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wtfsteveharrington · 2 years

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coffee and mint chapstick / bf!steve harrington x fem!reader x robin

content: listen... the family video era of robin and steve? it’s iconic. that’s why you hang around at night and not because you hate being away from them. things are normal until you wind up in a particular section you shouldn’t be.

- same energy as part one. threesome but exclusively robin x reader and steve x reader sexual interactions. just the reader getting passed between the two. have y’all heard that the eiffel tower is beautiful???

steve x reader - kissing, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, rough sex, marking, spitting, hand job, swallowing

robin x reader - oral (both receiving), nipple sucking, 69, praising, degrading. just general robin cheekiness.

also i feel like steve gives more dom energy, robin has semi - nervous switch energy, and reader is vocal sub but that’s up for reader to decide :)

authors note: idk if all readers have actually been in a family video but i went a lot as a kid. they pretty much all have two rooms off the main floor - one had video games and one had adult videos. needed to add that in for context,,, also lets pretend family video doesn’t have cameras okay thank u.

ps i think i like part two more than part one hopefully this lives up

word count: almost 4.5k

part one | part three | part four

You didn’t work at Family Video but you may as well start clocking in with how much time you spent there. It was already a little out of hand before the party, but after?

Time was just better spent with Steve and Robin.

You’re sitting up on the side of their front counter, kicking your feet through the air while Robin works on rewinding the returned newly VHS and Steve works on replacing the ripped up stickers on a few cases.

Periodically you’d catch Robin’s eye and exchange this giddy little smile. You were wearing a skirt today on purpose and Robin’s mind would drift back to the other night every so often.

Steve’s pouting across the small desk space, slouching his shoulders over and walking towards you with heavy feet. “I just don’t understand how people mess up the stickers. Like who looks at a ‘new release’ sticker and thinks hmm wouldn’t that be fun to rip in half.” The store is empty so he knows he doesn’t have to worry about offending any customers. It was later on Wednesday night and there had been a storm threatening to rain on Hawkins any minute now all day. Needless to say people weren’t exactly rushing in.

He’s making you laugh, your boyfriend leaning back into you and wrapping your arms around his chest. “Awh, you poor thing. Having to put stickers on a box? How do you handle suffering like this?” Steve’s grabbing your knees, giving them a firm squeeze at the teasing. “You’re literally not even working. It doesn’t get much easier than just sitting here and looking pretty.” You lean in, pressing a kiss to the skin where his neck meets his shoulder. Then another one further up his neck. Robin feels her ears heating up as she catches the intimate act out of the corner of her eye.

“You’re getting paid, Steve. This poor girl’s only reason to be here is us.” You’re laughing now, nuzzling your face into Steve’s neck before glancing up at Robin. “You should take it as a compliment. I’m literally the best customer this store has ever seen.” All three of you are laughing now, your hands resting flat against Steve’s chest as you feel it rumbling. You move to touch the edges of his vest, giving it a firm tug. “I do wish I had one of these though. Feeling a little left out of the club.”

Steve’s stepping out of your grasp, giving you a dramatic twirl before grabbing the vest and tugging it together in the center of his chest. “Oh, this ole thing? Sorry, Babe. Only Family Video’s finest employees get one of these.” Robin’s nodding her head, ejecting the VHS now that it’s fully rewound. “It’s true. Wearing this token shade of green is one of the highest honors in the land.” Steve’s dramatically motioning over to Robin, giving you a very pointed look. “See? We just couldn’t expect you to understand.”

You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, giving them a dramatic eye roll. There wasn’t much you knew about the layout of this store, it all honesty you typically just went right to your spot on the desk. You did know that down the hallway on your left lead to a bathroom and a room with a curtain for the door. Surely that’s where the uniforms were hiding? You’d show them.

One thing about your boyfriend, he’s gotten good at predicting what you’re going to do next. His grip on his vest is loosening and he’s already reaching out to try and keep you in place. “Don’t even think about it. There’s no uniforms back there.” Steve’s stepping closer to you and it’s now or never. You jump down from the desk, ducking his arms before darting towards the back of the store. Robin’s clearly entertained, letting out this gasp that gets cut off with bright laughter. Your boyfriend however? Screaming and cursing your name.

He’s ripping the curtain open seconds after you got into the room and finds you stopped dead in your tracks. Your eyes scanning the room filled with cheesy porno titles and women posed just right to tease the potential viewer into buying that particular film. “I told you there’s literally not a singular vest in here. Now get out and maybe I’ll let you try mine on.” And maybe Steve could have convinced you to get out, had Robin not been ducking under his arm that’s holding the curtain open to meet you in the room. She wasn’t a minute late because she locked up the front door early. No, she didn’t lock you guys in here alone at all.

“Kind fuckin’ crazy, right?” Robin’s looking around the room, letting her fingers drag across one cover she sneaks a peek at every shift. “There’s not a huge section of lesbian movies yet but at least I get the covers to enjoy.” Steve? In full protective dad mode. He can’t explain it... Sure, he’s seen you do a lot but there’s something about watching you stare at the movie covers that makes his ears hot and his cock twitch. “Okay, okay. You’ve had your fun. Let’s get back to the floor before Mrs. Dorris comes in to rent Casablanca again.”

You giggle, grabbing one of the tapes off the shelf and facing it towards the other two. “Or maybe we should recommend Star Whores: Battle of the Boner to her. Seems like a good one.” Robin’s laughing, this bright sound that you’re slowly but surely getting addicted to. “You’re joking, I haven’t even seen this one. Do you think they braided Princess Leia’s pubes? That would be like, totally iconic.”

Steve’s huffing at the two of you, watching as you guys flip over the box to examine the cover. Robin’s hand is coming to the small of your back as she peeks over your shoulder at the movie. That’s the only reason she’s touching you. No other reason at all.

Then, once again without fully thinking it through, you just drop a - “I wonder if we should have filmed the other night. We could be making money hand over fist, right? Getting paid to be between two pretty people, not a bad way to make a living.” Steve and Robin are both torn between blushing and getting their ego’s puffed by being called pretty. They both love being pretty to you.

You know Robin’s nervous rambling? It’s back in full force. “There’s nothing like that in here. Not that I’ve uh-... I didn’t look for myself. There was-” She’s taking a deep inhale but not nearly as deep as the hole she was digging herself “- You know, there was a customer who was oddly after a scene like that. And I’m like so close to becoming Employee of the Month so I just try to go above and beyond for our customers.”

Steve? He was giving her a pointed look, willing her to stop talking until, “What do you mean you’re Employee of the Month? I helped get Keith a date the other night. There’s no way that isn’t going to top getting people a good porno recommendation.”

Their bickering is about to pick up full force until they hear you gasp as you accidentally drop the VHS in your hand. And maybe you’re playing a risky game, thinking only with the dull throbbing between your legs that’s threatening to pick up any minute. The box just happened to land slightly under one of the displays. Which means you have to get down on your knees, leaning forward until your chest is pressed to the ground and your ass is in the air.

The two stop their argument, instantly distracted by the sight of you fully displaying the fact that under your skirt is just this sheer mesh lilac panty leaving nothing to the imagination. Robin’s watching you with her jaw tight and doesn’t miss the way Steve has to shift his hips at the view either. “Did you guys know it’s like really dusty down here?”

No response.

Steve knows that the two of you follow his lead and he has a choice to make in that moment.

Steve’s glancing between you and Robin. A Robin who won’t meet her eye but he notices the way her chest is moving faster, the tips of her ears are a bright red, and her bottom lip is being bitten on so hard he’s wondering if she can’t taste blood.

Jesus Christ, she really does love girls.

And then there’s you. Who’s taking entirely too much time to pick up the box, rolling your ass forward as you go to reach for a bouncy ball that had rolled under the display as well. You’re seconds away from asking how they thought the ball ended up in here when Steve’s voice breaks the tension in the room.

“You know, if you wanted us to fuck you all you have to do is ask.”

Robin’s jaw drops and she’s looking over at Steve with wide eyes. He’s giving her yet another pointed look, aggressively holding out his hand towards you and mouthing “You want her too”.

This whole silent exchange happens in the time it takes for you to get back up to your kneeling position, facing the two. Your skirt is still hiked up on your thighs. Your soft thighs that now all Robin wants to do is kiss and Steve wants to bite. Your hair is fluffed up from being thrown over your shoulder and your eyes are already getting heavy from know what’s coming next. Just ready to be closed from pleasure.

“Fine. I want you two to fuck me.”

Steve’s the one who moves towards you first, dropping to his knees as well before grabbing your chin to pull you into a rough kiss. You’re moaning into his mouth, reaching out to run your hands up his thighs before your hands quickly find his the button of his pants. You’re so wrapped up in your boyfriend that you don’t realize Robin’s behind you now until you feel her hands slide up under your shirt and toying with the cup of your bra. You’re crying out into Steve’s mouth at the feeling of your nipple’s being tweaked by Robin’s cold fingers.

You’re pulling Steve’s cock out of his jeans, and he’s got a firm grip on your wrist before you can touch him. “You know better than that, Princess. Needs to be wet.”

Robin’s lips are on your neck now, teeth grazing your heated skin as Steve’s bringing your hand between your own thighs. They both watch as your hand disappears under your skirt and you moan as your fingers come in contact with your clit. You’re driving them both crazy.

They hear how slick you are as you slide your hand into your panties, your head falling back on robin’s shoulder as Steve digs his fingers into your thighs. It’s Robin’s voice that encourages you to keep touching yourself. “Have you thought about us like this? Touched yourself thinking about me and Steve taking turns with you?” You nod pathetically, so needy. Your hips are rocking on your own hand, Steve’s hand delivering a sharp smack to your thigh. His voice is firm, “Use your words when we talk to you.”

“Yes. Steve didn’t come over last night and I spent the whole night thinking of you two.” Part of Robin wonders if she shouldn’t feel dirty being a side piece in a way. Or maybe she did feel dirty and she liked that feeling.

Maybe this would feel way different if it wasn’t you and Steve.

He’s looking over at Robin, jerking his head in a motion for her to lay back before he tugs off his shirt. “Lay back and let our girl take care of you.” Our girl. The three of you will never get past how that makes you feel.

Robin? A mess. She’s scooting back and making quick work of taking off her pants and underwear while you slide your hand out of your panties to wrap around Steve. Lazily pumping his length through your fist. You lean forward, lifting your hips to help him take off your panties and catching his lips in a tender kiss.

“Love you, Steve. Love you a lot.” He’s giving you a breathless chuckle before pressing a kiss to your bottom lip, your chin, then to the corner of your mouth. You know it takes a lot of trust for him to be okay with this. “I love you too, Beautiful.”

He’s rocking his hips up into your fist, gently pushing you until you’re facing Robin and your ass is pointed towards him. Robin’s got a hand covering between her legs and the other one semi nervously holding her bra tight against her chest. “Listen. You can’t look at my tits, Harrington.” Robin doesn’t have the comfort of being crossed this time around. The three of you only drunk on each other. She’s a nervous girl sometimes. Threesomes with her best friend and her best friend’s girlfriend who she’s kinda got a crush on? It’s a nervous situation.

Steve’s scoffing now, twisting up his face in confusion. “Can’t see your - Robin! My literal whole cock is out! My nipples are out!” She’s using the hand that’s still holding her bra to flip Steve off, making you giggle as you rock your ass back towards Steve. “Yeah your nipples are different.” You’ll never get over the switch that happens from being so comfortable with one another to those brief moment’s where Robin’s nerves get the best of her.

Leaning up, you effectively cut Robin off by distracting her with a kiss. “Can I see your pretty boobies, Robin? Just wanna kiss them.”

You’ve got her nodding now, caught up under your spell. You take a moment to kiss down her chin, her jaw, her neck, fluttering kisses across her collarbone. Robin’s letting go of the death grip on her bra and you give such an appreciative hum of approval as her nipples come into view. “See? So pretty.”

Robin’s convinced she’s going to combust as you wrap your lips around her rosy bud. Tongue swiping over the sensitive skin. She’s dragging her nails up your back, letting you take a moment to worship her left nipple before moving to her right. You feel Steve’s hand between your thighs now, pressing a finger into you while using his thumb to swirl around your clit.

He’s watching as you instantly start fucking yourself back against his finger and gives you another finger to wrap around. “M’gonna fuck you soon, get comfortable for me.”

You moan against Robin’s skin at his promise, your lips popping off of her nipple and you lean back up to get another kiss. “Can I eat you out again, Robin? Wanna keep practicing with you.” She’s nodding enthusiastically, practically shoving your head down towards her exposed pussy.

Steve waits until your arms are wrapped around Robin’s thighs and you’re pulling her core towards your mouth before taking his hand away from your pussy. Robin’s hands are rubbing your arms, savoring as you kiss her thighs. “You tasted different tonight. Minty? Kinda tasted like mint.” Nodding against her thigh, you move your kisses to either side of her mound. “Got something new the other nig-“

“Jesus Christ you two talk too much.” There’s a firm hand on the back of your neck that’s pushing your face into Robin’s pussy. You hear her gasping above you and feel Steve’s hips giving you a sharp stroke. Both of them effected by the action. “Holy shit, Harrington. Did you just-…. Did you just shut up your girlfriend with my pussy?” He’s gripping your hips, holding onto the tender flesh best he can before pounding his length into you. Steve can’t even dignify Robin with a response, afraid if he really acknowledges what happened that he’d be finishing way too soon.

Robin’s throwing her head back once the shock wears off, your name coming off of her lips in a way that’s so deliciously broken. She’s wet for you. You drag your tongue up her slit, getting right to work.

Funny thing about Family Video? It’s carpeting fucking sucks. You’re almost getting a little over stimulated between Robin’s wet pussy on your tongue, the carpet burn forming on your knees, and Steve relentlessly jackhammering his hips into you. So rough and possessive and maybe trying to show off.

Robin’s hand is coming down to put a finger on either side of her clit since your arms are still wrapped around her thighs. Holding her against your face and holding on for dear life as Steve fucks his cock into you. “Let me take care of my clit. Dip your head down for me, Honey. Good. Keep lickin’ me like that.” You’re obedient. Tongue lapping through Robin’s folds, dipping into her hole. She shows her affection towards you by bringing her free hand to rub your back, your shoulders, stroking your head, just gently checking in on you while you take care of both of them.

She’s cooing at you when she feels your tongue stop against her pussy after one particular thrust, your both just resting open against her, “I know, Honey. Steve’s doing such a good job fucking you, isn’t he?” Let’s all be honest, Steve eats up praise. His hips are getting tired but he’d be damned if he’s giving up now. “Don’t you want to come for him? Show us how good you feel, Baby. You love being this filthy, don’t you? Eating me out while your doting boyfriend fucking you?”

You can feel yourself dripping down your inner thighs. There’s a stray thought somewhere in your brain praying you don’t leave a stain on the carpet.

Steve’s delivery a sharp smack against your ass, his handprint already taking the form of a red wilt on your ass. “Such a good girl for us, aren’t you? Letting us use your body like this. C’mon, Sweetie. Come on my cock.”

You’re resting your sweaty forehead on Robin’s inner thigh, pressing haphazard open mouth kisses to her heated skin when you’re able to think about anything else besides Steve stretching you out. He’s bringing up a knee, slightly adjusting his position and now he’s hitting so deep inside of you just right.

You know, Steve being able to watch you and Robin and was little more of an erotic experience. He likes girls, so it makes sense it would be. Yet, Robin can’t help but to get herself entranced by the view. Remember how we talked about Steve stealing videos from the back of Family Video? Yeah, he wasn’t slick. Robin caught on the first night but instead of calling it out, she just followed his lead.

She stuck to lady on lady scenes only, but sometimes she had to wait through watching a poor girl obviously fake her way through being fucked. She always felt bad for how obviously the guys didn’t actually care, more concerned with angles and getting themselves off. None of those scenes even slightly compare to what’s happening in front of her.

It’s the way Steve knows your body. He’s grabbing a fist full of your hip, pulling up towards his cock which leads you to rest your head just right on Robin’s thigh so you can look back at him. He is taking notice as you wince when your knees come back in contact with the carpet. “Rug burn,” you’re explaining with a breathless and broken sounds. He’s frowning for a split second, pulling your body up towards him since it wasn’t doing my good for Robin at the time. He’s cupping your chin which you take as a sign to part your lips and then Steve’s fingers are in your mouth.

“Lemmie know if it’s too much, Baby.” His two fingers are dragging along your tongue causing you to gag around them. Steve’s hips buck at the sight, the sound, everything.

Robin’s convinced it’s the way you so clearly trust him and he so clearly loves you that has her so entranced. She has to find that connection and soon. Maybe a little part of her is worried that she sees a future where you look up at her like that too and you know she loves you too and her and steve become blubbering fools over you but that’s a problem for a different day.

Steve’s still fucking up into you when you give out this sharp cry of his name as he gets you just right. Robin’s eyes are focused on you, the way your boobs are bouncing, how much pleasure is on your face. “Wanna watch you come.”

And you do. Oh God you do. Steve’s not slowing down and you reach down to desperately grab his thighs, just needing something to hold onto as you feel the tension burst in your body. There’s nail marks being left on his skin, neither of you complaining.

The feeling of your pussy gushing and clenching around his cock? It’s snapping Steve out of doting boyfriend and into a man who just needs to finish.

You know Steve’s favorite place to put his load? Deep inside of you. It’s risky but you both figure there’s so many more risky endeavors happening at Hawkin’s. Tonight though? He’s settling for your throat, not sure if Robin’s done with your pussy but assuming she 100% would be if he came in it. Understandably. The three of tour were completely overboard but navigating the waters the best you could.

Sometimes you can read his mind just how he can read yours.

You crawl forward once your brain catches up, trying to ignore the way you’re throbbing around nothing and so sensitive after your first orgasm.

He’s cupping your head once you drop to all fours in front of him, making you stay in place so he can effectively fuck your throat. The closer Steve gets, the less gentle he is. Each time you gag around his cock, his hips sputter and you’re rewarded with a “pretty girl” from your boyfriend. Your only warning is your name getting choked out of his throat before you feel him releasing into your mouth. So warm and just for you.

Steve takes a moment to recover, grunting his appreciation as swirl your tongue around his shaft as you pull him out. “Lemmie see.” And you know what he’s after.

You hold your tongue out as Steve’s hand comes back to cupping your chin. “Swallow.” A firm command. You notice his hand sliding down your throat and if his cock wasn’t done, the feeling of you swallowing his cum would sprung him back into action.

You give yourself a couple of minutes after Steve comes, letting yourself get back to Earth. Once you can process the situation again? All you can think about is Robin. You’re grabbing Steve’s shirt, wadding it up in a ball before laying back flat on the floor. Robin takes the hint, scrambling to her knees, crawling over until she’s overing your face. “Squeeze my knee twice if you need air, okay?” In all honestly, she can suffocate you all night.

She’s lowering herself onto your mouth, this pretty little grunt coming from deep in her chest as your tongue quickly starts flicking over her clit. You’re making these wet smacking sounds as you suck and lick every drop she gives you.

Robin’s rocking herself down against your tongue, leaning over to look at your wrecked pussy. She’s got a hand on either side of your mound, pulling you apart gently to get a better look. You feel her gently blowing against you and you’re rewarding the action with a flat lick to her clit. “Look at your poor little hole… Needs someone to kiss it better, huh?”

You know, Steve didn’t think we could miss much while he zoned out for a few minutes to recover from his orgasm. But when he looks back and sees the two of you eating each other out? He thought nothing would top last time, but now he knows there’s no way you’ll ever top this moment.

The three of you were in deep.

You feel Robin’s hips start moving desperately as she humps your face so you pick up the speed of your tongue, getting greedy at the idea of feeling Robin coming into your mouth like this.

The feeling? It must be mutual because her lips are wrapped around your sensitive clit. Giving it her rough, undivided attention. Without saying it, you just know she wants you to come with her.

Neither of you speak a word, just diligently working on eating the other out. Robin’s orgasm hits her first, her hips just twitching against your face. Hearing her crying out against you has you following her lead shortly after. The both of you just staying frozen in place as your body is overwhelmed with the sensation.

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The three of you lay together after that. Your back against Steve’s chest and Robin’s head in your lap. Your fingers dragging through her hair while Steve investigates your knees and makes a mental plan to stop on the way home to get everyone bandaids and ointment. Not that anyone would complain but he couldn’t have his girls hurting on his watch. One thing about Family Video is that it has a time sensitive security system. They have until 30 minutes after close before it automatically sets itself to make sure people are just hanging around for extra hours.

So imagine Steve’s concern when he looks and - “Holy fuck. Get dressed! We have 9 minutes!”

The three of you are a fucked out, giggling mess as you scramble to get dressed and your clit is way too sensitive for this situation. You’re laughing as you run for the door, Steve and Robin trying to panic their way through their closing duties.

You watch them look around, frantic to figure out what they’re missing. “Don’t forget to clock out!”

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Just know that Steve did stop at the store to get you guys recovery items. Drinks, snacks, extra large bandaids for your knees that make you look so crazy but you love watching him take care of you so you don’t complain.

That night? His parents are away on his dad’s business trip so you not Robin make a bug fuss about leaving.

Which is how you fall asleep in Steve Harrington’s bed, your warm boyfriend rubbing your back while you doze off and Robin on the other side of you. The two of you face each other, secretly stealing a kiss or two or five until you all drift off.

Like I said, the three of you were in deep.

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ivorryskies · 7 months

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Dazai x reader coworker besties

After completing a mission in France. Dazai and the reader they still have one day remaining before leaving for yokohama. Dazai suggests they should tour around Paris. But the reader is low in energy and gets tired easily and dislikes rollar coasters. she finally agrees to dazai. Basically, take pics, visit the eiffel Tower, go to amusement parks,gets ice creams.

(Also if it'd be nice dazai having a lil crush on her uwu)

YOU WRITE SO GOOD BTW

➼Authors note: THANK YOU SO MUCH AAHH! I love your reqs so much their so unique I enjoy writing them, you ask and I shall deliver!

➼Pairings: dazai x fem!reader

➼Summary: a trip to France, an unexpected confession

JE T'AIME

"no"

"Pleaseee Donna!"

"no" you had been saying this for 2 days ever since you both completed the mission in France, today is your last day, it's 9 am the day hadn't even started Dazai started begging to go tour Paris.

"We have only a day left here and I'd say it would be a waste of time to just stay in a hotel room" dazai reasoned.

"We can just relax here I'm already drained after the mission and my legs cannot take another long day out" you told him, it was true you got tired easily and your legs already hurt alot. Though you think he was right about it being a waste to sit around in Paris. You sighed and said eventually giving up. "Fine we can go, but you will leave me alone in Yokohama."

"DEAL" it didn't take long for dazai to accept that offer.

You both got dressed and left to tour Paris and Dazai said they had seen an amusement park, you could go to. You weren't sure about that since you HATED rollercoasters but it would be fun to sit on the teacups or carousel.

Dazai was mostly dragging you across the whole thing, you sat on carousels, teacups, the Faris wheel and more rides that you actually enjoyed as you only had to sit on them. But Dazai begged you to come to atleast one rollercoaster. To that he got a strong no. there's NO WAY you're sitting on a rollercoaster no matter what he says-

"AAAAHHHH WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS" that was you screaming even before the rollercoaster dropped. You don't know how this sly man even convinced you but it happened. Meanwhile Dazai was over excited squirming in his seat and teasing you relentlessly "ride hasn't even started yet [name]~" and like the after a few minutes the rollercoaster started. You were screaming like 95% of the time and the minute it stopped your head bumped on the back, you were tired after just screaming your lungs out. Dazai laughed so hard at that and pat your back once you made it out, he also teased you on how your legs were still shaking after the ride but you smacked him on the head.

To make up for it you both left the park and Dazai took you to an ice cream vendor and you both got a huge ice cream glass with scoops of ice-cream and shared it. You both went on a bridge area nearby and sat down on the bench with the river view. Dazai let you eat the toppings as he felt bad for you. You both rested Abit there and took pictures of the view and of yourselves to show your colleagues. Dazai also took a photo of you after the rollercoaster but you don't need to know about that.

After you relaxed Abit and finished your ice cream you both took a cab and with a terrible attempt at french you both ended up at a museum. This was more your type you really enjoyed this and we're excited. You took alot of pictures of the relics and Dazai posing next to them. Dazai gladly took some photos of you next to the art their too and he thought you looked mesmerizing in them. Though he would never tell you that seriously.

After a quick snack break you resumed your journey to a long awaited spot of Dazai, the Eiffel Tower. You both could see it from a distance and took another cab there. The sun slowly began to fade as you both approached your final destination. You were captivated by the view of the pink/orange sky and the Eiffel Tower standing Infront of it. The sounds of people chattering away and taking pictures. You and dazai went to a waffle cart that was there and took two delicious waffles and stood on the bridge leaning on it where you had a perfect view of the sky and the Tower.

"this was definitely worth it" you smiled "thank you for bringing me here"

Dazai looked at you with a calm expression, he looked relaxed and said "thank you for accompanying me here".

You both stared off into the distance as the sun slowly faded into the horizon and he spoke up. " I bought you something" you looked at him in surprise. He reached into his trench coat and pulled out a hair pin which was full of tiny gems. It was in shape of a butterfly and it was champagne colored.

"Thank you! This is so...Pretty" you looked at it observing it's details and how good it looks. Dazai slowly raised it and pinned it on your hair at he side pulling them back out of your face.

"I thought you didn't want to come here donna~" he broke out of his serious expression and his playful demeanor was back. "Well I didn't want to, and I still think I would be much well rested at home, but this was a new experience thanks to you and I actually enjoyed". He laughed at that and you both ate your waffles staring into the distance.

Dazai excused himself for some time while you clicked a few pictures. He returned back after some time with 2 champagne glasses in his hands. "I saw this bar at the corner there so I thought I might get them!" He said cheerfully. You gladly accepted the glass and he had the other in his hand. "This is the perfect place for a suicide.." he with sparkles in his eyes. "And I thought I'll have a day without hearing you talk about suicide" you sighed. "There's no stopping you I guess" you chuckled.

"Je t'aime"

"what??" You looked at him curiously. He looked ethereal looking into the distance like that before he turned to you and spoke

"nothing you'll learn"

He toasted your champagne and took a sip out of his glass as you did the same.

What did he say? You'll find out eventually if you remember.

A.n: I THOUGHT IT'D BE NICE TO HAVE A FRENCH WORD IDK, but I got this off Google so I don't know if it's right or wrong but je t'aime means I love you! I don't know I apologize if it's short! I had fun writing this!

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commsroom · 1 year

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i can't stop thinking about eiffel's birthday. he's almost forty. there's no way he ever thought he would live to be forty, by bad luck or bad habits; he was facing twenty-six years in prison before he was thirty, he thought he'd die in deep space (in a multitude of ways), and even before all of that... i don't think eiffel ever planned to have a future, not really. he's almost forty. he's old enough to watch his daughter grow up. to get gray in his hair. to have all of the junk food he's eaten in his life finally catch up to him.

and on the other side of that, you know he teased minkowski relentlessly when she turned forty, with no foresight that it would one day be him. and he is so, so lucky she's not as petty as she could be. i don't think turning forty bothered her that much, but eiffel? oh he's going to have a crisis. he should get a motorcycle; he tinkers with it and shows it off and talks about it constantly, but he never learns how to actually ride it. he keeps putting that part off.

he's turning forty. i realize the implications of that really depend on how you feel about eiffel post-canon, in a variety of ways. but to me it's like a celebration of his long history of unlikely survival. it's so funny and heartbreaking and heartwarming in equal measure, and i think that's a very doug eiffel combination of emotions.

#wolf 359 #w359 #doug eiffel #his birthday is in less than a week... don't forget...#sorry i have to be unwell about him sometimes #and yes like there is a way that characters are always. the ages they are in canon forever. but have you considered #he's turning forty and his daughter is like sixteen now and that's driving me insane #also i believe in lanky eiffel it's my personal belief that he's just been able to eat whatever junk he wants #for his entire life without really putting on weight. but once he turns forty he will start putting on weight specifically #and maybe only in his stomach. and he is going to have such a crisis.#have you ever seen like. a wiry old hippie with a gray ponytail and a motorcycle. smoke preserved type of man #i have a vision of eiffel's future spiritually i think he is that man

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canirove · 1 year

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The Nanny Diaries | Chapter 8

Author's note: This is a super short chapter because it was part of the last one, but I felt like if I kept them together, this story would be even shorter than it already is 😅 Hope you don't mind 😊

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"Do you have any plans for the New Year?" Ben asks me over facetime on Christmas Day.

"Melissa is throwing a party, so I guess I'll go."

"What about Paris?"

"Paris?"

"Yes. Spending the New Year in Paris."

"That sounds… amazing. Why?" I ask.

"Because a client has invited me to a New Year's Eve party in Paris, and said I’m allowed to bring a plus one."

"Wait, wait, wait. Are you... Are you implying what I think you are implying?"

"If that is that I want you as my plus one at the party, then yes" he shrugs. "I know it's going to be a dreadful experience, but..."

"Yes."

"Yes what? To being my plus one or it being a dreadful experience?"

"Benjamin..." I say, rolling my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he laughs. "Do you still have the dress from the Christmas party?"

"I do."

"Then put it on your suitcase. And warm clothes. You are going to Paris, mon amour."

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"This place is stunning" I say to Ben when we walk into the venue where the party is happening. There are chandeliers everywhere, huge windows at the back from where you can see the whole city and, of course, the Eiffel Tower. It all is so opulent, so...

"It is too posh for you, isn’t it?" Ben asks with a cheeky smile.

"Stunning and posh, yes."

"Oh, Benjamin" someone with a thick French accent says.

"Hello, Pierre" Ben says, giving the man a hug.

"I'm so glad you could make it. And oh" he says, looking at me. "Who is this gorgeous young lady? Could she be..."

"Yes, it's her" Ben says, blushing a bit. It doesn't happen too often, but when it does, I just want to squeeze his cheeks like my grandma used to do with me when I was a kid.

"Oh, finally!" Pierre says, dramatically throwing his hands in the air. "But I'm afraid I'll have to wait for a bit before I can properly make your acquaintance, more guests have arrived."

"It's ok, Pierre. Don't worry" Ben says.

"Good, good. Drinks are over there, and food over there. Enjoy yourselves. And madmoiselle," he says, grabbing my hand and kissing it "it is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Wow" I say with a little laugh after Pierre disappears to welcome other guests.

"That's Pierre" Ben chuckles.

"And you've told him about me?"

"I have, yes. Besides being one of our oldest clients, he also is a family friend. He's known me since I was a kid and is like an uncle to me. After our work meetings we usually go out for a drink, and I may or may have not told him about my beautiful neighbour, the one I haven't been able to stop thinking about since I first saw her outside my building looking at Jack as if she was about to cut his balls."

"Yeah, sure” I chuckle.

"I'm being completely honest. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that night. And if it hadn’t been for Pierre and his advice, we wouldn't be here tonight, to be honest."

"His advice?"

"He said that if I really liked you that much, that I should stop pretending and just be myself when you were around. Not Benjamim, Chilwell, Chilly... Just Ben. Because I know that that night, I behaved like a dick."

"Yes, you were a dick with your you will fall for me just like all the others do” I say, air quoting that last bit.

“Can you forgive me for that?”

“I think I’ve already forgiven you… Chilly” I say, trying not to laugh. “I can’t believe your friends call you that, it’s too funny.”

"And you will make fun of me for it until we are very old and surrounded by twenty grandchildren" he says, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer to him.

"You are thinking way ahead of you, Benjamin" I say with a teasing smile, wrapping my arms around his neck. "And twenty grandchildren are too many."

"Not if we have five kids and they have around the same number of children themselves."

"Do you know who actually wanted five kids with you? Mrs. McKenzie."

"What?"

"After I met you, she said that if she had crossed paths with a man like you, she would already be married, with five kids and another on their way, and that you would not leave her bed."

"What a woman" he chuckles.

"One we also have to thank for her advice. If she hadn't told me that I should give you a chance and get to know you, the real you... We wouldn't be here."

"Then I guess we'll have to have a toast on her honor and Pierre's. Champagne or rosé?"

"Surprise me, Benjamin" I say before he grabs my hand and leads me to where they are serving the drinks.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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jahayla-parker · 1 year

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Through Every Season: Freddy Carter x Reader

(Fics + SMAUs) Part 2

Part one (Freddy’s version) here

Description: Traveling with your boyfriend Freddy entails lots of candid and posed photos but you wouldn’t have it any other way. SMAUs and small fics / blurbs

Warnings: none I can think of!

So Tumblr doesn’t let me do more than 10 photos or one video per post 🙄 so… the collages would be one post. Aka you’d be swiping left to go from left to right in the order of top row to bottom for each collage as if it were one Insta post but it had to be one single photo for tumblr 😤

—Your Instagram Profile—

——SMAU Post One——

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yourusername: Je t'aime 💋

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freddycarter1: 🌹

lbardugo: is the caption about your companion or Paris? ☺️

yourusername: Oui 😉

amitasuman _: getting some real Kaz vibes from some of these lol

yourusername: that’s cause he’s perfect for the role 🥰

lbardugo: agreed

——Fic 1——

“What’re you thinking of darling?” Freddy whispers, his head tilted slightly so he can keep his arms around his girlfriend but still see her face.

Y/n smiles as she keeps gazing into the distance, blinking slowly as she takes in the sight of the Eiffel Tower from their hotel balcony.

“Just can’t believe it” y/n says quietly.

Freddy smiles and crooks his head down to kiss her neck innocently, “can’t believe what exactly?”

She breaks eye contact with the scenic view to look at her boyfriend, “that I’m here, in Paris, with you”.

He licks his bottom lip before sucking it in between his teeth as he smiles to himself contentedly.

——SMAU Post Two——

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yourusername: Traveling season ✈️

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amitasuman_: where all did you go this time?👀

yourusername: I’ll text ya 🤫

freddycarter1: I should be upset you’re doing better candids than me already, but I could never be upset with you 💗

yourusername: I’d thank the lighting but you’re striking in any lighting 😍

calahan.skogman: killing it my boy🔥

——Fic 2——

“Angel, get off your phone” Freddy teased, tossing a French fry at her softly.

Y/n laughed, tossing it back at him with a shake of her head, “I’m looking at something!”

Freddy scoffed jokingly, “should I be jealous? You look like you’re going to melt”.

She smirked and looked up at him before shrugging.

He raised an eyebrow at her, “I’m really hoping it’s another puppy chewing on shoelaces again”.

Y/n giggled and shook her head, glancing down at the photo on her screen.

Freddy pouted, “looovvee, who is it? Is it a Jonas brother?“

She laughed loudly, “I’ve never looked at any of the Jonas brothers that way, Freddy! In fact I’ve only looked at this person like that”.

He puckered his lips and squinted at her playfully.

Y/n leaned over the table, kissing his puckered lips faintly before setting her phone before him and grabbing a fresh French fry from his plate.

In the daze of the kiss, Freddy almost didn’t see that she’d left him her phone.

He smiled at her before looking down, hoping to see a photo of some random animal misbehaving.

However his grin only widened until his cheeks hurt when he saw his own face on her screen.

It was a candid shot of him she evidently got when he was smiling earlier.

“The only one” she repeated, smiling at him.

——SMAU Post Three——

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yourusername: An apple a day🗽 (pc to Freddy for #3 ❤️)

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yourfriendsinsta: so good to see you y/n/n! Thanks for the photo Freddy 👏

kittheyounger: 1&6 are making me feel extra single today 🙄

freddycarter1: My Queen of Queens😘

tommyae: ❤️ you both

——Fic 3——

“Hey Freddy!” Y/n gleefully blurted, prompting him to look up from his phone at her.

She glared and pouted at him.

“Well that was a quick 180” Freddy laughed.

She gasped with a smile forming as she quickly lifted her phone making him even more confused.

“Ugh, Freeeedddyyy” she sighed and lowered her phone.

“What did I even do?” He laughed, grabbing her free hand.

“I somehow don’t have one photo this trip of you actually smiling your normal smile” she pouted.

Freddy ran his other hand over his face as he chuckled at her.

“Pleeeaaasseee baby?” She pleaded.

Freddy nodded with a smile but as she lifted her phone he switched to a smirk.

She rolled her eyes but took the photo.

“…Demjin…” she grumbled jokingly.

——SMAU Post Four——

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yourusername: Spending time with my favorite person in one of my favorite places is my life’s one true passion 💜 📸 credit: Mr. Carter 😘

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freddycarter1: My flower 💗

amitasuman _: stop girl these are so aesthetically pleasing 😍😍😍

archierenaux3: Freddy and the beach?! 😲

yourusername: the two most important things in life 🥰

——Fic 4——

“Wait, okay let’s try this” Freddy said, pouring some water from his water bottle onto y/n’s hands.

“Freddy?” she giggled, grinning up at him.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, “it’ll help the sand stick better for the shot”.

She nodded in understanding, putting her hands into the sand under her knees, “but… you know…”

Y/n bit her lip as she laughed and brought one hand out of the sand to point to the ocean beside them, “you didn’t need to use your filtered water, the ocean’s right there”.

Freddy blushed and hid his face behind his camera with a smile, “bring them up the same way as last time”.

Y/n smirked at him changing the subject but happily obeyed and posed the way he wanted for the photo he had in mind.

——SMAU Post Five——

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yourusername: The only reason I’m not hibernating this winter ☃️

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calahan.skogman: what a stud 🤤

yourusername: MY stud 👏💁‍♀️

calahan.skogman: about that… 😂 kidding, I accepted defeat a long time ago; you’re a worthy contender

freddycarter1: 😂❤️

amitasuman _: y/n you and I need to recreate #6 ☺️

freddycarter1: you might benefit from a lesson from Calahan 😏

freddycarter1: we could hibernate together🐻❤️

——Fic 5——

“No, no, no” y/n panicked with a loud chain of laughter, “Freddy! I’m going to fall on my butt”.

Freddy chuckles, slowly lowering y/n back to the ground, making sure the blades on her skates are balanced against the ice.

He holds her in place as he skates around to her front, “I wouldn’t let that happen”.

Her frozen cheeks warm slightly, “I think you forget how clumsy I am, sunshine”.

Freddy grins at the nickname, “oh, I’m well aware of how clumsy you are, dear. You nearly tripped putting the skates on”.

“Yet you’re lifting me in the air over ice” She scolds, the warmth on her cheeks spreading as she recalls Freddy having to stabilize her earlier so she didn’t face-plant into the ground.

“As long as you’re in my arms, you’re safe” he promised sincerely, grabbing her gloved hand and skating backwards do he could face her as he pulled her with him.

——SMAU Post Six——

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yourusername: Fall may be the season for change, but I know one thing I’m never changing ❤️🍁

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benbarnes: Fall is the best 🙌

yourusername: fall has always been my favorite season, but I love every season of life with him ❤️🍁

amitasuman _: get it girl 🔥

yourusername: Ily darling 😘

freddycarter1: ♾💗

——Fic 6——

“Don’t you dare Frederick” y/n warned lightheartedly.

Freddy smirked and jokingly lifted the sling shot up further, having no real intent to use it.

“Mr. Carter, I’m warning you” She laughed, shaking her head as she tried to get him back to letting her take his photo.

He grinned and winked at her, pulling the elastic band on the device towards himself.

Y/n silently snapped a candid photo as he laughed and held the band taught.

“You let go of that, and the acorn hits me, and you will get no kisses for a week” y/n threatened weakly; knowing she wouldn’t see it through.

Freddy knew it was unlikely as well but he wasn’t risking it, quickly lowering the device and pointing it behind him so the acorn plunked into the water instead.

Y/n laughed, pleased she won the ridiculous debate.

The end of his trench coat waived in the air as Freddy spun towards her, pulling her in for a delicate kiss.

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seekinghelp-adhd · 1 year

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So, uh, apparently I wrote this and never posted it anywhere. Whoops! Anyway, enjoy a Ladynoir reveal fic ft. "the umbrella™️"

Ladybug took a deep breath, steeling her nerves as she clutched the handle of her umbrella. Moving her gaze up toward the Eiffel Tower, she could vaguely see Chat pacing, waiting for her to arrive. He was nervous, no doubt. She usually didn’t call for meetings outside of an akuma like this.

There was a first time for everything, she supposed. After all, this was also the first time she would be meeting up with Chat as more than just her partner. At least, she hoped they would be more. Desperately, she hoped she wasn’t too late. Safely storing the umbrella into the infinite storage of her yoyo, Ladybug took one last, calming breath and leapt from the roof to see her kitty.

Chat Noir turned suddenly to face her as soon as he heard her feet hit the metal platform. “Ah, there you are, LB! I was starting to wonder if I’d gotten here early.”

“Don’t tease, Chaton. You’ll learn very soon that I’m rarely on time for anything.”

“Only if we keep meeting up outside of battles, like this.”

Chat flashed a confident smirk, but she could see the hope hiding behind his eyes. She smiled softly. Chat Noir was entirely different that night on the rooftop waiting for her. He had shown Marinette a deep, sincere love for Ladybug. The more she took the time to notice, the more she could see that sweet, kind boy behind the confident, flirty clown that he pretended to be.

“I’d like that.”

He blinked as the smirk dropped from his face, turning to a thoughtful frown.

“Uh… Really?”

“Yes, Chaton. Really.” Ladybug tried to stifle a laugh, barely succeeding as she continued. “Actually, that’s why I wanted to talk to you today.”

“Oh, well then… Okay. What’s up, Buginette?”

She opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself when she caught his eye. This was Chat Noir. This was her partner and the person she trusted most in the world. If there were anyone in the world that she could be completely comfortable with, it would be him. Yet, as she made eye contact, she could feel that familiar flutter that she’d only ever received from Adrien Agreste.

She closed her mouth with a snap and firmly shut her eyes, trying to think of anything other than what she was about to do. Every attempt at romance with Adrien had been ruined by these nerves. She was determined not to let them take away yet another chance at happiness. Taking one last deep breath, she opened her eyes and tried again.

“I have to apologize.”

Chat Noir raised an inquisitive eyebrow, tilting his head slightly to the left.

“Apologize for what, LB? I’m not upset at you over anything.”

“For a lot of things, actually, but mainly for all the rejections over the years. For the longest time I thought you were just a flirt, but I know better now. I’m so sorry, Chaton, for not taking your feelings seriously.”

Chat Noir placed a hand on her shoulder with a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you, Ladybug. That really means a lot to me, and I’m sorry too – for how I handled that, I mean. I never meant to give off the impression that I was flirty or pushy or anything, I just wanted you to know how I felt. I never meant to make you uncomfortable.”

“No! Chat, I promise. You never made me uncomfortable. I would have asked you to stop if there had been a problem. You were very clear with how you felt. It’s just that I’ve always had trouble expressing those feelings. When you were so upfront and clear with it, I couldn’t believe it was serious because I couldn’t believe how easy it was for you to just… say stuff like that.”

“I guess I can understand that. The way I see it though, that just means you should say it more. That’s why I’ve always wondered why you never just confessed to that boy you like. The harder something is to say, the more important it is to say it.”

“Which leads me to the next part of this. About that boy… I’ve decided I’m not going to confess.”

Ladybug sighed, looking into the city as the sun set behind them. Just saying the words out loud was a relief. She smiled as she felt a weight leave that she never knew she carried.

“What?! Why not? He’d be an idiot not to fall for you.”

Ladybug couldn’t help but laugh at his declaration, half because of how bold it was and half out of relief. If he was so confident that Adrien would love her, he must still harbor some of those feelings himself, right?

“I appreciate your confidence in me, Chaton, but he’s never seen me as anything but a friend, and… I’m finally okay with that. I mean, I still feel the same way about him, but I’ve kind of accepted that not all love has to be romantic, you know?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, uh… Well, it’s like how we used to be. I love him, but as one of my best friends, nothing more. He’s happy, and that’s enough for me.”

It was a subtle hint, just to introduce the idea that things had changed. Unfortunately, he seemed to brush right past it like he’d never even noticed.

“But are you happy with that? Your happiness matters too.”

“Yes, it does, but I’ve realized recently that my happiness shouldn’t rely on him, especially not when I could be just as happy with someone else.”

Ladybug turned to face him. She looked him in the eye despite her nerves and batted her eyelashes, no longer fighting the blush that rose to her cheeks.

“Oh, so that’s what this is about.” Chat sung with a smirk. “Someone has finally managed to steal your heart away from the mysterious ‘other boy?’”

Ladybug couldn’t help but smile and shake her head. It seemed that every boy she fell for was doomed to the same obliviousness. He managed to figure out there was someone else but had somehow missed all the hints that it was him.

“No one stole anything, Chaton. I gave it away. I came to realize recently that I love someone else just as much as I loved him. That confused me for a while, because how could I be in love with two people? Once I accepted that I was though, I started questioning everything. Why would I keep chasing after the first boy knowing he’ll never feel the same, when this new guy already loves me back? So, I made a choice. I’m going to move on.”

Chat was silent for a while after this, clearly lost in his own thoughts.

“So, this… ‘new guy,’ makes you happy? He loves you as much as you love him?”

“I think so. At least, I hope he does… You see, he was always flirting with me, but I never took him seriously. I was so focused on the other guy that I kept denying how much he meant to me. It’s been a while since he’s done anything about his feelings though, and I’m kind of scared that after pushing him away for so long I’ve missed my chance… Honestly, I’m not really sure I deserve him after how much I’ve hurt him.”

“Don’t say things like that, bug. Of course, you deserve to be happy! I know you well enough to know you’d never intentionally hurt anyone, even Hawkmoth.”

Ladybug smirked. “Oh, you overestimate me, Chaton. I would absolutely hurt Hawkmoth intentionally. It’s a very short list, but there are a few people in this world that I would like to stub their toe or get a papercut.”

“Stubbed toes and papercuts? I didn’t realize you were so ruthless, my lady! I should have a word with your Kwami about this violent streak of yours. Next thing I know, you’ll start wishing they would step on a Lego brick.”

They laughed together at the familiar banter. Ladybug turned her face away for a moment, hiding her red cheeks, before she turned to face him again. Maybe if he could see the effect that nickname had on her now, she wouldn’t have to do much more explaining. As he started to recover from his own laughter, he turned to face her again. Whether it was the clearly blushing girl he saw or the realization of how close they were, he quickly turned away with wide eyes and red cheeks of his own.

After a moment, Chat cleared his throat. “So, uh… Now that the ‘other boy’ is just a friend, do I finally get to know his name?”

“You aren’t interested in ‘new guy’ at all?”

“Of course I am, Bugaboo, but we both know you aren’t telling me his name any time soon.”

“You know what, maybe I would have before you called me ‘Bugaboo’ again. Now I think I won’t.”

“Hilarious joke, but I really think you’re fonder of that nickname than you let on. The last time I called you that in battle, you didn’t even throw anything at me! This time, you didn’t even ask me to stop.”

“Well, maybe-”

Maybe I’ll let you call me Bugaboo after you really make me your lady.

The reality of what she almost said hit her like a tsunami, sending her cheeks to an even brighter crimson and her eyes nearly bulging out of her skull.

“Uh… You know what, forget I said anything. That was going to be a really dumb comeback.”

She turned away, looking off to her left, when a comforting hand landed on her own.

“Ladybug, are you okay? I know you said the flirting didn’t make you uncomfortable, but I’ve never seen you speechless before, or that, uh… flustered. You said you were about to tell me who the new guy is, and it didn’t sound like you were kidding. You’ve never shared personal details like that before because of the issues with secret identities. What’s going on?”

Every bit of resolve she had to keep up her teasing fell apart. With slumped shoulders and her head hanging low, she decided to lay everything out in the open. After everything Chat Noir had said about her deserving happiness and being impossible not to love, she had some hope that she wasn’t too late after all. The words seemed to stop in her throat, refusing to leave, but something in the back of her mind pushed her forward. The harder something is to say, the more important it is to say it.

“It’s you, Chaton.”

“It’s… me? I’m the reason you’ve been so worked up lately? Was it… something I did?”

She turned suddenly to face him, shocked that he could have missed a hint that direct.

“No, you stupid cat! Well, yes, actually – but not because you did something wrong!”

“What? I don’t understand, LB.”

“It’s you! You are the reason I’ve been so flustered these last few akuma battles! It was your feelings and flirting that I constantly ignored and rejected! You are the one that I hurt over and over again, for no reason, and I feel terrible! Because without you I wouldn’t even be here! I wouldn’t be Ladybug if you hadn’t believed in me that first day. I wouldn’t be alive if you weren’t always looking after me, putting me before yourself. I wouldn’t be sane if you weren’t there to make me smile and laugh after a long day of stress and bullying and self-doubt.

“You’re my partner and my best friend, and it was stupid of me to keep pretending that was all you would ever be. Because no matter how hard I’ve tried to deny it or ignore it, I do love you, Chaton. I was heartbroken when I saw that incredible, romantic date you tried to take me on! It tore me apart to keep telling you no, only to go running after a boy who could honestly never compete. He never saw me like you do, and even if he did, he could never know me like you do.

“I’m so, so sorry I hurt you, Chat. I’m sorry that for all the times I’ve broken your heart, and I wouldn’t blame you if you were angry with me for pushing you away like that. I completely understand if I’m too late or if you’ve already moved on. I know this isn’t fair to you, but I couldn’t just keep pretending like these feelings aren’t here. I’m tired of lying to you, Chat, and I’m tired of lying to myself.

“The truth is that I love you, Chaton, and I’m a self-sabotaging idiot for keeping you at arm’s length all this time. I’ve been trying to say this all night, but I couldn’t work up the courage to just up and say it and you never caught on to any of the hints! Somehow you ended up thinking there was another other guy, but it was you, Chaton. It’s you, and it always has been. I love-“ Before she could even finish her declaration before suddenly Chat’s lips met hers and took her breath away.

Chat Noir was stunned. He had spent all night trying to keep a delicate balance. He thought the flirting was making her uncomfortable, so he stopped. Apparently, it wasn’t, so he started again. Then she got all red in the face, like she was angry at something, so he stopped again. Now, seemingly out of nowhere, here she was declaring her love for him!

Ladybug was sitting right in front of him, telling him in no uncertain terms, that she was deeply, madly in love with him, and he could barely focus, because how could this be possible? He must have misunderstood her somehow. He must be reading the situation wrong. His mind worked overtime trying to comprehend the words he was hearing, but the few parts he had heard clearly, he latched onto like they were life itself.

Without you, I wouldn’t be here.

You’re more than just my partner.

He could never know me like you do.

I’m tired of lying to myself.

I love you, Chaton.

Chat Noir had no idea at what point he started crying, but he wasn’t sure that mattered. He wasn’t quite sure when his hands had ended up around her waist either, but as long as she was always this close to him, he could figure out how to live without arms. Chat wasn’t even certain when he had brought his head down for a kiss, but all conscious thought on the matter left as soon as her lips moved against his.

He didn’t need time or thought or air right now. His lady was kissing him! His lady loved him! This moment could last forever as far as he was concerned. Unfortunately, his aching lungs protested and forced him to pull away far too early. Unwilling to leave just yet, Chat chose to fall into her embrace, burying his head in her neck as he softly wept.

Eventually, Ladybug found her voice again. Wiping the tears from her own eyes, she began to slowly pry him away.

“I want to give you something, Mon Minou.”

Chat could only look at her in awe. Her kitty. If his smile spread any wider, he would wake up sore tomorrow. He watched as Ladybug pulled the item out of her yoyo, placing it delicately in his lap. Chat could only hope Ladybug didn’t notice the look of shock and realization on his face as he took hold of a very familiar black umbrella.

“The other boy gave me this umbrella on the day I met him. I had misjudged him that day, and I treated him poorly because of it. He didn’t hold that against me though. Instead, he apologized for something that wasn’t even his fault. He was open and vulnerable, telling me he didn’t have many friends and wanted to make things right. He gave me that umbrella and walked to his car soaking wet so I wouldn’t have to walk home in the rain.”

Chat Noir slowly raised his head to meet her gaze.

“Lightning struck when he handed it to me, and in that blink of light I fell in love with his kindness and his smile.” Ladybug stopped for a moment, laughing at the memory, “The umbrella closed on my head. He laughed, but I could tell he wasn’t laughing at me. I fell in love with him fast and hard, a lot like the way you say you fell in love with me during Stoneheart.”

Ladybug stood up, pulling Chat to stand with her as she took his free hand in both of hers.

“That wasn’t the way I fell for you, though. I fell in love with you slowly, building a relationship on time and friendship and trust. It was such a quiet, calm fall that I didn’t even realize it was happening until it was too late. When I fell in love with Adrien, it was loud, and it quickly became the only thing I could focus on when he was around. By the time I realized that I was in love with you, you were already the only thing I could think about in all parts of my life.

“I found myself holding back laughter at puns that I normally would have hated, because I would hear you laughing at them in my head. I would miss you at school or during outings with friends, wishing that you could be there too even when Adrien was around. If falling for Adrien made him the center of my world, falling in love with you made you the sun that everything else depended on.

“I want to give you that umbrella, Chaton. I want to give it to you to prove that I’m not holding on to those feelings anymore. I want you to have it as a memory of your own thunderbolt, like it has been for me. For years that umbrella has been a symbol of my love and my hope for the future. I want you to have that, Chat: the symbol, my love, my future… all of it. I love you, Chaton, with everything I am, and it would make me unbelievably happy if I could really be your lady.”

Ladybug watched as his eyes searched hers, desperate for some answer to a question she didn’t know. Chat slowly – reverently – set the umbrella down, careful not to let it fall, and removed his hand from hers, placing both on her cheeks. She felt herself shiver as his thumbs gently trailed the outline of her mask.

“My lady… My princess…”

Ladybug’s eyes went wide at the nickname. He had never called her that before. That nickname had only been reserved for-

“My Marinette… I can’t believe how blind I’ve been.”

Chat was smiling now, gazing at her in awe as he started to laugh. It wasn’t long before he was using her to support his weight as his body trembled in silent laughter. Ladybug watched on in confusion and horror as she spoke, her voice barely a whisper as it shook.

“Chat, are you okay? How did… How did you figure me out?”

Chat’s eyes met her own once again. She had expected the worst: disappointment, shock, sadness. Honestly, she had expected anything other than the look of pure joy and adoration smiling back at her.

“My lady, we’ve both been so stupid. I’m the one that needs to apologize, not you. I can’t believe how blind I’ve been! Wait…” Chat drew his hands away from her suddenly, considering something for a moment, before throwing them wildly into the air. “I CAN’T BELIEVE PLAGG WAS RIGHT!”

“Chaton, you aren’t making any sense. How do you know it’s me? What are you apologizing for?”

“I’m afraid I’ve been just as oblivious to Marinette’s feelings as Ladybug has been to Chat Noir’s. I had no idea you were in love with Adrien. You can’t imagine how much trouble I could have saved us if I had just opened my eyes for once. I mean, everyone has been telling me to pay more attention to you: Alya, Nino, Plagg. Heck, even Chloe gave me a stern talking to once about how I needed to, ‘get my act together and make out with Dupain-Cheng already!’”

By now, Ladybug’s face was nearly as red as her suit. He had given her everything she needed to figure it out, but the answer was so ridiculous she just couldn’t accept it. What little magic from the miraculous that was still working didn’t help matters. She knew she should understand, but she just couldn’t wrap her head around it.

“I’m not quite getting it yet, Chaton. What are you trying to say?”

“I guess what I’m trying to say, Marinette-” Chat paused, kneeling down to take the umbrella back in his hands. With a smirk, he held it out between them. “-is that it’s about time you returned my umbrella.”

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wanderbreadsworld · 1 year

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Kenny x reader x Claudio

Prompt: Claudio and Kenny speak to each other in French, which the reader can't understand. They pass her back in forth, praising her, degrading her, all in a language she can't even understand.

Warnings: potentially garbage google translate lol, some praise, degradation in another language, smut ofc) Eiffel tower formation (it'll make sense, iykyk ;)), DP, M/F/M (male genitals touch, but it's not M/M)

A/N!!!! I recommend having google translate open while you read, it makes things easy to understand. Unless of course, you understand French lol. In any case, I hope you enjoy what lay ahead! Also @besthimbomachine, just in case you wanted to be tagged, I said I would!

Tonight started like any other night. Dynamite started, all building to the main event. Kenny was in his dressing room waiting for his match, and I waited with him. Nothing unusual.

Until.

During the main event, with BCC vs the Elite, there was a particular animosity between Claudio and Kenny, constantly trying to outdo the other, and singling each other out.

Backstage, their own fighting was putting me on edge. But, then the bell rang, and Claudio had pinned one of the bucks. With a sigh of defeat, I didn't realize that Kenny powered out of the ring, Claudio hot on his tail. It just looked like Claudio was going for another victim, so I didn't think twice about it.

But when I opened the door, two large men stood in front of me instead of the one I was used to. Claudio was right behind Kenny, both of their chests heaving from the run back here.

"Hi guys, awesome match. You gonna come in?" I wasn't sure who my question was directed towards, but they answered by turning to each other, a quick mumble of some french from Kenny, making Claudio nod and walk away to his own dressing room.

"That was odd. What's up with him?" I let Kenny pass. Immediately, he changed, letting both the men's strange behavior roll off his back.

Kenny shook his head, making a face as if he had no idea what I was talking about.

"He's been weird all night I think. I don't know. We should get back to the hotel before everyone else gets out. We have more Smash to play." Kenny poked a finger in my chest, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Since we've had our room, we've been playing Super Smash Bros with the Young Bucks. We kept winning, and I was talking big game about how I could kick Kenny's ass too (despite not being the worst player, Kenny was carrying the team), so now he wanted a match with me.

With a shake of my head, and a sigh of faux exasperation, I picked up my things to follow him to our rented car. The hotel was across the street, but there was no use walking, as we'd be swamped by fans.

The way back to our room was entirely normal, talking and bantering as if Kenny hadn't lost, wasn't exerted at all, like it was just any other night. I was beginning to wonder if something was up, but I didn't ask.

Kenny's playful nature kept me distracted as we took off our clothes from the day. Neither of us thought twice when I took one of his shirts from my luggage to throw on top of a pair of short shorts.

While Kenny cleaned up in the bathroom, he had me setting up Smash. It didn't take too long, even though I had to figure a few things out on the fly. I was about to get my ass handed to me if I couldn't figure out setting up the game itself.

Luckily I got things set up fully before Kenny was done. He would never let me live down not being able to get through the menu screen.

And when Kenny came out he gave me a warm smile. The kind that made his face look so soft and warm. The kind I fell in love with. But before I could tease him for "taking so long", there was a knock on the door. It wasn't totally odd for someone to stop by, but it still caught me off guard.

"Can you get that baby? Let me put a shirt on." I hopped up while Kenny threw on a shirt real quick. I hummed to myself, hastily opening the door because if anyone, I expected the Bucks to be there.

But instead, Claudio stood in the doorway, freshly bathed himself. My face scrunched in confusion at the sight. It wasn't often that Claudio played games with Kenny, and not usually on Wednesday nights.

I went to turn to look for Kenny, only to bump into his warm chest. All I could do was look up and back at him as his hands moved to sit on my hips, keeping me there for the moment.

Kenny and Claudio shared a look. The taller man stepped inside, Kenny pulling me back, so the door could close.

With the door shut, both men stood incredibly close. The only thing that broke me out of my thoughts was Kenny clearing his throat to grab my attention.

"I may have made a bet with Claudio the other night. One where the prize would've been your body for the night." A blush heated my face at his words and what they meant. So that's why Claudio was so eager to follow Kenny after the match. That's why they fought particularly hard against each other.

"The bet was one of us had to pin the other, but I can't go back on my word completely. So I told him I'd share. I should've told you first, but I knew you'd love the surprise." Kenny smirked against my ear before pulling away, standing up and pressing himself against me. His growing erection pressing against my lower back.

"N'hésitez pas à l'emmener au lit." His smooth voice easily switched to French. I wasn't sure when he learned, as he had never told me, but I didn't question. Nor did I get the time to ask when Kenny pulled away, Claudio swooping in and sweeping me off my feet.

The effortless way he carried me had me blushing and shivering at the thought of what else he could use his strength for.

As if a switch had been flipped, Claudio relaxed, turning back to banter with Kenny in French, all while keeping me in his arms.

"Sait-elle ce que nous disons ?" He asked, a smirk on his face as he looked at Kenny.

When my boyfriend shook his head, Claudio looked back down at me, tutting with feigned pity.

"Pauvre petite chose." With those last words, I was dropped to the bed below, squeaking from surprise.

Now the two men circled me around the bed, wondering what to do next.

Kenny made the first move, pinning my arms down. Claudio didn't leave any time in between to linger, moving down on top of me and pinning my hips down with his large hands.

I felt both of their eyes rake over me and the way Kenny's shirt lifted above my hips to expose my racy underwear. Their exchange of words above me went unnoticed, my focus entirely on Claudio's hands moving up under the fabric to feel up my waist.

One of Kenny's hands stroking my face brought my focus back to their words that I couldn't even understand.

"Voulez-vous qu'il vous utilise?" Kenny's smooth voice sounded, and I tried to make sense of what he was saying. My confused look earning a dark chuckle from him.

When Claudio kissed the soft skin of my inner thigh, and Kenny's hand on my cheek moved to my throat to squeeze lightly, I nodded, eager for anything.

"Please Kenny, need to you touch me." I asked him, but directed my words to both of them, to whoever would listen and touch me.

But his hand shot up to drip my jaw, forcing me to look at Claudio perched between my legs, waiting for my response.

"Tsk tsk, tu dois lui demander bébé." That fake pity was back in his voice, and it made me shiver with delight. Being their stupid little toy that didn't understand, and only wanted more. It was too perfect.

So I looked to Claudio, Kenny pulling his hand away. I opened my mouth, and my legs further to make room for him.

"Claudio, please. I want you to, need you to touch me. Fuck, make me feel full please." My voice shook with my pleas, needing one of them to fill me up, or do something.

Without another word, Claudio worked my underwear down my thighs and licked his way to my clit before sucking on it gentle, groaning to himself at the taste.

Kenny moved to the side more so he could take my hand and grind against it while Claudio worked two fingers into me.

I threw my head back, a strangled whine leaving my lips at the welcome intrusion.

"Si ça la rend comme ça, on pourrait la briser." Claudio teased to Kenny, both men chuckling.

Kenny moaned at my side as my hand provided him some relief from his nearly painful erection, reveling in his own pleasure before acknowledging the other man.

"Vous n'avez même pas vu comment elle est sur votre bite. Attends, ça va mieux." With Kenny's reply, Claudio stood, shedding his shirt to reveal his shredded body. It was large and attractive, but in a different way to Kenny. He was strong, and his muscles defined. But it wasn't Kenny.

Although I could still appreciate it since he's right in front of me.

Claudio slowly teased his pants and underwear down his hips, enjoying the way my eyes lingered on the veins that lead down beneath the fabric, right to what I wanted.

With one last tug, his cock was free as he proceeded to rid himself of the fabric of his shorts. I bit my lip when I met his dark gaze. He was a bit longer than Kenny, but not as thick. But the size didn't matter, I knew he was going to ruin me no matter what he had.

Soft lips pressed against my ear after Kenny shifted on the bed to lay beside me for a moment.

"Maintenant soyez bon. Je lui ai dit de ne pas être gentil, alors écoute. D'accord?" The lilt in his voice that told me he was asking a question prompted an immediate nod to me. Not fully knowing what I was agreeing to was turning me on more than I thought. What made it even better, was no matter what I knew I'd have fun, because Kenny would never do anything that I wouldn't want to happen.

With a small nod to Claudio, the tall Swiss picked me up effortlessly, manhandling and pushing me onto my hands and knees.

When he pressed his body behind mine, I wiggled my hips, wanting to entice him. It seemed to work when his hands smoothed over my back, pushing my chest to the bed and curving my back, before taking one hand away to tease his cock through my folds.

I wanted more, but I waited, being as patient as I could. Luckily I didn't wait long, because Claudio pushed inside of me slightly before making small thrusts to coat his dick in my slick.

The slow, but large, intrusion took my breath away. I didn't make a sound until he was nearly fully seated inside me with one last, harsh thrust. My eyes rolling back as I visibly shudder around and beneath him.

As Claudio found his own pace, slowly at first, Kenny moved in front of me. But I didn't pick my head up. Not until he caressed my cheek before Claudio's fingers found my hair, stroking my scalp before he pulled my head up until My back rested against his chest.

Claudio's voice sounding in my ear as I watched Kenny stroke himself, having gotten rid of his own clothing.

"Regarde-le. Il a laissé cela vous arriver. Tu vas être ruiné, petit agneau. Soyez une bonne salope et rendez-la heureuse." Before I could even try to think of what he said, I was pushed back down, only being caught in Kenny's arms, who pulled me into a deep kiss.

He swallowed my moans, biting my lip before pulling away and nodding, looking at me with a hunger I was so used to seeing.

Slowly, I kissed down his neck, nipping his collarbones lightly before kissing his chest and abs, all while Claudio continued to thrust into me. Although now he slowed to watch the way I worked down my boyfriend's body.

When I reached his cock, I sloppily kissed and licked my way up and down the shaft, silently thankful Claudio wasn't pushing me forward right now.

Kenny moaned, grabbing my hair in one hand gently to use as a handle to keep me there.

When I finally took the tip between my lips, he took over, slowly working his way further into my mouth, as far as I could take him before gagging.

I wasn't sure how it happened, but Claudio picked up his pace, rough and fast behind me, while Kenny let my momentum from his friend's thrusts to push my mouth further onto his cock.

Despite gagging occasionally, I let myself relax and be used by the two men. Sadly, right as I was getting into it, building my own pleasure, Kenny pulled me off of himself.

Instead, he looked to Claudio, sharing some more words in French. It was beginning to frustrate me that I couldn't understand.

"Why can't you guys talk to me? Please, I want to hear what you're saying?" I whined, tears of sexual frustration beginning to surface.

Without warning, one of Kenny's hands flew to my throat, choking me enough to make me let out a choked whimper.

"Nous parlons de vous. En parlant de ta stupidité, petit agneau. Regardez-moi." He pulled me closer to make me open my eyes before continuing. "Vous vous débrouillez si bien. Maintenant tais-toi et prends le reste." With his last words, Claudio's body left mine, and I nearly cried at the loss of being filled.

Claudio laid down, resting against the pillows and pulling me over to him. Kenny letting me go as Claudio whispered what I can only imagine being sweet-nothings to me.

I wasted no more time putting him back inside of me, eyes rolling back once more as I sank down onto his cock, slowly feeling full again.

Before I could move, Kenny's warm hands were pushing me forward, gently this time, until I rested against Claudio's chest. He took the opportunity to thrust up into me quickly a few times, just to make me squeak. I could feel his laugh rumbling in his chest.

That's also when I fell my boyfriends fingers prodding my entrance that was already full. What caught me off guard was when he pushed his fingers inside along with Claudio's length, working me open even further.

He went slowly, and Claudio held still for now, enjoying being inside of my warm pussy and seeing my faces as I lay atop him.

Everything he did led to his head prodding at my folds as well, slowly pushing past and working his way inside of me.

Never before had I felt so full. Each moan and whine that fell from my lips made him stop, and he only continued when I whimpered for more.

When he was fully inside of me, both men were groaning, cock's pulsing from the pleasurable pressure inside of my, now, extra snug pussy.

Once again slowly, Kenny moved, pulling back and pushing in, my juices being the only things making this possible.

The drag of his cock, along with still being full from the man beneath me, nearly sent me over the edge.

"Kenny, Claudio, please. I need to cum. It's so much, please." I cried out, clawing at Claudio's chest.

My boyfriend bent down behind me, lips to my ear once more as his hand snaked between us.

"Vous avez si bien réussi. Viens maintenant, ma chérie." With his words, the constant fullness and friction, and the way his fingers applied just enough pressure to my clit, I had the most earth shattering orgasm I've ever felt.

Curling into Claudio's chest almost violently as I shook around them both. Their own cum spilling into me from their own intense build ups.

Despite my clouded thoughts, I whined when they pulled away. Claudio smoothed my hair while Kenny went to grab a rag to clean me up.

The damp cloth made me jump, but I let him clean me up, despite wanting to pull away from being so sensitive.

Together, the pair of them clothed me again in one of Kenny's shirts, Claudio even leaving a chaste kiss to my forehead as I lay in bed. He said a small goodbye before being led to the door by Kenny, the two having their own small conversation, I imagine, about what just happened.

But before Claudio left, Kenny stopped the man, turning back to say one last thing to me in French.

"Maintenant dis merci." Knowing what "merci" meant, I figured what he wanted me to say.

"Thank you, Claudio." I said before I took a sip of water to wet my dry throat, not realizing how painfully dry it was.

He just smirked, nodding before he replied.

"Anytime." Hearing him speak in English almost made me angry I couldn't understand their earlier conversations, but I let it go. I'm sure Kenny would happily recount, and then relive some of his favorite phrases and moments.

Now, I rested, letting Kenny crawl into bed beside me. Without me realizing, he had grabbed two controllers, giving one to me.

When I gave him a confused look, he just laughed to himself.

"You said you were gonna kick my ass. Now prove it." All I could do was roll my eyes before he set up Smash all over again.

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disorganizedkitten · 3 months

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These Hopeless, Helpless, Miraculous-Wielding Romantics Chapter 1

Miraculous Ladybug | 2018 | 2,085 | Ao3 | Masterlist | Next

Paris. It’s the city of lights, love and (occasionally evil) butterflies. Our duos have been through a lot, and there’s more to come. But love, fate and magic always seem to entangle and bring friends close and lovers closer. And of course, our favorite wingmen and wingwomen are here to help push that way too. (It doesn’t matter what kind of wings, right?)

A mess of self-discovery and shipping, written for LadyNoir July 2018.

Rena Rouge watched through her flute three rooftops away, stifling giggles as Ladybug landed on the roof, looking around suspiciously. This plan was as complex as one of Marinette’s, which meant it would either A. fail horribly and Queen B (who was monitoring it’s progress beside her) could tease her about it later, or B. it would actually work because there wasn’t a stuttering mess here to, well, stutter her way out of it.

“Rena? Chat? Queen B? I swear if this is a setup-”

“M’lady I’m insulted! Why would I ever set you up?” And there was Chat Noir, right on time and right where she knew he’d be. Alya’s wingwoman skills would work this time, and her ship would become canon! Heck yes!

“You tell me, I just got a call from Rena saying I needed to get here now, and that you and Queen B were already here too.”

“I got a similar call, just switch me with you. Do you think it’s an akuma that’s hacked into our communicators?”

Rena was confused when Ladybug slammed her forehead into her palm and groaned.

“Nope. I know who did this, I’ll take care of it tonight during our scheduled patrol with Rena and Queen B.”

“Are you sure LB?”

Ladybug turned to Chat Noir, placing her hands on his shoulders. While Rena couldn’t see her face, she guessed Ladybug was giving Chat a are-you-really-doubting-me-now look. (Really though, she was giving him a yes-I-got-myself-into-this-mess-let-me-get-out-of-it look, mixed with a this-isn’t-that-kind-of-secret-I-really-do-trust-you look).

Chat’s shoulders slumped. “Alright, but can we meet up a little earlier, just the two of us? It’s been a while since we’ve done that.”

“Of course Chat! You think twenty minutes will be enough to get from the Eiffel tower to Trocedaro and back?”

“It is for me, the question is, will you be able to keep up?”

Ladybug reeled back in false offense, and Queen B had to cover Rena’smouth so the other two didn’t hear her squeal. Rena shoved Queen B off as she turned back to Ladybug and Chat Noir.Honestly, she wasn’t that loud.

“Ladybug doesn’t like Chat Noir? I mean obviously not. It’s not like their chemistry could be seen from a mile away or anything,” Queen B muttered from Rena’s side. (okay so they weren’t quite that far away, but still).

“Oh it is on Chat! Get in as much practice as you can before tonight, or prepare to have your butt kicked!”

“Ooh, someone sounds confident. Should we bet on it?” Chat asked, leaning in.

“No,” Ladybug pushed his nose, shaking her head.

Rena slammed her face into her hands. ‘Why?’

“Why not?”

“Cause I know what you’ll want to be the prize.”

“A rooftop picnic?”

Ladybug seemed surprised, and Rena found herself wishing she had a second vantage point so she could her face. “Actually, I’ll agree to that. Loser hosts it?”

“Only if Winner gets to pick the venue,” Chat bargained.

“And date.”

“Okay!”

“Okay. See you tonight,” Ladybug waved and threw her yo-yo.

Chat sighed as she left. His usual, lovestruck sigh that gave Rena all the more reason to give these two a shove in the right direction.

After a few seconds he shook out of it and left. “Alright Rena, I’ll admit, it’s a start.”

Rena Rouge turned to Queen B, incredulous. “A start? Did you not see that? I have it completely under control! They’ll be an item by the end of the month!”

“Except Ladybug knows it’s you,” Queen B pointed out, her bright yellow fingers pointing towards where Ladybug and Chat Noir had just vacated.

“Nah. She just thinks she does. I’ll play innocent until it’s over with, then I’ll ask for bragging rights.”

Queen B raised her eyebrows, “You? Ms. Setter-upper extraordinaire, needs bragging rights?”

“My other subject has a minor speech impediment cause by being in the basic vicinity of her crush,” Rena shrugged.

Queen B facepalmed.

“Who has a crush? Oh my gosh! You two are Queen B and Rena Rouge! I’m such a fan! And so is my best friend Alya! Can I get a few pictures for her?”

The two superheroes turned to see Marinette of all people standing at the edge of the roof, hands up to her chest like a true fangirl.

Queen B froze up a little bit, but Rena’s face split into a huge grin. “Of course, anything for a fan!”

After Marinette had gotten a few pictures, (She really would send these to Alya), and after she had decided to dial her fangirling back a bit, Marinette posed the question that was the whole reason she had come up here. “So what were you two doing up here anyways? I hope I didn’t interrupt an Akuma hunt!”

Rena shrugged, “You didn’t interrupt anything, Queenie and I had just finished when you arrived.”

“Finished what? Or is it some super secret super hero stuff?”

“It’s some super secret super hero stuff,” Queen B answered quickly, her smile a touch too wide. Marinette had to swallow a triumphant grin. She and Chloe had had a bit of a run in while detransforming a few weeks ago, and had been getting along better since, but Chloe being uncomfortable with ‘Polka-dots’ (as was her new nickname for Marinette) when talking superhero stuff like this was just too much fun to watch.

“No it isn’t,” Rena said, exasperatedly. “We were wingwomaning Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

“Oh my gosh really? Are they going to be together soon?”

“Yep!”

“Which one are you wingwomaning for? Or did they each ask one of you?” Queen B was shaking her head and making a huge Alya-reminiscent X with her arms over and over as Marinette continued sneakily interogatting Rena Rouge. Rena however, wasn’t looking back at Queen B and getting the warning. Although maybe it was Queen B asking Marinette to stop.

“Now that’s a secret,” Rena teased, “But don’t worry, I’m sure once we get them together we can start wingwomaning for Civilians.”

Queen B had given up from her perch behind Rena, and wasn’t even trying to stop her partner from spilling the beans.

“But hasn’t Ladybug already done that?” Marinette asked. That got Chloe to look up, an eyebrow raised. Had Chloe missed everything?

“She has?” Rena seemed surprised as well. Marinette felt a little insulted at that, but maybe Rena was acting. After all, she didn’t know Marinette already knew she was best friends with Rena Rouge.

“Oh yeah! She got Ivan and Mylene together, and Alya and Nino, and Onidine and Kim, and-”

“Okay we get it! We’ve got a little catching up to do. But we will, don’t worry.”

Queen B scoffed. “No, you have a lot of catching of to do Rena.”

Rena turned and stuck her tongue out at Queen B, before turning back to Marinette. “Well anyways, anything else we can help with while we’re out here?”

Marinette pursed her lips, and caught sight of Queen B mouthing “No. No. No. No.” over and over again. She couldn’t think of anything else off the top of her head, so she decided to give Queen B a break. For a little while. She needed to decide how she felt about Alya trying to set her up with Chat, and Chloe helping.

“I don’t think so, but thank you so much for the pictures! Alya’s going to love them!” Marinette waved and walked back over to the wall which she came up, deciding she’d head over to Chloe’s to get a full disclosure version of it.

“Okay, bye!” Rena waved, making Marinette sure that she had made Alya’s day by coming over and being a fan.

If nothing else, making her friend happy was good. So was information, but she needed more of that.

Queen B parted ways with Rena Rouge as soon as Marinette left. She needed to explain, you know, before Marinette did something rash like she did every now and then. She still shipped LadyNoir, but since she knew Spots and Polka-dots were the same person, (and that Polka-dots still had a major crush on Adrien), she probably seemed a lot like a jerk for trying to set Spots and Chat up.

She scanned the city, finding Marinette almost at Le grand Paris. How did she even move that fast without transforming? She dived for the pigtailed girl, scooping her up and giving her a speed ride to Chloe’s balcony.

“You do know someone probably saw that, right?” Marinette asked, raising an eyebrow as they landed.

“You guys take people up here all the time,” Chloe replied incredulously, still transformed.

“When there’s an akuma,” Marinette pointed out, just as screams started coming in through the window, along with a shout of “Marinette Dupain-Cheng!”

“What did you do this time? How did you even have time to do anything this time?” Queen B asked, waving her hands as if to say ‘Why me?’

“I didn’t!” Marinette protested, “I knew you’d want to explain before I came up with a reprimand, so I made a beeline straight to here!”

“Ridiculous! Utterly Ridiculous! Not only did you somehow accidentally cause an Akuma while coming at me, Chat has corrupted you with his puns!”

“I punned? Oh, right, beeline, sorry,” Marinette shrugged. “Should we go take that thing down?”

“Yes. And then anything you do, Blame Rena! I know all about your classmate crush and I know that’s why you say to a romantic relationship with Chat, but she doesn’t!”

Marinette shook her head. Of course Rena didn’t, she didn’t know what Chloe knew! “Whatever, Tikki! Spots on!”

The pink flash covered the balcony and then the two bug-themed superheroes were shooting off the balcony and into the afternoon sunlight to fight whoever had a grudge with Marinette this time around.

******

Chat Noir waited on the Eiffel tower, excitement flowing through his veins. Thanks to that prank call from Rena, (deny it as she might, he knew better), and an Akuma that was mad at Marinette because she had entered another contest a while ago and had won, he got to see Ladybug twice already, plus they had a race to do on their own, and a picnic! Okay so a picnic wasn’t actually set yet, but it was a start!

“Ready to lose Chat?”

He spun at the voice, seeing Ladybug smirking at him.

“Oh you’re going to lose M’lady. This cat is fast!”

“I’m faster.”

“Oh. Wanna see for sure? Ready, set, go!”

Both superheroes shot off running, swinging and vaulting while they teased each other the entire way. Eventually Chat did win, but only, and only, because, as Ladybug said, “I know the better food joints. Like I was going to let you pick it, alley cat.”

Chat swooned in fake betrayal at that, before Queen B and Rena Rouge caught up to them.

“Oh there the sneaks are!” Chat looked at Ladybug as she spoke, a smug smile creeping across her face. Had he missed something?

Queen B groaned and plopped onto the ground, burying her face in her hands. Rena just looked at them, the picture of innocence.

“So I have it on good authority that you two want to have a wingwomaning spree, is that right?”

Rena bit her lip, smiling guiltily, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I told you. I told you it was a bad idea to spill the beans to Polka-dots in a public place and yet you do anyways. Spots was listening you crazy fox,” Queen B muttered.

“Exactly. Especially when I know there are fangirls in the area. That’s the absolute best way to get information, don’t you know?” Ladybug reiterated, the smile only growing more smug.

Rena pouted. Chat was still a little confused, but he was starting to put the pieces together. Ladybug had never confirmed it, but he was pretty sure she picked someone out of her own life to be Rena Rouge, which meant she probably dealt with stuff like this as a civilian all the time.

Rena Rouge was a matchmaker in training. And Queen B was her partner in crime? Maybe.

“Fine, I admit it. I planned the meeting.”

Ladybug smiled. “Thank you for the honesty. You two go ahead and finish patrol, and meet me here tomorrow for tips on winging it. Okay?”

The other two nodded, and Chat gave Ladybug a weird look. She just winked and threw her yo-yo off the tower beam, swinging off for the night.

#I cannot say much but I can say that I had the self confidence of a queen #I do not anymore but I can fake it #anyway rip to me #old fics #Hiatus era fic #jaymeow writes #chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain cheng #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #ladynoir july 2018 #alya cesaire #ew romance #crossposting spam #THHMR

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lilithdusk · 2 years

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How am I supposed to move on from THAT ONE gif?

aka Ladybug realizing her feelings for her beloved partner at the end of season 4-

Rain was pouring, leaving Ladybug shivering; or was it at the sight of her city living up after it has been completely destroyed before her eyes a few hours ago?

Shadow Moth has been caught, finally. The fight lasted hours and a team of super-heroes was very much needed to take him down. His reign of terror ended, leaving a mournful son who lost his father after his mom. The official conference press Ladybug and Chat Noir held confirmed that they finally won over and, to protect his family, his identity will remain secret. Paris was now celebrating the news, marching in the streets, music blazing; as if the city breathed again.

Yet, tomorrow, Ladybug will have to declare that the Peacock miraculous was still lost and if she trusted her instinct, in bad hands. The rest has been short, because at the end of the day, Paris still needed the duo of super-heroes to protect them from another villain, willing to selfishly use people to get what they wish.

She had learnt that information the very same day she decided to reveal her identity to Chat Noir.

Walking in cercle in her room, Marinette has been talking for hours, the kwamis understanding after a few minutes that she needed to rant. She never thought she would consider that option and now, she was sick about it. Nervousness running down her body and making her jolt while she was rambling.

“Tikki, you don’t understand. What I am supposed to do? Do I just detransform in front of him? That seems too simple, as if I don’t care and I care! What if he thinks I am lazy? Do I have to set a dinner? Wait, a dinner is too formal, I know we’re teammates but he’s my best friend. Lunch is better right? I’ll go grocery shopping and I’ll cook pastries and- Shoot, what does he like? I don’t even know his favorite meal! How can I-”

When Tikki tried to suggest ideas for the fifth time and not having time to explain because Marinette was already thinking about the worst case scenario, she gave up and nodded from time to time until the girl calmed down. Marinette finally agreed with her and called Alya to rant, a second time. Alya didn’t hesitate to tease her friend about that date Chat Noir and she set after the end of the battle; making Marinette blushed and gesticulated her arms to deny.

“It’s not a date! Just a patrol between him and I to make sure that Paris is doing fine.”

“But weren’t you the one telling him that the secret identities worked until Shadow Moth has been caught?”

“Uh... Yes but perhaps he doesn’t even want to know my identity now! We talked about that months ago, things can change!” A pause. “Wait, do you think he doesn’t want to know? Why would he shut me down now? I want to know!”

At the end of the afternoon, Alya had given advice about the way Marinette should dress if she met her absolutely platonic teammate in her civil form and had finally hung up. She smiled as she transformed and was about to leave her balcony when Su-Han appeared. She felt like a bus was hitting her, it wasn’t over yet. Apprehension and disappointment were quick to take over her as she made her way to meet Chat Noir. At the top of the Eiffel Tower, she found her partner waiting for her with a dinner. His smile dropped when he noticed her mood.

“I am sorry.” She simply said.

Chat Noir waited for her to continue, incomprehension written on his face. Ladybug pursed her lips, trying to hold a sob. She always was the one making sure that their security was the top priority so why a part of her wanted to say screw to that? Why was she so disappointed?

Lowering her head, a tear fell down on the floor; Chat Noir immediately understood and slowly nod. Of course, what was he even thinking? It could never have been easy. He came down to earth when Ladybug hugged him tightly. While crying, Chat Noir learnt the newly issue and decided to just support her for now. Yesterday, she had spent the entire day at Adrien’s side to make sure he was fine and even called some of his friends to take over when she had to leave. He could be the one keeping her safe. He could reassure her and go on, as they always did.

“You okay my Lady?” He moved back, hands still on her shoulder as she wiped her tears.

Green eyes met hers as she sniffed. Sure his smile was a bit low and she could see tears prickled at the corner of his eyes, yet he seemed so confident and calm.

“How do you do that?” She whispered.

Chat Noir shrugged and pressed her shoulders.

“Remember when Bunnix came that one time? We were still fighting together in the future.”

“Yeah, but I thought we would have figured out our identities by the time.”

Chat Noir raised his eyebrows, taken short by her answer. So she wanted to know his identity? That is what she had planned for tonight if the Peacock miraculous wasn’t lost? She actually wanted to know? It wasn’t his own fantasy?

“I wish I could see you.”

Ladybug raised a hand and finger touched the border of his mask then his cheek before lowering it down.

Chat Noir immediately took her hand back to his face.

“You see me. With or without the mask, you’re the only one who truly knows me.”

Her eyes softened and she opened her mouth before Chat Noir continued.

“Trust me, it is just a matter of time. It doesn’t change anything about us my Lady. I’ll be ready to start this all over again if it meant meeting you again.”

Her heart throb and sped up. She remained silence, absolutely in awe. What has she done to deserve someone like him? An invisible force pushed her towards him. She realized how devoted she was for him. Chat Noir could ask her anything and she would do it without question it. She was ready to follow him wherever he wanted to go until the end of the world. She wanted to be a shoulder he could cry on, a hand he would take whenever he felt the need and someone to rely on. Something new was building up in her chest, very different from the usual anxiousness or panic she felt; something ready to explode rather than swallow her entirely.

“It is you and me against the world.” He smiled.

Shining. That was what he was right now. Glowing in the surrendered night, guiding her as he usually did. He was so bright, almost blinding her by how much faith she had in him.

Chat Noir let go of her and turned his head towards the illuminated city, a smile painting his lips. Ladybug never glanced away from him. She remained silence, incapable to say out loud the realization that just hit her.

She sincerely, genuinely and fully loved him. She had no doubt. And it wasn’t just platonically, she knew Chat Noir owned a part of her heart that she thought only existed for Adrien. After all this time, Ladybug could have laugh if she wasn’t so struck by the gratitude she felt for him. She was so thankful to count someone like him in her life, fighting along with her, willing to lose or win at her side. Ladybug was utterly in love with him.

Blushing painting her cheeks, she forced herself to look away. She promised herself she would tell him someday the feelings she had for him. He needed to know how important he was for her. But for now, they would have to face another villain; together.

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hollywillows · 3 years

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the moments - harry styles x f!reader

summary- harry has been your best friend for years. one night, the unspoken feelings he’s always had for you slip out as he recalls all the moments he began to realize he loved you.

“harry’s found y/n in the crowd.” harry remembered liam saying. “now we’ve officially lost him. lad won’t focus on anything but her for the rest of the show.” his friend and bandmate had teased.

you were in the audience of the one direction concert, but you had neglected to tell harry about your appearance. he could remember the way you danced around to the music with the fans, even though they seemed starstruck to meet you.

liam had been right; he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you for the rest of the night. the way you grinned up at him, or laughed at his jokes, or sang along to the songs captivated him.

this was the first of many moments that harry styles realized he was in love with you.

one of harry’s fondest memories of tour with one direction was when he went on the world tour and got to travel with you. much to his excitement, you had been able to clear your schedule and join the boys for most of their shows in europe.

he remembered walking around the touristy parts of paris with you, looking over to see your reaction to everything you saw. he had brought his camera with him, and he practically took a photo of everything he came across.

“y/n, take a picture of me in front of the eiffel tower!” he has insisted, handing you his camera. you shook your head with a smile, taking it from his hands and holding it up to your face. “does this angle make it look like i’m holding the tower in my hand?” he asked.

you looked up at him with a squint. “yeah, yeah, you’re definitely holding the tower up with your hand.” you had replied, even though his hand was no where near the bottom of the tower. he hadn’t cared, though, that the photo wasn’t what he’d expected it to be. he still treasured it.

“let me take a picture of you now!” he’d insisted, taking the camera back from you.

you shook your head, looking up at him. “no, no, harry, i look awful right now.” you’d insisted.

he only gave you a baffled look, shaking his head. “that’s absolutely impossible.” he told you.

and he’d meant it. throughout the rest of the day, he found himself making the most stupid jokes he could think of, all in an attempt to make you laugh. he was in deep.

another thing that harry noticed about you being around him with one direction was that it made people talk more. he quickly noticed the paparazzi following the two of you, and he wasn’t blind to the tabloids asking if the two of you were an item.

“how do you feel about y/n y/l/n?” a pap asked him one day as he was leaving a restaurant.

he’d turned around to look at them, and couldn’t help but smile at just the mention of your name. “well, she’s my best friend.” he said simply. “she.. she makes me happier than anyone, and i really feel like she completes me.” he’d said.

the words came out without even a thought, but once he’d finished talking, he wondered to himself if the words that were lingering on his tongue were that he loved you.

for the next few months, fans would approach him saying that he should date you, and he’d noticed signs in the crowd of concerts insisting that you would be a perfect couple. though he tried to ignore it all, the thought of it brought a smile to his face.

but, beyond having fond memories of pranking paul or niall with you, or dancing around in the kitchen with you, he also had sentimental ones. one of harry’s most intimate moments with you was the night that he admitted to his poor mental health.

“it just feels so difficult to do anything.” he’d admitted. “i feel so alone.”

you had taken his hands into yours, looking into his eyes. “you are not alone. ever. i am always here for you.” you’d said.

he wondered if you’d ever know how important it was to him that you stayed with him for the next four hours, well into the night. you’d wrapped your arms around him as he’d cried into your shoulder. he’d never felt that vulnerable with anyone before, and he’d never felt so loved, or so in love.

what made harry fall for you even more was when he brought you to his home town to visit his family. of course you’d met gemma and anne before, but seeing you interact with his family in the place he’d grown up made his heart soar.

“i love her.” anne had said to harry after dinner one night.

he’d smiled, looking down at his feet bashfully. “me too.”

it was saying it out loud that sealed the deal for him, and from that moment on, harry knew that he was falling deeply in love with you.

on this particular night, harry had come over to your house to watch a movie with you; you’d always had a movie night together as often as you could given your schedules. the movie often got drowned out in the background as you discussed various topics and made jokes, but he wouldn’t change a thing about it.

you were both watching the notebook, which you knew was one of his favorites. the volume of the movie had slowly decreased as the two of you talked about the plot of the new book you’d just read. watching your eyes glimmer as you remembered an aspect of the book you liked, or your smile as you talked about a character you liked made his heart soar.

“it was the perfect way to end it. not everything ends tied into a perfect bow, but not everything that doesn’t end like that needs a sequel. some books just fit so well by themselves that to add more would be overkill.” you were saying. he had stopped paying attention, lost in his thoughts. “harry? are you okay?”

he blinked, looking at you. he gulped, afraid of the outcome of what he was about to say. “i love you.” he said.

you furrowed your brows in confusion, a smile playing on your lips. “yeah, h, i love you too.”

“no,” he shook his head, “i’m in love with you.”

you felt your throat go dry, and you lost any idea of what to say in response.

“i think i’ve been in love with you as long as i’ve known you.” he continued. “you are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever met, both inside and out. you’re my partner in crime, and the person i can always go to when i need someone to listen to me, or give me advice, or even just a hug. and i feel so comfortable being silly around you because i know you accept me just for me. and you support me when i need it. and you make me happier than anyone else in the world. and i don’t know what i’d do without you. and i love you.”

a smile crept onto your lips as he spoke. when he finished, harry looked at you sheepishly, clearly afraid of how you’d respond. “i love you too.” you said after a moment. “i think i probably have loved you since you first made a stupid joke, and even though it was horrible, i loved it, and i laughed at it.” you chuckled at the memory. “you make me feel safer than anyone, and i never feel as happy as i do with you, or laugh harder.” you looked at the smile on his face and felt yourself fall for him ten times again. “i want to try us.”

“like.. to try dating?” harry asked, sitting up more in the sofa.

you nodded. “yeah. we already know everything there is to know about each other, so that’s eliminated. and there’s no pressure, there doesn’t have to be a label on it yet if you don’t want there to be.”

he shook his head, looking over at you. “i’m not afraid of this being a relationship. i want you to be my girlfriend, and i want to be your boyfriend.” he admitted. “if you’d like that.”

a smile spread across your cheeks. “yeah, i’d like that very much.”

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mc-lukanette · 3 years

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A few days had passed since Marinette had burned the Adrien photos, and Luka was relieved to note that they hadn't come back since. Marinette seemed equally at ease, their daily calls becoming more and more relaxed with each time she told him about her still-empty wall. He did wish he could do a little more concerning the red string around her neck, but his mind was drawing a blank and she was happier than before regardless.

The main problem however, was the relation to the miraculouses. Everyone knew that Ladybug wasn't interested in Chat Noir, a fact that made the knowledge of the red string even worse. He wasn't sure if the red strings were tied to the miraculouses or not - or how if they were indeed connected - but he speculated that it was about more than just talking to Marinette about Adrien; Chat was a factor as well. He couldn’t imagine the societal pressure of Ladybug and Chat Noir being a couple, and no one had to do much research to realize that Chat Noir was okay with it while Ladybug was very much not.

He'd have to take on the red string from both sides of the masks, and it took one particular day for him to get his chance.

"You want me to go on patrol with you?"

Ladybug nodded, balancing herself on his windowsill as she replied, "If you'd like to. Chat Noir is busy tonight, so the position's opened and you're one of the people used to having a miraculous."

Luka caught himself before he could start smiling too much, knowing that it was Marinette under that mask and she wanted him to go on patrol because they were friends.

"I'd be honored to."

She beamed at him, and after the snake miraculous was on his wrist, he was transformed and the two set off for the rooftops together.

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Viperion glanced left and right as he went along with Ladybug. He'd been called enough by then to have gotten used to superheroing, though it was his first time actually on patrol. Given the situation they were in, he was thankful that Adrien was busy that particular night with what Viperion could only guess was Gabriel's orders.

The red string was still dangling around Ladybug's neck, though Viperion'd grown attuned enough with his fate sensing that he could stop focusing on it and simply see her if he chose to. It didn't stop him from thinking about it, but it helped.

Ladybug seemed to know the route to take, so he mostly followed after her, but it was partway through where she'd decided that they should take a break. Paris was always quiet right after akuma attacks, meaning that they could afford to take it easy since there'd been one just that afternoon.

They leaped buildings until they reached the Eiffel Tower, scaling the monument until they reached the top platform. He didn't miss that she'd avoided using her yoyo for the job, possibly to put them on an even playing field.

Letting out a breath, Ladybug leaned against the railing and she gazed over the city. Gesturing to the view, she explained, "We'll have a good vantage point from here in case anything happens."

Viperion chuckled. "You really do think of everything."

She blushed faintly, but took the compliment casually. "I'm just doing my job." She turned her hip to more easily grab her yoyo, then opened it and reached inside. "Anyway, are you hungry?"

He tilted his head in curiosity, then grinned as she pulled out a bag of macarons from the Dupain-Cheng bakery. It wasn't anything suspicious given that it was known as the best bakery around.

"Thanks," he replied gratefully, taking one of the macarons she offered him.

She grabbed one as well and they took a simultaneous bite of their respective treats. He was a little surprised to hear that she brought along snacks, but supposed it made sense if breaks during patrol were a common thing after akuma.

They settled down on the ground, Ladybug placing the open bag in-between them so they could pick them out at equal leisure. Tossing him an apologetic but teasing smile, she added, "Sorry, but cushions wouldn't fit in the yoyo."

He raised his brows at her, then glanced down at the hard ground below them. He snorted at her joke, noting, "It's nice to see you outside of akuma battles, where you can relax and play around more."

She smiled shyly at him, in a way that was so Marinette that he couldn't believe he hadn't figured her out sooner. "Thanks. Chat says I have no sense of humor."

He frowned, replying without hesitation, "Chat's wrong."

She waved him off, though he could tell that she appreciated the comment. Hearing that Chat had told her something like that was news to him, despite all the research he'd done into their relationship. Granted, he imagined that anything could be said off-camera and he couldn't have known.

"Does he say things like that a lot?" he asked, hoping he wasn't prodding too much. There was just something about how casually she'd said it that unnerved him.

"Huh?" She blinked, thrown off by the question, then rubbed the back of her neck. "Well... most of the time, he flirts instead. It's..." She hesitated, like she wasn't sure that she could talk about it. Glancing at him, then back to the open sky, she relented and added, "—it's a lot sometimes, but he does his job well enough, so it’s not like it’s a serious problem. I don’t know, it’s not like I’ve never wondered about the what ifs of having someone else, but whenever I think about it, I just—"

She squinted at nothing, Viperion's gaze flickering down to the string, which had became visible now that he was focusing on it.

It had tightened, pressing into the black of her bodysuit in a way only he could see, and he found himself squinting just like she was.

"—I can't imagine being Ladybug without him," she said.

He pressed his lips together, trying to suppress any reaction to the comment. He'd suspected it for a while, but actually seeing it was something else entirely.

The red string demanded dependency on Ladybug's part. He wasn't sure how much it pulled Chat on the other end, but judging from what he'd gathered from Marinette's luck and fate's blatant favoring of Adrien, he could guess.

Ladybug peeked up from her macaron when he remained silent, confusion passing over her features. "What? You look like you have something to say."

"Ah—" He looked down, brows furrowing as he hoped even more that he wasn't pushing boundaries. "—just... I know that he's been with you since the beginning, but I don’t think you need Chat Noir to be an amazing Ladybug."

She straightened, dropping her treat in surprise and then fumbling to catch it. Perhaps she hadn’t caught onto what her words implied, or had said them without thinking due to the string and was now facing it head-on.

He continued, "You've dealt with akuma plenty of times without him, and you work well with all your heroes. I'm sure you could make the best out of any partner you had." He smiled reassuringly at her. "Maybe Chat Noir only seems as good as he does because he's at your command."

Ladybug's cheeks tinted red, nearly matching her mask, as she ducked her head at the high praise. She raised the macaron back to her lips, chewing on it as if that helped hide her face.

It was only after she'd slowly nibbled the treat all the way down and swallowed that she replied, "T-thank you."

He shrugged, having only been honest.

"Chat Noir..." She cleared her throat. "Well, Paris would disagree with you."

"Paris is wrong too," he replied in the exact same tone as when he was discussing Chat. After careful consideration, he asked cautiously, "Do you mean how—"

"Yeah, the—" She frowned and waved both hands vaguely in a gesture that no one but him would've understood. "Yeah."

So she was all too aware of their status of a "couple" in the eyes of Parisians. It made sense with everything he already knew, but he hadn't wanted to be right.

The phrase she'd used when talking about Adrien resurfaced in his mind: made for each other.

He clenched his fist. She was being pressured on both sides of the mask, towards both sides of Adrien's mask.

"I don't like it," she admitted, "but Chat drinks it up and I guess the public is into the idea of this superhero couple. They see us like celebrities."

"It's not right," Viperion hissed, and Sass would've been proud of it. "You save Paris every week and you deserve to be respected."

"There's nothing I can do about it," she told him, almost in defeat. "Besides, Chat... he needs a pick-me-up every now and my pep talks don't always work on him. He pouted when I brought in a male hero for the first time."

"That's not your fault!" he argued. "Chat needs to be confident on his own. He can't keep relying on you or make you feel like you can't do anything without him doubting himself. You're under enough stress as it is, and—!"

He caught himself, his mouth shutting tight before he could reveal exactly how much he knew. Ladybug blinked at him, seeming puzzled by the outburst but not suspicious at least.

He took a breath, reminding himself to stay calm. Reaching back, he grabbed hold of his lyre and brought it in front of him, strumming a few notes and letting them settle the discordant song that was playing in his stomach.

"My point is... Chat shouldn't be someone adding onto the pressure. That's not a partnership."

Her shoulders relaxed, her eyes darting around as she processed his words. She looked conflicted.

"...I'm sorry," he added, settling his lyre in his lap. "Not for what I said, but—I didn't mean to bring the mood down."

"No, no." She shook her head, pulling her knees to her chest. "It's good that you did. I've actually—" Her voice grew quiet. "—been thinking about it lately."

"About what?"

She made the same vague gesture from before. "All of that. There's been a lot going on and it's given me a lot to think about."

He knew immediately what she meant.

"It's... frustrating," she groaned. "I don't like Chat that way. I mean, maybe sometimes he said or did something that I found charming, but that's just—not enough for me, you know? To only feel something like that for a second or two." She averted her gaze, growing distant. "Everyone seems to think we belong together, and... I hate that they might be right."

"What do you mean?"

She sighed. "Well, I'm a hero; a permanent one. I need to be there all the time. Every akuma, every purification, every Miraculous Ladybug. Only I can do it." She hugged her legs closer, burying her face in her knees. "I want a relationship. I want someone to date and be close to, but I can't have it. I'm always running away; always going somewhere with some excuse so I can go deal with the akuma, and I can't tell anyone! Can you imagine how that'd make my date feel?"

He opened his mouth, but a thought occurred to him at the last second that gave him pause.

"You... so you think..."

Once again, he hoped to be wrong. He wanted so badly to be wrong.

But Ladybug looked up, her expression pained as she confirmed, "There's only one person I could be with where it wouldn't have to happen."

His blood ran cold, he felt sick, and the memory of the red string flashed in his mind, wrapped around Adrien's ring.

Fate didn't just tie her to him; it wanted to make her believe that he was her only choice.

Viperion's grip on his lyre tightened, his teeth grinding together behind closed lips as he tried to maintain an aura of calm. He wasn't just angry anymore, he was livid, and he silently wished that the face on the other side of the butterfly miraculous was the universe so he could give it a piece of his mind.

How could you do that? How could you take a girl who's always worked so hard and tried her best, and treat her like she's nothing? No, not nothing, because then at least she'd be left alone. How could you treat her like a plaything, as if she's some prize for a guy to win no matter what? How could you manipulate her to think that everything's her fault, just so she never thinks to fight back against the ones putting pressure on her?

What's love if it's gotten through such force?

"V-viperion?"

A hand falling upon his jolted him back to reality, his head snapping up to see Ladybug there, her pupils shrunken in and her brows knitted in worry. Whatever his face had looked like, it'd scared her.

His first instinct was to feel guilty. He was supposed to be comforting her, not making things worse by letting all of his emotions show on his face.

His second instinct...

He tossed his lyre off to the side, Ladybug's gaze briefly following it until his hands fell upon her shoulders. Her eyes widened, and she let out a squeak as he pulled her onto his lap and into a hug.

The only thing he was grateful for in terms of her superhero status was that he could hug her as tightly as possible without hurting her.

"A-ah..." She seemed tempted to say something, but fell silent soon after and hugged him back, burying her face into the side of his neck. He felt her strength in the way she squeezed him, like she was starved for his affection despite them being in a similar position not too long ago.

He understood. Before, they were tackling her problems when she was Marinette, but Ladybug had never had someone to personally confide in concerning Chat.

She'd needed this.

"You already do so much," he whispered. "You should be allowed to be with whoever you want, and you shouldn't have to settle when it comes to love."

She sighed against him, like she knew deep down that he was right. "You don't know how bad it could get. Some hypothetical boyfriend wouldn't deserve that kind of treatment."

"I get why you'd feel that way," he said, "but I'd hope that this hypothetical boyfriend would know that you're worth it."

Her fingers twitched against his spine. "...You don't even know me."

"I know that you're creative. I know you're smart. I know you work harder than anyone else to keep Paris safe. I know you have a right to feel however you want, and if you think you need to earn being with someone who's not Chat, then you've more than done that." He slid his hand up to squeeze her shoulder. "I also know that you'll find a way to make it work, if you put in even half the care into it as you put into Paris."

"Vi—" She paused, her voice softening. "Luka..."

They stayed like that for a while, the bag of macarons going untouched an arm's reach away. Viperion just held her, sensing that she was feeling out what he'd said and that they didn't need words for it. That was fine with him; her love life was none of his business. He only wanted to help her have the choice to live it.

A breeze blew by, their bodysuits protecting them from the wind chill factor as their hair was lightly shifted by the gentle air. Ladybug stirred, letting out a noise like she felt personally slighted by the wind, then pushed herself up, her hands on his shoulders as she pulled away from him.

"We...we should get back to patrol," she admitted.

He offered her a small smile, noting that she seemed to be in better spirits at least. "Alright." He let her out of his lap, leaning over to the side to pick up his lyre.

He heard her retreating footsteps, along with a light, "You can keep the macarons."

He glanced up at her, surprised. "Are you sure?" he asked, knowing that he was mostly responsible for them not eating all of them. "Is that what you usually do on your breaks: let Chat have them?"

"Oh." She stood awkwardly in place, looking off at the sky before dropping her gaze to the ground. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she grinned sheepishly and replied, "Actually..."

He tilted his head, curious.

She peeked over at him, eyes half-lidded as she told him, "I've never done this with Chat."

He raised his brows, as if that would make her clarify, but she simply turned away from him and started doing a few stretches, clearly prepping to head back out.

Pursing his lips in thought, Viperion turned his back to her, giving attention to the little plastic bag resting neatly on the ground. Even though it was open, the little ribbon that had held it shut was still around it, suddenly feeling more special now that Ladybug had said something so... cryptic.

He looked out at the view they had, then Ladybug, then back at the bag, feeling extremely slow on the uptake as his brain pieced things together based on what information he had.

Then, suddenly his brain supplied: Wait... was this a date?

He buried the thought just as quickly, shaking his head and scolding himself for jumping to that so fast.

"Are you ready to go back to leaping rooftops?" Ladybug asked behind him, her tone light even if she was still in her own head.

"Yeah," Viperion replied, picking up the little bag like it was something precious. Hoping to lighten things further, he then added, "I'm new to this, so I might lag behind."

She chuckled. "You might. Apparently I'm a really amazing hero according to someone I know."

He grinned to himself. Even if she was just teasing, it felt good to hear her compliment herself in a way.

He had just tightened the ribbon to seal the bag back up, listening to the sound of Ladybug's foosteps, when he felt a sudden niggling sensation at the back of his head, or—behind him? He turned, puzzled, then leaped up as he caught sight of a teal wisp in Ladybug's path.

He rushed over as she yelped and tripped over what would seem like nothing according to her. Catching her just in time, he also realized belatedly that it may've been an overreaction, given that she was in superhero form; he could only blame it on reflex.

Ladybug stood up with a start, covering the lower half of her face in shame. "Ugh, that was so embarrassing, I'm sor—"

"It's not your fault," he hurried to say, not explaining further as he grew lost in thought, staring silently at the place where the wisp had formed itself.

He hadn't just seen the wisps this time; he had sensed them. That was new, and he wouldn't have questioned a new addition to his fate sensing had it not been the fact that he hadn't particularly done anything as Viperion; it usually took an instance or two of him using his power for something to manifest, but here...

He glanced up when he realized that Ladybug was looking at him curiously. Debating with himself for a moment, he ultimately trusted his gut and met her gaze, asking,

"Do you mind if I talk to Sass again after this?"

#au: Dread String of Fate #Dread String of Fate: writing #Flower Arrangement Shipping #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette #type: salt #((Just in case.))

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arlertsbaby · 2 years

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Hi!! I hope you’re having a great day. I just wanted to ask you if you could do softdom!sugardaddy!regulusxfem!reader?? Regulus takes her to Paris but her new jewelleries and lingeries and fucks her against the view of the Eiffel Tower. Only if you feel comfortable with it. Feel free to ignore.

heyyy! i hope you're having a marvelous day aswell! i personally love this request so much, it seems like the perfect thing to write, so thanks for submitting this!!

PAIRING: softdom!regulus x fem!reader

WARNINGS: nsfw content, sugar daddy-ing, descriptive smut, semi-public sex, overstim, modern AU, age gap (reader is 21) , pet names (princess, love, baby i think..?)

SUMMARY: regulus takes you to paris to treat you

You’re sitting at a nearby restaurant at the airport, sipping a coffee while scrolling through your phone. Your boyfriend sits on the opposite of the small table, looking around at the small shops lined up against the large room.

Regulus noticed that you’ve been drowning yourself in school work, and wanted to surprise you with a vacation to Paris, before you arrive back home to another week of finals. You were beyond excited when he texted you about the trip, having checked your schedule the night before.

“Southwest 4379 scheduled for takeoff 9:35 pm is now accepting and loading passengers.” The loud intercom announces you and your boyfriends' flight.

You stood up slowly, shoving your phone in your back pocket as Regulus held both of your suitcases in his arms as he began to walk to the ticket instructor.

30 minutes after submitting your ticket, you and your boyfriend found your reserved seats in first class. It was similar in size to a large walk in closet, a small room stretched around a coffee table, with soft blue and purple led lights stuck on the sides of the outer walls surrounding you.

“Bed looks comfy. Oh, and check this out, Bubs!” When you sat down on the bed, a laptop sized tv made itself noticeable as a mechanical whirr sought a series of movies and shows on the screen.

“’S fancy, don’tcha think?” Regulus settled on the side of the bed, glancing over to you, who was now snapping pictures in front of your window.

“Very fancy,” You rolled out the “e” when you replied.

“And nice.” You added with a snicker.

After taking pictures, you crawled across the bed to Regulus, who was now scrolling on his phone, looking at gold and silver necklaces.

From behind him, you hooked your arms around him, lowering you face into the crook of his neck.

Regulus hummed as he continued scrolling on the jewelry site, adding every piece he found would fit you to his virtual cart.

“Wake me up when we land...”

“I think I like this one.”

“That one?”

“Yeah. Matches my gold dress in my suitcase.”

You carefully picked up a silver bracelet and held it up to your face, eyeing the the gold engraved heart on the pallet in the middle on the bracelet.

“Could get my name on it. We could get matching ones hm?” Your boyfriend placed his hands on your shoulders from behind you as he spoke into your ear.

“Totally!” You happily obliged, nodding and giving the bracelet to him as you and him walked over to the cashier so he could ring it up.

“I like black and blue on you, Love.” Regulus caught your attention as he held up a dark lingerie set up to you, awaiting your approval.

“It’s almost perfect, I love it, too.” You looked at the set in awe.

“Should I try it on when we head back to the hotel? This is the last place we are visiting tonight, right?” You checked your phone for the time. 7:56 pm.

“Actually, there’s one more place I would like us to visit. Do you remember how you said you’ve always wanted to see the Eiffel tower?”

You two reserved a private view room in the Eiffel tower to admire the beautiful night.

“Still marvelous, am I right?” Regulus whispered a tease from behind you, blush crowding your cheeks when he moved his left hand from your shoulder to your waist.

You let out a pleasurable groan as he placed quick kisses on your neck, hands roaming across your chest.

“Haah.. m-more..” You moaned against him as he placed a long kiss on your lips.

You whimpered against his face when he guided his right hand up your loose shirt, massaging your tits through your lacy bralette.

“May I?” He motioned over your underwear, waiting for a response from you. When you nodded ‘Yes’, he pulled up your bra from under your shirt, rubbing your nipple with his middle finger.

You let in a sharp breath as he did that, signaling to him that you enjoyed what he was doing.

While his right hand was on your chest, his left hand found its way from your waist to the hem of your underwear, thumb hooking under the waistband before the rest of his fingers followed suit.

He let the pad of his middle finger lightly ghost over your clit. After teasing that area for a few minutes and earning a a series of moans from you, he plunges his fingers in your wet hole.

“Please, I need you.” You begged before he let out an honest laugh.

“More specific, darling.” He took this opportunity to lightly squeeze your nipple, earning another moan from you.

“Need your cock, Reggie.” You whimpered as his pace in your pussy went faster, making you grip the handrail in front of you.

“Well, since my princess begged so nicely for it, I might just give it to her.”

Playing with your breasts and getting you off drove you over the edge, your hips rutting against his hand as you came, moaning out sweet nothings.

Regulus unbuckled his belt as you came down from your high, thick cock springing from his boxers when he pulled them down.

Slowly pushing inside of you, you moaned out even louder due to the overstimulation, and your boyfriend pulled his left hand from your underwear, and held his ring and middle finger to your plump lips.

“Taste yourself, darling.”

You took his wet fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them.

After a few moments of himself inside of you, he picked up his pace and thrusted in and out of your pussy, setting off another orgasm of yours.

“Mmm, gonna fuck my cum inside this pretty pussy.” He groaned out, indicating he was close, too.

While you were coming for the second time, Regulus approached his high soon after yours.

“That was amazing.” You turned around on the bed to Regulus’ side.

“Which one, the trip, or me inside you?” He let out a laugh and you gasped in sarcasm.

“Actually, both.”

“Which one did you like the most, princess?”

“The trip.”

He scoffed.

“I was kidding!”

a/n: apologies if this isnt the best, i didnt have time to spell check it and i was high writing like 75% of this lmao, its all over the place

#harry potter #harry potter smut #smut+prompt+list #regulus imagine #regulus black #regulus x reader #regulus smut #smut #send help #idk what this is #i wanna cry

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artzee-bee · 3 years

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End of all things [1] | Chat Noir x witch!reader

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug (Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir)

Summary: Y/N had been Chat Noir’s friend and moral support for a long time now. Even though she had magical powers too, she never liked getting involved with akuma attacks, but now, as Hawkmoth’s gotten control of the miraculous of creation, she couldn’t stay indiferent anymore. She had to save her friend and Paris!

Genre: Mostly angst? A little fluff

Warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of death/dying

A/N: This was requested, but as I was writting it, it got very long and I’ve decided to post it in 2 parts. I’m not gonna post the request just now, so as to not spoil the rest of the story but Part 2 will be coming out on friday!!!

Part 2

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Chat was pacing around the room, waiting for you to be done with your potion. You had heard from your parents that there had been a new akuma attack today, but as the news reported, the two parisian heros took care of the problem in no time. For this reason, Chat’s presence at your house felt unusual. Normally he would stop by when he needed to rant, when he was in need of comfort and reassurance but the fight today went well, so what could possibly be bothering him?

“Ok, I’m done” you said, screwing the cap on the little bottle and placing it on your shelf “Wanna talk?” you asked, to which Chat gave you a shy smile

“Yeah, a little”

You made your way to your bed, motioning for him to follow you. You got under your covers and passed him his favorite plushie, a cat to no one’s surprise

“So what’s up? Is it about the fight today?”

“Well no it’s more like a...personal problem?”

“Oh…”

“Claws out” in a rush of light and electricity, the infamous hero vanished before you, transforming into Adrien Agrest

“Well, what is it?”

Adrien revealed his identity to you months ago. You first met him as Chat, but when you really got to know each other, he decided you needed to know all of him. Well, he needed you to know all of him.

You listened to him rant until way past midnight. Until you were both too tired to stand up straight, so you laid down in your bed, covers up to your necks, muffled stories told in between yawns. You listened carefully, giving him your full attention. He fidgeted with the collar of the stuffed toy and you used your magic to make 2 hot chocolates. Eventually, everything that needed to be said, was said. You offered Adrien to watch a movie, since that always cheered him up, but he refused

“It’s late and I have a photoshoot early in the morning. My makeup team will be angry with my dark circles anyways, better not make it worse” he joked

Adrien transformed back into Chat and you cast a safety spell on him, which you did every time he left your house late at night. He always teased you about being ‘too protective’, but deep down he found it sweet how much you cared and wanted to know that he would get home in one piece.

“Night Chat” you said, wrapping your arms around the hero

“Good night Y/N!”

The next few days went by quietly. You hadn’t run into Adrien at all, but you texted a bit back and forth. Sunday evening however, things took a toll for the worst. You turned on your tv, ready to catch up with your show when you heard Nadja Chamack’s voice doing the news report

“It seems as though Rena Rouge and Chat Noir are struggling to stay on their feet! They have taken shelter under a fallen bus, leaving Ladybug alone to defeat Hawkmoth'' your pulse skyrocketed. As you watched the screen you could see Chat and Rena off to the side, struggling to catch their breath. Rena seemed to be in pain while Chat was trying to help. Ladybug was using her yoyo the best she could in order to protect herself from the supervillain, who was wielding his cane like a sword over her head. The fight was clearly going in Hawkmoth's favour! You grabbed your jacket and ran out the front door and onto the empty streets of Paris, towards the Eiffel Tower, where the fight was taking place.

People screamed at you from their balconies to go home, warning you about the fight and the danger you were putting your life in but you didn’t care. All you could think about was how they needed you. Chat needed you! Every late night talk and every inside joke shared between you two replaid in your head like a broken record. Behind Chat’s tough mask, his alter ego of hero and protector, was the fragile figure of Adrien Agreste. The young blonde boy who cried during romantic comedies, who liked to have his hair braided and forgot how to speak when someone complimented him. If you didn’t help, the heros would loose and he would most likely die! Alongside Ladybug and Rena who, even though you didn’t know their real identities, were still young girls. As you ran down the street, you heard kids crying inside one of the homes. You ran past but at the last second you heard Nadia’s voice coming from their tv

“Ladybug was akumatized”

You approached the Eiffel tower from the side, where you could see everything going on. In front of the tower, right next to Hawkmoth, stood Marinette Dupain-Cheng, dressed in a tight, dark red suit, darker than Ladybug’s. Black butterflies replaced the dots of the heroine's suit and the purple butterfly mask of Hawkmoth’s control was shining over her face. Marinette was Ladybug! She did, in fact, get akumatized. On the other side, you saw Rena and Chat, struggling to stay up right. They were obviously in a lot of pain and extremely tired, but Hawkmoth was merely mocking them.

“After all this time” Chat spoke up, but his breaths were shallow and rapid “I thought you’d know one thing about us! We don’t give up without a fight. Never will. Especially not against you” and with that, the two ran at each other.

“It doesn’t have to end like this, you know?” he said “We don’t have to fight to death. I wouldn’t want to have that on my conscience. All you have to do is give me your miraculouses willingly. The town will be safe, you will be safe! It’s the most heroic option you’ve got. You won’t be any good to Paris if you are dead”

You knew this was not just another fight between them. This was it. Either the heros won or everything they’ve worked for would be lost. Hawkmoth would win and get his hands on both miraculous and god knows what kind of destruction that would bring not only upon Paris, but the world. You focused all your energy in one spot in the air, right between where Chat and Hawkmoth were supposed to clash but before they could reach each other, you sent a wave of energy that blew both of them apart, like a bomb. Hawkmoth flew back into the Eiffel tower while Chat hit the pavement with a thud. Confused and certainly disturbed, both of them began looking around for an answer as to what happened when, finally, Hawkmoth’s eyes landed on yours.

“Aha, miss Y/L/N. What a spectacular honor to finally meet you!” you didn’t reply, instead you stood tall, maintaining eye contact

“I know a lot about you. Seen a lot. Felt a lot of your emotions. None of them can compare to the powers I’ll have with the two miraculouses. With Ladybug’s earrings and the guardian under my control, I’d say my mission here is almost over’’

“Y/N get back!’’ Chat screamed but you were too involved now to run. This was your fight too.

“It is time you give up Hawkmoth. Paris is not yours, neither are the miraculouses. We will destroy you, no matter what it takes!”

“Listen to yourself, kid! <<Destroy me>>? The most you can do is pull a rabbit out of your hat…” before he could finish his sentence, you snapped your fingers in his direction and instantly, the ground around beneath Hawkmoth and akumatized Marinette, fractured. From within the cracks, many tangled plants came out, encapsulating the 2 villains. You sprinted towards Chat and Rena, ignoring the signs of struggle coming from the prison of weeds.

Alongside the two superheros, you hid inside a corner coffee shop, which was now empty.

“Y/N, you need to leave!! You are putting yourself in too much danger!” Rena told you, as she collapsed to the ground from exhaustion

“Stop with that already! I am here and I’m not going anywhere!”

“Yes you are!” Chat looked at you. His voice was calm and yet, his eyes were filled with disappointment “You are not a superhero. This is our job!”

“You need help”

“No we don’t!” Chat had never, in all your years of friendship, raised his voice at you, let alone yell “ You need to stay safe! You could die! Hawkmoth doesn’t care about anything if it helps him get what he wants! I am ready to take that risk. Rena is too” you both turned to the red headed hero, only to see her slowly nod “But I can’t allow you to take it”

“You can’t tell me what to do”

“I don’t want you to die!” he screamed again “I love you and I will never forgive myself if you don’t come out of this alive!”

Before you could say anything, you saw Hawkmoth and his minion, through the cafe window, cutting through the last of the plants and escaping your trap. You grabbed Chat’s arm and pulled him to the floor, from where you could not be seen

“We’re in this together now” you said in a stern voice, looking the blonde kid right in his eyes “Whether you like it or not '' this time, he simply nodded.

You stuffed your hands into the pocket of your jacket and pulled out 3 little bottles, containing a mate, green liquid. You had prepared one for each of the heros, now you’d only need two.

“Here, drink this!” You handed each of them one “Regeneration potion. Should put you back on your feet.” as soon as they finished drinking the brew, you could see color coming back to their faces

“Where’s Marinette’s akuma??”

“Her necklace” replied Rena “It’s a gift from her kwami”

“Got it. You deal with Hawkmoth. I’ll bring Marinette back!”

Chat and Rena exited through the front door, grabbing Hawkmoth’s attention. He called out to Marinette to attack, but before she could take a single step in your direction, you had snuck up behind her. Using a simple invisibility spell, you managed to exit unnoticed behind the two heros. It finally felt like the fight had truly begun. From the corner of your eye you could see Chat and Rena doging Hawkmoth’s attacks while you, were doing your best to get your hands on the stupid necklace! Even though she couldn’t see you, Marinette seemed to almost always know what your next move was. She would expertly block all your attack and would keep you an arm’s length away at all times. Finally, you had enough and in one swift motion, you pinned her back to your chest, ripping the necklace away. A wave of black and purple took over the both of you and when it vanished, all you were left with was a half unconscious Marinette in your arms. You dropped her to the ground slowly as she was coming back to her senses. You wanted to talk to her but your thoughts were driven away as you heard Chat scream bloody murder.

On the opposite side of the platza, you saw Hawkmoth rip Chat’s ring off his finger, forcing him to detransform. The exhausted figure of Adrien Agreste fell to the ground with a thud. Hawkmoth had, indeed, gotten his hand on both the miraculouses.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #mlb x reader #adrien agreste #adrien agreste x reader #adrien agreste fluff #adrien agreste imagine #adrien agreste angst #chat noir #chat noir x reader #chat noir fluff #chat noir imagine #chat noir angst #rena rogue #marinette dupain cheng #ml ladybug

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pingutats · 3 years

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my dearest darling

in which you and harry spend a sunday morning having coffee & cake, and spontaneously decide to go engagement ring shopping together.

warnings: a little suggestive at the end. mostly just pure fluff!

word count: 3.4k

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The little alleyway off the main street filled with café tables is a perfect place for you and Harry to sit unseen. In fact, in this little alcove, it’s easy to watch the world pass by the two of you. It’s a nice reprieve from the usual of the world watching Harry.

He’s wearing sunglasses anyway, just in case—despite the overcast weather.

You frown at him, resting your elbows on the table and lacing your fingers together to rest your chin on. “I really think that makes you more conspicuous.”

He scrunches up his nose. “Nah. Or at least, if people notice, they’re going to notice an odd bloke in sunnies, not me.”

“They’ll notice it’s you.”

He glances at the busy footpath. “‘S working so far, love.”

A young waitress rounds the corner from the cafe’s front entrance and sets your coffees down on the table. You move your elbows off the table politely to give her space.

“Thanks,” Harry says, reaching for his black coffee.

You smile at the waitress as you wrap your hands around the latte you ordered, warming up your freezing fingers. You notice the way she hesitates before she leaves, how she looks at Harry like she wants to say something before before quickly spinning on her heels and walking away. When she’s out of earshot, you look at Harry. “She knows.”

He shrugs. “That’s different.”

The waitress reappears a minute later with the little cakes you ordered. This time, she’s braver. “I’m so sorry—are you Harry Styles?” she asks, saying his name in a voice that’s akin to a reverent whisper.

His eyes dart to you for a split second and he raises his eyebrow enough that only you’ll notice, conceding to you, then smiles at her. “Yeah, I am. Sorry, what’s your name?”

You watch him navigate the encounter easily, like you’ve watched so many times. The girl asks for a photo and he politely declines, explaining that he doesn’t want to draw attention, but offers to sign a napkin for her instead. He a short message (nice to meet you, all my love) to her and draws a couple hearts after he signs his name, then passes it to her with a sweetly genuine thanks her for her support.

“Oh my gosh, no, thank you,” she says earnestly. “It was so, so nice to meet you.” She glances at you, then, and her cheeks go even pinker. “Thanks,” she says again, and then she’s gone.

You let a giggle free at the awkward way his fans treat you, like they don’t know if it’s appropriate to talk to you as well, and how they struggle to find something to say to you anyway. Once it might have bothered you. It’s just amusing to you now. You raise your brows at Harry. “All your love?” you tease, quoting the message he wrote on the napkin. “Where’s my share?”

He pouts from behind his sunglasses. “Don’t be like that.”

You kick his shin gently underneath the table. “I’m kidding around. She was sweet. I like watching you do that, you’re so good at it.”

His foot swings around to trap your ankle between his. “Trying to play footsie at eleven o’clock on a Sunday morning? You little minx.”

You roll your eyes and wrench your foot free, rattling the table as you do so. He laughs—a sharp barking ha! that makes you smile through your embarrassment at causing a small commotion.

“Who’s conspicuous, sorry?” he asks.

You shake your head at him and stab your fork into your apple and cinnamon muffin. He keeps giggling as he slides his own plate with the carrot cake to his side of the table and picks up a fork himself.

“Mm, that’s good,” he says after he swallows his first bite. “Better than the one I make.”

“Well, baking isn’t known to be one of your talents.”

He claps a hand to his chest. “I’m wounded.” He leans over the table and skewers a piece of your muffin on his fork, dodging your attempts to swat his hand away with great agility. He pops it in his mouth triumphantly, cocking his head like he’s challenging you.

In return, you steal a piece of his cake.

“That was a much larger piece than what I took,” he accuses.

You shrug.

His phone, face down on the table, dings. He glances up at you.

“Check it,” you tell him. You know he only has alerts on for his closest friends—otherwise his phone would be ringing all day long. “I don’t mind.”

He bites his lip apologetically and flips the phone over, reading it. “Oh, it’s Tom. Hang on a sec.” He starts typing back.

You crane your neck around to read the message—something about Tom being free at the end of July, and Harry is giving a thumbs-up to that.

“Where are you off to?” you ask.

“France, maybe,” he replies. You’re aware that discovering this kind of information so suddenly would be jarring for most couples, enough to even incite a fight—but you and Harry aren’t exactly a normal couple, and international trips are just part and parcel of your relationship. Hell, he goes on world tours for months at a time. You’re lucky, you suppose, that you function just as well long-distance as you do when you’re living together.

“Lads’ trip?”

He sends the message and clicks his phone off, leaning back in his chair. “Nah. Taking you to Paris and getting down on m’knee in front of the Eiffel Tower,” he says, nodding sagely.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, Tom’s there to get the photos.” He shovels a forkful of the cake into his mouth and then points his fork in the general direction of a street busker playing a violin across the road. He swallows. “And I’m getting that guy to play a little tune, for the atmosphere,” he adds.

You raise your brows. “Oh, you’ve got budget for this, then.”

He smiles. “Nothing but the best for my dearest darling.”

You snort.

He carefully cuts a piece of cake with the edge of his fork. “Nah, we’re thinking of doing a trip down to his friend’s studio in—somewhere in France, I can’t remember really. Friends and family welcome too, if you want to come. Apparently it’s a real nice place.” He eats his mouthful and then lifts his sunnies to look at you with clear eyes. “We are getting married, though. I mean that.”

Your cheeks threaten to burst from how badly you want to smile, but you force yourself to assume a serious face, just to humour him. “Of course we are.”

Despite the butterflies it inspires, this conversation isn’t new. You’ve been with Harry a couple of years now and you both know you’re on the same page when it comes to your shared future. There are no hard plans, but the direction is set. You’re getting there someday.

He puffs his cheeks out. “I feel like you aren’t taking this as seriously as I am.”

You sigh melodramatically. “Well, sweetheart, I haven’t seen a ring yet.”

“A ring? You should have asked,” he drawls, then suddenly sits up straight and points a finger at you. “Don’t take that as a challenge. I want to be the one to ask.”

You shrug. “Can’t make any promises.”

His arm shoots forward to grab at your hand and you almost laugh out loud at the puppy-eyes he’s making at you. “No, please, baby, I swear you can do everything else, but let me do the proposing bit.”

In your heart, you’re happy he’s so insistent, because this is exactly how you want it to be too. In your mind, though, you really enjoy tormenting him.

“I’ll think about it,” you concede, and he groans.

“I’m buying a ring soon as I can, just to lock it in,” he tells you as he destroys what’s left of his carrot cake.

Once you’ve finished and Harry’s gone up to pay for the coffee and cake (he also took a moment to lean over the counter to snap a group selfie with the waitress who served you earlier and a couple others too) you walk back up the street in the general direction of your car that’s parked a few blocks down. The weather is pleasant today and the sun is even peeking out from behind the clouds now, justifying his sunglasses.

Your mind starts to drift (his arm wrapped loosely around your waist anchors you to the real world) as you think about how nice it is to be with Harry, how you’ve learned to appreciate each physical moment you have with him because they are so precious. After the tours, the promotional trips, the film sets, and all the little things in between, you understand how to be with Harry. You know not everyone can handle a life like this, and you’re sure that if it wasn’t Harry whose return you awaited, you wouldn’t be able to either. But he always returns.

Harry comes to a sudden halt in front of a shop window, gazing in. You’re nearly yanked off your feet as you keep trying to walk with your arm around him—he’s so steady that he doesn’t budge. You stand next to him and look into what you realise is a jewellery store.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“Huh?”

He looks down, his arm squeezing around your shoulder. “Said I’d get you a ring, didn’t I?”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “What, today?”

“‘M not asking. Just preparing.”

You raise your eyebrows up at him. “That is… that is really a technicality.”

“Humour me,” he says. “C’mon.” He shepherds you into the store, steering you by your shoulders.

It’s small and pretty in here, the air from the fans cool against your sun-warmed skin. There are hardly any other customers at the moment, so you have some kind of valuable privacy. There are a couple of glass counters that run along either side of the store with meticulously placed themed displays inside them. You gravitate immediately to the closest thing, a cluster of rough amethysts hanging from necklaces.

“Aren’t these so cute?” you comment to Harry.

His arms wrap around you from behind and you reach up to grasp onto his crossed forearms resting against your chest. “Oh, yeah, they are.”

You stay there looking at the necklaces for a little too long—it’s not like you’re really that fascinated by the jewels, but more that you’re just enjoying Harry’s head leaning over your shoulder and his chest pressed to your back as you stand there. When your gaze meanders along the counter and you see something new, though, you shake free of his grip and follow your whims.

This store isn’t labelled out front with a massive brand. You’re pretty sure it’s an independent jeweller, judging by the neat description cards that accompany each small collection, explaining the theme in a lively and personal manner. This is what makes you really fall in love with the place and feel sure that this is where you’ll find the perfect ring. You know Harry could afford any ring from any famous brand, the heaviest jewels imaginable, easily worthy of a feature article in Vogue magazine. He could probably organise to have a diamond dug up fresh specifically to go on your finger.

It’s the fact that Harry could give you anything in the world that makes you not want it at all. Special, to the two of you, isn’t something that you’ll find in wealth or the crowds that adore him.

It’s found in a day like this.

“Oh, my god, H, look at this one,” you gasp, grabbing his wrist and pulling him over.

He bends over the counter, his gaze following the line of your pointing finger. “Oh, that is pretty,” he says.

It’s a simple gold band with a small, neatly carved diamond fixed to it. It isn’t flashy at all, which is what drew you to it. You knew he’d like it too. Despite the decadence of his performances, he can be a different man behind closed doors and you love that part of him. The secret part, the one that only you know so well.

“I’m in love with it,” you tell him.

Harry nods. “Yeah, I think that’s the one.”

You never doubted that he would agree, but his assent sends a bolt of excitement up your spine. It’s all so real, suddenly, and you can’t wait to see him on his knee for you, to see that ring on your finger. You know your ring size off by heart (how could you not, being in a relationship with the jewellery connoisseur that Harry is), so there’ll be no need for you to try it on today. You’re left with only the raw anticipation of the day he’ll slide it onto your finger.

His hands come down to rest on your hips as you both stare at the ring. You imagine you can hear his heart, knowing that it’ll be beating erratically because his excitement must match yours—you know how he feels about the idea of marriage.

He spins you around to face him, leaving his hands on your hips. He looks at you very seriously. His sunglasses are resting on top of his head now, pushing back his curls and revealing his green eyes and furrowed brow to you.

“You know, if we’re seen buying an engagement ring…” he begins, trailing off. He shrugs. “Just want to think about that.”

You screw up your nose. “According to some magazines we got married last week, and also six months ago. Just being in here is probably going to spark something.” You glance behind you, as if you’ll see journalists scribbling away on their theories, then flatten your palms against his chest, smoothing out his shirt. “I’m happy to ignore it. I want to just do our thing, H.”

He nods, pursing his lips, and gradually the crease in his forehead disappears. “Okay. Good.” Twin smiles spread over your faces and you have the feeling of being two giddy kids, high-schoolers about to have their first kiss. Something new, unknown, exciting, that the two of you are going into together. His eyes are practically sparkling at you. If this was a cartoon, you think his pupils would be shaped like hearts right now. Something is starting to bud and you can feel it growing up inside you and between you, preparing to bloom.

“Alright,” you say, breaking the insulating silence to draw you both back to the real world.

He blinks a couple of times as if he’s just waking up. “Alright,” he echoes. “Let’s get it.”

He waves over a man drifting through the store in a neat suit and points at the ring. “Excuse me, can we please have a look at this one?”

The two of you watch the man unlock the cabinet and slide the plate of rings out, placing it on the counter. He picks up the one Harry pointed out. “It’s a lovely one, sir.”

“It is,” Harry says. His hand finds yours and squeezes your fingers. “What size is it?”

The man checks the price and tells you, and your mouth drops open. Surely there is something supernaturally perfect going on, because it’s exactly your size. You and Harry look at each other incredulously.

The man seems to notice your unspoken conversation, because he helpfully adds, “We can resize it if you need.”

Harry chuckles. “No, it’s perfect. I think…” he trails off, looking at you. “What do you think?”

You nod at him, grinning. You rub your thumb over the back of his palm as he tells the man, “Thank you. We’d like this one, please.”

You stand slightly behind him as he pays for it, flexing your hands and wringing them in front of you. You know it’s all in your head, but your left ring finger is tingling as if it senses that it’s missing a piece. You really just want to wear the ring at this minute, but when the man selling it to you offers, Harry shakes his head quickly.

“I’ll hold onto it for now,” he says. He accepts the little box from the man and slips it into his pocket. “Thank you so much.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, sir. Enjoy it, and congratulations to the two of you.”

Harry snakes his arm around your waist as you walk back out to the street. His hips knock against you as he squeezes you into his side, and you can feel the little box in his pocket. You can’t help the grin that takes over your whole face. You worry you look like an idiot, smiling so widely at nothing, but when you glance up at Harry, he looks exactly the same.

Your car is parked down a quieter road and you get to relax a little once you’re away from the crowds of the main shopping strip. You can walk a little more slowly and Harry loosens up a bit. His hyper-vigilance starts to strip away. You can see the tension in his shoulders dissolving and here’s your Harry, emerging from his defensive layers. Most people wouldn’t notice this change, but you do. You feel how he adjusts the grip of his hand on your hip, how he leans into you a little more as you walk. In your closeness, you can smell his cologne and you think of how you watched him spray it on this morning—and how you’re going to be watching him do that for the rest of your lives.

He glances over his shoulder and you copy him. The narrow street behind you is empty, but you don’t get a moment to really register this before you feel his arms tighten around your waist and you’re swept off your feet for a second as he crashes his lips into yours.

You close your eyes, letting the kiss envelop all your senses. The sweetness of the cake’s icing lingering on his lips; his arms locked around your waist, holding you up; the rapid beating of your heart. He pulls away slowly and your eyes flutter open. His face is just inches from yours and he’s looking at you with such intensity you feel naked. Not for the first time, you’re in awe of how impossibly green his eyes are; you could make a palette from every forest in the world, and it wouldn’t hold a candle to what you see in front of you right now.

“Y/N,” he says. He cracks a grin. “I’m so fucking happy.”

Your reply is simply to grab him by the back of his neck and pull him in for another kiss. Your hand tangles in his hair and you feel his tongue running along your bottom lip before he pulls away again quickly.

“Fuck,” he says, sounding lost for breath. “Need to stop before I make a fool of m’self in public.” He even physically takes a step back from you, his eyes comically wide.

You giggle. Your gaze travels down his body and you notice the indent of the box in his pocket. “Is that a ring in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

He shakes his head at you. “You’ve gone all giddy. ‘M getting you home right now and then we’re celebrating properly.” He turns around and starts walking towards the car, his long legs carrying him faster than you can keep up.

Your stomach flutters imagining what his idea of celebrating might be. Suddenly, the only thing on your mind is getting back to your house as soon as humanly possible. You run after Harry, skipping around in front of him and jogging backwards as you waggle your fingers in his face. “So, when are you going to pop the question?” you ask.

“Oh, honey,” he says, patting his pocket with the ring. He grins. “It’s going to be when you least expect it, I’ll promise you that.”

. . . . .

thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed—if you did, a reblog or a message is really encouraging and lovely for me to see!! the title is taken from the song by etta james.

this fic is the first part of a series called “here we are in heaven,” and i’m really really excited about it. you can read my earlier fic, at last!, if you want to see where this will end up, but there will be more parts to fill the in-between. plus blurbs and stuff! let’s chat about it!

my masterlist can be found here. have a beautiful day!

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Try something new (Hermione Granger x reader)

Warnings: Smut and swearing

Summary- Hermione misses Y/n after she goes away for the summer and her feelings towards her become stronger but different.

You and Hermione weren’t able to see each other over the summer because you went on holidays to France. The whole time you were there you couldn’t help but wish you were with your girlfriend. You bought Hermione so many French books and little gifts.

On the Hogwarts express you walk through looking for the trio and you finally find them. Hermione gets up and gives you a hug “Y/n!” “I missed you so much.” She lets go of the hug and cups your face with her hands kissing you. Harry looks away blushing “Tell me all about France! I bet it was so beautiful.” You sit beside her and tell her all about it. “I got something for everyone” you give Ron and Harry a small Eiffel Tower.

You show her some photos “Here’s me in front of the Eiffel Tower” she places her hand on your upper thigh without a second thought. It sent jolts through your body, she was just leaning over but it made you tingly. “You look gorgeous” “Uh yeah, thanks” it was hard to concentrate when she always seemed to be touching you.

Small things she would do would turn you on so much sometimes you had to handle it yourself when you got the chance to be alone. It seemed like you both always wanted to be touching each other in some way. Even Harry and Ron noticed “Since you got back Hermione hasn’t been able to have a conversation without your name coming up.” “Oh give me a break, I haven’t seen Y/n all summer” “Summer was ages ago” “You don’t understand, you don’t have a girlfriend.” Hermione kisses your cheek.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class you sit beside Hermione “Find a partner to work on this assignment, this is a big assignment” Snape announces. You quickly turn your head to Hermione putting your hand on her thigh out of habit. “Do you want to work together?” “Umm yeah” she looks down and then back at you “Sorry” you take your hand off her thigh “It’s okay, I kind of want class to be over” she mumbles. “What? That’s not like you. What’s wrong?” “Today hasn’t been good I just want a kiss from my girlfriend.” You look at Snape who’s back is turned you peck Hermione’s lips “I’ll give you a proper kiss after class.”

You take Hermione to a quiet hallway away from people. She pushes you against the wall and kisses you. Your hand travels from her back to underneath her skirt squeezing her bum. She stops kissing you “Merlin Y/n!” “You want me to stop?” “N-no just be careful” “Do you like it when I touch you in that way?” “Y-yes, I want to try something” “Go ahead.” Hermione has always been quite scared of anything more than making out, she doesn’t like making out in her underwear. You’ve always told her it was alright and when she’s ready, so now she wants to try something you welcome it.

She unbuttons your shirt far enough to see your bra “Oh wow” her face goes red and looks away “It’s okay Mione do what you want” she grabs them giving it a squeeze. You move your hand up and down her underwear, before you could do anything the bell rings for the next class. She buttons up your shirt and you take your hand out from under her skirt. “That was scary” she says “Do you regret it?” “Not really but that can’t happen again.” Hermione couldn’t get the feeling of you feeling her up out of her head even though it was over her underwear she was so turned on.

You and Hermione talked to some friends before dinner then you did a bit of studying in the library while Hermione hung out in your dorm. You got some studying done so you left and came back a bit early. You open the door to Hermione naked from the waist down, her legs spread out on her bed and rubbing her clit. “Oh shit, I’m sorry Mione I didn’t know- I didn’t mean to- I mean-” you shut the door and turn around, millions of thoughts running through your head. Should you leave or go in there and help or just forget everything and you saw her almost naked for the first time.

The door swings open and Hermione grabs you by the arm pulling you in. “I thought you were reading or something” You explain sitting down on her bed opposite her “Please don’t tell anyone” “Bubs, you’re my girlfriend. I’m not telling anyone, why would I?” “It’s embarrassing. I don’t do it a lot” “When did you start?” “This year, I’ve been so horny lately, I’ve read lots of books on it.” You laugh “Of course you did” “Do you do it?” “All the time. Mione you’ve been making me horny without realising it.” “I’m sorry” “Don’t be, you aren’t ready” “I want to be ready for you but I don’t want to go all the way, just slow steps” “It’s okay, princess. We can be as slow as you want.”

“I am throbbing really bad, do you mind if I finish?” Hermione asks “Go ahead finish yourself off.” “In front or you?” “I can leave if you want” “No! I mean- I want you to stay” “Okay I’ll stay.” She lifts up her skirt exposing her bare cunt “I knew you’d have a pretty pussy” she blushes. “This feels weird” she says “Do you want me to help? I’ll use my fingers” “Yes please.” You kiss the inside of her thighs she moans. “Holy shit Hermione” she blushes “Sorry” “No please, I want to hear you.”

You use your fingers to rub her clit at a slow pace, Hermione moans. “You’re so desperate, aren’t you princess?” “Please faster, I’m sensitive!” She yells. “Tell me how good it feels first” “Ahh so good” she tries to move your hand to rub her faster. “You want to rub your clit, princess?” “Yes!” You take your fingers off her clit. She rubs herself faster moaning, you kiss her neck and jaw. “Oh shit” she moans “Did you finish?” “Yeah, holy shit that was so good” “That was the hottest thing I’ve experienced.”

You get Hermione some pyjamas to change into, you get into your pyjamas to get rid of the wet feeling between your legs “Wow Y/n, your underwear is soaked” “I told you your moans are hot” “Do you want to go relieve yourself?” “No I’ll just deal with it, they will probably be back soon.” Hermione turns back around to continue getting changed.

Things were different after that, Hermione became much more confident. In the last class of the day Hermione decided she was in the mood to tease you. She slides her hand up your skirt “Hermione what are you doing?” “I’m so bored of Snapes talking.” She moves a finger up and down your slit over your underwear instantly making you wet. She presses a finger on your clit over your underwear “I’m going to moan if you keep going” “No, you have to keep quiet.” You did what she said and put your hand over your mouth.

You take Hermione’s hand and go straight to your shared dorm. You get on her bed and kiss her. She leaves hickeys on your neck and collar bones. You start to grind your hips on hers trying to relieve yourself of the throbbing. You take your lips off hers “I’m sorry Princess I can’t do this I’m so wet” “It’s okay, I can help you if you want” “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

You start to take off your clothes and Hermione watches, neither of you have ever seen each other naked. She watches carefully as you unclip your bra and pull down your underwear. Hermione lets out a small quiet moan you smile “What d’you think?” “You’re perfect” she smiles.

You lay on your bed and she tries to distract herself with a book as you finger yourself. Your moans came louder “Oh fuck, so good Mione” you moan, Hermione shifts on her bed uncomfortably and watches you. Your moans become louder, you screw your eyes shut and imagine Hermione and you can’t stop moaning her name.

Hermione gets up and starts to get undressed, you feel her get on the bed beside you then you feel her small fingers rubbing your clit as you pound your fingers into yourself. You open your eyes and see her sitting in the edge of the bed naked.

“Oh fuck” you moan and grab one of her tits massaging her nipple “You going to cum?” She asks “Y-yeah!” You feel yourself pulse around your fingers as you finish. “Thanks Mione” you kiss her lips “I’m so ready Y/n” “Are you sure?” “One hundred percent sure.”

She climbs on top of you and kisses you, you feel her hot wet cunt on your lower stomach. She kisses down your stomach and kisses your clit, she puts two fingers inside of you slowly. “Mione I just came” “I know I want to see you do it again” “Ah shit, use your tongue on my clit” you moan “How?” “You can flick it or suck it whatever you want, it will feel amazing.” She ficks it with her tongue then licks a stripe up your pussy continuing to finger you. “That tastes really good” Hermione says then starts to suck on your clit. You finish in a matter of minutes of her sucking on your clit.

“It’s your turn, I’ll give you the best orgasm ever” you flip her over and she starts laughing “I’m so nervous that I’m laughing so much.” You smile and kiss her cheek “We can wait until you’re ready, I promise I’ll take care of you.” “Just do it, I’m ready” you kiss her cheek “I want to make sure you’re comfortable” “I’m comfortable just nervous.”

You kiss down her stomach sucking hickeys as you go down you kiss the inside of her thighs, you notice she’s stopped laughing as much and she’s relaxing. “You ready?” You ask her “Yes” you open up her legs wider and lick up her cunt she lets out a loud moan “Does that feel good?” “Please keep going” you smile and go down on her again. She grabs a hold of your hair and pulls on it a bit. “So good Y/n” she moans.

You move your fingers faster inside her until her legs start to shake. She can barely form a sentence but I hear her try to talk “You close?” You ask looking up at her and she nods her head and finishes around your fingers. You let her calm down from her high comforting her with a kiss on the cheek and your arms wrapped around her. “Thank you” she finally says “How do you feel now that we had sex together?” “I wouldn’t want it with anyone else. You’re so good at getting me wet and your body is quite attractive.” Her face goes bright red “Well I’m not surprised at how pretty your body is” you flick her nipple.

We take a shower together then fall asleep cuddled up in bed. The next morning Hermione has vanished from the bed. You get up and get dressed going down to breakfast. It’s a Friday morning she probably got up early to study. You were correct she was studying but not magic.

She hurries into the great hall making sure she’s not late. She kisses your lips and grabs some food “Early morning studying?” Harry asks “Yes! Love, I have so much to tell you” “Tell me then.” “Apparently having sex at least twice a week relieves tension” Ron and Harry look in other directions “Do you need to be talking about this now?” “Yes! Our sex shouldn’t be different to anyone else who talks about it.” Ron blushes “It’s true” “So I read this book about different ways” she starts whispering different positions and how to do them.

“Maybe we should start on some of those tonight?” “Perfect” she smiles.

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