Synopsis: Four years ago, Hawk Moth was sent to jail. Five years ago, LB and CN started dating. However, Chat still hasn't revealed his identity to her and the team. What is he afraid of? Moreover, when the butterfly and peacock miraculouses reappear, LB will have to cooperate with the man she's been dreading meeting for the last four years: Adrien Agreste. (Adrien never went to school, so the others don’t know him as Adrien.)
Chapter 2 - Part 1 is out!
"De-transform," Marinette told Chat Noir, her voice commanding.
She felt Chat tense up behind her. Even if she couldn’t see him at the moment, since he was hugging her from behind, Chat was still hesitant.
"Don't worry, we're alone and I doubt the others will come back any time soon," Marinette argued. “Please… I just want to hear your voice. Your true voice.”
Chat shifted hesitantly and glanced at the door, as if he expected Nino to show up at any moment and give him an excuse not to do it. But he didn't.
"I'll close my eyes, just in case," Marinette insisted, growing more pleading by the moment.
When Chat sighed in resignation, Marinette knew she had won—he couldn't deny her anything when she begged like that…
If you asked Marinette what was the kink she was most embarrassed about, it would be what she had just asked: to listen to Chat's real voice.
The kwamis’ magic had a strange effect on the memory, making everything blurry. Marinette could recognize Chat among a million copycats if she had him in front of her, but once he left the room, she couldn't remember the details of his face no matter how hard she tried.
She knew he was blond, he was as handsome as a model and he had a smile as bright as the sun, but other than that, she wouldn't be able to draw a portrait of him even if they paid her a million Euros.
The same happened with his voice. When Chat spoke, the sounds that came out of him were unmistakable. But when he closed his mouth, Marinette couldn't explain how her boyfriend talked.
Luckily, that didn't apply to his actual voice, when he was out of the suit. That was deep but soft. Firm but melodious, as if it was made to sing. The only problem was that, for years, Chat had only let her hear those sounds in the privacy of her bedroom, that is, when they were making love.
So it was only natural that over time, Marinette would come to associate Chat Noir's real voice with sex.
Marinette knew she had been conditioned like a dog to get horny every time her boyfriend opened his mouth, but she didn't care.
The thing was, the effect that voice had on her was fascinating.
It was the best aphrodisiac.
As a result, as soon as Marinette heard Chat whisper “Claws in” behind her, she felt the heat already pooling in her belly in anticipation and instinctively pressed against him.
It was such an immediate reaction it felt like magic.
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i like to imagine vel does reverse psychology on carmilla and tries to see if she can get carmilla to do her worst on her, lovingly ofc !! like
vel: carmine
carmilla: yes, vel?
vel: choke me.
carmilla: i already said im not gonna do that
vel: kinkyyyyy!! cmon keep denying me
carmilla: ok
vel: WHAT THE FUCK IT DIDNT WORK
(sometimes it works, sometimes it doesnt.)
LMFAOFOASOSAGHASOFG "YOURE SUPPOSED TO SAY YOULL DO IT !!! REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY !!! WHAT THE HELL !!!" and carmilla, whos gone through this song and dance with velvette about ten billion times already, is just like . this will NOT work on me anymore (it still works sometimes)
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Hi, can i request “How many rounds was that? Four? God, we’re about to break our own record.” “I can make you cum harder than that.” “Try me.”“I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.” With Sackler, please
*wheezes*
This prompt prays on my weakness for that kinky, kinky man-child.
Adam Sackler x Reader
NSFW, degrading name-calling, fingering
You had been apart 2 months, the longest you had ever gone without seeing each other.
You had been in bed together since he had burst through the door this morning.
You had lost count of the times he had made you cum.
“How many rounds was that? Four? God we’re about to break our own record!” He grinned at you as you lay naked, utterly spent.
“About to?! My fucking clit feels like it’s about to fall off” you laughed, “you animal!”
He jumped on top of you, growling like a lion, you shrieked as he snapped at your neck.
“You’re a lunatic” you chuckled with absolutely no conviction, instead running your fingers through his hair fondly.
“I’m trying to decide where I’m going to fuck you next” his eyes glinted.
“Well you can rule out anything involving the bathroom because I will break my goddam neck trying to use these jelly legs in there.” You grumped.
“So no objections to me fucking you again then, good.”
You hit him with the pillow.
—
You had just climaxed, again.
“I can make you cum harder than that” he murmured, drawing patterns on your stomach with his fingers.
“Oh god” you breathed, “you’re gonna run out of cum and my clits gonna fall off.”
“Try me” he challenged with that cheeky grin you couldn’t resist.
You decided maybe it was time to switch it up, pray oh his weaknesses.
You you got up, and walked out to the kitchen, he followed you, curiously before opening the fridge and taking out the milk.
“I’ve been a bad girl” you pouted , leaning against the kitchen table as he poured himself a glass.
He knew the tone you were using well, and his head snapped up to look at you.
You twirled your ponytail in your fingers.
“What have you done” he asked in a low voice.
“I touched myself while you were away” you whispered.
“How many times?” He growled.
“Every day.” You looked at the floor as if in shame.
“You know that no one is allowed to touch that pussy, only me.”
“Yes Adam.”
“And what are you supposed to do if you want to touch your pussy?” He asked, standing in front of you.
He grabbed your face with his hand and tilted it up so you were looking at him.
He squeezed your cheeks , “answer me.” His voice was slightly hoarse, pupils blown.
“Ask your permission.” You said softly.
“That’s right, you’ve been a dirty, filthy little slut.”
You suppressed the urge to smile. God he fucking loved this particular role play.
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t think you are” he growled, pushing you onto the table, “spread your legs.”
You did as he said.
“You’re fucking soaking” he hissed, “does being a disobedient little slut make you wet?”
“Yes” you whimpered.
He plunged his fingers into your weeping cunt, two at once. You cried out, moaning loudly as he began to pump in and out at pace.
“I bet all our neighbours can hear you” Adam growled, “I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”
He removed his fingers, lined up and slammed into you. “Ah, fuck! Adam!” You panted as he began to thrust into you.
You had to hold onto the edge of the table so you didn’t fly off the other side.
His hand gripped your thighs, keeping you legs spread wide.
“You love getting fucked like this, don’t you?” He was breathing heavily.
“Yes, I love it!”
“Fucking slut!” He moaned.
“Gonna! Ohfuck, cum!” you wailed.
“Cum all over my cock you fucking whore” he spat.
That was it. You were done.
Your cunt clenched, hard. You moaned loudly as the strongest orgasm of the day washed over you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” Adam chanted as he painted your inner walls with his cum, his eyes rolling back.
You lay there, on the table, dazed, for a good few minutes.
“I’m the definition of a cum bucket.” You finally said as Adam places soft kisses on your stomach.
“My cum bucket” he corrected.
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