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So, a lot of you have been requesting a part two of this story so here it is. It wonât be as long as the last one, just so you know. Iâve been skimming the web for pictures that match the image of Stephan Vladislav in my head and this is what I came up with. Just imagine him with black hair and the same clothes I described him with in âLadies and Gentlemen: Himâ. Enjoy!
It wasnât a challenge figuring out Adrien and Chat Noir were one in the same.
Honestly, the parallels were obvious. The selfishness, the inability to take anything seriously, and not to mention the same whiny and annoying voice.
Stephan didnât really pay the heroes any mind before discovering Bratdrienâs identity. He thought that it was a miracle that Ladybug was at least mature about fights and handling the public. Where as Adrien treated heroing as a means to be a celebrity. Because it wasnât enough that all of Paris viewed him a ray sunshine.
The ravenette liked fame, but he was a model. Not a hero with the weight of an entire city on their shoulders.
He didnât think Adrien would stoop this low.
What is he saying?
He saw it coming a mile away.
The Russian boy leaned closer to the door of Marinetteâs bedroom to get a clearer view of what that mangy alley cat was telling her.
The two were partners on an assigned project from Bustier about the heroes of Paris in honor of Heroâs Day. It was due in two weeks and Marinette suggested they should get started with it and invited him over.
âHey, Princess? I donât think you should associate yourself with that Stephan guy. He sounds like bad news,â Chat said in a voice Stephan was sure he thought sounded concerned. The ravenette did his best to remain calm and in control.
âStephan? He seems so nice. He defends me whenever a certain someone tries to pull their little tricks,â Marinette rose to Stephanâs defense immediately. Said boy felt his heart flutter warmly. Even in the face of a hero, beloved by all of Paris (that wouldnât last long if Stephan could help it!) she was able to stand up for him.
His affection for the Asian girl grew.
âBut he caused Lilaâs akuma a week ago. Not to mention heâs been bullying a kid named Adrien. How can you feel ok with hanging out with someoneâs bully?â Adrien asked in his same trademark disappointed voice. Stephan rolled his eyes. As if there werenât other obvious ways to reveal your identity. Who ever considered the blonde would make a good hero had to be a senile old man or something.
âOh really?â The Russian was momentarily surprised at the disdainful tone the blunetteâs voice took, âIf your so worried about akumas, then why do you never complain when Chloe went around being the primary cause of akumanizations? Yes sheâs gotten better, but that doesnât change the fact that Adrien was friendly with her back when she was a bully. So did he ever think about how we would feel when ever he hung out with her. And donât even get me started on Lila. Adrien wouldnât know a manipulator even if it slapped him in the face. For someone whoâs never been bullied, heâs quick to force everyone to feel sorry for them.â
Stephan could feel the surprise coming from Chat as Marinette unknowingly insulted Adrien to his face. On the other hand, a smirk creeped onto his face. It seems Bratdrien had unknowingly created skeletons in his closet even before the Russian had moved to Paris.
It was perfect.
It would be too suspicious if all the problems with Adrien started up when Stephan enrolled in Francois Dupont. If he brought up unflattering things Adrien did in the past when he wasnât present, it would be a much more believable and clever way of getting rid of him.
The stupid cat continued his âhigher than thouâ speech disguised as a lecture, âI donât know what Stephanâs been telling you but Adrienâs right. Making a bad guy suffer wonât change them into a good guy.â
By this point, Stephan prepared to enter the room until Marinette said something that made him stop.
âThen, why are you and Ladybug fighting Hawkmoth?,â the Russian heard her say accusingly.
âWhat?â Came the alley catâs choked response.
âIf making a bad guy suffer doesnât work to make them a good guy, than why are you still fighting Hawkmoth?â The fashion designer repeated again.
âW-what? Because heâs a terrorist! And if we donât stop him, heâll just continue making everyone miserable!â Stephan could tell that Adrien was beginning to falter.
âThatâs exactly the case with bullies,â Marinette shut him down with certainty.
âBullies arenât Hawkmoth or Mayura. Thatâs different.â
âIs it though? Adrien told me that exposing Lila was a bad idea. And now look what happened; she got me expelled, ruined my and my friends reputations in class, and turned them against us. I should have never listened to a person who has no experience with dealing with bullies,â the Asian girl was clearly getting frustrated with the conversation.
Stephan was proud of his soon to be girlfriend. When he first met her, she was hesitant and only kept her head down when the class accused her of what the Italian girl told them. It seemed the âgirls night outsâ that Chloe and Alya dragged her to were doing wonders for her confidence.
âAdrienâs new to the social life. You have no right to talk about him like heâs the bad guy,â For someone meant to be a hero, he let his emotions and personal problems guide his actions.
âThan he has no business in being disappointed with me whenever I defend myself. And please, itâs been a year and a half since Adrien attended public school. If he still doesnât understand social situations by now, itâs because he doesnât want to learn,â Marinette dismissed Chatâs defense of the blonde.
âHow could you say that?â Adrienâs voice was judgmental.
Marinette sighed, âEven if Adrien is an enabler, I donât want him to get bullied. Iâll try asking Stephan about it. Just leave, Chat.â Stephan swore quietly in Russian. He had taken to verbally tearing Adrien apart in private and even worse when they were around others. Of course, he did it subtly, there was no doubt Marinette might pick up on it if he did it again. Looks like heâll have to find another tactic to make Bratdrien miserable. Not including ruining Chat Noirâs reputation.
And he knew just how to do it.
When the leather clad hero (thankfully) left, Stephan waited for two more minutes before entering Marinetteâs bedroom to avoid her suspicion of eavesdropping.
The Russian was relieved when the Asian girl didnât bring up what Chat had told her. But Adrien was going down.
After the class president stunt, the model thought that the blonde boy would have enough sense not to mess with Stephan Vladislav. He had no idea who taught the blonde model to be this pathetic but it truly was a shame.
Stephan knew it didnât have to be like this. He never wanted it to be like this. He didnât want to have to shove Adrien into the dirt like the miscreant he was, but he was making it too easy.
A part of him was flattered. The Agreste heir saw him as that much of a threat that he had to use his hero persona in a failed attempt to get Marinette to side with his civilian counterpart.
He had a plan. He and Marinette finished a good portion of the projects and parted ways. He made sure to behave like a gentleman, a side he only saved for her to combat Chat Noirâs opinion on him and make the bluenette doubt the leather clad hero.
The two just blended together as the designer genuinely enjoyed Stephanâs company. She felt her heart flutter and cheeks warm whenever he smiled at her. She never experienced any of this with Adrien. He even earned Tikkiâs seal of approval.
Later, the young Vladislav surfed the internet and leveled every media sight he could find. He even ventured into the wasteland that was tabloid blogs for anything he could use to discredit Chat Noir. Through his internet dive, he found one blog; The Trashiness of Chat Noir. The userâs name was âNoir-saltâ. On it was countless videos and clips of the leather clad boy making jokes and goofing off during fights. Following was pictures of the alley cat flirting with a clearly uncomfortable Ladybug. Getting into her space, kissing her hand, and even the kiss from âOblivioâ.
Stephanâs face was nearly folded in two from the grin that played on his lips. The blog itself wasnât popular, but that was about to change today. He quickly copied the link of the blog and opened his Instagram and Twitter accounts. He then created new posts with the link attached to them and published it for the world to see.
He even posted them in the comments in one of Alyaâs most recent post. Opening up the Face-to-Face website with Nadia Chamack, he submitted the blog for daily news under his name. The combination of Chatâs less than stellar behavior paired with the fact that Stephan Vladislav himself submitted would be too hard to ignore.
The fallout was epic.
The news spread like wild fire. Nadia broadcasted it to all of Paris. Television screens analyzed and ripped apart Chat Noir to shreds. The whole scandal resulted in Parisians coming out and explaining how they each suffered Chat Noirâs incompetence. Mr. Rainer in particular told the local news about how the leather clad boy pestered him often about how he felt. Implying heavily if he felt any negative emotions and sulking when he replied that he felt fine.
This sparked city ride outrage. How could a hero want the citizens he swore to protect fall victim to Hawkmoth?
Said villain was having a field day with the negative emotions that swallowed Paris like a tidal wave. Several akumas came out of the blow up, all of them with the same single minded goal; vengeance against Chat Noir who they deemed to be a false hero.
A slight feeling of momentary guilt crept up his spine as he saw how heart broken Alya and Nino looked. They all sat in the Bakery along with two other friends; Luka and Kagami.
Luka strummed soothing melodies on his guitar to calm everyoneâs tense nerves. Kagami appeared agitated as she continued scrolling through the blog which started it all. Nino was calming down a furious Alya who looked ready to burn everything down if someone so much as blinked at her the wrong way. Chloe raved on and on about how she knew all along that the âmangy cat wasnât good enough for Ladybug. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!â
They were all targets in Hawkmothâs firing range.
Stephan wrapped a comforting arm around Marinette who seemed down in the dumps ever since the news aired. He supposed it made sense. The way Chat Noir spoke to the bluenette seemed way to familiar for it to only have happened once. The Russian assumed that Marinette felt betrayed by someone who she considered a friend.
Little did he know how deep the betrayal went. Marinette knew the feline hero had his flaws, but didnât they all? Except, with all the evidence and the publicâs negative opinion, the weight of Chatâs behavior hit her like a freight train.
The Asian girl felt like she had been doused in cold water. She leaned into Stephanâs embrace, the only form of comfort she could find. She considered Chat to be her best friend, one in a million. Sure, the way he professed his love for her on patrol and on the battle field was grating on her nerves. Not to mention him declaring that they were soulmates because of their miraculous.
So it had been an absolute shock to hear just how much people had been suffering from Chatâs inability to take anything seriously. Injuries, destroyed house, and even in the rare instances: death.
She shivered at how awful in must have been to watch civilians die, even if it was just a few. No wonder all of Paris was furious at the leather clad boy.
Her musings were interrupted with a loud crash located from outside and several screams.
As it turns out, a seven year old boy who looked up to Chat Noir felt so betrayed and hurt that he wanted to learn what else the cat was hiding behind his charismatic persona. Thus, he became the akuma âHeads and Tailsâ because there are two sides to every person.
The child revealed all that he could. Projections were scattered all across Paris displaying each of the heroâs misdeeds: Chat Noirâs childish behavior, how he left during fights whenever Ladybug wouldnât cater to his tantrums, and how much said spotted heroine struggled to defeat more of the stronger akumas the moth villain created.
Any slack the citizens wanted to give the leather wearing hero was subsequently destroyed, especially since Heads and Tailsâ had projector like powers and broadcasted the past events for everyone and their mother to see.
But their was one particular clip that made everyone in the bakeryâs hearts stop. They were currently outside after having followed the noise of the first crash the akuma made.
âThatâs Marinetteâs room!â Alya screamed in horror.
The projector portrayed a very familiar scene to Marinette. When her room was destroyed by Baby Augustâs akuma. And Chat just standing there trying to get a kiss from Ladybug. Everyone watching was horrified. They knew it was possible the Chat Noir wasnât aware of some of the injuries or deaths he may have caused but to see one happening in front him and focus on flirting with Ladybug who was clearly trying to do her job?
Luka and Nino were in complete shock, Alya and Chloe looked at the projection in enraged disbelief, Kagami as well as Marinetteâs parents looked ready to throw down, and Marinette looked like a deer in headlights.
Stephan was furious. He would make sure that Adrien would never see the light of day ever again.
He swore it.
The aftermath of the akuma had left people grumbling about the mangy alley cat. Celebrities made their disapproval known, especially Jagged Stone who had blasted the feline hero in his last concert and how dare he put his honorary niece in danger.
Coincidentally, the Leather clad boy was no where to be seen. But Stephan knew that Adrienâs reputation as Chat was beyond repair and was most likely waiting for the storm to pass like the cowardly waste of space he was.
The Russian boy enjoyed everyone moment when someone for their class would make a jeer about the leather wearing hero and watching the blonde model wilt in on himself whenever someone else added in their two cents.
Lila made a whole spectacle about the ordeal. âPoor Ladybugâ and âI told her Chat Noir was bad news and that I would have made a better partner!â
Little did she know her grip on the class was slowly wavering courtesy of Stephan.
He had decided to take a round about approach to dismantling the liar rather than outright laying the evidence down. Knowing her, sheâd probably say it was fabricated. Knowing the class, theyâd be gullible enough to believe it.
He started with Alya. Whenever Lila mentioned her many âcelebrity connectionsâ and how she could âtotally introduce you to them. They see me as family,â Stephan would pull some strings to get his friends to meet some.
The ravenette casually brought up that it would be a good idea for Alya to start another blog for her reporting. Itâs always a good idea to have multiple for when she applied to colleges.
âYeah, I have been thinking about it for a while. But what would I report? Iâm so used to akuma fights, everything else just seems so stale compared to that,â Alya admitted.
âWhy not a few celebrities and debunking articles? I can get you in contact with some,â Stephan offered as ran his hands through his curly black hair.
âNo way. Thatâll make me feel like Iâm using you. Besides Marinette already helped the Ladyblog by getting me my first interview with Ladybug. I want to try this on my own,â Alya explained while scrolling through the new blog she was creating.
âWord on the street is countless news stations are fighting tooth and nail to get you to intern with them. Iâm sure they can supply you with what you need. And since they are doing so because of your talent, it would be less of you using me and more of me giving you a little nudge,â he finished with a smirk.
And thatâs exactly what he did. He teamed up with Marinette to convince Alya to start up another blog and except a summer internship at a local news station.
Since Clara Nightingale adored Marinette and her friends, she easily agreed to an interview when Stephan reached out to her. The interview was a hit and âA Scoop of Parisâ, Alyaâs new blog for Paris related news, took off.
With Nino, it was the same thing. Adam Rachad, a well known Parisian director and music producer, had seen Ninoâs popular website, Turtle Pictures and wanted to extend a favor and collaborate with him. Stephan contacted him with Nino present and organized phone call with Nino present. When the glasses wearing boy sealed the deal, he gave the model the biggest hug.
Chloe was more complicated. While the blonde female was still into business, it wasnât a secret to Stephan that she wanted her motherâs attention. So, the Russian boy met and spoke to the Style Queen at her next fashion show displaying her new summer coming line. It was still April, but it might has well have been summer due to the warm weather.
At first, the Fashion Queen was skeptical about letting her daughter model like the young Vladislav had suggested, he heavily implied that Chloe had the summer looks, not to mention the fact that she bore a similar resembling to Audrey herself could make the world go wild.
Chloeâs first photoshoot happened a week after. The camera just loved her. When #QueenChloeBourgeois and #ModelQueenBourgeois began trending on Twitter, Audrey congratulated Chloe (using her real name) and called her exceptional for the second time, the addressed blonde shed a few tears.
She bought a large graphic camera setup as her way of say thanks without thanking him along with a note that said: âNow I know for sure that youâre good enough Dupain-Cheng. Go get her Vlad.â
Stephanâs cheeks reddened at the implication but he had to admit that it felt good to have the best friend stamp of approval.
It wasnât even a few days before Lila started her bragging again. This time about exotic restaurants around Paris and the celebrities she ate with.
In retaliation, Stephan took his friends out to eat at a luxury restaurant across town. He assured them that he would be paying when their concern about expenses were brought up. And they best part? It was his own money. Because of his talent with a camera, he received many internships every time they moved before coming to France, so he amassed a lot of wealth on his own. He may be rich but he also enjoyed being independent. Which was more than he could say for Adrien.
The food was exquisite. Alya and Chloe made sure to take as many photos of the place. Alya for her blog, and Chloe to shove it in Lila and her sheepsâ faces.
They didnât get to meet a celebrity but seeing Marinette so happy and starstruck was worth. After all, he planned to take her here more often when they hopefully began dating, but he still had yet to ask her.
At first, he had only done this to slowly expose Lila for the fraud that she was, but as he continued, he realized that he enjoyed making the others happy. Before coming to France, Stephan was selfish, manipulative, confident, and cared only about himself and his goals. The only exceptions were his parents.
He was still selfish and manipulative, but he was willing to used those traits to fight for people he cared about. Not that he would ever say it out loud.
Anything Lila had claimed she could do or had done Stephan had done ten times over. So much so that even the sycophantic cult began to notice. The Italian was so busy sharing her stories that she hadnât noticed the way several faces would twist into slight annoyance and discomfort.
And thatâs exactly how they felt. They all saw the pictures of Stephan and the others. How could they not when they were blowing up on social media? Seeing their careers take off while they waited for Lila to introduce them to celebrities she had been bragging about for over a year. It made them bitter and resent her.
What was the point of telling them about her âamazing lifeâ if she couldnât even prove it? They all stewed while they listened to Ms. Mendeleievâs lecture about the human ears and hearing until Rose raised her hand.
âCan you get tinnitus from being to close to an airplane engine?â The question sounded innocent enough.
The purple haired teacher turned to the pixie blonde before raising an eyebrow and answering her inquiry, âNo. Tinnitus is a ringing in the ear. If you were to be exposed to an air plane engine youâd go deaf.â
It was like a fog had been lifted.
After class, Ms. Bustierâs students researched everything Lila told them. Every grand trip, tales of celebrities, every award. Part of them didnât want to do this. They didnât want to believe that their golden ticket was lying to them. But with all the talk and no action, it aroused their suspicion.
They found nothing. Nothing at all.
It didnât take long for them to come running back to the others they had isolated from the class, but they didnât react the way theyâd hoped. Marinette and Nino accepted their apologies but made it clear that they werenât going to be friends again. Alya and Chloe didnât bother to hide their resentment and held a grudge against the class. Stephan never cared much about them and never made an emotional connection, so he was unbothered.
But it was obvious that the group had left them behind. They all were reaching new heights while the students of Bustierâs class were left to pick up the pieces of their dreams. Not before ripping into the liar in front of the entire school the next day.
Adrien tried to meekly defend Lila. She was just looking for some friends. The blonde saw no need to isolate the Italian the way they did. She would end up miserable and alone.
Stephan snorted before asking slyly why Adrien would defend someone who had been actively harming and manipulating his âfriendsâ. As expected, the clueless sheep immediately got on Adrienâs case. Said model only backed down when several classmates began questioning their friendship.
Pfft. The young Vladislav opened up the class group chat on his spare phone. He had found Alixâs phone lying around and used it to invite his anonymous account into the chat group. He quickly sent an audio recording and waited for the fireworks.
Notification bells dinged throughout the classroom asynchronously. Each student reached into their pockets, desks, and backpacks for their phones and confusion crept onto their faces as they saw the recording anonymous user had sent.
âDoes anyone know who this is?â Mylene asked the gathered students.
âNot sure. I donât think anyone in this class is anonymous,â Alix answered.
âThere is a 67% chance that this is a hacker. The other 33% are unknown,â Max was as statistical as always as he pushed up his glasses.
âWell, letâs see what it is! It canât hurt right?â Sabrina piped up as she pressed play.
Total silence filled the room as Adrienâs voice was heard. The room had dropped several degrees when they heard the blonde admitting to knowing Lila was a liar. Not to mention gaslighting Marinette into staying quiet.
It was the recording from when Stephan had first threatened the blonde model. He cut out the threats of course.
When the recording finished, dirty looks, glares, and eyes of betrayel landed on the Agreste heir who had paled dramatically.
There was a beat of silence before everyone began screaming in unison. How could Adrien just stand their and watch as Lila lied to them? Said blonde tried to defend himself but it became increasingly clear that the class wasnât having it. Alix declared her friendship with Adrien over, the others following suit.
Stephan and the others in the back just watched as the chaos unravel like a ball of yarn. Ms. Bustier finally arrived and silenced the classroom to begin the dayâs lesson.
Throughout the lecture, students occasionally threw glares in Adreinâs direction. He did his level best not to make eye contact with anyone.
No one saw the rougish smile that Stephan wore. He had warned the blonde to stay out of his way. Had he listened, the Russian wouldnât have had to make him miserable. Thatâll teach him.
Meanwhile, Adrien was going through the hell Stephan created for him.
First, Lila was exposed as a liar. He felt sorry for her. Then some anonymous account revealed that he knew of the Italians lies. Everyone was angry at him for remaining silent. What would they know? He just didnât want her to get akumatized. He just knew it was Stephan who had done it. It was only the two of them in the hallway and Stephanâs threats were cut out, only incriminating Adrien.
His father was still furious for letting Nicolas Vladislav claim Marinette as his intern. If only Stephan had stayed out of the way. Now Gabriel was barely even talking to him.
He couldnât even enjoy being Chat Noir anymore to cheer himself up. After the fallout that destroyed his reputation, he received backlash from every prominent website. He couldnât even go out on patrol without someone glaring at him and spitting hateful comments. And yet again, it was all Stephanâs fault. He never once considered himself to be at fault. After all, it was Ladybug who refused him.
And when he had tried to visit Marinette as Chat to try and remove the cotton from her eyes, she insulted him as Adrien and as Chat Noir at the same time! It was so frustrating!
The blonde was having trouble coping. He was so used to being loved and adored by the general public that he thought it impossible for anyone to hate him. Now that both of his personalities were under fire, there was no where he could hide behind or escape to.
It was a miracle he was still managing to keep his grades steady. The blonde wanted support, but Plagg was also giving him the cold shoulder as he did his best to fend off the ravenetteâs attacks.
In his loneliness, he threw himself into modeling. The one thing that Stephan Vladislav couldnât take from him. Until he did.
After the plethora of photo shoots Adrien had done and the many Stephan had accomplished, people began theorizing that the two models had some sort of rivalry.
The werenât wrong.
Gabriel was pleased with his sonâs change of attitude and the prospect of potentially rivaling Nicolas Vladislavâs fashion company.
Sunshine vs Eclipse was all the fashion world could talk about. There were billboards of each model. Each one trying to one up the last.
Laurice Vladislav loved it. She loved the idea so much that she created a new magazine cover for the rivalry. A phot shoot Adrien was supposed to have already booked.
Stephan looked over his reflection in the mirror after the stylists left. He smiled, satisfied with what he saw. The smile quickly turned into something darker when he saw a familiar face on the reflective surface.
Spinning his chair around, the Russian model fixed an amused expression at the blonde model, âDo want to take a picture? Weâre about to start the photo shoot in two minutes. Youâll be able to keep one of me if you want. Itâll last longer.â
Adrien didnât laugh.
âAre you happy now? Youâve turned everyone against me and ruining my life!â he bit out, the frustration boiling too wildly for him to tame.
âSo? I gave you a choice. I told you to stay away from Marinette. You didnât. I told you to stay out of my way and keep your head down. You also didnât. I wasnât about to let some scion get in the way of my goals and Marinetteâs affection,â Stephan raised his eyebrows in a way that showed how little he cared for the blondeâs misfortune.
Adrien glared at him with the same amount of venom the Russian would expect from a peasant. He rolled his eyes at the weak intimidation attempt.
âYouâve turned Marinette into a bad person. She doesnât want to be friends with anyone in the class anymore. I bet you donât even care her or the others. Knowing you, youâre probably just using them for your own ends,â the blonde spat. He didnât bother mentioning that the ravenette had also ruined being Chat Noir for him, single handedly ripping away his freedom from him.
The look Stephan gave him was awful. That was probably the worst thing Adrien couldâve said in that moment.
Stephan marched forward and grabbed Adrien by his collar, âYou shut your mouth. I care about Marinette more than you ever did. I went out of my way to help the others. I spent time with her. Listened to her. Comforted her when akumas came after her after a bad day. I never pushed her. I respect her boundaries. I donât invalidate her feelings like you do. And I certainly donât expect her to play nice with her bully. Even if she doesnât except my feelings, Iâd be more than happy to recieve her friendship,â Yes he would be absolutely crushed as Marinette was the first and only person he fell so hard for. He went out his way to sabotage and threaten someone just to be with her. But he wasnât planning to confess to her yet.
Slowly but surely, Stephan had begun to include Marinette into the limelight more and more. First were small gestures like holding hands and standing in close proximity. But not too close as he didnât want the bluenette to feel uncomfortable. Then it drifted into hugs and more love like gestures. Some of the backgrounds used were the Seine River, the Effie Tower, and various locations used for dates and love confessions. Every passing photo portrayed them as a young couple in love to the entirety of Paris, just what the ravenette had been aiming for. People were already betting on when the two of them would start dating. Stepheinette was what everyone was calling a power couple. Everything was perfect and no piece of cowardly blonde garbage was going to ruin it.
Especially since Kagami, Chloe, and Alya pulled him aside and gave him the shovel talk. Break Marinetteâs heart, and theyâd break him the same way.
He wasnât really worried. He hadnât planned on breaking the blunetteâs heart to begin with.
The three girls were very aware of what Stephan was doing and supported it, so long as he wasnât trying to push himself onto Marinette. Of course , he would never do that. He valued her comfort before his own goals and made sure never to cross any of those lines with her.
Adrien wasnât backing down, âYou claim that you donât expect her play nice with her bully but your just like Lila!â
The young Vladislav laughed in the blondeâs face.
Adrien sputtered at his reaction, âWhatâs so funny!?â He demanded.
Stephan calmed down enough to answer Adrien, âYou say Iâm just like Lila? Please, the two of us are nothing alike. Sheâs lazy, has no talent, and has a number of delusions. Not counting the one where she thinks her sausage hair is stylish,â He gestured to the space around them, âI achieved everything Iâve done with my own hands. I brought my rivals down with an iron fist. She swears sheâs the master manipulator and liar, but she is so far beneath my level that the idea of someone comparing us is laughable.â The Russian spoke in a smug, vindicated voice.
âYouâre both liars and donât care about who you hurt to achieve your goals!â The blonde model protested.
âBut I thought she was just lonely and in need of friends,â Stephan threw the words that Adrien used to excuse Lilaâs actions back in his face.
The blonde in question stammered as he indeed contradicted himself. Now he sounded like a hypocrite. Never mind that he already was one.
The Russian gave a sly grin as he continued to decimate the male in front of him, âI amassed my own money from hard work. Iâm intelligent as well as talented. I destroyed the reputation of one of Parisâ most beloved heroes. I decimated countless wealthy people and their reputations in ruins. I made an image for myself. Not just as my fatherâs son unlike someone. I took over Francois Dupont. Lila and I are nothing alike. Tell me, do you think Lila could achieve all of this?â
There was only silence as his answer.
âI thought so,â he shoved past Adrien as the camera man announced three more minutes before starting.
The blonde could only watch as Stephan left, wordlessly. It dawned on him that he was right.
What could he do against someone like that? He was like a super villain without a costume. He was smart, talented, independent, and self sufficient. While Adrien was still stuck in his fatherâs shadow.
Life wasnât fair.
Meanwhile, Stephan smirked as he stood in front of the camera.
He was a King and if you displeased to the King, you get banished. Just ask Adrien or Lila.
Kings get whatever they want, especially if it was a Queen.
(Else where across Paris, Marinette sneezed)
And whenever the Russian saw something he wanted, he would always get it.
He was Stephan Vladislav wasnât he?
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OK so this salt fic is very dark⌠There will be severe bullying and threats and demands of suicide, there will be blood too but please understand that this fic will be explained at the end⌠Also I got the idea from watching some memeâs to the song pusher.
Lila Rossi never thought she would go down like this⌠All because of her attempt to kill Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
It was all going well, she had made the class hate her⌠Except for Chloe and Sabrina, they followed her to the back and glared at them when they spoke bad about Marinette but she didnât care! The girl was getting what she promised, then she took Adrien from her, once Alya gave up on helping Mari dating Adrien as she didnât want to âStop bullying Lila for being jealous of her connectionsâ Alya turned to help Lila date him⌠And his father was forcing him to date Lila.
She didnât get a reaction, Marinette just shrugged and walked away⌠That pissed her off, so to get back at her, each time Mari was alone, Lila would attack, a punch here, a kick there, a bucket of water poured on her here, trash dumped on her there she even tore her clothes once! And each time she got away with it because the class claimed she was being clumsy! Even better Adrien looked upset with Mari for causing a scene!!!
Now that was fun⌠But she wanted the girl gone, Marinette was still smiling, each time she harmed Mari, Chloe would tell the principal she called the police to investigate because âMari couldnât have been clumsy like that! These bruises were done to her!!â she then ordered her father to get cameras set up because it didnât make sense for the girl to be soaked with water or covered in trash⌠Once Lila had grabbed trash from her place since the day she would do it had been trash day and Chloe figured it out.
So Lila couldnât do much more now, but the class did and they were getting punished⌠Even accused of being the ones who attacked Mari when it was Lila, they denied it but there actions matched the ones Lila did⌠So they were suspended or given detention, Lila felt a little bad for them but it kept her safe though⌠But Marinette was still here and Lila Rossi didnât like that one bit as she sighed while in her room.
She would need to get her hands dirty once again.
It wasnât the first time she caused a death, in Italy she moved to 5 different schools before moving to Paris because she had caused three classmates to end there lives⌠While she had to kill two and were believed as suicides, and she didnât mind that because it was easy, just claimed she being bullied by the student, her classmates claimed the same and then claim you think they ended there lives to say sorry⌠Simple right?
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"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" ⢠alpha!Bakugou x omega!female!reader
Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, all characters are aged up (18+), bakugou is a meanie (sniffles I love him), bakugou calls himself daddy, bakugou is kinda a perv, dacraphylia, degrading, knotting, mutual bickering, mating press, office setting, oral (f!receiving), porn with a little bit of plot, pet names (pretty thing, sweetheart, baby, love, pet, honey, little one, etc), pwp (reader is bakugou's assistant), reader is a tsundere, reader doesn't talk much (I'm bad at writing it), size difference (bakugou is humongous), squirting, smut, teasing
W/C: 3,488 (oml)
A/N: This is my first EVER fic. I'm so proud 𼺠It is for @kxkyuu-main and her ask here
You found an ad on Indeed a week after you moved to Tokyo. It was an assistant position at the pro hero agency for Dynamight. You had previously worked in a smaller agency in Yokohama.
You got the interview literal hours after applying for the position. You were ecstatic, already picking out your outfit for the infamous Dynamight.
All went according to plan the next week, and finally on Friday you had the interview.
Walking into the building you felt so small, miniscule even. Clutching your bag closer to your body as you walked to the front desk.
"Uh.. hi. I have an interview with Dynamight, for the assistant position?" Your voice was meek at the beginning, but steadily got more confident.
The woman at the desk directed you to take the elevator to the 12th floor, where his office was. Saying he was ready for you.
Pressing the button to the elevator and walking in was the easiest task of that day. The day had been easy up to the moment you met him, Bakugou Katsuki. The biggest Alpha you had ever laid eyes on. Yeah you had seen pictures of him, but none of them prepared you for the day you met him.
That was a year and a half ago. You have settled comfortably into your new position and new home. The pay is good and the people you work with are nice. Excluding one.
Your boss Bakugou Katsuki was mean. Downright unbearable some days. But so were you. You could bite back with the same amount of anger and hatred that he used when you two bickered. You once called him out on the consistency of the disagreements you two had, called them "fights". He was quick to correct you.
"Tch, if we were fighting, you would know" He said with his usual snarky tone.
The man who you regularly had to be in close proximity to never seemed to be drawn to your scent. It was unorthodox for sure, but you never really thought much about it.
You knew your scent well. Freshly picked apples and a slight hint of mint. The alpha male that you were assistant to smelled richly of campfire smoke and the sweetness of iced tea.
It was an addicting smell, yes, but you never once thought he could be your mate. Not with all the fighting- sorry bickering you two did.
After half a year of working with Bakugou the fighting became more tense, like there was something in the air. Hell, you felt like you could cut it with a knife.
Then, he asked you the question all unmated omegas dread.
"So where's your mark, huh?" He was sat at his desk, smirk plastered onto his face as he looked towards you. And for the first time, that smirk lit a fire inside you, and you panicked.
You fumbled with your response as his gaze bore into you, unable to form a complete thought with him looking at you like that. But you were able to respond after a few minutes.
"Well, I don't see you mated either. What's the deal with that? A prominent Alpha like you unable to find his mate?" You were happy with your response.
But he wasn't. "It is bad enough I have to be surrounded by your scent all day, now I have to deal with you being a little bitch too?"
And that was the last straw, you got up and grabbed a stack of papers from your desk and headed to the copier room.
Finally away from his suddenly mind hazing scent you were able to breath deeply and clear your mind, yet the fire that he had lit inside you had yet to go out.
You opened the copier and placed one of the papers inside it. Then you heard the door open behind you and the scent you had just been able to get away from was engulfing you whole.
His voice rumbled in your chest. "Such a pretty thing, too bad you have such a bad mouth." He hissed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He had never been this close to you before, you were unable to think as the smell of smoke and tea was filling your nostrils.
You felt him bury his nose in your hair, unable to pull himself away from you. "So fucking sweet." He mumbles to himself.
Suddenly you felt his chest press against your back, it sucked the air right out of your lungs, now they were filled with the smokey air of the room. You tried to turn around but his hands quickly moved to your hips.
Tiny. You felt like the smallest thing on earth as his beefy hands grabbed your hips. He kept you in place as he spoke again.
"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" His voice was low, too low. It was awakening something inside you that you had never felt before.
You didn't want it to stop though. So you bit your lip and kept quiet, only mumbling out your bosses name as he squeezes your doughy hips.
"D-Dynamight" You manage to squeak out. The foreign feeling of his hands on your body making your brain even more hazy than his scent.
The warmth of his breath hits your neck, "Call me Katsuki, little one" Your body shudders again, a forbidden sound escapes your lips at his next movement.
His warm tongue glides from your earlobe down to your neck, right where your mating mark would be. His tongue stays there for a minute, circling around the spot as if he is mapping it out within his brain.
You feel like putty within his grasp, one of his hands moves so it's on your stomach, and he squeezes, making your body jolt.
He chuckles lowly, teeth now grazing against the spot, the fire in your stomach being fueled by each of his movements, no matter how small of a shift.
Your head started spinning as he turned you around, warm lips on yours without warning. Hands roaming your sides as he looked for the perfect spot to hold you close to him.
You could hear him, his growling, his absolute need for you. Then, his fingers were in your hair, pulling your head back and causing your mouth to open. Your eyes close as you feel the slight pain of him pulling your hair.
Then he spits in your mouth, his gruff voice following suit. "Swallow." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.
You have no clue why you did it, but you swallowed. And you felt yourself get wetter as he then lightly pats your cheek.
"what a good little pet" The words send heat to your cheeks, and he notices. "You like that, huh? Being called my pet?"
And you nod. You fucking nod and your heart swells. Your boss has you feeling things you have never felt before. These feelings are so new, so unknown. But you love it. You want more.
"Katsuki..." You say his name again. And you hear him groan under his breath.
"God. You have no clue what you do to me." It's the first time he has ever said something like that to you. And it makes you feel weak, but it makes you feel powerful too.
You look up at him, his huge figure towering over you. You let out a soft mumble of something, then he picks you up, laying you on the table in the copier room.
You finally get the perfect view of him, laying on your back and seeing the giant alpha who has been in your life every single day. You watch as he gets on his knees, pulling your hips to the end of the table.
"W-What are you doing?" You mumble out, he pushes your skirt up to your waist and then moves your thighs apart, his head finding purchase near your core.
And without warning he shoves his nose into your cunt, sniffing your wetness without a care in the world. Like he is the only one in the room. "So fuckin' sweet"
You think he's done with his pervy sniffing, but then he licks your panties, a long stripe of his saliva causing your panties to become even wetter than they had been from your arousal.
Your body rumbles as he speaks into your cunt, "Fuck you smell so good, hun" Your body reacts to his words, thighs squeezing shut in embarrassment.
"Come on, don't be like that" His hands pry your thighs apart, tongue meeting the sheer fabric that is barring him from tasting you fully.
"Y/N.." His husky voice melts any sort of resolve you had left, toes curling as you feel him peel off your panties.
He takes a sharp breath, hissing as he sees your bare pussy. Unable to resist as he presses his tongue against your clit, moving in perfect motions as his hands grab and paw at your thighs.
You moan softly, but he still hears it. And it makes him go even more feral. His mouth now sucking your clit as one of hands moves from your thigh. Pressing a digit against your entrance and pushing in.
The size of just one of your fingers has you wondering just how big his cock is, which in turn makes your head spin even more.
His finger searches for your spongy center, and once he finds it he doesn't go easy on you. Pushing another finger into you and bullying the sensitive spot over and over.
You quickly become a writhing mess on the table, a hand reaching for his dirty blond hair and grabbing a handful. Your body has no idea what it's feeling except for the fact that you are addicted to it.
A pressure starts building inside you, and you try and tell Bakugou, but he isn't listening. He's to focused on how good you taste. His whole world crumbling around him as he finally gets to taste what he has been dreaming of for years.
And you taste like heaven, absolutely divine. You taste like warm apple crisp with vanilla ice cream. And he cannot get enough of it.
You know for a fact the orgasm that is growing inside you isn't like any you have had before, it's stronger, much stronger. You can feel the tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as the pressure continues to build.
Then, it snaps. Without warning you squirt all over your bosses lower face, and he hums, being able to taste your squirt is like God's gift to him. He licks up all of the clear liquid as crystal clear tears drop to your cheeks.
After he has cleaned in between your thighs, he stands from his kneeling position, arms caging you in as he leans over you.
"Awe was that too much for you sweet thing?" His tone is mocking, but a soft sign of caring deep underneath. You shake your head and he clicks his tongue. Leaning towards you more and wiping some of your tears off your cheek with a smirk.
Your core is still on fire, you feel insatiable.
"Katsuki..?" Your voice is soft as you say his name, "Are you going to fuck me?"
He smiles and nods, "If that's okay with you, little one" And you nod back, a soft whimper coming from you when he confirms.
"Yes please.." Not even a second after you say yes his buckle is coming undone, and your heart is racing.
He moves his hands to your thighs, pushing them up to your chest with ease, holding them in place with one arm as he takes his cock in the other hand. Pressing his tip against your hole.
You take a sharp breath in as he pushes his tip into your walls, your eyes squeezing shut at the burning sensation of him stretching your cunt out.
"D'worry baby, daddy'll tak good care of you" His voice is like silk in your ear, so smooth and comforting. The pain almost goes away completely before he pushes more of his length into you.
He dryly laughs as he feels you get wetter from his words, "Such a fuckin' slut. Who woulda known?" He slaps your thigh, pushing into you as you squeak from the slap, already half of his huge girth inside you.
You feel like if he pushes any more of his length into you that you will most definitely split in half. But that doesn't stop him, his hand that was grasping his shaft is now circling your clit, making your walls tighten around him.
"Come on, I know you can take it" His voice is snarky, venomous even. But you nod, saying yes without speaking.
And you do, you take it all. Without any complaints because this is what you have been wanting for 2 years now, but you didn't even know it.
You pull his face to yours, lips against his with passion as he pushes the rest of his length into you, a sigh of relief comes from him as you try and adjust to his huge size.
But then he moves without warning. And you moan so loudly, loud enough to the point that you are 100% sure that everyone in the office heard it.
As if he read your mind, he speaks "Don't worry, honey. I sent everyone home for the day. No one can hear you, be as loud as you need to be."
And him just saying that opens a floodgate. As he continues to move his cock in and out of your wet cunt, you moan louder and louder.
His tip bullies it's way into your womb, the feeling mixed with your growing orgasm sends you spiraling, babbling his name over and over like a mantra. He is the only thing on your mind as he fuck you.
Then you finally feel it, the heat washing over you as you cum on his cock. Which makes him pick up his pace even more, picking you up from the table and slamming you against the wall, his teeth are hazardously close to your mating mark spot.
But at this point in time you don't care, and nor does he. His teeth sink into your skin and electricity goes through your body in waves.
He growls as he continues to bite your neck, so close to making you his forever "Fuckin' mine, ain't that right sweetheart?" the way your walls clench around him is the only answer he needs.
You feel his cock twitch inside you, his breathing becoming heavy with each thrust. His nails digging into your pillowy skin as he gets closer to his release.
"Fuck Y/N.. I'm gonna cum" He groans loudly, and his beautiful groans make you go crazy, pulling him closer to you. Not wanting to lose his body heat as you feel yourself growing close to your second orgasm.
"Please.. Please Katsu.. Cum inside me" You practically beg for him to fill you up, and he does. He doesn't waste a fucking second. You feel his searing hot cum inside your womb, and he keeps fucking into you with vigor.
Not stopping even after you have creamed on his cock for the second time, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the pleasure washes over your body.
He then pulls you from the wall and holds you up with one arm as he pulls the door open, walking you to his office and placing you on the leather couch.
You're on your hands and knees for him. Completely vulnerable to his whims. But you don't care. You want him to do everything and anything to you.
He grabs your ass with both of his hands, pushing the tip of his length against your entrance again and pushing into you with a purr of your name.
His cock immediately hits that perfect spot inside you, and he's making you see stars. And then he starts moving again, and you feel like you might faint. But by some ounce of luck you stay awake.
You feel every single vein of his gliding across your gummy walls. The sounds of your lust fills the room. You hear his hips snapping against your ass with every single thrust. And it just makes you wetter and wetter.
But he doesn't stop, not until he can feel you on the verge of your third orgasm. Then he slows down, his huge hand splayed out on your upper back to keep you pressed against the leather of the couch.
"You feel so good around my cock, baby, like you were fuckin' made for me" And that's when it happens. Your scents mix to create a smokey apple pie scent that fills the room.
You know he smells it too. And his whole demeanor changes, his movements become more languid, more sensual. Like he is thinking about each movement. With each stroke of his cock against your sensitive walls you grow closer to your release.
He whispers for you, a sound you have never heard before. "Cum f'me Y/N..." His voice is almost sweet, like the scent that fills the room.
And your body complies, you cream on his cock for the 3rd time that night. You aren't sure how much more you can take, but Bakugou has so many more plans for you.
He fills you up again without warning, and it makes you see white spots. It makes you feel loved as he fills you with his hot seed. It's so romantic to the new you that he has brought out.
"Gonna breed this pretty pussy of yours, make you all mine" He growls again and it makes the fire inside you burn even hotter.
And katsuki never says anything he doesn't mean. So he pulls you from your knees and pulls his cock out if you, making you feel so empty all of a sudden. Like a part of you is missing.
"Ride me, princess" His voice is stern as he sits on the leather couch, letting his pants drop to the floor along with his boxers. His meaty thighs exposed as well as his cock fully erect for you.
And you waste no time to straddle him, even though it hurts your hips to have your thighs around his big meaty ones, you endure the pain as you lower yourself onto his huge tip.
Bracing yourself for the searing pain as you lower yourself, nails digging into Katsuki's shoulders as you take more of him.
"'ts too much... I can't." And he shakes his head. Placing his hands on your hips as he pushes you down on his length further, inch my inch you take his whole cock. Not without your whines and begs for him to go slower, in which he clicked his tongue and continued anyways.
And then you took back control. Slightly bouncing up and down on the alphas huge cock, tears coming to your eyes as you feel his cock inside your womb again, even deeper than you had felt him before.
His face was buried in your neck, inhaling your scent as you were riding him. He couldn't resist you. Not for any longer. He couldn't stop himself when he found the spot to make you his.
You jolted as he licked the spot, but you didn't stop him. You wanted this, you needed this. More than anything in your whole entire life. This moment will make or break you.
Then it happened. He sunk his teeth into your neck, making you his. And all the stars aligned. You felt him cum inside you as He bit you, his knot growing quickly afterwards. Your body felt like it was floating, everything felt perfect.
Everything felt like it was meant to be. And you wouldn't change it for the world. He pulls his teeth out of your neck and pulls his head back, looking you in the eyes for the first time in what felt like forever.
His cherry red eyes meeting yours made you feel complete. His hand met your cheek, softly rubbing his thumb against your skin as his knot sat inside you.
"I've wanted to do that for so long, Y/N" His voice was sincere. And so were his eyes. You knew this was right.
The three words you had never said to anyone but your parents came from your lips so easily, "I love you, Katsuki" And your lips met his. Your heart swelled from the kiss.
He pulled away and repeated those three words back to you, "I love you too, Y/N, So much."
You're his. And he is yours. And you couldn't be happier.
The man that had once been a thorn in your side is now the one you are going to spend the rest of your life with.
Well in the movie she's actually a good teacher, so this is way better than what happened in america. I always feel bad at what happened to her because her fellow teacher is unreliable...đśď¸đđ đ˝đ
The return of Amy Squirrel
âWhen the superintendent personally asks you to work at one of the worst schoolsâŚyou say yes.â
Not only is Amy a more suspicious teacher than Ms Bustier, but she will be taking over Ms Bustierâs class while the latter is on maternity leave.
Now Amy may treat everyone like they are in kindergarten, but she has a history. She was forcibly transferred after her rival framed her for being on drugs. Said rival Elizabeth was now a guidance counselor but it galled Amy to be sent to Paris, aka the emotionally troubled city, to teach the akuma class, under false charges. In hindsight, she really should have returned Elizabethâs desk after stealing it to check for drugs.
The unfairness and humiliation made Amy reflect on the situation and she vowed to be smarter, more prepared to see through such tricks.
Naturally, when it comes to Chloeâs bullying, Amy puts Chloe in a time out. When Chloe calls her father angrily, but Amy scolds her for talking to her father as if he is her servant. And Chloe is making her family look bad. Audrey happens to be near Andre when Amy says this and hearing this, agrees Claudine should be disciplined and gives Amy free reign. Until she is respectable, she isnât a Bourgeois. Chloe is akumatized except Amy has a solution for this. While the butterfly is happily accepted by Chloe, Amy punches her, knocking her unconscious while Alya posts on her blog about the akuma so Ladybug has an excuse to come purify the butterfly.
Chloe: You punched me!
Amy: Your mother authorised me to use any means to make sure you donât keep embarrassing her. Frankly, you losing again to Ladybug would be humiliating since it just enforces to your mother that you are a loser.
Chloe is stunned to see she has lost influential power. Aka she can be sent to detention and her parents wonât help her.
Now, Marinette is holding a car wash for a future field trip. Seeing Marinetteâs clumsy and efficient record (she was practically doing half of Calineâs work for the pregnant lady), Amy did not mind. She minded however when Lila, who did not show up at the car wash at all, said she felt bad about not being able to help and volunteered to help with the money arrangements.
Marinette and Caline: Absolutely not
The class was stunned. Marinette was not expecting someone to be on her side.
Caline: I know your reputation for being charitable Lila, unfortunately it is that reputation that leads me to mistrust you with this. Mylene told me how you had donated the money she organised to your fundraiser for the poor instead of her preferred save the earth charity. While the cause is still noble, the donators wanted the money to go to the earth. I cannot risk you donating our fundraiser trip money to another one of your noble causes. If you are that worried about their causes, you can ask your class to help with another fundraiser, except Marinette and Alya, they need to help me plan the field trip.
Lila gritted her teeth. This immature teacher was a hindrance!
Amy had done her research on Lila too. A disturbing number of ailments and disorders, long leaves of absences with parent approval, and she was not unaware how the class catered to Lila by helping her copy notes, buy her lunch, carry her backpack, etc. All in all, Amy would not want to look before she leapt and think Lila a liar but she finds her suspicious. When she confides to Damocles, he mentions Lilaâs lying disorder.
Amy: THATâS BONKERS! And if she is telling the truth, how can you know when she lies, we need a proper authority figure to guide us on how to help accommodate Lilaâs needs. We cannot trust the poor girl whose ability to distinguish fact from fiction is so hampered.
Damocles: I have tried reaching out to her mother, but sheâs so busy, Iâm afraid emails are allowed. Rest assured they are detailed.
Having dealt with Elizabeth, Amy was not discounting the possibility that the email was a fake.
Amy: May I see Mrs Rossiâs occupation? What job is more important than being here for her daughter.
Principal passed her a paper. âSheâs the ambassador of Italy.â
Amy: And what does it mean for Italy if she cannot even be there for her child?
Principal had no idea how to respond to that.
Amy personally went to the embassy to talk to Mrs Rossi and boy was there some clarifications to be made.
If Amy was immature, Diplomat Rossi was oblivious/ignorant. The diplomat readily agreed to come with Amy and see the principal.
The next morning, Lila was called to the principalâs office where she was roundly scolded for lying and framing Marinette.
Damocles: Lila Rossi, you are hereby expelled.
Lila promptly runs away, to become Cerise. She has 2 more mothers to financially rely on.
Mrs Rossi speaks to the class and tells them the truth about Lila. She apologises to Marinette. She also asks that if Lila should contact them, to call her.
Only, Lila isnât answering any of their calls.
Marinette is so thrilled with Amy handling her bullies. She is so much more efficient than Ms Bustier!
Her efforts were enough to get her promoted from substitute to main teacher.
I now before this genius!!!!! đđđđđĄ
Two prompts in one; letâs do this. I tweaked the ideas a bit though.
It was Bustier who broke the news to Marinette and Chloe, and she did it once again the most inappropriate fashion, â-And so the class feels it would be best if both of you were excluded from the class trip at the end of the year.â She finished. The class was just about to let out and she told the two girls in front of them all.
There were mean snickers and smug looks from the other students. The ones who just avoid the girlsâ gazes; Adrien, Juleka, and Rose. The three had decided to stay out of it and just side with the majority. Marinette and Chloe had become best friends after Lila had gotten her hooks into class the year before. She turned all of Marinetteâs dearest friends to ex-friends and turned them into bullies. That was fine with Marinette. She was done with two-faced people; done with turn-coats, and cowards. Marinette didnât need them. Or want them. Chloe at least had the guts to stand on her own two feet and for what she believed in. It was a new year and a new Marinette.
Neither blond nor bluenette blinked.
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I'm so hooked for this guy, he is like the sensitive man we women want to comfort and love! He deserves full happiness!!! And he is so handsome and hot!:'((TT)=_=O_o(*_*)
We gotta get Leon to his vacation!! An actual, real relaxing vacation. I feel like heâs the type to splurge on a nice hotel and fancy accommodations, get a good treat for himself- and you!
The destination doesnât matter because with you around, most of his time is gonna be spent between your thighs anyways (unless thereâs a nice secluded beach for⌠adventures. ;) )
i had like a prophetic revelation regarding this so here i am
this got a little long, lol
NSFT below. 18+ ONLY.
cw: exhibitionism, cunnilingus, p in v sex, creampie, breeding kink if u squint
Leon loves taking you places with the nicest fucking accommodations. Leon wants room service, he wants fancy fucking restaurants on site with a dress code, he wants a big stupid honeymoon suite with a hot tub bath and a big beautiful ocean view--literally just because he can.
And Leon gets loose on vacation. Relaxed beyond belief. He keeps himself controlled with his drinks, mind you, he wants to make sure to remember everything. He's the guy that makes sure you two get selfies at every given opportunity.
But what I can't stop thinking of is Leon being the little shithead that he is, and he tries to rile you up at every opportunity. You're lounging by the pool? Leon is oh so helpful and ready with sunscreen! And he's rubbing it across your back, pushing his thumbs into your muscles, dipping just a little too low toward the waistband of your swimsuit bottoms.
Conversely, he slathers it over the backs of your thighs and gets a little too close to the dip between them, knuckles maybe even brushing against you in a way that is incredibly inappropriate.
"Leon. Public pool."
"What? I'm just helping."
Or maybe you take that beach access and get into the water. Leon hugs you from behind, tucks his head to your chin, and he rocks with you and the movement of the waves. Meanwhile, his fingers have, decidedly, moved under you suit now and are trying to test your limits. He hears you huff, sees you open your mouth.
"Already looked. Nobody's around."
He's right. You sweep your gaze and the closest guests are far enough away to be pinpricks. His fingers pass over your clit a few times before you hear voices cresting the dunes behind you.
Leon tries to take you to that fancy restaurant on site. You both get so dressed up, so beautiful, and when you get there, Leon screwed up the reservation and made it for tomorrow night.
"We'll get room service," he says, shrugging.
So you do. You sit together in the room, watching the sun touch the waves, and you order the nicest things on the menu. It's not the lobster you would have had at the restaurant, but it's still good. Leon makes sure to order a nice bottle of wine, even though its not his taste, and you share it.
Leon can barely focus on his dinner, because now it's your turn to be a shithead. You take long breaks between bites to drag your hand up the inside of his thigh, finding the tent in his slacks. You press at him, just barely providing friction, before returning to your meal.
"Honey."
"Hm?"
Leon grins. He shakes his head, hair framing his handsome face, and you almost abandon your meal completely. After another round of your teasing, Leon does.
His silverware clatters. He picks you up from your chair and thuds you down onto the bed.
"You're a tease."
"I learned from the best," you shoot back.
Leon bites down on his lip. "That you did."
And then he's covering you. Tearing off that nice outfit, popping a seam or two, and he doesn't stop until he has you mounted on his face. His nose buried to your pelvis, his mouth lapping hungrily at your cunt, and your hands braced on the headboard of the bed.
Leon keeps his palms fixed on your thighs and pulls you tight to him. No hovering. He hates it. And he sucks your clit, flicks his tongue in long, noisy strokes until you come all over his face.
And while you're still shaking, he presses you onto your belly. Ruts into your still-fluttering pussy with groan. Drops his head to the back of your neck and breathes, "Fuck, you're gonna kill me one day."
"Don't sound so excited about it."
"I am excited about it." Leon laughs into your skin as he fucks into your tight, soaked cunt. "What better way to go?"
And you laugh, but it's cut off but your moan as Leon hefts your hips up, tilts you so your face is pressed firmly into the mattress with your ass in the air as your walls coax him deeper, flexing, milking. He's all whines, growls, and he feels like heaven inside of you. "Leon--ah, fuck, please." You arch your back, moaning. "Come inside me. Need it."
"Shit--yeah." His voice is eager. "That what you want? Full of me, dripping on the sheets?"
"Won't let it drip," you mutter, a smirk forming on your face. "Keeping it all."
"Goddammit--" It's unexpected, enough to snatch his soul from his body as he comes; his hips stutter, and there's a high-pitched moan of shock as he pumps deeper, cock bowing as he drains himself into your warm pussy. You can feel the way it coats you, hot and thick, and you claw lightly at the sheets.
Leon pulls out, and he stands on wobbly legs. He runs his hand over his forehead and sighs. "God, you are unbelievable." He catches a glimpse of his food, and he reaches over and grabs some, still staring at your form while he takes a bite. You roll over onto your back. You cross your legs. Keeping it all. Leon has to look up at the ceiling to keep his dick from getting hard immediately.
"You're welcome," you retort. You stick out your hand, and Leon passes you something to munch on. There's a knock on the door.
"Room service!"
"In a minute!" Leon scrambles to make himself decent, and he kisses your head. "That's dessert."
"I thought I was dessert."
"You can be," Leon promises. "Night's still young."
I don't like the song but I love this story!!! (ŕš-ďš-ŕš)
I decided to do a quick follow up fic to the Queen of Mean AU. Iâm leaning towards a ship. Can you guess what it is by the end?
Marinette smiled amicably at passing staff as her makeup was done. The sun was bright and shinning. The park with its slopping hills and the beautiful green grass was picturesque. Half of it was cut off from the public. The shoot would last a majority of the morning and a bit into the after.
The head makeup artist cooed over her bluebell eyes and raved about her beautiful âexoticâ features; which nearly made Marinette sneer. Oh the things she put up with.
      But she had to. Time for childish naivety was over. She needed her name out there. She an âinâ.
      And while she never wanted to be model, never desired the spotlight, never wanted more than to be a fashion designer and for clothes to leave the world in awe, never wanted more than to be nice and good and to live her dreams just as she dreamed them⌠Marinette understoodâŚ
      The world wasnât kind. It was a tilted stage. Everyone played their own little games to get ahead. So Marinette was forced to play a role she never wanted.
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req:Â I didnât know if you were doing them haha! But demon bakugo is on your list!! Also demon dabi works too! Either! But imagine summoning one of them because youâre a virgin and youâre curious but they take a liking to you, haunt your dreams, and try to impregnate you and shit! Oh and if you were religious maybe mocking you for being dumb and taking demon dick while praying to god- i just really like corruption and breeding đ taglist: @smol-floatyy @wholesomey-artist @moonlightinsanity @dabis-azure-songstress @jubilee40Â characters are 20+. word count:Â 5118 contents:Â slight corruption (I tried), slight somnophilia, breeding, chubby!virgin reader, some religious aspects, demon Bakugo, slight dubcon, rough sex, size differece, slight dumbifacation
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you stared at the circle on the floor, frown deepening as nothing happened. the candles remained lit and they didnât flicker oddly or go out. the summoning crystals in the middle of the circle didnât move or glow aside from the candle light they reflected. youâd been waiting several minutes and nothing had happened yet, so you put down the old, dusty book and got on the floor, blowing out the candles and began cleaning up the dried leaves and crystals. you had little hope that this would actually work, but your disappointment still sat evident in your chest.Â
it was a dumb idea, you thought to yourself, heaving a sigh as you put everything aside. just a dumb little idea that you let your curious mind think up, now there was a dark satanic symbol on your floor that you would have to scrub up later, but you couldnât be bothered by that now. all you wanted was a nice, hot shower.Â
as you let the water wash away the disappointment and whatever dirt youâd gotten on you from being on the floor, there was a strange creek outside the door. you looked at the bathroom door, half expecting something to happen, but when nothing did, you chalked it up to just being the house settling. you lived in a small, older home all alone. the place made weird noises all the time, so you just assumed you spooked yourself into thinking something was on its way to get you. there was nothing there, you told yourself.Â
once you were dried off, you dressed yourself in a soft white nightgown and made sure to fasten your necklace around your neck. its tiny cross laid on your chest just above the swell of your breasts and you looked at yourself in the mirror, brushing through your hair before turning off the lamp and finding your way to the bed.Â
that night you had a strange dream. a blonde man with devilish horns came to you in your dreams, a wicked smile etched into his face. he told you how pretty you were, how sweet. he cupped your face in his hands, his claws tickling your skin. his touch burned but you lent into it. he smiled at you and you felt warm. âyouâll make a fineâŚâ you couldnât hear the rest of what he said as a loud crack of thunder woke you.Â
you sat up in bed, lightning striking and illuminating your room. nothing seemed out of place, but your body was sweaty and hot. you kicked off the blanket and laid back, staring up at the ceiling. sleep came fast and you were once again thrown into dreamland, where the demon man waited for you.Â
as you slept, the room began to change. the candles still arranged on the floor lit up again. their flames flickered, but no wind came through the room. the book you had found in the attic lay open on your desk and its pages began to turn, slowly at first and then rapidly. they stopped as the cross hung over your desk turned upside down. the room became darker as the storm outside raged on, the circle on the floor glowing. you remained asleep as the portal opened and something crawled out of it.Â
the following morning, you awoke to your room bright and sunny. you felt uncomfortably horny and hurried off to the restroom to clean up for the day, all without realizing what had changed. the candles were out just like you had left them, the dusty book and summoning items it told you to gather were still on your desk. everything was in its place, so when you came out of the bathroom, you picked it all up once and for all and put it away.Â
you ate breakfast and got a little bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush and brought them to your room, getting down on the floor to clean up the circle. you wore a little pair of shorts and a tank top to clean in, your little cross dangling from your neck. you had decided that if you were going to go this far for the bedroom floor, you might as well spend the day cleaning. so that was what you did, distracting your mind from the strange dream you had of the demon man. you didnât even feel the burning gaze of eyes watching you all day.Â
you wiped sweat from your forehead as the day came to a close. you started dinner baking in the oven and hopped into the bathroom to take a quick shower. you could hear the rustling of branches outside as the wind picked up, and you thought to yourself that the weather had been so strange lately. come to think of it, you hadnât remembered there being any reports of storms over the last few days, but you knew better than to let little weather predictions get the better of you.Â
dinner was delicious and you wrapped up whatever was left and put it in the fridge, your little white nightgown flowing behind you as you moved through the house to turn off the lights. you brushed your teeth, then your hair, then scurried off to bed. in your dreams, you saw him again.Â
it was the same man as before. burning red eyes taking in your plump figure, his wild blonde hair messy all over his head, and his horns that glinted as if winking at you. his voice was so deep, rough and enticing. his touch felt so real as his hands mapped out your curves. he would lift you off your feet and lay you down, speaking so sweetly into your ear.Â
in your room, he stood at the end of your bed, his vermillion eyes staring down at you. he tugged the covers off of your body, exposing your form to him. you curled up as the cold night air nipped at you. your gown rode up some at the movement and he could see your cotton white panties. he already knew you didnât wear a bra to bed because he had seen you get dressed.Â
he began to crawl onto the bed, the heat radiating off of his body warming you up like a blanket. his tail flicked behind him, his wings closing against his back. he could show you whatever he wanted in his dream, knowing just his horns and claws were enough to scare you, so he hadnât shown you his other appendages there. he didnât know what you did for work, he didnât care. he didnât know where your family or friends were, but it didnât matter to him. he knew everything he needed to know, that you were a virgin that lived alone and that your body was perfect for his objective use for it.Â
he began to touch your breast through your gown, a smirk dancing onto his lips. he watched you squirm, lips turning down into a frown as you whined. your legs pressed together, but he pushed his other hand between their soft thickness and started rubbing your folds from over your panties.Â
âwake up, sweetheart,â he would mumble into your ear. your head turned as your back slightly arched. âwake up!âÂ
your eyes broke open and you looked up, seeing his wicked gaze staring down at you. his hands didnât stop. they forced your legs open and pulled on your tit. âyouâre so wet for me and Iâve barely touched you.âÂ
his voice is rough, but sounds like velvet and pure sin. you tried to move, but you were frozen in fear. he tched, dipping his head down to your neck and licking a stripe up to your ear. he laughed at you, watching you trying to struggle against him, but your body could only wither under his touch. he pulled his hands down, catching your nightgown with his claws on occasion, before he grabbed it and began to tear it open. it split up the middle and revealed your body to him.Â
âso beautiful, so perfect. every curve, these thick thighs, your plump little body is already ready,â he spoke. he took in the sight of you, your wet little panties and nipples hardening with the cool air. a little glint would make him glare at your chest.Â
his fingers would wrap around the cool metal of your necklace and he would lean down close to your face. fearful little tears would occupy your eyes, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. from your lips, he hears you mumble small prayers to be protected from this demon. âyou little fool. thereâs no god that can âsave youâ nor will anyone else visit your room tonight. youâre mine, little virgin.âÂ
he tore the necklace from around your neck and burned it in his hand, making the impossible happen as ashes fell onto your sheets. you stared up at him, lips still whispering. he pushed his finger to your lips and shushed you before pushing two fingers into your mouth. âbe happy Iâm feeling generous tonight, little human. now suck.âÂ
you felt hot, pushed into a corner, and terrified. you felt like you only had one option, so you began sucking on the demonâs fingers, not too sure what you were doing. your inexperienced little mind and body were so confused, flushed, and quaking. regardless, you were wet between your legs and your heart was beating with more than just fear. you hated yourself for it, but you liked it. you liked sucking on his long fingers and his claws as they pet your tongue; you liked his rough and mean attitude as he told you what to you; you liked how big and scary he was⌠after all, he had been what you were looking for.Â
his other hand pulled and tore off your panties, throwing the tattered material to the side and quickly forgetting about it. he pushed your legs further apart, making you stretch and open up to him in ways you never had before. he slapped your thigh and squeezed it, making you moan on his fingers as your tongue started to lick them and swirl around them.Â
âit comes naturally to you, doesnât it? I knew it would,â he mumbled as he looked down at your pretty virgin pussy. he knew what awaited him and he could hardly wait. he wore only a pair of baggy pants, his cock already straining against the crotch. it was leaking and throbbing, ready to be buried and to take what was rightfully his. he was ready to sin with you. âthe nameâs Katsuki Bakugo. remember it, sweetheart. oh who am I kidding, youâll never forget it.âÂ
he pulled his fingers from your lips and listened to the way you panted, then squealed as he pushed his saliva covered fingers against your clit. he rubbed vigorously and roughly, watching your hips lift up and wiggle. it gave him a slight view of that fine ass he spent all day watching as you bent over and cleaned your little house. heâd almost mounted you so many times throughout the day but knew it was better to wait for witching hour. that was when the best fun started.Â
he was too big for your bed, for if he were to lay in it, his legs would hang off the end. if he laid in it and spread out his arms, they would hang off the edges. he was just so tall and very well built. his chest was big, his shoulders were broad. his skin was beautiful, not a mark or blemish in sight. his wings couldnât be contained by the room if he were to expand them and his tail was sly and quick, touching your leg and giving you goosebumps.Â
he pulled his pants off and revealed to you his cock, rock hard and weeping heavily. you had never seen a cock before, but you were sure that it wasnât supposed to look like his did. not for a human at least. he had a large cock with ridges and ribs up its shaft and a bulbous head that was red and angry looking. a large drop of pre cum fell from the tip and landed on your plush belly and it burned, then slowly cooled. he was ready for you and began to line himself up to your entrance.Â
âwait,â you croaked out, finally finding it in yourself to speak louder than a whisper. he looked at you, a dangerous glint coming to his eyes. âI-Iâve never done this before."Â
he smirked. "oh, sweetheart, I already know.â with one thrust, he was inside you, to the hilt and stretching your poor, tight pussy to its limit. you cried, new tears springing up and falling down your round cheeks. your hands shot up to take purchase on something and you caught his horns, holding onto them tightly and inadvertently pulling his head down toward you. he found his face buried in your chest and your pillows warmed him, so he happily took a bite and made you cry out again.Â
you hadnât even recovered from the new feeling of being utterly filled when he began to thrust into you roughly and wildly. all you could do was hold onto his horns as he pushed you up on the bed and fucked your cunt. he grabbed a hold of your hips and held onto them tightly, his claws biting into your skin. you couldnât tell if they broke the skin, too many new sensations happening all at once, but you thought that perhaps they did, but you couldnât tell if your hips were bleeding, and you didnât care.Â
you moaned into the nighttime, no real words making their way out of your mouth but the under tone of pain becoming pleasure was music to the demonâs ears. it made Bakugo go faster, his hips surging forward quickly into you while somehow still maintaining pulling almost completely out of your sopping cunt and pushing all the way in again, just to repeat.Â
he grunted and growled in your ear, turning your brain to mush as the only thing you could really process was the feeling of your tight walls clenching around the ribs of his cock as they slid in and rubbed all the good spots. you were crying in no time and he gleefully, teasingly, licked away your tears. he hummed at their taste. âyouâre enjoying this, huh?âÂ
you couldnât even deny it, due in part to not being able to really form words again, but also because it was undeniable. you were really enjoying the pleasure he gave you. his thick, ribbed cock with all the little ridges that went from his base to his tip just hit all the right places. you had no idea what his cockhead was ramming into, but you loved it.Â
he leaned back and put his hands on the underside of your thighs before pushing them up. he pushed them til your thighs pressed against your belly and they couldnât go any farther, but he surely did try. you wailed at the stretch, feeling the burn as he made our knees nearly meet your shoulders, something you hadnât thought was really possible. you almost hadnât noticed the way his hips slowed, until they picked up their speed again and he was hitting deeper inside your wet cavern. his name started to fall off your tongue and your head lolled from side to side, trying to keep your wits about you.Â
âyou fold right into the perfect little mating press,â he muttered, looking down at you. your hands had fallen from their perch, his horns a little cold without your touch which made him pout. it was wiped away quickly though as your cunt squeezed him. âfuuuck, you really like this. you love it even. love having your sweet pussy fucked by demon cock. gonna fuck you hard and breed you harder.âÂ
his grunting of those words caught your attention and you lifted your head a little. you could feel was the way he slammed himself into your pussy and the way your breasts bounced. your gut began to twist up, walls getting tighter. something was coming but you had no idea what. you couldnât ask because you really only had one question on your mind. âbreed?âÂ
your soft, confused little voice made him laugh and he grinning down at you. âyes, sweetheart. breed. Iâm gonna stuff this little cunt with all my rich seed and get you pregnant with my spawn.â talking about it only made him all the more excited and he started to hit harder into you, his hips colliding with yours almost painfully. his cockhead had been hitting something deep inside you, and he could only grin about it. âyour little womb is gonna be mine! your plump little ass is gonna be all mine! your tits and their milk, all for my little hellspawn and me!âÂ
that twistiness in your gut snapped and you creamed on his cock, his words mixed with his rough treatment pushing you over that edge. you threw your head back and screamed with euphoric joy. your walls milked him and tried to ensure that he would stay buried deep in your unprotected cunt. you babbled his name off, begging, but he couldnât quite tell what exactly you were begging for. regardless, he continued to pound your sweet honeypot.Â
when you came down from your high, he positioned his hands on your hips, holding onto those sweet love-handles as his own hips began to stutter. he looked down at where he joined you, eyes burning hot with fires of desire. he thrust and thrust and thrust until it all came crashing down, and he pulled you toward him. your hips and ass were flush against his body as his cock throbbed and jumped, unloading his scalding seed into your cunt, right against your still quivering cervix.Â
you felt the warmth fill you, mouth dropping open as little tears sprang up once more. you reached up with a shaking hand to wipe them away, moaning hoarsely and with heavy breaths. you looked down and watched, though you couldnât see anything happen from where you laid. you could feel his hot breath on your breast, his forehead coming down on your shoulder, and you listened to him breathe.Â
he stayed inside you and looked up, meeting your eyes. his pretty red eyes werenât tired at all. they were excited and happy and wicked. he eased your legs down around him but he hooked them onto his hips, so you wrapped your legs around him and hugged him closer. you both groaned at the grinding it caused, but he smirked at you.Â
his face came to your neck and he began to nip at the skin there. âyou gonna be my pretty little baby mama?âÂ
you hummed and nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. you smiled at him when he pulled away just a mere few inches to look at you. he could tell just by looking into your tired eyes that you were going to be his forever, undoubtedly. and he loved it.Â
he pet your hair down, keeping it out of your face but not caring if he messed it up. you were already a sweaty, sticky mess that would need another shower by morning. but he didnât care. all he cared for was you and the absolute sin youâd committed with him. there was a long list of things your religion, former religion, had frowned upon but he was sure getting impregnated by a demon wasnât on that list purely because no one had thought of it. yet here you were.Â
you werenât even able to think about your beliefs, your faith, your family or the church. all you could think about was Bakugo, and the way he smelled and the way he felt and the way he sounded. his low, deep grunts replayed again in your head, making you giggle and your cunt tighten up.Â
he looked down at you, grinning. âoh, I feel you trying to milk me again. what are you thinking about, sweetheart?âÂ
you giggled again. âyou.âÂ
âyeah?â he licked your breast and started grinding against you, cock getting hard again. âwhat about me?âÂ
âeverything about you, but mostly the way you make me feel,â you tell him, biting your lip and closing your eyes. you moaned as he made short, shallow thrusts into you. you gasped, âplease, I want more.âÂ
his lips spread into a wide grin and he leaned down, his lips teasing yours with a ghost of a kiss. âask and you shall receive, sweetheart. tell me, just what do you want more of.âÂ
âEverything,â you answered and tried to pull him closer. âI need more of it all, more of your love.âÂ
Bakugo chuckled, as if something about that was amusing. in a moment, he had you on top of him, cunt still stuffed full of his cock, and he was rested against the headboard of your bed frame. he licked his lips, looking at your tits as they sat in his face. he took one into his hand and brought the other to his mouth. âcanât wait to see my little hell brat sucking off of these.â he then latched onto your nipple and began sucking on it roughly. his hands kneaded the pillowy flesh.Â
it enticed you to start moving, grinding down on him and bracing your hands on his shoulders. you moaned, that burning desire starting in your belly all over again. it was like hells fire was burning all over your body, pushing you to move against him and moan out his name so sinfully. you felt the smile creeping onto his lips as he continued to suck on your breast, causing you to moan deeply.Â
his words came back to you, his promise to breed you and make a little âspawn.â you clung to him, your tit falling from his mouth as he tilted his head back, allowing you the space to lean against him. chest to chest, you began bouncing on his cock, going after that release that was steadily beginning to build up, but also looking for something else. you stared at him, lips so close to his but your breaths only mingled. his hands moved down to your hips and gripped them, helping your uneven pace smooth out.Â
he could see it in your eyes, that desire to have more. âwhat is it, sweetheart? something you wanna tell me?âÂ
you moaned, trying to lean in further to reach his lips, but he wouldnât finish it and smirked at you. âbreed,â you said, softly demanding and begging at the same time. âbreed me.âÂ
âoh?â he asked, biting his lip. you caught sight of his fangs and you nodded to him before he got his next question out. âyou want your tight cunt bred? your womb filled with my hell spawn?âÂ
you continued to nod with your bouncing, letting yourself drop down on him a little harder. he hit so deep within you, battering against your innermost wall. the tight ring of your cervix got pounded, his cock knocking to get in and deposit another heavy load.Â
âplease, kiss-â you were cut off by your own moan as he pulled your hips closer to his, grinding you against him. you could only let out a pathetic whisper. âkiss me.âÂ
he surged forward, tightly holding your love handles in a bruising grip, and he kissed you while rocking you onto your back. he stayed inside you, buried deep, and he managed to slam himself into you deeper. you moaned against his lips and he drank it up, laying you on the mattress and holding you to him. he brought one arm up to wrap across your back and press your body to his.Â
you felt every sensation. your sensitive nipples against his hard chest rubbed against his skin so deliciously, your cunt gripped him so tightly, your quivering legs wrapped around him to keep him inside you so snuggly, and his tongue pressed hotly on yours. you let him take control and teach you, your tongues mingling together, loud moans exchanged between the two of you.Â
he had loved your ass dropping down on him, but he needed to seed your cunt again, desperately so, after you asked for a kiss. a kiss was like a seal, joining you two together. it formed a strong bond that would never be broken, nothing, not even your silly god could break it. as soon as you asked for that kiss, he took his chance to make the bond with you and make you his. and now he would sow his seed, which would be another bond between you two but now it would be even stronger.Â
his hips began jackhammering into you, pounding away at your tight, lovely cunt. he hardly left its warmth, keeping his tip close to your inner opening. you fell off the edge to your high fairly quickly after that, body convulsing and shaking under him. your head fell back and you screamed with the euphoric pleasure, holding onto him so tightly. your mixed spit connected you to him for a moment longer before it broke and fell on your collarbone, cooling after just a second. your body was on fire with the earth shattering orgasm he caused you.Â
âsay it again,â he demanded, grunting as he plunged into you. âsay you want my hell baby.âÂ
âI want it,â you pant out, trying to repeat what you heard him say, but you couldnât focus. his thrusts prolonged your orgasm, made you feel electrified and heated. your legs had little jolts with pleasure. âI want your baby.âÂ
âyeah you do,â he said with a wicked grin. his eyes rolled up with overwhelming pleasure and he stopped, his hips pressed into your pelvis so hard it hurt. he throbbed almost violently within you, spurting rope after scalding rope of his cum into you. you felt it filling you, burning you up inside and making you squirm. âfuck.âÂ
it didnât stop for a few short minutes. he held you the entire time, muttering curse words and words of pleasure directly into your ear. when it finally ended and his cock softened, he dropped your hips to the bed gently, slipping out of you. your legs fell from around him and sat open, shaking as you tried to find the strength to move them more. once he popped out of you, there was a gush of fluids from your cunt, it leaked over your folds and down onto the bed sheets, making you shutter.Â
he grunted, scooping up what he could and pushing it back in. âI filled you up, be grateful and try to hold it all in.â you closed your legs and squeezed them, causing them to spasm some, and you looked up at him.Â
he leaned down and pushed your hair back, kissing your forehead. âyou did so good, sweetheart. it should takeâŚâÂ
âand weâll have a baby?â you asked, voice hoarse and soft and tired.Â
he nodded. âWeâll know in a few days.âÂ
you looked at him confused. âno-â
âdemons develop a little faster in the womb than humans.âÂ
you stared at him, processed that information, then nodded.Â
he sat over you, on his haunches, his cock soft on his lap. he was disheveled but not out of breath. he didnât even look tired. he was just relaxed, satisfied. his eyes roamed over you body and upon noticing this, you tried to cover up.Â
âoh no, none of that,â he said, moving your hands away and taking the covers from you. he smirked down at your naked, plump body. âyouâre too perfect to cover all of this up.âÂ
you were too tired to argue, eyes threatening to close just looking at him. you fought to stay awake, but lost the battle when your eyes finally fell closed and you entered a dream state, where you didnât meet your demon lover.Â
when you awoke in the morning, you were tucked into bed, naked but cleaned up. you sat up, but felt an awful cramp in your lower abdomen. you sat there, holding your gut as you remembered the night before and wondered if that was all real or if you had managed to dream it all up. you got up, muscled through the pain you felt, and found some clothes to wear for the day.Â
you walked to the kitchen, your legs sore and feeling as though they were on fire, especially your thighs, but you tried to ignore that pain too. however, you quickly found out that you couldnât ignore anything as you came face to face with a figure in your kitchen.Â
your shirtless demon lover had made you breakfast and was setting the table as you walked in. he grinned at you and came over, whisking you into the kitchen and sitting you down. you felt an odd throbbing between your legs and you squeezed your thighs together, letting out a strangled moan. everything he made smelled so good, it made you so hungry. but your mind swirled with so many questions.Â
âso last night,â you mumbled, looking up to him, âthat all really happened.âÂ
he nodded and pulled up a chair right next to you, staring into your eyes with desire, lust, and something else. âyes, it did.âÂ
âand you stayed.âÂ
âWeâre bonded for all eternity now. of course I stayed.âÂ
âand you bred me?âÂ
he leaned closer and kissed you. it was a hungry kiss that had you moaning. when he pulled away, he gave you a smile. âdamn, I sure hope so. if not, Iâll just try again, and again, and again, until it sticks.âÂ
you found yourself smiling at him, your confusion lifting. you began to happily eat. âIâm pretty confident it took.âÂ
he put a hand on your plush belly and nipped at your neck, which made you giggle. âMe too.âÂ
you pushed him away from your neck playfully. âlet me eat at least,â you said with a smile. you felt so strongly for him, so close to him. you couldnât explain it very well, but you were pretty sure it was love. âthen we can have more of that sinful fun.âÂ
âoh? sinful, huh? have I converted you?âÂ
âI think so, mister,â you tell him, giving him a quick wink before turning back to breakfast. he licked his lips as he watched you, very pleased with the woman he had found and surely was in love with.Â
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NOTE: hiii! wolf x bunny fic as promised :) gonna be so real idek if i really like this or hate it LMAOOO my brain is so fuzzy from uni coursework and i have an exam tomorrow but the writing vibe hit so here we are!! as always, hope you enjoy <3
tags/content warnings: DUB-CON, wolf!leon, bunny!reader, predator/prey, chasing, brief blood mention, praise, biting, sliiight dacryphilia, scent kink, breeding kink, knotting, p in v, creampie, oral(f!recieving), fingering, like one threat and mention of eating reader lmao
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The weather had been awful the past couple of days, forcing you to retreat to your burrow. Your food sources are running low, making you resort to scavenge as soon as the storm clears slightly. It's a bit later than you'd usually venture out, but you really needed to find something to tide you over.
The rain is still falling, but not as heavily as it has been. It still has you shivering softly as you explore the forest, gathering what you could. The weather wasn't great for foraging - your sense of smell was dampened by the rain, and the darkness made it hard to see. At least you'd have some food for another few days. Hopefully the weather would clear up by the time you needed more food.
You're just about to head back when you hear a branch break behind you. Your head snaps back, your floppy ears perking up instantly as you listen for any more noises. You catch sight of movement, and then you catch a whiff of an unmistakable scent.
A wolf.
Your basket falls from your hands as your heart starts racing in fear, eyes trained on the grouping of trees as a low growling noise sounds. As soon as the wolf moves towards you, you dart off as fast as your legs will take you, weaving through trees and bushes to try and escape him.
You can hear him hot on your tail, which only makes you want to run faster. Your lungs burn from exertion, tears stinging your eyes as fear runs through you. You just need to lose him and reach your burrow, if you just turned in a few feet, you could use your smaller side to weave through the low branches and get away.
You're too late.
You sob as soon as you feel arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you off the ground and tugging you against a firm, muscular body. You begin to struggle instantly, clawing at his arms and kicking your feet out.
âShh, shh.â A deep voice whispers, rumbling the chest behind you. âIt's alright, little one.â
You feel a nose brushing against the skin at the side of your neck as the wolf inhales deeply. You tremble in his grasp, but you stop struggling when you realise it's not getting you anywhere.
âPlease. I just want to go home.â You say quietly, your voice shaking as you speak, tears streaming down your face steadily.
âYou can. I won't hurt you.â He promises, his wet tongue sliding out of his mouth to lick your neck a few times. You can't tell if he's trying to comfort you, or taste you.
âI was going to eat you.â He continues, grip tightening on you as if he sensed that would make you panic all over again. âBut you smell too fucking good. And you're so damn cute. Sweetest bunny I've ever seen.â
He has you pressed so tight against your body that you can feel him hardening against your ass, his nose still buried in the crook of your neck. His lips curl back and he lets his teeth brush your neck threateningly.
âI promise I'll be good to you.â He coos, setting your feet down but keeping a tight hold on you. One of his hands slides up to your jaw, tilting your head back to look at him. âI just want to play with you a little bit.â
He grins as he makes eye contact with you, his sharp canines on full display and glistening, even in the dark of the night. âWhat's your name, bunny?â
Your name comes out in the form of a pathetic squeak, your entire body trembling in his grasp. Your heart races fast as adrenaline pumps through your body. You open your mouth again, your lips quivering as you go to speak. âPlease, just let me go.â
âLet you go? Of course.â He says instantly, giving you a smile that would seem sweet if it wasn't for the predatory glint in his eyes. âBut don't I deserve a reward for winning my prey? It wasn't very nice of you to run from me, little one.â
You sniffle softly, your face crumbling slightly when you realise he's not letting you go unless you give him what he wants. Your nose twitches slightly, your ears drooping at his words. âI'm sorry.â
âOh, that's okay, sweet girl. You didn't mean it. It's natural for a bunny like you to be afraid of the big, bad wolf.â He says with a chuckle, leaning down to run his nose along your cheek.
âIf you listen to me, I'll be gentle.â He coos, licking a stripe up your cheek, groaning at the salty taste of your tears.
âIf you don't⌠well, I'll sink my teeth into the back of that pretty neck of yours and take what I want.â He growls, the expression on his face darkening. âWe don't want that, do we?â
You shake your head quickly, a full body shiver running through you. He slowly releases you, and you fight every instinct in your body to run. It's clearly the right choice, because his expression softens again and his chest rumbles with a gentle growl.
âThere we go. Knew you'd be good for me, sweet girl.â He breathes out as he brushes your hair away from your face, his touch far too tender considering the situation.
He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. One of his hands moves to your floppy ears, playing gently with it. He kisses you gently at first before his lips are trying to pry yours open, using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.
You let your eyes shut, kissing him back. As the two of your tongues slip together, you accidentally brush one of his large, sharp teeth. Your heart jumps, but this time you're not sure if it's fear or something else, because your panties are becoming damp and sticky with arousal.
Your fingers twitch, and then your hands are moving on their own, planting themselves firmly on his hips. He growls softly into your mouth, teeth nipping at your lower lip before he pulls away, pawing at your tits through the fabric of your clothes as he sucks on your neck.
You whimper softly, your head falling back on its own to give him better access. His hands start wandering, and then he's tugging off your clothes, ripping them in the process. The cold air hits your skin, making goosebumps prickle your flesh. You shudder, and he tugs you closer to him, letting his body heat seep into your body.
What a gentleman.
âHow the fuck do you smell so good?â He groans, his nose trailing down your body - over the curve of your breast, then down the soft skin of your stomach before he's burying it between your folds, kneeling at your feet.
He doesn't do much for a moment. He just worms his way between your legs and then just starts sniffing, moaning softly as he does so. The tip of his nose bumps against your clit, and your hips instantly buck towards his face.
âThat's it. Good girl. Knew you'd like it, honey.â He hums against your pussy, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. You'd be embarrassed by how sensitive you were from this whole ordeal if he didn't stick his tongue out and start lapping at you like he was starving, malfunctioning the part of your brain that helps you form coherent thoughts.
âOh-â You gasp, your cotton tail twitching as his tongue dips into your hole, wriggling its way inside. He looks up at you from over his brow as best he can, pulling away occasionally to suckle your clit.
âP-please, mister. S'good, oh god, need more⌠need you, fuck-â He pulls back at your last word, giving your pussy a harsh spank that has you jolting.
âCall me Leon, baby.â He says, rubbing circles into your clit before spreading your lips to give you a smack directly on it. âAnd pretty bunnies shouldn't use such bad words.â He adds, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Leon dives right back into your pussy, happily drinking up any slick that spills out of you while making the most obscene slurping sounds. One of his hands make their way to your entrance, two fingers pressing in with very little resistance due to how wet you are.
You still feel the burn, though. A small whinger falls from your lips as he starts to scissor you open, pressing sweet, open mouthed kisses to your clit to try and get you to stop tensing.
âC'mon, little one. Relax for me. I'm gonna be a lot more of a stretch than any of those bunny boys you've been with. Don't wanna hurt you when I pop my knot in this drippy pussy.â He says with a grin, nipping at the skin of your thighs.
You nod slowly, forcing yourself to relax. He murmurs words of praise and encouragement, flicking your clit with his tongue to ease the feeling. He forces a third finger inside, and your face scrunches up at the stretch. He sucks your clit back into his mouth to distract you, applying suction and flicking his tongue against it.
As soon as he curls his fingers, you're cumming all over his hand and his face, your juices dribbling down his chin. He slips his fingers out with a laugh, spreading them to watch as the strings of fluid cling to his fingers.
âSuch a messy girl.â He says, clicking his tongue with mock disapproval. He licks his fingers clean, standing up and tilting your face up by the chin. He uses a thumb to pry open your mouth, and then he's spitting a mixture of your cum and his saliva onto your tongue.
âSwallow for me⌠that's it. Atta girl.â He hums, reaching down to slip his cock free from his trousers. âBe a good girl and put that ass in the air, baby. Gonna mount this pretty pussy.â
He waits for you to comply, dropping on his knees behind you and spreading your legs further apart. He presses his hand on the small of your back to get you to arch it more, sighing with satisfaction as the tilt of your body exposes you to him even more.
âFuck. You really are a good girl.â He murmurs, pressing the tip of his cock into you. You let out a loud gasp at the feeling, your thighs trembling as he stretches you further than you've ever felt before. Tears spring at your eyes as he continues to press forward, his cock so fat that you're sure he's going to split you in half.
âIt's okay, pretty girl. I've got you.â He says softly, rubbing a hand up and down your back to relax you as he continues to press forward, stilling when he's finally buried to the hilt. âI'm gonna stay riiiiight here, and you can move those little hips of yours when you're ready.â
You nod, cushioning your head with your arms so you don't have to press your face into the muddy ground. At least the rain has finally stopped, and you're not so worried about the cold anymore when every inch of your body is on fire.
After a minute or so you experimentally shift forward before rocking your hips back onto Leon's length. You hear him growl softly, his claws digging into your thighs and drawing blood. It stings slightly, but you're willing to ignore it.
âLeonâŚâ You start, sniffling a little as you shift your hips again, fucking yourself back onto his cock. It feels good, but it's not enough. You know he can give you what you need. âNeed more, please.â
âOh, yeah? Is that right?â You can practically hear the grin on his face, but you don't care. You nod quickly, keeping up your movements. You yelp as you're suddenly yanked back onto his cock fully.
Your cunt sucks him in greedily, fluttering around him as he starts to thrust into you. His hips smack your ass aggressively, heavy balls slapping against your clit every time he jerks forward. He doesn't let up, pounding relentlessly into your heat, mouthing along your back and sinking his teeth into you a few times.
He licks up the blood from each bite mark he makes along your back and neck, grunting and growling as he fucks you. His thrusts get more erratic, and he feels himself getting lost in the feeling of your perfect pussy.
âFuck, bunny. I'm gonna keep you, no way I can let you go after this. Pussy's too fuckinâ good, shit. Wanna breed you so bad. Would you like that pretty girl?â
He groans, the thought of filling you up with his cum making his cock jump eagerly. He thrusts deeper, shifting his hips so he's bullying your cervix with every movement.
âOhhhh, bet you'd like that⌠being filled with my pups⌠fuck, or kits. Don't even care, baby. Just wanna fill that pretty womb up. Cunt's practically milking me, think you want my babies as bad as I do.â
You can barely speak, babbling incoherently. All he can really make out is a few âplease's or âLeon's sprinkled throughout. He can feel how you tense around him, and he knows he's about to fuck another orgasm out of you.
âThat's it, baby. Good girl. Give me one more, and I'll fill you up, yeah? Get you swollen with my puppies. Fuck, you'd be such a good mommy⌠sweet girl. I'll take such good care of you.â He groans, dropping his head between your shoulder blades as his thrusts become sloppy and shallow while he tries not to cum.
You cum so hard you almost push him out, so he's quick to grab your waist and force himself balls deep into you, his knot popping in as he begins to shoot ropes of thick, white cum deep into you. It keeps going, and he grinds against you as he rides out his high, grunting softly when the final spurt fills you up.
His arms wrap around your waist and he lies on his back, ignoring the way mud coats his clothes and the fur of his tail. He wanted you comfortable.
âGonna be a while before this deflates, bunny.â He says softly, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and licking the skin there in an affectionate manner. âThen I'm gonna take you back to mine and do it again. Make sure it takes.â
You just nod lazily, eyes already half closing.
Yeah. That doesn't sound so bad.