I Ship Felinette Because Adrien Is A Spineless Coward, Thank Everyone For Opening My Eyes...

I ship felinette because Adrien is a spineless coward, thank everyone for opening my eyes...🌱🍯🌱🌱🍯🌱🐝🌱

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A certain someone bumps sees Ladybug detransform

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(fyi, this is one of my older ones i’ve written.)

A year ago, Felix accidentally caught Ladybug detransforming into Marinette. When she saw him, she made him promise not to tell anyone. He only agreed if he got to know her better.

Weeks later, after multiple hangouts every week, Felix finally asked Marinette on a date. Eventually, those two became a couple. It took some time for her classmates, who still shipped Adrienette, but they eventually got over it, and shipped them two.

Now, Ladybug and Chat Noir are patrolling the city. Lately, Chat Noir has become possessive about Ladybug, but tonight he took it too far. When they ended patrol on the Eiffel Tower, Chat asked Ladybug on a date.

"Chat, I'm sorry, but I can't go on a date with you. I-" Ladybug tried to tell him that she already had a boyfriend, but he wouldn't listen.

"Ladybug why can't you accept my feelings for you? I've done everything for you! What will make you go out on a date with me?" Chat interrupted her.

When he stopped talking, Ladybug snapped. "If what you call, not showing up during akuma battles until I go out on a date with you 'doing everything for me' then I'd rather you'd do nothing for me." Chat was about to say something but Ladybug beat him to it. "The literal only reason why I never went on a date with you is because I already have a boyfriend. But even if I didn't, I still wouldn't go out on a date with you! You are a selfish human being that only cares for himself. I wouldn't be surprised if no one went out on a date with you in your civilian life!" Ladybug voice getting angrier and angrier by the second.

She was about to go off on him more until she heard him say something that he would soon regret.

"Since I can't have you, no one will. CATACLYSM!" Chat went to her chest, only for her to move out of the way. He was running at her, but when she moved away, he couldn't stop himself. He eventually ran into the walls of the Eiffel Tower. When he used his cataclysm, Ladybug went up to him and took away his miraculous.

"Chat Noir, you have been abusing the miraculous power, stalking me to find out my identity, and just tried to kill me!" Ladybug told him, in the coldest voice anyone has heard. "You are not worthy of having a miraculous. By being the guardian, I revoke you of your miraculous." Ladybug took away his ring, only to be surprised by who formerly owned the ring. It was none other than her former crush, Adrien Agreste. She was pissed to say the least. She yo-yoed away to go give the ring to Felix. She didn't trust anyone else with the power of destruction.

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The next day at school, everyone noticed Adrien's bad mood. No one but Marinette knew why. Whenever they tried to cheer him up, he would just flick them off and walk away.

When Marinette tried to cheer him up, he hit her as hard as he could. Marinette reminded him too much of him being Chat Noir, so he wanted that to go away.

Everyone saw what Adrien did to her, they stayed as far away as possible from him. He lost his best friend, he got less and less fangirls, and his grades started slipping.

Out of nowhere, an akuma appeared. Adrien just suddenly became happy. He knew that Ladybug couldn't use her miraculous unless the black cat's was activated. He didn't think that she found his replacement.

Anger and sadness suddenly overcame his face, when he saw his replacement. King Chat, the new replacement's name, was much better than he would ever be. And with his improved abilities, they finished akumas faster than Chat Noir and Ladybug ever did.

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When Gabriel found out about Adrien's grades slipping and him hitting Marinette for no reason at all, he decided it was best to homeschool him again. Adrien didn't mind, because he could finally forget his past as Chat Noir, Plagg, Ladybug, and his princess.

Adrien was watching the news when a question from the news was asked to Ladybug and King.

"Are you guys dating?" Adrien thought that they weren't considering what Ladybug told him the night he lost his miraculous

"I already have a boyfriend!"

Adrien was happy to know what the answer was going to be to that. But it turns out, he was wrong.

"Yes we are dating! I love him!"

"I love her."

Upon hearing this, Adrien's heart shattered. He had lost his lady to someone who was obviously better than him. He lost his princess to his cousin. He lost his friends because of him bullying Marinette. He had no one that loved him anymore.

He turned off the tv because he didn't want to hear anything else. That when he started to regret the night he tried to kill Ladybug. He lost everything just because of his obsession with her.

I bow before this shipping! I'm not worthy!!!!🕡🕕🕠🕗🕣

And We’ll Always Be Royal

          I was reading some of @miraculous-of-salt​ fics and really got inspired to create something of my own.  Inspired by a pairing I adore when ever they write about them. I don’t think I ever really focused just on this pairing before so I decided to give it a sjot. There is a lot of salt ahead for the usally people, and Adrien.

  Marinette hadn’t been least bit surprised when showed up at her locker. She eventually, sooner or later, he’d show. He was biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The devil always has his day, as her grandmother used to say. It’s why he’s so patient.

           He never rushed Marinette, never pressured her. He never whispered lies in her ears or played little tricks to make things go his way fast. He did with nearly everyone else in the world but not with Marinette. Never Marinette.            In his eyes, Marinette was his equal. She was intelligent, extremely talented, sharp-tongued, poised, beautiful. She had obtained success with her MDC designs that most kids and people twice her age could only dream about and was still going places.  She was nowhere near her pique. She had a fire inside her that could consume the world, and it was more than a match for ice inside of him. Marinette was the only person that ever came to his mind when he thought of who would stand at his side when he ruled the business world with an iron fist.

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And the award for most salt, boiling hot water, scratching nails on a chalkboard and stub your toe goes to unmaskedagain...📩📩☎☎☎📩📩

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Oh Lady Luck (How I miss you so!)

Okay; first off. I hated this. I had a massive case of writer’s block while doing it and lost inspiration near the end.

Oh Lady Luck (How I miss you so!)

           Bustier’s class was the luckiest in school, everyone knew it. They got to go on the most amazing trips, win contest after contest, competition after competition, met all sorts of celebrities, frequently got to meet Ladybug, through the best dances and school plays, and always seemed to have a pep in their step. Anything any of the students went after they always managed to get. Everyone knew Bustier’s class was the luckiest in school. Then one day that changed dramatically.

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Fainted... ⏬⏫⏪▶🔽

spawn [demon Bakugo]

req: I didn’t 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 you’re a virgin and you’re 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 😔 taglist: @smol-floatyy @wholesomey-artist @moonlightinsanity @dabis-azure-songstress @jubilee40  characters are 20+. word count: 5118 contents: 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 didn’t flicker oddly or go out. the summoning crystals in the middle of the circle didn’t move or glow aside from the candle light they reflected. you’d 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. 

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 couldn’t be bothered by that now. all you wanted was a nice, hot shower. 

as you let the water wash away the disappointment and whatever dirt you’d 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. 

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. 

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. “you’ll make a fine…” you couldn’t hear the rest of what he said as a loud crack of thunder woke you. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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 didn’t even feel the burning gaze of eyes watching you all day. 

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 hadn’t 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. 

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. 

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. 

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 didn’t wear a bra to bed because he had seen you get dressed. 

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 hadn’t shown you his other appendages there. he didn’t know what you did for work, he didn’t care. he didn’t know where your family or friends were, but it didn’t 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. 

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. 

“wake up, sweetheart,” he would mumble into your ear. your head turned as your back slightly arched. “wake up!” 

your eyes broke open and you looked up, seeing his wicked gaze staring down at you. his hands didn’t stop. they forced your legs open and pulled on your tit. “you’re so wet for me and I’ve barely touched you.” 

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. 

“so beautiful, so perfect. every curve, these thick thighs, your plump little body is already ready,” 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. 

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. “you little fool. there’s no god that can ‘save you’ nor will anyone else visit your room tonight. you’re mine, little virgin.” 

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. “be happy I’m feeling generous tonight, little human. now suck.” 

you felt hot, pushed into a corner, and terrified. you felt like you only had one option, so you began sucking on the demon’s 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. 

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. 

“it comes naturally to you, doesn’t it? I knew it would,” 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. “the name’s Katsuki Bakugo. remember it, sweetheart. oh who am I kidding, you’ll never forget it.” 

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. he’d 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. 

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 couldn’t 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. 

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 wasn’t 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. 

“wait,” 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. “I-I’ve never done this before." 

he smirked. "oh, sweetheart, I already know.” 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. 

you hadn’t 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 couldn’t tell if they broke the skin, too many new sensations happening all at once, but you thought that perhaps they did, but you couldn’t tell if your hips were bleeding, and you didn’t care. 

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 demon’s 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. 

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. “you’re enjoying this, huh?” 

you couldn’t 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. 

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 couldn’t 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 hadn’t thought was really possible. you almost hadn’t 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. 

“you fold right into the perfect little mating press,” 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. “fuuuck, 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.” 

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 couldn’t ask because you really only had one question on your mind. “breed?” 

your soft, confused little voice made him laugh and he grinning down at you. “yes, sweetheart. breed. I’m gonna stuff this little cunt with all my rich seed and get you pregnant with my spawn.” 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. “your 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!” 

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 couldn’t quite tell what exactly you were begging for. regardless, he continued to pound your sweet honeypot. 

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. 

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 couldn’t 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. 

he stayed inside you and looked up, meeting your eyes. his pretty red eyes weren’t 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. 

his face came to your neck and he began to nip at the skin there. “you gonna be my pretty little baby mama?” 

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. 

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 didn’t care. all he cared for was you and the absolute sin you’d 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 wasn’t on that list purely because no one had thought of it. yet here you were. 

you weren’t 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. 

he looked down at you, grinning. “oh, I feel you trying to milk me again. what are you thinking about, sweetheart?” 

you giggled again. “you.” 

“yeah?” he licked your breast and started grinding against you, cock getting hard again. “what about me?” 

“everything about you, but mostly the way you make me feel,” you tell him, biting your lip and closing your eyes. you moaned as he made short, shallow thrusts into you. you gasped, “please, I want more.” 

his lips spread into a wide grin and he leaned down, his lips teasing yours with a ghost of a kiss. “ask and you shall receive, sweetheart. tell me, just what do you want more of.” 

“Everything,” you answered and tried to pull him closer. “I need more of it all, more of your love.” 

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. “can’t wait to see my little hell brat sucking off of these.” he then latched onto your nipple and began sucking on it roughly. his hands kneaded the pillowy flesh. 

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. 

his words came back to you, his promise to breed you and make a little “spawn.” 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. 

he could see it in your eyes, that desire to have more. “what is it, sweetheart? something you wanna tell me?” 

you moaned, trying to lean in further to reach his lips, but he wouldn’t finish it and smirked at you. “breed,” you said, softly demanding and begging at the same time. “breed me.” 

“oh?” he asked, biting his lip. you caught sight of his fangs and you nodded to him before he got his next question out. “you want your tight cunt bred? your womb filled with my hell spawn?” 

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. 

“please, kiss-” 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. “kiss me.” 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

“say it again,” he demanded, grunting as he plunged into you. “say you want my hell baby.” 

“I want it,” you pant out, trying to repeat what you heard him say, but you couldn’t focus. his thrusts prolonged your orgasm, made you feel electrified and heated. your legs had little jolts with pleasure. “I want your baby.” 

“yeah you do,” 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. “fuck.” 

it didn’t 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. 

he grunted, scooping up  what he could and pushing it back in. “I filled you up, be grateful and try to hold it all in.” you closed your legs and squeezed them, causing them to spasm some, and you looked up at him. 

he leaned down and pushed your hair back, kissing your forehead. “you did so good, sweetheart. it should take…” 

“and we’ll have a baby?” you asked, voice hoarse and soft and tired. 

he nodded. “We’ll know in a few days.” 

you looked at him confused. “no-”

“demons develop a little faster in the womb than humans.” 

you stared at him, processed that information, then nodded. 

he sat over you, on his haunches, his cock soft on his lap. he was disheveled but not out of breath. he didn’t even look tired. he was just relaxed, satisfied. his eyes roamed over you body and upon noticing this, you tried to cover up. 

“oh no, none of that,” he said, moving your hands away and taking the covers from you. he smirked down at your naked, plump body. “you’re too perfect to cover all of this up.” 

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 didn’t meet your demon lover. 

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. 

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 couldn’t ignore anything as you came face to face with a figure in your kitchen. 

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. 

“so last night,” you mumbled, looking up to him, “that all really happened.” 

he nodded and pulled up a chair right next to you, staring into your eyes with desire, lust, and something else. “yes, it did.” 

“and you stayed.” 

“We’re bonded for all eternity now. of course I stayed.” 

“and you bred me?” 

he leaned closer and kissed you. it was a hungry kiss that had you moaning. when he pulled away, he gave you a smile. “damn, I sure hope so. if not, I’ll just try again, and again, and again, until it sticks.” 

you found yourself smiling at him, your confusion lifting. you began to happily eat. “I’m pretty confident it took.” 

he put a hand on your plush belly and nipped at your neck, which made you giggle. “Me too.” 

you pushed him away from your neck playfully. “let me eat at least,” you said with a smile. you felt so strongly for him, so close to him. you couldn’t explain it very well, but you were pretty sure it was love. “then we can have more of that sinful fun.” 

“oh? sinful, huh? have I converted you?” 

“I think so, mister,” 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. 

Do you hear someone drowning in salt?

Marinette Family Court Reveal

After the overwhelming resonse I received from Marinette Family Court Circus, how could I not write a sequel? This story focuses more on what was going on with the class and what they’re seeing on the news. There will be some salt coming, so have a glass of water on hand. Anyways, Warm-Fuzzies and please enjoy!!

The class was in a state of shock. In the span of 24 hours, there was so much joy and tragedy. Gathered at Alya’s apartment, they watched TVi news as Hawkmoth and Mayura were unmasked as Gabriel Agreste and his assistant, Nathalie. The class was in an uproar for a while, wondering if Adrien had been involved.

Lila shed tears, real ones, at the loss of her modeling job and the chance to keep Adrien as a trophy boyfriend. Now, he was useless to her. Anything to do with him would be toxic to her reputation, her only chance was to use her tears and claim that she’d had no idea that he was involved in such things. That he must have been trying to use her to get close to her mother to have international backing. Luckily, her classmates were such sheep that no one questioned what she said. They just comforted her, even ignoring the announcement of Adrien being exonerated of any charges, beyond a reasonable doubt, a few hours later.

The following day in class, Mme. Bustier came in and announced that not only had Adrien been pulled out of school for his own safety, but Marinette would not be attending for a while. “I’m afraid that she was in a terrible accident and has been put in the hospital.”

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A/N: This is for my @bnhabookclub bingo card where I had the prompt ‘Cockwarming!’ enjoy sinners (:<

Pairings: Bakugo x Reader, Kirishima x Reader, Sero x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Hawks x Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, cockwarming, (also breeding kink and dumbification in hawks’ whoops sorry)

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