Like A Bitch Slap In The Face!!!!X-(

Like a bitch slap in the face!!!!X-(

A Lady’s Scout (and the Salt within her Soul)

A Lady’s Scout (and the Salt within her Soul)

   Marinette doesn’t know how the rumors started. Oh scratch that, of course she knows how the rumors started. Hell, she encouraged them herself!

   She was pissed, and rightfully so. Her friends had all left her, betraying her, forgetting her, leaving her behind for Lila. A single incident turned into multiples, and Marinette ended that same week in the back once more, now a permanent resident of the back row. All it took was a few crocodile tears from Lila to Miss Bustier, complaining about sight problems. But of course, she just needed to be a little closer to the board. Like Marinette’s spot kind of close. But it’s fine, because Marinette can sit with Nathaniel, and aren’t they such good friends?

   Marinette didn’t even try to complain, already knowing that she’d lose. And so she ended the week in the back, silently fuming as Alya didn’t even bat an eye at the change.

   And it only continued. Days turned into weeks, and the weeks never ended. Suddenly Marinette was being forgotten, abandoned on an island, watching in vain as her classmates were left in awe of Lila’s latest ‘travels’. Sure, she had Nathaniel, but he was wrapped up in his comic most of the time.

   So Marinette became wrapped up in her own little world of designs. Without her friends by her side, Marinette found herself with more free time than she’d had in months! (It looks like Lila can bring some good into her life!)

   The first creation was a fox themed shirt, styled after Rena Rouge’s costume. Bold orange merged seamlessly with a creamy white, little embroidery creating a picture in the corner for searching eyes to find. A little fox, prancing among the flowers. A little fox, searching for something.

   A little fox, searching for the Miraculous she’d never get again. Because why would she? Why would she, when she was no longer dependable? When she was no longer trustworthy, no longer loyal? When she’d forget Marinette for the next best thing?

   So maybe Marinette was a little bitter, but who could blame her? And besides, why would she want to keep a fox that betrays her when she could have a friend who would silently stand by her side, or rather sit there, and come up with his own little illusions each and every day?

   Fennec debuted three weeks after Marinette is exiled to the back, on a sunny day that does little to represent Alya’s mood.

   Marinette presented the shirt on that following Monday.

   “Th- thank you, Marinette,” Alya said, eyes widening as she gazed at the shirt. “But why is it fox themed?”

   “Oh, you reminded me of Rena,” Marinette said with a wink, but there was no smile on her face. There wasn’t one on Alya’s, either, but only teary eyes.

   Later, Marinette would look down at Alya and be met with skeptical, questioning eyes. But the eyes turned away quickly, downcast.

   Marinette watched on from her spot in the back, eyes searching for flaws. She found them in her partners, and she created.

   Next came a hoodie. A soft green, with a hexagonal pattern stitched in with darker thread. A hood, large enough for an old friend to hide his head in, even with a hat on.

   He was protective, but not of Ladybug. Only Rena Rouge, only ever Rena Rouge. But Rena was gone, and so he would be, too.

   Luka swapped teal for green, becoming Protecteur. Her protector. Because he’d never harmed her, he’d never betrayed her. He’d always been there, a silent support, and now he could be the same for Ladybug.

   When Marinette gave Nino the hoodie, his eyes locked with hers, an unusual trait.

   “Hey, what’s up with the Carapace theme, dudette?”

   “He was just like you, wasn’t he?” She asked, and then she was gone, hidden in the back.

   It’d be hard to miss how he tensed from so high up. Perhaps it was good, being forced to the back.

   A bee themed skirt was made quickly. Light and simple, the white skirt had little yellow bees buzzing along the hem. Cute, yet impractical. Focusing more on looks than on functionality.

   Yes, that was the way Marinette worked out her stress from Queen Bee, from the hero who never was, and never would be forevermore.

   She presented it before she chose a replacement, and was met with weariness.

   “You never give me gifts, Dupain-Cheng,” Chloé pointed out bluntly, eyes challenging. “What’s with the skirt?”

   “Oh, I just thought you’d like a little keepsake,” Marinette responded, already turning away.

   Three days later, a new bee was chosen. Monarch rose up, a force to be reckoned with.

   Kagami was all too happy to take up the mantle, to take out her stress on the poor Akuma victims. She was honored to be chosen, and Marinette was happy.

   Her team was chosen, fixed to her liking. She was protected, she was safe, no longer relying on classmates who would only let her down.

   And the rumors spread. From Alya and Nino, whispering to one another about what the gifts could mean. To an accidental comment near Lila, who used it as fuel to spread her fire. Because if Marinette knew…who’s to say she isn’t acting as some sort of scout?

   “Ladybug and I had a falling out,” Lila explained with a flip of her hair. “I didn’t approve of the idea, so she and I had a spat.” She smiled at Alya, all sugar and sweetness. “I’d never replace someone like you…but Marinette would encourage it.”

   Alya had glared at Marinette the rest of the week, and the whisperings picked up.

   Chloé learned from Lila, and came marching up to Marinette immediately.

   “Lila says you’re some kind of hero scout, huh?” Chloé said, shoving her face into Marinette’s. “What, are you some kind of goody two-shoes who talks to Ladybug, crying when someone upsets you?”

   Marinette raised an eyebrow. “Me? Why, I do nothing of the sort! I’d never complain to Ladybug like that.” She smiled, fully aware of the searching eyes. Aware of the awe stricken gaze Nathaniel sent her way, of the shock in Nino’s eyes and pure hatred in Alya’s. “I wouldn’t complain, but if she does come by for advice…who am I to lie?”

   She saw how Lila glared, teeth grinding. She saw how her classmates reacted, some with excitement, others with worry. Unsure how to feel, unsure how to act.

   Fennec, by then permanent much like her Bee and Turtle, questioned her during patrol, right in front of Chat Noir, Protecteur, and Monarch.

   “Hey, Ladybug?” Fennec asked, eyes full of nerves.

   “Yes, Fennec?”

   “Is Marinette some sort of hero scout for you?”

   With those words, Ladybug saw how her three teammates paused. Protecteur and Monarch seemed shocked by the words, Chat Noir just leaned in closer, waiting with baited breath for her answer.

   “She is,” Ladybug replied easily, knowing the rumors would spread, knowing the rumors would lead to hatred and excitement and an alibi. (Because how could Ladybug’s scout be a hero, especially Ladybug herself? It just wouldn’t be possible!) “I tried giving her the Fox Miraculous back during Sapotis, but she suggested a friend of hers. They were good, so I asked her for a Turtle recommendation. Carapace worked well. She thought Queen Bee could redeem herself, so we gave Chloé a shot.”

   “Why did you replace them?” Chat Noir asked. “If Marinette suggested them, why would you change your mind?”

   “They stopped being reliable.” Ladybug shrugged, twirling her yoyo. “They left Marinette alone to be isolated. They let their friend be threatened by a liar, and when Marinette finally admitted it to me? I can’t have people who act like that.”

   “Did she recommend us?” Protecteur asked, and Ladybug smiled.

   “You three were the first people she could think of, and she had shining recommendations for all three.”    She saw the way they reacted. Monarch smiled, Protecteur beamed, Fennec looked ready to have a stroke…and Chat Noir seemed pensive, eyes searching for something.

   Marinette went to class the next day, and things had changed. For some reason, Max, Kim, and Alix were being extra nice to her. For some reason, Adrien spoke directly to her, despite having shied away the moment Alya got mad. For some reason, she felt like she was being watched. It was more than usual, more than when Lila first spread the rumor that Marinette was a hero scout.

   But it didn’t click on why until Kagami spelled it out during lunch.

   “They want to be heroes, too,” Kagami muttered, inching closing to the bluenette. Luka dropped into the spot beside her, and Nathaniel quickly sat across from them, setting his bag in the last remaining spot.

   “So they think I can help with that?” Marinette questioned, an eyebrow raising.

   “You are a hero scout,” Nathaniel pointed out, cheeks tinted red with embarrassment. “If you deem someone worthy, Ladybug will give them the Miraculous.”

   Marinette glanced around, saw the way Kim eyed her, expression eager as he waved excitedly.

   Of course. Her one time Roi Singe…and the Pegasus and Bunnix to follow. They knew she had a say, and so they were sucking up to her.

   Marinette turned her gaze away, focusing on her true friends. “I only tell Ladybug about the real heroes,” she muttered, missing the way her three friends blushed.

   That night, she was itching to create, and so she did. A monkey inspired sweatband, with a tiny, comical version of Xuppu stitched on the inside. It only took a few hours, and Marinette was happy with it.

   Kim jogged up to her as she walked into the classroom, still beaming. “Hey, Marinette!” He said happily, as if he hadn’t ignored her, too. “Want to hangout soon? I have a track competition, you should come see it!”

“I can’t,” Marinette replied dismissively, “but here’s a good luck gift.” She pressed the sweatband into his palm, and watched him stumble as he realized what it meant.

“Oh…okay,” he said with a frown, deflated and hurt. He moped over to his seat, allowing Max to console him.

By lunchtime, Max seemed nervous, glancing at Marinette with panicked eyes. He seemed to be calculating, consulting Markov. Whatever he realized, it was enough to set him on edge.

   Two days later, he was sure of his results. Marinette came up to him, and she smiled coldly.

   “I made you these,” she said, and set a pair of sunglasses in his hands. “I thought you’d like them.” She turned, ignoring the way his eyes dropped, and then paused. “And don’t worry, they’ll protect your eyes from dangerous napkins.”

   Later that day, Marinette would sit at home and laugh at her comment, then continue on to start one of her final gifts.

   Her class was chaotic. Half of them followed her around like she was Lila, trying to do favors for her, trying to get into her good graces, trying to be someone special in her eyes. Many of them stayed far away, however, hiding from her sight, unsure if they should hate her or hate themselves, unsure what went wrong, unsure of what to do.

   And then she had her actual friends. Nathaniel, Luka, Kagami…

   And, according to the school, Ladybug.

   Alix became pushier. The young girl practically bounced like a rabbit as she’d follow Marinette around, trying to prove herself. She thought she was in the clear, that the future was set in stone. She owned the watch, after all, so it was rightfully hers, right?

   Marinette presented her with a hat, light blue with a little white pom pom on top, and Alix froze.

   Later that day, Ladybug made a trip to Alix’s house, and she left a perfect replica of the watch behind. Perfect, of course, except for the lack of a certain bunny-themed Kwami.

   Alix didn’t show up for school the next day, and Marinette didn’t bat an eye.

   Just like that, her team was complete, and justice had been served.

   But Marinette wasn’t done.

   No, because there was one last thing to do. One little thing.

   Marinette donned the Mouse, one last time. She split herself up, until a dozen little Multimice were running through the school. She snuck into each class, gathering information. Looking for future options.

   And playing her final card in the game she’d been playing for months.

   Her class was silent as Miss Bustier took attendance, eyes on their teacher as Multimouse slipped underneath the door.

   “Marinette?” Miss Bustier asked, eyes curious, and Multimouse raised her hand, as if on autopilot.

   “Here!” Her little voice squeaked out, and then she gasped, covering her mouth.

   But it was too late, she’d been ‘found’. Miss Bustier stared, wide-eyed, crouching down to see her student on the floor.

   “M- Marinette?” Miss Bustier asked, and Multimouse shook her head.

   “No, no, of course not!” But it was too late, wasn’t it? Marinette was never a good liar, was she?

   “You’re Multimouse?!” Alya shouted the question, hands slamming onto her desk. Lila, beside her, stared, but the stare quickly turned into a dangerous glare.

   “I, uh,” Multimouse sighed, curling in on herself. “Fuck.” She turned to face Miss Bustier. “I…I guess I’ll explain, but just wait a second. I’d rather do this at full height.”

   “Okay?” Miss Bustier nodded, still baffled. “What do you need?”

   “Oh, just my other me’s. They should be here right about now.” As if on cue (oh they were definitely on cue), the other Multimice came darting under the door, making their way to Multimouse. They went up to her, quickly combining into one normal-sized Multimouse.

   “Woah,” Nathaniel whispered, eyes shining with excitement. The rest of the class seemed to feel the same, any negative feelings forgotten (well, except for one certain girl) in the moment.

   “Why were there so many?” Rose asked, eyes searching for any others that may have stayed small. “What were they- you- doing?”

   Multimouse laughed. “Wasn’t it obvious? I’ve heard the rumors, guys, I know what you think.”

   She watched how they paused, how their mouths dropped and their eyes widened.

   “You were looking for new heroes?” Adrien asked, speaking up for once in his life, and Multimouse shrugged.

   “Ladybug wanted new blood. Sent me out to search. She’s done it a few times, dropping the Miraculous off so I could get stuff done.” She looked to Miss Bustier with the sweetest, most innocent smile she could ever give, and said, “I hope you understand why I’m late so often. I couldn’t exactly tell you the truth, it’s supposed to be a secret after all.”

   “Of course,” Miss Bustier said, and Multimouse smiled wider.

   (So maybe it’s a partial lie, but Marinette was sick of getting detention for saving the goddamn city every day.)

   “How long has this been going on?” Alya asked, hands shaking as she held onto her desk, as she struggled to not grab her phone.

   Multimouse made a show of pausing, of tapping her finger to her chin before smiling. “I’ve been sneaking around since Carapace’s debut. After that, Ladybug wanted me to search more often. It helped her get a grasp of what goes on in the world. She can’t have eyes everywhere, but I can.” She giggled, then frowned. “It’s been tough, having to hide this for so long. I had to hide from Chat Noir, too, in the beginning, in case he got possessed. If he only focused on Ladybug, he couldn’t go after me during my secret missions. I nearly lost the ability to use the Miraculous when I revealed my identity to him…oh no.”

   “What?” Adrien asked. “What’s wrong?”

   “I suppose Ladybug won’t use me any longer.” Multimouse hugged herself, looking out the window. “She can’t, not anymore.”

   “Why not?” Nathaniel asked, looking hurt.

   “You all know my identity. I can’t be a hero, it isn’t safe. Especially when Ladybug’s stalker- shit.”

   Like a conductor of an orchestra, Multimouse played them once more. She struggled to hold back her smirk as the class went berserk once more.

   “She has a stalker?” Adrien asked, slamming his hands on the desk. “Who is it?”

   Multimouse shrunk back. “It- it’s not my place to say. Ladybug said to be nice, that she can fight her own battles.”

   “Is someone hurting her?” Nino asked, and Multimouse just took another step back. “Who?”

   “I really shouldn’t-” but the class is wild now, and they want the truth. So Multimouse sighed and pulled on her jump rope, opening up a hidden phone. “Alright, I’ll call her.” She hit a few buttons, then nodded. “She’ll be here soon. I should go…Ladybug will want the Miraculous back.” One last sad look to her class, and then she leaped out of the window, sneaking up to the roof.

   One quick change later, Ladybug hopped into the classroom, eyes narrowed.

   This time, Alya pulled out the phone, finally unable to control her desire for footage. “Ladybug! Ma-”

   “Multimouse,” Ladybug cut off quickly.

   “Multimouse told us that you have a stalker?” Alya asked. “Who is it?”

   Ladybug raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you know? You put her on your blog every single week, after all.”

   Alya froze, and so did Lila.

   “I- I’m not-” Lila tried to start, but Ladybug was ready.

   “Lila Rossi has been claiming many things since she got to Paris. I’ve heard claims of her being Volpina, a superhero. I’ve heard her claim that she was a better hero than me, and that she and I are best friends. She’s been Akumatized multiple times, and I’m not quite so sure whether or not it’s just to get close to me. She has tormented my scout, ostracizing her and claiming that I would support her, that I would listen to her. Lila Rossi has created an illusion in her mind that I owe her my friendship, and that my scout has done her wrong, and I would never trust someone like her.” She glared at the girl, at the camera. “There is one good thing Lila Rossi has done. She has been a wonderful test for my previous temporaries in order to see where their loyalties are. Other than that, she has been stalking me, creating up stories, and ruining lives.” She glared at Alya. “Now, if that’s all you want, I must go find my scout. She seemed rather upset, and I’d rather not fight my favorite civilian.”

   Then she left the room, and she didn’t come back for the rest of the day. Instead she stayed home, claiming she felt sick, and let herself relax.

   She created her final design.

   When Marinette came into class the next day, she wore a beautiful pink dress, embroidered with little gray mice. The message was clear, and Nathaniel seemed disappointed. Adrien did, too, but Marinette wasn’t sure why.

   She was greeted with apologies, with promises to be better. With questions, wondering how she’d managed to be Multimouse for so long without raising suspicion. With admiration, as their friends realized who the true friend of Ladybug was.

   And Marinette just turned away, turned to her true chosen heroes.

   Later that day, rumors of a heroine in a dragon’s red were heard, and if Ladybug was suspiciously absent…

   Well, the other heroes enjoyed patrolling with their scout, and the world was right for one more day.  —– And with that, I have finally written this fic! Thank you to @liamnl for letting me use this idea, it was really fun! (To be honest, I wasn’t sure how to end it, so I figured Marinette could get her last revenge and call out Lila once and for all.) I hope you all enjoyed it! <3

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Mha boys where they put their hands while fucking you (shouto, dabi, katsuki, hawks, eijiro, izuku, denki)

You got it

How the mha guys use their hands when they're fucking you

As usual in similar works: the students are aged up!!!

Characters : mha guys/ fem reader

Genre : NSFW/+18/ smut/ explicit

Please do not read if you're a minor!!

Masterlist

Shouto :

He'll hold your hands while on top of you and strokes your fingers with his thumbs. He wants you to be relaxed and at ease when he slowly pushes himself inside you. His hands will later travel to your sides softly touching you until he reaches your hips and tightens his hold on your flesh. He loves your boobs, so when he's close to orgasm he'll move both hands up to grab them and keeps fondling and squeezing and even burying his face between them to bite down until he cums

Dabi :

He'll have his hands on your hips first, holding you tightly as he fucks you into the mattress. He wouldn't want his hard thrusts to push you away from his dick so he makes sure you're planted underneath him. He would move one hand to your pussy and pushes two fingers inside you, without taking his dick out of course. He just loves testing your limits. When you're both close to orgasm, he'll wrap his fingers around your neck and squeeze hard as his thrusts become erratic.

Katsuki :

Katsuki loves your thighs, so he makes certain to knead, squeeze and even pinch your flesh. He enjoys seeing new marks appear under his touch as he thrusts deeper into your pussy. He would pin down your wrists, or bring them up over your head and just keeps plunging hard inside you. If he's fucking you doggy style then be sure your ass is gonna get smacked with every hard push. When he's close, he'll run his fingers through your hair and pull hard.

Hawks :

I said this once and I'll say it again because I trust it's canon, Hawks loves to place his hand on your lower abdomen and push it down while fucking you just to feel himself moving inside. He's an ass man, so he makes sure his hands find their way to your butt cheeks while he's railing you. When he feels you twitching around his cock, he'll move his fingers to your mouth, makes you suck them, and then he'll place them on your clit to play with it and intensifies your orgasm.

Kirishima :

This guy would have his arms under your shoulders grabbing you tightly to make sure you're steady underneath him while he fucks you deep and hard. Same as Hawks, he would make you suck his fingers to later drive them inside your vagina. He also loves to grab your thighs and push them up and apart in order to have a better access to your pussy where he can eat you out until you cum in his mouth.

Izuku :

Deku would have his hands on your cheeks first: he kisses you feverishly all the while easing himself inside you. When you get used to his cock and he finally starts moving, his hands will travel down to cup your boobs. He loves using his thumbs to play with your nipples because he enjoys the reactions you give him whenever he does so. He will then move one hand under your back to help you arch and to give himself deeper access inside you. When he's about to cum, he'll dig his nails into your butt cheeks and moan your name.

Kaminari :

Denki is kind of a perv, only for you though. So his hands keep traveling everywhere he could reach: your face, your neck, your tummy, your pussy, and his favorite, your boobs. He loves seeing your different reactions with each part of you he touches. He particularly loves the combination of sucking your nipples and squeezing your ass. It drives him nuts when you bring him even closer and pull on his hair whenever he does so. When he's close to climaxing, he'll sit up, squeeze your thighs and pull you closer to his cock, drilling your pussy until you're both driven over the edge and fall limp in each other's arms.

This is my favorite story... :-\\:-]:-I:-||:-|

Even Later

Even Later

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

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

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

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

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

(As it turns out, they didn’t.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Akuma battles are quicker than ever before!”

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

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

“And Chat Noir has somehow become even greater!”

Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What. The. Fuck.

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

Adrien nodded like some lovesick puppy, and Chloé-

Chloé was done. Absolutely done. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then she’s covered in purple. 

—–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now it’s Ladybug’s time to shine.

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

Edit: Submitted by Satlhaven

Love this very much... Fainted... 😳😳😳😳😳

18+ mdni or I'll throw hands

For the love of all things holy please let Mirio put you in a mating press

He would be so happy to have you folded in half, your pussy creaming around his cock over and over while he brings himself to release. "Does my cock feel that good? Hm? You're so pretty like this, look at you, have I fucked you dumb yet?" Mirio would be pounding into you ruthlessly, your knees beside your head being held down by his hands, caging you in. He would have you covered in hickeys, bite marks, and bruises from his strong grip on you. Your mind would be blank, only able to focus on the stretch of his cock and the feeling of his hands on you, the burning sensation of the position you've been held in long forgotten and replaced with pleasure. "Fuuuck that's it y/n, want my cum? Want me fill you up hm? Wanna have you dripping my cum all day baby" he'd increase his pace and his groans would echo in your ears. At this point all you can do is beg for his cum, your eyes practically forming heart shapes when you try to focus on his. "A-ah Mirio, gnna cum again, too good, f-fuck" your hands would come up to grasp onto his forearms, not even able to wrap around half of them, leaving little crescent shapes from your nails digging in. Your pussy would clench as you come undone one more time around his cock, giving that extra push Mirio needs to cum. "O-oh fuck, that's it, just like that, fuck you're gripping me so fucking tight. I'm gonna cum baby, gonna fill you so good" and with that his thrusts would stutter while he rides out his high, his cum spilling out the sides of your pussy. Your voices would carry out leaving no secret as to what was happening. Poor Tamaki wouldn't be able to make eye contact with either of you for at least a week without flushing beet red🥺

Sorry if this sucks, I'm in a Mirio mood and uhhhh it ain't healthy anymore

JUSTICE!!!! 📖📰📛🎃🎄

Welcome to hell

here we go again! So my dear friend azv2448 from ao3 made me once again a fic request and who am I to refuse this work of art?

Let us begin!

Marinette was in pain at the hospital, how did she get there you may ask? Well let's wind it back to earlier that day shall we... Marinette has arrived early to school since her boyfriend Damien came to visit with his family to be with her, she was wearing a new design she worked on and was so happy that day as Damien complimented her hard work on the outfit (heard by Rose, Juleka and Ivan) before she heads to her locker to grab and put away her things.

After a while she got a text from her boyfriend who claimed his brother's were fighting, Luka and Kagami came at that moment and spoke about Damien (heard by Max, Kim and Alix) Mari got into a conversation on the Wayne's being here and described each of them to the two before heading for class, this is where once again Lila lies about her connections... This time on the Wayne's, Alya begged Lila to get her an interview but Lila claimed that they were in Spain at the moment... Which was destroyed by Alix, Max and Kim who revealed that Mari knew them and that on there social media accounts... All of them were saying how they were in Paris for Damien to see his girlfriend.

Lila did not like those three after that...

Class went on without a fuss after that, Caline did look towards Marinette to make her fix things between the four but she simply focused on her notes instead, lunch came around and Mari dashed to the bakery to eat with her boyfriend... Ignoring Adrien's call to make her stop so they could talk, Lila began to lie about the outfit Mari was wearing "Alya... The outfit that Mari is wearing well... I made it and she stole it from me!" she was only able to cry for a few seconds before the members of Kitty Section revealed what they saw and heard between Mari and Damien on the outfit.

Lila began to glare at a good number of her classmates when Mari came back from lunch, she was confused of course but it wasn't any of her business to begin with, so she went to her seat and prepared to take notes... Only for Adrien to sit next to her... Close to her, she didn't like it to be honest and would repeatedly ask him to move away from and about how he was too close to her, miss Mendeleiev ended up telling Adrien to sit away from Marinette or she would have him switch seats with another classmate.

He sat still and away from her after that...

Before class ended, her left her a note, she read that he wanted to tell her something after class so she decided to see what this was about, so when she was at her locker, she texted Damien that she had to talk to Adrien and then they could head to the bakery, she waited by the steps for him, she noticed his ride was already there as he ran over to her, he panted a bit but she waited patiently for him to say what he had to say, he then stood straight as Nathalie called for him to get in the car for a photoshoot "Marinette Dupain-Cheng" he said making her look at him confused.

"I really like you... I've had a crush on you since Alya said you had a crush on me... Won't go out with me and become my girlfriend?" he asked with his usual bright smile, Adrien was so excited for this! Ladybug has none stop rejected him... This made him see that she wasn't as perfect as he thought she was in his eyes, as a result he decided to try and find someone better, then one day at lunch Alya decided to reveal to everyone at school that Mari had a huge crush on Adrien... Making him see how perfect and better she was then Ladybug.

Mari on the other hand... Was so confused, she had already moved on from Adrien before telling him that they were no longer friends now that she knew which side he was on, after that she focused more on herself and her relationship with Damien, she sighed and simply rejected him with a simple "No" then she left to join Damien who was coming over and left for the bakery... Without knowing what Adrien was thinking at the moment.

After that... Mari began to receive videos and pictures from Adrien, he would claim that either she agrees to go out with him and then to date him... Or he would ruin her life. The videos were pretty much of Lila showing torn up clothes and things she owns and claiming Mari did this to everything, she was also claiming that Mari has been stealing her designs... If someone believed her then Mari would lose her future as a designer... As for the pictures, they were of Adrien, he had bruises, nail marks and hickeys on his body.

Even an idiot would know that these pictures were to claim that Adrien is being forced into sexual conduct with someone and they were physically harming him to keep quiet... He was planning to claim that she was the one doing all of this, she sighed as she forward everything to the Wayne lawyers to take care of this for her... No way was she going to stress over all of this just because Adrien want's to date her now.

Damien would tell her that everything would be alright soon, Adrien would be punished in the end, but then Lila became worst with her lies about Mari and Alya was the main person to attack the sweet girl... And then everything went out of control.

Adrien confronted Mari at the steps, Nathalie was once again outside the car telling Adrien that they needed to go now, he was yelling at Mari, demanding for her to date him or he would lie to the public that she was a rapist and a thief... But she refused, told him that even if he did... He would lose the Agreste brand in the end.

So... He pushed her down the stairs...

The effect was instant, Nathalie screamed in horror at what Adrien just did, Tim called for an ambulance as Jason and Dick began to do a bit of first aid on Mari, Bruce began yelling at Nathalie that he would sue the Agreste brand for all they are worth for what Adrien did to the future miss Wayne... All the while Damien was trying to control his anger.

Mari was rushed to the hospital to be treated, her parents were terrified of the bad news that might be given to them about there sweet little girl, Damien just began to lose it with his anger... Causing him to be akumatized into Nightmare (he is dressed a little like a combination of his Robin outfit and the Batman outfit but black and styled a bit more for League of Assassins) he then left to punish Lila, Alya and Adrien for everything they did to his sweet angel.

He showed them no mercy, he outed each of them as he grabbed them... Lila was taken by the police to be seen by a judge to decide her faith, Alya was yelled at by her parents as multiple lawsuits were being made at her blog posts and Adrien was now looked at with hatred as he disappointed all of Paris as Cat Noir as Nightmare took the ring... Then he grabbed Hawkmoth and Nathalie and revealed the butterfly and peacock miraculous they used.

Both of them were arrested that same day...

Then... Nightmare did something no one has ever seen... He took out the akuma himself and destroyed it... All on live TV for all of Paris to see, when Damien returned to the hospital, Mari was awake with only a minor concussion from the fall by some miracle (Tikki secretly healed her before any scans were done on her holder) in a matter of weeks things changed... Lila was deported back to Italy to suffer for her lies and actions, the Ladyblog was shut down and Alya was banned from ever making another blog, the Agreste brand was transferred to Marinette who renamed it MDC, Gabriel and Nathalie were in jail and Adrien was sent to London where he now lives with his aunt Amélie and his cousin Felix.

Hell was truly... Brought down on them...

... Why the fuck do I find this hot!!!??? (♡˙︶˙♡)

𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚍

Pairing: Mirio/Reader

Word count: 2002

Tags: 18+ ONLY, dark content, dubious consent, non-con (just to be safe), bull hybrid!mirio, lamb hybrid!reader, reader is gender neutral, but they are written with a vagina, they're also referenced to be chubby very briefly, creampie, rough sex, mentions of scratches and v minor sex related injuries, stomach bulging (from mirio's monster dong), breeding kink.

AN: so this is a repost from a fic i wrote a while back on my old account, so if you somehow recognise this, that's why. i've also edited a bit of it, so if you see any new typos, no you didn't <3

Everyone knew to never venture near the field tucked away at the edge of the farm, hybrids and workers alike. They’ve all heard the stories, the legends of the creature who inhabits the pasture tucked as far away from the public eye as possible. But you’ve always been such a curious little thing, that much is obvious to Mirio, who lies under the shade of an overgrown tree, pretending as if he doesn't see you out of his peripheral vision. You show up every day without fail, despite the countless warnings you’re sure to have received; only your eyes and fluffy white lamb ears protrude over the wall to his field as you stare at him with a wide-eyed gaze, positively sparkling with awe and unbridled curiosity.

He knows he must look fascinating to such a small, delicate thing like yourself. Where you’re all soft curves and dainty features, he’s colossal, with bulging muscles, sharp eyes, a galaxy of scars carved into his flesh. But clearly something calls you to venture down to his territory, to spend your time marvelling at his horns, his tail, the rings that adorn his nose and nipples, as if he’s some kind of mythical creature. And in a way, he muses, whatever the other hybrids whisper about him in the security of their barn must craft him into something only seen in fantasy, the farm's very own minotaur.

But of course, for such an inquisitive creature, he knows it’s only a matter of time until the wall isn't close enough for you, until your little legs clamber up the stonewall in a desperate attempt to sneak a closer look. After all, something so large surely couldn’t move as fast as an agile hybrid as you?

He snorts in faint amusement as he continues sharpening his horns against the tough bark of a tree. He can hear the grass rustling behind him, the sound of quickened breaths and a racing heartbeat make it obvious just who is cowering in the tall reeds. But he waits, feigning obliviousness, waiting until you creep just a little closer… Just a little more...

Before you have a chance to blink, he’s diving into the bushes behind him, pinning your helpless, naked figure to the dirt floor by your neck as he towers over your writhing body. He pays no mind to the sharp, panicked squeaks and bleats that tumble from your agape lips, your eyes now wide with fear rather than mere intrigue.

“P-Please mister! I wasn’t going to steal anything, I j-just wanted a closer look, please l-let me go, you’re 'urting me!”

Cute.

You look so adorable begging beneath him with pretty, teary eyes, akin to diamonds as they gleam under the fading sun. He takes his time raking his eyes over you, finally having the opportunity to observe you in all your glory, opposed to the small percentage of your pretty face he had been teased with for so many torturous weeks.

“But I’ve been all by myself for so long, little lamb, now I have some company I’m not so sure I’m willing to let you go.” There’s still panicked adrenaline rushing through your veins, that much he can tell, but with every inhale through his nose, the unmistakable scent of arousal only gets stronger. He leans down, exhaling heavily through his nose just so he can watch the way his breath cascades across your face, your little ears flinching from where they lay pressed into the dirt.

“And by the way your body is responding, it seems as though you want me to keep you here.” You’re frozen now, prey instincts overtaking any of your human ones as you submit wholly to the hulking hybrid leering over you, your body going lax against the dirt floor. Mirio doesn’t see the need for any more words, not when the fear slowly ebbs from your once wide eyes, now glossed over with barely constrained lust, your hips twitching upwards to grind against his hardening cock.

He watches with keen eyes as your head snaps down to stare at the hot, heavy length that currently rests upon your stomach, the only response you’re able to provide being an adorable stuttered gasp. He knows you’ve only ever seen his cock when it’s limp, resting against his thigh as he basks in the sun, and while it’s still impressive then, it’s a whole different experience seeing the size of it compared to your body.

It throbs painfully from where it lays trapped between his defined abdomen and the soft skin of your tummy, the reddened tip of his cock twitching just below your chest. It’s adorable, he thinks as he watches you gaze at it, the same look of wonderment dancing in your irises as when you’d peak at him from over the wall. But there’s also a hunger he recognises too, one that is no doubt reflected in his own eyes as he measures up just how bloated your already adorably chubby stomach will be once he’s buried inside of you. It’s a thought that has the last shred of his patience dissipating with the gentle country breeze, large hands folding your legs up, and up, until your knees are pushed into the soil by your now dirtied ears, your pretty, dripping cunt now exposed to his ravenous, predatory eyes.

If the sounds you made as you lay shaking in fear under him were a delight to his ears, then the sweet, melodic mewls that he coaxes from your lips with the first contact of his tongue to your dripping pussy is truly a masterpiece to behold. Every swipe of his wet muscle against your clit only encourages higher pitched whines, your little hands curling around his protruding horns for much needed purchase as he eats you out akin to a starved man presented with his first full meal in months. It’s messy, with a mixture of saliva and arousal coating both his chin and your thighs as he fucks his tongue mercilessly into your dripping hole. It’s clear that you’re not too experienced, not when your legs tremble from where they’re pressed into the soil, your cunt already pulsating around his tongue as you mindlessly babble through your first climax. But he doesn’t stop, it’s as though he can’t get enough of you; your euphonious whimpers, the sweet taste of your pussy as you cream against his mouth for the nth time.

By the time he’s finally lifting his face from your spasming pussy, you’re boneless, harsh inhales coupled with choked off sobs wrack your fragile chest, and you look positively delicious. He keeps you folded in half as he clambers atop you, moving to mount your pussy as he aligns his cock to your trembling hole, his fingers coming up to wrap into the bark of the tree to anchor himself.

Despite spending countless minutes with his tongue buried in your cunt, he watches with intrigue as the first push of his cock past the heat of your pussy has your mouth parting in a silent scream, a stream of endless tears cascading down your face, intermingling with the soil as it drips onto the dirt below. Anyone else in his situation would coo, still their hips, and croon an endless stream of praise and encouragement against your trembling little lamb ears.

But Mirio doesn't do soft, or sweet. Not in any capacity.

Instead of fond pity, your tears only serve to ignite a fire in his gut, his eyes zeros in on the way you’re split in half by his cock. He’s like a man possessed as he cants his hips downward with such force that his balls slap against your ass, not hesitating to immediately set a pace so brutal it’s unsurprising that he has your screams echoing through the dusk air.

His trance is broken when he feels your nails clawing desperately at his thighs, his gaze zeroing in on your expression, the fucked out and vacant sheen to your once awestruck eyes only makes him double down on his thrusts, pushing himself to go faster, to fuck you harder into the dirt until you’ve left a permentant impression of your body into his field.

He can feel any control he had over his body rapidly slipping, between the way your pussy is wrapped so tightly around his cock, and the feeling of your tremulous heartbeat through the walls of your cunt, it’s a miracle he doesn’t look as gone as you.

But the one thing that has him teetering on the edge of full blown ferality is the unfathomably large outline of his cock that protrudes from your swollen stomach. He’s in awe at how such a small cunt can even fit all of him in, yet it doesn’t once cross his mind to think about how much pain you must be in, nor does he care about the pathetic little bleats and hiccuped wails that flow freely from your tear soaked lips. No, the only thing that occupies his mind is an echoing chant to “breed, breed, breed”.

His fingers flex harder against the cracked bark, the tree groaning in protest as he leans his full weight against its trunk, rough snorts of frustration forced from his nostrils as the roots begin to give in, unable to hold his weight. Just before he forces the tree over, he pries his fingers from splintered wood, and hooks his arms under your body, pulling you roughly up to his chest, manoeuvring you like a ragdoll until your face is pressed against one of the metal rings through his pierced nipples, your arms left to loosely grip at whatever flesh you can reach before his hips kick up again, his cock never once having left the heat of your now dripping, abused hole.

“There we go, there’s my good little lamb. You’re takin’ a bull’s cock like you were made for it, precious, hah, who knows, maybe you were? A lamb, destined to be bred by me, to be bloated with my cum.”

He’s positively feral now, his hips pounding against your limp body with enough force to bruise, not that he fares much better with the scratches along his back and arms to prove it. It’s purely animalistic, deep grunts and growls intermingled with your high, keening moans as you both lose your minds in each other’s bodies.

Any hope either of you had of clinging on to your dwindling sanity is snapped the second one of his hands moves to grip your fluffy tail that rests just above the swell of your sore ass, your cunt clamping down on his cock as you cum so hard you lose all sense of direction, near blacking out as your arousal soaks his cock and abdomen. He can’t help but follow straight after you, cumming with a baritone growl as he slaps his hips to yours one final time, seemingly endless ropes of his cum slowly filling out more of your stomach until you’re left looking exactly how Mirio wants you to: well and truly bred. He’s slow to pull out, grinning cockily when he hears you whine at how empty your abused pussy feels, only for the smile to morph into a predatory snarl as he watches his cum leak from your slit in thick rivulets.

He’s quick to drop you to the ground, lining his rapidly softening length back to your hole and pushing his seed back into your cunt with determination, uncaring of your overstimulated sobs and he once again gets lost in your positively addictive heat.

By the time the farmers notice that one of their sweet little lambs is missing, they’re already far too late. Because there’s nothing they can do, watching with a mixture of horror and lust as they stare on at the way your drooling cunt swallows every inch of their bull hybrid’s cock, not when he’s staring back at them, eyes gleaming with murderous intent,

“This is my hole to breed, try and take it from me and I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”