*blush, Squels And Faints*==

*blush, squels and faints*=￣ω￣=

maybe? first time with vax x reader?

A lil spice 🌶 🥵? Some romance?? 😉

was thinking of making it hc’s but now it’s a Drabble 🥰🔥 18+, smut

It was one of those rare sleepless nights for Vax. Be it his nerves, his thoughts, the lingering traces of a nightmare. Or whatever feelings he felt bubbling up for you.

Nights like these, he was grateful for the keep’s broad halls and separate rooms, seeing as how he felt like a talk might soothe his restless mind for the night. And the one he wanted to talk to most was you this moment. The shadows worked in his favor tonight, trying not to wake the others. As he knocked at your chamber’s doors for a good while, he still heard no response. Figuring something was out of the ordinary, he turned the knob to enter.

“Sweet? Peach? You in here? Seeing the covers overturned on your bed, and the cool breeze from the opened window, Vax figured where you might have been. He chuckled at the sentiment, seeing as you had trouble sleeping too apparently. 

It was a starry night that reminded you of back home. Ever since you were little, you admired nights like these because it let your imagination run wild of fantasy worlds that inhabited each star. You would climb up to the top of the family house roof and just admire the stars and give them their own names. Each with their own story and history that let your mind run until it lulled you to sleep. Ever since you had joined Vox Machina, you still kept this habit up especially after the tougher missions. Tonight was one of those nights. 

Liberating Whitestone, facing one too many near-death experiences on your part, and realizing that you may or may not have feelings for one of your best friends. It was a lot to process, but for once this was something in your control that gave you a semblance of your old life. You were snapped out of your revelry as you heard the roof creak with another presence. Soon, you saw Vax’s hand reach up towards the roof as the rogue pulled himself up to where you sat. “Figured you’d be out here tonight. Couldn’t sleep either?” 

You smiled softly as he scooted closer to you. “Am I really that easy to read? A lot’s been going on, and I still like to sit under the stars. Helps clear my mind.” Stars, a cool night, you letting your walls down around him. Was this a sign? Should he take that chance right now. Vax swallowed before he decided his next words. “It is a nice night, but even nicer with you here.” You laughed as you slightly bumped into his shoulder. “Careful Vax’ildan, that sweet talk of yours will get you into trouble.”

“And I know that you’ll be there to get me out of it, just as you always do my hero.” Your laugh rung through the clear night, not making matters any easier on for the poor half-elf’s heart. He inched closer to where your shoulders were practically glued to each other. You turned your head to face him, heart hammering in your own chest and eyes searching for any indication of what you always assumed. 

“Vax...how long have you had feelings for me?” It was so sudden that you practically felt time freeze for you both. You could see the brown eyes widen in anticipation and the blush creep up on his face. He tried to turn away for a while, but you could hear him muttering something under his breath. “What was that?” 

“I said...is it really that obvious? How could I have kept it away for so long?” He laughed nervously, trying to play it off before jumping farther into the abyss of his heart. “You know I’m in love with you, but it’s not a big deal...if you don’t feel the same, I understand if...” 

You leaned closer to him and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “That’s what I wanted to hear. I’ve felt the same way too.” Vax smiled at you in such a sweet manner that it squeezed your heart. He returned your kisses, whispering his confessions to only your ears in between them. “I’ve always desired you...for quite some time now. And truth be told, you’re making it harder and harder to NOT act on those feelings right now.” 

This was it. You knew yourself and what you wanted, and you wanted this now with him. “Then prove it then.”

By the time you reached your chambers, you both laid claim to each other. A mesh of touches, kisses, and embraces with clothes strewn across the floor. Your body and kisses accepted the love that poured from Vax as you felt him worship you. You opened yourself and your heart to him, and returned the love you felt. Lying across your bed, your hands joined over your heart as he worshipped every part of you.

Vax never knew how delicious his name sounded on your tongue, but he knew that he never wanted it to stop. He could just languish away for hours, making love to you and bringing each other to endless rounds of pleasure with your touch, hands and mouth. When you took him inside of you, it was a union of souls that longed for each other.

His hips rolling back and forth only increased your pleasure, taking you higher to that peak. Vax’s lips founds yours again, murmuring his heart’s deepest desires. “I’ve wanted you to let me be yours for the longest time now…gods…you’re gonna make me…I’m..”

You clenched around him as he throbbed in ecstasy. The rogue cling to you, hands intertwined and and spread above your head. You had never heard such desperate moans sound so beautiful as wave after wave racked through his body. For a good while, you both laid there spent form your passions. When Vax lifted his head from the crook of your neck, he gently kissed you before pressing his forehead against yours.

After tonight, there was never a sliver of doubt in your mind. Your feelings for him were true, and Vax would go to the ends of the continent with you without hesitation.

😳😳😳😳... Fainted...

—SEX W' ME SO AMAZING !

paring: aged up! bakugou x f! reader.

summary: just a normal steamy time with baku until you tell him you want him to breed you.

warnings: breeding. biting. anal. foul language. mentions of belly bulge. dirty talk. dacryphilia (?) i think that’s all ???? 🥲

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nghh, tysm for all the <3 this got !! enjoy ^_^

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"…k-katsuki…. mmm…. katsuki…"

as you drowned into lust and bliss, the only things that your mind processed was the chain around bakugou's neck that would clank and dangle—and him inside of you.

bakugou's spiky blond hair bounced as he murdered your insides, with your hips twitching and being a whimpering disaster. it wasn't long before you released another orgasm which made his ears twitch.

bakugou was sort of a whiner whenever you too were intimate, which was quite rare if he wasn't swearing every three seconds. his glistening red crimson eyes stared into yours as his as his eyebrows slowly knitted together. he made sure to praise you every moment he got while abusing that cunt of yours. you whined, getting frustrated as he was going slow, probably on purpose just to fuck with you.

"m-more…" you whined. "fuck me.. please.."

"you want me to fuck you harder?" he pants, creeping out an exhausting smile. "alright fine then, dumbass." your eyes slightly widened, as he held your legs up, to the mattress pounded you even harder, with a much quicker pace.

bakugou leaned down and kissed your chin, hearing your whines and murmurs in his ear.

you weren't completely satisfied though. as you felt the latex of the condom inside of you, you couldn't help but scowl. it prevented bakugou from painting your needy walls the color you yearned for. that's all you wanted. for him to breed you.

the naughty thoughts of yours was interrupted as you felt his dick reach deep inside you with one of the thrusts. only choked words escaped your lips, where drool seeped through the corners of your mouth wanting this to never end. "you're close, aren't you, dumbass?" he smirks, knowing your body like the back of his hand.

"y-yes.. fuck!" you whimper in his ear.

"you gonna come all over my fuckin' cock as i kill those insides of yours, hm?" he groans.

"yes katsuki…" you answered as he gripped your throat with one hand. "p-please… it feels so good… oh my g-god.."

bakugou kept pounding inside of you, and felt you let out a whine, before you came, your eyelids becoming heavy; the blond smiled to himself, panting himself, as sweat trickled down his eyebrow. the pro-hero leaned in and gave you a passionate kiss, as you both moaned in each other’s mouths.

after a while, you pulled away to catch your breath, before muttering, "take.. the condom off, katsuki.."

the blond then furrows his eyebrows, staring at you kind of weirdly—his pupils slightly dilated from the current pleasure created from the both of you. you squeezed his hand, your eyes staring deeply into his. "breed me katsuki… please… fill me up inside please… i- i need it.."

bakugou stared at you for quite some time. he already knew that if he did what you asked for, he'd most likely go feral. he wouldn't be able to control himself, and you desperately wanted that. needed that.

he let out a heavy sigh, stroking your lips with his thumb, before planting a soft kiss on your mouth. "you're crazy, you know that? are you sure, y/n? we've never-"

"i know.. i just.. i want it so bad katsuki…" you desperately cried.

bakugou stared at you with a straight face, his scary lust-filled gaze intimidating you alone as he pulled out, searching your eyes to see if you were serious. and he could tell you were. you didn't even break eye contact at all.

"dumbass, if i do that then you'll get pregnant." he replies.

"maybe i wanna get pregnant by you.." you coo, your eyes slowly lowering from the desperate need and wants you yearned for. you got tingles just from the thought of bakugou fucking his kids inside of you. you craved it more than anything, probably more than you should have.

bakugou deadpanned before tilting his head slightly. a single breath escaped his lips. "….are you sure, dumbass. like… really."

"yes, i'm sure.." you speak in a more broken whimper. you watched as your boyfriend panted.

"fuck you're so hot when you're all desperate and whiny," he mutters, a smile forming on your lips as you didn't dare break eye contact. "fine, i'll give you what you want, baby. i could never say no to my cute little dumbass."

your eyes eagerly watched him take off the condom, as he intertwined his fingers with yours—squeezing your hand. bakugou breathed slowly, as he went inside of you, making you whine once more, loving every second. "you're so… fuckin'… loud…," he spoke between each thrust, taking pride in your embarrassed face.

"look at my cock just bulging inside of that cute little tummy of yours," he points out, as he digs his head into the very crook of your neck, sucking on your collarbone. "you wanna be filled up with my milk huh? wanna give birth to my blond bratty kids?"

you nodded, feeling warm tears run down your cheeks. "p-please katsuki… ngh..!"

letting out the most memorable whine he could ever hear, you felt your back arch as his lengthy cock abused your clit. bakugou squeezed your hands, silencing your whines by kissing you. he wiped your tears with one hand as he fucked you into complete oblivion.

"you fucking whore. my fucking whore," he says in between kisses, licking the bottom of your lip. "you want me to make you a mommy huh? the mommy who carries my children… have that belly as nice and swollen for me?"

"y-yes…" you whined, cursing to yourself mentally.

"i can already picture your cute little desperate face," he speaks in a rough voice, biting into your neck. "so so pretty with those tears running down your face. you're so fucking crazy, y/n."

you desperately nod. "i-i wanna have your kids… please fill your kids inside of me katsuki.. i want it so badddd…"

"yeah?" he smirks, his low moans sending you shivers. "you want my fuckin' seed filling you up only to run down your leg? want me to fuck you so good that you won't be able to walk in the morning?"

"please…. pleaseee…" you cry.

you felt so light-headed, wanting nothing more than to feel his milk deep inside you. you couldn't wait, you were too ecstatic. bliss overtook your body as well as pain and of course pleasure. bakugou's pace quickened, as he made your legs wrap around him.

chills raced down your spine, as his moans made you even more soaked. you squeezed his hand, as your legs twitched.

"fuck—! i'm gonna fuckin' cum in you, baby!" he growls, fucking you harder after each thrust.

then, bakugou melts inside of you, literally. his thrusts became shaky, as he bit into your neck again before stopping. his warm cum filled deep inside you, leaving you both a moaning mess.

"fuck yeah," he panted watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. "take it all baby. take my cum fillin' up your cute little insides."

"katsuk-" you croak, before letting out a orgasm. you never felt so full before. it was an entire new feeling for the both of you. bakugou stayed inside of you as he kissed your forehead, —feeling your legs shake from beneath him.

"kat… katsu… suki… kat…"

"aw, did i break you, baby?" he smiles, no better himself. you could hear the shakiness in his voice before he let out another moan. "you can barely even say my name."

you whine, as he pulls you in for a long kiss, before feeling him pull out. he loathed your whines and whimpers so much, it became a mental ringtone in his head. bakugou smiled, full of exhaustion before kissing the sides of your face.

"made me fuck a child into you," he mutters, his hair moving as he laid on your stomach. "now all we have to do is wait, baby."

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Fan of Bakugo daddy kink... The ⛄🌛🌚🌝🌞

Call Me Daddy

Pairing: Dilf!Katsuki x Reader

Warnings: daddy kink, breeding, age gap, authority/power dynamics, praise with a dash of degradation, rough sex, mention of bruising, claiming, belly bulge, size difference, creampie 

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Well. I don’t know what to say. I have been literally so god damn horny with thoughts of Dilf Bakugou today, so I said fuck it, let’s be bred. Special thanks to @whats-her-quirk​ for helping me brainstorm and thirst today, and to @mindninjax​ and @lookslikeleese​ for reading over it all and giving me the love and validation to know I did Katsuki right 💕

It’s a sweet surprise for Katsuki to find you sleeping on the couch when he returns home. An exhausting night of hero work has left him drained, sans for the adrenaline still snaking through his veins. The sight of you makes his heart hammer in the confines of his chest, his cock twitch against the spandex of his hero suit.

You’re not supposed to be here.

You should’ve been gone hours ago, should’ve taken your cute little sundresses in your overnight bag onto the train after his ex-wife came to collect the rowdy kids he pays you to watch over. Instead, you’ve rolled onto your stomach, throw pillow clutched underneath your face, hem of your dress hiked to where he can see the curve of your ass, the fat of your thighs.

The news is rolling on the flatscreen, accounts of his heroic deeds flashing across the pixels. Your dewy skin catches the colors, blues and yellows dancing across your shoulder blades and sinking between your spread legs.

Katsuki’s hands are itching to touch you. The spaces between his fingers feel empty, eager to touch soft skin and the cotton of your panties.

He debates waking you with a hand between your thighs.

You’ve tempted him long enough, spent nearly a year holding his babies in your arms and running around in your shirt and stupid little thongs in the morning to get them fed and dressed. You’re practically a live-in nanny, he might as well reward you with something special for all your overtime.

He removes his gauntlets and mask by the door before crouching down in front of your sleeping form. The way your lashes curl against your cheeks, how glossy and plump your lips are, how smooth your skin is—it all reminds him how fucking old he is. Grey peppers his temples, crows feet kiss his eyes, he’s got scars lining thick muscles.

How young you are just makes you more appetizing. He could teach you a few things, if you let him.

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Edna makes the sickest burn... 0:-)

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Edna Mode was a renowned designer, famed for her harsh but accurate critiques, her fierce and practical lines, and of course, being the designer of the majority of superheroes.

And now she was hosting a fashionista gala, inviting those worthy of a Mode gala. As for those asking for an invite, Edna just asks who they are and calls security.

Lila, as the self-proclaimed BFF of Ladybug, and Gabriel’s muse, had already boasted of receiving the glamorous invitation. It didn’t just come in an envelope, it came out of the sky in a rosewood chest, accompanied by a bottle of wine and canapés. (Or so she says. Adrien and Marinette rolled their eyes. Chloé wasn’t paying attention)

Alya: Girl, I’m so jealous. But hey, maybe this will be a good thing. After all, Adrien is going with Kagami. Chloe will just stick with her mom. That means it’s a chance for you and Marinette to know each other better.

Oh yeah, did I mention that everyone knows Marinette is MDC?

Lila forced a grin but didn’t want to make any promises.

Imagine Lila’s rage to know she wasn’t given an invite because she was just a model. Adrien was the heir to a fashion company. She was not.

With all the bragging Lila did, she can’t back out or Chloe and Marinette will call out her absence. (Chloé learned about Lila being a guest from Sabrina later from gossiping)

So, she stole Marinette’s invitation. She did some editing and made her own customised invite, brandishing it for her class to see.

Marinette saw her invitation missing, rolled her eyes and reported the theft to Edna. Plz, everyone knows Edna invited her. She didn’t really need a piece of expensive paper.

The day of the gala arrived, and Lila brought out her invite.

The guard looked at his clipboard. “You’re not on the list.”

Lila: No, but I do have an invite. Obviously someone must have made a mistake with your list.

The guard snorted. “If that’s the case, then your fingerprints and eye scans should have already been registered. That’s what opens the doors.“

Lila gulped and thought about sneaking in with the next guest. But no such luck. Security made sure one person entered at a time.

As the security guard moved to push Lila back into the crowd of fans, Lila cried out that she knows Ladybug and Gabriel.

Guard: what’s your point?

Lila: You’ll be fired for this!

Guard: Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard this all before.

Another guard just scoffed. “You’re only a model. One of many in the industry. Miss Mode doesn’t care for models.”

Lila: what are models if not the face of fashion?

“Spoiled, stupid little stick figures with poofy lips who think only of themselves” Edna herself was at the entrance, wondering what was causing the disruption in her guest entrance flow.

Lila: How can you say that? Then why would Ladybug be my Best Friend?

Edna: the day Ladybug says she is your Best Friend is the day I wear crocs. And I don’t mean crocodile leather.

Edna points at a random guard. “You, get this so-called model out of the way. She is blocking the queue.

Oh by the way, Edna calling out Lila was caught on camera by the reporters.

One of them questioned why she was kicking out Gabriel’s muse when his son, a supermodel himself, was invited.

Edna: I did not invite the boy because of his face. I invited him because I saw potential (basically she realized he was Chat Noir. She would never invite Adrien otherwise. As seen from her quote, she doesn’t have a high opinion of models) That is, if he ever gets out of his father’s shadow. Because, let’s face it darling, what can Adrien do besides look pretty and play with swords and piano? You would think the boy would be in part of business meetings, but no. At this rate, Gabriel needs this gala to get out of that stuffy house. Realize that maybe his parenting methods are flawed compared to some other talented figures here. Look at Miss Kagami, focused on upholding her family legacy of fencing. MDC already knows how to run her own business after learning a bit from her parents. Even Audrey’s daughter has been joining in on becoming a fashion critic and throwing parties for political parties. But I must go, my guests await.

Back inside the party, guests were avoiding a seething Gabriel’s eyes. He had come to scout out the superhero guests, only to be called out by Edna on live tv.

Marinette went up to Edna and asked one of her fashion idols why she burned the Agrestes in public.

Edna: do you think Gabriel would change his parenting ways if we did not expose them to the influential figures of this industry, as well as the public eye? I guarantee you Adrien will be allowed more freedom of choice, lest Gabriel wants his son to be known as a coddled boy who can’t even make his own decisions.

Edna didn’t bother softening her sharp voice as she says these words.

Adrien flushed.

Quickly changing the subject, Marinette asked why Edna hated models.

Edna: it’s not that I hate them personally. I just hate their jobs and what they represent. Models nowadays are beautiful only according to the world standards. People who see them want to be like them, never mind that the models they see on the screen are airbrushed to unrealistic and impossible perfection. Now models focus only on their own appearance, trying to maintain their beauty as time ages them. They go on diets and become superficial. Whereas outside the modelling industry or such like, you don’t need to be stereotypically beautiful to be worthy. Where your worth is measured in kindness and bravery and talent and intelligence and anything beyond superficiality.

Adrien overheard and he frowned, not liking the idea where his appearance on ads is not exactly right. He only joined the company to make his father happy. But maybe it’s time he stepped into the business side of things and exit the modelling world. Bonus: no more Lila!

Edna snorted, “Though I must admit Gabriel surprised me with his newest model. Her attitude is lousy but she doesn’t strike me as a model. She just doesn’t have that model walk. But enough about the old man, my dear MDC, let’s talk about you. I love your gender-neutral line. And was wondering if you would like to join me in creating my next line of clothes for the Incredibles. A rare opportunity but I like style. Now take this offer before I change my mind.”

Marinette: wait, do I have to fly over or-

Edna: you are too excited, darling, but don’t worry, my assistants will send you the details.

Why are the Incredibles getting a new look? The kids are growing up and Edna wanted to move on to new styles.

As Marinette was flabbergasted, Audrey congratulated her for landing the job. Kagami and Adrien also beamed at her good fortune.

Even the Incredibles admitted they looked forward to working with her. Violet was a big fan.

Gabriel was seething and thought about akumatizing himself but come on, one villain against a room of superheroes? No thanks.

Drinking a glass of wine, he eventually admits that Edna had a point, however loudly and rudely it had been announced.

He would not be around forever and he wanted to leave the company in Adrien’s hands. In order for that to happen, his son needs to know business (if he can’t design, he can hire designers)

And yes, Lila was a lousy model. She survived by shooting with professional models who managed to overpower her mediocre work. But a deal was a deal. Besides, her contract was only for a year.

After the gala, Adrien happily quit modelling (aka Lila) to spend more time with his father, learning about how to run a company.

Marinette and Edna proudly claimed credit for the fashionable Incredibles.

Violet also became the talk of the school for her MDC exclusives.

Lila had been humiliated on air. Alya hesitated but finally did her research. At the end, she collapsed over the ruined credibility of her blog. But she can still get revenge by informing the principal, Ms Bustier and Mrs Rossi what Lila lied about. The perks of being a class vice president for a busy class president is that she also has the contacts list for emergencies.

Considering how Lila framed Marinette, there would be no suspension or detention. Only expulsion. Good luck finding a new school when Edna’s gala was a global topic.

When Lila returned to school for her last week (it takes time to gather evidence and get the attention of busy adults), nobody wanted to talk to her or even exchange glances. She quietly kept to herself, hoping for this to blow over soon. She was still a model working for Gabriel. She could befriend other supermodels (as if. Like they would want to befriend her after Edna called her out)

Hell, even her jobs were down. Gabriel just told her to take test shoots to fill up her portfolio until the hype died down (aka her contract expired)

When Lila was expelled, she was ready to be akumatized into Chameleon again. Except one problem. Everyone avoided her like hell so how could she kiss her target. Even Adrien was told to stay away lest his reputation be tarnished.

Ok, I admit it. I was hit by “I’m no Angel” quotes as I wrote this. But seriously, does anyone feel weird at the idea of trying to become thinner when your weight is just right, all the while you know there are people out there even thinner than you are and are starving, not because they want to be stereotypically thin, but because they cannot afford food?

Wow... 😳😳😳😳😳‹•.•›

SWEETS! CONGRATS!!❤️❤️

Could I please have a smut with King Bakugou and his Queen who already have 2 boys (6 & 3) but Bakugou has been contemplating a bit and feels something Is missing so suddenly one day he looks to reader and says

“I want another.” With a straight face.

Basically a smut if uhm…baby making 😳with a maybe dash of breeding kink 👀 if you’re not comfortable with that ignore the last part!

Bonus! The boys meeting their new sibling after they’re born❤️😫

A/n: oh my anon...😳😳😳

Warnings; sex/smut, some dirty talk, cursing (it’s Bakugou), breeding kink, impregnating kink (I tried) , some fluff, dad Bakugou, characters here are older and in established relationships! Proceed with caution!

Please enjoy~

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"Boys, sit down please the meeting is about to start"

You were currently in the throne room where a meeting was going to be held. Meaning the queen, king and princes must be present. However, you had very energetic bits at the ages of 6 and 3. Your eldest son Hiroshi, and your youngest Sora. You and your husband couldn’t have been happier with the life you had been given. They were your entire life and you loved them no end, but you did wish they had gotten your sense of calm.

"Boys, sit down and listen to your mother, or else No dragon rides ya hear?" Now here comes the king AKA your husband, Katsuki Bakugou the dragon king. Sometimes you were arrayed they listened to their Father more than they did to you but you were the queen. Wherever bakugou would scold them or tell them to listen to you they do it right away.

" Ugh, I could have been training why do we need a meeting again?"

“Because you’re the king and there are things you need to control and run in your kingdom.”

However, he didn’t know the exact reason for this visit. Apparently, there had been an increase in children in the kingdom, and a larger school and more homes had to be built. It was strange actually, he’s been seeing a lot of babies recently.

Not literal babies but baby things. The other day you had found a chest of all the old newborn clothes from when the boys were only a few months old. Next thing you know he’s got kids about the same age as his own from the village, asking to be part of the knights one day. And some of his men had recently become fathers for the first time.

He never thought he’d think about more kids after Sora was born. You had 2 boys and they were the perfect mixture and he couldn’t ask for more in life. But then he remembered how excited you both were during your pregnancy. How beautiful you looked with a baby bump. And the sheer joy of holding a newborn baby and welcoming them into your kingdom.

And of course the fun part of having a baby. Those nights had to be the most passionate, lustful, pleasurable night you both had in a long time. The sensation was unimaginable, the concept itself was thrilling. Filling you up, full of his seed, carrying his child. It was something wild and so erotic about the whole thing. And of course, you being the mother of his children was always a plus. In fact, he actually really hopes you are to have one more because he wants a mini you around.

"Shouldn’t be too hard to tell her.” He thought as he looked at you “it's just that this one would actually be planned and not by just having sex....does she even want another one? Would she want to have more kids?”

"...Katuski?" you said pulling him from his thoughts "You alright?"

"I'm fine what did you say?" he said sitting up straighter

"Well, we need to go down to the village and see exactly where and how we can build it. Boys you'll be staying here since it's almost time for your studies"

He watched as you lead the whining boys to their tutor and bid them goodbye with a kiss on their cheeks. Walking back to Katsuki, he stands and takes your hand in his and you made your way down to the village. You wave as you pass by and of course, Bakugou saw nothing but babies....again.

You were more into this topic than he was since you believed education was important for every child royalty or not. He watched as you interacted with the teachers and the children. How they all looked at you with admiration and love. Just as he was getting a lot in your image he felt a small nudge at his leg. Looking down he saw a young girl with grey hair who held flowers in her small hands. He crouched down to the girl

"You wanna go and give her flowers?" he asked her and she simply nodded. She was shy and seemed nervous to approach you with the gift "You don't gotta be scared, she won't bite. Would you feel better if I went with you?"

She nodded her head and held her flowers closer to her body. Taking her smaller hand in his he walks with the girl to you. "Excuse me but it looks like a bra- young lady has a gift for the queen," he said bringing her in front of him

"Oh how sweet," you smile holding your arms open to welcome her forward "What's your name beautiful"

With a small voice, she holds out the flowers and says "Eri"

"Well thank you Eri, tell me how do you like school," he said picking her up and sitting her next to your seat. Katsuki didn't know but you had fully seen his interaction with Eri and you thought your heart exploded. You never told him how you felt about more children but in truth, you wanted one more. Hopefully a girl. How gentle and calm he was with a little girl who was 1/4 of his size.

Imagining him as a father to your own daughter. He was already incredible with your boys. He made sure they were well-rounded, respectful, and strong in each way they could be...and then again the entire process of making the baby was another experience in itself. He became so primal and dominant, it was difficult not to want to have all his children. In short, if he had said so you would give him another baby.

Funny enough on your way home in the carriage you both turn to one another and he says

"I want another one" with the straightest face possible.

"A-another-"

"Baby. I want us to have another baby.....please," he said taking your hand in his larger one "only if you want to ha-"

"Yes." you said a bit too bluntly "w-well only if you think you can handle 3 kids," you said slightly smugly

Pulling you into his lap "obviously I can, why would I tell you I want another if I couldn't. Besides," he leans into your ear and whispers "now I can fill you up just how you like, as soon as we get home."

That statement alone sent shivers down your spine and warmth through your inner being. You were pretty sure the staff in the castle knew exactly what was happening. Either they would hear you later or Bakugou would tell them not to disturb you for the next few hours. When you came inside and greeted your boys

"Mama!" Sora came and you picked him up for a quick hug

"Dad are we going to train like you said we would?" Hiroshi asked

"Your mother and I are going to have an important meeting, stupid hair is going to cover me today," he said taking your hand and leading you away down the hall "Kirishima, train them, we're busy, don't bother us."

"Oh boy..." he said, "come on guys let's go into the field yeah?" he already knew the drill.....he said the same thing when Hiroshi was 3 then a month later you were pregnant with Sora.

Door locked. Curtains closer. Candles lit. Clothes were torn off.

His lips explored your skin as if he had never touched it before. His large calloused hands knew every curve and dip of your body and traced it like a map. Even after two kids, you felt a bit insecure about the changes to your body. However, he begged to differ. He loved your body with changes and all, he loved it then and he loves it now. He thought you were a goddess.

“You ready for this clock baby? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you” he growled as he sat on the bed with you straddling his lap “what my Queen wants she gets” he said with a sharp smile

“How about, to start, you have some dessert before the main course?” You ask as you cup his face in your hands. With a deep chuckle, he rolls you onto your back. He kisses down your body starting from your neck down between the valley of your breasts, to your stomach, and to your hips. His teeth lightly no at the skin of your hips, as he pushes the back of your knees back and over his shoulders. Wasting No time he dives in and helps himself to have his favorite kind of meal.

His tongue gave a single long lick up your slit to end at your clit. He swirled his tongue around it and sucked on it. Your hands gripped at the sheets at his talented ways of pleasure. Your thighs squeeze and try to together create a welcoming pleasure for the man between your legs.

"mmm~Katsuki...oh gods..." you moan as your fingers rake through his spikey yet soft hair. He pushes himself further into your core as if trying to get impossibly close.

A low grumble-like moan sends vibrations through you, only stimulating deeper sensations. Your legs spread further, giving him more access as you gently start to grind back on his face.

"Ah~Katsuki..I-I think" he knew you were close so he just sped up his tongue as he played and toyed with your bundle of nerves. The knot in your lower abdomen finally snapped. You came like it was the first time..he always had that effect on you. He made you cum hard or he didn't at all.

"You never disappoint, do you?" he chuckled crawling up your body to kiss your lips. His hands bringing your legs to wrap around his hips. His cock teasing and prodding at your wet entrance. He came up to look at you as he eased himself in. Call him a narcissist but he loves to watch how he could make your face distort in pleasure. He loved to slowly enter you and watch your mouth fall open as a sigh escaped your lungs. You fit him so well, so tight but made just for him and no one else.

"Damn it...so fucking good, so good just for me..right?" he asked as he began to thrust into you.

"Y-yes...oh Katsuki" you mewl throwing your head back into the plush pillows. His large hands hold your wrists above your head as his hipa snap against your own. "oh fuck! Katsuki"

"Yeah..take it, take it!" he grunts angling his hips slightly upwards to hit that one spot you loved so much "gonna...gonna fill you up, knock you up....get you all round with my baby. Then another and another, you want that don't you?"

"Y-yes Suki!" he picks you up and sat on his heels to fuck up into you as your straddled his lap. You ride him as his thrusts upwards into you. Your head fallback, lost in the pleasure, the way he filled you and stretched you perfectly. You could feel his precum inside, almost like a teaser for what was to come.

"turn over, I wanna fuck you with that nice ass of your in the air." he smirked kissing your cheek. You turn around and with a sultry look over your shoulder you slowly slide your lower body on to the mattress.

"little minx" he chuckles giving your ass a spank. His cock glides in again. The bed creaks with each thrust he gives, every pant that filled the room. This was pure bliss! No one could make you absolutely melt like he did. You were secretly hoping not to get pregnant this time just so you were able to have this thrill again.

"fuck, gonna cum..cum inside this pussy" he pants grabbing the headboard nearly making it crack under his hold. His cock rammed into you harder and faster than before. You contract around him, coming undone around him. With just a few more thrusts he releases inside of you, still pumping himself into you. Make sure each drop stays inside. He bends over just a bit to lay kisses up your spine and to your shoulder. He rolled over onto his side, still inside of you.

"Even after so many years together, you still know how to get me riled up," he said sincerely cuddling you closer "Let's check on it next week and if nothing pops up, looks like we'll have to keep trying."

Turns out that the passionate session...did not work the first time and in the end, Bakugou decided to make sure to fill at least once every day. Until your next visit from the royal medic. Kirishima had to make sure your kids wouldn't walk in on your both around the castle. The bathhouse, the throne room, the stables, the kitchen...oh the poor castle staff.

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Fast forward about 2 months, you had fallen pregnant with your third child. You were both so happy you couldn't help but cry the moment you find out. This pregnancy was just like the others he took care of you, pampered and spoiled you. He helped you walk everywhere, massaged your feet, and spoke to your unborn child. Of course, he was there when you have birth just as he did the first 2 times.

Something magical about Kind Bakugou Katsuki was your ability to make him cry. For your first son, he cried so much the nurses had thought he wasn't feeling okay. Really he was just so happy to have you and your so his life. He looked at him and saw nothing but the love you both shared in a person who fit in both of his hands. Same thing for your second son and now your baby girl. You had worked so hard, gone through so much and you brought 3 beautiful children into the world.

After the midwives would leave he would like to sit with you both and try to envision what her future would be like.

"She's so beautiful...just like you. And she's going to be so badass" he smirked then a knock came on the door. Two little blonde heads popped in.

"Hey boys, come meet your sister," you say with a tired smile. They walk over quietly and Bakugou lifts them onto the bed. Sora on your side and Hiroshi on his lap

"Boys this is your little sister, Aoi" he introduced her. She had your hair color, his skin tone, and nose but your eye color. However, she also had her father's pout. "I'm counting on your guys to take care of her whenever I'm not around"

"mhm!" Sora said with passion in her eyes "You got it papa!"

"hehe good, I love you guys...so much," he said laying a kiss on your head, gently caresses Aoi’s cheek bringing in his family into a safe and warm embrace

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I hope you enjoyed!

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