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Based on a real conversation I had
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pizza-bug · 2 months
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gotcha p1
i havent drawn in a while and nothing gets you going more than an angsty aged up au drawing . like man .
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saytr · 6 months
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Ladybug and Chat better be growing in S6, i want a tall thin Cat who has no control over his top long limps and a small Bug who wants to climb her BF for kisses!
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kikigeh · 7 months
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I am legitimately giggling because never in my life would I have ever imagined Toxinelle/Shadybug canonically looking like a clickbait youtube edit OC
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galahadwilder · 18 days
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31-year-old Lila shows up at Agreste Fashions asking to be let in because she’s Monsieur Agreste’s wife.
Two problems:
1. They kept the name for continuity, but Agreste Fashions is named for Madame Agreste. Who, outside of professional settings, uses her maiden name, Dupain-Cheng.
2. There is no Monsieur Agreste. Adrien also uses Dupain-Cheng, both personally and professionally (which is also for continuity, since it means Tom and Sabine have less to explain when they say that the bakery is a family business).
Anyway the receptionist, who’s been warned about this, decides to make Lila wait in the waiting room and see how long it takes for her to get fed up and leave
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ladynoirfanao3 · 2 months
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Omg so excited for this Shadrien kiss commission from the amazing @danismilek from my fic “Dawning Light!” 🥰😍
Link to fic below (had to change to show entire fic because Tumblr is weird about not showing it right in the link preview 😭)! Fic is rated E for just a couple scenes and only has one chapter left to post! Snippet below as well 😁
Shadybug stalked across the room and stopped in front of him, her glare returning as she looked up into his eyes. “You need someone watching out for you. You're too damn good.” Her hand reached up and fisted his shirt at his collar and for a second, Adrien wondered if she was going to throw him across the room. Instead she yanked him down, her lips meeting his in a searing kiss.
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wiitchkins · 2 years
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10 years later ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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lawchan89 · 3 months
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People who think arc 2 of The Dragon Prince and the Percy Jackson series are objectively bad series need to get off their high horses and be exposed to actual horribly written and executed shows so they can be knocked down a few pegs
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fandom-smut-shots · 1 year
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Luka Couffaine x Reader - Ride
Request: Do you accept requests right now? Cuz it would be nice if you could write something smut with Luka with him first as Viperion
Smut warning. Luka/Viperion and the reader are both legal adults.
Again, totally open to any gender for the reader, but if it’s not specified (especially with smut) I automatically write female. Use of one feminine pet name.
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             Your heart hammered in your chest as you clung to the wall of the back alley, hiding in the shadows to the best of your ability. Akuma attacks were scary enough to watch on TV, but experiencing one yourself was absolutely terrifying.  Everything was loud – the thunderous roar of the akumatized villain, the adrenaline-fueled cries of Ladybug and Cat Noir, the frightened shrieks of victims and passersby. You panted heavily as you sank to the ground, tucking your knees against your chest and willing yourself to appear as small as humanly possible. All you wanted to do was hide. Utter helplessness stabbed at your heart, urging a round of tears to well up in your eyes.
           A wave of something washed over the city, and you gasped at the sudden serenity you felt in the air. Rising to your feet, you tentatively glanced around the corner to find the streets full of normal, non-victimized citizens. A sigh of relief fell from your lips at the realization that the miraculous heroes must have defeated the villain once again.
           “Are you alright?” came a soft, soothing voice from your right. You jumped at the sudden noise, turning to face one of the heroes that Ladybug and Cat Noir must have called in for backup. Viperion, his name was, if you remembered correctly. The snake hero. Damn, he was so much more attractive up close. You’d only seen him at a distance before, across town or on TV. But with him here, standing in front of you, you were likely to lose yourself in his electric blue eyes, gazing at you tenderly as though you were a close friend instead of just a civilian.
           “I’m fine,” you finally managed to exhale. “I ran over here to hide. The villain didn’t see me.”
           “I’m glad you’re not hurt,” Viperion smiled softly, and damnit if his tone didn’t send a chill up your spine.
           “Thanks for your help, Viperion,” came Ladybug’s familiar voice, and you turned to see her approaching from the left. “Oh, hey there. Are you okay?”
           You nodded. “Yes, I’m okay, thank you. You guys were amazing out there.”
           She smiled sweetly. “Just doing our jobs, but it’s nice to be appreciated.” She then turned to Viperion. “Thank you so much for your help. We wouldn’t have been able to capture the akuma without you.”
           The snake hero bowed politely. “It was my pleasure, Ladybug. I suppose you’ll be taking my miraculous back now?”
           Ladybug nodded. “I’m afraid it’s time.”
           “I should go then,” you murmured. As much as your curiosity was eating at you, you understood that their true identities absolutely must remain secret, even from a single random citizen.
           “Thank you,” Ladybug nodded towards you, and you returned it. You crept away from the alley, sauntering through town and making your way home.
           Moments later, a hand grasped your forearm, and you turned around with a gasp. The hand belonged to Luka Couffaine, your friend’s twin and your long-harbored crush.
           “Where did you come from?” you inquired, your eyes darting behind him towards the alley.
           “I was so worried about you,” he murmured instead, taking your hands in his.
           “What?” you questioned, tilting your head in confusion. “Why?”
           “I thought the villain had gotten you,” he admitted. “I looked for you in the crowd, but I couldn’t find you.”
           What? Luka was looking for you?
           “I was hiding,” you explained, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks as he tightened his hold on your hands. “Why were you looking for me?”
           The softest blush dusted his cheeks, and he ducked his head in the cutest way possible. “I wanted to make sure you were safe.”
           Warmth spread through your core as you gazed at the blue-haired boy. You gnawed at your lower lip, feeling a surge of confidence as you stepped closer to him.
           “Why were you so concerned with my safety?” you inquired, standing close enough that when Luka lifted his head, you could feel his breath on your face.
           Electric blue orbs bore into yours, and you felt your knees weaken. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine, but you forced yourself to remain upright and confident.
           “I like you,” he murmured softly, lacing his fingers through yours.
           “You do?” you whispered back, your eyes darting between Luka’s eyes and lips.
           He dipped his head, resting his forehead on yours. “Yes, I do.”
           “I like you, too,” you informed him, removing your hands from his in order to place them on his chest.
           His hands found your hips, and his breath ghosted over your lips. You watched his gaze drop to your lips before meeting your eyes once again.
           “Can I kiss you?” You barely heard his voice, your eyes already closing from the proximity. You managed a nod, exhaling a sigh as his lips pressed tenderly to yours. Warmth flooded your chest at the contact, spreading through your belly before settling in your groin. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but as Luka’s grip on your hips tightened, you found yourself growing more and more comfortable in his arms.
           “Can I take you home?” he whispered huskily against your lips. “We don’t have to do anything. I’d just really like to spend more time with you.”
           Your heart hammered in your chest. You’d had a crush on the blue-haired boy since high school, but you were certain he was in love with Marinette. You didn’t consider he’d ever see you in that light.
           “I’d like that,” you exhaled with a nod. “I have an apartment not far from here.”
           He pulled back to smile softly at you. “Lead the way.”
             It was a short walk back to your place, but it felt like forever as Luka laced his fingers with yours, gently squeezing your hand. Your entire body was tingling from the kiss, and you hoped it wasn’t too soon to take things further with the boy you’d loved for so many years.
           When you finally approached your front door, your fingers trembled as you fumbled with your keys. You hoped he didn’t notice as you struggled to insert the key into the lock before finally managing to click it open. He followed suit as you opened the door and stepped into the apartment, his soft gaze wandering across your furniture and belongings.
           “Would you like something to drink?” you offered awkwardly, standing in the middle of the kitchen. “I’ve got water and tea, or I could make some coffee.”
           Luka shook his head, padding closer until he stood before you. “All I need is you.”
           You exhaled a shaky breath at his words, gazing up into his cerulean eyes. “Are you sure?”
           In lieu of a verbal reply, he lifted a hand to cradle the side of your face, bringing your lips to his. You melted into the kiss, your eyes fluttering closed as you pressed back against him. Your hands rested on his chest as his other hand found the small of your back, pulling your figure to his. He began walking backwards, his lips still tangled with yours, leading you out of the kitchen. He managed to find the hallway before he reluctantly broke the kiss.
           “Bedroom?”
           You offered a nod, claiming his lips as your fingers fisted lightly in his jacket, keeping him close as you walked him towards your room. You reached blindly behind you to turn the knob, kicking the door open as you led Luka inside. He spun you around, closing the door and pinning your back to it. You exhaled sharply at the contact, surrendering to him completely. You could feel his smirk against your lips as he kissed you again, his hands sliding down your sides until they wound behind you to grope at your ass. You whimpered into the kiss, sliding one hand to the back of his head and tangling your fingers in his two-toned locks. He grunted softly, and the sound went straight to your core, adding to the heat pooling between your legs.
           “We don’t-“ he panted in between kisses, “we don’t have to do anything.”
           His lips peppered kisses across your jaw and down your neck, despite his considerate words. You gasped as he bit down on your collarbone, nibbling at your skin.
           “I want to,” you managed, lifting his head up to meet your gaze. “If you do.”
           He nodded quickly, kissing you hard. “I do. Very much.”
           His hands gripped the backs of your thighs, tugging you close to his body. You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He carried you to your bed, kissing you passionately as he sat down with you on his lap. His hands groped greedily at your ass, and you moaned into his mouth, sliding a hand into his hair. You tugged experimentally at the two-toned strands, drawing a low groan from Luka’s throat that sent another rush of heat straight to your core. He broke the kiss, and you opened your mouth to protest. Before you could form a single word, his perfect lips latched onto your neck, sucking a deep hickey into your skin, and you whimpered, throwing your head back. You tugged harder at his hair, feeling him groan against your neck.
Your fingers pushed at the fabric of his jacket, prying it off his shoulders. He unwound his arms from your waist in order to pull at the sleeves, tossing the garment to the floor. His hands, warm from his natural body heat and calloused from years of strumming his guitar, slid beneath your shirt, over the bare skin of your sides, and your breath hitched in your throat. He removed himself reluctantly from your neck, gazing up at you to ensure the sound hadn’t been hesitation.
           His lips pressed tenderly to the underside of your jaw. “Are you good?”
           Cupping his face in your hands, you ducked your head, capturing his lips with your own. “More than good,” you huffed against his mouth.
           He smirked softly, a gesture that you felt more than saw, as his hands slid further upwards, pulling the fabric of your shirt along with them. You raised your arms above your head to allow the garment to removed completely, leaving Luka to stare wantonly at your breasts, still nestled in your bra.
           “God damn,” he exhaled, his hands slowly lifting to cup your boobs, squishing them experimentally. He tilted his head up to claim another kiss, to which you responded eagerly, as his hands slid around your back to unclasp your bra. You slid your arms out of it, tossing it aside and guiding Luka’s hands to your bare chest. He groaned into the kiss at the feeling of your skin beneath his hands, his fingers dancing across your nipples. You pressed closer, arching your back, and he took a nipple between his fingers, twisting it gently. You whimpered into his mouth and he broke the kiss, ducking his head to wrap his lips around the hardening bud. You tangled a hand in his hair, tugging at the cerulean locks until he groaned around your nipple. He sucked on it until you moaned loudly, detaching himself only to switch sides and repeat his assault on your other breast.
Lustful clouds fogged your brain as you lost yourself in his hands and lips, your own hands across his shoulders. Finding fabric where you wanted to feel skin, you reached lower, taking handfuls of his shirt and tugging upwards. Luka released your breasts and lifted his arms, wiggling out of his shirt before you threw it somewhere behind you. Your fingers danced down his chest and your teeth gnawed at your lower lip as your eyes raked over his toned figure. You’d always known he was the type to eat well and work out, but goddamn you hadn’t expected him to be chiseled like a marble statue. His lips split into a grin as he watched desire pool in your eyes, his hands resting on your hips and tugging them against his own. You moaned in surprise, grinding your hips down to repeat the sensation. The action pulled a moan from his throat as well, and you offered him a satisfied smirk.
           “How do you want me?” you found yourself asking, grinding your hips on his lap. You were almost certain there would be a stain on his jeans from the wetness seeping through your panties.
           “Just like this,” Luka replied, leaning back and gripping your hips in order to thrust upwards, drawing a whimper from your throat. “Is that okay?”
           “Fuck yeah,” you gasped. You braced your hands on his chest, pushing yourself off of his lap. He opened his mouth to question you when your hands found the fastening of your jeans, undoing the button and zipper before hooking your thumbs into the waistband. His mouth hung agape as you slowly slid your pants down your smooth legs, revealing more skin for him to grope and kiss and suckle. His own pants grew uncomfortably tight as he gazed at you in nothing but soaked panties, which you slowly shimmied out of, kicking them to the side once they reached your feet.
           “Your turn,” you grinned, watching as he scrambled to peel off his jeans and boxers. Shoes had already been discarded, and you both stripped off your socks before you climbed back onto his lap. Feeling his hard cock rubbing against your dripping cunt had you moaning lowly, resting your forehead against Luka’s in an attempt to ground yourself.
           “Condoms?” he questioned softly, trying to focus his mind on something other than how good your pussy was about to feel wrapped around his length.
           You reached out your arm, blindly feeling around for the drawer of your nightstand. Upon locating it, you pulled it open, thrusting your hand inside before pulling out a string of condoms and passing them to Luka.
           He offered you a husky chuckle. “How many do you think we’re going to need?”
           “Let’s find out,” you grinned. He mirrored your expression before separating one wrapper from the rest, tearing it open with his teeth. You rose up on your knees to give him room to slide it on, wrapping your arms around his neck and peppering kisses down his jaw. He tilted his head back as he took his length in hand, lining the tip up with your entrance. You moaned in unison as you sunk down to the base, your cunt clenching at the stimulation of being so full.
           “Fuck,” Luka groaned lowly as you began rocking your hips, lifting upwards and grinding back down. You braced your arms on his shoulders for leverage as you picked up your pace, rocking and grinding against his cock. He tilted his head up to capture your lips, swallowing your moans as you sloppily returned the kiss. Luka’s hands found your hips, pulling you down harshly on his length, moaning into the kiss at how deep he was inside you. He used his grip to thrust upwards into your heat, breaking the kiss to dip his head and sink his teeth into your neck. A moan ripped from your lips as you tilted your head back, granting him more access. Your nails dug crescents into the skin of his shoulders as you struggled to match his thrusts.
           “You feel amazing,” the blue-haired boy panted against your neck. “So much better than my imagination.”
           “You’ve imagined this?” you whimpered as he shifted his hips to thrust at a different angle, finding the special spot inside you that had you clenching around him. “Fuck! Right there!”
           He smirked, holding the angle to repeatedly hit that spot. You moaned shamelessly, dropping your head onto his shoulder.
           "Of course I've imagined this," Luka growled into your ear. “I just never thought you felt the same way.”
           His grip on your hips tightened as he felt you clench harder around him. His thrusts came faster, sharper, chasing your release and pounding relentlessly into your tightening heat. Moans and whimpers tore from your throat at the assault, your fingernails dragging across his broad shoulders, leaving red lines in their wake.
           “Cum on my cock, princess,” he groaned, nipping at your earlobe.
           “Fuck!” you yelped, your body seizing as your orgasm crashed into you. Luka moaned as you clenched impossibly tighter around him, biting down on his shoulder as you came.
           As you rode out your orgasm, the blue-haired man’s thrusts grew sloppy as he chased h8is own release. He wrapped one arm around your back, pulling your chests flush together. His other hand remained on your hip, holding himself as deep inside your heat as he could.
           “Oh, fuck,” he moaned lowly into your ear, his hips going completely still. His release unloaded into the condom as he remained inside you, both of you panting heavily.
           You lifted your head from his shoulder, gazing up at Luka. He offered you a smile, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. The hand on your hip rose to cradle the back of your head, gently carding his fingers through your hair. You rested a hand on his neck, the other caressing his toned chest.
           “I know we did things a little backwards,” Luka commented, resting his forehead against yours, “but I’d really like to take you on a date.”
           “I’d love that,” you grinned, stealing another chaste kiss from his lips.
           He began trailing kisses down your jaw, his hand on your back shifting to caress your side. You tilted your head to allow him more access, sliding a hand into his hair and gently tugging on the two-toned strands.
           “But right now,” he murmured against your skin, “I think we should see how many of those condoms we can go through.”
           You gasped as you felt his length twitch inside you. “That sounds like a fucking plan.”
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litcrazh · 1 year
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chat noirs twitter throughout the years
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art-the-f-up · 5 months
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the future is wild, yo.
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overworkedunderwhelmed · 10 months
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“Mind if I sketch?”
Adrien blinked, glancing up at her. “Not at all. We’ve probably both watched this more than once.”
She smiled, her pencil expertly flying across the page.
She hunched over the book but the tension in her shoulders practically melted as soon as his fingers pressed slightly on her skin.
Adrien sat up, dying to see how her sketch came together. She wasn’t exactly hiding the sketchbook, but his father had always been a little fretful about letting anyone see a sketch in progress. “Wouldn’t it help to have it paused?”
“Not with the TV screen so small. Stills can provide a lot of detail, but,” Marinette confided absently, as she continued to sketch, “I want to see how the fabric would move.”
For one tense moment, Adrien’s breath caught in his throat as the flash of a few spots caught his eye.
Why would Marinette care how the fabric moved on Ladybug? Unless…
Unless.
Unless she was making a dress herself. 
Or thinking about it very seriously.
Suddenly, Adrien needed to know. His mind raced, struggling to remember every little detail he could about what Marinette had mentioned about her friend who made her dress on their first date.
She had been a little protective about those details. Of course, she had also been pretending to be Kagami… 
Thanks to the amazing @xhanisai I now how more lovely art commissioned for The Rules of Engagement!
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edendaphne · 2 years
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TFW your fiancée flirts with you while she's doing the superhero thing 😳
Sketched this a few months ago but I'm only just now getting around to posting it XD 
(From this nameless Lukanette AU)
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saytr · 1 year
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Doodle dump
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Boy, where’s your Mother? Fall Down Dead Dirty Mind, Dirty Mouth, Pretty Little Head
For @buggachat‘s Drowning (In Plain Sight), which is currently giving me brain worms
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jattendschaton · 1 year
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Thinking about how completely distraught Chat Noir was after using his cataclysm on a human being and how that is going to affect him going forward
Also thinking about how he immediately turned to Ladybug begging her to fix it and how much it’s going to affect her knowing he relies on her but there are some things she can’t repair
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