#ml once upon a time

[paracosmicat]

Theory that Felix and Kagami did not kill Once Upon a Time

Quick thank you to @asukiess for the take that inspired me to make this post

Not only does it not make any sense given…well…

His very clear feelings on it…

But there may actually be a basis to this! Given that the amok went into Kagami’s ring

We know that when you release a sentimonster, the feather flies out of the object in which the amok was placed. Not out of the sentimonster itself.

When Sentibug was released, she herself just disappeared into the same sort of purple light that she was created with. It’s a little awkward to get an image of this because,,, she is disappearing BUT

We don’t see the feather until the object containing her amok falls to the ground

And now I ask you…would Kagami put her ring in the room just for the dramatics of letting the feather fly out of the room? Seems a little unlikely…

But what is way more likely is that a sentibeing created by Felix would share his love for theatrics

Coupled with the fact that Once Upon a Time seemingly has the ability to create illusions I propose that

This was not the sentibeing getting released

It was Once Upon a Time’s final bow

(Before returning to its parents)

[ninadove]

I’m taking one for the team, keep me in your thoughts

[alazic02]

My full piece for the @onceuponzine Miraculous Ladybug fairytale zine! I did an adaptation of Sleeping Beauty using the knight and princess designs. This one was really fun to work on, and the first time I've done a two-page spread :) The zine currently has its leftover sales open, so please check them out!! There's a lot of really cool merch and beautiful pieces that you don't want to miss, including a tarot deck and tote bag.

Check out what's available!

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[anna-scribbles]

ANNA WRITES AN AIRPLANE... CONTEXT PLEASE

hhaha here

“Would you stop that?”  Chat Noir tensed immediately, the picture of bewilderment as he looked over his shoulder at her, and then flicked his eyes across his whole body as if taking account of everything he could possibly be doing at the moment that she might be asking him to stop. His wide-eyed gaze landed eventually on the book, which he closed gingerly, leveling inquisitive eyebrows at her once he’d set it down. He was still holding that pastry between his fingers, still had sugar on his chin.  “Not the reading, you can keep reading, I still have homework,” Marinette sighed, red and agitated. Chat tilted his head, and he still had sugar on his chin.  “Then what—”  “Would you just,” Marinette cut him off, scooting closer to Chat on the rug. “Just let me,” she took his chin in her hand, tugging him toward her. Marinette swiped a thumb across her tongue and rubbed it hard against his chin, an action so ingrained in her from childhood that she hardly registered what she’d done until it was over, until her hand was laid there resting on Chat’s jaw.  “You had,” Marinette swallowed thickly, suddenly unable to break her gaze from where Chat’s lips sat, millimeters still from her thumb. “You have . . .”

(wip ask game)

[sinkdraws]

Preorders for the Once Upon A Time Zine ( @onceuponzine ) have opened so I can finally post my Little Mermaid!Ladrien print I made <3 

[campbells-content]

I'm thinking about bringing back ship, sink, or swim polls

I did it on amino years ago, but idk if anyone would be into that I'll tag the fandoms that would most likely get polls and maybe post a couple for example

[jascurka]

My preview for Once Upon A Time zine!

@onceuponzine is a Miraculous Ladybug charity zine, featuring fairytales, myths, legends and folklore.

Preorder here!

Preorders close October 31st

[queenlypirate]

Here’s my preview for the Once Upon a Time zine (@onceuponzine), preorders are now open!!

[iridescentmidnights]

The preorders for the Once Upon a Time zine close on Oct. 31st!!! Get ‘em while they’re hot!!! There’s a TON of good stuff in it °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

[aduck8myshoes]

wait marichat happened???!?!??!?!

[dangermousie]

2023 Kdramas I am excited for

We have only a bit over two months in the year left, but it looks like kdramas saved the best for last. Here is the list of kdramas I am excited for...

Boyhood/Once Upon a Boyhood (November 24) - Siwan hasn't done a bad drama and I am in the mood for a nostalgic 80s piece. I am a little amused that a 35 year old is gonna be playing a high schooler, but in a fond way.

Castaway Diva (October 28) - I am very fond of Park Eun Bin and if anyone can sell the whimsy of a tale about a woman who was a castaway and then becomes a pop star, she will. Not fond of the new trend for 12 eps but it is what it is.

Goryeo-Khitan War (November 11) - my most anticipated for the rest of the year. Every casting and crew choice, every promo makes it look like an old school politics and war heavy sageuk that does not cater in the least to youth or even fusion sageuk subgenres and I am here for it so so so MUCH!

Gyeongseong Creature (December) - not a big fan of netflix originals but I am there for the cast and the setting.

The Matchmakers (October 30) - looks like a wacky period romp with Rowoon and Cho Yi Hyun. I don't have high hopes for it because I like my period stuff angsty, but whatever else, it's gonna be pretty pretty pretty!

Moon In the Day (November 1) - except for GK War, my most anticipated for the rest of the year. Reincarnation/time travel story that flashes back between modern day and Silla - GOD YES!

My Demon (November 24) - sounds like shoujo crack about a demon who loses his powers and enters into a contract marriage (of course) with a human. Done many many times before but I am always a sucker for the trope.

Perfect Marriage Revenge (October 28) - first of all, I have a huge weak spot for Sung Hoon. He's a limited actor but between New Tales of the Gisaeng and his role in Faith, he won my heart forever. But also, this plot is so old school melo the way they don't make it nowadays. Our FL is betrayed by her sister and her husband and dies. But she wakes up before her marriage and decides to do things differently and get revenge. She gets married in a contract marriage to our ML, a chaebol (of course) played by sexy Sung Hoon and...doesn't it all sound like those delicious transmigration novels made flesh?

The Story of Park's Marriage Contract (November 24) - I love time travel/time slip stories and the fact that this is a woman who ends up in the modern day where she comes across the dead ringer of her deceased husband makes it high class Durian, plus Lee Se Young is a wonderful actress who rarely picks wrong.

Tell Me That You Love Me (November) - a remake of my favorite jdrama of all time, Aishteiru to Ittekure, this story about the relationship between a deaf painter and an aspiring younger actress is going to give me the adult love story I crave. The fact that the legend that is Jung Woo Sung is back in dramas, and is playing the ML, is just the perfect thing. (His last proper drama was Padam Padam in 2011!!! He is mainly a movie star.)

Vigilante (November 8) - I am just here to see Nam Joo Hyuk kick people in the face.

Welcome to Samdalri (December 2) - Shin Hye Sun and Ji Chang Wook in a romcom mmmmm. I don't have any pics so have:

[abbyonmars]

Abby comforting reader who's going through an insecure overthinking phase about her existence and self-worth and confidence

thank u annonie for the request :') sorry this took so long to get to ml

domestic!abby :3 fluffffffyyyy yay

wc: 1.9k ✩

cws: reader has a weak body image/self-confidence. reader is mentioned to be shorter than abby like once, use of y/n like thrice, petnames used (baby, darling, etc)

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the longer your eyes drifted around what you could call the reflection of yourself in the mirror, the more the minutes dragged into what felt like an endless continuum of picking yourself apart. relentlessly, yet in a somewhat detached grace, trickled paltry reflections upon your own features; the delicacy of your vessel was left completely disregarded, replaced with only disconcertion and contempt in regards to, frankly, who you were.

you knew you were supposed to be getting ready for bed. yet you stood, in almost silence, reflecting on each godforsaken crevice, blemish, shape — consequently distracted from after you stripped for your shower. the water ran soundly as did your mind, and for a while, you were trapped in self-condemnation, all without realising.

all you could hope was for one day, you'd be emptied out. this wasn't the first time you happened to face the reflection in the mirror with such disdain for the thing who stared back; upon a star, maybe, you could have each feature torn from you in your sleep and ideally replaced with ones without fault. then maybe, maybe could you live with yourself in peace. you wouldn't have to tear yourself apart. if only you were perfect.

you couldn't help the tears that now happened to prick at your eyes. bringing your hand to your face, you wiped with the side of it so harshly part of your nose quickly reddened and a dull pain withdrew and thereupon, frustration immediately brimmed and you let out a heavy sob, watching the mirror's reflection start to crumble right in front of you.

"babe?" a muffled voice broke past the persistence of your mind, and also past the closed door of the bathroom. abby's voice resonated with concern. "baby? are you okay in there?"

your lips parted with intent to reply, but nothing came out. even though your mind felt numb and grew number you still saw the hesitance through the mirror. stupid fucking mirror. who even was that, staring back? go away. wish you were someone else.

then the door clicked open and it wasn't just you and that reflection. your eyes averted from it, locking onto anderson's from behind — suddenly, your tongue felt cold and dry, your skin shivering, sprouting goosebumps. you hated the look on her face, blatantly hating it more than the look on your own; her brows were creased with concern, accompanying a frown growing gradually more prominent on her pinkish lips. she knew what you were doing, and it wasn't the first time you'd seen her like this. not the first she'd seen you like that.

"what're you doing?" you muttered quietly, crossing your arms over your exposed torso and lowered your head in defence of her wandering eyes. you wished you had a million more arms to cover the rest of you. "i should've locked that thing. i'm not done in here."

abby blinked. sighing softly, she crossed her own arms after reaching for the control of the water to turn it off, and leant against the misted tiles of the wall. it now felt all too uncomfortably quiet without the echoing of the before falling water. "just checkin' up on you," tilting her head slightly, her eyes flitted from you, and to you in the mirror. "y'must be cold, darling. why don't you get dressed?"

"can't," you sniffed, a small croak released in result of your attempt to suppress whatever more you felt before her interruption. "m'busy."

without a word, she slowly took off from the wall (after quietly acknowledging the hurt in your eyes you tried desperately to hide) and took steps to where you put your sleepwear on the bathroom counter. "let me help you."

you didn't have to verbally express to her anything of what you felt. you never had to — abby had, almost in a natural sense, always been in tune with your emotions, as were you with her. although it did hurt a little with each attempt of yours to conceal the truth, internally she'd attempt to rationalise in order to come to an understanding. she knew you too well, maybe better than a shot of the back of her hand.

with her fingers wrapped around your shirt, (hers, you stole it to sleep in) the mirror's reflection showed her unhurried approach from behind, and the comfort in the form of the familiar gentle smile tugging by the corners of her lips, almost enough to light your own.

slowly she raised her free hand, tentatively hovering over your bare shoulder for a moment. she held your gaze with intent to watch out for sign of repudiation or recoil but when she was met without, she grazed her fingers lightly over the softness of your skin, dampened by the steam of the shower.

"don't you know how perfect you are to me?" abby murmured. her eyes trailed where her fingers did along your arm, tracing along its surface with the most gentle touches ever given.

frowning when you did, she watched your eyes depart from hers to watch her fingers in the mirror, of which they moved downward to where they, with gentle intent, wrapped around your wrist. she tugged lightly, turning you around to face her taller frame, away from the unfavourable criticisms enabled by your lingering eyes on the mirror.

"look at me," she mumbled. she let go her grasp from your wrist and placed the side of her index finger under your centre jaw, with her thumb, upon the position of her hand, pressing lightly against the forefront of your chin to tilt it upward.

"you're perfect. so fucking perfect."

the blue of her attentive orbs bore into yours as she spoke, and she let a moment of silence hover over the two of you in attempt to have her words sink. she begged you silently, unspoken pleas impelled steadily with each word and action — it almost hurt how badly she needed you to believe the words she preserved. through her eyes, you might be well off with sprouting ivory wings and a glowing halo; the human embodiment of a paragon need not of new disposition. oh, if only you could see yourself through her eyes.

she leant down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, before she pulled back to tug the shirt over your shivering body. as if she was watching your soul bleed dry in her arms, she met you with utmost delicacy, in case you just so happened to shatter or slip right from her fingers.

"that's it," she whispered, guiding each arm of yours to come out through the oversized holes of the shirt, "you got it."

lacing your fingers through her own, she turned to push open the door to the bedroom and led you out with her. supposedly unbeknownst to you, her eyes began to sting with that of her own tears, tears of which she attempted to blink away with her head turned away before you could see.

she set you down on the bed, and pulled the duvet over your body before moving around and sinking into her side of the mattress. she sighed softly, turning onto her side to look at you, glossy remains of woe perceptible in her eyes.

"m'sorry," your voice came small, and the space between your eyebrows crinkled in regret. "i don't know why i'm like this, abs. i hate that you're always doing this for me—"

"what?" frowning, she moved up the bed, and sat with her back against the headboard. "doing what?"

you gulped, shaking your head at her. "... i dunno. it's — you're— you're always.. fixing me."

sighing lightly through her nose, she reached up with one hand and smoothed down the shirt's collar by your neck, before proceeding towards the side of your face.

grazing the back of her fingers against your cheek, she moved to tuck covering strands of hair behind your ear, letting her hand rest flat on your skin. she again guided your face up so she could look at you, and tenderly swiped her thumb back and forth against your face.

"there's no problem with that, my love," she replied, smiling sincerely in response. "what're you worried about?"

you reached up to where she had laid her hand against your cheek and grazed your fingers lightly down the surface of her skin, before allowing your hand's rest upon the back of her hand.

"it's just—" tutting quietly you slowly exhaled through your nose, taking a brief moment to collect and order the doubts bubbling, coursing through your head. "— when it's always, it'll feel endless, and you'll get tired of doing it for me all the time. you'll get bored of me, abs."

during the expression of your concern, abby's lips gradually curved back into a small frown. she shook her head, hooking her arm around the back of your neck to pull you into her. she moved you almost directly on top of her body; your face melted into the warmth of her neck, and your arms instinctively wrapped around the midsection of her torso.

"no," she breathed, although speaking in such a firm tone, her truth laced evident in her words. "don't say that."

"y/n," she kissed the top of your head first, planting another by your temple following. "listen to me. i wouldn't have it any other way, okay?"

she smoothened your hair with the palm of one hand, the other caressing down your back. it grazed, up and down, eventually stopping to rest by your waist.

"you mean the entire world to me, y/n. if you told me to collect all the stars in the entire fuckin' sky for you, i'd do it. anything. i'd do anything for you."

you looked up at her. with adoration expressed and adorned all in the features of her glowing face, she dipped down to kiss between your brows and trailed her lips down the bridge of your nose to kiss the tip of it.

"so don't you tell me i'd get bored," she mumbled against your skin, "i'd have lost my mind if i ever got bored of you."

smiling softly, she then flipped you both over. your head bounced against the cushion of the pillow, and the few loose strands of the blonde's hair tickled the side of your face as she looked down at you. her burly arms either side of your head to support her weight, she peppered kisses over your jaw, behind your ear, the base of your neck.

"i love you," she continued, sealing the deal with a gentle kiss to your lips, "i love you."

tears began to sting your eyes once more with each word she uttered. you sniffled, wrapping your arms around her neck in a slow, shaking motion.

"abby," you sniffled, a tear slipping from the corner of your eye. "abigail. i love you. 'm sorry."

she wiped your tear with an aspirated chuckle, smiling with most fondness. "don't be. i'll be here, y/n. i'll always be here."

"and besides," she grinned, "isn't this what i signed up for when i asked you to marry me?"

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AND THE CROWD CHEERED!!!!

hello to everyone on my tumblr feed who has been complaining about there not being enough fluff on their feed i'm here to save you all from this drought

AND I FINALLY WROTE AGAIN LETS THROW A PARTY!!!!!! 😜

i am very sincerely sorry to the anon who requested this i know it sat in my drafts collecting dust for weeks :( thank you so much!! <3

this one's kinda corny but i kinda love it like why do i want her in between my legs rn lol

GOODNIGHT!! need to sleep bye bye

[redocity]

ooo what about buck & reader at maddie and chimney's wedding and buck's trying to coax reader into dancing but they're a lil shy and it's soft and cute and you can decide whether they're already together or not!!

TAKE MY HAND - E.BUCKLEY

buck has an inherent knack for involving you in absolutely everything even if you’re happy to sit on the sidelines, and sometimes you question whether it’s just coming from a place of friendship.

WARNINGS: alcohol, swearing

evan buckley x gn!reader || fluff || 1.7k || requests open!

a/n: now this is what i’m talking about 🤭 thanks for the request ml <33

₊ ⊹ masterlist!!

The porch light you’re sat under serves as both your respite and your downfall.

It’s strong enough to light your phone screen and make your prosecco glitter in a way that makes your tipsy brain extremely satisfied, but it also lights you up like a glowstick as you avoid the terrace turned dance-floor like the plague.

You’re more than content to sit with your sparkly drink and watch as the rest of the team joke and dance under Maddie and Chimney’s lead, their house transformed into the perfect reception party venue with the help of Hen and Buck’s manual labour.

It really was something to celebrate, two people you’d come to consider as family being joint together under an eternal promise of love and sole devotion to each other.

But apparently your form of celebrating wasn’t ‘celebratory’ enough for a certain someone.

“Come on, time to dance,” Buck plucks the flute glass from your palm, replacing it with his left hand instead to pull you to your feet.

“Oh no I’m good-” You shake your head with a small laugh as you tug a resistance against his hand, intent on remaining firmly sat in your chair.

It did not matter how much you’d had to drink, the idea of dancing in front of a group of people, your honorary family or not, made you want to dig yourself an early grave.

“Come on, we’re at a wedding reception, we’ve gotta dance,” Buck had decidedly had at least a few more drinks than you had, although you’re sure you’d be in a similar situation even if he was stone cold sober.

He always made an effort to include absolutely everyone, which mostly meant you.

Actually it always meant you.

It wasn’t like you were being left out or anything, you just didn’t have the outgoing nature of the rest of your team when it came to being out of the fire station, which often left you in your own little bubble off to the sidelines.

It wasn’t like you weren’t content with that either, and that was something that Buck knew.

But he still made an effort to get you directly involved anyway.

Buck’s gotta Buck you suppose.

He gives a soft tug on your hand to try and prompt you to stand again, and you give it another bout of resistance with your lips pressed into an awkward line. “You can go and dance if you want,”

“No no,” Buck takes it upon himself to finish your glass by tipping the whole thing into his mouth, to which to gesture outwards in mild exasperation. “We are going to dance,”

“I am not drunk enough to dance in front of a group of people, and you just downed the possibility of that happening,” You shake your head in feigned disapproval as he puts the glass back down on the table, and he mirrors it himself, completely undeterred.

“We can get you another drink,” He gives your hand another tug, a little harder this time, his usual boisterous behaviour only amplified under the low buzz from his alcohol consumption. “You gotta have fun,”

“I am having fun,” You allow him to pull you to your feet this time, making a show of exaggeratedly sighing as you meet his eyes with your own.

“Not enough fun in my opinion,” Once you’re standing upright, he takes it as an open invitation to pull you onto the makeshift dance-floor, taking both of your hands in his own to ensure that you don’t try to slip away on the way there.

It’s innocent enough, and not exactly revolutionary in the land of Evan Buckley’s casual affection, but under your slightly alcohol-induced haze, the brushing of his fingers against your palms makes a warm feeling shoot up your arms and settle in your chest.

“I don’t even know how to dance-” Your tone comes off as mildly self-deprecating, something that Buck does not take lightly as he wedges the two of you into a small area that hasn’t yet been taken over by your drunken coworkers as they sway and jump around to the pop-rock song playing in the background.

“Dancing is subjective,” The way he furrows his eyebrows suggests that he’s offended at you even suggesting that you’re not good at something like being able to dance, and he tugs and pushes at your arms gently in alternation to put the two of you into a rhythm that matches the beat of the song. “As long as you are having fun, it doesn’t matter what you look like,”

The motion is enough to break a small smile onto your face, a short chuckle escaping your mouth as you entertain his musings by returning the push and pull motion of his arms with your own.

“Plus,” He bends his elbows to bring himself a little closer to you, leaning to speak against your ear over the music. “I think everyone’s too drunk to tell you have sloppy dance moves,”

“Hey-” You open your mouth in feigned astoundment, a sharp laugh joining the gasp that leaves your mouth.

“You’re so stiff,” Buck finds great enjoyment in laughing at your inherent lack of ‘grace’ when it comes to dancing, his hands sliding up your forearms to hold your elbows and try to loosen up your joints by massaging his fingers into your skin. “Relax,”

“You are way too excited,”

“My sister just got married to one of my closest friends, of course I’m excited,” Buck tilts his head to the side slightly, the warm overhead lighting hitting his eyes in a way that makes them look like he’s standing in front of a sunset.

“And you’re also completely shitfaced,” You can’t say much considering the four glasses of prosecco you’d had yourself, but you could just tell that Buck was going to have a hangover tomorrow.

“So?” He tilts his head downwards ever so slightly. “I’m having fun, drinking, eating good food, dancing with my best friend, just— soaking up the good vibes you know?”

You can’t really argue with that.

“Uh huh, right,”

“I am right,” Buck gives you that over-confident smirk, the one that’s become his trademark, and the one that has so much more of an effect on you right now than it ever has before this moment in time*. “All just good vibes*,”

You can hear the song fade out underneath Buck’s rebuttal, with the next song being remarkably more calm although still just as bright as the one before it.

“Here’s what I’m talking about,” Buck gives a nod in satisfaction at the new tune. “Let’s teach you how to dance,”

“What?” The word leaves your mouth more as a laugh than a question, and it’s like Buck ignores you completely as he lays your hands onto his shoulders and slides his down to rest gently against your sides, right over your ribcage.

It truly was remarkable how he was always so gentle despite himself, and it was not helping the way you were already perceiving him tonight.

“Now, dancing is really just swaying if you think about it,” He uses his hands like an example for his conclusion as he guides your movements with them, literally swaying your weight between your feet as he mirrors you in doing the same. “That simple,”

He chuckles like he’s just told you some revolutionary secret. and you honestly can’t be sure whether it’s the alcohol talking or just Buck being himself.

Either way, it’s enough for him to break out into a soft smile, one that washes over his features like waves on the shore and settle into his muscles like water into sand. “See? You’re doing great,”

“I’m not doing anything,”

“Sure you are, you’re letting me push you out of your comfort zone,” He tilts his head forward towards you a little, smile ever present on his face. “That’s something,”

You let out a small breath, lowering your head to rest it against his shoulder momentarily. “Whatever you say,”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” His eyes chase yours for contact once you pull back enough that he can see your whole face again. “You should let me do this more often,”

“How about no?”

“You know you can’t resist me,” Buck chuckles at your denial. “I always get you in the end,”

“I suppose you do,” You let your head tilt to the side as your expression slowly mirrors his in the content smile you have washing over your face. “Maybe I’m just a pushover,”

“Or maybe,” He leans forward a little, halting your swaying for a second so he can put emphasis on his words. “You just like spending time with me like this,”

“That too I guess,”

Buck chuckles at your response, something you reciprocate yourself as you rest your head against the curve of his shoulder once more with a sigh.

He was right. Dancing is fun. Although probably only because he was the one you were dancing with.

Either way, you knew you were going to be leaving this reception party wondering exactly what you meant to Buck, and more importantly, what he meant to you.

But right now, all you needed to focus on was the gentle pressure of his fingertips against your sides and the gratified look in his eyes.

Everything else could wait until tomorrow.

[hockeymenarehot]

Hii, this may sound a little weird but could you do a bill smut with blood kink? Maybe also overstimulation and edging, like make him a vampire or sum? Thank you if you do mwah <3

Bloody Mary feat. Bill Kaulitz

guess whos back! thank u sm for requesting! not weird at all ml, im always happy to make ur fantasies come true! <3 also with saltburn being popular rn it felt so fitting...

summary: i desperately wanted to make a good plot w/ this one, but this is honestly just straight porn w/ vampire Bill kaulitz...

!!warnings!!: dark content!!!, blood kink!!, depictions of blood, he drinks your blood, gonna say sort of dub-con b/c reader does agree but shes sort of in a trance, porn no plot, lots of oral sex (fem. receiving), fem. reader, edging, overstimulation, cum eating, reader passes out, territorial/primal bill, he has a tongue piercing, not proofread!!!, overall just nasty nasty filth LMAO

You think it's so stupid, the people in your new town seem to be so so scared of whatever (or whoever) is living in the castle upon to highest hill. It looks luxurious, and you chalk it up to being someone greedily keeping it for themselves. After all, there is absolutely no way vampires exist. And even if there is a vampire up there, you hoped it was at least a hot one. You were a brave bitch, so you walked up to that castle and banged on the door yourself.

Okay, so vampires are definitely real. And this one is definitely fuckin' hot. Well how could you not think he was hot? He currently had you bare and splayed out for him on his dark red sheets, the black walls of the room blocking out all light except the light radiating off his pale face. He was hovering over you, his black locks loose over his face. He was delicately running his open mouth over your skin, inhaling your sweet scent.

It all started when you entered his castle, his territory. As soon as you stepped foot in this place you also became his territory. Having been caged up in this place for decades, his body was overcome with an insatiable hunger as soon as his primal eyes met yours. You were swiftly brought up to his bedroom, leaving little time to chat. It was then you decided your next hours alive (or maybe not) were going to spent getting your brains fucked out by this vampire.

Your legs were folded back at the knees, your legs spread as he huffed in your scent. He trailed down your abdomen, stopping once he reached your clothed pussy. He inhaled with a sultry groan, shivering as he did so. It was then he looked up at you, locking eyes with you once more. "You want this, don't you? Stepping inside my territory like a little whore, you must want to slut yourself out for me, no?" You had in fact been pretty well covered when you stepped in, but you assumed his touch starved self didn't have the brain power to comprehend that. "Y-yes..." you whined. This felt so out of character for you, almost as if you had been put under some sort of hypnotic spell by his eyes. They felt like a portal to another dimension, one where only lust for him existed. He barely let you finished your stuttered word before he ripped your panties off, leaving your bare pussy exposed to his hungry eyes. You shivered at how he looked at your cunt like it was a meal, one he was getting ready to ravished.

And he did. Before you knew it, you were at the mercy of his relentless tongue, prodding into you and lapping at your clit. His fangs ever so often brushed against your sensitive folds, and you were reminded that at any moment he might actually take a bite out of you. This fact only seemed to make you leak even more, getting wetter by the second. He drank up your juices like they were the last drops of water he would ever receive. As you looked down at him you could see his heavily dilated pupils, staring into your eyes like he was a wolf devouring prey.

You tried to contain your moans, instead opting to whine and make choked out sounds ever once in a while. In the back of your almost-thoughtless head you were afraid that if you moaned for him, shamelessly letting your voice echo, he would mark you as his. And you weren't all sure what that would entail.

You could feel your orgasm impending by the way his nose would ever so often nudge onto your clit. As he used his tongue to reach deeper and deeper inside of your cunt, it was then you released his tongue piercing. The cold metal contrasting against the warmth of his tongue made you shudder, making it impossibly hard to contain your noises. His moans vibrated into your cunt, making your back arch off the sheets like a black cat, blending perfectly into the decor of his black & red room.

Right as you were about to cum all over his tongue, he swiftly pulled away. The loss of stimulation left you a whining mess. It was then you made the dire mistake of biting deeper into your lip to contain your noises, breaking the skin and letting small drops of blood flood down your chin. He had no self control to hold back as he leapt for your chin, licking up the blood that left your lip with only the tip of his tongue before sucking onto your bottom lip. You could feel his length grow against your stomach, and you blushed madly at feeling him get turned on at the sight of your blood.

He let out a small breathy chuckle "Did you honestly think I would let you cum? After you contained your noises? The noises that belong to me?" You finally let out a moan at his words "Please!" You weren't exactly sure what you were begging for, but all of your senses were being overwhelmed. It truly felt as if you were in a trance as you stared up at the glittering ceiling of the bedroom. "Please what? You want more?" He mocked as he ran his tongue down your jaw, laughing slightly at your desperation. You nodded your head frantically, wanting to feel more of him. "If that's what you want, say my name. Let everyone know who's making you feel good." You looked at him with blown eyes, awaiting him to reveal his name to you. "Bill," You didn't hesitate to scream out his name as he dove back into your pussy.

Your cunt was aching, your thighs begging to close in around his head at the merciless pleasure you were receiving. The room was filled with your mewls bouncing off the walls, echoing into Bill's ears and fueling his lust. Your noises drove him to work your poor pussy harder, adding fingers into your hole as he toying with your clit using his tongue. Your hands reached down to his scalp to pull at his hair.

"M-ah!" The pleasure you were receiving was almost unbearable, his long fingers pressing just the right spots within you. You were once more teetering towards the edge of bliss, you pussy clenching around his fingers. It's only taken him the time since you entered his castle to learn you like the back of his hand, memorizing the inside of your cunt with his fingers and the sounds of your moans with his ears. Your cunt was puffy and pulsing with desire, and you let out a moan of his name. "Bill! Gonna cum-!"

Right as those words left your mouth he pulled away again, leaving you a sobbing mess. He payed no mind to you, merely admiring his work of your glistening folds. He inhaled your scent as you wept at the loss of another orgasm, tears streaming down your cheeks. He ran his nose against your thigh, inhaling your scent once again.

His cock was hard, impossibly hard. It was aching at your scent, and your sweet noises weren't helping his situation. He decided to indulge in a little pleasure for himself, smelling of your inner thighs until he picked up on a scent he desired. He blocked out your cries and pleas as he sunk his fangs down into the plush of your thigh, drawing blood to the air before sucking it back in with his mouth. You screamed with pleasure filled pain as he moaned against your thigh. He sucked at your thigh some more before rubbing the flat part of his tongue against it, moaning out once more before releasing his load onto the sheets. Your mind was too hazy and under a hypnotic-like state to register much of another besides the feeling of his tongue, the pleasure it brought, and the pain.

You chanted out his name "Bill, Bill, Bill," anything at all to try and get him to give more attention to your aching core. Once Bill had finished releasing and pleasuring himself, he decided you had been good enough and deserved some pleasure of your own. Most women he had tried this with had screamed with agony, doing anything at all to get away from him. His sharp teeth just weren't for them.

"Good fucking girl" He spoke out in a low, groggy tone. He focused his eyes onto your cunt again, before attacking it with his mouth again. He slurped up your juices before bringing his fingers up to pump in and our of you at a brutal pace, his mouth latching onto your clit and sucking on it. You screamed out his name, egging him on. You used your hands to claw at his sheets, the pleasure being brought by his tongue completely encompassing you. He made sure you felt completely owned by him, totally below him. He had decided that if cumming around his tongue is what you wanted, you would get just that and more. Who was he to leave you unsatisfied when you had been so good for him?

Your legs were trembling, completely at his mercy as you felt your orgasm building up yet another time. This time it felt much faster, the heat in your core heating up your entire body. His fingers were hitting ever spot in you just right, and your entire body was succumbing to pleasurable pain as you sprayed all over his face, your back arching impossibly higher. Your back ached and your entire body shook with the intensity of your delayed orgasm.

You were moaning choked out screams as Bill didn't lessen his brutal, inhumane pace into your cunt. It was almost as if your noises and squirt only made him want to go faster. No human would be able to move their fingers in and out of you at the pace he was. Your eyes looked up at the ceiling, dots invading your vision. You felt like at any moment you might pass out as you released against him once more. He hungrily lapped up all you had to offer, groans bouncing off against your folds. His hands came up to press against your waist as you continued to moan, and he only continued to get faster. "T-too much! Slower!" You were barely able to form those simple words, your mind turned to mush as the lines blurred between your orgasms, slowly being unable to tell when one started and one ended. The bliss and pain you were receiving were unbearable.

It seems he didn't take into account the fragile nature of the human mind and body, as you passed out. Collapsing from the overstimulation, your body fell against the plush comforter of his bed. He looked up at you to study your face, his lower face covered in blood from your thigh and slick from your spent pussy.

He crawled over you, hovering over your body taking in the scent of your sleeping form. He reached your face, huffing in your scent like it was a drug. He moved his nose down to your neck before latching onto it, a zap of electricity being sent down his spine as he did so. He left the signature dots against your neck, his eyes closing as he inhaled the smell of your blood, marking his territory.

"Mine."

a/n: sorry for the long break, been getting back into doing schoolwork.. i do hope this was to your liking! requests are being closed for now as im still trying to get caught up on them, but feel free to send in quick drabble ideas or just to chat! I love talking to u guys! <3

[mlbigbang]

2023 Marichat & Ladrien Fic Rec List

It’s the end of the year which means it’s finally time for the ML Big Bang’s yearly fic rec lists! We’re really excited to bring you our contributors’ favourite fics started this year to supply you with plenty of reading material while you’re waiting for the Big Bang fics’ publication in January.

Boulangérella by @aidanchaser

Once upon a time, magic was wild. The two princes of the kingdom have been tasked with choosing their brides by the end of their 21st birthday celebrations. Crown Prince Adrien Agreste will have to choose between a woman who can protect his kingdom, a woman offering the power to wake his sleeping mother, and the woman he has loved and admired for the past year. Then there's also the seamstress that he is suddenly falling for. By the time he realizes he doesn't have the power to choose at all, it may be too late.

It's a creative Cendrillon retelling with the kwamis as fay, Adrien as the kingdom's prince and most wanted thief, and Marinette as the seamstess and superhero partner stealing Adrien's heart twice over.

Scary, like a little black purring kitten by @h-sunnywet-d

The calendar just turned into October, and Chat Noir has to make sure that his Good Friend Marinette appreciates the new season wholeheartadly. It sure won't backfire on the long run.

Just An Ordinary Girl by @kasienda

Chat Noir and the other heroes are in a bit of trouble, and Ladybug wanted just one weekend off! But luckily they know someone who can help. Someone who is just an ordinary girl…

you will never sleep alone (i'll love you) by @ladyofthenoodle

Marinette had saved up for months to be able to afford this vacation. Not only that, but she’d spent months trying to convince herself that it was okay to even take a vacation, that Monarch was really and truly gone. Which was why Tikki was at home with Alya, so that Marinette could actually relax and enjoy the plush amenities the hotel had to offer, such as a bed that looked like it cost five times her monthly salary. Or, she would be able to enjoy it, if she wasn’t standing in the middle of the villa she’d booked over a month ago, fighting for the bed with freaking Chat Noir, of all people.

May I introduce myself, Your Highness? by @chocoluckchipz

Whether picking up a stray animal off the streets or saving a dying child at the market, Adrien had always strived to be the best version of himself. Truly, he would've been the perfect candidate to be snatched up by a kwami, were he an orphan, dying somewhere remote after a short life full of nothing but suffering and misery. Yet as it stood, the sole heir to the French throne had little to complain about. Apart from, perhaps, a complete absence of a love life. That is until a mysterious girl, wandering around his gardens at night, catches his attention.

This fic has it all - Ladrien, royalty, fairy tale elements, magic and disguises! It's an enthralling read and one of my absolute favorite fics from 2023.

The Perfect Date by @peachcitt

“I dare you to ask this special someone on the date you just described.” “I totally will,” Adrien says with confidence, looking into the camera and nodding resolutely. “Scout’s honor.” He holds up the kitten as if swearing an oath. There is a space of silence. “Right now,” Hanna says. Adrien stares at her. “I’m daring you to ask that person out right now,” she says. or adrien has a little slip up during a live interview, and ladybug hears. for the golden hour zine!!

reserved by @luckyyoyo

“Don’t you think,” he coughed, a blush creeping up his cheeks, “this kind of thing should be.. reserved for my girlfriend?” He gestured to their poses. A squeak came from her mouth and her knees buckled, but surprisingly still had no struggle keeping Adrien up. “You know, you could always be my girlfriend.” Ladybug, saviour of Paris and local damsel-in-distress Adrien Agreste, suggests he gets a fake girlfriend to ward off his zombie fans. While lovingly holding him in her arms, of course. Adrien, far too comfortable in her arms, suggests it could be her. Introducing your superheroine pretend-girlfriend to your strict, uninterested father is a bit harder than Adrien realises.

Displaced by @kasienda

Adrien loosened his tie and dropped his suit jacket unceremoniously across the back of the sofa that was already cluttered with unopened boxes, mail, and unfolded laundry. He really should have listened to Nino and hired a maid or cleaning person of some sort. But well, he still had a secret to keep, and keeping that secret was more important to him than ever. He moved to his bedroom on autopilot without turning on the light, intending to collapse into bed immediately. But when he tried to slip into his space, he found it was already occupied. He flipped his phone flashlight on towards the ceiling to light the room in a soft glow. In his wife’s place, Ladybug lay sprawled diagonally across the bed.

here comes the rush before we touch (come a little closer) by @ladyofthenoodle

When an akuma attacks during Adrien Agreste's beach themed photoshoot on a dreary day in Paris, Ladybug is on the scene immediately. Unfortunately, with a glimpse of Adrien's alluring abdomen and without her partner, it's not long before she's hit, and Adrien with her—but maybe Ladybug can afford a little vacation with the boy she loves. He's certainly not complaining.

On Borrowed Time by @miabrown007

The life of Paris’ Golden Boy is all shine and glamour; blindingly bright smiles, neverending parties, bargaining for just a shard of time for being happy. But that’s alright; Adrien has long given up the false hope that someone will get it. That is precisely why it’s a spectacle when she does, when she barges in like a hurricane in crimson and turns his life upside down. Heaven knows, it’s time for the wind of change.

[ssturniolo]

Hey boo! I was wondering if you could do angst with any of the triplets? With a sad ending maybe? No worries if you aren’t into writing that 🫶🏼 Take your time ml, no rush

Can’t

|| pt.1 || pt.2 ||

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Chris x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - after the hate becomes too much, you decide you have to do something.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - death threats, hate messaging, angst, sad (sorry)

𝔞/𝔫 - if y’all want a pt.2 lmk. Also I’m going into my first year of college, (yes ik I took a break year) so I’ll try my best to get stuff out it just might take awhile.

Nothing compares to that horrible feeling of opening your phone to a million hate messages. Ever since it got out that you and Chris were dating, you’ve gotten non-stop DMs with death threats, gross questions about Chris, and just overall hate.

You and Chris’s comment sections are filled with haters (jealous teens), and people just can’t seem to stop. Chris had already made a video addressing the matter, and that just stirred up more hate, death threats, and rumors.

Being a social media influencer and singer, you had already dealt with a lot of hate before, but dating Chris has made it ten times worse. You know it’s not his fault, but your mental health has dropped immensely since these comments started coming in, and you’ve tried to ignore them, but you just can’t.

You had to do something.

Unlocking the triplets door with the spare key, you make your way to Chris’s room, lightly knocking before walking in.

Upon your entry, Chris looks up from his phone with a smile, which slowly fades seeing your solemn expression.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asks concerned, patting the spot next to him on the bed.

You sit next to him, contemplating how to start.

“We need to talk about, um… us” you say nervously, not meeting his eyes.

“What do you mean ‘us’ I thought things were going good?” He says, his concern replaced with confusion.

Taking out your phone, you show him screenshot after screenshot, of your DMs and comments none of which are good.

Furrowing his brows, Chris looks up at you still confused.

“Why are you showing these to me? Yes I know it sucks but you just have to ignore them.”

“That’s the problem Chris, I can’t” you say, tears begging to fall from your eyes.

“It’s absolutely nothing to do with you, I just can’t keep opening my phone to these messages. My mental health is spiraling downwards and I can’t do anything to stop this” you ramble.

“Please baby, we can fix this, just please don’t leave me” he says, taking ahold of your hands, tears running down his cheeks.

You pull away, choking down a sob. Getting up to walk towards the door, you pause, listening to his quiet sniffles breaks your heart. You turn to face him once more, feeling awful seeing his tearstained cheeks.

“I’m sorry Chris. I can’t, I just can’t.”

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Writing this broke my heart. </3

XOXO - Zoe