got them chips got them dip

Il Me L’a Dit, L’a Juré Pour La Vie - Part One

Summary

Marinette didn’t think inviting Chat Noir in for milk would lead to this.

The heroes were 20 years old, in university, and it was now time to trust each other better than they ever did.

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Rating: Teen/ Mature.

Angst and fluff, and all that good stuff. 

Author’s Note: This was originally supposed to be a one shot, but it turned out to be longer than I thought, so I have to split it up. Hope you all like it! First Miraculous Ladybug fanfic. Let me know what you guys think! I know the summary sounds kinda… explicit… :P but it’s not… for now. 


Il Me L’a Dit, L’a Juré Pour La Vie - Part One

Warm Touch


Her hips swayed as she hummed around the dark kitchen, light only coming from above the stovetop. The white floor length curtains were opened and the windows displayed the twinkling lights of the city of Paris at night; the Eiffel Tower peaking over the other apartments. She bobbed the peppermint tea bag in the hot water, watching it go from clear to a dark yellow-green. She started to sing La Vie en Rose to herself. Her vibrato ringing through the room softly, as she almost whispered the high notes. Marinette was alone. Alya was staying over at her family’s place for the weekend. She had her dark hair in a messy bun, strands falling in front of her face whenever she looked down. She continued to sing to herself, and watched the steam from her mug dance in front of her eyes.

Meanwhile, Chat Noir landed skillfully on the curved iron railings to Marinette’s little balcony. He watched her dark silhouette, faintly hearing her sing. He gently laid a hand on the glass door, and hopped off the railing. Marinette stopped singing, and turned her head slightly to Chat’s direction. Busted, he thought, but he crouched down into the shadows, hoping she wouldn’t notice.  

Marinette pulled the tea bag out of the mug, placing it on the little white and pink plate, before picking up her polka dotted mug and looking over the island, to the balcony. Chat Noir’s glowing green eyes stared at her in the darkness. She smirked. If this was the first time she’d seen those illuminated eyes in the darkness, she would have been completely terrified.

Chat Noir stood back up as Marinette approached the door. She slid it opened, “Kinda cold out here, don’t you think? Wanna come in? I have milk for stray kittens.”

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Oliver picks up the wrong chips/candy at a gas station along the way. Pouty Felicity and cute bickering ensues. :)

(I switched the pouting around, and inserted some cute crankiness instead. :D)

Felicity had only closed her eyes for a minute.

One second she was resting them and then the next she opened them to a dark horizon, the only light coming from the Porsche’s headlights. She frowned, blinking, sleep still dragging her eyelids down for a quick second as she tried to make sense of the sudden shift from daylight to nighttime.

“Hey,” Oliver said softly. He reached over, massaging her bare thigh. “You’re awake.”

“Mm,” Felicity hummed, stretching her back and yawning before covering his hand, lacing her fingers through his, pushing them between her legs as she stretched her arms and legs, making her back crack. “What happened to the sun?”

“It disappeared a while ago,” Oliver said, a grin evident in his voice, his eyes going back to the road. “You were out.”

“I was just resting my eyes,” Felicity replied sleepily, her eyes closing again, and Oliver chuckled, squeezing her hand in his. They both felt the engine revving, and Oliver pulled her hand with his, shifting gears.

Felicity readjusting, her hand hanging limply from his as she turned to face him, surreptitiously checking her face for drool.

“You were about to drown in your drool at the gas station,” Oliver said and Felicity’s eyes snapped open. She caught him turning back to the road where’d he been watching her, a stupid grin on his face. “I had to get a drop cloth.”

“Aren’t you a funny guy,” Felicity said, her voice still rough and he laughed, lifting their hands to press a kiss to the back of hers.

“You’re beautiful, drool and all,” he said and Felicity sighed, too out of it to do anything but give him what she was sure was a sappy smile. She lifted her leg to curl underneath her when her knee hit a plastic bag at her feet.

She leaned forward, grabbing it. “Goodies?”

“Goodies.”

“Mmm, goodies.” Felicity opened the bag one-handed, her other still linked to Oliver, and she frowned when she saw what was in it. “Oliver, what is this?”

“Fritos.”

“Why did you get Fritos?”

Oliver slid her a look. “You told me to.”

“No, I didn’t. I said Cheetos.”

“You did not. I specifically heard a ‘ffff’ sound.”

“Listen here, Mr. Ears like a… thing that hears really well,” Felicity started, her brain still fuzzy. Oliver smirked, and she narrowed her eyes at him. “I said Cheetos.”

“You said Fritos, which is why I got Fritos. And look,” Oliver said, using their connected hands to dig into the bag. “I got bean dip.”

“So what you’re saying is you got yourself a snack.”

“No, I got you a snack. You said Fritos, Felicity, I know what I heard.”

“I think you’re losing your edge,” Felicity replied, pulling the chips and dip out, tucking the plastic bag under her leg. “All this time away from danger-danger has softened you, buddy.”

Neither of them commented on the fact that their hands stayed tangled, both of them using their hands as much as they could without losing that connection. Felicity struggled a bit with the foil on the bean drip, her small hand hindered by his larger one, but she finally got it open to the sound of her stomach growling.

“Can I have one?” Oliver asked.

Felicity scoffed, ripping open the chips. “Did you get me Cheetos?”

Oliver shook  his head, unable to keep the grin off his face. “You are so cute when you just wake up.”

Felicity glared at him. “Now you definitely don’t get any.”

“Felicity,” he said, giving her a pathetic look. “I’m hungry.”

“You should have thought of that before not getting my Cheetos.” She popped a chip in her mouth, quickly grabbing another. “Did you get any water?”

“Felicity…”

“It’s not gonna work.” Felicity looked around. “Where are those water bottles?”

“Felicity…”

“Oliver, I said-” And then she looked at him. And he was pouting. She pinched her lips to keep from smiling. “Pouting won’t work.”

He just stared at her, his lip sticking out, his eyes woeful, and Felicity finally couldn’t hold back her grin anymore. He grinned, turning back to the road, shifting gears before letting Felicity use their combined hands to hold the dip as she grabbed a chip piled high with dip.

“Open,” she said and Oliver did just that.

She purposefully missed, smearing bean dip all over his cheek.

“Felicity!”

“The New Babysitter.”

Word count: 1365

Rating: R

Pairing: Michael Clifford/Ashton Irwin

Request: Yes! X x

‘This was too long for an ask and I saw you wanted requests so I was wondering if you could do a smut where y/n is the new babysitter for Ashton’s siblings and the boys come home from tour and meet you and Michael mentions to Ashton how hot you are and Ashton tells him to back off because he doesn’t want anything to mess up your job but Michael being the little shit he is goes behind Ashton’s back and does it anyway.’

A/N: Again with Michael, I swear we need to get some Ashton smut going.  This will be the third smut I’ve written in an hour and it’s not even 9 am yet, so I think I’m on a roll. ily and really love getting messages about what you thought about the smut so please make my day and send them in J <3. Also this is going to be wrong ages because I don’t see why a 13 year old and an 11 year old would need babysitters so I’m going to say that Lauren is 10 and Harry is 8. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 xx kay PS this is like a super long buildup of it and then it just like hits like a band. Wow literally. I’m puny and I’m gonna go loll.

Lauren and Harry were so easy to look after. Lauren was really independent so she spent most of the time in her room, reading or drawing while Harry and I played with his toy cars in the living room. Staying professional about babysitting for Ashton Irwin’s little siblings was becoming harder and harder, especially because they were coming home today and his mother, Anne, had gone to pick them up at the airport. I was excited to meet them and was doing my best to hold in all that energy.

“Hey Lauren, want to help me make chocolate covered strawberries?” I asked, leaning against her bedroom door frame.

“Sure y/n!” She said, launching off her bed and running past me to the kitchen with her brother. I navigated my way through the house, it was huge and there were so many hallways it was like a maze.

I pulled the chocolate chips out of the pantry and melted them in a small pot on the stove. I handed a chocolate strawberry to both Lauren and Harry and made them watch me dip mine first. I put the dipped ones on the wax paper while they continued dipping the strawberries and licking chocolate off their hands.

I heard the front door open and the all too recognizable voices of the boys from down the hall. The voices got louder as they got closer and Lauren and Harry got p, running towards them.

“Ashton!” I heard Harry squeal and a loud thump that I assumed was them both tackling him. I finished the dishes up, using all my restraint for staying calm. I was in my idols house and I was washing dishes. Lauren was tugging Ashton by the hand into the kitchen, making me look up. Being the dork I was, I stood there speechless and staring at him. The boys joined him in the kitchen a couple of seconds later and I cleared my throat, forcing myself to breathe.

“Hi, I’m y/n.” I said shyly.

“Hi y/n,  my mum told me that’d you’d be here. I have the money for you.” Ashton said kindly, stepping forward and setting 30$ on the kitchen counter while I dried my hands.

“Thanks.” I smiled. I didn’t want to leave quite yet so I began a conversation starter. “How was tour?”

“It was amazing, it’s like a dream.” Calum spoke from the back, my attention turning to him. Michael was standing beside him and eyeing me up and down, not very discreetly at all.

“I can only imagine. I bet you guys are tired though.” I said putting the dishes away.

“Actually not at all really.” Luke said, giving Harry and Lauren a hug.

“Here let me help you.” Ashton offered, taking the two pots from my hands and putting them in their rightful cupboard. I smiled appreciatively and thanked him.

I spent a few more minutes helping Harry tidy up his toys from the living room. I overheard Michael talking to Ashton.

“Mate, she’s super fit.” Michael said and I blushed, keeping my attention off of them.

“Don’t try anything Michael you don’t want to ruin her gig with Lauren and Harry.” Ashton said with a warning tone in his voice.

“Don’t worry mate, I won’t screw anything up for her.” I could feel Michael’s smirk directed at me. I rolled my eyes mentally and finished cleaning up the toys.

“How are you getting home y/n?” Michael asked from his place on the edge of the couch.

“Well Anne drove me here so I’ll probably just walk.” I said, standing up and grabbing my sweater off the chair beside me.

“Nonsense.” He smiled, “I’ll drive you.”

I saw Ashton shoot a look in Michaels direction but sighed. He obviously knew there was nothing he could do to stop Michael. I chewed the inside of my cheek and agreed nervously. He stood up and we both left the house. I waved goodbye to the boys and Lauren and Harry both hugged me. I heard them bragging about me to Ashton as I left.

“What’s your address love?” Michael asked after assisting me into his car. I directed him to my street and we stopped in front of my house. The car was silent for a few moments and he kept sneaking glances at me.

It was the heat of the moment, he leaned in to kiss me and it escalated from there. We ended up in the back seat, tearing each other’s clothes off and running our mouths and hands where ever we could. He rushed to slid the condom onto his dick while I was still trying to process that I was about to fuck Michael Fucking Clifford. His eyes met mine and I nodded, giving him the go ahead to push into me. He stretched my walls groaning something about how tight I was. It had been a good few months since I had last done this so I needed a few moments to adjust.  

“Please move Michael.” I moaned after a while and he began slowly thrusting in and out of me.

“Ugh it’s so hot when you say my name.” He groaned and kissed me sweetly. His pace quickened and before I knew it he was pounding into me moaning my name in a string of curses.

“Michael, fuck.” I moaned arching my back as he hit my spot perfectly.

“Are you close babygirl?” He asked and I looked up at him, sweat shined on his forehead and his eyes peered into mine contently. I nodded and he bit his lip, leaning down to kiss be again. He pulled back, changing positions so I was on top of him, moaning like crazy and angling myself into my g-spot.

My high hit me and I clenched around him breathing heavily and seeing stars for a few seconds. His hips jerked as he came into the condom and pulled out, rolling the window down slightly and tossing out the condom. We sat their naked, breathing heavily and he kissed all over my neck and sometimes my lips for a few minutes.

“I’d love to see you again, on a proper date.” He smiled after we had both gotten fully dressed and I fixed my hair a bit. “Also there are so many other things I’d love to do to you. What do you say?”

“Sure thing Mikey.” I giggled kissing his cheek and climbing out of the car. He rolled down the window and leaned out to call to me.

“Pick you up tomorrow at 6 then.” He said, winking and driving away, leaving me with flushed cheeks and a pounding heart. Did I seriously just have car sex then agree to go on a date with a member of 5sos?

Earlier today my mom got Mexican food and they sent us a big ass bag of tortilla chips with our food but no one ate any and I got out of bed looking for food and found them on the counter and now here I sit, on my couch in the middle of the night, the dim glow of my laptop illuminating two square feet of our pitch black living room, with a paper bag of greasy tortilla chips in my lap.  I should be in bed.  But the chips.  The chips were calling me.

“The New Babysitter.”


Word count: 1365
Rating: R
Pairing: Michael Clifford/Ashton Irwin
Request: Yes! X x
‘This was too long for an ask and I saw you wanted requests so I was wondering if you could do a smut where y/n is the new babysitter for Ashton’s siblings and the boys come home from tour and meet you and Michael mentions to Ashton how hot you are and Ashton tells him to back off because he doesn’t want anything to mess up your job but Michael being the little shit he is goes behind Ashton’s back and does it anyway.’
A/N: Again with Michael, I swear we need to get some Ashton smut going.  This will be the third smut I’ve written in an hour and it’s not even 9 am yet, so I think I’m on a roll. ily and really love getting messages about what you thought about the smut so please make my day and send them in  <3. Also this is going to be wrong ages because I don’t see why a 13 year old and an 11 year old would need babysitters so I’m going to say that Lauren is 10 and Harry is 8. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 xx kay PS this is like a super long buildup of it and then it just like hits like a band. Wow literally. I’m puny and I’m gonna go loll.
Lauren and Harry were so easy to look after. Lauren was really independent so she spent most of the time in her room, reading or drawing while Harry and I played with his toy cars in the living room. Staying professional about babysitting for Ashton Irwin’s little siblings was becoming harder and harder, especially because they were coming home today and his mother, Anne, had gone to pick them up at the airport. I was excited to meet them and was doing my best to hold in all that energy.
“Hey Lauren, want to help me make chocolate covered strawberries?” I asked, leaning against her bedroom door frame.
“Sure y/n!” She said, launching off her bed and running past me to the kitchen with her brother. I navigated my way through the house, it was huge and there were so many hallways it was like a maze.
I pulled the chocolate chips out of the pantry and melted them in a small pot on the stove. I handed a chocolate strawberry to both Lauren and Harry and made them watch me dip mine first. I put the dipped ones on the wax paper while they continued dipping the strawberries and licking chocolate off their hands.
I heard the front door open and the all too recognizable voices of the boys from down the hall. The voices got louder as they got closer and Lauren and Harry got p, running towards them.
“Ashton!” I heard Harry squeal and a loud thump that I assumed was them both tackling him. I finished the dishes up, using all my restraint for staying calm. I was in my idols house and I was washing dishes. Lauren was tugging Ashton by the hand into the kitchen, making me look up. Being the dork I was, I stood there speechless and staring at him. The boys joined him in the kitchen a couple of seconds later and I cleared my throat, forcing myself to breathe.
“Hi, I’m y/n.” I said shyly.
“Hi y/n,  my mum told me that’d you’d be here. I have the money for you.” Ashton said kindly, stepping forward and setting 30$ on the kitchen counter while I dried my hands.
“Thanks.” I smiled. I didn’t want to leave quite yet so I began a conversation starter. “How was tour?”
“It was amazing, it’s like a dream.” Calum spoke from the back, my attention turning to him. Michael was standing beside him and eyeing me up and down, not very discreetly at all.
“I can only imagine. I bet you guys are tired though.” I said putting the dishes away.
“Actually not at all really.” Luke said, giving Harry and Lauren a hug.
“Here let me help you.” Ashton offered, taking the two pots from my hands and putting them in their rightful cupboard. I smiled appreciatively and thanked him.
I spent a few more minutes helping Harry tidy up his toys from the living room. I overheard Michael talking to Ashton.
“Mate, she’s super fit.” Michael said and I blushed, keeping my attention off of them.
“Don’t try anything Michael you don’t want to ruin her gig with Lauren and Harry.” Ashton said with a warning tone in his voice.
“Don’t worry mate, I won’t screw anything up for her.” I could feel Michael’s smirk directed at me. I rolled my eyes mentally and finished cleaning up the toys.
“How are you getting home y/n?” Michael asked from his place on the edge of the couch.
“Well Anne drove me here so I’ll probably just walk.” I said, standing up and grabbing my sweater off the chair beside me.
“Nonsense.” He smiled, “I’ll drive you.”
I saw Ashton shoot a look in Michaels direction but sighed. He obviously knew there was nothing he could do to stop Michael. I chewed the inside of my cheek and agreed nervously. He stood up and we both left the house. I waved goodbye to the boys and Lauren and Harry both hugged me. I heard them bragging about me to Ashton as I left.
“What’s your address love?” Michael asked after assisting me into his car. I directed him to my street and we stopped in front of my house. The car was silent for a few moments and he kept sneaking glances at me.
It was the heat of the moment, he leaned in to kiss me and it escalated from there. We ended up in the back seat, tearing each other’s clothes off and running our mouths and hands where ever we could. He rushed to slid the condom onto his dick while I was still trying to process that I was about to fuck Michael Fucking Clifford. His eyes met mine and I nodded, giving him the go ahead to push into me. He stretched my walls groaning something about how tight I was. It had been a good few months since I had last done this so I needed a few moments to adjust.  
“Please move Michael.” I moaned after a while and he began slowly thrusting in and out of me.
“Ugh it’s so hot when you say my name.” He groaned and kissed me sweetly. His pace quickened and before I knew it he was pounding into me moaning my name in a string of curses.
“Michael, fuck.” I moaned arching my back as he hit my spot perfectly.
“Are you close babygirl?” He asked and I looked up at him, sweat shined on his forehead and his eyes peered into mine contently. I nodded and he bit his lip, leaning down to kiss be again. He pulled back, changing positions so I was on top of him, moaning like crazy and angling myself into my g-spot.
My high hit me and I clenched around him breathing heavily and seeing stars for a few seconds. His hips jerked as he came into the condom and pulled out, rolling the window down slightly and tossing out the condom. We sat their naked, breathing heavily and he kissed all over my neck and sometimes my lips for a few minutes.
“I’d love to see you again, on a proper date.” He smiled after we had both gotten fully dressed and I fixed my hair a bit. “Also there are so many other things I’d love to do to you. What do you say?”
“Sure thing Mikey.” I giggled kissing his cheek and climbing out of the car. He rolled down the window and leaned out to call to me.
“Pick you up tomorrow at 6 then.” He said, winking and driving away, leaving me with flushed cheeks and a pounding heart. Did I seriously just have car sex then agree to go on a date with a member of 5sos?