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bless his thighs
it all started with a simple question.
“y/n. what is your favourite thing about me?”
you gave it a few days thought because what didn’t you love about him. but after the first two days you narrowed it down to his physical traits. his arms, veins, abs or thighs.
his arms were built and you loved how they’d effortlessly lift you up and spin you around.
his veins. god, his veins. they made him look like a sex god and it drove you crazy.
his abs. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like running your fingers down the short dips on his stomach.
his thighs. they were hard as fuck. and we’re just so muscular you loved thinking about them whenever you could. which was probably once every 15 seconds.
so after making up your mind up, you walked up to him, put on your flirty smile and leaned into his ear, “your thighs are my favourite thing about you.”
in a flash he’d taken a seat on the closer chair and pulled you in between his legs.
his hands pulled your pyjama shorts down your legs and grabbed your hips to sit you down on his thigh. “ride my thigh baby, i want to see your panties and my sweats to get soaked with your sweet sweet juices.” he encouraged, moving your hips before you took control and began grinding down on his muscular thigh.
your hands gripped his shoulder in an attempt to balance yourself as you began to grind yourself down on him. your voice produced breathy moans and sweet cries of pleasure that were like music to his ears and you found it hard to concentrate as he whispered dirty words into your ear, which only brought you closer to the edge.
“holy fuck, kookie. you have no idea how much i love your thighs.” you moaned, biting down on your lips as you threw your head back when suddenly his thigh clenched beneath you, causing you jerk your hips forwards at the new friction.
“oh god, please do that aga- oH FUCK.”
he continued flexing his thigh until eventually it was too much for you to handle and your orgasm washed over you, dripping down from your clit and soaking through your panties and the fabric of his jeans in the process.
you came down from your high before resting your head on his shoulder, kissing his material covering his skin lightly before you looked back up at him.
“so my thighs are your favourite things about me?”
you nod your head, “yup.”
“well then i gotta try harder to make this dick your favourite thing.” he says, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as he stood up and walked to your bedroom, ready to show you how amazing the jungcock really was.
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words: 4.8k summary: You can learn a lot of things about someone during a
thunderstorm. Sometimes even more than you bargained for. (A post-Jackady
a/n: this is dedicated to @gabzilla-z for inspiring me to write this silly thing and talking through the whole story, to @matchaball for listening to me geek out over plot details, and @mylady-fangirling for helping me navigate my way through French expressions of surprise! ❤️❤️❤️
When Adrien Agreste learns that Ladybug is none other than
Marinette Dupain-Cheng, he feels like he’s been struck by a bolt of
lightning—electrified, illuminated, and shocked to the core.
But he doesn’t know that yet.
All he knows is that in the two days that have passed since
Ladybug came to the Agreste Mansion to help him save his father from being
attacked by Jackady, he’s been replaying the events of the day in his mind over
and over again, especially when he’s alone in his room in the evening.
The memories flash into his mind when he least expects them,
distracting him from his surroundings completely. So when it happens again on
this particular evening, he almost doesn’t even notice that Ladybug is standing
on his window ledge, grinning and knocking on the glass.
Luckily, her knocks are loud enough to distract Adrien from
his reverie, and he practically runs to the window to help her inside once he
realizes that his lady is actually here in the flesh and not just in his
“Ladybug! It’s—it’s so nice to see you! What are you doing
He hopes his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel.
“Salut, Adrien! I,
um, just wanted to check up on you, to make sure that you and Monsieur Agreste
are doing fine. Just a nightly check-in, since it’s been a few days! You know,
hero duty and all. It’s what we do,” says Ladybug in a torrent of words.
She hopes she doesn’t sound as nervous as she feels.
“I’m sorry, Dean… I didn’t know who else to call…” There was no stopping the hot tears that spilled down my cheeks. I wasn’t even sure what I was crying about any more. The copious amounts of alcohol I had been encouraged to consume clouded my mind and blurred my vision. I couldn’t remember what had happened that left me sitting in a parking lot by myself, but I was sure of one thing. He was here to save me. Dean was crossing the space between us with urgency, his eyes wide and his brow creased in concern.
“Y/N! Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?! I swear to god if anyone laid a hand on you…” Dean hurriedly removed his jacket and folded it around my shaking body. The brightness from the Impala’s headlights was glaring off my flashy, short dress and the heels I held in one hand. I felt ashamed and childlike, desperately wiping the moisture from my face. He didn’t seem to notice my embarrassment. He was too preoccupied with searching my body for any signs that I had been injured. Overwhelming relief washed over me. He was here, it was all over.
“I’m okay, now that you’re here.” I choked back another sob and fell forward into Dean’s arms. His warmth felt like home to me. For the first time that night I felt safe and content. Dean pulled me tighter to his chest and spread a wide hand over the back of my hair. I could feel the anxiety in the way he squeezed me close. His breath came as a shaky sigh when he spoke again, this time the words more stern.
“You never, ever hesitate to call me when you’re scared. I would never forgive myself if…” He paused and I could feel a small shudder rock his body before he continued. “Come on, let’s get you home”
p.s. This whole situation is probably giving him flashbacks to the time his dad saved him from that bar in New York.
“We have to hurry, it’s in the Human Village! We’re running out of time!” The urgency of the situation made her fly and dash in the air, in a hurry..
You have good reflexes so it doesn’t take you long in following her before outstretching your wings to start flying behind. Is it the day? Is it night?…you didn’t know, but you made sure of taking a parasol before doing so, just in case.
“Why did you call me of all people if it is in the Human Village? You know how they despise me there!”