#miraculust

[miraculous-emeraldgreenmoth]

So ughm, I started this new story where Marinette and Adrien are kidnapped and being held hostages if you even care.

[nautiscarader]

Ladynoir: Do they like to take it nice and slow or do they prefer to go fast and rough?

Ladybug would certainly prefer they'd go slow, though the nature of their relation means their urges sometimes catch them in the middle of their job, allowing for just a quickie in the shadows.

Unless, of course, other heroes can sub for them - Rena is the ultimate wingwoman - and with their help, the two can take it slowly, Chat undoing her costume one dot at a time, kissing her now-naked body, until LB breaks and says she does want to be rutted in an alleyway.

[nautiscarader]

Inspired by the most recent world special; Adrien/Kagami/Marinette have fun in a hot spring

"For the record… This is highly inappropriate and breaks all the social rules…", Kagami whispered, before she let out a prolonged moan, being sandwiched between Adrien and Marinette.

And she was true, the hot spring were certainly not suited for love-making, but with them being alone in the house… The passion has conquered the common sense.

And now Kagami was under an assault of two mouths and two pairs of hands, her body caressed and worshipped by her two friends. She felt Marinette's fingers on her pussy and gasped, but her reaction was premature, as Marinette was only guiding Adrien's cock towards her folds.

Their eyes met and Marinette quickly reassured her.

"Don't worry, Felix will be here soon, you will have your own blonde boyfriend…"

And with that, Kagami let her guard down and allowed the passion to consume her.

[miraculous-emeraldgreenmoth]

What's your favorite fanfic of mine?

Real Love

Cloud Nine

All Eyes Are On You

As You Wish

The Pleasure She Never Knew She Needed

The Payoff

Lust Looks Good On You

Cherry Pie

Tête-à-tête

All Ladybug's Fans Go To Heaven

First & Last

Voting ended onMar 19

[erseac]

The Meaning of Gifts - Chapter 5 of 6

Explicit Chlobrina, and also some crack. Written for the @mlbigbang 2026.

For most people, the dilapidated warehouse on the outskirts of Paris would not draw any attention. Half an hour from the city centre by train, in a side road named after some random Stone Age researcher, with a few rusty Renault vans lacking wheels in front, it seemed maybe shady, but definitely boring. Only a few people knew the truth about what was happening behind the surprisingly heavy doors and reinforced walls. Most of them worked here. The other few were deeply scared of it. That was very much the point. Organized crime required reliable locations. Run-down restaurants and expensive luxury apartments, safe-houses hidden in plain view and villas out in the countryside, unassuming normal living spaces everywhere, places to park cars and stolen ladder trucks and sometimes people. But at the end of the day, if things got gnarly, nothing beat a run-down unassuming warehouse. So nobody expected to see one sharply-dressed Chloé Bourgeois walked in. “Hello? Anyone here?”, she shouted, as a dozen CCTV cameras tracked her every move. She came alone, but of course she was not going to stay so; this warehouse was never empty, especially if it seemed that way. From the shadows, five figures dressed in dark jackets rose, hands very pointedly on their hips, where the outlines of guns were barely visible. This was mostly for show. The real threat that Chloé would never know about before it was too late were the four sniper rifles, trained on her from the moment she’d opened the door, held by operatives hidden way out of sight. All they needed was the go-ahead from their boss. The boss was sitting in the middle of the warehouse. And she was not pleased to see her visitor. “What the fuck?”, shouted Lila Rossi. At least according to some sources. Others knew her as Cerise, Volpina or Aglaé, Clara, Chrysalis, Manon, or in one particularly confusing operation, Chat Noir. Either way, she was the mostly undisputed queen of the Paris criminal underground. “What are you doing here, Chloé?”, she asked, her voice full of bile. “Urgh, is that how you greet old friends, Lila?”, asked Chloé. “And honestly, this place. You have visiting hours, right? For people who don’t have ways to reach you to schedule a meeting. Well, I’m visiting.” “I have no such thing”, lied Lila angrily. “Sure you do. A police informer told me.” Chloé yawned. “There are no police informers in this organization.” “Of course there are. Like that guy.” Chloé pointed at one of the goons. Immediately, eight guns were aimed directly at him. “What!? No! Guys, she’s lying, I’m not…” “I’m kidding. Never seen him before in my life”, Chloé yawned, as more gangsters appeared and led the one she’d pointed out to a backroom.

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[miraculous-emeraldgreenmoth]

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[erseac]

The Meaning of Gifts - Chapter 4

Explicit Chlobrina, for @mlbigbang. Sorry this chapter took so long!

Chloé was pacing up and down like an excited tiger. If there was one thing she could draw from that talk with Marinette, it was that Chloé was great, what she was doing worked incredibly well, and she should just continue doing it until something changed. Marinette hadn’t quite used those same exact words, but Chloé had definitely gotten the message. Accordingly, there were three new packets of underwear for Sabrina on the bed next to her. That was probably fine. When Chloé had texted Sabrina to ask her for another sleepover, Sabrina had asked “like last time?”, and when Chloé had said yes, Sabrina had replied “yay!”, so clearly it was fine. Was it fine? Was it boring to go with three again? Should she cut down to two so it didn’t seem desperate? Should she have brought four? Were the outfits she picked the right ones? Was it too forward to put the expensive chocolate in the nightstand? Was it too timid to not put it on top? Was this all a huge mistake that was about to blow up in her face? Was- The door lock clicked, drawing Chloé out of her thoughts. There was a moment’s anticipation until Sabrina finally entered. Fuck, it was ridiculous. She was somehow even prettier now that Chloé knew exactly what lay under these clothes. And to top it all off, she was smiling more sweetly than ever. How was Chloé supposed to keep a level head now? “Hi”, Sabrina said, in that sweet soft voice that always seemed a bit afraid to speak up and fucking hell why was neither of them naked already!?

[erseac]

The Sweetest Milk

Explicit, aged-up, Alyanette, lactation

Lady Taurus was amazing, among the coolest things Alya had ever seen. Marinette handled the combined Ladybug and Ox miraculouses with ease, flying, fighting, resisting everything thrown her way. She was pure power and elegance combined, looking awesome with her nose ring. And she wasn’t even bothered by Chat Noir’s constant jokes about how “Red Bull gives you wings”. There were quite a few about some “Max Verstappen” and “Yuki Tsunoda” that Alya was going to have to look up before writing her Ladyblog post. But that wasn’t all there was to it. Marinette was putting on a brave face, but people who knew her closely could see that she was in pain and trying to hide it. Wincing, being short with Chat Noir, extra aggressive with the Akuma, the signs were all there. Chat Noir clearly knew it too. That’s probably why he was making so many stupid jokes to begin with. He tried to keep her spirits up, and it worked, to an extent, but never for long. And then there was the other effect. One that Chat Noir very obviously noted as well, but he was too polite to mention it. Lady Taurus’s breasts were much, much bigger than before. Alya was a consummate professional, of course, and moreover very familiar with people being creepy about well-endowed women. She knew better than to zoom in for her Ladyblog videos. But when Lady Taurus landed in an alleyway just outside Alya’s house, to continue their sleepover, Alya found it difficult to look at anything else. And to her horror, Marinette noticed. “Yep, they’re a lot bigger. Not idea why”, she said, following Alya’s gaze. “I wasn’t looking! I mean…” “It’s fine”, Marinette said. “It’s just us two anyway. But how do you do it? I always thought your big boobs were so pretty, but these hurt so much. The strain on your back, and the way they’re so sore, is that normal?” “Uh, they’re not supposed to be sore all the time”, Alya said quickly, trying to ignore what Marinette thought of her breasts. With a heavy heart, she added, “maybe you should just detransform.” Marinette nodded, and a second later, the amazing heroic Lady Taurus magically turned, right in front of her eyes, into her cute, pretty, awesome, normal friend Marinette… Who still had very massive breasts that were now straining against a much too small bra and shirt. “Okay, that’s weird”, said Marinette, slightly panicky. “Could you maybe… take a look?”

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This is the final one I have prepared for the ML NSFW Femslash February 2026, but perhaps I will write more later. You can still submit prompts there until the end of the month, and you can write fills for any of the prompts indefinitely. Please do, this is fun!

But don't worry about my other projects, the next chapter of my Big Bang fic will go out tomorrow.