My favorite Smut/Fluff parts from different Miraculous Ladybug fanfictions!

LadyNoir sin/Adrientte fluff(Nottttt myyyyy storyyyyy)

Hi again! This is my favorite scene from this book I love it so much it funny and has some sin in it to which is both my favorite. This is obviously from Masquerade by Bronte here's the chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11999220/chapters/28047552#workskin I'll rate this a 9/10 in sin since this does have sin in it so my innocent beans so have been warned. ENJOY!

   22: Roleplay

"Good morning darling."

Marinette stomps across the threshold of the bakery door and rushes onto the busy sidewalk, lips pursed and hands clenched into fists. She doesn't deign him with so much as a curtesy glance, turning forcefully and marching east.

"If you're so hell bent on getting his Miraculous, why don't you just hunt him down yourself?"

"Let's cut right to the chase, why don't we?" he drawls sarcastically, swiping left on his smartphone before shoving it back in his pocket.

"The less I have to talk to you the better."

"Well," he drawls, "Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

"Spare me the small talk, I'm not in the mood."

"Is that so? You certainly looked happy when you got home late last night."

Marinette shirks back in disgust, "You're repulsive."

"Hardly. Just observant," he shrugs, shifting his ball cap, "But you're a tricky target to follow, I'll give you that."

"I have no intention of leading you to him. Besides, you never answered my question."

Loïc purses his lips, "He's much more careful that you've even been. He never takes the same route home twice and I always loose him between the 4e and the Seine."

"Some hunter you are."

"Says the woman who's supposed to be responsible for defeating Le Papillon. I mean, it's been, what, three years since you started your stint as Ladybug?"

"Two and a half," she snaps back, "And you said I was the one who woke up on the wrong side of the bed?"

"If we're in the business of being honest with each other, can I just say that Le Papillon is getting a bit antsy?"

"What do I care?"

"Seems he's in the business of making demands and having them met. Pompous prick that he is, he does have a point."

"And that is?"

"We've got 'till Saturday to fine tune this plan of ours. There's some first responder appreciation thing going on so police presence on the streets will be at a minimum and that's when he plans on getting this show in the road. You don't believe me?" he questions, turning his lip at her less than convinced expression, "Here, read this."

He fishes his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it, finding the conversation and dropping it in her palm, "I made the mistake of giving him my number and now he won't stop texting me."

"They say I made a deal with the devil," she mocks him, shooting him a glare before scrolling through his conversation, "How do I know you didn't make this conversation up yourself?"

"Seriously?" he makes a derisive noise and Marinette can only assume he's rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses, "Teenagers. So cynical."

"Killers," she snarks back, "So trustworthy."

"Good god," he grumbles, pulling a battered cigarette case from his back pocket, "You really are in a nasty mood."

"Say something worthwhile and I might change my mind."