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Aventure Amoureuse	By : Baron Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 5069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction for adults. Miraculous Ladybug and its characters are not mine, and are the property of ZAG-inc. I make no profit from this and all characters are 18+.

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Adrien puts his arm around you and helps you walk to the bed. He carefully lays you down on your stomach so he could bandage the bullet wounds in your back. "Here, lay down. I'll put on the TV for you and come back with a first-aid kit." he smiles as he kisses your forehead and wraps a towel around his waist before returning to the bathroom. "Hey! I was watching that!" Plagg grumbles at Adrien as he watches him walk away. Plagg bounces on the remote control to change the channels with his butt.
"Welcome back to Ninja Chef! One of our contestants will be moving on to the semifinals, but Oh-No! It appears that a throwing star has taken Mrs. Anderson out of the competition! The judges have decared her dead and her casserole has been disqualified!" an announcer says as a man in a ninja suit winks at the camera. "Ugh. Seen it!" Plagg says as he bounces his butt on the remote making the channel change again.
"Hot, sexy, clowns are waiting for you! They're soaking wet with seltzer water and want to rub their pie on your face. Call 1-900-69-BOFFO now!" a woman wearing clown makeup says as a phone number flashes at the bottom of the screen. "Gah! That's going to give me nightmares!" Plagg says as he quickly bounces on the remote again.
"We now return to religious brawls! Tonight Minister Sinister squares off against the Rowdy Raging Rabbi! This battle will certainly not be Kosher as the use of the razor blade rosary AND the spiked yarmulke will be permitted. No disqualification! No mercy! No salvation!" a very animated announcer says as you watch two muscular bearded men pummel each other in the ring with steel folding chairs. "Meh. This is a jobber match. Neither one of these guys are going to be able to beat the Mad Monk." Plagg says as he bounces on the remote to change the channel.
"Welcome to how to suck! Last week I taught you how to eat an entire banana without chewing it. This week, I thought we'd move on to a more difficult item. Now the trick here is to try to control your gag reflex. Here, I'll show you." an effeminate man says as you watch him swallow a large cucumber. "Where the hell did the cucumber go? Is this some sort of magic trick?" Plagg asks as he changes the channel. "Wait! Go back! That was educational!" you shout at the kwami. "Come on, I'm not watching some gay guy swallow vegetables with you. I'm sure there's something better on." Plagg says.
"So tell us, Ladybug. What about your detractors that say that you're merely a cheap, female, Spiderman wannabe?" a man asks Ladybug on a talk show. "Oh them? I usually punch those people REALLY hard. Did I mention that I'm super strong?" Ladybug grins as she flexes her bicep making the audience cheer. "Meh. We see enough of her as it is." Plagg shrugs as he changes the channel. "I always thought she kinda looked more like the daughter from The Incredibles myself." you say to the kwami. "Don't say that to her, she HATES that. My master said it to her once and he had to sit on an ice pack for like a week!" Plagg snickers.
"Police are still looking for the fugitive, and have instructed citizens not to attempt to apprehend the suspect themselves. They are to be considered armed and extremely dangerous. The police have surveillance video of this terrorist exiting Le Grand Paris and setting a butler and former war hero on fire with an unknown bottomless accomplice. The victim has been treated at Lariboisière hospital for minor burns and is in stable condition." a female news reporter says as she shuffles paperwork at her newsdesk. "Ooh! You're famous! Look at your picture up there on the screen!" Plagg says as he points his paw at the TV. "Bah! They got my bad side. I'm much better looking than that!" you snicker at the kwami. "Have you seen yourself in a mirror lately? You look like you've lost a boxing match!" Plagg says as Adrien returns with the medical kit. "Hey! What the? We're on TV! Why didn't they censor out my dick? At least you can't see my face or I'd be mortified." he says as he looks at the screen. "I think I pissed off Paris, baby." you say as you watch the news. "I think you might be right about that." Adrien says as he rubs ointment on your back to relax you and make your wounds heal faster. "Shh! Quiet, you stinky apes! The mayor is on!" Plagg says as he points his paw to Mayor Bourgeois on television. "Stinky apes? We might be apes but we're certainly not stinky, camembert breath!" Adrien snickers as he carefully bandages your bullet wounds while you lay on his bed on your stomach. "Adrien certainly isn't stinky. You put that cologne on that I like, didn't you?" you ask as you turn your head and sniff the air near where Adrien is sitting. "Babe, I get that stuff for free. I got like two cases of it in the bathroom." he says as he smells himself and continues bandaging you. "That stuff is like an aphrodisiac to me. All you have to do is spray that shit around me and I'm compelled to rip your clothes off and ravish you on the floor." you say as you bite your lip and playfully tug on Adrien's towel. "Will you two shut up? I can't hear the mayor!" Plagg says as he wiggles his butt on the remote making the volume increase. "We've decided to make this foreign terrorist public enemy number one! An attack on your beloved mayor is an attack on the city of Paris itself! Lt. Raincomprix has assured me that La PP will triple their efforts in an attempt to locate the suspect. We have helicopters scouring the city as we speak. Our officers will leave no stone unturned in their attempt to bring this savage criminal to justice! We're offering a 50,000 Euro reward for any information leading to their capture. We already have their personal information on file from their hotel records, and the Gendarmerie Nationale-Garde Républicaine has been deployed and has set up checkpoints around the city. There's no way for anyone to enter or exit Paris without them knowing about it. Fear not, citizens of Paris, this fearsome terrorist will pay for their villainous crimes immediately!" Mayor Bourgeois says boastfully from behind a podium in front of the Palais Bourbon as Chloe stands next to him with her arms folded nodding like a yes-man.
"Um... that's... not good." Adrien says as his eyes widen and he finishes bandaging your wounds. "I'm sure it'll be fine. By the way, what's a Gendarmerie Nationale-Garde Républicaine anyhow?" you ask your worried lover. "The military. You stepped in some deep shit, my human friend!" Plagg giggles as he changes the channel to topless women's boxing. "I'm not worried, my guns are mostly from the French military anyhow. I could probably use an ammo refill and a few more grenades." you shrug fearlessly. "Oh no you don't! You're keeping your cute little round butt planted right here where you're safe and I can keep an eye on you!" Adrien says as he pats your bare ass. "Can't I go out an raid one teeny-tiny little ammo depot?" you tease him as you turn onto your side and wrap your arms around his waist. "NO! It isn't funny, baby! I love you, and I don't want you getting yourself captured or killed! Stay here where you're safe. You can barely walk as it is, you certainly can't outrun the Gendarmerie Nationale-Garde Républicaine! Not in your condition!" he says as he hugs you possessively. "Baby... I was only teasing. Calm down." you say as you pet his hair while he squeezes you. "Stay with me. We can have fun together! We can get stoned, and watch the moon from my balcony. We can play video games and have massive amounts of sex. I'll wear whatever you want me to, and do anything for you that you want me to! Just please stay here! I'm going to be really upset if you disobey me. I don't ask you for much!" he says protectively as he clutches you tightly. "Ok, baby. I'll stay, just don't be upset. I hate seeing you upset." you say as you hold his face and softly kiss his pouty lips. "Thank you, baby. I'll get us some dinner." Adrien says as he kisses you lovingly and you rub his inner thigh under his towel.
Your police notoriety has gotten the attention of several gangs around Paris. The deployment of the Gendarmerie Nationale-Garde Républicaine has made it difficult for them to operate on their turf. Le Milieu, the H, and Le Blousons Noir would all like to have a word with you.
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