#miracusin

[nautiscarader]

Bondage - ladrien

(Ao3)

Marinette sincerely hoped that TV cameras pointed at them weren't able to spot what only she could experience, having Adrien Agreste pressed against her, with the string of her yo-yo tied around them, as she slowly lowered the two down after another daring rescue.

The media might gossip about the blush on their cheeks, but only she would know about the feeling of his excitement she could feel through his trousers, as the rope coiled around their bodies, leaving the two tied for excruciatingly long minutes of descent.

And judging from the crimson on Adrien's face, he was more than aware of it as well, trying to apologise for his body's reaction.

As their feet touched the ground, Marinette was delighted to see Alya in the first row, amongst other members of the press. Some have already noticed how many times has Ladybug rushed to save that particular citizen, and they would be delighted to add a proof of their secret relationship in form of Adrien Agreste's raging erection...

Fortunately, Alya was there with a weighted blanket, and only thanks to her quick thinking media were spared that sight, as the journalist covered the victim of Akuma kidnapping, giving Ladybug a subtle wink.

But even with Alya's help, fans on-line were not idle after today.

- They've started calling us "Ladrien" - Adrien said, as Ladybug cuddled against him, interrupting his rewatch of scenes he was part of earlier today. - Sounds... cute, I guess. - she said, pecking his cheek - They-they haven't seen us kiss, have they? - Nah, the Internet would have exploded. But they have found another picture where we were just millimetres from doing it...

Adrien turned around from his phone, and stared into his girlfriend's eyes, and as their lips met, the two slowly leaned against each other and fell into the pillows of his bed. Marinette giggled, imagining how the revelation of what really happens between the two every other night would have impacted their fans.

Their arms coiled around their backs, their legs entwined with each other, and the two young adults began rolling back and forth on the large, comfy bed, getting lost in their tight embrace, enjoying their shared warmth and closeness.

But after a while, Ladybug stopped, as she rolled him to his back, firmly straddling his crotch.

- So, about that thing earlier today... - L-Ladybug, I-I've told you... - Adrien's cheeks became red again, this time not only from lack of air after a long and sensual kiss. - I mean, I am flattered...

The superheroine lowered her voice, as she got comfortable in her seat, feeling the same hardness that poked her during the entire journey down the skyscraper. She moved ever so slightly, pressing her crotch against his erection, watching as Adrien's face twists in pleasure.

- ...But let's face it, it wasn't just me, was it?

Her lips curled into a sly smile. If it was a year ago, when they have just become intimate, she might have assumed that just the feeling of her body pressed against his would make him *that* excited, but now... she knew there was more to it.

Without waiting for her answer, Ladybug grabbed her yo-yo and swung it at her lover, first catching his right arm, then his left that he moved in protest, and tying them to the two posters of his bed.

- Are you okay? - Like every time... - Adrien replied, welcoming a soothing kiss on his wrist.

Marinette made sure that her magical rope wouldn't cut into his skin, knowing how much her lover liked to writhe and squirm. She remembered Alya's tips on bondage, she learned thanks to her experiments with Nino, and she was more than grateful for her teachings.

Marinette opened Adrien's phone and let a slow, sensual music fill the room, as she began her sensual move against his body, feeling goosebumps crawling on his skin. Though she preferred when he undressed her with meticulous kisses placed at every dot of her costume, across her body, she could undo her suit with just a thought, and a moment later, Ladybug was straddling him, wearing only a mask and a smile.

She leaned against his crotch, kissing the tent his erection was pitching, as she fiddled with his jeans, while his legs twitched with each delicate move of hers.

- If you'll be too rowdy, I will have to restrain your legs too... - she spoke, raising her head from between his thighs. - Is that a promise?

Marinette smiled, as she dragged his jeans down, together with his Chat Noir-themed boxers, revealing the proof of his excitement for her. She licked her lips, and moved her mouth towards his twitching tip, engulfing it with her warm breath that made Adrien jump, as droplets of his precum sent the sensual change of temperature against his sensitive skin.

Ladybug toyed with her lover for a few more minutes, warming his cock, as she readied herself for the blow-job, breathing in his unique smell, mixed with his own brand of cologne...

- L-Ladybug... Please...

Adrien begged as her mouth got closer to his head again. Ladybug decided to reward him, and satiate her hunger, licking his tip, taking very first taste of his essence of this night, much to his delight.

But that was enough of her treatment. Her lips left his cock, as Ladybug travelled down his hard cock, warming his skin with her breath again, denying him any physical contact, listening to his needy, sharp moans.

As she looked up, their eyes met, and she could read his silent plea in his pitiful expression, and once more, decided to bow to his demands. She crawled onto his crotch and gently lowered herself, pressing his rock-hard erection against his underbelly, while her hands undid his pristine, white shirt.

While she wanted to restrain herself, her body betrayed her, coating Adrien's cock with copious amount of her juices, alerting him that she was anxious for their union as much as he was. But nonetheless, Ladybug only performed the slightest of moves, sliding back and forth against his erection, listening to his moans and to the gentle cracking of his four-poster bed.

Her athletic boyfriend tried his might to undo her magical knot that restrained his arms, wishing he could just grab her waist and join their bodies in quick and powerful shared climax. But they both knew that the longer they'd play, the better the outcome would be...

Marinette was equally longing for feeling of him inside her, and with each minute of her love torture, she used her fingers to edge herself further, up to the point she was inches from her peak, waiting for his to arrive...

She didn't have to wait long - Adrien coiled and thrashed underneath her, his moans turning into begging, and with the cry of their safeword, she knew he was ready.

- Ca-Camembert!

In a split of a second, Ladybug released him from magical restraints of her yo-yo, and next moment she felt his warmth, texture and form fill her sex in one, quick and powerful thrust. But there was more. As she their chest were pressed against each other, and their arms closed around their backs, her yo-yo did a few more rounds, tying the two together, and only when they felt they were properly immobilised, they shared their peak, as Adrien slammed Ladybug's body against his crotch, burying himself balls-deep.

Ladybug cried with with first wave of her climax and first stream of his warm seed flooding her womb, while the two thrashed against each other, unable to move, bound by Ladybug's magic. For long few minutes, their shared climaxes continued, only strengthening in intensity, as the two couldn't move their limbs, letting only their voices carry the energy of their passion.

Marinette imagined this happening earlier, the two making love as they descended from the skies, the cameras capturing their naked bodies entwined not only with their limbs, but also her magic... For a moment, she wished it happened that way, and that the two could finally come out with their relationship... But with her climax passing, her common sense returned, and she understood it would only cause more problems for both of them.

But with his lips on hers, joined in a long, soothing kiss, she didn't have to worry about it, at least for now. A moment later, as Adrien's hips stopped supplying her sex with his virile essence, she felt her magical rope lose tension, giving the two some freedom.

- Thank you, Ladybug... - Adrien spoke, as his kisses continued between her breasts. - Everything for my favourite citizen. - she reached and toyed with his golden locks.

And though her body was tired, she kept her legs locked behind his back, letting their bodies stay joined for long, long time.

[smutember]

Smutember is coming back!

Hi there! @nautiscarader here. And it looks like this blog is now visible in the tags, so be sure to reblog it. 

I have been an avid fan of Smutember, a monthly-long challenge to write smut, which, as far as I can say, originated (though has never been limited to) Miraculous fandom (mimicking monthly long SFW challenges for some of the OTPs).

Last year, Smutember started very late, not giving much time for preparations, and as far as I can remember, two years ago situation was kinda similar. And a few days ago, when I checked it, the blog was deleted. 

So, I decided to take matters into my own hands and revive this blog. I’m gonna post a prompt list in a few weeks, but first, I want to hear your suggestions - if you have any interesting topics that you’d like to see, feel free to send them. Remember, though that this is a multi-fandom celebration, so don’t send any pairs, and that I feel like it’s a bit more vanilla-ish than, say, @kinktober2019. 

(thanks to @noblesnook for finding a typo and suggesting some prompts already)

[ghostlyhamburger]

Gonna Rock Your World

Prompt: Striptease

Request: Adrienette with Mari stripping

Rating: E

Read on Ao3

Alya was the one who started it. Somehow while the group of four friends were hanging out in Marinette’s bedroom, the subject of stripping came up.

“Stripping is just taking off your clothes for money,” she claimed. “Anyone can do it.”

“No, there’s some art to it,” Marinette replied. “The girls who do well with it are basically athletes.”

“When have you seen strippers?” Nino asked, earning himself a throw pillow to the face.

“I think Marinette’s right,” Adrien said. “Looking good isn’t always easy.”

“Oh, is that why you used to have a stripper pole in your room?” Alya teased.

He flamed red and said, “It was a fireman pole.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, clearly not believing him. “Anyways, there’s only one way to settle this. Someone needs to strip.”

“Alya, no,” Marinette said.

“Alya, yes. Just down to underwear. Let me just pick someone…” Alya had long ago installed a randomizer app on her phone to make decisions for her in situations just like this. “Marinette! You’re up.”

“No way,” she said, her face turning bright red. “I’m not just going to take my clothes off!”

Alya leaned close to her and whispered. “You sure? Look at Adrien’s face.”

The boy in question was blushing and smiling at Marinette, unable to hide the way his gaze raked across her body.

“F-fine!” she said. “Just to underwear, right?”

“Yeah,” Alya said, starting to play some music from her phone. “Show us how ‘artsy’ stripping is!”

Marinette stood up and faced her friends. She awkwardly shuffled from side to side with the beat of the music as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. She was thankful that she’d managed to wear a sort of matching lingerie set today—both her bra and panties were plain pink.

She couldn’t look at her friends once her shirt was off, so she turned her back to them before undoing her pants and shoving them to the ground in one quick motion. She stepped out of one leg of her pants as she turned around, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

“There,” she said. “See? It takes skill. Which I don’t have.”

Alya gave her a devious smile. “You’re right. So, since you and Adrien are the smart ones, Nino and I are gonna get going and let you two be right together.”

They were out of the room in a flash, leaving Marinette half naked in front of an equally dumbfounded Adrien, who had crossed his legs at some point during her “performance”.

“I, uh sh-should get my clothes back on,” she said, blushing hard. She stepped forwards, intending to reach for her discarded shirt, but she didn’t get her other foot completely out of her pants leg. She fell forward, and Adrien instinctively moved forward to catch her, ending up kneeling in front of the chaise with Marinette wrapped in his arms.

His hands were splayed out along her bare back, feeling like fire on her skin. The awkward position had her face-to-face with his crotch, where she could see a noticeable bulge in his jeans that definitely wasn’t there before.

“Are you all right?” he asked softly.

“Y-yeah,” she replied. She was still staring at his dick. He was definitely going to notice her staring at his dick. She had to say something. “So I guess you liked watching me, huh?”

That was the wrong thing to say.

He laughed sheepishly and crossed his legs again as he sat back on the chaise. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make it weird…but, uh, yeah, watching you was pretty nice.”

She bit her lip and dared to look at his face, seeing him just as red as her. His shyness somehow made her bold, and the words spilled from her lips before she had time to think. “You know, technically, I’m not done stripping…”

“I-if you’re comfortable with it,” he said. “I don’t want to make you—”

She silenced him by moving a little closer, placing her finger on his lips. She stood up, channeling her inner Ladybug as she gently, subtly swayed her hips. She bent forward, resting her hands on the back of the chaise on either side of his head, noting how his eyes moved to her chest. She gently pushed one hand against his knee, prompting him to uncross his legs, before she knelt on the chaise, straddling his lap.

Her heart was racing, and she forced herself to pay attention to his reaction, the way his lips were parted with his tongue darting out to wet them, the way he stared at her with his eyes wide, dark with—lust? She had to hope.

She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, watching as he watched her breasts. She slowly slid the straps off her arms before throwing the whole garment to the side, leaving herself completely topless in front of the love of her life.

“Marinette,” Adrien groaned, and all the embarrassment was worth it to hear him sound so wrecked saying her name.

She rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned close to him, feeling her breasts brush against the fabric of his shirt as she murmured, “Do you want to touch me, Adrien?”

He raised his hands tentatively, looking at her, an unasked question on his face. She nodded slightly, then gasped when he touched her hair, gently working it out of her usual pigtails. He ran his fingers through her locks as they fell loose around her shoulders, a gentle smile on his face.

“Adrien,” she whispered, feeling more exposed than ever. “C-can I—”

“Anything,” he said, his voice low, husky. “God, Marinette…”

She kissed him. She didn’t let herself take the time to think, just closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his. He moved his arms around her, holding her close as he returned the kiss, his lips soft and warm on hers.

The soft, sweet kiss soon turned to something more. His tongue slid against hers, and he moved one hand along her side, tantalizingly close to her breast. She gripped at his shirt, fingers finding the hem and tugging to lift it over his head.

They parted just long enough for her to throw his shirt to the side, then they were kissing again, her breasts warm against his bare chest. His hands moved to grip her ass, pulling her close so every part of her was pressed against him. Her hips rolled against him and she moaned as his cock pressed between her legs.

“A-Adrien,” she moaned, wanting, needing more. She moved back, getting off of him so she could stand before him and shimmy her panties down her hips, finally fully stripped.

He smiled as he looked over her naked form. “You’re so beautiful…I feel overdressed.”

She smirked in response and said, “I can help with that.” She knelt in front of him and undid his jeans.

“Fuck, Marinette,” he murmured, lifting his hips slightly so she could slide off his pants and boxers.

“That’s the idea,” she replied with a cheeky grin, all semblance of shyness having been shed away with her clothing. She moved her gaze to his cock, finally seeing what she’d been dreaming about since high school. She reached out gently and grasped his length, sliding her hand along his shaft.

He groaned, hips bucking slightly, pressing himself into her touch. “Ma-Marinette!”

She leaned close and pressed a small kiss to the tip of his cock before opening her mouth and taking him in. His hands gripped her hair, fingers twisting in her hair as he pulled her close. She tried to curl her tongue around his shaft, wanting to taste as much of him as possible.

He let out a strangled cry and bucked his hips, pushing himself down her throat suddenly. She gagged and pulled back as she felt bile threaten to come up.

“Sorry,” he said, his eyes wide, his face unsure. “I didn’t mean—just so good—”

Marinette breathed hard, forcing herself to feel sort of normal. She stood so she could straddle him on the chaise again, kissing the corner of his mouth before gasping against his lips as she felt his cock brush against her core. “I—I want you,” she murmured. “Please, Adrien?”

“God, yes,” he responded. His eyes were blown wide still, but he was smiling slightly, making no attempt to hide his gaze as he stared at her breasts. He lifted one hand to touch her chest, cupping her and gently squeezing the soft flesh.

She moaned softly as she felt sparks of electric energy rush through her, from her breast to the growing ache between her legs. She gently grabbed Adrien’s other hand, sliding it down her stomach, guiding his fingers to her pussy.

He touched her gently, fingertips exploring her slit before pushing into her, sending a jolt of fuckyesgood through her body. He moved his hand in her as he kissed her lips again, seeming to relish in the way she squirmed and gasped against his lips.

His fingers slipped out of her too soon, but they were replaced by something harder, bigger, hotter entering her. She groaned, her eyes meeting his as he pulled her hips down to meet his, letting his cock push deep inside her.

“Adrien,” she breathed. She needed to shut her eyes, enjoy the bliss of this moment, memorize the feeling of him inside her.

“Marinette!” He lifted his hips, thrusting into her again, before he kissed her again, dotting her neck, her chest with his lips. He kissed her breast, his tongue flicking against her nipple.

“Adrien—ahh, Adrien—I—god, I love you,” she moaned as she ground herself against him, fucking herself on his cock. She didn’t see the way his eyes widened at her confession, but she definitely noticed him slipping a hand behind her head and pressing his mouth to hers, his tongue finding her lips as he groaned against her.

She came as he kissed her, letting her body melt against his as she moaned his name, her voice almost lost to gasps and cries of pleasure as everything for one moment was absolutely perfect.

Adrien groaned as he moved his hips faster before suddenly stilling, releasing into her. He said nothing as he came, instead silencing himself by kissing Marinette again, holding her tight.

They separated just enough for Marinette to rest her forehead against Adrien’s, smiling at him.

“Marinette,” Adrien murmured, his hand on her cheek, thumb softly brushing her skin. “Do you want to go on a date sometime?”

The timing was just insane. She burst out laughing before replying through her giggles, “Yeah. Yes, I’d love to.”

He smirked, shifting so he was no longer inside her, but still so, so close to her. “Is it because you love me?”

She turned red. “Oh my god I did say that, didn’t I?”

“You loooove me,” he teased in a singsong way.

Marinette rested her head against his shoulder and just said, “Yeah. I do.”

[danielslilangel]

In the Middle is How I Like It pt. 1

Part One Part Two Part Three

I had been working on solo ship smut pieces but I read a fic the other day involving Jason and Tim being together because of Marinette  (I can’t remember who wrote it or where I found it so if I remember I will give credit to the writer!) Anyway, that story sparked an idea for a Jay/Mari/Tim fic. Yes, they’re brothers on paper but i liked how her story kind of ignored that so I’m gonna just do the same XD Not sure how long it’ll end up being but i have a few scenes planned. This is just the opening scene so nothing Mature here... but be warned, there will be Mature/Explicit content in future updates. I’m not a fan of trying to format things on AO3 but eventually it will get put on there. Enjoy?

Marinette giggled at the latest thing the man to her left was saying before taking another pink Princess shot off the bar top and downing it. As soon as she put the empty glass back where it came from, the man on her right captured her attention once more with a compelling story on why he had come to Paris in the first place.

It had been a rough day in the office as she sorted through the newest flood of commissions that had dropped in her inbox after the latest article on MCD was published in an American magazine and she really wasn’t complaining about the amount of work she had to do over the next few months- really, she loved the ideas her clients supplied her with and couldn’t wait to get started on all of them, but a girl could love her job and was still entitled to a few drinks to help take the edge off of all the expectations being placed upon her.

It hadn’t taken long for Marinette to garner a lot of attention after arriving alone at the bar tonight. She had turned every single one of them away, nicely, of course, but there was just something about the latest two men who had approached her that had the black haired beauty allowing them to take a seat on either side of her and buy her a few shots.

It was pretty obvious from the glares they threw towards each other that the men knew one another somehow and their strange dynamic was part of the reason why Marinette was so interested in them. The other part of her intrigue stemmed from something much more basic… they were both fucking hot!

Timothy Drake had introduced himself first after ordering three shots of vodka that he promptly dumped into his thermos of what smelled like exceptionally strong coffee. He wasn’t tall by usual standards, but Marinette was short so she considered everyone tall by default. His dark hair and blue eyes drew her in and she had been unable to resist smiling up at him as he asked “is this seat taken?” He was apparently a CEO of a large American business which fascinated Marinette as he couldn’t have been more than twenty-three. When she said as much he laughed and told her that her skills of deduction were spot on and that he was indeed a young business man her age, but he had help getting the job as it was his father’s company he ran.

“Not that I don’t absolutely deserve the position. I worked hard to convince him to give me a chance. I have quite a few degrees and have helped the company grow exponentially since I took over for Dad.” His voice wasn’t smug or boastful at all as he told her about himself and it was quite refreshing for Mari. She was used to the air of diva that often surrounded those with wealthy parents. After all, she had gone to school with Chloe Bourgeois all those years.

Jason Todd had arrived about ten minutes after Tim and had captured Marinette’s attention as well, though he was almost as opposite from the other man as one could be. Tall and muscular with toxic green eyes that seemed to glow in the bar’s dim lighting and a rebellious white streak running through his black hair- everything about Jason screamed bad boy while everything about Tim screamed unknowingly-attractive nerd. Jason was unapologetically loud as he chucked his motorcycle helmet onto the wooden bar and ordered a Jack and Coke. His eyes surveyed the room in a practiced way that told Marinette he was accustomed to trouble before his gaze landed on her. His broody scowl instantly evaporated and a brilliant smile lit up his face as he plopped down on the stool next to the small Asian girl. She had expected a cheesy pickup line out of someone who looked and acted like him, but Jason surprised her by asking her name and what brought her to the bar tonight. Their conversation flowed with ease and she couldn’t help but laugh at the jokes he told.

As compelling as he was, she couldn’t forget about the man to her left and after enjoying some time getting to know Jason, Marinette leaned backwards to introduce the two men to one another. She quickly realized how unnecessary that was as they greeted one another briskly.

“Jay.”

“Timmy.”

She had been quickly caught up in a game of 'capture the girl's attention' and had been unable to figure out their connection to one another, but Marinette felt a growing suspicion in the back of her mind that seemed to be getting closer to confirmation as the two kept up their own conversations with her.

“Mhmm,” she nodded and agreed with whatever Jason had last said as she pulled out some bills from her handbag and placed them on the bar as payment for her drinks. She took a final sip of her pink lemonade martini and leaned back in the stool before pointing a manicured finger in the direction of both men. “So… you two know each other, right?”

The pair sighed in surround sound before answering “yes” in dulled unison.

“Right. So, have you guys ever…” she trailed off with a smirk on her face, her hands gesturing in a way that left no need to imagine what she was asking them about. “Cause I’m sensing some serious pent up energy here.”

Jason choked on his drink and nearly spit it out while Tim took a moment to chug the rest of his.

“Never,” they answered in unison again and it only made Mari's smile grow more feral as she hopped off the barstool, heels clicking against the tile, and straightened out her mini skirt.

“I guess that means the two of you would be opposed to joining me at my place tonight?” Her voice was nothing but soft and sweet even as her eyes drank in every inch of the men who were both stunned into silence and left blushing as she pulled out a single scrap of paper from her bag and jotted down her address before placing it upon the stool where she had sat. “When the two of you manage to pick your jaws up off of the floor, I hope you also manage to make your way here this evening. Au revoir.” She winked and waved at them before strutting out of the bar and to hail a cab to take her back to her loft.

I cannot believe I just invited both of them back to my place, she thought as the cold Parisian air nipped at her face, sobering her up just enough to process what she had actually just done. Oh God…

She was pulled out of her mental spiraling before it could begin by a large hand reaching around her to open the cab's door as it pulled up alongside the curve. She arched an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, genuinely surprised to see that Jason was to her right again. She was even more surprised to notice that Tim had appeared on her left. Neither men said a word or made eye contact as the three of them slid onto the back seat with Mari in the middle. In fact, the- thankfully- short and silent car ride was only interrupted by Marinette giving directions to the driver before settling back against the warm leather. She hadn’t exactly thought out her plan of asking them both back to her home and she still wasn’t really sure what was going to happen, but she felt the alcohol strengthening her resolve and she was not about to turn an opportunity like this down. Both men took up a lot of space so Marinette was quite smushed between them and could feel their warmth radiating throughout the tiny space and the close proximity made it hard to think about anything else but being between them.

“Merci.” She thanked the driver and passed over the payment for the ride before sliding out of the car after Tim who had reached a hand in to help her with her exit. She made it a few steps towards her door before looking back behind her and noticing the men standing still awkwardly alongside the road.

“You boys coming or will I have to do that alone tonight?”

More pink rose to the cheeks before they lurched forward in sync, following after the her like a pair of puppies.

[galahadwilder]

Sin Ship prompt: "Switch?"

Sin Ship, Ch. 13

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Marinette had barely finished her homework when she heard the familiar sound of leather boots alighting on her balcony.

She turned to see Chat clambering gracelessly into her room through the skylight and tilted her head. “I thought we were gonna take a break tonight,” she said, carefully measuring the tone of her voice, trying not to betray her excitement that he hadn’t listened and that he was here. For her.

“I had to see you,” he mewled, sliding down her ladder like a videogame protagonist. He threw himself at her feet, sliding his head into her lap. “I missed you sooooo muuuuch.”

She giggled, stroking his hair (making sure to scratch a little behind his ears). “It’s been five hours at most, you goober.”

His eyes fluttered closed and his mouth popped open as she ran her hands through his hair, and she felt heat run through her body at the sight. God damn it, how was it fair that he was this attractive?

“One—one minute... without you is—is hell,” he forced out, barely, stopping and starting with each gasp of pleasure.

“Such a sweet talker,” she pooed, bringing her fingers under his chin and beginning to scritch, giggling as he melted. “So,” she said, “does Kitty want to answer to his Princess or his Lady tonight?”

Chat’s eyes squeezed, then blinked open, wide and emerald and wanting. “Actually,” he said, pulling away from her a little bit, “I was hoping we could... switch?”

Marinette pursed her lips and tilted her head. “You want to Dom,” she said, playfully incredulous. “You.”

Chat spluttered. “Did you even read ‘Off the Cuff?’” he said, indignant.

Marinette snorted. “You wrote that from my perspective,” she said. “Still submissive POV.”

Chat leaned back, crossed his arms, and pouted. “I just wanted to try it.”

Marinette smirked, reaching behind her to snatch a skein of yarn from her desk, then deftly wrapped it around her wrist. “Never said you couldn’t,” she purred, holding it up.

Chat beamed devilishly, and she felt leather-clad fingers wrap tight around her wrists, yanking her in toward him.

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[qusinbee]

is male presenting nipples still allowed???

Getting back in the swing of things

I think I’ve improved while I was away 

I’M ACCEPTING KOFIS IF YOU GUYS WANT TO SEND ME SOME

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[univer-sin-thusiast]

Tools

(lady|noir nsfw drabble, all characters are 18+)

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“So, what, I just... throw it?” Chat Noir fiddled with the Yo-Yo in his hands.

“Not without the string tied around your finger, Chat.” Ladybug looked at the baton in her own. “This would be easier if these weren’t so...”

“Intuitive?” her partner offered, pulling the string long his middle finger.

“There aren’t any buttons!” she complained, turning the baton over.

“Bug, the pawprint is a button,” Chat informed, giving the yo-yo few bounces.

“It’s the only button,” Ladybug pressed it and it extended in her hands to staff length. “How am I supposed to work it with no buttons?”

“It’s just like the yo-yo. You have to think about what you want it to do.” he said kindly, trying to figure out all the ways to open the yo-yo. “This is why we’re learning to use them.”

Ladybug frowned at the silver stick.

“Alright.” she huffed. “Let’s see how far up you go.”

Planting the staff firmly into the rooftop, Ladybug curled her legs around it and pressed the button again.

It took her up further than she expected, faster than she expected. She adjusted her legs so they clung tighter around it and took a look around at the midnight city.

It was then that Chat, several feet below her, figured out how to call the baton from the yo-yo, causing it to vibrate intensely.

The first vibration surprised and slightly aroused her. The second intensified the arousal, and the third made her panic. Ladybug willed the tool, through the muddled desire, to shrink.

Embarrassed and unfortunately turned on, on the sixth vibration she couldn’t hold in the moan.

Chat Noir watched his Lady descend on the baton, flustered and tense, initially oblivious until the eighth vibration made her moan once more.

Ladybug gripped the staff tightly, too anxious to enjoy the stimulation but too aroused to bring herself to escape the situation.

Her heart rate spiked once she felt Chat’s chest pressing against her back.

“Easy, bug, easy,” he soothed, hands coming to her arms. “Do you want some help getting off?”

She tensed even more and squeaked in surprise, feeling like this had all escalated very quickly and unsure as to how she felt about it, but the ninth vibration short-circuited her mind.

“Oh, whoops,” Chat sighed. “Poor choice of words. Okay, do you want some help getting down?”

All she could do was whine between gasps. The sensitive parts of her body tingled and she ached to be touched, and the pressure of her dear partner’s chest against her back was only intensifying matters.

She suddenly wanted him to press closer, to kiss her-

“Ladybug?” Chat whispered, bringing his hands to her waist. “Are you okay?”

His touch seemed to burn. It made her whimper in need. The vibrations continued, too slowly to consistently enjoy but not staggered enough to detach from.

“Marinette,” he murmured by her ear. “You need to say something, I need to know what you want.”

“Chat,” she breathed, but that was the extent of her present vocal ability.

Between vibrations, she managed to wrench one hand off the staff and paw for his shoulder over her own. Once her hand made contact, she gripped it tight. 

“Do you want to finish, bug?” he asked gently.

Ladybug nodded and bit her lip. Her hips ground along the bar, desperately seeking more friction. She was too far along to want to quit now.

“Is it okay if I help you out?” Chat asked.

She nodded once more, panting heavily.

Chat’s hands slowly trailed up her sides and settled on her breasts, kneading gently. This elicited another moan, but it still didn’t feel like enough to get her all the way.

“Give me a moment, bug,” he mumbled, removing one hand and gripping the staff.

Ladybug barely noticed the way it bent to his will, shrinking slowly down to baton size and lowering her to the ground - or rather, into his lap.

The vibrations seemed to pause as he played with her breast and the baton’s screen between her legs simultaneously.

And then they returned, constant and at full force, making Ladybug give a little cry. Chat pressed it more firmly between her legs, adding pressure. She began to feel his lips on her neck and his teeth gently biting through the suit, and her hips tried to grind along the baton again.

The warm feeling in her gut was escalating, quickly, like a balloon being blown, and all she wanted it to do was pop. Chat could probably tell by her sounds.

“Almost there, love. You’re almost there,” he kissed at her neck and jaw and cheek.

Her legs trembled, her head swam, and beneath the suit every single one of Marinette’s muscles were getting achey and tired.

Finally, the orgasm washed over her, spreading through her body and leaving pleasure and relaxation and sleepiness in its wake.

Chat removed the baton and turned off the vibrations and adjusted their bodies to more comfortable positions.

As he turned her around in his lap, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, hugging her close.

“Dazed,” she panted, still regaining her breath. “That was... unexpected.”

“So much for keeping our relationship on one side of the mask,” he nuzzled her and gave a few more soft kisses.

“Just as long as we remember which names we’re meant to be using,” Ladybug kissed him back. “The wrong nickname already gave you away once, chaton.”

“I know, bug, I know.” he lifted her into his arms and put her yo-yo back on her hip. “Now let’s go home. I think you’ve had enough excitement for one night.

[bimbandboozled]

i got so riled at the new frozer episode i poured my entire glass of iced tea over my head and that is not a joke

[nautiscarader]

t h e y k n e w

and you are not helping Bondage-boo

[smutember]

If you want something to be done right, do it yourself.

more info regarding Smutember 2020 will follow soon(TM). 

[ghostlyhamburger]

Just Between Us

Prompt: Foreplay

Request: Marinette/Mister Bug

Rating: E

Read on Ao3

Ladybug and Chat decided to switch miraculouses for a while, get to know each other’s kwamis and powers—just in case.

The last thing Marinette expected was to see was Mister Bug on her balcony. He’d visited her a few times as Chat, but Mister Bug seemed more responsible—not the kind to drop in on a civilian’s home to say hi.

She wasn’t supposed to know who he was, anyways, so she put on a confused look when she opened the skylight. “Um, hello?”

“Hey, Princess,” Mister Bug said, dropping into her bedroom, landing softly on her bed. “Sorry if I scared you. I know I look a little different tonight.”

“Chat?” she asked, feigning shock. “But—you look like Ladybug.”

“We switched,” he said simply. “Just for a little while. But I think I look good in spots, don’t I?” He struck a pose, stretching out languidly on her mattress, and she couldn’t help but blush slightly when she saw how well the suit contoured to his abs.

Since when did she have a thing for abs?!

“Y-you look good,” she confirmed, tearing her eyes away from him, trying not to let her face burn. True, he looked different, but this was still Chat, her friend who listened to her ramble about her day and didn’t laugh at her when she cried over the sad scenes in Disney movies. A friend she was comfortable with, and that comfort would be ruined if she let herself think about the fact that he was also hot as hell.

Mister Bug smiled widely as he sat up. “You look really good too, you know,” he murmured.

Her hair was hanging limply around her shoulders, and she was in the most unflattering oversized T-shirt she owned, comfy but looked like a muumuu on her slim form. “Yeah, right.”

“You do,” he said reaching out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “So, uh, I don’t know about you but I’m in the mood for some trashy reality TV.”

“Always,” she replied, her smile growing. This was easy. Comfortable. “Wanna head down? I’ll get the computer set up.”

Mister Bug groaned, flopping onto his back on her bed. “But I’m so comfy here. Can’t we just watch on your phone?”

“Lazy,” she accused, gently swatting at him, her hand making soft contact with his stomach (and those abs). “Fine, scoot over so I can lay down.”

He rolled over, onto his stomach, and she grabbed her phone from the small shelf beside the bed and pulled up the latest episodes of The Bachelor.

“How is this guy supposed to choose any girl when he spends maybe fifteen minutes with them?” Mister Bug ranted, his shoulder pressed to Marinette’s as they squished together to look at the small screen.

“Most of the time they don’t end up married after the show,” she replied. “They try to say it’s all love at first sight, but I don’t think that exists.”

“Not even with that model kid you’ve got all the pictures of?”

“Shut up,” she replied, lightly shoving him. “I hated him at first, actually. But then he turned out to be really sweet.”

“Wait, you actually do love him?”

She blinked. “Uh, yeah? I haven’t exactly been subtle about it.”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just stared at her, his eyes seeming to search her face for something. “Just him?”

It was amazing how green his eyes were, even without the wash of his usual mask. “I—I don’t know.”

The music swelled from the phone as the bachelor embraced one of the identical blonde women, and Mister Bug pressed his lips to Marinette’s.

He pulled away after a too-brief moment, but her hands cupped his cheeks and pulled him close for another kiss. Her fingers splayed in his hair, and her lips parted against his, letting his tongue slip against hers. One of them, or maybe both of them, moaned, and the sound made them jump apart.

“We just—” Marinette said.

“We did,” Mister Bug confirmed. “Do you want to--?”

“Yes.”

Their lips met again, and they moved together, Marinette rolling onto her back so Mister Bug could kneel over her. His knee moved between her legs as she parted them, the oversized shirt pushing up on her thighs, revealing more skin.

“You’re beautiful,” Mister Bug murmured, gloved hands gently stroking her hair. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Mar.”

“Really?” she asked, blushing. “But—what about Ladybug?”

“I’ll always love her a little bit,” he said with a soft, honest smile. “But hanging out with you, seeing you smile…I’ve moved on.”

Had he really though? She couldn’t think about an answer as he kissed her again, one hand on her leg, creeping higher, higher.

“W-wait,” she said, and he froze instantly. She placed a hand on his chest, gently tracing the lines of his suit to comfort him as she asked with a sly grin, “In what way have you wanted me, exactly?”

He grinned back at her, a smile that promised sin, and her heart seemed to stutter for a moment. “Just like this,” he murmured, his voice lowered. “With a lot fewer clothes.”

“So you want to…”

He sighed, his hand leaving her leg, making her feel suddenly cold. “I want you, all of you, so bad, but…the suit doesn’t come off unless I drop my transformation.”

“I don’t suppose you have a blindfold with you?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Sorry, left it in my other supersuit.”

Marinette sighed, tilting her head slightly up, highly aware of how the small stretch pressed her breasts towards Mister Bug. “So, we can’t have sex.”

“No.”

“Well…we can do nearly everything but.”

He gulped, his eyes wide. Marinette knew for a fact that Tikki wouldn’t mind if he left the suit on during their activities—she’d in fact encouraged Marinette to do the same thing when she’d shown some interest in Chat before.

His hand was back on her leg, creeping up her thigh, pushing her shirt up past the line of her panties. He rested on his knees as he slowly pulled the garment up over her breasts, over her head, and finally threw it on the ground below. He let his hands rest on her stomach, then, fingers stroking the soft skin of her waist and hips, but his eyes were fixed to her bare breasts.

“You can touch, you know,” she said. “I—I want you to touch me. Please.”

That was all the encouragement he needed to touch her chest, cupping her breasts in his hands. The material of his suit was smooth, and she could feel the heat from his skin radiating through it.

Tikki had once told her the suit could change thickness, to protect her from harm but still let her feel for a pulse in any akuma victims. Apparently that aspect of the suit had other applications, as Mister Bug’s touch was so gentle, so careful, as he explored every centimeter of her breasts with his hand.

He gently rolled her nipple between two fingers, his mouth hanging slightly agape as he openly stared at her chest, watching the little bud harden to his touch. He gave one small pinch, and Marinette gasped.

His lips crashed into hers again, the slow deliberate touches gone as he squeezed her breasts, kissed her jaw, her neck. His eyes met hers, and he smiled before lowering his head to flick his tongue against her nipple, open mouth against her skin, making her feel warm and wet in more ways than one.

“Chat,” she groaned.

He smiled, lips still against her breast. “Not my name this time.”

She rolled her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows to meet his gaze. “I’m not moaning out ‘Mister Bug’.”

His smile fell. “I don’t—did I tell you that’s my name?”

“Y-yeah?”

He shook his head slightly before smiling again. “Okay. Still, don’t call me Chat right now.”

She pressed two fingers beneath his chin, drawing up his face to meet hers. “Then you better make sure I can’t say words at all.”

His eyes darted down, glancing between her legs. “Wait, you want me to—”

Marinette rolled her eyes again, and quickly reached down, tugging her panties off her hips, kicking them off her legs altogether. “Touch me.”

Mister Bug wasted no time in moving his touches, his kisses lower, his lips just below her navel as his gloved hands traced her folds. One finger slipped inside her, and she moaned.

“God, you’re so—” Mister Bug murmured, before cutting himself off with his lips on her hipbone and a second finger pushing inside her. She whimpered, letting her hips buck up against his hand.

His fingers brushed her clit, and she cried out, her head falling back against the mattress as stars swam in her vision.

“Can—can I taste you?” he asked, his voice so soft, so unsure she barely heard him.

“Please, please,” she begged, spreading her legs just a bit more. “I’m—you’re—oh god…”

His mouth was on her clit suddenly, tongue flicking at it like he’d done against her breast. His fingers were still in her, sliding in and out of her, moving harder, faster. She was overwhelmed by yes yes good more, feeling a tension inside her that was wound tighter and tighter and—she screamed as she came, her hands tangled in his hair, holding him there as she rode that wave of pleasure.

He kissed her inner thigh before drawing his fingers out of her, looking up at her. “Marinette,” he murmured, her name a reverent prayer on his tongue.

“Wow,” she murmured, moving her arms to cover her face as embarrassment started to set in. “That—wow. I wish I could return the favor…”

Mister Bug made a sound like a strangled groan. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll be thinking of you plenty when I get home tonight.”

“Speaking of,” she said, glancing at her now discarded phone, reaching for it to check the time.

He sighed. “Yeah. I should go.”

“I—I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked softly.

He kissed her lips gently, letting her have the briefest taste of herself. “I’ll be here every night if you let me,” he murmured. “Especially if I can get my hands on a good blindfold.”

“Maybe I’ll just make a mask for you,” she said, her fingertips tracing the domino mask he wore. “I’d like to be able to see you.”

He kissed her again before pulling back. “I have to go. If I stay any longer…”

Marinette nodded. “Good night, Mister Bug.”

“Good night, Marinette.”

Once he was gone and she was dressed again, Plagg flew out of the little cubby hiding space she’d made for Tikki. “Hey, Pigtails.”

“Yeah?”

“When you finally do your whole reveal thing, can you make sure I’m out of the ring?” he asked. “The look on the kid’s face is going to be priceless.”

Marinette laughed. “I’ll do my best.”

[qusinbee]

Marinette’s aesthetic is pink. 

Twitter Version 

[quantumchickpea]

Trying to destress by drawing. So, here’s a quick pin up Marinette. 

[ao3bronte]

wants + needs

Also on AO3

It’s far too late when she walks down the stairs of the L’Institut Marangoni, her book bag chock full of various designs and scraps of luxury fabrics. She knows she’s already missed the bus that would have taken her right to her parent’s apartment and she’s loathe to find herself in the metro again at this time of night, especially after her interesting experience the last time.

Marinette sighs. She could always just transform into Ladybug…

...or not. Heaving a sigh, Marinette trudges towards the closest subway station and resigns herself to whatever crazies lie in wait.

Holding her purse close to her chest, she’s just about to descend into the tunnels when he shows up, landing soundlessly on the glowing metro sign just above the staircase. He holsters his baton and grins as she freezes in her tracks, his tail swiftly swaying from side to side.

“What’s a girl like you doing out on a night like this?”

Marinette relaxes her fists and rolls her eyes, “Really Chat? That’s all you can come up with?”

His eyes meet hers with a wink and a smile and Marinette can’t help but squeeze her thighs together as his tail snaps like a whip, the memories of the last time he’d used his leather belt on her body still fresh in her mind. She thinks about the soft red marks he’d left on her skin that night and the way he’d held her close against him after, the delicious contrast still replaying over and over on repeat.

“Would you like me to accompany you home ma Princesse?” he asks with a bow, leaping from the edge of the sign to land in front of her. Smirking, he straightens in his stance and approaches her without waiting for an answer, crowding her space in the best way possible. She nods once and gasps as Chat trails his claws playfully along the seam of her skirt, his lips slightly grazing hers, “Then let’s go.”

Pulling her up into his arms, Chat leaps from perch to perch until he’s running along the Parisian rooftops, heedless to the laws of gravity. She holds on to him tightly as he careens over the side of a building and lands on the neighbouring eaves twenty metres away, her body not quite used to his hairpin turns as she is to the freefall of her yoyo. It feels like hours, but it only takes him a few minutes until he’s passing over the Seine and dropping her on the doorstep of the bakery, his green eyes quickly scanning the area around them as they land. Satisfied with what he sees, he slips his hands up her skirt just for a moment and traces patterns across her inner thighs with his thumbs before pulling away with a kiss.

Marinette is reeling, the adrenaline coursing through her body keeping her on edge, “Just where do you think you’re going?”

“Hmm?” Chat smirks, cocking a hip like he knows what she's after, licking his lips just so. Marinette growls and closes the space between them, her gaze predatory.

“Get on my balcony. I’ll be five minutes.”

~

The balcony door bursts open and he’s on her in seconds, his hands sliding up her thighs and squeezing her ass before she can so much as breathe his name. She whimpers into his kiss, his lips hard and demanding and everything she could ever want in that moment, the urgency of his movements making her back arch against the mattress he’s pinned her to.

“Please…” she cries out as he nips her collarbones, his gloved hands carefully undressing her. She runs her fingers through his hair and tugs at the strands at the nape of his neck, his moans reverberating against her skin and god, this is just what she needed after such a long day. Greedily, she wrap her legs around his waist and he yanks the lacy material of her shirt off her body in response, exposing her bare chest to him.

“Naughty,” he grins, his tongue peeking out between his teeth as they pull apart long enough for Chat to peel the rest of her top off her arms.

Marinette just shrugs, “I couldn’t wear a bra with this shirt, it would ruin the look.”

“How very convenient,” Chat approves, bending down to lick a strip of flesh along the curve of her breasts. Humming his satisfaction, he slides his tongue across one of her nipples and sucks.

“Ahhhh…” Marinette arches her back and grips onto his shoulders for dear life, his teeth gently grazing as he teases and teases. He gives her other breast the same treatment and uses his free hand to tweak her nipple in time with his tongue, roughly squeezing them just enough to make Marinette whimper against him, “Please Chat…I want to…”

“Ah ah ah,” he scolds her, mischief in his eyes as he straightens so that he’s kneeling over top of her. Marinette reaches for the outline of his cock against the leather of his suit and shivers, her heart thumping in her ears, “Ladies first.”

Holding out his hand, Marinette takes it and lets him spin her around, bending her over on her hands and knees. He runs his fingers against her heated skin, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh of her ass until she’s heady with it, putty in his hands. He slides her skirt and panties down around her knees and slips them out from underneath her, leaving her naked and exposed and whimpering just for him.

“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, spreading her cheeks with his palms. Her body begins to quiver as his breath brushes against her skin and she cries out, heedless to her parents downstairs as she feels his tongue slip between her folds, hot and wet as it glides from her clit to her entrance and back again.

Collapsing onto her elbows, Marinette arches and pushes her ass out as much as she can, begging for more. She grabs hold of the sheets and bites her pillow as he moans against her clit, his tongue dipping in and out of her entrance until he’s practically fucking her with his tongue. It feels like too much and not enough all at the same time and Marinette gasps and writhes against him as his mouth clamps down on her clit and sucks hard, her pleasure skyrocketing. He’s drawing her in with long, hard pulls and it hurts and it’s so so good and she’s so close, so close she can almost taste it and—

“Nggghhhh…” she groans as he pulls away, his willingness to tease her never ending. She looks back over her shoulder and watches as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning like an idiot, “Why’d you stop?”

Chat chuckles and answers her with a shake of his head, removing his belt from the loops on his suit. She shivers as he holds it up for her to see and brushes the long leather strap down her spine and her thighs, her body trembling with need, “You’ve been naughty princess. You should have called me.”

Marinette buries her face in the pillow again and moans as he brings the belt down on her ass just hard enough to smart for a moment, her thighs convulsing with both pleasure and pain. She grips the cushions all around her as he rubs her skin with his free hand before smacking her again and Chat vaguely wonders if she could come from this alone, “Next time you stay late at school, call me. It’s not safe to walk home this late at night.”

“M’kay,” Marinette whimpers into her pillow, swaying her hips back and forth in anticipation. Chat smirks and eases her back up on her knees so that her back is pressing against his suit. She knows what’s about to happen now and bites her lip as he wraps his belt around her eyes, blindfolding her with a loose knot at the back of her head. If she really wanted to, she could pull it away at any moment; she wonders if he ties it this loose on purpose for that very reason.

His detransformation is over in a flash and she stays still as he tosses his clothes off to the side, the mattress dipping as he shucks his trousers and briefs. Barely a minute passes and he’s back, gripping her hips with his bare hands and slipping his jutting cock between her folds.

“Mmm…” he breathes against the shell of her ear, his other hand coming up to play with her breasts. She throws her head back against his shoulder and gasps as he pick up the pace, the head of his cock flicking against her clit with each and every thrust, “Tell me what you want.”

Marinette shudders against his bare chest as his shaft presses against her entrance, “You. Please, I want you.”

“As you wish princess,” he breathes against her temple, nibbling a line of kisses along her neck and shoulder. He exhales as he slowly pushes inside her, spreading and filling her until she’s writhing against him, breathlessly gasping for air. Bending her forwards again on all fours, he plants both hands on her hips and begins fucking her from behind in earnest, a million and one pent up urges driving him inside her. His thrusts are deep and powerful and she’s already trembling from the sheer force of his movements, whimpering and moaning his name into her pillow like a prayer.

Slipping his fingers between the knot of his belt and her hair, Chat pulls her head backwards and changes the angle, her pussy clenching around his cock in a way he wasn’t quite prepared for. Gritting his teeth, he groans and tightens his grasp on her hip, speeding up his thrusts until she’s babbling incoherently, her legs nearly collapsing out from underneath her, “Come for me Marinette, please.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice; giving into the hot rush of electricity at the base of her spine, Marinette lets go as he hauls her up to his chest again, holding her against him as she loses herself to the sensation. Her mind is wiped blank as she convulses, her mouth open in a silent scream as the feeling surges through her fingers and toes, heady and intoxicating and god , he’s coming too, he’s coming too and the sounds he’s making, the sweet nothings he’s murmuring in her ear are everything as she shivers around his cock, arousal dripping down her thighs.

“Mmm…” he hums in satisfaction after several moments, slipping out of her and pulling her down with him on the mattress. Marinette sags against his chest and basks in the afterglow as he skims his fingers along her bare skin, sated and sensitive and already itching for more, “I should bring you home more often.”

“Agreed,” Marinette chuckles, adjusting the belt around her eyes, “One day I’d like to do this without the blindfold.”

Chat stiffens beside her, “That’s....I honestly never thought I’d hear you say those words.”

Marinette shrugs, “I’m starting to see your side of the argument.”

“Did you...did you just make a pun?”

Marinette turns to face him and grazes her fingers down his abdomen blindly, “And if I did?”

“Fuck…” he groans as she wraps her hand around his shaft, “Ready to go again?”

Marinette smiles and reaches back to readjust the knot at the back of her head, “As you wish.”

fin

[nautiscarader]

Just came back from twitter, where an amazing MLNS//FW artist, Mauveaw disappeared, probably after being targeted by some trolls. It's a good thing I was able to save her works (and someone else has reuploaded them to R34)

PSA to all of you: always keep backups of art and content you see online. "Save" option exists for a reason. And if it doesn't, try saving them either way.

and PSA to artists: always keep backups of your works, and have other accounts ready. Like, everywhere. So that if one fails, people can find you easily on others.

[smutember]

smutember day 15 - costumes by billythesquid

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26235439/chapters/64554820