#smutember 2017 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

ao3bronte · 7 years ago

Text

Smutember: Dom/Sub

Masquerade on Ao3

Part 2

February 27th, 2017

“Are you feeling okay?”

Marinette jerks up from her dinner plate and promptly looks away from her mother’s imploring gaze, hoping to pray away the flush on her skin and the throbbing between her thighs. This was not supposed to start this early.

“I…uh…I just remembered something embarrassing at school today, that’s all.”

Sabine never looks entirely convinced anymore and, if she wasn’t so distracted by the fact that she’s probably soaking through her sweatpants, Marinette would have cause to worry, “Are you sure? You look flushed. Are you feeling sick?”

“I’m fine mum, just embarrassed.”

“You’ve been looking off all week,” her father adds, eyeing her carefully. She ducks her head and glares at the pile of untouched rice in front of her, vowing to interrogate Tikki the next chance she gets.

“Don’t worry about me!” she puts on her best Meryl Streep and smiles like she doesn’t have a care in the world, “I just need a minute. I’ll be back.”

Marinette slips out of her chair and takes her phone off the counter, walking towards the bathroom as casually as she can. She’s starting to sweat now, beads of perspiration pooling on her collarbones and the small of her back. She remembers the feeling from last year, the all-encompassing urge to do something she has absolutely no idea how to do overwhelming her. She closes the door behind her and gently nudges her pocket, urging the kwarmi out from inside its folds.

“What is going on?”

Tikki kneads her hands together, “It must be the weather.”

“What?”

“Well, what else could it be?” she says more to herself than to Marinette, “It’s always worse in the temperate countries. We never have these issues when we only have two seasons.”

“Wait, what?”

Tikki turns to acknowledge Marinette yet again, “Heat cycles are triggered by changes in the length of the day. The higher or lower the latitude, the more drastic the change. However, extreme changes in temperature and climate can also be a factor.”

“So you’re saying that global warming is the reason why this is happening to me?”

Tikki shrugs, “It’s a possibility, yes.”

Marinette takes the towel off the bar and buries her face in it, moaning in frustration, “Why does this always happen to me?”

“It’s all right Marinette,” Tikki presses a tiny palm to her cheek, “You’re not the first Ladybug to deal with these kinds of things you know.”

Marinette sits down on the edge of the tub, “I know, I know. Still…is this going to affect me for the rest of my life? And what about Chat? What’s going to happen to him?”

“It will settle down eventually,” Tikki replies carefully, not quite reaching her bearer’s eyes.

“And Chat?”

“He’ll…always be affected in one way or another. That’s just how it works.”

Marinette frowns, “What about when we’re older?”

“Well, most Ladybugs and Chat Noirs find that they end up together one way or another. It’s never been too much of an issue.”

“What about the others?”

Tikki wavers, “Saving the world can be a dangerous undertaking.”

The kwarmi doesn’t elaborate and Marinette doesn’t need her to, “But I don’t love Chat.”

“You don’t have to,” Tikki shrugs, “Not yet anyway. Sometimes they start as friends like yourselves, sometimes they start as enemies. It’s never the same story and it never will be. You’re the master of your own ship Marinette. Only you can decide who you love.”

Marinette shoves her face back into the towel and exhales loudly, “But you’re saying that the odds are against me.”

“Not against you Marinette. You’ve built that wall up all on your own.”

“I just don’t like the idea of being forced to love someone just because of some weird side affect to being a Miraculous bearer.”

“Like I said, no one is forcing you into anything. The two of you just happen to be predisposed to each other, that’s all.”

“It doesn’t feel right.”

“Is Chat really that bad that you can’t give him a chance?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to give him a chance…”

“But…”

“I like…other people.”

“Adrien already told you he’s seeing someone.”

Marinette slumps against the tile, the memories of ripping gently removing his pictures from her wall still fresh in her mind, “I know…but…”

“If you told him how you felt now, how do you think that would make him feel? I’ve never heard him so animated than when he was describing her.”

“I know…”

“So let him go Marinette. Let him be and support him. I know you’re unhappy but you can’t let it define you. Trust me, your friends have noticed.”

She winces, “They have?”

“Yes,” Tikki nods, “It’s okay to feel sad sometimes but it’s not okay to push that sadness onto others over something that makes them happy.”

“I know…” Marinette sighs, "I guess I have been kind of stupid lately."

"I wouldn't put it quite like that but..." Tikki shrugs, "Sometimes our greatest happiness comes from seeing others when they're happy, even if you're not necessarily a part of it."

Marinette draws her legs up to her chest and buries her face in her knees, "You're right Tikki. I should apologize."

"That would be a good start," the kwarmi replies, nuzzling her forehead. Marinette looks up and, although the touch is soothing, she still feels oversensitive and overheated.

"Should I text him?"

Tikki gives her the once over and nods, "I think that's a good idea."

She unfolds her legs, "I'm nervous."

"Everyone is nervous for their first time but trust me, your body will know what to do."

"It will?"

"I think so," Tikki takes one of her fingers and nudges her towards the door, "Instinct will cut in and you'll be just fine. Now, get your phone and let him know before you chicken out!"

“Alright, let’s get this over with.”

Marinette weaves her fingers together and reverses them, cracking her knuckles out in front if her with a stretch and a pop. Chat just looks at her like a grape that’s been left out too long in the sun.

“Can I just put this out there?” he struggles to get his lips and jaw working in sync, leaning awkwardly to one side, “I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.”

“Me neither, so we should be on an even playing field,” she says, grabbing his forearm and gently tugging him forward, “Come on, we need to find a quiet place to get this out of our system.”

Chat gulps and tries not to breathe, “You smell so good right now.”

“Yeah?” she makes a face, “You’re not the first person to tell me that lately.”

“Might be the hormones,” he replies, pupils widening the space between them diminishes, “You usually smell like bread but now you smell even better.”

He buries his face in her hair and Marinette tries to control the way her body reacts, she really does, but god, it’s starting to act on its own volition and maybe Tikki was right, “Let’s find that spot quickly before someone catches us.”

“Right,” he mutters and his voice is lost in a daze. She swallows uncomfortably and leaps off the edge of the Notre-Dame de Paris, yoyo-ing across the river towards the district of St. Gervais. She lands on the rooftops of L’Hôtel de Ville before taking off further north, her eyes peeled for something, anything.

Tentatively, she lands on the wooden planks of a rooftop bar and quickly scans the area for any late-night stragglers, eyeing the name of the place glowing from a hanging neon sign. Le Perchoir Marais stands out against the dark in the ailing moonlight and she can immediately sense him as he lands and approaches her from behind, the hairs on the back of her neck rising in anticipation.

“This looks as good a place as any,” she whispers, her voice wavering dangerously and Chat can’t help but reach out, grazing his claws along her arms in her suit. She spins around before he can move any closer, swallowing back her fears so she can take the lead.

“Close your eyes.”

He nods and complies, giving Marinette a brief moment to catch her breath before detransforming. The weather is unseasonably warm tonight, a comfortable 23°C, and she’s dressed only in a T-shirt and soft pants. Nothing sexy about it, she thinks as she pulls her mask on from where she’d stuffed it in her back pocket, but they probably weren’t going to stay on her body for much longer anyway.

“Alright, now you.”

He opens his to find hers already closed and detransforms quickly, slipping the cotton mask he’d snagged from the corner store across from the back door he’d managed to sneak out of after yesterday’s Armani fitting. He steps towards her and Marinette doesn’t need to hear him speak to know that she can open her eyes, capturing him in her gaze. His eyes are covered, his clothing black and casual against his skin. She lifts his shirt over his head and runs her hands over his sides and torso, tracing his muscles and mapping his body, and leans in for a kiss.

Plagg had filled him in on the first time she’d kissed him and he certainly hadn’t neglected to tease him mercilessly about it for weeks. The second time she’d kissed him had been in a moment of vulnerability on both of their parts, a small peck to the forehead that had left him breathless.

This kiss was nothing like that.

Her lips are soft and warm against his and he’s not sure what to do with his hands so he follows her lead, skimming her arms and neck with his fingertips until his palms are cupping her face. He’s so anxious he can barely breathe, so nervous that he’ll screw this up for her, so nervous that he won’t be able to give her what she needs because he knows what they’re about to do, knows the significance of it and oh god—

She snaps him out of it with just a hint of tongue and it surprises him, the texture so different from her lips and he ignores the urge to pull back and ask if he’s doing this right because she’d probably hit him, and then she’d be mad at him and start telling him that this was a bad idea and–

“Chat.”

He blinks slowly, “Yeah?”

“I can practically hear you thinking. Stop it.”

“Uh,” he stammers, pulling back for a moment, “I’m-I’m sorry.”

Her expression softens, “Are we doing this or not?”

He nods and tries to unglue his tongue from the roof of his mouth. He takes a deep breath and it has the complete opposite effect of what he wants; instead of calming him, it fills his senses and fries his nerves.

She pulls off her own shirt and he glances down nervously, studying her chest and abdomen. He runs his hands against her obliques, her toned physique thrown in stark relief against the waning moonlight and he slides them up her body, meeting her gaze in wordless permission.

Now this is something he can deal with, he thinks, reaching back and unclasping her bra with an ease born from growing up with hooks and fasteners of every kind littering his mother’s office. He wasn’t allowed into his father’s as a child but his mum, she’d let him toy with whatever she put in front of him.

Finally feeling a little sense of confidence, he takes the straps between his fingers and pulls them down over her skin until he frees them from her arms and gently drops it onto the coffee table beside them. He’s seen people naked before (perks of the job?) but never quite this close and never quite for him.

“Touch me,” she demands, her cheeks flushed from the way he stares at her in earnest, like he’s trying to commit this to memory. For all she knows, he probably is.

Chat takes that last shred of conviction and places his hands on her waist, running them up her sides until he can graze the undersides of her breasts. She reacts with a shiver and he isn’t sure whether it’s from him or the slight chill in the breeze but he hopes it’s the former and goes with what he knows, reminded of the way he touches himself now and then. He grazes one of her nipples with his thumb and watches her body frisson with what he hopes is pleasure and promptly repeats the gesture.

“Oh,” she breathes, watching her body react. It feels like she’s escaped reality for a moment, like she’s watching herself from above, shivering with anticipation. She feels like she’s soaking through her pants and that this isn’t helping, none of this is helping at all. She needs release and she needs it now and nothing, nothing is going to stop her.

“Take your pants off and lie down,” she squeezes the hand still resting on his shoulder and he drops his arms, nodding dumbly at her. He leans back against the cushions on the pallet couch and watches as she climbs over top of him, digging her fingers in beneath his waistband. She pulls them down much like she would pull off a band aid; carefully at first and then quickly and without abandon because—

She’d done her due diligence of course. She’d opened her web browser on privacy mode and looked them up, pragmatically noticing the differences in size and shape without thinking too specifically about it. She figured if she could do that then, she could do that now. After all, this was a means to an end, this was a means to an end, this was…

There’s something like a loud clunk in her brain, one that knocks her train of thought completely off its rails and into the neighbouring ravine. His penis is erect, it’s average in size and shape, it’s bobbing against his abdomen and fuck, all her body wants to do is touch it.

“Ladybug?”

Her eyes tear back to his face and she knows she must look crazy, knows she must look ridiculous because his eyes are widening dramatically, his lips parting like he’s about to shriek. She licks her lips, all considerations thrown out the proverbial window as she hops off his lap and tears her own clothing away, clambering back on top before he can so much as speak, let alone wipe the look of fear off his face. She takes his cock in her hand and shimmies closer, trying not to look into his eyes but she can see the way his body suddenly arches, hears the way he keens in surprise and grasps onto the cushions like his life depends on it. Marinette can’t get distracted, she has to have him, has to scratch this itch and get on with her life and—

She guides his cockhead between her lips and tests her weight, finding the right spot. She knows it’s going to hurt but she’s so wet and greedy with it, exhaling loudly as she inches her way down and down and down and ah!

She finally settles against his thighs and doesn’t move for a moment, trying to come to grasps with the foreign feeling and the blood pounding in her ears. She finally looks up at him again and sees his face flushed and panting, lips parted and eyes half-lidded in pleasure and panic. His hips jerk like his muscles can’t quite handle the way they’re being overcome with the sensation, his nerves strung tighter than a live wire.

“Hold my waist.”

It takes a moment for her words to catch up with the rest of him but he eventually follows her lead, always follows her lead because—

“Ah!”

She puts her hand squarely on his chest and begins moving, letting her hips shift forward ever so slightly. The friction is fleeting and she does it again and again, relishing in the way it makes her thighs tremble and her fingers ache from where she has one of his palms trapped against her hips. She uses the hand on his chest to support her, her fingernails scratching red lines into his chest and he lets out a breathy gasp, pressing back into the pleasure/pain and his cock jolts inside her. She moans at the feeling and clenches instinctively, setting forth a whole chain of reactions and sensations that leave her mind senseless.

She rolls her hips as her instincts take over, the buzz in her brain telling her to let go of his hand on her hip and reach forward to finger herself instead. The contrast feels sensational and she throws her head back, lips parted and eyes closed shut at the way the angle of his cock shifts inside. He’s losing his breath, jerking his hips upwards to meet her thrusts and revelling in the way she seems to sink deeper, so slick and wet and tight and fuck, her breathy moans are filling the air around him and it feels like he’s on fire, responding to her every shudder and touch and she flutters around him, clenches and moans and Chat can’t help but arch against the cushion and seize and come and come and come.

“Chat?”

They haven’t moved in minutes, what with the way she’s more or less draped herself unceremoniously over top of him. It’s a luxury he never thought he’d get a chance to indulge in and he’s not planning on moving any time soon.

“Mm?”

“Do you still feel it?”

“Yup.”

“Oh thank god, you up for round two?”

May 1st, 2017

Ladybug Are you still in New York?

CN Yeah, why? Gala starts in an hour.

CN Do you think this looks alright?

CN The outfits some of these people are wearing are insane.

CN Did you see the snap I sent you of Madonna? Weirdest thing I've ever seen in my life, and I fight akuma for a living.

CN Well, not a living but you know what I mean.

CN It'd be nice if we could make some royalties off all the merchandise they sell.

CN Ladybug?

#miraculust #miracusin #mlnsfw #ml fanfic #smutember #smutember2017 #adrien agreste #marinette cheng #miraculous ladybug #brontewrites

18 notes · View notes

ao3feed-ladynoir · 7 years ago

Text

Masquerade: Cut Scenes

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2yJUyrK

by Bronte

Author and fan written deleted/extended scenes from the Masquerade-verse.

After all, they don’t call it la petite mort for nothing.

A Smutember fic.

Words: 381, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Masquerade

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste, Plagg (Miraculous Ladybug), Tikki (Miraculous Ladybug)

Relationships: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Additional Tags: Lots of Sex, Sex EVERYWHERE, Hilarity Ensues, Deleted Scenes

September 28, 2017 at 11:56AM read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2yJUyrK

#Ladynoir #Adrienette #Adrien Agreste #AO3Feed #FanFics #AO3 Ladynoir #💖#🐞#❤️#🐱#💚#Marinette Dupain Cheng #Miraculous Ladybug #September 2017

3 notes · View notes

ao3feed-hiccstrid · 7 years ago

Text

Nautiscarader's Smutember 2017 prompts

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2wmiguX

by nautiscarader

Welcome to the smutfest! 30 days of Semptember, thrity prompts, courtesy of the creative, dirty minds of smutember.tumblr.com. As per rules, all characters are 18+, though in many cases it doesn't matter, but I had to specify it. Thank you to all of my tumblr followers, who voted which pairing should go with which prompt.

Each chapter will have name of the kink, as well as pairing and the name of the fandom in the title. Feel free to comment if you want to share your opinion, or if you find a mistake.

Words: 1423, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Gravity Falls, Star vs. The Forces Of Evil, Miraculous Ladybug, Milo Murphy's Law, Phineas and Ferb, Wakfu, Avatar: The Last Airbender, A Goofy Movie (1995), Goof Troop, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, How to Train Your Dragon (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Wendy Corduroy, Dipper Pines, Marco Diaz, Star Butterfly, Melissa Chase, Zack Underwood, Phineas Flynn, Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Astrid Hofferson, Amalia Sheran Sharm, Yugo (Wakfu), Adrien Agreste, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Max Goof, Roxanne (Disney)

Relationships: Wendy Corduroy/Dipper Pines, Wendy Corduroy & Dipper Pines, Star Butterfly/Marco Diaz, Star Butterfly & Marco Diaz, Rarity/Spike, Melissa Chase & Zack Underwood, Phineas Flynn/Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, Phineas Flynn & Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, Amalia Sheran Sharm/Yugo (Wakfu), Evangelyne/Tristepin Percedal, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson, Adrien Agreste/Ladybug, Chat Noir/Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug), Max Goof/Roxanne

Additional Tags: holy shit that's a lot of tags, Not a Crossover, just a bunch of stories, often found in them:, Established Relationship, Aged-Up Character(s), and lots of kinks.

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2wmiguX

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #hiccstrid #how to train your dragon #HTTYD

4 notes · View notes

nautiscarader · 6 years ago

Text

thatguywiththefaceog replied to your post: Smutember 2017 - day 30, voyeurism, Wendip (GF)

this one of my personal favorites

Thank you!

#thatguywiththefaceog

3 notes · View notes

miz-joelys-sherlollilists · 5 years ago

Text

Limited Edition Sherlolly

I decided to make a separate Sherlollilist for limited edition events like Sherlollicon, Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Smutember, etc. Thanks to @sherlolly for helping me brainstorm the title!

12 Days of Sherlolly 2016-2019

50 Reasons to Have (Sherlolly) Sex

Big Bang Fics

Halloween at 221B

Sherlollicon 2020 Fics

Sherlolly Appreciation Week (SAW) 2015

Sherlolly Appreciation Week (SAW) 2016

Sherlolly Appreciation Week (SAW) 2017

Sherlolly Appreciation Week (SAW) 2018

Sherlolly Appreciation Week (SAW) 2019

Sherlolly Appreciation Week (SAW) 2020

Sherlolly Appreciation Week (SAW) 2021

Smutember 2016

#sherlolly #masterlist of limited edition collections

57 notes · View notes

ao3feed-the100 · 7 years ago

Text

if you want to view paradise; simply look around and view it

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2wWlS7d

by Zoadgo

For Smutember Day 8 : Exhibitionism

Words: 1720, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 8 of Smutember 2017

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: John Murphy (The 100), Emori (The 100)

Relationships: Emori/John Murphy (The 100)

Additional Tags: Exhibitionism, AU, Club Sex, Public Sex

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2wWlS7d

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the 100 #the 100 fic

0 notes

ao3feed-batb2017 · 7 years ago

Text

Smutember Day 23: Animalistic Tendencies

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2fIBAtG

by WitchOfTheWestCountry

An AU in which Belle told the Beast she loved him too late....

Words: 4094, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Beauty and the Beast (2017), Beauty and the Beast (1991)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Beast (Disney), Belle (Disney), Lumiere (Disney), Cogsworth (Disney), Mrs Potts, Chip

Relationships: Beast/Belle (Disney)

Additional Tags: Tetraphilia, Plate death, Bestiality, kind of

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2fIBAtG

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #batb #beauty and the beast #emma watson #dan stevens

0 notes

ao3bronte · 7 years ago

Text

Smutember: First Time

Masquerade on Ao3

19: First Time

Part 1

February 12th, 2017

They're sitting on their favourite ledge on the uppermost tier of la Tour Eiffel, gorging on hamburgers and frites and Coca-Cola when she finally (finally) broaches the subject.

"Has it started yet? For you?"

He’s already predicted the reason for her silence tonight and it's with that seemingly intrinsic ability of his that Chat doesn't choke, "If by it you mean it, then yeah, it has."

They don't speak for a while, a quiet understanding stretching out between them. After the spring 2016 fiasco, they'd talked about it in a conversation that had somehow turned into a pact where they'd try and find a solution to deal with it together as opposed to suffering alone. The essential point had been thus: the lines of communication had to stay open for their partnership to work and that was something both of them could agree on.

"I talked about it with Tikki," she says around a mouthful of frites, "She gave me some suggestions."

Chat gulps down half of his cola and keeps his eyes trained along the horizon, "Yeah?"

"I'm...uh," she takes a huge bite of her hamburger and tries to find it within herself to keep going, "On the pill now."

Chat stares pointedly at a blinking cell tower in the distance and tries to keep himself from blushing, "Will that help?"

"Tikki seems to think so. She thinks it might help...dampen the affect."

"But it'll still be there."

"Yeah."

She licks some rogue ketchup off her wrist and fiddles with her carton of frites, "What did Plagg say?"

"Besides make fun of me?" Chat snorts and Marinette can't help but chuckle along with him, well versed in Plagg's scathing sarcasm from all the stories he'd shared, "Probably the same thing Tikki told you."

"The ‘you should probably just have sex and get over it’ talk?"

"More or less."

Marinette sighs, "Well, they do have a point."

This time Chat does choke on his hamburger, "What?!"

"How old are you again?"

"Seventeen," he wheezes, not entirely sure where this is going.

"So am I and it's not like it's unheard of for seventeen year old’s to have sex."

"Yeah, but—"

"And if we're smart about it, then we can hit two birds with one stone without dragging civilians into this."

"Ladybug—"

"So I know this probably seems totally out of the blue but I’ve been thinking about it and I think being friends with benefits could work out for us."

“What?!”

“Well? What do you think?”

“You…want to have sex…with me?”

Marinette looks at him like he’s being an idiot, which he probably is, “That’s what I just said.”

“But…what?”

Marinette shakes her head and wonders if she’s broken him, “Do I need to spell it out for you?”

Chat gapes at her and nods, a piece of lettuce falling out of his mouth. She rolls her eyes and dips another frite into the mayonnaise between them.

“I’m in heat and it makes you go crazy because we have a Miraculous fused to our bodies and it’s affecting us on a physiological level. The first year was fine, the second year was awful and I have no intention of sitting around again doing nothing for a whole month when it feels like I’m dying and exploding at the same time. So, I made a plan and this is it. We’re going to be friends with benefits. We have sex together when the itch starts to get in the way of our daily lives and we go on being friends and partners. Nothing changes in our relationship except this. You know, you scratch my back and I scratch yours.”

Chat blinks slowly. He blinks again.

He blinks one more time.

“…okay.”

“Is that an ‘okay, I’m fine with this’ or an ‘okay, I still don’t understand’?”

Chat opens his mouth and closes it again, glazed eyes as wide as saucers. It takes him another few seconds to gather his thoughts before he can actually try and form a sentence, “I…wha…ahhh…”

“Come on Chat,” she stares at him expectantly, urging him with a twirl of her wrist, “Spit it out.”

“That’s good,” he finally sputters, “Yeah. That’s good.”

“So you’re on board? When it gets bad for you, you’ll let me know?”

His world is beginning to spin rapidly, “Um, yeah.”

“And I’ll do the same,” she replies evenly, oblivious to the way he shirks from the ledge and tries not to fall backwards, “It probably won’t be for a while yet anyway, but I wanted to get a game plan together. I always like to have a plan.”

“Yep.”

“Chat, are you okay?”

“Yep.”

“Are you sure?”

“Nope.”

Chat surrenders to gravity and tries not to hyperventilate, ignoring the way the very woman responsible for ripping the carpet out from under his feet peers over him, only slightly concerned, “Chat?”

“I need a minute.”

Marinette just rolls her eyes, “You’re being so dramatic right now.”

“You literally just told me that you wanted to have sex with me.”

“Yes, I’m well aware.”

He exhales slowly and tries to tune out the sound of blood rushing in in ears, “Am I dreaming?”

“Would you like me to punch you to find out?”

“No thank you,” he breathes, the reality of the situation beginning to dawn on him, “Holy shit.”

“Hm?”

“You want to have sex with me.”

Marinette facepalms, “We don’t have a choice. Besides, this is for purely necessary reasons.”

“You want to have sex with me.”

“I mean, can you imagine trying to explain this to a civilian?” she lifts her fingers into guillemets, “Every Spring I suddenly go crazy and want to have sex 24/7. Oh, and by the way, I‘m Ladybug,” she shakes her head, “Yeah, not my idea of a fun time.”

“You want to have sex with me.”

If she rolls her eyes one more time, she swears they’ll get stuck there, “Seriously Chat? Are you even listening to me?”

He turns his head from where he’s been staring at the stars and makes eye contact with her, gaping like a fish, “Oh my god.”

“I’ll take that as a no,” she shakes her head and sips her drink, “Well, when you’re done having your existential crisis, I’ll be here.”

The dismissal in her voice shakes him out of his trance and he pulls himself onto his elbow, “Sorry, this is like…probably the weirdest moment of my life.”

She raises a brow, “Trust me, I never thought I’d be saying this either.”

“Ladybug, asking me for sex,” he can’t help the slightly unhinged giggle that escapes his lips, “I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Moi non plus, but here we are,” she plucks the pickle from her burger and pops it into her mouth, “Any questions before we proceed?”

“Yes actually,” he pulls himself back into a sitting position, “Where exactly is this going to happen? It’s not like there are tons of strategically placed beds sitting around the rooftops of Paris.”

Marinette levels him with a look, “Obviously. I still haven’t figured that part out yet but it’s not like it’s going to get bad right away. We have time.”

“Okay,” he trails off, “What about this?” He gestures between the two of them before flicking a claw against the bell at his neck, “These don’t exactly have zippers.”

“I’ve come up with a solution for that one,” she replies confidently, “Masks. You can pick them up at any store these days, I’ve already bought one from Carrefour. We can just keep it on us all of the time and when we need to, we close our eyes, detransform and put the mask on.”

“Alright,” Chat swallows, his next question decidedly awkward, “What about…condoms and stuff?”

Marinette shrugs, “I have an allergy to latex, and before you say it’s weird, it’s actually pretty common. That, and I’m already on the pill so I’m not worried, not unless you’ve been sleeping around or something.”

“No,” he feels the heat immediately flood his cheeks, embarrassed and uncomfortable at the turn of subject. Not that there was a lack of interest mind you; his father had introduced him to a number of beautiful and wealthy models and celebrities over the past year who he would have paired up nicely with, not that he’d had any interest. He only had eyes for one girl.

“Well, me neither,” she forces herself to make eye contact. She’s got to be the adult here and talk frankly about these things. She’s Ladybug, confident and mature. She can do anything, “So there we are. Any more questions?”

Chat ponders for a second, still fighting with the blush that’s spreading all the way up to his ears, “No, I don’t think so. Sounds like you have everything covered.”

“I’ve been planning this for a while,” she admits, waving a frite at him, “It’s high time we start acting like adults and do something about these things on our own.”

“Adults?” he chastises, “You’re the one who made me chase a laser the other day.”

“I didn’t make you do anything,” she giggles, completely unashamed, “You chased it all by yourself.”

“I wouldn’t have chased it if you hadn’t brought it in the first place.”

“I just happened to have it on me at the time.”

“You just enjoy making me look ridiculous.”

“I don’t have to do anything to do that. You do well all on your own.”

“Remind me why I’m your partner again?”

“Beats me,” she laughs and he shakes his head, sipping his cola. The whole night had taken a surreal turn and although she seemed to have everything all sorted, he still has some misgivings, mainly with the whole friends with benefits bit. He knows that Ladybug thinks she’s being pragmatic about this, but he can’t help but wonder how she’d forgotten the other crucial side of this. Like, for example, how obviously head over heels in love with her he’s been since the day they first saved Paris? How on earth is he supposed to keep it together and not ruin their friendship?

After all, life wasn’t like it was in the movies. She wasn’t just going to decide to fall in love with him.

…Right?

#miraculust #miracusin #mlnsfw #ml fanfic #smutember #smutember2017 #adrien agreste #marinette cheng #miraculous ladybug #brontewrites

12 notes · View notes

ao3feed-ladynoir · 7 years ago

Text

September Sinners

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2eMYbEQ

by Fairia

Smut. SMUT. More smut, and then some smut sprinkled on top, just for extra smuttiness.

Words: 979, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Adrien Agreste, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Nino Lahiffe, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois, Nathanaël Kurtzberg

Relationships: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe, Alya Césaire/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, smutember, Also Crack, NSFW, have batteries handy

September 01, 2017 at 05:03PM read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2eMYbEQ

#Ladynoir #Adrienette #Adrien Agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #AO3Feed #FanFics #AO3 Ladynoir #💖#🐞#❤️#🐱#💚#Marinette Dupain Cheng #Miraculous Ladybug #September 2017

7 notes · View notes

ao3feed-kyloren · 7 years ago

Text

Tamira's Order

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2foc392

by DarthFucamus

Tamira Daws has been ordered to skip her shift and accompany Kylo Ren on his personal shuttle. What will happen?! Lmao as if we don’t know

Words: 3638, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of First Order Tech

Fandoms: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Kylo Ren

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Fingering, finger bang bang me into your life, the mask stays on, Smutember 2017

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2foc392

#kylo ren #ao3feed-kyloren #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren fic #ao3feed #reylo #polo #rengen #fen #fanfic

0 notes

ao3feed-mad-max · 7 years ago

Link

something like this read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2wNf4ac

by Zoadgo

For Smutember Day 5 : Toys

Words: 1996, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Smutember 2017

Fandoms: Mad Max Fury road

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Capable (Mad Max), Nux (Mad Max)

Relationships: Capable/Nux (Mad Max)

Additional Tags: Dildos, Sex Toys, Mentions of past abuse

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2wNf4ac

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #mad max series #mad max fic

0 notes

brimbrimbrimbrim · 7 years ago

Text

Smutember Day 16: Morning Sex

Fandom: As Above, So Below (2014)

Summary: Scarlett knows that in the morning, after tonight, everything will be better in the Above.

Despite the stalking nightmares, ignoring how the Below remained close and silent, lingering like a sickness, Scarlett refused to sleep on the fountain bench until morning. Zed may not have cared where he fell, but Scarlett did.

When George tried to pull her down on the marble bench, she refused, tugging him back up by the blood-heavy remnants of his collar. She would die before collapsing so close to it - the manhole - the gateway - the crossover. Scarlett wanted to be as far away from it as possible, and as she walked, clutching George's hand in her own, she could feel her fingers between the crushing grip he gave back.

For blocks, she walked, thinking to pause but feeling every time that she wasn't far enough away yet. 'Just another street,' she'd whispered, 'just one more.'

The small, water stained motel did not ask about the dried blood or the filth, or a deposit after hearing her British accent. George remained silent beside her, but his presence was thick and cumbersome, unequivocally American. They sold her a room for the night and did not ask for more than the promise of payment in the morning - morning... a concept that felt so, so far away.

Every second standing felt wrong, as though by the laws of physics, they shouldn't have been able to endure. The idea that an otherworldly essence was fueling their sinew gave Scarlett an acid-laced coating of dread.

With a room key branding her palm, she opened them up to a cold dark unknown and prayed the walls would keep the demons away. In the morning, she could handle anything - in the morning the nightmare would be over, but right now, tonight, Scarlett dropped her satchel like a putrid mass of rotten flesh and let the tears finally fall.

George lingered in a daze beside her, so far away until she heard her whispered name between sobs. He clawed at her heaving spine and yank her into an embrace. She didn't feel safe, but if she could, Scarlett decided it’d be in his arms - it usually was.

Tomorrow, in the morning, things would be better.

Scarlett disrobed, too numb to feel modest and left George standing in the locked room alone while she let her skin wrinkle under a hot shower, needing it to cleanse her like some hollow baptism but it didn't. She remained there until it ran cold and piercing and George pulled her out like a baby from a womb and into a threadbare towel. She hiccuped as his palm itched heat into her back, the friction from the cotton cloth making her skin prickle.

It wasn't just the skin and muscle that felt nothing...

As she had him in the street, George tugged her forward where she had wanted to collapse; give up. Once he laid her on the bed, there was no stopping the sleep that pulled her under. The Below dragged her into its arms the same as George had done, kissing her throat with hot rope as red-moist hands tore at her breasts and unprotected belly. Sea-stained brambles shredded her nail beds, and just as the red waters surfaced over her chin, she awoke - sudden and perspiring.

“... shh-” George whispered against the wet curls tangled at the back of her head, sinking down in the cotton mattress, careful at first and then, with a groan, he collapsed.

“It's just me," he breathed; still in shock, it sounded.

Around where her towel had come loose, leaving her side naked to the middle of her spine, she could feel his cold skin stutter against her own. He was still water-soft from the shower, but tacky in places. Scarlett felt her cheeks run hot, but she couldn't bother a care… it was not the first time they’d been in bed together, and she couldn't imagine having him any further away than right against her; pressed tight and unrelenting.

Scarlett reached behind her, muscles weak, and pulled him around her, welcoming naked skin and moist breath and the comfort in knowing he wasn't dead. George, she thought, sleepy and afraid, he was alive, and he was warm behind the cold of the shower, and they were back where they needn't ever venture away from again.

Yes, she found what she'd come for and lived… but Benji and-and-

“I'm so sorry, George,” she managed to say, letting one single tear slip down the side of her face into the pillowcase; soaked within the damp fibers from her wet hair.

Scarlett did not linger to listen for his response - she couldn't - didn't. The demons were hungry, and as soon as her eyes fluttered, their claws extended, hooked inside and pulled her back down… below the surface.

She awoke aching and hot; feverish with fear. Hands strangled her, wrapping around until their fingers were taut against the cords in her neck. A short nail scratched and lips parted, and Scarlett let out a terrified, haunting breath as her hips twisted and sank down. George groaned, thick with troubled sleep and squeezed her naked breast. She could feel his mouth open and close, gasping as though he too were being strangled by something unseen. Hot breath washed down her spine, and with a flutter of her eyes, Scarlett found a morning-lit room instead of the Below - instead of Hell and all its fanciful torments.

“George…” she gasped, stretching her spine, shoving her backside into the cradle of his hips until his fingers were against her, within her, opening her up wide for the welcome distraction of masculine strength which she accepted with a staggered sound of pleasure.

Along the damp threads of her hair - stuck to her neck - George hissed her names like a curse and a prayer all in one. Monster, she feared, taking the first hard thrust with surprising ease despite the nightmares still dancing in the shadows.

On the floor, touched by cold sunlight, were their clothes.

Blistered fingers ran down her stomach, catching sweat and the stains of shower-water as they hooked under her mons, teasing nerves that flooded through old fear. Scarlett shook and moaned, feeling stagnated blood begin to flow once again with every heave and shove of George's hips - of... of cock. It was with this life-giving pillar of flesh... that which penetrated her, brought her back up, that she felt cleansed of the night. The sun didn't take it away, nor did time going forward but George did his best.

Behind her, George begged her to say something, anything as his body slipped and bucked against her back. Raw lips kissed along her neck and shoulder, pleading louder and less steady the more the friction-heat broiled between them.

He had been a dead man… or still was, but dead men didn't fuck so sweetly - so passionately.

Dead men pillaged the body and raped the soul and George did none of these things. She told him so, recanting some of the words in heavy-hearted French and some in gasping English but none of it was what he wanted even though he did not stop - not until Scarlett was melting. His fingers rubbed and pinched, painting works of art along her flesh… playing a hymn only she could reverberate.

When she came, shivering and so very alive, George said the same words he had that night in Turkey except that this time Scarlett didn't leave afterward. They had been through too much, survived the unknown - the Below - and no one else would understand but him... not like him. Not like this.

As his hips still, jutted, and his throat hitched with his own pleasure, she caught her breath. The morning light blinked in and out of existence with the flutter of her lashes. She willed away what the Below had promised and hugged George's arms around her until the sunrise grew bright and the sounds of reality filtered through the walls as sure as the sun did crawl past the window panes.

Scarlett had escaped the Below - escaped with George alive, but at what cost? What price did she pay for all she'd found there? - where the world above was mirrored in the world below.

You can read it again at AO3 HERE. You can, if you want, tip your writer HERE.

#fanfic #smutember 2017 #as above so below

2 notes · View notes