now i'm RUNNING backwards into ladrien hell

you’ve probably been reading posts like this over and over, but after considering it thoroughly, i’ve decided to leave tumblr because of the nsfw ban.

i have enough bullshit going on in my life without the stress of dealing with the most ill considered, poorly implemented, and (quite frankly) disrespectful ban that i’ve ever had the misfortune of witnessing. and i’m speaking as a refugee of both fanfiction.net and livejournal.

i won’t be deleting my blogs because there’s always the slim chance that tumblr will reverse their decision, in which case i will happily return. until then, you can find me at:

pillowfort - isadorator

dreamwidth - isadorator

archiveofourown - isadorator

discord - message me on the above sites if you want my id

i’ve learned and grown a lot over the last decade, and part of that is because of this hellsite. thanks for the memories, thanks for following me, and i hope you all live happy and healthy lives.

Disclaimer: The following is a work of adult fiction featuring adult characters and intended for an adult audience only. It contains frank and explicit depictions of consensual sexual activity. All characters depicted are above the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised. 

“Your key, mademoiselle. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ring.”

Marinette gave the clerk a distracted smile as she made her way to the elevator, shouldering the small duffel bag she brought with her. As the gleaming golden doors closed behind her, she let out a small sigh, adjusting her loose, curling hair in the mirror. Her fingers sought something to do other than fidget aimlessly, or tremble with anticipation as she waited for the elevator to carry her to her destination. As she rose higher and higher, she glanced in her duffel bag, examining the black and red ensemble inside one more time as she leaned back against the elevator wall.

Most couples didn’t need a two-tiered security system and an expensive Parisian penthouse to be intimate, but then again, most couples knew each other’s first names before jumping into bed together. It was hardly fair to expect an unconventional relationship to have a conventional sex life. The fact that all of their dates had her wearing a bulletproof, skin-tight jumpsuit that wouldn’t come off despite her (repeated) efforts meant that she and Adrien had to be somewhat creative when it came to being intimate. Even after dating for nearly two years (if you could call midnight makeout sessions and dry humping on the sofa once a week dating ), there were just some things they hadn’t done; things that an impenetrable (pun intended) super suit made very nearly impossible.

It wasn’t that her relationship wasn’t gratifying; it was just that Adrien was the more gratified party more often than not.

After two years of steamy makeout sessions, heavy petting, and touches through red and black spandex, Marinette wanted something a little more involved. She wanted to feel his hand on hers for the first time in their relationship; wanted to feel his fingers run down her back unimpeded by kwami-spun fabric that made every sensation feel duller. Marinette wanted to know what his fingers were capable of without impervious red cloth making his job all the harder.

A tall order for someone who promised Chat not to reveal herself to anyone, but Marinette was nothing if not resourceful. Resourceful, and very good with fabric.

ao3 | kofi

So yeah, I just did a blowjob scene. Because I’m terrible. Under a cut because very nsfw, obviously.

@clairelutra​ is probably going to be my cause of death

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Precum is shrugs but pegging is great! It is just so great to see a guy just come apart and make just wonderful noises and it’s just really hot. 

The movements felt different than Ladybug was used to but the noises Adrien was making made it all worth it. He was always vocal during sex but nothing like this. With every thrust, he whimpered and moaned and every sound sent waves of arousal through her. As she penetrated him, she relished their reversed positions and wondered if this was what it felt like for him, watching her come undone as he thrust his cock inside her. Gripping his hips, she thrust deep, burying the dildo deep inside him and relishing his hoarse scream of pleasure.

SORRY SORRYYYYYYYY I’m completely obsessed with @clairelutra‘s stuff oh look it’s the same one as last time level up tho looool

I couldn’t help myself. NSFW but nothing explicit. Society makes young men too insecure about their penis size. 

“Oh.” Ladybug said, looking down at Adrien’s naked crotch. “It’s smaller than I expected.”

She spoke without thinking but the damage was done.

Adrien’s whole body turned red as he threw the blankets over his head, hiding himself away.

“It’s a whole 3 centimeters above average!” She could hear him shout from deep in his blanket cave. He paused for a moment before adding, “Okay, 2 and half. But still!”

Ladybug was shocked by the intensity of his reaction. She reached out to touch the blanket pile gingerly, saddened by the loss of his naked body. “It’s okay. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s a perfectly respectable size.”

“I think it’s a wonderful size!” She assured him.

He poked his head out from the mess of blankets. “Really?” He sounded skeptical.

“Yes!” She hugged him through the blanket. “I always thought they were bigger and it was scary! Like, I don’t want that! But your’s isn’t scary.” She blushed. “It’s nice. Cute.”

“Cute?” He repeated. “That’s just what every guy wants to hear. That his dick is cute.” There was humor in his voice now and he was slowly crawling out of his blanket sanctuary.

“It is cute.” Her blush deepened. “I like it a lot. I want to see it more.”

Post reveal, they still love to have sex partially in costume and Ladybug loves to go down on Adrien while dressed as Ladybug.

Summary: Adrien chases thoughts of Ladybug as he enjoys himself one Friday evening.

Characters: Adrien, Ladybug.

Warning tags: male solo, blowjob, handjob.

For the first time that week Adrien finally had time to relax. He lamented how long it had been since he had time to himself as he finished his shower. He walked over to the mirror, water still dripping down and off his body, and took notice of his reflection.

He smirked as he posed in front of it, slim, toned muscle on display. “How does Ladybug resist this?” He murmured appreciatively as he held an arm up and flexed. He was glad no one was there to mock his ego stroking.

He took a moment to fluff his hair with a white towel and to grin boyishly into the mirror. He absolutely loved how much he looked like Chat Noir when his hair was puffed up. If only his lady loved the look as much as the rest of Paris did. He shook the gloomy thought away.

“This is my night.” He told himself in the mirror. “Time for some, self-reflection.” He grinned at his own joke.

He was lucky to have a night to himself where he could finally wind down. It was Friday, he had no more responsibilities to take care of, and he’d managed to convince Plagg to stay in the kitchens. A trifecta that would allow him to truly enjoy himself.

He tossed the towel in his hamper as he walked passed it and with a few more steps he flopped face down on his bed. He hummed in pleasure at the satisfying feeling of the soft, cool sheets on his flushed, bare skin.

His relaxed state and the soft feeling of sheets under him gave rise to a new ‘problem’. A problem that made Adrien smile secretly into his pillow. He obviously had expected it.

He quickly licked his hand and then slid it down his toned chest all the way to his smooth, slowly hardening cock. He started moving his hand up and down as thoughts of Ladybug started to flitter through his head. He flopped ungracefully onto his back while continued his up and down motions, occasionally rubbing the head with his thumb for a jolt of pleasure.

Ladybug’s blue eyes and delightfully curved smirk flashed in his mind and his cock jerked slightly in his grasp. He thought of her gesture the other day, when she had pressed a slim digit against her lips in a shushing motion. He shivered at the thought of those lips on his own and he had to slow down a bit lest his session end too quickly.

He pressed down on the base and let out a quiet, pleasurable groan as he came back down. “Don’t want to waste my Friday.” He murmured to himself. Thinking of her beautiful eyes always brought him to the edge too quickly.

This time he tried not to think of that face he loved so much, instead he thought of how she looked from behind, the slight curve of her back leading to her soft ass. He gripped his sheets with one hand and slowly resumed moving his other up and down. The sheets against his back felt even cooler against his skin as his actions caused him to heat up.

He could only imagine what she would feel like clasped in his hands. What would they feel like? He had touched her before on accident and he’d spent days trying to remember the soft, firm feeling of her in his hand.

With that feeling in mind he imagined walking up behind her, grasping her firmly and squeezing. She would no doubt let out an adorable squeak when he did. Maybe she would hesitate for a moment before giving in and slowly reaching around to grasp him.

He slowed down his motions for a moment as he enjoyed the thought of her standing in front of him, his hand grasping, groping her ass as she whimpered and gripped his cock.

He thought then of turning her around, claiming her mouth, and in a whirlwind of passion somehow ending up in bed. His thoughts degenerated even further, churning out a fantasy of Ladybug laying on top of him and stroking him as he gripped her thighs and ass tightly. Both of them gaining pleasure from each other’s touch.

He sped up at the thought of her moans, his hand gliding smoothly up and down his shaft, his other hand unclenching from the sheets to gently fondle his sack, and felt a bit of frustration. He needed just a little something more.

The fantasy Ladybug moved downwards, taking him into her mouth and looking up at him with those beautiful blue eyes. He would be able to bury his fingers in her incredibly soft hair as she started moving. He imagined her taking a moment to wink at him coquettishly.

He shuddered slightly as he thrusted hard into his hand. He moaned as he came, making a huge mess of his hand, a good amount ending up on his stomach, and a couple drops even landed on his toned chest. His face flushed as he looked over himself. He couldn’t help the blush of embarrassment at the utter mess he’d made.