as per my previous post about posting my fanfic ideas/drafts/scraps, here’s the first post. feel free to peruse this as you wish: like, reblog, continue, or ignore--go ahead.
Warning: SIN UNDER THE READ MORE. You have been warned.
Working Title: Adrien Reads Marichat
“What’s a smut?” Adrien asked, as he hovered over the link of the newly updated fanfiction. It was ‘Marichat’, as was the rest of the archive, but there was a new tag he hadn’t seen before that said ‘smut’.
“What’d you say?” Nino asked over the call, his voice a little static-y. “A ‘smap’?”
“Hang on.” Adrien clicked on the link and scrolled down. “It’s only 678 words, I’ll read it for you.”
“Alright, dude.”
Adrien skimmed down the middle paragraphs, trying to get a sense of the kind of story it was and find a good place to start reading for Nino. It seemed like the usual Marichat thing, with Chat Noir visiting Marinette on her balcony, but then—
‘Chat Noir enters her warmth’
Huh, what? Her warmth? A typo? Maybe the writer meant ‘her warm room’.
He should write a comment correcting them after this.
‘Marinette gasps at the stinging pain as she feels his hardness push deep inside of her’
Pain? His hardness? Pushing inside her?
Whoa, was this a murder fic? Was Chat Noir murdering Marinette right now? Did he stab her with a knife? Was that what ‘smut’ meant? Murder?!
Horrified, he skimmed further down to the next couple of paragraphs, where there seemed to be some dialogue. He was hoping Marinette in the fanfic survives.
‘-It’s so hot inside you, Mari,- Chat Noir whispers against the crook of his lover’s neck’
…wait.
‘-Ch-Chat,- Marinette moans, her fingers tangling through Chat Noir’s blonde locks, -please, slowly, you’re too big…-’
…what was this? This didn’t sound like murder at all.
Fingers trembling over his mouse, Adrien scrolled further down, not really believing what he was reading.
This wasn’t—
‘Chat Noir’s tongue battles for domination over Marinette’s, their moans mixing together in a sinful duet’
It couldn’t be—
‘Marinette pushes her hips against Chat Noir’s, granting him access to her deepest parts’
Did ‘smut’ mean—?!
He read on, out of sheer fascination.
There was definitely no other reason he would read this, not at all.
‘Their rhythm becomes erratic as Chat Noir pounds his length wantonly into his writhing, panting partner. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist, her hips moving just as erratically, her voice growing louder with each of his thrusts.
He feels his release coming soon. She feels too good around him, and he knows she is also approaching her peak. -I’m coming, Mari, my love,- Chat Noir barely manages to gasp, pressing his forehead against hers.
-Together,- Marinette says breathlessly, looking up at her hero with bright, loving eyes.
That word from his lover coupled with that look in her eyes drives him over the edge.
With an animalistic growl, Chat Noir digs his claws into Marinette’s hips and lifts her up towards him. He thrusts into her harder, and deeper, and faster, and she gasps, and moans, and tugs at his hair, and squeezes him between her thighs—’
“Adrien?”
Adrien jolted and almost knocked his mouse from his desk.
His palms were clammy, and he had beads of sweat on his forehead.
Since when was his room this hot? Did Plagg mess with the thermostat?
“Yo, dude, you still there?” came Nino’s voice from his speakers, and Adrien remembered they were voice chatting, “you said you’d read me that ‘smap’ thing but you went radio silent.”
Right.
Right, he was going to read this to Nino…
…like hell he would!
There was no way he would actually read something like this to his friend. Who even wrote this? Why did they even write this?
“Adrien?” Nino asked again because Adrien forgot he had a mouth to make words with.
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Rose loved spending time with her girlfriend. She loved curling up on Juleka’s bed with her, some cartoon playing in the background while they exchanged languid kisses, hands exploring each other.
And Rose especially loved when at some point, Juleka would move her head between her legs and bring Rose to insane heights of pleasure.
One day, as the two were kissing, clothes mostly shed, hands between each others’ legs, Rose murmured, “I want to taste you.”
Juleka froze. She scooted slightly away, so Rose wasn’t touching her anymore. “I—are you sure?”
“Please, Jules,” Rose replied. “I love you, and I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. Why won’t you let me?”
Juleka turned her face against the mattress and muttered something inaudible.
“What?”
“What if you don’t like it?” she repeated, still not looking at Rose.
“Oh, Jules,” Rose murmured, kissing her girlfriend’s cheek. “I love every part of you. No matter what.”
“But—you like men,” Juleka replied. “What if I’m just…”
“Is that all that’s been bothering you? You know I’m bi. You know it doesn’t matter to me. I’ve touched you before!”
“I know!” Juleka exclaimed, louder than she ever was normally. “It’s stupid. I’m sorry. Rose, let me just—” She moved her hands to the blonde’s thighs, trying to spread her apart, but Rose was faster. She moved to straddle her goth lover, pinning her down to the mattress.
“No,” she said forcefully. “I’m going to kiss you, and then I’m going to lick your beautiful pussy until you come on my face, and you’re going to feel just as loved as you make me feel. Got it?”
Juleka just stared at her, wide-eyed, but then slowly smiled. “O-okay…”
Rose’s lips met hers, a hungry, passionate kiss unlike most of the ones they’d shared. She was a girl on a mission now, and she was determined to see it through.
She kissed down Juleka’s body, lips worshipping pale skin, laving attention on her breasts, her stomach. Juleka groaned when Rose’s mouth was against her hips, her teeth on the hem of her underwear, slowly dragging it down.
“Oh, Juleka,” Rose breathed, seeing her girlfriend bared before her for the first time. “You’re so beautiful.”
She was quick to press a kiss to Juleka’s folds, not at all shy about touching her. She admired the goth girl’s pussy, pink, dewy folds under a thatch of black hair. She licked the soft skin, earning a groan from her girlfriend.
“You can use your hand,” Juleka murmured. “To, uh, open it.”
Rose nodded, and pressed her fingers to Juleka’s pussy, spreading her apart with her fingers. She gasped. “Jules, you’re so pink! It’s so pretty!”
Juleka blushed, moving her arm over her face, but she soon brought that arm down to grasp at the sheets below her as Rose began to explore her with her tongue. She was inexperienced, but eager, not shying away from her girlfriend at all. She licked, sucked at her folds, her clit, her tongue pushing against her until it slipped deeper into her.
Rose moaned against her pussy, clearly enjoying the taste. Juleka moved her hands through her short, soft hair, practically grasping her face against her.
“Gah—Rose, Rose!” she cried, one hand gripping at the sheets as she fought to stay still, not wanting to overwhelm the blonde.
Rose responded by moving her hand to slide her fingers into Juleka, inviting her to buck her hips and fuck herself on her fingers, her face. Her other hand was between her own legs, furiously rubbing herself as she enjoyed the erotic thrill of Juleka’s taste, Juleka’s moans.
Juleka’s cries grew louder than she ever was before, her hips snapping up, grinding against Rose’s mouth as she reached her peak. She screamed Rose’s name as she came, the sound definitely echoing through the houseboat. She could swear she saw stars before landing back in reality, where Rose’s tongue was still giving her short, soft licks against her sensitive clit.
“Holy shit,” she mumbled happily. “Rose, you’re amazing.”
Rose’s head popped up from between her thighs, and she smiled widely. “Juleka, you taste so good. I don’t want to be done yet…”
Juleka smiled. “Y-you can keep going. As long as you want.”
Rose grinned and dove back into her girlfriend’s pussy, eager to taste her again and again and again.
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.
*
I already have the next chapter in mind, but be sure to send prompts!
The moonlight shined down on Ladybug as she released the opal hued akuma from her crimson hued yo-yo. He had never seen her look so gorgeous and he couldn't wait to show her what surprise he had laid out for her.
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Okay but imagine bee!chloe going to ladybug and says “can we bee friends”?? With her whole obsessiveness, and you can hear chat in the back wheezing bc hes laughing too hard and the camera just deadpans to ladybugs face with the “fucking another one??” And thats it. Thats all of season 2 with alya/volpia in the back just taking videos of everything for the ladyblog™
"Marinette, you cant just go shoving your-your /thing/ in other peoples mouths!" (bonus points if it's Chloe saying it)
“Marinette you can’t just go shoving your- your ‘thing’ in other people’s mouths!” Chloe hissed, face twisted with revulsion. Marinette glared pointedly at the blonde licking her lips as she prepared to make her next move. It was risky but it would be so worth the look on Chloe’s face.
“Adrien likes it Chloe,” Marinette snapped back. Chloe’s jaw dropped as Marinette slowly reached down into the paper bag and pulled out a handful of cookies that she promptly shoved into Adrien’s mouth. Marinette glared at Chloe through the entire interaction.
