Felt a little sad recently so have this mini Malleus fluff as a result to help lift my mood.
Reader is gender neutral so everyone can enjoy!
"The Star Closer to Home"
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A sigh escaped their throat, a puff of smoke left their mouth as a sign of the chilly weather outside.
y/n sat on a patch of grass, not that far away from the ramshackled dorm. Legs pulled up to their chest and resting their cool cheeks against crossed arms, they looked up at the dark sky decorated with the stars that thankfully forever followed.
Despite being far away from home, with no discovered way to return, y/n was thankful that at least the familiar stars stayed the same as always. It gave them a sense of hope on returning home one day, if it ever came.
The grass was heard moving at the approaching new person, y/n perked their head up and turned to look behind them.
A familiar friend stood not too far away, the figure coming closer but being cautious so as to not disturb the peaceful moment y/n was having.
Malleus' tall figure shadowed over y/n's that sat on the ground, he gave a polite nod at them.
"Am i interrupting something?"
"Hi Tsunotarou! Not at all, you can sit if you like." y/n patted a spot next to them, inviting the dragon fae to accompany them for the night.
Malleus gave a small smile to the human and sat down by their side, his piercing lime green eyes locked onto y/n for a moment before they traveled up to the sky, following their gaze. They both sat like this for a while, staring into the abyss of stars while the occasional owl would coo into the night, or the sound of the nearby stream offering it's music to them in the silence.
"I see you often have your orbs in the night sky, does your neck not hurt child of man? Humans can be quite fragile." He asked curiously, noticing the small but admiring habit y/n had.
y/n eye's moved away to look at Malleus, with those gentle orbs he marveled at, his heart swelled at the way the stars seemed to swim in their eyes.
"I'm pretty much used to it, as for the sky...i guess it helps with my homesickness." They breathed out.
Malleus frowned a little at that, he cared deeply for y/n and didn't want them to feel upset. His eyes looked around for a second before they stopped on a single daisy.
It stood out in comparison to the rest of the darkened field, swaying softly in a dance at the small wind that would blow into the air. Malleus reached over and slowly picked it from the ground, twirling it in between his long fingers.
"Why do you love the stars, human?" He asked.
y/n blinked a bit, confused at his action before they looked up again.
"I'm not sure how to explain it, but I guess you could say they remind me of home. The stars are one of the few things that make me feel connected to it." They answered.
Malleus gave an understanding nod, a small green glow had emitted at his fingertips as he used his magic to extend the stem and leaves of the daisy, the flower followed his guiding hands and began to weave itself around.
"May I be honest with you, child of man, and express an opinion."
"There's no need to be so formal Tsunotarou, sure go ahead." They laughed a little at that.
"Very well, I must say I agree with the stars being a welcoming comfort to you. I myself would be lost at the never ending lights, but what i admire most is the one closest to me." A smirk picked up on his lips as he summoned more flower buds, blooming them into the gift he made. The following fireflies that kept him company had flown in, surrounding the duo in a small light shown.
"A closer star? Which one?" y/n asked, tilting their head as their eyes dashed around to try and find a star that would be closer to them.
Malleus chuckled, amused at the sweet eagerness of y/n. He held the magic-made crown in his palms, a few fireflies danced over it as he turned his body to face y/n.
The feeling of the soft leaves and petals touched over y/n's head, causing them to give a small jump at the unexpected feeling before a hand moved up to feel.Their hands touched as y/n looked up at Malleus, giving a smile under his watchful eyes.
"For me? Thank you, aaah if only i knew how to make you one." They complained before adjusting the crown on their head carefully.
"There's no need, have you found your star?" He asked, his chest felt warm at the sight of y/n wearing his small gift.
y/n shook their head before looking up again, holding the crown close to not have it slip and fall off.
"No? Where is it?"
Malleus' loving eyes never left y/n figure, the way the fireflies seemed to enhance their natural glow and the few petals that had fallen off and decorated their shoulders.
"The star that lies closer to my heart, is right next to me."
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Confessions
“You’re staring at me, aren’t you?” Marinette asked, eyes still closed as she regained her senses completely.
Adrien grinned mischievously and moved to lie down next to her again, propping his head up on his arm as he did so. “How could I not stare at you when you look the way you do?” he asked, snickering a little when she opened one eye to peek at him, “Half naked and sweaty and delicious? Good, was it?”
“Oh God, you’re about to be unbearable right now, aren’t you?” she asked with a sigh, “You look so pleased with yourself. Like the cat who got the cream.”
Well…That pun was enough to uncomfortably stoke his imagination. His eyes trailed down her partially naked body to the juncture of her legs, slick with her own moisture. He licked his lips.
Noticing his gaze, Marinette rolled over onto her side to face him, propping herself up in the same way as him. He turned back to face her as she tilted her head and furrowed her eyebrows inquisitively.
“What?” she asked, “What is it?”
He gulped. Did he really want to tell her this? It was sort of embarrassing, but they had never lied to one another before – not except to protect their identities – and he didn’t want to start now over something as stupid as sex. He took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. Then he spoke as honestly as he could, in spite of the way his shoulders crawled upwards to try and hide his flaming ears.
“I want to go down on you. Like, I really want to. You have no idea how hard I am thinking about it.”
He watched as Marinette’s eyes widened before she averted her gaze in embarrassment. There was no noticeable blush this time, but her skin was already a permanent rosy colour, so perhaps she had simply reached her capacity.
“Really?” she asked, her nose wrinkling a little as she glanced back at him, “‘Cause I’m not too crazy about doing the same for you.” She suddenly looked horrified for a moment as the words her mouth had spoken without her brain’s input reached her ears. “Not that I wouldn’t!” she squeaked, desperate to reassure him, “You’d like it and I’ve never done it before, so who knows how I’d feel after trying it? But I can’t help thinking it’s a bit icky and-”
He leaned forward quickly without warning and kissed her deeply, quieting her ramble before it picked up too much speed. “You don’t have to,” he told her, “I mean, I’d like you to, but there’s no pressure. Maybe we could try that later? Or another time?”
Shit, he thought, biting his lip, eyebrows pulling together in sudden uncertainty.
“That is…if you wanted to do this again sometime?”
Marinette stared at him for a moment and Adrien began to worry that he had ruined everything. Why could he never be satisfied with what he was offered? Here he had been given this wonderful opportunity. The chance to show his Lady his love for her without the need for words. To let his adoration bleed through his physical touches and sensual kisses. Every neuron firing, carrying the message to his nervous system to paint his feelings across her skin and pray his worship was absorbed into her very being. And he might have killed that opportunity by daring to ask for more.
Marinette didn’t seem to be as oblivious to his inner turmoil as he had once been to her feelings for him, her hand reaching up to stroke through his bangs hanging down towards her before resting on his cheek tenderly. She caressed his skin with her thumb gently, a concerned look appearing in her expression. “You’re worried this is a one-time thing,” she said.
He dropped his eyes from her face to her collarbone, chewing his lip more harshly as an outlet for his dejection. He started when her thumb suddenly teased free the abused tissue from his teeth, glancing back up to her face to see the softest smile looking back at him.
“Adrien,” she started, “Chat. After today, I would be ecstatic to do this again. Maybe we could also…” her eyes darted away for a moment before returning to his face. He watched as she took a deep breath, a look of determination taking over her face as she continued. “Maybe we could get dinner? Then go to the cinema or something?”
Adrien’s self-imposed misery swiftly slipped away from him. Like ink floating through the liquid sweetness of her words, he felt it swept away by the current of her equal desire for more. Overcome by exhilaration, he pressed his lips to her own with alarming pressure, desperately trying to push all of his joy and devotion into the kiss. She responded with equal intensity as soon as her surprise at the sudden action wore off.
“I would love to go on a date with you. On one condition.”
“What?”
“We go on lots of them. And you let me pay. And I get to spoil you with lots of gifts and we cuddle in front of the TV sometimes instead of going out.”
“That’s more than one condition.”
“So, sue me, Maribug. Will you be my girlfriend?”
She smiled in a way that warmed his heart so thoroughly, he was sure he would never be cold again. In fact, he was sure to radiate that warmth now so that all places he travelled to would remain safe from inclement weather.
“Of course, I will, Chaton,” she replied, her hand cupping his cheek as she leaned forward to drop another chaste kiss to his lips. Her hand slid down his face to his shoulder, continuing to his chest where she applied the faintest pressure, nothing more than a hint of what she wanted from him.
He obliged by rolling back to lie against the mattress as she continued to smother his lips with unconcealed affection.
She pulled back slightly, and his eyes opened -still half lidded- to see the only girl he’d ever felt this strongly for, his Lady, his Marinette, hovering above him. She was watching his face closely and a strong wave of emotion was evident between them.
“I love you,” she said in a thick voice, “I love you so much.”
She loved him? He knew from what she’d already admitted to that she liked him, was definitely attracted to him and had been so for quite a long time if the way she talked was anything to go by. But for her to be in love with him? It was something he hadn’t yet considered.
His eyes felt hot and he pulled her down to him and buried his head in her shoulder to hide his face until he could control his urge to cry. “My Lady,” he sobbed, “I love you too. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“Kitty, are you alright?” she asked, the concern in her voice evident as well as the soothing hand rubbing at his scalp.
“Yeah,” he sniffed, “I just…I’ve waited for you to say that for so long and part of me thought it might never happen so I’m…I’m-”
“Shh. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” she told him tenderly, shifting slightly to hold him more comfortably.
As emotional as he was, the crinkling noise caused by her movement evoked the curious cat in him and he experimentally brushed his own chest against hers a little to confirm. Yup, there was that strange plastic sound again. He pulled back from her shoulder to glance down at the origin of the noise and spotted it at once.
There, tucked tightly inside the small pocket on the front of her pyjama top was a square plastic packet. He recognised what it was at once and the beginning of a small smirk appeared on his face.
“Was this all an excuse to look down my top?” Marinette asked with a giggle, incorrectly guessing at the direction of his stare.
He looked back up at her for a moment before the grin intensified. “It wasn’t, but since you mention it, it’d be rude not to.”
She sat up before he could glance down again, and he laughed at her feigned disapproval despite himself.
“You know,” she started, drawing his attention with the way her arms crossed over each other to grab hold of the hem of her top, “if you wanted a look, you only had to ask.”
She pulled the garment over her head with a minor flourish before she attempted to throw it to the side of the bed with the growing pile of clothes they’d shed already. She would have been successful if Adrien hadn’t shot out his arm to grab the soft fabric before it could get out of his easy reach.
“Nice,” he said, turning back and really it was nice. Marinette had forgone her bra as well as her underwear when she had changed, so now she sat completely bare before him. Aside from the obvious exhilaration of finally getting an eyeful of her boobs, Adrien found he was completely awed at every inch of skin revealed to him. Hers was almost flawless and he was sure that most models he’d worked with in the past would kill for skin as soft and beautiful as hers.
He reached out for the only visible line he could see, a thin white scar -obviously a very old, healed one. It was offset from her right breast ever so slightly and led out towards her breastbone and he traced it in reverse with his thumb, stopping just short of his destination in order to glance up at her face for approval. She looked nervous again which confused him for a moment until she spoke.
“I fell off my bike as a kid and there was a stone in the road which cut me,” she explained, though he hadn’t asked, “I know it’s kind of ugly, but-”
“It’s not,” he told her, “There isn’t a single part of you that’s ugly and you don’t have to hide it from me. You know that right?”
When she didn’t respond he pushed himself up to place a kiss to the edge of her scar, delighting in the gasp she made at the contact. Again, he glanced up at her face.
“More?”
“More.”
He acquiesced, gently running his tongue along the fine line by feel alone and continuing further along her breast until he reached her nipple. He closed his mouth over it and sucked, encouraged by her breathy sighs. His other hand came up to reach for the other breast dropping the top he had still been holding to the bed beside him as he did.
He spent some time moving between breasts, experimenting as he was unsure what else to do due to his inexperience. He left trails of kisses, sucked and licked. He tried a light nip to her nipple at one point and immediately worked out never to do that again, as Marinette gave a hiss of discomfort and pulled away a little. He eventually fell into a rhythm of using the tip of his tongue to leave little secret messages across her, tattooing his feelings for her into her skin with words of affection.
She giggled after a while and he pulled back to look at her for clarification.
“Are you doing the alphabet trick?” she asked with a grin, “I thought that was for other places?”
“What? I-I wasn’t-I was just-” he began to splutter nonsensically, and she gave a snicker at his embarrassment, “I was writing that I love you, if you must know.”
“Aww, Kitty. That’s so sweet.”
The barely restrained laughter made it hard to believe her.
Adrien decided that if his Lady was enjoying teasing him, then maybe it was time for a little payback. Leaning in to touch his forehead against hers, he reached out with one hand to fish the little packet from the pocket on her top whilst the other one reached to cup her between the legs distractingly.
“I could always write those little love notes somewhere else for you, if you wanted,” he purred, enjoying immensely the immediate effect he had on her as she whimpered in response.
His other hand successfully extracted its prize and he brought it up to their faces to present between two fingers for her examination.
“Though I also kind of want to know where you got this condom from.”
First writing posted here! Reader is gender neutral so everyone can enjoy~
Cater is a favorite of mine so i hope i did him justice.
"Perspective changes"
((Note! He nicknamed you your favorite treat!))
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A laughter echoed throughout the garden, the fountain pouring water and flamingos walked along inside their pen as a background noise.
Cater and y/n were laughing their troubles away, leaning onto the neatly trimmed hedges they tried to regain their breath.
The buckets of red paint laid only opened on the ground, they haven't even wet the paint brushes yet before the jokes arised from within them. y/n held onto the hedge a bit to try and prevent themselves from falling over at the laughs.
"Oh-oh man you shouldn't do Ace that dirty tho" they giggled.
Cater wiped a tear from his face away,
"Hah, it's true tho! He looked so awful when the whole bucket fell and got stuck on him non the less!" He teased.
y/n laughed again at the memory of the red haired boy in a state of panic trying to remove the bucket from him, only to splatter more paint onto his dorm leader as he entered the scene.
"Oh jeez, did you see how red he got! I couldn't tell if that was his natural face or the paint" Cater added.
y/n stumbled a bit before standing up.
"Haa Cater you never make it boring huh? Riddle might have our heads for this'' they reminded, grabbing a paint brush and dipping it into the paint. Watching the red soak into the bristles.
"Aaah (treat)-san, I do try" he teased.
y/n rolled their eyes at the mention of the nickname before Cater let out an excited 'oh".
"We should go to that new (treat) shop! Don't worry i've checked already and they do serve what you like!" He giggled.
y/n perked at the mention of the treat, they hadn't had some in a long time.
"I might bite, this involves pictures tho am I right?" They asked.
Cater peered over and chuckled,
"The aesthetic of the place is gorgeous! You'd be the center of attention tho" he made a square shape with his hands, positioning them so that y/n appears in the center.
They felt themself roll their eyes again and looked at the white pristine rose, carefully starting to paint the center of it.
"Yeah right"
Before more was said, they hadn't realized how close he tiptoed towards them before they felt themself be lifted into the air. y/n let out a surprised shriek, dropping the paint brush and trying to get a smack into Cater so he could put them down.
Cater bursted out laughing, twirling them a bit before letting their feet touch the ground. He hadn't let go yet and laid his head onto their shoulder.
"But (treat)-san you always look stunning in all of my pictures"
"Who does the account belong to? You or me?" They squirmed a bit.
Cater let out another laugh, although this one sounded much softer, he reached up to move some of their hair away.
"You look so enchanting, like i'm living a dream" he gazed at the cute details that decorated their face and leaned in to gently let his lips kiss onto a few.
Caught off guard by the gesture, y/n tried to move their face away.
"You know how pretty people make me feel, and you over pass that chart by a milestone"
"C'mon Cater, don't be such a flirt. You're acting like Rook now"
Cater hummed before letting them go and giggled.
"Haa you'll have to forgive me, you just seem way too cute not to tease"
y/n rubbed the spot where he kissed before poking his side.
"At least ask next time"
"Oh! If I ask I can have more?" His eyes lit up.
y/n only playfully glared at him,
"I'll think about it, if you buy todays (treat) I just might consider"
"Deal!" He leaned in to peck their cheeks again before heading towards the fallen paint brush.
"And no cheating allowed! So no clones" they quickly shouted before he could get any ideas.
Cater threw y/n a pout before exaggeratedly holding his hand to his chest.
"How cruel (treat)-san, I thought we trusted each other. To think that I would do something like that to you" he winked.
"My eyes will end up inside my head with all of this" y/n teased.
Cater flashed a smile before they both actually started to work, mild chattering was heard to keep things not as boring for the both of them.
You could hear them just ever so slightly if you paid attention. The birds sang their songs and the fallen leaves decorated the floor, but unaware to the both of them.
They were changing each other's perspective, and painting their own hearts as red as the roses.
