#there's a lot room on the floor you knowww??? no need to cuddle with me like a cat on my chest thank you

[murielisbestmountain]

How about a extreme fluffy and cuddly/possessive Muriel?💚💚 MC is just trying to vibe but Muriel just keeps pulling them into an embrace and is like, “No, pay attention to me. Give me cuddles and kisses and let me hold you-” I would just die😩🙏🏻

I was gonna let this ask go until tomorrow morning but like I can’t stop thinking of how cute it is so like...here we go!

A Better Story

Muriel x reader - gender neutral, pouty Muriel, possessiveness, snuggles, fluff, they duo are dating but havent done much but kissing so like...I guess pent up feelings too. 

There they are. 

So intense, so beautiful. 

Their eyes trained on the task at hand like they’ve been preparing for this day their whole life. Teeth gnawing on their bottom lip in anticipation, in restraint even. Lovely brow furrowed and hands fidgety as they squirm ever-so-slightly in their spot. 

It’s enough to make a man go insane. 

Which was where Muriel had been for the past several hours. Sitting in his hut watching his partner of three months focus on their book instead of snuggling him. Sure, they could read if they want to, but only after Muriel had fallen asleep in their arms. 

“(y/n),” The mountain man grumbles, eyes boring holes in the magician’s turned back. His darling doesn’t move, grunting softly instead of turning those lovely eyes towards him. 

“Yes?” 

“Take a break,” Muriel huffs, shifting on his bed a bit and staring at his partner. Their spot at the table the only place with decent lighting aside from the fireplace, which lacked a fire.

“Nah.”

“Please (y/n),” the man grumbles, blushing a bit at the burning need for a nice hug, “You’re going to get a headache or at the very least a backache from being on that stool.” Muriel had put extra effort into the hut today, his bed covered in extra plush furs and blankets and he’d made a trip to the market for things to eat in bed. The whole room ached of his efforts to be a bit more romantic and worm his way into a snuggled embrace with (y/n).

“They finally got that book they’ve been begging for,” Asra had said, “I doubt (y/n) will move once they’ve opened it.” Which probably meant that begging for snuggles was a lost cause; however, Muriel chose to believe that it meant he’d get to cuddle up to his beloved in bed all day. No moving. Only nuzzles and soft whispers to pass the time. 

But sadly it was the former. (y/n) barely moved and even refused more than a kiss hello. The denial of affection seeming to spark some sort of new energy within the muscular mountain of a man. Muriel isn’t a monster, he understands consent, but when (y/n) wont even look at him theres a sort of stinging pain lingering in his gut. 

“Put the book down,” Muriel growls, walking over and hovering over (y/n)’s shoulder. Not reading their book, but reading their face instead. “I need you to kiss me or I’ll die.” Normally the mountain man would never use such statements, but desperate times call for absolutely insane measures. 

“I’m at a good part though,” (y/n) huffs, turning the page and scowling slightly. The aura radiating from the bear of a man turns oddly strict, his hands batting at the magician’s shoulders with the gentleness of a butterfly. 

“Put it down,” Muriel commands, his hands aching to squeeze (y/n)’s hips just so he can hear them squeak. 

“Muri please,” (y/n) sighs, burying their face further into the book and pointedly turning away from Muriel. A dissatisfied grunt leaves Muriel’s lips, his form plopping down onto the floor by (y/n)’s side as he glares at them through the book. 

“What’s that thing even about?” if he can’t get their attention with begging then at least he can understand what’s so great about this thing. 

“Oh! It’s about a knight’s journey to find his kidnapped lover,” (y/n) explains, looking over the edge of the cover at Muriel, “Each book is about one of the many places he has to go in order to find clues about his lost love.” Their beautiful voice begins rambling about the other books, describing the dungeons and perils surrounding the knight and his quest. 

“Hm,” Muriel grumbles, “Seems like a lot of work for someone who’s only there for the first two chapters.” 

“Yeah,” (y/n) admits, saving their spot and flipping the pages to reveal an illustration, “I read it for the knight.” As mentioned, a knight stands heroically beside a dark steed. Armor shining and helmet off to reveal his handsome face. Rugged, serious, intimidating, his dark hair and green eyes painstakingly drawn to be perfectly charming yet inviting. 

“You’re...Reading a book about a hero...” Muriel huffs, wondering how on earth he’s getting shown up by a piece of paper. Before he can finish his thought, however, Muriel is interrupted by (y/n)’s flustered explanation. 

“I guess you could say I’ve got a fictional character crush.” 

The male shifts, unnoticed by his partner as he moves to stand behind them. His face hovering over their shoulder. He will do whatever it takes to get this silly little magician to pay attention to him.

“He’s just so handsome, yknow? Inside and out.” 

Muriel leans in, placing his hands on either side of (y/n)’s hips as he drags his lips along their neck. Normally such an action would cause him to shake nervously, but the hunger for snuggles have driven the otherwise tame male insane. 

“So compassionate and sweet! He’s got this wolf companion too and-” 

Teeth sink softly into (y/n)’s skin as Muriel bites down gently onto their shoulder. A surprised gasp leaves the magician’s lips, their hands shaking a bit in surprise.

“Muriel!!” That’s better, the mountain man grins proudly at the sound of his name. The grin is short-lived however as (y/n) finishes their exclamation, “You could’ve made me drop my book!!” Mission failed, we’ll get em next time.

“That’s it,” Muriel groans, taking the book from (y/n)’s hands and standing up straight, “No more book. You’ve had enough for today.” 

“But I have to know what happens next!” (y/n) begs, staring up at their boyfriend with a pout on their lips. However, before they can protest further, Muriel sweeps the magician off the rickety stool, effortlessly tossing them onto the bed. 

“No.” 

“Muriel I gotta knowww!!” 

“Know later,” Muriel huffs, climbing into bed and pinning his lover down, “Now is the time for me. Me time.” The young magician blushes, unused to being pinned down by Muriel. But it’s hard to say whether or not the aching feeling pooling in their lower belly is from nervousness or excitement at this new authoritative Muriel.

“M-Muri...” (y/n)’s lips part in a soft gasp as the large male begins nuzzling into the crook of their neck, his stubble scratching their soft skin. Their hips wiggle softly, trying to soothe the new excitement brewing between their legs. 

“That’s better,” Muriel grins, shifting to lay on his side with (y/n) facing him, “Please. Kisses and hugs.” Muriel presses the palm of (y/n)’s hand to his cheek, rubbing his scarred skin against them. 

“Muriel...” 

“Cuddles. at least.” 

“...Fine,” (y/n) chuckles, slinging one leg over Muriel’s hip and pressing a tender kiss to the male’s lips. Muriel hums in delight, face flushing happily as he crushes the smaller person to his chest. Several more pleased sounds escape the male as (y/n) peppers more and more kisses across his now damp lips. Pulling away, the duo take a moment to catch their breath. Sitting up, Muriel looks over at his lover apologetically. 

“I can get your book for you, if you want.” A strange sense of disappointment sinks into (y/n)’s chest at the absence of the dominant Muriel. 

“Yknow,” They hum, laying back and fiddling with their shirt, “I think I’ll just lay here and dream of Matthias, Knight of the South. Maybe I’ll have fun who-EEK!” Muriel, in a matter of moments, pounces on top of his dearest, nipping at their neck and shoulders with posessive excitement. 

“Don’t you dare~” Muriel purrs, listening to the flustered squeaks of his darling as he leaves tender love bites all over their neck.

“O-Oh?? Why not?” (y/n) squeals, feeling the large man’s hands knead their sides, “I’m ready. Who else is going to rock my world?” Muriel pulls back, a burning gleam in his eyes as he stares down at his (y/n). 

“I was planning on it, dear. Cuddling is step one. Lets not rush~” 

#The arcana x reader #arcana x reader #muriel x reader #muriel arcana

[ashtheshortstack]

ML Fluff Month Day 20 - Caught

The 3 Times Adrien and Marinette were Caught.

Rated: T

Pairing: Adrinette. 

For: @miraculousfluffmonth

ao3

Day 1 / Day 21

After finding out each other’s identities, Marinette was actually more excited than she should have been. Knowing that she spent time with her sweet Adrien on a daily basis rattled her at first, but after processing this, she realized that she and Adrien were actually a lot closer than she realized. If anything, knowing he was Chat Noir made her fall for him even more. Chat Noir and Adrien slowly becoming one in her mind made everything click into place. Information she thought she didn’t know about Adrien, such as his since of humor or favorite things, she actually did know. It was crazy!

What was even crazier was Chat Noir popping in her trap door before she even had the chance to clean up her room.

And by that she meant: taking down all of her magazine clippings of Adrien!!

Chat dropped in as if he had been doing it all the time. With a wave, he smiled. “Hey, Marinette!” After making eye contact and seeing her obviously panicked expression, he winced. “Sorry, I should have asked first. Is this a bad time?”

Face flushing, Marinette squeaked. “Um…”

He took a step towards her. “Marinette? Are you okay?”

She flinched, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. “Mmhmm…” Her words came out higher pitched than she had intended.

Blinking at her, Chat was obviously confused.  He glanced away and back to her. “Are you su—woah.” Doing a double take, he saw them. They were everywhere. How could he not see them!? “Is—Is that me?”

Looking everywhere but him, she continued to gnaw on her lip. She let out a breath. “Y-Yeah.”

“Oh? For fashion stuff?”

A scape goat. She could definitely agree and this humiliation would be over. …Or she could just come clean and tell him how she feels. Weighing her options, she found herself growing more flustered. “No!” she blurted before covering her mouth with her hands.

Tilting his head, Chat’s brow furrowed. “No?”

“No…” she murmured with a shake of her head. Gazing down at the floor, her head hung in shame.

Reaching out, Chat placed a hand on her shoulder and bent down to see her face. “Hey, you can trust me, it’s okay.”

“Ihaveacrushonyou!” she cried in a jumble of words.

“You what?”

She flopped down onto her chaise, her hands on her face. “I like you… a lot.”

“You do?” Chat asked in surprised.

“Yes…”

Suddenly, she was being tackled in a hug. “That’s great! I lo—like you too!”

Was he about to say…? Nah. Elation took over her, a beam bursting across her face. “Really?”

“Yes!”

Adrien and Marinette lay curled up on his couch, popcorn in their lap, and a movie playing on the flat screen. Their kwamis were bundled up in a small blanket on the back of the couch. Marinette’s head laid on his chest, her head under his chin while his arms were wound around her waist. Adrien was in heaven. This was one of the best nights of his life. Now that he had a lot of experience with cuddling, he wanted to scoop her up and hold her anytime he could.

Marinette gazed up at him with those bluebell eyes that simply made him weak. She rolled over to face him as he cocked a curious brow. What was she doing? Reaching up, she ran a finger across the outline of his face, running across his cheeks and chin. She scooched up more, so that she was still in his lap, but they were face to face.

Feeling the blush sprouting across his cheeks, Adrien’s eyes widened. “M-Marinette?”

Her smile was blinding as she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning up and nosing his cheek. When her lips pressed to his, Adrien felt his heart soar. Kissing her would never get old. Her lips always hypnotized him, putting him in a daze. He was such putty in her hands, but he never had a problem with it. Her fingers danced with the baby hairs at the back of his neck while her mouth moved against his. Quickly, his hand moved up, tangling it her hair, causing her to gasp against his lips.

This was it. This was how he died.

…Or it would’ve been if a stern voice hadn’t cleared its throat from his bedroom door.

Marinette yelped and flew away from him as he jolted to attention. Spinning his head, he saw his father standing in the doorway. Mortified was an understatement. “Father!” he squeaked, his voice an octave higher than he would’ve liked. Adrien jumped from his spot on the couch and scrambled over to where Gabriel stood. Adrien stood, stiff as a board, a nervous, tight lipped smile plastered on his face. “Y-Yes, Father?”

Gabriel brought a hand up to his face, stroking his chin. It would seem like a normal gesture if Adrien couldn’t see the smile he was trying to hide. Oh. Wow. He’d never seen his dad laugh in a long time. Good to know his suffering was hilarious.

“I came to tell you that Ms. Dupain-Cheng was welcome to stay with us for dinner this evening if she would like.” A humor glint flashed in his eyes. “But, if you two are busy…”

“Father!” Adrien squealed. He quickly buried his face in his hands and groaned. Face completely flushed, he looked but up at Gabriel in surprise. “You—You’re not mad at me?”

Giving a small smile, he shook his head. His father placed a hand on his shoulder. “I was young once too, Adrien. However, if you and Ms. Dupain-Cheng are not responsible about your… emotions I will have to ask that you two are monitored when together.”

Adrien didn’t know if he could blush anymore, but he definitely was. Waving his hands in defense, he shook his head. “No! Nope! Nooo! It’s nothing like that, Father, I promise!”

Folding his hands behind his back, Gabriel gave a nod. “Good. Dinner will be ready in half an hour. Please, don’t get too distracted in such time.”

“We won’t,” he replied with another squeak.

With a smirk, Gabriel gave his son a curt nod and began down the hallway.

Adrien spun on his heel back to face Marinette, who was still sitting on the couch after witnessing the exchange, her mouth agape. His hands flew up into his hair. “What just happened!?”

Running down the rooftops, Adrien heard her earrings flash again. They were almost out of time. Needing to get somewhere safe to transform back was a top priority. The pair of them jumped down into an empty alleyway, away from prying eyes.

When they reached the ground, Chat leaned against the wall, heaving his breathing. “Man, that was ridiculous.”

Ladybug huffed as she leaned against the wall, slowly sliding her back down it to a sitting position. “You’re telling me. Those reporters were hounding me. I could barely get away. I didn’t even get to say anything for Alya’s Ladyblog.”

Crouching down next to her, Chat placed a hand on her shoulder. “You’ve got to be careful with that, you know. If you keep spoiling Alya, people are going to get suspicious as to why you always give her the most information.”

Ladybug groaned and leaned her head onto his thigh. “I knowww, but I can’t help it. I feel so guilty.”

“Alya’s big girl, Marinette, she wouldn’t like it if she knew you were coddling her. You can’t just give her info because she’s your best friend, you know?” Chat replied as he reached down to pet her hair.

Blowing a stray bang out of her face, she nodded. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“As always, my lady.”

She scoffed in response. “You’re so cheeky.”

With a laugh, Chat pushed himself back to a stand, much to Ladybug’s dismay when she grumbled about losing her pillow. He held a hand out to her, which she took and he helped her up while her earrings let out another beep.

“We should get you home,” he said as he stroked her cheek.

Puffing her lip out, she gave him a pout. “But, what if I wanted to spend a few more minutes with you?”

“Oh, what did you have in mind?”

Gripping him by the bell, Ladybug pulled him down for his lips to meet hers in a chaste kiss. Oh. So that’s what she had in mind. Well, he certainly wasn’t complaining. Her earrings gave their finally warning and he felt the energy of her transformation dropping surge. Kissing while transforming was honestly one of his favorite things. It made everything more… magical. (Damn, that was cheesy.)

The sound of something clattering against the ground made both of them freeze in their tracks. His eyes popped open, head whipping around to see none other than Alya standing there. Her hands her covering her mouth, eyes wide, and her phone lay abandoned on the ground. Glancing down at his lady, he saw Marinette’s eyes bulging with horror. This certainly wasn’t it good. He saw her quickly stuff Tikki into her purse before turning to face her friend, who was gaping in shock.

“M-Marinette!?” Alya gasped.

“A-Alya!” Marinette immediately waved her hands in defense. “I-I’m so sorry! I couldn’t tell you! I wasn’t allowed to! Honest! I would’ve told you if I could have!”

Alya seemed to still be processing he words. Holding up a hand, she nodded. “Okay, alright, don’t start babbling. I believe you. I understand that you couldn’t tell me.” Suddenly, she squinted at him, lips tightening. Anger flashed in her eyes. “But, what I won’t forgive is you cheating on Adrien!”

Cheating on him!? What!? …Oh wait.

“No! That’s not! I’m not--” Marinette glanced at him. Her eyes gazed down at the down guiltily. “Oh…”

Alya stormed over to her. “I can’t believe you, girl! You’ve been madly in love with Adrien forever, and you finally get him and he’s not enough for you! You have to hook up with Chat Noir too!?” She jutted a finger into his face. Chat flinched back, ears going flat against his head. “Did you know she had a boyfriend!?”

Not knowing what to do, he glanced away nervously. “Um…”

Marinette grabbed Alya’s arm. “Stop, this has nothing to do with him.”

“So, he didn’t know!” Alya side eyed him. “You’re lucky you weren’t aware of the situation. I’m sorry to dump it on you like this, but Marinette has been dating Adrien Agreste for months!”

“Alya, stop! We can talk about this!” his girlfriend cried. But Alya was having none of it.

She simply shook her head. “There’s nothing to talk about. And I’m telling Adrien. I won’t tell him you’re Ladybug, but I am going to tell him that you cheated. I can’t believe you. I’m so disappointed. I thought you were better than that.” Alya started to walk away, but Marinette ran behind her and grabbed her shoulder.

“Alya! I am! It’s not what you think!”

She spun on her heel to face her, teeth snarling. “Then what is it!?”

He couldn’t let this continue. His lady didn’t deserve to lose her best friend over his secret. Knowing that Marinette wouldn’t tell the truth, he would have to. “It’s me, Alya.”

Throwing her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed. “What’s you?”

He released a sigh. “Claws in,” he murmured. A green glow engulfed him as his mask zapped away.

Plagg flew out of the ring and perched on his shoulder. “Not good, kid.”

Side eyeing his kwami, he turned his attention back to Alya. “It’s me.”

Alya’s mouth dropped, eyes flicking between the two of them. Holding one hand up, Alya pinched the bridge of her nose with the other. “Goddammit, Agreste. You had to let me scream at her first?”

Pouting, Adrien gestured to her. “You’re scary, Alya!”

She hushed him. “You two… are the most frustrating human beings I’ve ever met. I’m not even shocked that you’re superheroes.”

Twiddling her fingers, Marinette glanced up at her friend nervously. “You’re not mad?”

“No! I’m thrilled! But dammit, this was a traumatic way to find out.”

Adrien gave a slight shrug. “If it makes you feel any better, I went into Marinette’s room uninvited and saw her posters of me and that’s how I found out she liked me.”

Alya gave a snort and covered her mouth in an obvious attempt to hold back her laugh. “Girl…”

Marinette was mortified. Granted, he probably deserved that slap she gave him in return.

#miraculous fluff month #ml fluff month #mlfluffmonth #miraculous ladybug #miraculous trash #ml fanfic #adrinette #adrienette #adrien x marinette