Commission for @frostedpuffs based on a scene in Perfectly Platonic (Unless...)
"When their lips pressed together, it wasn’t the same hesitant kiss they’d shared before, which had been slow and tinged with curiosity. It was charged with something more desperate—something Chat Noir couldn’t explain but didn’t care enough to. All that mattered at the moment was the feeling of her lips on his, soft as they glided along his in a fervent motion, and the warmth of her wine-scented breath as it blew into his mouth, like kindling to the ever-growing fire that blazed in his heart. Even as their noses bumped and teeth lightly clashed, he wanted more."
(Chapter 20)
Plus some sketches I did before settling for this one! I like how they look like sequence when they're together like this 👀👇
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prompt idea (no worries if it doesn’t speak to u!!): reader tells steve she wants him to degrade her, and at first, steve is against it. he feels really guilty about how he’s spoken about women in the past and feels like calling you mean things in bed is disrespectful to his girl. but the first time he tries it and sees that dumb look in her eyes, he changes his mind REAL quick 👀
OHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU.
steve is in love with you. he loves you so bad, he can't even stand it. the spare time he has when he's not daydreaming about you is shopping for engagement rings, sometime in the near future. so when you ask him to degrade you, his face completely drops.
"what?" you stare back at him, suddenly regretting this decision. lust overrules you, and fuck it; you love him too, and you feel safe enough to explore this territory with him.
"please," you beg, his cock having just been put inside you. "doesn't even have to be all mean, stevie-please-" he doesn't even know where he would start, not wanting to hurt your feelings whatsoever. sure, he'd had reputation in the past-but that was the past.
you were his future.
"i-" he stammers, sighing with defeat as you stare up at him, doe-eyed, pussy soaking. he slides his cock slowly, the first thrust making a soft moan spill from your lips. "fuck, just-"he stammers, choking back his own noises. he can't hold it back any longer, he needs to fuck you-and if this is what you want, god is he willing to try. "alright, baby. you tell me to stop if you need it, yeah? promise me-" you cut him off, nodding eagerly. "promise. swear it." with your permission, he starts to thrust his hips forward, slowly pounding into your pussy. he immediately shifts his demeanor, the dead (but not gone) 'king steve' finally peeking through.
he lifts your leg, pressing it back until it touches your chest, bending at the knee. it causes his cock to sink further into you, earning a near-deafening moan from you.
"yeah, you like that, huh?" it's his usual banter, but you nod rapidly, eager for more.
"of course you do, fuckin' slut." your brows furrow, and you can tell he's holding his breath waiting for your reaction, despite his expression remaining the same. you feel your stomach flip in the best way, his words sending warmth straight to your throbbing clit. "f'course i do," you murmur, breathy and dizzy with lust. you hear him hiss through his teeth, his cock throbbing inside of you. "god," he moans, and you cut him off. "love y'r fuckin' thick cock pounding into me." his brows furrow, feigning sympathy as he nods.
"oh, i know, baby. must be so-fuckin'-hard for you to do anything if my cock isn't fucking pounding into you." he says through thrusts, pounding you harder each time. you whine in response, and he chuckles. "yeah? go all dumb when i fuck into you like this-so fuckin' pretty. didn't know how good you'd look without a fuckin' thought behind those eyes."
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hi! could i request? admiring freminet's freckles by tracing them like connect-the-dots, and then kissing his freckles until he's all cute and shy
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freminet’s freckles
uwaa this is so creative!! here you go, *️⃣ anon! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹
[ freminet x gn!reader,
a bit suggestive at the end (´∀`;) ]
a fluffy short story~
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donning your comfy pajamas, both you and freminet were on the couch together, wrapped up in soft fuzzy blankets watching your favorite tv show as the fireplace crackled and the sweet scent of a warm vanilla candle filled the room.
leaning your head on his shoulder, you turn your attention towards him, observing him carefully. his gaze was focused on the screen. until he notices you and cracks a tiny, awkward smile, his eyes squinting. his freckles were prominent from this perspective, as if cinnamon was sprinkled onto his cheeks.
“huh?” freminet wondered why you were staring for such a long time.
“you know, i never noticed how pretty your freckles are..” you marvel, a finger leaving from beneath the cashmere fabric and onto his nose, irises darting back and forth.
“it reminds me of a constellation.”
“d-does it really?” he stuttered upon feeling the tip of your finger begin to trace the light brown spots.
“mhm~ and i can connect them, just like this.” you make a shape of a star on his cheek, before leaning forward to give him a quick smooch.
“i never thought about it in that way.” he furrowed a brow. nobody had ever done such a thing to him..
shyly attempting to cover his face with one hand out of embarassment, he changes the subject. “you don’t want to miss your show, do you?”
“you make a good point darling.” reaching toward the coffee table for the remote, you press down on the pause button. it could wait for later, you tell yourself.
“now, where was i?” you gently pull his hand away from his face, interlocking it with yours. you then crawl atop his lap, and freminet sank into the cushions, laying backward.
his beautiful crystalline eyes gleamed as he looked up at you in awe.
“oh, over here..” you lightly trail your digit across, marking out a small path.
“it could be a little heart.” giggling, you give him another kiss, accidentally leaving evidence behind as it was a bit sloppy.
“y/nn..! you’re too sweet.” freminet muttered with a gasp, his cheeks growing red, which enunciated his adorable freckles even more.
“well then, i’m glad that it’s working.” you tease, before peppering his tender face with a whole bunch more. you just couldn’t help yourself.
it was beginning to get colder outside, the seasons were slowly but surely changing. even so, the sunshine still peeked through the clouds. what other way to spend a calm chilly day, than with your precious boyfriend?
besides, right now, you were much more interested in spending valuable time with him than watch the tv, as no form of entertainment could top his pure company~
he scrunched his nose as you giggle inbetween each kiss.
you were absolutely lost in his beauty.
“mwah, mwah!” you exaggerate every kiss as the poor boy feels like he’s about to evaporate under your touch.
at this point he is getting attacked by your affection. you simply could not get enough of his graceful essence.
but he adored you so much that you could do whatever you desired to do to him. freminet was so deeply infatuated with you.
“i’ve heard that freckles are proof of where your lover kissed you in your past life. i suppose this is a guarantee that you’ll have them again.” your voice was as smooth as could be.
“my love..” freminet was so undeniably flustered.
caressing his face with your free thumb, he gently let go of your opposite hand and found his arms wrapped around your lower body, hoisting you up, not wanting this moment to end. you gladly accepted this preposition.
“and, let’s not forget about your forehead.” you give him even more soft pecks inbetween his blond eyebrows, resting both of your hands right on his shoulders. when you come back up again, freminet was timidly tugging on your shirt.
his head was tilted to the side, and he was brightly beaming, face burning aflame, knowing that he couldn’t possibly hide his joy from you any longer. you then trail your way down past his chin, letting a hand settle against his chest in the process.
even more specks of melanin could be found on the base of his neck. your kisses became longer and increasingly sensual. freminet's palm unknowingly brushed against your upper thigh as he adjusted himself.
“can i have more..?” he quietly asked you in one breath, accompanied with an indicative expression.
“hmm?" you pick up on his words.
"n-nothing!"
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