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rigg647 · 4 months

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Winter walks with Timmy when it's -20°C outside 🎄

omg this is all i ever need. just a cute drabble for my first timmy fic 🫶🏻

To say it was freezing outside was an understatement.

It was rare to see people walking about in this weather as their breath clouds in front of them, along with a fury of goosebumps that filled their skin. To anyone else, it would be a disaster. But to you and Timothée, it was everything you both wanted.

With not many people outside, it was easier to steer away from others and for your boyfriend to not get recognized. Given, you’re both still living in New York, so there’s bound to be a hassle of cars on the road, but you grew used to the loud, constant sound of the tires rolling against the rocky pavement.

Timothée’s cold hand held yours, gently swaying them back and forth; a subconscious habit that he tends to do often. His palm engulfs yours, slowly heating up your hand, despite the chilling weather. He held you close to him, right at his side, either because of the cold or because he just wanted you near him. You opted to choose the latter.

“You there, mon amour?” His smooth voice quickly cut you out of your thoughts. Moving your head to look up at him, you hadn’t realized how close you both truly were. You nod in response and smile softly, taking another step closer to him (had it been possible). Timothée’s smile widens at your reaction, immediately accepting the sudden movement. Squeezing your hand lightly, his thumb began to draw small, soothing circles on yours. Though you didn’t need to be, it seemed to calm you down anyway.

Snow resided on the ground from the precipitation earlier that day, taking home on the dead grass. Chills went down your spine at the sudden burst of cold air, involuntarily pushing yourself closer to Timothée. He didn’t seem to mind as he drew you adjacent to him.

His breathing was evident in front of him as the wind blew the cloud away from him. He was sure his nose was bright red right about now, and his ears and cheeks were beginning to become rosy from the cold. Though, he used to be self-conscious about it, his blush would always add to that color when you told him you thought it was cute. Any form of flattery from you always made him flustered.

“Are you there, mon amour?” You repeat his own words to him in a teasing manner as you smirk lightly. He huffs out a laugh, watching the cloud that floats above his lips and then vanishes. Subconsciously, he squeezes your hand again.

“‘Course. Toujours présent pour ma fille.” Timothée leans down and kisses your head softly, never stopping the soothing circles of his thumb on your hand. You couldn’t stop the butterflies that began to swarm in your stomach from his words as you smiled.

Timothée had convinced you to learn french, though there wasn’t much convincing once he had told you he’d be the one to teach you. Learning the gorgeous language with the help of your boyfriend was kind of like a treat at the end of the day; being able to hear him speak beautifully and teaching you how to. Only a couple months into the ‘lessons’, and you’ve gotten pretty far already. Timothée always made sure to tell you how proud he was.

“C’mon, why don’t we go back? I can see how cold you are, ma chérie.” He suggests, taking your hand in a tighter grip and twirling you quickly, replacing his right hand with his left and then walking in the direction you both had been walking away from. A laugh had escaped your mouth at his quick actions, not expecting the sudden change. He smiles at your reaction, beginning to sway your hands again as you both made your way back to your apartment together.

A perfect winter day.

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rigg647 · 4 months

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NSFW Alphabet: C is for Creampie

Pairing: Marco Poloni x Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Cw: 18+, smut, NSFW, p in v penetration, oral (f receiving), food play, face sitting, creampie, unprotected sex, fluff

Description: It’s the holiday season, and Marco Poloni shows you just how generous he can be.

"I can't believe how fast this year has gone by." The realization of how fast time has passed always seems to occur this time of year. The twinkle of Christmas lights, the crisp wintry air that bites your skin, the kind of cold that can only be soothed by the warmth of a burning fireplace.

"We made a lot of good memories together, that's for sure." Marco Poloni wraps his arms around your waist from behind, he kisses your cheek softly.

Marco holds you tightly against his chest, you can feel his heart beating. You hum contently and relax into his arms, he smells of sweet vanilla bean, and peppery cinnamon intertwined with notes of musky cologne. You and Marco have spent the majority of the weekend baking nearly a dozen types of cookies and baked goods, from cranberry orange cookies to individual tiramisus, pizzelles, and biscotti.

Along with making personalized boxes of authentic Italian cookies, Marco has picked out gifts such as cake decorating tools, sets of nesting bowls, mini tart sets, and a new stand mixer for his Ma. Baking was truly his passion and it became a way for him to express his love and appreciation, so giving baking supplies and baked goods gave him this gratification that was so fulfilling. Last year Marco gifted you a set of heart shaped utensils, measuring spoons and measuring cups, amongst other personalized items.

This year, Marco wanted to build a gingerbread house with you. He took the time to make the gingerbread dough from scratch, and he precisely measured and cut out the pieces that would form a house. Together you put the house together using royal icing, you can't help but notice how adorable Marco is when he's focused in the kitchen.

Whenever he's not working on a piece of confectionery, his attention is on you.

"Hey, I need those." Marco's hand reaches to the bowl of gumdrops and takes a handful. You gently smack his hand away, giggling. "C'mon, I think my gingerbread house could use a few gingerbread people."

Marco assumes position next to you and grabs a bare gingerbread cookie. He ponders for a minute about how he wants to decorate the little guy, and then it clicks. He picks up a bag of royal icing and begins to decorate the cookie with surgeon precision.

You and Marco work together to finish the gingerbread house and little gingerbread men. You decorate the house with China white icing outlined for windows and a front door, gumdrops act as bushes, broken candy canes stand as pillars and framework. Miniature candy canes are placed in the shape of a heart on either side of the house. Ice cream cones dipped in colored white chocolate stand in front of the house with small colored candies to resemble ornaments, you dust powdered sugar on top of them as a layer of soft snow.

Delicate ribbons of red and green frosting are piped along the edges of the cookie roof, small chocolate candies are placed on every other ribbon. Oreos that have been broken in half are placed on the roof as shingles, and a few full cookies rested in front of the house as a walkway.

"How are the gingerbread people coming along?" You're putting the finishing touches on the house, sticking gumdrops around the edge of the house.

"Almost done, I just need to add a little more to this one."'His gaze is focused on the cookie, he carefully moves the icing with a thin metal pick. "There."

Marco sets the two cookies in front of the house, using icing to glue them in place. He positions them together, with their hands just about touching.

You see that one is more feminine, resembling yourself. The other is without a doubt a gingerbread version of Marco, complete with a white apron around the waist and a cross necklace drawn on with a metallic silver edible marker.

"Aww." Your heart warms, "They are so cute, Especially that one, I could just eat him up."

"Yeah?" Marco pulls you close, his arms wrapped tightly around your frame.

"Mhm." You nod, flashing him a gentle smile. You brush back a few strands of Marco's hair, admiring how beautiful he is and how lucky you must've been for a man like him to come into your life.

Marco leans in to kiss you, his soft lips taste faintly of sweet cherry. He runs his hands over the small of your back, "How about you make us some hot chocolate, and i'll get the fireplace going? We can snuggle up by the fire, and watch a Christmas movie."

"I'd be happy to do so, as long as when I come out there you're wearing those cute pajamas I bought you."

Marco sighs softly, "Only for you."

You smile with pride, but you feel special. Marco wouldn't be caught dead in fluffy pajama pants printed with Reindeer and Santa Claus, but he knew that doing the silly little things during Christmas made you happy, and that's all that mattered to him.

With one more kiss, Marco leaves the kitchen and you stay behind. You hear the upbeat tune of Wham!'s Last Christmas playing from the living room, Marco must've popped a CD into the stereo.

You hum along to the song as you set out two mugs for you and Marco, each with the respective initial. You pours mixture of cream and milk into a pan and set it on a burner, you turn the notch and hear a few clicks before a circle of blue and orange flames ignite. You break a few bars of dark chocolate into the milk, stirring frequently to avoid the chocolate from burning.

The milk changes from a creamy white to a rich mocha as the silk chocolate melts. Once the milk is up to temperature, you carefully fill each mug with the scalding hot chocolate. You set each mug onto a tray along with a bowl of mini marshmallows.

The music gets louder as you enter the living room, carefully transporting the tray across the room. You are immediately captivated by the warm glow of the burning fireplace, hearing the gentle cracking of the firewood. You gaze is caught by Marco, sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace with a large blanket wrapped around him.

"The hot chocolate is ready, my love." You set the tray on the floor next to Marco, sitting beside him. You hand him a mug, and you take one for yourself. Marco accepts with a thank you, kissing your cheek lovingly.

The lights of the Christmas tree twinkle from the corner of the living room, shades of blue, red, green, and purple dance around the tree and reflecting off the crystal and glass ornaments. Silver tinsel drapes around the tree, starting from below the topper, cascading down to the lowest branch. The most beautiful part of the tree however, was the antique crystal star that rested delicately on top of the tree.

"Wait, we need whipped cream."

You set your mug down and scurry to the kitchen, sorting through the refrigerator to locate a can of whipped cream. You're quick to grab it and head back to the living room, you notice that Marco is no longer under the blanket but fiddling with something on the ceiling.

"What're you doing?" You ask, setting the can on the coffee table.

"You see, you can't have Christmas without a mistletoe." Marco shows off the bunch of beautiful red berries and surrounding soft green leaves hanging above you. "And it appears that we've been caught underneath it."

He looks at you with a sultry grin as his arms grab your waist, you smile and wrap yours around his shoulders. Your lips press together in a heated embrace. Marco sighs softly into the kiss, his hands cup your face.

"Merry Christmas, y/n." He whispers against your lips, a smile creeps upon them.

"Merry Christmas, Marco." You hold him tight. He smiles at you sweetly, admiring your beauty.

"You're so beautiful, I could just eat you up." He purrs, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

You blush, and Marco presses his lips against yours again with more passion. You're eager to respond, gasping as Marco picks you up by the waist. He sets you down on top of the fuzzy blanket and positions himself between your legs, your lips never breaking apart.

Your hands run up his white shirt, your fingers roam over his muscular chest, soft brown hair tickles your palms. You moan softly as he rolls his hips against yours.

His warm hands run over your shirt, cupping your breasts over the fabric as he moves further South, your breath hitches as his thumbs swirl over your nipples. His fingers pinch the sensitive skin and you buck your hips up against him, your eyes close and you lean your head back against the blanket, relaxing into his touch.

Marco undoes the buttons of your pajama top one by one, the bright Christmas lights reflect off of your pale skin. His hands move the fabric away from your body to expose your body, he admires your figure.

Just as he's about to start kissing your body, an idea crosses his mind. A smirk creeps onto his face as he reaches for the can of chilled cream, you watch him as he gives the can a few shakes and squirts thick, creamy white lines of whipped cream on your breasts and around your nipples, a line of cream trails from between your breasts down to the edge of your panties.

"Just when I thought you couldn't get any sweeter." He sets the can to the side and then lowers himself down, he laps eagerly at the sweet cream that decorated your skin. He starts at your breasts, licking and lapping. He moves onto your nipples and takes his time, his crystal blue eyes flicker up at you as his mouth wraps around your nipple, sucking softly.

"Fuck, baby." You whimper, feeling your panties dampen as Marco swirls his tongue around your nipples.

"I'm just getting started and you're already so wet," His fingers slip underneath the elastic waistline of your panties, they trace over your wet folds just to circle back up to your clit. You can feel Marco's erection pressing against your thigh and you're desperate to touch him, to feel him grow harder under your touch as you tease him. He removes his mouth from your nipples and licks a stripe up your stomach, gathering the remaining whipped cream. His fingers continue to tease your clit, you roll your hips against them.

Marco trails kisses down your body, his fingers loop around your panties as he gets lower. He pulls them down your legs and you kick them off, Marco kisses your thighs before he buries himself between them and his tongue laps at your cunt with more enthusiasm, finding the taste of you to be much more delectable. A high pitched whine escapes your lips as you feel two of Marco's fingers slide inside of your cunt, pumping in and out. His tongue flicks at your clit before he takes it into his mouth, sucking harshly.

Your back arches as waves of pleasure run through your body, your toes curl as his fingers curl inside of you, rocking back and forth against the most pleasurable spot inside of you. You encourage him with a string of breathless yes's and various profanities, your fingers tug at his soft brown hair.

“I want you to sit on my face.” Marco pulls away from your cunt with a proposition, his lips slick and red. His fingers are still inside of you, pumping.

Your eyes flicker down to him, he’s kissing the inside of your thighs. You know he loves when you ride his face, Marco craves for his face to be buried between your thighs as you use his mouth for your own pleasure. You’re insecure about your weight on top of Marco, worried that you’ll suffocate him but he assures you that he enjoys every second of it.

You nod your head and Marco is quick to respond, he lays on his back next to you and you straddle his head with your knees on either side.

With a needy moan, Marco's tongue darts out to taste you, tracing your folds and teasing at the entrance to your core. His hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you lower onto his waiting mouth.

You cry out in pleasure, your back arches as his tongue explores every inch of your wet pussy. His hands squeeze your hips tighter, encouraging you to ride his face. You roll your hips against his tongue, a mix of your and Marco’s moans echo through the room, driven by your wild movements and sweet cries. His tongue continues its wicked dance, flicking against your sensitive nub.

Your legs squeeze his head as your fingers lace through his hair for support, “Please don’t stop, holy f-fuck-“

Feeling your body tensing, Marco picks up the pace, sucking harder and licking faster. His fingers find their way inside you, stroking your inner walls as he worships your pussy.

“I’m gonna cum-“ You whimper, a thin sheet of sweat coats your body.

“Cum for me, baby. Let it all out." Marco's hands grip your hips tighter, his tongue working in perfect rhythm with your pulsing body. He groans as he feels your release, savoring the sweet taste of your cum on his tongue. You’re a moaning mess above him, your legs tremble uncontrollably.

Marco moans around your pussy, his tongue lapping up every last drop of your cum. He looks up at you, eyes shimmering with satisfaction. His hands hold your hips firmly against his face. "That's it, baby. You taste so good."

You pull away when the sensation becomes too much, you shuffle your hips down and Marco pulls his pajama pants down, his cock springs free. Marco's eyes lock onto yours, his breathing heavy as he tries to regain control. His fingers tease at your entrance, still slick with your essence. He returns the passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours, tasting both sweetness and desire.

You moan into the kiss as you feel the tip of his cock press against your wet pussy, Marco's eyes flutter as he feels your warmth against his cock. He groans, his fingers digging into your hips.

Marco's heart races as he feels the warmth of your body against his throbbing shaft. He breaks the kiss, his breathing labored. “Are you ready for me, baby?" His voice is husky with need.

You nod eagerly above him, your hands are on his chest. You slowly sink down onto his length, Marco's breath catches as you take him deeper, his cock sliding slowly into you. He presses his lips harder against yours, your tongues entwining in a messy dance of lust and desire. His hips begin to move, your bodies finding rhythm with each other.

“You feel so fucking good baby,” Marco breathlessly moans against your lips, his hands find their way to your hips once more. “Fuck,”

Your eyebrows furrow together, the drag of his cock reigniting the fire in your body. You bounce your hips faster on his cock, you feel your thighs start to burn as the intensity increases.

Sweat paints your skin, the heat from the fireplace adds to the warmth between you and Marco.

“Oh fuck, baby. That's it.” Marco's voice is rough as he drives into you, his hips meeting yours in a powerful rhythm. He grinds against you, feeling your cunt squeeze his cock. Marco’s hand finds its way between your legs, circling around your swollen clit. Your head spins with pleasure, looking down at Marco with half hooded eyes.

The man below you is utterly beautiful, the sight of Marco lost in a lust fueled haze is breathtaking. A second orgasm quickly creeps up upon you, your noises become more high pitched and desperate.

Marco's gaze locks onto yours, his eyes darkening further with lust. He leans down, his teeth grazing your neck as he growls, warming you of his own release. His thrusts become more erratic, his hips jerk up into you wildly.

Feeling your cunt pulse around him, Marco's control begins to slip. He pushes his cock deeper inside you, your shared moans fill the air. His fingers dig into your hips, holding on tight as he feels his climax approaching.

Your eyes lock with Marco’s, each hitting your peak at nearly the same time. Marco begs you to keep going, you sloppily bounce your hips on his cock, feeling as he pushes his sweet cum deep inside of you. He holds you close during your release, whispering words of encouragement.

Your hips eventually still, you and Marco are a breathless. sweaty mess. Marco cups your face sweetly, he kisses your forehead, trailing down to your nose and finishing on your lips, kissing you tenderly. You lift your hips off of him, his warm seed drips out of your cunt.

You lay beside Marco, you stare at the ceiling as you come back into reality. Marco props himself onto his elbow, he reaches over with his other hand to cup your cheek.

“How’re you doing?” He asks, his thumb softly strokes your skin. You weakly smile up at Marco, your chest rapidly rising and falling as you catch your breath.

“Mm.” He hums, kissing your forehead. “Now how about that movie?”

#another day another slay #marco world supremacy

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