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crystalflygeo · 4 months

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How to Warm Up your Dragon ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: ngl this is MOSTLY VERY FLUFFY but it has a veeeery spicy part ehehehehe, praise kink, biting, bit of rough sex, creampie, dirty talk. Reader is technically Fontainian but you can ignore that tbh

notes: Y'ALL THIS HAS BEEN ON MY WIPS SINCE BEFORE FONTAINE IT'S BEEN SOSOSOSOSO LONG I started writing at the start of winter here, now it's summer lmao but hey at least it's winter in the northern hemisphere so... enjoy the snow and dragon man!! Also also... no one guessed what the gift was but Rin was the closest!

Your mother always used to say the way to a man's heart was with food.

you wonder if that applied to archons... er, dragons? adepti?

In any case...

Zhongli has always been a... particular eater. A very refined palate. It's not that he was hard to please, to tell the truth. But he always seemed to have an extra comment, something to add or change to a dish to make it ‘a little more special’.

But you'd quickly find out he had a soft spot for broths and soups, bamboo shoot soup being his particular favorite. Even when it took a lot of hard work and time to prepare, the way he did so was worth it, simply spectacular.

That's why you could almost cry with joy when he happily praised one of your favorite dishes. A fantastic soup d'oignon passed down on your family. Nothing to add, no extras or corrections, he'd enjoy it to its fullest talking about the creamy texture and unique flavor of the cheese so different from those found in Liyue.

So, today you decided to prepare it. Nothing better to warm up on this chilly season, and besides you'd just received a shipment of ingredients from your family.

The rhythm of a knife on a cutting board fills the air, along with a delicious smell. You finish slicing the onions into thin strips and add them to the pot at the stove, humming lightly while stirring. You really hope nothing would keep your dear Zhongli too busy today, so he could be just in time to enjoy this while still fresh and warm.

You turn off the other burner as the beef stock had already warmed up, and start washing some dishes while keeping an eye on the food. It is… rather amusing just how domestic this all feels. Not too long ago you were adventuring over Teyvat, facing off all sorts of crazy dangers, exploring, and never stopping in one place and now… now this feels like home.

And that is without taking into account who your fiancé even is. The former Geo Archon. You shake your head with a light chuckle. It’s still so weird to think of such an imposing figure from legends to be so… him.

You dry your hands and start to pour the broth on the now-golden onions, stirring.

Zhongli is sweet, caring, attentive, wise, with just the right words at the right time. Admittedly a bit airheaded at times, funny when he wants to be. A refined gentleman through and through unlike anyone you’d ever met.

And he loves you.

And you’re engaged.

Warmth rises up to your cheeks along with a small smile as you lower the heat and start grating the cheese.

You heard sounds at the front door and then steps. Oh, early today. Zhongli walks up to you with a smile, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek, his hands resting at your waist as he leans in from over your shoulder. “Welcome home, Li.”

“Thank you” He replies in that deep suave voice. “That smells good my love, would you like some help finishing?”

You shake your head a little. “Please, there’s no need, you just got home. Go take a bath and unwind a little, I’ll finish here and we’ll eat.”

Zhongli looks as if he’s about to say something but simply nods. “Hmm, alright then.” He pulls you a little closer in his embrace, as if he’d missed your contact, your scent. Zhongli inhales deeply, tension seeping off of his body and he gives a soft kiss at your shoulder before almost regretfully pulling away. You chuckle a little and stir the pan.

How domestic and loving indeed.

…

Later when the food is ready and served, he returns to the small kitchen dressed in much more casual and comfier robes. Your eyes linger a little on the small expanse of exposed skin at his neck and chest and then stop at the way his long hair is tied up in a bun.

“Not washing your hair today?” You ask casually, taking your seat.

“I… Perhaps I have gotten rather used you doing it. I simply didn’t feel like it.”

You can’t help the short laugh that escapes you, even as you try to cover it a little. “Is this your way of saying you wanted me to bathe with you?”

His golden eyes twinkle. “I would certainly enjoy indulging in that more often.”

Your cheeks flush and you avert your eyes.

He takes a spoonful of soup and hums, closing his eyes to appreciate the flavors. “The finest ingredients cooked with true expertise. Simply divine, my love, thank you.”

“Flatterer.” You say, a little embarrassed but he can see right thought it, your little grin, the little shift in your posture.

“I am simply stating the truth.” He replies and continues eating. You can see his shoulders relax and the small satisfied smile at the warm food, it makes you a little giddy as you start eating as well.

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bundling up during winter was obvious, right?

Putting on layers and layers of clothes. And true, perhaps Liyue didn't get as cold as other nations such as Fontaine, Mondstadt or of course Snezhnaya, but maybe it was exactly for that reason the temperature drop seemed to affect everyone all the more. Besides, the people would take any excuse to show off their fancy coats, scarves and other cold-climate outfits.

Zhongli naturally wore many layers, and he did mention once or twice he wasn't as affected by the cold. Yet, his business partner had gifted him a thick snezhnayan cloak.

The thing was entirely ridiculous, too bulky with a fluffy overtop, the colors dark and cool not matching Zhongli at all.

And yet he'd used it! (Only twice... but still)

You were not jealous, not at all.

You just wanted to... give him something he'd also enjoy and wear around, yes. Something personal, something he’d like and look at and remember you.

But what?

Ugh, it’s not like you were really well versed in sewing. Back at home you’d even had some machinery for that, but here in Liyue… you wracked your brain thinking what could you give him. He had quite a few elegant outfits, fitting him perfectly and enhancing all his attributes, all personally tailored by one of his late Yaksha so they held immense sentimental value as well… how could you compete with that?!

Right, right, it was not a competition. You sigh. Zhongli will probably be happy with anything you give him, but still…

An idea pops into your head and you can’t help but chuckle. Oh, it’s so silly… but maybe…

Simple enough, personal, something he’d use during the cold season only around you. Could work, you decided as you pick up your things to go visit the textile shop.

If nothing else, it could at least get a good chuckle out of Zhongli, right?

And so, for a few days you work on your little project. Turns out sewing was indeed a little harder than expected but you were trying your best. The kind lady who’d sold you some excellent wool had also given you some tips and they proved to be most useful indeed!

Regrettably you didn’t exactly have the right measurements so you more or less eyeballed them. Eh. It’ll be fine…

Zhongli almost came close to finding out too, though you were inconspicuous enough. You’re sure he suspects something.

“It will all be worth it, it will all be worth it…” You mumble to yourself with a frown as you finish trimming one of the stitches. Your fingers hurt.

…

“Li! I have something for you!” You exclaim happily, hands behind your back holding the wrapped-up item you had worked so hard on. An excited glow on your smile and bright eyes.

“Oh? Am I going to finally see what you’ve been guarding to secrecy this past week?” He replies coolly with a knowing smile, amusement dancing on his tone as he places his teacup down.

Nothing escapes him.

“Yes” You present him the gift, your hands then fidget nervously, having nothing else to do now. “I hope you like it! It’s… my first time doing something like this… i-it may not be that good, it’s kind of silly but-”

“Darling please do not fret, I would love anything you give me.”

Your shoulders relax.

Zhongli unwraps the paper and finds a rich dark brown fabric staring back at him, he picks the item and opens it, trying to gauge its shape, thick wool, a little rough around the edges but you did mention it was your first try and he is honored enough you’d make such effort for him.

However…

What is it exactly?

He turns the item around trying not to show too much confusion on his face as to insult you or make you feel bad, it looks like… a severely oversized legwarmer?

“It’s…” You start, feeling a little shy and silly once more. “…for your tail.”

Recognition shines in his eyes and he blinks at the item.

“You- I know you like to let loose a little around the house and let your illuminated beast features show, I love you tail too but I know… the scales get cold easily a-and usually we just bundle up with a blanket but I thought-”

“I love it.”

You stop running your mouth as soon as he utters those words, Zhongli looks at you with a gentle calm and your heart could melt at the sincerity in his expression. “No one had ever made something like this for me.”

He stands and unfurls the item, then, in a flash of gold his dragon tail manifests, majestic as ever and swaying lazily, the tuft of fur at the end flickering with each move. He maneuvers a little to slip the ‘tailwarmer’ on and though it sags a little, much to your relief it at least fits nicely. There is a yellow diamond pattern near the base that you’d started working on but deemed too difficult for a first try. It was a cute little detail though, maybe next time.

“Warm and cozy.” He chuckles and you beam at him, before letting out a squeak as said dragon tail curls around you, pressing your forward against his chest.

“Thank you, my love.” He cups your face and kisses your forehead.

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The air is hot and heavy as soft moans and grunts fill the room.

Well, this was certainly a way to warm up… and get some good cardio.

You pant and squirm on the plush surface of a heavenly mattress as the familiar weight of the ex-archon descends upon you. His arms going from a golden orange hue to a deep charcoal, lines of gold thrumming across his skin, glowing softly in periodic pulses up strong muscular arms. Golden horns rise from soft brown hair curled at the tips, two on each side like a crown, while a powerful scaly tail wraps around your calf holding your leg up, spread.

This is Rex Lapis. Morax. Any other number of names he had. This is the Geo Archon.

“Zhongliii!” You whine, his hands caressing your body, claws teasing along your skin, pinching a nipple, fangs grazing your collarbone and a long serpentine tongue licking a hot stripe across your neck.

The head of his cock teases at your entrance, already rock hard and burning like a brand, your hips canting for more. For him to finally fill you, to feel his thick overwhelming girth stretch you, breed you… you want to be filled so full it overflows, so that it dribbles down your thighs and ass in thick, slick rivulets of his love.

“Patience my love.”

You whimper and jerk at that, about to cry out for him again when he rolls his hips and sinks in your warm hole. Your breath catches in your throat as your head throws back on the soft feather pillows.

He pushes into you inch by inch, carving a space for himself with a soft rumbling groan. His lips seek yours as his hands slide to your hips and press hard enough to bruise. His kiss devouring, all-consuming with need as he bottoms inside you, hips pressed flush.

Gods you feel so full, stretched and filled every inch and then some, and he doesn’t allow you a moment to pause and adjust either. A beast of a man in the best of ways, he withdraws halfway, only to slam forward in a fluid firm thrust.

“Mng-! Ah!”

“Mine. All mine. S-so warm and thigh- nghh…”

His pace starts slow, his voice alone enough to drive you crazy with how deep, carnal, animalistic it is against your neck. Sharp canines teasing the elegant column of your throat as he moves.

“Oh! so good… Li… f-faster… faster ple-ahhn!” Your voice pitches high as you babble, pleasure coiling on your gut.

“As- you desire…” Strained words still sounding like the very embodiment of sex, his voice so sinfully deep, so erotic it washes over you like liquid silk, like molten gold, only heightening the sensations of his quickening pace. In and out, in and out, skin slapping on skin. “You’re… you’re so perfect for me-”

You take him so well, your legs spread wide, your back arched, your insides molded to his length, enveloping him in the most mind-blowing of heats. The bed creaking as Zhongli delivers another powerful thrust, hitting a sweet spot deep within you and making you elicit a sharp keening sob of a moan. Your hands scrambling from the sheets to seek purchase at his back, curled up under his arms to scratch viciously trying to hold onto something, anything as he drives into you thrust after thrust after thrust-

“I’m- I’m gon-ahnn! Z-Zhongli… ooohh!��

Fuck you are close. So, so close…

He nips at the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. “Almost there… little one.” He huffs between strained grunts and you whimper at the pet name. Golden claws sink on the bedsheets, gripping thigh for leverage as he moves faster, frantic, hips like pistons he fucks into you like a wild animal, the bed rocking, shaking with each thrust. “C-close…”

You mewl and moan, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore but just feel the hot burning pleasure, his warm puffs of breath on your skin, your sweating bodies dampening the sheets and you desperately want to feel his warm seed inside you, filled to the brim with his creamy cum.

“Pleasepleaseplease i-in! In-s-ahh!” You come with a sharp cry, vision blurring, muscles clenching, your insides squeezing around him, milking him for all he’s worth.

It was enough, the tipping point for the dragon, his thrusts shallowing out until he ruts as deep as he can and shoots his load inside you with a guttural groan. Thick spurts pumping inside you before it pools out around his own cock, leaking from your body until there’s nothing left to give.

Everything is hot… so hot… the air heavy and musky with the scent of sex…

…

Zhongli slumps softly atop your body after what feels like ana eternity, his cock still comfortably nestled within your slick walls, cushioned by fluttering muscles. You lay beneath him, sweaty and shivering, breathless, chest raising and falling rapidly in small gasps as you struggle to catch your breath but oh, how you took his away…

Beautiful, truly… your half-lidded eyes glazed over, barely able to open admits your exhaustion, but still able to whimper soft little moans as he trails fluttering reverent kisses along your neck and collarbone. Soft, chaste, loving and tender touches.

“Ahhn… mmm…” He chuckles softly at the endearing sounds you make as he eases out of you, the subtle friction enough to sent fire to your nerves, followed by a strange emptiness that mellows down to buzzing contentment.

He lies to the side and pulls you close towards his chest, his tail finally letting your now sore leg rest, uncoiling from it to curl around you both, you settle there with a sigh, eyes sliding shut. “So good for me.” Zhongli gently brushes some hair away from your face and places a kiss at the crown of your head, resting his chin there. “Rest now, dear.”

“Mn.”

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You smile as Zhongli places the two steaming teacups on the table before scooting over and welcoming him with the blanket surrounding you. He settles on the couch with you cuddling close and passing the book on your hands to him. Your fingers brush and he sets the book on his lap before taking your hands on his, cradling them close to his face before blowing a warm breath on them. You blush and let out a little airy laugh.

“What is this? Dragon breath to keep me warm?”

He hums against your skin, piercing golden eyes staring up at you. “No, just my love for you.” He kisses your knuckles and fingers.

“You…” You mumble, averting your gaze.

He chuckles and kisses your wrist then before leaning in close and kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, anywhere he can reach.

“Ngah, wait you affectionate big lizard!” You squirm and he laughs fully now.

“Just seeking my adorable fiancée’s warmth” He nuzzles onto your neck, kissing there too and making you yelp. “Gorgeous.”

“A-Am not!”

“So precious when you get all shy and flustered.” He gets your jaw this time when you move, so close to your lips.

“Stop! You menace…” You pout and this time you cup his face, staring for a moment at his handsome features, your thumb brushing close to one of the red markings under his eyes.

This man. This dragon. This god.

Oh, how you love him. He warms up your heart.

“Here, I’ll warm you up proper…” You whisper softly, pulling him close and tilting your head to slot your lips together.

Just as you warm up his.

#crys writes #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #fem!reader #I am so happy this is done eeeeeeeee <3 #alt title: warm him up with food with clothes with your body and with your love #dcfgscvgabcjah I love him sm

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itsybitsie · 13 days

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Agere shopping list!

All ages! drinks, snacks, & meals!

Snacks

Gerber puffs

Goldfish

Fruit gummies

Frosted animal cookies

Snack packs/pudding

Jello cups

Apple sauce

Fig newtons

Dried fruit trail mix

Granola bars

Chips

Veggie straws

Cereal

Baby cucumbers

Fruits

Veggies

Pretzels

Snack crackers

Popsicles

Cheese

Celery/baby carrots with dip/peanut butter

Drinks

Juice boxes

Koolaid

Caprisun

Milkshake

Lemonade

Hugs

Milk

Chocolate milk/strawberry milk

Yoohoo

Slushies

Meals

(breakfast, lunch, dinner)

Pizza bites

Kraft mac n cheese

Burger sliders

Quesadilla

Chicken nuggets

Bagels

Scrambled eggs

Pancakes/waffles

Buttered noodles

Soup

Grilled cheese

Oatmeal

Mac attack pizza

PB&J

Chilli & cornbread

Spaghetti & Meatballs

Let me know if you all have any ideas for the list!!! i hope this helped you figure out what to snack on or eat for dinner while regressed 🩷💜💗remember to prepare your food only when u are big so u dont hurt urself!

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dylobilysmomg · 3 months

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Winter Nights (Blurb)

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: <𝟭𝗸

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲

𝗢𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁: 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝘆 @𝗔𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗶𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗛𝗼𝘄𝗱𝘆 𝘆’𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗮 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝘆 @amorchai 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁! 𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼, 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝘆’𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗟𝗣 𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗹, 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 (𝗔𝗞𝗔 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗖 𝗜 𝗪𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗘 𝗜𝗧) 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!

𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙛! 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧!

So here you two are, sitting in the back of Roscoe, bundled up in your warm clothes and the blankets Stiles has brought. There’s a shitty excuse for a charcuterie board between you two. Really, it’s just some cheap plastic container you bought with crackers and meat and cheese slices. You both sit criss cross against the walls of the jeep, facing each other.

“It’s chilly in here.” You say amidst conversation, and Stiles makes a face, to which you laugh in response, “What? What is it?”

“You’re wearing sweatpants, your jacket, my hoodie, and you’ve got not one but two blankets. How could you be cold?” He laughs, reaching for some crackers. “Just am, maybe you should warm me up.” You say jokingly, and he laughs with his mouth full of cracker crumbs. He finishes chewing the food before speaking, “Thought I did!” He says, referring to the time you spent on his dick in the front seat no more than an hour ago.

“And I hate to break it to ya, but I’m not turning Roscoe on. Don’t wanna waste the gas.” He says, pushing the food aside to scoot closer to you.

“I guess I’ll just freeze.” You sigh, and Stiles is close enough now that your knees touch. “No you won’t, I won’t allow it.” He says, hands coming up to cup you face and bring your lips to his. One kiss. Two. It’s the third you pull away.

“Stiles,” You whine, “I don’t have any chapstick on.” You say, feeling your chapped lips, embarrassed. He scoffs, “I don’t care! I was kissing these same lips an hour ago and you weren’t complaining.” He laughs, but you shoo him off, moving to grab some cheese and crackers.

He sighs, leaning back to his side of the jeep, picking up some crackers and salami. “I don’t know why you even bought the salami and pepperoni if you don’t even like it.” He says, popping the cracker in his mouth.

“Yeah but you do, sharing is caring, Sti.” You say, moving to wrap the blanket a little tighter around yourself.

You’re about to say something else to carry conversation when Stiles’s phone buzzes from the front seat. At first he ignores it, and you start to talk about My Little Pony. But his phone continues to buzz and buzz and you can tell Stiles is no longer listening to you ramble about the sad ending you were so excited to tell him about. He’s biting his lips, peeling skin and without a doubt drawing blood.

“Stiles.” You say, and his eyes blink a few times, “Hmm?” “You’re not listening to me.” You say, not in an accusatory tone but just matter-of-fact-ly. He continues to bite at his bottom lip, “Sorry, babe. I just hope it’s not important.” He says, and you just give him a smile.

“I’m sure if it was important, there’d be a call.” You say, and he decides for the time being to agree with you and try to enjoy this date. So you go back to telling him about how Rainbow Dash and Applejack get together and Pinkie has a baby and—he’s not listening. He’s ripping up his lip and his mind is a million miles away.

“Stiles, babe, you gotta stop biting your lips.” You say, forgetting about the ponies all together. “Huh? Why?” He says, your comment pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Because, then you’ll taste like blood when I kiss you.” You complain, and he smiles, and suddenly he’s back. Whatever thought he had completely gone, and all he can think about is how fucking cute you are and how cute that comment was.

He leans closer you you, hands on your knees to kiss you. You smile into his lips, and he hums.

“Okay so tell me about your ponies.”

!!𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙐𝙎!!

“No fucking way.”

“Yes way! And they live together and Apple Jack wears her grandma’s little shawl thing after she dies.” You say. And while Stiles doesn’t understand a thing of what you’re talking about, he still listens because he loves nothing more than the little sparkle in your eyes when you’re so giddy to tell him all about it.

“I knew they had a thing for each other from the beginning.” He says, and you laugh and nod your head.

“Me too! And not to get super dark or anything, but what they don’t tell you, and for obvious reason, is that Twilight is an alicorn right? So guess what? She’s gonna live longer than all of them, so the sad truth is that she’ll out-live all her friends.”

“No!” Stiles is dumbfounded.

“Yes!”

𝟐/𝟏𝟐/𝟐𝟒

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etherealyoungk · 7 months

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cooking with dk sounds like a plan, making a pizza or two with him sounds even better because we all know it is his favorite food and when you pull the sizzling pizza out of the oven, he gets excited like a puppy :((

this is such a cute idea omg

imagine having a date night where you stay in the house and make pizzas. it was raining, pouring actually, the rain pattering down at a steady pace with no sign of stopping soon. it was cold and chilly and it seemed like just the perfect weather to stay in and make pizzas together. dokyeom is so excited like so so excited it's endearing.

he's watching you so intently and carefully as you mix the ingredients for the sauce and you give him the task to grate the cheese because you mumbled something about putting his biceps to use. he's so into the task.

throughtout the dinner, he's wrapping his around your wasit as he follows you around the kitchen like a puppy. "kyeom! i can't do anything if you're going to be like this", you complain but he's not letting you go. (he eventually does but he'll be hovering around you)

when you're rolling out the dough he decided to make it heart-shapeda and he's working so intently as he tries his best to form the dough into an heart shape. once the base is cooked a bit you add the sauce and toppings and put it in the oven to cook more.

dokyeom is so excited when you bring the pizza out. he won't stop talking about how good it smells and he's so happy the heart maintained it's shape. he'll feed you the first bite and watch as your eyes light up as you tell him how good it turned out! he'll then tell you that you and he should do pizza nights more often and make it a weekly thing. and each week you try out a new pizza and it becomes such a fun and sweet weekly ritual.

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chronicowboy · 11 months

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let's build this house (into a home, baby) | 25k

aka the dilf next door neighbours au

The day both Buck's tomatoes and chillies germinate is also the day the universe decides to give him a little nudge. He's sitting out in the backyard with a book on octopuses and a beer, soaking up the last of the day's sun as his attempt at Bobby's six cheese lasagne bakes in the oven, when Christopher pops up over the fence.

"Hey, buddy!" he calls out with a grin. "Did you know that octopuses actually is the correct plural form of octopus not octopi?"

"Cool." Chris smiles, but it fades just as soon as it appears. Buck dog-ears his page and sets his book down.

"Everything okay?" he asks carefully, crossing to the fence.

"Yeah, I'm just hungry." Christopher sighs. "Dad burnt dinner. Again."

Buck glances through his open back door to the dining table with three mismatched chairs, and bites his lip. He's got no excuse today, the evening sun leaving him lethargic but not exhausted, the hour reasonable.

"Hey, I've got an idea." Buck winks at Christopher. "Stay there, okay?"

Buck grabs his beer, book and folding chair, setting them just inside the entrance. He makes his way to the front door, stopping at the hallway mirror to fix his curls into something a little more presentable, and walks the few yards down their adjoined porch to Christopher's door. With a deep breath, he raises his hand and knocks.

The door swings open a few seconds later, and Buck's mouth goes dry at the sight that greets him. Buck was distantly aware that Christopher's dad was training to be a firefighter, distantly aware of the physique that comes with the job, but had been expecting, you know, a dad. Socks and sandals, cargo shorts, a Henley. This is most definitely not the image of Christopher's father he'd conjured in his mind because he's not just a dad, he's a downright DILF. Socked feet in sliders, sweats that leave little to the imagination, and, yes, a Henley—forest green and hugging the meaty curves of his biceps in a way that makes Buck feel a little feral with the urge to just bite. And then there's the guy's face. Fuck, its unholy, illegally attractive. Tan skin stretched smoothly over perfect bone structure, fluffy waves falling over his forehead and looking softer than anything Buck can imagine, lips plush and pink and inviting, a light dusting of stubble across his jaw that Buck desperately wants to feel—not fussed about where exactly he feels it.

As his eyes crawl back up to the man's face, he catches the guy's gaze dragging up his own body. He preens a little, something hot pulsing behind his sternum. When their eyes meet, Buck gets a little breathless. Christ, if the rest of him was divine, his eyes are transcendentally beautiful. Brown as Buck's perfect cup of coffee right in the middle of a non-stop shift and just as warm, brown as earth and with a gravitational pull all of their own, brown as chocolate and just as tempting. Buck thinks he could spend hours getting lost in those molten eyes, thinks he could curl up in those irises quite comfortable for the rest of his life, thinks those eyes could be the last thing he sees and he'd be happy.

"Buck!" Christopher's voice startles them out of their staring match, and Buck watches as the guy looks between them with a frown.

Fuck, maybe Chim was right. Maybe this is weird.

"You're Firefighter Buck?" The guy asks him, raising an eyebrow, and, oh God, his eyes are practically sparkling with amusement.

"Expecting something else?" Buck asks, holding his arms out in what is hopefully not an obvious request for the guy to look at his arms.

"Maybe someone a little shorter and more imaginary," he murmurs with a darting glance at Christopher.

"No, I can assure you I am very real."

"I can see that," he mutters to himself. Buck flushes and ducks his head to hide his pleased smile

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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lake como | p. gasly

pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 2.6k words warnings: smut 18+ ONLY, kinda public sex, kinda exhibitionism ? unprotected sex (p in v, creampie), fingering, oral, choking, kinda switch!reader and switch!pierre (i think?), thigh riding, idk what elseeee pls lmk if i missed anything a/n: i was heavily affected by those pictures and videos from pierre in italy, so this came to my head. thank you to cousin @ireallydontknowdudee for beta-reading<333

my masterlist

(i mean, dude)

as the months and days ticked by, the weather started changing, long gone were the dark, cold, gloomy winter days. the clouds parted, making way for clear skies and shiny rays of sun.

with the rising weather came the days off. summer had never been her favorite season, but once she got a taste of what summers with pierre were like, she started looking forward to the endless nights underneath the stars, boat rides with the sun hitting her face. and her favorite part, pierre's shirts unbuttoned at the top.

it was his favorite form of teasing. showing enough skin to make her want more, covering enough to make her want to undo the rest of the buttons. and don't even start with the shorts. his white shorts were going to be the death of her. they accentuated his legs perfectly, clinging tightly to his thighs when he sat.

as their relationship progressed, she learned that pierre loved wearing white linen during summer. it contrasted perfectly against his tanned skin.

they’d been in lake como for the past two days, and each day was better than the last. pierre was becoming a different person there, he seemed more carefree, relaxed. they’d traveled with friends, but decided to spend their last day in como just the two of them. their morning was spent watching the sunrise, sitting on the balcony and enjoying a comfortable silence. his hand rested on her thigh, fingers spread wide, covering her skin completely. then, they went to town, he was carrying a picnic basket, where they placed different foods, fruits, wine and cheese that caught their attention as they walked through the streets. he held her hand as they walked to the small harbor, a boat he’d rented for the weekend was waiting for them, floating on the bright blue water.

she felt the wind blowing, she adjusted the headband currently holding her hair back, feeling the sun on her face. it was a perfect combination of the chilly italian breeze and the warm sun. she closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the leather couch, a content sigh leaving her lips as she felt the boat stopping. they were in the middle of the lake, with no other boat or person around. just the two of them.

“are you enjoying yourself, ma cherie?” pierre asked, she opened her eyes to him standing in front of her. he was biting his bottom lip, shooting her a flirty glance.

"i am now that you're here, mon coeur," she extended her arms, prompting him to lean down, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. they laughed as she laid down on the leather seat, pierre falling on top of her. “everything is better when you’re around,” she smiled, and she noticed his cheeks getting red, and wondered if what because of the sun or her words. she hoped it was the latter.

pierre was resting his weight on his arms, each on either side of her head, caging her in. he leaned his head down, pressing his lips against hers softly. she hummed softly, smiling into the kiss. her hands found refuge in his hair, his strands looked blonde under the yellow sunlight, he simply looked angelic.

a few minutes passed, their lips were caught in a sweet, soft fight for dominance as they lost themselves in the moment. he left a trail of kisses down her neck, there was a dopey grin on her face as she moved her head to the side to give him better access. the left strap of her dress had fallen from her shoulder, freeing even more skin for him to kiss and cherish.

"baby," she whispered, he placed one more kiss on her shoulder before lifting his head, she placed a hand on his cheek, her thumb tracing the small dip from his dimples, "i love you," she said, and somehow, his grin grew wider.

"i love you too, cherie," he could see the sun hitting her eyes, and he could’ve gotten lost in her eyes right then and there. her fingers were playing with the collar of his shirt, and she let her hands slip under his shirt, touching the warm skin. he could see the shift in her eyes, changing from soft and gentle, to playful and hungry. “mon amour,” he started, lifting his top half, but she wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him caged in her hold, he started laughing. “we’re in public, my love,” he reminded her with a quick kiss to her lips.

“hmm, i don’t see anyone around,” she raised an eyebrow, biting her bottom lip as she waited for his reaction. “we’re in italy,” she started, kissing his neck, “we’re finally alone,” she continued, dragging her lips down the column of his throat, “and i want you,” she curled her fingers on his hair, “i need you,” she whispered in his ear, right before kissing his soft spot. she felt him let out a shaky breath as she spoke. she’d made sure to keep her voice low and breathy, showing him how badly he was affecting her. “you know how i get when you wear white linen,” she whined, throwing her head back against the leather.

“show me,” he said, “show me what you want,” he leaned back, letting her take control. his back was now against the seat, she quickly straddled his lap and sighed as she felt his hardening length tucked inside his pants. she leaned down, leaving kisses all over his face, his neck. his hands were on her waist, feeling as she moved her hips back and forth, slowly. as her lips were attacking his neck, her fingers were fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. she started undoing them, her lips following the free path she was creating, she kissed her way down his chest, feeling the muscles in his abdomen contracting as she bit and nipped and licked his skin. soft sighs and whimpers were leaving his mouth, she bit back a smile at the thought of her being the one responsible for making him feel like that.

she pushed the shirt apart, he sat up to take it off but she stopped him.

“leave it like that,” she whispered, her hands on his face as she directed his lips toward hers. she felt him smile against her mouth, “since you wanted to wear linen, we’ll leave it on,” she said, moving one of her legs to rest between his, she was now caging one of his thick, muscular thighs between hers. she pushed him back against the seat, biting her lip as she settled down slowly.

leaving pierre with his clothes on was good for both of them, he knew how much it affected her to see him wear it, and for her…

“fuck,” she sighed, rocking back and forth slowly, the feeling of her heat against the fabric of his shorts was sinful. pierre looked down to his leg, lifting the skirt of her summer dress to reveal her bare cunt rubbing against him, using him to get herself off.

“you…” he started, but she placed her thumb on his lips, a wicked smile on her face as she continued rocking her hips. her nails were scratching his cheek lightly, playing with the small beard on his face.

“see what you did?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows as she gave one hard thrust, an obscene moan escaped her lips. she lifted the skirt of her dress, raising her hips, the unmistakable wet patch of her arousal staining the white fabric, “you made me messy,” she let out a shaky breath as he tensed his thigh. one of her hands went to palm his cock over his shorts.

“shit, cherie, please,” he breathed, placing kisses on her throat. “take it out,” he pleaded.

“no.” she whispered in his ear. “i told you. we leave the linen on,” she leaned back, watching as his face changed from shock to amusement, it was on rare occasions that he got to see her like this. he liked it. her hand left his straining cock, traveling to her wet core, she circled her clit with the pads of her fingers, in harsh, fast circles that made her let out a loud moan.

if there was anyone around, she hoped they were enjoying the show.

she slipped two of her own fingers inside her, aware that pierre was following her every movement. she could feel how much it was affecting him, from the way his breath was quick and uneven. she gave a few quick thrusts, rocking her hips against her own fingers now. once she got enough, she plopped down on his thigh again, and pierre grabbed her arm, taking her fingers in his mouth as she rode his thigh until she declared it was enough. she smiled, throwing her head back as she felt his hands on her waist, grounding her down to his thigh. she moved the shirt out of her way, leaving his chest completely exposed and available for her. she raked her nails down his chest, to his stomach, leaving kisses right after her trail of red lines.

her actions were accompanied by soft grunts, moans and whimpers, from both of them. she was getting close, her clit close to hurting from all the stimulation, whilst pierre was suffering since his hard cock was barely getting any attention. his shorts were completely ruined by now, but neither of them found it in themselves to care. the only thing in their minds was release. her release.

she really tried to keep it up, make him live all the teasing she’d been through since they arrived in the small italian village a few days ago. he hadn’t touched her since their trip started, he’d been too busy with his own fun to pay attention to her needs. she wanted him to suffer as well, but she knew she needed him so she could cum.

“fuck me,” she said, “please, pierre, fuck me,” her hips were starting to slow down, it was all too much. “please,” she repeated once she noticed he wasn’t doing anything to fulfill her needs. “baby,”

“no. you wanted to cum on my thigh? do it. i won’t touch you until you do,” he said, his hand sliding from her waist to her face, he moved her head so she was looking at him, “finish the mess you started," he ordered, his hand wrapping around her throat, squeezing lightly. he felt a gush of arousal leave her cunt, he took notice of his ruined shorts. "you want me to fuck you?" he asked, she whined, nodding as she continued to move her hips against his thigh, "you want me to ruin you just like you ruined my clothes, baby?" he said, and she was sure that his words were what was bringing her over the edge. "speak,"

"yes," she gasped, he'd tightened his grip on her throat, which made her squeeze her legs against his thigh. "yes, please, please, pierre. fuck me," she begged, feeling electricity running in her veins.

"i will," he said, noticing small unshed tears filling her eyes, her stimulations were too much. she didn't know how much more she could handle, “you just need to cum first. let go, give it to me and then i’ll fuck you, we can do anything you want, just cum for me,” his hand slid between their bodies, touching her clit as he kept his hand around her throat. her eyes rolled back, pierre sat upright, pulling her closer by his hold on her neck, their lips met in a hot, fiery embrace as he moved his hand in fast, rough circles over her clit, she lifted her hips, chasing his touch as her thrusts on his thigh didn’t stop.

she was close, he could feel it. he could feel the way her legs were threatening to give out, her muscles fluttered around him.

“fuck it,” he groaned against her lips, pulling down his shorts and underwear, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. she immediately threw one leg over his, his cock slipping inside her aching hole easily from how wet she was. she gasped, hands gripping his hair as he held her waist, his lips replaced his hand on her throat, and he held her steadily as he was the one to guide her movements up and down his shaft. “you’re so tight, so wet,” he breathed against her neck, his warm breath making her skin rise in goosebumps.

“it’s all for you, all yours,” she mumbled, if she thought riding his thigh was driving her over the edge, having his cock inside her, finally, was both a torture and the greatest pleasure she’d felt in days. his thrusts were deep, at the perfect speed so she could feel every inch of him and crave more at the same time.

she was mumbling incoherent words under her breath, her eyebrows furrowed in a teasing frown. he sneaked one hand down to touch her clit, and the band inside of her snapped. she gripped his shoulders, almost ripping the fabric of his shirt as she held onto him desperately. his thrusts slowed down, but they were still as rough as before.

“please, please,” she didn’t know why she was pleading, she was still wrapped in the cloudy aftershocks of her orgasm.

“i’m almost there,” he said, kissing her cheek softly. “you did so good for me, baby, so perfect,” he held her hips as he helped her up and down his cock. “you’re squeezing me to death, my love. you want me? you want my cum inside of you?” she nodded at his words, rocking her hips back and forth, using the little strength she had left to squeeze her tight, velvety walls around him. “fuck, yes, just like that,” he grabbed her hips and flipped them over, so he was now on top of her. her legs wrapped around his waist as his thrusts became faster, erratic.

her back arched off the leather seat, pierre took the opportunity to kiss his way down her neck to her chest, dragging the light fabric down to her stomach and attacking her breasts with small bites and licks. she felt another orgasm forming in the pit of her stomach, a small ball of fire that was making her delirious.

after a particular hard, deep thrust, she felt his warm release hit her walls, then, she felt his weight on top of her. she turned her head forward, seeing the blue sky. she smiled to herself as she felt his lips making their way up her chest, her sore neck, and finally her lips. she closed her eyes and sighed as they kissed, she whimpered against his lips as he slipped out of her still sensitive core.

they kissed for a few more minutes, as the hazy afterglow started vanishing. she unwrapped her legs from his waist, feeling him sitting up. he looked down at her, a smile on his face as he took in her post-orgasm state. chest moving up and down in deep, fast breaths, a dopey smile on her face and a thin layer of sweat on her skin. he started buttoning up his shirt, but felt her hands on his, stopping him.

“where do you think you’re going?” she asked. she gathered all the fabric of her dress, taking it off and throwing it to the side. she leaned back against the leather rest, “you have to clean up the mess you made,” she bit her lip, spreading her legs. the sight of his cum leaking out of her was enough for pierre to fall down on his knees, to bury his face between her legs and eat her out like it was the last time he’d get to taste her.

turns out, pierre wasn’t the only one that became a different person in lake como.

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featherandferns · 11 months

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fluff 14 maybe?

14. Tell me a secret?

This is very wholesome and sappy, so hope that's okay. I'm dosed up to the max on pain relief for this stupid cold I've managed to catch so I'm feeling extra simpy today.

Feel free to request! - prompt list

sea and sand - prompt 14

The woodsy smell of pine intertwines with the scent of burning. You and JJ are the stragglers of the Pogues, sat around the campfire outside of the chateau. There’s a blanket draped over your lap to save your ankles from the skeeters. Occasionally, one lands on your neck and you bat it away. The two of you are sat on a chunky log. JJ has his pocketknife out and is cutting dents into the bark. He’s humming a Red Hot Chilli Pepper’s song under breath and you’re tapping your foot along to the rhythm absentmindedly. In your hand is a skewer. You’re roasting a marshmallow over the dying flames. Neither of you are talking. It’s not because you dislike one another. On the contrary, in fact. You and JJ are closer than sand and sea. It’s simply because sometimes words aren’t needed to keep a conversation; silence works better. That to say, when a thought passes your mind, you let it out into the summer night air.

“Tell me a secret?"

“A secret?” JJ asks, pausing his humming.

“Mhm.”

“What kinda secret? A good secret or a bad secret?”

“Good secret. Duh.”

“You gonna blackmail me with it?” he wonders. He’s still stabbing at the bark.

“Depends if it’s good for blackmailing.”

“Fair that,” JJ mumbles.

He sits up and looks into the fire. You pull back your skewer and inspect your marshmallow. Could do with a bit more on the edge…

“I don’t like peas,” JJ says.

You snort and look to him, returning your skewer to dangle above the flames.

“That’s not a secret.”

“Sure it is,” JJ shrugs, meeting your gaze. There’s a faint smile on his face. Eyes tired and lazy from the cannabis and booze. “Nobody else knows it.”

“Nobody?”

“Nope.”

“Not even John B?”

“Hell no, man,” JJ chuckles. You laugh too.

“But it’s not exactly a secret,” you remind him. “Just a fact.”

“Aren’t all secrets just facts, though?” JJ philosophises.

You roll your eyes. Bringing your skewer back to you, you lean down to retrieve a graham cracker from the packet resting by your feet, sliding the marshmallow atop.

“I still feel cheated,” you tell him, taking a bite.

You hold out the s’more for him to have a bite too. He doesn’t take it from your hold. Instead, JJ leans down and takes a bite, making you laugh.

“You tell me a secret then,” JJ says through his chews.

Swallowing your mouthful, you frown. “Why should I?”

“Tit for tat.”

“But I don’t really have any secrets,” you lie.

JJ throws his head back. “Liar. Everyone has a secret.”

“Like not liking peas?”

“Yeah!”

You laugh with JJ.

The fire casts an orange glow on his face. Outlines his jaw and traces the curve of his lips. Reflects brightly in his eyes, as he stares down at you. Something about it makes everything feel more intense, and you look away, down at your half eaten s’more. Taking another bite, you debate over your many secrets. Some are fickle and funny, like how you used to say goodnight to every single one of your named teddy bears (of which, there were many) or how you used to have a fear of animatronics and left a Chuck-E-Cheese crying your eyes out, at a childhood party. Others are die-hard, take-to-the-grave sort of things.

“A secret, huh?” you repeat, quieter now.

JJ nods. He seems to have mellowed out more. Extends his legs out and crosses them at the ankles. His cap has long since been abandoned, earlier in the night. You prefer him without it, if only slightly. It let’s you admire him as a whole. The unruliness of his hair and the defined youthfulness of his features. A gold rush that everybody wants to get their hands on but nobody can ever keep a grasp of. Impermanent like riches.

You look to him when you reply, perhaps watching for a reaction. “You’re my favourite.”

“Your favourite?”

“Mhm,” you nod. Pick at the crumbs of your half-eaten snack. Bask in the crackles of the dying fire.

“Your favourite what?”

“My favourite person,” you shrug.

JJ smiles at you. It’s different to his usual smiles – giddy and playful and mischievous. It’s serene and somewhat flustered, dare you say. Then again, the shine to his cheeks could be from the heat of the fire.

“Really?”

“Really,” you quietly chuckle.

Grinning now, he nudges his shoulder against yours. It’s sad, how after so much time in his company, it still thrills you with excitement. The way you feel about JJ is the type of puppy-dog love a person usually feels only once in their life. Typically in youth, when you’re too dumb to know anything else but idolisation. But what a thing to put on a pedestal, huh? Someone who looks as if they walked out of a sketchbook.

“You’re my favourite person too,” he says to you.

“Don’t bullshit me,” you snort, looking out to the fire. Your appetite has gone suddenly. The air feels thick.

“I ain’t bullshitting anybody.”

“Yeah right,” you say. “John B’s your favourite.”

“He’s alright,” JJ sighs. Looks out to the flames himself. You can only half see his face in your peripheral. “Just don’t think about kissing John B all that much, so I guess that makes you my favourite.”

Darting your head around, you take in his side profile. Your smile is gone. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Well, I wanna hear it again,” you dumbly say.

JJ chuckles. He looks to you, chin help up high, confident and self-assured. But you know him well. Better than you think, sometimes. His fingers are tapping nervously at the bark of the wood the two of you sit on, side by side. Sea and sand: never one without the other.

“I wanna kiss you,” JJ privately tells you. “I think about it more than I probably should, to be honest.”

You’re face feels a little numb but something tells you that you’re smiling. Small and serendipitous.

“Now that’s a secret, Maybank,” you reply.

There’s the briefest flash of his smile as he chuckles, and the briefest dart of his eyes glancing to your lips, and then he’s leaning down to kiss you. The warmth it breathes into you is stronger than any bonfire you’ve borne witness to. The s’more is ditched in favour of you reaching up, cupping at his face. As you kiss, melding into one another the way marshmallow melts, there’s no worries of what might come next, or anxieties about what this means for your friendship. There’s simply the two of you, like always. Like it should be and like it was intended. Sea and sand.

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