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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!Reader Series
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Summary: A trip to the thrift store becomes overwhelming for Harris, and you and Eddie have to work as a team. But the real test of your relationship's strength is the crisis that unfolds days later.
Warnings: financial insecurity, school lock-in, missing child, police presence, mention of kidnapping, mention of drug addiction, blood (no gore)
WC: 8.5k
Chapter 19/20
Divider credit to @saradika
Eddie has already been awake for two hours when the phone rings. One part of parenthood that he hadn’t anticipated is that children do not understand the concept of weekends. Harris had flung himself out of his racecar bed promptly at 6:30 in the morning, crawling under Eddie’s sheets and poking his nose until he woke up.
“Har, go back to sleep,” Eddie had grumbled, the last word extended in a whine. One cheek was smushed against his pillow, muffling his complaint. “It’s Saturday; you don’t have school.”
In response, Harris pursed his lips into a perfect pout and used his thumb to peel Eddie’s eyelid open, getting as close to his face as possible. His morning breath was tinged with the scent of chocolate; Eddie groggily made a mental note to better supervise his nighttime teeth brushing routine.
“‘M hungry.”
That’s how Eddie finds himself pouring his third cup of coffee while his son keeps his eyes glued to the TV screen, watching Doug stutter and stammer in front of Patti. Eddie smiles, a blush creeping into his cheeks when he realizes that that’s probably what he looks like around you.
“‘Lo?” He cradles the receiver between his ear and his shoulder, wincing as he clumsily clinks the carafe into place. There isn’t enough coffee left to slosh over the side, a small miracle in and of itself, although he’ll have to brew some more if the caffeine doesn’t kick in soon.
“Hey, baby.” Your voice is sleepy yet sweet, smoothing all the creases of the morning. “Did I wake you up?”
Eddie laughs and takes a sip from his favorite mug, the one that proudly declares #1 Dad. It’s stained and chipped, but he’ll never throw it out. Wayne had bought it for him on his very first Father’s Day; ironically, Eddie had bought him a #1 Grandpa mug that year, probably from the same kiosk at the mall.
“Not even close,” he says, tongue flicking to the corner of his lip to catch the drip of coffee that’s pooled in the crevice. “Someone was up bright and early this morning.” His gaze flits over to the bowl of Cheerios snug between Harris’s criss-crossed legs, mostly uneaten despite his earlier protests that would make an outsider believe he was starving. “How was your sleep?” he asks, swinging back to your conversation.
You switch the phone from one ear to the other. “It was good. Would’ve been better if you were next to me, though,” you add, twirling the cord around your forefinger. If you could, you would capture the safety of his embrace and bottle it, releasing a bit each time you craved his gentle touch. “I might’ve even let you be the little spoon.”
He balks at this with a playful scoff, nearly spilling his coffee with the sudden movement. “Yeah, right,” he chuckles, licking the side of the mug before the bitter liquid can slide off and hit the ground. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”
Admittedly, his skepticism is rooted in truth; whenever you do get the chance to cuddle in bed, he’s always the one wrapping his arm around your waist, often taking the opportunity to snake a hand up your shirt and let the pads of his fingers brush over your breasts. It isn’t always a display of sexuality or desire–though you can’t say you mind that–but a connection, a way of ensuring that you stay close.
“Just a few more weeks until we get to find out for ourselves,” you tease, though he needs no reminding. Only sixteen days remain until you officially move in together, and he’s not ashamed to admit that he’s counting down. “Speaking of which,” you continue, glancing at the clock, “I was wondering if you and Harris wanted to do some furniture shopping for his new room.” You knew that he would be keeping his racecar bed; it’s unlikely he’ll part with it until he’s outgrown it completely. “Y’know, a new dresser or nightstand or something.”
There’s an extended pause on Eddie’s side of the line. You think the call dropped and are about to hang up and redial when you hear him say, “I, um…I don’t get paid until next week…” He nervously scratches the countertop with one fingernail.
“Oh.” You grapple with a response, trying to strike a balance of empathy without condescension. “Well, I was going to surprise you, but I sold some of Grandma’s old—”
“No way,” Eddie interjects, firmly but not harshly. “I’m not having you spend your money on me. We can just wait until payday.”
“I want to buy this for Harris. I…I probably should have cleared out Grandma’s room months ago, but I couldn’t. I mean, I could, but it felt wrong because I had nothing to put in its place.” You don’t care that you’re babbling on, forging ahead with your impromptu monologue. “It would’ve been too empty, but with you and Harris here, it won’t be empty anymore.”
Eddie tucks his thumbnail between his teeth. “Are you sure?” he prods, not wanting to sound ungrateful.
“Positive.” You’re much more assured in your reply. “If she knew Harris before she got sick, she would’ve spoiled the hell out of him, anyway.” The moment she saw him happily digging into the Oreos, she would have ensured that the cupboard remained stocked with Double Stuf. “In a way, s’like she gets to spoil him now.”
You can sense Eddie’s resistance tempering with an audible exhale. “He’s an easy kid to love, that’s for sure,” he muses, buying time to process the influx of emotions flooding his body. There’s the obvious gratitude that you’re so eager to take care of his son, but it’s cut with the insecurity of him not being able to do so. If you’re going to buy Harris furniture, it should be because you want to, not because he can’t. What if you hold this against him? What if, in the future, there’s an argument and you fire back with a retort about his shortcomings as a father?
Except…you have never done that. Ever. Not that night in the emergency room, or when you’d found out about the CPS report filed that evening. Not even when Eddie had made it his personal mission to tear you down, pulling insults from the depths and hurling them at you with reckless abandon.
You hadn’t brought up the way he’d helplessly panicked when confronted with the possibility of Harris’s learning disability, or how he’d let anxiety overtake him when he officially received a classification. With everything the two of you had endured, you’d never once echoed his anxieties about his parenting abilities; it was quite the opposite. With you by his side, he feels as though he can take on whatever challenge life chucks at him.
“Eds? Is everything okay?” Your tone is thick with concern; Eddie realizes that you probably think you’ve upset him. “We don’t have to go—we can do something else, or—”
“Sweet girl,” he says in one exhale, both to reassure you and to remind himself that you’re his, and he’s yours. Love surges through the phone lines when he speaks. “We can pick you up in an hour, if that works? I should be able to wrangle Harris by then.”
“Y’sure?” And, Christ, how his heart sinks when you shrink inward, reflexively making yourself smaller when you’re worried that you’ve offended someone.
Eddie doesn’t answer you directly, instead, calls out his son’s name. “Hey, Harris?” He frowns when Harris completely ignores him in favor of watching the cartoon. Using his free hand, he cups his mouth in a makeshift megaphone, amplifying his voice. “Harris Wayne Munson!”
The sudden sound jolts him out of his TV-induced stupor. “Huh?”
“Go get dressed and brush your teeth; we’re gonna go shopping with Ms. Sweetheart!” Eddie grins as Harris turns to him with a wide smile of his own. “C’mon, let’s go!”
Harris jumps up without further hesitation, inadvertently tossing his bowl from the makeshift table of his legs. Milk splatters, instantly soaking into the carpet, and the Cheerios topple out and land in a soggy pile. “Nooo, my bref-ist!” His big eyes well up with tears. “Daddy, you made me drop my bref-ist!”
“You, uh, wanna deal with that?” You can’t hide your amusement at the usual Munson chaos.
“Probably should, huh?” Eddie jokes back, stretching the phone cord as far as he can and reaching for the paper towel roll. “I love you, babe. See you in a bit.”
“I love you, Eds,” you tell him. “And Harris, too, of course.”
Some more static and shuffling; then, an energetic voice greets you. “Hi Ms. Sweetheart! Daddy made me drop my bref-ist,” the little boy reports.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Har.” You’ve perfected the art of mustering up sympathy for children’s not-soearth-shattering issues, a skill that every preschool teacher must possess. “Why don’t you help him clean up? That way, I can see you even faster.”
Harris pauses, mulling over his options. “Yeah, okay! Gotta go! Bye!”
You hear the clunk of him struggling to replace the phone on the hook, followed by Eddie saying, “Let me say good-bye before you hang—” click.
Pulling your own receiver from your ear, you stare at it with mild amusement. Never a dull moment with my boys.
Your boys drive up to your building just over an hour later. You stand up from the bench outside the entrance and smooth down your shorts where they’ve creased.
“Hey, Sweetheart.” Eddie lets the pet name roll off of his tongue. He wants to kiss you as you slide into the passenger seat, but he withholds his affection for Harris’s sake. It seems silly, considering you’ll all be living together, but he doesn’t know how his son will react to the romance aspect of it. Will he be happy? Excited? Disgusted by any display of affection?
You give his hand a subtle squeeze, turning around to greet Harris. “Ready to shop till we drop?”
“Till we drop?” Harris wrinkles his nose, glancing between you and his dad. “Why would we drop?”
“It’s just an expression,” you explain, catching a glimpse of the smile tugging at the corners of Eddie’s mouth. “Just means that we’re going to shop until we’re too tired to shop anymore.”
“I never get tired,” Harris declares, sticking his legs straight out so his flexed feet push up against the back of the driver’s seat, nudging Eddie slightly forward. “Grampa Wayne calls me an ‘Energizer Bunny.’” He bounces up and down in his booster seat to prove his point.
Eddie reaches his right arm around, keeping his left firmly gripping the wheel, as he moves Harris’s feet from where they’re planted into his lower back. “So, Har,” he starts, easing his weight onto the brake as he approaches a red light, “we’re gonna look for a new dresser for you, and maybe a nightstand.” He takes a deep breath as he delivers the news: “That means we’re not making any pit stops for toys. Got it?”
You want to interject, to let Eddie know that you don’t mind splurging on a small treat for Harris, but you bite it back. Whether or not you have the spare funds is irrelevant: this is the boundary he’s set for his son, and you have to respect it, regardless of your desire to spoil him.
Harris, however, does not accept the announcement as readily. “Not even, like, a little one?” he presses, holding his thumb and forefinger a millimeter apart. “Even if I’m really, really good?” He gives a hopeful smile, eyes blinking expectantly.
Eddie looks at you, serving as your cue to provide your input. You nod your approval, trying to hide your delight in being asked to make a parenting decision, regardless of how menial it may seem. He peers up through the rearview mirror at his son’s waiting face. “If you’re really, really good,” he acquiesces, features pinching into a grimace when Harris’s exuberant squeal echoes through the sedan. “You have to use your inside voice and stay next to us the whole time. Deal?”
“Deal,” Harris confirms. “Deal, Ms. Sweetheart?”
“Deal.” Laughter bubbles up inside you and you let it spill out uninhibited. You know that telling a child he can get a toy is an easy part of parenthood, but you silently swear to never take for granted being included in that choice. Harris joins you, though he’s not quite sure why he’s laughing, but your joy is contagious.
You lean your head against the car window, listening to the buzz of the radio filling the silence. Harris hums along, more on-key than the average five-year-old, which you can safely attribute to him having a musician for a dad.
“I’m not getting a new bed, right?” Harris says with sudden urgency. “Because I wanna keep my racecar bed.”
“Mhm,” you affirm, smiling when Harris relaxes back against the headrest. “Your racecar bed will be in your new room, don’t you worry.”
“Okay.” That response satisfies him until he thinks up another question. “An’ you’re bringing your bed, Daddy?”
Eddie chuckles as he pulls into the Goodwill parking lot. He picks a spot close to the store, right next to a green Ford with a faded “Clinton ‘96” bumper sticker. “Um, no. I’m not bringing my bed.”
“So are you getting a new bed?” His eyes dart from side to side as he assesses the size of the car. “Where’s it gonna fit?”
“I’m, uh, not buying a new bed, either.” Eddie kills the engine and unbuckles his seatbelt, swiveling to face Harris, who is more confused than ever. “Ms. Sweetheart and I are going to share her bed.”
Harris kicks his feet, processing this new information. “But you didn’t get married yet,” he points out, “so how can you share a bed?”
You rest your palm on Eddie’s forearm in quiet reassurance. “Some people share a bed before they get married,” you explain simply, knowing that less is often more when talking to young children.
“When are you gonna get married?” he asks, more curious than meddling. “Because it’s taking forever. My friends’ mommies and daddies are already married.”
Eddie doesn’t acknowledge the fact that Harris essentially referred to you as his mommy; instead, he slowly exhales. “I’d like to marry Ms. Sweetheart someday, and I think she’d like to marry me, too.” He looks over at you with a sheepish grin, and you give his hand an agreeing squeeze. “But, for now, we’re just going to try out living together. How does that sound?”
“I guess that’s okay.” Harris isn’t completely thrilled with his dad’s response, but he relents anyway.
“While, we’re, uh, on the subject,” Eddie continues, the tips of his ears flushing pink as he carefully considers his words. He chews on the inside of his lower lip. Is he really doing this? Is he opening his son up to this relationship? “You know that Ms. Sweetheart and I love each other very much, right?”
“Mhm.”
“Sometimes,” Eddie continues with only some trepidation, “sometimes, when grown-ups love each other a lot, they hold hands o-or kiss. Would that be weird for you? If Ms. Sweetheart and I held hands, or kissed?”
You avert your gaze, partly from bashfulness but mostly so Harris doesn’t feel any pressure from either of you.
The little boy looks at the car’s ceiling, centering his focus on the overhead lighting. Finally, with utmost certainty, he declares, “just no tongue-kissing.”
You snort out a laugh while Eddie goes bright red and sputters, “where did you learn about that?”
“Young and Restless,” Harris reports nonchalantly.
Eddie rubs his eyes, pressing his thumb and forefinger to his lids until his vision blurs. “Remind me to tell Wayne to stop letting him watch the soaps,” he grumbles to you, turning back to his son. “Yeah, no tongue-kissing.”
You easily lace your fingers with Eddie’s as you walk through the front doors of the Goodwill. Harris starts making a beeline for the toys, but Eddie uses his free hand to pivot him in the direction of the furniture department. Harris huffs but complies, trudging alongside you.
There’s a bright blue nightstand on display that immediately catches his eye. “Look!” he points, smiling so wide that all of his baby teeth are on display, “can I get it? Please?”
Eddie smiles warily, flipping over the white tag hanging from one silver drawer handle. He breathes a small sigh of relief when he sees the price is within the range of what he’d like to spend; rather, what he’d be comfortable asking you to spend.
“Looks like we’ve got a winner,” he says, posture straightening with the announcement. He runs his fingertips over the surface, checking for any chipping paint or splintering wood, but the finish appears to be intact. “I’ll go tell someone to set it aside for us.”
He sets off in search of an employee, leaving you alone with Harris. You swallow the nervousness building in your throat. You spend nearly every day taking care of children, but you’re suddenly inundated with the memory of losing him at the flea market. Those few minutes when you couldn’t locate him were some of the scariest of your life.
And yet, it hadn’t prevented Eddie from giving you another chance.
“Are you excited to move in with me, Har?” you ask, reaching out to ruffle his curls.
He nods, then looks straight up at you so that you’re staring at his nostrils. “Ms. Sweetheart?” The position of his neck changes his voice’s pitch so it’s froggy. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Can you marry my daddy?” His eyes shine with potential. “And then you can be my mommy for real?”
You crouch down to his height, heart melting at his request. “Harris, I love your daddy very, very much. And I love you very, very much, too.” You poke his nose gently, and he giggles. “Being married is a big responsibility—”
“‘Sponsibility?”
“Mhm. Responsibility. It means a really important job.” You slide your heart pendant across the chain on your neck anxiously. “And your daddy and I want to make sure that we’re ready for that kind of responsibility before we do anything, okay?”
Harris nods, but you can tell from his crinkled nose and furrowed brows that he doesn’t fully understand. You can’t blame him; it’s an abstract concept, one that even you often have trouble comprehending. “But I can tell you one thing: whenever your daddy wants to propose, I’ll say ‘yes.’” You smile at the thought of Eddie asking you to be his wife.
“Is that where he gets down on one knee and asks ‘Will you marry me?’” You’re about to respond when he adds, “and then someone runs in and yells about being their long-lost ‘dentical twin?”
Yeah, no more soap operas for Harris.
Finding a dresser proves to be a much more difficult task than picking out the nightstand. Everything that Harris likes is out of budget, and everything within budget is too worn down or small. There’s one that’s in good condition and isn’t too pricey, but it’s covered in hand-painted unicorns.
“That’s for girls!” Harris groans, stomping his feet. The last word is stretched in a whine. “I can’t have girl stuff!”
“We can paint over it. Whatever color you want,” you quickly jump in, trying to avoid a meltdown, but your efforts are fruitless. Fat tears stream down his cheeks; he’s already determined that the dresser is tainted.
“No! No, no, no!” he howls, throwing himself on the floor. He smacks down on his tailbone, fanning his tantrum’s flames. He quiets for a moment, too shocked to cry, but then he’s screaming louder than before.
It’s as though he’s lost control of his body, arms and legs knocking into the lower shelves without care. You can’t block him in time before he knocks over a lamp—a Nickelodeon-themed one that would have been perfect in his new room, ironically—and it shatters on the ground. Ceramic splinters, scattering across the linoleum like roaches in the light.
People start to stare, some with sympathetic looks, and some glare angrily at the child daring to interrupt their shopping. Eddie’s face blazes, vision swimming as he wracks his brain for a solution.
You’re faster, slapping a few bills into Eddie’s palm and jolting him from his thoughts. He watches you scoop Harris off of the floor, trying to avoid his flailing limbs.
“Go get the nightstand and pay for the lamp,” you tell him, straightforward and precise. “I’ll get him to the car and calm him down. Keys?”
Eddie blinks, the information swirling around him but not quite penetrating the surface. It’s when you hoist Harris onto one hip and balance his weight in one hand, using the other to make a ‘gimme’ motion that it registers.
“Y-Yeah, sorry.” Eddie fumbles for the car keys and tosses them to you, the two of you working in tandem. A well-oiled machine. You nod gratefully, wincing as Harris’s foot makes contact with your thigh. “I’ll be right out.”
You’re able to bring him to the car, struggling to unlock it and hold on to Harris. After a few failed attempts, you manage to open the passenger door and sit him on the seat.
“Harris, hey, Harris?” you start, keeping your voice soft and even while trying to pull his attention. His sobs are slowing down but he’s definitely breathing too rapidly for your comfort. “Hey, bud. You’re okay, all right?” You extend your hand and he tentatively places his own palm on top of it. “You wanna give my hand a squeeze?”
He does it, the motion grounding him enough that he can focus on your body in front of him. You don’t want to touch him, knowing that his senses are already overstimulated from the tantrum. Instead, you relax as his squeezing grows stronger and his breaths gradually even out.
“There ya go, Har. Just like that.” You smile warmly. “That was a really big feeling, huh?”
“Uh-huh.” His voice shakes and hiccups. He swipes at the tears on his cheeks, smudging them into his skin.
You reach into the center console and grab a tissue, wiping the mucus from his nose and lips. “Good as new.” With no trashcan nearby, you shove the used Kleenex into your pants pocket. “Can you tell me what made you so mad in there?”
“D-Don’t want girl…girl st-stuff,” he stutters through ragged breaths.
There’s a time and place to discuss the optics of categorizing interests into ‘boy’ and ‘girl,’ but you know better than to have that conversation now. “Oof, that’s why you were angry! That’s a lot to handle.” You gingerly tuck a curl behind his ear. “But, Harris, did you see what happened when you started hitting and kicking?” He shakes his head. “Well, you knocked over a lamp and it broke. You could have gotten hurt, or someone else could have gotten hurt.”
Harris’s face falls as you speak, absorbing what you’re explaining. “I-I didn’t mean to,” he sniffles. “‘M sorry.”
“I know you didn’t mean to,” you sigh, “sometimes, when we have big feelings like getting angry, we do things we shouldn’t without even realizing.” You pause for a moment, biting your lip as you consider your words. “Do you want to hear what helps me when I have really big feelings and I can’t scream and cry?”
“Mhm.” He nods again, little tongue peeking out to swipe up the tears above his mouth.
“I take a deep breath and close my eyes,” you start, demonstrating both actions. Inhale for three, exhale for three, and repeat. “And then I picture myself being in my favorite place in the world.” You smile at him, blinking back the sadness that comes with memories of holidays at Grandma’s. “Wanna try it together?”
Harris responds by closing his eyes and breathing in slowly. “Good job, Har,” you softly praise him. “Now breathe out; make sure you’re thinking of your favorite place, okay?”
“Thinkin’ about the zoo,” he whispers, voice raspy from shrieking for so long. “Daddy taked me there and we saw so much animals.”
“Zoos are a lot of fun,” you agree with a laugh. “I’ve never been to the one in Hawkins. Maybe we can go over the summer?”
“Yeah! I wanna show you the flamingos!” His grin stretches across his cheeks “Do you like flamingos?”
Like most people, you don’t have a strong opinion on flamingos, but you respond with an enthusiastic, “I love them!”
“Love who?” Eddie’s voice breaks into the conversation. He’s rolling out the nightstand in a cart, keeping one hand on top of it to hold it steady. “Me?”
You laugh, opening up the back door so he can wedge the furniture next to Harris’s booster seat. “Yes, Eddie. I love you very much, don’t worry,” you tease, seizing the opportunity to inconspicuously check him out. His biceps flex as he maneuvers the nightstand, and you have to tear your gaze from his denim-clad ass when he stands up and triumphantly wipes his hands on his pants.
“C’mere.” He pulls you in, pursing his lips in an exaggerated pout and planting a smacking kiss on you.
While you giggle, Harris is not as amused. He claps his hands over his eyes and groans.
“No tongue-kissing!”
You’re wrapping up storytime, your students fidgeting with their shoelaces—some fidgeting with their friend’s shoelaces—eager to move onto the corresponding art activity Will has planned.
“Okay, we’re going to use our walking—” Your announcement is cut short by Principal Sinclair’s voice coming over the loudspeaker. Her tone is typically warm and excited, but the way she speaks so sternly sends chills through your entire body.
“This is a lock-in. All staff and students must remain in their classrooms until notified. I repeat, all staff and students must remain in their classrooms until notified.”
You breathe out, though you’re still concerned about the cause of the lock-in. It’s usually some kind of medical issue that requires emergency services to have unblocked access through the halls. You hope that whatever it is isn’t life-threatening.
Will locks the door wordlessly, and you repeat your directions to the class. The kids walk to their seats, asking non-stop about what a lock-in means.
“We just have to stay in the classroom,” you find yourself repeating, losing patience with each iteration. You’re thankful for small miracles; your class has already gone out for recess, which means you don’t have to break that news to them.
Will is helping the kids glue multicolored strands of crepe paper in the shape of a rainbow, complete with cotton ball clouds. You’re unclogging a bottle of Elmer’s when the classroom phone rings, startling you. You place the glue bottle on the table, promising Joshua that you’ll be right back, and answer it.
“Hello?”
“We need you to come to the office immediately,” the secretary’s clipped voice informs you. “Bring your personal items. We’ll send someone to assist Will.”
Stupidly, you nod before remembering she can’t see you. “Y-Yes, of course. I’ll be right there.” You hang up, tell Will the plan, and bolt out the door.
What the hell is going on? Why are they having me break the lock-in to go to the office? You hike your purse higher up your shoulder, trying to ignore the dread pooling in your stomach and creeping up your throat.
Something is wrong. Something is really, really wrong.
Your feet can’t carry you fast enough. You nearly stop breathing when you see Eddie pacing in the lobby, Marion and Paula standing off to the side and speaking with Chief Hopper. The two teachers wear matching worried expressions.
As soon as Eddie spots you, he’s charging over. “Oh, thank God,” he murmurs, throwing his arms around you and hugging you tight. You can feel the tears falling from his eyes, wetting the crook of your neck. His hands squeeze against your back and your shoulder blades as his body is wracked with sobs.
You weave your fingers through his hair, holding him as close as you can. You’re desperate to know what’s going on, but you doubt he could explain if he tried. Instead, you continue comforting him while Principal Sinclair walks over.
Her strides are long and purposeful, and she meets your own terrified gaze with her own. “Harris went missing during recess,” she says quietly, “and Mr. Munson let us know that you might be an asset in locating him.”
Harris went missing. Bile inches up your esophagus and you swallow it, wincing at its burn. “Why would he—” You stop mid-sentence; his motive is not important right now. All of your focus needs to be on finding him.
Chief Hopper approaches you and Eddie, tapping your boyfriend on the shoulder with two fingers. Eddie looks up, wipes his face with the heel of his palm, and clears his throat, but a fresh batch of tears threatens to spill over anyway.
“We’ve just collected statements from his teachers,” Hopper reports, looking down at his notepad. “They said that nothing seemed out of the ordinary, that Harris was just playing with his friends one moment and then gone the next.”
“No,” Eddie shakes his head. “No, something had to have happened.” Harris had wandered off plenty of times, like at the flea market. The difference was that he was easily found. “If you haven’t found him, then he’s either hiding, or someone…” The thought is too painful to finish.
Hopper looks over at the principal. “You’re certain that the playground is secure?” He asks her, not accusing, but waiting for confirmation.
“Yes, absolutely secure,” she affirms, nodding her head. “The gate can only be opened from the inside, so no one can access it off of the street.”
You know this, of course, but it doesn't bring you closer to finding Harris.
“We’ve taped off the playground,” Hopper continues, “and we’ve got a search squad going now. Considering that Harris has been diagnosed with a disability, we’re beginning this investigation right away.”
“Mr. Munson,” a second officer chimes in, “is there anyone who would be inclined to take your son? Perhaps a non-custodial parent or an estranged relative?”
Eddie’s blood runs cold. “His mom, um, isn’t in the picture. Never has been.”
Hopper cocks one brow. “Never?” he asks disbelievingly. “How soon after he was born did she relinquish her rights?”
“She, um,” Eddie swallows, rubbing his nose in embarrassment, “she never did. Never relinquished her rights, I mean. She just kinda split.”
“So there was no formal agreement that she could no longer be involved in Harris’s life?”
“N-No,” he stammers, shame seeping from every pore. He’d always meant to start the legal proceedings, but that takes time and money…and maybe a small part of him had always hoped she’d come around and do the right thing.
He looks over at you now, the way you’ve stepped into a mothering role like a puzzle piece. Like any parent, you’d made some mistakes, but you’re also the most compassionate person Eddie has ever known.
He thinks of the times he’d tried to make his ex get clean, to want to get clean, and to be there for Harris. The weight of disappointment caused his chest to ache every time she’d mumble, “I’m gonna, but not right now” or “I don’t need help.”
Perhaps it’s unfair to compare the two of you; after all, you hadn’t struggled with addiction. But Eddie can’t help himself. You’d loved Harris before you’d even loved him, he realizes. And he’d never had to ask you to.
“Do you have any contact information for her?” Hopper taps his pen against his notepad. “Nine out of ten times in these situations, the child is with someone they know.”
What about the ‘one’ time? What happens then? Heat pulses in Eddie’s cheeks, sweat beading on his forehead. He doesn’t need Hopper to answer the question; he already knows what that means.
“It’s from five years ago, so I don’t know if it’s still accurate.” He stumbles over his words, thinking about the last time he’d called her; it was the invitation to Harris’s birthday. “I don’t know it by heart, but I have it in my address book at home.”
Hopper gives a brusque nod to his colleague and to your boss. “We’ll give you a lift. And, uh, it’ll be good to set up your place as a home base.”
“Yeah, yeah, right,” Eddie mumbles, simply going through the motions without processing them. He’s on autopilot, a robotic version of himself. If he was able to fully absorb his surroundings, he would note the irony of him sitting in the back of the cop car because they’re helping him instead of escorting him to the county jail.
You don’t let go of his hand the entire ride there, your thumb rubbing the soft hairs on his knuckles. “We’re gonna find him,” you whisper reassuringly, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.
But Eddie is too embroiled in his own thoughts, imagining every possible tragedy that could have befallen his son. As soon as Hopper pulls up to the apartment complex, Eddie is flying up the stairs, two at a time, unlocking the door as fast as he can. You run in behind him, watching as he flings loose papers and pens from a kitchen drawer. He’s kicked over the boxes he’s already packed; clothes and some of Harris’s toys are scattered across the floor like a poorly-designed booby-trap.
He holds up the tattered black book, flipping through it until he lands on the right page. “Here. Right here.” He frantically points to an entry at the top, fingertip jabbing into it over and over.
Hopper takes the book from him, careful not to rip the already weathered materials. He dials the digits and frowns when he’s greeted by the automated we’re sorry, this number is no longer in service, far too chipper for the circumstances. He tries once more in case he dialed incorrectly, but he gets the same message.
“Disconnected,” he says gruffly, hanging the receiver with a clank. “Is there anyone else?”
Eddie can only shake his head somberly. If Wayne got Harris from school early, he would have told him. He wasn’t even sure how much of Harris’s maternal family knew of his existence, let alone his location. If someone took his son, it was more than likely a complete stranger.
Hopper’s walkie crackles with static; you and Eddie stiffen with anticipation. “Hey, Chief?” comes from the garbled voice on the other end.
“I’m here.”
“We’ve got a kid here at the school who says he spoke with Harris Munson right before he went missing today.”
Eddie stands up, walking closer to Hopper. Part of you expects him to grab the walkie and try talking straight to the other officer, but he doesn’t.
Hopper presses the small black button and speaks. “Copy. Does he know where we might locate him?”
There’s a deafening silence for a few moments; no more than ten seconds pass, but it feels like a lifetime. Finally, there’s some information: “No known location; just says that Harris told him he was having ‘big feelings’ and needed to go to his favorite place.’”
“The zoo,” you murmur aloud, drawing confused looks from both men in the room. “When he got upset on Saturday—at Goodwill—I taught him to do some deep breathing and picture being in his favorite place, and he told me it was the zoo. But I…” you swallow, furrowing your brows, “I told him to picture it, not actually go there.”
“Zoo’s too far for him to walk, and no bus driver is going to let a kid that young ride by himself,” the chief points out.
You nod, biting your lower lip. “He might not be at the zoo, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t trying to get there.”
Hopper thanks the other officer and turns to you and Eddie. My guys are deploying the search party as we speak.” He takes a deep breath and makes direct eye contact with you and Eddie. “We’ll do everything we can to bring your son back safely.”
Eddie buries his head in his hands, collapsing back against the living room wall and sliding down to the floor.
You look over at the police chief. “Can we help? Join the search…or something?” Anything besides sitting around and waiting for answers.
“Absolutely. We’ll keep an officer stationed here in case Harris comes home.”
You nudge your foot against Eddie’s. “C’mon, babe.” You try to keep strength behind your words, to be what Eddie needs right now, but it gets harder with each passing second. “We’re gonna go look for him.” He looks up and notices that you’ve extended your hand, and he takes it, pulling himself up.
He doesn’t say a word, but he follows you and Hopper out the door. He’s gnawing on his lips so violently that some skin peels off between his teeth; flecks of blood dotting his usually perfect mouth.
“We’ve got some time before sunset, so that’s on our side,” Hopper says as he drives back the way he came. “We’ll start in the woods near the school, and we’ll move from there.” He peers back at the two of you through the rearview mirror with a determined gaze.
“My uncle,” Eddie says suddenly, no certain expression on his face. He’s practically catatonic when he talks. “I want Wayne to wait at the apartment. I need to tell him…” If Harris does return home first and sees police officers surrounding the place, he might get scared and run off again.
Hopper scratches at his beard. “We’ll let him know, all right? Don’t worry about that.” He radios the instructions to a colleague, who confirms them and signs off, before pulling into a grassy area and killing the engine. “Let’s go. If Harris is going to come out for anyone, it’ll be you two.” He slams his door and then helps you and Eddie out of the backseat.
Before you can even begin, you hear a group of people shouting Eddie’s name. You look over to see Jeff, Jess, and Robin waving and walking towards you.
“We came as soon as we heard,” Robin says, giving you and Eddie a hug. “We’re gonna help you, and we’re not leaving until we find him.”
Jeff offers a tight smile, one hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “We’re here for you man,” he promises, sincerity in its purest form. “Viv is gonna stop by later and I’ll take care of Ettie.”
It’s a kind gesture, but Eddie’s stomach sours at the thought of still searching later. He needs to know that his son is safe now.
Harris’s name is echoed over and over, bouncing off of trees and shaking the leaves as you and your friends call out for him.
“Harris!” you cry out, throat raw from your constant shouting. “Harris, it’s Ms. Sweetheart!”
“Harris!” Eddie’s voice is even louder than yours; the power behind it is palpable. “Harris, it’s Daddy! Please come out! You’re not in trouble!” he adds, cognizant of the little boy’s fear of making people mad.
Every squirrel that darts across the forest floor has you whipping your head around, heart leaping at the prospect of Harris emerging from where he’s hiding.
He has to be hiding; your mind won’t let you imagine what could happen if the wrong person saw him walking by himself, determined to get to the zoo…
“Harris, Aunt Robin and I will buy you any toy you want!” Jess yells. “And all the ice cream you can eat!”
The five of you take turns making promises to nobody; they’re secrets shared with the wind. Each unanswered call leaves you feeling more defeated, especially with the sun hanging lower in the sky. It will be dark soon, leaving Harris even more vulnerable than he already is.
Will joins the group a few moments later, bringing granola bars, water, and flashlights. You can only stomach about a quarter of your snack, having completely lost your appetite. Eddie doesn’t even bother to eat, fueled by adrenaline rather than food.
“Principal Sinclair is also looking,” Will tells you and Eddie. “She’s with Lucas and Erica over at Merrill Wright’s farm. It’s closer than the zoo, but he’s got some animals, so they wanted to check there.” He pauses, casting his eyes down for a second before looking at Eddie. “Everyone’s helping out with this. They all want to find Harris.”
Tears well up along Eddie’s lash line; he blinks them away to keep his vision clear. “Thanks, man.” He coughs to clear his throat, emotions forcing their way through. “That means a lot.” For a moment, he sees Will as he was when they first met: an overwhelmed little freshman, unsure of his place in high school, let alone in the world.
What if Harris never gets the chance to find himself? What if he doesn’t get to grow up and learn new things, make his own mistakes, figure out who he is?
You put an arm around Eddie, unknowingly pulling him from his intrusive thoughts. “Can you try to drink some water? Please?” You know better than to nag him about eating right now, but the last thing he needs is to get dehydrated.
He cracks open the bottle and takes a few sips, not realizing how thirsty he was until the liquid covers his tongue. He downs it all without taking a breath, the plastic crinkling as he siphons out every last drop of water.
“Take mine,” you tell him, offering it with the best smile you can possibly muster, but he shakes his head.
“You need it, too.” He’s not wrong, but you have no issue letting him drink from your bottle if he’s still thirsty.
You take a sip and pass it to him. “We’ll share.”
Another hour passes, the pink and orange hues becoming deeper purples and reds as the sky darkens with night. Some people start to call it quits, returning home to their own children, breathing secret sighs of relief that they have children to return home to. Your group remains intact; no one is even considering leaving until they physically cannot move any longer.
With just overworked flashlight bulbs illuminating your path, you continue trudging through the woods. Hopper’s shift was over hours ago, but he’s steadfast in his pursuit to find Harris.
Eddie’s exhausted physically and emotionally, feeling like every part of him has been drained and can never be replenished. His son is missing; he might have been kidnapped, and he doesn’t know if or when he’ll see him again. All he wants is to hold him again, to hear his little laugh as he tells a cheesy joke he learned at school, to watch him sound out new words or draw a picture or just fall asleep in his own bed.
Hopper’s walkie crackles; he clutches it tight and holds it so he can hear it clearly.
“Chief, we may have a sighting.”
A light flickers behind Eddie’s eyes; he doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but he can’t help himself. He listens intently as the other officer relays the information.
“Doris Driscoll just went outside to let her cats in for the night, and when they didn’t go inside, she went looking. Found them behind a bush, eating crackers out of a little boy’s hands. He told her his name is Harris. Matches the descriptions the father provided.”
Eddie grabs your hand, gripping it with whatever strength he has left. You feel a surge course through your veins as Hopper motions for you to follow him to his car. He turns on his siren and guns it down the road, swerving in and out of traffic to get to the old woman’s house as fast as he can.
Please, please let him be here, you silently pray, subconsciously screwing your eyes shut and holding your breath. The only thing worse than not knowing where he is might just be a false alarm that he’s been found.
Hopper slams on the brakes behind an ambulance parked in front of the Driscoll residence, their open doors allowing the fluorescent lights to stream through. Eddie watches, wide-eyed, as an EMT wheels a stretcher over to it.
A stretcher carrying Harris.
“Harris!” Eddie cries in simultaneous relief, exuberance, and fear. He instinctively reaches for a door handle, quickly remembering that he’s in a cop car and had to wait for Hopper to let him out from the outside.
You’re already crying; everything you’d been holding back to maintain a solid resolve for Eddie is crumbling as soon as you’d seen his son. You scramble out of the car, right behind him, and run to where the emergency technicians are treating Harris.
He’s awake and alert, and he spots the two of you right away. “Daddy! Ms. Sweetheart!” He tries sitting up, but a technician gently guides him to lay down again. “No, that’s my daddy and my almost-mommy!” he protests. “I gotta see them!”
You and Eddie reach him at the same time. He’s covered in dirt; it’s smudge along his cheeks, his arms, and his legs. He’s even managed to get some on the tip of his nose. Some blood is smeared on his right knee where he’s seemed to have scraped it, and the EMTs spray some antiseptic on it and apply a bandage before he can even feel the sting.
“Oh, thank God.” The words rush out of Eddie’s mouth, and he puts his palms on his son’s cheeks and presses kisses all over his face. “You’re okay, you’re okay…” He turns to the technicians, worry pinching his brows together. “He’s okay, right? There’s nothing wrong?” He pushes some of Harris’s damp curls from his forehead. There aren’t any visible bumps or bruises on his face, which eases a bit of his nerves.
One technician nods. “Right now, it seems like he’s just got some minor lacerations, but we’ll run the gamut of tests to rule out more severe injuries.” She looks over at the police chief, who stands a few yards behind you. “We’ll take it from here.”
Hopper gives a small, sad smile; it’s then that you remember that his own child had passed away nearly twenty years ago. She was only a little older than Harris is now.
Eddie follows your gaze with red-rimmed eyes, the realization setting in for him, too. “Thanks, Chief,” he says, just loud enough so Hopper can hear him. Hopper nods, placing his hat atop his head before walking away.
The EMTs check for any broken or sprained bones, shine lights into Harris’s pupils, and ask him a few simple questions to assess for a concussion. “We’ll have to take him to the hospital, just to be sure,” they say to you and Eddie, “but barring any extenuating circumstances, you should be able to bring him back home tonight.”
“Okay, yeah, okay,” Eddie breathes, crouching down a bit so he’s eye-level with his son. “Har, can you tell us why you ran away from school? You’re not in trouble; I promise.”
Harris looks down at the blanket draped across his lap. “I had really big feelings, and I tried thinking about the zoo like you told me,” he glances at you, “but then the feelings didn’t go away, so I decided to go there.”
You take his small hand in yours. “What were the big feelings?” you ask gently, free of judgment and filled with concern.
He thinks for a second, then states matter-of-factly, “Mad and sad.”
“Mad and sad?”
“Mhm,” he mumbles, wiping at his nose with his free hand. “‘Cause of Ms. Marion and Ms. Paula.”
You freeze, trying to regain your composure before Harris can pick up on your uncertainty. “What happened with your teachers, Har?”
“They were saying mean things about you and Daddy, and it made me mad and sad.”
At the sound of his title, Eddie speaks up. “Mean things about us?”
“Yeah, like, that Ms. Sweetheart is probably teaching you how to read, too,” Harris explains, “and I said that they’re lying, that you’re really smart and read to me all the time. And that Ms. Sweetheart isn’t your teacher; she’s my almost-mommy.”
Eddie clenches his fists, veins prominent as his body goes stiff. His anger isn’t at the insult, but at the way they could speak so brazenly about a child’s family, disregarding the hurt it causes. He doesn’t care what those women think of him, but he’s furious that they upset Harris.
“They keeped laughing and telled me to go play,” Harris continues, getting choked up at the memory. “I tried to do my breathing and my favorite place remembering with Charlie, but it didn’t work. And I got lost going to the zoo–the real zoo, not the one in my imagination–so I hided with the cats until the nice lady found me.”
You and Eddie share heartbroken looks, pushing aside your respective emotions as you tend to the little boy laying in front of you. “Get some rest, Har Bear,” you murmur, kissing the top of his head. “You had a long day.”
He falls asleep after a few minutes, constantly checking to make sure that the two of you are still by his side. As soon as his breathing steadies and his eyes remain closed, Eddie turns to you, exhausted and running on fumes. Wet brown doe eyes pleadingly gaze at you, lids heavy with sleep. You wrap your arms around him, unable to get close enough. He moves slowly, every action a delayed reaction, but he gradually embraces you, too.
“Stay. Please.” The words are muffled by the way his mouth is mashed into your scalp, but you hear them perfectly fine. “And if we get to go home tonight, come back with us. I need you both close to me.”
“Of course.” Your own lips press against his perspiration-soaked shirt collar. “I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” You pull back ever-so-slightly, brushing tears from his cheeks. “He’s safe. He’s safe, and he’s here, and we get to keep spoiling and loving him.”
Eddie absorbs this as best as he can, mind still spinning as the adrenaline crash hits. There’s so much he wants to say, but for right now, he just carves out space in his body for yours. Your light whisper keeps him grounded, pulling hi away from the spiraling that usually overtakes him in times of crisis.
“I’ve got you.”
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Teddy Bear 🧸
pairing: chris redfield x fem!reader
summary: you cuddle with your boyfriend to stay warm during the night, but being so close to you gets him worked up even in his sleep
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, somnophilia, daddy kink, cockwarming
word count: 2.1k
a/n: i’m cold and tired and this is the result 😔 comments and reblogs are much appreciated <3
tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus
You’re fast asleep in the cold darkness of your bedroom. The light of the street lamp outside leaks in through your window, streaming over your bed. You have the plush gray comforter draped over your body and your pale pink throw blanket tangled around your legs.
Though, the main source keeping you warm tonight is your space heater of a boyfriend lying next to you. Chris always ran hot in his sleep. His bicep was currently radiating heat through your head from its position beneath your cheek. He was on his back right now, mostly uncovered since you had the blankets.
You’re sleeping peacefully, soft breaths coming out in little puffs from between your lips. You stir when you feel the mattress shift as your boyfriend rolls over. Suddenly, you’re engulfed by his muscular form. His chest presses against your back, and his arm that’s not acting as your pillow wraps around your waist and snakes under your shirt.
You mumble some sleep-addled nonsense as he pulls you even closer and nuzzles his face in your hair. Your sleepy eyes crack open. With some slow blinks, you’re awake just enough to walk the line between consciousness and sleep. His relaxing warmth kept you trapped in that hazy state, unable to wake up fully.
He holds you like you’re his own little teddy bear. You squirm slightly, trying to adjust yourself as best you can, but it was difficult when his body kept you locked in that comfy position. A sleepy whine leaves your mouth as Chris nestles you deeper against his body. He grumbles softly at the noise but doesn’t wake.
Your presence was seeping into his unconscious mind. The faint sound of your whimpering combined with the pressure of your half-assed wriggling began to infiltrate his innocent dreams and transform them into something more explicit. Suddenly, you were all he could smell, all he could feel, and he wanted more. A craving for you began blooming the pit of his belly as the soft flesh of your ass brushed against his length.
By this point, you had basically acclimated to the snug position and begun falling asleep again. You were out of it enough to the point that you didn’t feel his cock start to grow stiff against your ass.
You had gone still, but it was his turn to move now. His hips gently rut against you in his sleep. He leans against your smaller form to get some more pressure on his dick. He mumbles something against your ear, his hot breath fanning over the side of your head.
“Baby, baby, baby…” he murmurs into your hair.
He continues rolling himself against you, getting harder with each small motion. He breathes deeper as his arousal continues to blossom, inhaling your scent as much as he can. It just makes his dreams more realistic. Makes him feel like he’s really got you folded in half beneath him while balls deep in your pussy.
His rocking movements aren’t enough to rouse you. What does wake you is when he starts messing with your blankets. He was still sleeping, only pushing them away out of a subconscious desire to have more of you. Haphazardly, he shoves the coverings down your legs and leaves your hips exposed to the cold air. He groans deeply once more of you is available to him. He could feel the warmth of your ass against the outline of his cock.
All you had worn to bed was a skimpy pair of panties and one of his shirts. It didn’t give you much insulation or coverage, so the cold air surrounding you was enough to draw you out of sleep and back into that dreamy middle ground.
“Chris…” you whine and squirm. You pointlessly tug on the covers to try and get them back, but they’re all tangled up between your legs.
While your noises come from a place of discomfort, they don’t register that way in your boyfriend’s unconscious mind. Almost as if you’re triggering some sort of prey drive, the delicate whimpering and fidgeting only boosts the primal urge within him.
“Good girl… daddy’s got you,” he mumbles.
Even in your dreamy state, that phrase ignites your desire for him. And to make matters worse, or maybe better in your case, his hand snakes under the faded gray fabric of your shirt and finds its place on one of your tits. At first he gently kneads it, but after only a few squeezes, his hot palm settles on your breast. It was almost like he did it for comfort, just something soft to hold while he pleasured himself with the mere feeling of your curves.
You shift your thighs together, searching for some friction. The increased movement has Chris shifting further on top of you and pushing you into the mattress.
His face rests in the crook of your neck, and you can sense he’s starting to wake up, the sensations growing too intense for him to stay completely unaware. His breaths become more shallow and less rhythmic. His grip on your tit tightens. You really couldn’t move him off now, his larger frame boxing you in.
“Chris,” you whimper again.
“Hm?” you hear his sleepy hum. His hips don’t stop moving.
“You’re crushing me,” you whine.
“‘M sorry, baby bear,” he mutters.
Despite his apology, he makes no move to get off you. It’s ok though. It doesn’t bother you as much as it would have because he called you that. One of your favorite things to hear. Those two words, baby bear. Always just made you feel so docile and content.
“Feel so fucking good,” he grumbles.
He keeps humping your ass. A small wet patch had formed on the front of his boxers from the precum leaking out of the swollen head of his cock. His fingers weakly massage your breast and lightly pinch and pull at your nipple.
“I wanna feel you too,” you say as slick begins collecting between your thighs.
He moans quietly and kisses your neck a bit. “Have I been neglecting my sweet girl? My baby needs some relief too, doesn’t she?” he tiredly coos.
“Mhm,” you whimper.
“Don’t worry, honey. Daddy’s gonna make it better,” he grunts.
He’s reluctant to stop the constant stream of pleasure he gets from rutting against you, but he forces himself to pull away just so he can shove his boxers down. He pumps his cock a few times before tugging your underwear aside and slotting himself between your folds.
He doesn’t push inside of you yet. He just rocks back and forth, enjoying how your arousal coats his shaft. It feels like he’s holding you tighter as he does this, but that could be due to the condition you’re in, drowsy with lust.
Both of you have your eyes closed, softly panting and moaning as you just feel the other. The tip of his cock slides over your clit multiple times, and each time his tummy flutters at the little whine you release.
“You’re so wet, baby. Did I wake you up or do you dream about me too?” he asks. He wasn’t too sleepy to tease. That was for sure.
“You woke me up,” you whine. You, on the other hand, were too tired to come up with any kind of witty response.
“Oh, ‘m sorry, baby. Not my fault though. Can’t help popping a boner cause you’re so fucking perfect. My dick knows it even when I’m passed out,” he says.
“Put inside, ‘m tired,” you whimper, not in the mood to tease while you were so sleepy.
“I know you are, baby bear. You’re being such a good girl for me. Letting daddy use you even when you’re so tired,” he mutters and plants some kisses on your face.
After what seems like an eternity, he finally angles himself to enter your warm hole. His hips move forward. He’s buried inside you before you can even comprehend the tip stretching you out. Your fingers clutch your pillow as you whine. Your legs squirm around a bit, but Chris makes sure you’re positioned how he wants.
“Good baby. I know you love that tight fit,” he whispers, “Are you feeling good? Getting what you need too?”
You nod mindlessly, simply happy to be full.
“Daddy…” you whimper. But this time it’s not a whimper of impatience or command. He hears the shift in cadence. Your little noise comes from a place of pure love. The need for him to hold you close and keep you safe.
“I’m here, baby,” he responds.
He starts rocking his hips, dragging his cock between your slippery walls. He lets out a deep groan and takes in a shaky inhale. Wet noises sound from your lower bodies connecting. His hand not on your breast slides down your body to find your clit and swipe at it through your slick.
“You’re so fucking wet. You love me using you like a toy. Humping you like you’re a little doll,” he murmurs.
“Mhm,” you whine. Your hips jerk as the rough pad of his middle finger swirls on your sensitive bundle of nerves, “Like when daddy’s needy.”
That makes him laugh a little.
“Yeah? Needy just like you, hm?” he teases.
You nod with a sweet smile on your face. He continues thrusting, motions becoming languid as he continues on. You’re both breathy and whimpering at different points, clinging to each other. You weren’t cold at all anymore despite the lack of blankets. Everything felt soft and warm now, comfortable and hazy.
It just felt so nice. You were pretty sure you would’ve fallen asleep again if not for Chris’s finger playing with your clit. The sparks of euphoria become more frequent and make you twitch and writhe in his grasp. You felt your peak approaching and he did too. He pushes down a little harder, in turn, causing your cunt to flutter around his cock as it slides in and out.
“Know you’re gonna sleep good after this, precious,” he murmurs as he tries to stroke even deeper, “You’re always knocked out after I fuck you good.”
“You’re gonna pass out too, probably gonna crush me again,” you whine.
“Of course, I will. Gotta keep my baby bear close. Make sure you stay warm,” he says.
His breathing gets ragged, and now he’s definitely holding you tighter. You know he’s definitely reaching the finish line as his finger spasm on your clit. The sharp movement nearly makes you cum, but you hang on for a little longer.
“Gonna fill you up, baby. Get you nice and full so you can rest like you deserve,” he whispers.
His hips slap against your ass harder as he barrels towards his release. He’s grunting into your neck, holding you tight as your body bounces from the constant movements. He’s panting and you’re whining when, finally, his limbs lock around you and a long moan comes from his throat.
He starts spilling his cum inside you, making good on his word. He’s stuffing you full. His hips keep thrusting, ensuring it gets deep, completely flooding you. You shudder at the feeling and melt in front of him. As he starts to come down, he works his fingers faster, getting you to your own high. Just as he’s settling down, you reach the high. You jerk and twitch, eyes rolling back and hips bucking forward. He whines from the overstimulation of you contracting around his spent cock, but he pleasures you through it till you’re definitely finished.
The two of you lie there, both unwilling to disconnect from each other. You’re sinking into the mattress, already slipping back into the sweet depths of sleep. His hand falls from your breast and rises from your cunt to meet in the middle and hold you close by your waist. Lazy kisses land on your neck.
“Sorry I woke you up, sweetheart,” he whispers.
“You don’t gotta be sorry,” you say.
“Guess not,” he chuckles and pecks you a few more times.
He stays inside you, keeping you wrapped around his now soft cock. It was comforting, soothing in a weird way. Gave you that sense of security you were always craving. You don’t want him to pull out. As if he can read your mind, he whispers in your ear.
“Get some sleep, baby. I’m staying right here. Gonna keep you full while you sleep, make sure this pretty pussy knows who she belongs to.”
You nod and nestle yourself into your pillows to drift off.
“I’ll keep you warm. You won’t even need to hoard all of the blankets now,” he teases before shutting his eyes and starting to drift off himself.
#chris redfield x reader#chris redfield x y/n#chris redfield x you#chris redfield imagine#chris redfield smut#resident evil x reader#resident evil smut#resident evil imagines#resident evil x you
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i need possessive dad!jeno immediately
mdni. nsfw 18+
pairing: husband!lee jeno x pregnant!reader
warnings: marriage au, pregnancy sex, jen loves his pregnant wife, you call him daddy and he calls you mama
(can be read standalone or as a continuation of this)
the way jeno is so obsessed with his sweet, perfect little wifey, no wonder you got pregnant so early in your marriage!
he was already so so sweet to you, spoiling you rotten with love, affection, and lavish gifts. always coddling you and making sure you’re well taken care of. you’re his woman after all, that’s what a good husband is for. and now that you’re with child, he does everything in his power to make sure you and your little one live happily and comfortably.
in the early days of your pregnancy, even before your belly starts showing, he makes sure you have everything you could possibly want. you are craving pizza from the joint 30 minutes across town? he already put on his coat and grabbed his keys. you want to stay in bed and cuddle all day? he calls into work sick. he loves to rub your soft belly, even if you aren’t even showing any visible signs of the baby growing in your belly yet.
he goes even crazier for you when your belly started to swell and get heavy, your breasts plumping and your skin glowing. he has his hands on you at all times, never leaving your side. he comes up from behind to rub your growing belly with one hand and massage your tender breasts with the other. and when he cuddles you, snug to his chest, with his arms wrapped around your waist, he relishes at the fact his arms don’t fit around your growing belly like they used to.
and with your sweet baby growing in your belly, your body changes in other ways too. specifically, you grow needier and hornier for your husband now more than ever. jeno has been so sweet and supportive throughout your whole pregnancy, you just love him so much :(
he’s cuddling you on your side, holding you tight against his body, arms wrapped around your 6 months pregnant belly and softly rubbing circles on your bump. you rub your thighs together, feeling a familiar heat spread from your core. you press your ass harder against his bulge and lightly grind yourself on him.
he grins and moves his hands from caressing your belly to grabbing at your hips to anchor you against him. “aw is mama getting needy?”
you turn your head to press a passionate kiss against his lips, which he accepts happily. when you pull away, you pant slightly and a string of saliva connects you to him. “daddy, please,” you whine. you reach down to put your hands down his sweats, grabbing at his hardening cock.
he groans and pulls you into another hot kiss. “fuck, mama you drive me crazy.”
you give his hot cock lazy strokes as he pulls your shorts down and lifts your leg to reveal your glistening cunt. “so wet for me already, huh mama?”
you jut your lower lip out in a slight pout. “always needy for you, daddy.”
he has one hand on your thigh, keeping your leg lifted, and the other resting on your swollen belly. you guide his cock to your dripping hole, rubbing the tip on your entrance before sinking down on the shaft. you both groan at the contact.
he thrusts into you shallowly at first, just barely using the tip to fuck into your cunt. you grow frustrated, wanting—needing more.
“stop treating me like i’m made of glass,” you whine, trying to push your ass back to sink his cock deeper inside you. “fuck me harder, daddy! i can take it!!”
he suddenly slams balls deep inside, causing you to let out a sharp gasp. his tip brushes against your cervix and his veiny shaft rubs against your smooth walls, making you feel so hot and full. he pounds into your achy cunt at an inhuman pace, sending intense waves of pleasure you have never felt before getting pregnant. you’re a moaning, panting, crying mess, your pussy equally as messy from creaming and dripping arousal around his hot shaft.
“please, daddy!! need more!” you cry.
and who is jeno to deny his precious wife of what she needs when she’s carrying their growing baby?
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husband material
little things they do to make you feel that special wifey treatment ♡ requested by @happyweirdough
went for headcanons on this one!
featuring: satoru, megumi, yuuta, toge, kento, and suguru
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GOJO SATORU
♡ holds your hand everywhere you go, even when it's kinda inconvenient because you're carrying your drink and your bag. if he has to, he'll settle for wrapping an arm around your waist and keeping you snug in his side.
♡ spoils you relentlessly. he's on a mission? he brings back all sorts of souvenirs and his favorite sweets to share with you. you're walking around town and look at something in a shop's window for two seconds? he's dragging you in. oh, and if you need to go shopping for clothes, expect it to take a while, because satoru's going to want to see everything you try on.
♡ definitely calls himself your husband on the regular. you don't figure this out until you meet some of his colleagues, and they ask how you could put up with being married to him. maybe you should be annoyed- but you think it's just so cute that satoru talks about you so much and refers to you as his wife, that you go along with it and don't tell him you know.
♡ after that, you definitely start seeing him in a new light. every time he insists on picking up the check, or paints the nails on your dominant hand for you, or carries your bags even if you only have one or two, you sort of start to think of him as your husband, too.
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
♡ megumi is so husband material and he's not even trying.
♡ all the little things you swoon over, he very much considers the bare minimum. surprising you with your favorite drink and pastry? picking up a copy of the book you'd been raving about ever since you'd read it so he could talk to you about it? letting you snuggle with some of his familiars when you've had a bad day, and even leaving a few rabbits with you to keep you company when he's on an assignment? good morning and goodnight texts even when you stayed with each other? this was all child's play! it was simply him trying to show you in every way he could how much he loved you.
♡ he's definitely the type to give you his jacket as soon as you shiver, even if he'd told you to bring a jacket because it would be cold. he'd never complain.
♡ i also feel like he always helps you with your jewelry, securing your necklaces or bracelets with gentleness and ease. probably places a kiss on the back of your neck or wrist after he does so.
♡ megumi's not huge on pda, but he does want everyone to know you're his. so expect him to stick close to you everywhere you go.
♡ he likes to call you his partner, because boyfriend/girlfriend just doesn't do your relationship justice. it's so much deeper than that.
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OKKOTSU YUUTA
♡ this man is husband material and he knows it. he strives for it.
♡ sore from training or an assignment? he's drawing you a hot bath and massaging your achey muscles.
♡ cuddling on the couch watching a movie? you better be in his lap, but he'll pull you onto him if he has to.
♡ he's memorized your favorite everything. drink, snack, movie, color, book, animal- he's got it all down. he never has to ask for your order from anywhere. he already knows, and he's already ordering it when you say you're craving a certain place.
♡ cooks for you. whenever he can, as much as he can. he bakes, too, but he likes to do that together so he can watch you lick batter off your fingers ;)
♡ never misses an opportunity to remind you how much he loves you. yuuta is definitely prone to monologuing about how perfect you are, and how he wants to be by your side forever. (especially when he's drunk)
♡ if he's drunk, no matter who's around him, he's telling them all about you and how you're his soulmate. you adore it, you think it's the most romantic, most silly thing ever. your friends... they grow a little tired of it after the first five times or so.
♡ they do think it's kinda crazy you guys didn't just get married in high school, because you haven't stopped hanging off each other since you met. that's right, yuuta's been whipped since day one baby.
♡ but a true husband finds just the right moment, just the right atmosphere to pop that question ;)
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INUMAKI TOGE
♡ big sweetheart. even bigger flirt.
♡ he has been flirting with you since you met and even after all this time he still finds ways to make you blush and giggle. compliments you even when you've just woken up and have bedhead. he's learned every hand sign for words of affirmation, even when you can't keep them all straight, you can tell by the way he's looking at you what he's trying to communicate.
♡ loves pda. lives for pda. what can he say? you have a very kissable face, and his hands love your body as much as his eyes do! not to mention, the benefit of your blushing, shy self when you're in public and he's found a moment to pull you in and steal a kiss is just too great.
♡ he's also pretty jealous. and if he could speak freely, he'd happily tell any man to look at you that he'll wring their neck <3 well... maybe he could anyways? cursed speech could be an advantage here...
♡ always trying to impress you. this means pushing himself in training, picking up origami, writing extensive love letters, filling the bed with rose petals... there's nothing he wouldn't do to make you smile.
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NANAMI KENTO
♡ I think kento is the most husband of all these men, because he's not going to a part of any relationship that isn't completely series. this man is ready to settle down.
♡ if you go out together, expect classy dinner dates. but if you stay in, expect a relaxed evening with wine and reading together on the couch.
♡ when he holds your hand, he's always stroking your skin with his thumb. it's a mindless little thing, but it's so sweet and gentle that it makes you melt.
♡ i also think he'd kiss the back of your hand often. in greeting, or when he's complimenting you, or maybe even just cause. so romanticccc
♡ when he asks you to move in with him, he definitely makes it a very serious conversation. he wants you to know this is an important milestone to him that he doesn't want to be taken lightly. he loves his space, and he loves you. he loves you enough to share his space with you, and that's a big deal for kento.
♡ helps you every step of the way with the moving process. he helps you pack, drops off your donations, carries anything that he deemed too heavy for you, and he's happy to integrate your things in what was once his space. he's so happy for it to be shared now.
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GETO SUGURU
♡ for the sake of my sanity and my denial, this suguru is au as hell. he's a good boy and a jujutsu sorcerer with his best friend and you and he's happy, damnit!!!
♡ suguru may be tamer than his white haired counter-part- but he's nothing if he's not charismatic and romantic as hell! he finds a way to spin everything you say into some sort of compliment on your behalf, even if it doesn't make that much sense sometimes.
♡ he absolutely loves to make you bashful, as long as you know that everything he says is the truth and you really are the prettiest thing he's ever seen. he doesn't care who else is around to hear it, all that matters is you are.
♡ because of this, he's no stranger to pda
♡ brings you breakfast in bed every morning you get to share together. you both lead busy lives, so time together was a treat. and you'd soak up every minute of it you could get.
♡ i think he definitely helps you put your heels on on the rare occasion that you wear them. he's happy to get a peek up your skirt as he eases your foot into the strappy sandal. probably places a kiss on your ankle before saying the most sinful, romantic thing you've ever heard.
♡ (on the rare occasion you're wearing such attire, you're always late)
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a/n: i left out choso bc i'm not caught up enough in the manga to really get a feel for his character yet-- but I'm sure he'll make appearances in my work soon enough !!
xoxo ~ jordie
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Sukuna Ryomen Headcanons
Synopsis: SFW and NSFW headcanons. Sukuna Ryomen x fem! reader.
SFW:
wooooo does this man have such an attitude, it's a miracle you've managed to put up with him this long.
He's coldhearted, selfish, immoral, and ungodly sadistic.
Although, he tones it down when you're around, at least he tries.
He cannot figure it out for the life of him why he gets so annoyed when he feels his heart change when you're around.
You make him feel special and loved, but sometimes he questions it.
He hates what you do to him, how you make him feel, but at the same time he loves it.
Def calls you a brat all the time and then pats the top of your head.
Will complain when you want to cuddle on top of him, but he likes the feeling of you on top of him.
When he complains, sometimes you'll try to get up and walk away, but Sukuna has the world's strongest death grip on your waist.
When you're cuddling, his hands definitely wonder.
His hands are almost always on your ass, squeezing it or squeezing the back of your thighs.
He knows he can be a pain in the ass some days so he tries to be nicer, but that never really happens.
Sukuna can be more soft with you tho, especially when he can tell that you're tired or had a rough day.
He's so possessive of you and he easily gets jealous.
God forbid a man lays eyes on you because that man no long has eyes or a heartbeat.
"Don't lay your eyes on my woman again." he'll say or something along those lines.
You know that Sukuna has a violent nature so you get use to it.
calls you my girl or my woman, he def uses my woman more often though.
Have trying to get this man to compliment you because he won't ever.
If you asleep in his arms, he'll think that you're sooo cute and run his knuckles along your cheek.
He'll never express how he really feels about you, so if you need reassurance, best leave now.
Sukuna gets disgusted with himself when he thinks about how much he really loves you.
Sukuna can just be confused and will question why you love him.
No one has ever loved him or not feared him, so why don't you?
I think Sukuna lives for reassurance though and he craves it, but he'll never ask for it.
He's lowkey embarrassed and ashamed of his emotions deep down.
Likes it when you scratch the back of his neck.
Since he's so busy being the king of curses, I imagine that he falls asleep first.
BUT he cannot fall asleep unless you're right beside him, rubbing his back or whispering soft mumbles into his ear as his arms are snug around your waist.
my poor baby just needs some love okay?! (I can fix him)
NSFW:
Ok y'all, please prepare yourself bc I am unhinged when it comes to this man. I apologize in advance 😭
At first sex is a selfish act for Sukuna, only caring about his pleasure.
He'll shove you down onto your knees, forcing his cock into your mouth.
You'll definitely gag on it and tears will stream down your face, but you won't stop.
The way Sukuna is standing above you, grinning and staring down at you as your lips are wrapped around his fat cock.
You feel yourself getting wet in between your thighs as Sukuna's jaw drops open, a low groan leaving his mouth.
Although once you voice how you want to feel pleasure too, he realizes that he can get pleasure out of your own pleasure.
For sure spanks you until you're crying or there's red marks on your ass. Squeezes your ass as well.
We've already stated that Sukuna is super sadistic, so pain is just part of your sex life at this point.
He has no shame humiliating you in public; pulling your panties down and making you scream his name as he pleasures you.
He'll have such a rough grip on your hips or wherever he's holding you that it leaves bruises.
Def has a hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing it.
DOGGY (sorry, I had to say it 😭)
Sukuna loves any position where he can see your ass jiggle as he thrusts into your abused cunt.
Reserve cowgirl where his hands are on your waist, moving you back and forth off his cock.
He gets annoyed when you decide to get on top but then get tired, so he has to do the work.
He loves when you call him daddy, but it kind of threw him off the first time he heard it, but now it's his fav.
Sukuna makes it his personal mission to make you squirt each time you release.
He's got four arms for a reason...yk what i'm saying 🫣🫣
Two arms holding you down so you can't escape his strong grip and the other two pleasuring you.
Really tests you to your limits, probably until you almost pass out or something.
A safe word is needed, especially when Sukuna is ramming his hips into yours and his hand is rubbing circles on your clit.
Easily pins you down on the bed and makes you beg, whimper, and whine for his cock as he's just rubbing it along your folds, being a menace.
He's got unlimited stamina and could fuck you into the mattress for days, but he stops when you reach your limit.
I think he's very vocal in bed; degrading you, groaning as he slides into your wet pussy, making you beg for him, etc.
I don't think aftercare is his biggest priority tbhhhh. if you talk to him about it, he'll put some effort in.
He likes to be clean afterwards and he'll tease you about how good you sounded moaning his name as he cleans you up.
The two of you just lounge and mostly talk about what you're going to do tomorrow.
Sukuna passes out right after, being so comfortable and warm right beside you with an arm hanging over your back or stomach.
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Pregnancy On The Brain
pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife!Reader
summary: Now that Henry’s successfully knocked up his precious darling wife, he has to keep an extra eye on her and their little miracle (Dom!Henry) (Emotional loving 🥹)
likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated🫶
Disclaimer: 18+ / Lumberjack!Henry Masterlist / Henry Masterlist / Full Masterlist
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“Whas wrong sugar? What’s got my woman all teary” Henry frowned seeing his wife all upset in front of the mirror, her lips pouted and her face flustered. “I-I don’t f-fit into my d-dress anymore” Y/n whined seeing how the lemon printed dress barely made its way up her hips, stitches being ripped the harder she pulled on it. “Oi stop it, there’s nothin’ wrong, especially when there’s more of my bunbun to love on” Henry smirked groping the bits of skin Y/n was complaining about.
“B-but- well maybe I-I should e-exercise with you more?” She pondered looking up at him still visibly upset, in fact her chin was starting to wrinkle up from shaking so much, the new changes in her body clearly causing her distress. Henry could tell by the way her stutter started to make itself more visible. “No way. Precious things like you don’t belong on the heavy equipment sweetpea, you want exercise? Let me fuck your pretty pussy till ya sweat” He smirked bending down to nuzzle his nose with hers, his cock hardening once he saw her giggle n latch onto his bicep with both hands.
“T-That’s so naughty” She whispered cuddling the side of her face into his bicep, his other hand pulling back down the dress till it hit the floor, allowing him to play with her ass easily. “Listen while i’m out collecting log wood today, wan’ you to put on another pretty little dress that I bought ya last week, preferably the lilac one, n’ I want you to make somethin’ nice for us to eat when I get home. Can ya do that for me sugar bun?” He whispered running a finger up and down her cheek, his eyes having a dark glaze over them as he looked down at her.
“Mhm mhm! I can!” Y/n smiled happily, the ingredients for her cherry pie already listed out in her head, her cravings for it suddenly growing ten times in a mere few seconds. “Good n’ when I come home, i’ll have a surprise for ya” He grinned kissing her lips softly, before pulling away and grabbing his baseball cap, blowing kisses at her every two seconds as he walked towards his truck. Leaving his wife to her own special mission, the cherry pie.
“Oh I gotta get the cherries!” Y/n giggled slipping on her shoes, grabbing the wooden basket Henry had gotten her especially for her daily walks. Her face vibrant as she skipped down the secluded lane of their back yard, full of luscious fields, heading towards their cherry trees at the edge of the field. Her lilac dress flowing in the slightly cool breeze, her arms swinging the basket back and forth as she hummed a silly little tune she made up. Her eyes widening as she saw the amount of cherries on the tree, there were so many!
“Wow, y-you guys have all grown! Thank y-you so much” She said adorably picking a handful of sweet cherries from one branch, carefully grabbing her glass jar from the basket and plopping them in until it was full. “Well, I suppose it won’t hurt to taste one of ya” She whispered pulling out her blue blanket she always kept in her basket for emergency picnics, her several glass jars of cherries sitting snug inside the basket, while she lay down munching on her home grown fruits.
She still remembers the day she had complained to Henry about his poor eating habits and demanded he bought her seeds for her own plants; now here she was basically nurturing her own garden of babies, ranging from apples all the way to carrots.
‘That one looks like bonnie the rabbit’ Y/n thought looking up at the scarce white clouds flying overhead, her stuffed animal back home looking like one of them, then another looked like Henry’s axe and then one looked like a cherry. “Oh my phone, m-musta left it at home” She giggled realising, her hand reaching for the missing phone to try and take a picture to send to Henry. The warm sun gracing her face, distant sounds of birds providing a sweet lullaby, one which she slowly fell asleep to.
Meanwhile… Henry on the other hand was just about ready to head home, like clockwork he checked his babygirl’s location on life 360, smirking to himself to see that she had stayed at home like she said she would. Heading off back through the country in his pickup truck, he stopped off at a pharmacy by the gas station, picking up his surprise gift for his bunbun; one he knew would solidify their relationship forever. His body sweaty and hot, even though he was wearing baggy jeans a vest, his body painted with a light golden tan.
“Home sweet home” He whispered to himself, dusting off before going inside, remembering how much his precious wife despises their home being messy; Henry still smiles at the memory of her showing her domestic side, how she wouldn’t let him leave without breakfast and would always pack him lunches. Henry on the other hand wouldn’t let her go anywhere unless it was him driving her, after all what else was his purpose other than to look after his naive lover.
“Sugar pie, where are ya?” He shouted throwing his vest off to the side, his boots thundering against the creaky wooden floorboards, his steps leading him into the kitchen; the ingredients for her famous cherry pie laid out on the counter. But no Y/n. His nostrils flared seeing her iphone left beside the ingredients, who knows how long she’s been gone?
‘Did she really fuckin’ leave?’ Was Henry’s first thought, the veins on his neck popping out purely just from the thought, no wonder her tracker hadn’t moved once. Although the thought of her leaving dissipated once he saw Marly the cat coming inside from the fields, their backdoor was left wide open, the sunshine peeking in gratefully. “Ah the fields, the fuckin’ fields” Henry chuckled shaking his head, course she was out there, he knew how much his wife loved exploring the great outdoors; bringing him different coloured rocks and pebbles, watching giddily as he’d place them on the mantle as if they were to be treasured. And they were, because she got them for Him.
Walking out the backdoor he started off walking down the lane, the meadows further away shining green and healthily, but nothing deterred Henry from finding his little love.
Stopping at the start of the line of trees, he saw her, clearly snoring away on her soft picnic blanket; her basket full of jars of cherries beside her. Henry scoffed and smirked seeing just how silly she was, but he couldn’t blame her, not with her current condition. Looming over her figure, she whined and whimpered before opening her eyes fully, a sleepy smile gracing her lips when she realised it was none other than her husband.
“You fuckin’ scared me baby, didn’t know what ta do without ya, ya left your phone n’ everythin’” Henry whispered hunkering down onto his knees, watching as she slowly sat up, her face all puffy and sun-kissed from her nap. “m-m’ sorry I-I forgot it n’ I was too b-busy lookin’ at the clouds a-and”
“s’okay baby, your man knows, can’t blame ya for a little forgetfulness” He chuckled darkly, seeing how sleepy she still was, guiding her to hop onto his back while he gathered up her blanket and basket. “Missed you s-so much” She whispered kissing his back softly as he whistled a tune, “Ah was only gone for around three hours sugar” He chuckled walking down the smooth path, their large luxurious cabin coming into sight. “I-I know that, but I missed you a-anyway” She sighed rubbing her head against his warm back, her eyes threatening to close over once again.
“n’ I missed your pretty pussy-“
“My What!” Y/n’s eyes shot open at her husband’s vulgar words, his back vibrating from his chuckles travelling through, “n’ your tits and your-“
“Stop i-it that’s embarrassing and t-they ain’t pretty mister” She whined kicking her legs which were in his hands, his footsteps stopping abruptly with a deep sigh, “What do I gotta do to prove to you, that I think you’re fuckin’ sexy as hell, n’ I have to stop myself from whipping my cock out everytime I see ya smile” He grunted lifting her up a bit higher before continuing on down the trail, “W-whippin’ your wha out?!” She giggled loudly, her chin resting on his shoulder as she looked at his face from the side.
Henry smirked turning his head to the side, capturing her lips with his, his tongue reaching out for hers but quickly retracting once she wanted more. The tease. “You’re such a m-meanie, no more kissies for you” She grunted moving back to rest against his back, his hand leaving her leg to reach back and spank her ass with a pop; her body jerking up with an excited squeal.
“Try that again sweetheart n’ we’ll see what happens” He growled finally stepping into the cooler cabin, setting her down on top of their counters, beside his plastic bag from the pharmacy which had her small present. “I-is my present in here?!” She said excitedly picking up the bag, only to pout when Henry pulled it away from her grumpily.
“I dunno if you deserve it honey, ya worried me today, had me thinkin’ ya left your man up ‘ere in the mountains” He ‘tsk’ed and caged her in with an arm on each side of her, his nose rubbing up and down her cheek sensually, her hands fisting his shirt desperately as she pouted. “I-I dunno what happened H-hen, I swear! M-m jus’ forgetful nowadays” She whimpered nuzzling into his chest like a kitten, her legs caged around his waist, her face dipping down to place kisses onto his neck and up his chin.
“Alright alright fine, since you wan’ it so badly” He smirked cupping her face and kissing her nose, his hands reached into the bag and pulled out the small box, a clearblue box. “Ya know what this is bunny don’t ya?” Taking out the small stick and twirling it in his hands, he passed it to his wife, who was visibly shocked and shaken at what he’d just given her. “A-a pregnancy test?” She whispered looking at the foreign object, was this the condition Henry was talking about?
“I wan’ you to take it for me babybun, see if we have our present in there already” He smirked nipping her lip playfully, his hand rubbing over the bottom of her stomach affectionately, her small gasps filling his ears. “I-is this why my dresses d-don’t fit?”
“Find out n’ see baby” He smiled taking her hand in his, and pulling her into their large bathroom, with a bathtub big enough to fit four people at the most. “W-will you stay with me? M-m scared” She whimpered pulling up the skirt of her dress, her face flustered at the thought of him watching her pee, but then again this wouldn’t be the first time. There’d been multiple times where he’d simply barge into the toilet while she was in there, just for his routine goodbye kiss before work.
“Don’t worry sugar pie, m’not leavin’, not now and not ever” He smiled, almost sickly, his hands holding onto hers, quite comical because his wife was simply peeing yet needed all the support possible. “Alright pass it over ‘ere” He said watching her finish up, the test still in her shaky hands. “N-no way it’s full of my pee” She gasped horrified putting it down onto the counter herself, turning to distract herself by washing her hands.
Those three minutes felt like utter hell for them both, with Y/n ultimately sitting on Henry’s lap whilst he was on the toilet cover, his voice softly shushing her small whimpers and nervous hiccups as she looked at the test left on the table. “S’okay pretty girl, daddy will look after ya both” Kissing her neck wetly he could already feel her pussy throbbing at his words, even during a nerve wracking situation like this, a life altering moment.
“Ya promise?” Holding his deep blue eyes, her own looked glossy and scared, her hands fiddling with his fingers erratically. “I pinky promise” Linking their fingers together he kissed her lips softly, her head pushing forward wanting to deepen it, she missed three hours worth of his kisses today; she was not having it!
Although their little kiss session was interrupted by the beep of the timer on Henry’s phone, Y/n jumping up to her feet and leaning her head over to look at the plastic stick, her breath hitching in her throat. “what does a cross mean?” Her voice came out dry and hoarse, and for once not a stutter was in sight, she knew what it meant. “My gorgeous little wife is pregnant, with my baby” He smiled to himself still sitting on the toilet cover, he already knew the result, months of vitamins and unprotected sex would eventually have lead to this; all it took was some time.
“I-i’m gonna be a mommy?” Her hand softly slid down to cup the slight pouch on her stomach, her fingers grazing over her fabric slowly, a small smile finding its way onto her cace. “I-i’m gonna be a mommy!”
“mhm, so prouda ya babygirl” Henry smirked feeling up her thigh, his hand going up to grope her bare ass, his new baby momma still coming to terms with the fact she was carrying their little life; yet all he wanted to do was to fuck her good, and if he could he would knock her up again. The idea of his wife all round and big, full of him, got him so hot and bothered, her tits all swollen along with her belly, safely housing their own miracle.
“H-how do we know when i-it’s comin?”
“I’ll sort all that out baby, ya don’t need to worry your pretty self, after-all ya got pregnancy on the brain. Don’t want ya forgettin’ anythin” He cooed standing up to kiss her forehead, his arms enveloping her against him, feeling her nod and relax in his arms. All according to his plan.
After he was finally able to get her to come to bed with him, he found her hands naturally gravitating towards her stomach, her protective maternal instincts already kicking in so early. “I-if we have a g-girl can we name it a-after a flower?” She asked innocently looking up at him, her hands on top of his, on her stomach. “N’ what if it’s a boy babybun?” He chuckled kissing the tip of her nose, “I dunno haven’t t-thought of it yet! Stop stressin’ me out!” She whined almost inaudibly as Henry murmured sweet soft apologies, his lips coating the side of her face in gentle kissies, her favourite.
“T-thought you said you was sleepy” She whispered wrapping her arms around his neck, caressing his nape as he continued to plant little love bites on his lover, his kisses leaving her all hot and bothered. “I am, wasn’t lyin’” Henry pulled back quirking his eyebrow, “T-then tell it to calm down, o-or else ya won’t be able to sleep” Y/n said shyly pointing at the tent starting to grow in Henry’s trousers, ignoring the fact that Henry had basically bunched her dress up to her breasts, his fingers rubbing over her slick wet folds.
“Why don’t you tell my pussy to calm down” He grumbled rubbing her own slickness all over her, acting as if it was lube, his fingers greedily pinching her swollen jutted out clit. “Y-you started it! baby, tell your d-daddy to stop bein silly” She whined looking down and rubbing her still stomach, even though there was still no dramatic visible growth, the potential of it made her emotional and excited.
Licking into her mouth Henry held the back of her neck gently, both of her hands still on her stomach, while his other hand was busy messing with her second set of lips. Tugging, rubbing and spanking at her sensitive button, causing her body to jolt and shiver into the kiss, her tongue actively sucking on his passionately. Her chin slowly growing wet and slick, both of them not caring at how much filth there was. Kissing her sensually one more time he pushed her fully onto her back, his knees straddling her.
“Oh baby I hope they got your eyes, gon’ have me wrapped round their lil finger jus’ like their momma” He groaned seeing her just batting her eyelashes at him, a mischievous smile on her face as she felt up his torso, “I-I wan’ them to look l-like their daddy, s-so handsome” She whispered looking away from his eyes shyly. His hands now pulling the dress up fully over her head, giving her tits a bounce and grope; his voice chuckling deeply in her ear as he licked up her neck, “You’re so g’damn sexy, can’t wait to see ya all full of me, walkin’ around so everyone knows I pumped ya full of my cum”
“mhm s-so dirty” Whimpering and writhing, she felt his fingers go back down to her slick centre, the tip of his cock slapping against her clit roughly, almost imitating the spank of a hand. “Aw baby, we both know you’re the dirty one here, weren’t ya the one beggin’ me to kiss your pretty little pussy the other day?”
“Y-you said if I needed help w-with the tingles ya would help” She whined feeling the head of his shaft slip through her sensitive folds, his nestle of curls at the base of his dick softly scratching against her button, his heavy balls sitting against her swollen lips. His length slowly slipping in through her puffy pussy, both of them sighing out in relief and pleasure as he bottomed out inside of her; Y/n’s hands cupping his face to keep his forehead on hers, nuzzling their noses together for comfort like they always did.
“Gah hav’ knocked ya up and you’re still so tight, almost like when ya were a virgin honey” Henry growled pecking her pouty lips, her voice whining at his choice of words, her legs securely wrapped around his waist. “You take me so well honey, could fuck your pregnant pussy all day n’ night if a could”
“W-well you can, y-you jus’ don’t” She snarked back, clearly regretting her decision straight after when Henry quirked his brow at her, making her shut up in a mere few seconds. “Say that again n’ i’ll tie ya to the bed, won’t be leavin’ since ya want me to play with my pussy so much” He teased thrusting in and out at a slow pace, his one hand cupping her face, while the other toyed with her nipples. “Can’t wait to see these pretty tits fill up with milk, I already know it’ll taste as sweet as you do sugar pie, you’ll let me have a taste won’t ya?”
Small mewls left her slightly opened lips, her eyes widen open and already glimmering with tears as Henry slowly moved their position, where he was now spooning her, their hips smacking together to create a lewd sound. “Mhmhm” She moaned pushing her tits together just for him, knowing how much he adored just simply looking at them, sometimes he’d even hide her bras just so she’d walk about their home, her pebbles nipples poking through the fabric.
“So gorgeous, my pretty wife” He smirked leaning over and spitting right onto the valley between her breasts, hearing her squeak as he watched her massage his spit onto her globes, she was so dirty for him; only him. Before she had met Henry, Y/n L/n would never have even stepped a foot out of line, and now she was the one making the line. Hugging onto her, he kissed her shoulders and back so affectionately, he wanted to make her cum. “I-I love you so much pretty girl, ya make me so happy, you n’ our lil’ miracle” He moaned feeling her clench around him, his hand reaching over to momentarily slap her breasts together, before reaching down and drawing figure eights on her button.
Hearing no reply he looked over to see tears filing down her face continuously, her lip hidden between her teeth as she bit down harshly, her hands fisting the sheets tightly to keep her from squealing at how deep he was going. “What’s wrong bunny? Am I hurtin’ ya?” He said slowing down, concern lacing his voice as his rough calloused hands felt up her sides. “N-no, a-am jus’ really happy, love you too hubby” She smiled blinking away a few stray tears as she turned her head to face him, her tongue outstretched already waiting to tangle around his, muffled squeals leaving her lips as she felt him return back to his rhythm.
“I’m close babybun, ya wanna cum with me?” He asked breaking away from their kiss with a peck, their lips still touching as he spoke, her eyes staring up at his softly but intensely, her head nodding; her lips wanting nothing more than to his his soft ones. Thank God she had forced him to start wearing lip balm.
Y/n found herself clawing onto his arm that was wrapped around her waist, her teeth clenched, sobs wrecking through her body purely just because she felt so loved and so intimate. Henry’s warm cum flooding her almost instantly as she herself felt his fingers rub her button at the same time, her hole clenching around him for the last time, giving out once she let out a raspy breath.
“Did so good for me sugar plum, don’t worry I gotcha, ya can rely on me” He whispered kissing the shell of his ear, feeling her clench around him a few more times before pulling out slowly to not make her uncomfortable. After a few silent seconds of Henry combing her hair back with his fingers, his soft voice shushing her quiet sobs as he rocked her back and forth against his body.
Henry couldn’t help but worry, he’d never seen his precious give such an emotional reaction, had he pushed her too far? She hadn’t used her safe-word ‘cherry’ so he had assumed she was still okay during their intense love-making session. The tiny tattoo of a ‘H’ on the back of her neck receiving wet kisses while he waited for her to calm down.
“Hold on pretty, m’jus’ gonna run us a bath alright?” Receiving nothing but a shake of a head and a ‘don’t leave me a-alone’ He smiled picking her up against his still nude body, sitting her on top of the counter as he filled up the tub with warm water, making sure to put in some of lavender bubbles she adored so much to relax in.
“c’mere sugar, don’t worry i’m here too” He whispered helping her step into the purple coloured water, letting her sit sideways on his lap, her head laying on his shoulder; that’s how big their bath tub is.
“M-m sorry for bein’ a crybaby, I didn’t mean it” She whispered lifting her head up to kiss his beard covered cheek, her energy clearly spent and gone.
“Don’t you ever apologise for bein’ you, what’d I tell ya? If you’re cryin’, i’m here, if you’re angry then i’m here, you’re happy then i’m here. This is for life sweets, nothin’ is gonna put me off ya I promise. Well except sometimes ya stink but-“
“Stop it!” She said smiling a little, Henry’s heart lightening a little seeing her vibe jolt up a bit in comparison to earlier. “Now that i’ve seen that beautiful smile a’ yours, care to share what’s buggin’ my wife so much?”
“I-it really was nothin’ bad. Was jus’ thinkin’ about how- how happy I am w-with you. W-When I think back to when I was 17, I-I was always so worried i’d end up un-unloved because of my problems; but y-you’ve never made me feel like a burden, n’ now w-we’re havin’ a baby together” She smiled finishing her explanation, looking up at Henry with a blissful smile on her face, her hands bringing his to her stomach, “O-our baby” She giggled wiggling excitedly on his lap,
“There’s no other woman on this Earth i’d rather have a baby with-“
“So i-if an alien”
“Shut it you. Let me continue my speech to you now that you’ve done yours” He chuckled sprinkling water in her face playfully, “You’re the one for me, n’ you’d never be a burden because I want to bother with you, I want everything with ya. Gah, you’re just fuckin’ irresistible n’ I don’t think I can live without ya. I don’t know what piece a shit has said things to ya but, you’re my precious sugar plum princess. In our little world, right up ‘ere where no one can get us, I promise to keep ya n’ our little miracle safe. Cause you’re both mine n’ i’m not afraid to show it” He finished, twirling the wedding band round her finger, his eyes staring at her; simply smiling she leant forward connecting their lips together, “N’ y-you’re mine”
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PSA: I really am proud of this piece, and hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it 🫶
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boyfriend!König headcanons that have been on my mind…
[SFW/Wholesome/Fluff] ; random stuff ive been thinking about, SO MUCH FLUFF YOUR HEART WILL HURT, established relationship, gender neutral, no usage of y/n, not proofread
[A/N] ; love love LOVE the idea of all these things happening!! Also off topic but i feel like this boy needs more wholesome fanfics. Theres just too much smut for this sweet anxious guy :((
He doesnt move a muscle when you fall asleep on him. He just cant bare to wake you and your cute sleepy face! Hell sit there staring at you for hours until either he falls asleep or you wake up. You falling asleep on him just tells him that you feel so safe around him, especially when hes struggled with being so intimidating (the social anxiety and hood certainly dont help). Whether its at home on the couch, at a movie theatre, or just on the train back home, he just loves you so much he wish you would do it more often <3
You have a phobia and he comforts you. He immediately shields you or removes whatever thing youre scared of. He just cant handle seeing his liebling so terrified and vulnerable :(( he wants you to always feel safe around him, you would never have to worry about safety when hes around. Hes very loyal and is just as great a friend as he is a boyfriend :)
He would either have shoulder length hair or a super short fluffy buzzcut. No inbetween. If you ask him to grow/cut it, he wouldnt hesitate to find the nearest pair of scissors and whack it all off! (or vice versa…) he loves it when you play with his hair, and if its long, he doesnt mind you braiding or tying his hair in silly ways!!
Youre cold? Dont worry! König produces a lot of heat, let him share some of it with you! Hed give you his jacket, a thick padded one fit for surviving the Austrian winters and snug for you! Obviously his size means its huge on you but, he loves seeing you wearing his clothes. Its just another reminder of how small you are compared to him and he is absolutely obsessed with it.
You and him are having fun at a bar. He notices how drunk youre getting and pulls you away to go home before you hurt yourself or regret it in the morning. Unfortunately… the hangover hits hard and you are stuck on the bathroom floor, his hand gently rubbing circles on your back and holding your hair back as you vomit your insides into tje toilet bowl. He hates seeing yoi like this… sick and hungover. next time hes making you leave as soon as your words start slurring >:(
The movie is too scary!! Let him hold and cuddle you, jumpscare after jumpscare. You can shrink into his chest if youre scared. And dont worry about sleeping, nothing can hurt you if hes around. Of course hes just as scared as yuou, the movie was very well made afterall. But, he doesnt want you to be terrified, so hes here for you :) dont forget to give him cuddles too, he cant stop trembling as well!!!
Anniversary, valentines day, your birthday? Dont worry one bit! Hes already got it marked on his calendar, gift planned weeks in advance and the restaurant is already reserved. How could he ever disappoint an angel like you? This is the least he could do for all the love he receives for you!
Youre on your period? Dont even THINK about it. Hell be cuddling and snuggling you to warm you and calm your cramps. Cravings? Hes already on the way to the store :) you dont even have to tell him, hes already got your favourite snacks ready in a basket for you. Youre in pain all week! He hates seeing you like this… :(( who cares aboit the mood swings as long as youre nuzzled in his size, using his warm arms to stifle the chills running down your spine.
Its raining and you only have one umbrella. He would hold it for you, making sure that its his shoulder thats getting wet, not yours. Lest you fall sick and he has to stay home and take care of you for days :(( (not that hes complaining, he’ll take any opportunity to pamper and spoil you!)
Hes just gotten home from work after a bad day. As soon as he sees you, he feels just a little better, especially while resting his head on your chest and listening to your soft breaths on repeat. It could be on the couch, in bed or just while standing in the hallway, some physical touch from you always recharges his batteries :))
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1 day til' Christmas
spending a snowstorm with husband!miguel o'hara on christmas eve⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
2 days til' christmas ← previous part
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It was the last day of keeping your pregnancy from Miguel and you couldn't be happier; tomorrow he would open his last Christmas gift and see a positive pregnancy test. You couldn't wait to share this great news with him.
The plan was to go to the hospital that morning but you miraculously got snowed in and you hadn't vomited that morning making it crucial to take it slow when drinking and eating.
Normally on Christmas Eve, the two of you shared a bottle of red wine and finished wrapping presents for each other and family and friends.
This Christmas, you would do the same but instead of wine, you’d have eggnog. Every single holiday Miguel is reminded that you hate the idea of egg nog. “Who would ever eat egg milk? That’s weird,” you said.
“I drink said, ‘egg milk’, it's one of my holiday comfort drinks,” Miguel would respond.
“I know but—“ you’d start.
“Please don’t yuck my yum,” he joked.
“You’ve never even tried it before,” he continued.
You still had never tried eggnog but now you had a feeling that you’d like it. You took a small sip and your taste buds did pirouettes. Eggnog tasted like a sweet vanilla-flavored version of milk.
“This is good!” you exclaimed.
“Told ya,” Miguel responded as he began to wrap up personalized Fender guitar picks. He always swore Hobie got on his nerves but he still cared. Enough to get him such a valuable yet thoughtful gift.
The two of you enjoyed your drinks and marveled at the gifts you got each other. It was never really. a surprise on Christmas day since you always wrapped everything together. There were one or two gifts that the two of you wanted to keep a surprise including yours. "What's this?" Miguel asked as he picked up a small rectangular box that had his name on it.
"That's your gift but I want it to be a surprise," you replied.
"Hmm, interesting," he replied as he put the gift down thinking it was something like a watch or a ridiculously expensive pen like the years before.
After two hours you were finally done wrapping all the gifts. You were both famished afterward. You were heavily craving some hot chocolate and marshmallows but you didn't have any marshmallows. On top of that, the two of you couldn't leave your home because of the snowstorm.
Thankfully out of all of the random things that Miguel knows how to do, making marshmallows was one of them. You thankfully had all the ingredients, you tried to follow along but it was way too complicated. You sat on your kitchen island and asked him questions while he skillfully made the marshmallows.
You purposefully asked the dumbest random questions and he found it hilarious. While he was letting the marshmallows sit, he let you lick the bowl like you were a child again making cookies with a loved one that let you try the dough.
The two of you had prepared dinner while waiting for the marshmallows to finish setting. Christmas Eve dinner was my favorite because it was breakfast for dinner. This year's menu was eggnog French toast with cranberry jam and cheesy omelets with spinach and tomatoes in them.
In perfect timing, right after the two of you finished eating and cleaning up after your meal, the marshmallows were done. The two of you got comfy and cuddled on the couch wrapped in blankets watching Holidate with mugs with steaming hot cocoa in hand.
The night was perfect and your heart raced with excitement of what was to come the next morning. You fell asleep halfway through the movie so Miguel carried you to your shared room.
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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The lovers were nestled all snug in their bed
While visions of a baby shower danced in your head
Santa sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
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to be continued → Christmas Special
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MW2 men sleeping next to
their s/o headcanons
Includes:Price,Ghost,Soap,Gaz,Konig and Graves
PRICE
- Price is a comfort cuddle type meaning he most often cuddles you when he thinks you need it
- He will never turn you down if you initiate wanting to cuddle. He will snug up to you and hold you in his arms and pet your hair until you’ve fallen asleep
- Loves humming you to sleep when you lay on his chest
GHOST
- He isn’t the cuddly type to begin with and will never initiate cuddling. You always have to initiate because he wants you to feel safe and will never admit it but he deep down loves it when you offer to cuddle him
- As ghost started to trust you more, he began to big spoon you every night like it was a routine and could only fall asleep if he was holding you in his arms
- Whispers the things he’s so afraid of telling you such as “I love you” or “I’m afraid to lose you”
SOAP
- This man is a cuddle bear and he will always initiate cuddles whether your busy or not. He does get whiny if you can’t cuddle but he will always find a way to cuddle you
- He loves having you by his side at all times whether it be on his lap or on his chest
- When it comes to cuddles he always makes sure you fall asleep in his embrace. He loves you so much he loves to keep you warm by his touch
GAZ
- He is always down to cuddle whenever you feel like cuddling. He doesn’t want to be an overbearing type of cuddler so he always has you initiate
- Loves having you sit between his legs while watching a movie while he hugs you from behind giving your head kisses
- He deep down has a soft spot for cuddling you whenever you don’t initiate and will always have you sit on his lap if your reading or drawing
KONIG
- He is a bit hesitant when asking for cuddles and really craves any sort of physical affection you give him and when you do it’s like a drug to him and he can never get enough
- He’s the type to hold you tightly while you sleep or always having you in his arms because your scent is very comforting to him and also your warmth
- Does develop attachment issues in the beginning of the relationship when you both started to cuddle for the first few times
GRAVES
- This man will not admit he loves it when you offer to cuddle him and when you do he cuddles you like you haven’t seen him in years
- He initiates cuddling and will always find the excuse that it’s because “you look lonely” or “you look like your in need of some cuddles”
- He loves it when you lay your head on his chest and will always whisper praising words to you while he plays with your hair
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Unleashed 18+
Hakkai Shiba x Fem Reader
WC:500+
Masterlist
Resident: @enchantedforest-network
TW: penetration, rough sex, cervix kissing, creampie, cursing,cuddles at the end.
A/N: I couldn't keep this in I've been feral all day. this man was the reason why I couldn't act right at all day today xD Like Brainrott was so real. @-@ No one can change my mind, Hakkai being a Shiba he does have that Shiba trait if he wants to take control he will.
Seeing you completely lose it as your shoulders were over his shoulder only drove to bury his cock deeper inside of you. His knuckles were white as he was clenching his fist, as the sound of his skin slapping against yours. Among the sounds of your moans trickling from your lips. The way you cried his name out loud. He wanted to hear more of it. His cheeks were red as his eyes narrowed down at you being a complete wreck full of bliss and sheer lust. His biceps contract with a large amount of adrenaline pumping through his veins. “Is this how you wanted it darling?” he grunts his eyes focusing on you.
“Yess don’t stop~~!” you gave him the queue to continue his rougher lovemaking. Just telling him ‘hard Hakkai’ with each thrust he gave you what you wanted. He was hesitant at first but once that phrase spilled from your plump lips he craved it more himself. Driving his cock deeper and deeper into your pussy.
The intense gaze in his eyes fixated with your lewd expression he was trying too hard not to cum just yet. Your pussy wrapping around him nice and snuggling he didn’t want it to end. “Fuck you feel so good, your making it so hard not to cum.” panting as he was trying to keep control of the situation wanting to last way longer. You could see the veins popping out on the side of his head.
Unclenching his fist his hand groping your breast a bit more rougher. His thumb pressed against the middle of your lips. Your lips parted as you began to suck on his thumbs mimicking as if it were his cock.
“Baby you're so fucking hot, shit you're gonna make me cum.” folding you more in half the tip of his cock was kissing your cervix. Your snug warm walls were squeezing his cock more than it was before. His cock pulsates inside of you with the final few thrust he slammed into you releasing his hot seed deep inside your empty pussy. He let out a loud groan as his body became inflexible at the moment. He began milking the rest of his cum inside of you doing such shallow thrusts. He felt his arms become weaker as his sudden rush was coming down. It took him a moment before he pulled himself up, removing your legs from his shoulder. Pulling out slowly from your filled pussy his cum began to trickle out of you. The first thing he did was to make sure you were okay. “Did I hurt you too much?”
You shook your head. “I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me.”
He gave a relieved smile as he scooted over laying down next to you. He brought you closer to his body, his arms wrapping around you. He kissed your temple, his body was exhausted and he could tell you were too. Both of you have no urge to get up from the bed right now. Both of you just lay in each other's arms.
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Cuddling with the Hashira
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ characters: Giyu, Shinobu, Rengoku, Tengen, Sanemi, Mitsuri, Gyomei & Obanai
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ set in modern day cause I said so
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings suggestive content but nothing crazy
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ note: I’m half awake while writing this so please ignore any spelling errors because you know damn well I’m not proofreading this when I can barely keep my eyes open lmao
Tomioka Giyu
He doesn’t typically like cuddling. He’s the type to crawl into bed with you for a nap whenever you request it, but cuddling isn’t on the table till he’s sleepy. He’s getting into bed 90% of the time in a hoodie and sweatpants or actual pajama pants. Barely any room for skin to show while he’s asleep. When it comes to cuddling though, it’s typically not until he’s about to fall asleep that he lets you get close. Once you’re both asleep, you’ll have your face snuggly pressed to his chest with your arms wrapped around his slender waist. Your arms are usually wrapped under his hoodie, making it so there is at least a little bit of skin to skin contact. By the time you both wake up again, his hands are usually tangled around you with a leg thrown over you, keeping you in place against him. He’s super embarrassed when he wakes up, apologizing softly if he suffocated you.
Kocho Shinobu
Another one that isn’t really about cuddling. She needs to be in the mood for it, most of the time she likes her space. Her love language definitely isn’t touch, hence why she isn’t one to initiate these things and struggles to accept when you want to. You’re very mindful of her boundaries and never push her for physical contact unless she wants to. You’ll know she’s had a bad day when she requests you lay in bed or on the couch together and snuggle. You’ll always happily oblige when that happens. With that being said, Shinobu is always the little spoon, which is also her favorite way to cuddle when she wants to. She’ll happily fall asleep with her back pressed to your front, your arms snug around her midsection with your cheek pressed to the back of her head. She feels completely and utterly safe in your arms, since she doesn’t request this kind of thing super often it makes it all the more intimate
Rengoku Kyojuro
Cuddle monster in the cheesiest way possible. This man will never turn down your touch, he is the one to often crave and ask for it as well. The only problem being… Kyojuro is a human furnace. That man is radiating body heat regardless of the weather. While cuddling in the winter is absolutely a dream, cuddling in the summer is your worst nightmare. I’m talking you have the air conditioning set to max cool so the house is a freezer by the time you go to bed, cause if not you’ll be a puddle of sweat by the time morning rolls around. Kyojuro bear hugs, I’m talking suffocating with his arms and legs wrapped so tightly around you you can’t move even an inch. He tried his absolute hardest to give you space but one way or another you are waking up the next morning surrounded completely by Kyojuro. Like drool covering his t-shirt cause he held you so tight it was like a weighted blanket. Hear me out though, you wake up feeling rested as fuck.
Uzui Tengen
Horny bastard. You can’t cuddle with this man, 10/10 times it will end up with you getting fucked. He claims he can’t help it, your body pressed to his is just too much to bear. Tengen’s hands will always roam, not leaving any room for much else besides his growing… anyways. It doesn’t help that when he “cuddles” he’s usually in nothing but boxers or… nothing at all. He sleeps naked or with the least amount of clothes possible, a habit that you adapt to since you know his routine by now. After the fact though, Tengen’s aftercare is back to cuddling. Though I can’t promise lazy / sleepy sex won’t follow after the fact. This isn’t to say he doesn’t respect your boundaries though, if you don’t wanna cuddle or fuck he will happily give you space and let you be when it comes time for bed. But if you want one and not the other he’ll always oblige. His horny behavior doesn’t cloud his morals or respect for your boundaries
Kanroji Mitsuri
She’s a cuddle bug, again, in the cheesiest way. She has the softest, frilliest bedroom you’ve ever seen, decked out with all things fuzzy and warm and cute little fairy lights to set the mood. She’s all about cuddling, she loves being the big spoon, little spoon, the one on top, the one on the bottom, whatever you want she’ll do. Mitsuri uses cuddling as a form of bonding and as a stress reliever. That’s not to say she’s completely innocent though. Mitsuri can get pretty hot & bothered by wandering hands and physically being so close to you. she’s all about slow and lazy sex when cuddling, mostly because she’s getting just as tired as she is horny. Most of the time it’s just feeling each other up, letting the tension build before falling asleep in the other’s arms. Mitsuri definitely always has her room air conditioning on the highest setting but lowest temperature, all those fuzzy blankets and pillows really can get suffocating… never mind how close she is to you.
Iguro Obanai
He’s surprisingly open to cuddling when it comes to you. He’s more practical though, like big spoon / little spoon or your head is on his chest and his arms are wrapped around you. He’s not one to have his legs and arms bear hugging you and suffocating you in your sleep. He loves the closeness but he’s not about the full on tangling. Cuddles = sleep therefore he’s not one to get super turned on by them. Like I said, he’s practical. Your bodies are close but not that close if you get what I mean. Though a problem may arise here and there if you’re the little spoon… if you get what I mean. Obanai is the type to dress for bed depending on the state of his room. If it’s hot out, he’ll have the air conditioning on but he’ll still be wearing his boxers and a t-shirt to bed. If it’s cold he’s in a hoodie and sweats and scarily enough… sometimes socks. He’s not one to sleep in just his briefs or naked unless he’s exhausted after your… physical activities
Shinazugawa Sanemi
Very hot and cold tbh. Sanemi is all about having his space in bed where he can sprawl out and still not even come close to touching you. But other times he’s all about having you pressed snuggly against him, arms and legs tangled together while you sleep peacefully. His mood depends on yours, if you want cuddles he’s hard pressed to deny you of them — what a softie. But if you want space, he never takes it to heart cause he gets it. Sanemi is always sleeping in just a pair of briefs, doesn’t matter the weather outside or the temperature in your room, briefs are the only way he’s sleeping. There are nights where cuddling gets him in the mood, it’s usually the only time he’s soft / lazy in bed. Hiking your thigh up so he can take care of the both of you. It almost feels like he’s rocking you to sleep. Sanemi won’t admit it but he likes being the small spoon sometimes, he’s super embarrassed if he wakes up that way though
Himejima Gyomei
Cuddling? No. Laying on top of him and using him as a bed instead of your actual mattress? Yes. Gyomei adores when you lay on top of him, he loves feeling you fully, from head to toe. He’ll run his fingers through your hair and hum softly because he knows your ear is pressed to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Gyomei has a massive bed as well, since you love laying on top of him, he usually lays in the middle. Even if you fall off him during the night, you’ll land snuggly against either of his sides, a muscular arm hooking around your waist. He sleeps in shorts and a t-shirt, no clothes or just boxers are a very very rare occasion for him. Though he’s never opposed to feeling you skin to skin. Either way he’s all about you and your physical touch, it’s his biggest form of love. Being able to memorize everything about your body is easiest when he has you on top of him
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Floaty | Changbin x Reader
❣ Summary: Cockwarming Changbin while high - that's really it. ❣
❣ Warnings: Drug use; weed/edibles [responsibly], High! reader, cockwarming, fluff, pet names, Changbin has a thick cock ❣
❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣
❣ Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as bunny, sweetheart, and honey bun, Changbin is referred to as Binnie and pretty boy, overall super fluffy, and maybe an overload on pet names
❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣
“How are you feeling, bunny?”
You smiled dreamily, blinking up at him with lidded eyes as you settled in his lap, “Perfect, Binnie.”
You were currently wrapped around him like a koala - arms draped across his broad shoulders while your legs rested on either side of his own. The added bonus, however, was the massive girth currently sitting snug inside of you, stretching you deliciously and pressing against everything wonderful.
Changbin massaged your hips, a gentle smile on his face, “Yeah? Feeling nice and full now?”
“So full,” leaning forward, you nudged your nose against his own, “full and… floaty.”
“Floaty, huh?” When you simply hummed in response he giggled, utterly enamored with how adorable you were. “That means it's a good high.”
Thinking back to the edible you had a little over an hour ago, a whimsical sigh floated past your lips, “A really good high - just wanna stay here forever with you.”
You’re not sure when you closed your eyes, but you found yourself blinking them open once you felt his lips brush against your own.
“We can stay here as long as you want, sweetheart - keeping me nice and warm.”
A soft whimper escaped you at the twitch of his dick inside your drooling pussy, but you couldn’t find the energy to do anything but simply sit and enjoy it - not that Changbin would have forced you to do anything anyways.
Cockwarming him while you were high was something you’d come across after mentioning how much you wanted to be close to him whenever you got into that floaty, empty-minded mood; him being the one to suggest it after seeing how simply cuddling wasn’t cutting it, and skin-to-skin contact simply made you crave more.
It never usually resulted in sex right away, and sometimes he didn’t even mind not getting off - claiming that simply being inside of you was all the high he needed.
Pressing your lips to his in a heavy, not-quite-calculated kiss, you let your head fall to the crook of his neck with a satisfied sigh. “I love you, pretty boy.”
He wrapped his arms around your back, tugging you a bit closer as he let his own head rest against the back of the couch, “I love you too, honey bun.”
❣ So... I had an edible for the second time in my life and the only thing I could think of was cuddling and cockwarming and being held, so I figured why not do it with Changbin? ❣
❣ Any type of feedback is appreciated! Whether it be a simple like, reblog, or keyboard smash and the most essay-like comment, feel free to share your thoughts. ❣
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Prompt || Bucky and Reader getting sick at the same time. — Requested by @raqnarokr <3
Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader
Word Count || Around 600
Contents & Warnings || Mild Angst — Bucky and Reader being kind of mean to each other.
Random prompt event || Masterlist
Usually, when either Bucky or you were sick, the other would be all healthy and good to take care of the other—making warm and delicious soup, giving the best snugs and cuddles. And just overall, be the most fantastic caretaker that would, to the best of their abilities, nurse them back to health.
But this time was the first where you and he were sick simultaneously as you'd both come down with a nasty cold. It proved to be quite challenging and annoying for both of you to be sick as you and he would, most of the time, have different needs for how to stay comfortable and for taking care of your symptoms. And you would snap at each other constantly.
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Despite the thick fluffy sweater you were wearing while bundled up in a blanket on the sofa and cuddling close and tight to your sick boyfriend, you still shivered profusely and desperately clung to everything for that little bit of extra warmth. And Bucky was starting to complain that he was burning up.
“Doll, I feel like I'm in a furnace and dying,” he whined in a hoarse voice as he pushed himself away from you with his weak strength to sit on the opposite side of the sofa.
“No, please don't leave me,” you uttered weakly, “I'm so cold.”
“I can't. Just let me be. I'm so hot,” he said rather annoyingly as he situated himself on the other end and took off his warm sweater.
Luckily, Alpine jumped up to you and snuggled with you instead in the bundle of warmth while your grumpy boyfriend sat all cold and alone.
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Bucky was coughing and sneezing like crazy for the last hour, and with the raging headache you were having, each noise from him was like an extra aching punch straight to your head.
“... ugh why is this happening to me?” Bucky whined after a violent coughing fit, and not a second later, he went straight on to have a sneezing fit.
You were absolutely losing it, almost at the brink of tears due to how in pain and uncomfortable you were. And since you had no energy to move, you had to endure Bucky's fits, but now, you've honestly had enough of it.
“Can you please just shut up, Bucky! My head's killing me! Please, can you just be a little bit quiet and more considerate,” you sobbed.
“I'm sorry, doll, but what do you want me to do? It's not like I can help it!” He uttered before he continued with his fits.
Taking one of the decorative pillows, you clamped it around your head and over your ears to block out his sounds.
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After a week, you and Bucky were starting to feel much better and return to your true selves. And you both acknowledge that you'd been quite mean to one another while sick.
So after you both had a refreshing and much-needed shower, you apologized to each other.
“Bucky, I'm so sorry that I was so mean to you and yelled when you were having your fits,” you said while getting ready for bed, “I hope you know I didn't mean any of it. I love you.”
“Hey.” He made you stop what you were doing and turned you around to face him, palms cradling your cheeks. “It's ok, doll. We were both sick and not ourselves. I love you as well, and I'm sorry for leaving you all alone when you needed me the most.”
“It's ok,” you replied as you stood on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck, your noses brushing, “let's just try and not get sick at the same time again, ok? It was not fun.”
“Definitely not,” he chuckled as he pressed a long and loving kiss to your lips, a sensation you’d both missed and craved for the past week while you were both sick.
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affectionate drunk (peter parker x gn!reader)
It’s 1 am on a Saturday night, and bringing home a drunk peter wasn’t in your plans.
Well it hadnt been, until he told you Friday night that Mj and Ned wanted to celebrate his birthday in advance (his birthday wasn’t for another week, but they needed a sound excuse to get wasted), calling it ‘pre-birthday party’ was such a lame label you’d told him as such (“you know you can just get drunk like normal people, right?”).
So, after you’d picked him up and he’d sang loudly to the radio he forced you to turn up despite it being the dead of night, you got him inside the front door.
“I love you so much, you know that?”
“I love you too, baby. I hope you know that too.”
“And I really love,” he drags out the words as he tries leaning in. He only manages to trip over his own feet to whisper into your ear, “when you fuck me, you know that?”
You chuckle, and your hand resting on his waist pets it slowly.
“I do know that, you tell me everytime,”
He groans exasperated, and leans in fully to bring his arms around your neck. It’s almost like a hug, if you weren’t basically holding his weight up.
“God, because it’s so true. Can we do it now?”
Your eyebrows fly up, amused. “You’re drunk, sweetheart. You know I won’t.”
He whines and tucks his face into your neck. You feel his warm nose rub the length of your throat.
“But I really want to. I want you, see?”
His hand grabs at yours to pull it down, and the back of your limp hand feels the hardness in his pants. Your gut burns, but despite this you refuse.
“I’ll reward you tomorrow, that sound good?”
He doesn’t say anything, but nods with vigor and accepts your answer, of course, as he wouldn’t push despite being drunk.
“Now let’s get you to bed, tipsy.”
He steps (stumbles) towards your bedroom, and you resist a giggle when he walks halfway into the doorway. Finally, your reach the duvets, you drop right in the middle of it. He shimmies his way under the covers, you smile.
“Snug as a bug in a rug, huh?”
He talks halfway smushed into the pillow, “Hold me,”
Your heart, like it always does with him, throbs with the intensity of love. Feeling no reason to deny this very tempting offer you crawl right beside him and cuddle him into a restful sleep.
It’s a few hours when you wake up, your eyes open to your ceiling and shuffling at your side.
You automatically turn your head to look at the clock at your bedside table and you see it’s 10 in the morning. Your turn to look at Peter, and finds him laying at his side looking at your already.
“Hey,” his voice is raspy, a voice you won’t admit to you being very weak to it. There’s a sort of intimacy of sleeping and waking up to someone right by your side.
“Hello there, feeling better?”
He nods, and rubs his face unconsciously into the side of your arm. “Much.”
You nod, “why’re you awake?”
At this question he doesn’t answer at first, and now he tucks his head lower as if to hide. He stays there and his answer is muffled when he responds.
“You said I’d get a reward,”
“At 10 in the morning?”
He peeks up to glare at you.
“And also, technically I said that at 1 am, so your reward wouldn’t be until tomorrow.”
His eyes turn a bit desperate, as if he’s craving it so badly even jokes and banter pains him at the thought of losing it. This realisation has your body warming.
“Please,” it’s one word, but his breath catches and it sounds almost broken. He doesn’t know how much you want him, sometimes you wonder if this craving you feel for him is a newtons cradle between the two of you, a steady slam of desire and love going back and forth.
You smile, like you do so easily at him, and give in.
“Want to turn around?”
He does so without word, duvets and blankets twisting and turning. You grin.
Your hand drags down to his chest first, feeling his nipples outside of the fabric. He sucks in a breath. Immediately his legs start moving. He does it subconsciously, a squirmer to the core, it’s incredibly endearing.
You slip your hand under the shirt and feel his abs, they’re warm, like every other part of him. But then you drag your nails over his nipples before pinching them. Peter moans this time, and it has your hips grinding against his ass just once to satiate the heat that blooms at your crotch. He arches back to meet your grind, but in a strong act of self control you put your hand on his hip only once to still him.
Your hand goes to his shorts, and he lifts himself awkwardly at his side to get them and his underwear off. His cock bobs to nearly slap at his lower stomach.
You feel almost in a hurry once your hand grabs his warm dick, and you realise that you’re feeling a little out of control out of desperation. You want him so badly you ache. He gasps, and humps into your hand, “please, please!” His voice breaks, and you lay your lips by his ear.
“You want to cum?” He gets goosebumps as soon as you speak.
“Yes.”
“Do it, then.”
He immediately starts grinding into your fist. You don’t help, and instead smirk behind him. It only takes a little while of huffing and puffing, but soon Peter seems to realise that it’s not enough.
“I need help, please,” he stutters, and his voice sounds a little wet.
“Really? You do? What do you want me to do?”
He whines, and grinds slowly into your fist again, a few trickles of precum slides down.
“Jerk me off.”
“Like this?” Your slowly drag your first down the length of his hand and back up again, he gasps with the relief it brings him. More precum appears.
“Yes! Yes!”
“Alright then.”
And with that, you start jerking him off fast and hard. He chokes in surprise, before his moans start coming uncontrollably. You’re mean with your pace, and you don’t let down even when your arm starts hurting.
Soon you know he’s about to cum, his voice starts pitching higher and higher.
“Fuck, fuck! I’m-,”
“Is my baby gonna cum? Yeah?”
He nods fast and clumsily, and right as he’s on the edge, you stop. And Peter, who’s been through sadism and games with you before, sobs.
“Shhh baby. You knew that would happen, didn’t you? I’m so mean, aren’t I?”
It’s patronising, mean. And you feel him throb in your hand. You resist grinding against him for relief. You kiss the length of his sweaty neck and his tear stained cheek lovingly.
Feeling he’s had enough, you start again. Your pace isn’t as fast as before, but rather affectionate.
“Alright, I’ll let you come now. You’re always being so good, so polite for me. You’re a good boy, Peter, you know that?”
He cries and jumps into your hand. “I-I love you, s-so much.”
Your heart shoots into your throat and you smile widely. “I love you too, baby. More than anything.”
and with that, he comes.
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☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰
— embrace of the spider
miguel o'hara cuddle headcanons
miguel is not initially the most physically affectionate person, given his guarded nature.
when miguel cuddles, he tends to keep his arms wrapped securely around you, providing a sense of protection and safety. his touch is firm yet gentle, his fingertips tracing soothing patterns along your back.
he appreciates the warmth and comfort of cuddling, finding solace in the closeness and the feeling of another person's heartbeat against his own. it helps him let his guard down and allows him to temporarily escape the weight of his responsibilities.
miguel secretly craves affection and emotional connection. cuddling provides him with a space to express vulnerability, allowing him to feel accepted and loved without fear of judgment.
miguel enjoys running his fingers through your hair or lightly stroking your cheek while cuddling. these gentle gestures serve as a way for him to show his affection and care, even if his words may not always express it.
he appreciates the quiet moments during cuddling, relishing in the stillness and the shared presence with the other person. it's a chance for him to escape the chaos of his world and simply exist in the peaceful embrace.
sometimes, miguel may bury his face in the crook of your neck, finding comfort in your scent and the closeness of your body. it's a vulnerable act for him, as it exposes his need for intimacy and connection.
miguel is an excellent listener, and while you cuddle, he pays close attention to the details of your day or any worries that may be on your mind. he's there to provide a listening ear and offer words of support and comfort.
despite his busy schedule, miguel always makes time for cuddling. whether it's a quick cuddle session in the morning before he swings off or a long, leisurely cuddle on the couch during a lazy evening, he prioritizes these moments with you.
he loves to pepper your face and neck with gentle kisses, each one filled with adoration and affection. his lips leave a trail of warmth wherever they touch, eliciting soft sighs and contented smiles.
sometimes, after a particularly exhausting day, miguel might fall asleep while cuddling. his breathing steadies and his grip around you relaxes, but he remains a steadfast presence, providing a sense of security even in his slumber.
on colder nights, miguel enjoys cuddling under a cozy blanket, creating a little cocoon of warmth and tenderness. he holds you tight, ensuring that you're shielded from the chill and surrounded by his comforting embrace.
miguel enjoys cuddling in various positions, depending on the mood and level of comfort. sometimes you'll find yourselves spooning, with miguel as the big spoon, his body molded against yours. other times, he may lay his head on your chest while you run your fingers through his hair.
miguel has a knack for finding the coziest spots in the house for cuddling. he might lead you to a snug corner on the couch with plush pillows or suggest snuggling up in a nest of blankets on the floor. no matter where you are, he transforms the space into a haven of comfort.
miguel's voice has a soothing quality that intensifies the calming effect of cuddling. he often whispers sweet words or hums soft melodies as you rest together, creating a tranquil ambiance that helps you both relax and unwind.
if either of you is feeling sad or overwhelmed, miguel's cuddles become a safe space for emotional release. he'll hold you tightly, allowing you to cry or vent, and he'll offer words of comfort and understanding without judgment. his presence alone is a source of solace during difficult times.
he appreciates the simplicity of silence when cuddling. sometimes, there's no need for words or deep conversations. just being together, sharing a peaceful silence, is enough to reaffirm your connection and create a sense of tranquility.
he loves surprise cuddles. he'll sneak up behind you when you least expect it, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. the sudden embrace never fails to make you feel loved and cherished.
a big fan of cuddling outdoors. whether it's a cozy evening under the stars or a lazy afternoon in a hammock, he enjoys the fresh air and natural surroundings while snuggling up with you. it adds an extra touch of adventure and romance to your cuddle sessions.
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𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞
𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐫-𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff, cuddling, morning cuddles, sleepy cuddles, adam lives, scars, morning after, mild smut warning, cock warming, ptsd (implied/referenced), post bathroom trap
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: adam spends a lazy morning with you.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): warning: use of the word c*nt and c*ck, brief moment including cum, bullet wound scars/scars in general that should be it, enjoy this fluff fic let with best boy (who deserves the world and should of gotten out of that bathroom) whilst i recover from losing 2/3 of a current adam fic im writing 🤭 -𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞
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you exhale sleepily, slowly waking from a deep slumber. your body is completely relaxed, tangled in your lovers limbs. your head is snug against his shoulder, absorbing his warmth. adam is still asleep, his soft snores slightly muffled by his pillow. you realise you’ve drooled upon his bare, pale skin a little after moving your head, and you gently wipe it away, kissing his shoulder gently. adam doesn’t flinch, still fast asleep. your hands massage his back, and adam let’s out a soft noise; snuggling closer as his arms squeeze you. your boyfriend is completely knocked out, hands limp against your lower back. you decide to not disrupt him, simply savouring the moment with him. adam’s freelance schedule always got busy, so the two of you didn’t get to spend much time together in the mornings. you always crave mornings with adam, wanting to make him breakfast and cuddle on the couch with coffee, yet your lover always ran out the door with a piece of toast and a flask of coffee.
as your body comes alive and your brain turns on, you can feel him still snug inside your cunt. your stomach flutters and your walls squeeze him slightly. his cock twitches softly, and adam hums, snuggling closer. every inch of your skin was on his and you were cozy and warm against his chest. eventually, as you blink lazily, your fingers gently run over the scar upon his shoulder; where lawrence had shot him. you trace circles over the scar, pressing a warm kiss to his shoulder. adam’s skin around the area is soft, yet the scar feels rough in contrast. he hums, arms squeezing you tightly to his body. adam inhales, and you sit still, waiting for him to ease back into a deep sleep. “g’morning.” adam mutters, kissing your head gently. “i didn’t mean to wake you.” you respond, voice groggy. “s’okay, babe.” your lover yawns, relaxing afterwards. his chin rests upon your head and you cuddle closer. “you sleep okay?” adam asks, and you hum. “yeah, did you?” you fight off your own yawn as adam hums. “yeah, as best i could. same old dreams, but it wasn’t too bad.” he responds, lips bumping your forehead.
you hum, frowning a little. “i’m sorry.” you mutter, and he chuckles a little. “don’t be, it can’t be helped. at least i didn’t kick you this time.” he jokes, and you giggle softly. “yeah, true.” you reply, tucking your head under his neck and onto his chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heart. adam runs his hand up your back, then trails it back down; relishing the calm moment. your own hands gently squeeze his sides and he returns the feeling by carefully kissing your forehead and humming gently. “you mean so much to me.” you remind him, and adam hums gently. “i know, you tell me this every other day.” he mutters, kissing your neck. “i like to remind you.” you respond easily, carefully running your hands up his back. adam sighs, closing his eyes once more as he savours the passing seconds. you pull away to kiss his lips, and he hums, tilting his head to gently kiss you back. “you’re so sweet, you know that?” adam smiles, completely love-drunk as you gently stroke his cheek with your palm. “mhm.” you smile too, kissing him once more. “i love mornings like this.” adam states between each soft kiss. “i do too. you should get more days off so we can spend more time together like this.” you suggest, and adam sighs. “i know, but as nice as this is i cant. we need the money.”
it’s true that you and adam aren’t the richest people in the world, but you had enough to get by. to you that’s all you need considering adam was stressed by all these deadlines he had to complete. “i’m not asking you to quit your job, adam. i just want to spend more time with you.” you mutter, running your fingers through his messy, sleep-ridden hair. “i know. i didn’t mean it like that.. i just stress over money sometimes, you know? i want to give you everything you deserve.” adam frowns, kissing you sweetly. “i don’t need all that as long as im with you.” you sigh, tucking your head under his chin once more. adam smiles, squeezing you tight. “i love you.” he states, burying his face into your hair. “i love you too.” you smile, heart exploding with pure adoration for your boyfriend. you both lay in silence, savouring each passing minute with each other. at one point, you think adam’s fallen asleep due to how quiet he is. “i love you so much, adam.” you mutter, kissing his chest, next to his scar. “i love you too, sweetheart.” adam replies, hands massaging soft circles over your back.
“do you want some breakfast?” you smile, and adam chuckles. “yes, please.” you and adam both know you’ve been trying to get him to sit down and have breakfast with you for a long time. “great. i’ll make your french toast..?” you suggest, yet he hums. “make it pancakes. i’m feeling like having something different today.” adam kisses your forehead as you sit up, hands resting upon his chest. “okay, baby.” you’re radiating happiness and to adam it’s infectious, leaning down to kiss his lips softly. adam grasps your arms, stealing a few more kisses from your sweet lips as if it were a nectar before letting you go. “thank you, baby. i’ll get dressed and be there soon.” adam stretches as you get up. you cringe a little as you feel his cum seep down your thighs, but smile a bit afterwards.
you quickly clean up in the bathroom and pull on a pair of panties as well as adam’s favourite band shirt that fell to your thighs. you stretch, popping your spine pleasantly. you walk to the kitchen, setting up the stove and a pan, getting some pancake batter. you carefully set two plates upon the counter and begin making pancakes. you feel pure domestic bliss as you hear adam getting up in the bedroom. for once the footsteps aren’t rushed, and your smile grows. “hey, baby.” adam mumbles, hugging you from behind and burying his face into your neck. “hi.” you respond, leaning back into his chest. his hands gently rub your hips, and you hum softly, resting your head upon his shoulder. “i love you…” he whispers into your ear, kissing your ear. you intertwine your non-dominant hand with his, grasping a spatula and flipping the pancake easily. adam goes to let go, but you tug his hand so his chest presses into your back. adam chuckles gently, kissing your temple. “don’t mess up the pancakes.” he warns, voice teasing. “i wont. i’m basically a professional.” you respond, and adam laughs softly. “are you now?” he grins, hands slipping onto your abdomen, fingers rubbing gentle circles that makes your stomach do backflips.
“i love you.” you smile, leaning into him, swaying slightly. “i love you too, baby.” he responds, tilting your head to kiss your lips. “let me flip the pancakes.” you gently hit his arm and adam pulls away, hooded eyes looking over your face and you smile. you pick the pancake up, slipping it onto a plate. adam pulls away after a single kiss to your neck and you work on making more pancakes. your brain goes into autopilot as you make more pancakes, thinking about how lucky you both are. you’re lucky that adam actually chose you out of the other girls in his photography class in college, and he was lucky that lawrence managed to call the police and have him rescued. you remember that night. you were up all night, crying at your best friend’s house until your cellphone received the dreaded call. you received the news that you were his emergency contact and that he’d been a victim of a brutal crime, and you immediately rushed to the hospital to aid him. you barely let him out of your sight unless it was work, even then you were anxious.
“you think that’s enough pancakes?” adam teases, and you realise just how many you had made whilst thinking. “sorry..!” you giggle, finishing the final pancake and plating it. “i was just thinking.” you add on, voice quiet. “about what?” he smiles. “about how lucky i am.” you turn, holding both plates. you gently kiss his lips, and adam smiles. “i think i’m the lucky one.” adam mutters, kissing you once more before accepting a plate. “we’ve got the entire day together… would you want to go out for lunch?” adam asks and you grin. “yeah, that sounds amazing.” you reply, kissing his lips once more.
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