Mr. Whatsit/Henry Creel Domestic Life Headcannons - SFW/NSFW - GN reader
●Henry is an early riser. He is always the first one out of bed in the morning out of the both of you. After waking up, the smell of a robust blend of freshly brewed coffee would be so thick that you could practically taste it. He'd be sitting at the kitchen table, reading this morning's newspaper with a steaming mug of black coffee. No cream, no milk, no sugar. Plain black. He'd be half dressed, hair still messy, all put together with a 5 o'clock shadow.
●His hands are ALWAYS cold. Day or night, relaxed or in motion, his hands would constantly stay cold. And he would always make it a point to touch any exposed skin he could when your guard was completely down. You'd be cleaning up after dinner, the sleeves to your shirt rolled up and wrist deep in dishwater. Suddenly, you'd feel the familiar cold hands under your shirt right on your bare skin. He'd chuckle at your gasp. "You're so warm, love."
●Henry would love to take you out for a night on the town every chance he got. He wasn't one for attention from strangers, but there was an immense feeling of pride and cockiness when he had you, the absolute love of his life wrapped around his right arm while the two of you passed others around you on the sidewalk. He held his head high with deep pride, he never cared what others thought about the two of you either.
●Henry knows how to waltz and very well, too. One evening, after he came home early from work while in his study, Henry was flipping through records to put on for just sound in the background. When his fingers skimmed across the Etta James album he had tucked all the way in the back, a grin would paint his features. After he'd put it in the gramophone, he'd call you down to dance with him for a spell.
●Henry absolutely loves and craves sleepy morning sex. He already had to fall asleep spooning you, so in the morning, when your ass would be pushed up right against his morning wood, he'd bite his lip and slowly, sensually, let his long fingers glide from your exposed midriff to the back of your knee. His lips would be right behind your ear, already taking in shallow breaths with each grind of his hips.
●Henry loved making you climax more than once. Rather it be with his mouth, his fingers, or his cock. His favorite in particular would be how your body would curl and tense up right before you hit climax. He loved watching you fall apart right under him, all because of him.
●Henry definitely is the one to talk you through it. He'd have to keep his chilly hands glued right to the arch of your back. Nothing could possibly make him unravel faster. You, desperately crying his name with each deep, raw thrust. He'd continue to fuck you through it, just so he could watch how your body convulsed with intense waves of overstimulation.
●Henry is very insistent and religious when it comes to aftercare. He's giving the whole nine yards. A warm blanket, water, holding you close, speaking low and faint to bring you back down to earth with him. He'd even fluff your pillows to make you all the more comfortable. Henry was always willing to go above and beyond the extra mile to keep you safe and cared for.
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