~Babybatter~ Charcoal Cookie x Reader
plot: Charcoal Cookie is silently going thru the motions with baby fever and wants the reader BADLY.
(readers name is cajun crab cookie (also yes the reader has a name pls dont throw me out a window Dx) also hii guys im back from the dead lol.)
Charcoal cookie sat at one side of the bed while you laid on the other. though he’s faced away from you his head is clearly staring at the floor in thought, his forearms rest on his knees and his legs spread apart. for a while you faces the other way, waiting for him to come lay behind you and hold you. eventually you turned to face him, curious of what he’s thinking. after being hit with yet another wave of silence, you sat up ans scooted next to him.
“what’s on your mind love?” your eyebrows furrowed with worry.
“ah, never ye mind, im just thinkin.”
“like?”
then he turns to you his large hands on the edge of your shoulders. he gives a little hum before he’s gathers together what he wants to say. his eyes stare into yours
“…how would ye feel… about bearin my children..?”
there was another brief silence,
until you actually processed his question.
oh…
…Oh..!
the question took you by surprise. you were expecting a lot of potential things but not that…~
you felt a warmth spread to every inch of your body, your eyes went wide and you felt something deep inside you throb at the idea.
“i’d like that…<3” you put a lazy hand to his chest, while his eyes focused on you. he put a hand on both of yours gently squeezing them. you expected him to press you into the sheets right then and there, but instead just leaned in to kiss your forehead and give you a soft kiss on the lips after.
“tomorrow…i’m wantin this to be a special night…” you nod, slightly disappointed but very excited for what was to come. eventually you let out yawn and that cues you and him that it’s time to go to bed “cmere lass let’s rest.” he says exhaustion painting his face. you lay back down in the position you were in previously with a sleepy charcoal cookie closely spooning you. he mumbled something, presumably to the spirits before knocking out for the night and soon enough you were out like a light too.
in the morning, you were awoken by soft kisses being planted on the back of your neck which traveled to your shoulders. this took you by surprise, Charcoal was never really this intimate in the mornings. a lot of time he was awake before you getting dressed in his usual attire or if he was still in bed when you woke up, he would mumble in his sleep and pull you closer to him. “mmm…charcoal..?” he shifted in bed to give you a kiss on the cheek, “g’morning lassie…” he sounded just as sleepy as you if not more. “what’s with the kisses dear?” he hums a little ‘i don’t know’ continues coating you in kisses. “ye just look pretty is all.” you sleepily giggle as he places a kiss on the back of your neck. the more he kisses that spot the more you giggle and squirm a little in his grasp “ah, that tickles love!” you gently exclaim.
eventually after a relentless barrage of kisses he finally lets you go and sits up in bed and you follow. he stares at the wall for a bit, quietly mumbling to whatever spirits were listening. you join him in staring at the wall ahead of you both. you hand automatically going to hold charcoal’s. in the midst of your gaze, you notice his coat and the noticeable medium-sized hole in it. “i’ve been getting better at mending, maybe i can fix your coat…” you trail off in a bit of a daze. charcoal cookie’s head turns from the wall to you.
“…why thank ye crabbie.” his eyes soften as he leans over and kisses the top of your head. his eyes linger on you
“Crabbie…” he gently squeezes your hand again. “do ye still want to…” his thumb rubs the back of your hand
you hold his hand with both of yours and look him lovingly in the eye. “of course my love,” you bring his hand to cup your face and smile. “i wouldn’t want this with anyone else…~<3”
he smiles, his gaze shifts to your hands as he replays what you said in his mind. he sighs, its always little comments like that that starts a fire in him
a raging fire that can only be put out by you and your touch.
you lean against him “im excited for tonight,” you whisper. he stares at you, part of him growing impatient. he almost didn’t want to wait but instead he wanted to pin you back into the bed and make love then and there.
you look up at him, god he looks so pretty when he’s tired. “we ought to get ready for the day” you pulled away from his touch gently earning a split-second frown from charcoal cookie. “very well,” he said eyes closed. “i’ll make porridge, ye go on ‘n shower”
you followed his gentle command, taking a nice hot shower. once you were done, wrapped in a towel, you went back into the shared room to get your clothes and ice you got them you began to change. out of the corner of your eye you were looking you saw your beloved, trying desperately to keep his attention on the porridge cooking in the black cauldron in the small fireplace.
to charcoal cookie this was nothing new, the both of you changed infront of each other many times but this time he would turn back to sneak a peak at you and at the kind of undergarments you’d be wearing when he would ‘unwrap’ you later tonight. that’s when…
he saw it..!
the cute cherry red and white panties that he defined as his favorite being put on~
charcoal cookie choked on a sliver of his own spit and quickly turned back to the cauldron
“honey..?”
“yes darlin’?”
“are you alright?” he heard the sound of soft footsteps hitting the floor in his direction and the wood floor creak from you squatting next to him.
he avoids looking at you, he will NOT be able to control himself if he takes any more peaks. “a-ah! uhh, Bowls!” “i be needin’ bowls, ye dont mind if i get those do ye?” he slightly lets himself give in and takes a peak at you and oh boy,
you look heavenly.
wet puffy hair drapes down your back and cutesy tanned complexion illuminated by the fire. you’re in nothing but a lacey bra that showcases your chest perfectly and the matching lace underwear that charcoal cookie went crazy for whenever he saw them on you.
but alas he forced himself to look away from his lovely wife and look to for bowls.
after the bowls are found and the two of you are dressed and ate, he grabs his staff and leaves the room ans goes down one hall while you grab the spare lantern and head the other way, ready to aid the restless spirits.
minutes turned into hours, and hour upon hours goes by.
you came back to the room at 10:15 your usual time. may as well start getting ready to ‘surprise’ him.
you start humming and brushing your hair, tending to each little curl and coil. you honestly got distracted in your current task so distracted that you didn’t notice your husband come in.
as you stand at the dresser it takes you by a little surprise when you notice hands plant onto the sides of the dresser next to you and feel his crotch graze into you. you gasp and put down your brush
“evening darlin’…~”
“hi honey~”
he put his hands on your waist not moving them or rutting into you. watching… and waiting…
“are ye ready for me to, erm, take…you..?~” he asks gently. you absolutely love when he is cute and awkward all while simultaneously being a gentleman.~❤︎
you turn your body to face him, his face is beyond flustered his eyes focused on you and your figure. you put your arms around your neck and hold him into a loving embrace to which he hugs back.
you lean in closer to his ear and whisper: “please take me hon, and don’t stop until your satisfied~”
he pulls away from the hug and leads you to the bed. you take off your shoes and lay down onto the bed staring at charcoal cookie as he hangs up his jacket, slip off his shoes and step towards the bed. the bed creaks as he shifts onto the mattress, pinning you to the sheets. he stares down at you eyes swelling with need, pent-up lust and adoration. his heart swelled as he saw you there, looking at him with that beautiful smile of yours
the same smile that reminded him why he fell in love with you, why he pursued you, why he married you~
and it drove him mad
“before we start, are- are ye sure this be what ye want?”
you didn’t follow, “of course i would dear, why wouldn’t i?”
“i mean, if ye fall pregnant tonight, the ‘ole process will all be a lot on yer mind, body, and soul. yer sure ye want this with…me..?”
“i know, i know what being pregnant is going to do to me, but I’m willing to take that risk with you!” “it makes no sense to bring a child into this world with anyone else…” “are you sure this is what you want charcoal?” you look up at him with concern.
“of course. i was just thinking…” you put a hand to his face which pulls him out of his spiral.
“well your thinking too hard!” you furrow your brow. “the nice thing about tonight is that you won’t have to think too hard, well, not with your head at least.” that gets a chuckle out of him, which gets a smile out of you.
“please, take me charcoal cookie, i need you~” his eyes soften and he leans in to kiss you.
then he kisses you again, and again, and again and then he kisses you one more time. this last kiss lingers longer than the others, his tongue lapping at your tongue and the rest of your mouth. the two of you shift in the bed to grind on each other. you grip onto the sides of his face to deepen the kiss further and he copies your actions onto you.
eventually, you both break up the kiss you hands linger on the sides of your husbands face while his hands go down to your thighs, opening them up to let himself in further.
his hands return upwards hastily unbuttoning your blouse and slipping off you pants and slipping off his own blouse as well. the second he lays eyes on your pair of lacey undergarments he stares for a short minute before laying ontop of you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck, your shoulders and your collarbone.
god, you were in ecstasy~❤︎
you moaned quietly, breathing heavily and whining for more.
occasionally during these kisses he would softley lick your skin.
“mhph, ah, ye taste so good lassie…”
“…good enough to eat…~”
he pushes himself off of you and goes down far enough so that his head aligns with your panties. he slips them off of you slowly and into the pocket of his pants
he opened your legs back up and immediately got to it. his girthy fingers rubbing and gently fingerfucking you at a pace that drove you mad.
“mphh…ah~… charcoal, p-please…~” you reached down to touch his head, a gentle plead to go farther. his fingers kept moving in and out of you the pace quickening suddenly he pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tounge.
Oh God~
OH GOD!~
the pacing was much faster than his previous one, fast and passionate. almost as if he’s been starved of you for god knows how long and wasn’t going to waste time digging in. you clamped a hand to your mouth to keep you quiet but your hand barely did much to stop your noise.
charcoal cookie was in heaven from the taste of you! and the way you gripped his luscious hair didn’t help. he groaned as his tongue penetrated his wife’s entrance. the more he went on, lapping up your cream, the wetter and wetter you became. eventually your hips grind against his face and tounge, desperate for release.
that’s when he stopped.
you whined for him to continue but he’s ready to do something different. he sat back up, an extremely hard boner tightening his pants. the second he unzipped his fly and took off his pants, his boner sprang up, twitching with need. you admired his body, his stocky figure, his callused skin, his body hair, and those beautiful blue eyes that stared back at you with nothing but love in his heart.
he leaned in to kiss you, with one hand unclipping your bra and gently fondling your chest. dispite your efforts to stay quiet your moans couldn’t help but get louder.
“ahh ahh ahh mmph please more oh please give me more my love-“ his hand on you chest goes to your mouth. “quiet now lass, we don’t want to disturb the crumbled, do we now~?” you shake your head staring at him with pleading eyes. “good gal, ye stay quiet now, understand~?” you nod, heeding his order. charcoal takes his hand off of you and positions himself better.
“please please please fuck me dearest, i can’t wait anymore…~” you adorably beg. “can’t wait hm? i ought to do something about that.~” he lined his tip to your entrance. “i’ll be gentle.~” he said as he leaned in once more coating one of your breast’s in kisses and fondling rhe other with his hand.
as he slid more and more of himself in, (making sure to stay true to his promise of being gentle) you gasp and softly moan but surprisingly stay quiet enough or at least a level of noise your husband enjoys /can tolerate. when he was all the way in he groaned laying his head on one of the bosoms he was coating with kisses, resting his hand on the other. “ah, crabbie~” you smiled, ever since he proposed to you, he’s called you that. you love his little nicknames and the memories behind each one.
as you stared at him going back to kissing your chest and thrusting gently, a memory of a conversation you had with him flashed through your mind:
“i dunno to me, our moments in bed have a different meaning now…” he admired you in the mirror behind you putting his hands to your hips.
“what do you mean love?” you said tying your hair back.
“since i got engaged to ye, it became less and less about just relieving some stress...”
“…it became one of me new ways of saying “i cherish ye…””
your mind flashes back to the present moaning and gasping softly once more at his gentle thrusts, that is until you whisper a flirty: “deeper~” in his ear.
his gentle pace continued but he pushed himself deeper into you, softly drumming on your g-spot. you were in a sweet agony at his pace, you needed him faster, harder. you looked him in the eye pleadingly and beg “darling please, harder, mmm, faster please dear.”
and faster and harder he went!<3 he pounded into you at a pace that had you seeing stars and struggling to keep yourself quiet. he stared down at you admiring you squirming slightly with each thrust. he leaned back in planting kisses on every surface of your tanned skin he could find, savoring you and the way you feel around him.
“what a pretty lass ye are, always taking me perfectly ev’rytime~” you close you eyes and gasp with each thrust, relishing in his words.
“yer always turning me on, ye dirty lass heh…”
“cajun crab cookie, i must be the luckiest man alive… just seein’ ye like this be a luxury…” you feel him go deeper, teasing your cervix.
“mph, ahh hah, gimme…” you trailed off too clouded by pleasure to think straight. “what is it lass, what are ye wantin’~?” he teased
“if it’s babybatter yer wantin’, i’ll give ye babybatter~!” he groaned.
“oh yes…~!” you cup his face and stare into his pretty blue downturned eyes. “oh charcoal,~” you sigh and smile. “im so glad the witches gave me you, you’ve been my best blessing out of them all!”
that sends him over the edge.
he pushes himself farther inside, he his thrusts get faster and he’s fucking you with a sense of urgency. his breath grows heavier with an occasional groan every now and then. the bed frame starts to creak louder lightly knocking against the wall the back of the bed is up against.
“gah, ah ah, crabbie…O Crabbie!” he kisses you neck with a greedy fervor savoring your taste more. you grab at his back and hair streaming down his back. “yes, fuck— ah yess charcoal, more, more, MORE PLEASE~ oh god, i cant-”
that’s when the flash of the same memory hit you. to you, you never understood exactly what he ment by “cherish ye”…
but to charcoal cookie, sex became his way of not just showing his love but also a way for showing how far his devotion to you went, a new way of appreciating every aspect of you. each kiss a reminder of what you mean to him, each thrust a vow, and every orgasm an “i love you” so passionate, he hopes so desperately you hear.
“ah, gaah—!” charcoal groans. “crabbie… ye feel like ‘eaven. ain’t sure how, long i can go on~!” his hand mindlessly feel you up and down adding more fuel to his fire.
“then please love…” you begin “…let go and give me every last drop…~”
his thrusts grew sloppier and messier. he hides his face in the crook of your neck, groaning and whispering more sweet nothings till his hips come to an abrupt halt and his cream floods your insides, triggering your orgasm not too long after.
the two of you are left gasping for air, holding each other tight while coming down from your highs. you both stare at each other, admiring the other’s beauty.
“yer gonna make a great mother lass, i just know it..”
“could say the same about you, you’re gonna make a lovely father.”<3
“i should get ye cleaned up-” he readied to pull out and fetch some towels but you stopped him. “or i could get you cleaned up.” you offered. “bah, not a chance heh, yer staying ‘ere. lemme spoil ye tonight lass…” you playfully sighed in defeat. he gently pulled out of you, the both of you missing the sensation of each other but he still continued to go fetch the towels and clean you up.
after all that the two of you lay together holding each other tight. charcoal gripped you to his chest while you started to drift off.
as you drift more and more you can’t help but fantasize about your new life with charcoal cookie and your soon-to-be baby dough. excited for what was to come. ❤︎
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