ʚɞ - warnings: established relationship, morning sex, spooning, fingering, creampie, praise kink (??), soft dom chris, slight overstim. please let me know if i missed anything!
ʚɞ - word count: 1.6k
smutmas schedule here .ᐟ
the apartment is freezing when you wake up, cold air leaking in from somewhere you never bothered to find, but the bed is warm. warm because chris is still pressed against your back, his chest heavy and slow with sleep, his breath ghosting over the curve of your shoulder. soft sunlight slips through the half closed blinds, thin and gold, landing across the sheets in crooked stripes. the nightstand is a mess from last night. half eaten christmas cookies on a plate, two empty hot chocolate mugs, a string of red and green sprinkles stuck to the rim of one.
you shift just enough to look over your shoulder, and chris tightens his arm around your waist immediately. sleepy, instinctive, and needy.
his voice is scratchy when he murmurs into your skin, “don’t get up, baby”
you smile into the pillow. “chris, it’s freezing.”
he kisses at your neck like that’s supposed to fix anything, hips already nudging forward, lazy and slow. “then stay under the covers,” he mumbles, his tone soft, morning soft, the kind that always gets you. “m’not done with you anyway.”
the sheets rustle when he rolls his hips again, slow enough that you feel every inch, every drag. he’s half hard already, body waking up before his voice does, pressing against you with that slow, heavy need he only ever has in the mornings.
your breath catches. “you’re insane.”
chris laughs quietly. low, warm, still half asleep. his fingers slide over your stomach, then lower, drifting beneath the blankets. “mm, no…” he kisses your shoulder, open-mouthed and lazy. “just love you like this. all soft n’ warm n’ right here.”
his hand eases your thigh forward, opening you up for him. he moves slow, so slow it almost aches, like he has all the time in the world, like the sun won’t climb any higher unless he tells it to. outside the bed, the apartment is cold. inside it, chris is everywhere. heat and weight and steady breath.
“good girl,” he whispers when you arch back into him, his voice deeper now, waking fully. his hips roll again, lazy and controlled. “just like that. don’t go anywhere.”
his hand drifts lower, under the blanket, fingertips dragging across your hip, then between your thighs. he hums when he feels how warm you are. “see?” he whispers into your neck. “you’re already soft for me.”
your breath shudders. “chris…”
he plants kisses along your jaw, his voice so gentle it feels like it wraps around you. “let me make you feel good, baby. slow, okay?” he nudges your thigh forward with his knee, opening you up just enough. “just slow. s’too early for rushin’. wanna take my time with you.”
his fingers slide over your folds, teasing, lazy. like he’s exploring, not touching with intent. he drags his thumb up and down, collecting every bit of warmth you give him.
“fuck, sweetheart…” he exhales. “you’re so warm. you’re killing me.”
he pushes inside you with one finger, then another, slow enough you can feel every second of it. your hips twitch, your breath catching, and chris presses his mouth to your shoulder like he’s trying to soothe you through the burn.
“that’s it.” he pumps slowly, curling just right. “good girl. such a good girl for me in the morning.”
you’re barely holding yourself up on your elbow when he pulls his fingers out, only to guide himself between your thighs.
“lift your leg, baby,” he whispers, kissing the side of your neck. “wanna be inside you.”
you do, without thinking, and he groans at the sight. your body opening for him, all soft and sleepy and sweet.
he pushes in slowly, so slowly it takes your breath away. inch by inch. he’s still spooning you, every little stretch making your mouth fall open. every tiny movement pulling a sound from his throat.
“jesus christ,” his hand clamps onto your waist. “you feel… fuck, you feel perfect.”
when he bottoms out, his forehead presses to your shoulder, breath heavy and shaky.
“baby,” he says, voice cracking just slightly, “i love morning sex with you.”
you laugh breathlessly. “yeah?”
“yeah.” he pulls back and pushes in again, slow enough that the sheets shift with you. “you’re warm. you’re soft.” another thrust, deeper this time. “and you sound so pretty when you’re just wakin’ up. your voice is all raspy and shit, so fuckin’ sexy..”
your fingers grip the sheets infront of you as he sets a rhythm. slow, deliberate, dragging pleasure out of you inch by inch. the kind of pace that makes you whine. the kind that says he’s not letting you go for a while.
“chris!”
“shh.” he kisses your neck again, hips still rolling lazily into you. “i got you, baby. just let me fuck you slow. let me love you a little.”
the breeze sneaks in through the window, chilling the room, but every drag of his hips sinks heat deeper into you until you’re arching back against his chest, breath catching every time he pushes in just right. he notices. of course he notices. and his hand slides from your waist to your chest, pulling you back against him fully.
“fuck, baby…” his voice is barely a whisper. “you’re squeezin’ me so good. can’t even, fuck.” he groans softly, the sound vibrating through your back. “i don’t ever wanna get out of this bed.”
his hand trails lower again, fingertips skimming down your stomach until he finds your clit, circling slow, impossibly gentle. the kind of touch that feels like a promise. the kind that makes your legs shake.
“mm, that’s it,” he murmurs. “so perfect for me, sweet girl.”
you tilt your head back, eyes fluttering shut. “chris… i’m, god, i’m so close.”
he kisses your jaw, slow and lazy. “yeah? that fast?” another roll of his hips, his fingers matching the pace. “s’cause you’re my pretty little morning thing. always so needy before you’re even fully awake.”
your body reacts to his words, tightening around him, pressing back into every thrust like you’re begging without speaking.
“look at you,” chris whispers, his voice warm and breathy. “taking me so well. you know how crazy you make me?”
you try to answer, but all you manage is a choked little sound, half moan, half plea. his hand tightens on your hip, steadying you.
“yeah… that’s what i thought.” he presses his forehead to your shoulder, breath hot. “c’mon baby, cum for me. i wanna feel you.”
his fingers speed up just enough, still soft but so precise it steals your breath. and when he thrusts just a little deeper, right against that spot, you fall apart with a quiet gasp, body trembling in his arms.
chris groans like he’s the one coming undone. “oh my god, fuck, that’s it. squeeze me, baby… just like that.”
your climax rolls through you slow, warm, sweet, exactly like the morning light filling the room.
but chris doesn’t stop. he keeps moving inside you, gentler now, kissing the back of your neck as you come down, as your body softens again. he rubs your hip with his thumb, soothing, grounding.
“you okay?” he whispers, nose brushing your cheek.
you nod, breath shaky. “yeah… i’m okay.”
he smiles against your skin. “good. ‘cause i’m not done with you yet.”
he shifts behind you, just enough to angle your hips differently, and you feel him throb inside you. deep, slow, desperate.
“want you to cum with me this time,” he murmurs, voice low and warm. “wanna fill you up, baby. can i do that?”
you nod again, already melting, already ready.
chris settles his hand back on your hip, anchoring you against him. he rolls his hips forward again, slower than before, deeper, each thrust measured like he’s savoring the way you feel around him.
“that’s it…” he whispers. “let me in, baby.”
you whimper, still sensitive, but your body opens for him anyway. he feels it. every flutter, every squeeze, and it knocks a quiet groan out of him.
“fuck,” he mumbles into your shoulder. “you feel unreal. i’m not gonna last long like this.”
his hand finds your thigh, guiding you open just a little more. his cock drags inside you in slow, perfect strokes that hit so deep you swear you can feel him in your spine.
his other hand drifts down, fingers brushing your clit again, gentle and careful, like he’s touching something holy.
“chris.” your voice cracks.
“i know, baby,” he murmurs. “i know. come here… come back to it with me.”
he circles slowly, syncing his touch with each thrust. your hips move back into him on instinct, and he lets out a shaky laugh. “yeah… there you go. good girl. take it.”
the sheets shift, the house creaks softly in the winter cold, sunlight warming the crumbs on the nightstand. everything feels slow and golden.
“i’m close…” you breathe, voice trembling.
his breath stutters. “me too. fuck, baby, don’t stop. just… just like that.”
your body tightens around him, and he groans like he’s been punched, pulling you close as he fucks you through those last few deep, perfect strokes.
“cum with me,” he breathes, desperate and quiet. “please. please cum with me.”
it hits you at the same time, your body shaking, heat flooding through your stomach. chris presses his face into your shoulder and spills with you, groaning your name.
you’re both trembling, breaths tangled, bodies locked together until the waves soften and fade.
he stays inside you for a long, warm second, chest rising against your back.
then he kisses your shoulder once more. slow, sweet and grateful.
“merry christmas,” he whispers.
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Love that the triplets likely met Gladstone before they met Scrooge which means Gladstone likely visited them and respected Donalds choice not to mention Scrooge.
Just the idea of Gladstone Visiting Donald and the freshly hatched triplets with baby supplies knowing that his luck will allow Donald to get them easier- and that Donald is most likely grieving and needs a shoulder to cry on
Or Gladstone despite being horrible at babysitting offering to take care of the toddler triplets when Donald clearly needs to sleep (its the first time his luck is barely any help in something that isn't people kidnapping him for the luck as the triplets get in so much danger when Donald isn't watching that his luck can't cover it all)
…you got a sports car, we can uh uh in it, while you drive it real far.
"slow down, mama. y'gonna get us caught." chris mumbled, his arm wrapped around your waist, supporting you as you fucked yourself on his cock—all while his right hand held a tight grip onto the steering wheel, manuvering the vehicle.
your hands dug deep into his shoulders while you bounced up and down, moaning into his ear as you felt him deep in your guts. chris' soft moans and grunts had your spongy walls flutter around his cock.
"but y'feel so good. so deep."
chris groaned, shifting in his seat as he tried his very best to keep his eyes on the road. the angle making you let out a loud moan, feeling him deeper than before. "c-chris!"
"shh baby m'sorry." he breathed out, kissing your cheek. he let his eyes close for a second until he felt the car drift. suddenly he snapped, dropping his foot on the gas, pushing it as far as it could. "fuck it baby, bounce on it cmon."
his hand left your waist, coming down onto your ass with a harsh sting, a squeal escaping your pouty lips. you swallowed thickly, picking up your pace, not caring about the burning sensation growing in your thighs.
"y-yeah? like this?" you whimpered, your head nuzzling into his neck, your hot breath sending shivering through his whole body.
FYI :These headcanons exist for the sole purpose of if the diaboys didn’t have Karl bringing them the brides/what they may do in between of having brides.
When ayato had first started to hunt for food he ran into a ‘tweaker’.
It resulted in him getting a bad stomach ache and soon puking the blood back up. Which is rare for vampires to do and has caused Ayato to be a bit more cautious.
Kanato has always had a hypersensitive stomach.
During one of his hunting sessions with his brothers, Kanato fell ill after drinking blood from his victim who happened to be dead by time he drank. (We can blame laito for this)
Ayato & Laito make it a competition to see who could get the most prey.
It started when they were young and soon became a common game of theirs. Though when the boys get older, Reiji is often scolding them about the ‘disruption’ it brings & over-feeding in general.
Subaru hunts less compared to his brothers.
He would be too busy with his mother and the waves of his inferiority/monster complex would often shy him away from wanting to hunt. Though when the boys were younger, Shu caught wind of this & would sometimes bring Subaru his catch.
Reiji studied the best ways to catch prey & drink from them.
We know Reiji can be particular about things and when he was a child it wasn’t much different. When he had the time, he would spend it figuring out the best way to feed from prey. With little mess left over and not much of a fight from his victims.
The triplets have the ability to release venom from their fangs & into their victims.
Since the triplets mother, Cordelia, has Vibora lineage — it gave way for the three boys to carry venom within their teeth. Though theirs just makes the prey more compliant & paralyzes them.
Note: I’m sorry it’s not many headcannons as of now but I’ll try to do more in the future!! I’m still building the concept.
