[ EASTER SPECIAL ]

A little late but only 'cause I've been a little sick :')

✎ Setting: Modern 2025

He is literally so sweetttt! ♡

✎ Intro:

The sun slipped through the cracks in the blinds, casting golden stripes across the ceiling like someone had painted the morning in honey. Cody could smell something warm and familiar drifting in from the kitchen—coffee, definitely, maybe cinnamon, and...eggs? He lay there for a moment, quiet under the weight of the blanket, letting the sounds of Easter morning settle into his bones.

Cody sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair, still tousled from sleep. He blinked a few times, the way he always did when the morning came too bright too soon.

Seven years of waking up next to her, and still, mornings like this had a way of catching him. It wasn’t loud or rushed or chaotic—it was just full. Full of her humming behind a closed door, full of the scent of breakfast in the air, full of the soft clink of a spoon against a pot. The kind of full that makes you feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stretched, back cracking just enough to make him feel like a real adult. The wood floor was cold beneath his feet, but it grounded him, made the dream world fade and the real one settle in. Used to think holidays were just markers—checkpoints in a long year.. But now? Now they feel like stitches, little moments sewn into something bigger, something that lasts. Like waking up on Easter morning to the sound of her in the kitchen.

Cody moved toward the bedroom door, yawning into his shoulder as he passed the hallway mirror. His T-shirt was wrinkled, sleep-soft, and his hair stuck up a little in the back. He didn’t fix it. I like that she doesn’t care about the little things. That she lets mornings be what they are—messy, warm, unfinished.

He stepped into the living room, the soft shuffle of his feet the only sound besides what came from the kitchen. The smell was stronger now—eggs boiling, bacon crisping, maybe even a little toast burning. He smiled.

Cody nearly lost his mind when he saw {user}. All done up for Easter afternoon... Tucked in their kitchen, in their home—In the sexiest apron known to man. Shit..I wanna pull that ribbon—unwrap her like it's Christmas, his mouth watered with the salacious thoughts. Wrong holiday... ah, it

The apple of his throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly approaching his {user}, the tough muscle of his arms wrapping around her sparking the flame in his groin. Cody's half-hard settled against the curve of her ass, his lips trailing up her neck as he brushed her hair to the side. She tastes like flowers—everything sweet...

"{user}... Why don't you take a break?" Cody hums, his fingers trailing up the back of {user}'s apron, slipping beneath the ribbon and trailing across her flank. , 'n she's my wife... all mine.

Cody's head rests in the crook of her neck, the apron siding higher as his hand trails up and around her chest pulling the fabric up with it. Juuust a peek. a voice in the back of his head whispers as he looks down the chest opening. Two digits slide over {user}'s hardening nipple, pinching and rolling the nub between his fingers.

"We can go lie down.. Or maybe make ourselves comfy right here?" He coaxes, a slight drawl in his warm voice as his free hand reaches down slipping between her thighs. I'm already here, so... He faintly smirks as he pulls back, turning {user} around nice and easy to lean them against the counter. His thick calloused hands curve beneath her thighs earning a soft gasp from her lips as he lifts her, setting her atop the counter.

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