teeny tiny little husband will drabble that i found in my notes for you
wc: 566
warnings: slight freeuse, SLIGHT misogyny kink (idk if that's the right name but you know what i mean i hope), breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy
will has a love hate relationship with calling you his wife.
in public, he avoids it as much as he can. he doesn't ever refer to you as 'the wife' or 'the missus', unless he's around his family and can't resist that particular geordie-ism, preferring instead to use your name. he doesn't ever want you to feel as if you only exist in relation to him.
of course, he's extremely happy to be married to you. every day he wakes up with you beside him reminds him of just how lucky he is. not a day goes by where he doesn't remind you how much he loves you. marrying you is the best thing he's ever done, and he tells you that constantly.
when you meet the new people, it's always your name first, then 'my wife', never the other way around. most often, he'll just call himself your husband, flaunting the fact that he's yours to whoever he's talking to. it's adorable, frankly, how adamant he is that you're your own person, and that if anyone's the lucky party, it's him.
he gets almost irrationally annoyed when people refer to you just as his wife, and he'll cut in with a loud cough. his friends know by now to call you by your name.
will has other nicknames for you anyway. 'love', 'darling', 'pretty', 'pet' - you name it, he's probably called you that one time or another. point is, he doesn't need to remind you that you're his wife.
in bed, however, is a completely different story.
'god- can't believe you're my wife. love you so much.' said whilst he's kissing his way up your thigh to bury his face in your dripping cunt. or muttered into your folds as he drags his tongue over your clit in tight circles, his hands on your hips to keep you still.
'all mine- my wife. yeah, you're mine, aren't you?' said through grunts as he fucks into you harshly, cock plunging deep in your cunt over and over. the head of him drags against your sweet spot with every thrust, leaving you brainless and moaning on the bed. it's a reminder, this time - maybe someone at the pub got a little too comfortable with you, so he's taking it upon himself to remind you who you come home to.
'such a good little wife f'me, yeah? so perfect for your husband.' mumbled into your ear first thing in the morning as he comes up behind you whilst you're making breakfast. his hands are gentle but demanding as they run over your ass, tugging up your nightdress to expose your bare cunt to him. the heated press of his cock against you has you gasping, moaning before you've even spoken your first full sentence of the day.
'gonna be a good wife for me and let me fill you up, hm? want your husband to give you a baby, darling?' panted against your neck as he presses you into the mattress, your fingers interlinked next to your head as he buries himself inside you in slow, deep thrusts that make your eyes roll with every movement of his hips. it's all you can do to nod, especially when he places his hand on your lower stomach. a promise, one he's intent on fulfilling, if the state of the sheets below you is anything to go by.
