Rusty and "housewife" reader, please?
I don't mean that she is very "traditional", but obviously loves doing housework, cooking and taking care of someone
a/n: omg hello!! ofcourse i can !
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rusty nail x housewife!reader hcs♡⸜(ˆᗜˆ˵ )⸝♡
warnings: optional nsfw at the end :3
tags: fem!reader <3 fluff! southern based rusty :3 mentioned height difference
• before he had you, this man was eating frozen tv dinners.
he didnt have time nor the patience for a homecooked meal, let alone one that tasted good.
not that he didn’t know how to cook— itd been a while since he really had the opportunity; his skills are a little rusty (haha get it)
so when you show up and start making yourself a prominent figure in his life, you give him no other choice but to eat the meals you cook for him!!
he didnt like it at first; the whole being pampered thing. he felt too vulnerable under your care. he was extremely irritated when you threw out all of his frozen dinners and opted to make him a meal schedule.
・monday consists of different casserole variations; his favorites are a simple, southern green bean and hashbrown casserole! it sends him straight back to his childhood. it honestly made him tear up the first time he tried your food <3 you serve it up with a side of cornbread and a nice, sweating glass of beer just for him (how did you learn to get the head on it so perfect? great balance; he is so grateful for you)
・tuesday is a whole lotta ham and collard greens!! he didnt like collard as a kid, but now that his taste buds have ‘matured’ (as his mama called it), he seems to enjoy it when its you cooking it. he’ll make himself sick on your food from the way he scarfs it all down without remembering to breathe correctly.
・wednesday is homemade chicken pot pie! so creamy and utterly soft in the middle; a perfect balance to the crunchy bite of the crust and the way the vegetables are just flawlessly baked— you must be an angel sent down for him when he gets to slurp up whatever meal you decide to make that day.
・thursdays are your lazy days, or so you call them. its when the chores around the house need to get done, so you have to throw something together easy and quick.
regular old fried ham and potatoes will do, you suppose. leftover ham from tuesday (if you didn’t use it all up then). he doesn’t understand how it’s considered ‘lazy’ in your mind, because it might be the best ham hes tasted in a long time.
・friday is his favorite, because its pot roast.
its the day you spend the most time on— the most effort you put into a dinner. beautifully steamed vegetables and such tender porkchops it practically melts in your mouth; rusty thinks you should partake in a cooking challenge tv series and show them how its done.
・saturdays are especially special to rusty. theyre your date nights! theyre the few days in the week you’ll let him cook for the both of you. let him conjure up a nice steak, mashed patatoes and asparagus with some red wine or (pink) champagne…
yeah, his steaks are good.
he’ll trust you with the gravy, though.
・sundays are your lazy days; a way to wind down before next week begins anew. go out to a diner and have a mediocre half-assed, greasy burger that’ll stain your blouse— but damn is it good. its when you get to be messy and just relax for a few with rusty.
ofcourse, you don’t stick to this schedule all the time. you’ll mix it up; introduce something new or a delicacy you havent had in six years; desserts have him drooling— homemade cheesecake and banana pudding— jesus christ you are the star of his life!
• when your first moved in with him, you were quick to make alot more changes to rustys day-to-day.
like how he hadnt mopped in god knows how long; you remember dumping the bucket of water out into the toilet and grimacing. mud + wood floors + farmhouse don’t exactly mix well, do they?
a floor mat should solve the issue! or maybe force him to start taking his boots off outside.
• he doesnt take care of his home in a way that matches your standards.
so, hes surprised when he sees you sweeping the porch and running off raccoons with your broom. ‘they only cause trouble’, you told him, ‘because once you let them dig around in your trash once, they bring in the whole town to dig in your trash all the time!’
• you dont mind doing the chores. you actually prefer doing them since you do them much more efficiently and correctly then rusty could— no offense!
but when he gets on your last nerve with his bullshit, you punish him by making him do all the chores you’d that day himself.
dust the bookshelves, wipe the counters and sink— dishes (if there are any), picking up trash, tidying up clutter, mop the floors, make the bed, scrub the toilet, clean the bathtub— you get the gist of it.
if he didn’t do it to your standards the first time around, you scold him and demand he do it again! (he always listens because he doesnt wanna go back to frozen dinners ;(
• if hes sick you are instantly on his ass (in a kind way!)
you have him sleep on the couch so he doesnt contaminate the bed, but youll make a mean chicken broth and give him some much needed canada dry <3
he hates being pampered to such a degree, but he wont deny that it does make him feel better.
tucking him in like hes some child; kissing at his cheek— even if its ‘just a cold’. turning on a show you recently recorded or a sports game if one is on (youll make some cheese dip for him to snack on). helping him to a warm bath in the morning and making sure he gets plenty of fluids— yeah, you have to be an angel.
• he’ll rub it in if you need help reaching up someplace high
whether that be a cabinet to dust, or a dish that needs stacked on the shelf— he teases you for it, calling you “tiny.”
he’ll pick you up by your waist like you weigh nothing and have you put whatever it is up rather than just doing it for you. its another way he gets to watch your cheeks flush in embarassment.
it only feeds into your stubborness, though; because now youre balancing atop a chair thats about to topple over trying to dust the top of the bookshelf.
yeaaah he panicked seeing that
• you grind your own coffee beans, and switch out that shitty gas station coffee he somehow stomachs with a steaming mug of your own.
he doesnt think hes had better coffee in his life.
he dearly misses it when hes on the road.
• you dont mind using the washing machine— but something deep down gnaws at you to hand wash everything because for some reason youre secretly anxious its not cleaning your clothes good enough
you’ll zone out and soon enough your hand is raw from cleaning a shirt too roughly against your washboard. ouch!
• youre extremely skilled when it comes to sewing and patchwork. not that you’re some artist or anything (or maybe you are), you just had to learn growing up since clothes werent as accesible to you as they were to your peers.
it was a situation like ‘learn or suffer from not learning.’
so now when he comes home after a rough run in with a victim, you get used to deep cleaning the blood and sewing up his flannels. sewing is close enough to stitching, right?
he loves you so much more for this because it reminds him so much of his mama pleaseeee lord hold this man
jesus, rusty. get yourself together, man.
• rusty is sure to keep you away from the barn
if youre scolding him about the porch he is SURE youll have a heart attack at the smell of the barn. a mere glimpse and youre clutching your chest like a victorian orphan seeing a time machine.
• youre still convicing rusty to let you own a chicken coop and have a small farm.
fresh eggs are delicious— and he knows they are— and he doesnt doubt your ability to take care of them— but jesus do you seriously need chickens
what about coyotes??? he doesnt wanna be having to get up at the crack ass of dawn more than he usually does to go chase them off— he lives on the TREELINE!!!!
• once youre both finishing up a yummy dinner, he pounds into your sweet pussy as soon as you’ll let him!
let him pay you back for that delicious meal, its only fair!
hes messy with it too…not daring to wipe away any of the slick that slips from between your thighs and drips onto the sheets. he knows youll have to clean it up tomorrow, but he’ll lick most of it away when you two are finished.
speaking of, please let him tongue fuck your pretty cunt
its his special dessert— his wife only deserves the best and nothing less, especially when you made him need a nap after such a feast— he needs you leaking on his tongue. let him lap it all up like the dog he is
• shower sex shower sex shower sex!!!
this guy has you pinned up against the tile with his hips pistoning back and forth like there is no TOMORROW. he is ROUGH with it!! you have to be confident and trust he wont let you slip and crack your skull open or something
he will bust a nut in you at least twice before hes getting you on your knees and making you take his cock down your throat. be a good wife and swallow it all! he’ll get grumpy if you spit it out.
atleast the shower makes a good automatic cleaner. just be careful because you can still feel him dripping out of your loose hole when you step out of the bath.
• having to go on a haul in the morning he makes sure to leave his print on you
fucking you so rough and good you wont be able to get out of bed the next morning which leaves you feeling lazy— but swear to god you step a foot out of that bed when hes done with you and youre collapsing to the ground
you will genuinley be feeling his fingers and cock for days.
• when youre exhausted from overworking yourself (try and deny youre tired at first, he sees right through it) he’ll get all sweet with you.
kissing up and between your thighs so gently with his chapped lips, letting his scruff scratch you; making you squirm. nipping softly at the swell of your ass and letting his fingers work you through a long days worth of work, seeing the aftermath of such a day leak onto his fingers
he only gives you praise when youre like this. calling you his amazing sweet, perfect, irreplaceable girl who is so special to him and deserves the best
he cracks a joke and says your food must be the reason why you taste so good
• even though he mostly prefers to stuff his cum somewhere in you for pleasure (and because he knows how much you hate a mess), sometimes he cant help himself and hes painting you with his seed
please please please let him stain your tummy with his cum he is actually moaning watching the way it covers you. this dudes load is thick and ropey and it is dripping from between your breasts and sternum down to your bellybutton.
he loves getting his load anywhere and all over you. it just does something deep within him to see you covered in his spent.
your thighs lightly spread with his cum sticking together from your pussy to your knees. youre so lucky he starts shooting blanks after his sixth orgasm or you mightve be taking a cum bath
• sometimes your dinner doesnt come out as planned. maybe a little burnt or charred because he’ll pull your panties down and shove his cock into you from behind. youre shoving ingredients out of the way on the counter when he picks you up by your thighs, your hips straining to be so spread to let his huge body stand between your legs—
maybe its a good thing you dont invite anyone to come over to eat, because your mixed fluids are very much dripping off the counter edge and making a puddle on the floor…
• the only times you guys have really gone at it in public is when he was too focused on the way you liked whipped cream of your lips at the diner.
you both ended up in a tight bathroom stall with you on your knees licking up his cum from your lips instead of the whipped cream. maybe he’ll make you eat a genuine cream pie one day
• on your date nights, he tries to make them a little romantic <3
hes lighting a candle or two and having their warm light illuminate the soft sheen of sweat that coats your body. he cant help but lean over and lick up your spine. he sits there for a few moments with his nose pressed against your back, inhaling and soaking you in as much as his body can manage before he snaps.
hes going slow, letting his thrusts just show you how much he deeply cares for you
• he likes to catch you offguard when youre hanging clothes off the lines outside.
he’ll chase you through the grass until your diving into the forest, trying to escape his manic laughter. hes having so much fun seeing you trip over your own feet!
once he gets you he tearing your clothes off and shoving you up against rough bark and driving into you like hes genuinley feral. one orgasm after another and he is not stopping— even when his hips are threatening to give out himself
good fertilizer for the grass, i guess? now youre covered in scratches and dirt and mud and wood but dont worry— youre making him do the laundry
and he does take good care of your scratches i promise.
• send him cute selfies of you cooking a meal for yourself when youre on a haul, all positioned from up top with your cleavage poking out from your apron LORDDD he is calling you and telling you to fuck yourself on your fingers instantly
・speaking of boobs please let this man fuck your tits atleast once. even if you have small boobs it doesnt matter you have to let him rut against them and cum all over your chin,
he’ll mark them up pretty and proper later!
a/n: i actually had so much flipping fun writing this holy guac!!!
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