You couldn’t sleep, that restless heat before your period keeping you awake, so you woke him up in the middle of the night. Though your husband's tired, he gives in and lets you take control by riding him. What started soft and needy quickly turned rougher—you riding him hard, him gripping you and taking control when you faltered. He teased, scolded, and pushed you until you broke apart, messy and crying in his arms. In the end, you were both spent, sweaty, and tangled together, ruined but held close.
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The room was dark and quiet, the only sound the steady rhythm of his breathing. You shifted beside him, restless, heat pooling low in your stomach like it always did before your cycle. It was unbearable—the ache, the need—and you couldn’t help yourself.
You pressed your face against his shoulder, voice low and needy. “Baby…”
He stirred with a sigh, not even opening his eyes at first. “Sweetheart,” his voice was rough with sleep, “what time is it?”
“Three” you whispered, almost guilty but too desperate to stop. Your thighs were already squeezing together, your pulse thrumming. “I can’t help it. I’m horny.”
Another sigh, this one heavier. He rolled onto his back, rubbing at his face. “Christ, honey… that’s two nights in a row. You’re gonna wear me out.”
You pouted, smacking your palm lightly against his chest, nightgown bunching a little as you moved. “Don’t be mean.”
His hand slid over his face again, then dropped to rest heavy on your thigh. “I’m tired,” he muttered.
You hit him again, softer, half-whining.
Finally, he cracked one eye open, looking at you with that mix of annoyance and affection only he could manage. “Fine. Get on top then.”
Your heart jumped, lips tugging into a smile as you swung a leg over his waist. You straddled him, lifting your nightgown up over your thighs. Before you reached for him, you tugged your bonnet back into place, adjusting it carefully, ignoring the way he huffed a laugh at the sight.
“Gotta look right,” you mumbled, more to yourself, before pulling his dick free of his briefs. He was heavy and warm in your hand, already thickening just from your touch.
Settling over him, you guided the head against your slick folds, gasping when it nudged against your entrance. He gripped your hips, eyes barely parted, watching the way you teased yourself on him.
“Go on then,” he rasped, voice low and edged with sleep. “Take what you wanted so bad you had to wake me up for it.”
You sank down slow, the stretch making your eyes flutter. His dick filled you inch by inch, and your lips parted, breath shaky.
“Mmm…” you moaned, hands braced against his chest as you bottomed out, the weight of him deep inside.
Your thighs trembled as you eased yourself into a steady rhythm, rocking against him, savoring the deep stretch of his dick filling you to the hilt. Each slow roll of your hips made you moan softly, little broken sounds that slipped into the quiet of the room. You were wet enough that every motion drew out a slick, lewd sound, your arousal dripping down to dampen his briefs bunched low around his hips.
He kept his eyes closed at first, head sunk into the pillow, his hand still heavy on your hip. Every so often, he let out a low grunt or a quiet moan, the kind of sound that rumbled from his chest and made you clench tighter around him.
You rode him like that for a while—slow, sensual, almost lazy. But the ache in your belly only grew sharper, needier. You leaned forward and pressed one palm to his stomach, sliding it under his t-shirt. Your nails scraped over his skin, dragging lines across his abs as you bounced harder, faster.
His breath caught, and his eyes cracked open. Hooded, half-dreaming, but watching you now—your nightgown bunched high, bonnet crooked, your lips parted around breathy moans, the slick sound of your cunt taking him raw filling the room. His lips parted too, a faint grunt pushing past them as he shifted his grip, squeezing your hip tighter.
“Fuck…” he muttered, voice rough, gravelly with sleep. “You’re lucky I love the way you feel.”
That only spurred you on—you fucked yourself down on him harder, wetter now, your moans rising into whines. The drag of him inside was unbearable, thick and perfect, hitting so deep your stomach clenched.
“Mghn—ahh” you gasped, nails digging into him as your hips snapped down, creamy arousal coating his dick with every grind. “You feel so fucking good—”
His gaze dragged over you slowly, hungry even through the haze of sleep. He groaned again, hips lifting just enough to meet your movements, driving deeper, making your breath hitch.
You rode him faster, tits bouncing with each movement, sweat pearling on your skin, voice catching as you gave him everything—your whimpers, your nails, the sight of your body working his cock like you were made for it.
His eyes stayed on you, hooded and dark, lips parted around another low moan.
“Messy little thing,” he rasped, voice thick with sleep but edged. “Getting wetter the longer you use me. Gonna make yourself cum on this dick, ma?”
Your hips faltered for a moment, thighs burning from the effort, and you let out a shaky little moan. He felt it immediately—the drag of your rhythm slowing, your body trying to take mercy on itself.
“Uh-uhn,” he murmurs, eyes still half-lidded but sharp enough. “Keep going.”
“Mhm,” you whimpered, nodding fast, biting down on your lip as you tried to grind faster, harder, the stretch almost too much but addictive all the same.
He watched the struggle, the way your mouth parted, the way your brows furrowed and eyes watered just a little as your body worked him. A dark smirk curled at his mouth.
“Shameless.” he muttered, voice edged with heat. “Waking me up at three in the damn morning just to sit on this dick. You’re so fucking nasty, you know that?”
A flush burned through your chest at his words, your thighs quivering. His hand released your waist and he slapped your ass, his filthy way of trying to spur you on. You wined at the sharp stinging sensation.
He groaned low, thrusting his hips up into you once, hard enough to make you yelp. “Faster. I didn’t tell you to slow down.”
You rocked slow, already sensitive. “I—fuck—you shouldn't talk—ah—you’re making me do all the work,” you gasped, nails clawing at his chest.
That got him. He sighed like you’d tried his patience, then suddenly his big arm was wrapping tight around your waist, hauling you down flush to him. His other hand came up, rough and certain, wrapping around your jaw and squeezing until your lips jutted in a pout.
Your eyes went wide, lips parted around a soft, broken sound.
“Watch your mouth,” he scolded, his hips snapping up into you, hard and fast, making your whole body jolt with each deep thrust. “You’re the one who woke me up begging for dick. You should be grateful I even let you ride me, slut.”
Fresh tears pricked at your lashes, your breath coming in high-pitched moans as his dick slammed into you, raw and deep, stretching you in a way that bordered on too much.
“Mmghn—oh god—” you gasped, voice breaking as your nails dug harder into his chest, leaving deep cresent marks as your mind slipped sideways with the force of his thrusts.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he grunts against your mouth, eyes locked, lips curled. “Cry for it. Take what you asked for.”
You keen, wet and whimpering, eyes glassy as you felt him battering deep inside, his grip on your jaw forcing your gaze to stay locked with his. Your thighs shook, your walls fluttering around him, every stroke drawing you closer even as his voice scolded, edged with possession.
“Ungrateful little brat,” he gritted, jaw tight as he kept fucking into you. “So mouthy, but you always listen when it counts, don’t you? You love me putting you in your place.”
You nodded frantically, lips trembling under the pressure of his hand, every thrust pulling a needy moan from your throat, your whole body screaming yes even as tears spilled from the corners of your eyes.
His thrusts never lost rhythm—deep, rough, unforgiving—forcing your body to take him over and over.
“Don’t pout at me,” he teases, voice low and edged, his breath hot against your face. “You wanted this. You woke me up begging, and now you’re gonna take it the way I give it.”
His hips snapped harder, making you yelp. He swallowed the sound with a deep groan, lips parted, eyes blown. Your walls clutching him with desperate pulses.
You pant, clinging to him, your body burning, splitting, drowning in him.
“Please—ah—!” your voice cracked, high and broken, “please—”
“Mm, I love hearing that,” he rasped, pushing deeper until your walls spasmed around him, soaked and messy. “My sweet girl, dripping all over me, crying for it. Look at you. So fucking needy.”
Your eyes rolled back when he hit that spot again and again, and you could feel your body trembling on the edge, teetering. But just when you thought he’d let you break, he released his grip on your jaw and waist, leaving you suddenly free, trembling and desperate.
“Go on,” he said, leaning back into the pillows, sweat glistening at his temple, lips curling as he watched you. “Ride it. Show me how bad you need it.”
Your thighs burned as you shifted, lifting yourself just enough to start bouncing again, his cock dragging deliciously through your slick walls. Your head tipped back, moans spilling out, wetter and louder than before.
He groaned low in his chest, one big hand sliding down between your thighs, thumb circling your clit. You gasped, body jolting, hips stuttering as the pleasure doubled.
“Ohhh—fuck, I—” you whimper, bouncing faster now, the mix of his dick stirring your insides and his thumb working your swollen clit making you gush wetter, dripping down his shaft.
“Messy little problem,” he grunted, watching his dick disappear into you, creamy and soaked. “So nasty and perfect. Can’t even wait ‘til morning—had to wake me up dripping for it.”
Your moans broke higher, tears streaking your cheeks as you rode him harder, his thumb rubbing fast and dirty over your clit. He groaned with every bounce, his eyes fixed on you, dark, lips parted, savoring the sight of you falling apart but not giving you permission yet.
“Keep going, ma,” he ordered, voice a low drawl. “Show me you’re grateful. Show me how much you need this dick.”
Your thighs shook, your body begging to give in, but he only pressed harder at your clit, drawing it out, dragging your need to the very edge without letting you tumble over.
Your thighs were trembling, muscles screaming, but you didn’t dare stop. His dick kept splitting you open, sliding in deep and raw.
“God—oh, baby—” your voice pitched, cracked and broken, breathless from the pace. Your lashes fluttered, lips parted and glistening with spit as your head tipped back.
“That’s it,” he rasped, voice low and rough, every word vibrating against your chest where you leaned into him. His hand at your waist held you steady while his other worked between your thighs. “Look at you. Falling apart on my dick. So fucking wet for me.”
More tears streaked hot down your cheeks as the pressure built unbearable. “F–fuck, I can’t—” you sobbed, bouncing harder, messy and uncoordinated now, your wetness gushing down his shaft.
“Yes you can,” he snapped, eyes locked on you, sweat beading at his brow. Breath ragged, but his stare never wavered. “You’re gonna cum for me, sweetheart. Right here, right now. Cream all over this dick—come on. Be good for me.”
His thumb pressed harder, circling tight, and that was it. Your whole body seized as your orgasm tore through you, violent and raw. You screamed his name, thighs shaking uncontrollably, your pussy squeezing around him in desperate pulses, soaking him as you collapsed forward.
“That’s it,” he groaned, gritting his teeth as he fucked you through it, keeping you bouncing, milking him while you shattered. His eyes burned into yours when you lifted your head, dazed and wet-faced, your lips trembling. “Mghn—so pretty. Look at you.”
Your body shook, tears blurring your vision, but you held his gaze. Even while your orgasm ripped through you, you saw him watching—hungry, proud, undone by how desperate you were for him.
He hissed, groaned deep, He pulled out fast, stroking himself rough until he spilled hot and messy over your stomach, streaking your skin, painting across the underside of your tits.
“Goddamn, baby” he panted, voice frayed, chest heaving as his release dripped down your belly.
You were still shaking, your thighs weak, lips glossy and parted, chest heaving. You smeared some of his mess across your belly with shaky fingers, half-worn, half-proud, and he only smirked, pulling you down into his arms, sweat-slick and sticky between you both.
His mouth pressed to your temple, giving a sweet peck before he whispered into your hair, "Got it out your system?"
Perhaps an abbot x reader where the pittlings find out they’re married bcs of some mundane thing (he brings “coffee you forgot at home” or something and everyone’s like “???? Home??”)
Jack Abbot x attending!reader - reader's gender is not specified
Warnings: blood and death barely mentioned
It was a considerably quiet morning. Nobody was dying or actively bleeding out even at 9 am.
Today you overslept a little too much than you would've liked, so the coffee you made was left forgotten in the kitchen of your home.
To be fair, you still feel energized without the coffee, because of the startle you had when you woke up, so coffee isn't on your mind. You forgot that you forgot the coffee.
As you're charting, Perlah notices Jack coming in with a to-go coffee cup. To be fair, it doesn't even matter what thing he's bringing with him - why is he here? He finished his night shift a few hours ago. Overachiever.
Perlah leans closer to Princess and asks "What is Abbot doing here?"
"What-" Princess doesn't even get to comprehend Perlah's question when Jack hands the cup to you.
"You left the coffee at home"
"Oh, thanks"
The nurses' station goes silent. Dead silent. Only Dana and Robby continue what they're doing. They already know, because you've been working together since the start. They know everything.
"'Home'?" Mel repeats.
Both you and Jack turn your heads in Mel's direction, meeting other colleagues' eyes along the way.
"...yes..." You say in unison. It's a confused tone.
Langdon doesn't say anything. He's probably more jealous about the fact that you two clearly have a healthy relationship.
Santos grins a little before going back to work, still listening in though.
Emma smiles so hard she looks pretty much identical to the Sun Baby.
Javadi does her awkward little laugh "You're married. That's great" Ogilvie stands next to her.
Whitaker takes after Javadi "-yes, you are- you look great together"
Princess gives the bet money to Perlah behind their backs, muttering something in Tagalog.
Shen comes to look at the board. He looks delighted - happy sigh, hands on his hips. "It sure is quiet"
Oh, the instinct of comforting your shapeshifter husband when he thinks you're going to leave him.
You have been married to him for two years now. And you did know your husband very, very well. You knew his accent, his jokes, the way he walks. Everything a wife is supposed to know, you do. And he does believe that, too.
Except, of course, that Joshua never believed you would figure out what he truly was.
When you first started dating, he was a perfect actor. He had a career, an apartment, and a handful of friends. He even ate normal food around you. Until you started noticing that he always disappeared for a few minutes after dinner or lunch, just to throw it all up. And whenever you asked if he was alright, Joshua pretended nothing had happened. There were also the nights when he waited for you to fall asleep before slipping away to hunt. You pretended to sleep, of course — but it didn’t take long for you to connect the dots. News about random people going missing always seemed to follow the nights he was gone.
You didn’t quite understand what he truly was, but you did know he was not a human being. He couldn’t eat regularly, couldn’t sleep as much as you did. And he was warm. Really, really warm. On certain days, his skin was so hot you were sure it was almost vaporizing. On those days, he took long, long cold showers, and he wouldn’t let you come near him or touch him.
“Baby, if you’d just let me take care of you…”, You tried, stepping closer.
“No need. I swear. I love you, have a lovely day.” he would say in a rush, going to “work”, not even stopping to kiss you goodbye.
But you weren't scared; not at all. You knew he would never hurt you, it didn’t matter what he was; Joshua was your husband, after all. And you would have lived your life pretending you didn't know a thing, if it weren’t for one particular night that he spent almost two hours in the shower. Worried, you decided to open the bathroom’s door, and everything was a mess.
He was inside the bathtub, completely submerged, the shower still running and making the tub overflow onto the floor. The bathroom looked more like a pool now. You rushed forward, almost panicking and pulled his body out of the water.
“Love, what are you-” Fucking burning. The water was freezing, but his body was so hot you couldn’t hold onto him. A pained, choked moan slipped from your mouth as you tried to understand how the hell his skin could be at that temperature.
How long had he been submerged like that? Was he dead?
With terrified eyes, as if he were still half-awake from a trance, he looks at you, then down at your hands. They’re red now, still stinging slightly from the shock of touching his skin.
He lifts his hands, instinctively trying to reach for you, but stops halfway through the motion, slowly processing what just happened.
“Was it me?” he asks. His pupils dilate, his voice rough, weak, almost gone. “Did I hurt you?”.
Still shaken, you can only manage a few broken murmurs, too worried to form real words.
“You were in there for so long… I thought you had- I thought…”
He understands what you were about to say and shakes his head immediately.
“It’s okay. It’s okay, I promise.”
He definitely wasn’t okay, even as he tried his best to calm you down. The freezing water hit his body and evaporated almost instantly. Inside the bathtub, the water began to bubble. The running shower echoed loudly, the bathroom growing more and more soaked by the second.
Joshua slowly gets to his feet, still dizzy, taking a deep breath. You almost reach out to steady him, but he lifts a hand and gives a soft warning “ah-ah,” motioning for you to stay back so you won’t get hurt again.
“I need you to leave. Go, get out of here. Please. Can you do that for me? M’love, here, pay attention to me.” He says, trying to pull your attention back to his face as he turns the shower off, away from the sight of his chest skin flushing red.
You shake your head. You’ve seen his skin turn that color before — and every time, he ran.
“I’m not leaving you,” you say, your voice still trembling, but firm.
“I can’t do this in front of you. I can’t. Please, sweetheart, I—”
His sentence breaks off halfway as his body falters, and he drops to his knees on the floor. One hand presses against his chest as he starts coughing, still trying to force words past his lips, but he’s far too weak for that now.
Moving quickly, you grab the bathrobe, the thick fabric of the towel giving you just enough protection to touch his back. Carefully, you drape it over his shoulders, holding his body as gently as you can.
“I’m not leaving. Stop holding back. Do whatever you have to do, don’t hide from me. Let me help you.”
At your final plea, he finally gives in to the pain. His skin begins to heat up again, even more than before, steam rising from his pores. You drop the robe immediately, watching the redness spread across him until the vapor darkens — thick, black, like smoke.
It doesn’t smell burned.
Sitting on the floor not too far from him, but not close enough to get hurt, you watch your husband, your partner of years, completely change his skin. A dark being, entirely black like the night, strong-bodied and hairless, takes his place.
His breathing slows. His body relaxes, as if he’s no longer fighting an unbearable strain. Finally at ease, nearly drained, he leans his back against the wall and lets his head rest against the tiles, fogged over by steam.
He lifts his gaze to you. His eyes are completely white, hollow, like a void. Nothing like the calm green you’re used to.
“It’s me,” he says, his voice very, very weak. “I swear it is. Please don’t be scared. I swear I’m-” he coughs softly, exhausted, his eyes fluttering, heavy with sleep.
“I know, my love. I know. It’s okay.” you move closer, slowly, crawling toward him until you’re close enough. “I’m going to take care of you. Let me take care of you, okay?”.
You reach out and touch his face, now warm again, brushing your thumb gently over his cheek before whispering once more: “I’ll take care of you. You can rest now.”
Almost immediately, his eyes fell shut. Joshua slips into a deep sleep, anesthetized by the pain he endured for so long.
Once he’s asleep, you try to lift him somehow, to get him off the wet floor — but he’s far too heavy. So you grab the bathrobe and spread it out on the ground, and with a lot of effort, you manage to lay his body down on it, dragging him out of the bathroom.
Knowing you won’t be able to carry him all the way to the bed, you improvise instead. You set up the camping mattress you used to take on trips, piling it with the softest blankets you can find, and then push yourself even harder just to roll him onto it.
When Joshua wakes up, he knows something is wrong.
He feels as though he’s recovered months’ worth of energy. His body doesn’t ache, doesn’t protest after spending so long in a form that isn’t his natural one. He also knows he’s not in bed, but he can smell you.
He looks around and finds you lying on a rug beside the camping mattress where he’s resting. You’re asleep, peaceful. And then he remembers.
The heat building in his body. Trying to drown it out with cold showers, hoping to suppress the pull back to his original form. Sometimes, he couldn’t go out to hunt without distracting you first. And so he stayed the same, in the shape of the man you fell in love with, for days.
When he pushed past his limit, his body gave up on holding it in and transformed on its own. There was no temperature cold enough to stop it.
Joshua knew he had gone too far this time.
He swallows hard, his throat aching. He hasn’t been asleep for long. You’re not wearing the same clothes either, and from what he can see of the en-suite bathroom, everything is dry and clean now.
But you’re here.
By his side.
While he’s in his original form.
A monster.
When he starts to stir, pushing at the sheets, already preparing to force himself back into his human shape, he feels a warm hand press firmly against his chest.
“You can stop right there,” you order, your voice still rough with sleep. “If you change forms again knowing it’s going to hurt you, I’ll kill you myself.”
“I don’t want to scare you.”
“I’m not scared, I’m pissed,” you snap. “Never hide anything from me again. Do you hear me?”
“I hear you.” He holds back a smile, already knowing you’re not going anywhere. “I hear you. I am so sorry, my dear. I am so sorry.”
He pulls you closer, his massive form, still larger than his human one, carefully settling you on top of him, one hand stroking your hair as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
Of course, there’s still so much to discover. So much about him to understand. So much he still needs to tell you. But for now, resting your head against your husband’s chest, knowing he’s no longer hiding anything that could hurt either of you, feels like enough.
(Notes: i love Clark I cant find any fics so I’ll make some! Also!! Since this is fluff it might be ooc! Im kinda grasping at straws to make him positive)
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Clark
He's the type of guy to need some sort of noise to fall asleep. When you come home late, you’ll find him completely knocked out. Trying to turn off the TV results in him immediately waking up to insist that he was “watching” TV.
Was voted to be “most likely to be a business owner” in high school. He secretly wanted to be best dressed.
Will talk your head off about his glory days if you or anybody else gives him the opportunity to.
Extremely good at math, he enjoys both showing off his skill and teaching it to you if you struggle with it.
A framed photo of you and him on your first date sits on his desk at work. He used to think you were out of his league and only asked you out because he was encouraged by others.
Owns those puppy/kitten-themed calendars. It hangs in his office at home and has never been flipped past January.
Likes the room to be really cold when he goes to bed. He can feel when you're about to change the thermostat and will ask you not to.
Not the type to completely spoon you, but he does like when you rest your head on his chest or he rests his head on yours.
Whenever you pack his lunch and leave notes, he acts like he doesn't read them but has a couple of them stashed in his desk at work.
Fidgets with his wedding band when he’s bored. What follows his boredom is wondering what you're up to/what's for dinner.
Multiple Bath & Body Works candles are spread throughout the house, some used and some never opened. He usually buys them for decoration, not for use.
Clark is convinced the younger generation doesn't know "real music” and will show them real music (if they ask.)
Owns a “#1 ___ mug” that you or one of his employees gave him.
Clark isn’t a naturally sloppy guy, but when he’s stressed out, his spaces tend to reflect how his mental state.
Considers you to be his rock during hard times. He appreciates you and your presence a lot more than he shows you.
Deep down he likes it when you nag him about getting a haircut; he likes to know that you notice differences in his appearance and still care about him.
Loves seeing you laugh and smile and being the cause of it.
When Your lover came homelate his excuse? His co-workers wanted to hangout with him there was no harm in bonding with them. And, knowing you you would be more than happy to hear he grew close with others since you tend to encourage it.
He knew your habits like on the back of his hand at nine you would slow down your routine get ready for sleep so he was full on expecting you to do your usual stretch or another quiet hobby like watching a show or reading.
But this was a rare sight.
Your legs were on top of the couch. Like your pretty feet was full on dangling there on the backrest. His brow was raised in contemplation while taking a step towards you wondering if you found a new hobby that made you in the new position but no,
oh dear, his heart skips a beat.
You fell asleep.
You were hugging your phone, while your hair was tossed to cover the pillow, you didn't look ready for bed like you usually do. It took a while but he arrives to a conclusion. Seriously would it hurt to ask him to come home early? You always say you don't like texting because it's a hassle. You prefer face to face interaction only when he's around you would be honest with your intentions seeing that phone on your chest. you were waiting for him to text you when he'd come home.
It made his heart ache at how cute you can be sometimes dispute your ego.
His eyes drank in the sight of you letting out a sigh recognizing your sleeping habits that he grew familiar to. He doesn't know why, but whenever you'd sleep you tend to lift up your shirt until it shows your sweet subtle waist till your bra band,
Or more .
It was a question he never got an answer to he really doesn't get why. Not that he's complaining about it, it's just one of the unimportant things that tend to linger in one's mind. Perhaps it's cause you had a phase where you slept naked, who knows? But because of this habit of yours he had developed his own habit.
He leans in towards your lower abdomen kissing the skin his lips lingered on it that when he pulled away it was coated with slight wetness of his lips. He knows that's where's a baby tend to be planted if you guys decide to have one. But regardless of not having one he came to love that part of you often kissed you there. The habit became obvious whenever he sees you asleep.
“seriously what are you doing to me my love” he mutters as he looks up at your docile state unconscious. He didn't think he would put so much effort in a girl but you proved him wrong, You had trust issues heck it took a long time for him to win you over then you get overstimulated easily he couldn't touch you if he didn't do it right it makes you annoyed but seeing you sleeping Infront if him. Made him realize how much you trust him now.
He could do anything while you're unconscious you knew about it. You voiced your concerns about the possibilities but now it's all worth it he's the closest that anyone will ever be to you...
How can he not take pride in that?
You were a hard nut to crack but it was all worth it in his opinion although he'd be dead if you find out he kissed your tummy whenever you're sleeping. He can already picture the endless teasing. He kissed the corner of your lip ready to get off you.
But to his surprised
You grabbed his wrist pulled him back on the couch. Without letting him process it you went up on his chest nuzzling your face into his neck planting a soft kiss on it.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't blushing.
“L-love” his voice cracked as he gazed down at you he gulped parting his lip about to speak but you cut him off “I waited for you, is that all you're gonna give me?” you muttered making his face rival the redness of a tomato
“I didn't think you'd be so needy today ” he murmured covering half of his face. He can't comprehend this normally your arousal state would be near you period..
What date is it today.
Your lips crashed into his before he could remind himself. He knew it was coming but it never fail to make him weak he feels himself shiver while holding the couch fabric for any semblance of stability.
But you're too much of a weakness for him. Any more it's enough to make him fall to his knees. He lets out a moan louder than usual when you let your tongue in. The loud volume took you by surprise making you pull back rose an eyebrow at his reaction before a chuckle slips out of your mouth in amusement.
He never fail to amuse you and you love that about him.
His eyes hover to the side feeling embarrassed by his out burst. He didn't wanna believe that was him but your reaction says it all “stop laughing ” he grumbles flustered at your burst before your laughter dies down shaking your head.
Your expression was soft being beside him always manages to make you feel better suddenly that heavy feeling felt lighter. But is it gone? No.
You need more.
More than that to feel much better.
He knows.
It's not everyday you wait for him when you are being transparent like this it's because you want him to know how much you want him. You are careful you knew he picks up on detail that's why you calculate every movement it's sad you have to act like this that's why he savours every drop of transparency that you let out.
It's too good
It's addictive
You're addictive
It makes him want more
And he knows the question is coming
“sorry that was a bit much but, ” your voice was soft like lullaby to his ear you finger on his cheek was like carefully tracing a textured art work he loves the attention. The attention that is so hard to grab.
“ you don't need to apologize I was just surprised ” it was true you didn't because he loved it soo much he wants more you can see it in your eyes you both can't help but feel lucky to have a partner that understands you guys better than anyone.
This is your guys home. A home where you both can be honest with each other in. A safe place that will never be tainted.
Savour it
Love it
Cause time is limited
You don't know when the clock will stop ticking
That's how you guys feel with each other inside the house.
More.
I need more time with you
“that's a relief than lovely, can i have more?” your voice rung your thirst was obvious and he loves it. You both could be obsessed with each other and you guys don't care.
“you can more than that my love ”
If you want more and more is what you'll get.
You guys are willing to give each other more than anything in this world.
Because to you guys you both had excided more than that with each other.
.
Turns out he was right next morning you got your period.
"Fuck the Bed, We Don't Need it, Sure as Hell gon' Break it Tonight."
-worst behavior, kwn
Fem!reader x husband, smut, kitchen sex, slight manhandling, hairpulling, aftercare + fluff towards the end
A/N: reader's hair is not mentioned so whether you would like it to be in braids, curly, straight, or other is entirely your decision. Happy reading!! :))
The golden evening sunlight began to shine through the windows of the sunroom.
Your window seat becomes warmer and cozier as the minutes tick by. Your painting now hung up to dry, You wait for your husband to return home from work. You missed him all day, your body craving him all the while. He knows exactly what makes you feel that heat between your legs. You could say he knows your body better than you do. From the touch of his gentle hand on your face, to the soft kisses he peppers down your neck. It all feels right. It feels full of passion and pure ecstasy.
Then all so suddenly, you hear that familiar click of the lock undoing. You snap out of your daydream and jump up to go greet your beloved husband. The wool blanket that was once strewn over your lap now discarded to the floor as you jump up and rush to greet him. You trudge down the hall. Its length becoming seemingly miles long. You finally get to the living room entrance where your husband had just began to set down his things on the side table before her spotted you. You and that beautiful nightgown that you knew he loved.
The way the dark purple silk melted and hugged your curves, and the black lace lining your chest and thighs. The sight of you made sent a chill down his spine. Every inch of you was so addicting to him. He hadn't even began to settle into your home before he wanted to have you.
And trust, that's just what he'd do.
And now here you were.
Bent over the kitchen island, being ruthlessly pounded from the back. Every thrust was filled with both love and harshness. The way he held you close, and whispered into your ear made your head spin. One hand on your waist and the other tangled in your hair. The lower half of your nightgown hiked up over your waist, while the shoulder straps slowly sink down lower and lower.
Your doting husband dips his face into your neck pressing kisses all over you, trailing down and across your shoulder blades to grant small displays of love upon the other side of your neck.
All the while, the hand in your hair began tugging a little harder. Pulling a few louder moans from your mouth. Soon enough you come close to your climax and as does he. Your bodies begin to move in tandem as you begin to push back into him. As he rams into your cervix, a wave of intense pleasure washes over the both of you. That tight knot in your stomach releasing as you let go of what you had been longing to release.
You gush down his shaft while he lumps a load into you, never halting or slowing his movements for even a second.
Once you both have come down from your high, your husband catches you as your knees grow weak from exhaustion. He slowly picks you up and carries you into the bedroom and gently sets you down on the bed. Your doting husband walks off into the bathroom to retrieve a towel from your linen closet. He comes back a couple minutes later with a damp washcloth and some new pajamas for you. You sit up to face him completely, your eyes meeting his caring gaze as he sits next to you on the bed.
He pulls the nightgown back over your thighs to reveal the wet mess between your legs from just a few minutes ago. The way he holds your legs open to clean you up soothes your beating heart. All those hot and tense moments feel like they were worlds away. The atmosphere seemed to melt as he peeled the nightgown off of your body and slipped you into some shorts and a top, sensible for sleeping.
Only once you were dressed and tucked into bed did he wander off to tidy and dress himself.
After about 10 minutes he came back to your shared bedroom dressed and with two cups of tea and your favorite snack.
He set your teacup on the side table on your side assigned of the bed before retreating to his own. There, you sat together catching up on the latest season of Bridgerton, discussing the hottest topics of the latest episodes. You love spending quality time with your husband. He always knew how to make you feel special whenever you were with him. With him you spoke about your day, and he about his. you drank your tea, snacked, and gossiped until near midnight.
When you had both finally decided to retire and shut your eyes, you switched off the tv and get comfortable underneath the covers. You snuggle close, wrap your arms around each other and indulge in an embrace that is warm and calm. Finally, you say your "I love you" s and fall asleep in each others arms.
It all just feels so right.
A/N: Thanks for reading!! It's the first of my works in a LOONGG time so I hope you liked it. Come back soon, and let me know what else you would like to see on my page. :))
Note: Shorter story. More of a drabble and a continuation of this post. Enjoy some fluff! :) continuation of this post
The bus' wheels screech to a halt as it arrives at the bus stop near your home. Elegantly, you stand up from your seat, grabbing your items as you walk past the isle. You thank the bus driver and he gives you a small smile and a nod.
"Anytime, Mrs. Johnson. Give Mr. Johnson my best regards. "
You flash him a smile, Charles Smith, your neighbor and the local bus driver.
"I will. Stay safe on your route today. "
You bid him fare well as you step down the bus, taking a moment to recenter yourself by the bus stop, hearing the doors of the bus hiss close before the sound of wheels on gravel slowly fade away, signaling the bus had taken its leave.
You feel your feet ache and throb in your heels. You've spent almost the whole day outside, awaiting for an appointment and walking around from place to place. But it was worth it, the thought of your husband's smiling face when he finds out only made you push through the day. And it all wasn't in vain, all in the proof of the letter tucked into your purse.
You could feel your heart beat and throb with excitement with each step you take towards your home. The distant view of your home growing closer and closer and in time, you finally arrive at your residence. The familiar scent of the flowers drifted to your nose, flowers that were planted and cared for by your beloved husband. You walk past the bushes and the small flower garden in the front, heading up to the porch, and finally to the door.
The smell of homecooked meals drift through your simple home the moment that you open the door, a welcome warmth that you fully embraced after a strenuous day outside. You couldn't help but close your eyes and breath delicious aroma which drafted through your house. You hear humming from deep within the house and you couldn't help but let a smile stretch across your face.
Already, you can feel a warmth blossom in your chest as you take off your low rise heels, placing them by the shoe rack on the door and slipping onto your fuzzy slippers.
"They're better for your feet, honey. Those heels of yours are too harsh on you. "
The voice of your husband echoes out your head and you couldn't help but chuckle, feeling a warmth on your cheeks at how insistent he was. You didn't want them, insisting that your house shoes were enough, but he wouldn't hear it.
Your comfort is his priority.
"Darling? "
You call out, hanging your purse on the hook behind the door. You hear footsteps slowly grow closer, your back turned as you fiddle with your purse, humming. It didn't take so long until you feel arms wrap around your waist and your back hit a hard chest. A smile spreads itself on your face, feeling the figure leans forward and practically engulf your form into their own. Their chin resting on your head, breathing in your scent.
"You weren't home when i got home... "
The pouty voice of your husband, muffled by your hair, cuts through the silence. You can't help but giggle at his attitude, he sounds like a sad cat with the day he clung onto you.
"Sorry, dear. I had to go out today, had an appointment. "
You say with an amused tone, your fingers gently picking up the envelope from your purse before turning to look at him.
The man slightly whines before stepping away from you, his arms unwrapping around your waist. Eyes, pouty and big despite their usual hardened look whenever he's at the office. People often thought that he's a strict man, a man of power, a man of control.. When in reality, the man calls you on your home telephone during his lunch break to tell you about his day. Complaining about it and murmuring about wanting to come home.
It's adorable, truly. It's what makes you love him even more. Which reminds you...
"... You're sad about me not picking up earlier, aren't you? "
You cock your head to the side, the amused smile on your face never fading. Your shoulders slumping slightly, relaxed while you watch the man look away from you, his eyes drifting to the side to hide his disappointment, yet his pouted mouth did nothing to hide it.
"I'm sorry, dear. I had to go out today. "
Your hands reach out to cup his cheeks, the envelope pinched between your fingers. Yet he paid no mind as his eyes closing before rising his hands up to land ontop of yours, the pout on his face slowly fading while he leans into your touch.
After a long hard day at the office, at socializing with people he barley tolerated and liked.. People who reminded him too much of his father.. He just wanted to come home and be in the presence of his wife. His beloved wife, his darling. The lemon to his tea, and the sweetness to his cake.
"... Where were you..? I.. I missed you. "
His eyes open once more, half lidded while they stare into yours. His beautiful brown eyes.. You've always loved his eyes, they look like the most beautiful and perfect coffee ever made.
"That's a surprise, dear. "
Your voice, a small whispers before pulling your hands away from his smooth skin. You shift your hands to hold the paper in both of them, only then did he finally take notice of the piece of paper you held.
"Darling? What is that? "
He asks softly, looking down at the envelope in your hand, his brows furrowed in confusion as his eyes become sharper. Locking into its target, which was the envelope. Honestly, he reminds you of an owl. When he's not focused, his eyes always big and wide, yet the moment his focus and attention is taken, they turn sharp and edgy.
"It's a surprise.. Let's wait after dinner, okay? "
You lift a hand up and pet his cheek and he just huffs. Obviously he wants to know, wants to push at it, but your teasing smile only made him huff and back off from the idea.
"Dinner won't be ready for an hour.. "
"I know. "
He looks at you, scoffing as you just laugh. You know he's excited, you know he's curious and wants to know about it. You can practically feel the vibrations inside of him as he actively fought against the way to beg you to tell him, it didn't end well back then. He ended up on his knees and looking up at you with doe, pleading eyes for you to tell him that you had bought him new garden supplies as a surprise. Along with those gardening gloves he's always wanted but was hesitant with the price of it.
You weren't strugging with money or even financially unstable, but he's just always been so... He always hesitates whenever he wants to buy himself things. Yet he never hesitated with you or his family.
You feel your heart ache at the thought. You knew the reason why, and everytime you look at him during those times, you always see that hurt look in him that felt like a knife going through your heart.
"Would dinner go by smoother if i helped you out? "
You ask, steering him back to the kitchen with a look. Something to momentarily distract him from the letter or else he'll be hounding and be caught up onto it like a puppy whose tempted to yoink at their owner's food but knew he couldn't.
His face instantly lights up at the suggestion.
"Of course! Oh, I'm making a roast! Chicken, and.. And potatoes and veggies. You'll love it, it's a new recipe i found in the magazine i purchased! "
His voice instantly becoming high pitched, giddy, as he practically bounced off the walls and headed back to the kitchen. His voice echoing at the walls, following your footsteps as you followed him back to his domain.
The sight of him so happy always make you feel joy.
Dinner was wonderful, as always. The soft, juicy and perfectly cooked chicken, bursting with flavors. Crispy skin, soft meat, and the flavors penetrating deep into the bird, it felt like flavor heaven and you didn't even feel like using gravy. The veggies were another addition, with its perfect texture, the perfect softness and crunch in them, giving them the perfect bite to the meal.
Each bite you took, the happier he gets that you like it. Your husband had always been a man who loved cooking for others, finding great joy whenever people enjoy his cooking. It wasn't the praise he sought for, no, it was the dedication he puts into his dishes. The flavors he would incorporate into each serving, it is an art form for him.
The moment your cutlery hits the now empty porcelain plate, your husband looks at you with such a tenderness in his eyes. Love and food were indistinguishable to him, he had told you before.
"Mother showed her love to us with every food she made. She'd always put in the effort of making every bite count and worth it because she wnats us to enjoy it... "
He'd speak softly about his mother, the woman is his role model. Obvious in the way he acts and how he treats you, you've met the lady.. And gods... You remember the first time you met her.
You're greeted with a feast, a feast for.. God knows how many people. A soft spoken woman who spoke fondly of her son and her younger daughters. And his sisters, goodness his sisters, they wouldn't stop teasing him about fretting on the food the entire day that their mother had to temporarily ban him from the kitchen before he over thought his cooking!
Your heart swells at the memory of it all, a family of love. A mother who greeted everyone with warmth, who always gave a plate of warm cookies whenever someone was down.
Food as a love language.
"What are you thinking about? You've been staring at the plate for so long. Do you want more? "
His soft voice snaps you out of your day dream, your eyes meeting his questioning ones. You flash him a small smile.
"No, No. I'm full. "
He nods at your answer, standing up to grab his plate and yours before taking them to the sink to wash them.
You don't know how to tell him, you hopes he likes the news. You know he will, you're nervous about it all yet also excited to finally tell him of your news. His humming echoing out the small dining room as he washed the plated within the connected kitchen. You grip the envelope which sat on your lap, gently stroking the paper. You'll tell him once he's done, you'll do it.
You're too deep into your own thoughts of it all, of wondering if he will even accept it. If he will be happy with the news, so much so that you didn't notice him come back from doing the dishes, wiping his hands with a towel.
"Dear? Why aren't you getting ready for bed? "
He asks you, approaching the table, a worried look on his face upon noticing your troubled expression. Your heart jumps slightly at the unexpected return of your husband, your head snapping up to meet his gaze.
"Oh.. Uhm.. There's something i need to tell you. Please.. Sit down. "
Your voice, quiet and almost shaky causes the man to freeze. His shoulder tensing slightly and he can feel his own heart start to race. Is it bad news? You looked so.. Tense. Nervous. Was everything alright?
Yet despite his inner questioning, he only nods, hesitatingly sitting down on the seat he took moments before, across from you. You take a deep breath as you gently place the envelope on the table, sliding it over to him.
"I've been out the entire day because... I was at an appointment. "
You begin, his heart lurches to his chest as he looks at the envelope before looking back at you. Over and over again as his breathing increases, his body trembling as he shakily takes the paper in to his own hands. Slowly, he opens it, pulling out the papers within it.
It was...
... A loan?
Immediately, his nervousness die down, and instead it was replaced with confusion.
"Darling.. What is this? "
He questions softly, reading through the legal jargon of it all. Obviously it wasn't approved, not yet at least. You couldn't get a loan without his input and signature. But the question is.. Why? Why were you...?
"We got approved for the loan. "
You gently tell him, a small smile spreading across your cheeks and he just grew even more confused at it. Why are you taking out a loan? You weren't... Are you two struggling for money? Was he not bringing in enough to the table? He feels his heart clench at not being able to provide to you. He can feel his thoughts start to cloud, the words of his father echoing throughout his head again.
How he wasn't a man, how he's such a wuss, how he can never provide for his future wife, how he is.. How he is-
"... We can finally get that shop you wanted. "
His thoughts cut immediately at your words. His eyes, which were locked onto the letter immediately turn to you.
"W.. What..? "
The store...? What were you talking abou- His eyes widen as he looks at you immediately. The store. That... The place for sale nearby? That empty shop that's been for sale for gods knows how long.
"You mean...? "
"Yes. Yes, that one. "
Your smile stretches on your face, you can feel your heart race as you look at him intently. You could see the joy in his face, his eyes widening and excitement was flowing and spilling through his eyes.
"But.. But how? I thought- i thought there's already a buyer for that. I-"
"I begged them to hold off until we get the loan. They needed proof that we can even get it.. So I went to the bank earlier and found out we got approved. "
You speak, and with each and every word that you spoke, tears started to brimming his eyes. His breathing shaky again as he stares at you with such love in his eyes.
"I.. Honey, i-"
"We can finally start that flower shope business you wanted. "
Immediately, you are engulfed by his form, hands wrapping around your, his head buried in your shoulders as this grown man trembles in your grasp.
"Oh, honey.. "
You whisper, arms wrapping around his neck as you patted his back. You know he's always wanted to own a flower shop, he's always had a passion with gardening, had always wanted to show off his knowledge and even his own produce out to the world. But he never had the nerve to take the first step because he couldn't bring himself to ever focus on something he wanted.
He always thought of you, you first and the life you two wete building before his own ambitions
".. I.. I-i.. Honey.. I.. You.. "
He couldn't speak clearly, and you feel your shoulder, your dress, slowly start to get stained with tears, slowly soaking up his happy tears.
"Honey.. Sh... "
You whisper into his ears and he only hugs you tighter, his hand reaching up to gently grip your hair to hug you tighter.
"I... I.. Thank you, t.. Thank you..
.
.
.
... I love you. Gods.. I love you.. More than anything. "
༉‧₊˚.summary → You haven't heard from Varka in months, and suddenly a letter arrives.
༉‧₊˚.pairing → Varka x gn! reader
༉‧₊˚.status → married
༉‧₊˚.situation → angst, long distance relationship, you haven't seen your husband in 2 years, suggestions of death.
word count: 700+
You sat at your desk, your eyes glued to the letter in your hand - one that remained unopened with a seal you are far too familiar with. It was a letter from your husband. Some part of you wondered if you should still call him that given it's been approximately nine months, if not more, since you had recieved a letter from him. You do not know what to expect from this letter, you do not know if you want to know, to be honest.
A breath left your nose as your fingers slightly trembled at the feeling of this long-awaited reunion that is contained this envelope. A reunion through words on a piece of paper, there was a bitter amusement at that thought. With a clench of your jaw, you placed the envelope down and grasped the tiny knife to slowly slice it open.
Your heart skipped a beat, whether it was from excitement or fear, you did not know - and it made you all the more uneasy.
With that, the envelope gave way to the knife, causing an old, wilted flower to fall out along with an oddly crumpled letter. A huff of disbelief and also expectedness escaped you, causing you to slightly shake your head and close your eyes, "Typical Varka, always an dried up flower and some wine staining a letter." At least your nerves can somewhat calm down, if only a little.
Your hands instantly went to unfold the letter, your teeth sunk into your lower lip as your stomach tightened. Your cheeks had a flush to them as adrenaline coursed through your veins. Your eyes instantly recognised his handwriting, and it brought a small smile to your lips.
A sigh escaped you.
'To you, sweetheart
Forgive me for not writing sooner.
My hands have been completely tied with the expedition, but you often crossed my mind, love. You still get this old man's heart racing, even more so than damn wine. Ha, the power you hold over me even after all these years married.
....
Or maybe that's just how much I love you and miss you.
I've finally found time to sit down and write this. I've been incredibly worried about you and how you've been fairing in Mondstadt these months. I want to know everything in your next letter to me. I'll soon be arriving in Nod Krai, so please, don't respond to this letter yet, I'll send you another as soon as I arrive.
But you won't even believe it, I met the first of the Fatui Harbingers as well, an honourable man he is. I hope the next time him and I meet, we can duel like proper men. I'd love to see his strength.
Other than that, I trust you are well and staying safe. I know you're wondering when I'll be coming back, I already know what face you're making now. To be honest, I do not know. I do not know, sweetheart.
This expedition...even though I cannot say much about it, it is far more dangerous than I originally admitted to you. I am sorry for not being transparent on that, but I know you'd want to come along, and I cannot allow that.
Just know that I love you, and marrying you was the greatest decision I have ever made. Thank you for putting up with a husband like me, my love. Oh, my wine is running out, do forgive me, but I must finish off this letter. I cannot wait to contact you again once I'm in Nod Krai.
P.S. Please tell me everything.
P.S.S. I haven't forgotten your last words to me.
P.S.S.S Say them to me again when I come back.
With love,
Varka'
You folded the letter, your eyes moved to gaze outside the window at the sunset. You could not help but let out a shaky exhale as your fingers gently placed the letter against your heart. "You stupid, foolish man", you shakily whispered while your eyes closed, "I love you too."
A tear trickled down your cheek as an odd relief flooded you, but deep down, an aching fear began to gnaw at your heart. A bitter truth you do not want to admit. The truth that you could lose him to the embrace of death, and that terrifies you more than you could possibly verbalise.
"Please come home alive Varka...I need you...Please."
