this was written for the lovely lovely mrs lindstrom @lindstrms , HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE <333
i apologise in advance if this sucks, i tried 😭
I LOVE YOUUUU I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY <333
summary
your husband lars surprises you for your birthday
warnings
oh its fluff. it's marshmallow fluff straight from the jar with a spoon. suggestive near the end, the teeniest age gap of like 6 years (reader is 21, lars is 27), wife!reader, husband!lars, post bianca, probably ooc, lars is a little better with reader's touch
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the sun made it's way through the slats of your bedroom blinds in the morning time of your special day. your eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the light. you turned on your side to where your husband slept, but you were met with an empty space. your brows furrowed slightly as you sat up, looking around the room. your eyes stopped on something at the bottom of the bed - a pink flower, with a little sticky note on the stem. you picked the flower up with the delicacy it called for, and read the note attached to it.
"happy birthday, lovebug. come downstairs when you wake up :)"
you smiled gently and pulled yourself up out of bed. you kicked your feet into a pair of slippers and made your way down the stairs to find your husband.
you found lars in the kitchen, surrounded by balloons in your favourite colours, a large gold foil '21' balloon behind him. across the table was breakfast from your favourite place. you also noticed a series of dishes on the counter and the distinct smell of vanilla honey air freshener, suggesting that he'd tried and failed to make something for you himself before he went out and bought you breakfast instead.
lars was stood in a cozy sweater, the one you loved most, with a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands and a sweet smile on his face as he saw you enter the room.
"there's my girl... happy birthday, bug." he spoke softly to you, not wanting to be too noisy in case you weren't fully awake yet.
you smiled brightly, your heart melting at the sight of the effort he'd put into making your day special. you made your way over to him, placing a gentle hand on his arm as you leaned up on your toes to kiss his cheek. he still had to lean down slightly for you. a rosy tint crept over his cheeks and nose at the feeling of your lips. it'd been a long road, but lars was getting better at accepting your touch more often. he was okay with soft kisses and gentle touching, and cuddling at night became a must for him faster than you'd have expected. you still had a long way to go with him, but you were much further than you used to be with him.
"thank you, my love. you did all this?"
lars nodded with a slight nervousness.
"is this- do you like it? i hoped you would..."
his nerves made you melt. god, he was such a sweetheart.
"i love it. this was so sweet of you, lars, thank you."
he smiled happily at your response. he held the flowers out to you, which you carefully accepted.
"i already cut the stems and everything for you. they just need water."
you motioned for him to lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before moving to grab a vase for your flowers. you placed them in the water and set them on the table in the sun. they looked so beautiful there, but lars was too distracted by how beautiful his wife was. slightly messy bed hair, cute pj's and slippers, he was obsessed with what god had blessed his life with. he worshipped you more than god.
he watched as you sat at the table, looking lovingly at your pretty flowers, and before he could convince himself it'd hurt, he was on his knees looking up at you. your eyes left the flowers and met his own in slight confusion.
"what're you doing down there?"
"i... i wanna worship you... give you a birthday treat... is- is that okay...?" he asked with the nerves of a lost puppy. he was so cute.
"wh... are you sure, baby? i don't wanna hurt you if it's too much..." you expressed your concern gently, not pushing him away if that's what he wanted, but ensuring he knew you weren't expectant of anything that'd cross his boundaries. he smiled slightly, that cute little curve of his mouth, and nodded.
"i want to..."
that was the last thing that was said before his hands reached up for your waistband, ready to worship the woman of his dreams, his birthday girl...
please do tell me.... do you have any thoughts on somno with holland?
i think its very often when he comes home late after drinking. he sees you all laid out nice and pretty in bed and just cant resist...
mwah😽
HIIIII ROW HELLO MY LOVE <333
i absoLUTELY have thoughts on somno with holland you have come to the right place !!!
KISSES FOR YOU ROW MWAH MWAH MWAH ★
alright lemme cook
★ sleepy doll ★
🌌 smut 🌌 WARNING !!! MDNI !!!
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warnings - smut, somno (prior consent given), tipsy!husband!holland, wife!reader, masturbation (f), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!! holland is sleazy!!! never use holland as a good example for anything!!!), swearing, slight angst, fluffy end, this was much longer than intended so strap on in, i'm not fixing my capital letters idc i'm too sleepy i might come back and do it, i started this at like 3 in the morning so if it looks weird no it doesn't shhh
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holland and healy had closed another case, which meant what it always does - holland wasn't going to be home before you fell asleep. he'd be there when you woke up, sure. but you usually found him sprawled somewhere uncomfortable because he stumbled and couldn't pull himself back up. you couldn't say you were a huge fan of holland's drinking anyway, that's for sure.
holly had asked to stay with her friend tonight, jessica, which you agreed to seeing as it was a friday night. so, with the house to yourself, you decided to pour a glass of wine and run yourself a bath. nothing wrong with a little self care time. you filled the tub, added some bubbles, lit a few candles and stripped down before sinking into the comfort of the warm water, letting all of your stress wash away.
you let yourself relax in the bath for a long while, your thoughts seeping into nothingness as your muscles relaxed and your eyes fluttered shut.
one thought did weasel its way back in however.
the thought of your husband.
fuck, why'd he have to do this to you all the time? i mean, the occasional drink, the often drink, you'd understand. but constant drinking? it was a problem. you'd fought over it before, and in his defense he's better now than he used to be. but he's far from where you need him to be.
you missed him. that was a lot of the problem. it was a layered issue, obviously. there was three main parts in your view: holland self destructing, holland being hammered around holly, and you missing your husband. you hated it.
you missed the little things. movie nights with him and holly where you'd all snuggle up to fit under one blanket, you and holly on either side of him to steal his warmth and steal the popcorn from the bowl he held. you missed holding his hand, missed when he'd scoop you up in his arms and attack you with kisses to make you laugh sweetly. you missed dancing with him in your kitchen at god knows what time long after holly had gone to bed.
you missed his touch. when he came home early enough to take you to bed and make sweet love to you. when slow, loving kisses turned to heated passion. when the tip of his cock would meet your tongue and make him whine. when the feeling of his moustache scratching against you was delicious enough to make you arch your back and make that pretty little sound that drove him crazy. when he'd fuck you and kiss you and babble sweet everythings to your soul until you saw the sun peek through the blinds. you missed that.
the thoughts were racing through your head faster than you could stop them. it'd been a while since you'd had sex now, with holland and healy taking case after case. he just wasn't home enough. typically, you'd have holly in the house, so it wasn't the most important thing you were thinking of. you were living without it. but holly wasn't here tonight. just you. and the images in your head were screaming at you to let them take over.
so you did. you downed the rest of your wine, setting the empty glass down on the floor next to the tub, before settling back and getting comfortable.
you let one hand slowly slide down your body under the water, stopping briefly to toy with your nipple. the small noise of sensitivity that left your throat only showcased how long you'd gone without it. you stayed with it for a while, before letting your hand fall further under the water, tracing down your stomach to your oh so needy pussy. you gasped shakily when your fingers met your aching clit. you began rubbing small, slow circles, like holland would when he was teasing. "s' okay, doll, i'll get you there. just gonna play with you a little..." he'd say as you whined sweetly at him.
you weren't greedy. not yet anyway. you simply rubbed yourself in slow motions, letting little breathy sighs slip past your lips as you thought of your husband and what he'd do to you.
as you grew closer, you sped up slightly, hearing his voice in your head. "atta girl, c'mon. y'gonna cum on my fingers, babydoll? yeah? that's my girl, c'mon..."
that always took you over the edge, and tonight wasn't any different, despite the fact that he wasn't even here. his voice in your head was enough to have your legs shaking, splashing water onto the floor. you gripped the side of the tub with your free hand and moaned loud as you came.
you came back down to earth with shaky breaths and small whimpers of your husband's name. you chuckled breathlessly when you saw how much water you'd kicked onto the floor during your orgasm. you pulled the plug and stepped out of the bath, bracing yourself on the wall for a moment to regain the strength in your legs. you wrapped a soft towel around yourself before grabbing a second towel to dry up the mess on the tiles.
once the floor was dry, you padded into your bedroom and dumped the wet towel in the washing basket in the corner before using the softer one wrapped around you to dry yourself off. you dried off your hair, slipping into a pair of soft panties and one of holland's shirts that retained his scent before curling up in bed. your face buried itself in the pillows as you fell asleep on your side, facing away from where holland would be sleeping if he was home with you.
holland finally stumbled through the door with whisky on his breath in the early hours of the morning, his attempt at being quiet not working out so well for him. he sauntered his way to your shared bedroom, pulling his tie loose as he went. this was one of the few times he actually made it to your bedroom rather than falling over and just choosing to stay there for the night. when he entered, he saw his beautiful wife asleep under the covers. alone. again.
it really did break his heart seeing you curled up on your own. he wishes he was a better man. he wants to be, really. but he's not.
he sighs softly, cut off by a drunken hiccup. he strips himself down to his boxers, albeit clumsily, and pulled back the covers to climb into bed with you. but when he did, he saw that the shirt you were wearing - his shirt - had ridden up to your waist, revealing those soft panties that clung to your ass just the way he liked. oh dear god.
he was hard in seconds. record time, honestly. although his previous times were stiff competition, holland always got it up quick for you. he couldn't help it. he loves his wife.
his drunk brain was a mess, but he was ever so kindly reminded of a time when you'd told him you wouldn't mind if he fucked you when you slept. oh, he was so grateful to remember that right now.
holland brushes your hair out of the way and presses his lips to the back of your neck gently, his hand finding its way to your hip. he squeezes gently as he sucks the most gentle hickeys into your neck, careful not to wake up his sleeping beauty. he slowly starts to rut against your ass, whimpering as he does so.
he slides his hand down slowly under your panties, letting out a soft moan when he finds you already wet even in your sleep. he does exactly what you'd pictured earlier, rubbing you in slow, soft circles, making you gasp softly as you slept.
"shit, mh... s'cute..."
holland finally couldn't take it anymore. he removed his fingers from your dripping folds, bringing them up to his lips and whining at the taste of his girl. he drew your panties down just enough, and removed his boxers entirely, tossing them across the room haphazardly. he reached down and grabbed his cock at the base, jerking it a couple of times before lining himself up at your entrance. he slid his tip through your folds once or twice before finally sinking into you with a pathetic moan. he heard you whimper all soft and sleepy and he had to fight not to cum right then and there.
he tried to let you adjust so you'd be less likely to wake up, but you just felt so warm and wet and good, he couldn't help himself. his hips started moving in a sloppy rhythm, his sounds echoing through the room.
holland was falling apart inside you. he was a slurring, babbling mess. though that was true of him when he was sober too. he always thought you were made for him in every possible way. he always told you that. "you're my pretty doll. made fr' me. you're my perfect girl..." he'd whisper to you, looking deep into your eyes like your soul was swimming in there.
it wasn't long at all until he reached his peak, his voice an octave higher and his pretty noises coming more frequently. he came with the prettiest moan, his release flooding into you.
he stayed like that, stayed inside you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his nose into your neck. he fell asleep drowning in you, just where he always wanted to be. always.
he wanted to be a better man for you. and for holly. and by god, he was going to be. starting right now. he was going to be happy.
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thank you for reading !! thank you so much row for the request !! <333
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