Soooo I made this based on the new date (well more like the blurb ) translated by @perhaps-in-anotherdream (so sry for the tag it’s just cause you said you’d see it🥺)
And I can’t describe how much I love this idiot of a man 😩😩😩
Look at the way he looking at her, boi is in looove
you begin to feel exhaustion take over your body as you lay in bed with your husband.
it’s just all so perfect. the feeling of his arms wrapped around your torso as you lay your head on his chest.
the movie you two where watching becoming nothing more than background noise as sleep weighs down on your eyes.
your husband, who seemed to be silently admiring you this entire time rather than actually watching whatever movie it is you wanted to watch, notices the way your body begins the shut down.
he gently coos your name. you hum in response being too tired to move your mouth. “do you want to sleep dummy? i can turn off the movie” he says quietly, not wanting to disrupt the atmosphere.
you don’t reply, instead opting to wrap your arms tighter around him, pushing your face deeper into his chest.
he quietly laughs at the action and shuts the laptop you two were watching on.
he adjusts his body to where he could get a better view of your face. as if in a trance of your beauty, his eyes trace over the tiny little details of you. even in the darkness of the bedroom, only light source being the luminescence of the moon glowing across your features, he still felt in awe upon seeing your beauty.
he slowly drags a finger across your cheeks, then through the curve of you nose, then finally your brow line.
taking a gentle hold of your cheek he kisses you softly.
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 580
Warnings: N/A
Author's Note: Happy Birthday, @darling-dummy-blogs. I love you; thank you for sticking around through everything the past year or so! I appreciate the hell out of you! I hope you like your gift!
I watch Cassie laugh, closing her eyes and lifting her head to the sky, letting the raindrops land on her face. I stand with my umbrella above my head, listening to the soft patter of the rain while my beautiful wife dances and twirls in the rain. We were returning to my place after a date when the skies opened up, leaving us caught in the middle of a shower. Where I immediately grab the umbrella, which would easily fit the 2 of us, Cassie kicks off her shoes and runs down the sidewalk, giggling the entire time.
"Are you having fun there, my dear?" I chuckle, walking a few steps behind her, her shoes in my hand. She giggles more, jumping into a puddle and splashing water up her thighs. I hold in a chuckle, watching her dance around in the rain, getting herself absolutely drenched in the process. She fails to remember that we aren’t going to her apartment; we’re going to mine, where she has no clothes save for a bralette and a pair of panties.
A few minutes later, we make it to the front door of my building. Closing my umbrella, I quickly put in the code and opened the door, getting us in from the rain. We walked down the long hallways to my place, earning suspicious glances from my neighbours. “I offered the umbrella; she just chose to get wet. This was all her own doing.”
“I’m going to go get out of these wet clothes and grab a shower if that’s okay?” Cassie asks, even though I know she already knows the answer. I laugh, following her upstairs so I can also change out of my wet clothes. “Towels are in the closet outside the door. Don’t use up all the hot water!”
Cassie jumps into the shower, humming a tune to herself while I put on a dry pair of slacks and a dry t-shirt, gathering her up a t-shirt for her to wear, plus her sports bra and panties, when she inevitably remembers that she has nothing here. Not that I am bothered by the fact that she always wears my clothes whenever she’s here, but I love seeing how my shirts hand off her body and read her mid-thigh. There’s something so damn hot about it.
Hearing the water turn off, I gather the garments in my hand and head out of my room, waiting by the closed bathroom door. “Uh… Victor..” She calls out. “Can I borrow something to wear? I forgot to bring clothes again….”
I laugh, opening the door and going to place the clothes on the counter for her. “There are clothes on the counter for you, my dear. I knew you forgot them, why not just pack a bag and leave it here? Although that would be the smart thing to do, now wouldn’t it?”
“HEY!”
“Oh, my favourite dummy.” I smile before leaving the bathroom to give her some privacy. I headed downstairs to pull up a movie for us to watch once she was done. I was lost in thought, contemplating many useless things, when her form came into my line of sight, bare legs up till high thigh. I swallow hard, readjusting my slacks before pulling her onto my lap.
She squeals slightly before settling into my lap, sliding a hand up her bare thigh. “You look great in my clothes, by the way. Perhaps you should “forget” your clothes more often.”