Day 7-9 of Domestic Fluff

Huddles & Cuddles by Aimo (Blackwall and Fem Cadash)

And yes, apparently I am incapable of posting these consistently, so I’m posting them when I can. 

Exercising – Day 7

Ava did not like to exercise, at least not intentionally. If, for example, she managed to walk all morning while hanging out at a vintage market, then that sort of exercise was just fine for her. Paying money to be a part of a gym and take an on-going aerobics class was something that she didn’t normally last that long in. She would start it all full of vim and vigor, and be totally gung-ho for a couple sessions, but usually got bored and stopped going after a while. This time though, she also knew that she and Blackwall needed to get out and exercise more. He was beginning to develop a small paunch, to say nothing of her growing tummy, which on a dwarf was even more noticeable.

That was why she had bought some comfy exercise shorts, a t-shirt, and some walking shoes and had asked Blackwall to take walks with her at night. Nothing too strenuous, just a mile or two walking at their normal pace (his was slowed down a bit because he was so much taller than her and had longer legs) and then they could add to the mileage once they built their endurance up. Plus it gave them the chance to discuss their day and get away from the house.

Even on the weekends, they didn’t miss a day. Blackwall worked remodeling and construction firm during the week so he got plenty of exercise, but he knew how important it was to Ava to do this, so he participated, even if he was exhausted. Before they had started walking every day, there were nights that he would pass out in his recliner almost as soon as he got home. Though he would probably never admit it out loud, the walks gave him a chance to unwind and de-stress at the end of a busy week.

Wearing Each Others Clothes – Day 8

Blackwall is a big bear of a man. Literally, he is about 6’3” and weighed about 275lbs, though most of that was muscle from all the heavy lifting and moving he did all day. He is a supervisor, but preferred to be out in the field versus staying at the office and doing paperwork. Ava, on the other hand, is a dwarf and as such, is significantly shorter, though she’s rather tall in her family. She had a more sedentary job working as his secretary, so she kept together all the paperwork that he hated doing when he was in the office. It was a win-win situation for them both. Ava was about a foot shorter than him and weighed about 100 lbs less, and was more curvy, so fitting into each others clothes was comical at best. She did like wearing his t-shirts because they were usually more soft, smelled like him, and could literally cover her down to mid-thighs. They usually ended up being her sleep shirts.  The things he liked to wear were her scarves. She crocheted them herself every fall, were soft, and kept him warm in the winter times, even if they were a bit more pastel than he typically wore.

“How come I can never find my black shirt?” Blackwall complained, currently tearing apart the room to find said shirt.

“Which one sweetie? You’ll have to be more specific. Pretty much all your shirts are black,” Ava replied, not looking up from her book, the latest Laini Taylor book that she’d finally been able to put her hands on.

“The one with all the different gaming controllers, that’s all pixelated?” he queries, then pauses to look at what she is wearing. “Wait a minute…you’re wearing it again! Why didn’t you say so earlier?” he exclaims, obviously frustrated.

“Because I’ve been in it for hours and it’s comfy,” Ava states, hands on her hips in just the t-shirt and some undies. “But if you want it back, here…take it,” she responds, taking it off and handing it to him without a second glance.

He blank stares at her for a minute, standing in a power stance with only her underwear on, and then swallows, his mouth suddenly bone dry. “No love, it looks better on you,” he says quietly, handing it back to her.

She smirks as she knows it took all his willpower not to do anything. She grabs it and puts it back on, and then stands on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. “Thanks,” she says softly and sits back down to read.

Nursing the Sick One – Day 9

Why were men always so pathetic when they were sick? Ava muttered to herself, under her breath. Normally she would’ve just left him to his own devices, to take care of himself, but she had gotten ill as well. Blackwall was propped up in bed with his pillows, looking miserable. They both had the flu and couldn’t keep much down. Ava had swung by the store to pick up some ginger ale, Gatorade, crackers, and severe cold and flu medicine. As soon as she got home, she got into her comfy pajamas and set herself up in the living room. She’d given him the bed because she had trouble going to sleep anyways and it was nearly impossible when she was this congested. Sleeping in the recliner was the only thing that allowed her to breathe.

She got the chicken broth and some orzo from the pantry, and set about making her own chicken soup. She brought it in to Blackwall with a spoon and some crackers, a book tucked under her arm to read when she got back in the living room. “Here ya go, do you think you can stomach it? I brought some Saltines as well if not,” she said with a smile.

“Thank you love, you always take such good care of me,” he responds, turning his head and coughing into his elbow before he can take the bowl from her. “Where are you gonna be? I know you’re not feeling well either.”

“I’m camped out in the living room so I can hopefully get some sleep. I’ll be alright in there by myself. Not feeling as nauseous as before, but I’ll have some ginger ale anyways,” she replied.

“But I want you to be in here, to be with me and take care of me,” Blackwall says frowning.

“Oh, all right you big baby,” Ava responds with a laugh. She goes back to the living room to get her drink, then climbs into the other side of the bed and gets under the covers, propping her back up with pillows so she is comfortable. “Put your head in my lap and I’ll stroke your hair until you fall asleep.” He puts on The Princess Bride on the TV because he knows it’s one of her favorite movies, and then lays across the bed with his head in her lap above the covers. As Ava is avidly watching the movie, she is running her fingers through his head, scratching it and massaging his scalp. It is not long before he falls asleep, snoring loudly. All of that congestion isn’t letting him breathe any easier, she mutters to herself. She watches the movie to the end, and then nods off herself, so comfortable in the nest of blankets and with her own personal radiator laying on her, to keep her warm.

Day 6 of 30 Days of Domestic Fluff

Shopping (for Needs)

Grocery shopping was one of the only other chores, besides laundry, that Ava hated with a passion. But it had to be done. So once every two weeks, when she got paid, she went to the store. She tried not to go in-between pay periods but always seemed to run out of something important. Sometimes it was calming and she got lost in the experience, though that was usually reserved when she went to an Antivan or Nevarran market, because there was always so much to look at and explore. Usually though she just made a list and did her best to stick to it. When she was over at Blackwall’s apartment, she liked to go shopping with him. Not that it went any quicker but it made everything seem more domestic and she liked that. Plus she usually spent the whole weekend over at his place so it had to happen sometime.

Blackwall and Ava got separate carts so their stuff didn’t get all mixed up. Ava thought it was a little anal, but she could understand where he was coming from. You could tell from what he was getting that he was a single guy, as it mostly included pasta and other quick meals, whereas her basket had more fresh veggies and things that might take longer to make because she enjoyed cooking. Ava didn’t have as much time for baking as she used to, but she cooked whenever she had a few extra hours. This particular store, Edith’s, also had bulk items so you could regularly used items like pasta, granola, polenta, or rice and get them for cheaper.

The only downside to shopping at Edith’s was you had to bag your own groceries. Luckily one of Ava’s previous jobs had been as a cashier and bagger, so she had some experience of how it should be done properly (none of that putting heavy cans on top of spinach or the like). They loaded the groceries into Blackwall’s car and drove back to his apartment, stopping by her car to load the dry stuff into her vehicle, so they didn’t take up so much room at his place and then helped him take in his groceries.

“I’ve got to get you to eat healthier! I’ll have to start cooking more at your apartment,” Ava exclaimed, wagging her finger at him.

“I know I know. I’ve been a bachelor too long and am way out of practice, though I do at least exercise every now and again,” Blackwall replies, capturing her waist with his hands and pulling her closer. “I’d love for us to make food together though, do you think you can handle that?”

“I know you’re not that adventurous with eating, but I can ease you into more daring choices. Besides there’s so many amazing things to eat!” Ava says excitedly, raising her hands up in the air to punctuate her point.

NaNoWriMo 2018

I know me and I won’t write a novel in a month, but at least it can get me writing everyday (though I’ve already had a late start). Because I mostly write Dragon Age fanfics and post it on AO3 when I am comfortable enough with it (and have it edited by a friend), I’ve decided to try a challenge I found on the DA Prompt Exchange and taken from this Tumblr, and called 30 Days of Domestic Fluff. I’d like to use my newest story creation characters, Avana (Ava for short) Cadash and Blackwall, but in a modern setting.

And of course, I’ve not managed to write the first four days so I have have five prompts to finish today. And they were briefly edited by me, so probably not as polished as they usually are, but they were fun to do. They are mostly SFW, except the last story which gets a little NSFW.

1. Waking Up Together
   

They had been dating about four months before he was finally able to sleep over at her house, due to his crazy working schedule. It had been years since Ava had had someone spend the night and wasn’t sure what to expect. She was so anxious she had not slept a wink till about 1 am, and of course her body woke up like clockwork at 7am. He was still asleep, snoring rather loudly, but it didn’t bother her. Just seeing him completely relaxed, sprawled out in her king sized bed was enough to give her small smile. She had only been up about ten minutes when he rolled over onto his back and rubbed a hand over his eyes.

“Morning,” Ava says quietly, hoping not to startle him.

“Good morning,” Blackwall replies gruffly, his voice still half-asleep.

“I know it’s early, but I couldn’t sleep. I normally get up between 6:30-8:30 am regardless of what day it is,” Ava responds in a rush as the color quickly spreads across her cheeks.

“No need to be nervous love,” Blackwall insists, rolling on his side to face her and leaning in to lightly kiss her lips. He brings a hand up to her face, running a thumb down her cheek before sliding his hand back into her hair and deepening the kiss. They continue for another minute before Ava finally pulls back.

“I know, it’s just been awhile for me. I mean I’ve only ever been with two guys and you’re the second. I just don’t want to screw anything up,” Ava says with a frown.

“Trust me love, you’re not. I’m perfectly happy the with the way things are going,” Blackwall says with a big smile on his face, and moves his hand down her side and around to her back, pulling her closer to him. This time she leans in to initiate the kiss and gets thoroughly lost in him and forgets about her worries.

2. Morning Routine

Finally it was time to get up. Since Ava had gotten up early, there was still over an hour until she needed to get ready but she had been enjoying a little extra time in bed with Blackwall. Early morning shenanigans were her favorite after all, she thought to herself with a big grin on her face.

“I’ll take a shower first, so you can go back to sleep if you want. But I will have some music on.” Ava said aloud.

Blackwall smiled at her and flipped away from the sunny windows to get some more shut-eye. Ava grabbed her phone from the dresser and took off the black cotton and lace nightie that she somehow miraculously still had on, and slung it over the end of the bed. She turned on the shower, finding the right temperature. Finding her Happy Mix playlist, she put it on and stepped into the shower. Getting under the warm water felt wonderful, and Ava felt her body slowly relax. After washing her hair, face and body, she turned off the water and grabbed a towel to wrap around herself.  Ava grabbed her toothbrush and brushed her teeth. She opened the bathroom door and the steam built up in the bathroom from the shower billowed out of the room.

“Your turn,” she exclaimed, leaning over Blackwall to give him a quick kiss and then shook her wet hair all over him.

 

3. Doing Laundry

Ava had been putting it off for the last couple of days, like she always did. I really detest doing laundry, she muttered to herself.

Blackwall came in quietly and grabbed her in a bear hug from behind, surprising her. Ava squeaked and Blackwall laughed. “I know you hate it, but it’s got to be done love,” he said leaning his head over to kiss her neck. He lifted his head and continued, “You start the first load and I’ll help you fold it when it gets out in a couple of hours.”

Ava went outside to the patio where the washer and dryer lived, put the first load in the washing machine, put the detergent in, and turned it on. Then she came back inside to the living room and curled up on the couch next to Blackwall with her head against his side, and they settled in to watch a movie on Netflix. An hour or so later, the dryer dinged to tell them it was finished, and Ava went out to get the basket full of clothes. They went into the bedroom and started folding each other’s laundry. It feels nice to do something so couple-y, thought Ava with a slight smile on her face.

 

4. A Night In

Ava had been driving around all day running errands. She had gotten up extra early so she’d have time to do everything. She had completely forgot about the author event her friend Varric was a part of and that she had promised to take him so he didn’t have to rely on public transportation. She had also promised to babysit a friend’s child and take them to the local Children’s Museum, but thankfully that opened later. She drove her friend to the author event first thing in the morning and then was able to pick up the child and go play with them at the Children’s Museum for a few hours before having to dash back to pick up Varric and take him home. It was nearly dusk by the time she was able to  head over to Blackwall’s house.

“On my way there,” she told him over the phone. “I can’t wait to just chill at home with you. I’m so exhausted.”

Ava pulls into the parking lot, gets her overnight bag out of the trunk and walks to his front door. She uses the knocker twice and he quickly comes to the door, his frame filling up almost the entirety of the open door. He must not have left the house because he’s in his comfy pajama bottoms and a t-shirt.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve missed you,” Blackwall admits. He waits until she’s laid down her bags before he walks over and gives her a hug. She loves being wrapped in his arms and he knows how relaxed it makes her feel. “Why don’t you get your comfortable pajamas on and I’ll order us some Chinese?” he adds.

“You know just what I need. I knew there was a reason I loved you,” Ava snarkily replies, and earns a smack on the behind as she walks away. She giggles as she makes her way to his bedroom where she takes her overnight bag.

“I love you too,” Blackwall yells after her with a smirk.

Ava takes off her clothes and changes into a tank top and the super soft pajama bottoms she loves to lounge in. She comes back into the living room and settles at the end of the couch. Blackwall sits down next to her and finds the show they’re going to watch on Netflix. About ten minutes into it, there is a knock on the door and the delivery guy has arrived with the food. It smells amazing and Ava is so hungry, as she realizes she hasn’t eaten since that morning in her haste to get to her destinations.

“I got you that spicy noodle dish you like and dumplings to share, and I picked up a pint of that Salted Caramel ice cream earlier because I know how long today has been,” Blackwall informs me, setting the take-out on the side table.

Ava doesn’t even wait for him to sit down before she pounces. “You are the best boyfriend ever!” she exclaims, pushing him into a seated position on the couch and climbing on his lap. She strokes the side of his face and looks into his eyes, before slowly leaning into kiss him. His hands slide down her back and sides to the top of her bottom and he squeezes it in appreciation. The kiss becomes more aggressive and soon she is grinding in to him. Needless to say, they end up eating their food cold an hour or so later.

 

 

5. Nighttime Routine

 

It was close to 11pm when they finally headed to bed. Blackwall went into the bathroom first and Ava got dressed into her pajamas while he was in there. It was never anything too fancy unless it was a special occasion, usually just a tshirt and shorts or occasionally a night gown. “As little as possible” was usually the way Ava liked to handle it because she couldn’t sleep when she was too warm (even in the winter), plus Blackwall was usually like a radiator and projected the heat from his body, so if she ever felt cold, she would snuggle up against him.

He finally came out and Ava went inside, using the bathroom first and then washing her hands and brushing her teeth. She came back out and got into bed lying down on her side and getting comfortable. Blackwall stares intensely into her eyes for a minute, looking like he wants to say something important, but doesn’t. Instead he leans forward and kisses her, his lips deceptively soft. She loves sucking on his bottom lip and doesn’t waste an opportunity to do so now, licking all around his mouth when she’s done. Ava secretly loves the way he moans under his breath when she does that and she knows he’s getting hard. She reaches down his body and can just feel the outline of him in his boxer shorts, but doesn’t reach inside quite yet.

“Do you want to continue things or are you ready for sleep?” she says backing away from him and looking at him expectedly. She knows she is giving him a questioning look and begging him to continue, but also knows that his stamina won’t always allow him to last as long as he would like, especially if he was up early. “I mean, you know I’m always up for it but…” and she trails off, unsure if she should continue. She lays back on the bed but still looks at him.

Blackwall comes closer and looks down at her, lightly tracing down her arm with his fingertips. “We should just continue like this and see where things go,” Blackwall responds with a pause and a tentative smile.

“As long as you keep touching me, we can keep doing this as long as you want. I need your hands on me,” Ava asserts. She turns on her side to look at him intently.

“As my lady commands,” Blackwall replies, pulling Ava’s shirt up and exposing her breast. He cups it in his hand and a shiver runs down her spine. He aggressively starts kissing her while pinching her nipples hard. She pauses mid kiss to moan into his mouth and then continues to make out with him. They eventually get to sleep later that night, though it was a lot later than they originally intended.