Feels Like the First Time

Pairing: Eddie x plus sized female reader

Rating: Explicit — minors do not interact

Genre: fluff, explicit smut

Word count: 5.8k

Summary: Eddie is your best friend, and has always been a little bit of a perv, but that doesn’t matter to you much considering you’re in love with him. Things change though when he sees you in something a little more revealing than he’s used to.

Warnings: idiots to lovers aka best friends to lovers, lowkey perv Eddie, mentioned porn, Eddie likes his girls thick idc I make the rules, Eddie sees the reader almost naked and falls in love™️, mentioned drug use, overuse of pet names, finger sucking, mentioned throat fucking (does not occur), choking, impact play/pussy slapping, master kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, loss of virginity (both reader and Eddie whoops), protected sex, safeword discussion, dirty talk (these two are filthy), dumbification if you squint, Eddie being silly -- if I missed anything please let me know!

Request status: yes! Requested by @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul

Authors note: sorry this has taken 75000 years 🙃 but it’s here! And it’s somewhat more lighthearted than thick with desire but I hope everyone still likes it!! Also it has been beta read so I hope it’s clean but if not, please let me know 💞

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You always noticed how Eddie stared at you.

It didn’t bother you — you had gotten used to people’s eyes on you. There was just more of you to see than most of the other girls, and Eddie was, to put it lightly, a perv. He was obsessed with the “female form” as he put it. He never shied away from the topic of sex and what he found to be turn on, most of which came down to his personal motto: the bigger the better. And his views on sex helped you come out of your shell a bit. You weren’t a prude, just… inexperienced. But Eddie just being himself made you feel comfortable with sex — I mean you had to be with the amount of porn you found under his bed and on his nightstand. Eddie was your best friend, and he outright refused to keep secrets from you, including what type of porn he liked, and expected you to do the same. It hadn’t been easy at first, but the more time you spent around Eddie, the more free you felt.

The only secret you kept from him was that you were painfully in love with him; I mean how could you not be? He was sweet, funny, caring, and had the best hair in Hawkins (sorry Steve). But you pushed those feelings down, deep down, because you couldn’t live without Eddie. You didn’t want to lose him because of a silly crush you’d been holding onto for nearly a year, he meant too much to you. He was a constant in your life that you outright refused to give up. So, you carried on like normal, pushing down the longing you felt pang in your chest every time he made a comment about your figure, called you sweetheart, let you have the last bite of his food, or let you steal all of the blankets when you spent the night.

And you spent many nights at the Munson trailer getting high with Eddie while Wayne worked, even now after you had graduated from Hawkins High while he was attempting to finish his senior year for the third time. But an extra year for him to graduate wasn’t something that put either of you off — in fact it made you closer. Instead of meeting every day in the hallways between class, Eddie would pick you up from the salon you worked at to smoke and hang out, or even just take you home so you could spend some time together at the end of the day. Or you would join in Hellfire frivolities, much to everyone’s joy — especially the freshmen Eddie had collected.

But today was a holiday weekend, and you and Eddie were blessed by a weekend completely devoid of obligations. Wayne was out of town, the salon was closed, neither of you had anywhere to be, and your only thought was getting high enough to not feel the lingering stress of the past few weeks. Eddie had gone so far as to drag his mattress into the living room and made a fort out of some old sheets that looked suspiciously like ones that had disappeared from your linen closet after you complained about needing to get rid of them.

“Alright princess, we’ve got snacks, drinks, and enough weed to keep us obliterated until tomorrow night,” he smiled proudly, standing triumphantly in front of the entrance to the fort, before bowing dramatically, “Your castle, m’lady.”

“Why thank you, good sir,” you giggled, curtseying exaggeratedly in response. But Eddie grabbed your wrist and pulled you haphazardly into the fort, a scream leaving your lips as you felt the momentary weightlessness take over. But the next thing you knew, you were pinned to the mattress by Eddie’s lean frame, a proud smile on his face as he stared down at you. “What was that for, you big meanie,” you pouted up at him.

He shrugged, refusing to release your intertwined hands from where he had them pressed against the soft surface, “Just thought I’d keep ya on your toes, sweetheart,” he boasted, letting his body collapse onto you. You sighed dramatically, knowing it was useless to try and get him off you when he was like this.

Despite being as thin as he was, Eddie was surprisingly strong. He was able to manhandle you in a way you didn’t think was possible for your size, often taking to throwing you around like a rag doll in his play fights, and easily pinning you down to tickle you until you were crying and begging for mercy. But when Eddie got like this — especially when he was high — he stuck to you like a flytrap. Moving more than a few inches at a time was relatively impossible with his limbs wrapped around you like a boa constrictor.

You knew you were in for it when he slithered down slightly, sliding his arms around your waist and letting his head rest on your chest, his legs tightening around your own. You couldn’t help but laugh, earning a pinch to your side, “Pillows don’t laugh, pretty girl,” he chastised before finally settling.

“Eddie,” you whined, trying to shake him off you, “I’m not a pillow, and I’m hungry,” you complained, feeling the effects of the joint you two had shared on the drive over. It made you feel like you were floating, and Eddie’s body weight was the only thing keeping you from flying away.

“But sweetheart,” he whined, “We have all day to eat—“

“We also have all day for me to be your pillow but Eddie I’m hungry, and I’m warm,” you argued, grabbing a fist full of his hair and tugging on it gently, getting a deep moan from him in response.

“Christ, warn a guy before you go around pulling on his hair like that. You’re gonna give me the wrong idea, princess,” he smiled proudly, before sighing deeply and rolling off you. “But I guess you can eat. But pillow time later, promise me!” he demanded, eyebrows furrowed as he stared into your eyes, pinky held out toward you.

You wrapped your pinky around him with a roll of your eyes, a bright smile spreading across Eddie’s face as it did, “Now can you please feed me?”

“Alright, alright,” he sighed, pushing himself off the bed before turning and wiggling his fingers at you. You grabbed his hands, allowing him to heave you off the floor, steadying you as you nearly face planted into his chest, “Whoa there, don’t need you falling for me yet,” he said with a wink.

“You’re the worst,” you grumbled, pushing him away from you as you went to retrieve your backpack. He just snickered to himself, letting you stomp away from him like a pouting child.

But Eddie was grateful for the moment of separation — he was on the losing end of a battle with his own hormones. It had taken every ounce of self control he had not to rut himself into you and bury his face in your chest.

He’d always played off his attraction for you as a generalized turn on — which wasn’t far off to say. He liked seeing the girls in his dirty mags that had more on their frames. More hips, more thigh, more ass, more tits. But his real turn on was you. It had been ever since the summer of ‘84 when the two of you had gone swimming in Lovers Lake after his broken air conditioner had forced you both out of the trailer.

You had stripped down to barely anything, demanding he turn away as you ran into the tepid waters. Eddie hadn’t meant to sneak a peek, only looking when he heard you yelp loudly. He had honestly thought you were hurt; he just wanted to check in on you. But what he got instead was the sight of your thin panties stretched over the roundness of your ass, the dimples and puckers in your skin on display; it took his breath away. But when you turned, and he caught a glimpse of your nipples poking against the thin matching material of your bra, one that was nearly too small to contain the fat of your tits, made him feel like a prepubescent boy about to lose his load looking down the shirt of his uncles ex girlfriend when he was 10.

But ever since that day, he’d been embarrassingly attracted to you. He thought everything you did was pure pornography and it was torture. He was getting more and more depraved and desperate as the days went on too. The simple act of you throwing your bare legs over his during movie nights and the light catching the hair of your legs got him hard, and the pout that seemed to permanently live on your mouth drove him crazy. He wanted to fill your bratty little mouth, make you choke on his fingers, or even better, his cock; make you gag and drool and cry as he abused your poor throat.

The worst part of it was that it seemed like you didn’t notice at all.

Gareth and Jeff had approached him multiple times about his borderline creepy behavior, worried about how it would affect the group if you grew tired of it. But he’d proven to them various times that you simply didn’t care — or at least pretended not to. They watched as he manhandled you into his lap during Hellfire, hands all over you. It would have been nearly obscene if you hadn’t giggled and slapped his chest playfully, rolling your eyes at him.

And your lack of reaction only made Eddie more bold. He was never one to back down from a challenge, always willing to push his limits until he either got what he wanted, or got burned.

But fuck did he want you. You were basically already living in domesticated bliss; all that needed to change was instead of fucking his fist every night to the thought of you, he’d be actually fucking you.

He barely realized he’d gotten himself so worked up just thinking about you, he’d shoved his hand in his pants and had began to stroke his painfully hard cock, praying that he’d cum before you walked back in the room so he didn’t have to walk past you with his cock throbbing painfully. He only hoped his black jeans would conceal the wet spot well enough.

But his prayers went unanswered as you threw open the door to his bedroom forcing him to yank his hand out of his pants with a hiss as his finger caught the zipper, slicing through the thin skin shallowly. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he grumbled.

“Eds are you okay?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern as you straddled his legs, taking his hand in yours to assess the damage. You pouted, eyes locking with his, “Eddie, you need to be careful,” you chastised with a small whine, “What were you even doing? If you hurt your fingers too much you won’t be able to play your show this week—“

“What the actual fuck are you wearing,” Eddie cut you off firmly, his eyes glued to your chest. “No, really, I’m gonna need an explanation sweetheart because it seems like you just want me to lose my goddamn mind.”

You looked down at the shirt, not really understanding what he meant. It was a little lower cut than shirts you normally wore, the tank top showing off a modest amount of your chest. “Eddie, I don’t know what you mean, I’m just wearing a shirt—“

He cut you off, surging forward to pin you underneath him again. It was something he did often, but the look in his eyes was something you’d never seen before. His eyes were swimming with frustration and something else you couldn’t quite place. “Sweetheart, that’s not a shirt, that’s fucking temptation,” he explained.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the pain in your chest as you tried to push him off – you knew he didn’t mean you, just the idea of you, “Come on, Eddie, I know you like this kinda shit in porn but it's me. I know you don’t like me—“

“Excuse me?” He asked, his eyebrows nearly disappearing into his hairline, “Babycakes, you’ve got me all wrong. I am so wildly in love with you I’m barely competent when you’re in the room. Why do you think I failed Mrs. O’Donnell’s class again last year? I couldn’t think about Hamlet with you sitting next to me.”

You stared at him, eyes wide and jaw dropped open in shock. “But y-you never said anything—“

“Baby I’ve made it obvious for years now. You can’t honestly tell me you didn’t realize when I’m constantly telling you how sexy you are,” Eddie rolled his eyes. His tone was verging on annoyed, which pissed you off — he was placing all the blame on you for not noticing him when he was busy not noticing you. 

“Hey! It’s not all my fault! Why do you think I always wear things you say you think are cute? I don’t do that for anyone else you know,” you defended yourself with a glare. “Plus, I asked your stupid ass to prom and you took me! How could you not realize I’m in love with you too?” It was Eddie’s turn to stare at you in shock, eyes going wide.

“I-I thought you just wanted me to feel less lonely because Gareth and Jeff had dates! I didn’t know you meant it,” Eddie stuttered, eyes going wide.

“Of course I meant it, Eddie, I’m not that mean,” you huffed, trying to throw his body off yours but he wouldn’t let you go, making you huff and turn your head away as you mumbled, “The fact that you’d think I would do all that just as a pity date is so gross and hurtful and—“

He cut you off with a kiss, lips slamming into yours with no remorse, his teeth clicking with yours from the sheer force of him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. His lips were soft — probably from the chapstick he continued to steal out of your bag — and his hand cradling your head felt right. His kiss consumed you, instantly going pliant in his grasp. 

“I don’t think you’re mean baby,” he smiled, pulling back to look over your breathless state with a smile, “I mean… you can be an asshole, but it’s just one of the things I love about you princess.”

“And what are those other things you love so much, hm?” You asked cheekily, nipping at his ear as you pulled him closer.

“Hm, well, let’s see,” he smiled, pulling himself out of your grasp to tower over you. You couldn’t help but stare up at him in awe; he always looked so pretty hovering over you. His dark brown eyes sparkling in the low light and dimples on display as he smirked at you. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, you little vixen. I mean fuck baby, when you look at me it’s like you unplug my brain. Sometimes, you bat your eyelashes at me in Hellfire and I’m ready to hand the campaign over to you, I mean shit, s’not fair. Even when you glare at me, it makes me wanna bend you over and fuck you till you cry.”

His words sent a wave of electricity through you, your body aching to touch him, “God Eddie I feel the fuckin’ same. Why do you think I did your chem homework so often? I almost dropped to my knees when you glared at me for taking the last beer last week. Would have let you fuck my throat, no questions asked.”

Eddie smirked, leaning forward and trapping you under him, one of his big hands grabbing your cheeks and squishing them gently, forcing your lips into an exaggerated pout, “God, the mouth on you. That’s another thing I love,” he groaned, pushing two of his fingers against your lips, your mouth opening for him instantly. Satisfaction grew in your chest as his eyes rolled back in his head, a grumble from deep inside him reverberating in the thick silence. “This fuckin’ mouth, princess. God, you can’t understand how many times I’ve thought about making you choke on me while you’re being a mouthy little brat, or fuck, when you pout at me to get what you want?”

“Wan’ it, Eds,” you mumbled against his fingers, pushing yourself deeper on his fingers, gagging slightly as you did.

“Yeah baby? You wanna fuck me? You wanna let me use your throat?” He cooed, making you whine and nod around his fingers. “So needy for me, huh? Such a pretty little thing, and you’re all mine, aren't you?”

You could only nod at him, eyes rolling back as you sucked on them lewdly. “Wan’ be yours,” you slurred, making him laugh, taking his fingers out of your mouth with a pop before wrapping his hand around your throat.

“Baby, you’ve been mine,” he grinned, watching you squirm on his bed. He had dreamed about this moment for years, you were the object of every fantasy he’d ever conjured, but fuck seeing you on his bed was better. He didn’t know if he could go back, but hearing you say that — he knew he didn’t have to. “Wanna know why I cut my finger open, hm? I was so distracted thinking about you I had to get myself off. I was thinking about those tits, that cute ass of yours, and fuck sweetheart, these legs. God these legs,” he groaned, rutting his bulge into your covered core, a pitiful whine coming out of your mouth.

“Please Eddie, I need it,” you pouted at him, your nails digging into his wrist as he tightened his fingers around your throat.

“This is the point of no return, sweet thing. We do this, you let me do this and I will never go back to just being your friend who has to jerk off in the bathroom every time we’re together. We do this and that means we’re together, got it?” He demanded, and your heart fluttered in your chest.

Being with Eddie was all you ever wanted, all you dreamed about. You wanted him to hold you and call you princess and know he meant it; know that it wasn’t a fantasy. “I want you Eddie, I want us. I’ve wanted there to be an us since that stupid campaign where you made me the damsel in distress and you pretended to be The God of Eternal Darkness who corrupted me and caused me to betray the party,” you smiled at him fondly.

“Baby, I know we’re past this now, but that was me flirting with you,” he smiled, patting your cheek, it almost would have felt condescending if the look in his eyes wasn’t so tender.

“Well maybe the mighty dungeon master should learn to be more—“ you rolled your eyes, but his grip on your neck cut you off.

“Now’s not the time to be a fuckin’ brat,” he glared at you, “I’ll give you one more chance before I decide to punish you to be a good girl.”

“Yes master,” you choked out, batting your eyes innocently.

He nearly growled at you, his eyes narrowing as he sucked in a breath. Everything stood still for a moment before his hands were gripping the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your body and flinging it to the side, leaving you breathless. 

“You just have to be mouthy don’t you?” He huffed, ripping off your shorts, leaving you completely exposed to him. You only had a moment to feel shy before his open palm was coming down on your cunt with a wet crack! You hadn’t even had enough time to process what happened when a broken moan was coming out of you. “I knew it, my dirty girl,” he smirked before his hand came down on the same spot again, “I saw that look on your face when I told you about that porno I saw, and you tried to deny it! But I knew baby, I knew you were perfect for me.”

Shame and lust filled your chest, sending heat up your neck while goosebumps broke out across your skin. Everything about the situation made you feel needy — you were completely at his mercy, and you loved every second of it. 

“I’m sorry, master,” you whimpered, but this time, the name was filled with sincerity. You needed him to touch you, to fuck you, and being a brat would get you nowhere with Eddie, you knew that.

“That’s more like it,” he hummed, sitting back on his heels smugly. “Will you let your master take control now? Fuck you like you deserve?”

“Yes, master, please,” you pleaded softly, making him smile at you fondly.

“That’s my sweet girl,” he smiled, kissing the tip of your nose as he dragged a single digit through your slit, coating it in your essence before bringing it up to his mouth. His finger disappearing behind his lips made you moan, your hips rocking against nothing as you watched him.  A startled yelp turned into a moan as his freehand came down on you again, the pressure on your clit making you cry out as you felt the stinging pleasure radiate through you. “Impatient little thing though,” he tutted, removing the finger from his mouth with a shake of his head.

Your eyes rolled back as his wet finger plunged into you slowly, the intrusion not too unfamiliar thanks to the dildo you had hidden in your room, but the warmth of Eddie’s hands on you was shocking. You knew you’d never get over the feeling of his hands splaying out across your skin, or his long fingers inside you.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, pulling his fingers out of you with a slick, wet sound. The loss of him made you cry out in desperation. His chuckle at your desperate sounds made you narrow your eyes at him, “What, you make cute little sounds, princess,” he smirked, “No need to be asham-ow!” He teased, but you cut him off with a sharp pull of his hair.

“Edward Munson, if you make fun of me while we are having sex ever again, I will make you regret it,” you seethed, and he nodded before grinning.

“So we’re gonna have sex, more than just this once… nice,” he nodded. You let the silence wash over you for a moment before you both were breaking into laughter, tears filling your eyes as he collapsed on top of you.

“You’re ridiculous,” you gasped, “You’re so lucky I’m in love with you.”

“You’re damn right I am, I’m the luckiest motherfucker alive, sweetheart,” he beamed, pushing himself forward to slot his lips over yours, his fingers burying in your hair to pull you closer.

You hummed against his lips, snaking your hands under his shirt, feeling his smooth, warm skin against you. His happy trail brushed over your tummy, making you giggle. He pulled away just enough to pull the Dio shirt over his head before falling back against you, getting his hair in your mouth as you laughed.

“Alright, we need to do something about this,” you mumbled, taking your hands through his hair tenderly, gathering it in a bun at the back of his head before sliding your hair tie off your wrist, and securing it into his curly brown mane. “There, now I can kiss you without getting a hairball,” you teased, but your breath caught in your throat when you saw how he was looking at you.

There was nothing in his eyes but pure, unfiltered love.

“I know I keep makin’ jokes ‘bout it, but if you wanna do this angel, there’s no goin’ back for me,” he sighed, “A-and I don’t mean you can’t say no, because that’s just gross and I’d never do that to anyone, let alone you, but I-I mean if we take this step—“ he rambled, but you cut him off with a soft kiss.

“I know, babe,” you breathed, “And I want to. I want you. I’m just worried it won’t be good for you, because I’m… you know… a virgin,” you shrugged sheepishly.

“Princess, you know I’m a virgin too,” he admitted, eyes softening, “I just watch a lot of porn.”

“I know you do, you dirty pervert,” you rolled your eyes, “But you still fingered that one girl last year, and ate out that other girl at the Hideout, so you have some experience,” you scoffed.

“I think it’s perfect,” he smiled, making you tilt your head in confusion, “We get to learn all of this together. You get to teach me what you like, what feels good,” he mumbled, burying his face into your chest. You felt his tongue on your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he littered kisses across your tits. “And then I’ll teach you what I like,” he whispered before sinking his teeth into your skin, earning a gasp.

“That sounds perfect, Eddie,” you sighed, letting him suck marks into your skin as his hands roamed your body.

His marks eventually trailed down your torso, his tongue mapping your stretch marks as he went, eventually ending up between your legs, a lazy smile on his face as he wedged his shoulders against your thighs. “Do you wanna find out what all the hype is about sweetheart? Gonna let me taste you? I bet you’re fuckin’ sweet,” he groaned unconsciously grinding into the mattress.

“Y-yeah, if you wanna,” you nodded sheepishly.

“Don’t be afraid to pull my hair angel,” he assured you, “And don’t even think about hiding those noises from me. I wanna hear how good you feel. And if you need me to stop, like you really need me to stop, just say hellfire,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

Whatever response you had died on your lips as his tongue swept over your slit, a choked moan tearing from your chest. “Eddie, fuck,” you sighed, throwing your head back. 

He simply moaned into you, his eyebrows furrowing as you unintentionally tried to wiggle away from him as his hands gripped you tighter, pulling you down so you were immobilized.

You couldn’t think, fuck, you could barely breathe as he ate you messily. The slurping sounds and his grunts were downright nasty but they made your flesh burn with lust. Eddie was everything you didn’t know you needed, you didn’t know you could miss. 

Eddie could think of nothing but you — the smell of you, the taste of you on his tongue, the feeling of your silky thighs around his head and your fingers in his hair, and the sound of his name and squeals of pleasure leaving your lips. He’d never get over it. He wished he could film if, maybe you’d let him in the future. But then again, why would he need a film if he could just fuck you again? He knew you’d be perfect, perfect for him. 

He was obsessed. And he ate you with the same desperation he felt when he watched you casually flirt with other boys, the same desperation that caused him to steal panties out of your bag and fuck his fist whenever you fell asleep in his sheets. This moment was a culmination of years of longing and he refused to let it go to waste.

Eddie memorized every twitch and every moan, every thrust of your hips and which things made you try to run from him. His tongue breaching your fluttering walls made you sigh his name so sinfully he had to stop himself from shoving his hand into his pants, but your desperate whines when he circled your clit were otherworldly.

Because his tongue swirling on your clit felt like heaven; the pleasure was immense, and came quickly, but you knew the sensation would become too much soon, and then you’d be too sensitive to take him properly. You’d experienced it before and you were not letting a pesky bundle of nerves from fucking the man of your dreams.

“Eds, fuck, ‘m goddamn sensitive,” you squeaked, pulling his hair, “Not so much on my clit.”

He hummed and pulled away from your dripping center, eyes glassy and feral with want as your essence covered his chin, nearly running down his neck.

“I was right, sweetheart,” he smirked, “Sweet as I thought,” he said before dropping himself onto you again, trapping you in a filthy kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, teeth clicking against yours as he moaned.

“Please, Eddie, I can’t wait much longer,” you pleaded, “I want you inside me, please.”

Your words had him biting your lip harder than he intended to, accidentally cutting your lip as the metallic taste flooded his mouth. The taste mixed with the remnants of your essence swirling on his tongue made him nearly choke on his need to cum.

“Fuck, gotta be in you,” he slurred, pushing himself up off the bed. His hands shook as he pulled open his belt and nearly ripped his jeans trying to get them off his legs, boxers going with them. Once he had them off he stood at the edge of the bed, panting as he looked you over, before freezing. His eyes went wide before breathing out, “Condom, be right back,” before running into his room. You would have laughed if you didn’t find it so endearing.

He reappeared seconds later, eyes as wild as the grin on his face. But he kept standing at the edge of the bed, looking at you with a distinct hunger in his beautiful brown eyes. “Come on, Eddie, don’tcha wanna fuck me?” You teased, snapping him out of his trance with a moan.

“Baby, I’m tryin’ hard not to blow my load before I’m even inside you,” he said, throwing his head back.

“God that’s hot,” you moaned, “Next time, I want to watch you get yourself off, and I wanna feel you cum on me.”

“If you don’t stop talking it’s gonna become a reality,” he ground out through clenched teeth, glaring at you. You shrugged sheepishly, and he nearly growled in warning before ripping open the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolling it on.

In an instant, he was kneeling between your open legs again, rubbing his covered cock between your folds as you choked on your gasps. “Please Eddie, please,” you whined.

He said nothing, just aligned his cock with your hole and began to push himself into you. His thickness took your breath away, making you claw at the sheets and forcing high pitched squeals of pleasure out of you. “That’s right, take it baby, you’re doing so good for me,” he praised absently.

It felt like you were being split open, and it also seemed like he would never end. You knew he was long, and thick, but feeling him stretch you out felt like it took ages. But you loved every second.

You’d heard from other girls that their first times hurt, enough for them to cry or bleed, but this was a gratifying pain. And his hands steadied you, one on your hip and the other toying with your clit lazily.

He bottomed out with a satisfied sigh — he knew you weren’t in any pain. He’d watched you, eyes flicking between your face and his hardness disappearing into you the whole time, waiting for a flash of hurt or discomfort. But he never found it. He knew it — you were made for him.

“Move, do something, fuck, please,” you keened, rocking into him shallowly.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” he smirked before thrusting shallowly, watching your face for a reaction. When your moan tumbled out and your eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, he began to go harder. Your moans quickly became louder and more desperate, urging him to let go of his restraint.

The sound of skin on skin, your whines, and his deep grunts filled his trailer, drowning out the tape he’d put on when you arrived. His fingers digging into your plush skin was the only thing keeping you coherent, your mouth hanging open as your eyes rolled back.

“That’s right angel, I’m fucking you stupid, aren’t I?” He asked. You could only nod, tears filling your eyes from the pleasure that was growing in your belly. “You’re mine baby, mine. And I’m yours. And I want you to cum for me, can you do that? I’m so close, I just wanna feel you do it for me,” he ranted.

You were sure you could have cum from his words alone, but the look in his eyes — the possessive gleam you couldn’t look away from — pushed you over the edge.

You came with a scream, your walls tightening around him like a vice, which caused him to cum with a shout, his arms giving out as he face planted into your chest with a heaving sigh. 

You laid in silence, both catching your breath as he softened inside you. Warmth filled your chest as he traced nonsensical patterns into your sweaty skin, your fingers toying with the curled ends of the hair that had escaped the haphazard bun you’d given him. 

“So, is it too early to ask you to marry me?” He joked, sending you both into a fit of giggles.

“Yes, too soon. Take me on a date first then ask me again,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he hummed happily, before he sat up with a gasp. “Babe, I know the perfect song for this,” he exclaimed.

You sighed, going boneless against the sheets. You knew Eddie wouldn’t let it go until he made his point. “Well go on then, I don’t know how—“

“I have waited a lifetime! Spent my time so foolishly, but now that I found you, baby! Together we'll make history! It feels like the first time! It feels like the very first time!” He began singing loudly, pulling your hair tie out of his hair and throwing his head back, shaking out his curls as you rolled your eyes, unable to stop the fond smile growing on your lips.

“You’re gross,” you shook your head, earning a laugh.

“Maybe, but I’m yours. And you’re mine,” he grinned, pressing his lips to yours.

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Kings & Queens

Pairing: Post-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: I saw a list of reverse writing tropes, one of which was "too many beds" which I thought was hilarious until my brain went crazy. So here's where my mind went when there are oddly... too many beds.

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: None! This could even be read as platonic.

Other stuff: No descriptors. It can be romantic or friendly. Choose your adventure.

To those of you who are reading this: Thank you! I know I haven't written in months. I have barely even been on here. I want that again, but mentally I just haven't been feeling like much of anything lately. That being said, I saw the trope and I had an idea and quickly scribbled this down. It is short, not my best work, and doesn't have much emotion, but I did it :) To those of you who might also be struggling, I see you! You'll get through this. I hope all my tumblr buddies are doing well. I miss you guys.

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It had been nearly a year of patrols with Joel. A year of nasty buildings and hard rocky floors to take shelter for the night, a year of either taking turns on watch, or being stuck sharing the same sleeping bag. Or the same mattress. Your only reprieve was your nice bed in Jackson, which you knew was safe, and warm, and most importantly… yours.

Joel was… alright. You two were friendly at best. But for the most part, it was all business. He didn't like to talk much, and you became tired of receiving looks or grunts when asking about Ellie, or Tommy, or his former life. But you worked well together, you made a good team, and you trusted each other to stay safe. You had run into trouble before, and you always had each other's backs. Words were often left unsaid, but you both knew what you meant to the other.

So when you stumbled upon an abandoned shopping mall while scoping potential areas of left-behind goods, it was a breath of fresh air. Malls could be dangerous with so much ground to cover, and so many potential hiding places and dark corners for the cordyceps to fester.

But the mall could also be a light at the end of the tunnel. A plethora of abandoned items to loot and sell or keep for yourself.

After hours of digging through every nook and cranny, you managed to fill a couple of bags full of items, and planned to make it a regular stop on your raids. But as the time grew later, the long-broken clock didn't tick on, and the windows grew dim, you knew it would be an overnight stay. However, choosing a sleeping spot was becoming exhausting with Joel around.

“I saw a sporting goods store. They probably have some sleeping bags, or maybe even a tent,” you provided.

“Nah, we're indoors. I wanna sleep like I'm indoors,” gruffed Joel.

“Oookay. How about that old food place? I think I saw a conveyer belt in the kitchen, next to the oven! It looks like it was used to make pizza,” you chirped excitedly. “I bet we could set up some blankets and make it like a bed.”

“Look, I know that machinery and oven have been dead for years, but on the off chance there's some malfunction, that just seems like a Final Destination event waitin’ to happen,” Joel shook his head.

“Wow you're difficult..” you huffed. “What if we go into the old children's photography studio and make a fort! The walls are even painted to look like a sky,” you offered with doe-eyes.

Joel just looked at you before grumbling back a “no. My back would kill me. There's gotta be a bed in here somewhere.”

Upon finding an old, faded mall map, Joel studied it before picking up the pace with a clear destination in mind.

He came to a stop in front of “Royal Mattressty.”

You raised a brow before saying “royal… mattress-tea?? What?”

“It's a play on words. Royal majesty.” 

“That's the stupidest thing I ever heard,” you rolled your eyes.

“No, no, it's because mattresses come in Kings, Queens, and-” he broke off at your grimace.

“You're such a dad!” 

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The two of you made your way inside, only to find nearly 100 beds. Memory foam, spring, water, reclining… the possibilities were endless.

“WOW!” You squealed, running from bed to bed. “There's too many beds. I can't choose!”

Joel stretched, moving to a bed near the back corner. “I'm gonna set up here for the night. Sleep where y’want,” he gestured.

Sitting on a few different beds, you finally settled on one. A perfect, firm yet soft bed at the far end of the store. It was against a wall, allowing you to still see the door and keep your back safe. Perfect.

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But as the night ticked on, you tossed and turned. You weren't at your home in Jackson. This bed was nice… but it wasn't your safe, cozy cabin.

When you aren't home, you're with Joel. All this time you've been wanting space at night, but now you feel scared and alone. Even a bit cold. But Joel was over on his own bed, probably sound asleep. You wouldn't dare take that away from him.

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Until what felt like an hour passed.

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And then another hour…

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Finally, it had been about an hour and a half when you gave in. You wouldn't be getting any sleep at this rate. Fatigue is a dangerous fate when you need to be alert in this world. So you swallowed your pride and walked over to Joel's bed in the far end of the store.

But he wasn't there…

You wandered back, a bit nervous, until you spotted him. Curled up on a mattress only a row away from yours, you saw him blink in the night.

“You moved beds?” you whispered.

“Yeah, there was a draft over there…”

“A draft? In a mall with no electricity and no windows in this store?” You asked skeptically.

“Mmhm…” he grunted, sleepily.

“Sure. Well… turns out there was a draft over in my corner too. Move over,” you nudged.

“Draft, huh?” He wiggled over, letting you in the bed.

“Mmhm…” you mimicked his earlier grunt, settling in next to him.

“Good night Joel,” you whispered.

“G’night,” he replied, pressing his body closer to yours in the king sized bed.

Maybe there is such a thing as too many beds after all.

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Rating: 18+ mdni!

Whatever you do, do not imagine Porco realizing he has a breeding kink after inheriting the Jaw Titan (but in an angsty way)

Imagine knowing the Warriors, being friends with Reiner and the others but Porco always hating you for some reason? Like the constant bickering between you two, nothing you say will ever be right in his eyes, etc. You're friends with them all but you're vocal about how heartbreaking their line of work is. Thirteen year lifespan? Porco's adamant that it's their duty to protect and serve Marley, and that it's their legacy to do so, but their abandoning their families and giving up the chance to have families of their own? He just thinks your selfish for putting your own needs before your country.

After Fort Slava, Porco and the other Warriors return, now Porco has inherited the Jaw Titan and there's is a power and honor that he has, but he does feel the weight of his choice as well, and sometimes it keeps him up at night when he thinks about the clock that has started counting down in his mind? And about what you had said about legacy?

Sometime during the first battle in Liberio, Porco is in his titan form and he spots you rushing into a building that's too close to the fighting for his comfort, and he feels an overpowering urge to scream, to emerge from his titan and pull you out of there himself, before you get hurt. But then you're quickly running out, holding a child in your arms? He watches you bring the crying infant to the mother and father. They envelop you with open arms and are crying too, thanking you for saving their child, just moments before the house you were in gets crushed as the battle continues. He thinks about that at night too, how you risked your life to save another. He also can't get the imagine of you holding that child so close to your chest. He remembers you smiling as you discussed your desire for a child someday, and rather shamefully he can feel his chest tighten, a familiar pool of heat forming in his abdomen as he lets his thoughts wander.

Days later, you're with the Warriors again, still fazed with how close you were the warfare and the brutality of it all, and Porco can't even look at you because he's realizing now how close he got to losing you? But you're not even his, what is he talking about. He excuses himself from dinner as soon as you set your plate down next to him, and he can feel your gaze on him as he heads to his room.

Not too long after, there's a knock on his door and it's you, and it's like a dam has opened up. He unleashes everything onto you. How stupid are you, you could have gotten yourself killed, what is he supposed to do with himself if you're gone. It slips out before he can even think about it, but you're holding him, trying to calm him down because somewhere during his meltdown at you he's begun to cry, but he can't help himself from grabbing your jaw and bringing your lips to meet his.

When he feels your hands make their way through his hair, he wastes no time leading you to his bed, not breaking the kiss for a second until you are both panting for air, your back pressed against the cool sheets on his bed and he's already undoing the buttons on your shirt. He's not thinking straight, too delirious and drunk on you to even remove it entirely, so he undoes as many buttons as he can manage before dipping his hand under your shirt and letting the other hand tug down your pants.

Do not think about how messy and sporadic he would be desperately clinging to you as he ruts you into the mattress, biting and leaving marks up and down your body that he wants to stay forever. He wants to stay in your forever, buried deep inside you as your legs are wrapped around him, eyes rolled back and you're letting the prettiest sounds escape your lips.

The request probably falls out of his mouth before he can even process it, all in one go, can-I-cum-in-you and he can hardly contain himself as he hears you whine back yes, please, Porco, cum inside me.

Do not imagine him letting out a whimper when he cums, letting his head fall in the crook of your neck as he shakes, trying to fill you up as much as possible. Not long afterwards he feels your walls tighten around him as you climax and he continues to thrust into you, helping you ride out your orgasm while feeding his own arousal once more.

He'd beg you to let him fuck you once more, just to fill you up further with his cum, and to make sure he's put a baby in you. His logic is already out the window but his hands find their way to your jaw and he kisses you so gently as he begs to breed you. His body shakes at the idea and he rambles, half out of his mind in post sex haze and delirium as he babbles about putting a baby in you, his baby, making you his and giving you that child that you so desperately want.

And you let him fuck you again, bringing another orgasm out of the both of you that makes him ache. If you feel your neck start to moisten, the cloth of your shirt dampening as he cries into it, you never say anything. You rub his back and kiss his hair as he fucks into you with the last of his strength, even staying buried in you for a moment after.

After he finally pulls out, he stays in between your legs, resting on top of you, holding you so close it's almost like he's melting into you. He might even snake a hand down and coax his cum back into you as it seeps down your thighs.

Do not think about the type of pillow talk you have with Porco afterwards, where he tells you that you should leave Liberio and find somewhere safer. He promises that he'll find you, no matter where you go, and that maybe you two can even run away together. He'll promise that you'll never work another day in your life and that he'll keep you safe, always.

Whatever you do, do not think about the quiet voice that fills the room as Porco looks up at you and asks, "if it's a boy, d'you think we can name him after Marcel?", and do not think about how his eyes light up when you agree. And do not think about waking up as he's preparing to leave in the morning, promising to be there, but then he's not. Do not think about Reiner looking at you with dread as you ask him where Porco is after the next battle in Liberio. Do not imagine waking up alone the days to come.

I'm still not over Taylor's Fortnight MV... to say it's my favorite visual work she's done would be an understatement. As with all things on this album, she did her research. Her incredible DP - Rodrigo Prieto - who has shot The Man, Cardigan, and Willow MVs. As well as, Brokeback Mountain, The Barbie Movie, Killer of the Flower Moon, etc.

There are so many ways to parse the story of the Fortnight video, but I will mostly focus on Taylor's use of mirroring to make some of the video's larger points.

I am a queer former film student so I wanna note that that's the bias I'll be writing from. If that disinterests you, no worries! This just may not be for you.

Love that we start with silent film era titles. One is black, one is white, perhaps a ying yang visual or simply representing the original album + the anthology. Could also be the light + dark of her two sides represented by Taylor and Post Malone.

The vertical alignment shift in the word Fortnight is interesting because the other time i noticed her doing this was in the closing poem for TTP with, "Some stars never align." Would be cute to have it like a nod to screenplay scene heading: INT. FORT - NIGHT

We start with Taylor, virtually still, but singing. She's handcuffed to an askew bed frame - sans mattress - with bars resembling a prison/cage.

The mirroring she's doing here is reminding us of "real life" Taylor's outfit at the 2024 Grammy's, but with the addition of white gauzy gloves + garter belt (like on tour), it reads more bridal, more bed sheet. That similar clock necklace is set to, best as I can tell, 9pm.

And she's got enough hairpins to... idk... make me spin out? Her make up evokes a little Clara Bow, Greta Garbo, legends of the silver screen, etc.

Taylor stops lip-syncing. Breaking the fourth wall, with direct eye contact, she's forced a "Forget Him" pill and unshackled from her bed prison. Unlike the next instance we get this match shot, it feels like she's telling the audience she knows we're watching and her look has a "this is what I'm forced to do" anger charged to it.

Also, the pill itself seems to break Taylor's reality from here on out. She "forgets him," but perhaps also becomes a different him herself.

She walks over, in her wacky funhouse of a prison room - skewed angles, upside down doors (those who enter from the left walk on the "ceiling" - to an actual mirror. But this mirror looks more like a one-way mirror. Meaning that the subject can see themselves, but so can others they can't see on the other side. Usually so the subject can be observed.

Still appropriate to break the fourth wall as though we are watching her in a way she can't return.

She wipes her face to reveal Post Malone's tattoos under the veneer of her prerfect facade. Once done, she utters the first "I want to kill her." She wants to "kill" Taylor TM?

I'll basically be going forward assuming that Post Malone is established in this mirror shot as a representation of Taylor, perhaps her True Taylor underneath the engineered perfection. This door/portal splits her in two on entry. From one white-clad figure to two black-clad ones. Kind of like the splitting of a prism.

Instead of exiting this upside down asylum, she goes deep into a department - perhaps the Tortured Poets kind. We get an awesome match cut/panning transition where Grammy dress referential Taylor morphs into a Victorian mourning dress. One very similar to the dresses on stage during Folklore during Eras (at the bottom of post). Perhaps also a nod to Emily Dickinson herself.

The way they design the set to make it so her asylum and office are connected feels like a not so subtle call out on how she feels about her chosen industry. Not quite a cheery take on the Lover House for ex. Time also becomes a little bendy, irrelevant when she does this portal walk.

When she enters she sits at a mirrored desk, morphing into Post Malone's silhouette. To the side we have faceless writers, also dressed in black older fashions, that seem to go on for infinity like a mirror trick.

Taylor sits down to start writing, Post Malone is already typing. They're both in black with embellished collars. We see that she has a top sheet with typed words, but under they're blank. Post has a pile next to him, along with his fountain pen, which perhaps are fully done b/c placement on the other side of him. Their desks are also arranged ever so slightly different. So Post-Taylor is a typing machine, Taylor needs to catch up...

But then Post Malone looks up to create this awesome mirrored match cut.

Taylor and Post-Taylor get to work, singing the chorus, camera cutting on their lines in mirror shots respectively.

We see a typewriter jam the same lines from the song, but specifically "I LOVE YOU." Granted, we can't be 100% sure whose typewriter it is, but we see Taylor type "Love You." Perhaps they're mirroring each other in even this task.

Eventually their stories starts leaking blue and orange/gold ether which prisms out to reveal "The Story of Us."

Really great shot of the infinity vanishing point effect from the unidentified crowd, how they're positioned makes them look like they're mirroring all of us watching/sharing our opinions.

This is where I'll stop for Part 1 because it's not ok how late this album has been keeping me up.

But a couple of things to start:

Taylor using very strong, very consistent mirroring techniques to create distinctions from narrator, character, and audience. Even the music is mirrored in the chorus with Post Malone's repetition.

By both wearing the face tattoos under a perfect exterior (the face we know her by), and immediately separating into two characters - one with her face/gender expression as we know it and Post-Taylor who now wears the face tattoos we just saw/is also sporting the face and gender expression we are familiar with him. It's Taylor TM the Brand vs Hidden (in plain sight) Identity Taylor.

Her typewriter emits an orange/golden glow from all of her repeated "I LOVE YOU'S," while his emits blue. Together they're creating the next story vignette: "The Story of Us."

One basic read for this is that Taylor could be owning her male POVs that come up in her songs (Folklore we're looking at you). Another read I have is that Taylor TM is writing the love song framework expected from her as an artist while Post-Taylor injects the devastation, anger, emotion, the heavy blues we often unearth from a song we originally thought was upbeat, romantic, unassuming. And considering these mirrored halves, I think that aligns with her own messages about her music, that people will always going looking for paternity tests - the publicized romance pulled from what we think we know about her. But perhaps the assumed truths of a song could be, and often are, driven by your gendered expectations - "Girl loves boy, sings about that." The hidden in plain sight Taylor subverts what the surface level shows.

The True Taylor is an unrecognizable author. And that writer is producing the meat of the work.

Additionally, I love that she's wearing a dress that feels taken off the Era's stage.

Folklore in particular was a really different writing era for her. She presented the characters and stories as fiction and all the sudden an unknown male collaborator — William Bowery — gets credited on it. I'd love if the message, in part, was hey I'm actually my own male writing partner. Regardless, her other half/POV was able to allow her to write truths so long as they remained unrecognizable.

But she's wearing the mourning dress, looking over at her hidden true half, looking over anxiously. And then begins to write. They're half the story that makes up the whole, one needing the other to tell the story they want to tell. Perhaps it's a call out to Folklore in particular as a solution to being limited by expectations of her signature diaristic-like songs' perspectives. Using it as a way to tell a version of the truth from a POV society or the powers that be in her life would accept it from — not Taylor TM as she is/who she's known to be.

More generally, the "male pov" and the male pronouns, just seem to be called irrelevant smoking guns in the game of knowing the unknowable - what her work, a lot of her work, is referencing specifically. These two writers, as presented, are still both Taylor. Them's the rules here. Ok, see you in PT. 2!

Oh my goodness, can I just say that your writing are just to die for!!✨ I loved the stimming ones of the reader and the turtles and also the autistic reading one with Leo it’s so cute and I’m also autistic and that made me smile so hard! Can I request a headcanon of Leo/Mikey having soft cuddling time with a Fem!reader (but I’m fine with GN reader). Please take your time and keep writing, they’re such a joy to read <3

thank youuuu <333 I’m glad so many people are loving the stim ones! This is going to be fem! but can be read as G/N if you just flip a few words around Y’know?

TW: NONE ITS FLUFF

𝘊𝘜𝘋𝘋𝘓𝘌 𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘌𝘚

Mikey

☼ he loves cuddle time! literally his favorite part of the day

☼ what’s that? you’re sad? CUDDLE TIME IS EARLY BABYYY

☼ you couldn’t pay him to have cuddles with you, only because he won’t take your money

☼ sometimes he just ‘ plops ‘ down on you, I mean you’re his girlfriend! he wants to cuddle :D

☼ It was the chilly month of January, and god did it feel like it in the lair. There was a mutual understanding that movies and cuddles were due, so you and Mikey got a fort put together and threw your laptop in it. Plopping down with your bowl of snacks and a warm drink, the two of you started arguing about what movie to watch. Mikey was insisting on some random hallmark movie and you though Easy A. “ A Christmas Carol is obviously what we should watch! “ you shook your head in disbelief “ Easy A is so much better than any Hallmark movie! it has a actual plot “ you scrolled through the movie selection as you argued. The both of you seemed to almost jump up when you saw ‘ Finding Nemo ‘. Mikey clicked on the movie and you both laid in a comfortable silence, but as the movie progressed you both eventually found comfort in each others arms. You smiled down at him as the movie ended. Mikey was fast asleep, and you were so close to joining him, his calm breathing mixed with the warmth of your fort slowly lulled you to sleep.

LEO

✭ adores cuddling with you

✭ by far his favorite couple activity

✭ Leo absolutely drags you to bed just to cuddle

✭ he’s got you in his grasp, not even the police can make him let go

✭ Honestly you don’t what you were expecting when a blue portal opened up, your boyfriend randomly kidnapped you sometimes. You let out a soft noise when you hit his plush mattress. Leo smiled and immediately tackled you into a hug, peppering kisses on your face. He smiled giddily when you blushed and laughed “ You’re real cute Y’know? some may even say you’re falling for me “ you groaned but failed to hold down your giggles at his subpar jokes. “ guess that makes me a angel “ you hummed and started to kiss his stripes, those crescent moons were some of your favorite things on Leo. He blushed and nuzzled into your cheek with a soft huff. You nabbed a blanket and threw it over you two, it’s soft fabric covering you two as you traced Leo’s shell gently. Your soft breathing filling the room

birthday (ccg universe)

words: 1,683 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request from @whoreforbrownies): “luci and austin bake and decorate a cake for ccg's birthday” warnings: none notes: gonna re-open my requests but please be patient with me. i hope ya’ll know i give so much to requests and sometimes i feel overwhelmed. i know waiting is sometimes hard, but i try to put so much into asks and make it worth it! please visit my ‘requests i’m working on page’ for updates. and feel free to leave warm messages of encouragement :) xo  tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

You've always been a big fan of your birthday—ever since you were little, your parents would make the most effort in celebrating you in a full week. Baking cookies, small trinkets to open up, special breakfasts and dinners, and then of course a big homemade cake with a lot of candles. It's one of your fondest memories of growing up and it's something you couldn't wait to pass on to your own daughter as she got older.

It's not that you wanted to put your own birthday celebrations on the backburner but it's just one of those things that tends to happen when you get caught in the busyness of life. You and Austin are wrapped up passionate projects and raising your daughter. You can't believe how fast time moves anyways, the fact that she's already two and so involved in the world, sponging up anything she can learn. It's pretty incredible to watch.

"She's down for the count." You tell Austin as you wander into your bedroom, your husband stretched out on the mattress. He's flipping through a script as he leans back against some pillows piled against the headboard, setting them down to look over at you. A small smile tugs the corners of your mouth, "Four books tonight."

"Soon we'll be up to ten," He jokes, closing it to set aside on the nightstand.

You hum lightly, moving to crawl into bed next to him. You turn on your side to face him, covering your mouth as a soft yawn leaves your lips, "She's very insistent—or we'll just have to invest in some novels."

He purses his lips, "Sure we could start on Jurassic Park or somethin'."

You let out a soft laugh, "Maybe. She's already naming different dinos out of picture books."

Austin smiles, reaching out to touch your hair. He tucks it behind your ear, fingers trailing down over your shoulder and arm in soft intimacy. There are a few quiet moments shared, just spending time, soaking any time together because sometimes it's far too fleeting. Austin has some time with the script he's just gotten before he has to begin going to table reads, then it's being gone for months at a time. Something you think you're used to until it actually happens.

Austin draws his thumb down your jawline, "Someone's birthday tomorrow."

You raise your eyebrows and let out a soft laugh, leaning back a bit until your back is fully on the bed. You look at the ceiling and run a hand through your hair, "Oh man, I completely forgot." Not on purpose, just...so many other things going on. You love that Austin's remembered but you hope he knows he's not obligated to have a whole day planned out for you or anything.

"Luci's been very serious about bakin' you a cake for the past few days."

You turn your head to look at him, your cheeks warming at the sentiment. Luci is one of the sweetest things, must get that from Austin. Honestly, a day spent at home with cake baking and maybe some sort of blanket fort in the living room sounds like a great birthday well spent—though, knowing Jillian there's probably a 'surprise party' in the works.

Reaching out your hand to touch Austin's chest, your fingers play with the collar of his shirt. "You gonna show her how to bake a cake tomorrow? Because that's pretty cute."

He raises his eyebrows, amused, "Oh really?"

You lean up to press a kiss to his lips, speaking against them, "Really."

Austin steals another kiss as you begin to pull away, nipping at your lower lip, "If that's all it takes to get you wound up, m'gonna have to start bakin' a lot more for you."

You can't help but laugh, Austin resting his body over yours. Your legs open up slightly to accommodate his body and you begin to squirm a little as he places kisses along your jawline and cheeks, any spot he can reach. "Stop," You giggle but you definitely don't want him to.

And he doesn't, cupping your cheek to kiss you deeper.

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It’s not like you wake up especially early to spy on your husband and daughter (not exactly). You actually found yourself sleeping in, not waking up to an alarm, your arm stretching across the sheets for Austin but coming up empty. When you manage to lift your head, you can hear the clanking of bowls and silverware and soft music playing from the kitchen. And you already know that Austin is going to tell Luci they can bring you this cake in bed but…you don’t really want to miss out on seeing them bake it either.

You can be totally crafty, just a few moments (minutes) of observation. Your intention is definitely not to get caught because you’re sure Luci wants it to be a surprise.

It’s clear that both Austin and Luci have been up for a decent amount of time because when you peer into the kitchen and lean against the doorframe (luckily it’s behind where both of them are standing at the island counter, so you think you’re safe) you see that Austin’s set a baked chocolate cake in front of Luci. They’re ready to do icing.

Austin turns towards your daughter who’s standing on this platform that’s the height of a high chair, banisters in place so she doesn’t accidently step off the side. “Alright, how should we decorate it?”

“Dino!” Luci exclaims with a soft clap.

He smirks, shaking his head, “You wanna decorate it with a dino theme? What makes you think mama will like that?”

Luci grins this large toothy smile that’s so cheesy that it makes your heart swell—it’s literally one of your most favorite things that she does. “Cause I like dinos.”

Austin laughs, reaching into a nearby cabinet to grab a few things to make an icing, especially green food coloring, “Well, can’t argue with that logic.” He then opens up a drawer, “What kind of sprinkles?” He picks her up into his arms, holding her over the drawer so she can point and reach.

There’s leftover dino sprinkles from cupcakes they made Luci for her second birthday, so she selects those (of course) and, “Heart sprinples!”

“Heart sprinkles are such a good choice,” Austin approves, picking up that bottle to set on the counter, “Cause we love momma a lot, right?”

“Yeah.” Luci agrees and you swear you feel your heart beat right into your throat.

Austin presses a kiss to her temple and sets her down back on the platform, making sure she’s secure and settled before beginning to mix the icing together (with a lot of Luci’s help, obviously). You’re certain that this cake and icing are going to taste extra surgery but, that’s how you know it was made with a lot of love.

You pull away from the kitchen to walk back towards the bedroom once they start decorating the cake, not wanting to get caught. You move into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face, turning to look over your shoulder as Austin knocks and slips into the space ten minutes later. You look at him through the mirror as he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

He smells like a bakery mixed with his own familiar scent. You smile, leaning back into him, closing your eyes and breathing him in as he presses a few kisses to your shoulder.

“How long were you watchin’?”

You purse your lips, fixing your gaze on him, “No idea what you’re talking about, I just woke up.”

Austin lets out a soft laugh which is mostly air leaving his nose, “Mhm, right. I hate to break it to you but you are not stealthy.”

“Is that anything to say to your wife on her birthday?” You tease, tipping your head back to rest on his shoulder.

He smiles, turning your body until your facing him, your arms moving to rest on his shoulders. He hums lightly, nuzzling your noses together before he playfully nips at your lower lip,

“You’re right, happy birthday.” Austin cups both sides of your face, pulling you in a kiss, gently pressing your back into the sink. He smiles against your mouth, running his thumb along your jawline, “And you’re not stealthy.”

You laugh, playfully pushing on his chest to get him to back up so you can walk out of the bathroom together. Austin insists on covering your eyes with his hands as you get towards the kitchen. You grin, leaning back against his chest and holding onto his wrists for balance as you walk,

“Mommmeee!” Luci squeals in excitement and you feel a solid, warm weight hit the bottom of your legs. You chuckle, reaching down to brush your hand through her hair.

“Morning—I smell something sweet.”

“Yep, Luc you wanna tell mom what we made for her?” Austin asks as he removes his hands.

“Cake!” Luci exclaims and you gasp at the messily decorated cake. There’s green icing everywhere (all over the cake but mostly staining Luci’s hands and cheeks), and then a spattering of the sprinkles you saw them both pick out. Honestly, it’s one of the best things you’ve ever seen.

“Oh my gosh!” You grin, picking her up into your arms as you approach the counter, “Is this…is this dino themed?” You ask, tickling her side. “This is great, because you know who my favorite dino is? You.”

Luci giggles and squirms as Austin pops some candles into the cake and lights them before she hugs you tightly around your neck. You press a few kisses into her shoulder, squeezing her gently,

“Alright, blow out the candles.” Austin smiles.

“Make a wish!” Your daughter insists, clapping her hands together.

You smirk, curling her hair around her ear before glancing at your husband. He leans over the corner of the counter and presses a kiss to your temple.

How could you possibly wish for anything? You’ve got everything you need right here.

The Rookie

Part Fourteen - Safe

FINALLY. THE SMUT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.

(If you don't want to read this chapter you can totally skip. The last one can lead straight into the next one if you read between the lines but if youre craving an all out dirty chapter of pure filth then by all means, read away). This one took the longest to write, coz smut is not my forte as I'm sure you will tell within a few sentences, so please please give me some feedback on this one and forgive me for everything 🙈😂 I am sorry though, life got hella hectic and I neglected writing but I'll try harder to post more often, I swear ❤️

You wanted to be taken to his bedroom, and here you are.

Warnings: swearing, brief alcohol and smoke mentions, SMUT, steamy kisses, oral (fem receiving), fingering, boooobs, P in V (no mention of protection in the moment but be safe guys and gals)

Words: 4675ish

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Your hand is wrapped in Javi's, heart pumping wildly in your chest as he pulls you down the hall toward the bedroom. You can't think beyond what is happening right now, nor do you want to. You know what's happening. You want it. Can't let yourself begin to think about the consequences. You're sick of thinking about consequences. If tonight has taught you anything it is to celebrate the small victories. And this seems like a good way to celebrate.

He leads you through the doorway of his bedroom and pulls you close to him as soon as you cross the threshold. His breath hot on your face as he bends his head and searches your face slowly, aquiline nose trailing along your cheeks and jaw to continue the kiss that you had started in the living room. Except this time, he is the one initiating it. He is the one chasing your lips, tongue searching for entrance into your willing mouth. You're dizzy, lightheaded and giddy from the feeling of having his puckered lips on your own.

Javi pulls you slowly, slowly deeper into the room where you know the bed is, feet shuffling, his guiding yours, while his hands wrap around your jaw, and in your hair, encouraging you on.

You feel him hit the bed and you stop suddenly, but you don't jolt like you expect to, Javi holding you tight to support you where you stand.

The kiss continues, tongues swirling, the taste of whiskey and cigarettes from both of you mixed together, not unpleasantly.

Javi always smells of whiskey or cigarettes or a mix of the two along with his spicy cologne and it feels safe. You always feel safe with Javi but the familiarity of the smells that make him him engulf you like a welcome blanket on a cool autumn night. You want more, need more of that safe smell, so you find the hem of his shirt and tug, pulling away from his lips to pull his shirt up and over his broad chest. He complies willingly, lifting his arms up so you can throw the shirt to the far side of the bedroom once it's free of his limbs, wrapping his arms round you when he's bare, and smashing your mouths together again, drinking in each others tastes.

He spins you around, so you are closest to the bed now, moving you down closer to the mattress.

He's so smooth with this, strong arms holding you delicately while you're lowered fluidly, all while your tongues are still battling with one another.

Before you know it you're on the bed, soft covers and pillows surrounding your burning body, Javi's body caged around you, arms either side and a knee between your thighs.

You feel warm, too warm, very aware that you have too many layers on, and Javi must think the same thing, coz his deft fingers skirt round the waistband of the sweats, tingling your skin, before grabbing your shirt, his shirt and pulling it up gently. You arch your back slightly to help him remove the shirt and it lifts up, exposing your breasts to the air. Your stomach tightens and you inhale sharply as the cool air hits your pebbled nipples, pulling away from his lips. Javi groans as he pulls the shirt over your head, your own hands helping to disentangle it from your loose hair quicker and you sink back onto the bed, waiting as he throws it across the room.

Your arms are above your head, lying useless on the bedspread, unsure of where you should put them, less confident now to wrap them around him, until you feel Javi's hands intertwine in your own and pin them down, his thumbs circling between your own thumb and forefinger, gently caressing a pattern into the soft flesh.

Javi plants a delicate kiss to your forehead, a light brush with his lips before he trails his mustache down and kisses you on your cheek, moving down again to kiss by your jaw, then along your neck.

Each kiss builds something inside you, and you focus on the pressure in your stomach and lower as he kisses your warm skin, until Javi nips at the bare junction between your neck and your shoulder and you growl, actually growl, like a depraved animal, wishing for more of something you never knew you wanted.

You've been kissed before, good kisses, like Carl's from college which made your head spin, and bad ones, like Frankie's from junior high, clinking braces together, too much tongue infiltrating your space, but these kisses are different. He's like a different man each time he kisses you, soft and delicate one second, and desperate and longing the next. If you weren't already slightly tipsy from all the alcohol, you would feel drunk on his kisses, craving more, needing to feel his plush lips on yours, the answer to your unasked questions.

Your breath hitches as he continues to nip and lick along the sensitive skin at your clavicle, tracing invisible lines along the warm, dewy flesh. Although he's nowhere near, your core aches for touch, his touch, and you feel the dampness pool in your folds as his tongue etches out a trail down towards your breasts.

You whimper when Javi's mustache tickles your sensitive nipple, before he takes a breast into his mouth and sucks hard. Your back arches, pain and pleasure driving your chest up and into his eager face, his name slipping from your mouth in a wanton moan before you can stop it.

His hands move down your body, one hand grasping your bare hip in a tight hold, pinning you down, the other kneading at your lonely breast while he continues to suck and nip and play with the other in his mouth. He pulls off your nipple with a pop, and the air hits your skin again, nipple hardening even more at the temperature. He swaps over to your other breast, teasing a line with his tongue as he moves, circling round your perky nipple until he moves in for the kill, sucking on the pebble hard, another elicit groan emitting from your starved body. Flicking your nipple with his tongue, before sucking hard again, and alternating movements, make you writhe in pleasure, chest heaving at his dedication to your breasts. You could cum from this feeling alone, surprisingly unashamed at how wet you are already from the light foreplay. It's been a long time since you were last touched and although you said next time would mean something, you don't care right now. This will mean something in a different way.

It's not a typical one night stand in that you'll never see the guy again, this is Javi, and you feel safe with him, knowing it's just a night for physicality and to get the pent up emotion and tension out of your bodies after a night of drinking and sobbing your heart out after the fucking day you've had.

Your eyes are shut tight, concentration focused on the feelings Javi isl pulling and sucking from you, literally and figuratively, and you melt as his fingers tease your skin, trailing down to your sweats. You inhale slowly as he tugs the sweats down your hips, shy kisses chasing the material as it moves, so slowly it kills you but just as he is about to bare you to the dark room, his head whips up so fast your heart skips a beat, holding your breath, nervous energy rolling off you.

Oh god.

This is where he's come to his senses, realises you haven't gone too far you can't come back, and will hand you your shirt and kindly tell you to fuck off and he'll see you at work in a few days.

Instead, he looks up at you, big brown eyes honest and warn, and asks you, "Is this OK?"

Is this OK?

Fuck. It's more than OK. You nod quickly, stupefied into silence, coy smile on your lips. He grins up at you from his position just shy of your thighs and says, "I need you to say it cariño."

You gulp, voice husky and gravelly and whisper, "Yes Javi, this is good."

His grin spreads, and he shimmies the sweats down further, exposing your achingly wet core. He sits back on his heels, pulling the pant legs from you one by one, agonizingly slowly, until you hear them land across the room close to where your shirt landed.

He is just staring at you, lazy smile and bright eyes, and you giggle, embarrassed as he looks at you.

"Fucking perfect," he whispers, before he drops forward, immediately peppering your thighs with soft and gentle kisses, nose dragging along your goosebumped flesh. His nose tickles the hair at your center as he crosses to your other thigh and you gasp, thighs jerking in anticipation.

"Chica impaciente," he murmurs, and you can hear the smile in his voice rather than see it, your head thrown back against the crisp bedlinen. He kisses along your opposite thigh, and drags his nose across your tight bundle of nerves as he crosses back over and you gasp again, hips bucking upwards at the sensation.

"Javi, please," you whine, a blush creeping up your cheeks immediately. You don't beg for anything, let alone anyone, but here you are begging for Javi to do something, to stop teasing you and just touch you where you want him most. Javi chuckles, and one hand comes to your ass, kneading the flesh there, as his other splayed across your stomach, taking you by surprise.

Javi complies and you hiss when you feel the wet muscle of his tongue poke at your entrance.

He licks a broad stroke languidly up your center, darting back and forth sharply over your clit. You let out a guttural moan, and now you understand why he's holding you in place as your hips try to buck upward.

You should be ashamed at how wet you are, already soaked from his tongue toying at your breasts but the second he touched your core you feel a rush of arousal seep out of you, but you're not ashamed, just another vulnerable piece of you shown to Javi when you had shown him most of your vulnerable pieces already.

You sink into the mattress as his tongue flicks confidently up and down your slick folds.

When he pushes his tongue into you, you let out a high pitched sob you weren't sure you were even capable of, and card your fingers through his hair as he explores you. The filthy sounds coming from you make you squirm under Javi's hold, but it seems to push him further, his tongue lapping at you, sucking and nibbling your clit and your body fills with a heat you haven't felt before, a pleasant burning deep down. Before you know it, you hear Javi pop off your clit and you whimper at the loss, only to be replaced by a thick finger edging through your folds. He slides it into you, gliding smoothly down to the second knuckle, curling slightly, before pulling it back out, pleasure pooling at the base of your spine and you cry out when the cool air hits you.

More, Javi, more, please."

"Oh, you think you can take more, hermosa?" he asks cockily.

You squeal in response, tugging hard at his curls bobbing between your twitching thighs.

A second finger joins the first, slipping and sliding through your folds, curved slightly as his knuckle hits your public bone time after time.

Your breaths are heavy, breasts heaving as you pant while he ruts his fingers in and out of you. The fire is building in your stomach and your thighs are trembling, threatening to clamp round Javi's head.

"Taking it so fucking well cariño, you want more?"

"Yes!" you scream, unashamed at your volume after his praise. You feel a third finger, and you're stretched so much you could cry but it's so fucking good, your wet folds sucking Javi's fingers in deeper, as if he needs it, he's quite capable of caressing your fluttering walls on his own judging by your malleable body. You're so close, fire building more and more with each pump of his hand between your legs, and just when you think you will burst, he leans back, pulling his hand from you with a vulgar squelching sound. You cry out, and Javi wrenches your knees apart, holding your thighs in vice like grips, your sticky arousal smeared on your leg as he dives into your folds again, devouring you like a man starved. His tongue replaces his eager fingers, caressing your aching clit, stimulation almost too much to bear now. You know Javi's tongue, the wit and razor sharp words that tumble from it, and you're not surprised he's just as good with it now, flicking across your sensitive bud in just the right way, pulling strings of curses and moans from your own useless tongue as you feel a gush of liquid weeping through your folds again. The heat pooling in your belly grows again suddenly, the fire building, building, building, until it envelopes your entire body, white hot flames tearing through your veins, and your eyes roll back in your head, thighs clamping round Javi's head, and your fingers curl so tight into his hair you're afraid you'll never be able to let him go. He grunts, and you feel your walls spasm, fluttering like a birds wings, but Javi doesn't let up, drinking your juices like a man possessed as they flood from you, tongue lapping up all you can offer him. When you feel the fluttering stop, and you're almost so over stimulated you go to push him away, he coaxes you through it, lapping at you until the after tremors are well and truly done and your breath returns to normal and the room has stopped looking like there's twinkling stars on the ceiling.

Javi raises up slowly from between your legs, like a pilgrim at the altar, his mustache and chin soaked in your juices. Your eyes go wide, and he grins, wiping himself with the back of his hand, but he's coated so much in you that he's still slick with your cum. With an overwhelming urge, you pull him close to you, bare chests stuck together by a slick sheen of sweat, and lock your lips onto Javi's. You poke your tongue into his eager mouth, relishing the comfortable taste of him, and noticing the sweet taste that must be you on his tongue too. You're already sated but the fire in your belly is still there, still roaring, and you need him, need to feel him and taste him more, and just have more of him.

You trace the firm muscles of his body with your long fingers and edge closer to the waistband of his jeans.

How is it fair that he still has these on while you're not only laid bare before him, but are so disgustingly wet because of him?

You deftly pull the button open, and slide the zipper down, cupping his keen erection in your hand. You can feel the weight of him, hard and pulsing in your hand and you need him now, need to feel him now, need his cock inside you before you burst again.

"Fuck, gimmie-" you pop off his lips, clamping your mouth shut, scared now to ask for anything when Javi has already given you so much, the orgasm still jumbling your mind. His lips still over yours, leaving crackles of electricity between you in the sudden break, and he cups your jaw tightly in his rough hand.

"What is it cariño?" he whispers softly, his breath hot on your ear.

"I- I," you falter, still unsure of what to say in this moment, nervous now you don't want to ask of anything that you shouldn't, and break the spell.

"Cmon baby, tell me what you want, tell me how you want me."

Javi loosens his grip on your jaw, and lifts himself slightly so he could look into your eyes. His big brown eyes are focused on you, searching yours for permission. You blink slowly and stupidly, already taken care of by his administrations and if that's all that happens between you, you would be a very, very happy person. He trails your lips with his thumb, leaving it on your full bottom lip. Before you can stop yourself, you pull his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue over it, noisily slurping over the thick pad, and his pupils blow, and you feel his thick throbbing cock twitch in your hand in longing.

"Let me taste you Javi." you say with conviction, but you're wary too, unsure of how much is too much, despite everything already happening.

"That can wait, let me look after you tonight, OK?"

Your breath hitches in your throat, before you nod. He peels your fingers from his twitching cock and takes himself in his fist, pumping a few times. It gives you time to seek him out, and look at him, drink in his familiar features; familiar yet so different to you now in the midnight hue of his monochrome bedroom. Something has changed tonight, the obvious, but you still feel at ease, feel more comfortable with Javi than you have done before, and you grin widely, knowing Murphy didn't mean for this to be part of the equation when he tested your meaning of friendship. You close your eyes as your chest bursts with happiness and satisfaction, and you pull Javi close to you, pressing your lips on his, eager to taste him on you again. He obliges, kissing you hard as his body cages you in from above. You feel a nudge at your slit and your hips jerk upward at the motion on your sensitive clit, but you snap your eyes open, and find Javi's, wide and keen as he nudges his leaking cock into you. He rolls his hips, cock teasing at your still slick entrance, and you spread your legs wide for him, feet pressed into the firm mattress, inviting him to enter, eager for him to stoke the fire in your belly.

"You think you can take me cariño?"

"Need you- need your cock in me now Javi."

He grins, and pushes himself into your wet folds, inch by inch. You feel so tight around him, feel the girth and size of his cock stretching you and you groan, sliding your hands round his shoulders and piercing his skin with your nails.

He inhales sharply, and slides himself in further, nudging your wet walls. Your head rolls on your shoulders at the tingling sensation of him inside you, slowly, deliberately, tantalizingly filling you full on him. You feel the leaking tip hit nerves deep within you you don't think you've ever felt touched before, and feel the coarse hairs at the base of him tickle your already overstimulated clit at the same time.

"Javi," you cry out, unable to say anything else, mouth agape at the feel of him stuffing you full.

"Si, cariño," he hisses, as he pulls out just as slowly as he entered. You cling to him, the fire licking at your senses as he moves so teasingly slowly. Just as he pulls out, he thrusts his hips back again, sliding slowly through you, until you feel his hair and hips hit you again, a slight tingle of pain not unwelcome as you stretch out round him.

You dig your nails into his shoulders again and it's his turn to groan, a low rumble from the base of his throat you can feel vibrate through you and you crash your lips back into his as he slides back out, sucking at his lower lip. He bites yours just as he bottoms out in you again and you jerk your hips up, slamming against him, needing him to move quicker before you burst and the fire engulfs everything round you.

He murmurs softly, moving his hands under you to wrap around your body, careful to avoid touching your delicate ribs.

"Fuck Javi, move, need you to move," you pant into his mouth, and you feel his lips turn upward in a lazy smile.

"Bebita not like it when I tease?"

"Javi, please," you whine, thrusting your hips at him, eager for more friction against your throbbing clit.

He chuckles and slides out at the same agonisingly slow speed until he's nearly all out, your walls clamping around nothing, then he thrusts back into you quicker than he's done before, building a steady rhythm, rocking in and out of you with ease, his cock easing through you with your spend slathered all over him. You grip him tighter, rolling your hips as you match his rhythm, skin slapping on skin in the dark as you pant and moan, and he groans and mumbles in your ear in Spanish, but you don't care what he's saying at this point, your nerves are white hot, the fire reaching its peak, built up so much there's no room left for it to burn in your body.

You focus on the euphoric feeling he's pulling from you with his muscular hips slamming in and out of you while you rock into him and you feel delightfully dizzy, so close to the edge.

You still, as you hear Javi breathe out your name, shocking you. Your given name. Not Rookie, or one of his Spanish nicknames he uses so often on you without you having a single clue what they really mean, but your name. The way it drips from his lips like honey turns you on even more than you thought possible, making you want more, despite him being buried to the hilt inside you and already having pulled a mind blowing orgasm from you.

He lifts from you, looking into your eyes, his own pupils blown wider than you've ever seen them.

"Is this still OK cariño?"

You blink stupidly, trying so hard not to roll your eyes in this instance. Of course he has asked again. Of course he has checked you're still OK. The gentle soul that is your Javi, no matter what the situation, checking in on you.

He grins steadily, lighting up his face, and he looks so beautiful right now. His shining eyes, hair mussed yet matted to his sticky forehead, tanned skin glowing above you, bowed lips split wide, emanating such utter confidence as he owns you, as he pulls the most vulnerable parts of you apart, to your liking.

"Fuck, this is more than OK Javier."

He chuckles, head falling to kiss your shoulder delicately, and he starts to rock his hips again as he chases soft kisses across your chest.

You pull him tight to you, desperately clinging to him as he moves, as if you're scared he'll float away from you if you don't hold him. Your body arches as he hits a spot seldom touched by anyone before, not even your own fingers or toys which you've had to become very reliant on.

"That's it cariño, look at how well you're taking me."

The praise does something to you, and you let out a gutteral moan, nails dragging down his back, tight and muscular under your hands as you keen into him, feral for him.

You're whimpering now as he rocks you hard and fast, the pleasure tinged slightly with pain being the most breathtaking feeling, and you know you're already gone, white spots dancing in your vision, even if your eyes are squeezed shut.

When his coarse hair brushes your clit, you scream out, Javi's name bubbling from your throat, the fire roaring in your ears as you cum hard on his cock, gushing all over and round him, leaking out and down your thighs, walls clenching and spasming around him for the second time tonight. You can do nothing but stay clung to him, meek little nosies leaving your throat, eyes rolling in their sockets as your head lols uselessly, completely spent. Javi rocks you through it, taking him a few more thrusts and groans until you feel him paint you with his cum, cock twitching deliciously inside you, the hot ropes joining your own liquid seeping out of you and down your thighs.

Javi slumps over you, head fallen over your shoulder, and he kisses you on the cheek, a kiss that leaves your face flushed, as if it wasn't already. He cradles you close to him and your bodies shake with beating hearts, but they slowly synchronize until they rise and fall together, Javi's breath puffing out gently into your ear.

You know your mind should be racing, but you feel slow and sluggish, endorphins travelling so slowly through your veins you can feel them, tingles and warmth touching every part of you, the embers of the fire licking at your fingers and toes as you drowsily lay in Javi's bed.

You don't move an inch, comfortable despite the liquid squelching between your thighs and pooling under your ass, warm from the exercise and Javi's body slung across yours. You let out an exasperated huff when you feel him slide from you, missing the feel of him already when he stands and you stay where you are, spread wide and pliant on the bed, not caring what you look like as he pads out of the room and into the bathroom, the dim light spreading into his bedroom from across the hall. You can feel sleep encroaching, and you sigh contentedly as his silhouette returns and you watch him through heavy eyes, bashful smile breaking on your face as Javi returns to you. He kneels at the bottom of the bed, and you gasp when you feel something wet slide up your thigh, realizing moments later he has a cloth and is cleaning you up, gently and carefully wiping away the traces of your actions.

Except they're exemplified in your brain; the way Javi's taut muscles felt under your hands, the feel of his hips against yours, the taste of his mouth, smoky and whiskey tinged against your own, his girthy cock spreading you open, leaking into you…

You smile wider, heavy lids closing, tucking the memory of tonight into your brain, two souls united through something tragic, your emotions and anxieties and stress and everything you feel from being in Columbia exquisitely fucked out of you, so you're no longer wound up like a coil, ready to go at any moment.

Javi stands again, and you crack open your eyes as he returns to the bathroom, hearing the water gushing out of the taps as he rinses his hands and face off. The water falling into the bowl sounds like a rainstorm, reminding you of home, and your heart soars, just one more thing to make you feel safe in this unpredictable place.

You're asleep before he can return, eyes fluttering and smile still toying at the corners of your lips as your breath comes out in little puffs, and Javi smiles to himself, pulling a spare sheet from the cupboard and draping it over your naked form, sliding in beside you and curling round your warm body.

"Goodnight hermosa," he breathes, pushing stray strands of hair from your face as he touches his lips to your forehead before he also closes his eyes and succumbs to the first night of decent sleep he's had in weeks.

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Content: Parental conflict (parents arguing in the background), Ryker is a minor (but there's no whump, just fluff), vampire whumpee.

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Both Carlos’ masters were fighting a lot today. After so many years of practice, Carlos was good at blocking out the noise but the seven year old in his arms clearly wasn’t. He had his head pressed up against the vampire’s chest and his comfort blanket around his shoulders, blocking him from the rest of the world and all its problems. 

“Why can’t everyone get along like you and me do?” Ryker whispered. Had it not been for his excellent hearing, Carlos would never have heard it, but he did and it only caused his heart to sink a little further. “It’s so loud… hurts my ears and- and my chest.”

“I don’t know.”

It wasn’t a lie. While he knew exactly why his masters were fighting right now, he’d never been able to understand why fighting was so popular among humans. Did they enjoy it? Was it something they yearned for? Very few of the fights he’d seen happen just in the several years he’d lived here alone could have been worth it.

Right now, for instance, the two were arguing over furniture. Where it needed to be, why it did or did not work where it currently was. Carlos just did not understand it. Did they even realise how much it upset their child? Though, something told him they wouldn’t change even if they did. 

He ran his hand along Ryker’s back, alternating between tracing patterns into the blanket and rubbing circles into it in an attempt to calm him. He couldn’t realistically do much, but he hoped that being here right now would be enough to get him through whatever issue was happening right outside his door. 

“...When I was a kid, an- and things used to scare me, I would make myself little forts out of blankets or pillows or sometimes even both to make myself feel better,” he commented quietly as he rested his chin on the boy’s head. “I liked doing it when there was a thunderstorm outside or loud noises were happening. It made me feel like I was protected.” Even if I wasn’t. “Would you like to try it with me?” 

There was a small pause before he got any sort of response. However, he soon felt the boy’s head dip a few times in a nod before a small face appeared from beneath the blanket. He was still holding onto Carlos’ rugged old shirt and refused to take the blanket off completely, but the fact that he had shown his face at all had to mean something. 

“Will you sit in the fort with me?” he whispered. “When it’s done, I mean?”

“Yes.” the vampire offered him a small hint of a smile. “Yes, of course. They’re always better when you’ve got someone to enjoy them with.” 

“Who did you have?” Ryker asked quietly as he slowly began to unravel himself from his blanket. “Did your mom and dad help you?” 

Carlos shook his head, reaching out to grab the big blanket that sat on Ryker’s bed along with all the pillows. “No. I’m… I never got to meet my mom and dad, I don’t think. At least, I don’t remember them.” 

He handed a few of the pillows to Ryker to hold, and the two waddled over to the corner of the room before dumping everything on the ground. “So- so you just, didn’t have a mom?” 

“I mean, I know I do. I just… never got to meet her, I guess.” 

Ryker was still for a moment, seemingly contemplating what had been said. Instead of waiting, Carlos took initiative and began to move everything around to make some sort of fort-like thing out of what they had. 

Then, all of a sudden the child appeared beside him just as Maria began to scream again, shrugging his tiny shoulders. “Well, I think you’re not missing out on much, so it’s okay.”

Much to both their surprise, Carlos found himself laughing at the comment. Not loud enough for his masters’ to hear, but enough that it caused the both of them to jump. The vampire flushed bright red as he tucked the edge of the blanket beneath the mattress while the other was attached to some cabinets to hold it up.

“That’s very helpful, thank you.” 

The boy practically beamed. ���You’re welcome! Do we- where do the pillows go now that my blanket is up?” 

“In here.” Carlos motioned beneath the blankets and crawled back a bit to watch as Ryker vigorously pushed every pillow on the floor inside with relative ease. Once he was gone, he smiled and rushed to grab the bigger blanket off his bed before hauling it towards the area, too. 

“Come, come!” he encouraged. “Mom and Dad will make us take it down soon, so we gotta make the most of it while we can!” 

True to his nature, Carlos obeyed; crawling inside the makeshift fort they’d built together and crossing his legs beneath himself. Immediately, Ryker crawled into the vampire’s lap and put the blanket over the both of their legs so they could both stay warm.

It was enough to make Carlos realise just how long it’d been since he’d gotten the privilege of a blanket or any source of warmth. It was heavenly, and despite trying to resist he soon had pulled the child closer and draped the blanket further over them, desperate for some sense of comfort. 

“Thanks,” Ryker eventually whispered against Carlos’ chest. “I don’t feel so scared anymore.” 

“I’m glad.” Carlos squeezed him tighter and leaned his head back against the wall behind them, smiling ever so slightly into the boy’s hair. “You deserve to not feel scared.”

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LITTLE!ALLISON BEDROOM HEADCANONS 🤲🤲 THE WHOLE LIST 🤲🤲

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🍇Little Allison Bedroom Headcanons 🍇 ➢ event masterlist

*slams my hands on a table* GET READY FOR THE BABY OF ALL BABYS and yes I’m ignoring her canon bedroom

1. What kind of bed do they sleep in? What size is it?

- her bed is in the corner of her room & a queen size, her mattress has a memory foam mattress topper on it since the mattress itself is hard like a rock and just never seems to break in properly. she has a canopy that she got after Scott got Kira’s hers, Kira got Allison’s and bought her some more fairy lights to add to her collection/put up around the canopy

2. How many pillows do they sleep with? What’s the color of their pillows?

- she has at least four normal pillows, but she also has a bunch of cookie shaped pillows that Chris got her when he found out about her regression (it’s sort of an inside joke because he found out while she was eating cookies), she uses the cookie pillows more than the other four but refuses to get ride of them

3. How many blankets do they sleep with? What colors are they?

- she gets hot in her sleep so most likely her comforter ends up kicked to the floor and she’s left with a throw blanket halfway wrapped around her. when she’s small she really likes to make forts, probably with Scott or Chris’ help, but if she falls asleep in them she might end up under a pile of blankets and pillows

4. Where do they keep their clothes? How are their clothes organized?

- she keeps all her clothes in her closet. It’s easy and out of the way, but she does have special bins for her ‘little clothes’ that are really just her softest pajamas and/or oversized clothes she’s stolen from various pack members

5. What kind of light sources do they have? How many do they have? Why?

- she has at least two of those galaxy projector things, her and Stiles basically collect them at this point, but she also likes to put up seasonal fairy lights! she has little pumpkins for fall, snowflakes for winter, flowers for spring, and suns for summer. she doesn’t like being in the dark when she’s regressed and to make sure if she wakes up small she won’t be stuck in darkness, she keeps at least one light on at all times. most of the time if her lights have color settings they’re set to purple or blue

6. What colors are their bedroom walls?

- they’re a very very light purple, almost white looking

7. What does their bedroom look like? What kind of furniture do they have in there? How big is it?

- her bed is in the middle of her room, her vanity against her wall and then her closet & a beanbag chair on the floor in the corner. she doesn’t have a lot of furniture by choice, she doesn’t like her room feeling too overcrowded and would rather have space to set up all her stuffies on the floor for “concerts” or very important “meetings” that she totally doesn’t drag Scott into

8. What kind of floor does their bedroom have? What color?

- she has dark wood floors that are especially nice when she wants to lay on blankets on the floor looking up at one of her projectors on the celling as the wood isn’t as warm as carpet would be

9. Do they have any toys? Do they sleep with any of them?

- she has quite a lot of plushies but as for actual toys she’s only got a couple. she has magnet toys that can entertain her for hours on end, a couple miscellaneous toy cars or army men she’s picked up from Isaac. and of course she has the stuffed bunny her mom gave her, she sleeps with it each night, and a wolf that Scott got her after she found he was a werewolf, and some unicorns that Lydia got her after finding out about Allison’s regression

10. Do they have any rugs? If so, what color are they?

- there’s a decent size rug under her bed, it’s a pink-ish purple color and it’s moved with her since she was a kid, really one of the only items she has from her past houses

11. Are there any decorative elements to their bedroom? What are they? Why?

- aside from the fairy lights she sets up she likes to throw up a few holiday decorations! she’s got a mini Christmas tree she puts a couple ornaments on each year, some fake spider webbing for Halloween, and a million heart decorations that stay up all throughout February for Valentine’s Day. she also has a big board hung by her vanity that has pictures tacked on, there’s some of her family, the pack, old friends she’s left behind when she moved, random pictures that have been taken over the years — really anything! she also likes to stick movie tickets and other things like that to the board to remember things she’s done

12. What are some of the things they do in their bedroom?

- she spends a lot of time in her bedroom when she can, it’s her safe place and somewhere she doesn’t feel pressured to be super strong all the time or hold all her normal responsibilities. she likes to play with her stuffies in a million different ways, she never gets bored of coming up with different ideas for them!

13. Do they share their bedroom with anyone. If so, who?

- nope! she can get secretive when it comes to what’s in her room as she thinks it’s very “outwardly little” so only select people are allowed in: Chris, Scott, Lydia, Stiles, Isaac & Kira, are the only ones who’ve spent more than just a couple minutes in Allison’s room

Some more Travis and Blair? I have no idea what could happen to the two of them, but I just love when whumpees thinks their caretaker (reluctant or not) is a new whumper

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Whumtember 2022 Day 24: Reluctant goodbye

CW: Poisoning mention, vampires, slavery, left behind, military setting

Travis winced as he sipped his soup. It had been two weeks since he had been poisoned but he was still dealing with pounding headaches and a distinct distrust of all liquids. The Torins had taken the fort and Travis could hear them bustling around outside, preparing to encroach further into Lucian territory. Apparently the Torins were winning the war. 

 A knock sounded on the door and Travis lifted his head as Micah entered the room.

"How are you feeling today?" Micah asked.

"Better," Travis said. He was so jealous of Micah: the vampire had only needed a few days of rest before he had completely recovered from the poisoning. Travis, on the other hand, still felt incredibly weak.

Micah sat down on the bed across from Travis' and folded his hands in his lap. He seemed nervous.

"Travis... we need to talk about what is going to happen to you," Micah said.

Travis' stomach dropped. "W-what do you mean? Aren't I staying with you and the rest of the unit?"

Micah looked down at his hands. "The unit is being disbanded. The men are being sent home, honorably discharged for their service."

Travis' heart skipped a beat.

"You, on the other hand, are considered to be captured property," Micah said. His nose wrinkled at that term. "Legally, you belong to the Torin army."

"What does that mean?" Travis asked.

"That means that you can't come with me or any of the other men."

"That's not fair!" Travis yelled. Tears were burning at his eyes and he tried to blink them back. "We've been through so much, they can't just take me."

"Yes they can," Micah said quietly. "Believe me, I've argued with my superiors about this. I've begged them to let me keep you. But they said that the army needs as many humans as it can get, and that means that they need you."

"I don't want to be alone," Travis said, his voice breaking on the last word. The tears he had been trying to hold back began streaming down his cheeks. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes as he sobbed. He didn't react when he felt the mattress bow next to him. Then Micah pulled Travis into his arms.

"I'm so, so sorry Travis," Micah said.

"I'm going to miss you," Travis said with a sniffle.

"I'm going to miss you too. We all are." Micah paused. "You saved our lives Travis. We wouldn't be alive if not for you." Travis closed his eyes. The vampires wouldn't have survived without his blood. He shouldn't have thought he would ever be treated as anything more than a blood bag.

"When do you leave?" Travis asked.

"Now," Micah said. "We were just told last night that we were being discharged. The rest of the men are outside. They were hoping to come in, to say goodbye to you?"

Travis nodded, and Micah released the hug. Travis tried unsuccessfully to wipe away his tears. Gods, he was a mess. Micah got to his feet and opened the door. Travis' heart almost broke as the vampires who he had spent the last couple months with entered the room. All their goodbyes, their expressions of thanks, blurred together as Travis embraced each of them in turn. Then they were gone.

It was just Travis and Micah left.

"I've talked with Blair. You'll be staying with them from now on. They keep humans for use in the army's medical program. They can explain more about it than I can, but suffice to say they will make sure that you are safe and well-cared for."

Travis liked Blair, they were kind and gentle. But he liked Micah and the rest of the men more.

"Please don't leave me," he whispered. Then he threw his arms around Micah and gave him the tightest hug he could. "Please don't go."

"I'll try to come visit," Micah said gently. Then he extricated himself from Travis' hug. "Goodbye, Travis," he said with a catch in his throat, clearly trying to hold back his own tears.

Travis stared at the door that closed behind Micah. His soup sat on the nightstand, cold and forgotten. Travis didn't even try to stop the tears now.

He had lost everyone he had ever known when the Lucians had taken him from his village. He had just been starting to build up a circle of people around him, albeit people who were vampires, when the Torins had taken over the fort and forced his friends to leave And now he was alone again.

Travis didn't know how long he sat there, staring at the door. Then a light tap at the door and Blair entered the room. His new owner, for all intents and purposes. Travis unconsciously shrank back from the vampire.

"Hi Travis," Blair said gently. "How're you holding up?"

Travis didn't respond, instead picking at a loose thread on his blanket.

"I'm scared," he said finally. It was the truth.

Blair approached Travis' bed and reached out to lay their hand on top of his. Their skin was cool and dry, but not unpleasantly so.

"It's okay to be scared," they said quietly. "But I promise that you'll have a good life with me and the rest of the medical humans."

"But it's not my choice," Travis said. "It's not my choice," he repeated quietly.

He expected to feel anger when he said those words. Anger that the vampires had taken away everything from him. Anger that he didn't get a say in what happened to his body. But instead of anger, he just felt resigned.

"But I'm just a blood bag to you, aren't I?" Travis raised his head and met Blair's eyes.

They looked back at him with a furrowed brow and shook their head. "No Travis, you're so much more than that." And before Travis could react, Blair was kissing him. And Travis was kissing the vampire back.

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Please look at me - chapter 3

Chapter one | chapter two [read on ao3]

Chapter 3: Simpler times

It was a busy day at Fort Briggs. Squads were entering and leaving the enormous halls for patrols. Soldiers were positioning themselves on the roof to keep an eye on the wide landscape. The deeper levels were filled with concentrated minds that were working on developing the newest technologies.

While some soldiers were hurrying through the corridors, others were relaxing between their shifts in the common rooms. The whole fort felt alive.

Casther let himself fall onto the mattress. He had already finished his duties for today, a small advantage when you had to get up in the middle of the night for watch duty. Though there weren't many things he could do now that he had some free time.

The common rooms were usually filled at this time of the day and Casther was too exhausted to deal with all the chatter that was awaiting him there. And wandering around the fort always carried the risk of running into Miles, who would then give him extra work.

So Casther decided on his favorite free time activity.

Bothering Val in the medical room.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I don't want to see you here unless you need treatment. I'm busy enough without you sticking to my ass all day." Val stared down at him with an annoyed look on his face.

The medical room had been empty this afternoon, something that didn't happen every day. However even when there was no one to patch up, there still was enough work for the doctor to do: Cleaning tools, checking inventories, organizing, writing requests for new equiment or filling out medical reports.

Which left enough space for Casther to lay down on one of the beds that was usually used for patients (or in this case: for Casther’s naps).

"But can't you see, doctor?", Casther put on the most tragic voice he could muster. "I'm dying of boredom!"

To accentuate his acting, he closed his eyes and dramatically placed the back of his hand on his forehead.

"I can see that," Val commented dryly.

Peeking through one eye to see the doctor's reaction, Casther wasn't surprised that he didn't get the desired response. Val was looking at him completely unimpressed, hands stemmed into his sides.

It seemed like Casther had to resort to more drastic measures.

Casther sat up to face the doctor. With big eyes he looked back at the black haired man, slightly raised his eyebrows and pushed his lower lip forward into a pout. Time for plan B.

"Oh come on, Val. I can't go outside, Miles will find me and give me some annoying task to do. He's still mad at me for dyeing his horse’s hair pink. Here's the only place I'm safe!", Casther started pleading. He pushed his hands together in a praying gesture.

The doctor squinted his eyes, his face otherwise expressionless.

"I promise, I won't get on your nerves. I'll let you do all of your work in peace!", he looked at Val with big eyes. "... I can even stay quiet for the whole time I'm here!".

For a moment they just stared at each other. One of them making bigger and bigger eyes, the other one tightening his frown.

"Fine", Val finally grunted and turned around to walk away. "But don't make a mess!"

With a triumphant smile Casther let himself fall back onto the mattress again and watched the doctor as he entered the small storage room that was connected to the medical room. It was the place Val kept most of his medications and other medical equipment.

Casther heard him rustling through the room. It sounded like the doctor was looking for something. He closed his eyes to let them rest, but his attention stayed on the noises that came from the doctor’s rummaging. A few loud thumps came from the small room.

"If you need help with lifting a box from the top shelf, just tell me. Don't want one landing on your head again, right?" Casther offered with a cocky undertone.

He interlaced his fingers and put them at the back of his head in a relaxed manner.

"My knight in shining armor, I’ll let you know if I crave your helping hand,” Val answered with thick sarcasm. “And if you need help shutting your big mouth, let me know as well."

Some seconds later the doctor added grumpily from the back of the small room. "Also: You're not even that much bigger. What is it, six centimeters?"

"Nine," Casther responded.

“Oh, I’m sorry for being so far off,” Val added with thick irony. “Those three centimeters extra are so important.”

“Well, for some people three centimeters make all the difference. Especially when it comes to size,” Casther commented with a cocky smirk. “But don’t worry: You’re still average.”

Something at the left side of his head started tingling. Casther quickly sat up just to see a heavy book land on the same place his head just layed a second ago. Even without looking up he knew out of which direction it was thrown.

"Looks like I struck a nerve." Casther teased with curled lips. He thanked his sixth sense for saving him from a big bump on his head.

"Oh, just shut the hell up", he heard Val muttering.

The gray haired man decided to let his friend work in peace. He leaned against the wall and closed his exhausted eyes. And while listening to Val’s rustling, he fell into a light doze.

After a few minutes the doctor came back, carrying a rather large box. Casther watched with wondering eyes as Val placed the box right next to him.

"If you're here to bother me, the least you can do is give me a hand", the black haired man said as he slid his glasses further up his nose.

That sounded fair.

Without complaining, Casther began to help his friend sort through the box. It was filled with medical equipment such as bandages or disinfectant alcohol.

Their chatter could be heard in the hallway as the two men dug through the insides of the box. Casther asked questions about whatever he pulled out of it, just for Val to explain its usage and add a short story to it.

After listening to his friend’s explanation with genuine interest, Casther couldn't help but add a horrible impression on how he understood the object to work.

"So you mean just like this? Looks pretty stupid to me. And you're telling me you actually went to university for this? Seems to me like you missed some classes', Casther commented with played cluelessness as he held an otoscope to his butt (note: those things you use to look into ears).

"It's enough to keep your stupid ass from dying of rabies", Val smiled teasingly.

"Hey!", Casther exclaimed. "That was months ago. And the squirrel attacked me out of the blue! I didn't do anything", he tried to defend himself.

"So you didn't try and talk with it with the help of your "wolf genes" or wanted to take it with you as a pet?", a smirk traced around Val's lips.

"That was one time, I only tried it with wolves for obvious reasons,”  Casther explained eagerly. “And it was a joke!"

Val chuckled softly.

They proceeded the banter while Casther made sure to play his role correctly by sulking over Val's snarky comments. It was an act Casther was willing to play every once in a while. Val's soft smiles were rare, his hearty laughs even rarer which made it all worth it. Being the butt of a joke was a small toll to take to see that.

After thinking of another absurd way to use a certain medical equipment, Casther looked down on some bandages he tried to fit into a small box. Mindlessly he listened to Val's explanation, until the doctor's tone changed abruptly.

"But of course you wouldn't understand it. What else is to be expected of you?", said the shorter man next to him in a stony voice.

Casther could feel his blood run cold.

"What?", he slowly turned his head to look at his friend in disbelief of what he just heard.

Val let out a frigid laugh.

"I mean look at you", he faced Casther with cold eyes. "You're a cast out. Someone's sad alchemy experiment. Of course you wouldn't know, much less understand."

Casther stared at Val in complete shock. With a lot of effort he managed to stutter an answer: "W-Why would you say that? You're my friend, why are you-".

"Oh please.", Val leaned against the wall. "Not even your own family wanted to stick around. Why would I?", he started shaking from his own unusual loud laughter.

Completely paralyzed Casther stared at the man next to him. He could feel his vision blurring.

"All you do is cause a mess. Why would anyone ever care about you? Everyone's better off without you.", his words seemed distant as he stared at Casther with cold green eyes.

Casther felt the air leaving his lungs. Everything around him began to fade. And as he was gasping for air, he could feel a force pushing him back and he fell deep down into the ground.

With a loud thump, Casther landed on the wooden floor. He tore his eyes open. Groaning in pain from hitting the hard floor, he slowly sat up. While he massaged his head he took a glance at his surroundings in surprise.

The medical room was gone and Casther found himself on the ground of the wooden cabin. Memories of the previous hours came back to him: The snowy forest, Val falling into an icy lake and Casther carrying him into an abandoned cabin.

He scratched his gray haired neck. Seems like he fell asleep and started to dream.

Did he seriously manage to fall out of the bed?

As he turned around to face the bed, he could feel his blood run cold. His heart fell into the deepest pits of the earth as he realized what had happened.

In front of him on the bed sat Val. Very much alive and definitely awake as he was pressing his back against the wall behind him. Dragging one of the blankets up to his chest his knuckles turned white from the grip. His shoulders raised quickly from his hurried breath.

He looked at Casther in pure horror.

Fuck.

@ahogedetective asked: ❝ "Kokichi.. " He softly calls out. Then once he's close enough, Shuichi will pull him into a gentle embrace, arms wrapped around his waist as he gives him a kiss. He then hoists him up in his arms, giggling in between the series of kisses that he delivers to his face. "...Hi. Heheh... Happy White Day, Koki. If you don't mind, I would like to steal you away for a moment." He snickers, before carrying Kokichi to their room. This time, Shuichi had wanted to set up his own little surprise, so he pretended that he needed an hour to clean the room.

He uses his back to push the door open. Then when he does a small twirl to turn them around, Kokichi will see that Shuichi created a blanket fort. On two low-end tables right outside the blanket fort, were lit candles that gave off a nice jasmine scent. The fort itself was filled with blankets and many pillows. Rose petals were scattered about the mattress, and there was a big bed tray in the center. On it were two plates and forks, a purple velvet cake with dark chocolate frosting dyed black with food coloring, a couple of DVDs laid by the table.... and then also on the table; was a white cat plush shaped like a heart, having a close resemblance to Beignet... and a small vase of red and purple roses, a checkerboard patterned ribbon wrapped around the vase.

As he gently sets Kokichi down, he asks: "S... So! What do you think? I... probably wasn't that sneaky about it, but this was the real reason I was "cleaning" in here for so long: so I could set up this little surprise for you! Like how you wowed me with that lovely surprise when I came home on Valentine's Day... " He hums, eagerly bouncing on his feet to see how Kokichi will love the little set up for their romantic night. "I thought it'd be nice if we had a movie date night! Maybe watch some so-bad-it's-good movies to make fun of and laugh together over, while all nice and snuggled up... " And then gesturing Kokichi to climb inside the fort with him, he'll continue once they're settled in: "... While enjoying some cake I made for us! With our colors, hehe... and the roses petals for that, well.... e-extra romantic touch!" His smile turns just the slightest shy as he says that, and cheeks turning a light red. "And those... " He gestures towards the roses and cat plushie. "Are a little something for you, something cute I thought you might like, hehe. I hope you love it... and that you'll have a wonderful time tonight! Just like I know I will with you... " And leans against him, one hand intertwining with one of Kokichi's as he gazes lovingly at him... (A lil something for White Day!! I hope u likey, hehe~!🐱🎂🛏 ) ❞ ( White Day ask! )

Kokichi knew Shuichi was up to something, although he had had the common courtesy to pretend otherwise. That hadn't, however, stopped him from anticipating whatever it was. He could be a bit of a pacer, only stopping himself by hopping up on the kitchen table and attempting to distract himself with his phone. Shuichi's voice brought an instant smile to his face, phone shoved back into his pocket. He slid right off of the table and eagerly into Shuichi's embrace, humming happily while his arms looped across Shuichi's shoulders. "I was starting to get bored," he joked, grin brightening as Shuichi lifted him up. He couldn't suppress a giggle at the barrage of kisses. "So you did remember!" Kokichi said, eyes aglow with mischief. "Happy White Day, beloved." He pressed his lips to Shuichi's for a brief, sweet kiss. "This better mean you have a surprise for me," he murmured against his lips, snickering as he leaned back. As the door was pushed open and Kokichi caught a glimpse of said surprise, he lit up.

Once firmly back on the ground, he bounced on his heels, returning right to Shuichi's arms so he could pull him down into another kiss. "Oh no," he began between kisses, "you're not sneaky at all." He leaned back after ruffling Shuichi's hair, then trotted over to the blanket fort. "But that's okay because my beloved knows just the way to my heart." He eagerly clambered in after Shuichi, hands instantly reaching for the plush cat and grinning. "You're too good at getting me gifts. It's not fair." There wasn't a trace of complaint across his face, however. Instead, he leaned into Shuichi, lips curved into a warm smile. "The roses, the movies, the fort—you're way smoother than you let on. I'm totally wooed." He leaned up to catch Shuichi's lips with his own again, this time deepening the kiss. His fingertips traced along Shuichi's jawline, the hint of a smirk pressed into the kiss. Finally, he broke away. "Even if the rose petals are kinda corny." Corny wasn't bad, however. He sighed, some combination of false sadness and genuine contentment behind it. "I would make out with you for like thirty minutes for this, but I don't want the cake to go stale before I get to try it." There was that teasing, ridiculous smile.

Finally, an opportunity to rant my about baby ghoul headcanons >:)

OK SO- it’s my personal opinion that hell has various areas in all its rings where ghouls may live based on their element (or even just personal preference). Because of this, ghoul kits/toddlers have some…unusual habits for resting. Each element of ghoul has different habits:

Water: most similar to human babies in that they usually sleep on flat beds with generally no pillows and maybe a thin blanket (though they generally use a very small water mattress for them instead of a regular one). They do however, need a very cool and damp environment to sleep comfortably when they’re young so it’s not uncommon to see a small chamber in, what is essentially a dungeon but the clergy says is a blood and wine celler, in the basement of the church dedicated to newborn water ghouls being able to properly rest and develop. There are caretakers who rotate out of the duty day and night, and once newborns have adjusted to the outside world enough they are sent to the regular nursery and just have a little humidifier next to their crib.

Earth: normally in hell they sleep in underground dens with kits from many different families that their parents are friends with/know but since that would be very inconvenient and unsafe to do in the church where the heavy stones making up the floor can cause the den to cave in, the nursery just settles with making what is essentially the most professional pillow fort you will ever see in your life. It’s very dark and temperature controlled with plants and humidifiers everywhere. Earth ghoul kits also have a hard time controlling their temp to be warm so they always sleep in large groups and piles, a habit they keep with them for pretty much all their lives. There’re no mattresses or beds, just plenty of pillows and blankets and quilts for them to sleep on. Usually there’s about 8-15 kits (sometimes toddlers and young children as well) in one fort and all of them are sooooooo fluffy. Their fur is very coarse and thick and is meant to prevent dust, dirt, and rocks from getting on their skin or scratching when they’re supper young but also has the added bonus of making a pile of them looked like stuffed animals.

Fire: as adults they are the most solitary ghouls and only naturally stay in a group for extended amounts of time when in a family unit. There’re always exceptions to this rule with the most notable one being when they are kits. As kits they like to sleep in small groups, usually with another kit(usually from a different family that are friends), a older sibling, or with their entire family. See, fire ghouls as adults have a very high body temp and give off a lot of heat but it takes a while for them to develop that and probably have the hardest time controlling their body temperature as kits and can die very easily if not warm enough so they sleep with other fire ghouls to bring that body temp up. In the church where kits are raised communally though (the parents are still involved and care for their young all their lives it’s just they’re also very busy helping the clergy out and as such don’t usually raise them just by themselves), the parents and older siblings aren’t around nearly as much to do this for them so all I can say are two things: lots of heating pads and big cuddle groups :3. There’re earth (they’re very big and fluffy so they give off a pretty good amount of heat too) and fire ghouls who’ll volunteer for a week or more to sleep in the nursery with a ton of fire ghoul kits to not only keep them warm but also so bonding and comfort as well since being around a physically bigger being while sleeping is comforting for them regardless if they are their parents or not. You can also let them sleep in a fireplace since it won’t hurt them but this can be very tedious since you have to keep on relighting the fire and add more logs regularly and is usually only done if a human is taking care of one without any other ghouls around.

Air: have nest-like beds made up of copious amounts of blankets and pillows. Usually 3 or 4 kits sleep in one bed at a time and sometimes parents might sleep around it for extra warmth and comfort. Whenever air ghoul kits cry it sounds more like little baby chicks but they will start to full-on screech if not taken care of immediately and it becomes a hell for any caretaker of any species or element. Air ghoul parents will also puff out their fur/feathers for toddlers to hide and snuggle into and basically become giant puffballs with a tail or head sticking out on their chest or sides. Air kits are also the most unfortunately ugly out of all the other elements and don’t really grow out of that ugly phase until they are tweens. It’s ok though since it’s still a cut kind of ugly, sorta like a pug or moles but just more feathery

I don’t know what to write for multi or quintessence ghouls since I feel like multi ghouls have a case-by-case parenting style where each one is different and don’t know much about quintessence ghouls to say anything about them

Also want to say that all ghouls (especially earth ghouls) purr quiet a bit while this young

AAAAGGGHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH !!!!

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Bunk Beds For Kids Bunk beds are a great option for saving space. They are a great way to save floor space and encourage collaboration. They also foster a sense of community between siblings or friends sleeping together. The majority of standard bunks are made to be used in rooms with ceilings of 8 feet or more however there are some low bunk options as well. There is no age limit for when children are ready to sleep on the top bunk. However, many are between six and eight years old. They save space Bunk beds can be lifesaver for families who struggle with space. They allow parents to maximize the floor space and give kids more room to play. They also create a sense of adventure for siblings who share rooms. There are plenty of options when it comes time to pick a bunk bed for your children. From traditional wooden frames to sleek metallic frames, you can find a bunk bed for kids that matches your taste. They're also available in wide range of colors and finishes. There's even bunk beds with storage, which is ideal for storing toys and books. When purchasing a bunk bed pay attention to the safety features. Be sure that the ladder and stairs that lead to the top bunk are safe and free of tripping hazards. Make sure that the mattress is securely inserted into the frame. The gaps can lead to the mattress to become entangled. Moreover, you should teach your children the correct method of climbing up and down from the bed. In addition to being a lot of fun, bunks are an excellent way to save space in your child's bedroom. By using a bunk bed allows you to free up valuable floor space that can be used for other furniture, such as a dresser or a wardrobe. Bunks are also ideal for smaller spaces, allowing you to fit two beds in a small room without losing the floor space. Bunk beds are a fantastic option to decorate a child's bedroom or a guestroom for visiting relatives. They are stylish and have a functionality. The best part about bunks is that they're affordable which makes them an ideal option for families with several children. Bunks come in a vast variety of styles, ranging from twin-over-twin frames all up to elaborate themed designs. A bunk bed is a versatile sleep sanctuary that can transform any bedroom of a child into the ultimate place for playing and imagining. From playful themes to practical options bunk beds can be the perfect place for your kids' imaginations and an ideal place to store their most treasured possessions. They're great fun Bunk beds make a great addition to any bedroom for a child. They are not just spacious but also stylish. You can choose from a wide range of styles, colors, and designs to find the ideal bunk beds for your bedroom for your child. You can even choose bunk beds with storage space or even a desk attached. Before purchasing a bunk bed, make sure it's the correct size for your space. Take measurements of the room including the ceiling height. You'll want to choose the right bunk bed size enough for your kids but not too big, or it'll be awkward. Think about how read this article will be sharing the bed, and if you'd like it to have a large mattress or a trundle to sleep in for sleepovers. Another crucial aspect to consider when selecting a bunk bed is safety. Make sure that the ladder is sturdy and safe to climb, especially for younger children. It's also an excellent idea to buy a bunk bed with guard rails on both sides of the beds. If you plan to place a ladder along the sides of the bunk bed, think about adding padding or cushions to to ensure your child's safety. They can pretend to be princesses, pirates or knights in bunk beds. They also get to connect with one another by having fun and talking while they sleep. They can also use their bunk beds to create their own forts. Bunk beds make it simple for children to invite friends to stay for the night. They are also great for families with multiple children because they are a great way to save space and money. Bunk beds are an excellent way to teach your kids the importance of sharing and helping one another. They will learn to care for each one another and share their belongings. loft bunk beds will increase their confidence and help them build healthy, strong relationships with other people. It is also a good occasion to teach your children about proper manners and how to treat friends who are visiting their home. They're safe Bunk beds are a great way to make space in your children's bedrooms and make sleepovers more enjoyable. If they are not used properly bunk beds could be dangerous to your children. According to Nationwide Children's Hospital an average of 36,000 accidents involving bunk beds happen each year among kids aged 6 and under. The majority of these injuries are caused by falls from the top bunk, which can cause more severe injuries than falling from a standard or platform bed. Additionally, the structure of the bunk bed can create entrapment risks that could cause strangulation or suffocation. To prevent injuries, you must teach your children to use bunk beds safely and to avoid horseplay around or on the beds. It is essential to teach your children how to climb into and out of the upper bunk using the ladder, not other furniture that might fall and create a risk. It is crucial to keep the bunk beds clear from corded curtains, blinds and ceiling fans. They can cause injuries if children pull down. A carpet beneath the bunk beds can aid in anchoring the kids if they fall. Also, consider putting a guard rail on the bottom bunk so that your kids don't get out of bed in the middle of the night and injure themselves. You can also be sure that your bed meets all the safety requirements for your child by checking online. The majority of bunk beds come with safety standards that you can find online or ask about when you purchase your new mattress or bed frame. Also, make sure the ladders and stairs are made of solid and durable materials and fastened to the bed in a way that they cannot be pulled off and create a risk. It is an excellent idea for you to check whether your bed's bunk has any components that contain phthalates. The chemicals can be absorbed by the skin and cause serious health issues for children who are young. They're versatile There are many different types of bunk beds for children to choose from. Traditional bunks are the most well-known type, and typically consist of two beds that are stacked on top of each other. There are, however, L-shaped bunks which offer a different layout by stacking the beds at an angle. There are bunks with a trundle which provides an additional sleeping space for sleepovers. These are an excellent option for families with children that are close in age or those who want to add extra sleep space for guests. When looking for the perfect bunk bed for your child, search for a safe, sturdy and durable model that can last through the years. Bunk beds should have guard rails that are safe and constructed from solid materials. They should also be able to support regular twin mattresses, and have ladders that are easy to climb and securely attached to the frame. Additionally, they should fit tightly together and not have gaps or sags. You can also find bunk beds that have storage options, which will aid in keeping your child's room organized. Some bunks have built-in shelves and drawers, while others are able to be paired with other furniture, like dressers or desks. They are also available in a broad variety of styles and colors to fit any taste. Find an loft or bunk bed that will match your child's bedroom decor, and assist them in creating their ideal bedroom. If you are able to find the ideal bunk bed for your child's needs ensure you purchase high-quality mattresses that are the same size as the bunk. These mattresses will provide your child a relaxing and comfortable nights' sleep while ensuring their health. Bunks and lofts are great for shared bedrooms in apartments or holiday homes. They can maximize space and make a room appear larger.

If you're looking for an old-fashioned bunk bed or a chic loft bed with storage, Slumberland has the best range of furniture and mattresses. Our online ordering system allows you to have your new loft or bunk bed delivered free of cost within the delivery zones of your local. You can also choose no-contact delivery and have your purchase delivered to your nearest Slumberland store.

Fun and Functional: Innovative Features for Modern Bunk Beds

Bunk beds have come a long way from being mere space-saving solutions to becoming stylish and functional pieces of furniture in modern homes. Whether you’re furnishing a kid’s room, a guest room, or a vacation home, contemporary Alex Daisy offers an array of innovative features that combine fun with functionality. Let’s explore some of these exciting features that make modern bunk beds a must-have addition to any space.

1. Convertible Designs: One of the most innovative features of modern bunk beds is their ability to transform into different furniture configurations. Convertible bunk beds can easily convert into two separate twin beds, a loft bed with a study desk underneath, or even a daybed. This versatility allows for flexibility in usage, making them suitable for various stages of life and room layouts.

2. Built-in Storage: Space optimization is key, especially in smaller rooms. Many modern bunk beds come equipped with built-in storage solutions such as drawers, shelves, or cubbies. These integrated storage options provide convenient spaces to store clothes, toys, books, and other essentials, minimizing clutter and maximizing floor space.

3. Safety Features: Safety is paramount, especially when it comes to bunk beds or bunk beds with storage. Modern designs incorporate innovative safety features such as sturdy guardrails, slat kits for mattress support, and angled ladders for staircases with handrails for easy access to the top bunk. Additionally, some bunk beds feature rounded edges and non-toxic finishes, ensuring a safe and secure sleeping environment for children.

4. Playful Designs: Bunk beds are not just functional; they can also be fun! Modern bunk beds come in a variety of playful designs that cater to children’s imaginations. From castle-inspired forts to themed designs like spaceships or treehouses, these whimsical bunk beds can transform a bedroom into a magical play space, sparking creativity and adventure.

5. Integrated Lighting: Illumination is essential, especially for the top bunk. Many modern bunk beds feature integrated LED lighting options such as reading lights, nightlights, or ambient lighting underneath the top bunk. These built-in lighting solutions not only provide practical functionality but also add a touch of ambiance to the room.

6. Tech Integration: In today’s digital age, technology integration is becoming increasingly popular in furniture design. Modern bunk beds may include built-in USB charging ports, Bluetooth speakers, or even smart home compatibility. These tech-savvy features cater to the needs of tech-savvy individuals, offering convenience and connectivity within the bedroom environment.

7. Customization Options: Personalization is key when it comes to interior design. Many modern bunk bed manufacturers offer customization options, allowing customers to choose from a variety of finishes, colors, and configurations to suit their unique preferences and decor styles. Whether you prefer a sleek and minimalist design or a bold and colorful aesthetic, there’s a bunk bed customization option to match your vision.

8. Eco-Friendly Materials: With increasing awareness of environmental sustainability, eco-friendly furniture options are gaining popularity. Modern bunk beds may be constructed from sustainable materials such as FSC-certified wood, bamboo, or recycled metal. These eco-conscious choices not only reduce the environmental impact but also contribute to a healthier indoor environment for you and your family.

Conclusion

In conclusion, modern bunk beds by Alex daisy offer a perfect blend of fun and functionality with their innovative features and stylish designs. Whether you’re looking to maximize space, enhance safety, or add a playful touch to your home decor, there’s a bunk bed option to meet your needs. With convertible designs, built-in storage, safety features, playful designs, integrated lighting, tech integration, customization options, and eco-friendly materials, modern bunk beds are a versatile and practical choice for any modern home. Explore the possibilities and elevate your space with an Alex Daisy bunk bed that combines style, comfort, and functionality.

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Originally published at https://alexdaisyy.blogspot.com on March 2, 2024.

#2 So, what is The Fort exactly? It’s a multifunctional piece of furniture that serves many purposes in a single, well-thought-out design. First and foremost, it’s a raised bed or a loft bed with a decent height that fits a queen-sized mattress. And instead of wasting the space underneath, I’m turning it into a workspace.

By using the same footprint for both sleeping and working, I’m maximising the use of my space. And the best part is, I don’t have to make my bed anymore! 🤭 Plus, as a third function, the structure will provide ample storage space for clothing and personal items.

So, after careful planning, The Fort will measure around 200cm x 160cm (impreial ~ 6’6” x 5’3”), with an interior height of 150cm (imperial ~ 4’10”). This will leave roughly 80 - 90cm (imperial ~ 2’7” - 2’11”) on the upper side (sleeping area).

And the best part: I’m repurposing everything I have from my old closet, so the COST of my build should be close to ZERO.

I also plan on reducing my wardrobe only to necessary items and get rid of all the stuff that I haven’t touched in some time. So there will be less storage space needed than before but enough for two people.

Of course, I know this project won't be easy. Building a multifunctional piece of furniture like The Fort requires skill and attention to detail. But, as they say, nothing worth having comes easy.

Will I be able to build it? I don’t know. Will it be useful or will I have ruined all of my furniture for nothing?

So far I managed to build 2 -3 unfinished pieces just to get the feel on how big this thing will actually be. Stay tuned for future updates as I document the process of building The Fort.

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This is not intended as a tutorial but more of a documentation with the purpose of entertainment, inspiration and idea starter. This project should be built by a professional as it can be dangerous if not built properly.