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Hatchet × Ember
FLUFF
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"You little bitch!" Ember cackled as she ran from the angry skeleton, dodging under his axe while sliding into the entertainment room where a confused blitz, diesel and rebel where relaxing. Hopping on top of the entertainment stand, she snickered as hatchet looked around for her with a growl. He stalked around the room as the other three grinned knowingly, ember waited as he made his way closer before she pounced, colliding down on his shoulders and forcing him to the ground.
"FUCK-!!" Ember laughed running off while he was down, racing her way past paris as she ran the entirety of the castle to head back to her room. Seeing the savior named her door, she yelped as a force collided into her back causing her and the other thing to tumble. She hissed as she slid onto her back, millions of jolts of pain shooting through her bones. "Your a real pain in the ass.." Opening an eyesocket, she was greeted with an irritated hatchet above her. The two panting from running around, all for a silly jacket. She ducked farther into the wooly jacket, gripping it tightly as she gave him a challenging look. "Give it back, Ember." He demanded, only getting giggles in return.
"Not until mine's fixed buddy boy, you ripped mine so i'm borrowing yours!~" Her grin tightened as the pain in her back increased, not risking reopened wounds by staying as still as possible. He growled, glaring down to her. "Just give it back, paris is sewing yours up!" She shook her head and tried to hide her hissing by gritting her teeth. Kicking him off fairly easy while dashing for her room, slamming the door before he even got a chance to get up. Feeling victorious, her grin widened with a quiet giggle as her tail swayed side to side.
While she turned to hop in bed, she nearly jumped to the roof as two hands slammed onto the door on her sides. Effectively trapping her against it while the bloody pupil spelt trouble for her. "Rule 40... revoke of rule 39 if someone enters their room with your property." He spoke with a smartass tone, leaning closer as she ducked further into the large jacket. "So hand over my jacket miss or things will get ugly." He chuckled jokefully, making her grin softly as she knew he wouldn't actually hurt her. She hummed slightly, looking to the side as if she was thinking.
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"I dunnoooo~ It's rather comfortable and what's in it for me if i do give it back." She gently tugged at the neck of his sweatshirt, getting a muffled noise from hatchet as he thought about it. "Hmm, lets see..." He played along, fixing the hood so it sat perfect around ember's skull with the poofy fur making her look twice as small as she already was. He wouldn't admit it, but he did like how adorable she looked in his hoodie even though she basically stripped it off him in the first place. Struggling to hold back her blush as he leaned so close she could basically feel even the smallest breaths he took, flinching slightly at how straight forward he was acting while his thumb rubbed circles on her hip.
"How about a few kisses and a cuddle session for a trade, hm?~" He spoke lowly, purposefully kissing her at the edge of her lip's while her eyes widened. "U-Um.." She pouted as she did want what he offered but at the same time she wanted to keep the jacket, it made her feel safe. "Fine.." She muttered in defeat, slowly taking off the hoodie as she continued to pout while his expression brightened. "Thank ya, sweets~" As soon as he got the jacket back, it went right back on while ember awkwardly pulled her shirts sleeves down to give at least a sense of comfort.
His arms enveloped her in large hug while he lifted her up, making her tail wag when he planted a quick kiss on her cheeks. "Alright, a deals a deal." Giggling lightly as he held her, she nuzzled into his shoulder while he climbed onto the bed carefully. Laying on his side while resting her close to his ribcage, she curled against him. Secretly sliding herself into the hoodie as well by wrapping her arms inside the jacket, feeling hatchet begin to pet her skull while relaxing. Pulling his phone out, he began to play a movie while propping it up against a pillow. They both binged watched horror movies together when bored and as she turned to watch as well, her door knocked.
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Groaning, she slowly slid her way from the bed to the door while unknowing to the fact hatchet followed. Opening the door, she was greeted with an aggravated paris. "Tried giving this to you when you ran by, but you where too busy to notice." He snaps slightly, which she rolled her eyes to but before she could thank him. She felt hatchets hand grab her lower spine and begin to slide up and down, holding back the urge to shudder as she locked up. "Uhh.. you good?" Paris asked, confused and unaware of the reason she paused. Hastily taking her jacket from him as she gave a forced smile, waving her weirdness off. "Y-Yeah! Fiiiine- um th-hank you."
Shutting the door, she leaned against it for support while hatchet leaned in close. "Whats a matter ember~? Cat got your tongue?" Ember whimpered, trembling as she looked to hatchet confused. "W-What is th-his... f-feeling..?" He pretended to act dumb, tilting her head to her question as he leaned against the wall beside her. His hand still stroking her spine before he asked. "I'm not sure, why don't you describe it for me." She whined, her tail curling between her legs in embarrassment. "W-why...?" His grin widened to watch her squirm in his touch, feeling her magic running between his fingers as it seeped past her bones. "You don't think i'd just easily forgive you for taking my jacket now, did you sweets? This is a little... payback. So, are you going to get to describing or do i have to speed up the pace?"
His motions increased in speed as he spoke, making her gasp with her eyes wide open. Fumbling to spit out the words, she trembled while struggling to focus. "I-i feel fuzzy! A-an w-wa-a-arm!" He slowly decreased his speed while watching her struggle. "Anything else? That's not a lot to go off of sweets..." Gritting her teeth, her eyes darted around her space for any clues to help her. "T-tingly! I-i feel t-tingly.. and i-i... feel g-good..i-it feels good b-but it spar-rks... something i-in my bones..." Finally pulling his hand away, she lets out a shaky sigh before her tense posture relaxed. "Pleasure." Tilting her skull to look at him, she was confused at what he said. "What..?"
He continued to grin while he sat up from the wall, looking down to her. "You where feeling pleasure. Its when your body becomes excited in a way that's really good." Giving a short hum, she nods while processing the information to remember the feeling. "By the way, why do you like your jacket so much? It doesn't cover your arms and doesn't even zip up." Clutching the fabric of her small jacket, she slowly puts it on with a smile. "It covers exactly what its suppose to.." She still wasn't ready to tell him but maybe in the future, she'd show him what she meant. He shrugs, wrapping his arms around her waist while nuzzling his skull against her.
Returning the affection, she reaches up to wrap her arms around his shoulders. "Come on, we gotta cuddle session to catch up on." He jokes, bumping her gently with his skull before lifting her back into his arms. Returning to the bed, he curled around her backside while hitting play on his phone. The two enjoying the horrible acting of the old days of humans trying to make slasher films, jokingly commenting on the exaggerated effects and idiotic choices. Hatchet smiled warmly leaning his head close to plant a kiss on her neck, causing her to glance back in shock while flinching lightly. "Love ya sugar.." He mumbles, getting a quiet, "Hush.." in response. Making him chuckle as she was still learning to accept him saying that, but he could wait for her to say it back.
He'd wait until the stars burned out for her.
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