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Prompt: Watching Suede's Let's Play of the Nancy Drew game and hearing him whimper from that damn mechanized cat is so cute.
Can I have a h/c smutty fic where he has a nightmare about that cat and he is comforted in bed by one of the male reviewers?
Thank you

The idea of Critic and Suede interacting in any way is adorable so I was more than happy to try this one.

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Critic was more of a night owl than anyone so it wasn’t much of a surprise to anyone when he was walking around the halls or going to grab a midnight snack. Granted he could also be returning to his room after having a late night screw with one of the other producers but that was neither here nor there.

Critic was on his way back from the kitchen when his nightly stroll was interrupted by a loud scream on the third floor. “What the hell?!” Critic gasped as he ran up the stairs. Was someone in trouble?

He made it up the stairs and listened as the loud scream rang through the old building. He turned down the hall and found himself running towards…Suede’s room?

“Uh…Suede? You okay in there?” Critic called, knocking lightly on the door.

“Get it away from me!” Suede yelled, seeming to be struggling with something from behind the door.

Critic fumbled for his keys before unlocking the door. Since he was co-landlord with Rob, he had extra copies of the room keys for every tenant of the TGWTG Headquarters. Rob came up with the idea for spare keys but Critic came up with the idea for having little pictures of the reviewers on the keys so they’ll be easier to pick out.

Once he found Suede’s key, he unlocked his oldest friend’s door and ran inside. He was shocked to see the younger man thrashing around in his bed, screaming in pure terror. He was sweating heavily from what Critic could see. “Suede!” Critic tried, avoiding his friend’s long limbs. “Come on man, wake up!” he told him, grabbing his wrists to try and keep him calm.

Suede awoke with a gasp, his breathing shallow from being so scared. “W-What’s going on?” Suede panted, surprised to see Critic looking at him in concern. “Why are you here?” he blinked in confusion.

“I heard you screaming like bloody murder. What the hell is going on?” Critic asked, letting Suede’s wrists go.

“Sorry…just a bad dream…” Suede muttered, feeling his face flush from embarrassment. “How much did you hear?” he wondered.

“Enough that it seemed like you were getting attacked in your sleep,” Critic told him, frowning as Suede groaned. “Dude, what the hell were you dreaming about?”

Suede looked at Critic in a questioning way. “If I tell you…will you promise not to laugh?” he requested. At Critic’s nod, Suede took a deep breath. “Alright…when I did a let’s play of this Japanese-themed Nancy Drew game, I saw some really scary stuff…” Suede started.

“Oof…like a ghost or something?” Critic guessed.

“That too but there was something even creepier…” Suede shivered as his eyes widened from horror. “The evil robotic cat from hell…”

“A…robotic cat?” Critic blinked.

“You didn’t see this thing! The dead-eyed stare, the mechanical hiss, the nightmare appearance…it’s horrifying!” Suede stammered.

“Eesh…it really freaked you out, huh?” Critic muttered.

Suede nodded before looking down. “I know it’s not real and I beat the game before with that creepy ghost woman but that dang cat…” he muttered. “It made a bad impression on me…”

“Why did you think I would laugh?” Critic wondered.

“Well…because I know a character in a video game is a bit silly to be scared of,” Suede admitted. “It’s the danged graphics for PC…they don’t age well and look creepy.”

“Dude, I was scared of the Banshee from Darby O’Gill and the Little People. I don’t have room to mock anyone,” Critic reasoned.

“But you saw that when you were a kid and easily scared…I played this as an adult and still got freaked out,” Suede told him.

“So? Everyone gets scared man. No reason to feel bad about it,” Critic shrugged.

Suede nodded as he looked back up at his friend. “Yeah…thanks,” the New Zealander man replied.

“No sweat buddy,” Critic grinned as he patted his shoulder. “You should probably get some sleep. It’s gonna be stupid o’clock in the morning soon,” he suggested.

“Wait!” Suede yelped before grabbing Critic’s hand. “I-I don’t…feel like I can sleep just yet…” he blushed lightly.

“So…you don’t feel tired yet?” Critic guessed.

“No…I need something to calm me down…” Suede told him, looking at Critic expectantly.

Critic got the message very easily as his confused expression turned into more of a mischievous one with a cheeky smile. “Well why don’t I help with that?” Critic offered, sitting on the bed next to Suede and putting a hand on his leg.

Suede gave him a grateful look before smashing his lips against Critic’s own, sticking his tongue into the older man’s mouth. Their arms were soon wrapped around each other as Suede pushed Critic down onto the bed, kissing him deeply. Critic’s hands were tangled in Suede’s hair while the younger man moved his hands onto Critic’s chest.

When they separated, Critic gave him a sneaky smile. “My, aren’t we eager?” he teased lightly.

“Fear can be a very strong aphrodisiac,” Suede retorted as he found himself under Critic, much to his surprise and intrigue. “Y-You sure you’re okay with this?” he blinked, knowing Critic’s usual preference of being on the bottom in these situations.

“Sure. I’m helping a friend. Besides, I need to tire myself out too,” Critic replied.

Soon enough, their pajama tops were scattered on the floor as they started to make out again. Critic was sucking on Suede’s neck, causing him to moan from pleasure. “Y-You’re really good at this.” Suede noted.

“I’ve had some practice,” Critic smirked as he moved down on Suede’s body, leaving marks all over his body. Suede could feel how sensitive he was to Critic’s touches but he was enjoying every minute of this.

When Critic reached his stomach area, he could see a slight bulge in his pajama pants. “You weren’t kidding about fear making people horny,” he mused before slipping a hand down his waistband. He could feel the taller man’s member throbbing in his grip as he began to stroke it.

Suede began to groan with each movement, even starting to pant from his touches. Suede could feel his face growing red as Critic kissed at his chest and rubbed his member with a good consistent rhythm. He could feel himself growing harder with each passing moment. “M-More…” he grunted.

Critic nodded as he started to move his fingers into Suede, stretching him out a bit so he wouldn’t be in pain after they were done. “Got any c-condoms?” Critic wondered.

“Side drawer,” Suede moaned, tilting his head to the nightstand at the side of his bed.

Critic leaned over to get the condoms and slip one on his own. “You sure you’re okay with this?” Critic asked.

“I’m sure…I n-need this…” Suede grunted, feeling his horniness grow as he saw Critic’s own member growing hard. He would definitely be exhausted after this session with his older friend. “J-Just be careful…” he told him.

“Of course,” Critic nodded as he positioned himself when he pulled Suede’s pajama bottoms and boxers down. Being as careful as possible, the hatted man slipped himself inside of the thinner man. “D-Damn…you’re tight…” Critic grunted as he began to thrust inside of Suede.

“S-Sorry…” Suede moaned, grunting as Critic kept up his steady pace. He could feel himself filling up as Critic kept at it. He was honestly surprised that for as much as Critic insisted on being a bottom, he was really good at topping. “Ah…I-I’m gonna…” Suede panted, feeling his head starting to spin.

“Do it,” Critic whispered.

Suede could feel himself releasing as well as Critic’s member throbbing inside of him. He seemed to have had a lot filled up inside of the condom. Suede cried out a bit as Critic pulled out of him. He tied the condom up and threw it into the garbage can. He was grateful when Critic gathered up the rest of their clothes as they put them back on. Suede wiped himself and the bed off, mentally reminding himself to wash his sheets in the morning.

“Hey thanks for…helping me out,” Suede blushed as he buttoned his pajama top back on.

“No sweat,” Critic yawned before looking at Suede. “You gonna be okay?”

“I think so but…can you stay at least for tonight?” Suede requested. “It is pretty late to walk back to your room,” he reasoned.

“I don’t think I can move,” Critic admitted as he flopped down next to Suede. “I’m glad you’re feeling better man. And don’t worry about that stupid cat,” he mumbled as he began to fall asleep. “I’ll bark to keep it away…”

Suede snickered at the mental image as he laid back on the pillow. He was grateful to have a good friend in Critic. He carefully moved his hand into Critic’s open hand under the blankets. He knew he was going to have better dreams for the rest of the night but he just wanted the extra security.

He smiled lightly in his sleep when Critic squeezed it back gently.