Had a dream that everyone in the world forgot I existed. Thing is, everyone was freaking out because all the evidence of my existence was still there - records, items, not to mention myself. So everyone was flipping out, because from their perspective, the entire world had just suddenly changed to include this strange person who claimed they'd always been there, and everyone else was just not remembering.
for the pregnancy au could we see a horny jude trying to get cardan worked up during an important meeting?
Pregnancy AU (Straight smut)
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Jude stares at Cardan with a look on her face Cardan has only really seen once, when she had been strung out on Faerie Fruit – cheeks all flushed, eyes wide and glassy, gazing at him like she wants to devour him. For some reason the thought pinkens his cheeks and he nearly fumbles for a response to something someone says.
What were they doing here again? His thoughts go sideways when he feels the trail of her toes sliding up his legs and gradually moving towards the inside of his thighs. He grasps her foot under the table, giving her a stern look as he responds to another question. She gives him a bashful smile, her cheeks going rosy as she takes in her bottom lip between her teeth.
Cardan tears his gaze from her, pulling her leg more securely on to his lap, thumbs immediately rubbing at the soles of her feet. His own feet shift under the table, knocking into her discarded shoes and he can’t help the chuckle that escapes him over how seriously she’s taking this meeting – a meeting, he’s just been reminded of by Randalin, that’s about her and their baby’s safety.
Needless to say, after returning from the mortal world, things have been in a bit of a tizzy, and Jude going about as if she’s not currently carrying the next of the Greenbriar’s is greatly disgruntling a lot of Elfhame’s residents.
Cardan slides his thumbs down a pressure point and the soft moan she lets out in a sigh is what makes him say, “That’s quite enough for today, you’ve all been dismissed.”
“But –”
“Tomorrow,” Cardan compromises, eyes going to his wife’s hands that had suddenly gripped the edge of the table. Her eyes are lidded and her breathing just ragged enough for him once again dismiss the Living Council, with a hard look to his advisors. They give him a glare between knowing and annoyance but say nothing as they hurriedly shuffle out.
“Why’d you do that,” Jude rasps, lazily following the members out with her glassy doe eyed look. “We were just getting to the good part,” she protests weakly.
“You’ve not been paying attention since we’ve arrived,” Cardan points out, an eyebrow arched.
Jude huffs out a sigh and goes to the top buttons of her bodice, undoing three of them before fanning herself.
“It’s really hot in here,” she notes, eyes meeting his before raking down his body, as much as she can see with the table obscuring most of him.
“I think,” Cardan’s lips fight with a smile, “That the good part is only just beginning.”
Her breath comes out faster, shallower as she shakily reaches behind her, unzipping the back of her dress. Cardan is partially surprised at how forward she’s being, enough that he doesn’t get to react when she retracts her foot from his hold and stands abruptly, letting the more demure of her dresses fall to the floor.
His eyes are dark and he’s looking at her as if he’s never seen her before. He finally understands, what his mother meant by glowing – because Jude is. It’s not just the sudden swell of her breasts, tight against her bra, or the way her stomach has just the smallest of curves to it, but it’s her skin too, a sheen warmer, softer, glistening, her hair full and shiny her cheeks slightly rounder and her eyes much brighter. How had he not noticed this before?
Except, he had. But he hadn’t known the reasoning behind the small transformation. “You’re beautiful,” he says, voice deep and rough. She shivers and unhooks her bra.
“Cardan,” she says and its sounds like a plea.
“Come here.” He pushes his seat back, giving her enough room to settle between him and the table. He lifts her to the edge, spreading her legs to settle between them. One of her hands fall to secure herself to the table, the other moves to her breasts, kneading one then the other as her head falls back and a soft noise escapes her. He watches in rapt attention as she plays with the peaks of her nipples, her face scrunching up with mixture of pain and pleasure.
“God,” She murmurs, “I feel so…” she trails off when his palms warm her thighs, thumbs rubbing softly along the insides. Goosebumps break out along her skin.
“Feel so…?” he prompts, reaching higher and higher.
“Oh god,” she whispers, “I don’t know. Insatiable, or something. Not just with food and sleep…but you, dear God, Cardan I want you so bad. All the time now.” Her confession warms him, but he’s always wanted her, even when he wished he didn’t.
Cardan’s hand is at her underwear, rubbing her already wet core through the fabric, knuckles grazing her swollen clit, causing her body to jump in reaction. She leans back now, on her elbows, and lets out the loudest moan when his tongue laps against her, tasting her through the cotton. Her hand immediately goes to his head, fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. “Please, Cardan…need you,” she whines out, voice all throaty and desperate. She cries out when he sucks her clit before flattening his tongue against the nerves and wiggling it side to side. He pulls away moments later to find her writhing body heaving, and his fingers grip her panties, pulling them off and tossing them somewhere behind his shoulder.
“More?” He asks, eyes glinting when she peaks at him. She nods vigorously. “Say it, Jude. I need to hear you.”
“Please,” she manages, “Give me more.”
“Should I close the doors?” Cardan glances behind her to where the doors aren’t open, but the lock is not turned either.
“No,” she breathes, lifting up enough to pull his head back between her thighs. He lets out a chuckle at her eagerness, tonguing down her slit, enough strokes to feel the shaking of her legs. His hands slip under her thighs and over on to her stomach, holding her in place so he can eat her out, devour her. Lips suction against her folds before his mouth works her core and his nose brushes her taut clit. “Cardan,” Jude mewls out, “Oh, Cardan,” she cries, hips undulating against him until he feels the spasm against his mouth, the wetness that floods out of her.
When he lifts his head, the sight of her before him nearly floors him. Her orgasm is not nearly through when he’s standing up, breeches to the floor and sliding into her.
He lets out a groan as she squeezes him and her cries of ecstasy mixed in with his name like a prayer is almost his undoing.
He slips out, letting the tip of his cock strokes her flesh a few times before thrusting into her deeply. Her body arches and her grips find the edge of the table, knuckles white with strain. He repeats this torturous action a few times more until Jude gasps, “Cardan, faster, please.”
“No,” Cardan says.
“No?” Jude whimpers, her face contorting in a plea. “Why?”
He smiles wryly, pulling out of her and pulling her up. Her shaky legs don’t have enough time to find balance because he’s turning her to her stomach and pressing her down on to the table. Her height is enough to have her on her tip toes, groaning as he slides back in, hitting another angle, just as tortuously slow. He leans forward, lips to her ears, “Jude, you just made me dismiss a really important meeting. We’re going at my pace.”
“Holy shit,” she groans, pressing her cheek to the table and snaking a hand under her, fingers playing with herself, feeling the slow even strokes of Cardan at the tip of her fingers. Cardan groans into the crook of her neck, lips finding her pulse. He kisses it then sucks at it. Jude hikes a knee up, the toes on her other leg barely grazing the floor while Cardan wraps a hand under her, batting her hand away and replacing her frantic strokes with a much more even pacing and his other hand finds her breasts, engulfing one then the other, squeezing her clearly sensitive nipples.
“Meeting…” she mumbles, “Tomorrow.” Her body jerks and tightens around him when he pinches the tight bundle of nerves. She can’t control the spasm of her body when she comes again in such a minimal amount of time.
“How about letting them back in now?”
“Pig,” she mumbles, legs nearly giving out if Cardan hadn’t been holding her steady.
He grins into her skin, “Don’t you want them to watch? Want them to see you taking my cock?”
Her cheeks burn but something inside her coils tightly. Her body shifts back, and he meets her thrust with his own.
“Yes,” Jude cries out, “Yes, yes, yes,” shaking as he finally moves faster, harder, skin slapping hers, fingers on her clit rubbing faster. She lets out a squeal when his hand moves from her breasts to her thighs, pushing her leg up higher, fucking her deeper. “Let them see,” she mumbles, “Let them come in,” she near sobs out, so intense her vision gets blurry. He could be asking her to breech the kingdom nearest to them and she’d say yes with the way he’s worshiping her.
“Hell,” Cardan mumbles, “So wet, so tight,” he squeezes her thigh then slides his palm along her stomach and up to her sternum, pushing her back against his chest. “Just for me. Want them to see this is all mine,” he grits out.
Her eyes roll back and she nods again, “All yours, Cardan.” He slams into her deeper, harder.
“Say it again.”
“Yours,” she says in a breath, repeating it over and over, as he fucks her. “Cardan, I’m so… I can’t…”
His strokes slow down again and he kisses her neck. “Let go, Jude.”
“I can’t,” she repeats, “Too much, too much,” she manages.
“It’s okay, sweet Jude, it’s okay,” he murmurs into her skin, earlier franticness slowing to a modest pace. She leans forward and his hands find her hips, guiding her when she’s clearly too spent to move. She pulses around him, milking him when he stills deep inside her, climaxing hard. She whimpers when he pulls out of her and he watches his come slide down her thighs. He turns her body, breaths still heavy but a loopy smile on her face that tells him she’s coming down.
He leans forward, hand coming between her legs, rubbing his come against her skin as he kisses her chest then between her breasts.
“For the record,” she mumbles, “I don’t actually want the Living Court – or anyone else – seeing me like that, like this.”
He laughs into her skin, “I’d never let that happen. Doesn’t mean I’d mind it happening.”
“You’re a freak, freak, huh?”
He laughs again at her human colloquialism, free hand coming to stroke her belly. “Think we have twins now?”
She laughs, full body, at this, “Shut up. Despite the fact that apparently, that’s not how that works,” she teases, recalling what he had told her days prior, “We definitely have triplets now.”
“Jude?” Cardan says after a moment. She hums in response, hand stroking his scalp as his cheek nestles against her breasts. “I know this wasn’t planned and you’re scared,” she stills and he confesses, “I’m scared too, but I’m so happy as well. I love you and I already love him. And you’re not invited to the meeting tomorrow about your safety.”
She slaps his shoulder, “Not my fault I’m irresistible.” She pauses before murmuring quietly, “Holy shit, I can’t believe Oriana was right about the hormones.”
i would be so happy with at least a bit of canon psmd nuzleaf backstory even if it’s the most expected and generic thing possible like “ooooh he was one of the nuzleafs from rescue team!!! what a plot twist!!!” just PLEASE don’t just leave him there like an incomplete character with lack of motives and past man
