I love these two so much guh-
Can be read as platonic or romantic
Light quest spoilers below, you have been warned:
⬤ Sirius is the more playful of the brothers; he’s the type to put bunny ears behind Orion and wonders why he gets pissed.
⬤ I see Sirius as a huge tease; he leaves a trail of respectful, fleeting touches just to get a reaction sometimes. (Think harmless side swipes, arm touches, the brushing of hands)
✦ Orion is the clingier of the two, even if he doesn’t show it all the time. Sirius def gets kicked harder when Orion hasn’t had his elected Drifter time and hovers over Drifter like a cloud when they’re out and about on the relay. They both do, but Orion has to be that inch closer.
✦ I picture Orion as being more demanding with his touches, pulling at the edge of your sleeve, grabbing your hand, and maneuvering you as he sees fit.
ʚɞ I like to imagine if the brothers ever danced with the Drifter, they’d purposefully make them dizzy, and the Drifter, all the while, is trying not to lean onto one so as not to make the other jealous.
ʚɞ Sirius and Orion find the appeasement amusing.
ʚɞ They both have jealousy issues. Bad jealousy issues.
ʚɞ You're telling me they kick each other around just so one can be in transferrence for no reason? Bah humbug.
ʚɞ Their fights may or may not have been over the Drifter in the past, and the Drifter knows nothing of it.
ʚɞ So the two think. Grandpa Hunhow is a tattletale.
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oh hey yeah see about the possible warframe fics. So about the new jade shadows trailer. What if it's both Orion + Sirius x reader y'know. both of them is heads over heels for this random human that they stop fighting entirely-
(Reader is not the operator as we DID help stalker deliver the baby, that'd be weird)
'𝑼𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒚'
Sirius and Orion (Warframe) x Non Tenno! Reader
Short drabble
WC: 1.5k words
A/N: WARFRAME GRAHHHH, will be rewritten when Jade shadows: Constellation comes out. I HATE railjacks.
Orion - Red
Sirius - Green
Eternalism was an odd concept. It dictated that time was not a singular line, but a branching prism wherein each choice dictated a different outcome. A concept where the past, present, and the future all converged into one box, happening at the same time.
Earth was not something that changed much after all these years, besides the Grineer camps and Cetus? You were well on your own, but thankfully you were.. In a much different area, a quieter one. No camps on sight. These Orokin ruins were your sanctuary, a semblance of peace away from the constant bustling market of Cetus, or the threat that the Grineer sometimes provoked in some of your tiny expedition. You were a scavenger, a dignified one at that! Surely! But you were no mythical Tenno, you had no.. What was it again? Warframe! You were just a scavenger with a penchant for the things left behind.
Today was supposed to be a lazy one. Not much finds and just you relaxing by the ruins catching some fish in hopes Night won't come as quick that Eidolons might come out.. Oh you hope not. You remember running from several Vomvalysts going back to Cetus. Despite not being much athletic then, that fear gave you the stamina to run faster than you ever had. But then again, it wasn't like you were anywhere near the Plain of Eidolons to worry.. Right?
You laid back, waiting for the fish to bite, none came. Only the sudden ripple of the water that scattered the fish away. What's happening? You furrowed your brows in confusion as the ground beneath you started to shake, an earthquake? Then, the sky tore open in ways that felt and looked like the universe was ending. You scrambled immediately, grasping your gear as you skittered somewhere to hide. Who wouldn't? There was a literal tear in the fabric of reality in front of you! Wasn't there a hotline for the Tenno? From the rift fell two figures, the force making your stuff almost fly out of your hands as you stumbled, the impact shattered centuries-old paving stones, throwing a wave of dust and a gust of wind that knocked you flat against the roots of a massive tree.
You coughed, rubbing your back as your ears were ringing. You scrambled backward into the hollow by the roots as you pressed a hand over your mouth to stifle your nervous breaths. What and who was that? You peered through the dust, seeing two beings, magnificent, attempting to rip each other apart. To the left seemed like a Warframe that looked more poised, its armor laced with green armor paired with the black, he was fluid and graceful in his own attacks, the polearm they both wielded clashed against one another. The one on the right, was more jagged and rough, each movement seemed to be fueled with a bloodlust you haven't felt before. The sheer force of their weapons meeting sent another shockwave through the clearing. You clamped a hand over your ears as the air blew against you.
You realized that if you stayed here, you were going to be vaporized. If a stray blast of jade light didn't turn you into ash, the concussive force of their polearms would pulp you against the tree! Which to be completely honest? Not one of those choices seemed good.
You hoisted your backpack on your shoulder and made a run for it. Scrap the equipment you left now, you could always buy new ones in Cetus! But could you buy a resurrection after being pulped by some beings that might potentially be far dangerous than the Tenno? No! You weren't risking it. You were careful. You were a scavenger! Used to avoiding the heavy Grineer patrols. You knew how to place your hands on the moss to avoid rustling the dead leaves, But you were, in the end, but a simple human.
As you shifted your weight to push off a broken slab of Orokin marble, the stone, weakened by their fighting, crumbled beneath your boot. Your codex scanner slipped from your grasp, bouncing against a piece of exposed rebar with a sharp, ringing sequence of metallic pings.
Everything seemed to still as you clumsily picked it up. Unaware of the two heads turning to your direction as you frantically tapped your codex scanner to stop the broken pings. One of them tilted it's head, approaching carefully and peeking over you, the other one, looking disrespected by the sudden change of attention, followed quick, shoving himself beside his counterpart.
You paused, slowly turning around as you felt yourself tremble as you saw the shadow fall over you. "I-I..I wasss… just… passing through!" You stammered, barely making it through your words. I mean, you don't know who else, beside the Tenno, used Warframes. Are they even Tenno? Or are they simply sentient warframes?
That would have been an interesting thought process!
If you cared about it right now!
The red one tilted his head and crossed his arms. His eyes seemingly narrowed as he stared at you, curiosity present in their gazes. You looked like a trembling rat caught with cheese in it's mouth.One of them kneeled down curiously, the green one looking closely at you. A human still made of flesh and not entirely Corpus or Warframe upgrades felt a little odd for them. A finger poked your cheek, causing your fear to disappear completely. To be replaced with absolute baffled confusion. It was as if the green-laced being was checking to see if you would shatter, or perhaps if you were merely a very detailed hologram?
The red one stepped into your personal space right after it's green counterpart. The two were clearly filled with curiosity towards your presence, sure they've seen their share of weaklings, but something about you felt off, in a good way. You held your breath, pressing your back hard against the dirt and stone behind you. An awkward silence between the three of you echoing, accompanied by the pings of your codex scanner.
The red one reached out, you closed your eyes shut, waiting for your end. But nothing came. Instead, you felt a slight tug on your shoulder. You cracked an eye open, seeing the red warframe grabbing your backpack. You flinched as he lifted it effortlessly, turning it over in his hands. He gave it a firm shake, the loose bolts, scavenged morphics, and your half-eaten lunch rattled inside. You winced internally, grabbing your backpack from the red warframe's hands. He paused, seemingly unimpressed by your stuff, the green..one? You know what, you didn't know their names!
Greenie, gave a hard look against Reddie. Reddie huffed, seemingly how a warframe looked to be rolling his eyes. He then pointed a finger at you, the dirt, then back at you.
Stay put. The gesture communicated clearly. It's not like you were gonna risk getting sliced at the moment. The green one, having recovered from being shoved, glided back to your side. Although they weren't fighting anymore, a silent standoff ensued between the two of them as they stared eachother down. . "Uh.." you whispered, your voice cracking. "I... I really need to get back to Cetus." Neither of them looked at you in response.
Greenie, looked around, pausing as he grabbed something from the rubble. An.. An Ayatan Star! You sat straight up, his eyes briefly glancing at you, then, throwing the trinket over to you, which you caught quickly. His helm bowed slightly. It was a gesture of peace, an offering.
You stared at the glowing star, this thing could feed you and pay a few housing fees for at least a few months! "T-thank you?" He seemed to resonate with a self-satisfied hum at your thanks. Reddie looked indignant, another huff leaving him as he stomped away to a distance and marched towards the pond you were previously fishing in. Unceremoniously he striked his spear into the water, despite this, you were surprised at the amount of fish that hung at the end of it. He seemed skilled in silence.
He slid the fishes off and threw them your way, letting out an oof sound as you felt your air get knocked out of your lungs. He paused for a second before speedwalking back to your direction. He then crossed his arms and stared down at the green one, his crimson visor pulsing with a triumphant glow.
I brought meat. Your Ayatan Star is inferior!
Probably what his body language said. You sat frozen, an Ayatan star in one hand and a giant, slippery fish thrashing wildly in your lap, covering your suit in slime. "This is..." You gently pushed the fish off your lap, letting it flop into the damp grass. "...very generous. Both of you." You slowly pushed yourself up to your feet. You grabbed your discarded backpack, hastily shoving the Ayatan star inside.
"I'm going to walk away now..!" you announced, taking a slow, measured step backward. You pointed toward the dense treeline that led back to the plains. "That way!.. Towards the market. Where normal people are… not that you two aren't normal people! You are but like.. Ehh…" You sputtered, avoiding their gazes as you continued to sneak away.
Greenie immediately stepped to your right side.
Reddie immediately stepped to your left side.
You stopped. They stopped.
You took two steps forward. They matched your pace perfectly.
"You guys aren't going to just... go back into that portal?" you asked, pointing a trembling finger at the swirling tear in reality that was still spiraling in the center of the courtyard.
You probably needed to call a Tenno for that.
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A/N: Stalker's sons turned into glorified housecats bruh 😭 Been farming for Quincy protoframe save me!! The Trade chat is HELLL
"His body slumps against the couch. His head moves, eyes narrowing in worry. “Drifter? Are you in there?” His hand moves without input, a cheeky thumbs up. “Mhm. Just getting used to it, puppy.” At that, he whines. He's weak to pet names like that."
Good to be back, even better to be writing more Warframe.
CW: Possession (sorta), handjob, reader's genitals nor pronouns are mentioned, cumplay, slight orgasm denial, formatted for mobile, so might be weird, and not beta read lol
“Are you sure about this, Amir?” Your voice was soft against his neck, a hand gently stroking his chest as you were cradled up in his lap. “I know you want to get some tension out, but we could always do it the old-fashioned way.”
His fingers rapped against your sides, as his leg rapidly shook, up and down, up and down. “I know, b-but I need that comfort. I need to feel you. Like you, you, you know?”
You nodded, hand settling against his cheek. “I get you. But once we start, I’ll have almost full control of your body. Every aching muscle, every anxious joint.” You guided his face, focusing his gaze on your eyes. “That's a lot of power over you. And I'm glad you trust me with it, but are you sure that is really what you want right now?”
He nodded again, hastily. A flash of irritation crosses his face, eyes clenched. “I know what I want. Just… please.”
Sol, he looked like he was hurting. The anxiety that filled him, sat in his chest like an anvil, weighing his heart and lungs down, barely letting him breathe. You leaned in, lips just barely apart from his. “Safeword?” You whisper, breath running along his lips. “On-lyne!” He smiles, just a little bubbly.
You nod, gently pressing your lips to his… before disappearing into thin air. In the millisecond between the dissipation of your body, and the twitch that runs along his brain, there's an intangible silence… and a whisper.
His body slumps against the couch. His head moves, eyes narrowing in worry. “Drifter? Are you in there?” His hand moves without input, a cheeky thumbs up. “Mhm. Just getting used to it, puppy.” At that, he whines. He's weak to pet names like that.
You gently take stock if his body, back arching as you stretch and stand, before gently leaning back on the couch. “Would you like a specific position for this, Amir? Laying, sitting, legs in the air and violently shaking?” You giggled, in the back of his mind. He smiles, nerves starting to abade, as though your voice surrounds him in warmth. “Up to you, future. Just… do this quick, okay? That's how… how I always do it.”
At that, he feels an involuntary frown come up on his face. You didn't like that, didn't like that at all. Then, like a voice in the back of his head, you spoke. “I'm gonna take my time with you, Amir. I know I joked about wanting to make love at nine thousand miles per hour, but… not right now. You gotta take it slow for me.”
Slowly, you reach out with one hand, taking the zipper of the glove into it, and peeling the glove off in full. You do the same with the other, as you gently rub Amir's hands on his thighs, getting the feel for the dual sensation.
You can feel the muscles ache in his body, the involuntary twitching lighting his body on fire. You could feel his impatience, his little despair at the thought of having to take it slow, but you could just as easily feel the ache in his loins. Your loins. You stopped for a second to parse the exact phrasing you would use for this, and he whined. “Please, Drifter. I'm… I'm desperate here.”
A sigh left his mouth, a distinct sense of mischief crossing his mind. That was a very bad idea, he thought. “Very bad indeed,” you replied. “Beg for me. Beg me to touch you, Amir.” You scooted his body back up onto the couch, using his hands to slowly, painfully, pull down his… pants, for lack of a better term. As soon as you moved his pants down far enough, his cock sprung from its cage, dribbling softly.
“There you are…” you whispered, cradling his mind like you were whispering in his ear. “There's the tool I was looking for. Delicious, as usual. It's a shame though, that I won't be getting to play with it.” You forced him to stare at his own cock, twitching and drooling. His head fell back, body arching slightly, as if squirming in pain. “Not unless you beg like I know you can.”
His teeth ground against each other, as he tried to stop himself, but it all came tumbling out. “PleaseIneedyoutogetmeoffpleasepleaseplease-” Suddenly, his mouth shut closed, his voice muffled, akin to clamping your hand over his mouth. He didn't understand. He was doing what you asked. Wasn't that enough?
“Cohesive, Amir. Say it slowly. I know what you're saying. But I want you to say it.” Tears stung at his eyes, as his jaw finally relaxed, a small exhale leaving from the bottom of his throat as he spoke again. Slow. Steady. Measured. “Please. I just… I need you to touch me, make me touch myself. Whatever. I can't handle this torture…”
He was so busy regaining his composure, controlling his breathing… he was almost surprised by the feeling of his hand wrapping around his cock, and slowly beginning to stroke. It twitched in his grasp, the muscles of a phantom gently moving under his skin.
“There we go. Does that feel better, dear? That feel good?” He nodded violently, his head leaning back once more, as your combined efforts tangled under his fingers.
You set the pace, but it was his hand that moved.
He whimpered, stroking slowly from base to tip. A little nudging, and his thumb rubbed on the underside of his head, teasing at the frenulum. “Nice and steady,” you whispered, the ghost of a hand running across his chest sending a shiver down his skin, “it feels so much better, doesn't it? The teasing, the aching… the throbbing.”
Amir tries his best not to moan, but nothing stops you from making him open his mouth, letting all the sounds spill out from his soul. “So loud… you think Eleanor can hear you? Arthur, Lettie? Quincy? They might be hearing you, letting me pilot your body, jerking you to completion…”
Amir's head lolls down, glasses gently falling off from his face, and onto the cushion. A hand glides into his hair, guided by invisible muscle, as it grips the scalp. Moans slip from his mouth like honey, spilling out into the air. A phantom echo of pleasure rips across his body, as his hand is allowed to move just a bit faster.
“There we go. Just a bit more. Come on…” The pleasure is almost too much for him. This was an experience, unique, one of a kind. And it was all for him. The hand stroked faster. It was at a pace he was used to, but at an intensity he couldn't even fathom.
He felt so warm. Like your body was wrapped around his. Like you weren't next to him, or inside of him, but all around him in one big hug.
Amir's back began to arch, his hips rising into the air, as his hand was allowed to move even faster. You whispered in his mind, sweet affirmations, how good he was, how obedient… quickly bringing him to the edge of climax.
As he shivered on the edge of climax, mind racing and breaking under your guidance… he suddenly felt cold. Very cold. Before a second hand wrapped around his cock.
You sat on your knees in front of him, jerking him off, your lips against his cock as you pressed kisses to his tip. Even more so arousing was his glasses, perched on your nose, enclosing your eyes.
“Cum, Amir. Cum on my face. Don't hold back… let all that build-up finally come out.” You spoke softly, barely a word out of breath or out of line. Calm. Collected. Loving. “Cum.”
And that he did. He spilled ropes of seed onto your face, plastering not just his glasses, but your entire face in his load. It spilled from his cock like a tap, as he arched and moaned and whined so prettily for you.
Finally, as his load dribbled from his cock, barely dripping from the slit, you stood. He didn't even have the energy to look at you, exhaustion taking him. He almost didn't notice, as you leaned in, pressing his cum-covered glasses back onto his nose and leaving a soft kiss on his cheek.
“I'm gonna go get cleaned up, Amir. You know where to find me.” And at that, like it was nothing at all… you walked away. He chuckled softly, nuzzling in the towel that had materialized next to him.
Forever Yours (Arthur Nightingale x Drifter Reader)
Summary: It's been a while since you've seen Arthur, but you're finally back, and your feelings for him never faltered. It seems he has something important to tell you. (Written in 1st person pov)
Gender Neutral Drifter! (18+ MDNI)
Word count: 10,700+
Read it on AO3 (if you prefer it!)
Note: I haven't written anything for a few years, but I wanted to start again bc I love my husband! Took me a few months to write this (since February lol) since I was getting back into the groove of it, and I wanted it to be perfect- at least something I'm happy enough with. I needed to get my brain juices working again for writing. I did my best to make this gender neutral so anyone can read it. I also wanted to make Arthur as sweet as possible, idk stuff you can giggle at and kick your feet to. I took inspiration from his possible confession to Drifter and my dreams (plus all the KIM chats)... Idk if this is too long or what, lowkey going through something I guess. Anyway, I hope you enjoy <3!
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There we go, that should be enough...
I made my way back to the mall on my Atomicycle, becoming lost in my own thoughts. I dodged hordes of Scaldra as I drove through the streets of Höllvania, ignoring their yelling and shooting. Thankfully, they never have the best aim anyway. After all the time I’ve spent here, I knew exactly which route to take and every little shortcut to the mall.
I've been away for a few months, checking in with the Hex every now and then through the KIM chats. They needed help fighting off the techrot and scaldra, so here I am! I was preoccupied helping the other protoframes, mainly Roathe, in the Descendia while the kid did their own thing with memories. Reliving past trauma like that isn’t something I’d be stoked for… I want to do something for them to make it easier, so I’ve been working hard on my end. Assisting the protoframes in XX99 proved to be more of a challenge than I bargained for... I didn't quite understand it, but I still knew what I had to do.
I sped into the garage, finally escaping the heat of summer. It feels surreal coming back here. It's been a while, and it’s making me feel jittery. The roaring engine echoed throughout the garage as I downshifted. I skidded to a stop and hopped off, running into the mall. I said my quick goodbyes to Aoi as I walked off. It feels good to finally be back here. Compared to Duviri, this place feels like a proper home with lots of friendly faces.
The garage isn’t too far from where Arthur usually hangs out. If I go just a little further, I might be able to see him. My body felt as if it was moving forward on its own, and I suddenly became aware of how fast my heart was beating. I discreetly looked over and, surprisingly, he wasn’t there. I couldn’t help but feel disappointed yet relieved at the same time. I think I need more time to mull things over before trying to talk to him.
I moseyed off to where Lettie is to turn in what I had. As I approached her, she turned to me, eyeing the supplies I managed to round up.
Lettie smirked and gave her little rat, Tláloc, a scratch behind the ear. "Good job out there, my friend. And hey. Don't go away for so long next time, you hear?"
I smiled despite knowing I'm still in my Warframe. "You got it. See ya later, Lettie."
I bullet jumped away, my heart pounding. There was only one thought on my mind. As I rapidly approached the arcade, I could hear someone hyperventilating and shrieking. I turned my head and saw a wide grin on Amir's face.
"YOU'RE BACK!" He screamed. "Please, please, PLEASE, can we play Fables and Frontiers?" Amir groaned dramatically and fell to his knees. "I've been dying to continue the story! I pretty much wrote the whole thing already; I just need you to play it. Pleeeeease?"
I hopped out of my Warframe and cupped a hand around my mouth to shout back, "I promise we will soon, I'm just gonna rest for a bit! I look forward to knowing what happens next!"
Amir nodded enthusiastically and gave me a thumbs-up, "Okay, but don't make me wait too long! Seriously, I'm going crazy…" He muttered.
I couldn’t help but laugh a little. I smiled at him and waved goodbye, hopping back into my Warframe. On my way to the stairs of my room, I could see Arthur staring absentmindedly at the roof at his usual spot. As I got closer, his gaze settled on me. It was enough to make my legs feel weak, not that it mattered while I was in my Warframe. He was quick to hide a surprised look on his face with one corner of his lip curled into half a smile. He lifted a few fingers from the desk he was leaning on as a greeting.
“Well, isn’t this a surprise? Welcome back, Drifter.” Arthur said, leaning forward as I approached.
There was a certain warmth about him that made him so enticing, despite coming off as cold or unbothered at times. I’ve only caught a glimpse of it, but deep down, he could be sweet when he wanted to be. I briefly recalled how he got me some medicine from Lettie when I was unwell. I never asked for it, but somehow he noticed after we did a mission together. An action so simple, yet it still stuck with me. Orrrr I’m just reading into it too much.
My heart skipped a beat just getting closer to him. “Yeah, here I am.” I let out a small laugh, but on the inside, I was panicking. Is that really all I can muster to say? After all this time? It felt like too much time had passed as I tried to think of something- anything to say, “So-”
“Could I-”
We both cut each other off.
“Sorry, you go.” Arthur motioned to me.
I was grateful my Warframe could hide my face burning from embarrassment right now. “No, that’s my bad. I was gonna ask how you’ve been doing….” I shifted awkwardly in place- the only thing I can’t hide is my body language.
Arthur's brows furrowed slightly as his eyes scanned me. “Been doing a lot of thinking… Can I drop by and speak to you later? Privately.”
I was taken aback. “Uh- yeah, sure.” I blurted out. I could feel anxiety bubbling up in the pit of my stomach.
“Right, I’ll see you later. Be ready for me.” There was an unmistakable teasing tone to Arthur’s voice, giving me butterflies.
While he didn’t give an approximate time or anything, I didn’t want to question it. I was more focused on the fact that he wanted to speak to me.
Alone.
Everything we said to each other after that jumbled in my mind, and I already forgot what just happened. I could feel his eyes following me as I sprinted up the stairs; his words replaying in my mind drove me forward.
It felt like years had gone by since I last saw him in person, and the only thing I'd have to look at was his profile picture on the chats. Of course, it’s not the greatest quality, but as pathetic as it sounds, it would help me get through rough days when I missed him the most. It was still nice to see his face up close, even if it was only for a brief moment.
As much as I want to speak to him, I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of him in my current state. I'm exhausted after today and too flustered to speak to him properly since it's been a while… I only felt more anxious thinking of all the possible scenarios that could play out, or what he wanted to talk about.
As I phased through the door of my room, I leaped over the railing on the second floor and out of my Warframe. I collapsed on the couch near the navigation and stared at the ceiling. A long sigh escaped my lips and turned into a raspberry. I let my eyes close and huffed again. It's been nearly 5 months since New Year's, and we did it, we managed to put off Entrati for now, but... I never got to tell Arthur how I feel. I still haven’t, obviously.
Now he wants to talk to me about something important, and it could either be a chance to finally do it or he’s going to shut it down immediately. At this point, he definitely noticed my awkward behavior around him, and it’s likely what he's going to bring up. I know that out of everything, it's probably the least serious situation, but I can't help but feel troubled. It's probably too soon to try to confess. I screwed up so many conversations with him, and I don't know if he only sees me as a comrade or if there's a possibility he feels the same way. Either way, I can’t find the courage to say anything to him, especially now.
Arthur wanting to visit me will probably force one out though…
Since New Year's, he seems more relaxed, at least from what I could tell when I would text him, but he's probably just happy I helped him and the Hex survive. I grumbled and rubbed my temples, rolling over to stare at all the little planet models on my navigation.
I could go anywhere.
Anywhere in the universe and hell, maybe even Duviri if I really wanted to… But none of it would be worth anything if I couldn't tell Arthur how I feel. Just the little possibility of being with him makes my heart skip a beat. He has completely consumed my thoughts.
At every waking moment, I can't help but think about him. Even before closing my eyes to try and sleep, he's all I can picture in my mind. Damn, it makes me feel pathetic with how I'm completely and utterly in love with him... I feel guilty just imagining kissing him, holding hands, or cuddling, but there’s nothing else I want more. I’m like a schoolgirl with a huge crush.
I groaned, feeling my cheeks warm up just thinking about it, but that made me feel even worse. I can’t tell if my stomach's churning with mushy feelings or disgust with myself for thinking about this at all.
Even Quincy offered to help me so many times despite being shocked I was into him, but-
"There you are." Arthur’s gruff voice sounded from behind me.
I almost jumped off the couch- It's as if my thoughts summoned him here. I sat up quickly and cleared my throat, trying to look as normal as possible. I didn't even hear him come up the stairs, let alone walk up behind me. I wasn’t expecting him to be here so soon either. It’s only been a few minutes since we spoke.
"Hope you don't mind that I've let myself in," Arthur said, "I wanted to see you. I couldn’t wait any longer." He glanced away for a moment before looking back at me.
My face already felt hot just being under his gaze. "Yeah, of course, it's no problem." I smiled and scooted over, patting the spot next to me. "What's up? I know it's been a little while since I've been back… I'm sorry about that." I sheepishly rubbed the back of my neck and tried my best to avoid his watchful gaze. He grunted as he sat down next to me, his fingers entwined in between his legs.
"It has," Arthur stated simply, staring off in front of him.
He was quiet, seemingly lost in thought. I took the chance to really admire his features. His hair cascading over his eyes, his adorable nose, lips slightly parted like he was about to say something.
"Have I ever upset you?" For a split second, he looked surprised that those words left his mouth. His brows furrowed and his eyes diverted again.
A meek "huh?" was all I could force out of my mouth.
I admit that I haven't been chatting very often with the Hex on my little break, but Arthur seems... Different in a way. His usual collected demeanor seemed more like an antsy, confused one.
He exhaled sharply and brushed his hair out of his face just for it to fall back into place.
"You're jumpy around me. Not comfortable like you are with the others. Have I done something to upset you? Since New Year's, I mean." He asked.
"No, no. I'm sorry, I just-" I winced at my own words, unsure of how to go about this. "I'm just- I don't know, I don't want to upset you..."
There was a small pause. Arthur’s face contorted, and he put his arm over the couch, facing me. I could feel his fingers brushing against my shoulder, where they lingered. Despite them being cool to the touch, I felt immense heat wash over me. I took small breaths, not wanting to move.
"You don't want to upset me?" He repeated inquisitively in a playful tone. There was an amused look on his face.
I scoffed and attempted to hide my flushed face from him, "Yeah, it's not something I want to uh- that I want...But I do like you, of course." I realized what just came out of my mouth. "I mean, I like everyone here. That's why I'm still… here."
I mentally face-palmed. I’m making such a damn fool out of myself, getting embarrassed so easily. I noticed his lips were pursed slightly, like he was trying not to laugh at my stumbling words. He’s sweet trying to spare me by not just doing it, but it’s odd. I’m seeing so many new reactions from him other than his usual serious look.
"Good to know." He let out a quiet but relieved sigh. It felt like a few minutes had passed before he spoke again, "You know, while you were gone, we've all missed having you around… I know I did. Couldn't stop thinking about you."
My breath caught in my throat. I stared at him with wide eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"That got your attention, didn't it?" He looked as if he was trying to hide a grin, making my heart flutter. "I know I can be an old pain in the arse, and I know I didn't make it easy for you to get to know me." He rubbed his jaw, eyes flicking to the floor. "I appreciate you sticking around. Not just by me, but the Hex too. I uh..." Arthur grumbled and muttered something to himself.
I was quite literally sitting at the edge of my seat, hanging on his every word.
"...Arthur?" My heart drummed in my chest; it felt like it could burst then and there. I've never seen him like this before.
Arthur looked at me, and his shoulders relaxed. My breath hitched as he took my hand in his. "I'm not very good at this..." He said quietly, his eyes glancing down to his thumb now brushing over my knuckles, "but I'm trying for you."
"...Are you asking me out?" I couldn't stop myself from smiling.
He looked up at me again, his alluring eyes glimmering in the light. "Heh. That obvious? While you were gone, the place was too damn quiet… Didn't like it. It took me too long to realize how much happier you’ve made me. Kept catching myself thinking about you, waiting for whenever you’d send me a text, or trying to figure out what to say to you... Gods, I feel like a bloody fool for not realizing sooner." He scoffed and slumped his shoulders a bit, smiling down at the floor.
"Well, I guess we're both bloody fools, as you say." I laughed and squeezed his hand. My heart melted. I loved seeing this side of him. "I feel the same way… To be honest, I wasn't sure whether you liked me or saw me only as a teammate. I feel like I've said so many dumb things to you over those chats, too. It's hard to tell how you really feel when we text, and in person, you're just as serious."
Arthur stared at me blankly for a moment. "You really thought I didn't like you? Not even a little bit?"
I shrugged, and he offered me a crooked smile with a chuckle, causing my face to burn from embarrassment.
He hummed, exhaling through his nose. "Guess I didn't know how to talk to you either. You were skittish around me, and I didn't want to push you. I've seen what you can do out there... I was worried you might’ve held a grudge." His thumb brushed over the top of my hand, the same one that his blade went through in our first meeting. "I know it's healed now, but I'm sorry."
I hesitantly raised my hand, placing it lightly on the side of his face to look up at me. "You already apologized to me on New Year's, you don't have to apologize again. I probably would have done the same thing if the roles were reversed."
“Like I’d let you get close enough to do that.” Arthur teased, a smirk returning to his features.
I laughed, my previous uneasy and fatigued state melted away as I stroked his face, his stubble tickling my fingers. Doing this already felt like second nature.
I bit my lip as I studied his face for a moment before speaking, "...Would it be bad to say that even while fighting you, I found you very handsome anyway? I think I already liked you by then."
Arthur let out a hearty laugh, something that I don’t get to hear often. It made my heart flutter. "Sol, I don't know if I should be happy or concerned about that."
“How about you just be happy about it?” I said with a huge grin plastered on my face. I could just die from happiness right now.
A soft chuckle left his lips, and he put his free hand against my cheek. I leaned into his touch and beamed at him. I could almost see the sparkles in my eyes in his own gaze - oh, how much I love looking into his eyes. To think that I could barely hold eye contact for longer than 5 seconds, to now staring into them as we both held each other. I shivered as Arthur brushed my hair behind my ears.
He stared at me with a smile gracing his features, "Look at you, all smiley. Adorable..."
"I'm smiling because this is something I thought I could only dream of..." I admitted, looking away bashfully.
Arthur tilted my head to face him again. My heart skipped a beat as his thumb brushed over my cheek, his eyes bored into my own.
"You don't have to dream about it anymore." He slowly leaned in, our noses almost touching. "I'm right here." His voice dropped an octave, barely a whisper.
I glanced down at Arthur’s lips; unsurprisingly, he caught on. His lips ghosted over mine, teasing, but patient. Heat rushed to my cheeks. I could swear my whole body was rocking with how my heart thumped in my chest. I felt the warmth of his breath fanning against my face because of how close he was. His was calm and steady, while mine was shaky.
"Could I kiss you?" Arthur asked with a softness that would make anyone swoon.
It was unexpected that the hardened soldier could have such a gentle voice, and I was lucky enough to hear it. I let my body respond, tenderly pressing my lips against his. He paused for a moment before kissing me back. I let my hands wander, tracing the ridges on his jaw and up through his hair. A quiet groan escaped from him, igniting a fire deep within me. Arthur cupped my face and kissed me feverishly as if he had been eager to do so for a long time.
I returned his barrage of kisses in full, all the pent-up emotion I felt for him in each one. All those months I’ve spent yearning for him and all those months apart pouring into each kiss. His arms wrapped around me, holding me gently, but with a firmness that made my pulse spike. I moaned quietly into the kiss, his hold tightened on me, but I welcomed it. My thoughts raced as Arthur’s fingers brushed through my hair, sending shivers down my spine like a shockwave. He guided me onto his lap, holding me flush against his body as I straddled him.
I found my hands on his shoulders, sliding them up to the nape of his neck. My fingers brushed through his short hair, tugging down gently. A small groan sounded from him. Arthur tilted his chin up and deepened the kiss, his hand pushing the back of my head as the other held my hips with a firm grip. The rest of the world slipped away in his embrace, and the taste of his lips was addictive.
How many times have I imagined kissing him this way?
My face grew hotter as I noticed my arousal growing, a deep ache that settled between my legs. I let my mind wander, imagining how badly he must want to free himself from all that armour- especially in the nether regions. I adjusted my hips, feeling Arthur tense below me. I perked up hearing a breathy moan from him. Despite multiple layers of cloth and a steel plate separating us, I could feel how stiff he was. My breathing shallowed as Arthur became more handsy- he knows I can feel him.
He pushed my head deeper into the kiss and slid his hand roughly to the small of my back, pulling me even closer into him. I felt his hips shift up beneath me, lifting me like a rolling wave. I let a small moan escape my lips- the smallest amount of stimulation rubbing against me only made me crave him more.
Want more.
Arthur let out a victorious hum, and his grip on my shirt tightened. He wanted to figure out what else I would react to, and he’s definitely not the type of man to give up until he gets what he wants. As much as I wanted to keep this up with him, my need to breathe was greater. I reluctantly pulled away and took a deep breath. He looked at me with lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he breathed through his nose.
Is this really happening? If this is a dream, I don't want it to end.
"This okay?" Arthur asked breathlessly as if he had heard my thoughts, his voice barely above a whisper.
I stared at him, studying his features as I caught my breath. It feels like I’ve been yanked back into reality from what felt like a fever dream running on pure adrenaline.
Arthur is really here, beneath me, touching me, loving me…
His hair’s ruffled, and his cheeks are flushed. My gaze lowered to his parted lips. I brushed my hand forward along his jaw, gliding my thumb over his lips and tracing the metal that adorned his chin. I hummed and nodded my head before smashing my lips into his hungrily, barely giving either of us a chance to catch our breath, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Arthur groaned and enveloped me in his arms, both of us breathing heavily. His hands caressed every inch of my body; every light touch from his fingers made me feel like I was on fire, and I only wanted more. I gasped, feeling his cool hands slip under my shirt, slowly trailing up behind my back as he squeezed my ass with his free hand. I let out an almost desperate whine. My whole body ached for him- needed him.
I can’t take this teasing anymore. I need to get out of these clothes.
I traced my hand down from his shoulders to his lower abdomen, letting the anticipation build. Arthur grabbed my hand and pulled back. He was brooding again, yet his face was rosy.
"You sure about this?" Arthur was asking for my consent again, but I could see in his eyes how deeply he was yearning for my touch.
I reassured him, "There's nothing else I want more than you."
Without skipping a beat, he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the velvet chaise near the railing. It was a welcome change of scenery, even if it was only a few steps away. More intimate with the dim light… I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting myself melt against him. I moaned as our lips met again. A quiet groan slipped from him in response.
My hands clutched at his shoulders as he carried me. Heat pooled in my stomach, a delicious ache that had nothing to do with the kiss alone. I felt the soft landing of the velvet chaise below me as Arthur put me down and towered over me. We stared at each other for a moment, faces flushed and breathing in sync.
This was a view I could get used to.
The intense look in his eyes as he breathed heavily, his hair cascading over his ethereal features. He looked ready to pounce.
Arthur leaned down, placing kisses along my neck. He sucked the skin, making sure to leave a mark that would last. The warmth of his breath made me shiver, and I couldn't deny the ache in my body any longer. It’s as if he were drawing this out on purpose just to hear me beg for him.
"Arthur, please." I pleaded meekly.
"Patience, love." He murmured against my neck, his stubble tickling me.
My chest tightened in the best way. I arched toward him, the heat between us growing with each heartbeat. He pulled me closer, and I could feel his careful, deliberate movements, how attuned he was to every shiver and sigh I let slip. For a moment, we just breathed together, hearts racing, soft moans, eyes closed. Every touch and every kiss was a conversation we didn’t need words for. Arthur pushed himself up, his knees planted on either side of me.
His eyes bored into my own as he removed his armour.
His fingers pulled painstakingly slow at the straps, the fabric whistling as it hung loosely before he tossed them aside. He took his time stripping, revealing more of himself with every armor plate he removed. Arthur's usual appearance didn’t leave much to the imagination, but seeing his built body underneath it all was breathtaking- better than any of my many fantasies about him. His chest was mostly spared from the techrot down from his collarbone, and his abs contoured nicely in the dim light.
This was the perfect body of an active soldier. I took note of his chest hair as my eyes wandered down to his happy trail.
He keeps himself well-groomed… No amount of techrot could change how delicious Arthur looked, and it only made me want him more. He’s perfect in every single way- just the way he is. I watched with bated breath as he started to fumble with the armour around his nether region.
Arthur paused, a boyish grin on his face as he looked down at me through his two-toned locks, “Like what you see?”
I pursed my lips and nodded, “...But I wanna see more.” I murmured.
My words ignited something deep within him- his lips caught mine, feeling sloppy and needy. I brushed my hand over his chest and stomach, gently pushing him back up. His brows furrowed slightly as he watched my every move. Every scar he had held a story, and one day, I might know them all. I wanted to memorize each one as my fingers glided across them, going lower and lower.
I traced his muscles, feeling them relax under my touch. I discreetly peeked at Arthur’s face. He looked pleased, at ease for once- his hardened exterior softening with every gentle and loving touch. For a tough military man, he was definitely a softie deep down. I swallowed my uneasiness away, brushing down through his happy trail and over the steel plate that covered what I was aching to see and touch.
"Alright, you, hands to yourself," Arthur warned playfully.
I giggled quietly and allowed myself to fall back into the velvet chaise. His eyes diverted back to where his hands were, so I took the chance to throw off my shirt and fumble with my pants, just to speed things up a little. To my dismay, Arthur swiftly grabbed my wrists with one hand, pinning them down above my head.
He tutted and gave me a sweet kiss, but I could tell he was holding back. "I thought you’d behave." His eyes wandered to my exposed body.
He hummed and grabbed a strap from his armor, tying my wrists together. I pulled at them, unable to move my hands down to touch him anymore.
"...You're killing me here." I pouted.
“Yeah.” An amused look spread across his face. “I know.”
My stomach tightened at his words.
Arthur leisurely trailed kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, and atop each breast. A sigh escaped my lips, catching his attention. He looked up at me through his lashes. I blushed and turned away in embarrassment. Just moments ago, I was hurriedly removing my clothes, but I couldn’t help but feel flustered by how he stared.
"Gorgeous," Arthur murmured.
Warmth followed each movement as he caressed my chest, brushing his thumb over my nipple and sliding his hand down my body. He lowered his face to my chest, swiping his tongue over my nipple, trailing kisses to my lower abdomen.
I tensed without meaning to, he noticed.
“Easy…” Arthur said quietly. Not as a command, but something softer, sweeter.
A single word from him was enough to drive me mad. His honeyed words were such a stark contrast to how he’d usually speak, all reserved for me now. My breath caught as he drew closer, his touch more deliberate and careful. Every small movement he made sent a shiver throughout me, my body reacting faster than my thoughts. His hand continued to move down more slowly, as if he were giving me time to react. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of my pants and tugged them down, my underwear going along with them. I shivered as I was exposed to the cold air.
Arthur had a pleased look on his face, seeing how wet I was for him already. He put two fingers up to my lips, slowly parting them. I opened my mouth and coated his fingers with saliva, sucking on them gently. He watched with lidded eyes, muttering something that I didn’t catch. I managed to hold his gaze as I sucked, separating his fingers with my tongue. He smirked, pulling away, and parted my folds, coating his fingers with my arousal before rubbing my entrance.
My breath caught in my throat as I felt myself opening up, his digits slowly pushing deeper. I pursed my lips and watched as he pumped them knuckle deep- in and out at a slow pace.
It felt like a long-time fantasy coming true. He was only working me with his fingers, yet I could feel immense pleasure blooming deep within me. I swallowed and pulled at the restraints, trying to steady myself, but it was useless. He noticed everything. The way I shifted, the way my breathing hitched. A quiet hum left him, thoughtful, like he was learning me piece by piece.
A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it.
“There it is,” the soldier muttered under his breath with a damn smirk on his face.
Heat rushed to my face at the way he said it. I tried to hold back the sounds building in my throat, but they slipped out anyway, soft and unsteady. I hid my face and pursed my lips, unable to hold his gaze any longer.
I felt his hand still, the pleasure leaving as quickly as it came.
“Don’t.” Arthur said softly, “I want to hear you.”
All the attention he was giving me, the way he was watching my every move, was all too much. My head dipped back, breath catching as he continued, slower this time. He was dragging it out on purpose. It didn’t take him long to figure me out, and he somehow knew exactly how to push every button to get a reaction from me.
"Arthur…" My voice came out weaker than I expected.
“I know, darling…” Arthur pulled his fingers out and shuffled back to settle on his stomach.
With how small the chaise was, he had to kneel before me as if he were worshipping my body. My heart raced as he lowered his face between my thighs, propping them up on his shoulders. He pulled me closer to him and watched me fiercely as he gave me a long lick.
I whined, and my legs twitched, squishing his head. His arms wrapped around them, and he held my thighs apart with his hands. His cool, metallic fingers dug into the fat of my thighs. I felt like I was already tipping over the edge with how his tongue swirled and lapped over my swollen heat. The feeling of Arthur’s lips suctioning around it, teasing me faster before slowing down. His stubble tickled me in sensitive parts of my body, always catching me off guard.
No matter how I turned my head or closed my eyes, he examined my every move and reaction, likely taking a mental note of what I liked and didn't. There wasn’t a single damn thing I didn’t like- I wanted it all as long as it was him giving it to me.
“S-shit, I…” Moans flowed out of my mouth as I felt myself becoming undone under his touch. Waves of pleasure radiated throughout my body as he continued. He hummed against my flesh, the vibration amplifying my pleasure. I could feel him smiling as I struggled to form a coherent sentence as he continued devouring me.
My stomach tensed as Arthur gave me a slow final lick and kiss before raising his head. He placed sloppy kisses along my inner thigh, sucking and biting gently. As he went along, I could already see love bites forming. A satisfied hum left him before placing a gentle kiss on my core and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. I pursed my lips and stifled a moan as he continued to tease me. He sucked gently and continued to lap up the juices flowing out of me.
I held back another cry, my legs closing around his head once more. I felt his cool fingers enter me as his tongue teased me. Arthur’s fingers curled within me, rubbing over a sensitive spot, making me cry out. My legs quivered from all the attention he was giving me.
"S-sorry." I muttered in embarrassment, a small moan escaping my lips soon after.
He responded by giving me a long lick. I gasped and shut my eyes, trying to stifle my moans and keep my legs from crushing him.
"Let me hear you, love," Arthur repeated, his voice low and tender.
His hot breath fanning against my dripping core sent a shockwave throughout my body. My breath hitched as he added another finger and massaged me with his thumb. He gave me a lick and lifted his head, his piercing eyes staring into my soul as if he were saying ‘You’re mine’. I let out a loud moan and called his name as he quickened the pace once more, watching helplessly like putty in his hands as his fingers pumped in and out. A knot deep in my stomach tightened, begging for a release. I mewled through my pursed lips, trying my hardest not to give in then and there.
Just the sight of him between my legs was too much to handle.
"Arthur, I-I don't know how much more I can take of this." I struggled to say between moans.
Arthur pulled his fingers out of me gently. Before I could say anything, he helped himself to one last taste, or so I thought. I failed miserably to hold back my cries and shut my eyes, moaning his name again. I felt helpless against him. He was unraveling me with ease, and I was at his mercy. He greedily lapped and sucked, pushing me further and further to the edge. Moans and praises flowed out of my mouth as I absentmindedly rocked my hips against his face.
Just as I nearly reached my climax, Arthur pulled away, leaving me a huffing mess. His chin glistened with a mix of my arousal and his saliva, and he looked very content with himself and the effect he had on me. He crawled up above me, his eyes scanning my flushed face. I probably looked like a mess with what he’s put me through so far, but he stared at me with nothing but admiration and yearning in his eyes. A groan rumbled in Arthur's throat as he licked his lips before smashing them into my own. We moaned into the kiss, our lips moving rhythmically together with hunger.
Tasting myself on his lips was erotic.
He leaned over me, and I could feel the restraints loosen. My hands flew to the back of his head, brushing through the short hair at the nape of his neck. I pulled him down against me, wrapping my legs around him. I snuck my hand between us, squeezing his crotch. Arthur's breath hitched, and his hips jolted into my touch. I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, making him pull away.
“How dare you…” He said breathlessly, a small playful smile on his face.
I giggled. "Let me return the favor."
He silently obliged and sat back, pulling me up with him. He watched as I removed the armour plate and undergarments restricting his cock, and it sprang out. Arthur let out a provocative sigh of relief, his eyes closed. He was well endowed, and there weren't any noticeable signs of his affliction- it wouldn't have stopped me anyway. His tip was swollen and wet with pre cum, all this waiting was probably killing him. I can't imagine how difficult it was to keep all this under that tight armour, yet he still prioritised my pleasure over his.
"Now it's my turn to take care of you." I wasted no time wrapping my hand around the base of his length, pumping him at a fast pace.
Arthur groaned and pulled me into an eager kiss, as if he were begging for a release himself. I kept up the same pace for a while longer, stopping to pat the space behind me. It was a tacit understanding, and he switched places with me, lying down on the plush pillows. I lowered my head to his member and kissed the tip, swiping my tongue over the head to taste the pre cum that coated it. His eyes fluttered closed, and a soft moan escaped his lips. I stroked him with a firm grip, sliding my mouth over his tip with hollowed cheeks and swirling my tongue. I released it with a pop and licked my lips.
Finally being able to taste him brought heat between my legs; it was almost unbearable despite how generous he’s been with me so far. And oh, he tasted absolutely divine. I eagerly licked the base of his member, back up to his tip, and wrapped my lips around him, continuing to tease him.
“Gods…” Arthur breathed out, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
As I took his length deeper in my throat, I looked up at him, his visage serene and his mouth slightly parted. I forced myself further down with my cheeks hollowed, trying not to gag as he twitched in my mouth. Arthur ran his fingers through my hair and left his hand on the side of my head, caressing me with his thumb as I bobbed my head slowly. His cock poked the back of my throat as I picked up the pace, creating lewd noises as I took him deeper. It pushed him even closer to the edge as his gruff moans became louder. It was like music to my ears.
Arthur’s grip tightened, and he shut his eyes, letting his head fall back into the pillows. Seeing the pleasure I brought to him gave me butterflies. His features were soft compared to how vigilant he looked when he was in control. It was a pleasant change, and he looked cute this way... I can see why he enjoyed teasing me the way he did. I continued working him until I felt his member pulsate in my throat, causing me to lift my head and gasp for air.
I wiped a string of saliva from my mouth as I caught my breath. My hand lowered to his balls, cupping and squeezing gingerly as my other hand stroked his length. I tightened my grip on his cock, feeling his pulse in my hand. A strangled moan sounded from the Nightingale, and his head tilted to the side. The chaise squeaked under his steel palms as they gripped whatever they could. My lips found their way down as I fit as much of him as I could into my mouth, sucking and releasing his balls with a pop.
I couldn’t help but inhale his scent as I licked them, feeling the weight of him in both of my hands. I could see Arthur’s lips purse- now he was the one holding in his sweet noises. Maybe it’s been a while since he’s been pleased and worshipped like this. I want to be the only one to make him feel this way, his usual rough and tough attitude becoming soft and sweet only for me.
“Come on, Nightingale, sing for me.” I couldn’t help but giggle at the shocked look on his face.
The deep blush on his cheeks seemed to spread to his ears and chest. I hummed contentedly as I tasted him, planting wet kisses on the slit of his tip. I gripped his length and pumped him quickly, licking and sucking the tip of his member, eliciting a loud moan from him- just what I wanted to hear. He was close- very close. It must be torture for him at this point. I chased his own release, taking him in deeper as fast as I could. Another strained moan left him; he was holding it in.
“Enjoying yourself down there?” Arthur’s voice was hoarse, and he was out of breath.
I released his tip with a pop, continuing to stroke his length slowly. The corner of my lip curled into a smirk. “I’m enjoying seeing you get all worked up.”
“Mmh, are you now?” He challenged. His gaze dropped to my lips before flickering back up to my eyes.
Before I was able to pleasure him more, Arthur sat up and gathered me in his arms. He flipped over and pinned me underneath him, attacking my neck with sloppy love bites. His breathing was uneven, and his usual calm, calculated movements became erratic, as if he couldn't control himself any longer. This long build-up seemed to be enough for him as he stared into my eyes, catching his breath.
“Gods, you’re intoxicating. I can’t get enough of you.” Arthur smashed his lips onto mine, settling his hips between my legs.
My heart raced as he positioned himself, his tip brushing against my slick entrance, evoking a moan from me. He responded with a low growl, his movements rushed. I wrapped my legs around his waist and cupped his face, one hand raking through his soft hair. I sighed into the kiss as the tip of his member slipped past my folds, feeling myself stretch around his cock as he slowly pushed deeper into me.
Arthur groaned as my walls clamped around him like a vice as I adjusted to his size. His tip felt like it was pushing up my stomach, making me shudder at the sensation and moan into the kiss. I could feel him twitch against me as our bodies fully met.
I've had time to calm down, but he's already bursting at the seams.
He sighed deeply and rubbed my hips. My body and mind already felt numb from all the pleasure he’s been so generous with, yet I want more. I relished how full I felt with the weight of his cock inside of me, finally satisfying another one of my greatest desires. Arthur kissed me, waiting patiently, as I got used to him. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, groaning as I clenched around him. Drool spilled from the corner of my lips as he explored my mouth, circling and sweeping around.
I pushed back, finding a rhythm with him. A small noise left me as his cock twitched within me; he grunted, digging his cool fingers into my hips. I rolled my hips against him, letting him know I was ready. Without a word spoken between us, Arthur slowly pulled back before thrusting himself into me at a steady pace. He slipped in and out with ease, moans from both of us filling the air. I felt a wave of euphoria wash over me. No amount of fantasizing could prepare me for how good he felt as he fucked me.
I threw my head back, a breathy sigh leaving me.
“Look at me, darling.”
The tone of his voice made me perk up. It was nice and gravelly, smooth, sensual. I could listen to him talk all day, and I really would.
I caressed his face, his stubble tickling my fingers as he kissed me hungrily, moving down to my neck. I moaned into his ear, only encouraging him to pick up the pace as he bit into the soft skin on my neck, making me yelp. He was quick to lick the same spot, planting kisses almost as a small apology. I buried my head into his shoulder, muffling my moans and holding him tight. The slapping of skin grew louder, the chaise rattled and creaked against the wall as he thrusted into me.
Arthur's grunts sounded almost animalistic, losing himself as he buried his cock as deep as he could with each thrust. I could feel my heart drumming in my chest, and moans flowed endlessly out of my mouth. I could already feel a knot in my stomach forming; the sensation of his fingers now working my swollen core amplified it further, but I don’t want it to end yet.
“Arthur, please.” My voice was stifled.
His movement slowed before coming to a stop. He stared at me, his breathing uneven and eyes lidded. With how eager he's been, he must have been aching to do this for a long time. Arthur’s pushed me over the edge so many times already. I’m not sure if he realized or if he knows exactly what he's doing. Probably the latter.
“I’m not going anywhere, and I just got you here.” I brushed my hand along his jaw, taking the chance to catch my breath.
It seemed to be what he wanted to hear deep down, even if he’d never admit it. He got the message without the need for an explanation. Arthur's eyes scanned mine, and his features softened. He planted a gentle kiss on my forehead as a silent apology and started moving again, slower. I let my eyes flutter close and savoured each thrust, trying to burn the sensation of his hand caressing my body into my mind. Every gentle kiss, the feeling of his stubble against my skin, his gruff moans that I couldn’t get enough, his cock filling me up.
I pulled him into me, the weight of his body flush against me, making it feel even sweeter. My body rocked with every thrust, waves of pleasure radiating throughout my body. I lazily opened my eyes to be met with his, watching me intently. I felt warmth rush to my cheeks, but I smiled, and Arthur returned it. He took my lips onto his and kissed me sweetly, his thrusts slower, but harder.
I let out a small cry, clutching his shoulders as he slammed his member into me. He let out a long and satisfied groan as he kissed and fucked me, making me clench around his stiff cock. My thumping heart and slapping of skin were all I was attuned to. Arthur’s lips found my neck, biting at my skin gently and leaving wet kisses. His shaky breaths, groans, and feeling his stubble were a welcome addition to my pleasure. My mind was going haywire, and every sensation I felt was amplified.
Here we were making love for the first time, on my first day back. Raw, skin-to-skin, and completely losing ourselves in each other's bodies. I wouldn’t have it any other way. He felt so good- I could have him at every waking moment if we wanted to.
I was abruptly lifted as Arthur flipped me on top of him. I felt a bit sheepish, suddenly being above him. His face was still inches away from mine.
“A bit dangerous putting me on top for our first time together.” I pursed my lips, trying to hide a smile.
“Hmm, I considered that, but I’ve thought about this too many times to pass up the opportunity.” Arthur's palms smoothed over my hips, his fingers squeezing me gently.
“Well…” I brushed my hand along his chest up to his shoulders. “Maybe I should treat you to another ride in that office of yours.” I purred, pushing him down.
The corner of his lip curled into a half smile, urging me to continue. “You better.” His voice dropped an octave.
I’m definitely no stranger to riding; it’s something I’m rather good at. The fact that Arthur admitted to fantasizing about this only boosted my ego. Now I had the chance to see all his little reactions. I started bouncing steadily as he gradually leaned back into the bed, his lips parted to let out a soft moan. He looked cute with his messy hair and cheeks dusted pink. I want to see him like this more often.
Arthur let out a long sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as I rolled my hips, bouncing a little harder. I held back moans as I caressed his face, my thumb brushing over his lips. It was a sight to behold, and I finally had him all to myself.
Every little groan he let slip gave me a deep sense of pride and infatuation. I was the one making him feel this way, and now I’m the only one who can. He’s the man I've had profound respect for and yearned for, the man who has completely captivated me without really trying… And I have him right under me, slowly becoming undone. I bit my lip, attempting to hide a smile creeping up on my face.
I watched as Arthur clenched his jaw, a groan rumbling in his throat as I picked up speed. I hinged forward, pressing my chest against his. I took hold of his chin between my fingers, turning his head to the side. His eyes shot open. He watched me with furrowed brows and parted lips as I pressed kisses along his neck, sucking and biting gently. I wasn’t sure if he could feel it, but a breathy sigh leaving him confirmed otherwise. I trailed kisses down his neck to his chest.
Arthur’s eyes widened as I put a hand on his chest and the other on his lower stomach to push myself up; his hips jerked upward involuntarily. I moaned through my pursed lips, letting out a soft chuckle as my hands glided around his body. His stomach tensed, moans catching in his throat. A vibrant blush settled across his cheeks as I traced his abs, continuing to bounce on his cock and sighing deeply. I lightly traced every scar, Arthur's amorous gaze meeting my own.
“You look cute down there~” I purred, feeling more spirited. I put both of my hands on his chest to anchor myself.
Arthur scoffed playfully, “I prefer ruggishly handsome, but I’ll take it.”
As I leaned down to kiss him again, I felt him adjust his legs beneath me and grip my bottom. Arthur's hips thrust up into me with vigor, making me gasp. My stomach fluttered as he slammed into me repeatedly as I rode him, creating loud slaps that echoed around the room. I whined, failing my many attempts to hold back my moans. I felt him smile against my lips. He’s enjoying getting these little reactions out of me.
I’ll have to figure out how to get him back next time.
Arthur's free hand pushed the back of my head to deepen the kiss. His tongue slipped past my lips, catching me off guard. I pushed back, fighting for dominance, but it was no use. It was no surprise that Arthur won, his tongue explored my mouth freely. I moaned into his mouth, feeling him squeeze my ass harder. I pushed back again, but he didn’t try to resist this time.
I nudged my tongue against his lips and swirled it around, as he did to me. He groaned, his grip on me tightening and his thrusts slowing. I didn’t realize I had stopped bouncing on him. I broke the kiss and filled my lungs with air, planting kisses along his neck as he thrusted harder.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I murmured into his neck, my mind becoming almost hazy with how he spoiled me today.
“I do,” Arthur said in a hushed tone, his voice strained. “You drive me just as mad.”
He flipped me onto my back again. It didn’t take long for him to start picking up speed once more, one hand cupping my face firmly and supporting his weight, making sure I wouldn't turn my head. Heat rose to my face as he watched me.
“You feel so good, Arthur~,” I cooed.
Like words of encouragement, he picked up the pace. His lips were slightly parted, letting out small grunts with each thrust. Endless moans and praises flew out of my mouth as he fondled me with his other hand, his cock ramming into me. I found myself caressing his face and tracing his scars as we held each other's gaze. I could only hold on for so long before the knot in my stomach returned. My heart drummed in my chest as my moans got louder, nearing my climax.
I could feel Arthur's cock twitch inside of me, his thrusts becoming sloppy and his breathing heavier. My nails dug into his shoulders, my breathing shallowed, and my moans became higher pitched as I was about to-
“Go on, darling. Come for me.” Arthur whispered in a sultry tone.
No matter how I tried turning my head in his hold, he maintained eye contact as he thrust into me. I gasped, calling his name as my walls fluttered around him, finally letting go after what felt like an eternity of blissful buildup. He held me tightly as I arched my back and squirmed beneath him. Arthur groaned, his hips rutting forward as he came. He swore under his breath, pumping deeper like he wanted his seed as far inside of me as possible. Another moan left my mouth, feeling the warmth spreading deep in my body.
Arthur’s thrusts slowed, and another satisfied groan left him. He slid his cock out of me slowly and hummed, watching his cum drip out of my body.
I was almost disappointed that it had to end.
I pushed myself up to my elbows with the little strength I had and lowered a hand to my sensitive parts. Still coming down from my high, I was completely out of breath. Arthur's eyes watched intently, seemingly holding his breath as I gathered up the cum dripping out of me. I brought my fingers into my mouth, tasting it with a hum.
“You’re lucky that I don't just bend you over right now and fuck you again.” Arthur's arousal was evident.
His words only turned me on again, a strong ache blooming between my legs.
“Maybe you should, because there’s a lot more I want to do to you,” I responded, falling back into the plush pillows.
“Is that right?” He smirked, leaning over me, just inches away from my face. “From what I recall, you’ve been a moaning mess under me. I was going easy on you, love.”
I hurriedly covered my face with both of my hands, feeling heat growing across it. “You-” I tutted and turned my head, causing him to laugh. “You call that goin’ easy?” My voice was muffled, the little confidence I had fading in an instant.
“Well… Couldn’t help myself. You’re cute, all flustered.” Arthur chuckled and grabbed my hands away from my face.
I opened my eyes to see a sweet smile gracing his features. He placed a kiss on my forehead and grabbed a cloth nearby, cleaning me up with great care. Arthur settled beside me and pulled me into him. I turned to my side and put a leg over his hips, my head resting on his chest. I shivered as he rubbed my thigh, gripping it firmly as his other hand held on to my waist. I let my arms wrap around him, enjoying the warmth of his skin and the coolness of metal.
His chest hair tickled my cheek as I rubbed myself against him, melting into his sweet embrace. We lay there for a while without speaking.
It was a comfortable silence.
Arthur’s breathing and thumping heart were all I could hear, but his presence was more than enough to bring me solace. It felt like a sanctuary in his arms- I felt safe, loved, fulfilled…
In more ways than one…
I rubbed his chest and placed a kiss on his neck. He returned one in kind and pushed himself up to look down at me. Arthur planted another kiss on my forehead, a deep sigh leaving him. I watched him with curiosity and caressed his forearm, brushing a finger along the rigid growths caused by Entrati’s serum.
“You had me questioning everything, you know.” Arthur's voice was hushed, with a subtle melancholy expression. He brushed my hair out of my face and grazed his thumb over my bottom lip. “I didn’t know what I’d do without you and… I wasn’t sure when- or if I’d see you again.” He admitted.
I pulled him back down into another kiss, relishing the moment. He kissed back eagerly, holding me tighter, not wanting to let go. As we parted, I held his cheek, and he leaned into my touch, kissing my wrist. My heart melted at the sight of him like this.
I offered a smile and said, “I told you I’m not going anywhere. I know I was gone longer than usual, but I promise I’ll always come back no matter what. I’ll always come back to you.”
Arthur kissed me again and rolled to his side, facing me, seemingly satisfied with my answer. I didn't realize my absence affected him so much. He seemed almost as miserable as I was when I was gone. I really never meant to stay away for so long... Maybe deep down I was too afraid to confess to him about my feelings, but it all worked out anyway.
Much better than I ever could have imagined… It brought a smile to my face just thinking about it all.
I adjusted myself to face him and put a hand on his chest. His features softened, and he let out another contented sigh. The last rays of sunshine filtered through the windows, casting an orange hue about the room. The metallic parts of Arthur's body glittered in the light. His jaw glistened, capturing my attention. I traced his face, breathing deeply. Arthur's own insecurities made me think about my own.
How long has it been since I’ve been able to relax this way, let alone steal a moment with someone I was infatuated with? I racked my brain trying to recall anything- one thing that might have been similar, but there was nothing. Maybe I just couldn’t remember. After an eternity of living through hell, is this something I can finally enjoy? Having someone to love?
“Something the matter?” Arthur's hand caressed my side, his eyes unblinking and studying me with furrowed brows. I puckered my lips and put a finger between his brows, feeling them relax under my finger. As soon as I pulled away, he went right back to knitting them together. I chuffed and stared at the wall full of posters behind him.
I must have been making a face, lost in thought. “Uh, It’s been a very long time since I’ve been… happy like this. It still doesn’t feel real.”
Arthur pulled me into him, whispering for me to turn around. My back pressed against his chest as he spooned me, and his hand held mine. I stared at our interlocked fingers and warmth bloomed throughout my body. The chaise shifted, and a kiss tickled my ear, making my shoulders scrunch up. I giggled and turned my head to look at him.
“Feel real enough for you, sweets?” Arthur asked, planting another kiss on my cheek.
I pulled him into a kiss, our lips moving rhythmically against each other. It seems like we both missed each other deeply, although our recent activity already gave that away... All my worries melted away in Arthur's embrace. I feel at ease, like I can finally take a breath of fresh air. I never could have thought it would be possible to find love with how insane my life has been. Arthur's kisses slowed, trailing from my neck to the top of my shoulder, his stubble brushing over my skin. He took a deep breath and went back to spooning me, his hand holding mine once more.
I loved feeling this way. Being held and cared for by someone I know who will always be by my side. I wouldn’t ask for anything else if it didn’t include being here with Arthur. If we’re allowed the luxury, our love would last however long this damn loop will keep going for. If I'm able to get him and everyone else out of it, I want it to last beyond that too. Fatigue from all the excitement today hit me all at once. My eyelids felt heavy, and my body was sore. Arthur’s soft breathing and heartbeat were enough to lull me to sleep.
Just as I felt myself drifting off, Arthur spoke again; his voice was gravelly. “So… You sure about this? Us?”
I let out a small chuckle with a big smile on my face, “Of course, do you even have to ask after what we’ve done?”
He let out a little victory ‘yes’ and nuzzled his face into my neck, making me snort. He is definitely a big softie. It’s odd to think how intimidating he was when we first met. I was ready to shoot him to defend myself, but look at us now. Spooning on a tiny chaise completely butt naked.
I felt my stomach drop, a sudden realization came to light. “Arthur…”
He hummed, shifting slightly against me.
“Do you think… Eleanor knows?”
He was quiet for a good while before letting out a quiet groan. “…Hope you weren’t having too many dirty thoughts.”
“Well, how can I not during all that? And what about you?” Before he could respond, I grumbled, hiding my face in my hands. “Ohh, all those times I’ve had whole conversations in my head just thinking about you… I’m surprised she never brought it up to me.”
I could feel a smile forming on his lips against my neck. While he was silent, his body was shaking with laughter. He exhaled through his nose into my neck. “Let’s hope something more exciting was going on during our… time together.”
“Unfortunately for both of you,” Eleanor's voice sounded in my head, “nothing else was going on. Not that I had a choice in listening in anyway… But I don’t know what’s weirder. Hearing my brother's thoughts or yours…Hmm. Happy you two are finally together, though! It’s about time. Bye now!” Her laughter echoed, then there was nothing.
We lay in silence, just blinking.
I sighed, “Awkward…”
“Don’t fret, love. No one else has to know til you’re ready.”
~~
…Everyone else already knew. Especially poor Amir, who dropped by thinking Drifter was ready to read what he cooked up for their next Fables & Frontiers session. They weren’t exactly quiet, after all.
I BEG for Follie x Reader. Let me be smothered by her. PLEASE SPEED I NEED THIS. But for real, 'paint me like one of you French girls' core. Muse reader? Maybe still evil Follie or whatever she has going on right now.
Her Muse
Sorry this took so long, she trapped me in a dead end with sticky ink on the doors.
Poured the voice of a mature lady through the relay intercoms. Some Archimedean as far as anyone knew, but no longer was it their voice, but Follie's. That sickeningly beautiful voice echoed within your mind as you ran and you could swear the walls were beginning to close in on you as most of the corridors were now blocked off with dried walls of ink.
You weren't aware of what strange substance you were carrying on you, some sort of extraordinary ink her paintings required that interfered with your ability to use transference and made you vulnerable to her in your current state. Sure, years of fighting made your human body strong, but not strong enough to face off against her.
"Silly, the paint does not go on us! It goes on the canvas!"
You heard a laugh echo from down the hall - wait no, was it right behind you? Or maybe in front of you? You couldn't tell by now, trapped in here too long for reality to make sense anymore. Maybe that's why you hadn't noticed Follie approaching from behind until you felt sick from the smell of oil, paper and ink, almost gaging if not for the instant fear put into you from a hand being placed on your elbow. A thick inky substance began to form there and spread rapidly, ink weaving into strong threads around your arms and midsection and rendering you helpless as you looked up to see another, and another and another of her approaching you.
"Next time can you try to cooperate for longer than 2 minutes?"
You don't fully remember what happened after that, you vaguely recall falling- no, sinking into the floor and emerging elsewhere, was it this room? You couldn't tell, it was too dark to know which room you were being held captive in anymore. You were propped up on a seat of some sort, still bound by the heavy ink but now without your amp anywhere on your person as your eyes scanned the room. Empty save for scattered equipment and a canvas on a stand facing away from you over a puddle of ink. The mass bubbled as it took shape and Follie stood before you. Her hips swayed as she slowly walked over to you, clearly pleased with her hard work finally paying off. Her hands gently waved and her fingers curled as she coaxed the ink into moving your limbs into a different position before hardening once more, you wanted to speak but something about her presence was keeping you quiet, as if the very idea of talking was energy draining. You watched as she came closer with a paint brush that she raised to your lips and painted over them with ink before pressing her helm into your face, pulling away to reveal the imprint of your kiss on where you assume her lips would be were she human. Even if she lacked eyes you could feel her vision burn across your skin like fire as she assessed your features before leaning back and returning to the canvas.
"Subject stable."
The intercom chimed. But this time it didn't play the full recording, it seemed Follie couldn't quite find the words she was looking for among the Archemedian's recordings.
"My - M-Use"
But you knew Follie by now, not only from experience but also the letters written about her. She was smarter than to let a simple thing such as a lack of recordings stop her now. For years she had been forced to paint lies, false prophecies and ugly, distorted illusions rather than truth and reality. But you had shown her truth - true beauty and true ... 'love'. And for that she cannot thank you enough, even if you seem uninterested and frightful of her, she will paint, and paint, and paint, until you finally understand that you coming here had finally helped her find the muse she needed to keep going.
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── .✦ synopsis ; when you're tasked to track down umbra, you find other ways of convincing him
excalibur umbra ♡
── .✦ content ; dubcon, robot sex (ofc), creampie
stalking down a rogue frame was truly not an easy task. a difficult game of tag. your dead warframe with no pilot stood somewhere else, in a random corner of the circular room. everywhere you went, he chased after with a beam that was doing practically no damage.
running around for however long, using your beam just to do nothing but encourage him in the chase was getting exhausting. not only was it tiring out your amp, but your body was slowing down as well. you heaved softly in your spot on your tired legs, preparing to sling yourself across the floor once more. he was right in front of you, like he had read your mind before you could even perform the action.
just barely dodging an attack from the sentient frame had your heart leaping out of your chest. the attack hadn't landed but you landed flat on the cold ground due to a misstep. a slip up that could possibly be even lethal with the power umbra held within him. you couldn't form a single thought before your wrists locked above your head by a single hand, his hips between your legs. your heart dropped to your stomach and your breathing picked up. panicked, you began thrashing.
wiggling your body, pulling at your arms in his grip, kicking your legs. warframes were a lot heavier when you weren't the one piloting it. deep down you knew this wouldn't do anything. and it showed as a completely still and unmoving umbra just stared at you despite having no visible eye sockets.
the blue lights on his face flashed as he watched you struggle, emitting a gurgle like purr. a purr that stopped your squirming. your worn out body ached against the hard floor as the frame observed you, leaving you in confusion. nothing had happened. your current situation had high expectations of possible fatality. yet nothing.
as much as you wanted to fight to abort the mission, you couldn't get out of his hold and you feared if you tried any harder you'd be testing your luck. he released another purr, same to the last one and you could feel him shift between your legs. the edges of his hips pressed up against your inner thighs, pushing them forward. only then had you realized something was off. a mysterious weight rested against your lower stomach. but it was much too small to be a leg and he wouldn't have had a chance to move it in this position regardless. it couldn't have been a weapon because you could only recall a blade, of which was too long and sharp.
you could barely breathe with the force of your heart against your chest. nervous yet curious, you took a glance down and you practically choked on nothing.
unsheathed from the pelvic area, a black and twitching cock weighed heavy on your stomach. made of the same material of the armored suit and intricate lines to match the rest of his body, leaking a glowing blue liquid out of the tip and onto your covered belly button. you've never heard of warframe with genitalia. did all warframes have hidden genitalia? and you've never heard of a sexually competent warframe before.
with your scared stare, he took your silence as acceptance, fat cock rubbing up and down against your clothed pussy. with a startled squeak, you tugged at your wrists still encapsulated but to no avail. a smooth gyrate of his rough hips, he leaned down to nuzzle your neck with his decorative gold plated horned mask. he was gentle, leaving you unsure of what to think about the current situation. your cunt began to pulse and your inner temperature rises in contrast to your conflicting mind. you couldn't decide if this was wrong to do, but your pussy was saying it was. you panted softly, the surprising heft of his cock could be felt even through your operator suit. your hips unwillingly met his rhythm, dull pleasure arising from within your pants as your hips met in a sensual dance.
distorted heaves could be heard from umbra, an impatient growl as his gentleness faded within seconds. big hands tugging harshly at your thick trousers. the button popped and flung across the room as he roughly undressed you and manhandled your mildly entranced self. your precum soaked clothes flew in different directions and collected randomly in all corners. gasping as the cold, marble like floor hit your naked skin, soft nipples extending outwards as cold air brushed along your body. he greedily asked for friction as his tip continuously bumped at your clit and folds to find the beginning of your hole with his hips alone, dripping slick mixing with blue precum on his textured skin. you could only whine as it teased your pussy with light kisses, thrusting your hips upwards to catch the tip. it snagged against your leaking hole, finally able to make its way inside your weeping walls with a nasty squelch. you could feel the stretch despite the ease of which his fat cock slid inside you, your hole anxiously clenching around his size. his leaking tip nudged against your cervix, poking your soft tummy from the inside to create a small bulge.
pulling his armored hips back, tip almost leaving your hole, he pushed back in with a force that took the air out of your lungs and made your pussy clench in surprise. and he pulled back once more.. and repeated the same action. a high pitched whine escaped your lips as his hips slammed into yours with ferocity and, eventually, a new speed. your pussy echoed just as loud as your needy whines and whimpers, sloshing with each and every one of his animalistic thrusts into your dewy cunt. with your ankles in his grip, he held your legs above you and pushed your knees to your chest.
"fffuuccckkk~" he was reaching spots you've never felt anyone else hit so well. you had to place your hands palm down, straight down to the floor on each side of your to stabilize yourself. the new position allowed loud squelches to become louder squelches, syrupy slick dripping down between your ass cheeks to leak down onto the floor and pool in thick, clear arousal.
"fuck yesss." you could feel your cunt begin to pulse more aggressively as you felt your climax approach, and approach you quickly. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and drool slid down the side of your face. with a silent scream, your tight walls tugged down on the non verbal warframes cock as he continued to pursue his own climax. the horn of his mask pressed against your heels, feverishly chasing after your pussy. his built in sensory receptors couldn't feel pain very well but they could feel every tightening of the soft, gooey walls of your cunt quite well. whenever you'd clench and squeeze and how you were so much tighter after your first orgasm and sucked him back in with your suffocating pussy. his cock began to leak, drops of glowing substance sitting at the edge of your cervix as his fabricated climax caused his large, weighted balls to squeeze.
"inside! cum inside me!~" you begged as your hips struggled to wiggle in your position, not sure if he was even listening to you. though you could assume he was by the way he pushed his head into the back of your legs like a cat. the speed and power of his hips exceeded the average humans, pushing and pushing until he finally reached his high. his hips stuttered and his strangely human like balls squeezed. while a loud, screeching groan, he slammed fully inside and emptied hot blue cum into your insides.
he sat still for a few moments and his cock twitched a couple times while he let your greedy cunt soak in every drop. pulling out, he left your pussy stretched and leaking out a bright glow of his semen.
you hadn't even bothered moving for a good few minutes, your sore and leaking body sat tired on the floor. umbra stared at your unmoving body, his head tilting to the side as he observed you quietly. watching you start to sit up, the frame had offered you a hand. with a blink or two, you debated for a couple seconds before graciously taking it.
now fully dressed in your suit that required a much-needed wash and in your warframe you came to the mission with, a silent excalibur umbra followed after your footsteps from behind. a wordless agreement to come with you.
okay, but why don't people make more warframe smut?
Eyes darting up towards the door, you could see Arthur just standing there, his eyes scanning the room, searching. Upon settling on you, his body seemed to relax ever so slightly as he plodded in, the door closing behind him. Your brow raised inquisitively. He usually had something to say. A quippy line, a how-do-you-do, a sexually charged rumble that never seemed to fail at living rent free in your head. He was quiet.
Worry was now settling in as he approached, rounding the table and coming to stand next to the couch where you were sprawled out. The soft smile that was on your lips when he came in that changed into an awkward one now faded completely as your brows gathered in concern.
"Arth-," you're startled as he dove into you. His head buried into your neck as his arms snaked in between your body and the cushions. Surprised, you lay there frozen as he inhaled deeply. The exhale that left him caused his body to melt into yours as your hands found their place around him, one hand stroking his hair as he rumbled into your nape. If he didn't adamantly argue that he wasn't, you would've told him he was very much like a cat. "Everything ok?"
A low rumble with the feeling of a 'yes' vibrated against the crook of your neck as he remained there in your hold. As soon as you were about to hug him tighter or settle in for a nap, Arthur moved, rising to prop himself up with his arms. His eyes lingered on your eyes before lowering down to your lips. Leaning down, he pressed his lips softly into yours as his forearm moved to gently cup your head and stroke your hair with his hand. Your lips moved tenderly against his as you felt his legs shift over to the ground. Pushing himself up, Arthur smiled as he stood to his full height and stretched. Your eyes still remained on your lover, concern a prevalent emotion as you noticed that he seemed to be quite energised now.
STILL without a word, Arthur moved to leave and now you were a little peeved. Sitting up, you chucked the throw pillow at him, expression now overtaken by annoyance, nailing him in the back of the head.
"Excuse me?!" he picked up the pillow and held it like a shield as if it would protect him from your slight anger. Backing slowly away towards the door, Arthur looked back every so often to check that he wasn't running into anything. You were tempted to run up to him and grab him, bite him, growl at him, anything.
Right at the threshold of your room, he finally spoke. Who knew some words were enough to make your frustrations disappear like salt in water
"I love you," the gravely timbre of his voice soothing you like honey on your tongue. He gave a smile and a slight raise of his brows like a peace offering. You couldn't help but smile back as he set the pillow down on the table by your door.
"I love you too you bastard," you shook your head as you huffed in amusement as you collapsed back into the couch. "But don't you dare come in again all silent in the future. I will eat you alive."
You heard the door close before opening again and your ears strained to listen.
"I wouldn't mind if you bit into me, savouring me like a tasty morsel. I'd wear it like a badge if I could. Unlike you, always covering up all my marks," you shot up from the couch like a bullet face flushed as you turned to the door where Arthur stood, a cheeky grin on his face. "I expect some teeth tonight, love."
With your face burning and your jaw hanging so low that it probably dug through the earth and went to the core of the planet, you were stunned beyond belief as your lover chuckled and left.
note: omg it’s been a whole year since i posted….last year was absolutely awful but this year i’m really going to try to post more this year. anyway, enjoy!
are you sure?
you find yourself asking this question often—nearly every time you look at ARTHUR. when you first met he seemed almost impossible to read, trapped behind a thick wall of stoicism and commitment to duty. however the closer you two became, the more he began to soften. gone were the deep lines etched into his face or the harshness in his gaze, replaced instead with gentle half-smiles and loving glances. yet there’s a feeling that dwells in the back of your mind, hovering at the edge of every thought you have about him. why me? sure, you were the one who had approached him with your feelings first, but you hadn’t done it with the intention of this outcome, not really. in truth you just wanted to stop thinking about him the way you did. all it took was him mentioning that you seemed distracted on a mission once to send you into a spiral, ending with you determined to finally get him out of your head.
instead he’d ended up in your bed.
now, after all the time you’d spent together, you were still led back to that one question—are you sure? you were far from perfect and a lot more complicated than you’d ever admit, but he’d assured you none of that mattered. what was it that you were so worried about then? maybe it was the idea of losing him for good, or the thought that somehow it would be your fault if you did. but you had to believe him when he said he wasn’t going anywhere, and you had to trust that he would do everything he could to make the life you’d envisioned for yourselves come true. and most importantly of all? you had to believe him when he said that he was always sure.