Relationship: Pining on each side (my boy is touch starved)
Scenario: During the early days of camelot and the beginning of Douxie’s apprenticeship, things were getting overwhelming for the young wizard, and during one of the few times he can have a break, Merlin’s granddaughter Y/n, noticed the little freckles he had on his face, admiring them.
A/n: This boy is so unfairly pretty-
(Also, not proofread, I wrote this in the middle of the night)
It was another busy day for Douxie, with running through and around the castle in order to finish all the tasks that had Merlin assigned to him, wanting to fulfill them so Merlin would be able to teach him some lessons in magic, with his hopes to be a master wizard-, but he was getting ahead of himself.
He’s been running himself through with the tasks (chores-) that he’s been given, and studying the lessons and books that Merlin gave him. While trying to prove himself to the older wizard, he’s been overwhelmed with everything he’s been given.
But, there was always someone who kept him from spreading himself too thin, (Y/n), his master’s granddaughter, and someone who has tried to distance herself from her grandfather’s methods and ideology, seeing them as unnecessarily cold and distant. And, she was a breath of fresh air for the young wizard, just someone he can be in company with and breathe comfortably, and she was a good teacher as well when he needed help. Going from nervous apprentice to relaxed (and slightly confident) around her.
And he helped her too, for someone who was overshadowed by her grandfather and isolated herself as a result of it, Douxie was company that gave her what she needed. But with starting on a slightly rocky foot between them, purely ‘cause Douxie slightly fanboyed over her being related to Merlin, he made up for it by wanting to learn more about her before he went to sleep each night, evenings being their time.
Y/n’s POV
I was in the library for most of the day, keeping away from my grandfather, Morgana, and Arthur, not wanting to hear any sort of bickering from any of them before it gave me a headache. Focusing on the pages of some random book from the shelves, the sound of a chair scraping and light groan from beside me paused my reading.
“So, lessons went well today I’m guessing?” My teasing received a light huff from beside me, “More like a repeated lesson.” He groaned, his forehead laying on the table, “I still need to work on my magic not turning against me.”
I put a bookmark on my page before running my fingers through his hair, “Still have no complete control?” He nodded against the table before moving his head to look at me.
“It keeps turning against me.” I snorted a little at that, earning a small pout from Douxie, “You’re supposed to be on my side.” His hand lightly pinched my side, causing me to jerk a little.
“Not after that.” I teased, running circles against his temple, resulting in him lightly humming before closing his eyes, the moonlight from outside hitting his skin.
We stayed in this position for a little, his hand resting on my shoulder, lightly playing with fabric there.
“Want my help when you have free time?” It was his turn to snort a bit, “With what tasks Merlin gives me? Why not help me now?” He opened his eyes to look at me.
“You look tired.” I tucked some hair behind his ear, laying my head on my arms as I rested them on the table, and he just hummed as a response. “Fair enough.” He closed his eyes again.
We just stayed here, Douxie breathing slowly, his eyes closed but not asleep, and I just kept looking at his face, noting the small eyebags under his eyes. I'm definitely going to tell my grandfather to calm down on the tasks.
I kept staring at his face, noticing the length of his eyelashes, the way his brows furrowed a little as he rested his features (I stare at this boy too much-), but, this peaceful expression of his was my favorite, calm and gentle.
And while I was staring at him, I noticed something else on his cheeks, the moonlight laying softly on his features, soft freckles on his face, dotting his face like a gentle snowfall.
“You’re staring.” He mumbled, opening one of his eyes to look at me, but, without thinking, my fingers lightly traced against his cheeks, his eyes widening a tiny bit, before smiling and chuckling softly. “What?”
“I never noticed that you had freckles.” I say without thinking, which has been becoming a habit when it’s just us.
“They’re pretty faint.” His voice is soft now, “Most people don’t notice them.” He lifted his head a little, letting me see more of his face. “Are, they bad?” He mumbled quietly.
“No, not even in the same realm.” I kept looking at the small decorations on his face, admiring them against his skin, “They’re pretty.” It slips from my mouth, but, my words are true, so why be embarrassed by them, especially with him.
His cheeks flushed a little, his usual goofy expression shocked, before returning a soft smile at me, “Like what?” God he’s gonna kill me.
“Depends how you want me to describe them.” I lightly poked his cheek, earning a chuckle from him, “Be, exploratory.” He teased me, earning a chuckle and sigh from me, my hand still on the side of his face, tracing over his freckles.
“Cheesy it is then.” I joked a little, earning a gentle laugh from him, “That, is my job.” He placed his hand on top of the one on his face, “Says who?” I tease, his hand tightening a little around mine.
tags: smut, reader is 19 and in college, happens before WTOH, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, car sex, not proofread! sorry
a/n: douxie is so bad… how have i never discovered him until now? 😔 is this fandom still even alive… CHAT AM I MUTED ?
Great. Another closing shift with him. Hasn’t your manager noticed the two of you didn’t get along? You gripped your tray as you maneuvered through customers.
“Excuse me miss, could you get me more creamers?”
You put on your fake smile, “Of course, anything else?”
The man hummed, “More sugar.”
You nodded.
“Oh! And more napkins.”
You let out a sigh and fake-smiled again, “Of course…. Anything else?”
He eyed you up and down, “Depends on what you’re offering.” The man grinned in a way that made your stomach twist. And not in a good way.
“Um-”
“Here’s your cream, napkins, and sugar.” Douxie swiftly came from behind you and laid out what the man had requested. “Could I get you anything else, sir?”
You let out a sigh of relief and managed to escape the creepy man, thanks to Douxie. You may not like him, but he sure knows when you need help. Not that his help would change the way you felt about him. God, no.
He’s dumb, a slow worker, incompetent, not funny at all, stupid—
“Thank you miss,”
ill-mannered, although he does have his way with words sometimes. His accent helps with that.
“Uh, miss?”
He’s also pretty good with music, you’ve heard him strum his guitar in the break room a couple of times. You know what people say, a musician is always good with their han-
“EXCUSE ME?!”
You snapped out of your trance and focused your blurred vision onto the customer. “Y-Yes? Sorry.”
The woman scoffed and nodded towards the table that was soaked in coffee. You must’ve spaced out when you poured her a cup.
“Oh my gosh, i’m so sorry.” You mentally face palmed as you observed the situation, “I’ll get you to another table, follow me.”
As you led her to a new, clean table, Douxie was watching from behind the counter, a smug smirk on his face. You wanted to hop across and rip it off of him, but obviously you couldn’t do that.
“I really am sorry ma’am, what can I get you? This one’s on me?”
The lady let out a huff, “Get me a black coffee and a chocolate croissant.”
You nodded as wrote down her order on your notepad before sliding it back into your apron pocket. “Coming right up.”
As you made your way to the back, where all the machines to make the coffees were, you groaned and massaged your temples with your hands.
“Not your day, eh?” Douxie stood beside you, emptying out an old coffee filter and replacing it with a new one.
It was only his second week working here and he already knew how to do everything. When you first started, it took you an entire month.
“Douxie, not now. Matter of fact, not ever!” You placed your hands on your hips, “You seem to be everywhere I go. You’re such a pest.”
He faked an injury, “Ouch, (Y/N). That hurt.”
You furrowed your eyebrows and grit your teeth, “God! You’re so-”
“Hot? I know. No need to tell me, love.” He winked, mimicking your stance.
You crossed your arms and huffed out in an annoyance. Curse him and his stupidly sharp jawline and perfectly messy man-bun. You hated to admit it, but he was pretty hot. Not to mention his beautiful hazel eyes.
“Just shut up and go help the customers, or whatever.”
“Hey, who made you boss?”
You rolled your eyes, “Technically, i’m still training you. So I am your boss.”
He quirked a brow before letting out a small chuckle, “Whatever you say, boss.”
And just like that, he was gone, and a freshly brewed coffee pot beeped. Had he prepared it just for you? You didn’t even notice. Whatever, you needed to get this lady her things so she could maybe tip you.
As the day went on, more people came. You were used to the afternoon rushes, but with all the things that happened earlier in the day, you were already on edge.
“Can I get more creamers?”
You nodded, taking their empty dishes onto your tray and hoisting it onto your worn out shoulder.
“Can I get some sugar packets?” A customer asked as you passed by, to which you nodded and smiled.
“Where is my food?”
You were stopped in your tracks when a customer tugged on your apron, causing your tray to lose its balance and a mug to tip over the edge, crashing to the floor. You stood still for a moment staring at the broken glass on the marbled floor.
“Hey, I asked you where my food is!”
You turned around, a frown on your face, “I-”
“Right here, sir.” Douxie swooped in with a tray filled with dishes.
“Ugh, finally! At least someone around here knows what they’re doing.”
Your eye twitched in annoyance, but you didn’t say anything. Instead, you knelt down to pick up the broken shards.
“Woah, be careful. You could cut yourself.” Douxie knelt down to your level and shooed your hands away.
You sighed, “Douxie-”
“(Y/N)! Go on break.”
The sound of your managers voice made you look to the side, but when you looked back down, the mess was already cleaned up. “What the-”
Douxie wiped his hands and cleared his throat, “Ahem, I’m quite sure you were sent on break, boss.”
You looked down at the floor where your mess once was, but you were too tired to question it, so you made your way towards the break room. 
While scrolling through your phone as you nibbled on a sugar cookie, you stumbled across Douxie’s instagram.
A little snoop wouldn’t hurt, right…?
You couldn’t stop yourself from clicking on his page and scrolling through his photos. There was a lot of posts about music related things, but one in particular caught your eye. It was a video of him tuning his guitar while laughing and talking to the person who was recording.
“Fuck off, man.” He laughed. “Quit makin’ fun of me, will you? It’s my first time.”
“But i’ve showed you a million times, it’s not that hard.”
He shook his head as he rolled his eyes. Then, he began strumming the guitar while humming to the tune he created.
You admired the video, at a loss for words.
And just as it ended, it stopped on a frame of him smiling. He was happy he finally got whatever the person was trying to teach him.
You never would’ve thought you’d be sitting in the break room, smiling at a dumb video of Douxie, but here you were. Cheesing like an idiot at your phone at a boy you barely knew.
The sound of the doorknob fidgeting made you jump in your seat, causing you drop your phone against your chest and onto the floor.
“Manager said-” The dark haired boy stopped in his tracks and raised an eyebrow, his eyes following from your frame down to your phone that was face up on the floor.
You practically jumped from your chair to snatch your phone off the ground, “M-Manager said what?”
He raised an eyebrow before laughing, “He said your break was up.”
After shoving your phone into your pocket you nodded and pushed past him to head back out to the lobby.
God, you were not acting yourself today. What’s gotten into you? You’ve been dropping dishes, not thinking straight, and completely off your game!
The only time you act like this is when you’re in love.
But you’re not a dumb horny highschooler anymore, so there’s no way you were. You’re a college student now. An adult; Moved out, and living your own life. There wasn’t any time for distractions. Not that there was any. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself for the past two weeks. Which is weird because Douxie had been hired two weeks ago.
He wasn’t the reason you were acting this way. Of course not! Like you thought, you barely knew the boy. You couldn’t be in love with him. That’d be crazy.
You shook your head and focused your attention on the customers.
“Oh my, what’s for your cheeks so flushed? Are you alright miss?”
You blinked a couple of times at the polite lady’s question, “Y-Yes! I’m more than okay, actually. Thank you though. Can I get you anything else?”
“No…” She raised an eyebrow, studying you.
You cleared your throat and backed away to tend to another table.
Once it died down, you found some time to yourself in the back as you waited on a coffee pot to brew. Pulling out your phone, you opened instagram for no particular reason.
If you could go back in time, you would.
Your eyes widened as you looked at the filled in pink heart on your screen. There was no way you liked the video. The said video that was from three entire years ago. The said video that was buried deep into his other posts.
“Hey, you alright boss?”
You jumped at the familiar sound of his voice. Quickly turning off your phone and straightening yourself up, you focused on the coffee pot that had 30 seconds left.
“Me? Im doing perfectly fine actually. Just got tipped $57.”
Cmon just 20 more seconds.
“57 huh? Nice.” He leaned his back on the counter eyeing you.
Oh God, this night would never end. You stared at the coffee pot watching as the time took forever to reach 0.
“So, uh, you gonna clock back in from break?” You try and create small talk to get your mind off the way his luring eyes reeled you in. Even thought you weren’t even looking at him in his eyes.
“If i’m correct, i’ve actually got…” He hummed, “2 more minutes.”
The sound of the swinging door to the back kept creaking from your co workers constantly coming in and out, each coming and going with different trays.
“And you chose to spend the last two minutes staring at me?” You finally turned over to meet his gaze, and you wished you didn’t. Your heart rate increased and you could feel your stomach flutter.
He squinted his eyes a bit as a smirk crept up his lips, “Not staring, reading.”
You scoff, “Well, you better keep reading, cause’ i’m not an open book for everyone to look at.”
“You’re not talking about books, are you?”
You grab the coffee pot along with a tray and mugs, “I dunno, am I?”
There was a brief moment of silence as the two of you stared at each other both with smiles on your faces. Then, you made the move to brush past him to serve the table you were assigned.
When you steeped foot outside, the cool summer breeze hit you and made you realize what just happened. Where did all of that confidence come from? And were you really turning a conversation about books into a flirting contest? This day couldn’t get any weirder.
You started to reminisce over the scene in your head, constantly replaying it. Then, you realized he probably knew you liked his post. You slapped your forehead as you walked to the back. Luckily, he was there anymore.
Putting the coffee pot back in its slot, you began cleaning out the other pots’ filters to get a head start on your closing process. You had two more hours ahead of you.
You re-tied your loose ponytail and grabbed a new notepad.
Luckily, as the day grew closer to its end, less cutomers came. Of course it was still slightly busy, but not as busy as the morning and afternoon. Now, you could take your time as you poured coffees and prepared their food.
However, your stomach still fluttered whenever you were around him. Rather it be a quick glance or conversation between the two of you, you felt it.
You said your goodbyes as most of your co workers left, leaving you and Douxie behind to close for the night.
“See you tomorrow.” You waved and locked the door behind the last person.
Douxie had already turned off the “Open” sign and closed the curtains. It seemed he remembered some of the things you taught him your last closing shift with him.
You cleaned the lobby as you served the last customers of the night, so the only thing that was left was the mountain of dishes in the back. But when you walked through the swinging doors, the kitchen was spotless, and the dishes were already put away. The coffee pots were even filled with new filters ready to be brewed tomorrow morning.
“How’d I do boss?” A low voice came from behind you, and you flinched at the sudden noise.
You turned to look at him with a shocked expression, “You did this?”
He nodded.
“How’d you do all of this so fast? It would’ve taken me an hour.” You admired his work as you walked around, trying to look for anything he forgot.
“I figured I started on them a bit earlier so we could have the last hour to ourselves.” He hopped on top of a counter. “After all, we do deserve it.”
You let out a sigh of relief and smiled, hopping on top of a counter across from him, “Thank you, Douxie.”
“No problem.”
There was a couple moments of silence, and you were letting your thoughts. You remembered the events earlier in the day, and all of the stupid things you said to him.
“I’m sorry for calling you a pest. You’re no where near being that.” You averted your eyes away from him and stared at your twiddling fingers. “And thank you for everything today. If it wasn’t for you, I probably would’ve lost my shit.”
“It’s all good. Everyone can be a bit stressed out sometimes right?”
You sighed, “Tell me about it, I haven’t had one night where i’ve felt good.”
He snickered, “What, your sex life not good?”
Heat crept up your cheeks as you averted his gaze, “Not what I meant, perv.”
“Hey, some proper sex will do you some good. Believe it or not.”
You snapped your head over towards him, “Geez, do you just stick your dick in everyone or something?”
“No. And even if I did,” He smirked, “would you jealous or something?”
“Pft, why would I be?”
He eyed you up and down, “Well your arms are crossed and your eyebrows are furrowed, you tell me.”
You straightened yourself up and leaned back on your hands. There was no way you were gonna let him one up you, not after he had been all day.
“I don’t need to be jealous. I have a pretty good sex life, actually.”
This time, he was the one crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows, “Oh yeah?”
You nodded and smirked, “You jealous or something?”
He caught on to what you were doing, and decided to play along. “No, why would I be?”
“Dunno.” You hummed and took your hair out of your ponytail, raking your fingers between your hair strands.
“I’ve got a question for you.” He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you and a feeling you knew what the question would be about.
“And that is?”
“Was that video amusing to you?”
Now you will admit you were caught off guard by the video you just so happened to stumble upon, but you weren’t going to let him tease you about it.
“I liked it didn’t I?”
He chuckled, “You sure your sex life is good?”
“What’s my sex life have to do with me liking your video?”
“‘Cause of your attitude, love.”
“Then why don’t you come fix it.”
He raised is eyebrows at your boldness, to which you just grinned, knowing he didn’t expect you to say such a thing.
He laughed, “Not an open book, huh?”
“I never said I was talking about books.”
A silence fell over the two of you. Your eyes poured into his while you both waited for someone to say something, or do something.
Your eyes began to wander around, taking in his appearance. He had pale skin, almost like a vampire, but he made it work. As your eyes traveled more you noticed how lean he was. He definitely didn’t carry a lot of meat on his bones, but you kind of liked boys like that. He was in between skinny and somewhat muscular. One thing that also carried his looks—besides his beautiful eyes, sharp, dark and defined eyebrows, and his perfect face sculpture—he was pretty tall. A lot taller than you. And you weren’t very tall yourself. God, you didn’t even want to start on his hands. They were beautiful.
Technically, it was a given since he was a guitarist. And you know what they say about guitarist….
“Wanna head out for a bite?” Douxie’s voice snapped you out of your daze.
“You got a car?”
He laughed as he shook his head, “Why do you think I would ask, love?”
You hopped down from the counter and untied your apron from your waist in the process, “Lead the way.”
He smirked and lead you through the swinging doors.
After you both clocked out and hung up your aprons on the coat rack, you made your way to his car.
“You know, no restaurant or fast food place is open right now.” You looked up at him, too which he looked down at you, smirk still plastered on his lips.
“I know.”
Your heart skipped a beat, and butterflies swarmed your stomach. Thank the heavens you did an everything shower before your shift today. Maybe the gods knew tonight would be one of those type of nights.
As you neared the car, you stopped him from opening the back door. He shot you a confused look while you opened the passenger door.
“I like the passenger side more, it’s easier to ride.”
His eyebrows shot up and you could see his adams apple move from him swallowing hard. “Seems like you do this a lot, eh?”
You rolled your eyes, “Unless you wanna do all the work, I suggest you shut up.”
He plopped down in the seat and dragged you with him, closing the door after you. “My lips are sealed.”
You giggled as you made yourself comfortable, but quickly after, your breath was taken from your lungs. His lips crashed against yours as his fingers wove through the hairs on the back of head, bringing you closer. Your legs were on either side of his hips, straddling him as you made out.
His free hand snaked around your waist, ghosting over your lower back. His touch made your skin tingle underneath your shirt, and butterflies swarm through your stomach.
For the brief moment the two of you took to catch your breath, your eyes gazed into his. They were half lidded and filled with lust. He was already worked up after just kissing, but you couldn’t judge because you already felt your panties getting wet.
You leaned in and captured his lips, this time slower than your first. His hand sneaked under your shirt, trailing it up your spine. Your hips twitched and your hands gripped his shirt at the movement, causing him to let out a groan and grip your scalp. You took this as your chance to slip your tongue past his lips, deepening the kiss.
His hand traveled down, switching towards your stomach. Your core was on fire and your heart was beating out of your chest from the excitement you felt. He backed away to catch his breath, leaning his head against the headrest.
Now, his hands rested on your hips, and yours rested on his chest. From the way he was looking at you, you would think he just ran a marathon. But you knew why he looked at you that way. You could feel it too.
You experimentally rolled your hips against his, a devious grin on your face as you did so. His hips bucked and a groan escaped his mouth.
“Fuck,” He rasped.
You giggled and leaned in to plant kisses along his exposed neck. In between your kisses, you whispered a, “you okay?” because he seemed like he was about to go insane.
“You’re just driving me crazy, love.” A hand that rested on your hip slipped underneath your shirt and fiddled with the waistband of your underwear. Yet, he didn’t go any further. “Can I?”
“Please.” You whispered, continuing your markings on his neck.
Once he snuck past your underwear and slid his middle finger through your slick folds, you gasped. Clutching his shirt, you tried to distract yourself with his neck, but he’d already slid in a finger, making you bite down on his neck to silence your moan.
“Ouch,” He laughed, “you a vampire?”
“Don’t stop,”
You felt him smirk against your cheek at your demand. And once he added another, a small moan escaped your mouth.
His hands were a lot bigger and longer than yours, so it felt all the more better. You were in a state of bliss as you ground against his hand. The way his fingers curved into you had your head spinning. It was like he knew what your body liked without even trying.
At one particular thrust, you sucked in a deep breath and gripped his shoulders. He smirked at that, knowing that was your weak spot.
“How ya doing baby?”
You moaned at another snap of his wrist, “Fuck—just… just don’t stop.”
You hadn’t given him an actual response in the for the past three minutes, but how could you? He was plunging his fingers into you like there was no tomorrow.
A knot began to form in your stomach and you could feel your muscles spazzing around his fingers. “I’m—hah—so close.”
“Come on, baby. You got this.”
He began circling his thumb over your clit, making you squeeze your eyes shut and cradle your head into his neck. It was becoming too much to handle.
Your orgasm crept over you without warning, causing your hips to twitch and the knot in your stomach to snap. Quick and short breaths left your mouth as he fingered you through your release.
He stilled his fingers so you could get a moment to catch your breath. You practically just saw stars and he had only fingered you. Lord knows how his dick would make you feel. He removed his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean.
You watched him with half lidded eyes, panting as you felt yourself crave him unconditionally.
He hummed as he brought his hand to rest back on your hip, “You alright?”
You responded by capturing his lips once more, this time with hunger and fire. He was so hot it almost hurt.
And whoever said guitarist were good with their fingers, God were they right.
Leaning back, you brought your shirt over your head, revealing your light-pink silk bra. Unfortunately you didn’t wear a cute matching set, but at least it was a pretty color.
Douxie immediately leaned in to plant kisses along your newly exposed skin, slowly rubbing his hands up and down your waist. You let out quiet groans as he sucked and marked up your chest.
Suddenly, his contact was gone and he was lifting up his shirt, revealing a couple of scars that caught your attention.
There was a brief moment of silence as your stared the markings. Although, you had a million questions wondering where he had got them from, you simply leaned in and placed kisses along the rough skin. He sighed through his nose and embraced your actions.
But as time grew, he could only wait so long for something more. His hands began to fiddle with the clasps of your bra, waiting for any type of gesture for him to continue. You nodded as you fiddled with his pant zipper.
It was difficult getting off the remaining clothes the two of you had on, but you managed. Now, your bare cunt rested against the base of his dick. The wetness of your folds helped you grind against him, making it easy for his length to stimulate your clit.
He was big. Bigger than you would’ve guessed considering his lanky frame. Even though he wasn’t pretty thick down there, his length greatly made up for it.
“You ready?”
He snickered, “I should be asking you that, princess.”
You gasped as his hands slightly gripped your hips, hinting he wanted you to raise them. You used your hand to guide him towards your entrance, mentally praying you were actually ready.
As you sunk down on his length, your eyes were squeezed shut and your lips were parted. If he hadn’t prepped you earlier, he definitely wouldn’t have been able to fit.
“Fucking hell,” he rasped, digging his fingers into your sides.
You placed your hands on his shoulders as you rolled your hips, eliciting a groan from both you and him.
Now, you had to stay true to your words from earlier. So you began to lift your hips, stopping just before his tip, then you slid back down ever so slowly.
Douxie’s head was thrown back and his eyes were half-lidded, filled with lust and need.
You smirked and leaned in to kiss his lips gently as you lifted your hips again, repeating the same action.
“You’re s-such a tease.”
Letting out a giggle as you did the same teasing action, you leant in towards his ear and whispered, “Then why don’t you fuck me properly.”
He hummed and reached for the recliner to lay back the seat. Your hands rested on his abdomen as he admired the new view.
“Beautiful.” He whispered, ghosting his hands over your sides, making your stomach gain butterflies.
Then, he snapped his hips upwards, making you gasp sharply. You clenched your hands into a fist as he began fucking up into you. This new angle allowed him to hit deeper. His tip was practically brushing against your cervix at each thrust.
You moaned his name as he slammed his hips into you, making you see stars. You could feel each muscle and twitch of his dick as he rutted against your gummy walls. Not to mention the slight bulge in your stomach from how deep he was.
With one of his hands, he brought yours to feel against your stomach. “Feel that, love?”
You tightened around him and moaned, “Yes.”
Never in your 19 years of living would you expect to be fucking your new coworker in his car, but you certainly wouldn’t regret it. Not when he’s fucking you this good.
A knot began to form in your stomach and you couldn’t even get a second to breathe properly from the constant moans coming out of you.
“I-I’m close.” You gasp out.
He groaned gripping your hips as you squeezed him tightly, “Where do you want it?”
Thank god you were on birth control, because if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have the energy to get off him in time.
“Inside.”
He almost ascended at the thought, but he didn’t need to because this was reality, and by the grace of the gods, you’re allowing him to.
“What did I do to deserve you..?” He said, mostly to himself but you still heard him.
His thumb began to rub messy circles around your clit to help you reach your climax before he did. The giant knot in your stomach snapped and you let go of everything around you. Your vision blurred and your ears began to ring. The only thing you could feel were the euphoric sensations of your orgasm and his warm cum spilling into you.
You fell forward and leaned your forehead on his chest as the two of you calmed down from your high.
“That was…”
“Really fucking good.” You finished his sentence and softly laughed. “I’m so tired.”
He patted your back, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
You nodded and pushed yourself upwards, raising yourself off his member. He twisted his torso to grab something from the back of his car, returning with a t-shirt and a jacket.
“Put this on and i’ll clean us up.” He handed you the jacket with a smile, to which you returned the gesture and followed his instruction.
After getting cleaned up and helping each other re-dress, he climbed over to the drivers seat and started the car.
You didn’t realize how foggy the windows got until you were situated in the passenger seat. “Damn.”
He chuckled and turned the windshield wipers on to clear his view. You rested your elbow on the window and drew a heart with his and your initial in it.
“So,” he started.
You perked up and turned towards him.
“I can drive you home, or you could stay at my place for the night?” He nervously scratched the back of his head as a blush crept up his cheeks.
You smiled, “I wouldn’t mind staying the night.”
And just like that, you found yourself driving to the home of your coworker while singing the songs that played from the radio.
👉👈 could you do headcannons for Douxie x a werewolf reader?
Douxie x Werewolf!Reader
A/N: okay no bc this was so much fun to look into, I'm considering making a ifc based on this, ask about a werewolf reader...should I? if that's the case, there will probably be a specific upbringing of how reader became a werewolf, but let me know you guys!!!! i might just write it anyways though, lol
However you became is up to you, whether it was by witch, god, or another way and when you turn is up to you with these headcannons!!
I feel like either way, Douxie would accidentally stumble upon you
if you hid your werewolf form, Douxie would be as accepting as he could be once he found out. Werewolves, alike Trolls, aren't exactly taken to fondly in Camelot, so he'd be eager to have you hide it for your safety
If you want to turn fully human again, he'd 100% be willing to help you.
If you don't mind being a werewolf, he's fine with that; he'd just be a wee bit protective over you.
He certainly asks you small questions about werewolves and ask if they were true, like if silver does actually hurt you, if you eat humans, do you remain conscious in your werewolf form, etc.
He'd practically beg Merlin to let you stay with them, or be as pushy as possible
on another account, Archie is quite fond of you
If you like eating people and cant control yourself after a transformation, he might consider leading unknowing citizens to you if you are insanely aggressive to eat them
I feel like you're almost a guard dog for Douxie. Or just a really, really, really, big lap dog
Oh yeah, he's definitely a little scared of you, especially in your werewolf form
he likes to brush your fur
if you two are together in Arcadia, and unfortunately come across people while your in your wolf form, he'll just pretend you his dog. A really big dog...yeah...
he does not introduce you to Jim and the others, and they have to, unfortunately, find out for themselves that you're a werewolf. how is up to you
i believe werewolves would shed (because im pretty sure wolves do) so yeah, he has to do an insane amount of sweeping when you do. Sometimes, just to mess with him, you will purposefully make as much of a mess as you can so he has to clean it up
“Sorry love.” Douxie, the British sounding waiter, comments.
Your eyes are still fixated on the welting red pin pricks of blood on your forearm. Your other arm sits in your lap fiddling with the frayed denim strands on your shorts, as Douxie - the kind waiter who just watched you completely eat concrete outside the restaurant while serving some customers outdoors- decided to to intervene, and is how you now found his fingers firmly pressing into the skin of your bicep as he helped clean you up.
The waiter has cradled your elbow against the tabletop. His hand warm and calloused as holds your arm in place as he’s gently dabbing at it an alcohol wipe.
Holding tight onto that wad of denim in your fist as he wipes away the dirt. You bite your cheek at the sting. Although, it looks like he takes no pleasure in doing so as this notedly kind good-looking stranger has his eyebrows furrowed as he gently dabs at your arm.
He looks up from your arm and a subdued hazel meets your eyes. You blink.
The waiter, Douxie, chuckles. The glimmer of his lip piercings against his olive skin makes you feel warm.
He grins, “Can’t risk an infection on such a lovely arm and an even lovelier owner.”
“oh—“ you unclench your sweaty hand. This is not what you were expecting.
He shakes his head a mop of raven hair bouncing and falling into his kind hazel eyes, “you should really invest in protective gear if learning to skateboard is on your summer schedule.”
you watch as he grabs some ointment and starts to gently swipe it across your forearm with his fingertips.
“I’ll certainly rethink the skateboarding after this—“ An involuntary shiver runs up your spine his calloused fingers having just skimmed over your scrape, he pauses —briefly as he begins to fiddle with placing bandaids all over your arm.
you huff a silent laugh as he fixes a Care Bear sticker on your arm.
Douxie looks up, smoothly out the edges with his thumb — and his large warm palms, “What is it?” The heat is soothing on the scrape.
You hastily shove your fingertips into the pocket of your jeans and peel your eyes to stare at something other than this stranger whom is exactly your type — “oh they’re exactly the same brand that one of the girls I babysit insists on having — just because it looks cute.”
A look of recognition flash across Douxie’s face and the smile lines at the corners of his eyes deepen, “Ah Lou’s daughter.”
You smile as he patchworks another bandage on, “She’s learning how to roller skate and —“
“you need a way to keep up with the wee booger, then?”
“— exactly,” you smile.
your eyes flash back to his and you’re not sure if it’s the summers heat and some dehydration that’s gotten to your head, but Douxie slides his hands along your forearm until they come to grasp your hand where he rubs his thumbs over your knuckles …
His lips start moving, and you think you catch a flash of a tongue piercing as well.
And suddenly his fingers are in your hair combing over it every which direction, “Are you sure you didn’t bump your head as well?”
The hair along every part of your body stands up as his touch floods your senses. It takes everything in you not to close your eyes.
His retracts his hands from your scalp. And suddenly that electric sensation is gone, you swallow, and answer honestly with your dry cottony mouth, “I’m not sure.” You don’t think you hit your head …
Douxie practically pouts before going about arranging the contents of the first aid kit back into the box.
“Maybe you’d ought to get yourself checked out by a real doctor before heading home.” He throws a thumb over his shoulder, probably motioning to a landline in the back.
“Let me call you a taxi real quick,” Douxie says getting up and giving a little pat to the top of your knee before disappearing behind the counter.
And you want to swear because you nearly jumped and you just peeled the skin of your thighs off this stupid specific leather cushioned restaurant chair as you pushed yourself back —
You busy yourself with placing a hand on your forehead definitely dehydrated and maybe a bump to part of your head. Though, you didn’t feel any pain while his hands were on you. It’s not your skull that’s suffering, which explains all the heightened sensations you’re experiencing…
Douxie returns, he looks taller than you remembered outside, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, “it seems once again Arcadia is lacking in taxis, but the bus should be coming around the block here soon.”
You grin waving your arm, “thanks, I think the maybe heat the heat is getting to me …”
At that Douxie seems to remember something and deflates a little. “ I’ll be right back.” And he tears off behind the servers door again before coming back with a pitcher and glass of water setting it down in front of you, “here love.”
he places it under your nose the beads of condensation dripping into the counter, “if you and the skate board ever reconcile let me know.”
you shake your head, “I’ll think about it.” You grab the glass and after downing it. You grab the skateboard and head back out. The warmth of the sun helping to clear your head as you walk back towards your apartment.
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A terrible thud catches the attention of his customers as he places down their burgers and fries. Douxie follows their gaze to the young lass about his age down the block from Benoits Dinner. “Here’s those meals, enjoy!” He blurts turning round.
He waves his hand, “Oi! Are you alright there love?”
As he approaches the girl in question shakes her head and gives a loud hiss of pain. Douxie marches over and decides to pick her up about to give her a once over, “here I’ve got you.”
and he’s before he can fully do a once over he gets caught in a bit of a trance hold. The odd off-putting magic taking hold of him when he meets your eyes.
He goes to subtly read your palm. The heart line— before you whine at the contact. He looks down and see the giant welting scrape across your arm right where’s he’s touching.
He frantically retracts his hands, “Ouch, let’s get you cleaned up. Follow me we’ve got a first aid kit inside and we can help patch that up.”
That’s surely gonna get infected. He’d been out here last night fighting off another goblin gang. There had to be residual goblin goop all over this street.
As he rushes you over to a chair he goes back and retrieve the kit from the kitchen. “Excuse me mate, I’ll be right back in a jiffy.”
The chef on duty shifts his stance to let him pass, “No problem D.”
His call reaching him as he breaks through the double doors. “Ah,” he stares at the girl for a minute decked out in shredded denim shorts, blue converse, and an Ash Dispersal Pattern tee. A wrist full of friendship bracelets and downright gorgeous set of neon green highlights. Douxie rubs at his neck, his throat feels dry and his teeth metallic.
Nothing seems unsettling, but perhaps he isn’t seeing the right face or anything.
He slides into the seat opposite the girl and Douxie chooses to grab hold of her arm slightly forcefully before pulling out the alcohol to clean it. The small pooling flecks of blood crusted in dust and flecks of concrete. “nasty bugger,” he muttered, and would get much worse if he didn’t clean it up well enough to flush out any goblin guts.
he grabs a stronger bottle with a bigger punch to dab on. You give an another painful hiss, “Can’t risk an infection on such a lovely arm and an even lovelier owner.”
your mouth purses into a little silent ‘o’ and Douxie almost wants to chuckle. If he weren’t suspicious of magic amuck.
“You should really invest in some protective gear if learning to skateboard is on your summer schedule.” He adds.
Can’t have people going around getting trollish infections in his town.
he looks back up and notices your pupils seems oddly displayed. He squints further they’re almost … they’re almost ovular in shape.
You blink back and it’s gone. It’s normal.
He puts his head down and focuses on cleaning the wound. Something for him to fixate on while his mind is spinning… he’s never meet a young changeling before.
it could be that you’d hadn’t gotten a full handle on your transformations and in times of elevated distress that would likely cause a bloody shift … in daylight though?
Douxie looks back up at the girl. That California glow and strong brow bone that overlooks those mysterious glazed eyes surrounded by those — those thick lashes.
Fuzzbuckets! Get a grip!
He’d have to hit the books tonight with Archie. If there were a young changeling in Arcadia it wouldn’t be much of a problem; except for the potential exposure of trolls and magic — which was the purpose of his very existence.
Once he hailed a cab, waved you out the door, and promptly stood with his back against the storage room closet to run his hands down the side of his face as he thought about cradling her beautiful skull and combing through her strangely soft changing hair before going back to finish his double shift.
A/N: Disclaimer, this is a Tales of Arcadia Fanfic and the characters do not belong to me. And of course, you own you. I'll be using [Name] and [Last name] as a substitute for Y/N and L/N. Let me know if you want a part five. I'm so sorry, this is a female reader! You can change the pronouns and stuff. I'm a female myself, so it's easier to do so.
(PS This is outside the timeline, or you can view it as if it were before the movie/pretend the movie didn't exist. Everyone to their own! PS-PS, I went back and edited the other parts. There weren't any drastic changes besides grammar.)
You rubbed your hands, looking down at the stove with fresh food. Two main dishes next to each other. Small bowls around them with different sauces. You reached down for a steamy bowl, a soft layer of frost coating half of it. You reached to grab the chopsticks; your movement slowing down as you noticed movement behind you.
Douxie had sat up so quickly it hurt his head. He silently groaned as he held his head. Rubbing the back of it. For some unknown reason, his head was cold. As if someone had placed his head on ice. He froze, his eyes looking around. His ears catching the sounds around him.
None. There were none. Only his soft breathing. Not even the waterfall made noises. He sat up completely, turning his head to the left. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of you. He stood up, furrowing his brows. You clutched the chopsticks in your hand, turning your head to look at him.
He tilted his head slightly, a smile gracing his lips. "Uh, hi."
"Hello," you greeted back, turning to him fully. You eyed him, not seeing the blood seeping through his clothes anymore. "Are you all right?" You stepped forward. A red flag to yourself for forgetting the most common rule taught to younglings: Stranger Danger.
But then again, you did kidnap him.
"I think so." Douxie said, looking down at himself. His hands feeling his abdomen. "How'd I get here?" He asked, lifting his head and looking at you.
You decided to deflect the question by shoving the bowl in front of him. "Here, eat. You're too skinny."
Douxie looked down at the bowl, rice with cut-up vegetables underneath scrambled eggs. "I could eat." He said slowly, taking hold of the bowl.
You smile at his acceptance. It's been a while since a human had interacted so casually with you. His hazel eyes locked with your own. "Thank you." He said softly.
"You're welcome." You bowed your head slightly before lifting and gesturing to a dinning table that he knew for a fact wasn't there before. "Come, sit." She encouraged.
They both made their way, setting their plates down and sitting on the soft chairs. Douxie looked around, hand hands lazily on the table. "I'm Douxie, not sure if I told you." He said, fingertips rubbing at his forehead.
"Yes, you did." You confirm, nodding your head as you gripped the chopsticks.
"So, not that I want to be repetitive or anything, but where am I?"
You smiled, bringing a piece of egg to your mouth.
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"And then he disappeared." Claire continued, the team being back in the small piece of Camelot Merlin salvaged almost a millenia ago. Her arms were crossed, still wearing her purple armor. "Whatever portal that was closed before I could reach him."
"Have you tried your shadow portals?" Toby asked, leaning against Aaarrrgh! in exhaustion.
"Urgh, I'm spent." She rolled her eyes, huffing as she leaned back.
"That witch must have taken him!" Toby gasped, sitting up.
"I doubt it." Claire rolled her eyes, lowering her arms as Jim entered the room.
"Everyone okay?" He asked, brows furrowed as he glanced around the room. His eyes widening. "Where's Douxie?"
Claire looked away with guilt, "He was taken."
"Which wasn't your fault." Blinky said reassuringly, one of his stone hands on her shoulder. Claire smiled softly.
"Thanks." She said quietly before looking at Jim, a frown on her lips. "There was this woman. It wasn't the witch we just faced." She briefly glanced at Toby.
"And she opened this portal on the wall in an alley. She took him inside. I felt it, it was like ice."
"Urgh, not Elsa."
"El-sa?" Aaarrrgh! asked slowly, tiling his head.
Jim glanced to the side, slowly making his way to the big table. "Okay, we're dealing with a witch who's obsessed with Morgana and a wanna-be Elsa."
"Wanna-be is far stretched." Claire shrugged a shoulder. "She could literally be her. Powers wise, anyway."
"So how do we find them?"
"Shouldn't we be looking for the wanna-be Morgana?" Claire asked, just in curiosity on what Jim would say.
"Douxie matters most." He said while shaking his head. "Besides, we need more training. We clearly couldn't go against that witch."
"So how are we supposed to find Douxie and Elsa?" Toby asked, stepping closer with his helmet under his arm.
"Ask Krel."
"Aah!" He yelped, jumping up and dropping his helmet.
Nomura hummed low, rough. A hand to her hip as she looked down at him with distaste. She still didn't like him.
"Nomura, where did you come from?" Toby asked, hiding behind Aaarrgh's! arm.
"Over there." She nodded behind her where Krel was. Headphones on as it blasted music. Holograms floating around him. The blue glow illuminating that part of the room.
"Who's that?" Toby asked, stepping next to Krel. A hologram of you in a 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 poster hovering next to a satellite screenshot of the alleyway with the portal.
Claire gasped softly, pointing to the picture. "That's her. That's the woman who took Douxie."
"Let me see that." Blinky stepped forward, pushing them away with his four arms.
"Hey!" Krel said, stepping back. His brows furrowed as he took his headphones off. "Have any of you heard of personal space before?"
Blinky gasped, his mouth hanging open as he stared at the picture. "What? What it it, Blink?" Jim asked, rushing towards them.
"For Deya's Grace, what a miracle!" His stone lips formed into a wide smile. Four arms gesturing at the hologram. "It's her! She's alive."
"You know her?" Claire asked, her eyes widening in amazement.
"Who is she, Blinky?" Jim asked, looking up at his mentor.
"Long ago—"
"Can we not go that far back?" Toby interrupted. "Can we just like, get a brief summary?"
Blinky's smile dropped, glaring down at Toby. "She was the lost guardian of Zymar. A tribe long lost to the war between humans and troll-kind."
They blinked at him. Krel rolled his eyes and shifted the holograms to him. "Yes, and apparently a captive before she escaped not long ago."
"How do you know?" Toby asked, raising a brow as he looked up at the extraterrestrial.
"I can hear it." He pressed a recording, voices coming in smoothly.
"So that's the reason you were in the alley?"
"Yes, I should have learned my surroundings before escaping, but freedom was right there. I couldn't wait."
There was a pause, sounds of stuff moving, people eating.
"What brought you to my feet, Douxie?"
"A witch trying to continue Morgana's will." He said casually, like any other Tuesday Morning. And at this rate, it might as well be.
"Ah, yes. Morgana Le Fey Pendragon." The unknown woman responded, a bitter taste in her words. A sense of distaste. "Redeemed, so they tell me."
"Redeemed is a strong word, love. More like . . . There is no word for it but you get the gits."
Krel lowered the volume before looking at them. "I placed trackers on all of us." He said, very seriously and very deadpanned.
They all stared at him, Toby's mouth dropped as he let out a breathy, "Whaaa-aaa-aat?"
"Is it in my armor?" He asked, feeling around.
"You'll never find it." Krel shook his head.
"Are you the only one who can access the tracker?" Claire asked, eyeing Jim as he patted down his arms.
"No. You guys can also use it." Krel said, tossing them a small round device.
"Don't eat it, Wingman." Toby said, watching as Aaarrrgghh! sniffed the device. He was able to snatch it from the troll. He was about to look it over when Jim snatched it from Toby.
Jim furrowed his brows, turning away from the group. A gentle click to the side and a hologram of what resembled a GPS map showed up.
"That's the same alley I last saw him at." Claire pointed out, placing a hand to her beloved's shoulder.
"Then that's were we're going next." Jim said with furrowed brows.
I think you'd be a very adorable and healthy couple.
Your dynamic could be interesting and cute, since you're pretty cheerful and kind, but also polite and lady-like, while Douxie tries to be this cool "emo" dude that every girl simps for but in reality he's quite a dork lol.
And he can be a bit clumsy and reckless, although he means good, so if you could keep an eye on him that would be great.
For some reason I think he'd either enjoy/be impressed with your dark and morbid sense of humor or be concerned. Like, if you throw an especially dark joke around him, I can see him not commenting on it, but thinking to himself in concern "are you okay?" Lol
You're cheerful and bubbly while Douxie is a more calm and less cheerful/energetic person in my eyes (or at least the more modern, current version of him, not the one from Camelot), so I think you two would balance each other out well.
You two would be quite pleasing to the eye and aesthetically pleasant couple- just imagine, you with your long, blond hair and your super awesome and unique clothing styles and him with his black hair with blue streaks and his kinda emo look. You and Douxie would look amazing together imo.
He'd try to be there to watch your ballet performances. He probably would not always make it because of his jobs and other duties, but he'd try! He'd love to watch you dance so gracefully and beautifully. That'd be one of the moments when he'd think how on earth did he get so lucky to have you.
Horse riding dates <3 He may not be a professional at this like you, but we have seen from Wizards that he knows how to ride a horse more or less. Besides, you could always give him some tips and pointers, right?
And of course most importantly; your shared love for music! He'd be already in love, but if you told him you play instruments and write songs? He's absolutely whipped.
I can imagine you two having a sort of music sessions when you play your instruments and try to compose and write songs together (as a fellow music lover, I think it's super romantic).
Generally I think he'd find all of your hobbies very interesting and unique. Some of them may make him feel nostalgic because of his time at Camelot, like archery or your interest in herbal medicine.
He'd love how artistic you are, not only with music but in general and think you're very cool for being so talented, knowing how to sculpt, paint and do other artistic things.
I think he'd appreciate and share your interest about the world around us and the universe. Also, he'd be absolutely delighted to show you and impress you with some of his magic.
Douxie would eat anything that you cook and/or bake, he'd absolutely love it. Tbh, he'd eat anything as long as it was made by you, even if it was burnt to a crisp, because he's just nice and considerate like that <3
You like reading? Well, you're in luck. We know he worked in that bookstore. I think Douxie would let you borrow any book without actually buying it or just straight up give some to you.
Obviously, I can't just write about Douxie and not mention Archie, right? ^^ I feel like he could be wary at first, but after seeing that you're genuine and that you really care about Douxie, he'd warm up to you and start to love you. He'd probably be grateful for not being the only one to keep Douxie out of trouble anymore. He'd love all the pets and scratches you'd give him (although he'd probably claim otherwise). Douxie wouldn't know whether to be jealous, amused or to find it adorable lol.
A.N: I feel like this isn't my best work, but I hope you're satisfied anyway! This isn't proofread and most of the time I couldn't decide whether to write in present tense or "he would", so it may sound/look weird, apologies for that and for any possible mistakes.
