Dumping my Smith47 thoughts here. Mainly fluff and how I picture their relationship, and them living in the safehouse together. ❤️🩹
Their relationship starts slow, and they're really shy about holding hands and kissing each other. (Grownass men btw.) They attempt to get intimate, but just end up sitting on the bed with their undies on, while watching tv. (It's slightly awkward.)
Speaking of watching tv.. They like to watch nature documentaries together, while cuddling on the sofa. (You know when they give animals plot lines. Smith gets super invested in those.)
I think that Smith is actually a hopeless romantic. He's super lovey dovey with 47. He wants to spoil him and make him feel loved. It's about the little things, like waking up early for him, and making him breakfast, even though Smith loves sleeping in.
And 47 isn't used to receiving this kind of attention or love, so he's very awkward about it. Also, he never heard of having butterflies in his stomach, so 47 just assumes he gets weird stomach cramps whenever Smith is nice to him.
Smith is so tooth-rottingly sweet towards him, that 47 gets cuteness aggression. 47 can't help but bite his cheek or squeeze him like a stress toy.
47 spoons Smith in his sleep, but he totally denies those accusations. He's like a naked cat who loves cuddling with his fluffy cat boyfriend! (Apparently, sphynx cats love cuddling because they lack fur. That's super cute.. and did I make a cat AU? I did. But I'll talk about that later. Smith is definitely an orange cat.)
Anyway, 47 loves burying his face in Smith's hair.
This might be unexpected, but I think that 47 enjoys listening to Smith. Smith just yaps away, while he listens. It's like white noise. 47 doesn't really mind, as long as they're not in a high-stress situation. (That's when he gets kind of agitated, like in Le Chiffre.) Smith usually knows when to stop. I think he's actually not as high energy as expected.
47 has a lot of moments where he goes non-verbal, and he doesn't respond to Smith, but Smith just goes along with it.
47 doesn't like the fact that Smith smokes, but he does think it's sexy.. However, Smith's health is more important so he hides his cigarettes! Smith probably gets grumpy by the lack of smoking.
So, whenever Smith craves a cigarette, 47 gives him a kiss instead. (Now he's addicted to kisses!)
They like each other's scent. 47's pleasant, fancy cologne.. and Smith's very MANLY wood, leather, alcohol- whatever the hell manly scents are. (This dude smells patriotic.)
Smith is a little freak so when he does the laundry, he likes to smell 47's clothes.
Alright, that's it for now. Those are my gay thoughts. 👍 (Lowkey too much heteroslop in this fandom, i have to post something gay to cleanse myself.)
I decided to go back to the "stuck in the closet" fic, but this time it's 47 pov, plus a whole new section (which makes up the majority of this fic).
Here's (Part 1) from Smith's pov, if you haven't read it. (I'll probably put this whole thing on ao3 in the future.)
This part is NSFW!
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47 narrowed his eyes. A sliver of light had managed to blind him in this damp dark closet. Today was his lucky day..
He pushed against the closet door. It wouldn't budge. He tried to ignore it. He tried to ignore him, but his eyes began to wander, and they landed on the man in front of him. How could he look away when he was so close? 47 could feel the redhead's breath. Did he take a mint before this? How considerate.
Smith looked away before their eyes could meet. The sunlight became tangled in his lashes as his pupils darted around. It looked kind of.. pretty.
47 needed to focus, otherwise they would never get out of here. Once again he tried to press against the door, but to no avail.
It felt incredibly claustrophobic. 47 couldn't even move his legs, they were pressing against Smith's. He was wearing clothes for once, however, it didn't make the contact any less awkward. 47's legs started to tingle in a strange way and his palms began to sweat.
He leaned back, defeated. Why was he doing all this work by himself anyway?
"Smith."
The redhead was startled, then he looked at 47 with a somewhat pleading expression. It gave 47 another strange feeling.
"W-what's up?"
"Stop daydreaming and help me."
"S-sorry, you got a plan?"
Of course he had a plan.
"I count down and we break open the door when I say go. Put your weight into it."
It took a couple of tries until the closet doors flew open and both of them stumbled outside. Smith tripped first and 47 fell on top of him. 47 took a moment to breathe in the fresh air, then he got up and dusted himself off.
He glanced down at Smith, who looked somewhat disheveled. Then he reached out his hand.
"Let's get out of here."
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47 stepped out of the bathroom and tightened the belt of his white bathrobe. Then he looked over at the bedroom.
Smith was sitting on the queen sized bed, switching through the channels. Of course he was in his underwear already.
They both had to stay in the same town until tomorrow, because of their assignment. Diana had already booked a hotel room for Smith and him. 47 would have preferred a room for himself, especially after finding out they had to share a bed. It was too late to complain about it now.
He just had to accept his fate. It would be fine. It was only one night. Not even Smith would talk his ear off at this hour.
47 hadn't realised that he was staring, until Smith looked over and smiled at him. That smile of his.. it was quite familiar at this point. Smith gestured towards the empty side of the bed by patting it. The assassin crossed his arms and walked over. Then he sat down. The bed creaked slightly.
"Did you have a nice bath?"
"..Just a normal bath."
Smith scratched the back of his head, then switched to the cooking channel.
"Well, all that matters is that we're squeaky clean again. I was sweating my ass off in that closet.. ha.."
They sat quietly for a moment as the chef was chopping some vegetables on the tv. A steak sizzled in the pan. The sunlight reflected off the sharp blade as it chopped away.
Suddenly, 47 remembered the look of those lashes against the light. He remembered Smith's body against his.. and the strange feeling returned. It was frustrating.
The sound of rhythmic chopping filled the room. 47 tilted his head away and let out a sigh.
Smith looked over at him. Of course he noticed the shift in his demeanor, because he was the number one thorn in his side.
"What's wrong 47? You don't like the cooking channel?"
"..No, keep it on."
"Is the volume too loud?"
"No, it's fine."
"Are you fine?"
Smith asked, with genuine concern in his voice and 47 didn't get it. Of course he was fine, he was the best assassin in the world. Why even ask such a stupid question.
47's arms were already crossed, but he tightened his grip.
"47.."
That damn redhead and his disarming attitude and his deep, calm voice. 47 hated the way it made him feel, because he didn't know what to do about it.
"Listen, I know you wanted a room to yourself.. so I can sleep on the couch if you want."
No that wasn't it.. 47 felt bad all of a sudden. He didn't want to sound mean or push Smith away. He just felt overwhelmed.
"..Maybe we should just go to bed." Smith added.
"What do you think 4-"
Smith was cut off as a pillow landed on his face, then flopped onto his lap.
47 looked at him with a comedically blank expression.
"Pillow fight?"
Smith looked at him, bewildered, then at the pillow on his lap, then back at him. He started laughing.
"Wh-at?? pfft.. 47.."
47 grabbed another pillow next to him. Smith knew he meant business. He grabbed the pillow on his lap, and readied himself for another blow.
"You're full of surprises, you know.."
Smith shielded himself from 47, then attacked. 47 dodged masterfully.
Smith could have sworn he saw a smile on 47's face for a split second, but maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him.
This went on for a while, until Smith was too exhausted and fell back onto the mattress.
"I.. surrender."
47 loomed over him as he held the pillow with both hands. Scary.
"Heh.. that was fun. I almost.. forgot I'm 52." Smith said in between breaths.
He looked up at 47 who was still straddling him. He lowered the pillow. They looked at each other for a moment. During their intense battle, 47's bathrobe had undone itself and hung loosely off his shoulders. Smith could see his well toned body. Suddenly, he felt very aware of the situation. He felt how 47 was straddling him.. Now he was getting flashbacks to the time they were in the closet. It didn't take long before Smith turned into a tomato.
"..I think I need a drink." Smith said.
47 looked down at him. He looked kind of nice when he was exhausted. He also didn't talk much.
"47?" Clearly Smith was waiting for him to get off, but something kept him there.
"..Your lashes.."
"Mh..? My eyelashes.. is something stuck?"
47 leaned down, meeting Smith's gaze. Smith held his breath and his eyes widened. 47's expression had changed, he had never looked at him like this before, with such intensity.
"..I just.. think they look nice.."
47 said, somewhat breathlessly.
Smith's heart skipped multiple beats. What was going on? Was he dreaming?
"Th-anks.. mh.."
Smith's mind went blank as their noses brushed against each other. 47 put one hand on Smith's chest, and supported himself with the other. Their bodies moved on their own. Their faces tilted, trying to decide which way to go, until they captured each other's lips. As soon as they did, everything else felt automatic. Smith wrapped his arms around 47's shoulders, holding him tightly. 47 relaxed his body against Smith's, then slipped his arms around him. 47 was a clumsy kisser but Smith guided him with his lips. They were hungry for each other.
Their legs slipped into position. Smith felt the tightness of his underwear against 47's. Smith's dick twitched as they rutted against each other.
Smith held the back of 47's neck, rubbing it gently. It didn't matter how exhausted he was from that pillow fight, he wanted this.
"Mh.. let.. mhh-me take over.. on top.."
Smith tried to talk in between kisses. 47 took a moment to process what Smith had said, then they flipped positions.
The next moment, their boxers were laying on the corner of the bed, thrown away in a haste. The tv remained on in the background- drowning out the moans and noises. The bedframe creaked from the motion.
"Hh.. ugh.. you feel.. great.."
Smith could barely form words at this point, but he had so much to say.. maybe later.
"..47.. d-does it.. feel.. good..?"
47 replied with a quiet groan. Smith looked down at him. 47's face was flushed and his lips were red from kisses. Smith couldn't believe how beautiful he was, and that he was allowed to take care of him like this. He was allowed to spoil him. The thought of it made him light headed, but he couldn't stop now.
Smith gave him a deep thrust and 47's eyebrows twitched as he tried to hold back a groan. He looked up at Smith with drowsy eyes as he was leaking on his own stomach.
47 never really had the urge to do this before, but Smith was different.. he seemed to really care about him, he treated him.. normally- like a person. So, he wanted to get closer.. for once, he wanted something.
He felt another deep thrust and this time he couldn't hold back. Both of them finished at the same time. They were breathless.
Smith moved slowly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then he took a deep breath before talking.
"I.. hh.. I think I-love you.. is.. it to.. early to say this.."
"..I've known you for.. 25 years.."
"It's really.. been that long.."
47 pulled his head back down to give him another kiss.
