If Your Requests Are Open I Wanted To Request Something From James Potter X Reader Angst Obvious, Where

If your requests are open i wanted to request something from James Potter x reader angst obvious, where James is tired of Lily ignoring him so he starts dating y / n because he knows she loves him, they spend months together and Lily finally agrees to go out with james and he immediately goes with her, y/ n realizes that james never loved her

somehow or other we need james to regret it so maybe lily just used james, and he realizes how kind and cute was y/n

thank you, if you dont write this no problem

When I ruled the world.

James Potter x Fem!Reader. Summary: "You're one lucky girl" the Ravenclaw girl stopped her reading when she saw you. "James Potter" she said; "What a man". TW: MeanGirl!Lily Evans.

"So?" He asked, his pretty eyes and his smirk directed to you. James face was the pretties thing you've ever seen, his checks would turn into a beautiful shade of pink when he was sweating and running too much, just like now. "Whatcha' say?"

You blinked a few times, confused, happy, and honored to say the truth; "You want me, I mean, ME..." Making a remark on the last word you continued with your sentence, your fingers were playing with one another and you moved your foot in a nervous way, you looked everywhere, expecting this to be one of other Marauders prank. "...to be your, your girlfriend?"

"Yes" James smiled, wide and bright. He seems excited, you thought. He seems honest.

But no matter what he would say, there were a few things that you were unable to fit in the line of the history.

"Weren't you in love with Lily Evans?"

You asked, now in a lower voice since all of the Marauders and some Gryffindors were around the scene, not wanting to end in shame. James Potter having his first formal girlfriend was surely a big fuss.

"No" He simply said, and then laughed "Ok, I liked Lily" He remarked the "ed" in past; "But that was just, you know, it was puppy love. A child crush" He took your hand and left a kiss on it, James had a funny way of talking, it could make you believe in every single thing he was saying, his voice was soft, calm and it had that beautiful charm that those singers from the 60's would only have.

"I saw you trying to flirt with her"

You say, feeling insecure about his intentions.

"Yes, you see, when Lily and I became friends" He stopped for a second "I realized that when I flirt with her it annoys her, and I just think it's kinda funny. But that's it, I swear".

He seems honest. He seems real. And the bad thing about a rich only child with a tendency to always get what he wants and an arrogance bigger that the mere castle you were standing on was that, in fact, they knew how to lie, very, very well. But he looked honest. And how could you say no to those cute curls and those ocean blue eyes.

So you smiled, as you only know how, because James Potter was your puppy love and it went evolving till he became the man of your dreams. And now you were having the opportunity to live the dream.

"Yes" You say with your voice full of emotion and James smile got bigger too "I want to be your girlfriend, James Potter"

James has always been the theatre kid, he liked to make a big fuss of everything and he detested to share the attention, so when he was the first Marauder with a proper girlfriend, he had to trough a party. It had to be so big and so noisy to make Lily Evans know that James Potter has now a girlfriend.

James Potter was no Lily Evan's bitch anymore. He was a handsome man. The most handsome there was. He was charming, he was rich and you could swear was made by the gods above. He couldn't possible be spending all the time going after the same girl, he had to live.

"I thought you said Lily Evans was the love of your life" Sirius said, lighting a cigarette and lying on his bed.

"Yes, and she is" James simply answered.

Remus looked at him completely confused "Is your mind set on the state where you say that sometimes the love of your life it's meant to know but not to be"

James denied, laughing.

"I think he's more of a 'While the one isn't here, enjoy the wrong one' kind of guy"

"That's wrong"

"C'mon, moony. Why would it be?"

"That girl is completely in love with you"

"And I love her too" James says "We've been friends since kids. I just don't have the same kind of love she has for me, but I mean, I'm doing her a favor" James walks through the room looking for his Quidditch practice stuff. "She's always been head over heels for me. Take it as my charity work of the year"

"That's so wrong, Prongs" Sirius objects and Peter nods in agreement.

"C'mon, guys. What was I supposed to do? I'm tired of Lily ignoring me"

You felt your sighs conspiring against you when they started to desperately want to go out in the moment James was walking to you.

You look at him, sweating for Quidditch, but his curls prettier as only they know how to. You could get lost in James eyes, and anyone could, those deep ocean blue had something that would let you thinking. You would find peace at his eyes. Hell, you could swear that, if the one who must not be name was still alive, James Potter could've fix him by just looking at him.

"James, you're killing me" You wanted to give him your life. You kissed his sweaty cheek and he smiled, waving a moment to Lily who passed behind and then going back to you again. "I'll give you my life"

He chuckles, cheeks turning ever more pink "Stop, [y/n/n]"

"And listen to me James Potter" You say before taking a small towel from your back and start to clean his face "If my life doesn't fit you, you can make the mess you want with my heart and become the tailor of it"

"You're such a hopeless romantic"

You continue with his ears and let another kiss, this time in his lips; "How does it feel?" He murmurs in respond, you understand that as a 'what' and continue "That I like you so much, my love" You finish to clean his face and smile at him "That if one day you go with someone else, I'm going too"

James nods in disavowal and laughs at your joke. You didn't mean it literally. Because it was that. A joke.

"I swear, baby" James says "I know, I just can feel it"

"You're so ridiculous, Jamie"

"Noooo" He whines and comes closer to you; "The world put you with me"

"It was just our moms" You laugh.

"But the world put our moms together so we could be together" You mouthed a 'Dramatic' and he continued talking "And, I swear to you, my love; I'm not me without you"

"James..."

You warn before he could say something else.

"I mean, without you I think I'm just a Potter but you make me James"

You nod at him, trying to make James get in bed. He was so drunk right now, and you knew he will regret it tomorrow.

"Go to sleep, James"

"I love you so much, my beautiful girl" He says. "I'll gif you the stars if you want"

"I know"

"I'll gif you whatever you want"

You smile "I know, Jamie"

"Everything I am is yours" He says, eyes open, at this point you were surprised he wasn't falling asleep, on the contrary, he was well rested "Just give me a smile, for me"

You show him your tooth while smiling and he closes his eyes while chuckling in a dreamy way.

"If you want I'll give you the 24 hours my day has"

"I don't want that, Jamie"

"You don't want to spend 24 hours with me?" He asks, his eyes tearing but not because of sadness, but for how drunk he was.

"Of course I want, darling"

"If you want I'll take your hand for my whole life, and we'll walk through it. Holding hands" He says, voice starting to get tired and sleepy "Nothing can ever happen to me as long as you love me"

"James, go to sleep" You say, not getting used to how sweet your boy was. Not only when drunk, but he got specially cheesy when drunk. And they say "Drunks and kids always tell the truth".

"Ok, I'll go to sleep. If you give me one last kiss for the night" And you do, you take his lips and kiss him, and it feels as if you wouldn't be able to do tomorrow.

"I love you" He states and you shock. "It's ok if you don't say it back" James strokes your hair with sloppy movements "I'm not asking anything more than what you want to give me"

Soft strokes and some petting is what makes James wake up as they draw his skin. He chuckles and you smile, you're always looking for his soft and calming voice.

"Go to sleep, baby" You say when he stars to open his eyes "It's Sunday morning".

And the months were going by, and James found what he was looking for, if not more. And Lily realizes that loosing James was not worthy.

Everyone was congratulating you, you were the lucky one, you were the one that everyone wanted to be because every single girl at school wanted to date James Potter. And Lily hated that. Even if she didn't want to be with James, he wanted what he represented. He wanted people to want to be her, not you, but her. She was the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect friend, she needed to be the perfect girlfriend.

Remus laughed at what you said, he was tutoring you since you had problems with your last charm exam.

"So, [y/n]" Remus asked "How's everything going with James?" He smiled "I know he was your first crush since..." He made a pause "Well I just remember you went to Hogwarts together and you were already so in love"

"Well..." You started, dreamy voice and your eyes starting to shine "He was an amazing kid" You stated "He was the only thing I knew back then" You sighs, exhaling love over your pores "And he was sooooo so pretty" He shuts up and then talks again "He IS so pretty"

"So you go over looks" Peter intervenes for the first time, you laugh and look at him with cuteness.

"You know I don't" She continues "He's in fact a really good person; I mean, have you ever knew a boy more romantic and retailer? And he has such a way with words, he makes me feel like the most amazing girl on earth, he's always bragging about having me and he makes me feel so worthy"

Remus looks at you and he envies James for a second, he being able to find love with a girl like you is something Remus is gonna be happy for always, but he can't deny sometimes it was overwhelming, because he thought he could never get that love for himself.

But he was happy for both of his friends.

"You truly are the ideal couple"

"I know" you bragged, playing with your hair, so happy and so in love.

James stops a little from what he's doing and makes sure the door is looked and the silence charm is on. She looks at Lily pinned on the wall, skirt up and panties down. She's soaking wet and James is hard.

"James" She moaned "This is wrong" She opened her eyes and made him look at her face, pink cheeks and red lips slightly open with messy orange hair "This is so wrong" She faked worry "You have a girlfriend"

James murmured something, kneeling and while putting Lily's tight on his shoulder, he looked at her and said, with a short breath and horny voice "Fuck her".

"You' looking for James, love?" Sirius ask, looking at you and helping you to carry your books to the Marauders room.

"Imma' wait for him in your room" You answer shyly "If it's no problem"

Sirius smiles and takes you to the room "Nop. Let's go, I need help with my homework"

After a little fight with Sirius because he wasn't exactly the most patient person and you weren't the best teacher, your boyfriend arrived.

"James!" You yelled when your boyfriend appeared, you got up from his bed and went straight to hug him "I missed you so much"

James tries to comb his messy hair and rubs his hand with his trouser. "I missed you too, baby"

You leave a kiss on his cheek and pull him to the bed. Sirius looks at him confused. He know that hair, and he can recognize that smell. His zipper was half way to being up and he knew James was doing the walk of shame, it had been something he has done so many times for him not knowing how it looks like.

"Sirius said he was gonna give us a few time, along with Peter"

Sirius reacts after hearing his name and trying to not get mad at James, hoping and praying it was just a misunderstanding, he excuses himself.

"And Remus is studying"

You start, kissing his neck and taking your hands to his torso before he stopped you;

"I'm tired, darling"

"Oh" You say "It's ok" You get off from him and fix your uniform "Rough day?"

"Something like that"

James leaves a kiss in your forehead, dragging you into a hug. You are so pretty, he thought. It's really sad you're not Lily.

On the way to your trip, way to Hogsmeade. James was feeling particularly drag to Lily, but you were convincing yourself it was just because they were friends. They were very good friends.

"Jamie" You murmured, trying to find his hand to hold it but he dropped it. You tried again, thinking it was unconsciously and he didn't mean it. "I'm cold"

You say, hugging your coat when you can't reach his hand. He turns his eyes away from Lily to look at you and tell you; "Dar- [y/n]..." You frown at that "I'm gonna take Lily to see this store, since she asked me, you know"

You nod your head at his words "You're going with me to the library?"

"Tell Remus, he likes that stuff too"

You bite your lips trying to hold back your tears. He wouldn't hold your hand. He didn't call you "darling". He couldn't go with you. He send you with Remus. And even tough you love Remus, Remus is not your boyfriend, you don't want to be clinging to him, you want James, you want to hold James hand, you want him to give you his glove, to you, not to Lily.

"Ok"

You say with a tiny voice, the product of the tears you were retraining. He thought it was because the weather was cold, and it wasn't like he did care.

"Remmy" You whine while seeing James and Lily walk away. "Go with me"

"Sure, baby"

James was beyond excitement every time he sees Lily, but his eyes do not lie, and their shine belonged only to you, yet it seemed to not be enough. Because everyone wanted Lily Evans. The perfect Lily Evans, they were just meant for each other, they were Gryffindor king and queen. Not you and James, that was just one illicit affair from the king towards the kingdom, but they condole it long enough so he wouldn't be bored till the queen was there.

You were in the common room, sitting next to James and Lily next to her, they were talking while you were resting your head in his shoulder, yet unable to process his feelings and lying to yourself about the love he promised. You move to find another position and put your legs in his so you can lie on the couch.

But you see Lily throwing a look at him, and she touches his tight, and that's when he winnows your legs to make spacer for Lily instead.

And if somebody dares to ask, you could explain in heavy detail how your heart was slowly getting smaller, you could see how James took the only thing you had left between his hands and started to squelch it.

And in that moment, it hit you. He doesn't care. He never did. He was in love with Lily, but you were there, available. And he was bored. You were serve in a gold platter to him and it was you who have him and it was easier to get with you that chase Lily. You were his second option.

You got up from the couch and excused yourself from the common room.

You looked back at James and he was dumbfounded with Lily while she was looking at you, mocking and happy she got away with whatever her plan was. Not that it was completely her fault. James should've respect your relationship. James should've keep his promises.

You saw him the very next day, after he didn't bother to look after you, not in that moment, not later to kiss you goodnight. You knew you weren't prepared to talk to him, his past actions still burning heavy in your chest, your words couldn't possible scape your mouth even if you wanted to. So you just went by him. Ignoring everything he could say and running from his touch. Not that he did care. Lily was always there behind him.

By the time you were ready to talk, it just had been about two days and a few hours. But he went to Lily, looking comfort in the only person who he though he could rely. Of course he went.

You drag him out of his comfort and demand his time for you

"I want to break up with you" You say. Simply.

Letting all the anger you felt slip out of your mouth. He stars to prepare his mouth to lie to you and you cut him before he has the chance; "Please, don't you dare to say you love me"

"But I love you, [y/n]"

"Please stop, James"

"I don't know why you're making this. I-I"

You cut him, abruptly, annoyed. "Oh, you really don't fucking know? What about Lily, James? What about fucking Lily Evans?"

And James took that personal, because even if you never were suspicious about him cheating, he did, he did he ditched you to fuck Lily, and while you were just emphasizing her name, in his guilty conscience, it meant more.

"I mean yes, we were a little too much together but it was nothing serious. You know we're friends"

"You dropped my fucking hand to go with her, James. You dropped my TWO legs, just to let hers rest in your thigh" You feel your chest get heavier as the difficult to breathe it's more and more "You stopped yourself from calling me 'darling' in front of her"

You knew that if James apologized you will through everything for him, but even tough you weren't the type that he liked, you still holding into the belief that it's all been worth the fight.

James felt loose. Suddenly, having Lily around wasn't enough anymore, and most of the times she wasn't even around. She was always so busy. Lily would never let her responsibilities or plans to go with James. Not even when he needed it the most.

Not like you.

His heart was walking the corridors but no one could hear the message they were holding, not even you. You couldn't even look at her. And he would find his eyes clipped on you, waiting for you to realize he's looking at you and look at him.

He just want you to look at him.

But he would never ask you for any more than what you can give him.

"[y/n]" He said, with the saddest voice you've ever hear coming from him "Can- Can we talk for a moment?"

"Sure"

You say, sweet and kind. You cared. And it was a light of hope for James.

"I miss you so much"

You frowned and then smiled "Yes, I miss you too, James" You say and he smiles "You were my best friend"

"I was your boyfriend"

"I prefer to remind just the good things from people"

James' smiled disappears "You have no good memory from boyfriend James?"

"Should I?"

"I couldn't been that bad"

"James..." You start, cleaning with your hand some fluff from his shoulder "When you're in a relationship, it feels amazing. But, when in any given moment, you realize your partner is in love with someone else, and has always been, no amount of good moments can erase the feeling of being use"

"I wasn't using you, [y/n]... I"

"You were always in love with Lily, James. You were with me but your heart belonged to her. You belong to her. Not to me, and that's fine. I just want you happy. That's what love its"

"Ho- You, did you feel out of love?"

"Go to class, James"

"No" He insisted, holding your arm to not let you go "I know there's not a thing I could say or do for you to change your mind. I won't ask you for forgiveness or to stay, I just want to know; when did you decided this all was not worth fighting anymore?"

"I've gotta go to class, James"

You say and quickly sneak away so he can't hold you anymore.

"Oh, my, god" Marlene says, clearly mad "The fucking nerve some men have"

"The audacity" Alice replays.

You only smile and nod, finding your comfiness in the couch. James enters the room, the Marauders following behind, walking directly to their room, and when they cross the door, James breaks.

"I shouldn't have leave her"

Remus was about to say something but he just shuts, palming his back and trying to comfort the crying boy.

"Are you ready to tell us what's wrong, Prongs?" Sirius asks.

"Lily is cheating on me"

Peter laughs, earning deadly glances from Sirius and Remus, he shrugs and speaks "Well, honestly James, [y/n] was supposed one of her best friends, if she did that to her It shouldn't be a surprise for you"

"I'm her boyfriend, Peter"

"You can trust someone who stars a relationship with you by cheating on someone else"

James knew it was true. But he was still heartbroken, and he knew it wasn't because of Lily. It was because of you. He dies a little bit inside every time you ignored him, and he could feel he completely died when he saw you kissing a Slytherin boy.

A Slytherin boy.

Now, you were cheering for Slytherin, you were wearing green at the games, and you were no longer screaming James Potter.

It was Regulus Black now. You screamed Regulus Black at the top of your lungs. You kissed Regulus Black at the end now, no matter if he looses or wins, you were kissing his pale cheeks and combing his curl hair.

Regulus was so gentle with you, and he could notice at how he would hide his face in your shoulder when Slytherin loose instead of yelling the frustration out with you around.

James Potter lies in bed now, he cries himself to sleep, and now he feels what you felt. He would spend his days looking for the love that he had but now belongs to someone else.

Regulus Black was now the lucky one. And James was just some misfortune king.

He used to rule his world, now he wakes up alone, wishing he had something someone else had, sweeping the happiness he once used to own and everyone used to envy.

Now the new king was Regulus Black. He had everything. And everything was you.

And he discovered that the castle of happiness was built upon pillars of salt. There was not a single word that could’ve been say that would ever feel honest again. And his kingdom fell into lies, turned into poison and negation, People couldn't believe what he had become because he was trying so hard to convince himself he will be happy again. Just like he felt when he ruled the world.

Why did you do that to me i cant stop crying

Hope 2 | R.L

Paring: Remus Lupin X Wife!Potter!Reader

Summary: Life is unfair in numerous ways but it seems like it’s out to get the Potters in every way shape and form.

The huge eight-foot man who introduced himself as Hagrid was bringing Harry around London. It was amusing to see Hagrid turn his cousin - Dudley - butt into a pigtail after trying to eat his birthday cake. It was the first birthday Y/n, and Remus hadn’t shown up. Harry didn’t blame them. Of course, to be fair, they didn’t know where Harry was. 

“Um, excuse me, Hagrid?” 

“Yes, ‘Arry?”

“Where- Where are we going?” Harry questioned hesitantly, and Hagrids lips curled into a smile, “‘Er gon’ meet with som’ of yer folks.” Hagrid answered. 

Harry wanted to jump with joy, “Moony and Y/n?”

Hagrid nodded, and Harry smiled brightly. It took a couple of minutes and walking of a couple more blocks. But eventually, they were coming up on an old-looking building made of black stone bricks. In front of the door was a familiar sandy-haired male with green eyes. He was accompanied by his wife with h/c hair and gleaming e/c eyes. 

“Y/n! Remus!” 

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I fell in love

Escape || Remus Lupin x Reader SMUT

Request: no. A/N: I’ve been working on this for months. I am disgusted with myself for taking so long. Not fully edited, so probably lots of mistake. Forgive me. Word Count: ~9k Characters/Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader, James, Lily, and Harry Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew Summary: [NO VOLDEMORT AU, post Hogwarts Marauder’s era]It’s near a full moon, but you and your boyfriend Remus are going to Harry’s fifth (5th) birthday celebration. Remus gets really turned on when he sees you with Harry and tries to control it, but he can’t. WARNINGS: face fucking, breeding kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, spanking, marking (scratching, hicks, biting), grinding hair pulling, choking, teasing, dom/sub relationship, overstimulation, dirt talk [all in no particular order god I’m disgusting] *not my gifs*

A loud crash sounds from outside your bathroom, making you jump in surprise and almost slip on the slick shower floor. Out of instinct, your arms come up to cover your chest, though the curtain covers you and whoever it was hasn’t made it to the bedroom yet. Quickly, you turn the water off, and you’re left cold as the remaining hot water runs off of your body. You grab the fluffy towel you had set out and wrap it around your frame before picking your wand up from the counter and slowly opening the bathroom door. You sneakily move to the bedroom doorway and peak down the hall. A tall shadowed figure stands in the great room, a duffle bag in one of his hands, a wand in the other.

“Y/n” the familiar voice calls to you when the man sees you. “Hold on. Lumos.” A small orb of light sits at the end of the man’s wand, and you can quickly identify the face of your boyfriend of several years, Remus, from under the blue-glow of the wand’s light.

“Oh, Remus,” you sigh, and your shoulders relax. “You scared me.” You walk down the hall to him and smack his arm playfully.

“Hmm, I missed you, too,” he grumbles and leans down, kissing you.

The kiss is soft and quick, but still holds all the love you’ve both built up over the years. When he pulls his lips away from yours, you whine, not yet having opened your eyes as you revel in the messed feelings of his lips on yours. He had just spent two weeks with one of his best mates, Sirius, but he was now home.

“Rem,” you say as you open your eyes, but he’s no longer standing in front of you. “Remus?” You call and turn back down the hall.

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Bound to You: Series Masterlist [T.H]

Summary: A life you never wanted with a man you loathe. Life in the royal court has always been sour, but when you’re forced into a loveless marriage with the person you despise the most, you realize what little control you truly have.

Pairing: Prince!Tom x Princess!Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, major character death, forced marriage, depression, SMUT (easily skippable), typos, (more to be added)

Status: Ongoing

Chapters that include smut are marked by *

a/n: can’t wait to start this adventure with you! comments and reblog are greatly appreciated 💗

moodboard made by @evyzyii (she’s amazing, send her some love!) ps. she makes them for free ;)

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➳ Prologue: She Will Destroy You

Summary: (Y/N) hates lace trimming, satin, sipping her tea, and the entirety of her life in the royal court. But most of all, she hates silly British boys that happen to resemble frogs.

Word Count: 7.3k

➳ Chapter One: Love Persevering

Summary:  (Y/N) returns to court, burdened with the knowledge of the duty she must fulfill. Harrison proves to be the most trust ally in court, and Tom proves to be yet another hurdle for (Y/N) to jump.

Word Count: 7.3k

➳ Chapter Two: Tears of Gold 

Summary: In the aftermath of Tom’s betrayal, (Y/N) begins to feel more and more out of place at court. Nikki and Dom do what they can to push Tom to make the right choice regarding his marriage. (Y/N) is forced to face the girl in the mirror, and it’s safe to say that she doesn’t like her.

Word Count: 6.1k

➳ Chapter Three: Once Upon A Dream

Summary: Painted in hues of black and white, (Y/N) reminisces about her time in France as her and Tom are bounded to each other for life. James decides to fight for what he believes is his, Tom decides to do the right thing, and Hawthorne finally becomes aware of his fatal error. 

Word Count: 5k

➳ Chapter Four: First Love/Late Spring*

Summary: (Y/N) is definitely not a fan of hens in court, Nikki is more of lioness than originally thought, Tom needs to learn to keep his mouth shut, but it’s okay because he finds a better use for it instead. And Tom realizes that maybe he does like serpents.

Word Count: 9.2k

➳ Chapter Five: Two Birds*

Summary: (Y/N) recalls the last time she ever saw Dahlia and how strained her relationship with her sister had become before she left for France, her mother, as always, is no help to her emotional woes, but thankfully, now she has Tom in her corner. All is bliss on Tom’s birthday, until a certain lady with a vendetta against (Y/N) present her gift to Tom.

Word Count: 5.4k

➳ Chapter Six: All For You*

Summary: Tom has to do his best to win back (Y/N)’s affections and prove that his love for her is as true as love can be, Lizzie leaves with a final warning to (Y/N), and time flies as James makes the arrangements to weasel his way into the palace.

Word Count: 7.1k

➳ Chapter Seven: Violent* 

Summary: After the death of a loved one, Tom realizes where his priorities need to lie; with his wife and nation. Harrison pleads with Ivy to spare him the pain of heartbreak, while a certain someone pays him a visit, coincidentally looking for the same thing, though his intentions may be a little more… nefarious.

Word Count: 6.9k

➳ Chapter Eight: Exile

Summary: James can not pinpoint where it all went wrong as he plays back his fondest memories of (Y/N). Tom promises to make it up to (Y/N), granting her whatever she desires, which means sending Harrison to France to fetch someone dear to her. (Y/N) pays a final visit to her old friend, before their inevitable goodbye. 

Word Count: 5.4k

➳ Chapter Nine: The Stars In Your Eyes 

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𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝑜𝓊𝓉 | ꪑ.ꪑ.

fandom marvel

featuring matt murdock x reader (f)

rating NSFW / MINORS DNI / DARK FIC

content warning CNC (consensual nonconsent), roleplaying, dark!elements, matt losing control, unprotected sex, threats, breath play, semi public play, impact play, brief blackout, creampie kink, oral sex (f), use of a safe word, aftercare

summary the best way to keep his conscience in check is to let him stray every now and then. no one seemed to understand that but you.

word count 5k (yikes, sorry) / one shot

attention not proofread. do not read if you don’t like dark!fics (duh) because i’m not responsible for your media consumption and this fic contains consensual non consensual sex acts & abusive behavior! do not copy/repost/translate. reblog / give feedback. divider by @firefly-graphics !

“Look,” you exhale slowly, twisting the golden band on your ring finger as you consider the easiest way to let him down, “no offense but I—“

“You’re waiting on someone?” he asks, brows arching above the rounded edge of his dark glasses. “Husband, maybe, judging by the way you keep fidgeting with that ring. I’m guessing it’s a wedding band.”

you sigh, and nod, but answer quietly. “I’m married, but,” you glance around the bar, scanning each face, before your gaze falls on him again. the man on the stool beside you, his arm resting on the bar top, thick digits rimming the lip of his beer bottle. “My husband— he doesn’t exactly know that I’m here. It doesn’t matter, really, just looking to be left alone tonight.”

his smile remains, as if it’s been painted on his lips. he tilts his head to one side, as if he’s intrigued, or perplexed, by this new information. “He doesn’t know where you are?” a breathy chuckle escapes his grinning countenance, and it sends a shiver down your spine. “Don’t you think that’s a little dangerous? A girl like you?”

your eyes narrow, and you hiss, somewhat defiantly. “A girl like me? A girl like me can take care of herself, keep that in mind.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can.” he answers smoothly, the arrogance that has you gritting your teeth as his smile contorts into a flippant expression as he shrugs, “Didn’t mean anything by it, you just seem sweet. Your voice is soft and kind,” there’s a subtle twitch in the left corner of his mouth that you take note of, before he adds, “but I suppose that you’ve gotten good at lying to men, haven’t you?”

staring at him incredulous, you scoff, “Just what the fuck do you know about me, anyways? I—“

“I know you’re in some sleazy bar late at night, and that your husband doesn’t know where you are.” he leans close, as if whispering a terrible secret, his palm finding your bare thigh and rubbing firm circles, “I know you’re wearing a dress too short to be wanting to be left alone, and cheap perfume that you don’t mind wasting, drenching yourself in to… cover up the scent of the man you plan on cheating on your husband with. Should I keep going?”

“No.” you snap, fed up with the glaringly obvious truths spilling from his lips, “no. You should get up and walk away. Right now.”

this is the moment his aura shifts, the air between the two of you seems to thicken with tension and you can see his jaw working as he grinds his teeth. it’s almost intimidating, but you try not to seem too disturbed by it, clearing your throat, you turn back towards your nearly-empty glass, kicking your leg in hopes to shake his hand free of your thigh.

“It’s not going to fucking happen.”

the weirdest part about him was that he stayed. sure, he put some distance between the two of you, but merely moved to one of the tables in the corner. and that’s where he sat, drinking, waiting. you could swear that the man didn’t plan on leaving until you did, so you tested your theory.

you stayed until last call.

and the man did, too. he hadn’t talked to anyone else after you, just sat at the table and ordered beer after beer.

just as the bartender swaggered over to you, flipping a rag over his shoulder, you felt a body breeze past you from behind— it was his cologne. you turned on the stool to see him leaving the bar, silently, and taking careful steps, guided by a nearly rhythmic tapping of the white cane in front of him. you felt a wave of relief upon watching him leave— not that he seemed necessarily dangerous (just a massive prick), but you couldn’t explain the jitters you felt when his hand rested on your thigh. pensive, you run your fingertips over the affected area.

“All right, lady.” the bartender huffs, “You ain’t gotta go home, but ya can’t stay here.”

snapping back to the present, you nod, gathering your things and pulling yourself to your feet. “Oh! Right, sorry.” nibbling on your bottom lip, you settle your tab and exit the bar with a couple of late-night stragglers.

you hadn’t been expected the rain. a steady shower that had started sometime after you’d went inside, and now you’re standing in the middle of it, soaking from head to toe, and wishing you brought an umbrella.

you fish in your clutch for your phone to order an Uber, but think better of it. a cab, instead. there was one approaching from over the hill and you take a step forward, extending your arm to wave it over.

that’s when he grabs you.

one palm clamps over your mouth hard, whilst the other plants itself firmly on your midsection, hoisting you off the sidewalk and away from the street. your first instinct is to scream, a muffled sound drowned out by the rain. your next was to fight. you thrash wildly against your attacker, kicking until one of your heels flies off and lands in a mud puddle he drags you by, your arms flailing in attempts to reach his face. when they do, you feel thick, soaked fabric over his eyes, and no matter how you try to sink your nails in, you can’t seem to get a grip. the man drags you into the alleyway by the bar’s employee exit with you protesting violently the whole way. finally, he grunts when you grasp his cheek, and jerks it away, before flinging you on to your back on the metal door of the dumpster.

wheezing loud through his tightly sealed fingers, you arch your back, eyes fluttering as you feel every bit of wind knocked from your lungs. his hand is tight over your mouth but he leans close to your face. even in the rain, you recognize the scent of his cologne. the man from the bar, but he’s certainly dressed different. clad in all black, he appears as a wicked shadow of the suit-wearing asshole he was before. your eyes squint, blinking rapidly as raindrops blur your vision ever so slightly, but you’re glaring up at him, screaming obscenities through his palm and kicking your legs.

“You’re going stop screaming,” he mutters, lips hovering dangerously close to your cheek, “so I can take my hand off your mouth, or I’m going to have to make you be quiet. Understand?”

fuck him. fuck him!

you only howl louder against his hand, both hands latching on to his wrist. your nails bite at the thickness of his gloves, but you can’t tell if they actually go through.

his free hand comes down in a tight, strong fist and strikes the metal inches from your skull, a bang as loud as a gunshot making your ears ring. a strangled whimper dies in his palm, dizzy from the noise and grateful that you had narrowly avoided being hit hard enough to produce that kind of sound.

“I said you’re going to stop screaming.” he repeats. his fist must’ve been throbbing, but he didn’t let any discomfort reach the stoicism of his countenance, or what you could see of it— “Now, scream again, and maybe my aim gets a little better. Understand?” the grip over your mouth has his clothed digits digging into the flesh of your cheeks, and he uses the leverage to nod your head for you. “I’m going to take it off, now, and you’re going to behave.”

he does, and you follow his rules, for now. huffing, you attempt to suck in as much, burning oxygen as you can, sputtering raindrops.

“Smart girl.” he seems pleased, or at least approves of your cooperation, and he snatches the purse from your shoulders, tearing it open.

panting, you prop one elbow into the rusted metal you’re lain upon to try and push yourself up. “So what, you want.. money? Take it, Jesus. Could’ve just snatched my purse from the street.”

“I don’t want your money.”

and, you watch him punctuate that statement by emptying the contents of your purse on to the concrete, sparkling like night stars. a small handgun, compact mirror, cellphone, wallet.

“Then what the fuck do you want?”

his hand latches on to one of your ankles, yanking you to the very edge of the dumpster so abruptly that you lose your balance and fall back against it with a soft grunt. “I want to give you what you want.” he murmurs, gripping both of your knees to pry them open. no matter how hard you try to close them, he’s much too strong to compete with, and he forces them wide enough for him to step between with ease. “What you were looking for the moment you stepped foot into that bar dressed the way you did.”

you dig your knees into his ribs from either side with a furious snarl. “No!” you exclaim, pushing yourself up again to throw both of your arms in his direction. he lays a palm flat against your sternum and overpowers you with ease, holding you down with your spine flush against the dumpster. he was so goddamn strong, you remember thinking, that fighting against him was practically useless. “I don’t want this,” you hiss, and he uses his teeth to pull the glove off of his free hand and discard it beside your writhing frame, “I don’t want this.”

“If it makes you feel any better, you can keep repeating that mantra,” he murmurs, his now bare hand delving between your open thighs to find the warmth that lives there. fist curling around the thin fabric of your panties, with one jerk, he’s torn them from your body with a horrible sound echoing around you. he grunts low, like a beast, when he finds it; the rough pads of his digits worm their way underneath your delicate nether lips, and for the first time, you see a grin etch his lips upward, flashing pearly white teeth, “but your pussy’s wet, you know. Drenched, actually.” wrist craning, his thumb presses hard on your button like he knows exactly where to find it and you suppress a needy moan, hips rocking to try and escape his filthy caress. “Been that way since I told you that it was dangerous being out here alone. I could smell your juicy cunt in the bar, you know that? Even from across the damn room, I could feel the warmth radiating from it, fucking needy, little pussy. Tell me I’m mistaken.”

even with the chill of the raindrops on your face, the apples of your cheeks burn with humiliation. had you truly been turned on at the prospect of danger, or was this masked man full of shit? you couldn’t remember properly, like everything before his hand between your hips was a distant memory. his first, two digits tease your clenching hole before he pushes them in and hooks them there, like an anchor inside of your body. the moan escapes you now, tearing through your tightly pursed lips like a bat out of hell. “You’re mistaken…” you murmur, but the excited fluttering of your walls against his fingers gives you away.

“And you’re a bad liar.”

his fingers dive deeper, curling every few centimeters or so, and you grit your teeth, your own hand covering your mouth to prevent any more moaning. still, it was hard to deny how good it felt, the skillful prodding of his digits. “Goddamn, that’s a tight, little hole.” his breathing had become somewhat ragged, like he’d been running a marathon, but only after he got to feel you. it was you that was making him this way, pant and grunt and dig his fingers into the fabric of your dress where he still held you down. “Just begging to get stuffed full of dick, isn’t that right?”

you shudder, body aching at every syllable as it hangs in the air around you. your legs tremble against his taut frame, looking up at him with a bleary gaze. allowing your hand away from your mouth, you push against the wrist that plants his palm firmly on your chest, “Don’t—“

but the sound of the zipper whirring makes your head spin. puts you on edge. you squirm until you’re partially crumpled on the lid of the dumpster, neck craned as far as it will without pain to see him retrieving himself from the fabric prison of his inky trousers. even in the blur of the rain, the dim lighting of the barren alley, you see it. thick and heavily veined, already rock hard and throbbing. ready to fuck you into an oblivion like you’ve never experienced before. the thought makes your stomach turn, for all the wrong reasons.

temporarily stunned, you don’t even realize that his hand has slipped from your chest and, instead, cradles the back of your neck, urging you forward.

“I gotta feel that tight cunt wrap around my cock right fucking now,” his words are an exhale, a spectral version of a statement that has goosebumps raising over your arms and legs, “be a good girl and take it.”

the force at which he enters you is astounding. if you weren’t so wet, it might have even hurt. you suck in a whimper that was threatening to fill the air between the two of you as he bottoms out, swelling your canal to max capacity with a single thrust.

“That’s it,” he moans, jaw clenched tight, he hauls you closer to his body, slumped in a forced sitting position with your legs swinging helplessly at his hips, “that’s good.” his grip on the back of your neck seems to tighten, pushing you closer to him as if he couldn’t get deep enough to satiate his lust for the destruction of your cunt.

you mewl, lewdly so, and slam the sides of your fists against the broad expanse of his solid chest. the fabric that clings to it makes a slick thudding, like the sound you may hear if you jumped on a wet trampoline. “You can’t!” you protest, choking back sounds of pleasure that so desperately wish to assure him that he most certainly can, “You can’t do this! Stop! Stop—“

the familiar sensation of his thick palm clamping over your lower mandible returns to shut you up, only this time, his thumb and forefinger pinch your nostrils closed at the same time. “I said I needed your cunt, never said anything about your mouth—“ he grunts, his rutting finding a violent pace as he jackhammers himself into you. you dig your nails deep into the sleeve that covers his forearm, wriggling helplessly as the masked devil takes you. “I’ll take it, too, when I’m done wrecking this sweet, little fuckhole, but hush up until then.” your eyelids flutter, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen reaching them. he doesn’t seem to care, though you get the feeling he’s aware, and he shifts, positioning you like a rag doll, with one of your legs thrown over his bicep so he can force it back towards your chest when he leans forward, opening you up for a more thorough plowing.

the angle gives his throbbing length access to new depth, and the swollen head of his cock batters your insides with reckless abandon. “Yeah,” he spits, husky and starving in your ear, “Yeah. Dick’s way deep in that pussy, isn’t it?” he can feel the vibration of your sobs of protest melding into helpless moans of ecstasy. “I know you like it, sweet girl, I can tell by the way you’re gripping me right now— holy hell, what is it? Hubby doesn’t fuck you hard enough? That why you’re here, throwing yourself into the water like a piece of fuckmeat, and waiting to see what shark is gonna come up and take the bait?” you gurgle in response, lids heavy but you force them to stay open, sinking your teeth into the glove. it wouldn’t be enough, you realized, it probably didn’t even hurt. but you were in a whirlwind of sensation, your belly churning as your walls milk his girth. he grunts, gasping for a proper breath as he keeps yours nonexistent, his lips smearing saliva and raindrops over your cheek before he snarls, “Fuck, fuck, fuck—“ the expletives sound especially sinful when uttered in that coarse whisper, broken into base syllables, edged by the pleasure of hurting you. by smothering you.

smothering. the word rings true as your lungs ache and yearn for oxygen, you start to jerk and squirm, hoping to -at least- break a gap between his fingers to suck air through, but he holds you tight and close to his heaving chest, your forehead smashed against it. “You wanna breathe, sweet girl?” he teases wickedly, plumbing your depths with a ferocity that had to be unique to him. “Because I’ll let you, all you gotta do is cum for me, first. You’re close already, I know it—“ he groans, his jaw tight, “I can hear your heartbeat, fast like a scared little bunny, and feel how tight your little pussy is getting around me, you’re gonna cum so fucking hard, huh? Even harder because you can’t breathe.”

he’s right. heavens, is he right! your climax washes over you like a tidal wave, pulls you to the depths of ecstasy like an undertow. you thrash like you’re drowning, screaming muffled through his hand until your throat is raw and sore, and you see white specks, like stars dancing about him. darkness burns the edges, vision like vingette as you quiver, locked in place. “That’s it, good girl,” he huffs, forcing you to ride through your orgasm, “give me a nice, big one. Just… like… that…”

dizzy is no longer a strong enough word to express how you feel. you’re beyond dizzy, you’re weightless. you’re floating through space, directionless, helpless, and utterly broken. your grip loosens on his wrist, only slightly, and he reacts in turn, releasing your mouth and nose to strike your cheek in rapid slaps, bringing you back into the consciousness you’d been slipping out of. “Come back, sweet girl, come on. Not, ah, not done with you, not yet.”

the breath you take almost feels like the first one. it’s new and it burns all the way down, you sputter and spew rain drops, choking on sweet oxygen when you come to, eyes wide and trying to adjust. you flail in his grip, temporarily disoriented and scared, until he hooks that one leg over his shoulder and grips the back of your neck with both hands, fingers interlacing against your nape, forcing your chin towards your flouncing breasts.

“I want you to watch,” he pants, ragged and needy, in your ear, “watch me fuck your little cunt and tell me what you see.”

you’ve no choice with the way he’s pressing your chin into your chest. you moan but it’s a strangled, frustrated sound. “I—“ you pause, pursing your lips to try and kill a whine of pleasure; it doesn’t work, “I—I see your cock going in and out of me!” sucking in another breath, your eyes are glued to the vividly obscene display where your bodies connected, “And, fuck, you’re going deep-p— my— I came all over it!”

he’s buried his face in your neck, sucking on the tender skin and teasing your pulse point with his teeth to muffle his own, needy moans. “Yeah?” he asks, “Is your clit nice and swollen? Aching?”

you bite down on your lower lip, “Y—yeah…!”

he inhales deep, teeth grazing your collar bone, rutting more erratically. “Play with it.”

you shudder at even the thought of touching the screaming bundle of nerves. “I can’t— I’m too sensitive!” you protest, shaking your head.

“Not gonna tell you again,” he huffs, “rub your greedy pussy for me.” his jaw tightens, and you can feel his member palpitating deep inside you. “Shit, I need to feel you cum again.”

you try to look at his face, adjust your body so you can see the muscles in his jaw pulled tight, or at least so you could see something other than your body swallowing his cock like you were starved for it. one, trembling hand approaches your sex with caution, fingers prodding experimentally at your clitoris. the slightest poke sends electricity through your veins, and you let out a pathetic, little squeak.

“Keep going.”

you swallow hard around a lump in your throat but obey, rubbing your nub harder and quicker. you groan, half in pleasure and half from how sensitive you were— how it almost hurt to touch yourself now.

“Ah, fuck,” he moans in your ear, heavy breath sending chills down your spine, “you’re getting tight again. Heart beat kicking up. I bet you feel that churning in your belly, don’t you? Don’t stop, sweet girl, make yourself cum on my cock one more time.”

you hated that he was right; loathed that the constant decimation of your sex and the new stimulation has brought on a second orgasm. you convulse, eyes rolling back when you cum for the second time in a matter of minutes, this one hitting you much harder than the first. expletives spill from your swollen lips and tangle within labored breathing; your hips jut forward to meet the violence of his rutting, to accept the battering he deals you with a masochistic lust.

“I’m close. Real close.” you could already tell by the way his moans had turned into hisses of breath, and how he throbs inside of you, but hearing him say it only extended your orgasm for another few seconds. “I’m gonna cum— gonna fill you up, sweet girl.”

you didn’t even have time to protest.

warmth engulfs your interior, spreading through your belly like a wildfire, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his moans muffled and vibrating the flesh of your throat.

several seconds pass.

you can feel his seed oozing from the join of your bodies, sticking to your thighs and smearing over his pants, and he stays there, getting his breathing under control, while he deposits what seems like years of pent up sexual frustration into your guts. after what seems like a lifetime of aftershocks shared between the both of you, he retreats, using one hand to pull himself free while the other holds your nape, flinging you off of the dumpster and on to the concrete below. you land on your feet, but your knees are like jelly, and you melt to the wet ground shortly after, panting, wheezing. looking up at him, looming over you, you can see that his cock is twitching madly, but his grip on it is tight, thumb massaging the protruding vein. was he… was he stroking himself back to life?

aware that going another round with this man meant your willpower would be completely shattered, you roll yourself on to your knees and look around, heart beating fast and hard against your ribs. you catch sight of your phone, a few feet away, and scramble towards it, extending your hand for it. you were so close that the tips of your fingers brushed across the screen and it lit up, the words FACE ID NOT RECOGNIZED USE PASSCODE flashing.

then, you feel his hands in your hair. delving deep against the roots, he yanks hard, and your back arches, knees digging into the gravel. “Ah!” it’s partially a cry of frustration, and partially a startled gasp.

“You thought we were done?” he asks, chest heaving as he drops to his own knees behind you. the grip on your scalp keeps your head forward, tilted back, and he wedges his knees between yours, forcing them wide open again. you moan, helpless and weak, when you feel the rain mixing with his cum on your thighs, more oozing out of you. “We’re not done.”

“Please!” you whine; you know how pathetic and tiny you must sound to him, but you can’t help yourself. “I can’t cum again! I just can’t!”

“Sure you can, sweet girl,” he scoffs, every word laced with acid, “I’m gonna make it easy for you.” he leans in close to your sex, inhaling the concoction of scents. yours and his, before licking a thick stripe between your nether lips. you squeal, trying to crawl forward to escape the tingling in your toes and the throbbing of your clit, but his grip is too strong. “I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue until you beg me to stop.”

your thighs quaking, you mewl and babble and beg him to let you rest, to stop this torture of never ending orgasms, but he’s too deep between your thighs to listen. his tongue dives into your abused hole, slurping on his own taste as well as your desire. he nibbles on your folds, one hand planted firm on your ass cheek with his fingers dug in deep. you reach for the phone again, and groan when you see that it’s just out of the way, the very tips of your digits can only just ghost over the home button. the visage of salvation just beyond your fingertips, leaving you at the mercy of the man in black taunts you.

his couplet encases your clit in warm, tongue swirling around it, and you can feel the stubble on his jaw rubbing you raw. your whole body is shaking so violently that you’re forced to brace yourself with both palms on the concrete. “I can’t,” you moan, desperate, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…” those two words are repeated over and over as he devours your core, another orgasm fast approaching. you were at your limit. you were done.

“Silver,” you whisper, breathless, and you feel him stop and pull away from you. “Silver, Matty, silver.”

your name falls from his lips. not sweet girl. your name. he releases your hair, but his palm falls to caress your face as he crawls up to kneel at your side. you rest your fiery cheek against the bare palm and look up at him— his mouth is sparkling with your arousal coating that and his jaw, but his lips are pulled downwards in a concerned frown. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine. Just really sensitive, now.” you assure him, grabbing on to his arm with both hands to haul yourself into a sitting position, “I just—“ you tilt your head, shaking digits pushing the black mask from over his eyes. those gentle eyes. then, you cradle his face in both hands and guide his lips to yours in a soft peck. “Take me home, yeah?”

“Baby?”

“Hmm?” you hum, softly, running your fingers through Matt’s freshly washed, damp tendrils as he rests his head in your lap. the two of you had been curled up on the couch in that spot since after your shower together, where you took turns washing one another carefully. it was somewhat of a routine, and one that assured him that he had done no real damage to you during the session.

he turns his head, resting the back of it against your thigh. you pause, before brushing along his scalp near the top of his ear instead. he looks up towards the ceiling, hand reaching for your face. your free hand gently guides it to your cheek, and you nuzzle into the caress. “Why do you do this?”

“Do what?”

“All of it. The game, the safewords… why?” he doesn’t seem disappointed or angry, but merely confused. “No one’s ever really done anything like this with me… For me.”

you tilt your head, thoughtfully twirling a damp lock of his hair around your forefinger. “You told me before, that you had the devil inside of you.” he nods, still not getting it. “Well,” you start, watching his countenance carefully, “The devil’s like a dog trapped inside. And if you never let a dog out of the house, they rip up furniture, eat things they’re not supposed to. They destroy things because they’re bored, understimulated.”

“So, what you’re saying is that all of this is you metaphorically taking the devil inside me for a walk?” his brow quirks, and he chortles lowly in amusement.

you scoff, shaking your head. “Not exactly, and thanks a lot, you just screwed up my metaphor.” your fingertips glide over his scalp and towards his forehead, drawing soft, loving circles about his temple, “Every now and then, the devil needs to be let out, needs to breathe and run. If we keep him stimulated in a safe environment, there isn’t any need for him to destroy, is there?”

Matt cocks his head to the side, “But who says it’s all that safe? I could hurt you one of these nights.” his voice lowers as he says it, as if simply uttering the words brought a sadness over him.

you arch your eyebrows, “You would never hurt me, Matthew Murdock.” sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you turn your head to press your lips to his fingers, kissing the golden band on one of them in particular, “I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t trust you.”

“And if I don’t trust myself?”

“Then, trust me.” you murmur against it, “Trust me.”

he seems pensive for a moment, and is quiet as he thinks. “All right, I trust you, baby.” he smiles, letting go of your cheek to instead pat his lips with the pad of his forefinger twice. it was his way of telling you to kiss them. you do as instructed, leaning over to press your couplet to his, and you smile into the embrace. “Mm… even though you go to sleazy bars in town late at night without telling me.”

a giggle bubbles, uncontrollably, out to break the kiss and you nip at his lower lip with a playfully thoughtful hum, “Well, I guess that means you just need to fuck me more, Mr. Murdock.”

“Oh?” he chuckles, too, and sits up, turning to angle your chin up towards him with his forefinger curled beneath it. the pad of his thumb runs over your lower lip, and he grins wide. “I think I can do that, Mrs. Murdock.”

I REALLY NEED TO KNOW IF HE VISITED

Lost All Control || Druig (Eternals)

summary: though he swore off any remorse or love for humans for the last thousands of years, he met y/n. a mortal who he had taken a liking for, she taught him about the tenderness and the beauty of humanity. he knew her life was fleeting and his not, he had kept the secret from her for a little over two years. that is until his “friends from college” drop in to tell him that the end of the world is near.

a/n: i saw eternals & lost. my. mind. not only was this movie one of marvels finest works but GOOD LORD THE CAST!! MIGHTY FINE & GOOD ACTORS!! i plan on writing about the others but for now i’m writing about druig <3 (also i think my title is funny because druig’s power is basically controlling minds, & this is about not having self control.. wink wink wink….)

warnings: angst/slight fluff, fingering, f!receiving oral, teasing/praising, & unprotected sex (PRACTICE SAFE SEX IRL THO!!)

words: 5.1k

*SLIGHT SPOILERS*

Immortal. Eternals. World ending.

The three things she couldn’t stop repeating in her head as he further explained it all to her. Her mouth went dry and her limbs felt numb. Her foot fell asleep and she hadn’t even the urge to wake it. She wondered if she was drugged, or if this was all some sort of dream. It felt like a sick twisted joke but by the stern look on Druigs’ face there didn’t seem to be a punchline.

She sat at the edge of her bed, swallowing the urge to vomit. He watched her face contort while trying to understand. Druig let silence befall the room, letting her take her own time to find the words. Over these past centuries he learned the importance of thought before speech. Humans who didn’t think before they spoke made fools out of themselves while those who took time to think then speak were eloquent and well spoken.

“So, that whole thing about your past life and your family was a lie?” She asked, staring at the floor.

He cleared his throat. “Parts of it, the people you met the other day who said I knew them from college they are also Eternals” He began to explain. “They were based off of those figments of family”

She scoffed and stood up, walking around the small space of the room. “And, your power is basically manipulation of one’s mind?” She said while squeezing her fist.

“Yes, I suppose that’s it to put it simply” His accent was softened as he spoke.

Pinching the bridge of her nose she looked at the man before her. His arms were crossed over his chest which had pulled his black t-shirt up ever so slightly. She let out a shaky breath while holding her elbow close to her body.

“So, what was all of this?“ She threw her arms up in the arm motioning to the entirety of the space surrounding them. “Is this all some sort of sick little power play, huh?”

His arms fell to his side as he stood up straight. “What? No, Y/N that’s not-“ His explanation was cut off instantly.

“Do you get off on messing with helpless little humans? Is that it?” She was now yelling at him, tears pricked her eyes with anger.

Druig came closer to her with his hands held out to her. “Y/N, please calm down” He said quietly.

She backed up holding her hands up. “Why did you make me think we could be together?” She asked now with much more anger and hurt in her voice. “Fucking hell, you made me think of some kind of future with you even though you knew that could never happen”

“I never intended to lead you on if that’s what you think, it was never my plan to end up…” He paused in his speech, while standing still respecting her need for space. “Look the point is, I do care about you”

She shook her head with her eyes closed. “Did you ever use your powers on me?” Y/N asked him still with her eyes shut.

“You can’t be serious” Druig said with a bit of hurt in his voice. “Are you? That is, being serious?”

“Dead, now tell me over these past two years have you ever even used your powers on me once?” She asked again with her eyes boring into his.

He licked his lips and swallowed softly while staring back at her. She waited watching as a crease formed between the center of his eyebrows. She laughed, not one of joy or humor but a scornful laugh at her own question and the response she’d received of utter silence.

“That’s just fucking fantastic isn’t it” She scoffed while turning around.

“I haven’t even said anything” He fiercely defend himself as he made his way over to her. “You didn’t even give me a chance to explain-“

Druigs’ words were cut off quickly by the swift swing of her hand to his cheek. He touched the part of his cheek which had been struck which now tingled with feeling of her hit. Although he was an immortal being her strength was noticeably strong, nothing like Gilgamesh but still. Holding his cheek he looked at her with dismay.

“Your silence speaks much louder than your words ever have” She spat at him as she began to leave the room but he caught her wrist.

She shimmied her wrist, trying to detach from his grip. “Let go of me” Y/N said through gritted teeth.

“No, I won’t until you’ve calmed down” He said while grabbing both of her wrists.

She did her best to shake his grip but he was impossibly strong. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you just use your powers on me, huh?” She taunted him. “Go on! Make me stop fighting! Isn’t that what you do?”

His grip tightened as flames grew in his eyes. “Enough” He said in low tone with his lids slightly hooded as he stared at her face.

“Cmon, Almighty Druig! I’m just a pawn in your game aren’t I?! Just make me stop fighting you!” She yelled at him still fighting his grip.

“I said that’s enough!” He shouted while pressing her against the wall, still clamping her wrists. “I told you to calm down”

They each stood motionless, seething with rage as they stared at each other. Y/N became more aware of the position they were in as he held her against the wall. He towered over her as he breathed heavily. His bent knee was between her legs, a preventative from her escaping.

With anger still boiling throughout her surveyed his face. Even now when she was incredibly angry at him she felt a soft pang in her heart while looking at him. His smooth face and deep blue eyes has her enthralled. The moment they met she was attracted to him. It wasn’t just his looks but it was that silver tongue of his. Just a few words and he had her hooked. She awaited for him to speak knowing that might be her breaking point.

His lips parted for a second then closed, almost as if he was teasing her with the idea of speaking. He saw displeasure spread across her face because of this. Druig sighed while hanging his head.

“I need you to calm down and start thinking rationally” His voice was smooth and comforting. “Either speak to me civilly and calmly or don’t speak at all”

All at the same time that she wanted to hit him again she was we captivated by him. It wasn’t his powers that made her feel this way she knew that at least. An unknown force drew her to him ever since they first met. So, as she huffed she began to cool down. Her eyes once burdened with anger now softened as she looked up at him. His left cheek still wore the pink hue of her slap.

“Oh, you want me to shut up hm?” She asked still with anger thick in her voice. “Why don’t you get me to shut the fuck up, I’m sure that’s one of your powers huh?”

Looking up at him she leaned towards him, and he followed as she brought as they brought each other closer to themselves. His warm breath fanned over her lips as she intercepted his touch with her forehead.

He smirked as they stared at one another. “Darling, I don’t have to use my powers to make you be quiet” Druig licked his lips after he spoke. “You of all people should know that”

They stayed like that for a moment, before she crashed her lips into his. A hungry and wild kiss befell them once their lips met. Druig released her wrists from his grip instantly and placed his hands at her hips, pulling her body flush with his.

A low groan escaped his lips into her mouth as they kissed. Her hands pressed against his firm body curving over his shoulders with a tight grip. She moaned as his hands reached for her thighs and moving up to her ass squeezing it as her hips rolled into his crotch. Arching up into his body as his tongue found its way into her mouth. With his hands holding her ass up her legs wrapped around his waist. He pressed his hips into hers eliciting a soft whimper from her. His lips curved into a smile as she rolled back into his hips into her own.

He moved his mouth to her neck, attacking it with deep kisses and soft bites. With his mouth still latched to her neck he carried her to the bed. As she lay flat on the bed his hands traveled up to her waist and to her shoulders. His fingers played with the spaghetti straps of her tank top, pulling them down to further. With his smooth hand movements he gripped her waists tightly causing for the tank top to ride up as he continued to kiss her neck.

She squirmed beneath him as his large hands reached the expanse of her chest. His thumbs ran across her hard nipples. She was thankfully braless in the lounge clothes she decided on wearing, and he had hoped that she was panty-less too. He gripped the rim of her tank top and pulled it over her head as she sat up.

Removing his mouth from her neck he smiled at her bare chest. Feeling the plush of her breasts and examining the pert look of her nipples underneath his touch. Her hands found purchase in his dark brown hair, massaging his scalp and tugging at the dark locks. The pull of his hair caused his head to shoot up and she gave him a devious smile as she grabbed the rim of his shirt. Taking it off of him with fever, her eyes lit up as she looked at his body.

His forearms bore muscles as he leaned on his hands while his chest and stomach were toned. The marking of his abs was faint but still visible nonetheless. She ran a single finger up to the middle of his body. He wore a smug look as she devoured him with only her eyes.

He slid down the bed, falling to his knees between her legs. Her eyes were locked on him as his hands rested lightly on her knees. She shifted slightly to the edge of the bed wanting to feel him where she needed him. He smirked knowing what her body was asking him even without her acknowledging it. Hooking his fingers with the waistband of her her shorts then tossing them aside he was happy to see the common theme for her undergarments.

“Hm, always wet for me aren’t you?” His question though rhetorical she felt an urge to answer it.

Druig touched her the inside of her thigh, rubbing soft circles into them before moving to her lips. Running up and down the folds to collect and spread the wetness. He rubbed her clit with his thumb causing for her to let out a strained sound. He watched her with his cool blue eyes as she thrashed ever so slightly at his touch. Soon his fingers were teasing her entrance. She let out a whimper which shot to his cock, hardening him more than he already was from just the sight of her.

Despite his love for teasing her he decided not to waste his time. His fingers fully sunk into her and hooking as they found her g-spot. Her back arched up as she let out another sound of pained pleasure. He chuckled darkly as his thumb toyed with her clit and his fingers were able to press in and out of her. She gripped the sheets beneath her tightly while she tried to hold back her moans and pathetic pleas.

Placing a hand at her lower abdomen he held her in place as his other hand continued its work. “You’re holding back from me” His deep accented voice sent chills up her spine. “Cmon, Love, let go for me won’t you?”

At his request she let out a deep moan as his mouth traded places with his thumb. Sucking her clot harshly as his tongue flicked over it wildly. She lifted herself up in order to watch him. His eyes trained to hers as her face contorted with pleasure. She reached for his hair, pulling his head further into her pussy.

“Oh fuck, Druig” His name rolled off her tongue like it did a thousand times. “Feels s’good”

He loved to hear her speech slur as he made her feel dizzy with pleasure. Tugging his raven locks even harder caused him to let out a soft hiss of pain. Pulling his fingers and mouth from her made her cry out.

Looking up at her with his lips glossed with her juices her smirked. “You’re getting antsy” He said while licking his lips. “It’s alright, I like when you get desperately pathetic”

He said causing her only whine in response, he laughed once more and shook his head. “I’ll give you what you want only if you ask for it” Druig say back on his calves while watching her lips form into a frown. “Don’t pout at me, use your words”

“I want you to fuck me” She muttered while her eyes darted around the room, he always had a way to make her feel so small.

He titled his head with a twisted smile on his lips. “You’re forgetting something” Druig leaned forward with his palms pressing into the floor.

Rolling her eyes at the smug man between her legs she parted her lips to speak again. “Please, will you fuck me?” She asked him with desperation in her voice.

Just moments ago she had been yelling at him and wanting to hit him. Yet now as she was laid out on her own bed naked and soaking wet she wanted nothing more than to be fucked by him.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He said as his face dove back between her legs.

Though his cock was delightful so was the feel of his tongue between her folds. She moaned loudly while wrapping her legs around his head. His tongue explored every inch of her pussy, flicking and pressing her clit then drifting to the entrance of her vagina to curl up inside of it. Sinfully sweet sounds filled the room as his face was buried between her thighs.

He hummed at the taste of her which vibrated her clit causing for her vision to go blurry. His cock strained against the fabric of his boxers and pants. Her juices now ran down his chin and chest as he sloppily ate her out just as she liked. He held her thighs tightly with her strong hands, squeezing them tight enough that they might leave bruises.

She grinded her pussy into his face as he continued to tongue fuck her. Pulling his hair forcefully as she let obscenities fall from her mouth. The pleasure she felt from just her tongue had always amazed her.

Much to her disappointment he pulled his face from between her legs. Gasping for air as he wiped his chin he crawled up the bed to kiss her. She moaned into the kiss as he held her hips and flipped her so she was straddling his lap and he was laying on the bed.

He looked at Y/N, her hair tossed around framing her flushed face and bare body as she sat atop him. His hands roamed her body enjoying the sight before him. She chewed at her bottom lip as she felt his fingers pinching her sensitive nipples. Lifting his face up as he stared at the awfully blank canvas of her breasts.

With a mischievous look on his face he pressed his lips into her breasts. Sucking the skin and leaving soft marks with his teeth. She rolled her head at the feeling. His mouth moved up to her nipple letting his teeth graze over the hardened nipple erupting a soft shriek of surprise from her. He chuckled against the mound of flesh before pulling away with a shit eating grin.

Without missing a beat her speedy hands found his belt and unbuckled it as fast as humanly possibly. Druig merely laughed at her fumbling with the zipper of his jeans instead of offering any help. She managed to remove his pants quickly with the help of him kicking the bunch up material off his ankles.

Y/N now wore a proud smile of her own as she saw his hard on tented up in his briefs. Hovering her wet heat above his covered cock which she now reached for from the outside of his underwear. He let out a quiet sound of pleasure as she grabbed hold of it.

It was her turn to see him thrash around at the pleasure she was giving him. He raised a brow watching her motions not knowing what to expect. Her hand began to stroke him teasingly from the outside of his underwear. He was able to hold back full moans but still soft sighs and whispers fell from his lips. His face scrunched up delightfully as her hand slipped underneath and found the head of his cock.

His pre-cum dropped onto her hand as she moved it down his cock. He moaned as he jutted hips towards her hollowed out hand. Wearing a devious look she leaned to give him a deep kiss as her hand continued to twist and tease him.

Although he was the mind controlling she had him under some sort of spell in this moment. His body fell limp to the caressing of her hands and the feeling of her lips against his. The urge to control had left him.

That is momentarily, very momentarily.

With his mouth still attached to hers for the hungered kiss he pushed his pants and boxers down then kicked them off his ankles. Y/N too caught up with the kiss and the movements of her hands hadn’t realized that his hand was making its way to hers. Pulling his mouth from hers he gave a quick peck to the bottom of her jaw. He pulled her hand from his dick and let it fall to the center of his chest.

“Figure that’ll be enough teasing for now” He whispered to her, laying his accent on thicker than ever. “Bet you’re dying for my cock in you”

She laughed then moaned as ran the head of his cock between her folds. “Yeah, and I know you’re dying to feel my pussy around your big cock right?” Y/N taunted him as she rubbed her pussy against him. “Go on, fuck me… I know you want to”

One hand held his hardened length at her hole waiting, but after her “cute” taunts he decided no more waiting. He pressed the full length of his cock within her causing for a loud gasping moan to erupt from her. He smiled as she fell forward to hold his shoulders, that smug look disappearing instantly.

“Love, I did say no more teasing, didn’t I?” He said in a sickly soothing voice as his hands ran along the curve of her sides. “I was being serious”

She merely whimpered in response as his hand found her clit rubbing it slowly as he found a slow rhythm to start with his strokes. She rolled her hips back and forth as she gripped his shoulders tightly. He could feel her nails leaving marks in his skin as they bore into his shoulders for support. The pain didn’t bother him so much, and he always loved leaving the bedroom with a mark from her.

He continued his excruciatingly slow pace with his fingers and his cock. They both let out deep moans and shuddered breaths. The room grew hot with their sweaty bodies and warm breath. Each time he slowly pulled out of her he pressed in even slower. Druig made sure once he was half way in, to send a hard pump into her. She let out shrieks each time the head of his cock pounded at her g-spot.

The feeling, although fantastic, was missing something. In an effort to steady her breath she let out panted moans. Druig watched as her lips quivered as she searched for the ability to speak. Deciding to add to the fun he began to fuck her even harder, it was somehow possibly even at his slow pace.

Let out crying moans as he payed attention to her clit with his strong fingers. “D-Druig” She muttered as her eyes fluttered shut. “Faster”

He raised a brow, “You want me to go faster than this, eh?” Druig asked her slightly out of breath himself and she nodded.

“Mhm, please” She begged him while rolling her hips against his hand and cock.

Smiling he reached up with a free hand and brushed a piece of hair which was determined to stay in her face. Tucking the strand behind her ear he simply silently watched her. Y/N was trying to quicken the pace already, the rhythm she set rubbing against him was faster than his.

“Well,” He said in soft tone leaving her with wide expectant eyes. “Since you asked for it so nicely”

With one hand he held her up and the other stayed at her clit. She anxiously watched as he repositioned himself in order to give her what she wanted. Finally, he had the perfect spot and she knew it too. Whimpering at him she tried to press herself done onto his cock. He gave her a twisted smirk then shook his head. She paused, now staying still waiting for the second he might begin.

“Now, that’s a good girl” The praise from his husky voice left shivers up her spine. “And good girls get what they ask for”

In that instant he resumed fucking her, but this time with an impossibly fast speed and the same amount of pressure behind each pump into her. Not a single coherent word left her lips, only the repeated mantra of his name and moans. He managed to be more composed even as she tightened her pussy around his cock.

He groaned loudly while rolling his neck. “That’s it, taking my cock just like that” Druig licked his lips as he looked up at her. “Good fucking girl, aren’t you?”

Y/N adored hearing Druigs' praise through his own shaky moans. Admiring his tensed up body, she let her hands slide down from his shoulders and chest. He suddenly pressed his tip all the way to her furthered point. Weakened by the feeling of him, she let her palms lay his flat stomach as she stabled herself.

Seeing him laying back again motivated Y/N to make sure he would be moaning out her name. Sweat glistened on his chest, which rose and fell heavily. The look of both concentration and enjoyment on Druigs' face was an indication of how close he really was.

She couldn't stop thinking of how good she felt for the first time in a long while. The affect Druig had on her was incredibly strong. Now as she sat on his dick it was apparent just how much he affected her.

He rubbed her arms lightly as he drove himself into her sensitive pussy. Y/Ns' hands slowly slid up his body, finding their way around his neck. Druig smirked towards her through his grunts and soft groans.

“K-Keep fucking me like that" She instructed him while holding back her sounds of pleasure. "Right—unh fuck—there"

Druigs’ fingers never stopped assaulting her clit as she bounced on his cock. The stimulation of the two had made her grip around his neck tighten. He let out a deep moan at feeling her grip around his throat. Y/Ns' body began to shake followed by her loudest moans yet. Her indication of being close to climax didn't make him stop, at that he (somehow) went even harder.

Druig felt tired but he would never let himself slow down at such an intoxicating feeling. The image of Y/N hanging her head of hair over him while letting out the hottest sounds would be in his mind for weeks. Or even years if he was being honest with himself.

"Gonna.. Gonna cum" Her words were slurred between her hard exhalations. "Ohhh Fuck"

He amped up the pressure of his fingers against her clit. "Good—shit— I'm gonna cum too” Druig managed to speak clear enough for her to understand. "I can feel you pulsing ... go on c-cum for me"

At that simple direction, she came hard. Shouting out swears and moans of his name as her entire body tightened. Druig didn't stop the motions of his fingers on her clit even as she finished. Y/N whimpered while shaking softly, she was extra tender and his fingers overstimulated her crazily.

There was something so enjoyable to her about feeling such a pain within her pleasure. Watching her unravel with over stimulation brought Druig to his own climax. He gasped quietly then pressed his head back into his pillow while softly humming out 'Y/N...' Filling her with his own mess as he reached his point.

Y/N fell forward into his sweaty chest and panted unceremoniously with his breathing. He stroked her head as their bodies stuck together. Wiping sweat and tears from her face he littered the areas he wiped with kisses. She smiled and snuggled into him as he did so.

Silence filled the room as their breathing finally settled. Druig lifted her off of his cock before grabbing his boxers from the floor and his t-shirt. Pulling his boxers on he threw his shirt at Y/N. She nodded him as a ‘Thanks’ and pulled it on. He exited the bedroom without speaking, thoughts ran wild in her head.

They weren’t as rampant and irrational as they were before. Pulling her knees up to her chest she took in slow deep breaths. He came back into the room with a dampened wash cloth and a glass of water. Aftercare was always import to Druig, no matter how rough he’d be during sex he’d always care for Y/N afterwards.

Handing her the glass of water he waited and watched as she took at least one sip from the cup. After that he pushed her legs apart and with the washcloth wiped up the combined mess they’d made. Before tossing the washcloth Druig have her a soft smile.

“There, much better I hope” He said while kissing her forehead to which she nodded about. “Good”

He settled back into the bed letting his arm slink around her. They cuddled together once again surrounded by silence. Just filling their minds with thoughts and absentmindedly touching the other. Whether it was the circles he drew into her bare hip or the connecting of moles/freckles on his chest.

“I guess I just needed some sense fucked into me” She said while looking up at the man who just laughed and shook his head.

He held his hands up defensively before speaking. “Your words not mine, Love” He whispered as he came close to her face.

Laughing at her own joke she laid her head in the crook of his neck before sighing. “So, this is really it huh?” She said while dragging her finger over his shoulder.

“I really wish it didn’t have to be but,” Druig sighed then parted his lips again. “I’m immortal and you’re mortal it just..

“It wouldn’t be fair for either of us to stay together” She finished the sentence for him whilst nodding. “I get it, I hope I meant something for you during the tiny part of your life”

He frowned then lifted her chin up to his face. “Y/N, you are the only reason I have continued to have hope in humanity and wanted to protect it” He admitted as he ran his thumb along her chin. “You taught me how truly meaningful all human life is, no matter how flawed this planet is.. You’re the reason I’m doing this mission”

She nods and squeezes her eyes shut releasing a tear. “Please don’t cry, it’s okay” He reassured her while wiping the tear away.

“Agh, I’m sorry sorry god.. Just promise you’ll visit me?” She looked up at him with her large and expectant eyes. “You know even if I’m all old and burdened with ugly wrinkles”

He let out a hearty full laugh as a bright smile spread across his face. “Old age could never either your unending beauty” His smooth words sent butterflies to her stomach. “But of course I will do my best to visit you, just remember I’ll always be watching over you even if you can’t see me”

She nodded then shared a quick kiss before settling back into him. “Tell me more, about your life” She said quietly. “I want to know more about the real you”

He obliged then cleared his throat before explaining his expansion past. Of course, he shortened it but nonetheless everything was still so fascinating. She couldn’t imagine him back in these crucial times in history yet he was there.

After he finished telling her what he could she sat silently. He took that as a sign, she was really processing what he had to tell her. Or it was all too overwhelming? He didn’t know how she’d react.

“Well at least this explains everything” She said abruptly breaking the silence.

Druig lifted his head up. “What does any of this explain?” He stuck his tongue in his cheek while waiting.

“The sex, no human man has ever been able to last as long as you do or even come close to making me feel that good” She said with amazement over her face. “You have to have centuries of experience to be that good”

He gave her a smug smirk with a raised brow. “Well, I’m glad to have been the best lay you’ve ever had aye?” She rolled her eyes and settled back into his chest.

“Don’t let it get to your head too much” She said now regretting sharing this information with her.

“Darling, my ego is already inflated just from those pretty little sounds you make when I fuck you” Her cheeks were burning up as he stroked her head “And how you beg me?”

“Fuck you” She whispered as she stared at his stomach.

“Wow, ready for round two already?”