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Dust to Dust.
˚✧₊⁎♡˚✧₊⁎˳ by allie! (wannabevampire)
read part one first <3 ~ashes to ashes. <- click me!!♡
☆18+ NO MINORS.☆ also, no copying to other sights. period.
pairings : matt murdock x druig x reader (m/m/f)
☆mean-dom!matt (and soft-dom!matt)
☆sub!reader (she has her switch moments!)
☆switch!druig (he is submissive as fuck in this here!)
summary: druig humiliated you. revenge is sweet.
warnings: dark!!!! pet names because matthew is a menace, overstimulation, sex, death threats <3, degradation & humiliation, smoking & cigarettes, choking & slapping (no directed @ you), protective Matty!!, soft!dark Matt Murdock, bondage (not on you), blasphemy and religious symbolism, voyeurism & exhibitionism, dirty talk, masochism & sadism, (Matt calls Druig puppy but there’s no pet play or anything like that.), dumbification, knife play, blood, (talk of murder and gore, but it doesn’t actually happen. not directed towards reader!) hurt/comfort but like in a deeply fucked up way? this is dark but everything is consensual. subspace (you & druig 😵💫), tagging dubcon for druig just in case. please let me know if i missed anything!
note: thank you for 1.2k tumblr followers <3 you guys means the world to me! i’m always here for you, and i’m always down to make new friends! (and flirt with random ppl on the internet! shameless self plug, go follow my nsfw account @futurevamp1r3 !! 😵💫)
!this is a dark fic! however it is not dark or violent towards you directly. matt is very soft with you! it’s still pretty fucked though o_0
☆~i spent a lot of time on this! hope you enjoy :]
♡~just a lil fic from your fave degradation princess! <3 (allie!)
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Tuesday.
12:08 pm
ring…
You bounced your leg up and down nervously.
‘shit. was this a bad idea?’
ring…
You brought your hand to mouth, your fingers fidgeting against your lips as you mindlessly tried to distract yourself from what you were about to do.
‘would he even remember you? what if he was being sarcastic and you just didn’t pick up on it?’
ring…
You glanced nervously at the clock, not that it mattered in the slightest what time it was. Merely a desperate attempt to convince yourself that what you were doing was completely normal every day business that should be accompanied by completely normal every day behavior!
‘fuck. would this even be worth it? maybe you should just hang up, back out now before it was too late.’
ring…
Yup! This was a ridiculous idea, it would never work and would most likely leave you humiliated and hurt. It would be in your best interest to just move on.
You began to lower the phone from your ear, aiming to hang up as soon as possible and block his number. Hopefully he would just forget-
*click!*
son of a bitch.
“Pretty girl, I was wondering when you’d call.”
fuck.
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word count: 2.3k
warnings: SMUT (I apologize in advance I kind of hated writing it), blood, angst, arguing, swearing. Minors DNI thank you :)
a/n this is my first published smut piece pls be nice, I’m literally terrified to post it. it’s not kinky or anything, just good old fashioned sex.
summary Druig is instructed to watch over Y/N, and things don’t go as planned.
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read time: 8 mins 29 seconds
“You don’t have to be here, you know.” you sighed, dropping down on your couch. “I actually do,” Druig said, taking a sip of his drink. “Ajak’s orders.”
“All because of that one small tiny incident?” you giggled, stretching your body over the arm of your sofa. You were already tipsy. “Carful,” Druig said, catching the glass of champagne from your hand that was about to spill. “It wasn’t a small incident Y/N.”
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˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ. pairings: druig x gn!reader
˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ. warnings: 18+ minors dni! toy use (vibe) teasing, edging, cockwarming, hair pulling, scratching, spit kink if you squint hard enough, slight exhibitionism, druig and reader fuck during a phone call. this is. porn. with no plot.
˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ. word count: 1,755
˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ. a/n: hehe. no notes, i’m high. @sweetdreamsbuck u were in my mind for this one. i never edit, all mistakes are mine. reblogs & comments welcome!
18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. BY PRESSING READ MORE YOU AGREE YOU ARE 18+
“what is it, dove?” his hot breath was against your skin, back leaning against his chest as you sat in between his legs. your fingers were gripping his thighs, leaving small crescent moon shaped in his exposed skin from his boxers. his lips were sucking softly under your ear as he had his hand between your legs and a vibrator against your clothed clit.
this was his favorite way to tease you over your clothes while you were slotted perfectly in between his legs, your back against his chest and the back of your head leaning against his shoulder. the sounds you emitted were like music to his ears, only making his hard cock press harder against your lower back.
you whined softly as he began to trace your clit in a figure eight with the head of the vibrator, making sure to press a little harder the louder you whined. your head was foggy, not being able to think about anything other than the way your legs shook softly, clenching and unclenching with each movement of his hands.
he hated when you weren’t verbal with him, mostly because hearing your breathy, needy gasps went straight to his cock and made his heart feel full, that you needed him as much as he needed you.
but he couldn’t let you cum, not yet atleast. you had been a brat all day, teasing him with flirty looks, touching him as he’s on call with his job during virtual meetings. this was your punishment, the start of it anyways.
“ya know i got another meetin’ soon, love.” you hugged softly as he eased the pressed on your clothed clit, but kept the same steady figure eight. his lips kissed down to your shoulder, nipping the skin.
if it was his choice, he’d miss this meeting all together. but he couldn’t, especially while being virtual he didn’t have any excuse.
your hips jolted as the pressure was firm on your clit, a soft bite on your neck. druig hummed against your skin.
“o-okay.. shit..” you could feel your orgasm approaching, and you knew for a fact that he would make you cum in your panties. he didn’t care. you squirmed under his touch, breathing heavily as you let out a moan. but at the right moment, he pulled back the vibrator and switched it off, kissing your neck softly up to your earlobe and spoke softly.
“gonna cum on my cock later, okay my love?” you could only nod as you let out a breath you were holding, frustrated you were denied your release but you knew it would only be much better on his cock.
he got up from behind you taking the vibrator with him, leaving you trembling and frustrated you couldnt cum. he went over to his desk, set the vibe down before pulling his boxers completely off. his cock sprung out, hitting the bottom of his abdomen and you could tell he was red and hard, pre-cum leaking down the side of the mushroom tip. he looked over at you for a second before pulling on a shirt and sitting down at his desk, arms on the armrest and patting his bare thigh for you to come.
you obeyed, of course you did. as you were near him, he grabbed your panties and tore them off hungrily, tossing them to the side and pulling you on his lap, his cock brushing against your already swollen clit.
“sit.” he commanded softly. you listened, sinking down on the tip of his cock and moaning softly as you finally felt him stretch you out. it always hurt at first, until you slowly sink down further and it turned to pleasure. his cock was able to slip so easily inside your cunt because you were soaking from his teasing from just a few moments ago.
as soon as you were sat fully on his cock, you felt him twitch inside you, and you knew he was enjoying this as much as you were. you rolled your hips teasingly on his cock, his hands going to your hips to stop you and his finger tips bruising your skin.
“move and ya wont cum.” you could only nod, as you pouted. he grabbed your face with his thumb and forefinger making you look at him. he leaned in and caught your jutted out lip in between his teeth and sucked on it softly before pulling away with it and letting it go.
“you gotta be quiet, love. understand?” his hips slowly moved, and you could feel his cock shift in your cunt. you let out a soft sigh of pleasure as you felt him move slightly, already brain fogged from earlier. but he wanted a verbal answer. he picked you up easily and slammed you back down on his cock making you cry out.
“yes! druig.. i got it..” your body shivered as you felt the tip of his cock press against the sweet spot in your cunt. he combed your hair back behind your ear and kissed your shoulder.
“good girl.” he leaned over and his cock shifted in you as he pressed the ‘answer’ button to the voice call. there were about six or seven people on call, mostly of them with their camera’s off including his. but his mic was unmuted.
the meeting began and you felt trapped, just wanting to shift on his cock to feel him fully slam into you again, but you knew for a fact that he wouldn’t let you. after a few minutes, druig reached and grabbed the vibrator, switching it onto the lower setting and placed it on your clit.
your hands went right to the arm rests and your head rolled back onto his shoulder, biting your lip to the point where you drew blood as he moved the vibrator in those dastardly figure eights.
“yes, exactly. we will have everything ready by the beginning of march.” druig’s voice was loud and professional as he was playing with your clit and your cunt was stuffed with his cock. it only made you wetter. he could tell, too. as he felt a new wave of arousal drip down his balls and onto the chair.
“fuck.” he leaned forward and whispered against your skin as he continued his movements on your clit. he didn’t know that would turn you on so much, but it did and in turn he felt his cock twitch.
you couldn’t help but feel that forming of that tight knot in the bottom of your stomach, making you clench around his cock earring a soft bite on your shoulder blade. “don’t, sweetheart.” you let out a very faint whine only druig could hear, but unfortunately for you, you weren’t supposed to make any noise.
he leaned over and pressed mute on the mic, standing up with you and tossing the vibrator to the side not bothering to turn it off. he pushed you against the wooden table, pushing the papers and miscellaneous items to the floor.
“wanna disobey me, baby?“ he slowly pulled out of you, pushing back in and making you moan softly at the well needed movement in your cunt.
he grabbed the base of your hair and tugged harshly, making you moan out as your chest lifted off the table, your neck being pulled backwards. the pain in your scalp could only make you clench around him again, eating a groan from him as he pulled his hips out of you and slammed back into you.
“told you to be fuckin’ quite, didn’t i?” as he slammed into you at a brutal pace, the sound of his skin slapping against yours and your moans were the only thing drowning out the meeting druig was supposed to be in.
“what do you think, dru?” one of his co-workers asked him through the speaker. druig smirked down at you, slowing his pace just enough where you wouldn’t hear him fucking into you. he leaned over and unmuted the mic, clearing his throat.”
“i think that’s perfect. gives everyone amble time to finish their work.” he kept his pace, slow and agonizing, hitting the sweet spot in your cunt as his coworkers talked and he was unmuted.
you leaned your forehead down on the wooden table as he kept his pace, the feeling of his cock dragging slowly against your walls made you bite your lip harshly. he went to mute the mic again, without warning and slammed harshly into you, letting go of your hair and running his hands down your back, leaving long, red marks from his finger nails.
“look so gorgeous marked up for me.” he groaned softly, his pelvis hitting your ass. his hands came to rest on your ass cheeks as he pulled them apart slightly, sticking his tongue out and letting a trail of saliva fall down onto his cock as he slid back into you make the most sinful sound he had heard to date.
“fuck.. this sweet lil cunt takes my cock so well. so fuckin’ good fa me.” he reached around to your clit and started to rub it in circles, making you moan out, pressing your ass against his thrusts.
you felt the tight knot in your tummy, your hands gripping the side of the desk and leaning your head back as your back arched.
“s-so close.. dru please..” he let out a groan as you called him dru, it only sounded good coming from you as you moaned his name.
“go on, love. cum fa me.. make a fuckin’ mess on my dick.” a few more swipes of his fingers against your clit had you crying out, clamping down his cock making it difficult for him to thrust out, so he pushed his hips flush with your ass as his cock twitched in your cunt as you came on his cock.
“good girl.. fuck.” he cursed as he felt your pushy not letting of his cock, which made his orgasm reach him, spilling into you and filling you up to the point his cum leaked out from your abused cunt and onto the floor below.
“shit.. dru..” you leaned your head on your arm against the wooden desk as he leaned over, his cock softening inside you as he pressed soft kisses down your spine.
he reached out to his laptop as he continue pressing kisses on your skin and closed the lid in the middle of the meeting.
he had to take care of his baby.
Watching You
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Pairing: Druig x fem!reader Word Count: 3.4k Warnings: PinV sex, unprotected sex, self pleasure, fingering, masturbation, age gap if you want, degradation, swearing, dirty talk, talk of voyerism, kind of more grey Druig, breeding kink. A/N: Unedited and not ADCU but I've shamelessly rewritten one of my Flip fics because I am horny for Druig.
You could always feel him watching you, his eyes following your form wherever you went, the whisper of him being felt against the walls of your mind when you thought you were alone. You would sometimes see him out of the corner of your eye, standing there, shamelessly watching you go through whatever it was that you were doing.
Druig was never stealthy about it, didn’t try to hide his blatant interest in you. He wasn’t shy when you caught him watching you as you’d bathe yourself.
He was the one that made the first move. It was completely deliberate. Druig knew you were there, knew you were watching him through the small crack in his door as his head was thrown back whilst he was tugging at his thick cock. You had been completely entranced by the sight of him.
Of course, all you could do was return the favour of a viewing a few mornings later. You had made your way to the reclusive shores of the river knowing that he was trailing after you, just a few steps behind.
You had spread your legs wide, foot propped up on one of the rocks as you let your hand drift down to rub quick circles over your swollen clit. Your other hand massaged your breast and tweaked your nipple.
It was the start of a small routine that the two of you got into; him watching you as you would finger yourself. It was exciting, exhilarating, it was a rush of adrenaline that you could never get tired of. The thrill of him watching you in combination with the possibility of getting caught as you were out in the open created leg-shaking and toe-curling orgasms.
It was filthy, dirty, how you could make yourself cum as your leader watched you, but, after all, you lived for him and only him.
You didn’t think that it was going to go any further than that. His eyes were, of course, always lingering but he never said anything. Never acknowledged the delight he felt over seeing you cum over your fingers.
You preened at the thought of being closer to him. You needed to feel his skin against yours, your craved it wholeheartedly. You did everything to please him, making sure to work extra hard, taking extra care when doing your chores in the hope that it would please him.
You were at the edge of the village, harvesting fruit in the gardens when you felt the whisper of him again. You pretended not to notice as your less than proper dress — that was not in accordance to any sort of dress code the rest of the commune was adhering to — rode further and further up your legs as you crouched in the garden.
You knew Druig had noticed it. He noticed everything about you, even things that you yourself could be unaware of. His eyes would flicker over the hem, intoxicated by the sight of more and more of your skin was revealed to him.
You didn’t hear him come up behind you but all of a sudden he was there. And close. Much closer than you had ever been to him before.
“Hello.” You swivelled on your feet, almost falling over in your haste to turn toward his voice.
He looked down at you with that smile. That smile and look in his eyes that made you feel like he knew everything about you, ever single though you had ever had, and every emotion that had ever ran through your body.
You straightened up quickly, coming to your full height as you timidly replied to his greeting with wide eyes.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.” His smile transitioned to a smirk as he took in your flustered state.
He was so close. You couldn’t get over it, the smell of him invaded your senses until you could barely focus on anything else.
“You’re needed in the kitchen.”
It wasn’t necessary for him to be so close just to say that, if it was anyone else he wouldn’t even have volunteered to go. It was all deliberate. He wanted to see how flustered he could make you.
-
Such a simple and small interaction, yet it affected you as if he had licked and nibbled at your clit until you came all over his fingers.
It caused your steps to speed up as you made your way toward the river that afternoon, Druig just a few paces behind you, unseen between the trees.
You were almost desperate as you wiggled out of your dress. Quickly discarding it as you stood at the shore as your hand found it’s way to your sweet spot.
Druig didn’t try to hide this time once he saw you pleasuring yourself and you enjoyed seeing your audience for once.
It was different, fingering yourself as you stood up. Your fingers didn’t reach quite as deeply as they usually would, but you were still quick at making yourself unravel.
You licked your fingers clean slowly, sucking them into your mouth, unashamed of your actions as you gave him a small smile before dipping into the water.
-
He was all you could think about that night as you laid awake in your bed, lost in the thought of him, and you could ignore the urge anymore.
You walked quietly through the camp, tip-toeing your way to the hut that was his in a trance.
He knew you were coming, of course he did. You weren’t surprised to see him laying awake in his bed, watching you as you came slinking through the door, closing it quietly behind you.
“Finally, she arrives.” He rested his arm behind his head, propping it up with the other on his stomach, looking at you with glee with each step you took closer toward him.
“I almost didn’t think you were going to come.”
“No, you didn’t think that.” Your patience was almost none existent at that point, you didn’t have time for the games Druig loved to play. He had known that you would come to him.
You came to a stop by the side of his bed, almost as if you were waiting for something. Was it an invitation?
“You’ve been such a bad girl, teasin’ me.” A few wrinkles appeared between his eyebrows as he reprimanded you with a twinkle in his eye. Yes, you had been “bad”, but hadn’t he been as well? Besides, shouldn’t bad girls be punished?
“I thought you liked watching me? Liked being watched? You certainly haven’t been complaining.” You leaned closer toward him, hovering over him slightly. Coming just close enough that you could smell the intoxicating scent of him. It made you delirious and dizzy, completely drunk on not even the touch of him.
Druig’s eyes had grown darker, trading that warm blue for something much colder. You felt a small shiver run down your spine in thrill.
“All I’ve been able to think about is your fingers, fucking me.” That did it. Druig grabbed a hold of the nightshirt that barely covered your front, pulling you down toward him in one swift move.
His lips devoured your own in a frenzy. It was like Druig could never get enough of you, biting and pulling at your lips. His tongue explored your mouth with a delighted moan, and you grew wetter with every nibble.
Druig guided you to sit on top of him, pushing and pulling at your clothes to undress you as you went as he bucked up into you. You could already feel the hardness of him so clearly and a breathy moan slipped out of you.
“I’m gonna fuck you right here so everybody can hear what a dirtyfuckin’ whore you are.” He practically spat the words at you, finally having you undressed you so that the entirety of you was ready for his touch before switching places, being the one to hover above you.
“Or maybe, I should fuck you out there in the open, so they all can see how well you’ll take my cock.” You couldn’t help the whine that slipped out, and a grin grew on Druig’s face as he heard it.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You fucking slut.” At that moment you didn’t care what Druig decided to do with you, you would take any and all of it like the good girl you were. He could spit in your mouth, tie you up, and fuck you in the middle of the village for all to see and all you would do is say thank you. You were his to do what he wanted with.
He got out of bed, the sheet that had been covering him completely falling away so that you could see him. All of him.
He stood proud in front of you, feet spread wide, unashamed in his naked glory, cock bobbing slightly in the air. He was amazing. Long and wide, making your walls clench from the sight of it.
“Get on your knees.” Druig demanded, looking impatient as he motioned for the space in front of him.
Of course, you were compliant, eagerly opening your mouth to take him in when you were on your knees. You rested your hands on your thighs to steady yourself.
He was quick to grip his hand on the back of your head, guiding you as you took him in your mouth. The pace he set was merciless. He made it clear that he was the one in control as he forced your head down the length of his shaft, making you gag around him as he hit the back of your throat. Your eyes watered as he face-fucked you, but you loved the taste of him and couldn’t get enough of him as you hollowed your cheeks, trying to take him even further.
“Fuck!” He groaned out. You were watching him from under hooded eyelids and his gaze was intense as he stared back, eyes practically glowing with lust. “I knew you’d love sucking my cock, you filthy whore.” He smirked.
“That’s it, all the way down.”
You moaned around him, a small dollop of drool trailing down your chin. One of your hands moved from his thigh to gently play with his balls and he moaned before giving a final thrust into your mouth and then withdrawing himself from you.
There were tears of pleasure trickling down your cheeks and you couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction as you wiped your mouth clean with the back of your hand.
“Get on the bed, beautiful.” Druig was pumping his fist over his shaft as he watched you spread your knees for him on the bed. Your face was down, ass up as you watched him over your shoulder, wiggling slightly to tease him. You needed him inside of you. You were already so unbelievably wet, practically dripping onto the sheets as your walls clamped down on nothing again.
He was admiring you. Taking his sweet time. You weren’t enjoying it as much as he appeared to be. You needed to be touched. There was this incredible yearning inside of you, it felt like your entire body was buzzing from how horny you were and the ache between your thighs was becoming unbearable. You couldn’t help but slide your fingers closer to your core, ready to plunge them into yourself to get some kind of relief. But Druig stopped you with a swat to your pussy and a tut.
“I didn’t say that you could touch yourself.” He reprimanded. You were hyper-aware of his proximity, he was so close you could feel his heat against the back of your thighs, and you were ready to beg for any kind of touch, you just needed to feel him. But you didn’t need to beg for Druig to slide his fingers down the curve of your spine just a few moments later. He palmed your ass, kneading your cheeks with both hands.
“You’re so gorgeous.” He breathed out shakily, completely enamoured at the sight of you presented for him. “I’m gonna keep you like this for days, fucking you and filling you up until you're swollen with me. Then everyone will know just who you belong to.” You were flooded with wetness again, and your thighs almost jerked as you impulsively moved backwards, seeking some sort of contact.
“Do you want me?” He wanted to hear you beg for him.
“Yes! Please, Druig, please.” You could’ve started sobbing from the need right there and then, you couldn’t take the wait any longer.
Druig spread you wide in front of him, lining up his knees with your own as he gently and slowly dragged his thick cock through your folds, coating it in your slickness. You were sure that he enjoyed torturing you; your entire body was close to convulsions caused by the anticipation, it felt like it was eating you up, swallowing you whole.
“I don’t know if you deserve this,” Druig mused, sounding far too calm and unaffected by the situation. “You’ve been such a bad girl.” He started withdrawing himself from you, hands leaving your flesh, but you reacted quickly, grabbing a hold of his wrist before he was too far away.
“No, no, no, please, Druig. I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, please just -” You usually weren’t one to plead but it was impossible not to, you needed him more than you’d ever needed anyone before.
Druig loved seeing you beg; it was obvious from the satisfied look that flashed across his face. It was so painfully obvious that you were ready to do just about anything for his cock.
He motioned for you to get back into your previous position on all fours and then, finally, he pushed in, in one quick thrust, burying his thick shaft to the hilt inside of you. The entire room practically shook from the loud groan he let out as he split you open.
“Jesus Christ, you take me so fucking well.” Druig sounded like he was almost in disbelief, ecstatic from the sight of his throbbing cock disappearing into the sweetness that was you, buried deep inside your slick warmth. The burn from the stretch was welcomed as pure bliss and you couldn’t help letting out a shuddering gasp.
“You feel my fat cock stretching your tight little pussy?”
He didn’t let you adjust, not really, he only stopped for a few moments, basking in the feeling of your fluttering walls clenching around him before he pulled back and started pounding into you.
“I haven’t even given it to you yet properly and you’re practically gushing.”
“Feels so good.” You breathe out shakily between urgent thrusts.
“Yeah?” Druig cooed as he pulled back out. “You like my cock? I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”
His thrusts were sharp and precise with an unrelenting and frenzied tempo. His grip on your hips was so incredibly hard as he used it to slam you back against him, but you didn’t care, too lost in the waves that were overtaking you.
“Do you feel nice an’ full?”
Druig pulled out so only the very tip of him was left in you, and then slammed back in, buried to the hilt against your cervix. You moaned and whined helplessly, bunching the duvet underneath you in your hands, needing something to hold on to through his ruthless thrusts.
“You feel so good around my cock, beautiful.” He praised in a murmur. “So fuckin’ tight.” Druig grabbed a hold of your arms, pulling you up as he continued pumping into your sweet cunt.
He had you pressed flush against his chest, back arching as the sound of skin slapping and the wet squelches of your sopping wet pussy echoed around the room. It made you even more drenched; the mixture of your pleasure pooling around the base of his cock, running down the inside of your thighs.
You bucked back against him, encouraging him to go even faster, even harder as he pounded into you.
One of Druig’s hands shifted to palm at your breast while the other travelled downward to roll and lightly pinch at your clit while rolling his hips and you writhed against him.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and cum around me.” He instructed lowly in your ear with a harsh whisper. “And then, you’re gonna beg me to cum deep inside you until you can’t take anymore.”
Druig pushed you down onto the bed before you could heed his command, unsheathing himself from you.
You didn’t even have to begin to miss the feeling of him before he had wrestled you into the position he wanted you in with legs wrapped around his waist and back to the bed so that he could easily drill into you in deep but short strokes.
“Fuck, yeah,”
You felt yourself slowly losing whatever composure you had left as your muscles tighten over the coiling tension. Your walls gripped him tighter and tighter until finally, your eyes rolled back as you reached your peak, walls spasming and moan bouncing around the room. You were seeing stars as your legs shook uncontrollably from the overwhelming feeling.
“Fuck, that’s it cum for me.”
Druig was relentless as he continued pumping into you throughout your convulsing climax, determined to make you feel the best you ever had, although the pace was much slower than previously. His breaths were coming out in short pants mixed in with your own breathy moans as you trembled.
“Such a good girl.”
You reached up, treading your fingers through his hair to pull him down slightly to connect your lips in a kiss. It was soft; a lot softer than any kiss you had shared previously. It was sort of a ‘thank you for making me cum’.
“You haven’t begged yet.” He murmured after a few pecks, picking up the pace of his hips once again, balls swinging as they slapped against you every time he fucked into you.
His pelvis was rubbing against your clit in a deliciously overstimualted way, driving you toward the edge again but you were conscious enough in your own thoughts, not yet completely lost in the pleasure again, to follow his command.
“Please, Druig, cum inside of me. I need it.” You pleaded in his ear, causing him to let out a hissed groan.
“Fuck. You sound so lovely when you beg.” He praised with a wet kiss to your lips. “You want me to fill you up? Cum inside of you?” Another whine was released from you.
You were sure he was just about to cum, but then he surprised you, flipping you over so that you were on top. Druig placed his hands behind his head, studying you with a mischiveous look.
“Make me cum.” He ordered, and you were more than happy to comply, quickly moving to the right position so you could easily bounce up and down his cock. Was it possible for him to be as deep as he was? Your hips snapped down over and over, hands stabilising you on his chest. You had loved it when Druig was in control but seeing the way you made his mind hazy underneath you were a sight for sore eyes.
“That’s it, good girl, that’s it.”
Druig’s orgasm washed over him with a deep jerk upward, spilling deeply into you with a roar. Your previously vigorous bounces became softer, legs shaking as your walls milked him dry of every last drop.
You bite your lip with a smile, running your hands over his chest for comfort. He was so solid beneath you, ropes of muscles flexing involuntarily from slight overstimulation as he kept lazily pumping into you through the last waves of his orgasm.
“You look so pretty, lips all swollen from my cock, leaking with my cum.” He cooed, a hand coming up to pat at your cheeky softly. “I can’t wait to get you all swollen with my child.” There was a glint of something behind his eyes that you couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly what it was but you didn’t care.
Paper Cut
Summary: Druig comes into your bookstore one day and you catch each other's eye.
Trope/AU:Bookstore AU
Pairing: Druig x F!Reader
Warnings: Fluff
word count:3k
A/N: This is my first fic since my extended hiatus and my first Druig fic so please bear with me. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! And thank you so much @siempre-bucky for helping out and beta reading for me❤!!
Masterlist
The bell at the door jingled merrily as the door was pushed open for the first time that day. You stood on the ladder leaning on the bookshelf you were adding the newest copies to.
“Good Morning!” You said cheerfully to whoever walked in.
“Mornin’” The man, with a delicious voice and Irish accent, said back to you. As you placed the last book on the shelf, you turned to glance back at the man walking in your direction. But instead of getting a look at him, you felt yourself slipping from the tall ladder as your foot slid unexpectedly from under you. Your hands reached for something to grab and hold onto, to save yourself from the fall, but all you could grip was air.
You squealed, expecting to feel your back hitting the hard wooden floors. But instead, you felt yourself land in a pair of strong arms and against a firm chest. You looked up to see beautiful blue-gray eyes staring fixedly into yours. Everything stopped. Just for a second. A perfect, wonderful, mesmerizing second. The whole world seemed to stand still. Your breathing was heavy and labored, from shock or awe, you didn’t know.
The man must have run to catch you because he was breathing heavily too. After a moment, when you both realized you had been in his arms a second or two too long, he awkwardly set you down on your feet. Taking a step back from you, he rubbed his neck and looked down shyly at his feet. “Are you ok then? You should be more careful when you stock your shelves.” He said with a small chuckle.
“Y-yea I’m fine. Thank you for catching me, I would have had quite the fall if you hadn’t.” You looked him up and down quickly while his gaze traveled around the room. “So, um, is there anything I can help you find today? Or are you just browsing?”
“Well you see, my friend has become a bit of a regular here. She's a friend of yours. She recommended your lovely shop to me so I thought I would stop by.” You saw him fiddle with his thumbs, clasping his hands together in front of him. “She was right too. It’s beautiful, just like its owner.” At that he looked up shyly at you from the floor, meeting your eyes for the first time since he put you down.
You could feel your cheeks grow hot at his words. “Oh, I see.” Now it was you who couldn’t meet his eyes. “And uh, who’s your friend?”
“Her name is Sersi.”
“Oh, yes, of course. Well, I’m glad you stopped by. Is there anything in particular you’re looking to find?” You ask with a smile.
“She told me you have a great selection of antique books and collectors editions. I was hoping to check them out.”
“I see, are you a collector yourself?”
“No. I just prefer them, there’s just something about them.”
“Indeed, I enjoy them as well. The smell, wear, even the crinkle of the pages is special. I’ve spent years building the collection and it makes me happy to pass them on to those who will love them until they pass them on, one way or another, to their next caretaker so to speak.” You snapped back to reality after a moment, realizing you had started going off on a tangent about something that this man likely had no interest in. “Sorry, sometimes my passions get the better of me. They’re right this way if you’d like to follow me.”
He had a light smile on his face, watching you walk away, visibly cringing at yourself for ranting on. He trailed behind you, hands clasped behind his back. You both came to a stop at the very back of the shop. In front of a long tall bookshelf spanning the whole wall. He sighed seeing the books. He could tell how passionate you were, how much you appreciated each book’s history and beauty. Each was placed in the perfect place, creating an array of color, texture, material, and features. Those with special, especially beautiful covers and hues were displayed on stands in the middlemost section of the shelves.
His eyes trailed to you, watching the silent awe of your own hard work. He watched your mouth curve into a smile, your eyes crinkle at the corners, the way you bounced slightly on your heels. You were fucking beautiful, he thought. More than he ever thought you would be.
When Sersi suggested he come here, he knew it was for more than to browse the selection. When she told him about you offhandedly with that smug look on her face, he knew what she must be thinking. But he never imagined actually being intrigued or attracted to you to such an extent.
He looked away quickly when you turned to him, embarrassed to be caught staring. “I’ll leave you alone to browse, if you need any more help let me know. I’m happy to help. Um, I’ll uh be up front at the counter.” You said pointing vaguely towards the way you came before slowly turning and walking away.
“Wait.” His own voice surprised him when he spoke, not meaning to. You turned around again and nodded expectantly. “Uh… I didn’t get your name.” He said, searching for something to say that wouldn’t be too awkward. ‘Too late’ he thought.
You smiled brightly, a twinkle in your eyes as you opened your mouth to speak. “It’s Y/N. Nice to meet you…?” You trailed off.
“Druig. Call me Druig.” You gave him a small nod with a smile and continued your walk towards the front. He couldn’t help himself looking down at your ass for a second as you walked away before he began inspecting all the books closer with a wide smile.
***
You flipped through your latest read and sipped from your favorite mug, shaking your head at the clearly misguided actions of the protagonist. You took a long drink but quickly put your mug down seeing Druig approaching.
“Were you able to find something you like?”
“Yes actually. If I’m not mistaken, this was binding from the late 1800’s right?” He held up a copy of ‘The Odyssey’ with a golden spine and a greenish cover with cherry blossoms against a deep red section.
“Yes! That’s actually one of my favorites. Even though it has one of the most beautiful covers in my collection, I keep it kinda hidden among the rest. I just want it to be passed onto someone who will love and care for it the way it deserves. So tell me, Druig… Are you that person?” Your playful smirk made him chuckle and feel something akin to butterflies inside him trying to escape.
“I’ll certainly try to be deserving of it. I promise I will take good care of it as long as it’s mine.”
“That’s all I can ask of you.” You grinned as he paid and laughed lightly with you.
You couldn’t help the warmth that spread in your chest as he gazed back at you from the door and sent you a small smile before leaving.
***
A week later, Druig was back in your shop. Five minutes after you opened the doors, in he came, looking just as, if not more, delicious than when you met him.
"You were right. Everything was different. The sound, smell, feel, even the fuckin' aesthetic. It felt like a crime to read it casually without a hot drink in some special spot in a particular light." He chuckled softly.
This time, he just leaned against the counter laughing with you. If anyone had walked in, they would surely think you two were old friends.
"I was actually thinking about something. Was wondering if maybe… if you'd like of course… you'd like to see my small collection? It's not much. But I've spent a long time picking things up here and there. I think there are a few special copies you might appreciate."
You beamed at his awkwardness and how adorable he was being. "Yeah. I would really really like that. I thought you said you weren't a collector though."
"I'm not. But I know something special when I find it." His eyes were fixed on yours, almost searching your soul. You felt open, exposed to him in a way you didn't hate.
You bit your lip with a smirk and nodded, looking down into your coffee. "And how long have you been finding special things?"
"Ages. Centuries if you will." Druig’s face looked smug for a reason you couldn't decipher. "Anyways… I need to get going, my friends will never let me hear the end of it if I’m later than even Sersei. I can pick you up here if you'd like, around closing time? Tomorrow maybe?"
"Perfect. See you then Druig."
Slowly, he pushed himself off the counter. Walking until he reached the door, then turning back and waving at you as he left.
***
By now you were definitely late. Even though it was meant to be casual, you closed a bit early to get ready. You felt like you might throw up thinking about going out with Druig tonight. The nerves and excitement were starting to overwhelm you. You really wanted this to go well.
You pinned the stray hairs down in the mirror and applied your light makeup in the bathroom. Then, a knock at the door signaled Druig's arrival. With a deep breath, you made your way to the door. 'You got this' you muttered to yourself.
He stood leaning against the brick wall outside, foot propped up against it, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. ‘Fuck he was hot’ you thought as you inhaled sharply. Your breath came out in an involuntary sigh. He turned to look at you, subtly letting his eyes wander up and down your body. You thanked the cool air for giving you an excuse for your blush.
“Hi.” He said while stepping towards you, stopping a foot from where you stood.
“Hello.” You hated that you sounded out of breath just from seeing him again. For Christ’s sake, you barely know the man, and you’re practically drooling over him!
“Have you eaten today?” As if on queue, your stomach growled. You were giddy all day, distracting yourself with dusting and inventory and reading. You had forgotten to eat anything all day.
You blushed hard and looked down and your feet shuffling them. “Busy day, I completely forgot. But I’m ok. It happens more often than you’d think…”
“We can’t have that, can we? I thought we could get something to eat first. If that’s alright with you?”
“Sounds perfect. Shall we?”
***
By the time Druig walked you to your door, your jaw ached from smiling and your lungs and stomach burned numbly from laughing so much. You had never met anyone like him. You simply understood each other and you felt as if you’d known him forever. You could tell he was shy, the strong and serious type. It made you appreciate his chuckles, grins, smiles and laughs all the more.
Every few days he would pop into your shop. Sometimes empty-handed, other times with a cup of tea or coffee in hand. Some days, you read quietly together, others you would stand on a ladder stocking shelves while he handed you the books, and on other occasions, when the shop was empty, you sat somewhere and just talked for as long as you could.
Today, you sat together on the floor between shelves, you reading and sharing your thoughts while he sat across from you, fiddling with other books behind him offhandedly between glances to you when he thought you wouldn’t see.
Turning a page, you hissed as you felt that familiar sharp pain of paper slicing shallowly into your finger. Of course, it was only a paper cut, all a matter of wiping it off and forgetting about it. But Druig had other plans apparently. Before you could put your finger down, he was at your side, holding your hand. He inspected it as though counting the ridges and mapping the curves in your fingerprint. “Dru, It’s fine, it’s ju- ''. You were cut off by his warm lips on your finger, kissing it gently. So gently you weren’t sure if you felt it or only imagined it.
But there he was, holding your hand up to his face. His eyes widened before dropping your hand and looking down. “There. All better… Sorry.”
“It’s ok, don’t know where I’d be without you to catch me when I fall or heal my paper cuts. My hero.” You smirked and looked down at the book again shyly. Your hair fell forward to shield your blushing face. You were thanking God for that small blessing when you felt Druig’s fingers brushing it out of your face and behind your ear.
You turned your face towards his hand to look at him. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand drop. You didn’t know how much time passed while you sat that way. It could have been hours for all you knew. Druig’s eyes shifted between your eyes and lips quickly and you looked down at his lips with a shaky breath. You were starting to lean closer when the bell above the door made you both jump apart and look towards the sound.
Sersei walked up to the counter with that smug grin of hers, holding a drink in each hand. You looked at Druig and knew you both were thinking the exact same thing. Fuck. “Nice to see you, Druig. I brought you your favorite Y/N. Did you forget our plans for tonight?” Sersei broke the heavy silence.
“I’ll leave you to it Y/N. Have fun, see you both later. Bye Y/N. Sersei.” He awkwardly said, not meeting Sersei’s eyes once as he left.
Carefully and slowly, you looked up at her. Her brow was raised and she hadn’t the smuggest smirk on her face. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“He didn’t tell me he had been coming here. I thought it had been just the once. How long has that,” she waved around in the air, “been happening? And why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because I knew you’d make a big deal of it. We’re just friends!” She scoffed. “I’m serious! We just hang out sometimes.” You hated the way you felt your face flush.
“Mhm. Sure. What was all that then? You looked very cozy for being ‘just friends’. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you looked at each other. I knew there was something going on with him, I just didn’t think it was you!” She was enjoying this way too much.
“Oh hush. It’s nothing!”
“You like him.”
You wanted to lie to her and tell her you didn’t, even just to make her leave you alone. But instead all you could do was nod and giggle.
***
To your surprise, the following day, Druig walked in holding two bags in his hands. “Thought I’d bring you lunch. And I also wanted to apologize. For leaving like that yesterday. I brought your favorite. You forgive me?”
You grinned at him. “Nothing to forgive. I appreciate the food anyway though.” You winked at him. “Anyway, I could use your help with something after we eat.”
“Fineee, if I must.” He said with a dramatic sigh. You were pulling the food out of the bags and laying them out for the both of you. You took a fry and threw it playfully at him but he dodged it before picking it up and throwing it away.
“So,” Druig started after you both ate, “What is it you wanted my help with.”
“I got a big order and I need to get all the books together before anything else. I made a list and I put down the sections they’re in. If you could get the first few that would be great. Most of them are higher up so I’ll leave them to you so you won’t have to save me from falling off the ladder again.”
“Easy enough." He smirked and walked off.
Half an hour later you were getting the final book. Dammit you should have told Druig to get this one. It would be too much to carry around the ladder all the way across the store. With your luck, you would likely break several things in your attempt to do so.
There was only one thing you could do. Get on your toes and reach as high as you could. Not even close. Curse past Y/N for wanting super tall shelves, you thought. Carefully, you tried to climb up just one row, placing a foot slowly onto it, preparing yourself to be quick.
Just as you were going to though, that delicious chuckle you'd grown used to by now rang lowly behind you. Within a second he stood by you, reaching up to the perfect height, pressing lightly but firmly against you.
You could feel that warmth he radiated, and his chest as he breathed in and out calmly. You turned around and looked up at him, your chests now practically pressed together. His warm scent of cloves and cinnamon, with something you couldn’t place that was just so him, was all around you.
Oblivious to your position, he looked down at you. The grin he wore so well faded and he just stared. His eyes were like the sea, turbulent and calm all at once. Pulling you in like Siren song.
You hadn’t even registered when your eyes dropped to his lips, slightly open and getting closer as you almost imperceptibly leaned in. His hand on your side came up to brush the stray strands of hair from your face. His fingered gently touched and caressed your cheek before you felt his palm at your neck.
He held you there, rubbing his thumb up and down on your skin. He pulled you in gently, barely applying any force. Your eyes fluttered shut just a second before you felt the feather like touch of his lips on yours.
Druig’s lips were soft and warm against yours as they moved together. You moaned breathily into his mouth and he nipped gently at your lip. He tasted a way you hadn’t thought he would but in this moment, you couldn’t imagine him tasting any other way. This wasn’t a fast or hard kiss, but it was more passionate than any other kiss you’d had before nonetheless.
When you finally parted, you stayed together, foreheads touching, leaning against each other. You panted softly together wondering if this was a dream or a beautiful reality. ‘No, this is real’ you thought. You couldn’t help giggling and biting your lip when you met his eyes.
“My beautiful, beautiful Y/N. I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks.”
“And? Was it everything you hoped for?”
“Even better.” He whispered before closing the space between you again.
Spellbound (Druig x Reader)
WARNINGS: NON-CON, mind control, kidnapping, forced pregnancy
➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts | divider by @firefly-graphics
summary: Druig can control minds, but he’s the one who’s fallen under your spell.
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𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
pairing: druig x eternal!reader
summary: after centuries of hiding, what gives your relationship away is a simple, plain black t-shirt. inspired by the prompt "sharing a closet, because at this point, A spends more time in B's clothes than they do their do your own"
word count: 1.1k
warning: secret relationship, established relationship, fluff, family time with the eternals. i know kingo, sersi and sprite weren't in that last scene but i do what i want.
The early morning wind blew through the windows of Ajak's home, the stormy skies of South Dakota stretching far and wide beyond the large windows of the old house.
With what seemed like a herculean effort, you managed to sneak out of bed and out of your lover's arms. A few centuries - give or take - of practice hadn't been able to teach you how to leave him just yet. Be it leaving the small bed you two shared, tangled under the comforter, pressed together as if you were one, or watching him leave down the stairs of the Pyramid of the Sun. It was never easy.
It was also hard to have to stay away even when you were in the room. Unlike Sersi and Ikaris, you were never open with your affections in front of the others. It seemed like the right thing to do, one less distraction to worry about. You made that decision together, sitting at the top of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, overlooking the city, gazing at the stars of the clear night sky - you remember that night as clearly as if it had happened yesterday.
Stolen glances and fleeting touches, borrowed moments during the day, hiding behind walls and little white lies and poorly made excuses, were all you had. At night, you sneaked into each other's quarters, much like you had done the night before, after everyone had already been asleep.
You missed the warmth of Druig's body, but you missed your dose of morning coffee just a little more that day. It was an incredibly human habit, one that you'd picked up over the past century. It seemed silly, since the caffeine had no effect on your body, but a warm cup of freshly brewed coffee had become a necessity.
The smell of breakfast hit you as soon as you left the bedroom, padding barefooted through the hallway, rubbing the sleep still lingering in your eyes. It was still early, but there was already a litany of voices coming from the kitchen. As you entered the open space downstairs, a soft smile grew on your lips despite your still sleepy state.
After many lifetimes, seeing your family all together in the same space filled your heart with love. While Phastos and Ben took care of little Jack's breakfast, Sersi and Makkari were deep in conversation about something your sleep-addled brain couldn't quite catch yet. Thena's cunning eyes watched it all from her place at the table, and Kingo and Sprite's bickering didn't seem to slow down, not even while they ate.
That chaos was peace to you.
You greeted them all with a simple "Morning" mumbled under your breath, voice raspy from disuse. As they answered, your back was already turned to the group, going straight for the coffee machine on the counter, filling a ceramic mug with the warm drink. Before you could take that sacred, first sip of the day, you heard Sersi's voice calling for you.
"Is that shirt yours, Y/N?"
Confused, you turned around slowly, looking down at yourself. Holding your coffee mug in one hand, you ran the other over the fabric of the black shirt you were wearing - Druig's shirt. When you realized what she was implying, you felt the heat taking over your face, warming your cheeks with a raging intensity.
"Uh, yeah." You attempted to lie. "Jus' an old shirt."
"I think I've seen this one before too." Kingo barges in, a comedic lift on his eyebrow. "Not too long ago."
"What's all this fuss about a shirt?" Phastos said without looking up from the toast he was making. When he did look, he adjusted his glasses, and you could see the dawn of a realization in his expression. An unimpressed "Oh." was all you heard, then.
There was something about the conspiratory mood amongst your oldest friends that you did not like. Thena let out a laugh, which she tried to conceal once you furrowed your eyebrows at her.
"I have no idea what you're all going on about." You complained, but deep down you were scared of what they were trying to do. "It's literally just a sh…"
"Has anyone seen my…"
All eyes turned to the kitchen's entryway, where Druig was just standing, shirtless. His hair was everywhere, face still a little crumpled with sleep, blue eyes hazy. He seemed to have almost immediately understood what was happening, because he looked just as you - a deer in the headlights.
You barely had time to exchange a look when you heard Kingo say "Ah, yes. That's where we've seen that shirt before."
Hiding your face with your hands, after placing your mug of increasingly colder coffee on the counter once more, you had no idea what to say, or how to face the truth. They had finally figured you out.
It was about time, though.
Druig was faster than you. "Is it that obvious?"
"You're all stupid." Sprite called out, not stopping eating her cereal. "She was always wearing his tunics back in the day, all of her clothes smelled like him. How could we not know?"
"Not all of us have all of your free time." Phastos countered, and then pointed at your boyfriend. "And, please, go put on a shirt. Not everyone here is your girlfriend."
As the conversation and the laughter erupted, you watched as Sersi mouthed a well-humored "I'm happy for you!" at you and Druig, who approached you slowly, a gentle smile on his face, lightening his features. Without restraints, you smiled back.
"Seems like I just lost another one."
"Are you sure you don't want it back?" You teased. Druig reached for your shoulder, running his hand gently down your arm, his touch leaving goosebumps in his wake, and finally landing on your hand, which he took on his own.
"You look better in it than I ever did, anyway." He complimented, with a look in his eyes that was reserved just for you. Always you.
Relishing in your newfound freedom, he pulled you in, and you immediately hid your face in his chest. Chuckling, he whispered, "Good morning, dove."
And over all the teasing and groaning from the other Eternals in the room, you looked at Druig with a little more than love in your eyes, something akin to hope, filled with expectation, eyes searching for his own. Reflected in his blue irises, the future seemed promising.
Instead of spilling all that was threatening to consume you whole - all of those years of barely concealed, hidden adoration in silence - you answered back.
"Good morning."
— micaela's january recs
ty to all these amazing writers who have left me with butterflies in my stomach and/or tears rolling down my face, much appreciated <3
BRIDGERTON
— anthony bridgerton.
a long, long time by @romeomontaague
enamored by @dreamwritesimagines
— benedict bridgerton.
they're not the only ones by @maximoff-pan
garden of secrets by @dreamwritesimagines
GAME OF THRONES
— jon snow.
nobody by @ichorai
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON
— aemond targaryen.
in the still of the night by @saltywritings
say you love me by @milliesdiary
↳ bent, but not broken
i won’t fall for someone who can’t misbehave by @lauraneedstochill
↳ can't help falling in love
↳ my first choice
— aegon ii targaryen.
the road not taken by @jasonsmirrorball
COBRA KAI
— miguel diaz.
good news by @kaicobras
TOP GUN
— nick "goose" bradshaw.
that lovin' feelin' by @duchesstypewriter
— bradley "rooster" bradshaw.
a glimpse of them by @bradshawsbaby
rainfall by @vintagemulti
can i kiss you? by @melwilson
↳ flustered and bothered
MARVEL
— peter parker.
one in the same by @finnwrld
— druig.
only you by @lovetaints
sunshine by @itsapeterthing
THE MANDALORIAN
— din djarin.
kar’taylir by @the-archxr
WEST SIDE STORY (2021)
— riff.
hey there, dollface by @riffaist
↳ innocent
↳ the five times riff kissed her. (and the one time she did it)
AVATAR
— neteyam.
just a human by @moongumi
eternity by @qwertyluverz
running wild by @jeojake
i've got my eye on you by @urlocalfeiner
↳ is it selfish to want you?
the relief of destruction by @ngayawneluoer
↳ heaven in hiding
↳ eye on you
the heart that binds us by @loaksky
PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS
— connor stoll.
unwind by @chasingpj
— percy jackson.
hush-hush by @chasingpj
talk to me by @enviedear
AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER
— zuko.
please keep loving me by @biqherosix
CRIMINAL MINDS
— spencer reid.
twisted by @dreamwritesimagines
a test of faith by @dingusfreakhxrrington
out of the spotlight by @sometimesiwritebadly
STAR WARS
— poe dameron.
golden age by @ichorai
↳ working in the dark
— micaela's march recs
ty to all these amazing writers who have left me with butterflies in my stomach and/or tears rolling down my face, much appreciated <3
LOCKWOOD AND CO.
— anthony lockwood.
the language of longing by @fleetingvow
midnight talks by @websterss
↳ cuddle comfort
AVATAR
— neteyam.
tell me it's not true by @sullybby
MARVEL
— matt murdock.
paper rings by @sunflowerdjarin
i broke my heart for you by @atlaese
— bucky barnes.
little lion man by @wkemeup
↳ graveyard
— druig.
love me harder by @fireinmoonshot
GRISHAVERSE
— nikolai lantsov.
it looks better on you by @goldengoddess
pretty privateer by @magpiencrow
loving you is the antidote by @sumsebien
unbearable by @holden-caulfield
↳ a special occasion
speechless by @fishley
i'd choose you by @xsamsharons
↳ come here often?
↳ moi tsarevich
— kaz brekker.
inflicted desire by @meadowscarlet
DAISY JONES AND THE SIX
— warren rojas/rhodes.
rhythm of our love by @mlwriting5
pretty lady by @hellogeegee
HARRY POTTER
— fred weasley.
please don't touch the artwork by @writesowhatnext
— george weasley.
pretending is a gateway drug by @writesowhatnext
↳ it's so mysterious to me
↳ we're only getting older, baby
— theodore nott.
our secrets are burried shallow by @acosmis-t
MARAUDERS
— james potter.
saudade by @embrassemoi
a moment in the library by @heloisedaphnebrightmore
— sirius black.
the worst wingman by @theweasleysredhair
— remus lupin.
if it wasn't for you meddling kids by @writesowhatnext
the girl with the books by @solemnarration
BRIDGERTON
— benedict bridgerton.
spare me a moment? by @iliveiloveiwrite
— anthony bridgerton.
brilliant plan by @heloisedaphnebrightmore
OUTER BANKS
— rafe cameron.
plastic plants by @pogueszn
i need a favor by @magpiencrow
MINORS DNI 18+
“My beautiful lover,” DRUIG breathes his condescending tone. That affectionate nickname he’s come to adore calling you has been sullied with his churlish attitude. He makes fun of how you look now, lying underneath him.
Exceptionally trusting, he does not pin your hands, instead he lets you fight him. Fists grab at his clothes, the lapel of his leather jacket your most common purchase as his lithe middle finger swipes against your clit. You writhe and you cry and you bitch and you moan, but he keeps you right where he wants you with his forearm under your torso. It arches you into him, and you throw your head back when he dips the tip of his finger into your slit, stroking through the line of slick. “You want this, my pet?” he murmurs, and he scoffs in response to your indignant whine, a cruel curl tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, you know I like to play with you. Like a little toy.” Abruptly, he plunges the entire length of his finger into you to the knuckle, and you cry out, clutching onto his jacket to yank him to you but he remains resolute. All you do is raise yourself to him, brushing your lips against his. He nuzzles you, inhaling your breath. “Yeah, you’re my little toy.”
He pulls out, only to add another finger, but your walls are already so raw. Your clit is overly sensitive, throbbing when he twists his thumb to flick at it. Your hips jerk in reply, and he snickers through his nose, pecking your unresponsive lips. “Humans are so funny, aren’t they?” he muses, but you can barely hear him. He curls his digits in a beckoning motion inside you, stroking that spot that sends electricity up your spine until you fall limp. “Touch on their pleasure centers a bit and they go fucking stupid. You know how easy it would be to-“ The arm locked around your torso squeezes you to him, and it aches but you can only moan. As if you like the pain, when in reality it’s the way his fingers lodge themselves up in your guts and fiddle with your insides. “-break you? Could do it. Could do it easy.” There’s a growling edge to his voice as he threatens you, bringing his teeth to your exposed neck shiny with sweat. He relieves you, the ache dissipates, and the pad of his thumb curiously nudges your clit.
You buck, and he scans your entire bare form. “How many is that, by the way?” he asks, as if he’s asking about the fucking weather. His thumb drives in with more purpose, wiggling with just enough pressure to make you howl from another incoming orgasm. “Have you lost count?”
Who do i write for?
Pick and choose (you can also try luck and ask for someone else and maybe MAYBE i forgot about them and can write you something)
MARVEL AND DC
TV characters (and some films too)
Anime characters
Singers and actors
F1 drivers (ONLY DRIVERS, i see you coming)
Marvel and DC
Druig (Eternals)
Peter Parker (TASM)
Garfield Logan (Titans)
Matt Murdock (Daredevil)
absolutely smitten
requested: smitten by the idea and reality of her, druig attempts to break through persephone’s core
warnings: no eternals spoilers, druig is a softie who else guessed, and reader is referred as persephone but is an eternal.
ANCIENT GREECE, 750 BC
With the soft gentle breeze of air, your chiton tunic flew against the wind. The breeze caressing the apples of your cheek with a smile before you turned to Sersi who then gifted you with a grin.
Her long onyx locks danced with the wind, while mocking your own, she seem unfazed while you grinned ear to ear while aiding Athenians in their crops for the summer.
In tow, your hands become brown, finger tips burrow and saturated in grainy dirty that has it found its own little home in the safety of your magical hands. You suppose you can’t blame nature, after all, you nurture such Earth and the occupants you call humans.
While hands buried into the Earth, a slight second passes before you gift the Athenians their crop for the summer. Their wheat for the bread and their grapevines for their wine.
They ever look so enchanted in your powers. While celestial and all, immortal and whatnot, the Athenians insist on seeing you as something more than the Eternal you know yourself.
With their wonderful creative minds, they join in the storytelling of your family’s existence on Earth. You don’t blame them, that was the mere thing you adored about humans and their character, their expressive nature to share and grow alongside each other.
You pull yourself from the ground before your mind wanders far and wide. On most occasions, you can’t help but feel the way they do, their love, their concern, and their flaws for each other.
But today is a busy day. Phastos is introducing a new advancement in their technology and out of all the seasons you’ve created, from your favourite; spring to summer, you can’t help but fawn over the new technological beginnings that was waiting for the Athenians.
As you return to the Domo with dirtied feet and hands with nevertheless, a smile wide on your face, you’re welcomed by the Prime Eternal who’s eyes are wide in pleasure to see you.
“I’m glad you can make it, my dear Perse.”
She cups your cheeks in her hands, her lips quirked ever so large before she leans in and hugs you. “Go on and prepare yourself.”
When you stride across the Domo, finding a spot much near to Druig, the mind controller took notice of your presence and captured his gaze on you.
It took him a moment to move, but when he did, inching close to where you stood, he had a bashful grin on his pink lips.
“Well, if isn’t the ravishing Kore.”
You flushed under his tone, while clear and vocal, it was soft and hushed, exclusive only for your wonderful ears.
“You know that’s not my name, Druig.”
He cocked his head at you, cerulean eyes sparkling with mischief while his lips quirked into a wider grin. He reaches out a hand, a finger twirling a stray lock of your hair around his knuckle before letting it fall against your cheek.
“True,” he shrugged, then fluttered his eyes as he inched himself closer and closer to your side, “but they are no less right with their stories about you.”
You giggled at his words, then shook your head at the playful antics he was pulling on you. He’s always been like this. While most of the time, brooding or eating in the corner of the room, he pulled himself close whenever your presence was around.
Sersi claimed he liked you, more than a friend or a family member should. While Sprite teased you about it through the ways of her captivating illusions. However, you didn’t find the need to entertain their odd fantasies about your relationship with the mind controller.
“And what do they say about me, Hades?”
“Ah,” he nods along at your rebuttal, his lips twitching to refrain from grinning wide, “so you’ve heard.”
You mock him with a shrug of your shoulders. The man in front of you finally breaking himself free from the confinements of his pride as he smiles at you.
“I’ve heard stories.”
He hums, head swaying as he stared you down from where he stood. The rest of the Eternals were too captivated by Phastos quirking his own technology to find Druig creating a flush of embarrassment rush to your cheek. But you suppose that has always been his thing.
“Any of them about the beautiful, beautiful Persephone?” Druig raised a brow your way and you couldn’t help but feel bashful. That was certain as warmth flooded the apples of your cheeks and entertainment shone in his eyes. “They’re all so absolutely smitten with the goddess of Spring that I almost can’t help but agree.”
“You speak in tongues, Druig.” you shake your head at him and nearly push him off with a palm flat against his chest if it weren’t for the way he pulls you ever so close by the wrist. “You know they’re just the figment of the human imagination.”
“Mmh, maybe.” He tilts his head to the side, a sound of disagreement in his tone while his thumb caressed the protruding bone from your wrist. “But I don’t think something as simple as the human imagination could ever captivate the entirety of your beauty, my dear.”
Silence engulfs you and your mouth stitches close. You don’t say anything when you stare at him and neither does Druig. It’s that agreement between unspoken tongues, he knows, you know, yet both won’t act on it.
You’re thankful for when Kingo calls for your name. While his brows are furrowed in confusion and faux disgust, your focus is merely on him now.
“We’re about to start.”
You step away from Druig, now a space evident between the two of you as he shares his grin with you, and only you.
You suppose he’s right about one thing. You’re absolutely smitten with each other.
Together
Pairing Druig x Gn reader
Summary Both Thena and Y/n have Mahd Wy'ry. While Gilgamesh takes care of Thena. Druig your boyfriend takes care of you.
Warnings mind control, blood, maybe spoilers for Eternals.
Nearly 7000 years ago
Both you and Thena were fighting each other. Neither of you could control yourself. While Thena was the goddess of war you could control the elements. Air, water, fire and earth. " Y/n! Thena! Stop !" . Ajak shouted. But neither of you did you continued to fight each other . That's when Druig many to knock both you and Thena out but not before you left a nasty gash in Thena's side. When both you and Thena woke up you were surrounded by the rest of the team looking at you and Thena worried.
" But Ajak if you erase Y/n and Thena's memories they won't be Y/n and Thena anymore. " Makkari said with her hand signals. " I'll look after Thena. " Gilgamesh said. " And I'll look after Y/n." Druig said. Soon after that the team spilt up. Druig went against Ajak and interfered with human affairs mind controlling the humans. You went with him. " I'm glad you came with me Y/n. Now I can protect and help you. " Druig said.
Present day
You had been living with Druig in the Amazon for quite some time now. He had started building quite the little community here in the Amazon. Druig would also sometimes have to use his mind control on you when the mahd wy'ry kicked in. " Y/n is that you?" A familiar voice asked. " Sprite! I missed you!" Y/n replied whirling around to give the small girl a hug. " I've missed you more. " Sprite said. The team explained everything to you and Druig. " As long as we have each other we'll be ok. " Druig whispered to you giving you a quick peck on the lips. Oh and Gilgamesh never died.
Marvel masterlist
Scott summers
Druig
Please request for any character requests should be open
literally me every 10 minutes refreshing my homepage for new eternals fics
if was your boyfriend, never let you go keep you on my arm girl, you'd never be alone
druig recomendations
perfectly busy - @tokkiotears
lemme just say, HUSBAND DRUID OML. and I'm just a sucker for a confident and king Druid behavior. absolutley adoring this to no ends, smn send help, I forgot how to function. the not really complete without you got me. oh god. just o h g o d. i just feel like i should comment on the narrative, it was so well done and just hit the spot i didn't even know I had.
warnings-
not proofread, annoying men, druig in a button-up with the sleeves rolled up
"this isn't over" - @peterparkersnose
bro this slapped in so many different levels, like excuse me. And druig who shares books and annotates? and smug druig? godamn. the sexual tension- smn keep him away from me before i fall in love.
warnings-
angst, privacy invasion, accidental nudity, sexual tension, falling in love with something you could never have-?
sunshine - @itsapeterthing
firstly, i fell in love with the writing, its so stunning. it has such a fun and flowery vibe surrounding it which makes me just gush oml. it was just so sweet. AND how he gets flustered- literally hit all my marks and exceeded them. i hope you never stop writing these, they make my soul lighter.
warnings: eternals insulting druig as always, fluff
how could they not know? - @saintlike78
to start of, i love a vocal man who can tell you that he missed you. the scene itself was so soft. just love sick druig running back to your arms and you're wearing his shirt mwahh. i find it hilarious how no else has even noticed this happening before, my oblivious fools. its so adorablee.
warnings-
nothing but fluff really, dialog heavy.
hold - @redheadspark
bro, my love, angel, the gif itself got me a blushing mess, you have no idea what the fic did to me sheesh. i love a man who was so acceptable about her fear and so re-assuring, that's so perfectly written. i also love how the author has written these thoughts in her head as well as the internal debate. it just left me in awe i swear.
warnings-
Just a hint of angst but mostly fluff
warmth - @stranger-nightmare
these are one of my favorite's that I've encountered. the end was just lovley. Just the plot of this drabble has me on my knees. it was wonderfully thought and wonderfully written. the author has left no crumbs.
warnings-
one case of swearing, a lil bit of fluff, a whole lotta angst, nakedness but it’s not in a sexual way
boyfriend headcannons - @luventi
just a bunch of head cannons which i thought were amazing. overall its just so cute and has me screaming, crying and throwing up. honestly very underated.
warnings-
druig x gn eternal!reader, au where everyone is alive and happy and together, there will be dashes of suggestive content admits all the fluff so be warned!
shy lover - @writing-wh0re
[ it didn't have a title so I gave it this, I hope the author doesn't mind]
felt that this was just a must included, i don't wanna really have to summarize this cause there wasn't a single line that did not fail to have me hypnotized. just lovley work
warnings-
Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Male Performing Oral, Praise Kink (both), Begging Kink (?), Slight Cocky Druig, Cum kink (?)
Decided I’m gonna also write Druig stuff sooo, have fun my loves :)
A Date? - Druig x Female Reader (P1)
Druig is kinda a stalker in this, I got inspiration from "You" on netflix.
Warnings: SMUT, masterbation, unprotected sex, sexual topics mentions
I'll make the second part a lot more smutty.
Control.
It’s all Druig wanted, it was all he had. While he had no control really among his family, he had it over humans. He had it over you. You were something Druig never knew he needed, and when he found out just how badly he needed you, nothing would get in his way.
You were his.
It wasn’t easy finding some way he could easily slip into your life, but he had your entire lifetime to figure out just the perfect way. However while making his very detailed and difficult plan, you made the moves yourself. You had seen him at the clothing store you worked out, almost everyday you worked, you saw him. You found it extremely odd, considering you worked at a place that sold women’s lingerie. Due to the fact that he was a guy shopping in a lingerie store, you figured he was just always buying bras and panties for his girlfriend.
Maybe he was rough in bed, and always tore them off.
Finally you gained some courage and went out onto the sales floor, asking him if he needed any help. He was startled at first, but when he noticed it was you he became flustered and started to stutter out his words.
“Just looking.”
You smiled at him. He had turned to look at a mannequin that was dressed in a, basically see through, red, lingerie set.
“Looking for something for your girlfriend I presume?”
He spun quickly to look at you.
“No. I’m very much single. Just looking.”
You became concerned at this, why was he here if he had no significant other?
He quickly realized that you were starting to become weirded out by him, and thought of an excuse quickly.
“I always look, you guys change your stuff a lot. I like to buy in different sizes so that way when I have someone, they’ll already have plenty. They won’t have to get any of their own.”
Sure it was a dumb excuse, but he thought it would lower your suspicions, which it did.
“What do you think would look the best? I don’t have any of your newer collections.”
You continued to smile at him, and began to lead him closer to the back of the store, which had sets that were a lot more revealing. You pointed to one that framed the body of the mannequin. It didn’t cover anything, it was simply making an outline of all the curves.
“I saw you seemed to like our more revealing pieces, do you like this one?”
Druig could have sworn he felt his heart stop for several seconds, automatically creating a mental picture of you in the set. It was a deep red color, and the metal pieces that held the fabric together were black. It reminded him of the suit he wore when in battle. He enjoyed fighting, it made him feel powerful, and to picture you in the set. It was like heaven to him. Two things he enjoyed the most associated with two colors.
“Sir? Do you like it?”
“I”ll take it.”
It had been hours since he left the store, still thinking of his interaction with you. Still thinking about how good you would look in the set he bought. Weirdly enough, they had one of the sets left, and it looked to be your size. Druig was over the moon about it, he had bought several sets for you already, all in your size. Just waiting for the day he’ll be able to take you home and have you put on a show for him. He had been thinking about it since he left the store, and that’s how he got to where he was now. Laying on his bed, pants pulled down to his ankles, legs slightly bent and spread, and his cock in his hands. The thought of you kept him going for hours, at points he felt like he couldn’t keep going, but the thought of you just made him want to go over and over. He prayed to Arishem that he’d be able to one day let his fantasies come true
Lucky for him, they would.
You two had, not so coincidentally for Druig, ran into each other when you were taking your normal walking route to work one day. You didn’t live far from work so it wasn’t uncommon for you to walk to work. While you were slightly creeped out by him, you were also drawn to him, as if something were controlling you to talk to him.
“Oh I’m so sorry sir, I should have worked where I was going.”
You were laughing, trying to play off the embarrassment.
“You’re fine, I was actually hoping I would run into you today.” He spoke softly, “I was wondering if you’d want to go on some sort of date with me, you seem sweet and I’d like to get to know you.”
Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t say no. He was attractive, and it had been a while since you’ve been on a date.
“Uh, yeah, sure! I’d love to.”
You grabbed his arm gently, and he easily let you pull it away from his body. You rolled up his sleeve and pulled a pen out of your pocket. You gently wrote your name and number on his arm.
“Text me so we can figure something out!”
You smiled at him again before walking away, giving him a quick goodbye and excuse for leaving him so quickly. Druig didn’t care that you had to go right then, he had more chores to do now. Druig wasn’t a very modern man, so he didn’t have a phone. However, he did have plenty of money, being able to mind control people really did have its perks. On his way to the cell phone store he went.
He had bought the newest phone, and had no idea how to use it, so he had to take a lot of his time trying to figure it out. When he did he texted you right away, giving the excuse of, “my phone died, sorry for taking so long.” You were beginning to believe that he wouldn’t text you, and had flaked out on you. Your hopes quickly went back up when you had received the text from him. You two had made plans that night that he would meet you after work, walk you to a resternaunt, and then see what happens from there.
After seeing Druig shop so much in the store, you quickly noticed his liking towards the colors red and black. He made it very obvious in his choices for lingerie. You went home quickly during your break and you had picked out a tight fitting, deep red dress, paired with black accessories. You brought it back to work in a big, matching black, purse that was big enough to also hold your work clothes when you were finished changing.
Druig was so eager for the date that he had showed up half an hour early, and waited outside the building for you, counting the seconds until your shift ended. You ended up being a few minutes late due to the outfit change but Druig didn’t mind at all, he was just happy to be going on a date with you.
You two had gone to a simple restaurant, and talked the entire time. You learned that you had some things in common, such as liking more of the quiet side of life. You’d two also happened to have a few glasses of wine, however neither of you were drunk, maybe slightly tipsy. During the date Druig had proposed the idea of going back to his place and watching a movie with him. He also offered that you could stay the night, seeing as he had a spare room that you could sleep in if that’s what you were more comfortable with. You had automatically agreed, you hadn’t even really had the chance to think about it before your body spoke for you.
On the walk to his house you noticed Druig messing with his eye a lot, and upon closer inspection, you noticed he had been wearing contacts, and that they were covering his natural blue eyes the entire time. You didn’t really mind, you didn’t really care. Druig lived in a beautiful house that had less of a modern look to it. It was absolutely beautiful however, and you were definitely taken away by the inside of the house. It was kind of modern, but still had a vintage look to it. You didn’t really get to have a good look at a lot of the house though because Druig quickly lead you to the living room, insisting that you take of your shoes and get comfortable on the couch while he prepared movie snacks.
Druig and you both decided on a movie together, and settled in. You, again, made the moves and moved closer to Druig, cuddling into his side. He admired your boldness, and appreciated it too, seeing as he wouldn’t have had the confidence to move closer to you, in fear that you would think he’s just trying to sleep with you. While he did want to sleep with you, he also just wanted to be with you in general. He wanted every part of you. You also were growing an interest to the quiet brunette, and your feelings seemed to have tripled by now, but your lust for him had also begun to grow. You gently trailed your hand to his thigh under some blankets that were covering the two of you. Druig made no effort to stop you, secretly hoping you would continue to move farther.
You did.
Now here you were, in his bed, practically screaming his name and he thrusted into you over, and over, and over again. He knew just how fast to go and right where the perfect spot was in your body. His bare back was littered with scratch marks from your nails, and your neck was covered in marks that he was continuing to make the entire night. This is what you had both wanted, and it was absolutely amazing, and you had hoped it would never end. However, as much as you didn’t want it to, it ended. You both had become tired, and decided it was time to head to bed. While you had arranged to stay in Druig’s guest room, you stayed with him that night, cuddling into his side.
“Beautiful, it’s time to wake up.”
At first it had startled you, but you quickly remembered the day before. Opening your eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the light, your eyes started to see the face of the man you had slept with the night before.
“Hi Druig.”