#dane whitman fic

[sideblogofhell]

a lesson in friction

summary: you have the hots for your professor pairing: dane whitman x male reader word count: 1.1k warnings: 18+ warning, frottage, dry humping, professor/student, dni if uncomfy a/n: first entry to the kink challenge have fun!

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“Kinetic friction is a force present when the contact surfaces move with respect to each other,” your physics professor said. His midnight blue sleeves rolled up along his muscular forearms as he pointed at the slideshow. “ It is also known as sliding friction and acts on surfaces sliding past one another.”

Your eyes wander to his slicked black hair and his eyes that look like bottomless pits. The topmost buttons opened revealing some hair on his chest. You crossed your legs from the growing heat in your center, your mind falling into the palms of lust. 

The hour went by in a blur, you listened to his voice steadfast, taking down notes and copying the words on the screen. You couldn’t really focus, his shirt was tight against his toned body, his arms shown definition, his waist small and his ass—

“That’s all for today everyone,” he said, closing his laptop and turning off the screen. “And by the way, I’m staying behind for another thirty minutes if anyone wants some feedback on their papers.”

Everyone leaves except for you, fumbling to get your things tidied up before you speak to him. “Professor Whitman, I’d like to talk to you about my paper.”

“Sure thing, come closer so I can see it.”

You went to the first row seats of the class, he stands inches away from your face, his waist perpendicular to your skull. He takes a finger to your paper, pointing out some errors in your computation. He takes a pencil off the desk and wraps his body around yours. 

His left arm pressed against the seat’s backrest and his right arm around you holding the pencil. He circled on the mistakes in your solution and gave a few comments on how you can improve. You could feel his warmth cover you, his musky scent fills your senses and the friction between your bodies elicits a soft moan. 

He places his left hand on your shoulder to rub it, “Fantastic work, some minor revisions here and there and you’d get a perfect score,” your cheeks start to heat up from the touch. He leaves your side to put his laptop in his leather messenger bag, wrapping the charging cord around his hands. “How’s the internship going, you’re in that tech apprenticeship, right?” you nod. 

As you tried to get up you felt a pain in between your legs, your cock aching hard, straining against your jeans. You quickly sat back down so he wouldn't notice. You heard him snicker under his breath. “Havin’ trouble there?”

Panic rose from your spine, you were caught and this will go badly. He sat on the edge of the large hardwood table in front of you, his arms crossed. “You wouldn’t sit properly throughout class, always moving your legs around like you had your balls stung by an ant.”

“I’m so sorry Mr. Whitman—”

“It’s alright, typical arousal response to stimuli,” his eyes were dead set on yours as he spoke. “May I ask if I’m the stimulus in this situation?”

You nod in shame. You looked down on the desk avoiding his gaze. You heard the table creak, he slowly inched closer. His index finger went to your chin, lifting your face back to his gaze. “What was it then, was it my touch?” he said as he caressed your cheeks. You nod like a dog given a treat. “No need for apologies, I’m simply here to help.”

He gestured for you to stand, you tried to rearrange your hardness so as not to tent. He places his thumb on your lips. He asks for you permission before he presses his own lips to yours. The heat, lifting towards him. You groaned under his breath as his tongue reached for yours. 

He spun you around, your ass against the hardwood desk, his hand went to your crotch caressing your erection. You moaned aloud as you felt a wetness form from your tip. He played with you through frictions, your hands gripped onto his muscular arms. 

“Go lock the door and come back here,” he ordered. 

The silence in the room was broken by the sound of a lock. He takes your hands and presses them on the table, your back arched towards his waist. You could feel his own erection press against your ass as he starts to thrust on your jeans, the friction sending electricity through his skin. 

Your own hardness was rubbing against the edge of the table. He started to place kisses all over your nape up to your ear, his hands caressing your torso. The heat emanating from his body was like a drug to you, his scent was addicting and his moans on your ear was borderline erotic. 

He starts to unbutton your jeans until your leaking cock was bare against the airconditioned room. He lets his palm out in front of you and spits on it. The sight was so lewd coming from him you started to get dizzy. His wet hands touched the sensitive tip of your cock making you shudder in response. He takes this as a sign to wrap the remaining fingers around the shaft slowly sliding up and down. 

Your mouth let out nothing but grunt and groans as he sucked on the skin of your neck, his hands jerking you off while his hips rut against your back. Your head falls back against his shoulder as your hips thrust into his hand. You feel your climax coming, your noises sounded like you were pleading for release. The friction of his hand against the sensitive head broke the dam inside you, you let out a cry as cum shot off into the desk. You hear him moan as well as his thrusts become erratic, you share one last kiss after you ride your highs.

“Sorry about the desk,” you uttered.

“Don’t worry, at least it's not your trousers,” he gestures for the wet patch in his pants. 

You laugh. “I should go, thanks I guess?” you said in confusion. 

“Anytime,” he laughs as well. 

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[avengerphobic]

[nonbino-chaos-fox]

To be honest I'm interested in seeing how far I can get into fandoms without having watched the source material. Like have I watched Moon Knight? Nope. Have I read too many fanfics? Yep. Am I in the process of writing a Moon Knight fic? Absolutely.

[saccmaass-reads]

Dane Whitman recommended fics

Here’s a list of all my favorite Dane Whitman fics I’ve read lately, I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I did! if you have any fic recs of your own don’t hesitate to send me❤

Note: please pay attention to the warnings

Thank you @firefly-graphics for the dividers:)

Dating Dane Whitman by @buckyhoney​

[niniel-is-writing-shakespeare]

The whole thing about Ikaris being a pilot and now I want to rewrite You've Lost That Loving Feeling as an Ikaris/Dane fic. Heeeelp

[soloavengers]

(looking at SoTE armor sets) when I wrote an elden ring inserting my babygirl loser Black Knight Dane manifesting this was not my intention

[cdragons]

Our Love is Eternal-Chapter 2 

Previous Chapter Pairing(s): Ikaris x fem!Elemental!Reader; Sersi x Dane Whitman Word Count: 5.0k words Chapter Summary: Ikaris continues to reminisce of the love you two shared while Sersi is about to meet an old friend Warning: slight angst, overload of fluff, Sersi mentally cursing, past natural violence, mention of abusive childhood, past violence Author's Note: Once again, a special thank you to the one and only @valeskafics for kindly agreeing to being my beta despite her insanely busy schedule! I could not have continued this fic (or any of my fics) without your help! Also thank you to everyone who decided to keep reading my works, I cannot tell you enough how grateful I am for all the likes and reblogs! I sincerely apologize for how long this chapter took, it is shorter than the last one. I'm trying to see if making my chapters shorter, I can post more frequently. Hope you enjoy this chapter! Be kind and like, reblog, and/or comment if you want me to continue!

“Ikaris…Ikaris…” 

It’s you. You were calling out to him. 

Ikaris reaches out to hold you, to press your frame against his for a single moment of bliss to fight the ocean of misery that had been his life since you left him. He feels your body shaking, and he looks down to see tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“Ikaris, I love you.” You swore to him. 

Why are you crying? 

“I love you so much.” 

Do you? 

“I’m sorry; I’m so, so sorry.” 

Then stay – please just stay. 

“Please, I’m begging you. Just forget me.” 

My cruel darling, how could you ask such a thing from me? How could you even think of mocking my pain with such an impossible favor? 

“Forget our vow, just be free of me.” 

If forgetting you is freedom, then let me be damned by your haunting. 

And then he woke up, and once more you were gone. 

Opening his eyes only to see that the sun had not risen yet, Ikaris stretched his tired muscles before rubbing his face to loudly groan at the idea of going through another tedious day of pretending to be human. Looking at the clock on his left bedside, he sees that it was only 4:42 am. Despite not needing to meet Sersi until at least 10, he knew that there was little point in attempting to sleep again. Instead, he decided to take a quick run to hopefully get his mind off you. He would have flown, but he felt the need to purposely limit himself to distract himself. Quickly getting dressed in a navy-blue cotton compression tee with black running shorts, he decided to make a route that would start at his building in Hammersmith to around Hyde Park’s perimeter, before returning. Putting a dark-grey hoodie, he quickly put in his ear buds before listening to one of the playlists Sersi made for him when she dragged him to buy a new phone after learning he only carried a flip phone. 

Being an Eternal – especially one that can literally fly – there was little point in exercising, as they cannot age, get sick, or physically change. But Ikaris found that it took a tremendous amount of both mental and physical concentration in limiting his physical capabilities to that of an average human male. He learned this when you made fun of his being unable to shoot an arrow from a bow like a human during one of your earlier outings together. 

He was grateful that the sun hadn’t risen yet, otherwise he certainly would have gotten some unwanted stares from civilians. While he was running, he tried to keep his head from glancing around the world around him – but it was futile. All he could see was the changes made to the city since its founding. What was once a tiny settlement from the Roman Empire expanded to the bustling metropolis now. By the time his run is over, the sun is rising, his playlist has ended, and he is ripping off his clothes to wash away all the sweat on his body to prepare for the day. He doesn’t bother to wait for the water to heat up before letting it pour against his skin. As the water slowly starts to warm up, he closes his eyes and lets his mind drift off to the entirety of his life. 

Ikaris remembered every moment of his seven-thousand-year lifespan on Earth. He remembered everything from the moment he awoke on the Domo, to the first time he spilled the blood of his first deviant, saving that young boy whose father was cruelly devoured by that same monstrosity. He couldn’t claim that he particularly enjoyed his existence, only that he knew he had a purpose to achieve, one bestowed upon him by Arishem. A purpose he intended to fulfill to the best of his abilities and expected the very same by his fellow Eternals. Although the mission had its obstacles, knowing that he was an integral component in carrying out Arishem’s plan for this planet was more than enough to him. According to Ajak, the Grand Celestial was very pleased by their progress and dedication in their faith towards him.  

Everything was going smoothly, until a sudden windstorm annihilated one of the settlements, they had been watching over for over a decade. Thankfully none of the humans were harmed, but the destruction was unsettling. Ajak assured both the humans and her children that the storm resulted from the Earth’s evolving climatology. But the storms continued, and the powerful gales were accompanied by heavy rain, followed by constant thunder and lightning. Even worse, the constant downpour of rain caused a rise in water levels, resulting in any settlement close to any water body to be completely flooded beyond repair. 

Ajak and Sersi had been completely beside themselves with panic for humanity’s tedious fragility, their tender and soft hearts breaking more and more with each loss of life.  

The kind and noble Makkari had fallen into bouts of depression in knowing that her extraordinary speed could only save so many; along with the fact that more links of humanity’s past were lost forever.  

Sprite was losing more of her spark and grew more aggravated as she could no longer use her illusions to lift their spirits, camouflaging herself into her surroundings to avoid any interaction.  

The ever so cheerful Kingo no longer flaunted their home, and only grew more withdrawn and taciturn.  

Thena only continued to train herself harder, growing more agitated by her unquenched thirst for battle, and her self-frustration at her inability to strike the cause of humans’ plight.  

Gilgamesh took it upon himself to be her sparring partner and emotional tether when her frustration grew too much.  

Phastos had nearly worked himself into a damn stupor in trying to figure out the cause of such calamity, only to discover that the natural disasters could not be considered “natural” at all.  

No, to classify the cause as “not natural” was a gross understatement. The chaos that erupted in the Domo in discovering that the abnormal wind patterns were from an all-powerful wind goddess referred to as Zephyr, “Mistress of the Winds.” However, it was not she who was the mastermind of all this destruction. No, that honor belongs solely to you…the younger sister of her most prized protégé who she adored to dote on.  

Despite what his other Eternals assumed of him; Ikaris was more than aware of his flaws. He knew that he could be at times overbearing and arrogant, that he can seem unkind and indifferent to humanity he had sworn to protect, that he at times had “tunnel vision” when it came to his mission and was uncompromising, and that he was too easily baited by his fellow eternal and rival Druig. But he could gladly accept all of his faults, if only so that he would be burdened by his greatest weakness, you.  

You, who pillaged the land with endless floods and harrowing winds, inflicting more damage upon the humans than any deviant. You, who plagued his mind since the very first time he laid eyes on you over six-thousand years ago on the shores of what is now referred to as the Mediterranean Sea. Ikaris remembered that time well, as he was sent with Ajak and Druig to not only formally announce their presence on Earth, but hopefully form a sort of partnership between them and the offenders. For Ajak to lower herself to ask for permission to meet with you was insulting to say the least, even Druig agreed with him on this matter.  

At first glance, Ikaris dismissed you as a spoiled goddess, drunk enough on her otherworldly power to delude her into thinking herself more important than his purpose to Arishem. How could he not, with your fine cerulean silk robes wrapped around your pliant body, further lavished in silver adornments and precious sea stones? It had not been until he looked into your eyes that he was taken back by their intensity and forced to reevaluate his original assessment. Those dazzling, glorious, beckoning (e/c) eyes that stared back at him with such blazing ferocity that he wondered if you were actually a fire demon disguised as a water goddess. 

The introductions were fairly straightforward; it was the matter of the “negotiations” that led to the problem. Ajak tried to explain that their mission as the “Eternals” was to protect humanity from the “Deviants” in order to aid them to prosper and evolve. She tried to explain how the flooding is a risk to their mission, and how their creator “Arishem” would bring dire consequences on those who intend to disrupt their assignment to the people of Earth.  

You then explained that you did actually care about the “surface walkers.” In your eyes, the moment they left the sea, you held no responsibility over them. What concerned you was the fact that since the “Eternals” arrived on Earth, the deviants had started to target those who relied on your protection. Not only that, but there have been multiple instances of territories being destroyed by strange energy beams. You and your brothers did not fight in a three-thousand-year war to banish your tyrant of a father and restore the sea’s delicate balance only for a band of pretty aliens in shiny tights to ruin it. Stating all of this, you demanded the head of the one who caused so much destruction in return for the flooding to cease. 

This is where the discussion got a bit…overzealous on both ends. As Ikaris admitted himself to be the one who could create the energy beams from his eyes – even giving you and your aunt a demonstration by destroying the impressive rock formation behind you into a million tiny pebbles. He then outright demanded that your childish temper tantrum cease, as you and your “people” were not more important than the orders from the Great Celestial Arishem. He told you of how as an Eternal, nothing was more important than the fulfillment of his grand design.  

This outraged you to no end, as you slammed the stone table as you quickly stood to meet your opponent’s gaze. You then countered Ikaris by stating that your family and kingdom had existed long before the surface walkers, let alone the Eternals. You went so far to blatantly called him a “puppet” to this Arishem character, for so willingly going along with his so called “grand design.” In your eyes, those who blindly followed a higher being were no different than pawns. And in your experience, pawns were the ones who were always the first to be sacrificed by the masters they followed. 

The two of you argued back and forth at one another for what seemed to be hours. Ajak and Lady Zephyr both appeared to be extremely nervous at the heated exchange; while Druig seemed more amused than nervous at the heated discussion. He didn’t want to voice his opinion, but he was intrigued by your honest skepticism. You were clearly someone who believed in proof through action and evidence as opposed to blind faith.  

Although, it wasn’t until you torpedoed sea water to Ikaris – no doubt resulting in a concussion and few dozen broken bones, added by you throwing your sandal to his battered face for good measure (leaving a clear red imprint of the shoe that would last for at least an hour) – that truly made you earn the mind controller’s respect. Ikaris would later flush in embarrassment every time Druig told this story to the team, describing in excessive detail how pathetic the Golden Son looked with his armor completely soaked, and how his body was ruined to the point he couldn’t even fly. 

However, in learning that your main concern remained in your people’s protection. Ajak suggested that you would aid the Eternals in preventing the deviants from consuming the humans, so long that they provide help to prevent the same from being done to your people as well. Along with that, Ikaris would be much more careful in making sure that his energy beams do not damage any of the ocean reefs.  

Despite knowing that this arrangement would be mutually beneficial to both parties, you still had to discuss it with your brothers before a final decision could be reached. However, you assured the Prime Eternal that you would immediately reach out to inform her when a final decision has been made and announce it in person. Ajak countered this by telling you that she would send both Druig and Ikaris as escorts as a symbol of good faith and respect between both families. Although he protested a great deal at the time, Ikaris knew that it was his duty as Ajak’s second-in-command to follow her orders. Looking back, he couldn’t help but feel very grateful for Ajak’s insistence of his company. If she had never done so, he would never have had the opportunity to get to know the beautiful complexity that was you. 

Since that meeting, he had to learn to tolerate your quips and pranks. He would be forced to make conversation with you in order to diminish the overwhelming awkward and silent tension. You would be forced to pretend that his company was welcome. He would learn about your complicated relationship with your mother, and the scars you carried from your father. You would apologize for calling him a puppet and admit that you were jealous of his ability to have faith in ideas and places and people he had no recollection of ever meeting before his mission on Earth. He would buy your first loaf of bread and smile fondly at how large your cheeks would get in how much you stuffed them. You would show him how to eat sea grapes raw and laugh at his bewildered reaction and gagging. He would see that beneath all the scars and sarcasm, was a girl who was robbed of any sense of security as a child. You would see that behind the stoicism and preaching, laid a soldier whose faith was his only constant in his role of an observer to constant change. 

In a way, you both were not so different from one another. You both were warriors with purpose forced upon them by higher beings with no choice in the matter. You both had to make sacrifices that painted yourselves as strong and hid away the cracks and broken pieces. But somehow, the broken parts of either of you made the most beautiful mosaic when put together. And that made all of the pain worth it. 

Ikaris was then brought out of his wistful melancholy at the realization that the warm water had turned icy on his skin. Immediately shutting off faucet, he stepped onto the rug and quickly dried himself before tossing his running clothes into the laundry hamper next to the bidet. He briskly sauntered off to his wardrobe and pulled out his typical daytime casual wear of a black crew neck t-shirt with black jeans and a dark peacoat with black leather Oxfords.  

Making an adequate breakfast of toast, eggs, and black coffee; he quickly ate as he watched the boats sail on the river from the view in his flat’s reception room. Glancing at his phone to note the time, he was shocked to find that he had less than fifteen minutes to get to the museum. Although his attendance was in no way expected and necessary today, he made a commitment to his friend and was determined to see it through. He swiftly washed his dishes and checked his home to make sure that nothing could burn, nor flood the apartment while he was away. Taking only his phone and his keys, he locked the door and exited his building. Greeting the daytime porter, Norman, who managed to expertly hail him a cab within seconds. As Ikaris handed Norman a generous tip for his service, he entered the cab before sinking into the seat as he looked at the river to his side. 

No matter how pretty the view might have been, no amount of picturesque sunlight could hide the heaps of grime and waste that laid on the bottom of the river floor. While London was never the most hygienic of cities, it has only worsened to an irreversible extent since the dawn of the Industrial Revolution in the 18th century. If Ikaris was grateful for only one thing since your disappearance, it was that you were absent from the horrors he is forced to witness every day. While you were never a fan of England, you and he shared many fond memories of Europe; the time you two spent in the early 3000 BC Scandinavia held an especially special place in his mind.  

You knew what snow was, and how it looked – your eldest brother’s domain was in the Artic Circle for Gods’ sake– but you had never been allowed to touch it, let alone play with it. And when you saw a small group of human children throwing snowballs at one another, you decided to make the biggest one you could make before chucking it directly to Ikaris’ face. Ikaris was so taken back by the assault, he barely registered what happened before you decided to throw another aimed at his solar plexus. Naturally, this led to a full-heated battle that lasted for the rest of the day. By the end of it, Ikaris couldn’t remember the last time he felt so young and laughed so hard. In fact, he couldn’t recall smiling so much before meeting you. But as the two of you laid on your backs, watching the stars and moon fill up the night sky, he heard you whisper something that he would never forget. 

“These lands must have magic inside its bones.” 

Confused, Ikaris wanted you to repeat yourself. But when he turned his head, there were no words. Because there you laid, soft smiles and flushed cheeks; but all he saw were your eyes. In that moment, there were more stars in your eyes than there were in the galaxy. Realizing you were expecting a response. Ikaris thought back to all the stories Sprite told to the humans at banquets and feasts. He would laugh at her made-up tales of magic and themselves as gods.  

But if someone like him can laugh and play like a human; if you were by his side laughing with soft smiles, flushed cheeks, and eyes filled with stars; if the two of you can lie on the snow-covered ground as time flies by; then maybe magic truly did exist beyond stories and ideas. 

“I think you’re right.” 

And he found that he meant it with all his heart. 

As Ikaris continued to reminisce about simpler times, he felt a soft mechanical buzzing. Knowing that it was most likely Sersi questioning him of his location, he reached into his pocket to silence the ring without even looking. Not even realizing that he was about to get everything he ever wanted for the last 600 years in the most unexpected way possible. 

NATURAL HISTORY MUSEUM, LONDON – ABOUT 30 MINUTES EARLIER 

Since Ajak had split the team, and each member had decided to venture off in their own lives, Sersi was determined to continue to live amongst humans. She had seen millions killed by their own hand, but her love for humanity remained steadfast. As she continued to roam, she would live a life with a new role. Sometimes she was a wandering healer who could transform a rock into medicine; other times she would pretend to be a midwife, witnessing first-hand the wonders and joys of life and creation. In this time however, working as a museum scientist to one of the most prestigious institutions in the modern world was thrilling in a different way. She was able to meet so many people from all around the world, not including sharing her knowledge from her early life to the next generation of potential scholars. She may have been terrible with punctuality, but her natural ability to teach had saved her many close calls. However, she made sure to leave her shared flat with Sprite about 30 minutes earlier than usual to meet Dane and finally meet the mysterious historian this morning. But as she prepared herself, she slightly regretted that decision. 

Sersi couldn’t remember the last time she was so anxious to meet someone in a professional setting. She loved her job, and she was good at it too. Ever since her first day, she was always in her element. As she walked into her office, she was immediately relieved by the sight of a strong dark figure in a handsome white cover that was sitting on her papers.  

“One iced americano with 2 espresso shots and an avocado on toast for you my lady, from yours truly.”  

Oh, and Dane was there too! 

Sersi chuckled fondly at the sight of her boyfriend as he made a grand sweeping arm gesture to the takeaway feast before her eyes.  

“My hero,” she cooed as she held her hand over her chest as she pretended to swoon. “How did know?” 

“Well, considering how long we’ve been together,” he started, “I figured that the only way you were going to get here early enough to make a decent impression on our special guest was if you skipped your usual morning meal routine. So, I thought that some caffeine and overpriced toast would be enough to get you through the morning.”  

“Well, you thought correctly.” Sersi gave Dane a quick peck on the cheek before walking to her desk and setting her things down. “Isn’t this coffee shop really busy around this time?” 

“Yeah, but don’t worry. I’ve got an old schoolmate who works there as the chef. He made sure to set my order aside when I asked him last night.” 

“Oh no, was it any trouble?” No matter how sweet the gesture was, Sersi hated the idea of causing trouble for others, especially those she held close to her heart. 

“Nah,” Dane quickly reassured her, “I just owe him a pint or two when I next see him for drinks.”  

“Well, I’m very grateful for you and your friend.” She stated as she opened the takeaway box, only for her jaw to drop and her eyes to stare back at her human boyfriend. 

“You ate it?” The lovely eternal exclaimed in shock and betrayal, but Dane only shrugged while sucking a breath through his teeth. 

“Yeah,” he drawled out with his hands in his slacks’ pockets, “I didn’t actually expect you to show up early, and please hear me out before you get angry!” Putting his hands in front of him in an attempt to make peace, “I didn’t want it to go to waste, and I only really ate half of it.” As if pointing out that last bit would grant him any mercy. 

But seeing that he crossed a line, Dr. Dane Whitman made sure to save his ultimate weapon for guaranteed forgiveness.  

“Forgive me?” He begged, pouting slightly as he pulled out the most pitiful puppy-eyed expression he could manage. Fingers crossed behind his back in hopes that it would work. 

“Damn it,” thought Sersi, “he knows I can’t NOT forgive him when he does that.” Whatever defenses Sersi had were always knocked completely down whenever Dane pulled out that expression. It didn’t help that she found his pout incredibly adorable. She sighed in mock defeat. 

“Fine,” she conceded, “I suppose that I can forgive you this one time.” Walking over to her mortal lover as she wrapped her arms around his neck, she closed the distance until their lips were a breath apart.  

“But don’t ever eat my toast again.” Sersi stated with an expression too serious to be taken seriously. 

“Deal,” Dane nodded in mocking serious expression, the ends of his mouth lifting as Sersi leaned in for a kiss. It was almost pitiful how devastated she was when she pulled away to eat the rest of her feast. 

“By the way,” she stated after taking a large sip of her coffee to wash down the toast, “Isaac is coming to visit today. To see the historian visiting today.” 

“Since when was he interested in nautical folklore and oceanography?”  

It was a fair question to ask. Ikaris may have been an ancient immortal being that watched over humanity’s evolution, but Isaac Harris was a man with PhD’s in both Classical and Historical Archeology.  

“He just wants to make sure that our time and resources aren’t going to be wasted,” reassured Sersi, “that’s all. But I think he’s more curious to see if I can actually manage to come in before him in anything.” 

 “Well,” Dane chuckled, “good to know you beat him today at least. But seriously, how are you feeling today?”  

“Yeah!” Sersi cheerfully replied, “This wouldn’t be my first rodeo, and knowing that she is closer to our age will help smooth any awkward tension!” 

“At the very least, she’s closer to the age I put on my resume,” thought Sersi. 

“Good to know at least one of us is confident,” chided Dane to the beautiful Eternal. But his next words were very sincere, “it’s impossible to not adore you though.” 

Sersi did genuinely swoon that time. She was surprised that her knees managed to keep her steady. Luckily, the clock above her office’s entrance showed her that they were both dangerously close to being barely early in meeting their guest. 

“Well, we better head down now,” she softly stated as she walked toward the door with her incredible boyfriend’s hand locked with hers. “After all, first impressions and punctuality are the things that mean a great deal to us Brits.”  

Dane’s smile grew even larger at her terrible joke, “Most of us at least.” And he swore that his morning became ten times better at hearing her laugh on his own. 

After what seemed like an eternity of impatient walking in the familiar halls and corridors to finally reach the grand lobby, both Dr. Sersi and Dr. Dane Whitman hurried down the ornate staircase. To their shock and amazement, their mystery guest was already there, standing with their backs turned toward them and staring at the colossal skeleton hanging above her. Reaching the bottom, Sersi felt there was something strange about this person, almost…familiar. 

“Hello,” Dane called out, “I am so sorry for making you wait. Although, it’s a huge relief to know that someone of your caliber would find our institution’s Hope to be worthy of your attention. The full story is quite remarkable actually, see she-” 

“She was found in 1891, along the Irish coastline,” a hauntingly familiar voice interjected, “judging from the sheer size of the skeleton, I’d say that the fisherman must have gained a fortune by auctioning the corpse. I can’t imagine how long it must have taken the buyer to butcher the meat and boil down the blubber.”  

Sersi swore she stopped breathing. It couldn’t be…could it? 

It wasn’t until their guest paused to turn and faced the couple that Sersi felt her heart beating more rapidly by the second.  

Over 5000 years ago, Sersi met a young woman who came from the sea. The young woman was the product of two great beings, each containing powers that existed before time itself. She lived a hard life, but she grew strong. She learned to control the sea she came from, along with banishing a primordial evil. But with peace came solitude, and with solitude came loneliness. But she eventually found the Eternals, or rather they learned of her. An agreement was brokered between the two parties, and what was an alliance of necessity came a bond willingly forged of fond memories. But around 600 years ago, the young woman disappeared for unknown reasons, and was never seen again. 

Until now apparently. 

Sersi couldn’t believe her eyes. It was over 600 years ago in Mesoamerica. You had donned your battle armor and unsheathed the blade the finest sea smiths forged in honor of your first kill in the name of your eldest brother’s new empire. Sersi remembered how terrified Ikaris was in that battle; he could not remain by your side since the Deviants were scattered across the region, and you alone had to cover the coastline. It was a brutal battle that day. By the end, your pristine robes were shredded and whatever remained was drenched in tar-like blood. She could see new scars and bruises littered on the skin that peaked through the torn cloth. That steady stance that could only come from a seasoned warrior such as yourself was gone; in fact, you looked less like a warrior and more like a beggar. Your body had taken so much damage that you could only be healed by your second eldest brother. Sersi remembered being terrified of your well-being, but you reassured her that you would soon return. She wept for days after learning from Ajak that you could no longer return. 

And yet, here you were! You were right in front of her! Except that it seems you traded your warrior aesthetic for modern business casual. She took in the sight in front of her. You were smartly dressed in a double-breasted blazer with gold buttons over a striped cotton zip sweater, and light-wash straight leg jeans paired with a pair of flat-heeled light brown loafers. The familiar braids you styled daily were replaced with a sleeker, more modern style. She took in your figure, pitifully attempting to find any resemblance between the image of the woman before her and the memory of her friend who she thought was gone. The only thing that confirmed your identity to her was the lapis lazuli charm attached to a gold chain around your neck. 

“It matches his eyes.” You told her when showing her the gift Ikaris gave all those years ago. 

As if sensing that Sersi finally confirmed your identity for herself, you gave out a warm smile. 

“Hey Sersi,” you cheerfully stated, “it’s been a while huh?” You walked forward and wrapped your arms around her to give her a tight hug. 

Reciprocating your embrace, Sersi had only one thought going through her head as she warmly greeted you back. 

“You bitch.” 

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[angel-of-the-moons]

I think I’d be quite neat if “A rose under the moon” reader was friends with Blade and Dane Whitman (black knight I believe), or reader becomes the avatar of the god of choas, but despite choas having a negative reputation and being known to be evil, he’s just a silly little dude who genuinely grows to care for reader and he’s like an annoying older brother to reader

I am familiar with Blade (that movie made a good chunk of my childhood, I loved the first film, even if by standards now it's pretty goofy) but I wasn't too familiar with Dane Whitman! He's certainly... interesting. He definitely brings an air of... hm... curiosity for me. 🤔

I may or may not look into Dane for possible implications.

Blade however will make an appearance in my Moon Knight fic, Blood Moon! You can't involve vampires in a Marvel fic and not have Blade make an appearance.

As for other gods...

Well.... let me just say that they're not going to be the ones you expect to be involved, not at first anyway...

I have very heavily hinted at who they will be, I'm surprised nobody's picked up on it, yet! 😁

[su-alteza-emia]

hi emia!!

🏛️ ¦ Your soul It rots and only your memory will remain : Send me this and i’ll assign you a specific quote from one of my fics!

HIII!!!

So, for this one i search in my Taylor swift songs related and this is one of my favorite quotes!

"because the man won the empty space that her heart still had."

Is a London Boy fic with Dane Whitman!!!

[nuclearr-wessels]

i was tagged by @deuce-tiberius​ for a get to know me meme, thank you! 💗

3 ships: riker/worf from star trek tng, since that is probably from where deuce-tiberius and i know each other haha! then dane whitman/steven grant from the mcu because i posted a new fic with them just yesterday. and lastly hannigram lol what can i say ¯_(ツ)_/¯

first ever ship: jessie and james from the pokémon anime haha, i was even in a shipping forum despite my parents forbidding me to go on the internet (wild times)

last song: "loners" by maddie ross

last movie: man of steel! don't like zack snyder but love me some superman

currently reading: a tolkien funfacts book that my friends gifted me for my birthday

currently watching: guillermo del toro's cabinet of curiosities and nbc hannibal (i'm on a spooky trip apparently lol, i finished wednesday last week)

currently consuming: a glass of water uwu

currently craving: that my flatemate gets out of bed to clean up the mess he made in the kitchen during his party last night lol

the post asked for 9 people to be tagged but i don't have the energy rip, so i'm tagging @enragedbisexual, @friendofgeorgeharrison, @cancersyndrome, @thirdtwin3, @gaycoloratura (i feel like i know some of you better already haha but this meme is still fun!)

[lonelydarlings]

I'll Be Seeing You pt. 7

I'll Be Seeing You

Druig x Eternal!Reader

Inspired by "I'll Be Seeing You" by Billie Holiday

WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+ smut, fluff

I hope you all enjoy ;) sorry if there are mistakes its hella late and im tired af

Please let me know if you want to be on the taglist. if I forgot anyone, I'm so sorry. send me a message and I'll fix it for you.

Enjoy!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Eight

Part Nine

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“Where are we going?” You asked, letting a smile spread to your lips as you took Druigs hand.

“It’s a surprise.” He grinned, something mischievous behind his cerulean blue eyes.

“It makes me nervous when you say that.” You chucked.

You let Druig lead the way as you followed him from the wedding reception and into the small village. Most of the inhabitants had found their way home, only a few stragglers remaining. You made your way through the winding streets, trepidation and excitement tingling your belly. The night was warm, and you breathed in a light sigh as a breeze blew across your skin.

“The moon is beautiful tonight.” You commented, gazing up at the starry sky.

“It is. I think the moon is my favorite thing about this planet.” Druig said, casting a causal glance in your direction.

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” You giggled, slowly interlocking your arm with his.

“Because” he began, smiling. “She’s ever changing but always consistent. She shines brightly, even in the darkest of nights. She is the push and pull of the tides, she creates energy. She is truly,” he paused, turning toward you. “the most beautiful thing in this world.” He brought his hand up to your face, pushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“That’s a lovely way to put it, Dru.” You smiled, blushing at his caressing touch.

“It’s true.” He simply stated. “Come on, we’re almost there.”

You let Druig continue to lead the way, stealing glances up at his face every now and again. The small road you were walking on slowly began to form into a dirt path, large brush lining it on each side. Fragrant flowers grew along the path here and there, casting small shadows in the moonlight. In the distance, you could hear the soft rumbling of water. Coming into the clearing, your breath was taken away by the sight before you. A pool of water surrounded by lush greenery filled your point of view. Up a head, a large outcropping of rock jutted from the mountainside as a waterfall rushed peacefully across the lush scenery. Moonbeams bounced off the flowing water, casting light into the darkness before you.

“Druig, how did you find this place?” You asked in awe, stepping toward the water’s edge.

“Makkari was doing some scouting the other day. She told me about it, so I thought,” he paused, shrugging. “Maybe you would want to see it. Ya know, together.”

You smiled brightly back at the man. What a beautiful place this was. It was going to break your heart when you had to leave. Slowly, an idea formed in your head. Sliding off your sandals, you began to unwrap yourself from the many layers of your tiered dress. Druig watched, intrigued. Shimming down to only your underwear, you slowly stepped into the glimmering pool. The cool water kissed your skin, letting go of the evening heat. You let yourself sink down to your waist before you submerged yourself completely. Coming back up for air, you let a soft laugh escape your lips. Druig was still watching you closely, almost as though he was waiting for your approval.

“Well?” You asked, a giggle bubbling up from inside you.

“Well, what?” He grinned, raising his eyebrows.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to join me?” You asked, swimming out into the water.

“Would you like me to join you?” He asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

“It would be a lot more fun if you did.” You said, giggling again.

“If you insist.” He shrugged, beginning to work at the sash around his waist. You watched as he slowly removed the multiple layers of his clothing until he too was only in his underwear. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander across his lean body, taking in the muscled biceps you so desperately wanted to touch. Holding your gaze, he slowly stepped into the water and made his way to you.

“See, isn’t that better?” You asked, swimming up to him.

“I guess so.” He grinned cheekily, earing a splash of water from your direction.

“Oh, we’re going to play that way then, eh?” His eyes darkened with mischief as he ducked under the water. You spun around two or three times, trying to find his body as he swam through the darkened pool. You were startled slightly when he burst through the surface to your left, engulfing you and pulling you under. You pushed him off, laughing as your head broke through the water above.

“You little shit, I’ll get you for that!” You yelled, using your arms to splash large waves into his face. This game played out for a few minutes, each of you taking turns trying to one up the other. Finally, you relented, too tired to continue. Instead, you floated on your back while Druig pulled you slowly through the water. You watched the night sky, commenting on a handful of shooting stars as they streaked across the inky surface. Druig watched your floating form, making small quiet comments here and there.

“Dru, can I show you something?” you asked, almost shyly.

“Of course.” He smiled, bringing your body to a stop in the water. You put your feet on the bottom of the pond, doing your best to find your footing. Druig held your hand for a moment, helping to steady you. Letting go, you backed away a few feet, giving yourself some room.

“Everything okay?” He asked, a worried look crossing his pale face.

“You trust me, yeah?” You asked back, smiling slightly.

“Yes.” He said without hesitation.

“Good.” You looked him in the eye before closing both of yours. You began to feel the familiar flow of energy, it being amplified by the water around you. Slowly, the surrounding darkness was aglow, illuminated by the golden color radiating from your body. Druig watched, mouth slightly open. He had never seen anything like it before. Taking note of how your hair looked almost alive, he slowly began to hear it. His eyes immediately came to look at your mouth, but you were only smiling. Following your gaze, he watched in amazement at the scene before him. The music was coming from the water. Ghosting your fingertips across the surface, tiny music notes began to form under your touch. You began to play a soft, winding melody, now accompanied by your voice. Druig watched, amazing at how effortlessly the music flowed through your body. The water vibrated lightly around him as the energy pulsated, almost like a heartbeat. He let his body sink down to his shoulders, the feeling of your energy radiating through him send shivers across his whole body. He listened to the slow fall and rise of your voice, holding onto it like a lifeline. He could feel your every emotion, all of it flowing into him as he watched the light from your body move slowly around you. He let his mind wander back to the shoreline where his clothes had been discarded. Inside one of the pockets was the reason he brought you here tonight. He had hoped to give you the ring already, but he wasn’t about to stop wherever this night was leading.

Earlier that day

Druig’s POV

“I’m going to do it today.” Druig had said abruptly, causing Makkari to spin on her heal in his direction.

“You mean, like, do it or do it?” She had signed back, a smile playing across her face.

“Depends on where the night leads.” He signed, wiggling his eyebrows at his friend. Taking on a serious tone, he let out a large sigh. “I just don’t know how to go about this.” he took the small box out of his pocket, popping the lid open to examine the small jewel inside.

“Druig, relax.” Makkari signed, crossing the room to sit beside him. “Don’t rush it, just let it happen.”

“I know, I know.” He signed before slipping the box back into his pocket. “I just want it to be perfect.” He ran his hand down his face in exasperation. He never had issues like this, why was he so nervous. It was just a ring. A ring for Y/N, who he had loved since the moment he woke up on this planet. And yet he still had never said those three little words to her face. Fuck. His heartbeat quickened at the thought, causing a small look of alarm to spread across Makkari’s face. Turning to face the man, she placed her hand on top of his.

“Stop working yourself up so much. It’s going to be fine.” she signed, before pausing to make sure no one was watching their conversation. Feeling satisfied that they weren’t being spied on, she began again. “Three nights ago, I was out scouting for Ikaris. I was running around the perimeter of the village when I came to a small clearing just outside the city walls. The road branches off toward the front of the village, it’s not a long walk until you find it.” She paused, surveying the man’s face. “The clearing has a pond that was surrounded by flowers and trees. It even had a waterfall!” Druig nodded his head as he listened to her speak. He knew where she was going with this.

“Take her there tonight after the reception. It’s secluded and out of the way. I kept it a secret so no one will find you out there. Not one of us anyway.” She grinned, nudging his shoulder.

“Thank you Makkari, for everything.” Druig wrapped his friend in a hug.

“By the way, I have something to ask you.” He began his question innocently enough, casually letting his statement hang in the air as he removed the small box from his pocket once more. Opening the lid, he held it into the light, admiring it.

“Tell me, how did you end up with this ring? I mean, humans are advancing quite well but I don’t think they have the technology to create something this beautiful, even with Phastos’ help.” He gave Makkari a sly look, analyzing her facial features and hoping to see her crack around the edges somewhere. Instead of falling into his trap, she simply shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter where it came from. All that matters is that it was made for herwith you in mind.” Makkari took to her feet, giving Druig a quick smile before zooming out the door. Druig looked at the ring again, thinking about how much Makkari had just made sense. From the metal used to the size, he was pretty sure it was perfect. There was only one person who knew Y/N better than anyone else, even him. “Sersi.” He whispered into the empty room, smiling softly to himself. He would have to give her a hug for this one.

Coming back to the present, he listened as your sweet serenade ended, the light slowly dwindling back toward your body. He slowly made his way toward you through the water, still entranced by your ethereal beauty. You giggled at his wide-eyed look, reaching out and softly cupping his cheek. He leaned into your touch, his skin almost on fire, even in the cool water. There was something about watching you sing that drove him crazy. So many nights he had listened, dreaming about the day he could take you home and show you how much you really meant to him. He looked down at you, eyes hooded slightly.

“What did you think?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes. He stared at you for a long moment before taking a tentative step in your direction.

“How’d you do that?” he asked, gazing deeply into your eyes.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, smiling. “It’s not any different than any other time, is it?”

“Sweetheart, I’ve watched you for centuries I’ve never felt the way I just did.” Druig said, turning his head to kiss your palm.

“What do you mean?” You giggled, stepping back to look at him better.

“When you started, I could feel your energy all around me. It was like a part of you was flowing into me, making me feel the same emotions as you.” Druig stopped, looking directly into your eyes.

“What emotions did you feel?” You asked softly, not able to tear your gaze from his.

“I think it might be easier to show you.” He smiled before grabbing you around the wrist, reeling you to him. You let him pull you in, wrapping your arms around his neck. Pressing your bodies close, he pulled you in for a searing kiss, goosebumps pricking across your skin. The feeling of his bare chest against yours sent a warm feeling to your lower belly, making you shiver more. He began to pepper soft, open-mouthed kisses across your jaw and down your neck, sucking softly at your exposed collarbones. You let your mouth fall open, light whimpers filling the night air around you. He placed his hands under your thighs, bringing your legs up to wrap around his waist.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered in between kisses. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He slowly pulled the strap from your bra from your shoulder, kissing across your skin as he went. You could feel his growing member against your core, positioned perfectly at your center.

“Fuck, Druig. Feels so good.” You moaned lowly as he kneaded your breast through the thin fabric that remained.

“Take this off.” He said, voice husky with need. Quickly, you removed the fabric, letting it float away into the water around you. Placing one hand on your ass, he shifted you up to expose your bare chest from under the water. Leaning back slightly, he took in the site before him.

“So fucking perfect.” He mumbled before ducking his head and latching onto one of your nipples. He sucked lightly at the erect bud, using his free hand to play with the other. He let it go with a soft pop before moving over to do the same to the opposite side. He let his tongue roll lazily over the soft nerves, pulling small curses from your lips. You ground your hips into him, needy for friction to soothe your aching core. You let your head fall back, enjoying the feeling as he let his free hand roam across your body. He trailed kisses back up your chest, leaving more goosebumps in his wake.

“Need more. Need you.” You managed to form the words as he kissed along your throat and neck.

“So needy for me already. The fun has just begun.” He chucked lowly, coming up to softly nip your ear. You placed both hands on the sides of his head, bringing his lips to yours. You let your tongue drift across his lips, begging for entrance. He obliged, groaning as your tongue made contact with his. You deepened the kiss, both of you fighting for dominance. He began to move, making his way toward the waterfall with you still wrapped around his body. You both broke apart as you crossed under the falling sheet of water, laughing as he brought you both up onto a small rock wall with just enough room for your bodies to lay on. He cupped your head with his hand as he lowered you onto the hard surface behind you.

“By beautiful, beautiful Y/N.” he said, trailing kisses down your body, leaving small love bites as he did so.

“Watch it, Dru. If someone sees those, they’re going to start asking questions.” You moaned out as he left a particularly large one on your hip.

“The only person who should be seeing you this way is me. Now take these off.” He practically growled out as he situated himself between your thighs. You had never heard him be so demanding but holy shit, you liked it.

“Fair enough.” You whispered, tearing away your underwear and throwing them to the side.

Druig let his eyes drift along your body, slowly running his hands over your stomach and thighs. He brought one hand down, placing it under your knee and hitching it over his shoulder. He peppered soft kisses down your inner thigh, ghosting across the top of your clit teasingly. Licking his lips, he let his eyes fall onto yours. Dipping his head slightly but never breaking eye contact, he opened his mouth and licked a wide stripe from your dripping pussy to your clit. You let out a qasp of pleasure, arching your back slightly at the contact. Doing it again, he laughed lowly as your hand came to thread through his hair. Taking your clit in his mouth, he sucked hard, causing you to pull his hair roughly. He let his tongue work lazily at the soft bundle of nerves before he made his way back down to your dripping core.

“Druig, holy shit.” You panted, bucking your hips up for friction. He fucked you with his tongue, relishing in the taste of you.

“Taste so fucking sweet.” He groaned out, pressing more kisses to your inner thigh. “Gotta get you ready for me, baby.” He said lowly, inserting a finger into your wet cunt. He began to pump the digit in and out slowly before inserting another. Crooking his fingers, he found the spongy place deep inside you and began to work it mercilessly. You could feel the coil beginning to build deep in your belly. Reattaching his lips to your clit, he began to work you toward your oncoming orgasm.

“Druig, I think – I’m so close.” You mewled, rocking your hips onto his fingers. You covered your mouth to stifle the loud moans that began to slip from your mouth.

“Oh, no. None of that. I wanna hear you.” Druig commanded, grabbing your wrist and pinning your arm beside you. A slew of curses began to fall from your mouth as you began to reach your release. You saw stars as you let your orgasm wash over you. You had given yourself one before, but it didn’t feel anything like this. Your whole body spasmed as you came down from your high. Druig pumped his fingers in and out of you, working you back down. You whimpered at the empty feeling you felt when he removed the digits from your soaking wet core. He laughed lowly before diving back in between your legs, licking you clean. Your legs began to shake again at the overstimulation.

“Druig, please.” You cried out, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he teased you with his tongue. “You just taste so good. I can’t get enough.” Finally, the feeling was too much. You pulled his hair roughly, bringing his face up to kiss you. His chin glistened with your slick, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like the way you could taste yourself on his lips. Your tongues interlocked again as he positioned himself on top of you.

“I wanna taste you.” You whispered into the dark, breaking the kiss.

“Who’s stopping you.” He grinned cockily before placing more kisses down your neck and chest. You placed your hands on his chest before pushing him back and onto his knees. You sat up, palming him through the thin fabric of his boxers. He groaned into your mouth, bucking his hips into your hand. Hooking your fingers into the waistline, you slowly pulled them down, letting his hard cock spring free. You pumped him up and down, slowly spreading the leaking precum across the tip.

“Stand up.” You grinned, licking your lips.

“Yes ma’am.” He obliged, getting to his feet. Placing both your hands on the backs of his thighs, you pulled him into you, licking a long stipe from the tip all the way down the shaft.

“Fuck,” he groaned out lowly, lacing his fingers into your hair. You looked up at him through your lashes before taking his whole length into your mouth and sucking lightly. You swirled your tongue around the head before hollowing your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down. He held your head steady, thrusting his hips to keep your pace. You added your hand, pumping him more as you sucked his cock deep into your mouth. Your name fell like a curse from his lips as you quickened your pace, beginning to feel his member hit the back of your throat. Finally, you removed your mouth with a wet pop, letting your head fall to the side slightly. He whimpered at the loss of contact, turning his gaze in your direction.

“Got me all worked up and you’re not even going to finish? I knew you were a tease.” He winked down at you before lowering himself back to his knees.

You giggled before pulling his body close to yours.

“I thought you would prefer to fuck me instead.” You said, softly raking your nails across his biceps.

“You know me too well.” He said before kissing you again. Slowly, he lowered you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs again. He pushed two fingers into your cunt, surprised at how wet you still were.

“Already ready and I haven’t even started.” He grinned, positioning himself over your entrance.

“What can I say, I like –“ but your thought was cut off as he slowly began to push himself into you. You whimpered, loving the pleasure and pain you felt at the same time as he pushed himself all the way in. He began to move slowly, letting you adjust to the size of him. Picking up speed, he rocked his hips into yours, bottoming out every time. Your breath quickened, a string of curses falling from your lips.

“Shit, you feel so good wrapped around my cock.” He groaned out, connecting his hips with yours. You rocked into him, taking him as deep as you could. He began to set a brutal pace, grabbing onto your hips for leverage. All coherent thoughts had slipped from your mind, nothing but pleasure overtaking them. Using his fingers, he began to press rough circles into your clit. You could feel your orgasm building again, the tight coil becoming taught inside your belly. Bringing his hand from your clit to your nipple, he began to roll the soft bud of nerves in between his thumb and forefinger.

“Dru, I’m gonna – I’m so fucking close.” You moaned out, your breath coming in short bursts.

“Let go baby, I’ve got you.” Druig said, groaning as your walls began to spasm around him.

The next orgasm ripped through your body, pulling a scream from your lips. Druig continued his breakneck pace, working you through it. His own movement became sloppy as he began to chase his own high, a thin layer of sweat breaking out across his chest. He let your name fall from his lips as he thrust into you one last time, spilling his load into your now dripping cunt. He slowly pumped in and out, milking the last of it from his still rock-hard cock. You whimpered as he removed himself from you, the loss of contact almost maddening. Rolling over to lay beside you, he wrapped one arm around your middle as he used the other to prop himself up.

“That was – wow.” You managed, a giddy feeling washing over you.

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about this before.” He smiled, kissing your temple.

“You have not.” You turned to look at him, a smile spreading across your face.

“I have. Many, many, many times.” He punctuated each word with another kiss. You rolled your eyes and laughed, sitting up to look at him better.

“A man gets lonely after all this time.” He said, a grin spreading across his face. “And how could I not? You’ve only been teasing me for three thousand years or so.” He smiled, earning a light smack to the shoulder.

“I have not!” You laughed aloud, giggled when he pulled a face.

“Don’t act all innocent, love. Any notion of that has gone out the window at this point.” He said, standing to find his boxers.

You only laughed again, pulling your own underwear back up your legs. The two of you made your way back under the waterfall and toward your clothes on the other side. Walking out of the water, you slowly began to work on wrapping yourself back into the many layers of your dress. Druig opted to just do the pants, not worried about a shirt or outer layer. The night was still warm, the humid air drying you quickly. You laid back, staring into the night sky. You had your head on Druig’s chest, listening to his rhythmic breathing. You heard his heartbeat quicken before he shifted slightly under you.

“Do you know why I call you “my moon”?” Druig asked, softly playing with your hair.

“I’m assuming because of what you said earlier.” You giggled, turning your head to look at him.

“It’s much more than that, my love.” You sat up, pulling your legs up under you. Druig sat up halfway, using his elbows to prop himself up.

“Y/N, from the moment we met I knew there was something special about you. The very first night we were on the Domo, I couldn’t stop watching your every move. Everything you did, I needed to know more.” He said, starting into the night.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, scooting closer to him.

“I was afraid. I thought you deserved better than someone like me. For a long time, I tried to hide my feelings. I pushed them deep down inside me and acted like they weren’t there. Makkari told me how stupid I was. She practically begged me to just tell you, but I knew I couldn’t. Not then anyway.” He shifted slightly, a nervous laugh coming from his lips.

“Druig, what do you mean? What couldn’t you tell me?” you said, turning his face to look at you. He stared at you for a long moment before sitting up fully.

“The truth about how I feel for you.” He pulled you closer to him, never breaking the eye contact he had with you. Slowly, he took one of your hands in his. Taking in a shaky breath, he began again. “Have you ever noticed how the sun and the moon are direct opposites? They reside in the same place but never at the same time. They’re constantly chasing one another across the sky, so close but never close enough. That’s how I feel about you. You are my opposite but equal all in one and it’s the most intense and incredible thing I’ve ever felt.” Tears began to prick the corners of your eyed at his sweet sentiment. He smiled before continuing. “For a long time, I would have been more than happy to have gone through life alone. Now, everything has changed. When I think of my life, the only person I want to share it with is you. I love you, my beautiful, beautiful Y/N. I’d like to have you forever, as long as you’re willing to have me.” A small tear trickled down his cheek as he moved away from your grasp. He removed a small intricate box from his pocket and with a shaking hand, popped it open. You gasped at the sight of the garnet ring; it’s beauty ever present in the glowing light of the moon.

“I’m not saying this is a proposal of marriage, I know that would be a little quick. I just want you to know that I belong to you for as long as you want me. I’m just sort of hoping that’s forever.” He smiled, pulling a soft laugh from you.

“Druig, this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” You said, admiring the ring in the dim light. “Since were telling the truth, I’ve felt the same way about you as well. I never thought you would feel the same way about me. I thought maybe all this was just us both being lonely. I guess I was partially right.” You laughed again, earning a grin from Druig.

“Sersi told me once that finding love for people like us was something rare, something that if we had the chance to find it, we shouldn’t let it slip away. She was right. I love you too, Dru. More than I can begin to describe. There’s no one else I would rather spend forever with than you.” Happy tears began to trickle down your face as you brought your lips up to connect with Druigs. He kissed you slowly and passionately, taking his time to map out your lips with his. Breaking away for air, he connected his forehead to yours.

“I’m yours, Y/N. I wasn’t lying when I said Arishem would have to kill me first.” Druig said softly.

“And I’m yours. Forever, I’m yours.” You pulled back, extending your hand. Druig took it as a hint, removing the ring from the box and slipping it delicately onto your finger. You held it up in the light, admiring how it looked on your hand. Druig kissed your shoulder, sighing softly as he watched the moonlight bounce across the jagged surface of the stone. His moon. His and his alone, forever.

The moon and the sun. Together in the sky, in constant pursuit of each other. He would be willing to go to the end of this universe and back again if that meant he could just hold this one moment forever. He was prepared to sacrifice everything as long has he could keep you by his side. He wasn’t sure where this journey would lead, all the cared about was that he could finally hold you close and not have to worry if your feelings mirrored his or not. His thoughts ran over and over this as the two of you made your way back to the Domo. The sun was beginning to come up over the horizon, casting the village in a beautiful morning glow. You looked radiant in the morning light, he had trouble focusing on the path before him.

“Easy, lover-boy.” You giggled as he stumbled over a rock.

“Sorry, you’re just distracting.” He smiled, wrapping his arm around your middle, kissing you deeply.

You finally arrived back at the Domo, you giggling the whole way. You crept slowly into the ship, doing your best to make no noise as you made your way down the hall and to your bedroom. You both came to a jarring halt when you nearly ran face first into Ajak.

“There you two are. We’ve been waiting for you.” She said, gesturing toward the lab. You two exchanged a look before following in her direction.

“Ajak, is everything okay?” You asked, nervous for her answer. Rounding the corner, you made your way into the lab. Everyone else was already there, some looking a bit more tired than others. Without saying a word, you and Druig came to stand on the far side of the room, trying your best to avoid their questioning glances. Ajak made her wait to the middle of the lab, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Good morning, everyone. I’m sure you’re all wondering why I’ve gathered you so early. I do apologize for that.” She smiled softly, sending an apologetic nod in Sersi’s direction. Sersi shrugged with a smile, indicating for the older woman to continue. “However, I have news from Arishem. The people of the Gupta Empire have benefited greatly from our residence here. As of two days ago, we have irradicated all Deviants from this region. Therefore, it is now time for us to move on. We will be leaving tomorrow so please go and make your final goodbyes. I know these people will miss you all very much.” Ajak turned on her heal, heading toward the exit.

“Where’s our next stop?” Phastos asked, already adjusting the Domo for the travel.

Ajak continued down the hall, calling a simple answer over her shoulder. “Tentochlion.”

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[provokedgoalie]

pairing: dark!druig x reader (but not really??)

prompt: “ i won’t let you do this. ”

note: got the prompt from this post (I used a random number generator to help me choose!) also, realistically I would never leave druig. 🙈

“Druig, stop!” you grasped his stoic face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze, “I won't let you do this!”

His golden orbs flickered for a moment, losing composure when he heard the strain in your voice and noticed the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

He lifted a hand, as if to brush it all away, when he detected movement in the shadows.

“Druig, no! Don't hurt him!” you pleaded after him as he stalked towards Dane, the man you've been hiding from your ex-lover ever since he found out you've moved on from him.

“Oh, darlin', I won't hurt him,” he chuckled lowly, “but he's going to soon realize he shouldn't take what's mine.”

[avengerphobic]

Pairing: Dane Whitman/Monica Rambeau Rating: Explicit

Monica isn't a confident leader yet, but Dane's always loved a woman in charge

[bobbimorses]

so dane whitman aka black knight has an english accent in the eternals trailer (which i expected tbh), but i’d like to take this opportunity to tell everyone that in the comics he’s actually american but is just Like That

[smileyishere92]

Me: Now that I’ve finally watched The Eternals, I can go read some fanfics of some of the characters now 😃

*searches eternals x reader*

Me: Damn there’s a lot of angst, especially with Ikaris. Like I get it but also 👀

[spideyhexx]

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Who I write for: coriolanus snow, sejanus plinth, billy the kid (tom blyth)

What I won’t write: incest, cheating (on reader), specific physical attributes.

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I only write female/gen reader and I don’t accept any requests that ask for a specific physical feature on the reader, my intention is to always keep it as neutral as I can!

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