#dark!druig imagine

[alohastyles-x]

God of Death - Summary and Masterlist

A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

summary: After witnessing the aftermath of a murder one night after work, you also witness the presence of a god... a god who had supposedly left earth centuries ago, after a rogue killing spree that ended an empire. Only this god let you walk away... alive but marked by his god magic. With the help of your best friend, the two of you attempt to track down him down and understand more of the mark permanently inked in gold on your skin... and also to confront him about the murder of course.

Masterlist:

Teaser / Prologue

Part 1 - Jan 1, 2024

Part 2 - Jan 13, 2024

Part 3- Jan 21, 2024

Part 4? Undecided how many parts this will actually be lol

Note: happy holiday tumblr besties! I plan to make a full return to writing after the new year... starting where it all began: my baby Druig. I hope you guys enjoy this dark Druig fic, I'm going to post a teaser soon to hold you over! The idea for this struck just randomly and I knew I had to turn it into a story. Ive been working on it for a few months now, and finally feel ready to share it with everyone <3

In the mean time, my asks and my requests are always open!

[hoteldreamss]

Imagine || druig

Предупреждения: контроль сознания, dark!druig

Его руки гладят тебя, заставляя тепло разливаться по твоему телу. Ты всегда отзывалась на его прикосновения, была такой ласковой и податливой. Друиг каждый день был рад, что когда-то встретил тебя, и ты поехала с ним на Амазонку.

— Я так скучал по тебя. — Он утыкается носом в твои волосы, вдыхая твой запах. Ты только из душа, твои волосы уже подсохли, но запах шампуня заполняет лёгкие Друига.

Ты издаёшь тихий смешок.

— Мы видимо утром, Дрю. И мы живём вместе.

— Это не запрещает мне скучать по тебе.

Развернувшись в его объятиях, ты обнимаешь Друига за талию, прижимаясь к нему и кладя голову на его грудь.

— Как прошёл т��ой день? — интересуется он, оставляя поцелуй у тебя на лбу.

— Неплохо. Пальцы правда немного болят от шитья. У тебя?

— Как обычно, не считая собрания, где все почему-то именно сегодня решили быть недовольными.

Ты хмыкаешь и крепче прижимаешься к нему, после чего отстраняешь.

Потеря твоего тепла сразу заставляет Друига почувствовать дискомфорт. Ему нравилось, когда ты не отлипала от него, постоянно желая его внимания. Поэтому ты сразу возвращаешься снова к нему, обхватывая его и прижимаясь ближе. Его руки заключают тебя в объятия, и он заставляет тебя быть довольной вашей любовью.

***

Мягкие и свежие простыни уже успели впитать запах твоего тела и тела Друига. Но тебе это нравилось, когда ты засыпала. Его рука обнимает тебя; прижимаясь к твоему телу своим, Дрю чувствовал, как ты постепенно засыпала. Он не позволял себе заснуть раньше тебя, это казалось ему неправильным.

Твои глаза закрыты, а грудь плавно поднимается и опускается, при твоём ровном дыхании.

***

Стоит тебе зайти в свою квартиру, как ты чувствуешь, что там уже кто-то есть. Это была небольшая студия, которую ты снимала в Лондоне. Тебе нравился этот город, то что ты любила: влажность, дожди, пассивные и интеллигентные люди. Единственное, что тебя беспокоило это высокие цены, но благодаря им и желанию остаться жить здесь, ты работала больше и усерднее. Из-за чего времени на общение, дружбу и свидания, оставалось меньше.

Однако совсем недавно ты столкнулась с одним парнем в кафе. И тебе он на самом деле понравился, милый, но не слишком, умный, обаятельный и не похож на американца, но и на англичанина тоже. Потом ты подумала, что должно быть он из какой-нибудь соседний небольшой страны, или может даже из Франции. Но ты так и не узнала, потому что ваше общение не продолжилось. Он не перезвонил, а ты была воспитана так, что девушка не должна звонить или писать первой.

Теперь этот парень сидит на твоём небольшом диване, на столике тарелка с печеньем, хотя там осталось всего две печеньки. В руках Друига одна из книг, которую он нашёл на твоей полке. Он кажется даже ��е замечает тебя сначала, но это совсем не так. Конечно, он слышал как ты пришла и чувствовал твой испуганный и удивлённый взгляд на себе. Но он ничего не говорит, ему интересно, как ты будешь реагировать. Друиг ставит на "что ты здесь делаешь?", "как ты сюда попал?" и "я вызываю полицию".

Но ты продолжаешь пялиться на него, пока он делает вид, что не замечает тебя. Он также не влезает в твои мысли, желая играть иначе.

— Зачем ты влез в мою квартиру? — Этот вопрос он не ожидал, хотя мог бы предугадать прочти твои мысли.

Друиг поднимает на тебя взгляд, его голубые глаза наполнены серьёзностью и даже кажется лёгким презрением.

Он откладывает твою книгу и снова тянется к печенью.

— Тебя было сложнее найти, даже учитывая мои способности. — Он засовывает себе в рот целое орио, и ты хмуришься, даже не зная, что именно тебя смущает, целая печенюшка во рту или его фраза о способностях.

Ты предполагаешь, что способности это связи, что он может быть похищает женщин, для продажи их тел или частей тела. Фильм «Fresh» всплывает в воспоминаниях и заставляет представить худший исход событий для тебя.

— Я не торгую человеченной и уж тем более не ем её. — Он поднимается со своего места. — Тебе стоит меньше смотреть подобного бреда.

Друиг подходит к тебе, и ты делаешь шаги назад, что, кажется, не нравится ему.

— Стой на месте. — Его глаза загораются, как и твои. Золотой свет то, что теперь часто ты будешь видеть, иногда забывая, какой настоящий цвет глаз Друига.

***

Это происходит впервые раз. Твои следующие попытки будут уже не такими смелыми и уж тем более успешными.

Ты бежишь по джунглям. Листва и ветки больно бьют тебя по телу и лицу, хотя ты уклоняешься как можешь и плотная ткань твоего платья смягчает удары. Твои ботинки в грязи. Твоё платье где-то порвано, а где-то испачкано. Один из концов подола, ты прикрепила за пояс, чтобы было легче убегать.

Ты не знаешь сколько у тебя времени. Но твой разум чист, впервые за месяца четыре или пять, ты не знаешь точный срок, ты одна в своей голове, там только твой голос.

Ты добираешься до причала, где есть пару лодок и хижина, куда ты ��оишься стучать прося о помощи. Что если Он добрался и до этих людей? На самом деле ты понятия не имеешь как велики Его силы, но ты видела, как он управлял целым поседением, будто кукловод. И это заставляет твой пульс учащаться, а страх захватывает тебя.

Отвязав лодку, ты залезаешь в неё, начиная отплывать. Ты ни разу в жизни не гребла, но сейчас у тебя нет выбора.

***

Ты чувствуешь его поцелуи на своём плече. Его тёплые и мозолистые ладони скользят по твоей обнажённой кожи, забравшись под твою ночную рубашку.

— Уже девять, любовь моя, тебе пора вставать. — Его голос хриплый и тихий, но ты всё равно реагируешь на него, разворачиваясь и утыкаясь носом в грудь Друига, перекидывая ногу через его бедро.

Он уже был одет и встал раньше тебя, как обычно.

— Давай, красавица. Не хочу, чтобы ты снова сбила свой режим.

Ты невнятно что-то мычишь, но всё же приходишь в сознание.

Друиг даёт тебе всего пару секунд, чтобы ты услышала лишь свои мысли в голове, но это длится не долго, и ты с трудом успеваешь это осознать, когда твои глаза снова заливает золотой свет. И ты снова становишься его идеальной и послушной куколкой.

[agent-tempest]

My favorite fanfics!

Loki Friggason [Marvel]

Dancing in the dark (with you between my arms) by @holymultiplefandomsbatman [Fluff]

Paper rings by @cherryrogers [Pure fluff]

Back in your arms by @sarahscribbles [starts angsty but happiest fluffiest ending]

Remus Lupin [Marauders Era]

I don't want them. I want you by @theemporium [Fluff, Marriage, Drunk!Remus]

You are in love by @starstruckmoony [fluff]

Red by @jamespottersdaisy [Banter, fluff]

Gold Rush by @jamespottersdaisy [pure fluff]

Hiccups and hijinks by @dreaminginpastels [Plus-size!Reader, fluff, mutual pining, mentions of insecurity and self-doubt]

Jealous Prof!Reader by @turvi [Fluff, wife!Reader]

Let me help by @jamespottersdaisy [bad mental health, eating disorder?, angst]

Remus saying "I love you" to the for the first time by @theemporium [xReader, pure fluff]

Remus taking care of Drunk!Reader by @theemporium [Potter!Reader, Drunk!Reader, Soft Remus]

Remus being soft only with reader near fullmoons by @lizard-onawindowpane [Pure fluff]

Calm after the storm by @earthgirl616 [enemies to lovers, swearing, kissing, mention of blood and wounds]

Pinky Promise by @jamespottersdaisy [Pre and Post Moon!Remus, Remus and reader have a fight]

Our Band Part 1 Part 2 by @wzrd-wheezes [Marauders Band AU, Barista!Reader]

Kaz Brekker [Grishaverse]

Deadly fever by @webslinger-holland [mentions of severe illness, mentions of traumatic childhood, mentions of needles and bloodletting]

Book Club by @rainydaymiscellaneous [fluff, Kaz is in love]

There was this boy... by @mcntsee [Fluff]

Schon by @mcntsee [Kinda ooc Kaz, kaz is ok with y/n’s touch. Stabbing, blood, killing]

Peter Parker [TASM]

Worth Saving by @fettuccin-e [Hurt/Comfort]

Sirius Black [Marauders Era]

I think he knows by @theemporium [potter!reader, fluff, James being a Mood]

Words that slip through by @padfootagain [Fluff, tiny bit of Angst(?)]

For your family by @padfootagain [Fluff, Arrange marriage trope, Soulmate au]

Forced by @sirisuorionblack [Fluff, Arrange Marriage trope, toxic household]

Sirius wants a hug, but doesn't know how to ask by @gtgbabie0 [Fluff, touchstarved Sirius]

Everything has changed by @once-upon-an-imagine [Fluff, Lupin!Reader, Jilly Wedding]

Sirius being jealous of a cat by @theemporium [fluff, jealous!Sirius and *in steve's voice* Language]

A cozy rainy night with Sirius by @theemporium [pure fluff]

James Potter [Marauders era]

Stop flirting with the nurse, it's embarrassing by @perpetuallydaydreaming [Fluff, Siri & Pete being melodramatic]

First Impressions by @jackie5656 [Fluff, Descriptions of assault and attempted assault]

Just to Kiss by @chrryhrt [Frat!James x Reader, Idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, small mention of alcohol]

Regulus Black [Marauders era]

Coward by @sirisuorionblack [Hurt/comfort, Arrange marriage trope, acedemic rivals]

Moon Boys [Moon Knight, Marvel]

Jake Lockley- Cucumber face mask and fist of vengeance by @wysteria-clad [Fluff]

Jack Lockley- dlz by @ichorai [Angst, mild fluff, marriage au]

Marc, Steven and Jake- Clumsy by @marvelsswansong [fluff]

Marc, Steven and Jake- Secret Identities Part 1 Part 2 by @bensolosbluesaber [Fluff, reader is an Avenger]

Benedict Bridgerton [Bridgerton]

Matchmakers by @siempre-bucky [fluff]

Not for him by @iwritefandomimagines [Platonic!Anthony playing matchmaker, Fluff, slight angst]

Second son by @fayes-fics

Druig [Eternals, Marvel]

Druig x Reader by @siempre-bucky [fluff]

Stephen Strange [Marvel]

July 19th by @frostandflamesfanfic [Fluff, Strange being a dad to America]

[writerscafehub]

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑❜𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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c /づ づ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 all the works made by the very talented members of the writer's café server in the month of NOVEMBER. we ask, and highly encourage, that you reblog them in support. ♡

ALL WORKS ARE FOR THOSE 18+ ONLY.

𖥔 indicates smut

✶ indicates dark elements

By ☽ @moonlight-prose ☾

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | steve grant

in a small shop overflowing with piles of books, steven grant meets you. someone who fancies romance even more than him. someone he could see himself falling for. yet when life drags you together and you're tested with the reality of loving not only one man, but two, you find that some stories are better kept secret. and that the moon offers more than meets the eye.

By ★ Jen ★ @jen-with-a-pen

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 | Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers

The start of the week that changed everything. Bucky and Sam propose something that Steve shouldn't have agreed to. A good brother is a good brother, though... right?

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 | Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers

Steve already feels like a fish out of water at the gym. An encounter with a girl and Bucky leaves him gasping for air and grasping for what the hell is going on behind Bucky's frat boy facade. At least he gets some sweet relief, some coffee, and some courage, when he see his favorite barista

By ✬ Heather ✬ @astrorogers

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 - 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 | "the nutcracker" ballet

Do people write fanfic about ballets? I dunno, but I am today so here we go-

By ✵ Selene ✵ @fluffyprettykitty

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 | vampire!sam wilson

childhood friend to forever protector who was your guardian angel truly?

𖥔 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 | billy russo

By 𖠰 𝐍𝐚𝐭 𖠰 @the-iceni-bitch

𖥔 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 | sea witch!caecelia Brunnhilde x female!reader

being the lover and plaything of the witch queen of the baltic sea is more fulfilling than you ever would have imagined. and she adores displaying you for her court.

𖥔 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇 | nymph!wanda maximoff x goddess!reader

Your sweet nymph loves to play coy, but you know the chase excites you both. She smells even sweeter than the flowering meadows and the spring sunshine, she is yours.

By 𓆸 Rika 𓆸 @fushic0re

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇 | miguel o’hara x filipina reader

“And so, the Grinch’s heart grew three sizes” || in which your grumpy husband thinks it’s feasibly too early to start decorating for Christmas, but knows better than to mess with a Filipina and her decorations.

𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌-𝐌𝐀𝐒 | sugar daddy!ransom drysdale visual board and blurb

“Breakfast at Tiffany’s and bottles of bubbles. Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble. Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines, buy myself all of my favorite things.”

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 | satoru gojo, toji fushigoro, ryoment sukuna, and aoi todo

how they are as gift givers (how soon do they shop, do they shop late, etc.)

𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 | steve rogers visual board and blurb

“Snowflake, I catch you tonight. Catch you and keep you on ice, my love. Snowflake, you know you’re the only one. There’s no one like you, so I’m gonna hide you, my sweet.”

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐀 | satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, and toji fushigoro x filipina!reader

so, it’s officially the night of december 24, also known as the most important day for filipinos, also known as…..the noche buena incident. time to bring your man home and see if he can survive in a houseful of nosey, all too-happy go-lucky filipinos.

By ☆ Stella ☆ @a-lumos-in-the-nox

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 | druig x black!female oc

Flower & Druig are relaxing outside in the summer.

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 | neville longbottom x black!female oc

Ruby Morgan is the new Charms Professor at Hogwarts this year. What happens when she gets close to a certain soft and sweet Herbology professor. These two become the talk of the school on just their chemistry alone & their not even together…yet.

By ☁︎☽ Cocoa ☁︎☽ @cocoamoonmalfoy @darksideofthecocoamoon 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | life’s perfect ache!paul atreides x black!reader

Paul isn’t beating the ‘men are babies when they’re sick’ allegations

✶ 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | soft!dark lee bones x black!reader

“You want a revelation, You want to get right, But it's a conversation, I just can't have tonight”

By ⚘ Akane ⚘ @haravath0t

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐒 | althaim x reader

the local intelligent but stoic scribe alhaitham is minding his own business in the house of daena. it is only when you partake in some random antics in light of the holiday season that his eyes leave the work on his hands.

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 | 40’s!steve rogers x reader

the holidays are nearing, and he cannot help but feel excited looking for trees with you now that he has a lot more strength than he used to

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 | neuvillette, zhongli, ayato, tartaglia

meeting the in-laws during the holidays…how does that work? (genshin men x Filipina!reader)

𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 | 40’s!bucky barnes x reader

the most handsome man in brooklyn is here to take you to the rink.

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐀 | the forgers

the night of christmas eve has come! are the dishes a pass or fail? ask anya.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 | royal au!loki x reader

the prince has his eyes on you in this winter ball, but does he know you're a mere peasant?

By ❥ Courtney ❥ @chasingmidnights

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟕: 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 | ari levinson

A mad scientist and his wife. What’s that saying, curiosity killed the… 

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟖: 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓? | johnny storm

A story of a stalker taking things a little too far. 

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟗: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 | andy barber

A variation of the Headless Horseman. 

By ☪︎ Gina ☪︎ @slvttyfied

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | chef!ari levinson x black!reader

Cause baby I can build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream

[hleonaa]

Feedback Fest 2024

In honor of @transformativeworks's Feedback Fest 2024, here are my 10 fic recs across multiple fandoms and in no particular order:

Like a River Flows by brooklinegirl

Fandom: The Untamed/MDZS Relationship: Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian Summary:

Wei Ying has been Lan Zhan's partner for two months, three days, and seven hours. Plus or minus a handful of minutes, if you're counting. Which Wei Ying is.

the soft animal of your body by howodd5ever

Fandom: The Untamed/MDZS Relationship: Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian Summary:

The problem was that he didn’t remember anymore why he’d left. Sure, something about finding himself or discovering his place in the world, or whatever other bullshit he’d talked himself into to end up in the middle of nowhere. Alone.He missed Lan Zhan. Wei Wuxian sets off alone after the events at Guanyin Temple and finds himself in pretty serious trouble.

no one lights a candle to remember by asravine

Fandom: The Untamed/MDZS Relationship: Jiang Wanyin & Wei Wuxian Summary:

“Didi,” Wei Wuxian says softly. His thumb on Jiang Cheng’s cheek is calloused and warm and burns of affection. Jiang Cheng barely stops himself from leaning in. “Didi, don’t cry because of me.” I have thirteen years of mourning to catch up to, Jiang Cheng thinks, but doesn’t say. As always, the chasm between them is an incredible divide, and Wei Wuxian is the only one leaning his hand out into the darkness. – (or: Jiang Cheng and his memories of his older brother, before and after the fall)

A Flawed Mosaic by AHumanFemale

Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Relationship: Rafael Barba/Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr. Summary:

“You’re Rafael Barba. Assistant District Attorney for Manhattan,” he answered and Rafael let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. At least until Carisi smiled so wide and happy and added, “My husband.” The words were so alien to him that he honestly couldn’t respond for a second, just kept staring at Carisi’s happy face and at the stitches in his head while he saw flashes of blood on the car window. He couldn’t imagine his expression but knew it was something less than comforting as he watched Carisi’s face fall, his eyebrows draw together. “What?” Carisi asked finally, eyes flitting to the nurse still hovering in the corner of the room. “What’s the matter?” -- [Or, Carisi gets amnesia and believes they're married and Rafael has to play along... risking his own heart in the process.]

Darling You Will Bury Me Before I Bury You by Stablersbensons

Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Relationship: Olivia Benson/Elliot Stabler Summary:

Olivia leaves the precinct on a cold Tuesday morning and returns two days later in a body bag. Elliot never realized how the absence of someone could take up so much space.

downpour by owlinaminor

Fandom: Sense8 Relationship: Wolfgang Bogdanow/Kala Dandekar Summary:

It is never just rain, with them. It is never just a drizzle, or a mist, or a sprinkling of the flowers. It is always a downpour. (a kala/wolfgang relationship study in three parts.)

with roses red come lilies white by bartonbones

Fandom: Moon Knight Relationship: Marc Spector & Steven Grant Summary:

Marc originally sets up the phone line to help keep tabs on Steven whenever he was too tired to crawl his way into consciousness and pay attention--but he can only listen to Steven beg for his Mum to talk back for so long until he has to do something about it. A one-shot about how Marc takes care of Steven by writing postcards pretending to be someone they both miss. OR: Marc Spector takes "reparenting yourself" literally.

a god at your altar by thedaisywitch

Fandom: Eternals Relationship: Druig/Makkari Summary: It doesn't have one but it's beautiful, trust me :)

Looking Back, Seeing Far by FriendlyNeighborhoodFangirls

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Relationship: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Summary:

Tony Stark has rebuilt a world after Thanos snapped. Through blood and tears and suffering, he's rebuilt it--and he has Stephen Strange to blame for what he went through. He does so, hating the wizard with all his considerable capacity for passion, and Stephen does the same. It leaves them squabbling like petty children or perhaps mortal enemies when they're supposed to be saving the world, and it's getting in the way of productivity. So Tony's family comes up with a plan. “You’re gonna make a list,” Rhodey said. “Seven things you like about Stephen Strange.” Tony dropped the notepad like a hot potato. “What?”  Rhodey didn’t blink. “Each week.” "No. I refuse."

all that laughter crumbling through your fingers by philthestone

Fandom: Brooklyn Nine-Nine Relationship: Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago Summary:

Amy kind-of sort-of dies, and everything falls apart. Rosa observes.

[redheadspark]

for your May prompts!

37. Not leaving the house with a raincoat with Melody!! i love that little girl she's so sweet!

Happy Writing

A/N - STELLA! OMG this is perfect! I would love to write this for the Melody Series

Protect

Summary - Clío and Druig catch their daughter enjoying the first rainfall of the year

Warnings - Just some cute fluff and a hint of angst

South Dakota

The soft rolling thunder was heard right over the mountains not too far away, Clío looked up from her spot at the sink to see the dark great clouds that were hovering over the top of the massive mountains and even some flicker of lightning evident. It was already sprinkling at their farmhouse, the pattering of raindrops on their windows was a soft melody that was heard throughout the living room and kitchen.

Storms were normal throughout the late spring and early summer in South Dakota, Clío and Druig were now masters in taking care of the farmhouse during massive rainfalls and storms that would come and go. They both were used to it in the Amazon, but now in South Dakota, you had to deal with dust storms and even a few tornados here and there.

Thankfully you and Druig knew that the storm was coming, even though it wasn't going to be consistent. Just for the night and then it was moving East. Druig got plenty of supplies for the night in case the storm was worse, you had the horses in their little shelter in their corral, and all you had to focus on was our four-year-old and her small fear of massive thunderstorms.

Melody loved her little at the farmhouse, and both Clío and Druig were glad to have settled in Ajak's old home and place of rest. It felt like the home was part of them, knowing the creaks in the floorboards on the stairs, the worn paint on some of the walls in the master bedroom, and even the sweet smell of some of the old herbs that Ajak was growing before she was killed. It was all embedded in their bones, the soft normal life that was away from others and at peace was what Druig and Clío needed.

Raising their daughter in the farmlands and open plains was as close to the way they wished to have raised her in the Amazon. Her love for animals and nature was part of her ever since she was a baby, and Clío could only imagine that she would have thrived in the Amason amongst the trees and wildlife. Then again, the Amazon was not a forgiving place, so South Dakota will have to do.

On that rainy afternoon, Melody was perched at the dinner table, coloring with her well-worn crayons on scrapes of paper as Clío was doing the dishes in the sink. Another soft rumble of thunder was heard, still very far off but still inching a bit closer.

"Petal, your dad should be coming back soon from work, should we get dinner ready?" Clío asked as she washed her mug and then Druig's mug.

"Mmhmm, we should have spaghetti!" Melody said in a chipper tone, concentrating on her coloring as Clío laughed.

"You always love to eat spaghetti, Mel," Clío explained, placing the mugs on the drying rack next to the sink. She could hear the soft sounds of Melody coloring one second, and then the next she didn't. Clío didn't think anything of it, just humming to herself as she got another set of plates done as the rain was still falling on top of the house in a gentle rhythm. But after a solid minute of cleaning, Clío sensed something was off.

Or someone was off.

She looked behind her, Melody was frozen at the table and looking right out the kitchen window that was facing the horse corral, and her eyes were determined.

"Mel?" Clío asked, turning a bit as she watched her daughter, "What is it, baby?"

"They're scared," Meldy replied, her eyes still on the corral and the small shelter in the corner of the fenced-in area. Clío looked at the corral too, knowing the horses were in the shelter but she couldn't see them.

"They're safe in the shelter, Melody," Clío reassured her as Melody's eyes were not leaving the view of the corral. Her face was stern and serious, almost concerned as the rain was getting a bit louder. Clío knew Melody loved those horses, she loved talking to them and chatting with them constantly and riding them with her parents at the end of the day.

Ever since Druig and Clío knew she could communicate with animals, the horses were her friends and confidants when it came to what was on her mind. Melody also became protective of them too, sensing their fear and when they were skittish.

"Nothing's going to happen to them, okay? I promise," Clío reminded Melody calmly as the soft sounds of Druig's truck pulled up. Clío dried off her hands and walked out of the kitchen, going through the living room and seeing it was Druig parking the truck next to the house and rushing in to avoid getting too wet.

"How was the drive?" Clío asked him as he got in the house and closed the door, kissing his cheek and ruffling his damp hair.

"Fine, but the roads are getting muddy from the rain. We're gonna hunker down for the night and we're stuck if things get worse," Druig explained as he got his rain jacket off and then was toeing off his boots.

"I'm glad we went shopping then," Clío hummed in relief, but then the sound of the back screen door slamming shut was heard. Bot Clío and Druig looked over instantly, Clío moving back to the kitchen.

The rain was a bit harder now, and the dinner table was deserted.

"Mel?" Clío asked, looking around the kitchen for any sign of her daughter. Her crayons were still on the table, and some of the papers blew off and were on the floor. Druig came in too, looking around and a bit confused.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Melody was just here coloring when you came home," Clío explained, planning her hands on her hips. She knew Melody was quiet, but not this quiet. Melody would have run over to greet Druig, wrapping her arms around his waist and asking him all about his time at work. So where was she?

One of the horses whinnied from the corral, Clío's head shooting up and she saw her own daughter out in the corral, her head poking into the shelter.

"Shit," She said in a rush, rushing over to throw on her raincoat and out the door. The cold weather hit her all over, along with the raindrops that were now drenching her hair and face. But her focus was on Melody, who snuck under the fence of the corral and was not poking her head in the shelter where the horses were. Of course, Clio was thinking that Melody was going to get sick in the cold rain without her rain gear, let alone being alone in the corral with two massive horses who could be spooked.

Clío has seen people be harmed and killed by spooked horses, and although she knew deep down her own two horses would never dare hurt Melody, she wasn't willing to take the chance.

Not with her daughter.

"It's okay, horseys! It's just thunder! I'm scared too, but momma says it's just a noise and it won't hurt me!" Melody said into the shelter as Clío made her way into the corral. Her head was in the window, her feet barely touching the dirt ground beneath her as Clío finally approached her and heard her talk to the horses, "The noise won't hurt you!"

"Melody Sersi!" Clío said her name in urgency as she squatted down to be at her level and touch her waist, "We need to go inside before you get sick, and you can't be in the corral alone, you know that!"

"Momma," Melody poked her head out and looked at her mother, Clío seeing the concern in her little eyes and on her face as Melody looked at her, "They're scared, momma! They don't like the noise, like me! I wanna help them like when you and Da help me!"

Clío could see it and hear it in her voice, how she was worried about the two hoses who were out here in the rain. Clío knew Melody was more headstrong and assertive in what she wanted to do, and there was some stubbornness too that Clío was convinced she inherited from her father. There was no doubt in Clío's mind that Melody was going to navigate her own course with no remorse, even now as 4 years old she knew that she had to help those who needed it.

Her spirit was strong and embedded, almost channeling Ajak herself.

"I know honey, but they'll be okay. We need to go inside now, okay? Come on, sweetheart, we need to go in," Clío said soothingly to her daughter, not wanting to be too harsh with her since she was merely checking on the horses. Melody bit her lower lip, not wishing to leave her friends behind as the thunder was coming closer to her home.

One of the horses neighed softly a Melody, getting her attention. Melody was clearly listening to what the horse had to say as she was snuggling into Clio. Clío wrapped her jacket around her body. Hoisting her up and holding her close, she shuffled out of the corral as a clap was thunder was heard. Melody shivered, clinging onto Clío tightly as they were making their way into the farmhouse again. Once they were inside, Druig move immediately to get Melody out of Clío's arms.

"Mel, what were ya thinkin'?" Druig said as he took Melody out of Clío's arms and held her close, Meldoy holding onto her father as he pushed the hair out of her eyes, "You can't scare me and your mother like that, ever! Okay?"

"Sorry, Da! I didn't mean to scare you," She mumbled into his shirt, her drenched clothes and hair were getting his dry clothes all wet. Druig sighed and kissed her head over and over while Clío was stripping off her raincoat and getting her long hair in a messy bun.

"You're okay now, Mel. It's okay," Clío reassured her as she rubbed Melody's back, "I know you were worried about the horses, but we're more worried about you being in here with us, okay?"

"That's what they said," Melody explained, Druig and Clío looked at her as she looked up from her head on Druig's shoulder, "They told me to go back inside and listen to you and Da,"

Clío and Druig eyed each other silently, mentally glad that those horses were now looking out for her and telling her to listen. Her powers were still new, but seeing her work her ability in that moment with the horses amongst the rain was nothing short of extraordinary.

"Come on, Petal. Let's give you a bath and get ya in your cozy Pj's," Druig said in a calmer tone, his own anger and worry melted away as he took her to the stairs. Melody looked at Clío over her father's shoulder, Clío giving her a wink and Melody grinned as Druig took her upstairs. Once she was upstairs with her father, Clío let out a long sigh and rubbed her face as the rain was now pounding down on the farmhouse.

It was never a dull moment in their farmhouse

The End

May Prompt Session

[romerona]

SσɱҽႦσԃყ Tσ Lσʋҽ

𝙰 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢.

┌─────────────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───────────────┐

In which the daughter of the Lord of Darkness who was born with the sole purpose of destroying the universe falls in love with Peter Parker.

└───────────────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────────────┘

"ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ɢʀɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ."

~Masterlist~

Dr Strange (2016) -- Infinity War -- End Game -- Far From Home -- No Way Home -- Multiverse Of Madness.

Peter Parker x OC Possible Druig x OC

PROLOGUE:

December the twenty-eighth was the night where the large full moon was painted in a ruddy red hue, the night several stars seemed to have fallen from the dark sky, and the night Moira Agamotto lost her life. 

Moira Agamotto was a great if not the best master of the arts, she was brilliant, powerful, intelligent, there was no spell she couldn't master and no fight she couldn't win... but she did have a fault, greed. Moira Agamotto was the last of her bloodline, a very powerful bloodline that goes back to the first-ever Sorcerer Supreme and yet, even with all that power she wanted more, so she looked for more. 

Moira Agamotto made a deal with the one who she thought could give her more of what she desired, she seek power from the one who promised eternal life and power beyond imagination but of course, for something in exchange. 

Moira had to bear his child. 

Dormammu, lord of the dark dimension, was someone to recognize great opportunities, the lord of darkness wasn't new to earth nor was he new to the Agamotto name. 

A planet he couldn't conquer and the man who was responsible for it. 

The opportunity was one he couldn't let slip through his fingers, a loophole to his conquest of Earth. 

A child boring his powerful blood, and the blood of the man who had enough power banished him away would be unstoppable, capable enough to summon him at will, if not powerful enough to end the earth themselves. 

A child with more magic than anyone could imagine, a half-faltine, composed of pure mystic energy and descended from the elders' gods. 

The perfect opportunity to possess Earth once and for all.

Of course, Dormammu knew the mortal woman's body couldn't sustain the powerful life growing inside her and when the time came she would perish. 

And she did, only having enough strength to name her after the constellation, Carina, home of her favourite star, Canopis. 

Carina, the bearer of bright stars. 

Carina, the little star. 

The morning of December the twenty-eight, the morning where the sun became black as a sackcloth of hair, symbolizing the beginning of a new life and a twist of fate, the morning where the cries of the new baby girl echo through the walls of the Kamar-Taj, the morning where a new prophecy was at the hands of the supreme. 

Only a hand full of people knew the origins of Carina, the masters of the temples and a few of the Sorcerer's Supreme closest allies. 

"That child will bring death to all of us." 

"We have the power to control her, the sanctums will keep the darkness away." 

"Our power and the power of the sanctums would mean nothing if that child continues to grow." 

"What are you suggesting? That we kill a baby?" 

"That is not a baby, that is a time bomb." 

"It's our responsibility to protect the universe from dangers such as her." 

"She's the last Agamotto alive." 

"Because she killed her mother." 

"We can guide her the right way, it says it in the prophecy." 

"We are not prophets—."

"— She should never know darkness." 

"What is this darkness you're talking about?"

"Dormammu's darkness." 

"Imagine such power in hands of a little girl."

"We can control it, control her."

"Hoc est infantima malum, nos omnia perdetu el iam." 

"Master Zhāng premonition." 

"What does that means?"

"The child is evil and it will destroy us all."

"That'll be enough!" 

The ancient one was hesitant about what should she do with the little girl, not being able to see the possible futures of her. 

A wild card. A risk. 

"Good vs evil, little star, what would you choose?" She cooed looking down at the amethyst eyes which were looking right back at her. "Only time will tell."

[themculibrary]

Nightmares Masterlist 2

part one

a few points for trying (ao3) - markofalover G, 1k

Summary: Bucky doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the way his heart hammers painfully against his ribcage after a nightmare.

all those shadows almost killed your light (ao3) - beautifuldrukkari druig/makkari G, 1k

Summary: druig’s nightmares about past emergences were always brutal, but this one in particular was something else entirely…

Aquaphobia (ao3) - harpywrites tony/stephen T, 2k

Summary: Tony's drowning (again). Stephen tries to save someone from drowning (again).

Home (ao3) - jimmoriartyisthebestboss steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: When Bucky Barnes wakes up from a nightmare fueled by his inner demons, Steve Rogers helps to comfort him.

Just a Nightmare (ao3) - lemon_juices steve/tony G, 800

Summary: Some nights, Tony can’t tell what's real and fake anymore. Some nights, Tony can talk to Steve again.

In which Steve dies in the final battle against Thanos and Tony misses him. He’s not going crazy, right?

my darling dear (ao3) - orphan_account steve/tony E, 44k

Summary: Through the snow, the ice, and to the very ends of the Earth, Tony vows to bring Steve home. The nightmares Steve suffered drove him to accepting a dangerous mission from SHIELD that very nearly kills him until Tony finally fulfills his promise to save him. Yet, the nightmare continues when Tony realizes Steve still isn't safe. There are forces after Steve, wanting more than he could possibly ever give. Tony has one option to keep Steve safe, to escape the nightmare and the horror they both experienced. But can he save Steve before it is too late for both of them?

Night Comfort (ao3) - Blitsis G, 2k

Summary: Peter stays the night at the tower cause aunt May is away for the weekend. When he get's nightmares, Tony steps in to help this (his) kid

Nightlight (ao3) - Ehtar loki/tony T, 3k

Summary: Even the children of a God can be frightened of the dark...

Nightmare (ao3) - stucky steve/bucky E, 33k

Summary: After having another unbearable nightmare, Steve seeks the comfort of Bucky, the only person he think to turn to. He's the only person Steve wants to turn to.

This follows those nights they spend together, talking, laughing, crying, and falling in love.

Nightmare (ao3) - MusicLover6661 steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: He tossed and turned for most of the night, too afraid to truly fall back into a deep slumber, lest he succumb to the nightmares once more. They plagued his mind more often than not, running rampant while he struggled to get the sleep he desperately needed.

Nightmare (ao3) - sheron steve/tony T, 3k

Summary: Steve wakes up after a terrible dream where Tony died wielding the Infinity Stones.

Tony is there, in bed with him.

Nightmare (ao3) - Woon nebula/kraglin M, 639

Summary: Nebula seeks comfort after a nightmare.

Night Terrors (ao3) - ibstudent steve/tony T, 2k

Summary: Tony and his bed don't get along. When he sleeps in it, he gets nightmares. So he decides to move to the shop, only sleeping when absolutely necessary. Which is fine, until Steve finds out he hasn't eaten. It's fine until Steve finds him passed out in the shop and brings him to bed.

Night Terrors (ao3) - Alexz6 maria/natasha T, 1k

Summary: Natasha has a nightmare.

Sweet Dreams (ao3) - FluffySax steve/bucky M, 3k

Summary: Steve wakes up to find Bucky suffering from another bad nightmare. When he goes to soothe him, he doesn't expect Bucky to take the step Steve had been dreaming of taking for decades.

The Night We Met (ao3) - royallyidiotic G, 1k

Summary: Peter Parker helps distract Bucky from a nightmare.

The Silence (ao3) - Del_Rion M, 5k

Summary: Bruce is fairly certain he’s dreaming, but since this nightmare is a vision he’s imagined a hundred times over, it might as well be real – until he finds Tony, and the other man just won’t shut up. Bruce needs silence to center himself and to fully take in the horror his hands have wrought. Everything goes horribly wrong after that.

We were never Hopeless (ao3) - Chychyd steve/bucky G, 998

Summary: "We both know we can’t make the dreams go away, but baby. Don’t torture yourself like this. Your brain does that enough at night, let yourself rest during the day."

Steve is guilted by nightmares of Bucky falling so Bucky does his best to talk him through it and make his babydoll feel better.

[undiscovered-horizon]

Dark!Druig Headcanons

[check out the 500 followers special!]

I have finally watched Eternals and now I understand why y'all are so obsessed with this man because same

This is a concept that is neither new nor uncommon

But my God do I love it

So let's dive into it

You’re part of the commune, just living your best rustic cottagecore life without a care about the outside world

Goals tbh

And it’s a perfectly normal day when Druig takes notice of you

It’s not like you’ve just appeared, you were born there

Druig may have been looking but he wasn’t seeing

You’re just carrying a basket of produce, waving and smiling at the children running around

And it’s as if Arishem himself bitch slapped Druig

He eavesdrops on your thoughts and comes to the realization that you’re the personification of human virtues, without an ounce of vice

Druig is watching you from a distance like one watches a wild animal in its natural habitat, careful not to disturb it. He also begins to follow you around

And as much as he would like to show the humankind what it can be, a weird fear clouds his mind

What if the world corrupts you? What if your virtues are delicate enough to be devoured by the odiousness of darkest desires?

No, he can’t risk that

And with that thought, he approaches you for the very first time in an attempt to see if your words are as chaste as your image in his head

Ever since Druig quite clearly suggests that you should "surrender" yourself to his protection and live like you deserve

Pointing out the possible dangers lurking around and the fact that not all people have pure intentions and that he, and only he, could keep you safe and sound

The vision of the world he presents to you is definitely embellished for certain purposes

The proposition, although kind, is met with rejection: it’s not that you don’t like Druig or don't believe his words, you just like your simple, rustic life

It’s a very rewarding lifestyle, to know that your mangoes, rumberries, grapefruits and avocados feed the community you love and care about

Man I love fruit

Besides, Druig has done so much for you, your family and the entire community. He would have no reason to deceive you, would he?

Druig's not keen on negotiations

I mean, you are just a human after all, right? He’s a timeless space being, he probably knows better

You’ll love staying by his side! You just don’t know it yet

So the next bit you’ve, kind of, brought unto yourself. Until you see reason, Druig doesn’t have many options, does he?

He starts off with more subtle things like mind-controlling everyone into alienating you

There are two reasons for that: 1) he doesn't want to risk anyone tainting your kindness and gentleness, and 2) if no one engages in a relationship with you, the loneliness will bring you straight to him

Yes, the idea of being your savior has been occupying his mind for quite some time

Your friends don't have the time to talk to you, some people start to completely ignore you, and your family is genuinely disinterested in you

He fights with his own thoughts about whether he should plant a seed of dislike in your head towards those around you: sure, it would make this whole ordeal easier for him but wouldn't it be a speck of dirt on your otherwise chaste spirit? In the end, he settles for unwavering ambivalence

Druig knows he's breaking your heart, he hears it in your thoughts, but it's a step towards the greater good: sometimes you have to lose first to win later.

So don't be surprised when you wake up one day to a thought in your head that maybe venturing alone into the woods isn't a good idea and that maybe you should stop by Druig's and see how he's doing

But it's rude to show up at someone's house empty-handed, so you bring some fruit with you

Druig definitely got you to hand-feed him grapes or berries

Depending on how receptive you are to his coercion, he might put himself into your dreams

Especially if you're having a nightmare, "saving" you from whatever's bringing you woe

He could, of course, plant an entirely new dream into your head but where's the fun in that? Druig plays his cards well

Even if consciously you know it's just a dream and none of it is real, you can't help your subconscious mind being more drawn towards Druig - just the way he planned everything

In all honesty, it would be less than child's play to make you devoted to him but such a scenario can't quite satisfy the itch inside him. He longs for you to choose to be by his side like a game he plays to win and although he does cheat in this game, the win is a lot less satisfying when the game is rigged to your favor __________ @restingbitchsblog

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨

Pairing: Dark!Druig x (female) Reader

Summary: you actually convince Druig to go on a night out to a club, and well, shit happens in the club...👀

Warnings: guy kinda being a creep in the club, smut, possessive Dom!Druig, ever so slightly bratty Sub!Reader, fingering, penetrative sex (m+f), semi-public sex, exhibitionism, degradation / praise kink, choking, pet names (little one / sir), dacryphilia, squirting, minors DNI

A/N: the premise for this idea came into my head as I was falling asleep and I just had to write it down and um yeah somehow it turned into this😵‍💫🥴 hope you guys like it!!🥰🖤✨💫

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

Tonight was an extremely rare event: you had managed to convince Druig to come out with you. The notorious recluse was actually in the club with you. Okay granted he was just stood leaning against the bar watching whilst you danced the night away in the middle of the floor, your body bumping into the hoards of other people around you.

You’d already tried numerous times to pull him onto the dance floor with you but he just wasn’t having it. You sigh to yourself as you watch your boyfriend watch you from afar. And so you just continue to dance by yourself, enjoying your own company, losing yourself to the steady beat of the music as it thrums through your body.

You close your eyes and let your hands roam your body, moving up your waist to your neck before getting lost in your hair as you continue to swing your hips. Okay so you were kinda deliberately putting on a show for Druig, tossing your hair the way you knew he liked. You feel dizzy and giddy, your closed eyes making the music feel even more intense as it pulses through your body.

It’s then that you feel a pair hands snake around your waist. You smile to yourself and lean back into the warm chest that’s pressed behind you. You feel their hips start to grind into yours and you happily grind back, matching their rhythm.

“You finally decided to join me then hmm?” You hum hazily, your head titling back on their shoulder, your mouth angling towards their ear.

“Mmm yeah” you hear an unfamiliar voice respond in your ear.

Your body freezes and you open your eyes to see Druig stood exactly where he was before, leaning against bar, watching you from the across the club. His face is the perfect picture of rage, his jaw taught, the muscle in his cheek twitching, nostrils flared.

A small panic settles in you as you realise that it indeed is not your boyfriend that is grinding into your ass.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else” you yell over the music, attempting to step away from the stranger behind you.

“I can be anyone you want me to be babe” the deep voice chuckles darkly, their arms locking around your waist tightly, keeping you in place.

“Listen I have a boyfriend” you say pointedly.

“Really? I don’t see him” he laughs, his mouth ghosting over the shell of your ear.

It then occurs to you that even though this man had his hands all over you, even though you had just been grinding against you, Druig still hadn’t budged from his perch against the bar. If anything now you were just pissed off. What was it gonna take to really get his attention?

So you decide fuck it, might as well test the boundaries of Druig’s patience. He’d certainly tested the boundaries of yours.

“Fair enough” you shrug again the man behind you, leaning back into his chest again.

You slowly start to move your hips again, pushing back again the guy’s crotch. You let your head lull on his shoulder, your hands flying up to tangle in the guy’s hair. You giggle when you hear him groan. His hands find their way back to your hips, helping guide you against him.

Suddenly the man’s body goes slack against you, his hands falling off you and hanging limply by his side, his body completely still behind you. You open your eyes in surprise and are quickly met with Druig’s, shining brightly gold as he pushes through the crowd to get to you.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” Druig seethes as finally takes his place in front of you.

You tighten your jaw in defiance.

“I’m just having a little fun” you quip back.

“Fun, hmm?” His eyes narrow dangerously as he glares down at you.

“Yeah, fun” you emphasise.

“With this guy?” Druig cocks his head at the guy behind you, his face blank and devoid of consciousness, a faint gold glow lingering behind his eyes.

You shrug.

Druig chuckles darkly. “Oh sweetheart, I think you need reminding who you belong to."

He doesn’t give you the opportunity to argue as he grabs your arm roughly and drags you out of the crowd, heading towards the bathrooms. He roughly shoves you through the doors. You trip and almost lose your balance, catching yourself on the sink. You look at up in the mirror to see Druig standing behind you, his face a picture of evil.

You spin around to face him and that’s when something in the corner of the room catches your eye. You turn your head slightly to see the man that was grinding on you just moments ago stood slack in the corner, his eyes glassy but focused on you, that light golden glow that mimic Druig’s still lingering.

You look between him and Druig worriedly.

“Druig... what are you doing?” You squeak.

“I told you, I’m reminding you who you belong to” he hums darkly as he walks up to you, pinning your hips against the sink.

His face hovers dangerously close to yours, the hot breath filtering through his flared nostrils fanning over your face. You’re involuntarily leaning back, holding yourself steady on the countertop.

“What about him?” Your eyes dart back to the helpless man.

Druig just smirks again, his bright eyes somehow clouding with a devilish darkness.

“I’m gonna show him who you belong to as well. Show him that you’re mine.” His lips twist into a snarl on the last word.

You swallow nervously, pushing back so far onto the sink counter that you were almost sitting on it.

Without warning Druig’s hand slips under your skirt, straight between your thighs. You can’t help the moan that slips past your lips as his fingers push against your panties, shoving the fabric between your already soaked folds. He dips his head to attach his lips to your neck, biting at the skin sharply. You hiss at the pain.

“Mmm see how wet you are already? And I’ve not even touched you yet” he hums cockily into your neck.

For some reason you decide to push your luck.

“How do you know it’s not from him?” You jerk your head towards where the man stood blank-faced and wide-eyed in the corner.

Druig’s hand freezes, his entire body going rigid, a rage literally simmering off him. He slowly raises his head to meet your gaze. You stare at him defiantly but you can feel your eyes widen in fear as you take in the anger on his face.

“What was that sweetheart?” He says, his voice laced with a venomous condescension, unnervingly calm and controlled.

It was almost sinister.

You gulp, knowing you’d taken it too far now.

Druig brings his hand up from your panties, finding purchase on your jaw. His fingers dig painfully into your jaw as he tilts your head up to look at him. You avert your eyes nervously, afraid to meet his gaze. In your peripheral vision you see him cock his head to the side as he glares at you.

“Well don’t go all shy on me now” he seethes. “What did you say?” He pinches your jaw quickly.

“I- I- said... maybe...” you let out a shuddering breath. “Maybe... I’m wet b- because of h-him” you swallow dryly, your words barely more than a whisper.

Druig leans back, his hand dropping from your face. Your cheeks burn where he’d likely bruised them with his grip.

“Oh yeah? So you want him then, do you? You want him to fuck you?” Druig taunts.

You look back and forth between the man and Druig, your stomach alight with nerves, and not necessarily in the good way.

“Well? Is that what you want? You want this random stranger’s cock instead of mine?” Druig’s anger is coated by a kind of smugness, as if he already knew the answer.

“N-no” you mewl.

“No?” Druig teases. “What do you want then hmm?” He crosses his arms over his chest as his gaze rakes up and down your body lazily.

You reach your arm out forward, trying to grab him, but he dodges your fingers.

“Uh uh,” he tuts, “use your words baby."

A whine leaves your throat as you pout lightly.

“Such a little brat” Druig scoffs to himself. “Tell me what you want, or you won’t be getting anything."

You mewl again.

“Please Druig” you cry, your bottom lip quivering. “I want you, only you. Please” you bow your head and look up at him through batted lashes.

A small smirk appears on his lips, telling you you were heading in the right direction.

“What do you want from me little one?” He pushes.

Another whine passes your lips. The hunger between your thighs overrides all other senses, making you momentarily forget about the other man in the corner.

“I want you to touch me. Please, please” you whisper fervently, the pathetic pout returning to your lips.

His smirk grows into a cocky grin and he hums his satisfaction. He steps forward, his body pushing you against the sink again. He keeps you completely under his control with his gaze, even without using his powers on you. He grabs your hips and lifts you onto the counter, opening up your legs and slotting himself between them.

“You want me to touch you hmm?” His face is back only an inch away from yours. “Like this?” He taunts as one of his hands moves to wrap around your throat, his fingers squeezing lightly.

You whine again, your eyes pleading with him. He sees the silent cry in your eyes and teases you even further.

“What? You want more?” His smile is wicked sharp.

You just about manage to nod as his hand wraps even tighter around your throat. Your mouth hangs open, a choked sound escaping you. He laughs darkly before releasing the pressure, leaning his hand around your neck but letting the oxygen flow through you again.

“Hmm that’s still not quite what you want, is it, little one?” He chuckles. “Where do you want me to touch you?” He whispers.

Your eyes flick back to the other man. Druig lifts a finger off your throat to push at your jaw, forcing your head back to face him.

“Hey, don’t worry about him. You keep your attention on me” he speaks forcefully.

You nod once again.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” He repeats, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Lower” is all you can choke out.

His lips curve in amusement as he huffs a small snort. He raises an eyebrow tauntingly as he moves his hand from your neck, his fingers ghosting over your chest. He pushes down your already low-cut shirt, exposing one of your breasts. The shirt you were wearing didn’t work with a bra so he was quick to take advantage. His hand palms your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple causing a shiver to run through your body.

“Here?” He pinches your nipple as he teases you again.

You shake your head, that pout returning to your lips.

“Lower” you mewl again, your hips rutting forward against his, desperate for any kind of friction.

He chuckles that dark laugh of his again. He keeps his eyes on yours as he trails his hand lower down your body. His fingers brush down your side, over the curve of your hips, going over the length of your skirt before he reaches the hem. He skims up your thigh, pushing under your skirt as he goes until his fingers once again find your clothed pussy. He opens his mouth to mimic your gasp as you cry out when his finger push against your clit, the soaked fabric of your panties providing little barrier between you and his fingers.

He rubs your clit through your panties a few times, his eyes never leaving yours. He then shifts to push your panties aside, his fingers teasing your dripping entrance. You moan again, your hips bucking towards his fingers. Your mind goes blank, nothing concerning you other than getting Druig’s fingers inside you. He continues to circle your hole but makes no motion to touch you any further.

Your moans turn into pitiful whines as your eyebrows knit together in a sad, begging expression. He clocks your pathetic face and halts his circling.

“What? That not enough for you?” He mocks.

You groan, pushing your chest forward, your body colliding with his as you attach your lips to his neck, desperately hoping that by paying him some attention he might return the favour.

His other hand quickly comes up to grab you by the back of the neck, yanking you backwards, once again forcing your head up to look at him.

“Oh no that’s not gonna work right now sweetheart. I told you to use your words."

You knew what he was getting at. He wanted to hear you beg, but more specifically, more importantly, he wanted his own name to fall from your lips alongside your begging.

“Druig” you whine. “Druig. Please. Please touch me. Fuck me with your fingers. Please, Druig, please” you almost cry.

“Mmm that’s better."

Your gasp washes over Druig’s face as he pushes two finger inside you at last. Your gasp is garbled and choked though, awkward with the angle at which Druig still held you by the back of your neck. Druig shows now mercy, no slow start, no time to adjust to his fingers stretching you open. He immediately sets a hard and fast pace, his fingers fucking into you mercilessly. Your moans are strangled as Druig keeps your head in place, keeping your eyes on his as he watches you squirm with pleasure as he loses his fingers inside your dripping cunt.

But you can’t help it. Your eyes slip back to the man in the corner. The man that was watching silently as you sat spread eagled on the sink, Druig’s hand lost between your thighs.

Bad move.

Druig’s yanks your hair harshly, your eyes snapping back to his where they’re alight with anger.

“I said, keep your eyes on me” he snarls.

You whimper, blinking away the tears that had sprung to your eyes.

“Yeah that’s it little one, you keep looking at me as I make you cum on my fingers. Make you cum like no one else can” he all but growls.

Something akin to a sob leaves your throat as you start to feel the burn settle in the pit of your stomach. Druig’s brutal pace has pleasure coursing hotly through your body, like a wildfire spreading rapidly across your entire being.

“You think he could make you feel this good with just his hand hmm? You really think anyone can make you feel as good as I can? Or are you just a little slut who likes to tease hmm?” He breathes in your face.

You shake your head limply, tears now starting to fall from your eyes. He barks a harsh laugh.

“Look at you, crying just because of my fingers. I haven’t even got to fucking you yet. Such a pathetic little baby” his voice is sharp and deadly, his words just adding to the pleasure that was blazing through your body.

“I know you’re close” he grunts. “Go on, show this guy what you look like when you cum on my hand” he instructs.

A strangled sob erupts from you as the fire finally explodes in your core, your climax ripping through you. You fight to keep your eyes on Druig’s as you clench around his fingers, your body convulsing as he carries on pumping you through your orgasm. Your body fights to arch forwards, to curl inwards around the pleasure but he keeps you firmly in place, your neck starting to ache where he was tilting it back.

You shudder violently as you slowly come down from your high, Druig's pace declining in speed but not entirely stopping until your orgasm had been coaxed out to its fullest potential.

“There’s a good girl” he praises, but it’s laced with an edge of sarcasm, of mockery.

He pulls his fingers out of you and brings his hand up level with your face, tracing your lips with one of his drenched fingers, leaving a trail of your own slick like lipstick on your mouth. Druig then pushes both of his wet fingers into your mouth, curling over your tongue and nearly hitting the back of your throat. His non-verbal command is evident in his eyes; suck.

You obey swiftly, sucking on his fingers, pulling the taste of yourself into your mouth. His smirk reignites on his face.

“Good girl” he murmurs softly.

Then his eyes darken again as he pulls his fingers out your mouth harshly. He leans his face close to yours again, his nose just about touching yours.

“Now I’m gonna show this man what he can never have. And that’s to have that tight little pussy of yours around this cock. I’m gonna show him that I’m the only one that gets to fuck you."

Another tiny whimper lodges in your throat at the prospect.

Druig pushes your legs open wider on the counter with his knee as his hands begin undoing his belt and jeans. You take the opportunity of your head being released to let your eyes flicker momentarily to the man in the corner again. Luckily Druig was too focused on undoing his trousers to notice your small slip up. Regardless, you feel a small twang of fear spike through you. Were you really about to let yourself be fucked in a public bathroom whilst some stranger watched silently from across the room?

But when you feel the head of Druig’s cock push between your folds you knew the answer. Knew you’d already lost.

Your body reacts instinctively, your back arching, your hips pushing forwards towards his touch. That wicked chuckle of his covers the gasp that escapes you as he pushes inside you, taking no time to sink to the hilt.

One of Druig’s hands then finds its way to your face again, gripping your jaw like a vice. He forces your face back to look at him. His other hand holds your hips steady as he wastes no time in setting a brutal pace thrusting into you. He said he was going to fuck you so that’s exactly what he was doing, his hips colliding with yours with a bruising force. Your moans are again muffled and strangled where his fingers were digging into your cheeks. His grunts were loud and dominating, commanding the attention of the room, only just topping the wet sound of his cock finding home inside you with each sharp snap of his hips.

“Hmm you may act like a little slut but really I’m the only one you’ll let fuck this pretty tight pussy, isn’t that right little one?” He squeezes your cheeks, pursing your lips forcefully.

You nod your head once. “Yes” you mumble.

He leans in close to you, his lips almost brushing yours.

“Yes, what?” He whispers darkly.

“Yes, sir” you breathe through trembling lips.

“Good girl” he brings your lips roughly to his, still holding your jaw in his hand. He kisses you hungrily, his mouth dominating yours. You moan weakly into his mouth when his hand moves from your jaw to grip you neck, holding you in place and squeezing lightly.

Your mouth hangs open limply as your feel your head start to spin. Your mind going light, weightless as that fire began to burn in your stomach once again. But Druig doesn’t care. He continues to make out with your unresponsive lips, licking into your mouth without a care. All he cared about was showing that he owned you, owned every single part of your body; you were his to use as he pleased.

“Such a little whore” he mumbles into your mouth. “Flirting with other men just to get my attention. This is what you really wanted though, isn’t it? For me to fuck you stupid?”

Your answering “yes” is trapped in your throat, kept in place by his hand. He loosens his grip the slightest bit to let some oxygen flow through you again, keeping you on the precipice of a weird kind of high that came from being lightheaded whilst your core was heavy with the pleasure he was fucking into you. You feel a tear slip down your cheek absentmindedly. He barks another derogatory laugh.

“Look at you, so dumb on my cock. Just as dumb as this idiot in the corner who thought he could have you. But he can’t, no one else can. You are mine” he growls, his hips somehow snapping into you even harder.

More tears stream down your face, all the sensations beginning to overwhelm you. Your head was light and spinning, your neck sore from the way Druig was holding it. You could already feel the bruises on your cheeks. He was fucking into you so hard a slight pain settled between your legs, mixing in with the pleasure. You already knew you were gonna struggle walking out of here afterwards. And you knew Druig would love that.

“I’m not sure you even deserve to cum again after your attitude tonight” he grunts harshly.

You mewl and whine pathetically in response, your noise resembling something like a sob.

“Please” you cry.

You push against his hand, your face angling towards his neck. To your surprise he doesn’t stop you. Instead he moves his hand from your throat to settle around the back of your neck, holding you against him. You breath in deeply, letting the oxygen flow back through your body.

“Please sir, please let me cum” your voice is rough and raw from where he’d choked you.

You bury your head in his neck, kissing him desperately, tasting your own tears mixing with the sweat on his skin. You continue to beg and plead with him, murmuring into his skin in between the kisses. He’s still pounding into you harshly even as your body slumps weakly against him, your body already spent despite him not being finished. You weren’t even sure you could handle the incoming climax as it builds to a peak inside you.

“Fuck” he barks harshly as you continue to sob into his neck. “You know I can never say no to you little one."

It’s then that you feel his hand move off your hips as it finds its way between your bodies. His fingers start to circle your clit and your body practically convulses into a fit as your orgasm almost immediately breaks over you.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Cum all over my cock little one” he grunts into your ear as his hips and fingers work furiously in unison.

You cry into his neck as your pussy clenches around him, squeezing him tightly as only you could. Tears spill from your eyes and onto his skin as you mewl pathetically, your body spasming with the pleasure as he keeps moving inside you.

“Ah fuck, yes. You always squeeze me so good” he pants as his brutal rhythm finally falters. His hips stutter and finally still as you feel the hot ropes of his release paint the insides of your walls. His fingers dig into the back of your neck roughly as he ruts himself through his own release.

HIs fingers are still working on your clit as he slowly continues to thrust inside you. Your whole body starts to shake as he pushes you beyond the point of pleasure. It’s like your core tightens even further, twisting into a sharp coil as he pushes you over the edge again, another climax searing through you. This time you feel your release leak out of you, spilling onto your thighs and the counter beneath you.

“There’s a good girl” Druig half laughs as he finally slows his pace even more, removing his fingers from your clit.

You slump against his chest, letting him take your entire weight as you both pant heavily. He wraps both his arms around you and rubs your back softly, a sudden tenderness taking over him.

“Shh you’re okay. You did so well. You’re always so good for me” he hums gently into your hair, placing a kiss to your head.

You have only a moment to enjoy this softness before he’s suddenly yanking your hair again, once more tilting your head up to look at him. He looks at you before turning his head to look pointedly at the man still stood against the wall.

“But, if you ever pull that shit again with another man you’ll really be in for punishment. You hear me?"

His face is menacing as he looks back at you.

All you can do is nod meekly.

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A/N: well idek what to say about this one lmao💀 hope you guys enjoyed some more slightly dark Druig content!!🖤💫

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Out of the Woods

Can you make a dark!druig when the reader is an eternal and he was always a little obsessed with her and this feeling grew with time but when the eternals separate he tries to take her with him the others stop him but when they find druig in the amazon and ask for his help he makes a deal that he will only help if when it's all over he can keep the reader with him

tags: angsty, smutty, rated 18+ nsfw, extreme non-con/dub con, gaslighting, mind control, manipulative dark druig, reader is in internal torment, lots of conflict, the eternals are not good guys either!, heavy in plot, star wars reference, druig is an unreliable narrator!!!!! 

word count: 5,000+

i made druig op as fuck here. dedicated to @twopercentmilk​, who literally fuels me to write more, always grateful reading ur asks!​ see more notes at the end! 

Present Day Amazon “Please, make yourselves at home,” Druig welcomes the familiar faces walking towards him. He’s got a smug smile, proudly showing off the small-scaled civilisation he had constructed hidden underneath the towering trees of the Amazon rainforest. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” His dark robe hangs loosely around his body, swaying to the wind as he strides further with leaves making a crunching sound for each step taken.  Ikaris looks at him unimpressed. Sersi, Sprite, Gil, Thena, Kingo, and a mortal alongside were ready to explain why. Druig holds up an index finger in front of them signalling for them to stay still and then closing his eyes before expressing his previous statement differently, “Let me rephrase it. Why do you need my help in all this?” He admits he didn’t hesitate in reading their minds. Sersi’s first to be exact. The sheer amount of worry and panic he had been sensing from her energy was impossible to ignore.  “Why the worry, Sersi?” Druig simpers, leaning closer to her, with his arms resting behind his back. 

Sersi returns the stare, unable to form the right words to respond to him. The short second pause was enough of an answer for him at the moment. Druig didn’t want to cause a scene, in spite of being beyond the wilderness already. He doesn’t wait for her to answer before turning around, facing right back at the entrance of his boxy wooden outhouse he had build with the villagers entrapped in the forest. His fingers waved, beckoning his friends to follow him to walk straight ahead. They all gathered inside, dramatically setting a more private overtone. “I know you guys hate it when I use my powers on these mortals... Or to anyone at all” Druig mocks, the latter part more subdued in tone, looking specifically at Sersi whom he had sensed became more fond of the human world and its population.  Privacy wasn’t an issue for them. They could take this impending discussion whenever and wherever they wanted to. His powers were one summon away from controlling the people working around their surroundings, so as they wouldn’t be able to eavesdrop whatever concern they have to solve later on.  His friends took separate seats among the wooden benches laid all over across the room. Druig, however, still stood confidently, along the middle of the aisle where he could easily walk towards any one of them. “You’re the only one with the potential to put a Celestial to sleep,” Sersi explains. Druig’s head turns to her, face directly staring with a questioning raised brow. “And why would I want to participate in this? It’s essentially a suicide mission, if you ask me.” “We can’t do it without your help,” “Hmm...” “Come on, Druig. You’re better than this.” “Yeah, and I just learned my whole life, existence, and purpose was a lie as well. What will I gain from all of this?” Kingo cuts in the middle of the conversation, defending, “You’re really expecting something to benefit from this?” ”And why shouldn’t I?” He could see the rest of his friends practically look in disgust at him. “I don’t know... Probably saving the billions of people on this planet can clear out your conscience for once in a while. Maybe you could gain something from that,” Kingo continues his statement, imposing a guilt feeling that still wasn’t entirely apprehending nor convincing for their fellow mind controlling Eternal. “You’re sick,” Sersi spat out in distate, “you’ve barely changed at all.” “Yeah?” The tone is Druig’s voice steadily rises, bringing out a well embedded rage he had snubbed for the past few centuries while looking for a place to settle. “You’re all no different from me...” He adds, “You guys are just as selfish as you think of me as repulsive.” All of their expressions shift from being provoked to apologetic. Druig, and the rest of his friends, expected their ongoing argument would lead to this. No one could blame where he was coming from as well.  The room had been put into an awkward silence, which well enough spoke volume. For the most part, Druig took advantage of the situation, knowing well he wasn’t going to allow them to paint him utterly as the villain— for the second time. “Did I hit a nail?” He taunts to everyone, looking from one face of the room to the other.  For all the centuries that had passed, he learned that in times like this it was best to utilize the conversation to his own advantage. He couldn’t allow them to step on his own decisions anymore. He wouldn’t take its consequences. “Are you playing victim here, Druig?” Ikaris throws in, intrinsically adding fuel to the fire. “Fuck off.”  “Looks like I hit a nerve as well—” “Okay! Calm down!” If it weren’t for Kingo and Gil, Druig definitely would’ve stormed to beat Ikaris in the face. But he was held back, instantly deliberating that a fight against him wouldn’t be worth it.  “Let’s all not get on each other’s throats now,” Sersi calls out, realizing it was best that they were to step in and be the bigger person in this. It was the only way to settle a truce. “Druig, we’re really sorry.”  “Yeah?” He scoffs. “Yes—” “Sorry doesn’t fucking cover it.” Sersi, much like the rest, looks taken aback by his reaction. “Now you’re just acting childish.” “Welcome to my world,” he sardonically retorts, “it’s all going to go downhill here and thereon.” No one wanted to speak up. Not for the fear of how their friend would react again, but because of the realization that they’re slowly and emphatically starting to understand where Druig was coming from— not out of spite, but from hurt. “Now you guys want my help to save something dearest to you?” Druig bellows, “You’re now only understanding what it feels like to fear losing something or someone you value profoundly?” “...Where was all of this centuries ago?” His voice dims, almost cracking, feeling exposed and vulnerable in front of them for that hint of weakness he had just played out. Close as she can get, Sersi tried to place a consoling hand on his shoulder but was immediately dismissed with a shake. “We thought that during that time, it was for the best. But we do regret what we did.” “Oh spare me the pity, Sersi. Your judgment has been biased ever since then. You pretend you're morally correct only when you think it can be used to your own advantage or personal benefit. You never considered nor compromised with me at all!” Druig didn’t try to cover his indisposition anymore. He had no one to hide his pain from. He looks up with weak mournful eyes before saying, “... I hope all of you never get to bear the torment of emotions on how it feels like to be helpless and lost.” ⌞ °   •        •   °   ⌟ 5000 BC Mesopotamia. Druig was beguiled the moment you, along with the rest of the Eternals have departed from inside the Domo. Between both your first encounter with each other, you caught him for staring longer than usual, returning with a quick glance and smile. Both of you shared the small points in time just as human civilization was still underdeveloped. Most of the mortals in the planet lived off from fishing, solely finding motif to survive— nothing more or less. He made sure to look after you. Both by making sure you were never placed in grave danger from Deviants, as well as welcoming himself into your thoughts. He never wanted to sense torment from you, because he would feel the same agony too. For most of the premature years the Eternals shared on Earth, all of you had to wield different powers granted by the Celestial Arishem. Committing to the chore of protecting people from Deviant was embedded into your mind. It was the only path given to the entire crew, and none of you knew better than to obey. For the betterment of mankind, per se. Soon enough, all your powers started to reveal their uniqueness amongst the others. This granted more potential to compromise as a team, knowing well each Eternal was gifted, yet none of you considered yourselves to be better than the other. Ajak had regenerating powers aside from her abilities to communicate with powerful Celestials. Phastos was literally a king of technological advancements. Kingo manipulates cosmic energies within the tips of his fingers. Sprite could form illusions no matter the range. Thena summons any weapon in the palm of her hand. Gil basically had an iron fist with super strength abilities. Sersi transforms any inanimate shapes of matter into another element. Ikaris had flight and laser beams shooting from his sight. And Druig was able to control the minds whoever and whenever he wanted to.  You learned that your own sets of powers authorized you to manipulate force gravities, specifically dark and negative powers. You could still control your abilities within broad daylight, but you realized you could only reach your powers maximum potential when compromised with negative forces.  It initially seemed like a curse. Why give someone the power that seems fundamentally antagonistic? You badly wanted to adapt to your group. Matching their own energies as they learn their own combative skills and power moves. In view point, after learning the origins of dark arts, you could essentially posses certain gravitational and extra dimensional energies— majorly discerned in highly opaque areas that equate to the void. It enabled you to channel certain types of dark shadows into your systematic strength; furthermore, allowing you to manipulate time, emotions, and common objects either inanimate or living. For the mean time, you watched your group save hundreds of individuals as the years go by and population tends to increase. While you didn’t try to get under the pressure of being compared to them, you felt more and more helpless. Seeing that as you feel one step closer to getting to know your powers, you simultaneously appear three steps behind on the capability the rest of the Eternals had. Each of them grew mightier and fiercer.  But you still felt leashed under to your own abilities. You did help as much as you could, in ways such as creating destructive pain to Deviants clashing in the middle of the way. Being a walking ball of darkness felt like a threatening title that you yourself had no constraint over. “That’s enough,” Ajak practically had to call your attention and your focus hardly yielded to it. “I said that’s enough,” She had to repeat it twice before finally summoning you back distinctly. The glow in your eyes faded away, only drifting back into reality when your head turned to her. You looked in front seeing a Deviant completely abolished into pieces, barely even recognizing how disfigured it turned out to be. You didn’t know how much of your power was used against it nor how strong it affected the destruction process.  Everyone shared glances, back and forth, between you and the Deviant you demolished lifelessly and brutally.  “I’m sorry. I didn’t...” you frowned, nearly tearing up at how wicked you appeared to them amidst the fight, “I don’t know what got into me.” Even more, what you realized was that, for most times during battles, you get carried away while bringing about your abilities. It was as if your magical powers were using you, instead of the opposite. * “Are you feeling better?” You spotted nobody except for Druig, who came to look after you took some time to take flight somewhere a bit farther across the location the Domo was stationed on. The sky was dark and you were relying in front on the fire you made to illuminate your surroundings. You hated starting straight in the night sky. It felt like you were gazing directly at something that resembles yourself. And it didn’t leave a great sense of esteem, more on feeling sick to your gut. “Yeah,” you respond. “Do you mind if I sit next to you?” He remains distant, standing meters away with his arms tucked behind his figure.  “Why?” He takes a few steps closer before shrugging. “Figured you needed the company.” You didn’t reply. Not knowing if he was right or that you actually wanted to be alone for the mean time. However, Druig takes the silence as a form of agreement. Before you had the will to tell him to scram, he takes the vacant spot next to you and positions himself to a sitting position alike yours.  You didn’t feel the need to talk. Originally you were already enjoying the silence by yourself, knowing you wouldn’t be forced to harm someone within the vicinity, knowing there weren’t any mortals within a mile away. But Druig decided otherwise.  “Did you know I can read minds as well?” Your face remained unimpressed, but you kindly did return the conversation. “I didn’t yet I’m not surprised. That must seem nice.” “It does. I’m still adjusting to my telepathic abilities.” He smiles. “Well, I’m happy for you.” And you did genuinely mean it. “Really?” He prods, “Because I sense more worry from you. Do you mean it?” “I'm telling the truth, Druig...” you’re taken aback at his hesitance. You appreciated the concern, but at the same time you didn’t want anyone dictating your emotions.  You further explain, “Being happy doesn’t mean you can’t feel sadness too. I’m sure you can feel both at once.” Druig raises his chin slightly, taking in what you said and then agreeing, “Point taken.” As if he had learned something new tonight. And he was glad he picked it off from you. “...Well then, what are you sad about?” “Did you really just come find me only to pry at my thoughts and feelings? That isn’t very nice of you,” you scowl instinctively. You weren’t consciously thinking straight when you decided to call him out instantly like that. You liked to blame it on your powers and its tendencies to bring out the savage parts of you— but you knew well than to make excuses for it. Instead, it sends you spiraling into worry. Knowing you’re still too weak to handle the darkness. “My mistake. I never intended to pry,” he apologizes, “I just hate seeing you underrate yourself like this.” “Like what?” “I can sense your emotions from a mile away, darling.”  Internally, you freeze at his endearment. You maintained a scowl, thankful that he wouldn’t see you fluster over him because of the nightfall. “Isn’t that being invasive?” You clarified, but the tone in your voice was more curious than it was irritated. “Not if you’re the one manifesting your own feelings. You’re practically a beaming ray of distress,” he says, “I’m just concerned for you.” Momentarily you frown, unaware that the negative energy radiates stronger than you expected. Not only has it swathed over you, but it has also began reaching to the others in the group. You warily nod at his explanation. “Hmm... I guess I appreciate the gesture.” Druig smiles, finally pleased at the progress of you slowly welcoming him into your thoughts. “Now,” he leads off, “care to tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” * From thereon you started opening up to him more. He was the only person who truly showed how he wanted to understand you more, having to do with not only your powers but getting to know your personality as well. On top of it, he didn’t leave the discourse completely one sided. In exchange with your ideas and sentiments, he introduced the potentials of what his power holds. From time to time, he gains more information from you which he always deems significant. By letting yourself pour out the concealed internal struggles you had, the weight forcing against your chest felt lighter than before. The more it boosted your esteem and confidence, the less you feared the darkness swirling in your core. Not once did Druig make you feel like you were seen as someone tied alongside a demonic figure. Contrast to it, he actually helped you differentiate yourself from it. He sensed that you’ve always linked yourself beneath its shadows, which was why you seemed manipulated by it. You didn’t suffer as much as you did before. Seen as someone to be feared. Your dark forced sorcery didn’t define who you were wholly anymore. You, instead, started to feel like you belonged with the group. Much more accepting yourself too.  Both of you were laying flat on the sand— closely beside one another, the back of your heads resting on your palms with shoulders stretched and elbows resting— while watching the stars above the night sky. This has become your usual routine ever since that night he approached you.  Fortunately, a lot has changed in the course of time. You were rational— almost entirely clearheaded nowadays, barely fearing the absence of light like how you did years ago. You found comfort in the magic you were gifted with. “So you’re telling me, you've been helping me control my powers?” Your eyes broke off from staring above, face turning to the side to look at Druig. You were all in smiles as years pass by, seeing the drastic impact he has over you. He nods with a humbling smile, “Yes.” “Are you putting me like under your mind control spells? Or is it rather different than your usual capabilities?” “It’s hard to explain. But I promise I’m not mind controlling you completely, just a part of your brain to help keep yourself curb with the void.” “Should I take that as a good or bad thing?” “Depends...” He beckons, “What do you think?” From his side, your voice softens as you inch your face closer to him. “I think...” “...It’s a good thing,” you whisper, delighted at last before sealing the gap between the pairs of your lips.

1521 AD Tenochtitlan.  Compared to the beginning of civilization, humans have advancement by this time, specifically with their weapons. Emotions have developed both positively and negatively. Love grew evident, taking part of the beauty and appreciation between humans and the things that surround them. It allowed development and collaborations, leading to underlying factors such as attraction, protection, intensity, and trust. All these sinking not only to mortals but to the Eternals as well— especially intimacy and codependency. On the other hand, the dark side also had its chance to arise along with it. There have been hindrances caused by jealousy, pride, and greed. This has introduced the concept of war and murder, which were truly heartbreaking to watch from a perspective.  None of you could interfere, as per the Celestials commands. The torment affected Druig. And the darkness slowly returned to devour you too.  Ironically, your mental state began to degrade from your intense fear for what may blindly come at you. But Druig became more and more unhinged, acknowledging that he can feel your emotions together with the humans by tenfold. “It hurts,” you cry. Tears were barely forming around your eyes, but your throat and upper body felt like it was being clawed into pieces. Both of you were hiding in the middle of the forest, unexpected of how the night was going to unfold prior to this. You gripped around his wrist, nails almost digging into his skin forming crescent marks he had dealt with from you before. Your chest tightened, barely allowing you to breath as you tried your best to control the negative forces that had been emanating since the start of warfare among the land.  “I know,” he grieves for everyones pain. “Please help me make it stop.” Your eyes pleading at his while he frowns. “I need you.” Druig hesitated for a moment, though eventually and willfully taking it as an opportunity to confuse your vulnerability and attachment as permission to assume control. He wanted to make up an excuse. The darkness you were exhibiting was muddling with his own demons, tempting to expose his deepest and darkest secrets to the surface like bait. He didn’t want to see you writhing in anguish and panic anymore. And he felt you didn’t wish for the suffering anymore either. You were spiraling into a rabbit hole of a mess as your face could barely look straight back at Druig, absurdly turning from one side to another while you screamed. Your brain felt like it was being smashed forcibly and horribly into a pulp. Druig had no other choice than to distract you from the discomfort. He took your vulnerable state to his full advantage. His fingers enclosed around your wrists, pinning them down to the ground, then goes on top of you, his strength trying to match with your manic state— almost entirely restraining your body. He tries to use his powers, eyes instantly illuminating to gold trying to get into the depths of your thoughts and finally authorize his control. The surge of power dominates him like a quench of thirst in a hot desert region. He never expected it would feel like this. Though he wouldn’t deny the fact that he had been dreaming for a moment like this to come along. Between the two of you, sharing this point affliction and pain had become something sacred. There was passionate level of exchange in intimacy Druig couldn’t elaborate thoroughly. He was just thankful that his powers were effective on your struggle. “Please…” The shift in your voice was clear, tears slowly blur your vision before spilling down your cheeks. “Please don’t hurt me.” Your sobs weren’t direct to the pain your powers were causing anymore. Druig knew that. He detected every inch of your thoughts, much so what you felt. Yet he made sure you weren’t the one deciding for yourself anymore. He waited for years. Anticipated that you would actually get better. Maybe both of you could rule the world with your powers combined. For all that, he was disappointed that he never helped unveil your maximum potential on your own. Though it wasn’t a problem for him. He’s been patient up until this point. You needed him. Completely.  Your tears were for him now.  “I’m hurt that you would think of me that way, darling,” he whispers, face leaning overly close to your ear. “I’m trying to help you here.” He’s steadily overpowering you and you felt ashamed that you couldn’t defend your feelings nor your body beneath him. You didn’t know if you wanted this, everything was seemed messy and you weren’t in the headspace for anything that happens further. Did you really wanted this? Was this for the best? Does Druig intend on helping you manage the pain? No matter how much you pondered over this scene, it doesn’t negate the fact that you’re too late to change what may come along. Your gut felt disgusted and he probably had figured that out. He gives you a look that twists your stomach like a knife that has impaled through it. Like you really had hurt his feelings by doubting him and his actions. But you didn’t want this... Or did you? “I’m s-sorry!” You bleat. His hands sneak under your aztec skirt. The length of it dropping down to your ankles. But he didn’t so much as struggle when his fingers settled to draw it upwards over your abdomen, exposing the skin of your lower body— defenseless and bare. He ensures to peel off any articles of clothing that comes across his way. “You can be difficult to deal with sometimes; you know that right?” His voice just as smooth as his movements. His body setting apart a wide space between your inner thighs he can welcome himself in. “...You’re really, really fortunate to have me. Lots of other people wouldn’t put up with you like this— always being emotional and out of control. You’re lucky I’m the only person left who can understand why you act this way.” Eventually, your headspace became more and more unstable. Thoughts were too clouded, barely registering if who was right between you and Druig. All that you could do was surrender yourself physically to him, hoping that eventually the mental anguish can compensate for the trauma. His lips plant soft kisses on the crook of your neck, conflicting from the aggressiveness he’s exhibiting as he groped and grasped your hips down to the ground. “Oh, poor thing,” he cooed, “Writhing little mess.” You didn’t know why you haven’t blacked out from all this. You were terrified and your mind wanted to shut down badly. Albeit, you figured it was Druig mind controlling you not to pass out from any of this. He didn’t want you to miss out seeing him harness his powers over you. “Seeing you getting you worked up over this,” he groans before sliding himself inside your cunt. “Fuck you’re so hot.”  Instinctively, your arms extend and hands reach to grip over his shoulders. Your eyes flutter at the pace of his thrusts and hips slamming against yours. You wanted to seal your eyes shut from all the pleasurable sensations. You didn’t want to look at him in the eye, ashamed of how your body was reacting agreeably to his touch. The air was cold, but the exchange between your bodies felt heated. You were confused, wanting to vomit. Forcing your body to squirm further beneath him, you tried to gather enough strength to push him off, or at get away from his chokehold. But you failed, miserably while at it. Dried leaves rustling around as it served as a cushion from the rocky ground. He pins you down with a weight, trying to simmer you down from your state of horror.  “Shh, shh.” He mumbles into your cheek, “I’m not gonna hurt you. Don’t you trust me...” “Druig, please—” The back of your throat felt like it was set on fire. “...I trust you— so fucking much,” he groans, pacing a relentless rhythm as he bucks his hips back and forth.  Your lips quivered at the sight of him. He continues to chase his release, leaving sloppy kisses under your jaw. His hand curls around your waist, finishing inside you with a pained moan.  “You’re alright. I understand better than anyone else.” “I’m scared.” “You don’t have to be,” he consoles, “you have everything you need. Me.” You swore you heard him say, “You’re mine” somewhere along the line. But it didn’t help ease the feeling that you felt trapped. Again. Just like how you were under your powers before. You gasp for breaths, hands falling beside on the ground with fingers twitching. Your ears rang before darkness swarms all over your vision and sets in. * Druig stares at your unconscious body. Collapsed from the shock he had put you in.  He felt guilty. Deserved to be. But he knew everything came at a cost. He was doing this for the best. You were never going to value yourself as much as he did. No one will be willing enough to show you what you can and can’t do. Only he had the power over you and he surely claimed those rights long ago before anyone realized it. He patiently waited for this time to come. He didn’t expect it to come so soon, honestly, maybe anticipating it after a few thousand more years or so. But he was thankful nonetheless.  All Druig wanted to do know was escape, together carrying your lifeless figure. Both of you could rule your own little civilization without the rest of the Eternals hindering authority.  What he didn’t expect was Thena suffering under Mahd Wy'ry simultaneously from the time he plans both your exit. He was so distracted from getting you under his control that he didn’t realize that the Goddess of War had created a commotion just a few miles away from where he held you down. It was doomed fate. Sersi found him first, exhausted and out of breath carrying your body in front with both his arms supporting your back and legs. ”What are you doing?” She asks He didn’t mean to drop you to the ground. But he knew he was outnumbered if he decided to put up a fight. Neither was Sersi imperceptive of what was happening. Druig always felt her suspicious on him, especially whenever he became too fond of you prior to these years. He was so close to having it all. He didn’t know what part of his plan went wrong. And it just went downhill from there. “What did you do, Druig?” ⌞ °   •        •   °   ⌟ Present Day Amazon “So do we have a deal?” He puts forward in front of the familiar faces that brings about the feeling of betrayal from centuries ago. “Fine.” Sersi hesitates, reflecting if she will regret this decision later on. Druig could hear her thoughts loud and clear. He was waiting for her to willingly make up her mind, just to save him for future trouble and to avoid history from repeating itself— like what happened back in Tenochtitlan. The other Eternals watch as she deliberately makes the decision for them, as an entire group. He didn’t want any of them interfering with his future plans from here on and out. All he looked forward to now was seeing your face without the strain of hiding.  “We won’t hold you back after you’ve helped us put the Celestial to sleep,” she says. He didn’t have to fear anyone and you were under no one’s control anymore. Only his, under him.  “We have a deal.”

a/n: thank you for reading! this has got to be one of my favorite works. dark force manip was a star wars reference and im an avid fan of the franchise! (kylo ren wh*re here) hope you liked this one! it was really heavy in plot and conflict. i love reading novels and i tried to add my own literary devices in my writing— just starting off by druig being an unreliable narrator! there were so many concepts intentionally left unelaborated and ambigious <3 i made sure reading this felt like riding a rollercoaster. did you feel bad for druig at first? how dark did you expect his corrupt alter ego would present as? 

would love to hear your thoughts and feedback about this! it means a lot ily <3

[barnes-n-nobles]

Helped (NON-CON SMUT)

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Summary: Dark! Physiologist Druig x Reader . Your psychologist is a bit much and the lines soon start to blur. 

Warnings: Smut,  dark Druig, dirty talking, non con smut, mind control in a sexual way, stalking, mild Daddy/kitten dynamics,

Drugging

Mind control

Stalking

Praise / she loves to please him and he takes advantage of her

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A/n: I do not study psychology some things might be very off, just trying to set up the scenes better

After a hard and unhappy relationship with your ex, you decided to seek some mental help. He left you feeling really bad about yourself and depressed. Going to therapy was honestly such a great idea and you thanked yourself because you soon started to feel way better. You finally felt like you could talk to someone about your problems without having to feel like you’re inconveniencing whoever is listening. At least your therapist got paid for listening to you. Druig was just so good at doing his job, he made it feel like you were someone he actually cared about but he was just doing his job. He was also extremely attractive and you would be lying if you said you didn’t think of him often, but he would never go for a damaged girl like you. Or so you thought.

When you got to his office, the receptionist walked you into the session room, gesturing you to sit and she explained that he was running a little late but that he would be in in a couple minutes. You thanked her and sat on the comfy chair and waited for Druig to come in. You often wondered what kind of mental problems he had, or if he even had any considering he’s a physiologist. Getting up you decided to stroll around the room, and looked outside the polarized window. Moving on to his desk you noticed that there was sticky note on his computer that had todays date and your name on it…with a heart next to it. In a second you felt your ears start to burn and it spread across your face. Why was there a heart next to your name? Did he like you? Did he think you were cute? Does he do this to other patients? Your mind was all over the place and you felt way too excited.

“you’re a curious little kitty today, aren’t you?” Druig chuckled making you snap up and around. Fuck. How embarrassing for someone to catch you snooping around. Specially for that someone to be Druig. “I-I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed. I needed a pen a-and” Druig smiled and walked towards you taking your hand in his. “Oh y/n…don’t worry you’re not doing anything wrong no need to apologize. What did we discuss in our last session..” he asked taking your hand in his. “You don’t need to apologize over silly things” you repeated looking down at his hand. He took your chin with his index and middle finger and lifted your face slowly. “No you silly girl. Yoouuuu don’t have to apologize for little things.” He mocked letting you go and asked for you to sit as he sat down too.

“Now let’s get started. Well first let me apologize for being late, I was taking care of something personal” he said taking a deep breath and readjusting himself. “Problems?” You asked curiously. “No not at all. Well, it was but it’s not a problem anymore. I just had to set up some cameras in my house but theyre a lot harder to set up when you don’t hire a professional to do it” he explained. “But enough about me, how’s my favorite human doing” he said getting his pen and pad ready. Uugghhh he’s so cute you thought to yourself , and favorite human??? I think yes. He chuckled at himself and cleared his throat to try and mask his action.

“Favorite human huh? You’re too kind. Well…I’ve been good everything is pretty much the same except that I recently started to read more. Ive been reading some romantic novels. I know probably not the best idea ever but I find those really comforting.” Druig paused his writing and nodded looking up at you with a smile “that’s good Y/n..I’m glad you’re finding new ways to exercise your mind…I know what you went through with your piece of shit Boyfriend so it’s only normal to gravitate to something safe like that….what kind of romantic novels are they?” He asked. You paused trying to think of something. Telling the truth was not an option you didn’t want to say it. “Just like regular romance stuff, nothing too kinky” Druig noticed how you fidgeted with your nails and how you were avoiding eye contact. “Let me ask you again, but this time don’t lie” he commanded. “I don’t feel comfortable sharing.” You answered “it’s embarrassing”. Druig chuckled as to lighten the mood, “no problem hun, you’ll tell me eventually..or I’ll have to force it out of you…now..let’s move on”. You laughed at his threat thinking nothing of it. The rest of your session went by pretty smoothly and you wanted to ask about the sticky note but then you would only expose yourself. He’d think you were definitely snooping around if you brought it up. But why a heart, you though.

“That’s all the time we have for now y/n. Same time next week, I’ll have our front lady give you the reminder card” Druig stood up and gave you your weekly hug. You often wondered if he was like this to everyone. What if he was just too much a flirt? You didn’t like that idea. “What’s wrong sweetpea? Youre not giving me the strength I need from you” he asked peeling away. “Sorry im just a little too perceptive today. But it’s nothing really. I’ll see you next week okay?” You explained reaching for your belongings and you started to walk away, but his hand halted you from going any further. “One more hug, please. For the road?” his beautiful eyes were so mesmerizing, how could you even resist this. “Okay” you giggled and soon the both of you were intertwined once more. His eyes changed and he was back in the familiar space of your head. Reading you from the inside and looking for the answer he needed. Once you broke the hug, he looked at you with soft and kind eyes, smiled at the thought that your feelings for him only got stronger with every seed he planted in your head. “I know you saw that note y/n..…I look forward to seeing you next week, darling” He whispered caressing your face before leaving the room.

You froze in embarrassment, not knowing what to do. Would he bring it up in next weeks session? Your phone rang and you saw it was your best friend.

“Hello?”

“Y/n! I got let out early today from work. Let’s meet up at the Starbucks near your house.”

“Yes that’s perfect I gotta tell you something and I need your opinion. I’ll be there in 10”

“Uuu yesss. See you then”

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After you two met up and discussed the whole situation with your therapist, she had quite a bit to say.

“You have free will. You will do what your heart wants you to do but this isn’t right. Yes he’s obviously a sexy mother fucker but this chemistry that you two have must be addressed outside of the therapy room. This isn’t professional and you have to realize that this is happening IN therapy he’s taking advantage of your mental state with all this touchy feely gig” your friend explained. “I know, I just can’t bring myself to act on it.” You murmured. “Maybe you can get another therapist?” She suggested. The thought of not seeing him often made you heart hurt. You looked forward to seeing him but maybe she was right, you were definitely attached to him and you looked too much into his actions. “I guess so” you sighed. That night you went to bed and contemplated how you were going to break it to Druig in the next and last session. Would he be offended ? You weren’t sure if you were doing the right thing but your best friend did make sense. But you still weren’t 100% sure. You rehearsed what you wanted to say in front of your bedroom mirror over and over again each night. When it was time for bed you got your water from the pitcher on your nightstand and took some sleep medicine to help you on those days that you just couldn’t shut your mind down.

~~~~~~~~~A week later ~~~~~~

You entered the facility and you mentally repeated what you were going to say today. Your heart raced every step of the way, and it almost jumped out when you were brought into Druigs room and he was already there waiting for you. He did not seem happy and chipper like he usually was, he was sort of…mad. Fuck why today, you thought to yourself.

“Welcome back Y/n. How have you been” he asked with no emotion, not even bothering to look at you. “Im good, hey are you okay? You seem upset?” You asked sitting down. He lifted his stare from his pad to yours and back to his pad. “Im fine. Let’s get started” as the session went on there was tension and he treated you so…professionally. You didn’t like it one bit and you even got mad, but maybe this is what you needed to break it to him. As you two were finishing up you stated, “This is actually my last session here at your office. I’m feeling much better and you’ve been a great help, thank you for that.” He scoffed, “What why? You’re not ready to leave my care. You haven’t improved as much as I need you to. I’ll see you again next week, okay?” he said snapping back into his old self as if he wasn’t just mad. “ I feel better now. There’s no point in me coming back if I feel better” you answered. “DONT do this Y/n. I need you to feel better. You will only feel better if I help you through it. Don’t you want me to take care of you? To help you? I only want what’s best for you” He said almost whispering so no one could hear him. “I..I I don’t know” you stammered. Maybe he did care for you like he said. But you weren’t sure anymore. “I’ll think about it” you added. Druigs anger started to bubble up and he decided to walk away from you, he then slammed his fist on a near by drawer making it crack from the bottom. “Why are you so ungrateful. Am I not doing enough? I just want to make you feel good y/n, you’re literally my favorite person ever. Do you hate me?” He asked with tears in his eyes and he turned around to wipe them away.

Something about seeing him crying snapped something inside you. You went to him fast and hugged him from behind. “I’m sorry Druig, I’m sorry, I just thought it would be better for me to find another person to talk to. You make me feel confused and it was getting hard to see through your actions and what you meant by them. I’m sorry. I’ll be back next week okay? Please don’t cry” you begged hugging him tighter. You didn’t want to disappoint him, and seeing him cry because of you was something you didn’t want to see again. Druig smiled. Everything is coming together, you were a pleaser and he was going to use that to his advantaged. You’d soon make the most beautiful and submissive plaything ever. His cock twitched at the thought he just had to be patient. He turned around to face you. “I know I should have done this better but I would like to take you out on a date.No more misleading actions, I will show you how much you mean to me, okay?” He said rubbing his thumb over your lips. “Yes Druig”. He planted a soft kiss on your cheek, he lingered a little too long but it made you burn inside. This affection was something you only read in books and you wanted this.

~~~~Later that evening~~~~~~

You spent all your afternoon shopping and looking for cute clothes. When you found what you needed you headed home and started to get ready. Gosh you couldn’t believe how long it had been since you went out on a date but this certainly was a nice change. When you got to your room, you noticed that something’s were shifted around. You suspected someone could have gone inside your home but that was impossible, everything valuable was there and the doors and windows didn’t show any signs of forced entry. You thought it was super weird but you also thought you might have moved some things. Your phone then got a notification making you move on and forget all about that. It was Druig asking if you were still going to meet him. You answered yes and he then sent you another text right after. “We’re going on a little stroll to one of my favorite rose gardens before we go to dinner. Make sure to drink allergy medicine if needed!”. You smiled thinking how beautiful that sounded. You were definitely allergic to roses but you weren’t going to let that stop you from going. You did as he said and grabbed some water from your pitcher and you took an allergy pill. As you chugged, you realized that the water tasted funny. You grimaced and put the already empty tall glass down. You headed into your closet to get the newly bought shoes out and your world started spinning. You lost your balance and you tumbled to the floor dropping your phone. Your eyes started to see black and that was all you recalled.

Druig smiled at his phone when he saw your unconscious body on the floor. He thanked himself for setting up those hidden cameras in your bedroom. He was able to study you for a week and he learned about you. He always checked in and made sure you were a creature of habit as he had suspected. The day before your therapy session he checked in and heard you speaking about seeking another therapist and he decided it was time to make his move. When you were out shopping, he broke into your home and laced your water. It was all going according to plan.

When you woke up, you were in an unfamiliar place. You were in a big bed adorned with soft blankets and huge windows that displayed the city lights. Where were you? You quickly remembered where you were before and what had happened, you quickly got up and tried to be silent. Someone had kidnapped you and you had to get the fuck out. When you opened the door you started to look for an exit. There was a really nice kitchen and living room and a door in the corner. As you made your way across to the door, you tried to turn the knob as silent as possible but it was locked….from the inside. You panicked trying again to unlock it. “That won’t work silly y/n” You heard a familiar voice say from behind you. You jumped at his words and turned around, seeing him take steps closer and closer to you. “Druig what are you doing here? What am I doing here. Where am I?” You asked still not knowing anything. He chuckled and took your hand pulling you toward him. He wrapped his hands around you but you struggled to get him off you. “Answer me, where am I?” You questioned. He pulled your hand and dragged you to his big sofa and made you sit. “You’re Home y/n, I got this nice ass apartment for you and I know how much you wished you could live in a high rise, somewhere you could see the city lights from. Isn’t it incredible” he said gesturing to the huge windows in the living room. “Why am I here? I thought we were going to go out ?” You questioned. “Oh no baby, you’re not going anywhere for a long time. Not until I train you to obey me by your own will” he darkly explained as he sat next to you.

“Druig stop. You’re scaring me. Take me home” you demanded. He looked at you with a blank expression. He knew he could just MAKE you adapt but he wanted a challenge. “This is your home now. Don’t make me repeat myself.” It clicked in your head that he was not joking and you needed to run. You got up from the couch and started to dart to the back door that led to what you hoped to be the fire escape. He used his powers to trip you and you stumbled across the floor. “Bad bad girl y/n…” He chuckled darkly as he dragged you back to him with his mind as you struggled to stop yourself from moving any further. He grabbed you by your hair and lifted you up to your feet. “Your mind is full of filthy little things and I’ve been inside of it ever since I met you. I know exactly what you think, feel, want, and need. I love your mind baby I love your soul and what makes you…you. Don’t be afraid angel, I’m going to take care of you from now on” he explained now holding you by your waist as he pressed his lips against yours. You tried to pull away but he commanded you, “Dont fight it” and with that you just let it happen. You stopped squirming around and you started to kiss back. He moaned into the kiss and started to undress you. “I wish I could be patient my love but you’re just too delicious” he purred while unbuttoning your shirt. “Please Druig no” you whispered. “Dont tell me no y/n. I know that you’ve fantasized about me fucking you into oblivion. There’s no need to resist kitten, Daddy’s here to make it all better” he said pushing you down onto the ground. He soon took all his clothes off and sat on the couch, spreading his legs and bringing you right between them. “Show me what your pretty little mouth can do” he demanded as he grabbed your head and brought it closer to his member.

You shook your head in defiance but you couldn’t resist the feeling that was growing in your pussy. “Naughty little thing. You’ll get what you need soon, that’s IF you do as I say..” he said slapping his dick on your mouth to open up. “Now Open” he said as his eyes changed to gold. You complied and his head rolled back, letting out a deep rooted groan. You felt so much better than he thought. “Mmm fuck babygirl just like that….you’re doing so so good for Daddy…that’s it all the way in” he praised making you even more horny. As you sucked him up you pressed your pussy down to the floor, moaning on his dick. You didn’t know why you were so turned on by him despite now knowing what he truly was and what he was capable of.

“Think of me Darling…only me” he said while pushing you down onto the floor. He tore off whatever clothes you had left and he kissed you passionately. Breathy and sloppy sounds soon filled the living room, making his dick leak pre cum in anticipation. His hands roamed your legs and he slid one of his hands between your legs, rubbing your soaking wet cunt. “Druig stop” you whispered trying to hold back your moans. “If you really wanted that you wouldn’t be soaking, you know you want this…you want me to fill you up to the brim and make you mine all night long” he said forcing himself between you. “Why are you doing this” you cried. “Because I want you. You’re capable of following directions perfectly with the right push. You’re incredibly kind and loving. I chose you to be mine wether you want to or not princess” he said rubbing his tip on your clit making you shudder. “I know how you think of me y/n…I see the lust in your eyes when we talk. You want this” he said commanding you again. “I want this” you repeated. “Good…now brace for me darling” he said as he sunk himself inside you moaning out in pleasure. When his juicy cock slid inside it made your pussy burn as he was so big. You screamed and closed your eyes shaking as he reached all the way inside. His hand clamped over your mouth as he smiled sadisticly. “Shhh…not too loud. Other people might think something bad is happening” he said snapping his hips into you. Your cries were muffled by his hand but they soon started to turn into moans as you adjusted to his size.

“That’s it kitten, you take me so good” he cooed. As he rammed into you, he wrapped his hand on your throat making you moan in a choked out state. “Druig..” you whispered feeling that familiar pressure above your belly warning you that you were close. “Not yet…Daddy needs you to hold on longer. Can you do that for me?” He said against your lips, releasing his grip and kissing down your neck. “I’m gonna cum” you warned. “Oh you are now? Well let this be a lesson…always…listen… to what… I tell you to do” he said snapping his hips into you and then stopping his movements. He pulled out of you making you whined at the loss of the feeling. Your hips bucked up slightly as if trying to reach the orgasms that was now fading back into you.

He brought you back up to him and pushed you onto the living room window. He picked you up and slid himself inside. “DONT worry, no one can see inside” he smirked as he continued to pound you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his dick worked wonders. His lips locked with yours and his tongue slid into yours. You tried to fight it but he bit your lip, making you gasp. You unwillingly let him in and he moaned into your mouth, exploring it all. He pulled away and looked into your eyes dead on. “You’re mine. Only mine. Tell me who you belong to kitten” he demanded. You were so lost in the feeling and the need for you to cum was becoming unbearable. “You, Druig” you answered hoping that would be enough. “Dont make me pull out again. Who do you belong to Y/n..you know what I want you to say” he moaned. “ You daddy” you squealed. His thrusts got faster and sloppy making you shiver as your orgasms was near. He reached your g-spot over and over again making you yell out in pleasure. You orgasm hit you hard, making you squirt in the process. Your juices dripped on the floor and Druig came inside you, cursing at the feeling and nuzzling his head in your now bruised neck. He filled you to the brim, his cum joined your juices on the floor, making a huge mess.

He brought you to the couch and laid you there, not disconnecting from you. He laid on top of you panting trying to stabilize his breathing. “This is what I want for us love, this closeness and intimacy only for us to enjoy. Be mine forever” he said listing his head up and kissing you. “Look at me” he commanded as your eyes opened to meet his. “Be mine forever” he repeated. “I’ll be yours forever” you answered, but this time you weren’t commanded to, something inside you wanted this too and it just felt…right.

[leviathanspain]

beg for it

dark!druig x mortal!princess!reader

synopsis: you were just a beautiful princess druig had stumbled upon. could you really blame him if he wanted to you to be his forever?

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the garden had always been your safe spot. you treaded lightly against the warm concrete floor, your dress robes trailing after your footsteps. your hands tracing the roses on their flowerbeds as they bloomed. you were lost in the feeling when a noise made you jump, and you saw a strange man climbing over the bricks that closed the garden off from the rest of the kingdom.

“guards!” you screamed, watching as the man landed on his feet on the floor. he looked at you with curious eyes and held out a hand, the guards that were rushing towards him suddenly stopped moving, their weapons dropping on the floor.

you screamed again, “guards!! arrest him!” you pleaded and watched the guards snap their heads away from you and the man, their bodies being dragged away as the man waved another hand.

you and him now stood just a few feet apart. he smirked at you, “pleasure meeting you here.”

you scoffed, your hair flipping over the front of your face gently as the wind blew, “you broke into my garden. you did,” you mimicked the way he waved his hands, “that to my guards and you still say it’s a pleasure? what’s wrong with you? what do you want from me?” your voice quivered. your father had gone away to visit a nearby kingdom and it was just you left with the guards.

druig smiled, stepping toward you. he couldn’t resist the way your breasts sat on your body, the dress corset heaving them upwards in a way that was almost crude. he wanted to feel them pulse under his touch.

“i assume your virginity is still intact?” he smiled wickedly and moved closer, his hand cupping your left breast. you whimpered at his touch, shocked at his question. druig looked up at you when you didn’t answer, “answer me when i speak to you.” his voice was quiet, almost like a warning. his hand squeezed your breast as he waited for your answer. it was painfully pleasurable but you still whined in pain anyway.

you nodded and he laughed, letting the grip he had on your mound go, instead roaming the rest of your body.

“please- my father- we- we have jewels! riches! coins!” he moved his hand up to cup your face, caressing your cheek. your breath hitched as he pursed his lips. his hand moved down from your face, down to your breasts, to your hips, and then down to your heat. he reached your pussy and stopped, mocking a laugh.

“i don’t want jewels, riches, or coins.” he spat, his eyes narrowing. he roughly cupped your pussy, watching as you moaned lightly, your eyes flooded with shock. “i want this.”

druig pulled your dress robes up, hitching them high up onto your waist as he bent his head over your exposed pussy. “your father lets you walk around like this? so fuckable and waiting?” he groaned as his thoughts of what he would do to you overwhelmed him.

you protested lightly, pushing him away with your arms but seeing what he did to those guards left you barely putting up a fight. he stuck two fingers in, stretching you out for the first time.

you moaned, roughly pulling away at the intrusion. druig moved his fingers roughly in and out, not caring for your pleasure. he wanted to know he had full control over you, he wanted to get off on your pleading and begging.

“the more you move, the faster i go.” he threatened, and that made you stop. one hand was splayed out on your abdomen, holding the robes up. the other was palm deep in you. druig stood up and he looked at you, your eyes met his for a moment before you looked away.

“look at me.” he sounded so different to the man before and for a minute you were convinced. until you didn’t look, and he got frustrated, “look at me.” he repeated and this time in a different tone. you looked, and he smiled, his fingers hitting a spot in you that was making your legs tremble.

“don’t cum until i say so. you have to beg for it.” druig warned, you nodded. you had touched yourself before, but never like this. never the way he was leaving you actually wanting to beg for more.

he flicked your juices out as he stuck his fingers out, one of them playing with your pulsing button. he laughed watching you twitch under his touch. he shoved you harder against the brick to make you stay still. again he dove deeper and you gasped, moans spilling from your mouth.

you felt a knot in your lower abdomen and looked at druig. one of your hands was tugging on the shirt he was wearing, the other was stuck onto the brick, trying to find a grip.

“i feel your muscles flexing. you’re getting close and you haven’t begged?” he raised his eyebrows, “i won’t be as nice if you don’t ask to cum.”

you released the pack of moans you were holding onto and pulled at his shirt, “please! let me cum! please!” you begged, feeling the knot beginning to come undone, “please, fuck, let me cum..” you whimpered as his fingers moved faster than before.

he smirked, “just because you asked so nicely.” he paused, looking down at your ruined robes and your dripped wet skin, “yes. cum for me.”

you nodded, and you let go of the knot. you gripped onto his shirt as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, even through your orgasm, it felt like torture as you shook around him. you were clenching his fingers, head thrown back against the brick in pleasure.

druig laughed, “fuck! such a naughty little princess, are we? tell me how much you want me to fuck you with my cock, next time.”

he looked at you awaitingly and you blushed, now embarrassed over what had just happened.

“i want you to fuck me with your cock.” you stated, and druig smiled, he licked his fingers, lapping up your juices.

“until next time, your majesty.” he mocked a bow and before you knew it, he was gone.

[achaoticeternal]

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙

dark!druig x mortal!reader

summary: when things don’t add up, you question the intentions of your lover. word count: 1.4k warnings: darkish themes, manipulation, possible stockholm syndrome, fighting a/n: been toying with a darker fic for druig since he is a pretty morally grey character and got the votes for this based on ‘moon song’

It was late at night, hours past midnight, as the pair of you walked the sidewalks to return back to your downtown apartment. Both of you were slightly intoxicated, with his arm slung around your shoulder, chuckling into your ear about something someone at one of the bars had said earlier in the night. Yet you stayed silent, just absorbing him and his presence.

You were never sure when he would disappear; only to reappear weeks, months, or even years later. It was hectic to live so unsure of yourself and the lover that knew every piece of your body and soul. At times you had wondered if you were some side piece he would just see every time he came into town, acting like you froze in time when he left. Maybe it was your fault for staying and just waiting for him each time you left.

“And y’know if anyone had laid a hand on you, I would- well, I mean, I guess you get the idea,” Druig completed his thought as he tugged you by the hips to turn towards the complex.

You just hummed in response, still lost in your mind as the minutes dragged on. As Druig practically carried your dead weight, you remembered how much you hated getting drunk when he was around. Somehow, no matter how much he did drink, he was never as intoxicated as you were. Sometimes you swore that he would just act like it, pretending that he had half a pint to many before sweeping you back to share a bed for the night.

Before you could fully comprehend your surroundings, Druig had managed to get both of you back inside your apartment and strip you of your winter coat. He helped you onto a stool and set a glass of water in front of you, “Finish that before I get back from the restroom.”

Keeping your silent tongue, you nodded and grabbed at the glass. With a blink, he was gone from view and you were left with the sound of the clock ticking. Your eyes flickered up to it and watched as the seconds hand passed by so slowly, but you still couldn’t grasp it with the feeling of time slipping through your finger tips. The tips of your fingers padded softly against the counter until they came in contact with glass… or a phone screen.

Mistaking it for your own, you tapped at it lightly which caused it to illuminate with a picture of you laughing with Druig’s head resting in the crook of your neck. It was taken nearly two years ago now, but Druig still looked the same, even wearing his familiar leather jacket. A soft smile crept onto your face at the thought of him thinking about you when he left for lengths of time.

All your panic seemed to evaporate from your body as the screen dimmed again. Maybe your drunk thoughts had gotten to your head. Yet the relief washed away with the chime of a text the light his screen once again. You knew that it might be an invasion of privacy to look, but you still brought the phone up at the level of your eyes to read the message better.

Makkari: Sersi wants to talk. Please, just answer her calls. It’s about that girl. She really wants to fix things.

The air left your lungs as a chill ran down your spine. You felt frozen inside yourself, but your body began to react for you. Without thought, you set Druig’s phone back down and dumped the cup of water in the sink before taking off to your room. As you passed the bathroom, you heard the sink running and knew he would be coming out at any moment. So you pulled yourself into the bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you.

As your body went limp against the door, knocks echoed against your back as an accented voice called out to you, “What’s wrong, (Y/N)?… I need you to open the door so I can make sure your okay… C’mon, love, just unlock the door and it’ll be so much easier…”

Still, with your mind still foggy and unclear, you shouted the first thing that came to mind, “No! Go and… go and see, Sersi! I bet she’ll want to talk to you.”

All went silent on the other side of the door, and it was deafening. A sick feeling washed over you, the hairs on the back of your neck stood from a sudden chill, and you scurried away from the door. You did everything in your power to create as much distance between you and the door, a strange sort of… fear clutching to your skin.

“(Y/N),” His voice with a horrendous calm sang out through the door, “Open the door and we can talk about this.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you thought about your next move, but your mind still failed you, “No.”

Everything went dark as specks of gold danced in your vision. It felt like you had been caught in the dreamworld your mind had come up with. Yet just as soon as you had entered, your normal vision splotched in until you could see Druig in the frame of the door. His face held the same calm as in his tone, yet his eyes told a different story. He looked down at your cowering position near the bed, and all you could ponder is how he managed to get inside without breaking down your door.

With two long strides, Druig was next to you, crouching down just above your level. He raised a hand and attempted to graze his knuckles against your cheeks; yet you flinched away, causing him to frown further, “why did you look at my phone, dear?”

“Why didn’t you tell me I was the other woman?” You spat back at him. A new surge of anger and power ran through your body. With a great force, you shoved Druig’s chest and used the space to get back up to your feet. However, he was able to regain his balance with ease and now looked at you eye to eye.

“You are not the other woman. If you would just let me explain, I-“

“No! You don’t ‘get to explain’ shit! Because deep down I’ve always sort of known that I wasn’t enough for you. If I was, you wouldn’t disappear and expect me to just stay like some sort of dog! I have wasted years of my life just waiting for you and for what reason… what- what reason?” Your brows furrowed as you wondered the answer to your own question. You had tried to move before but there was always some sort of mental block. Pieces started to fit together and even if the whole picture wasn’t coming together, you had enough sense to get the hell away from him, “I don’t know what you’ve done or been doing to me. But I’m done. Get out.”

Druig stood frozen in place, absorbing everything you had just said along with your body language. He could tell that you were trying to make sense of years being under his control, but he knew if he came forward about it, then he would truly loose you.

“Didn’t you here me,” You stomped towards him, shoving him in the direction of the door, “get out!”

He caught your wrists as you raised a fist, pain written on both of your faces. Druig’s eyes searched your own, watching you try to connect dots to create a constellation neither of you had ever seen, “No.”

Maybe he was being selfish as his eyes tinted a metallic gold. Or maybe he just needed to be more careful, another part of him thought. This was the third time this year you had realized Druig was not everything he said he was; he needed to really get you under control so that he could enjoy what time you had left by his side. It hurt him, everytime he created a false lapse in time in order to keep your brain from going insane because of his meddling - but he just reminded himself that this was all for love.

[get-your-fics]

Can I request a dark!Druig x reader where readers swimming in the lake nude and Druig is watching her. You can decide how the rest plays out.

i love this one <3 warnings for non-con voyeurism, stalking, and masturbation. read at your own risk!

word count: 517

Druig never left the commune for very long. He was afraid a fight would break out and he wouldn't be there to stop it. The only time he dared to stray away was when he was watching you.

He told himself he was doing it for your safety, to make sure nothing happened to you. But he'd be lying if he said that his actions were purely selfless.

He hid behind a tree a good distance away from you so he wouldn't be spotted. He watched as you approached the lake, shedding your layers of clothing to the shaggy grass surrounding the perimeter. He sucked in a breath when you were completely naked, his eyes roving over your figure.

You waded into the water until you were waist deep. Then, you dipped your head beneath the surface before flipping your hair back like you were moving in slow motion. Druig's gaze followed the trail of drops dripping in between your cleavage and down your stomach to the apex of your thighs. He imagined that those were his hands instead, feeling every inch of your soft, smooth skin and caressing your curves.

Druig felt his hard length pulse between his legs. He rubbed his bulge, hoping to alleviate some of the tension, but it only made him yearn for more. In his mind's eye, it was you reaching into his trousers and stroking your hand up and down his shaft.

He stared at you as he moved faster, small gasps escaping him as he panted. You were floating on your back now with your eyes closed, bobbing along with the natural ebb and flow of the lake's current. He was riveted by the tranquil look on your face, blissfully unaware of what he was doing only mere feet away from you. He shifted his gaze to your chest, the stiffened peaks of your nipples emerging from the surface of the water.

He twisted his hand on the upstroke closer to the head of his cock and came into his fist, spurts of his spend seeping between his fingers. He let out a loud moan that carried through the trees, and suddenly your eyes shot open. He ducked behind the tree just as you sat up, swiveling your head from side to side to see where the noise had come from. You must've thought nothing of it, because you started to trudge back towards the shore, shaking the water from your hair like a wet dog.

He heaved a sigh of relief. He released his grip on his oversensitive cock and looked at the mess he had made, wiping it off on his tunic with a frown. What a waste. It would've been put to much better use inside of you.

He tucked himself back inside his trousers and watched as you redressed. He kept a safe distance away from you as you started your walk back to the commune. He wouldn't have to just watch for much longer. Soon enough, he would make you his.

And if you refused, then he would just have to convince you otherwise.

[softhourswithru]

Eyes

Mob! Dark! Druig X Reader

Summary: After a messy one night stand, a familiar face pops up again in your life.

A/N: So druig yh? 😏 i see yall. This my frist time writing for this mf so i hope you guys like it! Also this one shot has no spoilers or wtvr to the movie. So pls enjoy.

ONE / TWO /

ALSO PLS THIS HAS VIOLENCE SO IF UR SENSITIVE TO THAT PLS DONT READ.

Masterlist <3

Fun. A very diverse word. You loved to have fun, even if it was something out of your comfort zone you will still try to push yourself, even if it was little.

Yet this.

This was different.

You sat on the bed naked and confused looking the man next to you, too many things was rushing in your mind. Did you use a condom? who is this man? where are you? this why your stupid ass don't get drunk. Even though you could sit here for days and look at the fine man sleeping next to you, you felt something off and you didn't want to risk it. You put all your clothes back on and took your belongings. Or so you thought.

You quickly dashed out of the fancy looking apartment and got an uber straight home. Not giving a second look back of where you are, or who it was calling after you.

The ride back home, was worse the thoughts danced in your head. What if I'm pregnant? you face palmed. At least ill have a good looking baby. You couldn't remember much from last night but he stuck with you. His eyes. Lips. The way he spoke. Damn.

You got out the cab and went in your place, dropping everything in your room and going straight to shower.

A couple of weeks later..

You and your bsf sat on the bench eating your lunch.

"You sureeee you pregnant?" you gave her a dead look.

"I can always throw you down the stairs" you playfully slapped her on her shoulder.

"Yes I'm definitely sure I'm not pregnant. I'm just a moody bitch. Plus this lunch needs an extra hour. I'm not ready to go back to work and see our boss ugly face." Your bsf laughed.

"That I can agree with you." your bsf smile dropped and kept looking at you then behind you. You looked at her confused and looked back.

oh its him. you looked back calmly then realised. OH SHIT ITS HIM. You looked back with wide eyes He smirked at you and start walking towards your direction. You put your food away and stood up.

"Nice to see you again" his voice was smooth.

"Yeah it is, sorry for leaving you in the morning i had a few things to deal with."

"Yeah you should be sorry." Huh? his comment took you by surprise.

"Now lets go sweetheart we got a doctors appointment." He took hold of your arm and start to drag you along to his car. You tried to pull your hand away but he was too strong.

"Hey let me go, what the fuck." But by that time you he had already pushed you into the back car seat. You looked back at your bsf seeing her being towered by a couple of bodyguards.

"Don't worry your littler friend will be fine." You started banging on the windows and trying to open the door.

"whatever you are doing. It wont do shit." He took hold of your hand and face and made you look at him.

"Stop fucking messing about and be a good girl. We have an appointment to get to." You tried to moved.

"Who the fuck are you? You don't own me or some shit. You barely know who the fuck i am? You don't throw a random stranger in your car." You shouted back.

Next thing you know your facing down with a burning cheek.

"Don't raise your fucking voice at me." Tears started to form and you sat back up and moved yourself close to the car door not wanting to be near him and just faced the window.

His gaze stuck on you for a while, the smirk on his face giving you shivers.

The car ride was quiet to the hospital. You two didn't say anything till you met the doctor.

They was telling you who they was going to prepare you for the scan and accidently called you by a familiar surname. It wasn't yours. But his.

Where have I heard that surname from.

During the scan you kept looking down. Trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.

"Seems like you two are having a baby!" Your head shot up and looked the scan. Still confused at how this doctor can see a baby. And looked back at Druig. His face was stoic. Nice.

The doctor left you both alone in the room.

"I'm not keeping it. We barely know each other. Its a night stand. Just forget about me" Druig started laughing.

"Imagine." You looked at him.

"Your cute but your also stupid. You left your ID back at mine, so I used to that to my advantage."

"That slap also didn't teach you very much. This isn't a yes or no situation babe. From now on you are under me, as the mother of my child you are going to stick by me. If you are a good girl then I might be easy on you. But from what its looking like right now... I don't think so babe." He dropped the scans on your lap

He stood up and walked towards the door.

"Its going to be fun knowing you y/n." He opened the door.

"and don't be an idiot trying to escape I have eyes everywhere."

He winked at you and left.

You looked back down at the scans.

Shit.

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A/N: CAN YOU BELIEVE I HAD TO EDIT THIS THREE TIMES CAUSE IT WOULDNT SAVE FFS YK.

Anyways if you guys liked this! please comment on what you would like to see me write next i’ll be making more. Not just for Druig but for other characters

like don’t get me wrong Ikaris sexy but when i saw Druig..