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alohastyles-x · 2 years ago

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Nightfall - Druig

A dark mob/gang AU Eternals fic

Paring: AFAB reader x mob!Druig | Mob!EternalsAU

*I am kind of using mob and gang interchangeably here

Note: hi. I’ve crept out of my hibernation hole to repost this fic after some edits. This is the only fic I’m motivated to finish at the moment. I will also be turning it into a fantasy gang type book with OC’s on my Wattpad that are inspired by the Eternals gang. If you're interested for that version to be posted here too, let me know! :)

warnings: 18+ | Language, violence, descriptions of gore, mentions of SA and physical assault, drugging. This is a dark fic, so dark topics will be mentioned and discussed.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics <3

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The Rosaris. The most popular and elite club in the city ran by Genesis Rose- who was arguably the scariest gang leader in the state… and also happened to be your boss. He was a filthy man with one hell of a rap sheet. Murder, money laundering, prostitution, trafficking, you name it, he’s done it- or made someone else do it for him.

At surface level the Rosaris was a fancy and elegant club. One you had to be on the list to get into. No exceptions. Underneath, however, the Rosaris was a scary and torturous place, filled with drugs, sex, and booze. Only the elite of the elites got access to the Underground; they were vetted and initiated through a series of challenges. If they could handle it all, rather, if they made it out alive, they were granted access. Genesis only hired the best of the best strippers, prostitutes and bartenders- all women, all sexy and desirous- as a reward for the initiation process.

You were one of them… no, you were more than that. You were Genesis’ favorite, his go-to when he had too much whiskey or when he closed a huge deal, dragging another filthy elite into the club’s inner ring.

Thalia was his other favorite. She quickly became your best friend, taking you under her wing when Genesis declared you the best of the rest.

“Just do what they say honey bunny, there’s no use in fightin’ back. Don’t let your status fool you into gettin’ cocky- you’re still nothin’ more than a piece of ass to them.” She warned you, her southern accent present while she swiped bright red lipstick on her bottom lip. You looked down, scared of what was to become of you.

Genesis had found you on the streets. You had been kicked out of your apartment, and your ex left you battered and bruised on the sidewalk when Genesis had knelt above you. The streetlights illuminated around him, making him appear angelic; you thought he was your savior. What a stupid idea. His sinister smile was mistaken for kindness, something you would come to beat yourself up over for a long time.

He had you drugged, before Kingston- his right hand man- grabbed your limp body and threw you in the car that transported you to The Rosaris Underground- where Genesis’ office resided.

You had awoken with duct tape on your mouth, your wrists and ankles bound together, your clothes stripped off and torn. That’s when Thalia came in. She had a pitiful look on her face as she untied you.

“I’m so sorry honey,” she had whispered, trying to delicately rip the tape off of your mouth. She draped a blanket around you, and then led you to the girls’ changing room that Genesis was nice enough to give the girls.

Thalia helped you get dressed into the outfit Genesis had picked out for you. It was all red and all lace, exposing almost everything. Small strips of fabric covered your nipples and cunt, but it didn’t do much good. As you had looked around the room, you realized you were the only one in red. You thought it was just an initiation thing, to let everyone know you were the new girl. Instead, it was just because Genesis thought you would look sexy in it- and he was right. You were easily the sexiest one there, trumping all the girls below you. In any other circumstance- in any normal circumstance- you would have felt elevated, confident. Instead, it just terrified you more. You were highly requested by the elites in the club, which made Genesis very jealous.

That’s how you became his favorite. You spent most of your nights with Thalia up in his office with his men, servicing them how they pleased. This was how you met him.

Druig- the city’s drug dealer. He had his own empire, the Aeternus. He wasn’t the leader, but he was a fundamental part of their success- he was where the money was at. Everyone wanted drugs- not just the elites. His business went farther than the others, bringing in the most money. He worked closely with Genesis, bringing him only the best of the best.

You had been working for Genesis for a year before you finally, officially, met Druig. His dark black hair was a stark contrast against his pale face and gray eyes. He always wore a leather jacket with black jeans and a pair of black combat boots. You had seen him pass through the office multiple times, but tonight… Tonight was different.

“Druig, my boy!” Genesis chuckled, grabbing Druigs cheeks in between his two hands. “What did ya bring me?”

“You don’t even want to know, Genesis.” Druig smirked, dropping off two duffel bags that were filled to the brim with various antidotes.

“I want to introduce you to my newer favorite girl, as a thank you,” Genesis said, motioning for you to come over. You got off of the lap you were sitting on- Daniel, one of the famous politicians- and walked over to Genesis. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in tightly.

“This is Y/N. She’s been up here for about a year now, and hasn’t had any complaints yet. Go ‘head, try her out,'' Genesis gave you a little push in Druig’s direction.

“Ah, Genesis, you know I can’t.”

“I insist.” His tone was demanding, and Druig knew he wasn’t going to let this go. He placed his hands on your waist, drawing you near him.

“I know you like to do your business privately, you can use the room,” Genesis said, pointing to a door off in the distance.

Druig thanked him, before leading you down the hallway, his hand on the small of your back.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered once he knew you both were out of earshot. “We’re just going to go in for a few minutes and come back out. I’ll leave you a glowing review,” he smirked, as he pushed you gently into the room. He flicked the lights on, illuminating the cramped space you both stood in. You made your way to the bed and sat down, while he sat in the chair across from you.

You sighed as you fell on the bed, your whole body aching from exhaustion. Druig watched you closely as you closed your eyes.

“Feels good to just rest,” you whispered. Something in Druig’s chest burned as he heard your voice, an ache awakening deep inside of him.

“You must work a lot since you’re one of Genesis’ favorites,” he said.

“Yeah, the only pro of that is you’re less likely to be assaulted- well anymore then usual that is,” you muttered, rubbing your face with your hands, careful not to mess with your eye makeup. Druig stiffened in his chair as your words hit him.

“What did you just say?” He asked, standing up. You snapped your eyes open, fearing you said too much.

“Fuck, I’m so stupid. Please don’t say anything, please, I’m begging you.” You shot up, kneeling in front of him. God why did you have to speak! If Genesis knew you spilled about the filth that had gone on down here, if you had actually confirmed it, the repercussions would be insurmountable.

“I’m not going to hurt you… or let you get hurt. I just want to know what you said.” He placed a hand on the side of your cheek. You resisted the urge to lean into him. The last time you mistook someone's kindness, you ended up here.

But something inside of you urged you to tell him the truth. To tell him that by the end of the night you were sexually assaulted at least once, physically assaulted at least four times. That you, for some god forsaken reason, were treated ten times worse than Thalia- probably because she could hold her own, unlike you.

You fought the urge and instead of speaking you just undid the red lace corset you wore, letting it fall to the floor. Your chest was bare before him, but you didn’t care. Somehow, deep in your mind, you knew you could trust him. His eyes trailed over your skin, over the bruises, scars, and blood stains from earlier tonight. You had a deep scar across your lower belly, where it looked like you had been cut open before.

Druig’s hand had begun to shake with rage as you slowly turned, exposing your back to him. Red scars all over, the result of being whipped repeatedly, mostly for pleasure… some for punishment.

He snapped.

“Who did this to you?” He asked, his voice so low and deep you barely heard him.

“I… I can’t even tell you. It’s been so many people,” you broke, the tears began to flow. He knelt down, drawing you to him, petting your head as he had calmed you down. You weren’t sure why you just confided in him. It was as if some supernatural pull had calmed you, told you it was okay. That he was okay.

“Put this back on,” he whispered, handing you the red corset. You nodded and did as he said. He turned to face the door, prepared to knock it down and beat the shit out of Genesis and his men.

“Follow me,” he reached for your hand, helping you up. He led you out the door, back into the room.

“How did you like her?” Genesis asked, a smirk on his face.

“Too well,” Druig smirked, trying to play coy. “Think I could take her home with me?”

“Ah, now you know the rules my boy. She stays here,” Genesis clasped a firm hand on Druig’s shoulder.

“Alright, how much?” Genesis laughed. The idea of being paid for made you tremendously uncomfortable. You attempted to let go of Drugs' hand; he just squeezed it harder.

“Not for sale.” The tension was rising, and Druig looked around the room. The various men were now standing, facing Druig, their hands positioned questionably on their hips. Druig wasn’t dumb, he knew they were all holding on to some sort of weapon. He counted them, there were five total. Five against one? He could manage that.

“I’m going to give you one last opportunity,” Druig muttered, giving Genesis a psychotic smile, “or I will kill everyone in here.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Genesis laughed. His laugh was cut short, however, as Druig threw a punch in his direction, hitting his face just right. His cheekbone was easily shattered, causing him to grunt in pain.

The four men in the room charged at Druig, some drawing guns, others drawing knives. You shrunk back into the corner, watching in amazement as Druig took them out one by one. Blood covered the windows and the walls. Shouts were heard in the distance, and you knew that someone had saw. You raced to the door, shoving the heavy dead bolt through the lock just in time. The guards pounded on the other side, each thud making you flinch slightly as you backed away.

The grunts behind you came to a stop, as Druig knocked out the last of the men. It was Daniel. Taking his knife to Daniel's neck, he sliced it open in one quick movement, blood splattered the carpet, and Druig’s already stained clothes, as he let Daniel fall to the ground. You covered your mouth in horror at the carnage before you: bloodied bodies everywhere, brain matter and other bodily gore painting the walls, the carpet.

A low grunt caused you to turn around. It was Genesis. Druig hadn’t killed him, and he wasn’t going to.

“Let this be a lesson. I get what I want, when I want it. No one can tell me otherwise. You got it?” Druig asked, kneeling over Genesis, knife in hand.

“You bitch,” Genesis whispered, spitting in Druig’s face. Druig laughed psychotically. There was no stopping him as he stabbed his knife in Genesis’s cheek, dragging it down before pulling it out. He wiped the blood on Genesis’ shirt, before turning to you.

You were shaking, your mouth hanging open, hand poised in the air just under it. You could not believe the horror in front of you; there was so much blood.

“You’re safe now,” Druig said, shoving his knife back into the waistband of his black jeans. He had blood splattered all over his hands and his face. You slowly backed away from him, now utterly terrified at the only man who has ever killed for you.

“I promise I will never hurt you. I will, however, hurt anyone who ever touches you again.” He said slowly, as he made his way towards you. Your back hit the wall, Druig’s body towering in front of you.

He lifted a finger, trailing it along your hairline, before pushing hair out of your face. You were trembling, tears filling your eyes as you turned your head away from him.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” he whispered. “You have to trust me.”

The same feeling from before washed over you, as you turned to face him. His gray eyes now had golden specks in them, as he caressed your cheek.

“I trust you,” you whispered, unaware you were even speaking until you heard your voice, disembodied in the air.

“Good, because that door is about to break down. We have to get out of here.” He pointed to the door you had locked. At some point, you had managed to drown out the sound of the guards pounding away at it. You saw the lock bending with each bang.

“There’s a back door over here, it leads to the loading docks.” You whispered, pointing to one of the doors on the northern wall. Druig nodded, following your lead as you climbed the stairs that led to your safety.

Shouts begin to fill the stairwell as the door to Genesis’ office broke down. Panic set in, causing you to attempt go up the stairs faster. You tripped, your heels betraying you and breaking. Druig caught you by your hips, steadying you as you took your heels off, throwing them down.

Suddenly, a bullet flew past your ear ricocheting off the railing. You screamed and Druig’s grip on your waist tightened.

“Go,” he yelled, pushing you up. You continued going as fast as you could, thinking he was behind you. When you reached the door at the top you threw it open.

“Just through here… Druig?” He was nowhere to be seen. Looking down the empty stairwell instilled a fear deep in your bones. You began to hyperventilate, panic setting in once again as you realized the stairwell was eerily silent. Tears fell over the brim of your eyes as you sank down against the wall. Fuck, when Genesis finds you it's all over. He’d probably torture you in more ways than you could count, holding you up in the dark room you had spent too many nights in, where you lost your sanity more than once.

You heard heavy footsteps climbing up the stair, and your sobs got harder, messier, as your fate was about to be set in motion. Your body shook uncontrollably, as you covered your face with your arm, trying to control the sobs.

“Shhh, y/n, it’s okay, it’s just me,” Druig whispered, rushing to your side. The relief you felt was almost euphoric as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against him.

“Shh, it’s okay, but we have to go now,” he said sternly, trying to help you stand up. By this point, your legs were like jello, unable to move.

“Come on y/n, we have to go, we don’t have time for this.” He was more stern now, trying to reign in his annoyance at you not moving.

“I-I can’t Druig.” You sobbed, gripping tightly onto his arm.

“For fucks sake,” he muttered, snaking his arm around the back of your legs, lifting you up. “You have to tell me where to go though babe. I have no idea.”

“Turn right,” you said weakly. Druig did as you said, carrying your traumatized body through the dimly lit corridors.

“Left.”

“Another Left.”

“Through those doors,” you directed him, trying to keep your eyes open long enough to guide him. When he finally reached the loading dock doors, he threw them open stepping out into the night.

A blacked out SUV sat outside, the backdoor already open. Druig carefully helped you in, before sliding in next to you. You settled in, laying down on the seat, your head on his lap. You were too terrified to move. You had no idea who this man was, or what he belonged to. If he was doing business with Genesis, it probably wasn’t good. Had you just replaced one hell with another?

“Took you long enough- WHY are you covered in blood?” A feminine voice yelled, causing you to flinch.

“Lighten up Sersi, it’s not my blood.”

A short girl sat in the driver seat, speeding off.

“Who’s the girl?” She signed, turning to briefly look in the backseat at you.

“Y/N. She’ll be joining us.” Druig said, resting an arm on your body.

“Is she okay?” Sersi whispered, turning in the seat to face you.

“I think so. Just shaken up. It was a bloodbath,” Druig muttered, shaking his head.

“Did you kill him?” Makkari signed.

“No, but I left him somethin’ to remember me by.”

“Druig you didn’t…”

Druig smiled proudly, thinking of the deep gash he left in Genesis’ face.

“Shit, Druig! That was not a part of the plan.” The girl in the passenger seat- Sersi- yelled.

“Neither was rescuing her, so looks like it’s improv night. Hey, did Gilgamesh cook dinner?” Druig asked, quickly changing the subject as he felt your body tremble under his arm.

“No.”

“What the fuck.Thats like his only job. Can we stop and get some food then? I’m starving. How about you, y/n? Are ya hungry?” You merely nodded your head, too scared to speak.

“Druig we can’t stop anywhere with you looking like that.” Sersi said.

“Just go through the drive through.”

Sersi rolled her eyes as Makkari smiled, already pulling into a McDonald's parking lot.

***

You woke hours later, a thick black comforter wrapped tightly around your body. It was soft, something you weren’t used to. Every joint in your body ached from the night before. Memories before began to flash in your mind, You groaned, rolling over in the bed to bury your face in the pillow.

“How are you feeling?” A voice suddenly spoke beside you, startling you. It was the girl from the car. She had long black hair, half of it tied back while the other half fell over her shoulder.

“Like shit,” you muttered, moving to sit up in bed. You noticed her right arm was covered in intricate tattoos- at least the part you could see under her three quarter length sleeve.

“Do you want me to get you something for the pain?” She asked, moving over so you had room to sit.

“That would be great, thank you…” you paused, realizing that you couldn’t remember her name.

“Sersi,” she smiled, getting up and walking to the adjacent bathroom.

She grabbed a bottle from the medicine cabinet, pulling two tablets out before putting the bottle back.

“Here, it’s just Advil but it should help,” she said, handing you the two little white pills. There was a glass of water on the nightstand next to you that you grabbed to wash the pills down with. “We have stronger stuff if you need it, but I figure this is a good start.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, analyzing her kindness. She hadn’t offered you actual drugs... a stark contrast to the copious amounts of narcotics handed out daily at the Roasaris.

There was a soft knock at the door.

“Come in,” Sersi yelled. You winced, your head still splitting. She gave you an apologetic look as the door opened. It was Druig. He stepped in, his eyes darting right to you. You were a mess- your hair was all over the place, your makeup smeared down your face. His face softened as he took your appearance in.

“Sersi, why don’t you help her shower.” He said, looking at her.

“I was about to ask her if I could help her before you knocked.”

You tensed up, suddenly aware that you must look ridiculous. You blushed, looking down. The awkward tension was somehow even worse than the previous events of last night. You heard the door open before shutting again.

“Let me go grab some towels and a fresh change of clothes, then I’ll help you get in the shower- if you’re okay with that,” she said gently. You nodded, bringing your knees to your chest while you waited on Sersi.

A single tear fell from your eye as you finished reflecting on the previous night. You felt a mixture of gratefulness and fear as you curled up in the bed waiting for your much needed shower. What if Genesis found you again…? You didn’t even want to think about what he would do to you.

“You ready?” Sersi asked, bringing you out of your thoughts. You nodded, before carefully getting up and following her to the shower.

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kimoralov3 · 3 years ago

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dad!druig

a/n: so someone requested something cute and fluffy with druig, and due to recent events this was the first thing that came to mind lol

paring: druig x afab!reader

warnings: mentions of pregnancy symptoms like throwing up, swearing (what's new), lots of fluff, very slight angst

a/n: look at his arms oh my gawd

finding out that you're pregnant

so you'd been feeling a little sick lately

and it wasn't like your normal sickness symptoms, you were throwing up a lot and just generally feeling a little bit sluggish

and obviously he takes notice towards that because he's always trying to make sure that you're okay

"do you want to go to the doctor? i think we should go to the doctor." "druig, it's proably just a stomach bed. it'll pass."

the two of you sat there and argued (not really argued but just trying to convince the other that they're right)

eventually druig won and scheduled you a doctor's appointment

also side note imagine that it's like the dead of winter when you're going and while y'all are getting ready he likes helps you put on your coat and tie your shoes??? fucking adorable

anyways i'm getting sidetracked

so you're sitting on the bed/table thing in the doctor's office and druig is sitting in one of the provided chairs and his leg is going a thousand miles an hour

what if you were sick??? were you dying??? how was he going to live with himself if you died???

his thoughts were interrupted when the doctor walked in

"hello there! i hope you're doing well because i have some great news."

neither of you were sure what could be so great about you possibly being sick but y'all didn't want to be rude and interrupt him

"you're pregnant!"

there was a moment of silence

the two of you looked at each other then back at the doctor

"i'm sorry what?"

the whole car ride back was dead silent

both of you were too shocked to say anything

when y'all got in the house y'all kinda just stood in the couch

neither of you were upset about the news, the two of you had just never talked about having kids

so neither of you knew how the other felt about having kids

"druig" "yeah" "are you...happy about this" "of course i am. i know we haven't talked about it but i would really like to start a family with you"

he then goes into this long ass speech about how much he loves you and how he'll do anything to protect you and yada yada

basically he makes the really cute speech that leaves you a sobbing mess

during the pregnancy

druig would be a great person to be around when you're pregnant because he is so insistent about doing everything you ask him to

need a foot rub? he's doing it before you even ask

you want a baconator at 5 in the morning? he sleeps with his keys in hand so he can rush to the car

he spends a lot of time on pregnancy and parenting groups getting advice

he also calls phastos a lot to ask about random things

"how high off the ground does the crib need to be" "druig, i haven't even had my morning coffee yet"

the first time the baby kicked the two of you were cuddling on the couch

"ow" "what happened? what's wrong" "your child just kicked the shit out of me"

he then spends the next few days trying to catch the baby kicking but he's unsuccessful poor druig

he also uses the last 2-3 months of your pregnancy to build a whole nursey

like i'm being so serious he didn't buy a crib from Walmart, he went to home depot, bought some wood, and put that shit together himself

he's there for every appointment holding your hand

if you ever worry about anything (i.e. not being a good parent) he'll be there in a heartbeat to make you feel better

i've said this before but druig definitely has a way with words so he knows exactly what to say

once again, he'd be the perfect person to be around while you're pregnant

the baby year (years??? i don't know how long they count as babies)

before the baby was born you and druig agreed that the two of you would take turns taking care of the baby so you weren't as stressed about having to wake up in the middle of the night

although sometimes druig would trick you into thinking that it was his night instead of yours and stops the baby from crying because you need your rest

there's a baby section in almost every room of the house, each one has diapers, bottles, wipes and formula so no matter where the two of you are with the baby

druig takes his job as a father very seriously as you can tell

almost a little too seriously at times

but honestly you don't mind because he's adorable and he's just trying to show that he cares

but there are days where you have to like force him to sit down while you take care of the baby

"go read a book or something, me and the baby will be fine"

the main people that come over to help are phastos, sersi, and makkari

makkari and sersi because their your best friends

and phastos because he's had enough of the 2am questions so he basically sits the two of you down for a masterclass in childcare

also gil and over thena come over a lot with food

y'alls baby literally loves thena it's so fucking cute

a/n: i was going to write for toddler to teen or young adult, but one; i'm really tired cuz it's 1:30 am but i'm up for moonknight, and two tumblr is really fucking testing me and fucking up my writing so i'm gonna go and play the sims before i commit arson or some shit

#i'll prolly do a pt 2 later #druig #druig x reader #druig x afab!reader #druig x fem!reader #druig x female reader #druig fluff #druig imagine #druig fic #druig fanfic #druig fanfiction #dad!druig #dad!druig x reader #druig x you #kimoralov3

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inkareds · 2 years ago

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Take Me To Church Matt Murdock // 1.1k

nav // marvel m.list // ko-fi ✧.* warnings: 18+ no minors please! Blasphemy of religion, taking God's name in vain, sub and whiny Matt, teasing, AFAB reader with no pronouns ✧.* genre: NSFW // somewhat fluffy smut

“We were born sick,” You heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, “Worhip in the bedroom” The only heaven I’ll be sent to Is when I’m alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well

Matt Murdock has to always be in control. He excelled in both his legal and devilish careers. In addition, his senses allow him to know, feel, hear, and sense more than the average man.

Then what was the problem with saying he always had to be in control?

With a mouth, Matt can conjure up words he can practically sing in court that would bring absolute success. With his hands, Matt can bring down the shit plaguing Hell’s Kitchen.

But, you can think of more than one thing he can accomplish with that amazing mouth and hands of his.

Despite the fact that the man needs to be in control, that does not mean he wants to be.

As now,

Matthew Murdock.

Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

Summa Cum Laude Graduate in Law.

Is below you.

His unfocused eyes search yours in vain, as his bare chest rises and falls. There were marks all over his skin. Scratches, bites, kisses. He was terribly and tragically handsome. Like a fallen angel almost.

“Darling please.”

And God, his voice. They were truly the sound of Heaven’s choir. You smirked as your fingertips ghosted his body. Reaching from his neck, slowly bringing them down to his chest, all the way to his abdomen. He craned upward at the goosebumps he felt following your teasing.

“Hmm.” You pretended to think to yourself. “You know.” You hummed shifting your hips as a stuttered moan left Matt’s throat with the way your weight shifted on top of his clothed cock.

“Baby-” “Shush Matthew, I’m talking.”

You could practically hear Matt hold back the whine that threatened to leave his mouth.

Grinning, your eyes land on the silk tied around his wrists placed on top of his head. You know he could so easily rip them apart and take you here and now. Take all that he desires. And you’d be lying if you said you won’t enjoy it.

But, Matt wanted to be a good boy, so he would never even think about doing such a thing.

No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly sin Only then, I am human Only then, I am clean

“As I was saying,” you stopped the chuckle from leaving you, “You know,” you continued as you shifted your hips even more. Lowering your head to ghost your lips against his skin.

Letting your lips drag along his torso and up to his neck as he cranes his head to take you in a deep kiss.

“Fisk probably thinks that you’re this big strong guy,” you whispered against his ear, “I wonder what he’ll think if he knew how much of an obedient good boy you are.”

Matt shivered at your praise, he couldn’t reply. Not with the way your nails were still softly scratching his skin, your core on top of his cock, and your voice in his head. Your very presence made him dizzy.

Dizzy with love.

Dizzy with passion.

Dizzy with lust.

Seeing the way Matt started to breathe harder, you decided to put him out of his elongated misery. As this entire time, all you had been doing was teasing him. Nipping the beautiful expanse of his skin. Marking him as your own.

Shifting your hips against his painfully hard cock.

But never doing anything.

“You’re a good boy right Matt?” You whispered as you shifted your hips slightly downwards so your hand could sneak to his boxers. When your hand made contact with his hard-on, he let out a borderline pornographic moan.

“Yes, yes, oh God yes.”

You tutted your lips at his response, “I thought you were Catholic. Yet here you are, taking HIs name in vain.” His face contort in realization. Thinking you were going to continue your punishment because of this.

“I’m sorry baby, I-”

“Don’t worry love, lucky for you, I’m not your God.” You whisper as your hands grasp his cock. His body jolted from the bed at the sudden action as another moan wrack through his body. “But you’ll worship me like one.” Was the last thing you said before taking him out of his boxers.

You wasted no time moving your hands. Pumping it up and down as Matt broke into moan after moan. Your face contorted into a malicious grin.

Seeing the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

The man so dominant in the court.

The hero so strong on the battlefield.

So pliable, so obedient, under you, brought you more ecstasy than anything else in the world.

Despite this, despite his obedience, Matt was still a selfish man. He wanted more. He couldn’t stop just being a lawyer, he had to be a vigilante too. Now, he couldn’t stop just relishing your touch. He needed you.

He needed you like a sinner needed repentance.

“More, please baby, please.” Oh how good he sounded.

His little whines.

How adorable.

“Because you have been such a good boy today, I believe you do deserve a little reward.” You hummed as you took off the last article of clothing on your body.

Your underwear.

Matt could practically taste your arousal in the air. He could smell it in his nose. He threw his head back at the mere thought of you finally giving into him.

You chuckled at this, biting your own lip as you hovered your own soaking cunt over his cock. As you slowly moved down, Matt could swear on his blind eyes, that he started to see.

What did his eyes see?

Not the ceiling of his apartment.

Not your blissed out expression as you slowly felt him filling you up.

He saw Heaven.

He saw Heaven in the way your body was connected to him. In the way your soft moans swimming in the air with his louder ones filled his ears.

He loved the feeling of you tightening around him. Of you using him to your own terrible humour as you tease him for hours. Only to take what you deem he deserves.

Matt loved being in control. He needed to.

Society demands it of him.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t ache to be a tool just for the pleasure of the person he loved. You.

Take me to chuch I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Oh good God, let me give you my life

I hope you guys enjoy the first time I'm posting anything remotely smutty on Tumblr! I've written smut before but as you can see I'm not as good with it as I am with other genres! I hope you guys can still see some good in it though and I'll be posting the next chapter of In Another Lifetime (A druig Fanfic that you guys should really check out cause its amazing) sometime this month. (it may or may not have another smutty scene)

#matt murdock x reader #daredevil smut #matt murdock smut #marvel #mcu #matt murdock x fem reader #matt murdock x afab reader #daredevil x fem reader #daredevil comics #daredevil #human disaster matt murdock #netflix daredevil #matthew murdock #matt murdock x you #daredevil x you #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #avengers #druig x reader

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twistnet · 2 years ago

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kinktober masterlist — 2022

going to pin this for a while, so if you’re looking for the navigation ⇢ go here

“i think they should be absolutely terrified of you...”

welcome all to another year of kinktober! just like with the previous year, random names were drawn from my character list using the wheel of death and were matched with a prompt that fit that chosen character!

⋯ ✧ PROMPTS ; prompts were chosen from this [ post ] by @the-purity-pen ; these are pure smut, meaning 18+ only [ minors do not interact! ] — you can block #twistnet :: kinktober 2022 if you do not wish to see

⋯ ✧ EXPECTATIONS ; all works are 500-1000 words, with little to no plot -- just plain ole smut [ gn!readers, afab!readers + female!readers; will be listed in warnings + tags ]

⋯ ✧ NOTICES ; things to keep in mind

all kinks, pairings + readers were chosen by me; based entirely off what i felt comfortable writing. if anything from the below list makes you uncomfortable, i strongly advise you not to read it

ageless blogs // minors interacting with this post, or any of the linked posts, will be blocked

this post will serve as the masterlist for the event + days will be updated with links upon posting

day one. 69 — pete mitchell x fem!reader

day two. floor sex — stella kidd x afab!reader

day three. glove kink — dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov x fem!reader

day four. missionary — jim street x gn!reader

day five. leather // latex — jill valentine x fem!reader

day six. cockwarming — matt murdock x gn!reader

day seven. costumes — robin buckley x fem!reader

day eight. voice kink — druig x gn!reader

day nine. double penetration — cobb vanth x din djarin x fem!reader

day ten. creampie — bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x gn!reader

day eleven. erotic photos — abby anderson x fem!reader

day twelve. exhibitionism // voyuerism — steve harrington x fem!reader + eddie munson

day thirteen. face-sitting // fucking — kim burgess x afab!reader

day fourteen. love bites // markings — dani powell x fem!reader

day fifteen. overstimulation — jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!reader

day sixteen. bath // shower sex — vi x fem!reader

day seventeen. pegging — scott lang x afab!reader

day eighteen. lingerie — nancy wheeler x fem!reader

day nineteen. masturbation — alexei smirnoff x afab!reader

day twenty. mirror sex — tom ‘iceman’ kazansky x fem!reader

day twenty-one. praise kink — robert ‘bob’ floyd x fem!reader

day twenty-two. phone sex — javier peña x female!reader

day twenty-three. orgasm denial — leonard ‘wolfman’ wolfe x gn!reader

day twenty-four. outdoor sex — ellie williams x fem!reader

day twenty-five. sex pollen — stephen strange x gn!reader

day twenty-six. wax play — nora fowler x afab!reader

day twenty-seven. sensory deprivation — fennec shand x fem!reader

day twenty-eight. strap-ons — chris alonso x afab!reader

day twenty-nine. body worship — natasha ‘pheonix’ trace x fem!reader

day thirty. temperature play — robbie reyes x gn!reader

day thirty-one. wild card — robert hicks x afab!reader

thank you and please enjoy!

~ love twisty

#twistnet :: masterlists #twistnet :: kinktober 2022

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alittlebit0fmayhem · 3 years ago

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Would you write a fluff/nsfw Druig imagine where he keeps getting cockblocked by the other Eternals leaving him grumpy and pouty so the reader cheers him up?

The Pay Off (Druig x AFAB! reader) xxx fic

I love this idea holy shit-

Druig is such a brat- love him.

Warnings for this fic: Honorific pet names, very slight degradation since it's mostly fluffy, General suggestive content, that leads to playful (though still rough bc it’s Druig) oral sex, (male receiving).

Also side note- I know the gender of the reader isn't specified, I'm going to stick to using they/them, but the reader will be AFAB. When it comes to NSFW, I generally pick AFAB unless specified other wise.

If a submission doesn't include the preferred gender of the reader, I will always default to gender neutral.

(Also to the submitter, sorry it took so long to get this done, my schools been kicking my ass.)

Once again, if you see any formatting/grammatical errors, please let me know!

Enjoy <3

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You loved your family, truly, you did. But sometimes, spending an eternity cramped in a ship with ten other supernatural beings, made things a little...crowded.

Especially, when dating one of, if not, the horniest person on ship, required that you have some privacy.

Really, you and Druig had become commendable when it came to sneaking away from the group unnoticed. Usually, privacy wasn’t an issue, and though keeping your relationship a secret was a little difficult, it wasn’t impossible.

Though, every upside has it’s downs, and for you and Druig, there were three specific instances that broke the camels back.

The first time, hadn’t been that bad.

The air in Druig’s chambers was hot, the only sound audible, being your mutual groans of euphoria

Earlier in the day, the boys had decided to go hit up a local tavern for some drinks, and though you were invited, you respectfully declined in favor of finishing a mundane project you had started a few weeks ago. But as the moments of Druig’s absence progressed, so did your need.

You simply couldn’t help yourself, you had been working for hours, and you were just so pent up and bored. So of course all it had took, was the sight of Druig, bloodied and ragged coming back from some random bar fight to send you over the edge.

So now here you were, riding him. Nails digging into his shoulders, his teeth sunk into your neck, and the bed beneath you slamming against the wall from the ferocity at which both of you were paced.

“Fukin’ ‘ell... you take me so well, darling.”

You were both so close, Druig’s cock had just reached the perfect angle, and your voice was beginning to become hoarse from all your screams of pleasure. And so of course, just as Druig’s fingers had grazed your clit, and just as your eyes had begun to roll back into you head, reality had to come and throw a cold bucket of water over the both of you.

BANG, BANG, BANG.

As the sound of a hand harshly slamming against the door reached both of your ears, you all but squealed, and literally fell off of him. You quickly covered yourself with the blanket, and Druig, still hadn’t moved. Sitting up right, hands still in the same positon, he looked ready to murder whoever was on the other side of that door.

“WHAT?!” He barked.

“Druuuuiiig, Ajax needs you.” It was Sprite, of course it had to be Sprite.

Her childlike voice, muffled through the door, couldn’t have turned you both off faster. Druig slowly closed his eyes, and breathed in. His fist closing, and his knuckles beginning to turn white. You bit down on your bottom lip to resist smiling. You slowly crawled over to him, and as you dragged a hand up his bare chest you whispered, “You’d better go see what she needs.” He glared at you, and tensed his jaw.

After a minute of fumbling around to get clothed, all while grumbling and cursing, he had promptly opened and slammed the door behind him.

You desperately tried not to laugh too hard as you overheard Druig and Sprite on the other side of the door.

“The fuck’s got you so pissed?”

“Sprite, if you don't shut the fuck up I might actually strangle you.”

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The second time, had been a little more annoying.

Druig had just slammed you against your wall, your legs circled around his waist, his hand fisting your hair as your lips locked in a malleable heat. Druig pulled back for a second to remove his shirt, and you promptly followed. You started to whine in need as he kissed down your chest, crotch grinding against yours in a delicious friction. As his wandering hands groped and messaged all your crevices, you became hungry, and needy for more.

“Druig” you whined breathlessly, “Stop teasing...”

He grinned up at you, mouth open about to reply, and it was then, that the delightful symphony of disruption sang it’s tune.

“Y/N! CAN I BORROW YOUR CONDITIONER? IKIRAS KEEPS STEALING MINE AND THIS HAIR DOESN’T JUST FIX ITSELF!”

Kingo’s voice penetrated your senses, and you groaned, both of you.

His fists pounded against the door, and it was then that you unwillingly tapped Druig’s shoulders to let you down. As your feet reached the floor, he rested his forehead against yours and glared. “Don’t you dare open that door.” You sighed, and pecked his lips.

“You know he won’t go away easily love.” You replied, putting your shirt back on.

Druig’s mouth twitched, “Fine, then I’ll just kill him.” You snorted.

Finally you swung your door open.

Though your shirt was on backwards, your hair was out of place, and you were visibly disheveled, Kingo seemed to not notice. You raised an eyebrow, “Is this completely necessary? I’m kind of busy right now.” Kingo gasped as though you had just offended him to the very core. “Y/N... do you have any idea how crucial moisturizing is to my routine? Do you WANT me to go bald?!”

You groaned, “Hold on... give me a minute.”

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The third time, had been the the worst by far.

“Ah, Dru- fuck... just like that.”

Your head crooned back against the headboard, your bottom lip captured by your teeth. Druig didn’t respond, he was to busy giving you the most mind-blowing head of your entire, eternal, life.

Druig’s fingers dug into your thighs, and as his mouth drove into your cunt, he had no issue holding you down anytime you bucked against his face. When you tried to close your thighs out of instinct, his nails dug into your skin, and the look in his eyes was enough to force you to comply as he tongue-fucked you harder. One hand firmly in his hair, another clasped around your bed frame in an attempt you keep you upright, you didn’t know how much longer you’d last.

Then, you heard your door slam open. You gasped, and shoved Druig’s head underneath your duvet, smoothing the surface in an attempt to look natural, all while a chorus of,

“FUCK, SHIT, FUCK-”

sounded underneath your breath.

Sersi was already talking when she waltzed into your room unbothered, with absolutely no regard for privacy.

“God... Thena really gets on my nerves sometimes, don’t get me wrong I love, her but she can just be so-”

Squeak.

Your hand flew to your mouth, and you tried to keep your eyes not so wide, as a small kitten lick to your core from Druig sent your composure out the window. Sersi stopped, and as she regarded you, her eyebrows stitched in confusion.

“What’s got you all out of place?” You coughed, and clasped your sheets in a white knuckle grip.

“Ah... I’m just... not feeling well...” You mentally kicked yourself.

Sersi raised an eyebrow, “Not feeling well-” “YEP.” you interrupted as you felt a small pinch to your ass. You kicked Druig underneath the covers, hard. “In fact, I actually just puked a few minutes ago.”

Sersi’s face twisted in disgust. “Oh.” You bit the inside of your cheek. “Yeah, I would actually leave now if you don’t want to catch whatever I have.”

You held your breath as Sersi ticked her jaw suspiciously at you. Finally, she shrugged. “Alright,” She hummed, turning on her feet. “Feel better soon love.”

You sighed when you heard the door click shut.

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In the weeks following those incidents, Druig’s terrifying aura had been amped up to an eleven. Anytime Druig would walk into a room, he would find someway to make everyone miserable. The others were frankly getting annoyed, you on the other hand, found it quite amusing. To think, that a man who could be an absolute teddy bear in your arms could be such a monster after going to long without an orgasm. It was comical, for someone who considered himself a brat tamer, he sure new how to flip the switch.

Still you weren't much better, you were just as put out as he was, and you almost felt sympathy for the poor man. Which is why, when the others had all decided to visit a festival that came to town, you had promptly sent Druig a mental signal to decline. He most likely would’ve anyway, but the smile on your face when you said you’d have other things to be doing irked him.

“Just what are you planning you little minx?”

You didn’t reply to the mental message Druig sent you, instead you flat out ignored him for the rest of the day until everyone had set foot out of that ship. Everyone, but you, and Druig.

Poor, impossibly horny, Druig.

That night Druig had been reading when you sent a message straight to his mind.

“Come find me...”

He smirked as he approached your room, he had an inkling where this was going.

And when he opened to door, he was not disappointed.

There you sat, sprawled out on your bed, in a lacy little red two piece. Druig had to refrain himself from breaking the doorknob.

You smirked when you saw him enter, and as he closed the door behind him, you uncrossed you legs and leaned back.

“There you are, I’ve been waiting...”

Druig rotated his jaw, and maintained eye contact as he started to shed his shirt. “I believe you’re the one who’s been avoiding me, darling.”

As he approached you, you grinned. He came to a stop in front of you, and placed a hand underneath your jaw, tilting your head, your half lidded gaze meeting his own dark one. “Trust me, what I have in store for you will make up for that.”

You trailed a hand up his thigh, and stood up slowly. “My poor baby, you’ve been so pent up haven’t you?” You murmured, lips ghosting over his. It was then, you leaned against him, and scoured your mouth over the shell of his ear. “Sit down my love, let me take care of you...”

Druig waisted no time complying. You watched as he took a seat on the edge of your bed, and spread out his legs. Sat up straight, powerfully. Even when he was about to receive, he would always find a way to be in control.

As you sunk to your knees in front of him, he felt his cock hardening in his pants. The sight of you gazing up at him from below your lashes, chest exposed, and lips parted, was enough to get him going.

You began to smile as you slowly rubbed both hands up and down his thighs, and when you finally grazed his crotch, Druig’s eyes narrowed at you. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here, wouldn’t wanna have to punish such a good girl now would I?” You smiled innocently, “No, of course not.”

It was then, you unzipped his pants, and pulled his underwear to the side. His cock sprang free, and you licked your lips at the sight of it. You took him in one of your hands, though your fingers could barely close around the base. You then leaned forward, and blew on the tip. He gripped the sheets.

You began placing soft kisses up and down his length, hand messaging his base. Finally when you reached where his cock met his balls, you looked up at him and licked all the way up. You did so a few more times, until you reached the tip once more, and finally, took him in your mouth.

“Fuck...”

Druig groaned as the velvet walls of your mouth hallowed around his shaft. Even though this was nothing you hadn’t done before, you still had to take a moment to breathe in through your nose, resisting the urge to gag. Then, you began to bob up and down his cock, with a rhythmic pace.

Soon enough you were humming around his dick as you took him in and out, over and over again. He threw his head back as you began sucking his cock and messaging his balls in tandem. His hand shot out to close in your hair, not even bothering to give a warning as he started to shove your head up and down his length, fucking your face.

“God... look at you, you’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth, bet it must be difficult not being able so fucking whiney, huh?”

Still, you did whine as tears began to stream down your face, you looked up at him, and winked, causing him to only fuck your throat harder. Your hands still inclosed around his balls, you could feel them tightening, he was close.

His hips bucked up more, and he threw his head back in pleasure as your spit dribbled down his cock. It was then, when he looked down and made eye contact with your teary gaze, was he pushed over the edge.

You felt his salty cum spill into your mouth, and you happily swallowed all of it as he pulled out of you mouth. You rested your head against one of his thighs, panting. He heaved in out in the same fashion. He gazed at you with a lazy smirk, and you were rewarded with a hand petting your head softly, as you smiled lovingly up at your partner.

He sighed, “That’s what I call fucking pay off.”

3/13/22

#druig x y/n #druig x female reader #druig eternals #druig smut #Smut #unholy hours #fluffy smut #Eternals #The Eternals #marvel #MCU

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theravenclawlover · 2 years ago

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Hi! Okay so…Druig being into the breeding kink even if he knows he can't have kids, but he doesn't do it for that…he just loves fucking you day and night…knowing that at the end he will fill you up with his cum...

I—

Warnings: +18, Minors DNI. C word usage bc I prefer it than pussy if I’m honest.

(Old request: 06/20/22)

Druig x AFAB!Reader

You knew being with an Eternal came with many possible conflicts like having to adjust with the idea that they were practically gods, had ridiculous superpowers, you had worries about the future as you were human, and the biggest one was knowing that you would never achieve eternity with Druig, but nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared you for this man to completely disregard that whenever he pinned you down or against something to shove his cock inside you and promise you to fill you to the brim with his cum.

Day and night, Druig found reasons to be turned on.

“You’re just so cute, darling,” he says while giving you quite the salacious grin. “Can’t help myself.”

“You’re the one that decided to wear that dress,” he rolls his eyes. “Let alone bending down in front of me.”

“No bra means my hands need to cover them gorgeous girls,” he grins when his hands cover the clear shape of your tits through your tee.

You didn’t mind his high stamina or the fact that he was always horny, the man made your legs quiver just by smiling at you. So, it wasn’t a surprise you never complained even when your rolled your eyes and huffed and puffed, especially when you got to see that man lose all filter when he was balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck,” he groans, hands holding the back of your knees so he could see just how fast his dick was fucking you. “You’re taking me so good, darling. So so good.”

It drives you stupid at seeing how pussy drunk he got, but you were not different being all cock drunk as well. The feeling of him swiftly thrusting in and out, skin slapping, reddening skins, the squelching of your pussy mixed with the feeling of his balls slapping your ass—it all made you both very sex drunk.

“Ah fuck, s’good,” you moan as your hands grasp harshly at your thighs making sure you were obscenely spread out for Druig. “Fuck me s’good.”

“You’re pussy is so perfect,” he grunts, his hips practically forcing you to bounce a little because of how fast and hard he was going at it. “Pussy so ready for my cock, swallowing me whole like the greedy little thing it is.”

By the point he starts throwing praises at you and your cunt, you’re always half aware of your surroundings as the only thing you can focus is how his cock is forcing a very intense orgasm out of you.

Your hands leave your thighs to grasp at the messed up sheets, your back arching, neck popping slightly as it slightly turns to the side as your eyes roll back when you cum with a loud mix of a whine and scream.

“Fuck, shit, fuck,” Druig hisses as he tries to fuck you properly while you practically choke his cock, his own legs trembling at the feeling of your pussy, and let alone the damn sight of you cumming has him babbling.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he says as he pushes himself on you, bringing your legs to your chest, his cock now fucking you deeply and shallowly. You whine as his pelvis rubs your clit harshly, and you were crying but oh so moaning to him to let you cum again—and you’re very close again as he barely let you come down.

“Come in me, please, in me,” you whine as your hands pull on his damp hair from all the sweating.

“Fuck, always wanting my cum inside you. Always begging with tears—fuck—want me to put a baby in you, huh?” He moans against your lips. “Want to be full of my cum again, baby?”

And he knows very well you do, because he does. He loves the idea of fucking his cum into you, hearing the loud squelch of his cum and your own slick being thrusted into you makes him very much drunk no matter how many times he’s done it, his favorite place to cum is your pussy.

You both moan loudly when you cum again and he follows right behind, burying his cock so deep inside you, you swear you can feel him in your guts. You buckle your hips slightly at the overstimulation.

When he pulls back and out of you, you gaps and he moans because your pussy is spasming still, and his cum is slowly threatening to spill out.

“We can’t have that now, do we?” He says as two of his fingers shove the cum back in. “There we go, back where it belongs.”

“Druig,” you moan at the feeling of his fingers, hips trying to both back away and ride his fingers.

“Shh, it’s alright,” he chuckles, slipping his fingers out and sucking them clean. “I’ll let your greedy cunt rest before I fill her up with more of my cum.”

#theravenclawlover #June 2022 #Druig #Druig x reader #Druig x reader smut #Eternals #mcu #marvel

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