#druig x reader drabble

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

“My beautiful lover,” DRUIG breathes his condescending tone. That affectionate nickname he’s come to adore calling you has been sullied with his churlish attitude. He makes fun of how you look now, lying underneath him.

Exceptionally trusting, he does not pin your hands, instead he lets you fight him. Fists grab at his clothes, the lapel of his leather jacket your most common purchase as his lithe middle finger swipes against your clit. You writhe and you cry and you bitch and you moan, but he keeps you right where he wants you with his forearm under your torso. It arches you into him, and you throw your head back when he dips the tip of his finger into your slit, stroking through the line of slick. “You want this, my pet?” he murmurs, and he scoffs in response to your indignant whine, a cruel curl tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, you know I like to play with you. Like a little toy.” Abruptly, he plunges the entire length of his finger into you to the knuckle, and you cry out, clutching onto his jacket to yank him to you but he remains resolute. All you do is raise yourself to him, brushing your lips against his. He nuzzles you, inhaling your breath. “Yeah, you’re my little toy.”

He pulls out, only to add another finger, but your walls are already so raw. Your clit is overly sensitive, throbbing when he twists his thumb to flick at it. Your hips jerk in reply, and he snickers through his nose, pecking your unresponsive lips. “Humans are so funny, aren’t they?” he muses, but you can barely hear him. He curls his digits in a beckoning motion inside you, stroking that spot that sends electricity up your spine until you fall limp. “Touch on their pleasure centers a bit and they go fucking stupid. You know how easy it would be to-“ The arm locked around your torso squeezes you to him, and it aches but you can only moan. As if you like the pain, when in reality it’s the way his fingers lodge themselves up in your guts and fiddle with your insides. “-break you? Could do it. Could do it easy.” There’s a growling edge to his voice as he threatens you, bringing his teeth to your exposed neck shiny with sweat. He relieves you, the ache dissipates, and the pad of his thumb curiously nudges your clit.

You buck, and he scans your entire bare form. “How many is that, by the way?” he asks, as if he’s asking about the fucking weather. His thumb drives in with more purpose, wiggling with just enough pressure to make you howl from another incoming orgasm. “Have you lost count?”

[apparentlytheproblem]

if was your boyfriend, never let you go keep you on my arm girl, you'd never be alone

druig recomendations

perfectly busy - @tokkiotears

lemme just say, HUSBAND DRUID OML. and I'm just a sucker for a confident and king Druid behavior. absolutley adoring this to no ends, smn send help, I forgot how to function. the not really complete without you got me. oh god. just o h g o d. i just feel like i should comment on the narrative, it was so well done and just hit the spot i didn't even know I had.

warnings-

not proofread, annoying men, druig in a button-up with the sleeves rolled up

"this isn't over" - @peterparkersnose

bro this slapped in so many different levels, like excuse me. And druig who shares books and annotates? and smug druig? godamn. the sexual tension- smn keep him away from me before i fall in love.

warnings-

angst, privacy invasion, accidental nudity, sexual tension, falling in love with something you could never have-?

sunshine - @itsapeterthing

firstly, i fell in love with the writing, its so stunning. it has such a fun and flowery vibe surrounding it which makes me just gush oml. it was just so sweet. AND how he gets flustered- literally hit all my marks and exceeded them. i hope you never stop writing these, they make my soul lighter.

warnings: eternals insulting druig as always, fluff

how could they not know? - @saintlike78

to start of, i love a vocal man who can tell you that he missed you. the scene itself was so soft. just love sick druig running back to your arms and you're wearing his shirt mwahh. i find it hilarious how no else has even noticed this happening before, my oblivious fools. its so adorablee.

warnings-

nothing but fluff really, dialog heavy.

hold - @redheadspark

bro, my love, angel, the gif itself got me a blushing mess, you have no idea what the fic did to me sheesh. i love a man who was so acceptable about her fear and so re-assuring, that's so perfectly written. i also love how the author has written these thoughts in her head as well as the internal debate. it just left me in awe i swear.

warnings-

Just a hint of angst but mostly fluff

warmth - @stranger-nightmare

these are one of my favorite's that I've encountered. the end was just lovley. Just the plot of this drabble has me on my knees. it was wonderfully thought and wonderfully written. the author has left no crumbs.

warnings-

one case of swearing, a lil bit of fluff, a whole lotta angst, nakedness but it’s not in a sexual way

boyfriend headcannons - @luventi

just a bunch of head cannons which i thought were amazing. overall its just so cute and has me screaming, crying and throwing up. honestly very underated.

warnings-

druig x gn eternal!reader, au where everyone is alive and happy and together, there will be dashes of suggestive content admits all the fluff so be warned!

shy lover - @writing-wh0re

[ it didn't have a title so I gave it this, I hope the author doesn't mind]

felt that this was just a must included, i don't wanna really have to summarize this cause there wasn't a single line that did not fail to have me hypnotized. just lovley work

warnings-

Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Male Performing Oral, Praise Kink (both), Begging Kink (?), Slight Cocky Druig, Cum kink (?)

[deceitfuldevil]

NSFW Alphabet with Druig the Eternal

Warnings: Exactly as the title states, 18+ minors do not interact. Mentions of overstimulation, assumed unprotected sex, fingering, oral (giving and receiving), praise, degradation, CNC, cream pies, edging, teasing, semi-public sex, choking, gender neutral reader? (Tell me if that’s wrong), not proofread and written when I had been awake for 35 hours straight.

Word count: 2K

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Druig has known he has more time than most on this world since the dawn of the earth, and he uses that fact to his advantage when taking care of you after sex. Even after you’ve finished, he never just pulls away to end things. Druig always fucks you through and through your orgasms, his slender digits still scissoring slowly inside of you as the wave of euphoria you just experienced fully passes. He will wordlessly make his way into your mind and repeat over and over again how good you did and how beautiful you look. Letting those soft praises play on loop as he steps away only for a moment to grab a warm cloth to clean you up, then tossing the fabric aside and tucking you into his side as he holds you close until you drift to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Druig doesn’t care much for one part of himself over another, but when it comes to you your eyes are his favorite part about you. He loves turning them gold when he encapsulates you with his powers, he loves the way your eyes flutter back into your head as he pleases you so intently, he loves how you will look directly at him as if he’s the most interesting man in the world.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Knowing that Eternals cannot produce children is something Druig used to both of your advantages, because while he still can cum, there’s no chance of getting you pregnant when he does so. So obviously Druig loves to stuff his cum as deep inside of you as possible, in the most primal ways he can think of, always adding in a few more thrusts for good measure to make sure you’re nice and full of his essence <3

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

After you and Druig established consensual non-consent his favorite thing to do is sneak into your mind when you’re sleeping and make you start dreaming about him inside of you, so that when you wake up it’s the first thing on your mind and you immediately pounce on him, and what do you know, somehow he’s always ready to go.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Druig is older than some fossils, and he has more knowledge than any well versed historian could ever dream of. So yes, I think it’s safe to say he’s well-versed in pleasing you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As much as Druig loves to use his powers in the bedroom his favorite position is when he’s sitting up and you’re on his lap riding him like no tomorrow. Your hands placed firmly on his board shoulders to help steady yourself as you bounce up and down his length, your forehead resting on top of his head as you focus on not finishing too soon while soft whines escape your lips. Your chest right in his face where he has full view of his second favorite part of you. Druig loves when you’re fucking yourself on him and he gets to watch how much you truly enjoy it more than anything else.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

As much as Druig shows his softer side for you, that soft side isn’t around much in the bedroom. In the moment Druig’s main focus is your pleasure, and there’s nothing goofy about that. He won’t crack a joke until you’re throughly fucked out and can’t even understand his words.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s no animal, but he always keeps things realistic. The carpet matched the drapes, and he keeps himself fairly well groomed down there because it’s what works best for both of you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

No matter if it’s a quickie or if it’s an all night long marathon, Druig is always deeply intimate and in the moment with you. Soft, dirty words whispered in your ear to edge you on. Always touching you in more than one place at a time to keep you guessing and begging for more.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jacking off has never been something Druig felt the need or urge to do, but most frequently his hand falls upon himself when his mouth is busy pleasuring you. He can’t contain himself when he hears your beautiful moans and tastes your sweet juices on his lips. Druig will have his nose buried in your essence and moan into your heat as he gives his throbbing member a few swift tugs, holding himself off from doing anything more until you’ve finished first.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It’s somewhat controversial but as mentioned earlier, consensual non-consent (CNC) is one of yours and Druig’s favorite actives in bed. It’s so relaxing to just let him take over your entire mind and when you come back around you’re completely fucked out. It’s great for Druig too to make you make of mess of yourself for him before diving into you himself.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

There’s a lot of places Druig likes to do the deed with you. A beautiful waterfall hidden in the Amazon forest, tucked away in the garden of his followers making, even on the rainforest floor because he loves how primal it feels to literally fuck you into the ground. But his favorite place of all to fuck you is on top of the alter stand in his humble house of worship. Laying your back against the cold flat wood while your arms are wrapped around his neck he’ll imagine that all of his disciples are with you two in the house of worship witnessing the way he is thrusting in and out of you. Because your moans are the highest prayer of all.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Druig is so completely and utterly obsessed with you that just about anything you do can and will get him going. You’ll be tending to a garden and he’ll tell you how pretty you look on your knees, or it will be extra humid out and you’ll be putting your hair up in a ponytail and next thing you know he’s pulling your hair back and flattening his palm against your neck, telling you your heart is starting to race.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Age play is a no for Druig. He never wants to feel older than you, wiser than you, or above you in any way. He wants to be your equal, and doesn’t like to be reminded of all the years he’s endured on this earth before he met you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As pretty as you look with his cock stuffed down your throat, Druig prefers to be the one pleasing you instead of you pleasing him. He would spend days on end if you’d let him with his tongue prodding expertly at your entrance and his nose pushing up against your clit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

A little bit of everything is always the right way to go in Druig’s opinion. He’ll almost always start off slow and sensual, and work in those high energy moments where you’re babbling and screaming his name as he roughly jack rabbits into you sending you over the edge.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Druig would never turn down a quickie, especially if presented with the chance. Most of your quickies happen when he loses his resolve and just needs to have your right then and there, and there’s nothing more satisfying than simply being able to take you whenever and wherever he wants.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

There’s two kinds of risky situations Druig will put you in. One is when you two have the quickies and he’s fucking you in an open garden or in his house of worship with the door unlocked, and he loves knowing any one of his followers could spot you two at any given moment. The other risky situation Druig likes to put you in is around the Eternals when he will get a little too handsy under the table or even under a shared blanket during movie night, you’re more of risk than he is in these situations because you’re the one who always makes a sound.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Never forget this man is a celestial, a god essentially. There’s no such thing as needing a break for him or running out of energy in the bedroom. Druig aims to please and please and please you until you can’t take anymore, only when you’re satiated, so is he.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Technological advancements weren’t always Druig’s favorite part of evolution, but as soon as he learned what good can come from adding a cheeky little vibrator into the mix, it became his new best friend.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As an eternal Druig does have duties and responsibilities to attend to, and it’s always when he’s about to go off on a mission or busy himself with something else entirely when he really leans into teasing and taunting you. Mostly going inside of your head, telling you exactly what to do, and how you’re going to do it without him ever being there. But hell never let you finish yourself off without him there, but he’ll tease and edge you for hours if he can. He’s unfair but the reward is so worth it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s definitely not overly loud or vocal in bed aside from giving demands and or praises, maybe a little grunting or whining if he’s close and ready to finish. But overall he’s pretty quiet so he can tune into the sounds you’re making.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Druig loves to make you cum as many times as possible, especially if he’s going down on you he’ll make sure to double down on his actions immediately after you’ve finished to build up another twice as intense orgasm.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is handcrafted, not a flaw or an inch missing anywhere on that man. He’s surely not too large to the point where you’re in pain every time, and by no means small in any way shape or form. His girth is slightly larger than average, always a right squeeze of a delicious one. His length will hit your cervix when he’s holding tightly onto your hips and slamming into you repeatedly, other times when he’s not as rough he’s got a bit a curve that brushed against your g spot in just the right place to have you seeing starts every time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Druig had a past with people who are now lost to history, but he never felt for them the way he feels for you. Therefore Druig is always yearning for you, willing to take you whenever you ask, and to do whatever you need.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

To circle back to the beginning, Druig will always make sure you’ve fallen asleep first afterwards in case you need a glass of water or something to that effect. Once you’re snoring softly in his embrace, he pulls your impossibly closer and allows sleep to take him as well.

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A/N

Been a minute since I wrote but I’m trying to post at least one fic of some sorts every month and with this I’ll actually still be on track!! Can’t even begin the go on about the shit happening in my daily life but I hope I will start writing again more soon.

Thanks for reading <3

Much Love,

—Skyler

[redheadspark]

Fluff request

4. "What are you doing up?" "My personal heater was gone." With Druig.

Happy Writing!!

A/N - YAY STELLA! I would love to write this one for you! I hope you like it (And I hope you're feeling better )

Thermos

Summary - Druig always ran cold. But you always kept him warm

Warnings - Fluffiness all around

You barely heard the door opening into your room, nor could you really hear the soft steps of bare feet on the Domo floor under your bed. But you did feel the first touches of calloused fingers along your bare arm, then one leg right behind yours with knees touching the back of yours. You shivered, opening your eyes barely and seeing how dark it was in your room. But breathing in the distinct sweat and muck, the touch along your skin. You know who it was.

"Druig, it's nearly 3 in the morning,"

"And I missed ya, is that a crime?"

You grinned, though sleep was still evident in your eyes. Moving to be on your back, Druig moved up to sit over you as you eyed him in the darkness. He was in his undergarments, his hair ruffled, and some dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. Humming, your gaze went to the window that was showing that there was snow falling.

"What are you doing up?" You asked him as your eyes were staying on the massive snowflakes that were hitting the window.

"My personal heater went away," Druig replied smoothly though you rolled your eyes.

"For the last time, I am not your personal heater." You said to him as Druig was melting into your arms again and chuckling, "And secondly, you stayed up too late for me to sneak into your room and be in your bed. We do need to stop sneaking around like this,"

Ajak was never a real stickler when it came to rules and couples together on The Domo, but you respected her far too much to break that trust she had in you and Druig being a couple. Druig never minded being a bit reckless when it came to his time with you, always holding your hand, sneaking kisses on your cheek when he could, had consistently proclaimed his love for you. Druig never held back, and you admired that about him. Inwardly, you wished you were like him in the department, but Druig never cared.

One of the things you both loved to do was sneak into each other's rooms late in the night to cuddle and be close together. Sure it was rather childish and silly, but you both loved each other's company. It was never anything past that, that was far too risky when others were sleeping close by. Druig simply wish to have you in his arms when he slept, claiming your body heat helped him sleep faster and stay asleep longer. Maybe it was only his excuse to hold you and pepper you with kisses as you tried to sleep, but you liked the thought anyways. He did run a bit cold, body temperature-wise, and he proclaimed you as his personal heater.

"I had to talk to Makkari about something she swiped from the market," Druig explained to you as he cracked a grin, "She wanted to show me a ring she thinks she can trade os something bigger,"

"Makkari never liked jewelry a whole lot," You reminded him as Druig just smirked, "What would be bigger for her to trade that for?"

Druig said nothing, just looking at your joined hands that were now resting on your chest. You then knew he wasn't telling you for a good reason, you then poked his side to have him squirm since he was ticklish.

"Druig, what are you hiding from me?" You asked him, not liking that he was keeping quiet about what Makkair was doing and somehow he was involved with it too.

"Nothin' for you to worry about," He replied to you in his smooth manner, leaning down to kiss you a few times and then warp his arms and legs around you like an octopus. You knew you weren't going to get anything out of him at that point, no matter how hard you would beg or bat your eyes at him. Druig was consistent in hiding things from you, never bad things, but surprises. He loved surprising you, whether it was little things like fresh flowers or fruit from a local grove or massive things like a date in a secluded area away from the others or your own weekend getaway.

So whatever he did have up his sleeve, you knew it was going to be good.

"Hey," Druig said to you, sensing that you were lost in thought thinking of whatever it could be that he was hiding from you. You looked at Druig, seeing him smile and kiss away the frown that was forming on your face, "It's nothing, I promise,"

You nodded, and after you tucked your head under his head and fell asleep in his arms, Druig stayed awake a bit longer and watched you sleep. Druig would never say it, not out loud to anyone, but he was far too in love with you to be with anyone else. You took his temper gently and with grace, you admired his jokes and his lightness in dire situations, and you adored his selfless need to help humans. Druig found himself lucky to be with you and he counted his lucky stars you stayed with him.

So Druig was glad he said nothing since revealing the ring he had stored away to propose to you with would blow his entire plan.

The End.

Spring Prompt Session

[cdragons]

From the Beginning - A Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader Drabble

Pairings: Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader, ft. Sephia x Ikaris, and Kaetlyn x Druig Word Count: 1.1k Summary: A lil' drabble idea to show how it all started for our favorite thinker and fighter, and how they would soon change everything for everyone. Warning(s): none it's so fluffy Notes: Once again, thank you to the most wonderful beta reader a new fanfic writer can ask for in the history of everything, @valeskafics! She is an incredibly kind and patient human and one of the best and most incredible fanfic writers for HOTD, GOT, and the Ewanverse on Tumblr! If you love any of Ewan Mitchell's works or are a fan of GOT/HOTD, I highly recommend checking her blog out! You will not regret it! Also, the BIGGEST thank you and shout of love to @ethereal-athalia, my good man in the storm, I have never clicked so well with someone on this platform when it came to crazy ideas, and thanks to her, I can write out my ideas and share them on this site! If you want to read more from this AU, please click on this masterlist!

“It is time,” were the first words uttered that would mark the beginning of a mission that would change their lives forever. Long gone were their lives on their home planet, Olympia. Now, their only priority was their mission on the planet Earth.  

Twelve individuals stood from their seats and made their way to their positions that marked their roles in humanity’s growth. Six on one side, and six on the other.  

Six Eternals would serve as “fighters,” protecting humanity from the hideous creatures that threatened their feeble existence known as “Deviants.”  

The other six would take on their roles as “thinkers,” guiding humanity to evolve in their intelligence so that they would be able to create wonders without assistance.  

But regardless, “thinker” or “fighter,” each Eternal was blessed with abilities that would play an integral role for their mission. Each Eternal stood in their place, golden streams of celestial energy encompassed their bodies as they could now wear the armor that marked their Olympian origins and culture.  

With their bodies equipped, and minds ready, each Eternal made their way to gaze out from the many windows that their starship, the Domo, was built with in preparation for their travel.  

As each Eternal introduced themselves to one another, hoping to gain common ground with the team to settle rattled nerves, only two individuals had no need for introduction. 

As one Eternal gazed out the Domo - bereft at the sight of the planet where her new life would begin – she wondered if Earth would ever be home the way Olympia had been to her despite her having no true memory of it. She wondered if her abilities would prove useful, and she was worried that she would be incapable of making any friends. Luckily, that fear would be one that would pass very, very soon. 

“Sephia!” 

Her name was all she heard before arms encased by iridescently dark blue with pearly ivory entwining into celestial bodies that wrapped around her nimble but powerful form. A wide smile grew as she registered the familiarity of the voice.  

It was Kaetlyn, her very best friend.  

Instant relief filled her body as she shifted her body to return the hug. Sephia’s joy knew no bounds as she realized that she would at least be in the company of one of the greatest warriors Olympia had ever produced. But even without her arrows, Kaetlyn was the best person Sephia could think of for as long as she remembered. The fact that she left her home and was aboard with too many strangers no longer mattered to her. So long as her beloved Kaet was by her side, Sephia would get through anything that came her way. It was if their bond was testified and bound by the stars themselves. 

“Aren’t you so excited? Look at it! It’s so beautiful! I wonder what sites we’ll see!”  

As Kaetlyn’s curiosity grew, so did her excitement. Her voice could hardly contain the sheer ecstaticity that was flowing throughout her entire body. The next words that escape her would mark the shadow archer’s true intentions.  

“Think of all the adventures we’ll have,” she whispered out so that only Sephia would be able to hear her, “The stories we’ll be able to tell!”  

If Kaetlyn was known for anything besides her skills in combat, it was her insatiable curiosity. For as long as Sephia had known her, Kaetlyn was never ever satisfied with only knowing whatever she currently knew. She always wanted to know MORE. Sephia smiled at a memory of Kaet once explaining to her that it was her solemn oath that she would never EVER be satisfied with only what anyone gave her, and that she’d always find her way to learn more. That oath felt like it was from a lifetime ago. 

These words were from another lifetime, in more ways than one. But that will come to light at another time. 

But despite Kaetlyn’s contagious excitement, dread began to course through Sephia’s veins. As her nerves began to eat at her, Sephia couldn’t help but pick at her fingers. A horrible habit that would always result in inflamed tissue, bleeding, and ugly scars.  

“I’m scared,” she timidly replied, eyes turned away so that she wouldn’t let her friend see her cowardice. “What if the life forms on this planet are horrible? What if they are beyond help?” As Sephia continued to list her concerns, Kaetlyn understood that it wasn’t the fear of others that terrified Sephia, it was the idea that she would be of no use to Arishem’s grand design. 

“It will be alright Seph,” Kaet declared in a tone that filled herself with confidence and Sephia with reassurance, “After all, as long as we’re together, nothing will be too terrible.” 

“…I suppose that’s true,” Sephia let herself agree to her most trusted companion’s advice, but her heart was still heavy with anxiety. 

Very softly, she dared ask the most stupid question that ever left her mouth. 

“Will we always be together?” 

Kaetlyn looked at her most cherished friend with so much warmth in her eyes that it was as if all the most beautiful things in the universe were born into the very person in front of her.  

“Sephie,” she began with love in her voice and stars in her eyes as she leaned forward to press their foreheads together, “As if you even need to ask.” 

Unbeknownst to either of the girls, two men from opposite sides of the room gazed at the loving embrace with curious eyes.  

One came from Ikaris, a fighter gifted with the ability to fly and emit optic beams of celestial energy, as well as a commanding figure and attitude. His watch was fixed on the beautiful Eternal, with flowing blush fabric draped across her lovely figure as strategically placed brass armor hinted at the curves of her physique. He could not stop staring at her, despite the impossibly lovely Sersi that stood beside him at that very moment. 

The other came from Druig, a thinker who was known across Olympia for his telepathic abilities, along with his quick wit and surly demeanor. But all somber thoughts came to a halt at the sight of the slim figure, who after donning her armor, disappeared into the shadows of the room. Only to reappear to embrace her friend with so much delight, it surprised him.  

Two very different individuals, but both somehow staring at the sight before them for so long, that it would set in motion the events that would be all four individuals’ joy, as well as their end. 

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[beyondspaceandstars]

Treacherous (20)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: angst, fluff, the usual Summary: Soulmate!AU - Soulmate tattoos are incredibly rare but you’ve never felt really proud to have one. Everyone else around you gushed over it while you found the whole thing ominous and a little inconvenient. Truthfully, you were never really convinced you’d find your other half… That is until a random camping trip leads you to a quaint village run by a dark and brooding man who just so happens to be your soulmate. Stuck in the forest with nothing else to lose, you agree to join his world, his little village, and see if there’s actually love behind the markings. A/N: i have produced another chapter by some miracle.

‘Treacherous’ Masterlist | Main Masterlist

"This is where you’ve been living?" Druig asked, a hint of suspiciousness in his voice, as you approached your apartment building. 

"This is where I’ve lived most of my life," you replied. "Why? You don’t like it?" You weren’t sure why you asked, why you were looking for some kind of approval from him. He’d made it clear this wasn’t permanent. 

He glanced around at your surroundings, from the other buildings lining the streets to the people walking around you two. "It’s safe, yes?"

You also took a second to survey the area—something you hadn’t really done before. You just grew up around here, it was all you really knew. Questions or concerns of safety were few and far in-between. You just…lived. But you knew it was natural for Druig to consider such a thing if his secluded paradise and rough attitude was any telltale sign of his worries about everything. 

"Besides the alien attacks and the world almost ending, yeah, I think the city is safe," you answered, trying to keep your tone light.

Druig sighed. "That’s not what I meant."

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "Are you just looking for a reason for us to leave? You promised at least one night here. You might love it."

"One night," he said, pointedly. "That was the…compromise."

"I’m well aware that what we did was called compromising," you laughed, "but that seems to be a big new word for you."

Druig frowned. "I compromised all the time when we lived in the village."

"I’d argue not as willingly." You smirked and bridged a bit of space between you two. His face was hard to read, which wasn’t surprising, but you could sense his worries almost clear as day. The push and pull of soulmate bonds never failed to catch you by surprise. 

"Well, as I said at the diner," Druig muttered, "I have a fresh perspective on time."

"Then we shouldn’t waste it out here, should we?" 

Druig let out a defeated sigh. "It’s your parents I am meeting, yes?"

You nodded. "My ex was around not too long ago if you’d prefer to meet him."

Druig visibly flinched at your words and although you were just teasing him, you regretted it instantly. The joke seriously did not land and it was evident by the sudden moodiness. 

"Druig, I’m—,"

"He was here? In your apartment?"

"Yes," you replied, "he was in my kitchen. We talked for a bit. He was just a loose end to tie up, do you understand?"

"He was only in your kitchen?"

"Of course," you answered him immediately, trying to keep your cool. 

"Did your parents like him?" 

Your frustration was boiling as you considered the interrogation Druig was putting you through. If you hadn’t detected his hurt you might’ve thought he was just stalling. Either way, you didn’t want to stand out on the street all night discussing the past you had tossed away. 

You avoided his question as you unlocked the door to the apartment lobby and marched your way inside, heading straight for the elevators. 

"Hang on—,"

"Yes," you snapped. "Yes, my parents liked my ex-boyfriend. They practically adored him. I don’t know what to tell you, I don’t know what you want to hear, but they liked him very much, okay?"

You fought to catch your breath as you stared back at your soulmate. The bubble in you had accidentally popped but at least you got it out here and not in front of your parents. They had little say in the matter but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want their approval. There was no doubt in your mind they mourned what you had lost and were gravely skeptical of your future standing beside you but this was reality now. This was all that had been building up ever since you found your way into that Amazonian village. 

"Thank you for being honest," Druig muttered. You didn’t respond as the elevator arrived and you entered, wasting no time aggressively pressing the button to your apartment floor. 

The tedious ride in the elevator was silent. You and Druig stood a respectable amount of space apart. Not only had you felt bad for snapping, but you didn’t exactly want to face your family holding the hand of your soulmate. The situation was already delicate enough. Despite it being your idea, your nerves didn’t exactly vanish. 

The dinging of the elevator signaling your arrival felt like a final nail in the coffin.

After exiting the lift but before approaching the dreaded apartment door, Druig stopped. You turned to him, confused. 

"When I first asked you about your family you said they were good people. Do you still believe that?"

Your shoulders sagged in some sort of defeat. "Of course, but our situation is difficult for everyone. They just want what’s best for me. Like any parent would."

"Are they soulmates?" He asked. You shook your head. 

"No one else in my family was born with a soulmate mark."

Druig hmm’d and you fought back the urge to roll your eyes.

"Besides," you continued, "even if they were, I can guarantee they still wouldn’t understand. There will never, ever be anything in the world that mimics our journey."

"Lucky us," he said in a cool, indifferent tone. Was the shimmering newness finally fading for him? You gave a sympathetic smile before turning back to the apartment. 

The apartment was quiet when you entered it. Druig kept fairly close to you and you almost wanted to laugh at how familiar his nervousness felt. It was like the roles in the village has been reversed. 

"Shoes off please," you said and motioned toward the shoe rack by the door. You kicked off yours and waited. Druig gave you a questionable look as if to gauge if you were serious or not but you didn’t budge. 

"Sweetie?" Your mother called from further into the apartment. That made Druig tense up even more. You had seriously misjudged how difficult this might be for either of you but no turning back now. Sink or swim.

"Yeah, mom, it’s me," you called back as you slowly made your way into the apartment, "Sorry, took longer than expected but there’s someone I want you to meet." You rounded the corner and found your mother in the living room on her computer typing away. You didn’t see your father but you weren’t exactly pressed about that. One parent was easier to handle than two, especially at a time like this.

"Someone to meet?" She looked up from her computer. "Who…" The fading of her words told you the exact moment Druig had stepped into the room.

"This, um, this is—,"

"It’s him, yes?" Your mother asked like she had been eager for the words to roll off her tongue. "That man. Your… Your soulmate." 

You looked over at Druig who wore a stern but unreadable expression. He stood with his arms behind his back like he was waiting for something. You hadn’t expected him to be warm in the slightest but this was almost annoying. You sighed and nodded. "You wanted to meet him, right? Well, Druig meet my mother. Mother, this is my soulmate."

A silence that was not surprising but also certainly wasn’t welcomed fell over the living room. Both parties judged each other and, likewise, you judged both parties for not just proceeding with the faux politeness typically required in such situations. 

You counted every second until your mother finally broke and said, "It’s nice to finally meet you."

Druig had little reaction. "You as well."

You cleared your throat as you waded through the overly thick tension you certainly hadn’t prepped for. "He’s staying the night."

Your mother’s eyes widened. "So that’s it? You just waltz in here with him and declare he’s spending the night. Do you even know where he vanished off to?"

You were growing more and more irritated as the second passed. You knew Druig could sense it because a ghostly touch skimmed your back.

"We had a fine conversation not too long ago," you replied in the most leveled tone you could manage. "Where’s dad?"

"He had to run to his office." Your mother sighed. "I fear he’s not going to love this, honey."

You shook your head. "I can’t do anything about that but what I can ask is that you two just try to be happy for me, just this once. Your only daughter, the only child you have who was cursed or maybe blessed with a soulmate tattoo, found her match. She found the person who is going to love her, care for her, hold her, be there for her. Can’t we think about that for one second? I get it, I spent so much time being caught up in the technicalities of it all I forgot what this relationship means. But we can’t afford to do that anymore, okay? It’s not perfect and yes, we have a lot to work out, but I can’t fix it all right now. I can’t give you the answers to everything."

You felt mighty high on your soapbox but you also frankly didn’t care if you looked all preachy or high and mighty. To say you were at the end of your rope would be an understatement. And you had been there a long time. Druig’s touch got firmer. 

"I… Alright. Fair enough." Your mother cleared her throat. "Will you two be joining us for dinner?"

You glanced at Druig who wasn’t looking at you and instead had become very fascinated with some knick-knacks your mother had on display on an end table. 

"Sure, sounds good," you replied and grabbed your soulmate’s hand, not saying another word as you led him back to your bedroom, a fine place to stay cooped up for the time being.

The second you crossed the threshold, you saw Druig become quite fascinated with your room. He dropped your hand as he wandered around looking at your poster, photos, memorabilia, and much more. He took in your furniture as well—for as little as there was of it. 

It was like he was trying to memorize every detail. You shut your door gently and watched your soulmate intertwine with your world. This must’ve been what it was like for him seeing you in the village—or at least very close to the feeling. It was a weird mixture of pride and curiousness. You wanted to know what he was thinking exactly, what his feelings were, but you couldn’t sense much from him. You did, however, have an odd sense of feeling territorial. 

"It’s nice," Druig eventually said. "Small, but nice."

You smirked. "Well, we can’t all own villages."

"I guess not," he replied but his voice wavered like he wasn’t fully here. "Did you mean all that? That big monologue you gave to your mother about us?"

You sighed as you crossed your room and took a seat on the edge of your bed. Druig stayed standing, directly in front of your gaze.

"I’m sure you already know the answer to that," you said.

Druig let out a light laugh and stepped just a few feet closer to you. "You know I’m never sure about anything when it comes to you and your complex feelings. I fear I’ll never be." You suddenly wished he would just close the distance between you two. But you weren’t sure where those thoughts were coming from. 

"Of course I meant it," you muttered in reply. "Neither of us have ever been perfect in this relationship but I’ve rarely felt any malice in your actions. You can be a bit questionable in your approaches to things but you’ve shown me I’m important. You’ve treated me unlike anyone has ever treated me before. You’ve bent and sacrificed and I… I want to give you at least a piece of myself in that way before it’s over. And let’s be real, it will be over someday, but I’ve spent so much time fighting it just because you didn’t fit the mold I had created in my head. I probably let the forums poison me but if there’s one thing it’s taught me, it’s that we are uniquely spectacular."

It took all your strength to not look away from him as you spoke. You accomplished it, but holding his intense gaze felt like a whole new challenge as you waited for a response. 

But you eventually got one — and not in the way you had anticipated. No, Druig didn’t deal in words this time. Instead, in what felt like one grand motion, his lips were on yours and you were pinned to your childhood bed. 

You couldn’t believe you two were here, completely with one another, in your world, in your space. The room you had spent hours thinking about your soulmate in now held your soulmate. It gave you a space for you two to be, fully engaged. Within and all around. 

Magic felt like such a dull word compared to what you felt but you grasped onto the winds of it all and let him take you where he wanted. 

[megalony]

I’ll make it better- Part 2

This is a follow up of my Druig Imagine, I’m getting back into writing for the Eternals, any Druig requests would be lovely.

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Part 1

Summary: (Y/n) and Druig have been through a lot over the thousands of years, but not long after they find out their expecting, Druig has to use his powers on (Y/n) to protect her.

Enjoy.

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Druig was doing what he had never done to anyone before.

His mind started to prod around in (Y/n)’s head, seeing all the memories she had stored, the recent ones, her favourite ones, and then the ones that frightened her. Druig found the memories he was looking for, the ones from seven years ago surrounding their first pregnancy that had gone so very wrong.

It made Druig want to scream and be sick when he could see how those memories were affecting (Y/n). They were fracturing her mind, they were breaking her inside and out and the pain was wearing her down, if he didn’t do this she would be broken completely and he couldn’t lose his beloved wife. Those memories were the ones that were causing these nightmares which Druig could see, he could see how the memories were ever so slightly changed and tweaked by her mind so that when she dreamt of them, she woke up in a state of fright.

The mind was a cruel thing, especially when it turned on itself. Druig had to make this better for (Y/n) and their baby.

He did the only thing he could do that would help, he pushed those memories so far down into the recesses of (Y/n)’s mind. Into the black hole, right at the back that sucked the unimportant memories or the dreaded ones the mind needed to shield itself from.

He wasn’t erasing them, Druig would never take those memories away from (Y/n) for good and make her forget about their first baby. That would be beyond cruel of him and it would never be his choice to do that, it would have to be (Y/n)’s choice to forget and he knew she never would.

What Druig was doing was hiding those memories from her mind, they would still be there but (Y/n) wouldn’t acknowledge them. It would be like a dream, she could recall fragments and splinters of those memories if she was really trying, but for now, they would stay an illusion. They wouldn’t bother (Y/n), they wouldn’t frighten her or wake her up in the middle of the night, they wouldn’t break her soul with the grief they caused. This was necessary, it was what needed to happen so that (Y/n) didn’t lose herself and Druig didn’t lose the most important thing in his life; his family.

When he was done, Druig pulled (Y/n) closer, letting her head fall on his shoulder as he had put her mind to sleep to process what he had done.

He was careful when he turned himself around and slowly laid himself back down, gently moving (Y/n) so that she was laid leaning on his chest. Druig kept his arms around her as he pressed his lips to her head, breathing in her scent as he let the tears fall.

He had done the right thing, hadn’t he?

After all, he hadn’t erased the memories forever would bring those memories back soon, when the baby was born, when he knew (Y/n) was strong enough to remember and move on with those memories still there.

But for now, they would stay away and Druig would carry the grief and pain for both of them. Their baby wouldn’t be forgotten, Druig was simply laying them to rest in (Y/n)’s head.

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A soft, melodic hum sounded through the air, a tune (Y/n) couldn't quite remember where she'd heard it but it had been stuck in her head for a few days now. As her humming quietly filled the air, (Y/n) walked over to the table beneath the window and slowly began to place the freshly cut roses in the vase. They were Druig's favourites. She preferred this time of year when the flowers started to bloom, winter was unique but hardly any flowers bloomed beneath the snow and the table looked so odd without them.

When her eyes glanced up out of the window, a soft smile formed on her lips and a flutter of adrenaline sparked in her chest. The midwife was here.

As if coming out of a trance, (Y/n) looked down at her stomach and slowly started to rub circles on her skin like she was trying to wake up the baby.

"Any day now." She whispered quietly before approaching the door.

Druig must be busy, he said he would come back for the appointment but something must have held him up. After all, he oversaw everything happening in the village, this was their new domain and Druig wouldn't have anything happening or going wrong. He was a peacekeeper here, he wouldn't let the humans turn on one another again and rage wars like they had seen in the past.

Every other midwife appointment they had, Druig had been here but he was a little on edge lately. (Y/n) didn't want to press the issue, she didn't want to push him because if something was bothering him and it was bad, he always told her what it was. Usually he didn't even have to tell her because she just knew what was wrong but this time, it was just something she couldn't place.

"Good afternoon (Y/n), how are you today?" Delia smiled as she entered the cottage and followed (Y/n) through to the living room.

"I'm feeling good, my back hurts a little, but I'm doing good." She was feeling normal, but ready to get it all over with. Some of the pregnancy seemed to have passed by in a dream. She had been worried, nervous and had a few restless nights but more recently she felt a lot calmer.

Sometimes it felt like she was walking in a daydream just waiting to wake up. But now she was ready to have this baby. They had waited so long for this opportunity to come round and (Y/n) wanted the baby out and in her arms already. This was her and Druig's miracle and she was done waiting for it to arrive, after a lifetime spanning hundreds and thousands of years, who knew just a few short months would drag on into eternity?

"That's great, let's just examine you."

"Do you think they'll come soon?" (Y/n) couldn't keep the excitement out of her voice, she was desperate to see if they had a baby boy or girl and to see them in Druig's arms. Something about seeing their child in his arms made her heart clench and her mind swirl with some distant thought she couldn't quite place. It made her feel nostalgic and maybe, just a tiny bit, sad.

"I think you might go into labour within the week." Delia smiled and shook her head as she finished examining (Y/n) and motioned for her to put her shirt back on.

That was clearly what (Y/n) was hoping for.

(Y/n) smiled and tried to answer the last few questions, these checkups never lasted long but she felt more at ease when Druig was at her side. She couldn't wait to see his face when she said they could see their baby in as little as a week.

"Now, you're resting and sleeping aren't you? You're not getting overwhelmed or worried?"

"A little, but I'm doing fine, really." She didn't want to bother worrying Delia with her nerves.

She and Druig didn't think children would be on the cards, they had been married for years and together for hundreds of years when the Eternals used to be together as a big family. Now they were on their own, a baby seemed perfect but (Y/n) did find herself worrying. What if something went wrong? What if their long-awaited baby wasn't okay? No other Eternal had been pregnant and it made (Y/n) fear this was all some kind of dream or that there was a complication.

What if the labour didn't go well because they were Eternals? Maybe they didn't have children for a reason, maybe her body wouldn't naturally go into labour. Maybe her body would mess things up and hurt the baby. There were so many what ifs because this was foreign territory for them.

And she couldn't list all of these worries to Delia, she didn't know what an Eternal was. She thought (Y/n) was simply a new mum, another human going through a natural process that had been happening since the beginning of time.

"Okay, but when labour does start, you call me right away. I know last time you didn't have anyone with you when things went wrong and you're worried something might happen like that again but I'm here to help. This next baby will be fine."

"Hmm."

Something was clicking in the back of her mind, like a tiny little puzzle with the pieces starting to slot into place.

(Y/n) couldn't quite figure what she was talking about but there was something in her mind she just knew. Something that burned like a simmering, flickering candle flame, so small but still burning brightly at the back. A baby. Not this baby, not the one she was cradling deep within her, not the baby her arms were trying to reach inside her large stomach. A different baby, from long ago.

She didn't have a child, did she?

(Y/n) could feel her mind drifting away from her and she walked in a trance, following Delia and watching her leave, but not really knowing she'd gone. She didn't realise she had walked back through the house until she was upstairs and her hand was curled around the handle of the bathroom. But it still felt like her mind wasn't hers, it was like she was on autpilot with some random thought and destination in mind that she didn't know about.

She barely opened the bathroom door before her hand pulled away like the door had been struck with lightning.

She didn't want to go in there! Her hand retracted from the door and shot straight to holding her stomach and when (Y/n) closed her eyes, she could see a river of blood. She'd never seen so much blood in all her years and it was sticky, it was just like super glue coating between her legs and all over Druig's hands and up his arms.

A shiver ran up the base of (Y/n)'s spine and spots just like flecks of blood danced before her eyes and she fell to the floor with a bang.

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A soft smile pulled at Druig's lips when he noticed the flowers on the table. Roses, his favourite.

"(Y/n), you home?" He rolled his sweat-ridden sleeves up to his elbows and walked further into the house. He hadn't meant to be home this late but time seemed to run away from him while he was out. "Darling?"

Surely she hadn't gone out, and if she did she wouldn't have gone very far. Druig couldn't imagine his wife going very far when she had complained of back ache this morning. Maybe she had gone for a nap.

Since he had surpressed her memories, the nightmares had all but gone like they did before they got pregnant again. (Y/n) started to sleep and things stopped levitating and crashing through the house from nightmares. Druig had seen his wife finally start to calm down and relax and she was even smiling when she looked at her stomach when before she would tear up or look away.

Sometimes he wished he could use his powers on himself. It would be so much easier if Druig could turn those same memories into distant dreams he could almost forget. He wouldn't feel such a heavy weight in his heart or that creeping feeling of dread about what was to come when they had their baby. He wouldn't see a river of blood when he looked at the bathroom floor and he wouldn't keep dreaming of that tiny little baby wrapped up in his shirt.

Brushing his fingers through his hair, Druig headed up the stairs but his heart lurched into his throat and he tripped up the last step when he looked ahead to the hallway.

"No, no! (Y/n), sweetheart... come on."

Druig scraped his hands against the floor to try and push himself up and he skidded across the hallway towards his wife. She was laid on the floor on her side in front of the bathroom.

When he reached her, Druig gently held her face between his palms and turned her head from the side so she was facing him. This thumbs brushed over her cheek and pressed into her skin to try and stimulate her to wake up. Was she ill? Had she just felt tired and collapsed? No one would have attacked her, no one in their village would have reason and they wouldn't dare do that to her.

"Darling..." A sigh of utter relief left his lips when he saw her eyes start to flutter open and he leaned down to kiss her temple.

His heart was hammering against his chest as he leaned down and tucked his face into the crook of her neck, nuzzling into her skin for a few seconds, breathing in her scent before he reluctantly pulled back. He kept his thumb brushing across her cheek and he waited for her eyes to focus on him as her hand shakily grabbed his wrist.

"What happened?" Moving his arms, Druig wrapped them around her waist and slowly sat her up so her back was leaning up against his chest.

"I- the blood..."

"What?"

(Y/n) felt her heart skip a beat when Druig's hand moved faster than she could comprehend. His fingers started tracing every inch of her that he could find, checking for some kind of injury or source of blood that he hadn't noticed before. His fingertips danced across her face, skimmed her lips, her arms and her legs before his touch turned shaky and delicately traced over her stomach.

Druig couldn't help it. He didn't mean to, he really didn't but his fear got the better of him. His hand found (Y/n)'s cheek and a gasp left her lips before Druig's eyes turned golden and her mind went blank.

He could see the little fractured memories trying to come back to the surface after all his hard work in surpressing them. He had hidden them to calm her down, to give his lover a sense of peace and time to heal without being bombarded by them, they couldn't come back uninvited like this. Not when Druig had done everything he could to keep them at bay, he'd even controlled the midwife when she came round so she didn't do something exactly like this and cause a mess.

Now what was he supposed to do?

He either had to bring the memories back to the surface and hope that they didn't cause the same havoc as before, or he tried his luck at surpressing them again. But Druig didn't want to keep doing that, he couldn't hide them away forever. The longer he did that, the less likely (Y/n) was to ever come to terms with what happened and he couldn't face explaining to her why he did it and for how long.

He didn't have chance to decide what to do with those memories, (Y/n)'s sudden moan of pain shocked him from her mind.

What was happening?

(Y/n) moved her trembling hands to cradle her pronounced stomach that was suddenly tensing and tightening in a way that was frightening, new and oddly familiar. She leaned her head into Druig's chest and tried her best not to dig her fingers into her stomach but she couldn't help it when the tightening feeling turned into a searing pain that made her body quake.

Oh no.

"Sweetheart, wha-"

Druig couldn't get the words out quick enough. They both looked down but what looked like (Y/n)'s waters being broken was joined by a sudden trickle of blood on her leggings.

He hated the way she screamed. It was a noise that was so familiar but he hadn't heard it in years. Druig didn't even want to think about the last time he'd heard her scream in such a blood-curdling way but the memories were flooding back to him just like they were coming back to her in fragmented pieces.

"Shh, shh it's alright. You're okay sweetheart, you'll both be fine."

With his breath held deep in his lungs, Druig wrapped an arm around (Y/n)'s back and slipped the other beneath her legs so he could pick her up bridal style. He held her to his neck, holding his breath a little longer when her arms suddenly barracaded around his neck and jolted his head down against hers.

"W-what if we lose-"

"No. I won't let that happen." Druig couldn't think like that and he certainly couoldn't have (Y/n) thinking like that either. It would only make her feel worse and they didn't know if things would turn out the same as they had last time. This time was different, they had gotten this far along with no trouble, this was almost the end now. They were so close.

(Y/n) could feel a shiver running up her spine when Druig gently laid her down on the bed and for a moment, her mind went blank. She couldn't feel anything, not the soft bed beneath her or the sweat dripping down the back of her neck. She couldn't even feel Druig's lips that were pressing to her forehead and the voltage pains in her stomach had ceased. All she could feel was a sense of nostalgia that wouldn't go away.

It was an awful sense of dread clawing at her chest and tightening her throat. Her arms were desperate to be full with her baby but something told her it wasn't going to happen. It had evaded her before and it would do the same again.

Memories clawed at the back of her head, a blook-soaked shirt wrapped around a tiny baby they didn't have. A bathroom painted in blood and full of agonsing howls. A husband screaming in heartbreak.

Maybe she wasn't supposed to be a mother.

'Why would you think that? You know that isn't true.'

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A shiver ran down Druig's spine when he felt (Y/n)'s nails digging into the skin at the back of his neck. He knew she didn't mean it and she probably didn't realise she was puncturing into his skin but he held his breath when she tugged him closer. If she pulled him anymore he would fall on top of her and squash her.

He was sitting up on the bed with (Y/n) leaning into his chest. His arms were wrapped around her waist but she had an arm looped around his neck to try and get some sort of comfort from him but he couldn't move much further when they were already meshed into one.

His lips pressed to her temple but it took all he had to control himself, he was desperate to slip into her mind and dig around but he couldn't. He couldn't mess with her mind when she was in a fragile state already. (Y/n) was in agony, mentally and physically and if he tried to surpress her memories again he might do some permanent damage.

But she was heartbroken in his arms and all he wanted to do was make things better and make this as easy and smooth as possible.

They had been on their own for over an hour before Delia managed to come back- thanks to Druig slipping into her mind and getting her to come back. After that he'd dulled down the panic (Y/n) had been feeling and tried to rid her mind of the distorted memories she had.

The mind was tricky, bad memories turned dark and had random twists that weren't real. Sometimes faces changed or the sky turned red instead of blue or the carpet turned into quicksand. Things got warped, especially the horrid thoughts and (Y/n)'s memory of losing their baby had changed in little ways. There was blood as black as night up the walls and in the bath in her memory and when she looked down and saw the blood on her legs, all she could think of was being stuck back in the bathroom again.

So Druig had tried to push that memory down into the black hole once again so (Y/n)'s screams would stop.

"Almost there, the head's born." There was an air of worry in Delia's otherwise calm voice that made Druig feel uneasy.

But at least this was easier than the last time. Druig didn't know what to do last time, there had been no time for him to try and get a doctor or a midwife and he couldn't leave (Y/n) alone. Within an hour everything was done and he was left with a baby in his arms and blood on the floor and covering his arms and knees. This time, he didn't have to do any of that. He wouldn't be the one holding their baby and bringing them into the world and he was both relieved and a little upset about that.

“Alright, a little more and then it will all be over."

Druig didn't like the way (Y/n) was almost biting through her lower lip to control herself and stop from bursting his eardrums. He had already told her to scream, to cry and shout and let everything out if it would make her feel better.

Moving his hand, he slowly skimmed his fingers up and down her thigh while his lips pressed to her cheek.

'You're doing so well, darling.'

(Y/n) couldn't breathe.

Her hands dug into the flesh of Druig's arm that was wrapped around her waist but it didn't ground her like she hoped. Her eyes were shut so tightly they felt like they were going to burst and her blood was throbbing beneath every inch of her skin.

The baby was gone from her, they had been disconnected. It was happening all over again.

For a brief moment, Druig's eyes changed from their usual chocolate brown to a golden caramel. His hand moved from (Y/n)'s thigh to cradle her neck and the side of her face before he gently tilted her head until her face was pressed into his neck. His lips smothered her forehead, planting wet kisses to her burning skin until he felt her finally start to breathe again. His eyes went back to chocolate before they closed and he took a moment to control his own breaths and inhale her scent.

"W-why aren't they crying?"

(Y/n) couldn't hear a cry or a wail or even a little shallow breath being taken, just like before. What had she done wrong? What was wrong with their baby, why weren't they okay?

She could feel Druig quietly whispering something against her temple but she couldn't work out what he was saying.

Druig's eyes focused on Delia who was kneeling at the edge of the bed with a small bundle in her arms wrapped in an old towel. (Y/n) had already voiced his worries when he didn't hear a cry. It was a long shot to even think that them- Eternals, beings who lived for thousands of years, could have children together. Being pregnant twice felt like a miracle in itself but the first time hadn't gone so well and Druig had been praying since the moment he found out about this baby that history wouldn't repeat itself like it did with the humans.

But before Delia even had a chance to say anything, a small, deafeningly quiet wail shocked them all. (Y/n) tried to push herself up, she tried to move but she didn't have anything left in her to move, so she settled on stretching her arms out and curling her fingers in a desperate plea to have her baby in her arms.

"It's a boy,"

Tears streamed freely down both their faces when their boy was gently placed in (Y/n)'s waiting arms and he was settled on her chest. The feeling was suffocating but in the best kind of way.

(Y/n) could feel Druig's arms enveloping around her, meshing with her arms and their hands blended together, resting on top of their baby boy. He looked unusually pale and a little grey beneath the blood and fluids, but he was perfect.

'I'm so proud of you.'

[redheadspark]

AAAAAA I've always thought about a lover and doing 11 from the June asks with them. Can I request for 11 with Druig?

A/N - this is brilliant for Druig! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Remember

Summary - Druig loves how you love to read

Warnings - Just some cute fluff

“Alright, what do we have here?” 

You placed the box of books on the countertop in front of the cashier, seeing her peer over her glasses and look at what was inside the cardboard box.  The bookshop was not as crowded that morning, some patrons that were already reading in the usual sitting corners and a few others were looking up and down aisle with some books under their arms.  

This was your favorite store, mostly because the owner has had it for decades and was a staple in the community.  You’ve been coming to this little shop solely because of the donations that the store would take, including books with annotations.  Being a writer and reader that put in annotations yourself, you were happy that the owner was wiling to take your old books, knowing most of the bookstores that you have gone too in the past.  Some of them were simply sticklers, you being turned away a few times because of your notes and highlighted area.

But this place was now your safe haven, turning in your old books for new ones that were new arrivals.  Not to mention the owner was a kinder lady, a fan of annotations herself and gave great recommendations for new books.  She was an older women, her knowledge of literature was amazing and you would talk with her every once in awhile about authors and new reading trends that were out in the literature world. 

The owner, affectionally named Greta, was now smiling from seeing the drawings along the side, etched in crayon and marker.  You giggled.

“Sorry, my nephew Jack got his hands on the box,” You explained, “These are some of my olds books that I wish to donate to make room for some new ones in my office,”

“Ah!  A good donation no doubt from the looks of it. I see some read works in here, why on earth would you get them go?” The owner asked in curiosity.  You were about to answer her when your boyfriend Druig leaned on the counter next to you and used his casually smirk on the wonder.

“I asked her the very same thing, and yet she thinks we can let theses precious gems go.  How sad is that, eh?” He asked her, the owner chuckled as she took out every book to look over and check for damages.  You gave him a knowing stare, to which he was giving one back to you in return.  You flicked the collar on his leather jacket while Greta was shifting through every novel.

“You wanted to come with me on this trip just to scold me in front of Greta?” You teased him as he grabbed some of the pieces of candy that was in a small display plate near the cash registry.  He popped them in his mouth, cocking his head at you.

“Merely just to make sure you’re parting with the right ones,” He replied in a drawl in his tone, Greta chuckling from her spot as she finally looked up from the box to the pair of you.

“This is a marvelous, these will find great homes for certain.  Also, I would love to look through some of the annotations that are in here if tat’s alright?” She asked you.

“Of course you can,” You hummed, “Do you have any new donated books that I can look at?” 

“You know where they are,” Greta replied, pointing to a small little area next to the register that had the sign “New Donated Arrivals” on the top of the shelf.  You walked along, Druig trailing behind you like a lost puppy dog.  You were seeing the spines of the book already out and ready to be gazed at, your eyes moving instantly to read each title on each shelf while Druig was now perched against the shelf, watching you go to work in find some new books to read.

“I know your birthday is comin’ up, and our anniversary too,” Druig commend as you were already grabbing one novel off the shelf to thumb though, you were humming to show that you were listening as he went on, “And I think you should consider getting a kindle or an iPad with all the readin’ you’re doin’ these days,”

“And I shall tell you the same thing I have told you before: no thank you my love,” You replied, placing the book back on the shelf to grab another one, “I’m a book purist, you should know that by now,”

“I do, and I know one of these days your shelf is going to buckle at your apartment with all the books you have,” Druig commented, you smirking as you knew he was telling the truth, “Just think about it, okay?  Makkair loves her kindle, she uses it all the time!”

“I know she does,” You said as you gave him small smile, “But nothing beats having a real book in your hands, breathing in the pages and seeing all the work that was placed in these books for others to read and enjoy,”

Druig smiled upon hearing that.  He knew you loved books, craved them, and adored them more than anything else that would entertain you.  Ever since you two met, he never met another person who loved books and was invested in books.  Especially when it came to wiring notes on the side or highlighted passages.  

“Why do you do that?” He asked one time as you two were snuggled together on your couch at your place, a month into dating each other.  You had a blue highlighter in hand, tracing over a new lines and passages as you shrugged.

“I’ll look back at them when I wanna read them again,” You replied, “They’re written for a reason, right?  So I want to remember them, always,”

 After a few more minutes, you got about three more books.  Walking up to Greta, you were getting ready to pull out your wallet before Druig already handed the cash over before you could.  You looked at him with a hint of shock, Druig smiling and kissing your head as Greta was ringing up the books.

“Your early birthday gift,” He said to you as he took the bags of books in hand, then lacing your fingers together.

A week later, you were done with the current book that was the last on your reading stack at your apartment.  The rain had come that day, which was perfect of you to do some reading.  The three books from the bookstore that Druig bought you was waiting for you to read on your end table near your couch, you rearranging your spot on the couch before grabbing the top book.  It was worn from the previous owner, you loved that texture under your fingers as you opened the first page.  

Yet you were surprised that there was a note there, a note in Druig’s handwriting.

Made some notes in this book that reminded me of you.  Happy birthday my love.

~D

You skimmed through the pages, clearly seeing places where Druig highlighted in bright yellow or scribbled in his writing along the side with arrows pointing to paragraphs and words.  You felt your heart swell from the sight, realizing that Druig might have read this before you could.  He might have snuck it away to read while you were finishing the last current book, making his own notes and annotations.  

This was new for Druig since you knew he was near one to be as obsessed with books like you were.  He would rather get you a kindle, make your life easier and simpler for your hobby.  Yet he never pushed it, seeing the books pile up around your bedroom and living room yet realizing that they build up your soul and your mind.  He loved that about you, and he would never wish to diminish it or make it less.  

Now you saw he was adding to it.  

You read that book slowly then, watching Druig’s handwriting on the page guide you along the story that was inside.

The End

June Summer Prompts

[shadowyhideoutpeace]

Marvel Fics

(updated 01/10/25)

Loki Laufeyson

Fluff

What He Doesn't Know Won't Hurt Him

SECRETS

Magic show

Combat Training

A fool with a bullet wound

Melody of Mischief

Series

FROM THE VOID, WITH LOVE

Smut

Loki Laufeyson Masterlist

although it’s so romantic

The Urge

Masterlists

Thor Odinson

Fluff

Carolina Reaper

Imagine Thor doesn’t think he can get drunk

Idunn's Apples

A Royal Pregnancy

You Have To Learn

Angst

Smut

Guardian!reader and Thor

fertility god

keep burning

Mornings

Masterlists

Masterlist CharnelHouse

Matt Murdock

Smut

Deprivation

Wicked Games

Masterlists

fettuccin-e

Peter Parker (TASM & Tom)

Fluff

baby spider | A.G.

Flirty bully coming your way | T.H.

breaking his glasses

math test

nerdy peter

SPIDER-BOY

Angst

The Last Time

Begin Again

❝late-bloomer❞

Smut

hold you here, my loveliest friend

and when her edges soften

she wears me down to bones in bed

just another screaming speck of dust

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

tonguing down peter parker

I Want To

Masterlists

fettuccin-e

Namor/ KuKulkan

Fluff

The Unexpected- The Proposal | Explanations and Surprise Visits

Sweet like mango

Baby, all at once, this is enough

THE KING'S PROPOSAL

“you’re so warm.”

The Artist and the Sea

Lullaby

Namor drabble

It's just a game!

A Point of No Return

Embarazo

…Story Imagine… 2

Angst

…Story Imagine…

The Depths You’ll Go

Delayed Fate

My Queen, My Sun and My Sea

Smut

con la brisa

oneshot

Namor x Reader!waterbender/powers

Series

Unfulfilled

Child without love

The Stranger

Mi Amor

doctor

Peter/Pietro Maximoff

Fluff

Taking a Bubble Bath with Peter Maximoff

SMUT

Use Me (Peter)

Better than her (Pietro)

Masterlist

essie’s masterlist

Druig

Fluff

For Eternity ❦

A fic where the eternals don't know you're a thing with Druig

For You? I Do

Eros Flirts with the Wrong Eternal

sunshine & kisses

Disbelief

Troublemaker

Smut

“‘No’? You’re such a bad liar.”

𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

Angst

unrequited love

Masterlists

Druig ~ Masterlist

[klausmikaelsonsmommy]

Druig liking Slipknot, and being great with children and animals is so true

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐠'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

a/n: female reader, requests are open. I haven’t written for Druig, ever, and this was kinda fun. 

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

✧ Your dynamic is:     Enemies > aquaintances > friends > both secretly pining after each other but trying to hide it > you accidentally confess your feelings while under a spell > he grows distant > you save his life (bitterly) > he confides in Makkari and she tells him to get a grip > he confesses to you > but you rebuff him > then he keeps falling harder and harder; near begging you to forgive him

✧ Knowing that he’s an Eternal, even though you’re mortal yourself

✧ You meet when Thena, Makkari and himself are off to find the other Eternals. 

✧ They enlist your help as your magical knowledge nearly exceeds the Sorcerer Supreme. You come from a long line of witches, one being your Aunt Agatha. You have natural abilities; levitation of objects and yourself, enhanced intuition and divination skills 

✧ Yet you were recruited by Dr Strange himself, and from your studies with the Mystic Arts, your abilities grew

✧ With so much going on, the Eternals needed your help as nearly everyone else was busy making sure the end of the world didn’t happen … again

✧ So it was decided that you would travel with them on their journey. Since it was unsafe for you to be involved and left in your home town

✧ Makkari became a quick friend (pun intended…) she was so kind to you, and taught you a lot of sign language. Even though she couldn’t communicate using speech, you two had a lot of deep conversations. She was very curious about your studies and your knowledge

✧ Thena was stoic, not speeching much but when she did, you were in awe. It was like gazing upon a goddess; Athena had always been one of your favourite greek gods (thanks to the Percy Jackson books). But you could’ve never thought you would meet the actual figure Athena was based on

✧ And then there was Druig. You had read about him once, in an old reference book about ancient druidry. 

“What’s your power?” You asked, watching him lean against the far wall. 

     “I’m not a magician,” he responded harshly. 

Even Makkari looked at him with shock, however Thena had understood where his anger was coming from. They had been chasing leads for weeks without finding anything. 

 “Prick,” you replied. Clearly in ear shot, you didn’t feel Druig had a leg to stand on really. Here they were, asking you for help. You were risking your neck, and here an immortal being stood, giving you lip. 

I like her, Makkari signed to Thena, throwing a kind smile your way. 

✧ After he asked for your forgiveness, you didn’t have it in you to ignore him any longer. It felt too cruel, not just to him, but to you. Your heart felt so broken, and here he was, near begging. 

✧ He teases you a lot, like a lot.  Holding things out of reach, hiding your supplies, calling you ridiculous nicknames. 

✧ Druig loves being physically close to you; always having a hand, an arm around you, a leg hooked with yours, your head resting on his chest or shoulder. 

✧ You brought as many of your herbs onboard; Druig loves the smell of rosemary, lavender, jasmine and cinammon. 

✧ Druig likes to read all sorts of literature. He loves Shakespeare’s play Hamlet. He feels an afinity to the character - having the power to change lives, or stand by and let them make their mistakes. 

✧ He likes to read to you out loud (although no one else is allowed to hear him). 

✧ What was between him and Makkari was merely platonic. You all hold great respect for each other and know you can count on one another for anything. 

✧ You played the song, the 30th by Billie Eilish and he cried. Druig is the most connected to humanity through his power. He knows the best and worst of humans and constantly needs to see the good in them. 

✧ He doesn’t like to be touched by people, but others wouldn’t know that because you’re near inseparable 

✧ He likes Slipknot 

✧ Knows a lot about history, and yes being there was helpful. He tells you ‘what actually happened,’ and then Thena overhears and yells, “THAT DID NOT HAPPEN DRUIG, HE HIT YOU FAIR AND SQUARE.”

✧ He likes it when you trace random words, shapes, symbols on his skin

✧ Likes to play with your hair, and has picked up a lot of skills over the years. He does a mean braid 

✧ He is GREAT with children and animals 

[cdragons]

BITCH, WHAT?! - An Eternals STEM Trio Drabble

Pairings: Platonic!Phastos x Hectate!Eternal Reader, Phastos & Kaetlyn, Phastos x Ben, Kaet x Druig (Druig doesn't appear, but he is mentioned), mention of Ikaris x Sephia Words: ~1.0 k Summary: A lil' drabble that tells how Phastos found out about one wonderfully incredible flower goddess banging it out with one blue flying man with stupid hair. Warning: Nudity (but not sexual), Kaetlyn has ZERO shame, Phastos needs some aspirin from dealing with his crazyass magic shadow sister, unbetaed we die like Ajak (sorry Ajak) Notes: This drabble was inspired by a scene in Grey's Anatomy, if you know you know. Please reblog and like and comment! Shoutout to @ethereal-athalia & @valeskafics for being the most supportive people on this platform!

Phastos was a pacifist. He was a ‘thinker,’ not a ‘fighter.’ If there was a way to resolve a conflict peacefully with no potential loss of blood or bodily fluid, then he would take it. His inventions may have martial uses, but he remained steadfast in using his mind for peace and not violence. He lived this way for 7,000 years on Earth, and he would like it very much to keep it that way.

But lord-y lord, was he sorely tempted to break that right now.

“How could she not tell me?” you asked incredulously. “I mean, how could she not tell me?”

“Get out.” he told you.

Out of every one of his old family, Phastos was definitely not one to be ashamed to admit that he played favorites, and there was most definitely a ranking system. He wasn’t so petty to reveal who were at the bottom Sprite, but he knew it was obvious who were his favorites. Out of the remaining eleven members, he adored you and Sephia above everyone else. His love for the two of you reached to the point he considered the both you to be his sisters, and his respect went so far as to hold you two to a higher esteem than he held Ajak.

“I mean seriously, ME? What the fuck?”

“Please, get out.” he repeated in hopes that you would listen.

And of course, you didn’t.

Normally Phastos would more than happy with you visiting. After all, you and Sephia were the only ones that Phastos really trusted to be around his family so that his son could have a chance of a normal childhood without ‘excessive’ trauma. Jack adored his Aunties ‘Sophia’ and ‘Katie,’ and you both loved him. And while he would never admit it, he truly appreciated how either you or Sephie would happily take Jack off his dads’ hands so that they could spend some quality time together after he and Ben brough Jack home from the hospital.

But he would really appreciate it if you hadn’t just magicked yourself into his living room before barging yourself in the bathroom with him while he was showering so that he could prepare for an important interview with the magnet school Jack’s currently being waitlisted on. He’d appreciate even more if you picked up the very subtle hints that he’s been dropping while you were currently pacing on the other side of the shower curtain.

“He’s lying,” you went off, “he’s a lying liar – that’s it, that has to be it. I would know if my soul sister was in a relationship with someone.”

“Get out.” Maybe if he repeated it enough with gradual emphasis, it might actually sink into her head.

“I’m actually being gaslighted-” a cold blast of air hit his back as you pulled the curtain to one side – “Phastos this is criminal-”

Immediately pulling back the curtains to retain some sense of his dignity, Phastos decided that enough was enough. “Get out!”

Taken back, you asked: “What’s your problem?”

“What’s my problem- Kaety, I am in the shower. I am wet and n a k e d.” Phastos stressed the last word to point out the very glaring fact that he was wet and not wearing any clothes.

“Okay, and? I’ve seen it all before, no big deal! I’m in the middle of a crisis here!”

Did you really fail to see how fucking weird this situation was?

Feeling a migraine coming in, he needed to get you out so he could finish his shower in peace for five goddamn minutes. Looking you in the eyes, Phastos did his best to give you his best “I’m Pissed” stare.

Letting out a sigh, he thought that maybe you finally took the hint and would leave.

“Alright, fine,” you reasoned out, “your junk is…spectacular, really great. 10 out of 10, would bang you if you were straight and I wasn’t already madly obsessed with Druig’s nether regions. Ben is truly a lucky man…can we get back to me now?”

“…”

“Why are you making that face?” you groaned in distress.

“Kaety, I know I said that my door would always been open for you. But I have a very important interview with that magnet school for Jack, alright? Me and Ben have been prepping for this afternoon for over 3 months. I am sleep-deprived, I need to shower, and I need to be focused. Whatever you’re going through, go to Sephie, okay?”

“…It’s Ben and I.”

“Why are you here anyway? And where are the girls? Did you just leave them at the compound?”

“What? No, the girls are downstairs playing with Jack. Druig and Ben are watching over them.”

“Oh my god- Druig’s here too?”

“Well, what was I supposed to do? Leave my kids without telling the love of my life? Phastos, what kind of mother and wife do you think I am?”

“…Just get out.”

You were just about to leave when you finally registered what he said earlier - and you immediately turned back.

“HOLD UP!” you shouted as pulled the curtain again as Phastos pulled it back, “You mean to tell me that you haven’t been listening to me this ENTIRE TIME?”

“No, I haven’t! And I don’t particularly care about it right now!” he shouted whilst standing under the shower head to finally finish washing himself. “Just tell me later! When I am NOT NAKED!”

Still determined to get a proper reaction, you made sure to project very loudly. “SO, it wouldn’t interest you to know that I caught Ikaris and Sephie HAVING SEX?!”

“WHAT?!” This time, Phastos was the one to pull the curtains back. “NO! Wait- that’s- that’s- NO! Why would- NO!”

“Thank you.” you calmly stated before pulling his curtain between you two once more as you finally exited the bathroom- leaving your Inventor brother to stand under the streaming water in a state of extreme shock at the most horrific news he’s received since Thanos’ Snap.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Kingo Masterlist

(Updated Immediately)

Gif Imagines

Asgard - Kingo x Asgardian!reader

Kingo makes a friend of reader, an Asgardian warrior.

Cameo - Kingo x reader

Reader, Kingo’s s/o, has a cameo in one of his movies.

Dance Lessons - Kingo x reader

Kingo teaches reader how to dance.

Oneshots + Drabbles

For the People, My People - Kingo x Asgardian!reader

Kingo calls in reader, his Asgardian friend, to deal with Deviants before he’s made aware of the Emergence. But Druig is able to make a new friend.

Poison - Kingo x reader

Kingo and reader work on set together, developing a flirtatious friendship that turns into something more when they’re ready. (Poison - Rita Ora)

[colinzabell]

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[eternalslover]

That last part is so true

How do you think Druig would react to his s/o dying their hair?

i think druig would be cool with it. druig is super body positive in my mind, so if you want your hair dyed he would probably pay for it and compliment you on it.

people who don't like dyed hair are weird to me.

[siempre-bucky]

Hi! I miss little Orla and Rory so much🥺

Can you please write what was druig's reaction when Orla took her first steps? Btw, your work makes my day better.❤

Dad!Druig x Reader

AHHHH yes I sure can! Here's a little drabble!

"She's going to do it today!" You beam from the living room. Orla, although wobbly, stood up on her own, her little hands using the wood coffee table to hold herself up.

"Do what, my beloved?" Druig asked from the kitchen, the brim of his coffee cup pressed between his open lips.

"She's gonna walk," you giggle as you watch the one-year-old sidestep around the table.

Your husband hurriedly walked into the living room, his blue eyes pinned to his daughter, "You sure?" The proud smile he wore was undeniable, sharing a loving glance with you.

After you nodded, he raced over to Orla and scooped her up in his arms, peppering light kisses to her cheek. "Ready to walk, m'love?" he cooed as he passed her off to you.

Druig took his phone from the pocket of his blue robe and propped it up on the table, ready to record Orla's first steps. He sat a few feet away from you, outstretching his arms for her.

You stood her across from him, her hands clenched tightly around your pointer fingers. "Walk to daddy, Orla," you tell her as she started to walk towards him. Once you felt like she was getting the hang of it, you wiggled your fingers out of her grasp.

She instantly fell to the floor with a soft thud, making the both of you laugh.

It took a few more tries, but you felt like this one was it. Orla loosened her grasp on your fingers as she saw Druig making grabby hands at her. Bubbly giggles coming from her, "Come on, Orla, I got you," he told her.

Orla let go of your hands, slowly and wobbly stepping towards Druig. "That's my girl," you cheer as she fell into your husband's chest.

"You can walk!" he exclaimed, holding onto her tightly in his arms.

Orla giggled in his arms as he stood up, making his way over to you as you turned off the recording. "I'll send this to Ajak," you said as he kissed your cheek.

"And I'll start baby proofing the village."

[inklore]

spectral tease.

premise: druig loves to see how many times he can make you come by only using his mind.

pairing: druig x (f)reader

warnings: sexual content (unprotected sex), creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, teasing, mentions of safe word, druig using his powers on reader (consensually), pet names (my girl, pretty girl), no spoilers! you are in control of your reading consumption so if you don’t vibe with any of the above please do not go on. 18+ only minors dni, you will be blocked.

word count: 1.70k+

etc: look i’m not saying i’m obsessed with druig but i’m also not saying i’m NOT obsessed. will i let this man consume me and be all i talk about for months? absolutely. and this little idea wouldn’t leave my head hours after seeing the movie so it’s probably not the best, but i just need more of this man in my life ok!

“I can’t–” your voice is hoarse from moaning, pleading, whining. You try to form a coherent sentence but only fragments are able to process in your mind and slip out from your wet swollen lips. Your body burns from sensitivity and pleasure that only seems to build more and more with each time you cum. Each time he fucks up into you. Each time you feel that beautiful haze in your mind.

And you’ve lost count as to how many times you’ve been thrown over the precipice. How many times you’ve begged and pleaded that you couldn’t cum anymore, even when the pleasure never seems to end, never seems to stop building. And Druig loves it. Loves to fill your mind with nothing but him, nothing but pleasure and a demand for you to keep cumming until you’re begging him to let up, or for more. The only sounds in the room coming for your aching throat, the squelch of your soaked cunt and the slap from his hips as he fucks you harder.

His hands are on either side of your head, his fingers digging into your hair as he holds you there, bending you so your foreheads are pressed together. His hips thrusting up into you sharp, harsh, fast. “Oh, I know you can take more.” He grins pounds into you harder, swallows down your moan when he kisses you devouring your mouth and moans as he doesn’t let up. Makes your already fucked out canal take more, he wants you to feel it tomorrow, the next day, after that. He wants you so sensitive that when you move all you can think about is him. 

“Cant,” you breathe, whimper. “Too much, please, Druig.” His soft chuckle sends a flutter through you, pools in your belly at his cruelty that you love so much. You know all you’d have to do is whisper those two words and this would all be over. He would stop, wrap you up, help you come down, there would be no hesitation. But the two of you get some sick satisfaction at seeing how many times Druig can make you cum untouched by his everything but his mind. And even with your body shaking and the wetness coating your thighs, your throat raw and burning with each moan. Part of you still wants more. Wants to feel even more pleasure. Your core burning so deliciously from his relentlessness, from how many times you’ve tightened and fluttered around his thick cock.

“You can do one more, I know you can.” Druig’s breath is hot against your lips, as he stares up at you, “you’ve been so good, you can do one more for me right?” He’s slowed his thrusts just slightly, if only to allow you to focus on his words, to give you the slightest of breaks before he goes back to pounding into you leaving you a whimpering mess again. One of his hands runs down your neck, thumb skating across your jaw and lifting your chin separating your foreheads so the two of you can properly look at each other. And you’re so beautiful like this he thinks; cheeks warm and tinted with heat and lust, eyes heavy from exhaustion. Your mouth swollen and coated from the two of you. He’s done this to you, made you a fucked out mess all because of his cock and mind, and fuck he loves it. “Do you want to stop, hmm?” He runs his thumb along your bottom lip, “we can stop, pretty girl.”

The over sensitive part of your body and mind is screaming yes, but the slow drag of his cock thrusting up into you, the languid gentle motion rebuilding that mountain of pleasure inside that’s begging for more. To reach, to jump off of, to let Druig make you cum again and again until you really can’t take anymore. Fuck you until neither of you know anything but this feeling, but this heat and pleasure shared together.

So you shake your head, whimper a soft ‘no’ that makes Druig smirk, pull your lips to his in a passionate kiss full of tongue, and teeth and moans. “Good girl.” The praise alone makes you whimper, but as you feel his thrusts pick back up, his hand going to your hip to push you down as he thrusts up. Your over sensitive core burning and begging for more. Your moans loud and incoherent. Your nails digging into his chest, your back arching slightly when you feel the palm of his hand make contact with your ass cheek in a hard slap. The deep groan Druig let’s out against your lips makes your stomach flutter. “My pretty girl, look at me.” You do, your body bracing to go over that precipice, to feel that deep bone shattering pleasure. To see his eyes glow that beautiful gold before all you can see is him, Druig, all you can feel is him in every fiber of your nerve endings. Your mind body and soul being flooded and taken over by him, his pleasures, his desires. Sending you through an euphoric bliss that even when it’s too much it’s not enough.

And when he does it your body freezes, trembles, shakes, your mind filled with that beautiful haze, every fiber of you letting him take over, letting him control you so willingly. Until your vision clears and you’re meeting Druig’s gaze, moaning and shaking as your orgasm rolls through you and he fucks into you while you clench and grip onto his cock. “That’s my girl, good, so good.” He groans, the warmth of his palm on your cheek grounds you. Druig watches your mouth hang open, eyes go from his golden hold to your beautiful ones. Watches your body tremble and wither above him, your cunt flutter and clench against his cock making him thrust faster, harder, until he’s finishing seconds after you. Praises on his lips, kisses and teeth pressed to your lips, shoulder, any flesh he can reach. Any part of you he can touch and consume.

Your body slumps over to rest on his chest, exhaustion completely taking you out. The after effects from another orgasm burning hot and white through your body and core. The two of you catching your breath, Druig running his fingers along your back, pressing soft kisses to your temple. “Think you broke your record.” He teases.