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I want you on top of me like cherry

Word count: 1719

Pairing: Carol Danvers/Fem!Reader

Warning: +18, smut, vaginal fingering, strap on, oral sex.

Summary: Reader makes up for not being there for Carol's birthday party.

A/N: I wrote this instead of sleeping. Title inspired by FLETCHER ft. Hayley Kiyoko's song: Cherry.

P.S.: I found the gif on Google Images.

You thought you wouldn’t make it. You told Carol that you probably wouldn’t get back in time for her birthday party since your flight was three hours delayed. Carol said it was fine, but it upsets you the same way, you don’t like to miss important dates, and your girlfriend’s birthday is surely one of those.

Well, what you didn’t expect was that Carol would throw a party until after midnight. So you were a bit surprised when you got home and found led lights blinking inside the house accompanied by Dua Lipa’s song playing low in the background in order to not disturb the neighbors. You shouldn’t be so surprised, you know much Carol likes to party, that’s how you met her, after all.

You had a date with a girl you were talking to on Tinder in a karaoke downtown, a nice place, you have to admit. Except for the fact that your date ghosted you, and never texted you back. So you stayed there, drinking alone at your table until Carol came by and started flirting with you. So, your unfortunate date turned out to be something better because you had fun the rest of the night with a cutie blonde woman.

You open the front door, pulling your suitcase behind you, and you first notice the smell of cigarettes in the house. You see Thor chattering with some of the other Carol’s friends, explaining something about a beer only made in his birth country, Steve and Sam nodding while listening to him. Outside in the garden, you spot Natasha in a swimsuit sitting on the edge of the pull while Maria Hill talks to her. You find the source of the cigarette smell when you see Sergeant Barnes lit one up.

“Hey, where’s Carol?” You ask out loud for no one in particular.

“She was making one of those Skrull cocktails of hers,” Natasha replies.

You nod in thanks, going back in. You hear Carol’s laugh from the kitchen and you see that your girlfriend just spilled a bottle of liquor on the kitchen island and it’s dripping on the floor, even though Maria’s and Carol’s hands are full of paper towels attempting to dry it. Wait, are they drunk?

Maria pokes Carol’s on the ribs and the blonde turns to the door. She immediately lets go of the towel, drying her hands on her Gun n’ Roses shirt and walking towards you.

“You’re here! You made it!” She says excitedly.

You tilt your head, smiling.

“Yep, not on time, though. It’s past midnight, so I guess that’s a late happy birthday,” you grimace.

Carol leans to kiss you, you smell the alcohol in her breath when she wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you closer. There’s a desperate want in her kiss as if she couldn’t stand another minute away from you, her hand is firm on your waist, clinging to your body, then she slides her hand down and squeezes your butt. Her lips tugged in the corner in a malicious smirk that you know really well. It’s you who breaks the kiss to catch your breath.

“You’re drunk. You’re really drunk,” you say, resting a hand on her breast and smiling teasingly.

“I’m not. I’m far from being drunk. I’m happy because you’re here,” Carol tucks your hair behind your ear.

You lift a brow, cocking your head as if you were saying ‘seriously?’ without actually pronouncing the words. Carol leans again, dropping a kiss with an amusing smile when you pout. Carol slaps your butt, making you jump and you look exasperated at her.

“Girls, get a room,” You look over Carol’s shoulders, seeing Maria shake her head, amused.

Carol didn’t reply. Instead, she holds your hand and pulls you.

“Wait, Carol!” You shout, reaching for your suitcase before she’s pulling you upstairs to the room you both share.

The door is still open when she kisses you again, running her hands under your shirt and pressing you to the door, shutting it but not locking it. She kisses your neck, and you moan when her hand squeezes your breast, her thumb circling your nipple. You tilt your head, exposing more of your neck for her to suck, which she gladly does while your hand travels up her breast. Carol puts her knee between your legs, keeping them apart and you can’t help but frot on her thigh before you remember that the house is full.

“We have guests downstairs,” you gasp, unable to resist her touch.

“So what?” She mumbles against your skin, pulling out your shirt.

“What if they listen to us?” You whisper as if the chance of being caught on the act was somehow thrilling for you.

“Let them listen to how good I can make my girlfriend feel,” Carol throws you on the bed. “I just got my girl back. She deserves a treat.” Carol walks to the dresser, opening a drawer and you know what’s coming before she crawls up the bed.

“Okay,” you nod excitedly, watching her take off her shirt. Her blonde hair is a mess, and it somehow makes her look sexier. “Show me how much you missed me, then.”

Carol smirks, then she holds your ankles before pulling down your pants and throwing them somewhere. Your panties are soaked by now. Carol runs a hand up your thigh and you pull her close to a kiss, taking the moment to unzip your girlfriend’s pants and pull them down. You cup her buttcheeks, grinding your hips together.

Carol, however, is not up for a fair game because she pulls your panties aside, running a finger through your folds and circling your clit. You shiver, speeding up your breath, you raise your hips craving for her touch, and soon your panties are out of the way, likely somewhere on the floor, but you don’t care.

You couldn’t care less about pieces of clothes when Carol dives a finger inside you and her tongue is around your nipple. She moves in and out, her thumb making slow movements on your clit. You need more and all Carol gives to you is add another finger, the squelch of her fingers moving inside you combining with your moans creates a perfect symphony in the room. You can barely hear the song playing downstairs.

“More,” you mumble.

You tug at her hair, she looks at you, eyes fixed on your lips, seeing how desperate you are. You whine when her fingers leave your body and your grip on her thigh to stop her from moving away, but it’s useless. Carol reaches for a pack of lube, she rips it open with her teeth, fixing the strap tightly on her hips, she coats the dildo in it. She watches your reaction, enjoying it.

“Carol, please,” you plead, moving your hand between your legs and rubbing your clit. You spread your legs wide.

Carol lines up, teasing your folds with the tip of the dildo.

“You asked for it,” she says cockily before pressing inside.

She pushes excruciatingly slowly inside of you until her hips meet yours. You arch your back, getting some leverage, you whine desiring some more friction. Then, Carol pulls out, letting only the tip rest inside of you before she slams in again. You both gasp loud. You grip at the sheets as Carol rams in and out of you.

You can’t help but widen your legs when Carol pulls out completely, letting your pussy squeeze at the emptiness. You raise your hips, squirming underneath her. Carol thrusts in again, hitting that sweet spot inside of you as she rubs your clit slowly.

“Faster,” you say, moaning.

“What? I didn’t listen to you, darling. The song is too loud,” Carol shouts. You know that’s not true, she can listen to you perfectly, but all she wants is you screaming her name.

“Faster,” you gasp, moving your hips along with hers, meeting her thrust halfway there. “Fuck.” You can feel the coil in the bottom of your belly, all you need is for her to speed up her thrusts and the movements on your clit. “Carol! Faster, please!” You yell, beg, whining. You’re a mess.

Thankfully, Carol listens to your pleas. She thrusts in and out, rubbing your clit as she keeps slamming inside of you, your back arched and the orgasm builds up. You feel your thighs clenching, and you breathe hard, wanting it to last. Carol pulls out and rams inside of you again, and that’s enough. You feel your walls clenching around the straps, and you pull the sheets as your orgasm snaps in, throwing your head back and your mouth half-opened.

You keep your eyes closed as you come down from your high, you feel Carol slips out, gripping on your thighs. You run a hand through your hair, a blissful smile stamped on your face. Carol smiles in front of your legs, and when you attempt to close to take a good look at her, the blonde holds them open.

“No, no, miss. There’s a feast before me,” Carol smiles amusingly, and before you get the chance of saying anything she goes down on you.

Carol runs her tongue through your folds, pressing it in your opening, rubbing her lips on your clit. You run a hand through her silky hair. She wasn’t kidding when she said she would feast on you, and due to the overstimulation, it doesn’t take long for you to climax again, grinding your pussy against her face.

“Wow,” you exhale, breathless and speechless.

“Yeah,” Carol presses a kiss on your chin, and you can see your girlfriend’s face glistening with your slick. You smile at her.

“Your birthday gift is still in the suitcase,” you remember. You didn’t get the chance of unpacking anything because Carol was too eager to have her hands on you.

“Oh, wait. You weren’t my gift?” Carol chuckles. “You were wrapped so nicely.”

You laugh, looking at her on your side. You tangle your legs together, and in a move, you invert your position and you are sitting on her stomach.

“Well, then, let me give it to you properly,” you kiss her.

After all, who cares about the guests downstairs when there’s a private party in your room?

231 notes • Posted 2021-11-17 07:36:21 GMT

Yelena explains what asexuality is

Word count: 1507

Pairing: Yelena Belova/Fem!Reader

Warning: none.

Summary: Reader can't understand why Yelena doesn't have sex with her.

A/N: This was meant to be educational due to Asexual Awareness Week.

Most of the time, You have to admit that you don’t understand what your relationship status is with Yelena. Some days she would come, lay by your side and we cuddle and kiss. She would giggle while you played with the earring and piercings in her ear. We would walk holding hands and chatting excitedly as we ate ice cream and played with Fanny. You would go out as a couple, shop as a couple, buy your groceries as a couple, act like a couple everywhere. Anyone could clearly see that you both had something, but you and Yelena never got there. To be clearer, you and Yelena never shared any sort of intimacy. You and Yelena never had sex.

This’s been happening for two months and maybe you were rushing things, but… You don’t know how else to describe it, except that Yelena was... oblivious, you daresay, when it comes to your relationship. Some days she would act as if she was in the mood, dirty talking and giggling, but other times it was like that sparkle just wasn’t there. You really thought that the problem could be you, maybe, you were doing something to make her feel uncomfortable, and that’s why you decided to ask her, even though you were choking and blushing as you rehearsed your speech in front of the mirror.

You sigh, tilting your head, your shoulders slumped. You didn’t know what to say, how to ask, you are not really good at speaking the words out. You fidget, running your fingers through your hair as you attempt to ease your breathing. You close your eyes for five seconds, straighten your posture and let your arms on your sides, though you keep fidgeting your fingers. Just when you gather enough courage to go into the living room and face Yelena, the door of the bedroom opens and the blonde comes in, looking distractedly with a magazine in her hands. She’s been reading a lot of these lately.

“Oh, you’re here,” Yelena cocks her head, throwing the magazine on the bed and coming over. Yelena wraps her arms around your neck, kissing you in the corner of your lips. You frown, flinching and taking her arms off of your neck. “What’s wrong?” Yelena frowns at your visible rejection.

All the speeches you had rehearsed non-stop these past days served for nothing now. You sit on the bed, taking a deep breath. Even though you want to cross your arms and close inside this invisible shell you created, you force yourself to let your arms rest on your sides and to look up. To look at Yelena

“Sometimes, I don’t understand you,” you start. “I-I don’t know, you--Damn,” you rub your nose with the back of your hand. A gesture that Yelena knew you did when you were feeling embarrassed to voice your opinion.

Yelena comes to sit next to you, holding your cold, sweaty hand in hers.

“Okay, you can talk to me,” Yelena shrugs. “I can see in your face that there’s something wrong.”

You nod, tucking a strand of Yelena’s blonde hair behind her ear.

“Okay. You’re right. I’m bad at talking, but I can do it,” you breathe in, then out slowly. You look at your intertwined hands.“Sometimes you are really lovely to me. We kiss, we cuddle, we do… things that a couple does, except…” You gestured, expecting that your face would be enough, but Yelena blinked and frowned, confusion spread on her face. “You know, we…”

“No, I don’t,” Yelena shakes her head.

Yep, you thought there wasn’t another way to say it to her.

“Alright. I mean, we’ve been dating for two months now, and we… never got intimate,” you shrug it off.

“Oh,” Yelena nods before she turns her head to you again. “What’s intimacy for you, then?”

The question makes you blink because now that Yelena asked you, you weren’t sure what intimacy means for you. It couldn’t just be sex, right? But people usually get intimate through sex, so that’s all you know.

“Hm, sex?” You tried, lifting a brow, though it was clear by the tone of your voice that you weren’t sure.

“Okay, sex,” Yelena rests both her hands on her lap. “So you want to tell me about the showers we took together, the nights we lied in bed and cuddled, the midnight talks, the breakfast we shared every morning… You want to tell me that this isn’t intimacy.”

“No, I--”

“And as we didn’t have sex, we are not intimate or anything,” Yelena concludes.

“That’s not what I mean,” you say. “I just never understood why you never, uh, you know, you never even showed interest.”

“Yep.”

“Is it me? Or is there someone else? Is it because I’m a woman?” you ask. “I thought you liked women, I thought you were a lesbian. I’m sorry I got it wrong, I--” you stand up, feeling the tears prickling in your eyes, a knot building in your throat.

The sadness must probably be visible on your face. You’re feeling a little rejected here, you always tend to think that there is something wrong with you when a person isn’t acting how they were supposed to next to their significant other. Yelena stands up, holding your arms before you have the chance to storm out of the room. Yelena knew you too well to know that’s what you are most likely to do when you get in any sort of argument. You run away.

“Hey, hey, no. I-I’m not anything,” Yelena takes a deep breath. “I--someone told me that’s called asexuality. That’s it. That’s what I am. I am asexual.”

You tilt your head. You’ve heard that term before. Somewhere. On the Internet? You aren’t sure, but you know you’ve heard it. You can’t recall what it means either, or its concept. Asexual. What is it? What is an asexual person? You almost feel ashamed to not recognize the term that your girlfriend was using to describe herself.

“So… Does it mean that asexual people don’t have sex? I’m sorry, Yelena. I--What does it mean?” you ask.

Yelena guides your back to the bed, you both sit together as she gets ready to explain it to you.

“No, that’s not it. Some asexual people still have sex while others don’t,” Yelena says. “Saying that asexuals don’t have sex is a misconception. It reduces the whole community to one thing. Every person experiences their asexuality differently.”

“Okay,” a crease forms between your brows. “But, I think I still don’t get it, what’s asexuality?”

“Being asexual means that I don’t feel sexually attracted to anyone. It’s about attraction,” Yelena explains. “So I don’t look at people and think ‘oh I wanna have sex with that person’ or ‘I wanna do sexual stuff with this person.’”

“Okay, but you still can have sex,” you lift a brow, waiting for her confirmation.

“Yep. Attraction doesn’t equal action. I’m still a human being, I have needs. I can still engage in sex for a lot of reasons. Because it feels good, it gives me pleasure, or because I want to have a family.”

You snort, feeling relieved now that you know what’s going on.

“You don’t feel sexual attraction to people,” you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

“Nope. Not even a tiny bit of it. It’s weird to think people feel it. I mean,” Yelena shrugs, gesturing. “You just look at someone and want to do it? That’s weird.”

You nod, even though you can’t understand her because the truth is you are head over heels for Yelena.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Yelena reaches for your hand. “You’re gorgeous, sweetie. It’s just that attraction isn’t there. For anyone.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I understand now why you looked so… indifferent whenever I attempted something,” you say. “I’m sorry.”

Yelena shakes her head.

“No. It’s okay. There are a bunch of terms about the sexual spectrum. I had a hard time understanding myself and learning all of these, but now I feel more confident to talk openly about it,” Yelena admits. “I love you,” Yelena reaches for your lips, kissing you.

You break the kiss.

“Uh, I, hm, have a question,” you blush. Yelena nods encouragingly. “Do you think we could do it someday? I don’t know. I understand if you don’t--” You don’t get to finish because Yelena kisses you again.

“Yep. Why not? It feels good,” Yelena replies after the kiss. “Just be aware that I don’t miss it. Sex, I mean. I don’t mind having it and I don’t mind not having it. I’m indifferent. But we are going to need to talk. A lot. You need to tell me when you feel up to it.” You nod affirmatively.

You could get used to talking. Communication is essential for a relationship, no matter if your partner is an asexual or an allosexual person. Communication is always the key to these matters.

“I will, I promise,” you seal your lips together in a warming kiss.

241 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 01:28:02 GMT

Having some fun

Word count: 1191

Pairing: Sylvie/Fem!Reader

Warning: smut, vaginal fingering, +18

Summary: A customer flirts with Reader and things escalate quickly.

A/N: It's in first person because I wanted to try something. Also, this is literally my first character/reader fic. Anyway, enjoy it!

It was almost time to close when she got here, and since she puts her feet into here I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She came to the counter and asked for a Margarita. I looked at the clock on the wall as some of the customers started to leave. 15 minutes until I had to close, so I walked to the door and turned around the signal that said ‘closed’. Then, I walked back to start preparing her drink.

When I’m done, I slide it to her over the counter, her blue-green eyes glued to the soccer game on TV and she rests her chin on her hand. By the corner of my eyes, I see when another customer pays for his drink and leaves.

The blonde short-haired woman mutters a ‘thank you’ when she sips. Wow, she’s so pretty, I think, unable to hold the sighing that escapes my lips.

“Hey, Y/N. You can handle it?” Fred, the cashier asks me, nodding at the pretty woman in front of me.

I run a hand through my ponytail.

“Sure. You’re free to go, if you want to,” I wave a hand in his direction, shrugging. I get a cloth to clean the counter because I have to leave everything clean for Saturday night. I’m only starting because I still have to clean the floor and the tables.

I sigh sadly when I think about everything I still have to clean.

“Tough night?” I look back at the blonde, bringing the straw to her pink lips. She looks at the badge on my shirt. “Y/N?”

I stare at her until I realize that I actually have to give her an answer, though I couldn’t find the words. I feel my cheeks get warm.

“Uh, Friday night,” I say, attempting to smile. “It’s generally crowded here,” she sips her drink. “What about you?”

She frowns, her nose twitching beautifully in a funny face.

“Boring day. Not worth telling,” she tsked. “Why don’t you serve yourself something?” I blink at the unexpected invitation. “It’s on me.”

I nod as I prepare two Margaritae.

“What’s your name?” I blurt out, feeling her eyes on my back when I turned around.

“Sylvie.”

“Sylvie,” I repeat. “What brought you here tonight?” The blonde gives me a lopsided smirk.

“I just wanted a drink, but I think I got more than I expected,” she winces.

I slid another Margarita at her.

“Yeah?” I hum. “It seems you have a thing for Margarita,” I snorted.

“I have a thing for pretty girls making Margarita.”

“Oh,” I fluster, taking a sip for my drink.

Sylvie watches me, her pink lips sipping from the straw. I wonder what she might be thinking about me if she thinks I’m cute or anything. I certainly should not be hitting on a customer at this hour. I should be cleaning the rest of the tables and going home before I miss the train. But Sylvie… The sight of her awakes something in me.

“So, what are your plans for tonight?” I ask warily.

“Same as yours,” she raises a brow, a sign for me to continue.

“Really? Cuz mine is to clean this place and head home,” I chuckle.

“D’you live really nearby?”

“I sure don’t,” I reply while taking her empty glass to place in the sink. Sylvie scowls.

“No fun?” I raise my head to look at her.

Then, Sylvie is leaning over the counter, fisting my button-up shirt and pulling me close to her face. I stutter when she gets so close to me, Sylvie tilts her head, her blue-green eyes fix on my lips and I couldn’t help but seal our lips together.

Everything seems to happen quickly, and when Sylvie breaks the kiss, she comes around the counter, pressing her body against mine, kissing me again, and unbuttoning my shirt. She rests a hand on my boob, squeezing and stroking it, which made me moan. Well, at least, we are alone here, I think.

My hands grip Sylvie’s waist firmly, keeping our bodies together as she naughtily peppers kisses on my neck. I tilt my head in order to expose more and feel those soft lips on my skin. I lean on to bite her earlobe gently and I feel her hand rub on my tummy, and have her fingers unbuckling my belt.

I gasp when her cold hand touches my clit, but when she starts to play with it and rub her fingers down my folds, it feels so fucking good. I arch against her touch. Sylvie giggles.

“Oh, you like it,” I’m not sure if it’s a question or not, I just nod my head in agreement to whatever she’s saying.

“Please, don’t stop,” I mutter. She slips a finger down my folds, nudging at my entrance. “Fuck, Sylvie,” I say, squeezing my eyes shut, eager for some friction, but my impatience only serves to amuse her.

“You’re so wet, sweetie. C’mon here,” she pressed her thigh between my legs, spreading me open and helpless. “I’ll give ya a treat.”

I can’t help the grasp on her waist when she pushes in a finger inside my wet pussy, nor I can’t help the moans and groans that leave my lips when she thrusts in and out at a slow pace. Almost punishable, as if she wants me to beg her before she adds another finger, sliding in and out of my pussy easily due to the wetness. I pulled her into another kiss, panting at the feeling of her fingers curling inside of me.

She chuckles.

“Oh God, Sylvie, more!” I somehow manage to get the words out, though I’m lost at the pleasure. Completely at her mercy.

Another gush of slick comes dripping from me, and the obscene wet sounds of her fingers pounding in my pussy can be heard. I shove my tongue inside her mouth, tasting the Margaritas in it, and biting her lower lip. My hips stutter when her fingers slam straightforwardly in my sweet spot. I roll my eyes when she flicks her thumb over my clit.

It’s overwhelming. I shiver under her touch at the over sensation. The heat spreads at the bottom of my tummy, and my thighs squeeze her leg as the orgasm hits me.

My legs tremble, and Sylvie pulls her fingers out of me. I didn’t even realize I placed my hands on her shoulders, I blinked several times as reality came to focus. Sylvie’s lopsided smile is too adorable. I feel lightheaded as if all the tension on my shoulders had gone away, a smirk tugs the corner of my lips.

“Having fun?” she asks, raising a brow. She brings her slick fingers into her mouth.

“Very much, but I should--” I started to say, but a camera catches my attention, and fuck. I forgot. “Holy shit, the cameras!” Sylvie follows my gaze.

“I deal with it,” she says. “Tech is my thing.” She leans down the counter, doing something I can’t quite--

She turns around and sticks a napkin in my bra before gently tapping on it.

“Call me,” she winks.

291 notes • Posted 2021-07-08 15:35:50 GMT

This is the end.

Word count: 1530 Pairing: Druig x Eternal!Reader Warning: Angst. Eternals' Spoilers. Summary: Druig finds out Y/N has been hiding something from him.

Request: Can I request what would Druig’s reaction be to having a secret love child with a fellow eternal? Angst, please. A/N: I love writing angsty fics. It's intense.

A family reunion means seeing the others who you haven’t talked to in centuries.

It means watching awkward conversations between Sersi and Ikaris after their separation. It means checking on Thena and Gilgamesh, who you haven’t listened about since they moved to a remote area in Australia. It means Kingo bragging about his movies, even though you haven’t watched any of them. It means Makkari and her collection of lost items in the history of humanity. It means Phastos’ daily struggle about the things he created in the past to help humankind. It means dealing with Sprite’s recklessness.

And Ajak… well, you wished she was here to offer you some piece of advice, not that she hasn’t given you any during these ten years. She was always the first one to remind you that honesty is the best for everyone involved in a situation.

And what a hell of a situation you have...

A family reunion means seeing Druig again after ten years. You surely didn’t want to let him learn about your secret. You kept it a secret for a reason. After all, you and Druig didn’t break up on good terms, and later when you found out you were expecting… Of course, you ran away. You disappeared, made sure he couldn’t find you if he wanted to take back his decision.

But Druig is stubborn, you know it too well, and so you never see him again. You never even heard of him again, not even Ajak had news of him.

You had an idea where he could be. In his sacred exile deep into the forests where he protected a group of humans for generations. The thing is, you wanted a life outside of that. The world was wide and there was so much to explore. You tried to understand Druig’s point. He was a pacifist and that’s why he never felt he had a place between the other Eternals. Druig wasn’t willing to let conflicts happen when he could end it all and put the world at a permanent state of peace. He pondered that when he left, to control mankind. He told you that in one of your rare encounters that were becoming rarer each time.

The weight of years, of centuries, was tearing you apart from each other. There was nothing to be done about it. Not when no one gave in.

You called him selfish, even though you knew he wasn’t. He never was, otherwise he would never look after other humans. A specie he grew to love. It was your jealousy of this love that made you go in separate ways. You were the selfish one, demanding him to give up on his beliefs.

You have always been this mess. Consequently, you pushed everyone away, but Ajak. She’s been the glue to keep all the Eternals together for centuries, and she said you could go and see the world to share this knowledge with her later… Well, that was when the glue melted, sticking you all together through fragile lines.

So here you were with Sersi, Ikaris and Druig. Odd. Because Druig couldn’t stand Ikaris. Sersi excused their unexpected visit, and she explained that she and Ikaris faced a Deviant a couple of days ago, and that they were reuniting everyone. Apparently, Druig joined them while Thena, Gilgamesh and Sprite went after Phastos and Makkari. You were the hardest to find, according to Ikaris.

No wonder why, you thought as you glanced at the clock on the wall, silently praying to Arishem that they were gone before your kid is back from school.

“I’m sorry. Ajak is dead, Y/N,” Ikaris stated.

That’s what you feared when you saw them outside of the house. On your last visit to your leader, you saw the worry and fatigue in Ajak’s features, no matter how much she tried to dismiss it, affirming that she was doing a lot of voluntary work in the communities nearby her house. You couldn’t believe it… Ajak, dead. It didn’t seem right.

“We’re trying to stop the emergence,” Sersi explains. “A new celestial was designed to emerge on this planet, and it will kill everybody here if we don’t attempt to stop it.”

That seems like an obvious choice when you have a kid that lives here.

“How will you stop the emergence of a Celestial, Sersi? That’s not possible,” you raise your head to speak.

“That’s what Druig’s here is for,” Ikaris pats the other man’s shoulder, and Druig pushes his hand away. That’s the first time you’re staring directly at him since they arrived.

His gaze, though, was fixed on you. You couldn’t read his expression, but you could say that he wasn’t feeling comfortable here.

“Druig will put it to sleep,” Sersi says.

“I said I’ll try to do it, not that I can do it,” Druig replies.

It’s a plan. You don’t doubt Druig’s skills, but it seemed too much weight on the back of only one Eternal. You glance at the clock again, narrowing your lips.

“I need to think about it before I make a decision,” you say. You’d rather spend the few days you may have left with your kid than trying to stop something that could not be stopped.

Ikaris doesn’t seem to like your answer, but Sersi, now your new leader, only nods comprehensively. She’s allowing you the free will to decide. Ikaris stands up, straightening his shirt, as Sersi stands, too.

“Don’t take too much time. We’ll wait in the Domo,” Ikaris says, and it sounds a little bit threatening to your ears. Well, not only for yours because Druig throws the fighter a cold glance.

Sersi and Ikaris walk out of the room, letting you alone with Druig. You grit your teeth, another glance at the clock and you know that time’s too close. He’ll know. Actually, he would have known it a long time if he had looked inside your head. He made a promise, though, when you two were still together, he promised he wouldn’t look into your thoughts. You’re glad he kept it until now.

“What’s keeping you from coming with us, Y/N?” He asks politely, a tone of nonchalance hidden in his voice.

“I have my reasons,” you reply. “I have someone to look after.”

Druig looks around, clearly searching for any sign that might indicate if there was someone else in the scene.

He hums, standing up and wandering into the room.

“I thought a lot of you,” he admits, playing with wool yarn he finds in one of the furnitures. His voice softened.

“Druig…” you sigh.

He turns around, looking right at you as he throws the wool yarn to the other hand. You stare at each other until a horn sounds outside, and you turn to know that the kid is running to the front door. You curse under your breath. That’s not how you wanted him to discover. You’ve been a coward for hiding the truth for all these years.

You hear the sounds of footsteps in the hallway before the kid storms into the room, wrapping his arms around your waist in a hug.

“Mom! You won’t believe it. Zoey took her ferret to class today. It was awesome,” the kid tells you excitedly, not even noticing the guest in the room.

You pet his head.

“That’s great. Why don’t you put your things in your room and go get some peas in the yard?” You suggest. “Mom needs to talk to our guest.” The kid turned around, noticing the other presence in the room. He backs away shyly against your legs.

“Hi.”

The resemblance couldn’t be hidden. The little boy is a perfect young copy of the Druig in front of you. Same dark hair and light blue eyes. And you can see that Druig is connecting the dots. His jaw tightens. You tap at your son’s back indicating that he should go and the kid runs up the stairs.

“How old is he?” Druig doesn’t take his eyes off of you. The anger is burning wild behind those globes. The last time you saw so much anger in his gaze was in Tenochtitlan when no one spoke up when Druig blamed the Eternals for all the conflicts.

“Ten,” you mumble.

Druig close his hand into a fist, letting the wool yarn fall on the ground. His eyes glow before he looks into your mind. The last ten years of your life passes through a flash before your eyes, then it’s over. You gasp when you blink and you are back into your living. His wrath is everything that you feel around you.

“How could you’ve kept it from me?” He grits his teeth.

“You’ve always had your beloved humans. I only have him!” You speak louder than usual.

“You took something from me, Y/N,” he shakes his head, disappointed.

It hurts to acknowledge his disappointment in you. It’s clear that he’s not letting it go anytime soon. He’s stubborn, you’ve always known that. He will come back. For the kid.

He starts walking, but stops, breathing hard and without glancing back at you, he finally says the words you dreaded to hear.

“I believe we’re done”

347 notes • Posted 2021-12-02 06:05:08 GMT

Say You Won't Let Go

Word count: 833 Pairing: Druig x Eternal!Reader Warnings: Just fluff. Summary: On the cold days, he brings warmth to Y/N. A/N: I tried really hard not to turn this into angst. Anyway, If you'd like to be added to the taglist, please, send me an ask.

Request: ok but reader and druig in a hades/persephone type of relationship where like everyone misunderstands him but she's the only one to see who he truly is and she loves him for that, and they're always soft for each other even after thousands of years and it's just very fluffy?? aaaaaah, makes my heart go fuzzy.

Druig looks at Tenochtitlan burning below him with his hands clenched into fists as he watches another war and destruction take place. A Pandemonium. Hell above the ground.

He begged to end this, but the others were against him. You, on the other side, are tired of a world evolving through violence. You had to agree when Druig yelled at Ajak if they were really turning the world into a better place through this chaos.

The answer is simple in your eyes: No.

Nothing good could come up from violence, murder and blood smeared on the ground as humankind kills each other in order to achieve power. The others were wrong about it. A pity, you thought, they were too blind by their faith in Arishem.

So when Druig turns his back and walks away, you don’t hesitate to follow him.

“Druig,” you call when you finally reach him. He turns around to face you, a shadow covering his features. “Hey,” you reach his wrist. “You’re right about it.”

Druig sighs, letting his guard down for you. He’s always had a soft spot for you, even though you used to act nonchalantly toward him. It took you a long time to become fond of him. You thought he was wrong, and you even thought he was the villain for a while for questioning a Celestial’s orders. You understand him now.

The world wouldn’t become a better place and humankind wouldn’t become wise through violence. You fell hard for him when you realized that he was right, and Druig… Well, he welcomed this new fondness toward him. Then, you two officialized your relationship to the other Eternals, but it wasn’t nearly cherished as Sersi and Ikaris were.

Druig was different from the others. The fact that you were together made you different beneath the rest of the Eternals’ eyes. There was only one place for you on Earth, and that was by Druig’s side.

Druig wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you close. He places a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger there as you sync your breath with his.

“You’re the only one that gets it,” Druig whispers, pressing your foreheads together. He strokes your cheek with his thumb.

“I’ll always be on your side,” you smile, poking his rib and making him laugh.

“What about the others?” He asks.

You care about others. You usually care too much and that’s why the idea of them seeing you different because of your relationship with Druig bothers you. They were your family, too. They’ve been your family for a thousand years. They are all you know. Ajak’s idea of exploring the world is appealing at the same time terrifying knowing that the chaos is spread out there.

“You should take in Ajak’s offer and explore your world. You and Sprite will make a good duo,” Druig says.

You chuckle.

“I want to stay with you.”

“I know, but you’re free to come and go whenever you want. It’s your choice,” Druig reassures you. “You’ll always find your back, my love.”

You nod before intertwining your fingers. Druig decides to leave and you go willingly with him.

He’s kind. He’s compassionate. You wish the others could see who Druig truly is. You wish they saw what he built and how protective and caring he is. He could’ve controlled the entire planet when he left the Eternals, however, freedom is not something that he could take away. Everybody makes their own choices, and it’s through every experience that humankind can evolve.

So he allows you to go when you want to because he knows that in the end, you will find your way back to him. You’re connected to each other. A strong bond that could never be broken. This type of love is not one that it’s affected by time. No matter how many seasons pass by.

He’s the one who can truly see you. He’s the one that knows how to manage your darkness when you can’t do it by yourself. He’s the one that doesn’t run away from your chaos.

You step into that forest as you do every year. You close your eyes when the strong wind blows on your face, inhaling deeply when the smell of jasmines hits your nostrils. It’s almost as if you can feel nature embracing your existence, touching its delicate fingers against your cold skin and wrapping you in a tight embrace.

You smile when you feel Druig’s arms around your waist, nuzzling your neck and peppering soft kisses on your shoulder to show how much he missed you in the last six months.

“You came,” Druig mumbles against your skin.

You turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. You feel the tug in the corner of his lips. It’s refreshing. A new beginning.

“Well, the rest of the world is freezing,” you whisper, breaking the kiss. “And you’re the only one who can warm my heart.”

453 notes • Posted 2021-12-05 04:38:43 GMT

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