#soft dark!druig

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summary: with the Emergence looming, the Eternals reunite; only Druig knows where you are, but he hasn’t seen you in two centuries, and maybe you like it that way

pairing: druig x eternal! female reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: mentions of war, violence, druig’s use of mind control on reader, that’s all i think? idk

a/n: sooo i don’t think anyone reads druig fics anymore buttt i rewatched Eternals and liked it soo much more on rewatch and im obsessed with druig again so yeaaa i hope yall give it a chance? luv ya ;)

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575 BC - Babylon

Your legs laid out peacefully across the lapaz stone you rested on. Soft chatter filled your ears as village girls twisted your hair into soft braids, weaving bright orange and white flowers in. Your hands fidgeted in your lap as you sat patiently for the young humans. You didn’t mind, every second you spent with them was precious, especially the children.

The girls wrapped the end of your hair, pulling it forward to show you their work. You smiled softly at the youngblood, admiring their fragile work. The humans never ceased to amaze you.

“Il likrubk,” you said sweetly. May the Gods bless you.

As you admired the braid, you began to hear excited yet secretive giggles from the girls circling you. Looking up, you saw the girls chuckling at each other yet trying to hide it from you. You shifted your gaze from them to look to your side, seeing Druig walking over. When you looked back, the girls ran off, leaving a trail of laughter and flowers in their wake. You just smiled smugly to yourself.

“My, my they did a beautiful job on you,” Druig’s voice was intoxicating, it always was to you. Slick and sly, always with a bit of wit and mystery; dripping with a hidden intention only he knew.

“Do the flowers suit me?” you asked.

“Everything suits you, my radiant Y/N,” he said. You ducked your head, desperate to hide the blush blossoming across your cheeks.

He crouched beside you, resting beside you with his charcoal cape flowing across the stone ledge. From the peripheral view of your gaze at the city below, you could see him eyeing you up and down. His eyes were hungry with desire and adoration. His head tilted as he smirked, leaning in and giving you a soft nudge with his shoulder.

“We should get going, back to the Domo. I think Ajak wants to speak with all of us,” you said, nervously trying to shift the mood to hide your butterflies.

“Ahh is that so, dove?” he said, leaning back on his palms and flashing a dangerous smile at you- doused in charm.

“Yes!” you said, hopping up and offering your hand to him. “Now come on, we can brave Icarus’ obnoxious tirades together.”

His head dropped in laughter and suddenly your stomach was twisted in knots, lungs short of breath. He was beautiful. He grabbed your hand and pulled you off towards the ship. You kept it to yourself, but you couldn’t help but relish in his firm and protective grip on your supple hands.

Present Day - Amazon Rainforest

“Druig, this is serious,” Sersi said, standing from her seat in the chapel to face the dark-haired man. 

“I’ll tell you what’s serious. I’ve just been told I’ve been sent on a suicide mission for the past 7000 years, and that my entire existence is a lie,” Druig snapped, confronting her as he stalked forward. He was always able to keep such a serene and stoic demeanor. Yet, seeing his “family” together again after centuries seemed to have left him shaken. There was something eerie about seeing them all together. All except one. “So excuse me for not giving a shit about your plan right now.”

Druig turned and stormed to the door to leave, hoping to erase the encounter from his memory as soon as possible. If only he could warp his mind the way he could others. The sooner he left the room the sooner he could go back to his life, pretending they had never come.

“Don’t you think Y/N would want you to help?” Sersi asked.

Druig froze as his hand hovered at the door. He felt the muscles in his mouth twitch at the mention of your name. Bile in his stomach churned. He tried to stay calm, to keep himself composed, but he couldn’t bite his tongue. Before he could stop himself, he spun around, marching back over to them.

“Don’t mention her. Not to me,” he said, his jaw taut with anxiety and dread. “You don’t know what she’d want. Besides, she’s not even here.”

Sersi couldn’t respond before he had bolted out of the chapel, leaving the barn doors slamming behind him. The tension hung in the room so thick you could almost choke on it. Thena sighed, stroking the lizard perched across her lap, before speaking.

“You should know something about him and Y/N.”

1521 AD - Tenochtitlan

You stood beside Druig, leaning into the hard muscles of his side. You had tried to control your fear, but it always seemed to get the best of you. He kept you grounded- safe and secure. You cherished that, needed that. Especially now.

Thena tried to kill you and Makkari; she attacked the entire group. Druig had to carry you to Ajax himself. You were trembling in his arms as your legs shook and bled. Even now that you were healed, he couldn’t get himself to remove his grip on your waist. You knew she didn’t mean to harm you, she wasn’t herself. This was something else. Mahd Wryry. 

“It is not important if you remember or not,” Ajax said, her hands slipping through Thena’s hair as she tried to calm her. Trying to convince her everything would be okay, that it was no big deal. But how could it not be, she would lose her memories; all the experiences and life that made her Thena. “Your spirit will remain, you will always be Thena deep inside. Trust me.”

“Why should she trust you?”

You looked over, hearing Druig’s deep voice speak up. You could feel his grip on you tighten yet his hands still shook. Your brows furrowed, noticing the tension in his neck and jaw. You tried to stroke his back, to calm him down, but he was already fed up. His hand gave your waist one last squeeze before leaving your side. You suddenly felt the cold chill of his absence as he walked towards Ajax.

“You’re asking her to let you erase who she is,” he said. You knew him better than anyone, you could hear the tremor in his voice. His tone was callous and dripping with resentment. 

“Dru…” you said, trying to get him to relax. Your voice must’ve been too soft to drown out the boisterous drums in his head, playing that same beat of rage and disappointment over and over again.

“Druig, I know you’re upset, but-” Ajax tried to get him to understand, but he wasn’t having it anymore.

“Upset?!” Druig shouted. You were startled, stumbling back a bit at the tone of his voice. “We’ve trusted you for 7000 years, and look where you’ve gotten us.”

You bowed your head, knowing his resentment over the last seven millennia was finally bubbling over and unleashing on everyone in the room. You had listened to his troubles on countless nights. You knew how much it tormented him to watch the humans he cared for so deeply harm and destroy each other. You were always his shoulder to cry on, his to seek solace in. This was nothing new to your ears.

“I’ve watched humans destroy each other when I could stop it all in a heartbeat,” he said. You ducked your head, hearing the shake in his normally strong voice. You knew if you glanced up you’d see that quivering bottom lip you’d become so acquainted with. You couldn’t do it, you just looked down. “Do you know what that does to someone after centuries?”

You noticed Sersi and Phantos glancing at you, perhaps hoping you’d step in. They all knew of your confusing relationship. You’d never labeled it, never defined it out loud. Never confessed undying love in a secluded dwelling, soon to wed surrounded by family. But there was something. Something that kept you tied at the hip, something that allowed him to hold your hand and rest his head in your lap. There was something undeniable.

But you couldn’t say anything; to an extent, you understood Ajax. Druig knew you didn’t adore his power. You would never hold it against him, you’d never blame him for what Areshem gave him. But you believed it was a gift that had to be used responsibly. You had expressed to him it was something you believed should only be used in dire circumstances- to save a life or prevent disaster. But you knew something that made humans so special was their conscious free will and autonomy. You couldn’t rob them of that.

“Could our mission have been a mistake?” Druig asked, “Are we really helping these people build a better world, huh?” 

You glanced up to see he had turned to look at you. The single tear slipping down his cheek stung in your chest. You could see it in his eyes as if he was pleading for you to say something. To beg him to calm down, to just talk. To take his hands and pull him to you. But you didn’t.

Druig’s jaw clenched as he turned on his heels, making his way out of the temple and down the steep set of stairs. His thick cape wrapped against your legs on his way out. You couldn’t hear his words as he stepped outside, the raging war filled your mind as you contemplated your role in your mission.

“It ends now,” Druig said. 

Suddenly, you hear the clashing of swords and screaming come to a halt. You knew his eyes would be glowing a vibrant gold if you could see them. Before you could say anything, Ikaris swept past you; his arm slammed Druig into the stone wall behind them. You felt your stiff legs break free, bringing yourself to the pair desperate to break them up.

“Let them go,” Ikaris said.

“You’re gonna have to make me,” Druig said. 

“Please stop!” you said, coming up beside them. Your hand reached for Druig’s but Ikaris stood between you. You felt Ajax approach behind you, sending Ikaris a stern look. He backed away, leaving the three of you. You stepped forward, taking Druig’s hand in yours. It shook as it gripped yours with vigor. 

“If you want to stop me, you’re gonna have to kill me,” Druig said. 

His hand slipped from your grasp. He turned away from you with a soft look before descending the temple. You watched as his eyes glowed and the humans below stood in wait for him. You glanced back at Ajax, your eyes pleading for her to stop him. But she did nothing, instead nodding for you to follow him. You ran down the stairs, your legs still weak and recovering. You stumbled as you chased him.

“Druig!” You shouted as you caught up to him, “Please wait!” 

Hearing your messy footsteps, he stopped and turned to see you. Worry overtook his eyes as he watched your weak legs attempt to keep up with him. Quickly, he met you a few stairs up; his hands grasped your arms to hold you steady.

“Hey, what are you doing? You’re recovering,” he said, his concern for you halting his current plans. The yellow in his eyes dulled away as he looked at you. His brows trembled and unease widened his eyes.

“Druig, please don’t leave,” you said. Your hands reached for the fabric of his cape, as if holding him tight enough would keep him there with you. “Tensions are high right now, I get that. But please don’t leave.”

“I have to go, dove,” he said. His thumbs rubbed soft circles into your arms.

“Don’t leave me,” you said. 

Druig’s gaze dropped, returning to your shaking legs. His stomach knotted and his chest ached at the thought of leaving you. Not being there to hold you in the night. To see your smile each time you saw the sparkling constellations in the sky. To soak in the look you reserved just for him, teeming with adoration and something else he was too afraid to name.

“Come with me,” he said, still guarding his gaze.

“Druig, this isn’t the answer,” you said.

Finally, he locked eyes with you again. He could no longer hide the red burning in his eyes, the tears coming to the surface. You knew this wasn’t the way, isolating himself, taking control of humans. You knew this wasn’t the answer. Not for the rest of time.

“You should stay,” you said, desperate to get him to listen. 

“You won’t come?” he asked.

You just looked down. 

He had his answer. Before you could get another word in, he took you and sat you on the steps. Steadying you into a more stable position. His hand tangled into the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you close one last time and pressing a long kiss to your forehead. You felt his tears soak into your skin before he pulled away. His hand began to slip from yours as he turned to leave, but you stopped him. Perhaps one last attempt to keep him there with you.

“Please, Druig,” you said. He glanced up, noticing Ajax watching the two of you from the temple.

“Sersi will help you down,” he said, swiping his thumb tenderly across your hand before pulling it away.

And just like that, he was gone. 

Present Day

Druig leaned against a sturdy tree, staring up at the stars peaking through the brush above him. He couldn’t shake your voice from his head.

You were right. 

This wasn’t the way. He had kept those people safe, he knew that. But as Sersi asked him to free them as the Deviant raided their village, he felt it. For the first time, he felt like the bad guy. He couldn’t shake the thought. He knew if you were there, if he had listened to you, none of this would have happened. 

Perhaps Ajax would still be alive. Gilgamesh definitely would be. That was on him.

“Druig?” the voice startled him, shaking him from his thoughts as he saw Sersi approaching. She quietly stood beside him, glancing up at the stars he had just been studying.

“She was right,” Druig said, sinking to the ground as he hugged his knees to his chest. “Maybe I’m just as bad as the deviants.”

“What?” Sersi said, resting a hand on his knee. “Who said that?”

Druig just glanced at her, swallowing the hard lump forming in his throat.

“She would never, ever say something like that to you, Druig,” Sersi said. “Y/N adores you.”

“She didn’t have to say it,” Druig said, fidgeting with the pendant on the cord dangling from his neck. The soft texture of the blue and white glass slipped between his fingers. “How could she not think that?”

“Druig, Thena told us what happened in Molyvos, Y/N wrote to her. When was the last time you saw her?” 

“I don’t know, at least a century. She used to come visit here, but after a while, she stopped. I went to see her in Greece. That was the last time I saw her.”

Sersi sighed, watching as Druig clutched at the necklace in his hand. 

“We need to find her Druig. And we need you, please. For Y/N?”

1826 - Molyvos, Greece

Druig watched as your feet danced down the stone steps of the village to greet him, the thick linen of your skirts tickling your ankles as they flowed around you.

“You came!” you said, giggling as you reached him.

He couldn’t contain the infectious smile that seemed to spread across his face at the sight of you. His hands grabbed for your soft body, lifting you as he held you close. Your laugh trickled into his ear as you burrowed your face into the crook of his neck. He took in the potent scent floating off you as he set you down; seawater, wood, and roses. 

“So this is where you’ve been spending your time lately, huh?” he said, nudging you with his shoulder. You smiled to yourself as you took his hand. 

“This island is so calm. It’s what you’ve always wanted,” you said, leading him up the stairs.

-

You’d spent the following days guiding him through the village and showing him your life; how it intertwined with the people in your small community. Fishing, sewing clothing, and selling fruits at the market. It was peaceful, something he’d always longed for. 

You reminisced on your days together all those centuries ago. Holding his head in your hands, soothing the pounding aches in his head from all the thoughts of others swirling through his mind. You knew it couldn’t have been any better back in the forest. 

Sure, all the times you visited it was calm. But was that where he belonged? Isolated with no one to watch over him and make sure he was safe. You saw how drained he’d been, taking care of everyone else. And you couldn’t shake the feeling that the village would be fine without him. Not that he wasn’t valuable, but they needed to live a life of their own. So did he.

You’d hoped bringing him here would convince him. Give him the push he needed to finally leave it all behind and focus on him. To let the village flourish on its own. 

You sat with him on the stone wall along the steps winding up to your home. Overlooking the sea below you, the waves crashing against the harbor and swaying the fishing boats tethered to the docks. The winding branches of white wisterias shaded the two of you, petals of the flowers occasionally blowing across your face in the wind.

You glanced over to Druig, the tunic he wore loose on his chest. His hands, normally wringing in his lap, were soft and relaxed. He gazed around the island before him, a smile subtly placed on his face. He may have been the mind reader, but you were his. You knew him so well, that you could read him like an open book. Even if he didn’t want you to. He was happy. You knew he wanted to stay.

“This is for you,” You said, reaching out to hand him the small trinket. He turned to see your sweet face, your eyes sparkling as the sun danced in your irises. He looked down to see you’d placed a small glass pendant in his hands. He studied the object, smiling to himself as he turned it in his fingertips.

“It’s an evil eye, the humans here believe it will protect you from evil spirits,” you said as you watched him. “It has to be gifted to you by someone, so I wanted you to have this.”

“It’s beautiful, dove,” he said. 

Red splashed across your cheeks like watercolors at the name. He had always loved calling you that, watching you fluster before him in search of a response.

“You should stay,” you said, glancing down at your hands. You picked at the lace trim of your long blouse. You’d thrown the thought out into the open, and expressed your deep desire to him. You just hoped if he was going to reject you, it wouldn’t be as painful as you imagined.

“Y/N, you know I can’t,” he said. Quickly, he slipped the pendant into his pocket and stood from his seat on the wall. He felt the sudden urge to flee, to return to the village. He couldn’t be there any longer. Because if he had to say no to you again, to leave you while you begged for him to stay another time, he would crumble. How could he not when he was denying everything inside of him that pleaded for him to just stay?

You began to panic as he walked off. You couldn’t let him leave again.

“Dru please, you can’t keep doing this,” you said, following after him. “You have to live your life.”

“I have a life, that village is my life,” he said, turning back to you.

“You should let them go, Druig. It’s time,” you said, taking a step forward. “Come stay with me.”

“Y/N, that village is important to me,” he said, struggling to find a reason you weren’t right. Deep down, he knew you were right. 

“And I’m not?” you asked.

Druig furrowed his brows in distress, fearing he couldn’t make the right decision. Why couldn’t he just stay? Just be happy here with you? 

As the thoughts swirled in his mind, he felt the tension in his head building. The headache pounded harder in his skull as he watched you turn on your heels and make your way up the stairs. With a hand holding the tender space on his forehead, he chased after you.

“Dove, please wait,” he said.

“Just go, Druig,” you shouted over your shoulder. “If that’s what you want, then go!”

“Please, just stop!” he said. He could feel the pain building, the panic in his chest growing. He couldn’t leave you on a bad note again.

He pleaded behind you as you left him, chasing you up the stairs and begging for you to just stop.

“Y/N please!” He shouted desperately. 

Suddenly, you stopped. As if your body wasn’t your own, you turned to face him. His eyes were glowing yellow and you couldn’t move. 

Before you could even grasp what was happening, it was over. You shook your arms as control returned. Druig’s eyes were his normal blue. But they were distressed, regretful, and panicked. He messed up.

He controlled you.

You froze, this time of your own doing, considering what had just happened.

“Dove, I’m so, so sorry,” he said, rushing towards you; the realization of what he’d accidentally done dawned on him. 

Quickly, you took a fidgety step back away from him. He paused, taking in the situation. You were afraid of him. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, tearing his eyes from your line of sight. “I didn’t realize I, I’m sorry.”

Finally coming back to yourself, you tried to reach for his hand. But he had already left.

Present Day - Belfast, Ireland 

Druig walked up the steps to the ornate building in front of him. Sprite and Thena followed behind as he took in the large campus. It was only fitting that you'd end up teaching at a university. You were one of the smartest people he knew. And you loved to watch the humans grow and learn.

He waited on the steps as students filed out of the building. Sprite had figured out when your class would let out. Now he just had to wait. 

The sea of lively students chatted amongst themselves as they rushed from the doorway, he desperately searched the crowd for your familiar face. When he finally saw you, it was as if the breath was knocked from his lungs.

You hadn’t changed much. But two centuries of fashion did take him by surprise. Instead of the modest, linen dresses he’d last seen you in on the coast of Greece, you wore a loose pair of grey pants, a long and flowing cream blouse, and brown flats. He never got tired of seeing how each culture and century dressed you.

Before he could turn back to the women behind him, he felt something tick in his brain. When he glanced back at your face, he saw your eyes meeting his. He could have sworn his brain was malfunctioning, you smiled at him.

You stopped in your tracks as you took him in through the crowd of people passing between you. He looked the same. The same clothing, the same hair. But what was new was the evil eye strung around his neck. 

You couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face as you locked eyes with his blue ones. Your head gestured back to the building behind you, before turning back inside hoping he’d follow.

-

“So you’re saying I’m a robot?” you asked Sprite as you leaned against the counter behind you.

“Well, kinda,” she said, trying to help you grasp the situation. “But that doesn’t matter. You need to come with us.” 

You glanced to Thena for her opinion. Her lips became a flat line as she nodded in agreement with Sprite.

The young eternal kept rambling, but you weren’t processing it. You couldn’t stop staring at Druig. He paced around the art studio, taking in all the large canvases that sat on easels and racks. 

“Could we have a minute?” you asked the two, still looking at Druig. He froze at your request, making it clear he was still listening despite how he tried to keep up his aloof demeanor.

Sprite scoffed as she made her way out of the room, pretending to gag as she glanced at Druig and you. Thena smiled to herself, giving your shoulder a soft squeeze as she followed Sprite out.

Druig stirred by the window, unable to face you yet.

“I missed you,” you said. Your head tilted as you continued to examine his movements. He was nervous, it was obvious ashe fidgeted and picked at his cuticles. 

“Did you get my letters?” You asked.

He paused. Of course, he got your letters. Every single one. They were bundled together with string and tucked under his pillow back at the village. 

You never went a month without sending one. Ever since he left that island that day. You’d told him of your travels, everywhere you ended up over the decades. He’d read them all by candlelight after the village had long turned in for the night. He ruminated over each word; all the smudges of ink by your shaky hands, all the chicken scratch handwriting as you always wrote too fast in an attempt to catch up with your thoughts. He got every single letter. And he could recite them all if you asked.

“I’m sorry,” he said, finally turning to face you. 

Your smile faltered as he began to unravel.

“Druig,” you said, trying to stop him.

“No, I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know how many times I can say it,” Druig took slow steps towards you as if preparing himself for you to stumble away from him again. But you didn’t

“I didn’t mean it, it just happened. I was overwhelmed and I couldn’t handle everything, but it’s no excuse. And I just-”

“Dru, it’s okay,” you were suddenly in front of him, your hands taking his. The tremors he could seem to control all those decades suddenly stopped.

“I’m not mad, it’s okay. I understand,” you said.

“I let them go. I’m done, Y/N,” he said, stepping closer to you. “I don’t wanna be a monster, dove.”

Your heart fluttered at that damn nickname. You fucking missed it.

“You were never a monster, Druig. What you can do, what you have to deal with. I’ll never understand it. But I just want what’s best for you,” you slipped a hand through his soft hair as it fell in front of his face. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“I missed you, so fucking much,” he said, resting his forehead to yours. 

You chuckled to yourself, brushing your nose against his as you smiled. Your lips slowly slipped across his, as if asking for permission. As if he’d been waiting for the moment, Druig pulled you close, his lips hungry for you. 7000 years of hunger.

When you finally pulled back, he was smirking like an idiot. You took your hand and ran your thumb across his red lips. He chuckled to himself.

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/N,” he said, his grip on your waist tightening. His accent slurred as he smiled against your cheek.

“What?” you asked, a soft laugh slipping from your lips.

“You’re gonna get killed with me trying to stop this emergence?” he said, jokingly.

“Oh absolutely.”

“I’d kill any celestial if it meant not forgetting you.”

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hope you liked it heheh its not the best but hey, a new character :)

[redheadspark]

for your March Prompts.

11. running hands through their hair with Druig. I miss that man lol

A/N - YAY STELLA! I do like this for our boy! Thanks for requesting this, bestie!

Touch

Summary - Who knew a simple touch of your fingers would bring the Mind Control to his knees.

Warnings - just fluff :)

You knocked a few times before you pressed your ear against the door, hearing nothing but snoring on the other side.

“I’m telling you, he can sleep through a hurricane if you let him,” Thena hummed as she walked past you and down the hall to the Meeting Room, you grinning as she looked over her shoulder at you with a wink in her eye.  Still, you checked your watch and saw it was way past his time to be awake and help with the chores around the Domo.  If he were to sleep in for a few meow minutes, you knew Makkari would rip him a new one.

Pushing the door open slightly, it slid to the side for you as you poked your head into the dark room.  The stars that were passing by seemed to be the only source of light in the room, the dark covers on the bed were evidently bunched around a pale body as the soft humming of Eternal Energy that seemed to float in all of the ship was mixed in with the sound of soft snoring.  

You smiled, knowing that if Druig was snoring, he was in deep sleep.

As you walked over to be perched on the side of the bed, you saw his brown mop of hair against the black. Pillow and his face squished into the pillow.  His bare back was evident, pale against the dark sheet with small evident scars from the fight on the beach two days before.  You looked at the slashes along his backside and arms, the armor still keeping him alive and yet not strong enough to leave being the evidence of assault that he endured from Ikaris.  

Your fingers were moving over to hover over his skin, not touching his skin to wake him just yet but simply feeling the body heat that was radiating was almost like a heater.  Yet you found the one place where you knew would bring Druig to his knees and make him reset in his own mind.

Your fingers in his hair.

For as long as you knew Druig and fell into a relationship with him, running your fingers in his hair was something that always took out the bravado in him and made him beyond vulnerable.  He always stood tall, even should the calmer side and any of his insecurities or pains.  Perhaps he made him look aloof at times, or even stand-offish, but he meant well. He had to always stay a step ahead of others since he controlled the minds of others around him.  

But there was always tension in his shoulders, along his spine, and even knitted in his brows when the day would be long or stressful.  You could tell he needed to simply be at peace within his mind and to unwind, and you thought at one moment to run your fingers in his hair at one time when you two were hugging one another in the hallway of the Domo. 

Without even thinking about it, you rang your fingers in his hair as he hugged you close, you feeling him shiver against your hold.  You thought you pushed it a bit too far, only thinking of giving him some kind of comfort as Druig pulled away and stared at you with wide eyes and parted lips.  Something in his blue eyes made you lose your train of thought.

“I’m sorry—“ You were about to apologize to him since it felt like you overstepped by touching him and his hair.  But he shut you up instantly as he kissed you passionately, you falling against him as he pressed you against the wall and kissed you again and again away from prying eyes.

The rest was history.  

It was now you own hidden secret that you kept from others, something you had no problem in hiding it within yourself.  Having Druig as your better half seemed too good to be true, almost like the missing puzzle you were looking for all the time you were on Earth.  But he snuck into your heart easily, swiftly, all from you simply running your fingers in his hair to bring him calm and ease.  And since you then knew he liked the touch of your fingers along his scalp, you would do it anytime you could.  Not in front of the others, but when it was just the pair of you.  

You rang your fingers in his hair to fish out the sand and rock rubble that was buried in his locks after a Nast fight against a Deviant.  You dug your fingers into his locks when he would make love to you and bring you to new heights in your shared bed.  You massaged his scalp when he was in tears and hugged you tightly, watching humans hurt one another with no way of stopping it himself.  

It brought him comfort, it brought him peace, and most importantly, it brought him home.  

Once again, you touched his locks delicately and in a soothing rhythm as he hummed and mumbled in his sleep.  

“Druig, it’s time to wake up, darling,” You whispered to him, touching his hair again and then massaging his scalp soothingly as he grumbled.

“What time is it?” He asked groggily, you chuckled as you leaned over to press light kisses along his cheeks and then on the tip of his nose.

“Time for you to wake before Makkari finds you slacking in your chores,” You reminded him, seeing him crack a smile at the mention of his best friend with his eyes still closed.  He finally cracked open one eye, and you saw the rare blue orb he had as he blinked twice while adjusting to the darkness of the room.  It made your inside warm from the sight, seeing how restful he seemed to be for the first time in some time. 

Being in the jungle together for 500 years running a village, trying to save the world from a near Emergence, and fighting Ikaris to the point of death.  You knew Druig carried plenty of weight on his shoulders for some time with no remorse, Now he had nothing else to carry, nothing else to fret over, and it was clearly seen in how he would sleep like the dead.

You moved to lay next to him on the bed, nose to nose with him as he wrapped a bare arm around you to tuck you in close.  You breathed in his scent and watched the small moles along his skin and the bright blues in his eyes.  

“You’ve rested well,” You commented, seeing him smile at you from his spot against the pillow, “I think rest suits you well, darling,”

“Thanks to you,” he mentioned with his head nodding in your direction, “I’m in good health now thanks to your healing hands on me,”

“Cocky,” You teased, though he rolled his eyes and moved to lay on his side.  His stare never left you as you were both entangled with one another on the bed, the humming of the Domo still going on in the room.  You both would wake up like this in the past, from being in this room so long ago together in your earlier years as a couple, to the small yet comfortable bed you had together in your shack back in the Amazon.  Yet it was the best way to wake up or fall asleep: with Druig.

“You’re well though, right?” You asked him, seeing him search your eyes and hear the hesitance in your voice.  He nodded, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose as his fingers were running up and down your arms and sides.

“I’m right here breathin’,” He reassured you calmly, you knowing it was true and he was never one to hide anything from you, “I have you to thank for that, sweetheart.  Though we both know Ikaris can’t hold a point against me,”

“Druig,” you light warned him, not wishing to think of this as a light moment but as something that was nestled deep inside of you that made you worry for him.  

“I’m fine, I promise,” He swore to you as he knew you wouldn’t budge when it came to him, “You’ve taken care of me all this time since we’ve been together, I won’t find the right words to think you,”

“No need,” You hummed, moving your fingers up to run into his hair again.  He was melting at the feeling, almost like a cat purring.  To think that the mind-controlling Eternal who had walls up all the time would let those walls crumble from a simple touch of your fingers.  It was both entrancing and therapeutic at the same time to both Druig and yourself.  

“You keeping doin’ that, I’ll fall asleep again,” He mumbled, curling into you a bit more as a blissed-out look was on his face.  You giggled, attempting to move your finger out of his hair just to see his reaction.  He huffed grasping your wrist as you laughed.

“Don’t you dare,” He warned lightly, the pair of your laughing in your room.

The End

Spring Prompt Session

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a body with two souls

summary: there are stories about who druig truly is, he lets you see a glimpse of the truth pairing: druig x male reader word count: 1.3k warnings: 18+ warning, mutual masturbation, mind control, dom!druig, kinda dark if u put your mind into it, if u dont like ignore a/n: part three im back!

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Stars don’t fall for men, and gods don’t come down from the heavens for men. There were stories passed down in the commune, that the leader was a god that came down with other gods. That they were there when the first civilizations were forged, guiding man as they advanced.

The leader had always loomed in the community like a shadow, with his dark robes and his black hair against his pale skin, he was like some dark angel on Earth. He would walk around and deal with troubles in the community, settling disputes and administering justice. You’ve grown fond of him, he was always gentle to you, his soft voice always over your shoulder showering you with praises as you cooked for everyone. 

After everyone was served dinner he thanked you for the wonderful meal and asked if you would meet him before midnight outside his cabin. You stood outside his door under the moonlight, it grew quite dark in the commune at night when the torches were turned off. His voice creaked in the door like he instantly knew of your presence. Come in, his voice echoed in your head. 

You opened the door to his cabin, it was a small space. There was a fireplace at the back of the room with an antique throne chair near it, his bed at the side with animal furs as rugs. There were some old relics on a shelf along with some old leather-bound books. Some torches lit the room, the cold air leaving your skin in exchange for the heat of the fire. 

“How was your day?” he asked, approaching you with a swiftness that felt inhuman. His hand reached for yours, warm around your cold palms. His blue eyes were set on yours. “Dinner was splendid as always.”

“It was good,” you said, your voice hitched at the end of the sentence. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Well, you’re always splendid,” he said smiling. Your eyes were set on your feet avoiding his gaze. His index finger touches your chin, lifting it so that your eyes meet his. “Let me see those pretty eyes.”

You swore for a second that his eyes glimmered a faint gold. 

“Do you know what people say about me?” he asked, leaving you to place more wood on the fire. There were indeed whispers about Druig. That he was a god with the power to influence people’s minds, or that he was one of the angels that rebelled against god. 

“They say you were a trickster, that you toyed with man’s deepest desires,” you said. He hovered around you, his cold presence made the hairs on your skin rise. “Or that you’re a fallen angel.”

“I’m no angel,” he laughs. “But I do know everyone’s deepest fantasies.”

“How so?”

“Not important—but it is interesting that you find the idea of me seducing you somewhat arousing,” he whispered to your ear. You fell back in shock, your back falling into his chest. He trails his nose on the skin on your nape, taking in your scent. 

You had thought about it, his dominating presence was arousing to you. You would sometimes think of it at night as you touched yourself, wanting him to take you for his. Maybe the whispers were right, he truly was a trickster god. 

“What a naughty boy you are,” he smirked, he traced his fingers on your arm, his light touches drove you insane. You wanted him to touch you so bad. “If I told you that the whispers are true would you run away from me?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No, sir.”

He walked around so that his body was in front of you, towering over you. “Do you trust me?” he said, his hands cupping your face. 

“Yes, sir.”

He takes you near the fireplace, taking a seat on the throne chair, legs sprawled. Kneel, his voice whispered inside your head, as if it were your thoughts. Tonight you give up yourself to me, that is what you want right? You nod, looking up at him as you knelt. 

Show me how you pleasure yourself to the thought of me. 

Your cock throbbed inside your pants, you palmed it to the sound of his voice inside your head. You took out your sex and started stroking, it was achingly hard. You let saliva drip out of your lips to your cock, the slippery sensation drawing out moans from you. You see him start to palm his erection, looking at you with a smirk on his lips, something about this amused him. 

He took out his thick cock and started to stroke it at the very same pace you were stroking. His free hand cupped his balls as his pink tip glistened against the fire. In your head, you would have crawled to him and taken him into your mouth. You felt drunk like any sense of inhibition was taken away from you as your fingers wrapped around your cock.

Would you give yourself up to me? 

You nodded like a hungry dog, eyes beady in front of him. Druig looked down onto the moaning mess at his feet, cock leaking, your face flushed as your hand pumped your sex. He wanted to take things further, control your mind to his pleasure. To place himself inside your body for him to control, he had never done it with anyone, but your pleading eyes made him almost lose it.

“Please use me, sir.”

That was it. You saw his eyes fully glow a bright gold, like shining stars in front of you. Your body felt light like your soul lifted from your body. You were fully aware of your body’s sensations but you couldn’t move your limbs. Druig was in control of your body, he could feel your hardness alongside his. With his own will, your hands started to stroke your cock, his hand stroking his own at the same pace. It felt like someone else’s hands were stroking you, it was a strange but satisfying feeling. 

Your body felt insane, like your body had two souls, your and his taking control of your body. Your hips started to thrust into your hand, you were fully fucking your hand like it were someone's body. Druig’s hand was already wet with precum, the slippery sounds of your cocks filled the room alongside the sounds of burning wood. The sight was intoxicating to Druig, a moaning mess, you were. Your body crawled nearer to him, his hand running through your hair as he pumped his cock. 

Your whole arm was moving like clockwork, stroking your member to the point that it was aching red, leaking precum on the carpeted floor. Druig was close, his hips bucking into his hand as his chest heaved. You were already panting, sweat dripping down your forehead. You looked up at him, mouth agape as you reached for air. Druig projected his pleasure to your mind, the feeling was so alien to your body that it drew your mind to a blur, the pleasure coursing through your body like a strange wave of electricity. 

The feeling of the two of you nearing climax in your feeble mundane mind was sending you into ecstasy, you were panting like crazy, Druig too. He was groaning under his breath, his thick cock blushing pink as he stood up holding your head. At the same stroke of your hands, you shot cum on his leather boots crying out in pleasure, as Druig let out a loud groan of pleasure as his cum released into your mouth, some smearing across your face. 

You dropped down to the carpet floor in fatigue, chasing your breath after what happened. Druig picked you up and carried you to his bed, cleaning you up with a damp cloth. He later joined you in bed, stroking your hair as he whispered praises into your ear. Myths were right, the trickster god did indeed toy with people’s pleasure. 

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Rp Search

In this year of Our Lord 2023, Omegle has fallen. (RIP) So here I am, laying all of this out, desperate to find more rp partners. I am 27, so I am only really interested in rping with people that are 21+. I am interested in both fandom and OC rps, depending on the mood and all of that. I will list the fandoms I'm looking for, as well as who I play, and general themes. I am a third person, literate roleplay, I stick to 1-2 paragraphs, but the length can always fluctuate depending on the roleplay and my roleplay partners. When it comes to RPs, I like them light and soft. I also like them dark and heavy, with lots of Whump, Angst, and Hurt/Comfort, as well as some darker themes that would require trigger warnings, all of which will be discussed privately, of course.

I prefer MxM for fandom rps, although there are some small exceptions for specific ships. I"m more open to MxF and FxF, and other pairings with more OC rps. With most Fandom Rps, I am looking for Shipping Rps, aka a Merthur rp, Kylux Rp, etc

Fandoms!

Fandom: Who I play

Teen wolf: Stiles Stilinski The Old Guard: Nicky Star Wars: Luke Skywalker, Armitage Hux Umbrella Academy: Klaus Stranger Things: Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington The Hobbit: Bilbo Baggins The Witcher: Jaskier Kingsman: Eggsy Unwin ATLA: Sokka Our Flag Means Death: Lucius Spriggs Gotham: Oswald Cobblepot Merlin: Merlin Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid Hannibal: Will Graham Arcane: Viktor Spider-Man: Peter Parker (NOT MCU) GOT: Sansa (only paired with Sandor Clegane) The Eternals: Makkari (only paired with Druig) Detroit Become Human: Connor Good Omens: Aziraphale Agents of Shield: Fitz (as gay and not paired with Simmons) FAHC: Jack (fem) Yugioh: Joey Wheeler Person of Interest: Harold Finch Haikyuu: Suga, kenma X-men: Charles Xavier The Boys: Hughie White Collar: Neal The Goldfinch: Theo Hunter X Hunter: Kurapika, Shalnark Barry: No-ho Hank IT: Eddie Hawaii 5-0: Danny Daredevil (netflix): Foggy, James Wesley Fantastic Beasts: Credence Vikings: Athelstan OC Fandoms! Hit me up if you want to talk about rps in any of these. In these sorts of rps I am 110% down to double up if you play canon against my oc, all of which can be talked and discussed privately! Marvel Xmen GOT Star Wars Barry General Rps! I am a huge fan of brainstorming rps with general themes! Fantasy Horror Drama Sci-fi Cyberpunk Etc! Please please just reach out and I'm always going to be happy to brainstorm! If you made it this far, thank you so much! If you are interested, like this, leave a comment, send me a dm, or add me on discord @ sunnflow3rshowers !

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Feedback Fest 2024

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

Like a River Flows by brooklinegirl

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

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

the soft animal of your body by howodd5ever

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

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

no one lights a candle to remember by asravine

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

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

A Flawed Mosaic by AHumanFemale

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

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

Darling You Will Bury Me Before I Bury You by Stablersbensons

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

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a god at your altar by thedaisywitch

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

Looking Back, Seeing Far by FriendlyNeighborhoodFangirls

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

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

all that laughter crumbling through your fingers by philthestone

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

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

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Persephone!Eternal (Sephia) & Hecate!Eternal (Kaetlyn) Vaguely Sapphic Friendship Headcanons

(AKA: Just All-Powerful Immortal Gals being All-Powerful Immortal Pals/Necessary Rundown of these Besties Powers & Dynamics)

Warning(s): mad bad b*tch energy, gals being gals, neurodivergent reader/OC being neurodivergent, Kaet is her own warning honestly, Druig x Hecate!Eternal & Ikaris x Persephone!Eternal if you squint

So, let’s review these two beautiful, i n c r e d i b l e, powerhouse Eternal goddesses, shall we?

Persephone!Eternal Reader (AKA Sephia) is an INFJ Thinker Eternal who can control crops and plants, as well as make any plant in any environment thrive. However, being the smart cookie she is, she knows that plants need to fit in their surrounding environment in order for an ecosystem to properly thrive and humanity to properly evolve from there. She does this through a very unique ability of actually listening to that specific region’s terrain depending where she is on Earth. Each specific region/different terrain has their own unique personality. Sephia listens and makes the plants/crops and can control from there. And yes, this technically also makes her an earthbender. She also has some neurodivergent tendencies, and has a lot of trouble connecting with her fellow Eternals, and especially humans. Although her mind works differently, she is extremely brilliant and find connections that most of the others in the team could never consider.

Hecate!Eternal Reader (AKA Kaetlyn) is an ENFP Fighter Eternal who has umbrakinesis (the ability to generate and manipulate shadows/darkness). She can control the shadows of her surroundings whether the objects are sentient or non-sentient. She can also use her shadows to create portals as a way to teleport, or she can merge with them and shadow travel. She is also incredibly intuitive and ambitious, always wanting to know more. It was through her perserverance to gain knowledge that she attracted the attentions of Agamotto, Freja, and Dormammu as her three teachers in the mystic arts. By the time she left with Druig, she had amassed such a huge amount of power and knowledge that she was sworn to make her identity unknown unless there was absolutely no other way. She was also the Eternal who founded many medicines and surgical techniques, as well as delivered the earliest human women’s children.

If you are still here, great! Let’s move forward!

Ok first things first, these two practically INVENTED the idea of best friends. They literally love each other so much, there are no words. These two make the term “opposite attract” because they are the perfect inverse of each other.

Also, how these two act around one another is pretty much the number one reason why Druig and Kaetlyn took so damn long to get together in the first place. If you don’t include the fact that the two dumbasses are also just oblivious idiots.

Sephia is very uncomfortable with social interaction, with both her family and humans. But all that goes out the window when she is around Kaetlyn.

Kaetlyn is insanely touchy and affectionate, she will never NOT shower Sephia with praise and love when they are together.

She will also typically be the one to initiate the affectionate acts, but Sephia has moments when she first acts too.

These two at any time of the day will likely be doing any of the following: holding hands; lying on each other’s laps; take naps while lying on said laps; dancing with each other; kissing each other on the nose, cheek, back of hand, hand’s palm, forehead, hair, etc.; arms wrapped around each other’s waist while chin placed in neck crook; finding free time to go on picnics; whispering inside jokes and giggling; giving each other flowers; feeding each other; wiping each other's tears; linking pinkies; linking arms; forehead touches; tender stares; sharing soft smiles; braiding each other’s hair; going shopping with each other; sleeping in the same bed

Honestly, the list could go on forever

Why would these two lovely ladies sleep in the same bed? Well that easy to answer! See Kaet may have dissected too many deviants and preserved them in so many jars to the point her old room had been secretly converted to a mad doctor’s surgical suite. As a result, she'll just sleep over at Sephia’s room.

Sephia had ZERO problem with this arrangement, and the girls tried their very best to keep it a secret. Granted she made sure Kaet thoroughly washed herself of any blood stains and bodily fluids because Sephia refuses to cuddle Kaet smelling like rotting flesh and chemicals.

But Ajak found out when Kaet had to leave for an emergency deviant ambush, and Cerbie wandered into her room because he missed his mama’s scent and he left the door opened a crack.

The reveal wasn’t that bad, but Phastos did in fact scream and faint, and Kaet thought it would be funny for him to wake up on her metal surgical table, only for Phastos to scream even louder and faint again.

Kaet is the definition of a mad lass menace

She did end up getting a new bedroom, but she still liked to sometimes have sleepovers with Sephia.

Kaet was so happy to get her lab approved, but she thought that Sephia deserved a place to conduct her own research too.

So naturally she fills Sephia’s room with her experimental crops to convince Ajak to get Phastos to make her another room so that this old new room can be used for plant research.

This poor man is so tired y’all

He just wants to go to one week without Kaet causing him a migraine but he loves her like a sibling

A very annoying younger sibling who won’t stop attempting to give him a heart attack

Also, because Sephia is so introverted, she will not go to social engagements

And if she’s there, it was done by one of the following: 1) forced by Ajak, 2) dragged by Sersi, 3) attached by Kaet’s side for the entire night

If at any point she loses sight of Kaet, she will freeze and just dart to the nearest empty corner to plan out her escape

But sometimes she will be approached by Ikaris, and she'll stay because he makes her feel comfortable and they will converse interesting topics

Once she escapes the party she is not stopping until she reaches the Domo and under her blankets and surrounded by her animals

Oh right, I should mention that Sephia has a serious love for animals

She and Kaet indulge each other on this so much

It drives everyone insane but they also love it because they love the animal cuddles

Guys these girls love each other so much, I actually can't-

Author's Note: Hey everyone! I hope you liked this post and its content! I am a little frazzled from my internship, but I really wanted to post these headcanons! A lot of these headcanons I came up with my actual psychic soulmate @ethereal-athalia! She's so wonderful and brilliant, and I have a lot more ideas planned out since she helped me! Of course, I want to also thank my brilliant beta @valeskafics who has always been so kind to look at my stuff despite how busy she always is! Please be sure to visit her works, your jaw will drop. I opened an ask box on my page, if you have any questions related to my fics or characters, please drop one in! Just don't be mean as Tumblr should remain a safe space for all users. Please like/comment/reblog if you enjoyed it! Have a wonderful day!

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Tagging: @valeskafics, @ethereal-athalia, @vikingqueen28, @unfinished-sen, @hold-my-dragons, @themeanestlittlewitch, @beananacake

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MEET THE BARISTA: Stella

@a-lumos-in-the-nox

From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

4.0, I've gotten better over the years, especially with just sharing over two ish years ago. I'd like to go back and brush up some descriptions but other than that I say it's good! 

What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

I say the characters I decide to make each one of my characters are their own person that I can see being real. They are definitely my favorite part of my stories.

Are there any writers that inspire you?

Right now, Brandon Sanderson. I'm reading through his first novels now. The way he uses descriptions to worldbuild is amazing! And I love his characters

And all my friends on the server, the people over there write some incredible stuff!

What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

Stella Archer, I wrote that story in college it's a decade old & I never thought I'd finish it let alone share it! Stella's been with me the longest so you can see how I used to write then vs. now all in one series. 

Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write?

Easiest to write: George Weasley cause anything goes with him. He's goofy, sweet, confident and a wildcard. That's really fun to play with. 

Hardest/Challenging: Neville Longbottom & Druig. These two are my heads & tails. They are complete opposites. Druig's is inquisitive and there's a depth to him that I can relate too, and hes smart mouth, my favorite kind of guy lol. 

Neville is soft, confident, brave & empathic. There are things i can have Druig do that i can’t do with Neville and vice versa. I could talk about their differences forever but they are still a fun challenge to write. 

Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

Usually whatever idea I haven't done yet or I want to try. I write a lot about superheroes or powered individuals. Often with my own spin 😏. Friends to lovers mostly. 

Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!

im working on the ending of Bloom, it's the last character arch for Neville. His eldest will be looking at school brochures and some of his past students will make a groundbreaking medicine for people who have pain caused from curses & his parents being among the ones able to get the medicine. Meaningful things happen & I'm excited to write it!!!

First fandom you ever wrote for?

Harry Potter; 😂 nothing has changed I still love the universe.

Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

I dont feel guilty about them their all pleasures; so Soulmate AUs, soft dark, Coffee Shop AUs, threesomes, genderbending.

A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

A/B/Os the structure would be all over the place. 

Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

Never Too Late, I put as many of my favorite tropes in there as I could. Soulmate AU, Coffeeshop AU, gross loving couple, old married couple, Tall boi, short girl…etc. And they fucked for a hobby. It was so nuts I made a game out of it in that universe had it's own rules & everything 😂 So much unhinged stuff happens in that fic & I don't regret any of it 😂. 

Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

OCs x main character. Which is usually an extension of me somehow cause i said so. Even the very few readers stuff i have i always pictured myself. 

Do you listen to anything while you write?

I have a playlist for each story i have & i cycle through thoes whenever i need the vibes 

One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

Both, I like both 

15. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

My ficts are day dreams haha. Hmmm I have a bunch of daydreams about Daphne & Charlie spending time with their parents as a family in some of the places they have traveled to when they didn't have kids. That and the adventures of Daphne & Lottie growing up. But I'm really stubborn about aging my OCs kids so most of them stop at a certain age.

16. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

Not scared, I just don’t know how to write it. I want to make my own villain somehow but i gotta figure out so many things first. Or the villain's spouse or something, it’s still on the drawing board. I don't do many dark things so it would be a challenge for me. 

What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

All the comments on my first dark oneshot, Sweet Dreams. It was just me playing around with Druig’s powers to a higher level then flooring it. It was fun & the ones of my first series Stella Archer that story is a decade old. So to get comments on that was special 

Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

For Between the Shadows I did cause i was trying to portray my OC for that a certain way without making her sound boring. That was a hard fic for me in many, many ways. But it turned out great! I’ve never introduced an OC in a more profound way than I did with Juni and it was refreshing to experiment with that OC. 

Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

I'm a sucker for both. I’ve written both. 

Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

I have 13 fully developed ones and the rest are side ones. But here are some of my favorites!  

Stella Archer-Asgardian Demi-god think of Gaia with all the powers of the elements. She has 4 kids. And married her highschool sweetheart George Weasley. 

Flower- a nymph of mythology origins. Her power is growing flowers and plants from anywhere as long as she has a water source. She carries a pouch of soil around with her for such an occasion. She stayed with her love even though he was cursed by the flying dutchman. 

Ruby Morgan- Charms professor, classic style of dress, her magic specialty is levitation she can make anything levitate with a snap of her fingers. She grew up in France raised by her Dad and her Grandmother. She can read Latin, speak French and loves cats.  

Angus Kohler- Scottish, loves to drink. His magic specialty is tracking. He teaches Care of Magical Creatures. Head of Hufflepuff house. Werewolf, he’s Neville’s best friend and Ruby’s too. Plays the bagpipes at every graduation in full kilt attire that matches Hufflepuff.  

If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?

I’d enter Never Too Late cause that OC is the closest to me irl and I basically gave her everything I wanted and didn't skip any details lol. I would gladly love to be in that universe. 

Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them! My ficts are day dreams haha. Hmmm I have a bunch of daydreams about Daphne & Charlie spending time with their parents as a family in some of the places they have traveled to when they didn't have kids. That and the adventures of Daphne & Lottie growing up. But I'm really stubborn about aging my OCs kids so most of them stop at a certain age. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

From Kissed by the Land; Cursed by the Sea.

In a tavern miles away sat a bard playing a tune and weaving a tale.

Let me tell you a tale about a mortal man forced to sail the reaper of the blue…His eyes as blue as the cursed seas, and hair as black as the night, it's true…

He's fought sirens, an sailors, an swamp monsters too, all while sailing souls lost to the depths, to their final steps…it's true.

The reaper of the blue captured this man, for a century or two. Till it was over. An he returned home, to his dearest its true…

This is the tale of the reaper of the blue, and a man forced to sail it's sails wide and true for a century or two…

Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

I wanna go back and write Kissed by the Land; CUrsed by the Sea as a darker tale but i have NO idea how but I totally could!!! I just played around with Fairytales in that one. Um my current series Bloom is almost over & I’m thinking of making a spin off of it only for Angus cause I love that man he’s my wildcard in every sense of the word lol. 

I love writing main character x OCs so i have an excuse to run around in all my favorite worlds as different personas!

[m0chaminx]

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BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL PAIN Pairing: Druig x Reader Part 2

The day had been fairly productive for you despite your growing anxiety. You couldn’t shake the vision, it was too dark and seemed to cast a shadow behind you wherever you went. Druig left you to your own thoughts all day even though you needed his presence the most. He didn’t always speak the most words but he said everything in his silence. Looking up over your sketch pad you blew that pesky stray hair out of your face to see him walking up in deep conversation with Phastos. The butterflies took flight causing you to smudge your line a little far skewing the entire picture of the trees you were attempting to draw. Sighing in frustration you threw the pad onto the table in defeat. “It didn’t look still that bad to me” Gil chuckled before placing a large plate of piping hot vegetables before you. You rolled your eyes playfully but silently thanked him through the look in your eyes.

One by one everyone found their way to the table to join for dinner. After biting into a soft, warm piece of bread you took a glance to the place in front of you. His deep and intense eyes already peering at you intently as if he was trying to see your soul. Well maybe he could see it. Quickly you grabbed the empty glass to your right and filled it with as much wine as you could get away with before anyone labeled it unusual. Sipping the wine as fast as possible you felt your nerves began to calm in the tingling fires of alcohol. “So Y/N anything we should know about? I thought I heard footsteps in the night. Who’s the visitor?” Kingo wondered causing you to choke on the liquid currently in your mouth. You instantly made eye contact with Druig pleading  for release from the situation. “How are we sure you’re not trying to pawn off your catch of the week on y/n?” Druig asked his tone sharp and slightly condescending. “I mean that is true Kingo. You do have a lot of visitors” Gil stated coming to your defense. You felt as if you could sink into a black hole or maybe you just wanted to. “It’s better than listening to those two all night” Sprite motioned to Ikaris and Sersi. Everyone erupted in laughter giving you the needed break to escape from the table.

Standing by the nearby stream you were able to catch the best view of the sunset. “Gil” you called out softly, “I know it’s you”. He reached out and grabbed your hand squeezing it slightly. “It’s beautiful tonight isn’t it?” He commented opening the conversation you know he came over to have. “Indeed it is. This is my favorite spot to come…think or draw” you admitted. “So I’ve noticed” he smiled, “among other things” he hinted. You groaned throwing your head back. “We don’t have to talk about this” you dismissed attempting to walk away. “I mean it’s just Druig. It’s just …he’s just…you know he’s Druig.” You stammered as you suddenly turned back around facing him letting the words attempt to leave your mouth and make sense. “Why don’t you just tell him you love him?” He offered. “You know why” you nearly whispered your eyes diverting to the ground now as you walked away. “Maybe it won’t happen” Gil said grabbing your hand before you could get too far away. “It’s what I pray for everyday” you confessed.

Night came quicker than expected or maybe that was just your mind that was too busy to notice time changing. You lay on your bed on your back staring at the starlight peaking through the ceiling tile. You always loved that broken piece. Smiling to yourself as you allowed the distraction to take over you the anxiety had seemed to ease. But it was only momentarily. You turned onto your side facing the wall placing your hand on the cold stone. He was there. Right next to you but so far away. It made your heart ache. Well that put it lightly. It made your heart feel as if you were having an active heart attack that wouldn’t stop. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to hold your breath. But when he looked at you, damn. You felt seen. You felt beautiful. “Goodnight” you whispered to the wall as if it would bring him to you.

“Did you say something?” His voice wafted in from the entryway. You inhaled sharply feeling immensely embarrassed. Turning around slowly you saw the familiar outline flowing from the candle that was nearly burnt out. “Yeah uh just you know wishing the world a good night. I do it for the good juju” you tried to explain tucking yourself hair behind your ear. “Well I might have to try that myself. I’ve had enough bad luck to last me my lifetime.” He stated bluntly. You crinkled your eyebrows, your heart taking a punch. “I wouldn’t believe that even if it were true” you encouraged blowing him off with a wave and a smile. Even though it was true. You closed your eyes only for a moment and saw flashes of his face. But it wasn’t his. It didn’t belong to the Druig you knew. This one was scared and in pain. When you opened your eyes again he was gone, but behind him he left the heaviness you felt in your heart.

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@ofthecosmos​ said:

i vowed i would always be yours. ( makkari &. druig )

He had a way of making everything sound facetious. A lot of the time, it was. But Makkari knew better. She could always tell when he was being sincere, even if he dipped it in feigned sarcasm. It would be instinctual, as was the playful nature of their relationship, to jab him in the ribs or use her super speed to pull his hair before he even knew what hit him- but some moments were too soft, and too perfect to ruin with a joke or impish grin. Dark eyes smiled warmly up at him as she leaned against herself into him. Folding herself up to be enveloped by him. She knew she didn’t need words to respond. Everything in that embrace said “I love you. Always.”

[redheadspark]

For your January prompts

15. holding them tightly, protectively- Druig 🙂

A/N - STELLA! I love this for Druig, thanks for requesting this, bestie!

Thick and Thin

Summary - Druig will always protect you, even in sleep

Warnings - Fluf and angst mixed together

“Druig, you know I need to breathe at some point right?”

“You breathe just fine,”

“Not with you holding me like an octopus,”

That alone made you squeeze you a bit tighter from his spot behind you, his nose grazing your neck and his arms around your waist and chest in such an intimate way.  It was his usual hold with you when you were alone in bed together, but it was one of many holds he had on you when you were side by side.  Centuries being together, holding one another, it was always a fresh feeling of love for you every single time and you knew that feeling would not go away.

“Hey,” you hummed, turning a bit to lay on your back and look at Druig with fondness in your eyes.  Your husband of 600 years was watching you as if you were a newly formed star in the night sky. His blue eyes almost illuminated The Domo's dark room where you shared a space together.  His brown hair was soft in front of his forehead and somewhat in his eyes.

You will forever be lost in those eyes and in his hold.

“I’m not dead, Druig,” You explained to him softly, seeing him search your eyes and almost confused as to why you would say those three words to him, but you went on, “I’ve known you for far too long, loved you for centuries, to know how you’re holding me.  You’re scared, aren’t you,”

It was as If you read his mind as he took in a long inhale and closed his eyes for a brief moment.  You hummed, leaning up and kissing his forehead with fragility as his arms around you tightened a bit more.  You knew him well, read him like a worn book, and could see from a simple lance all he was thinking or feeling.  It took some time to learn everything about Druig, from the very beginning when you two shook hands for the first time on The Domo so long ago, the way you two became friends so fast and quickly, and then it turned into love.

It was both scary and yet the best feeling in the world to be in love with Druig, and he made sure you would never feel any less from the moment you two kissed for the first time.  He made you feel as though you were the true north in his night sky, the calming wind in his constant storms, the warmth of the sun his cold moments.

You were everything to him, and he was going to protect you with all his might.

Druig knew you could fight and defend yourself, your own strength was almost a match to Gilgamesh’s strength. But he still had a protective knack in him solely for you.  A hand on your lower back when you both walked in public, his arm draped over your shoulder as you both sat side by side, even in how he held your hand with laced fingers to show he was there in case you needed him.  You knew he was simply loving you and wanting you safe, although it was annoying at times, but most of the time he meant well.

“That was the first time I was petrified that you…you were gonna….” Druig said in a low tone, gasping for air second to stop himself from being in tears.  You shushed you gently, kissing his forehead again and framing his face with one hand.  Being back on that beach, covered in blood and on the verge of death thanks to Ikaris who nearly killed you and was close to you, Druig thought you were already gone.  He only knew you were alive because of Phastos and how he was already cleaning off the blood on your armor.  You saw it in his eyes, the split moment of dread that he lost his wife, his better half, and the dread of going on with life without you.

There were few close calls in the past on both of your sides when you saw the other beaten up badly or had their life in the balance.  Sometimes a simple hug from Druig would make it better, letting the day off away.  That happened almost all the time, but other times it was a solid reminder that Eternal lives could also be fragile.  

Ajak and Gilgamesh are prime examples of Eternal fragility.

“I promised you, Druig, that I would not leave this life without you by my side,” You reminded him as you were nose to nose with him, rubbing his cheek with your thumb in a soothing rhythm as he watched you intensely, “I promised that to you when we were married 600 years ago.  Now how can I leave the love of my life behind?”

“You can’t,” Druig mumbled, your smiling sweetly at him as you nodded your head.

“I could never, and I won’t ever.  Druig, the love we have, it’s the best thing that has ever happened to me on this planet, do you know why?” You asked, seeing him close his mouth and shake his head slowly, “It’s because of the way you love me.  I won’t find it anywhere else, at any point in time.  I feel like so lucky, so fucking lucky, because you chose me to love,”

Druig finally smiled for the first time that night as you pushed his hair out of his eyes, “I love the way you hold me. I feel so safe, beyond safe.  I give you grief for it, but I love it,”

“I would protect you from anything that could take you from me,” Druig vowed to you, his voice a bit watery but sounding true.  You nodded your head against him as he pressed a kiss into your palm near his lips.

“I know you would, and I would protect you too.  It’s what we do for each other,”

You both were a packaged deal from the moment you two became a couple, even before that.  It was no surprise where one was, the other would be as well.  The others were fine with it, though Ikaris seemed more annoyed that someone could love someone like Druig.  But you never paid attention to Ikaris and his judgment.  

Plenty of years living together in the jungle, coming back to save the very earth you both loved and adored and now back in the Domo to search the stars for any other Eternals that Arishem created.  It seemed like a fever dream, but you would take any fever dream if it meant Druig would be at your side.

His protective side and all.

“Come on, my love. Let’s sleep,” You urged him, kissing his lips softly as you snuggled into his hold,  Once again his arms were around you like you were nestled in a cocoon, and his warmth engulfed you to be sleepy again as he rested his head alongside yours and he too fell asleep.  You both were back in your own safe space with one another again, not knowing if you were going to find other Eternals out there amongst the stars or if they would believe you in what you were going to tell them about the near Emergence.  

But for now, you both decide to rest. Rest and know that you both would protect each other through thick and thing.  

The End

[wannabevampire]

Dust to Dust.

˚✧₊⁎♡˚✧₊⁎˳ by allie! (wannabevampire)

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☆18+ NO MINORS.☆ also, no copying to other sights. period.

pairings : matt murdock x druig x reader (m/m/f)

☆mean-dom!matt (and soft-dom!matt)

☆sub!reader (she has her switch moments!)

☆switch!druig (he is submissive as fuck in this here!)

summary: druig humiliated you. revenge is sweet.

warnings: dark!!!! pet names because matthew is a menace, overstimulation, sex, death threats <3, degradation & humiliation, smoking & cigarettes, choking & slapping (no directed @ you), protective Matty!!, soft!dark Matt Murdock, bondage (not on you), blasphemy and religious symbolism, voyeurism & exhibitionism, dirty talk, masochism & sadism, (Matt calls Druig puppy but there’s no pet play or anything like that.), dumbification, knife play, blood, (talk of murder and gore, but it doesn’t actually happen. not directed towards reader!) hurt/comfort but like in a deeply fucked up way? this is dark but everything is consensual. subspace (you & druig 😵‍💫), tagging dubcon for druig just in case. please let me know if i missed anything!

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!this is a dark fic! however it is not dark or violent towards you directly. matt is very soft with you! it’s still pretty fucked though o_0

☆~i spent a lot of time on this! hope you enjoy :]

♡~just a lil fic from your fave degradation princess! <3 (allie!)

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Tuesday.

12:08 pm

ring…

You bounced your leg up and down nervously.

‘shit. was this a bad idea?’

ring…

You brought your hand to mouth, your fingers fidgeting against your lips as you mindlessly tried to distract yourself from what you were about to do.

‘would he even remember you? what if he was being sarcastic and you just didn’t pick up on it?’

ring…

You glanced nervously at the clock, not that it mattered in the slightest what time it was. Merely a desperate attempt to convince yourself that what you were doing was completely normal every day business that should be accompanied by completely normal every day behavior!

‘fuck. would this even be worth it? maybe you should just hang up, back out now before it was too late.’

ring…

Yup! This was a ridiculous idea, it would never work and would most likely leave you humiliated and hurt. It would be in your best interest to just move on.

You began to lower the phone from your ear, aiming to hang up as soon as possible and block his number. Hopefully he would just forget-

*click!*

son of a bitch.

“Pretty girl, I was wondering when you’d call.”

fuck.

You felt your breath hitch.

It was honestly kind of pathetic how quickly he managed to make your knees weak and brain fuzzy.

All he’d done was mutter a few choice words in that stupidly attractive voice of his and you were fully prepared to get on your knees and beg for him.

“Matthew! Hi! Gosh it’s been so long how have you been? I um just wanted to…”

You were cut off by a low chuckle.

“Sweetheart, let’s take it easy on the formalities. I assume you want something or you wouldn’t be calling…”

You felt like a deer in headlights. How this man managed to read you like a book while he was presumably hundreds of miles a way was a mystery to you.

He hummed lowly. The sound reverberating through your skull as you inhaled deeply, reveling in the noise and the images you associated it with.

The taste of blood. The smell of smoke and cinnamon. Red scratch marks decorating your back. The ringing sensation in your ears as he overstimulated you to the point of tears. The sound of his-

“I can hear the gears in your brain turning. Spit it out darling we haven’t got all day.”

You exhaled anxiously.

‘Well, here goes nothing.’

“I think I’m ready to call in that favor.”

He laughed knowingly.

Matt had known exactly why you were calling the second he picked up and heard your heart racing. The beat echoing through his skull, a reminder of how much he’d missed the painfully beautiful sound that was your beating heart.

“I thought you’d never ask pretty girl.”

Your breath hitched at his response.

He waited in comfortable silence as you gathered your thoughts. You brought your hand to your neck attempting to ground yourself enough to form a response. Your finger tips brushing lightly across your skin as you searched for the ghost of Druig’s touch.

You clenched your fists as you recalled his smug face a cruel grin.

Bastard.

But no matter how degrading it had felt. No matter how angry it made you. No matter how shamefully turned on you were by his actions. You would not let Druig win.

If he wanted to play dirty then that’s what he’d get.

“Wanna fuck me in front of Druig and humiliate him till he’s crying?”

There was a tense pause. Though if the tension stemmed from apprehension or sexual attraction you couldn’t say. You simply waiting anxiously for his verdict.

When he spoke next you could hear him smiling on the other end and felt the arousal rolling off him in waves as four glorious words left his mouth.

“When do we start?”

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Thursday.

9:18 pm

The masochistic sting of smoke flowed down your throat as you took a drag from the cigarette held between you fingers. Tilting your head toward the heavens, you exhaled. Letting the sweet smoke tumble past your lips smoothly.

Leave it to Matt to smoke cloves. Not that you were complaining! In fact, you were filled to the brim with excitement at the prospect of kissing him and tasting the spiced smokey taste left on his lips. Plus they tasted quite nice and for some reason the hint of spices helped keep you warm on the cold evening.

Your mind was pulled from its place in the clouds when a deliberate cough from the man in front of you sounded in your ears.

He smirked and cocked his head, giving you a knowing look. The cigarette placed casually between his fingers was lifted to his lips and he took a long slow drag before pushing off against the wall and stalking towards you. As Matt approached, you could feel the energy radiating off of him. His demeanor was dark and filled with lust. You Straightened your back and tilted your chin up, pushing down the urge to shy away. An action that did not go unnoticed by the man as he came to a stop, barely a foot away from you.

He strained his neck back, mimicking the movement you’d made moments earlier. Smooth smoke filled the air above you as he exhaled.

Turning his attention back to you the man brought his hand to your cheek, cupping it affectionately. You nuzzled into his touch, feeling flustered by his sudden act of intimacy.

He offered a genuine smile and spoke.

“Look at you. Such a good girl, doing all that without me even asking.”

He observed, his voice low.

Your lips tipped upwards at his praise and nuzzled further into his touch.

“Are you this obedient with him too?”

He whispered. There was a certain possessive edge to his voice as he brought up Druig.

“No. Only you.”

You answered honestly.

With Druig everything felt like a competition. You felt a compulsive urge to prove yourself whenever you were around him.

With him it was different. This was a game of cat and mouse. He’d set the trap and you’d crawled right in fully knowing the consequences.

“That’s my girl.”

He hummed, moving his thumb to stroke absentmindedly across your cheek.

Matt tilted his head down so his face was level with yours. Your lips nearly touching at the close proximity. The ghost of a kiss lay tense between the two of you. You were surrounded by him, your senses filled with smoke and cinnamon as you willed yourself not crash your lips against his.

You’d kiss him for as long as he’d let you. You’d kiss him until you were breathless and light headed and even that wouldn’t be enough. Nothing would ever be enough when it came to him.

Even now, after all these years, you could still taste him. You licked your lips in remembrance, Matt smiled, instantly recognizing your movement.

“Miss me?”

“Murdock, you have no idea.”

“Don’t I?”

You paused, seemingly lost in thought as you stared at his lips.

“Kiss me?”

Your voice was practically a whisper.

He smiled, soft and sweet. His lips a stark contrast to almost everything else about him

“Not yet, need him to see it. Want that bastard to know who’s making you like this. Need him to see how fucking wrecked you are for me.”

You inhaled sharply at his words, feeling rather defensive of your current (only slightly disheveled) state.

“I’m not that wrecked…”

You replied. Your voice, though still a whisper, filled with a bit of venom as you attempted to justify yourself.

“Sweetheart I can fucking feel how desperate you are, don’t need to look at you.”

You grumbled incoherently and attempted to tilt your head down, he quickly caught your chin between his fingers. And maneuvered your face back to it’s previous position, leaving no opportunity for you to shy away from him.

“I already know what I’m working with. Him on the other hand…he needs to see you like this. And I’m going to make sure he knows that he will never, ever, be the one to have this effect on you.”

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Friday.

12:00 pm

“Okay let’s go over the plan one more time before I call him.”

You said breathily as you passed around Matt’s office. He was leaning on his desk, tracking your movement. He had an amused look on his face.

“Last time.”

He said definitively. His tone leaving no room for argument. No matter if you had meant it figuratively. Last time. And then the you’d take action.

You halted your movement and turned to him, taking a deep breath.

“Okay. So. Step one…”

“You call Druig, I’ll be here for moral support but won’t say anything.”

“Right. And I’ve got his phone number right here, shouldn’t have any problems reaching him.”

You replied.

“Step two…”

You proceeded.

“Flirt your pretty little heart out.”

Matt continued with a grin. Though you were pretty sure you sensed a bit of jealousy hidden in his smile.

“Yes. Flirt like my life depends on it! I need to seem…desperate. He will be more likely to give in that way!”

You rattled off.

“Well that shouldn’t be too hard. Being desperate comes so naturally to you.”

He said, you were pretty sure you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes shining through his glasses. His tone emphasized the fact that he was being ~slightly~ sarcastic. I mean he wasn’t…completely wrong. But you weren’t going to let him know that.

You scowled at him and resumed your pacing.

“Okay 3, 4, whatever. I make plans to meet up with him tonight. We pretend to runs into you. We…flirt and stuff…seduce him? is that the right word?”

“Yeah. We could also say manipulate?”

He deadpanned.

“Um okay, let’s not. We get to the room…and you take it from there! With your super secret ‘i gotta do it in the moment’ plan that I’m not allowed to know about.”

You huffed indignantly.

“C’mon what kind of gentleman would I be if I went around ruining surprises. You love it.”

You just glanced at him wearily.

“Okay sweetheart. No time like the present.”

He sighed and pushed off the desk, pulling out his phone and handing it to you. You punched in the digits of his phone number.

You hesitated, your finger hovering over the call button.

Sensing your uneasiness Matt brought his hand to your cheek, stroking your skin soothingly. You hummed, relaxing into his touch.

*Beep.*

Your eyes snapped open moments after he pressed the button.

“Sorry sweetheart, last time. Remember? You promised.”

He whispered lowly in your ear, rushing before Druig inevitably answered your call. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and gave your hand a small squeeze of encouragement.

Because no matter how much he teased you, he knew this was hard. You tried to deny your feelings and the fact that Druig broke you a little, but he saw through it. You deserved better. He was going to make sure you knew that.

*Click!*

You inhaled sharply.

“Back already angel? This is fast, even for you. How’s my favorite toy doing?”

Druig’s voice filled the room.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

And Matt tried very hard not to track Druig down immediately and beat him till he was bloody and broken.

There would be plenty of time for that later.

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friday.

5:58 pm

“He’s late.”

Matt huffed from his seat next to you.

“Yeah by three minutes, he’ll be here don’t worry.”

You replied, taking a sip from your ginger ale. The two of you had opted not to drink any alcohol before hand.

Matt mumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t hear. But before you could press him further Matt lifted his head and turned his attention to the door. You followed his gaze, it was closed.

“Matthew please just-”

You began, exasperated at his behavior.

“Shh just, he’s gonna open the door in 4 seconds.”

Matt quieted you and you rolled his eyes.

‘Stupidly beautiful intuitive man.’

True to his word the door swung open. The hinges creaking softly. He walked forward and the old floor boards groaned in protest as his boots hit the surface. Matt stiffened next to you as he tracked Druig’s foot steps.

You tried your very best not to react, staring intently at the condensation gathered on tumblr filled with ginger ale and ice cubes that were beginning to melt.

The footsteps paused, just a few paces away from you. A trick Druig often pulled. Allowing himself to be near to you, but forcing you to be the one to close the gap. You came to him, always.

You closed your eyes.

‘Just stick to the plan, act the way he wants you to behave and everything will turn out okay.’

You turned.

“Hello Druig.”

“Hello toy.”

Jesus christ.

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6:35 pm

Leather.

That’s the first thing Druig was able to focus on. It was rubbing against his skin. Though not nearly tight enough to irritate the surface of his wrists.

Wait, wrists?

The belt securely fastened around his wrists, ensuring that they wouldn’t move, was a new edition. One that he could not remember happening.

The next thing Druig narrowed in on was a scent.

Cinnamon and smoke.

It was familiar though he couldn’t place where from. The smell of it alone made him twist anxiously, trying to escape the warm feeling of arousal flowing through his body.

Sound came next. Laughter. Your laughter.

He always loved the way you sounded. Though most of the noises you made around him consisted of whimpers and moans, he was occasionally granted a bit of laughter. A sound he secretly cherished. A sound he held close on sleepless nights and lonely days.

Wait.

Your laughter. Spiced smoke. A black leather belt that didn’t belong to him and most certainly did not belong to you. The man at the bar who had been pretending not to be listening to your conversation-

Realizations flooded his brain as he began to piece together information.

Matt Murdock.

Fuck.

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8:08 pm

Matt felt it. 

Or, almost felt it.

A warm tingling sensation creeping up behind him. Nearing the nape of his neck, it began it’s attempt at clawing its way inside his mind. He smirked as all his senses reacted at once, perhaps a younger less experienced Matt would be scared shitless at the prospect of ‘brainwashing’. But he had long since crossed that bridge. 

He turned around slowly, casually walking up to where Druig was sprawled on the floor. His senses pushing away the mans attempts at controlling his mind. Matt’s heightened abilities shielding himself from Druig’s actions.

Druig began to panic. Matt could sense his heart beating rapidly, he could hear him fumbling around and pulling against the belt binding his wrists together. The Devil made no move to speed up, keeping the same tantalizingly slow pace as he approached him. 

Across the room you clenched your thighs together and held back a whimper as you watched Matt walk towards where Druig was kneeling on the floor.

The clunk of his boots sounded through the room before coming to a stop right in front of him. Silence filled the space, the only noises audible to you and Druig being the quick breaths he drew in anxiously as he stared up at Matt. Who seemed to be deep in though, debating what to do with the eternal in front of him.

Matt felt the tingling sensation fade, the unsettling warmth retreating shamefully back to Druig.

Matt knelt in front of him, coming face to face with what he sensed to be an extraordinarily defeated expression. 

“Oh how cute...You’re not the only one with some tricks up your sleeve. Mind games won’t work on me.”

His words were taunting and methodical, his voice low.

Matt pulled a knife from his belt, twirling it in the air before catching it with ease. Rolling it over in his hand, allowing himself to drink in the the worn material of its handle. His finger tips carefully avoiding the blade which glimmered dangerously in the soft lighting. 

He brought the tip of his knife to Druig’s chin, tilting his head upward. The action had nothing to do eye contact or appearance. It was about Matt showing Druig just how much power he had over him. “God-like” powers or not... 

The devil was in charge.

Matt twisted the knife slightly, causing Druig to move his head again. He locked eyes with you.

You’d never seen Druig look this…helpless? Submissive? Pathetic?

His eyes were wide and he was breathing heavily.

(Note to self add “wrecking Druig using nothing but his words and a head tilt” to list of things you had to thank Matt for.)

Your body betrayed you as you felt the rush of arousal flow through your body. You fidgeted in a desperate attempt to hide how turned on you were. Though judging by the way Matt’s smirk had widened, he had already noticed and was loving every second of it.

“If you even think about playing with her mind I will fucking kill you. You don’t want to give me a reason to hurt you. Because trust me puppy, I’m looking forward to seeing you in pain. Guess you’ll just have to decide what kind you’d like best. The one that makes you cry from pain, or the one that makes you cry from pleasure. Though when I’m done with you, it might be hard for your dumb fucking brain to tell the difference.”

Druig’s expression was priceless. His eyes were open comically wide, lips parted in shock, a light dusting of pink covering his cheeks and nose. Fear etched onto his face along with another emotion you couldn’t place. That is...until you heard Matt’s laugh. The muscles in his jaw flexing as he tilted his head back.

That’s when it hit you.

Arousal.

Druig was getting all hot and bothered at the prospect of Matt fucking Murdock hurting him.

What a slut.

You thought to yourself humorously as you watched Druig blink his eyes rapidly and lower his head, attempting desperately to hide his expression.

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Later... (Matt had a tendency to render you time-blind when he fucked you.)

“I’m..Oh my- Matt please!”

You were barely coherent. Your brain felt brain fuzzy and your eyes glassy with tears.

“Shh shh it’s okay sweetheart I know, I know.”

He assured you. The words coming to him as though the were second nature. Like mocking you and fucking you simultaneously was his one true calling in life.

“Please don’t stop. Never stop, please Matty you’re so good-”

Yours begs sounded foreign to you. You felt yourself slip completely. The new sensation filling your body with bliss…and a small bit of fear. Matt...you needed him. What if he walked away? What if he didn’t come back? What if-

Panic flashed across your face and you grasped for him, touching any part of him you possibly could. Whimpering when he reached down and held your hand. Squeezing it tightly, his motions never missing a beat.

“Oh pretty girl…I’m not going anywhere.”

He sighed affectionately, bringing his forehead down to touch yours. A hint of sadness laced his tone.

“Promise?”

You whispered shakily.

He smiled at you. He was half in awe of your obedience and half enraged that someone had made you think if was okay to leave you like this.

‘Never again.’ Matt thought to himself.

“Promise.”

You whimpered again as he began thrusting into you faster. Fucking you harder and deeper than before. With every jerk of his hips you could feel your mind getting fuzzier, an action you hadn’t thought possible. His deliberate movements making your brain short circuit as you neared your orgasm. Your moans becoming mixed with an occasional sob as tears began to stream down your cheeks.

He continued to drill into you, and with every surge of energy you felt rushing through him and into you, you fell a little further. Inching towards the precipice of release. Chasing the feeling of pleasure that was just around the corner, barely beyond your reach.

You were drunk on him, to hell with anyone and anything in the world other that Matt Murdock.

Despite the scripture and wary words of caution spoke in hushed tones. You dared to dance with the devil. You gave yourself over to temptation and let yourself get lost in sin. Lust, gluttony, greed, envy-

You’d risk it all for 5 more second with him.

You twisted your fate as you fell, further and further into the life of a spiraling paradox named Matthew.

That’s when you saw him, and were hit with remembrance that the two of you weren’t alone. Though it would have been impossible for the Devil to forget another presence, you had been a bit distracted by having the best sex of your life.

You locked eyes with Druig, he twisted helplessly against the ropes that bound his wrists. His eyes were wide and glassy, filled with the expression you were all too familiar with. His desperation for touch evident in everything about him. From his body language to the whimpers he tried (and failed) to suppress.

You knew the point he’s reached. The level of want need, the feeling he so often left you with. The point of no return. The moment in time when the desperation for pleasure lessened, and in its place came the yearning for any type of touch. A kiss, a slap, a hug, the soft brush of finger tips against one’s lips. Anything.

You knew it, Druig knew it, and Matt knew it.

You met Druig’s eyes and for a second you let him feel hopeful. You saw his eyes glimmers with a bit of optimism as he subconsciously tugged himself forward, just to be a bit closer to you.

And then-

You simply shook your head, and laughed. 

Laughed at him and his behavior. 

Laughed at his attitude. 

Laughed at his desperation. 

Laughed at him.

His eyes flickered golden, though not with anger...with desperation. But almost as quickly as the shimmering glint arrived, it vanished. Knowing that if he so much as -thought- about touching your mind Matt would “fucking kill him”. The clear frustration on his face only making you laugh harder.

Though you quickly cut yourself off by a series of uncontrollable whimpers leaving your mouth. 

Because no matter how much you enjoyed seeing Druig like this,

the Devil wasn’t done with you.

And you weren’t done with him.

Your gaze drifted back to Matt and you stared adoringly at the man in front of you. He offered you a small smile when he sensed your attention was back on him. You heard Druig whimper defeatedly in the distance but you were too absorbed in Matt to care about the other man. His quiet moans of frustration as he lost the one sense of connection he had only spurred the two of you on further.

The thought that you and the Devil had managed to turn this confident god-like creature into a pathetic mess willing to do practically anything for a mere second of your attention, caused you to shiver delightedly around Matt’s cock. Pushing you further towards the edge of the cliff laying between you and waves of endless pleasure.

“Matt...Matt please I’m so close.”

You chocked out, your words sounding small.

“Yeah sweetheart? I know you are. Come on be good and use your big girl words, and ask politely. We wouldn’t want to give our guest the wrong impression...now would we?”

You choked out a moan at his words and stumbling with your wording as you tried to form a coherent sentence. To which Matt gave you a look filled with mock pity and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I know sweetheart, I know. It’s not fair of me to ask this of you. I know your dumb little brain can’t handle this right now. I know baby I’m just sooo mean aren’t I? Just try for me, okay? Be a good girl and tell me what you need.”

You crumbled at his words, a new set of tears falling freely as you were too exhausted to hold them back any longer.

“Please sir. Please let me cum, I need it so bad. I don’t think I can hold it any longer. Please Matt I’ll do anything you ask-”

You rambled desperately only to be cut off by a harsh kiss that he pressed to your lips.

“Shh it’s okay pretty girl, it’s okay. Cum for me, don’t hold back. That’s my girl.”

And so, you fell.

Right into the arms of the devil,

and hell had never felt so sweet.

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after.  time: …?

“Are you sure? He doesn’t deserve it you know.”

“Yeah I know, but I also know how it feels to be in his position. Don’t want him there too long, hurts your heart after awhile.”

Matt frowned at the way your brow furrowed. But before you managed to get lost in memories he tugged your wrist, bringing you closer to him. Pulling you onto his lap and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. He wrapped his arms around you and let you bury your face in the crook of his neck, keeping one hand on the back of your head.

You hadn’t realized just how touched starved you had been. Figuring that since you had sex and were granted the occasional hug, you were all set on necessary physical contact.

Oh how wrong you’d been.

Melting into Matt’s touch felt natural and anticipated. Like you were supposed to have done this all along. The two of you held that position for awhile, almost completely forgetting about Druig in the process.

You breathed him in. Smoke and sweet spice and blood.

Matt. Your devil.

You spoke softly into Matt’s t-shirt, your words becoming mumbled and faint. Matt guided your head back up, cupping your chin as he’d done so many times before.

“What was that sweetheart? I couldn’t hear you?”

The smirk was audible in his voice because of course he had heard you, didn’t matter how muffled it might have sounded. No, this was because he wanted Druig to hear.

“I said, it wouldn’t just be for him. I’m not done with him yet, want him to make me feel good…wanna make him feel good too. even if he doesn’t deserve it.”

You said, giving Matt a small mischievous smile.

“Atta girl.”

He said proudly, kissing your forehead once more before tilting his head towards Druig.

“Ya hear that puppy? She’s not done with you. You’re really lucky she’s here, I was planning on leaving you for someone else to deal with.”

Druig stayed silent, knowing the only sounds he was capable of producing were whimpers. He didn’t want to risk it. He’d take anything you gave him, anything. So if sitting down and shutting the fuck up would get him the smallest bit of attention, that’s what he’d do.

“Okay pretty girl, go make yourself feel good. Then we’re gonna clean up and go to dinner. I’ve got us a reservation at that nice french place the critics keep raving about.”

You smiled genuinely and pressed a kiss to his lips before hopping off his lap and making your way over to Druig, who was looking at you as if you were an angel sent from heaven.

“Hey puppy, want us to grab you something from the restaurant? Maybe a bone?”

Matt quipped.

Druig had to use every muscle in his body not to talk back, knowing that the devil was just trying to tempt him. And that if he gave in, his angel would be ripped away.

“Ignore him, we aren’t actually going to get you a bone.”

You said as you observed the wary look he was giving Matt.

He nodded gratefully at you. And you offered him a small smile.

Bending down until your face was level with his, you brought your hand to his head. Scratching lovingly which he enjoyed all too much. Closing his eyes and letting his neck fall slack.

“We’ll just give you the scraps from our left overs.”

You bit back, pulling his hair forcefully. You bit your lip trying not to laugh. His eyes snapping open as he had no choice but to make eye contact with you. His breath quickening uncontrollably. As his eyes darted around your body, pupils blown wide with lust.

You pulled his hair again when his gaze lingered on your chest for too long. He let out a strangled moan, he had clearly been trying to suppress. Followed by a few whimpers and he screwed his eyes shut at what you assumed must have been and attempt to shut out the pain.

You gave his hair one last tug, and opened your mouth to reprimand him for breaking eye contact. But you were rudely interrupted by a gasp, Druig’s jaw falling open slightly. Warmth flooded his cheeks and he began to tear up.

You looked at him confused. Hadn’t he liked pain? Did you do something wrong? You hadn’t meant to actually hurt him. You whipped your head around to consult Matt on what to do. But instead of being met with the ‘concerned-good person-merciful-catholic’ look you had been expecting.

The devil was smiling. A hungry & lustful smile that would have brought you to your knees had you not already been on the floor.

You cocked your head to the side, trying to understand what was going on.

He licked his lips and sensing your eyes on him, nodded back in Druig’s direction.

You brought your attention back to the man in front of you. What could possibly-

Oh.

Druig’s flushed cheeks, his tears, his heavy breathing that sounded almost like panting, and the fact that you had never seen him look…embarrassed before told you all that you needed to know.

You tilted your head down, Druig’s gaze following your own. As you realized he had cum, completely untouched. Just a few tugs of his hair and he’d broken. His eyes were shut again, describing his current emotion as embarrassment would be an understatement.

He winced when you brought you dropped your hand from his hair and brought it to cup his cheek. He dared to look at you and was met with a sweet smile.

“It’s okay, you just couldn’t help it right?”

You whispered, your thumb drawing circles on his cheeks. He nodded tentatively and licked his lips. You pouted mock-sympathetically, and grabbed his half hard cock with your free hand and began to stroke.

He whimpered and tried to twist away from the overstimulation. But you just quickened your movements.

“That’s too bad baby, I meant what I said earlier. I’m not done with you. So you better learn to control it or this is gonna feel a whole lot worse for you and a whole lot sweeter for me.”

Matt observed the two of you in awe. He reached into the pocket of his jacket laying on the desk and brought out two things.

A pack of cloves and a lighter.

He brought a cigarette to his lips and lit it while listening to the sounds of pained pleasure flowing through the room.

You were now kissing Druig, never once stopping the movement of your hand.

Matt smiled, he felt…proud.

The devil and his not-so-angelic angel.

The “god” in front of his girl cried and moaned even louder when she bit his lip.

A sign that even Druig, a utterly confusing magical entity with an ego bigger than Jupiter could break. Even the strong and mighty would turn weak and frightened if given the opportunity.

A gentle reminder that even Druig was mortal.

Even the man who could control minds and live endless lifetimes, was not a God.

Matt found that comforting, he hoped this would be a humbling experience for Druig. Because if he didn’t change his attitude…

Well…Matt would never kill anyone…

He’d never crush someone’s skull into the ground.

Matt would never hold a knife to Druig’s throat as he fucked him, luring him into a sense of security and then letting the sharp edge of his dagger tear gracefully through the soft skin of his traitorously beautiful body.

He’d never use Druig as an ash tray, putting out the burning embers of his cigarettes on his chest till the only senses that filled him that remained was ash, the smell of sweet smoke, spice, and blood.

He didn’t dream of running his blade up and down Druig’s body. Just barely drawing blood. He didn’t fantasize about marking him with things other than hickeys and bites.

No of course not, he would never.

Matt would never kill.

But he knew someone who would.

Because Frank Castle owed the Devil a favor.

A favor that the Devil was dying to use.

…

"By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return." -Genesis 3:19

…

end.

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hope you liked it…😵‍💫

xoxo,

allie🕊

note: i missed SO MANY kinks and things i wanted to write about D: guess i’ll just have to make more fics!! jthis won’t be the last you hear of me…promise <3 ;)

another note: dust to dust was the final part! <- this is in regards to the alleged “part 3” (sorry guys!)

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[inklore]

not me posting a soft druig fic and seconds later starting to write a dark!druig one to sedate my need for sin 🥴

[tinythebunni]

Druig x innocent reader

Such a Dumb Little Thing

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Druig is not a good man. Sure, he’s an immortal eternal, but by no means was he a hero. Hero’s are good people, hero’s only ever have good intentions. Hero’s do no wrong. But he’s saved people, he’ll be saved the planet! But what he planned on doing to you, that made him lose all hero points.

Druig first saw you 2 years after the emergence. After he rebuilt his village, he decided to move to Queens. He had some friends there after all.

Once he arrived at the Avengers Tower and had a brain cell splitting conversation with Loki’s oaf of a brother Thor, he went to the library to find him.

Once he saw his old friend, he stood in the doorway waiting for him to notice his presence. But you can’t exactly scare the God of Tricks, now can you?

“You seem as brooding as ever.” Loki said with mirth in his voice.

“And you seem as depressed as ever. How’s the daddy issues?”

“How’s the fake God?”

Eventually, neither one of them could keep it together. As soon as their eyes connected they burst out laughing. They gave each other a side hug and reconnected.

Druig is in the living room now, listening to Loki hum an Asgardian hymn. Druig was listening as he read The Odyssey. He was half way done when the elevators opened up, with two teens stepping out.

One, being Peter Parker. Otherwise known as Spider-Man. The arachnid avenger. The second, being unknown to Druig. But he wanted to change that. This one drew him in.

She was tall, most likely above 5’7. Soft locks flowing down to her breasts, wavy and beautiful. Her eyes, a beautiful dark brown. But her clothing, a beautiful indicator of her innocence.

This angel in front of him, this goddess, was wearing a pink milkmaid dress. Her tits practically flowing out the top. The dress just barely covered her ass, falling down to mid thigh. She had on knee high socks with a light pink bow in the middle, and Mary Janes to cover her feet.

She was a wet dream. With her hair in pigtails and adorned in bows, she looked ready for him to take her. And yeah he meant fuck when he said “take her” but he also meant literally take. He planned on kidnapping her.

In his mind, it wasn’t exactly kidnapping. It was relieving her of her duties. She’d be his pretty little housewife. His own personal cum dump. She’d walk around in that dress or only an apron and knee socks. His pretty house wife.

“Oh, hi mister Loki! This is Y/N, she’s my friend from science!” Peter said.

It seemed Druig hadn’t been noticed yet. But you noticed him. You were staring, quite hard to be honest. His leather jacket made him seem all the more attractive.

“H-Hello! I’m Y/N, but you already knew that. Peter just introduced me, I’m sorry that was dumb.”

She’s cute. Quite adorable actually.

“Hello Bunny. Pleasure to meet you.” Had you not been standing, you would’ve clenched your legs together. A way to relive the ache between your thighs.

You’d let him use you if it meant he’d kiss you. You barley knew the man but you’d made up your mind.

“I, um, oh my god. I-It’s a pleasure to meet you too! What’s your name?” You asked as you sat next to him on the couch. Peter would’ve taken a picture if he had his camera on him.

You, dressed in pink and white, cheeks aflame and thighs clenched. Next to this Eternal, dressed in all black, brooding and a dark demeanor to him. Truly comical.

“I’m Druig. I’m a friend of Loki’s.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you! Loki’s really nice to me, so any friend of his is a friend of mine!”

“Oh bunny, I don’t wanna be your friend.” Druig said with a smirk. Loki and Peter took this as a cue to leave, you two looked five seconds from fucking.

With teary eyes you asked, “you don’t?”

“Oh no bunny. I wanna be more than that. I wanna do some things that friends that don’t do with each other.” And with that, he walked to the guest room

It’s been a week. You’ve come over to the tower every day since you met Druig. Everyday it was a game of cat and mouse. He’d stare and you’d blush and never look. Too scared to even try. But tonight was different.

Peter invited you to have a sleepover and you gladly accepted. You guys watched Star Wars (Peter’s choice) and Barbie (your choice).

It’s 2am now. Peter’s sleep, has been for a while. You on the other hand, haven’t fallen asleep yet. You’re horny (all Druig’s fault) and hungry. A bad combination.

Walking out to the kitchen, you grab an apple and sit on the counter. While scrolling on your phone, you hear foot steps walking towards you. You don’t look up, half expecting it to be Peter.

“Didn’t think you’d wake up before New Years. Surprise surprise.”

“Ooh, you’ve got a slick tongue, now don’t ya.” You look up at the voice of the man who’d been plaguing your thoughts.

“I know a few tricks with my tongue too.” He says with a smile. Two can play at that game.

“Proof?”

“Oh my god! mmm nghhhh! Please Druig please!” You’re on his bed now, completely naked, while he’s still fully covered. Leather jacket on and everything.

Suddenly he stops. Removes his fingers from your puffy cunt, tongue from your clit, and head from in between your thighs.

You whine in protest, writhing and whimpering with need. You open your mouth to speak, but Druig beats you to it.

“Call me Daddy.”

You nod your head and beg him to continue. He lays his right hand on your abdomen to keep you from arching up. The thumb on his left hand finds your clit and runs figure eights. He just seems to be doing everything right.

You get close in seconds, it’s your first time even being touched like this. You’ve never even touched yourself before! You’ve never masturbated! (Your slick coating Mr.Carl the bear begs to differ.)

He can tell your close, he gets impossibly faster with his thrusts. Your a moaning mess underneath his hands, turning into putty for him to use.

The bed is moving too much for it to be just from him fingering you. You sit up just a little bit to look down and confirm your suspicions. Druig is jumping the corner of the bed. Hot.

The sight of Druig grinding against the bed sets you over the edge. You cum all over his hand, your slick covering his fingers, wrist, and forearm.

“Mhmm, virgins get wet so easily. Can’t wait to feel your soaking pussy wrapped around my cock.”

You thought he’d stop already. You’d already came, that much was evident, so why was he still pumping his fingers in and out of you?

“Mmm, dr-daddy it’s too much!”

“Be quiet or I’ll shut you up myself.” Don’t gotta tell you twice.

You muffle your whimpers with the palm of your hand, the other one finding the bed sheets to ground yourself. You were feeling floaty already.

Druig making you call him daddy, the overstimulation of him fingering you, and the tears slowly running down your cheeks was too much.

You slipped your thumb into your mouth, a coping mechanism you used when overwhelmed. Usually when you do this you’re stressed because of a test, not because you’re being fingered by an absolute God.

“Such a dumb bunny, I beg there’s not a single thought in your head right now that ain’t about me” Druig smiled. Keeping his eyes on you, he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He planned on making you cum 4 times tonight. One orgasm for each time you made him hard that day.

You could feel him deep inside you, his tongue claiming you all over again. You squirmed as you found yourself getting close to the edge again. And Druig new this too.

“I want you to keep your eyes on me when you cum, look away, and I’ll stop and leaving you begging me to cum.” You nodded in submission and listened.

Once you found yourself about to cum, you looked at Druig with begging eyes. You looked so pathetic right now, it made him chuckle. The vibrations from his laughter sent you over the edge. Your eyes almost rolled back, but Druig smacked your thigh before they could.

While Druig helped you ride out your orgasm, you made eye contact the entire time. Once your high was over, you were left panting and staring up at the ceiling.

“Oh baby, we aren’t even close to done yet.”

[cdragons]

Druig x Hecate!Eternal Reader (AKA Kaetlyn) Headcanons Part 1

Note: Hecate!Eternal’s name is Kaetlyn (it’s still a Reader x Druig au, but it’s just easier for me to give her a name). Her powers are that of manipulating shadows and darkness. For the sake of easier writing, Kaetlyn is ENFP and Druig is INTJ. The MBTIs of the characters don’t really matter that much, but they do help me out when figuring out scenes and writing headcanons. Also, these headcanons are really Part 1 of many.

Also, because these are Druig x Reader headcanons, the reader will be referred as “You”.

In the simplest of terms, your two’s ship dynamic is very… cool & stoic on the outside, but soft on the inside (Druig) x Chaotic Dumbass Sunshine who hides their crippling anxiety (You)

You are clingy…like VERYYYYY clingy

But Druig LIVES for the fact that you love his attention so much, and genuinely thinks that you are the most adorable creature in the whole f*cking universe

Druig is constantly pissed off at everyone on the team except the following: You, Makkari, Sephia, and Thena (he drinks his respect women juice every damn day without fail)

Phastos and Gilgamesh are cool, but Gilgamesh is low-key kind of hyper for him (so are you, but at least you have the excuse of being the light of his life); also, he mostly just teases Phastos for his inventions

He also gets along with Sersi, but he low-key thinks she’s too much of a follower with how well she gets along with Ikaris and reveres Ajak

He assumed the same of you when you all first arrived on Earth, given how you and Kingo were pretty close to one another (very chaotic sibling-like antics)

But then he saw you throw a sandal at Ikaris’ face when he commented that you were too “menacing” to wear any of the human clothing gifted to you from the village women for all the childbirths you aided (leaving a VERY red imprint that resulted in a broken nose with how hard you threw it)

And then you basically converted your room at the Domo into a secret laboratory to sneak in all the Deviants you killed to study their anatomy & physiology, and just slept in Sephia’s room – all without Ajak’s permission!

You got in a HUGE amount of trouble, but you were stubborn in your belief that the deviants had to have shared some common anatomical features to target; and by studying them, this information would make killing them so much easier

It pissed Ikaris so much when Ajak ended up approving of your research (lol, what a loser), and it made you sooooo happy

To say he was intrigued – and little turned on – from that point on was a severe understatement

You, on the other hand, were fond of Druig pretty much from the beginning you laid eyes on him

Despite your stubbornness and hyperactive attitude, you were extremely observant and intuitive of those around you (you had to be, you were literally a shadow assassin), so when your gut told you that there was more than meets the eye when it came to someone – you listened

And you were not disappointed when it came to Druig

You adored how he wasn’t super showy in his kindness and affection towards humans, and you could see in the huge amount of love he had for them in his eyes

You would always try to make conversation with him, and try to get to know him so that you two could at least be friends

So, when HE was the first to approach you for conversation, you were over the moon – and it didn’t help how hypnotic you found his blue eyes to be, along with how soft his voice would get in teasing you, not to mention how soft his lips looked whenever he talked!

Makkari and Sephia both knew about your crush, and they (mostly Makkari) loved to tease you over it (but they were your #1 shippers); so did Kingo, but he thought something was wrong with you (your shadow slapped his head for that)

Druig was skeptical at first, and rebuffed your multiple attempts to befriend him – until Makkari literally smacked his head at learning this, and told him how nice you were and you honestly admired him

He decided to make amends to you by approaching you first for once – only to be sucker punched in the gut at your earnest warmth and affection towards him, and all those guarded walls came crashing down

He was NOT prepared to experience so much wholesomeness in someone who was LITERALLY the master of shadows and darkness, and he was even LESS prepared to discover how introspective you actually were compared to how you present yourself to others

He starts noticing things about you that just make him feel so warm and fuzzy, and it’s freaking him out; like how you will always have your arms open for those who civilization called “monsters” and “cursed”; always treating their wounds, making them laugh with your shadows, hiding them from real monsters (their abusers), etc.

When he asked you why you preferred their company, you explained to him that you knew what it was like to be judged by everyone around you – even going into detail of how insecure you were of your powers because some people (Ikaris & Sprite) liked to call you a monster

You then went on to tell him that you always seemed so happy and bubbly as a way for others not to see you as an enemy – and that you were so grateful for friends like Sephia and Makkari because they didn’t use your powers as an excuse to avoid you, and openly accepted you as a friend

You also go into detail that you didn’t like to use your powers that much, because you didn’t want to be seen as someone who takes pleasure in controlling others; that’s why you wanted to learn how to make medicine, so that you would be seen as helpful and not like a monster

Druig was blown away by how similar the two of you actually were to one another – he used his aloofness as a way to rebuff the others’ assumptions, while you used a mask of sunshine and happiness to avoid being excluded, but the two of you both understood the fear of rejection

And when he learned that you intended to use your skills in studying anatomy & physiology to hopefully study humans to help them (especially the women who go through childbirth and diseases) develop medicines and healing practices with Sephia (who you convinced to develop medicinal herbs and fruits)

You fell first, but he fell FAR HARDER

But you two wouldn’t get together for a couple of centuries because the two of you are convinced that the other is too good for someone like them, and so the mutual pining would continue for AGES (driving Makkari absolutely INSANE because her OTP is not getting together, like whyyyyyyy?????)

Makkari and Sersi totally have ranting sessions about how their dumbass friends aren’t getting together like they want them to

Also, your room is both a secret zoo and a mad surgeon’s laboratory

When it comes to animals (especially magical and strange ones), you have ZERO self-control, and Druig only encourages it

You found a newborn Doberman puppy with a little white spot on his belly so you named him Cerberus (Cerby for short), and when you were learning magic under Agamotto, your magic went a tiny bit haywire so then the baby pup got three heads instead of one

He typically only is shown with one head, but when he gets REALLY MAD, he will grow HUGE and with the 3 heads

Cerby’s favorites (after you) are the following: Druig, Sephia, Makkari, Thena, and Gilgamesh (bc Cerby will always be baby to them); but he gets along with everyone

Except Ikaris because he doesn’t like how the blue man is mean to his magic shadow mommy

Druig questions everything, and you want to know EVERYTHING…so naturally you are perfect for one another and NO ONE is surprised when the two of you finally get together

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