#this is embarrassingly not safe for w0rk

[wannabevampire]

Fun idea: Druig LOVES eating pussy and gets messy as hell with it. He’ll eat her out through her panties and tease the fuck out of her, then he takes them off and literally eats her out until she’s crying from overstimulation before he fucks her

That’s my angel.

oh 100%

that man takes his time. end of discussion.

totally went off topic! my bad <3

druig x fem!reader

dom!druig (hard dom but he has his moments <3)

sub!reader (bratty-ish)

warnings: degradation & humiliation (i am mean it’s me so that’s a given at this point..but this one is particularly degradation heavy!), orgasm delay + overstimulation, spit kink, crying (in a good way!), dacryphilia, spanking, use of restraints, pet names (mainly angel, puppy is also used!), mind control 😵‍💫, uhhh boot riding? idk how to tag that, dumbification! might be forgetting something?? idk

reblogs are very much appreciated!! :D

sorry if this sucks 🤧 i’m feeling a little off? hopefully it’s okay!!

18+ MDNI!!!!!!! no minors. fuck off plz <3

Druig. Druig. Druig pay attention to me please. Hey Druig please-

You thought over and over and over again. Knowing that he was reading your mind. He always did when you were being a brat (or as he sometimes liked to call it ‘a pain in the ass’). So he could monitor you behavior without having to give you the attention you so desperately craved, but had yet to deserve.

You'd been begging to get fucked dumb the entire day. Distracting him while he's working, being a total brat, and constantly teasing him.

But he refused to give in. No matter how turned on he was or how badly he wanted to put you in your fucking place, he was going to make you wait for it.

He finished up his work and stretched before heading to the bedroom you both shared. You were sitting there waiting for him. Your feet tucked under you and your hands resting gracefully in your lap. Looking like gods blue print for a innocent, obedient, submissive, little angle.

You smiled sweetly at him and cocked your head to the side playfully. Flashing him your puppy dog eyes, as if daring him to treat you like anything other than a good girl.

He looked you up and down before nodding approvingly and walking over to the closet. You watched confusedly as he simply went about business as though everything was normal.

He discarded his jacket, hanging it up before shutting the door and turning to face you again.

The look in his eyes was intense, almost angry.

He continued starring at you as he unbuttons the cuffs of his dress shirt and rolled them up so the fabric bunched around his forearms. He undid a few buttons at the top of his chest, allowing him a bit more freedom. He relished in the sensation and stretched his neck. Letting out a groan of satisfaction.

The noises he was making mixed with the fact that you'd been turned on all day was driving you absolutely wild. You yearned to reach out, grab him, and kiss until the two of you had no choice to fall apart. To liter his neck with kisses and bite marks. You wanted to tug on his hair so he would make those wonderful little gasps that set your heart on fire.

You shifted from your spot, flipping your legs around so they dangled from the side of the bed, preparing yourself to stand and face him.

"I'm sorry who the fuck told you you were allowed to move?"

Druig snapped at you, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"W-what?" You stammered, extremely confused.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. His harsh words and cruel behavior had you causing you to feel ashamed…and extremely turned on.

Tears threatening to fall and thighs rubbing together expectantly.

"God you really are stupid? Need me to spell it out for you baby?"

A grin beginning to tug at his upper lip. He began to undo his belt, and you waited patiently. Knowing that you were certainly about to be fucked until you forgot what language you were suppose to be speaking and the only words you could remember were "yes sir" and "Druig".

But instead on throwing his belt on the back of his desk chair like he always did. He folded it in half and stalked closer to you. His foot steps echoing loudly across the room. You hadn't realized how silent everything had been until the only things left to be heard was the rhythmic fall of Druig’s boots hitting the floor, the steady increase of your breath, and the whimpers that fell for your lips and flooded the air, filling him with excitement.

“You spent the entire day whoring yourself out. Acting like a brain dead slut, which you are by the way and I’m glad to see you’re embracing it, And now you want to pretend like you’re innocent? Angel, don’t you want to finish what you started?”

You stared at him, your eyes wide as you tried to gather your thoughts enough to muster a semi-decent reply.

He tilted his head mockingly, the look in his eyes was intense and his demeanor became darker.

“God, look at yourself. I have yet to lay a finger on you and you’re already ruined. You’re so fucking pathetic, I love it.”

Druig said, his voice had dropped a few octaves but it was clear it wasn’t a conscious decision. You just did that to him. You brought out parts of him he hadn’t even know existed.

His head was swimming with thoughts of you. His mind focused on one thing and one thing only, ruining you.

You’re brain felt fuzzy. All you could focus on was him. The sound of his voice, his intoxicating presence, you were drunk off him. Completely enamored, utterly in love with, and incredibly turned on.

All for Druig.

He made you dizzy with lust. You cocked your head to the side, mirroring him. Your current headspace leaving you slightly confused as to what he wanted you to do.

He laughed at this. He loved the way you always tried to please him, no matter what. Trying desperately to obey him even when you had no idea what he was asking for.

“Would you look at that? So obedient for me, aren’t you?”

He sighed happily as you nodded quickly, your eyes looked hazy and slightly tearful.

“You just don’t know what to do with yourself. Do you? Need me to do everything for ya huh puppy. Not a single thought in that dumb little brain of yours.”

You were itching to reach out and touch him. Images of you clinging onto him as you rut yourself against him. His thigh, his abs, his bicep, his boot- the image changed. But one thing remained the same in every frame.

You were desperate for him, and he was making you work for it.

You saw Druig’s smile and immediately realized he was reading your thoughts. Skimming through your memories as if they were the morning paper.

Well, At least now he knows what you want and he can give it to you! You thought.

“Oh puppy you really have learned nothing. You think I’m gonna go easy on you? Think I’m gonna give in and hand you everything you want on a silver platter?”

His laughter was almost cruel.

“Angel, I’m going to ruin you. Just like you’ve been begging me to. And when you get to that point where you’re crying and shaking and telling me it’s too much, I want you to remember that you’re the one who asked for this. So sit there, be good for me, and remember your fucking place.”

He walked toward you slowly as he said this. Sizing you up and playing mindlessly with the belt in his hands. Trying to decide if he should cuff you, spank you, or both.

A whimper escaped your lips as his eyes glowed gold and suddenly your minds-eye was filled with various scenarios of yourself and Druig.

…

You were tied to the bed, your wrists bound and fastened securely to the headboard. Held together with his belt, which was wrapped tightly enough to remind you of your place but not so much that it was painful. Besides your arms the rest of your body wasn’t confined in any way. Though you were naked and vulnerable especially, in the presence of Druig who was still fully clothed (minus his jack and belt).

He never liked to tie your legs down. Watching you squirm and twist around as he overstimulated you to the point of tears was one of his favorite parts. He liked knowing he could hold you down with nothing more than a few words and his own strength. No need for ropes or mind control.

However, he did like keeping your hands cuffed. It kept you from moving around too much, and reminded you that he was in charge. Plus you looked adorable crying and begging for him, knowing that you’d never be able to ‘escape’ on your own. And the feeling that accompanied observing the way you practically flew to him the second he released you was like no other.

The way you’d cling to him, whimpering and grasping onto any part of him that you could. Memorizing the feeling of his skin. Running your hands through his hair. Burying your face in the crook of his neck as you whimpered, your tears staining his shirt. As he held you and kissed every part of you until you laughed and pulled him up crashing your lips together. He could taste the salt of your tears and you could still taste yourself on his lips.

…

You gasped and blinked rapidly as you were thrown back into reality.

He was closer now, his eyes still shimmering slightly with gold.

You shifted nervously under his gaze. Your skin rubbing against the cold wood beneath you. Wait, wood? How did you need up here?

You were on the floor, looking rather disheveled and pathetic. Your eyes were filled with tears that had yet to fall, and your thighs were covered in your own arousal (which was now dripping onto the floor beneath you, an act that Druig would have a little too much fun with when discovered).

You stared up at him. Confused, and desperate.

He was leaning against a small wooden desk, standing directly across from you. His legs were crossed nonchalantly, the heel of his boots digging into the floor as he rested the majority of his body weight back upon the little table. He was twisting the belt in his hands knowingly. With a raised eyebrow and a smile that never wavered he looked you in the eye and said:

“You liked that didn’t you? You want it right now angel?”

Your face screwed up in confusion, there was no way in hell he was going to make it this easy. But still, he stayed calm. Eerily calm. He had yet to break eye contact.

“Well? Speak up puppy. Use your big girl words and ask for what you want. Or are you too stupid to remember manners?”

He scoffed and tilted his chin upwards slightly. He looked (and felt) like your superior, he was.

Well here goes nothing!

“I want you to-”

He sighed loudly, cutting you off.

“Wrong! I know I say this a lot but jesus, you really are just my little fuck toy. Nothing else. It’s all you’re good for really. Can’t even beg properly. You know what happens when you don’t listen to me angel. Wanna see another scenario? You might not like this one that much, but I’m gonna fucking love it. Ya never no though, you always have been my little whore.”

“No wait! Please just touch me, or…or fuck me! Please Druig! Sir I need you-”

“Bit too late for that, aye princess?”

“Dru-” But you were cut off.

His eyes flashed gold again and suddenly you were transported into to another scenario.

…

The smooth texture of the wooden desk felt cool and grounding against your face. The feeling of leather snapped against your skin, leaving marks in its wake. You were bent over his desk, the papers around you mixed together haphazardly and threatening to the slip off the side and on to the floor below you.

You gasped and whimpered as he spanked you with his belt. Hard enough to leave bruises. Pain so sweet it was pleasurable.

You could feel the stinging pain as he brought his hand down again. You could taste the salt of your tears that had run down your cheeks and onto your lips. You could hear his voice and the words it carried, a wonderful mixture of praise and humiliation.

“20.”

Druig said as he brought the leather belt down one last time. Leaving you shaking with relief, though a twisted part of you still craved more.

He could sense this, your mind always was so easy for him to read. Especially when you were in this type of headspace. All floaty, without a thought in the world except him. Druig, your Druig. Your mind was practically inviting him to invade your subconscious.

Which was currently trying very hard to suppress the fact that you wanted more.

‘cute’ He thought to himself.

And brought his hand down one last time, though he did so quiet softly. Leaning over you, your body bent over the desk, he brought his face next to yours. And after gently brushing a strand of hair out of the way, whispered:

“You think so fucking loudly. I know what you want angel, I know you want more. But you’ve gotten enough of those for tonight pretty girl.”

Druig knew your limits, even the ones you tried to pretend didn’t apply to you. But he wasn’t done with you yet.

He pulled up up and twisted you around. You were sitting on the edge of his desk now, one of his legs slotted in between yours. He looked at you for a few moments, letting his gaze examine every inch of your skin. He smiled softly before kissing you passionately. You immediately deepened the kiss and after a few moment of calculated self control you threw caution to the wind and began grinding yourself against his thigh.

He pulled away and looked down at you. You were too far gone. Despite being disconnected from the kiss your hips continued to rut against his thigh. Chasing pleasure so close you could almost taste it. Tears fell down your cheeks and moans flooded the air. He cupped your face in his hand, stroking your cheek lovingly.

Then his eyes began to glow golden. And before you knew it you were pushed to the ground. Druig’s hand wrapped tightly around a portions of your hair as you stared up at him. Mouth opened wide obediently. You felt distantly aware of the fact that your hips had yet to stop moving despite not being on his thigh anymore. You were grinding against his boot, desperately praying for your orgasm to arrive soon.

You truly were a sight for sore eyes. Druig thought to himself as took you in.

Your eyes were blood shot, cheeks tear stained, lips red and swollen from bite marks and stolen kisses.

One hand was wrapped firmly around his thigh, grounding you as you rutted desperately against his boot. The other arm reached up, holding onto his hand tightly. A reminder that no matter how real the things he says i’m scenes like these sound, you’re always his beautiful perfect girl. And he wouldn’t trade you for anything in the entire universe.

Druig tugged your hair back, though his intense gaze was what caused you to halt your movements not the pain.

“I love you angel.” He whispered.

“I love you Druig.” You whispered back.

He stroked your cheek affectionately before moving his hand around and pushing his thumb past your lips. He raised an eyebrow expectantly and you opened your mouth wider.

He bent down and spit in your mouth. You swallowed it eagerly, causing him to smile widely.

“Atta girl.”

…

“So which ones it gonna be puppy?”

He smiles at your answer.

Letting his serious façade slip slightly in the process. Looking at you with pure adoration.

“Atta girl.”

He tilted his head down briefly and gave you a look that asked ‘are you okay? can we keep going?’.

You smiled and eagerly nodded. He winked at you and blew you a kiss. But just a soon as the glimpse of affection crossed his faces it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He slipped effortlessly back into an intense expression. His eyes darkening as he re-adjusted himself into his former position. His change in demeanor immediately caused you to squirm, you could practically feel the dominance rolling off him. And you became hyper aware of the belt. An observation which Druig quickly picked up on.

He let out a cold laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. You watched as he extended his right hand (the one not currently holding the belt menacingly) and beckoned your forward.

It took you a moment to register. Which annoyed Druig slightly and he demonstrated this by snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor in front of him. Ordering you to come closer.

You quickly scrambled in an attempt to stand up and walk towards him. An action that was met with a scoff of disapproval. Before you knew it Druig’s eyes were flowing gold again and you felt yourself stumble and fall back to the floor. You mindlessly situated yourself into the position you’d been in previously.

You let out a whine of confusion and desperation. The tears that had been gathering steadily on your bottom lashes taking this an open invitation to fall down your cheeks. Leaving you crying and whimpering.

You just wanted to be good for him.

He laughed again, earnestly this time, when he saw how fucked out and pathetic you looked. He had yet to lay a finger on you and yet you were dripping for him.

“You wanna try that again?”

Huh? Again?

Your confusion must have been evident as he simply raised an eye brow and gestured to the space in front of him.

Oh?

Oh.

He smiled, when he saw the look on your face. A clear indication to the fact that you did indeed understand what he was talking about.

“Good to see there are still a few brain cells left in that dumb little head of yours.”

He sighed happily and tilted his head, mock-lovingly.

“Now crawl.”

…

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allie🕊

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