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Soft!Dom Druig headcanons??

he's so very gentle with you, his hands caress your skin with feather light touches, ones that makes you practically jump out of your skin

he's very big on praise, telling you how good you're being for him, how well you're doing, how proud of you he is for taking all he has to offer, you name it, it's getting whispered in your ear

he isn't big on like physical punishment in the form of spankings. instead, he'll edge you for hours, until you're a begging mess for him, and even then, he won't let you cum so easily

likes missionary so he can maintain eye contact with you. it's far more intimate in his opinion, and he loves watching your facial expressions

provides only the best aftercare when you've finished a session. he'll cuddle you, get you anything you want to drink or eat, with play with your hair, run you bath, whatever you want, it's yours

[siempre-bucky]

Pardon me if this doesn't make any sense. But what if Orla or Rory find the "one" that they want to be with like y/n & Druig; they ask their mum or druig how they were proposed to so they could to it with their partners?

Dad!Druig x Reader

I- this makes me so soft!!! I love the idea of the kids wanting a relationship similar to you and Druig! I took the slightest creative liberty here! I always get so nervous about posting a Rory and Orla centric fic, but I hope you all like it anyway.

Orla always felt like there was someone made for her out there

she believed that ever since she was a child and Druig told her the story of how he knew you were made for him and vice versa

in the back of her mind, she always knew it was Apollo

it was all but confirmed when everyone got together at Ajak's old property to celebrate her graduation from university

"I'm gonna have to get up there," Phastos complained as he looked up at the Domo

"I got it, Phastos," Apollo grinned before flying to the top of the ship

"Show off," the inventor grumbled

"Mom?" Orla questioned as they sat on the patio

you took another sip of your coffee and looked at her, motioning her to continue

"How did you know dad was going to propose?" she asked you, her eyes pinned to the flying man bickering with Phastos

you smiled fondly

"He was the complete opposite of himself," you chuckled

"He was so nervous around me, barely saying anything to me. His vocabulary? gone! It was adorable."

Orla hummed and slumped in the rocking chair

Apollo was the same way towards her lately

he either said something stupid or something so unlike himself

"Did...anyone else say anything?" she prodded

"Makkari knew; Druig tells her everything. She had these knowing smiles and was always looking down at my hand to see if he did it already."

Orla's friends made her get a manicure before the trip...

and even Sersi was acting odd

of course Apollo would tell his mother if he was going to propose

is that why she asked her for her ring size when you all went shopping a few weeks ago?

Orla felt an eruption at the sudden realization

what if he was going to propose while they were here?

"O-Orla?" Apollo's nervous voice called to her

the way he said her name in that charming British accent always made her weak in the knees

"Yes?" She answered too eagerly in her opinion, smiling brightly at him

he ran a hand through his silver patched hair

"Would you like to go on a walk?" he asked nervously, "before Phastos kills me?"

with a short giggle, Orla lurched out of her chair and held onto the taller boy's hand

"Do you think she knows?" Druig asked as he walked out the back door

"I think she does," you sighed happily as you watched them walk away

Druig came up behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist, drawing you closer to his side

"When I told him how I proposed, I didn't think he'd copy me down to the walk."

you let out a scoff and placed your head on his shoulder, "I loved that walk around Babylon, it was cute."

Rory wanted a love like yours

down to the instant connection at first glance

the feeling of when Druig first saw you on the Domo? The butterflies, rapid heartbeat, and longing to be with you for all eternity? He wanted that too

he felt you were the blueprint of true love

he sat behind his easel during his second year of university

anxiously waiting for the rest of the class to fill in

that's when he saw her

he felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of him

she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen

his eyes followed her as she walked beside a friend

her drawing pad tucked under her arm so she could freely sign

Rory's eyes opened a little wider as she sat right across from him

like the Domo

the girl looked at him

she smirked and turned her attention to her friend, nudging her

'I bet he's never seen a deaf person before.'

Rory smiled a little, he knew she was mocking him by her facial expressions

once she looked at him again, Rory signed back

'My godmothers deaf. I've been signing my whole life.'

her blush was cute...and priceless

the two broke out into smiles

'I'm glad I'll have another person to talk to then.'

Rory could basically hear the orchestra inside his mind beginning to play like something out of those romantic movies he'd seen

they instantly fell in love that day in the studio

and a few years later, Rory was having a crisis

Druig sat on the couch as he watched his son pace the living room floor

"If I ask her to marry me... it'll only be for a few years. Who knows when I'll stop aging? I know she knows about all of us, but what if she says no and doesn't want to be with someone like me?"

Druig hid his amused smile at his son's rapid-fire questions

"Rory," his father's voice cut in, instantly shutting him up

"I'm sorry," he apologized meekly

"Do you love her?"

"With every fiber of my being."

"Then ask her to marry you. She knows what she's getting herself into by saying yes. And she will say yes."

"H-how do you know?"

"I know true love when I see it."

a few nights later he sat beside her on a bench

the pair looking at a painting in an empty room at the museum

inhaling deeply he tapped her leg and slid down onto one knee

'My life is complicated. I have no idea what's going to happen in five, ten years. I just know I really want to marry you. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?'

she nodded eagerly and knocked him to the cold ground in a hug, happily kissing him on the lips

'Of course, I will, Rory.'