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simp4aemond · 7 months

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Obsession

Tom Riddle X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Mild language, Graphic, Smut, Toxic, Possessive, Protective, Angst, Fluff, Suggestive, Anger…

Prompt: Y/N Black is a mystery to many. She isn’t interested in making friends, only her studies. However, unbeknownst to many, one boy has piqued her interest——Tom Riddle. Little did she know, he had an obsession with her.

Sidenote: I did use some spells from the vampire diaries just for the heck of it. I may do a part two, but I’m not sure if it really needs it. I’ll leave it up to you guys!

Everyone seemed more chattier than usual. Maybe it was the upcoming Yule Ball or maybe it was because holidays were approaching. However, you hated the buzzing chatter, the obnoxious shouting, and all of the crowded halls. You had tried to go to the library as an escape from this madness, but everyone had infiltrated the library even.

You were the Scrooge that everybody was painfully aware of as you stormed through the halls with your books clutched to your chest. If you were a Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor, they would have laughed at the irked expression on your face. However, knowing you were a Slytherin strikes fear in many.

Not to mention you were a mystery to many. You were oh so quiet, along with a freakishly amount of smart, and an unearthly amount of beautiful. You chose to stick to yourself, choosing to not make any friends. You instead chose to have acquaintances in case a group project popped up, however you normally managed to worm your way out of that so you could work alone.

That was how you preferred doing things, alone. Other students have given up on trying to befriend you, seeing it as pointless. Guys would still try and ask you out, but their advances failed. They hadn’t noticed that your interest was piqued by a boy already. However, it seemed that he was just like you.

Tom Riddle was a handsome young man with jet black curly-ish hair and dark brown eyes that looked almost black from afar. He was fairly tall and had a lean look. His face was always blank…passive as he studied or walked through the halls or even when he was with his group of “friends”. They were his followers in his mind, not his friends. To anyone else, they saw them as a happy friend group.

You had noticed the things that anyone would pick up about Tom from afar, like his intelligence. Tom excelled in all of his classes, in fact he was tied at the top of the year with you. He too was introverted, preferring to be alone and in silence. For someone as passive as Tom, you noticed things he did. When he was judging something, he’d lean back in his chair, occasionally quirking an eyebrow as if he was impressed or annoyed.

When he was in a rather intuitive or creative mood, his eyes seemed to be a lighter shade of brown and he would get carried away in his journal. When he was thinking, he would zone out on his journal or something in the room.

You noticed that he’d clench his jaw until a muscle there ticked when he got angered. When he was annoyed, he had a tendency to sigh.

“Y/N!” Narcissa calls.

She stood among Tom Riddle and all of his “friends”. Tom’s eyes find you who was clearly irritated. You had made your way through the crowd and head towards her.

“Yes?” You ask.

“Hey, that is no way to talk to your favorite cousin.” Narcissa scolds.

“Who said you were my favorite?” You ask.

“It’s because it is me.” Bellatrix grins.

“Not you either.” You mutter.

“Moving on, have you seen Sirius or Regulus?” She asks.

“I’m not their keeper, Narcissa.” You mutter.

“They said they were meeting up with you.” She says, sighing in frustration.

“Well they didn’t. I need to get to class.” You mutter.

Before you could go, Bellatrix grabs your upper arm in a tight grip. You turn back to her with a clenched jaw as Narcissa steps back, muttering an “Uh-Oh”.

“Leaving so soon, cousin?” She mocks.

“Bellatrix, I’m warning you now to let go or you will regret it.” You warn calmly.

“What will you do? You're all goody two shoes, yet your in Slytherin. I think that dumb hat sorted you into the wrong house.” She says.

You pull your wand free, pointing it at her as you mutter “Stupefy”. You roll your eyes as she flies backwards through the crowd.

“If I wouldn’t get expelled, I would definitely crucio you or use the killing curse on you for your information. However, nothing is stopping me once we graduate.” You say, before turning and leaving the group stunned.

Tom smiles slightly as he watches you walk away, finding himself even more intrigued with you than he originally was. Call it an interest or maybe an obsession at this point. He liked to watch you when he could. He noticed things about you that he was sure no one else noticed.

He knew you were a quiet and mysterious girl, but underneath that “innocent” mask you wore, he knew there was a strong woman with a dangerous mind. You were far from innocent and today proved that more so to him. To anyone else, you were that innocent girl. However, when you let your guard down if you were stressed or angry or irritated, he could see the danger swirling in your (eye color) eyes.

He lets his smile fall, regaining his composure before turning back to his group. Bellatrix was back on her feet, a scowl on her face as Narcissa helped hold her up. He watches as Sirius and Regulus join them.

“What is wrong with you?” Sirius asks.

“Your bloody sister is what is wrong! She used stupefy on me!” She snaps.

“How pissed off did you make her?” Regulus chuckles, shaking his head.

“You both told me you were meeting with her about becoming a follower. Yet, she hasn’t seen either of you all day. So, where were you both off to?” Narcissa snaps.

“Have you seen how mad she can get? We learned not to mess around when she gets mad, Issa. When she is mad, she will take down anyone in her path. We’ve learned how to avoid making her mad. So, you go have that conversation with her because I rather not get crucio’d again.” Sirius says.

“Wow.” Avery mutters.

“She may be quiet and keeps to herself, but Y/N is a ticking time-bomb when you make her mad. She is intelligent, and maybe too intelligent for her own good. She also liked being stronger than others in magic, so that is why she studies so hard. However, because she is so antisocial and introverted, even as a child before Hogwarts, she took her studies serious, so she doesn’t understand fun. She is boring.” Sirius says.

“I bet she hasn’t ever shagged anyone, or snogged! A sixth year and a virgin! That is embarrassing.” Bellatrix cackles.

That further piqued Tom’s interest about you.. He found himself having more thoughts about you, both innocent and sinful thoughts. However, his sinful thoughts changed to the exception of you being a virgin. That made him feel a possessiveness over you he wasn’t quite sure how to feel about. However, he knew that the idea of you being with anyone else was sickening to him. You were his, you just didn’t know it yet.

Your studies past fairly quickly and you were heading towards the Great Hall. You sit at your normal spot, Regulus sitting next to you. Tom sat a table down with his “friends”, however his focus was on you. Regulus gently closed your books, pushing them away.

“Eat, then study.” He stresses softly.

As irritated as you were about him taking away your books, you listened. Tom quirked a brow, finding himself wondering if it was often you got so distracted by your studies that you didn’t take care of yourself the best. His eyes roam over you slowly, noticing the dark circles under your eyes along with the thinning face of yours. So, it was often, he thought.

“Y/N! My favorite sister! How has your day been?” Sirius asks as plops down across from you.

“What do you want?” You ask, sighing as you pushed your food around on your plate.

“Nothing to do with studies I hope, she is taking a break to eat.” Regulus stresses.

You close your eyes as the two start to argue, resting your chin on your hand. You open your eyes when Regulus stands, his voice getting louder.

“Enough!” You snap, the two instantly quieting.

It had gotten the attention of those around your table. You take in a slow breath before letting it out, regaining your composure before looking between your brothers with a blank look.

“You two bicker like a bunch of children. This is our brief moment to be able to hang out, however you both don’t know how to push aside your differences because you both are too hot-headed and irrational.” You rant.

You snatch up your books that Regulus had pushed away from you earlier and stood from the table as you left the Great Hall.

Tom watched you leave before looking between your brothers, before his eyes fell on your plate of untouched food. He puts some food in his bag, going unnoticed and decides to leave himself. He made his way to the library, heading to the forbidden section where he assumed you’d be. He feels a brief moment of pride flare in his chest, right about where you had gone. He clears his throat and you look up from your notes.

“Here. I noticed you didn’t eat.” He says.

His voice surprised you. It was deep, soft and mysterious. He pulled out some food he took from the Great Hall and handed it to you.

“Thank you.” You murmur.

He nods, going to leave and you begin working on your studies again. You sigh as a loud group comes into the library.

“Would you allow me to show you a place I like to go?” He asks, looking back down at you.

“I don’t see why not.” You admit, gathering your stuff before standing.

You follow behind Tom, not quite sure where he was taking you. You knew of his quest to become the Dark Lord. Some of his followers had big mouths, so you heard more than everyone thought you knew. They assumed you were clueless about his current quest and they all were tip-toeing around who would be the one to break the news to you. However, you knew. You knew more than them in fact.

He looks around, making sure there was no other students or professors in the hall before a door appears in the wall. Your lips part from surprise as he ushers you in, following behind you. You looked around the empty room in awe.

“The Room of Requirements…I’ve heard of it and I’ve looked everywhere for it.” You mumble.

“Yes, I searched for this room for awhile myself. I later learned that the room only will appear in great need.” Tom explains, seeming rather smug about finding it.

“The room seems to know you quite well…and you seem to know the room quite well too. Otherwise, the door wouldn’t have appeared because I’m sure my studies are not in great need.” You say, turning back to him.

You feel a heat spread across your body as you catch his eyes on you. The dark eyes slowly trail over you, mapping out your body. His eyes stop on your blouse where you had a few buttons undone since you were alone and had started to get a little hot in the confined aisles of the forbidden section in the library.

He steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you. You look up, not realizing that he was this tall. He puts a hand out and gently grasps your hip before trailing it up your side. He tugs on the middle of your blouse, revealing more of your cleavage, before he starts undoing the remaining buttons.

“That and maybe because I am in great need of you.” He murmurs, leaning down to trail his lips along your neck.

You shiver, feeling a trail of goosebumps being left behind from the ghost touch. His hands find your shoulders where he pushes the robes off before pushing your blouse off along with it. He leaves a soft kiss on your racing pulse, before he pulls back to look down at you.

You were left in a dark green lace bra, and he tsked quietly, approving the way they made your breasts look. The bra seemed to work as a push-up bra, but really Narcissa had gotten you the wrong size this year.

His eyes trail over your stomach, noting the soft curves he would be sure to feel later. His eyes focus on the short school-girl skirt, also Narcissa’s doing. You didn’t fret much about it as you knew you’d wear your robe more often than not. You were wearing knee high stockings with a pair of mary-janes.

“The school girl skirt, hmph, your just asking to be fucked, aren’t you?” He asks, a smirk slowly spreading across his face.

“Tom.” You say breathlessly.

“Leave the skirt on, but take your panties off.” He orders.

He begins unbuttoning his own shirt, watching you. You were frozen in place before you start to work the panties down. He held a hand out, looking at you expectantly. Your shaky hand places the matching dark green lace panties into his hand.

He balls it up and sticks it in his blazer pocket. You watch as his long, slender fingers work his belt off. Your eyes focused on his veiny hands.

“Hands and knees.” He says.

You slowly drop to your knees, turning over, no longer able to watch his next move. You get on your hands, moving so you are on your elbows. You arch your back down, sticking your ass out more.

Tom licks his lips slowly, swallowing hard as he watches you get into the position. He inhales deeply, watching as you arch your back. He puts a clenched fist to his mouth, lightly biting himself, not quite sure if this was really happening. The skirt hid nothing. He could see the big globes that he found himself really attracted to. He never would have taken himself as an ass man.

His eyes trail further down to see your glistening entrance. He pushes his pants off before he gets on the ground behind you. He brushes your hair over your shoulder, before he finds himself tracing down your spine lightly. You shiver unintentionally, however he enjoyed the effect he on you.

“How bad do you want me?” He murmurs into your ear.

“Please, Tom.” You whisper as you push your hips back.

“Pathetic. Do you want my cock or not?” He asks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and roughly jerking your head back.

A breathless moan fills the thick air in the room as a heat spreads across your scalp. He clenches his jaw, feeling himself twitch from the sound he heard. It was the beginning of a beautiful symphony, one he didn’t realize how much he’d become crazed for.

“Tom! Please! I need you!” You cry, feeling frustrated that he wasn’t touching you where you wanted to be touched.

He smirks, gently grabbing your hips. He uses his other hand to guide himself into your dripping entrance. He groans, your walls immediately grasping onto him, suffocating him. You moan lowly, your hands grasping at the stone floor as your eyes flutter shut.

“Fuck.” He curses, working himself in and out of you slowly.

“Tom, please.” You plead, pushing your hips back.

“Is my cock the first one you’ve ever had?” He asks, his eyes burning in the back of your head as he awaited your response.

“Yes! Please, Tom!” You cry.

He couldn’t help the grin across his face. He heard it, but he wasn’t sure if maybe you just kept them out of the loop. But, knowing he was the one to take your virginity was exhilirating to him.

“I better be the only cock you have here. You are mine.” He warns.

“Yes! I-I’m yours, Tom!” You moan as he starts to move at a faster pace.

“I’ll kill any boy who dares to be with you, because you are mine! I’ll punish you if I see you talking to some boy.” He growls, his hips now savagely moving.

You cry for more, your soft and loud moans were music to his ears. He breathed heavily along with you as held onto your hips tightly. Skin smacking echoed in the room and you heard his soft groan which sent you coming. He groans louder as you clench around him, coming around him.

You stood on shaky legs, buttoning up your blouse and grimacing as you feel your shared climaxes slowly leaking out of you. He grasps your chin, looking at you with a stern look.

“Keep it in. I want you to know who fucked you.” He says.

“Tom, I need my panties.” You say as your cheeks flush.

“Find another way to keep it in.” He says, before focusing back on straightening himself out.

You pull your blazer on along with your robes before grabbing your books and hurrying out. You reach the Slytherin common room, Narcissa and Bellatrix looking up from their game of cards. Sirius and Regulus’s backs were to you.

“Oh my god, you got shagged!” Narcissa exclaims with a grin.

“Who was it?” Bellatrix asks.

“Yeah, I’d like to know.” Sirius seethes, taking in your disheveled hair and the hickeys on your neck.

Narcissa looks at your knees to see that they were scraped up, but you choose to ignore your brothers and cousins as you make your way past them. Regulus laughs, yelling “Atta girl!”

A small smile graces your lips at your little brothers comment. He too was protective of you, but he knew you inside and out. He and you were far closer than you were with Sirius. You get to your dorm and think of showering, but then your mind wanders to Tom. Keep it in…

You pull on a pair of fresh panties as you change into your nightware. You found yourself tossing and turning for a long while before you fell asleep. By the time it was time to wake up, you were exhausted. You could sleep in, but that ruins your morning routine.

You go to the shower, grimacing at the burn in your stomach. It was now that you realized you didn’t eat once yesterday. You finished up in the bathroom before pulling on a black lingerie set. You gasp as your door opens and Tom walks in.

“I knew you’d be awake.” He says, his eyes slowly roaming over you and some of the bruises he had made from where he held you still.

“Tom, what are you doing here?” You ask, grabbing a random robe and pulling it on.

“I’ve seen it all, darling. I wanted to tell you no more skirts.” He says and you look at him confused.

“I…Is it because how short they are?” You ask.

“That and the school girl skirt should be meant for my eyes when we are alone. Do you understand?” He asks.

“I…yes, Tom.” You say quietly.

He grins, looking at your neck where you had several hickeys before he leaves. You frown and look at the outfit you had prepared for this morning. It consisted of a school girl skirt.You sigh, grabbing a dark green skater skirt that ended a little about mid-thigh. There wasn’t much you could do about the length of your skirts until you went shopping again.

You grab your button up blouse and your Slytherin tie. You grab the blazer and sigh when you see dust on it. You hang it back up, deciding you will have to clean it later because you don’t have time now.

You pull on your knee socks and mary-janes when there was a knock at your dorm door. You open it and see it was Narcissa.

“I came bearing gifts.” She says.

You open the door and she guides you to the small vanity as she begins to help you cover the hickeys on your neck and jawline.

“So, who was it?” She asks.

“I’m not sure if I’m ready to say who it was yet.” You murmur.

“Did he force you? I’ll make him suffer the worst ways imaginable.” She says seriously.

“No, no, he didn’t force me. I’m just not sure what is happening yet. I don’t know if it merely was just another shag to him or if it’ll turn into something. However, he’s being a little controlling of what I wear, mainly my skirts.” You explain.

“I feel like I already know who this is.” She says, sighing.

“Who?” You ask.

“Tom Riddle?” She asks.

“Oh…how did you know?” You ask.

“Tom is…many things. I don’t know if he is capable of love and a relationship. He is a very possessive man. And I mean to the extent that it isn't healthy. He is ill-tempered and easily jealous. Not to mention he can be obsessive too. I personally think you should put some distance between the two of you and let things die down. I don’t know what his intentions are, but I’m sure they aren’t good.” She explains.

“Alright.” You say quietly.

You were quite sure how to feel. But, you knew Narcissa meant well and you also knew that she knew Tom better than you. You trusted her advice almost as you trusted Regulus’s.

“All done.” She says.

“Thank you, Issa.” You murmur and she nods.

She leaves you to your thoughts and you realize you need to head down to the Great Hall for breakfast. You gather your books and make your way out of your dorm in a daze. You head to the Great Hall and see everyone was already there. You ignore the burning stare that you knew belonged to Tom Riddle.

“Hey, you okay? You seem out of it? And your running late.” Regulus says.

“Oh, I’m fine. I think I’m just in need of food. I realized I didn’t eat once yesterday.” You explain.

“Y/N/N, you’ve got to take better care of yourself. I will start treating you like I did the first year.” He warns.

“I know, I know, and I promise I’ll do better.” You sigh.

“Why is Riddle staring at you? He seems pissed.” He whispers.

“Oh, who knows.” You sigh, briefly glancing at Tom.

Tom was staring at your neck where your hickeys would be, but thanks to Narcissa, they were no longer there. You managed to eat some of your food before it began to make you feel sick. You felt suffocated with Tom glaring daggers into you and Sirius was no better.

“Stop it.” Regulus warns Sirius.

“I want to know who it was.” He snaps, looking back at you.

You clench your jaw, narrowing your eyes at him as you take a slow breath in and let it out. You pull your wand out and keep your hand rested on the table, so you don’t draw anymore attention to you.

“Keep glaring, brother and watch how fast you end up in the hospital wing.” You warn lowly.

“Guys.” Narcissa warns.

“Who is he?” He growls lowly, leaning closer to you.

“Oh shit. Take cover!” Regulus says, going under the table.

You reach forward, grabbing Sirius’s tie and pull him closer as your face heats from anger.

“Astronomy tower, now.” You grit out.

He stands and storms out and you stand as Regulus pokes his head out.

“Don’t kill him please.” He pleads.

You storm out of the Great Hall, wand in hand as you make your way towards the Astronomy tower to see him already there and waiting.

“Who is it!?” He snaps as you both circle each other.

“Sirius, it’s none of your business. Stop trying to act like the older and protective brother. Stop acting like you care!” You snap.

“I do care! You're my sister.” He snaps.

“Guys. Let’s try to keep calm.” Narcissa says as she walks in with her group.

“Yeah, let’s just hug it out and make up.” Regulus says.

“I want to know who has my sister acting like a tramp.” He snaps.

“Oh no….oh no! Oh no! Back up, back up, back up!” Regulus says as he pushes everyone back.

“Bombarda!” You fast and Sirius curses as he tries to dodge the mini explosion you casted his way.

“Confundo!” He shouts, but you dodge it.

“Everte Statum.” You cast, watching as he flies back against the wall, his wand falling in the process.

You walk forward, grabbing his wand before looking down at him.

“Impulsa Animositas!” You snap, gaining confused looks from around the room.

“I…Y/N, have you been creating spells again?” Regulus asks cautiously.

“Again?” Narcissa asks alarmed.

“What did you do to me?” Sirius snaps.

“Say something mean. To any of us.” You say, smirking.

“What the hell did you do to me you crazy bi—ow!” He exclaims after feeling a jolt of electricity go through you.

“Just as I assumed. This spell will zap you everytime you try and say something mean.” You say.

“That’s child’s play you idiot!” He snaps before groaning.

“Hm. This isn’t. Lihednat Dolchitni.” You cast.

His hands find his throat as he try’s to breath. You clench your fist tighter, watching how he struggles more before you wave your hand and it stops. He leans forward, breathing heavily.

“Tread carefully, brother. I have far more up my sleeve than you wish to believe.” You spat.

“You…you will get in so much trouble for creating spells. Regulus and I told you that you need to stop.” He breathes heavily.

“Then keep your mouths shut otherwise I’ll make you suffer in the worst unimaginable ways.” You say.

With that, you turn and walk past the group who seemed shocked. You head back to the Great Hall, gathering your items before heading back to your dorm. You were too upset and riled up to do anything. So, instead you hurry to your dorm and lock the door.

You pace frantically, running your hands through your hair. You let a breath out that you hadn’t noticed you were holding.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. Everything is okay.” You mumble to yourself.

The lock on your door clicks, so you turn and see Tom. He closes the door back and turns to you with that normal passive and cold look.

“That was…impressive.” He says.

“Tom, I really rather be alone right now.” You mutter.

“Why cover the marks I left? I left them for a reason.” He says, his voice hardening as his eyes turn several shades darker.

“I didn’t want to walk around with them showing. People would have said something and I don’t want to deal with that. Plus, I rather the school not know I was your play thing.” You mutter harshly, turning your back to him.

“Who said you were a play thing because I don’t recall ever telling you that?” He snaps.

“Tell me this, Tom. Are you one for commitment? Would you be in an exclusive relationship? Huh, tell me that!” You snap harshly as you turn to face him again.

“I can do commitment. Before, I’d say no. However, for you I am willing to do it. I’m willing to be in an exclusive relationship as you call it. Because I can’t ever get you out of my head! You are all I can focus on! It’s so…so irritating, yet I love it at the same time.” He growls.

“Tom, there are going to have to be some rules set in place if we are to do something. Like the skirt thing this morning. I only wear skirts.” You say.

“Fine. Wear your skirts, well not the school girl ones, however I can’t promise that some asshole won’t end up dead for looking. You are mine.” He snaps.

“Okay, and what about the marks?” You ask.

“You shouldn’t care what anyone says. You never have before, so why care now? I want people to know that you belong to me. I want the guys to realize that you aren’t a possibility anymore. You are mine.” He says, closing the distance between you both.

You look up as his hand wraps around your throat. He tightens his hand and you let a shaky breath out as you clench your thighs.

“You barely know me.” You mumble.

“I know more than you think, darling. You piqued my interest. When that happens, I tend to learn everything I can.” He murmurs, brushing his nose against yours before kissing you softly.

You hum, moving your hands to his hair. You whine when he pulls back, a smirk on his lips.

“What does that mean? How have you learned about me if you just started speaking to me yesterday?” You ask.

“Because I might be a bit obsessive when it comes to learning of the things that interest me. I won’t stop until I know everything.” He says.

There was banging on your dorm door and you sigh, going to walk past Tom, but he loops an arm around your waist.

“Who is it?” Tom asks, annoyed.

“It’s Bella, me and Regulus. Is Y/N in there?” Narcissa says.

“Well go away. I’m about to fuck my girl.” He snaps.

Your face heats up as you cover your mouth to hide your gasp. Narcissa gasps, Regulus laughs and yells for you to get it while Bellatrix throws a fit.

“We are not doing anything! We are just talking!” You exclaim.

“Talking, huh?” He says, quirking a brow at you as he slips a hand beneath your skirt.

You let a shaky breath out as he trails his hand up your thigh. He gets to your underwear, sliding two fingers beneath the lacy fabric.

“Tom.” You mumble.

“Talking and yet you're so wet for me. Do you want my cock again?” He asks, sliding a finger in you.

Your eyes flutter close and he grins widely, loving the way you reacted to his touch. You were the violin and he was the violinist. He played you so gracefully and loved the beautiful symphony that came from your mouth. It was his greatest obsession.

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simp4aemond · 7 months

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Oh, how you’d changed him

Tom Riddle x Reader

Summary: how you’d changed Tom and his life for the better, and how ridiculous his previous plans seemed after that.

Tom had carefully planned out his world domination, created his alias Lord Voldemort and the horrors that would go with him. He decided that he would single-handedly take over the wizarding world by any means necessary and reek havoc amongst the weaklings that surrounded him. This; a plan he had created since he was merely a boy, determined to return what this cruel world had forced upon him - sorrow and pain.

Until he met you. To Tom, you were like a breath of fresh air, an unbeatable presence with bright and hopeful features that offered a sense of peace in his life. You had been acquaintances since first year, however had become more familiar in sixth-year potions, just as he was plotting his first horcruxes along with the basallisk attack, you had been assigned as station-partners in the early September of that year.

When your names had been read Tom quirked a brow, however was not disappointed with the testily - having duly noted your previous achievements in the subject and feeling as though you could come in handy later down the line when his domination was more of a priority than his studies, but his world came crashing down when you turned in your seat to examine him.

Tom was lead to believe that he was incapable of love. A monotone psychopathic freak lacking human emotions, yet obtaining alien abilities. It when your eyes looked him over and your hair swayed behind your shoulders, he was unable to ignore the way his heartbeat quickened and breath faltered, in Tom’s eyes you were unfathomably gorgeous and he was unable to look away, a Medusa incapable of stoning her victims.

You held your hand out calmly and he admired the way your posture was straight and head held in a confident stature. “Y/n,” you said, lips soft and plump and voice soothing and gentle. “Tom,” he replied, voice failing him as he fumbled over his words with a stutter - something having never happened to him previously. You giggled at his mistake and he found himself enjoying the sound, instinctively making it his mission to hear it once more, unable to stop the smile appearing on his lips.

Tom also appreciated your knack for perfection. Your potions never failed to exceed beyond perfection and your applause was always deserved, taken with a humble nod to your peers before you set out defying the next odds in your path.

Naturally, Tom began to gravitate towards you outside of lectures, also. He’d find himself on the path to walk you to class or accompany you to the dinner table, or beside you in the library studying beyond the librarian’s patience and working hours. Tom found comfort in your presence and allowed himself to indulge regardless of what ‘Lord Voldemort’ told him to do.

Eventually, he’d offered his arm to stroll down with you to Hogsmeade on a chilly autum day, a few weeks before Christmas celebrations would commence and the winter solstice would turn the Scottish highlands surrounding you into an awe-worthy winter wonderland. “May I accompany you to Hogsmeade?” Tom asked with a small smile, holding his arm out to you while you friends giggled and pushed you towards him. You’d laughed with him as you threaded your forearm alongside his, joining you both at the hip while you replied: “yes, you may Tommy.”

Strangely, he never felt any kind of resentment to any nickname you’d give him other than his name. He welcomed your names with open arms and answered to nearly any plausible noun that passed his lips. He even bought you butterbeer to warm your frostbitten lips, sipping simultaneously while the barmaid offered a few obvious knowing glances.

You shivered as you walked on, the many layers you had adorned on top of your skin no match for the ever-growing cold attacking Hogwarts and found yourself struggling with chattering teeth. Tom immediately removed his long coat and wrapped it around you, admiring both the chivalry of his actions and the satisfied smile on your face when your body temperature started to rise. “No, no, Tom. You’ll get cold.” You said, a reluctant whine passing your lips to which he shrugged. With anyone else, he would’ve let you freeze to death, but not you. He would die for you, freeze to death if you will. “I’m fine, I’m more concerned about getting you back to the castle without hypothermia.” He says with a small chuckle, pulling you into his side by the waist. “I guess you aren’t so cold-hearted as you make yourself out to be, Tom Riddle.” He looks down at you and considers your words for a few seconds.

“You confuse me, y/n. I’ve never felt so warm and gleeful around a person yet you never fail to bring a smile to my face. Teach me how to do that.” I instructs but you shake your head no gently. “I cannot do that simply due to the face that you do it to me, also.” You reply, each exchanging knowing glances between each others eyes and lips. He leans down and traps your lips with his own, warming your body through a simple yet sophisticated gesture and from that day forward you were referred to as his girlfriend.

Of course, however he had also come clean about his upbringing and eventually the chamber and the basilisk. He had told you he was conceived under the influence of a love spell and believed that he was incapable of loving until he had met you. You laid on his bed as you talked; his head on your chest while you weaved your fingers thought his chestnut locks and listened to him. “I read a while back now about a recently investigated muggle issue called autism and it has occurred to me that you’re not incapable of love, you have asbergers Tom. I’ll read the passage to you later.” And all of a sudden all of his unjustified emotions and troubles made sense and he could finally find an unknowingly lost sense of peace within himself knowing what truly made him into the Tom Riddle he was.

When he took you into the chamber he’d told you all about his plan for domination and his large magical snake and how he had a few followers and you never judged him once. If anything you thought it was impressive that he yearned for revenge instead of acceptance but reasoned that perhaps an oversized snake and a killing spree were not the solutions he was searching for. The basilisk lived shrunken to normal size in a glass cage beside his bed after that.

And as the time went by and your relationship flourished, Voldemort seemed more like a past phase than a goal and was more focused on the life he going to create with you. He called his ‘followers’ pathetic and told them to get a life when they questioned his authority over their devotion.

Eventually, it came time for you to graduate and Tom’s hand was tightly clasped in your own as you looked at the castle for a final time. You were silent, acknowledging the end of this era and slowly coming to terms with it. After a while, Tom scoffed. “World domination.” He said with a smile shaking his head. “Who’s ever heard of such a thing?” He turned and picked up your bags along with his own. “Ready to go, darling?”

The two of you had shared your own compartment on the train ride home, others finding their own cubbies as Tom scared them off from sitting with you. Your head was rested on his shoulder as he read a muggle book to you that you had bought the previous summer ‘the great gatsby’. It was a deep and considerate book and made you think about your future, also.

“What’re we going to do now?” You ask out of the blue, interrupting his sentence as he simply closes his book and looks down at you, your face deep in thought. “Well,” he hummed, thinking for a moment. “We’ve booked that cottage in the Peak District for a few weeks, how about we think it all out then?” And you nod. “Sounds like a plan then.”

The next few weeks were spent waking together in the high peaks of the muggle countryside, simply talking and appreciating one another’s company and plotting your lives.

“Is it bad that I want to stay here forever?” You ask him, looking out at the sunsetting one warm winter evening. Tom thinks thoughtfully before saying “if it is then it’s bad that I want to stay here too.” As a pureblood witch you were born under the believe that muggle life was pointless and undeserving, and as had Tom - but together you realised you preferred the quiet and solitary, and not needing to use magic to do everything all of the time. It was a change. And it was nice.

One morning mid-august Tom was reading the newspaper and you were making you both toast. “Someone’s selling the property up the street.” He says and you sip on your drink and look out of the window. “What? The old farmhouse.” “No, the one with the long drive and vines up the side.” You sigh dreamily. “Oh, if only.” You say with a chuckle. “Darling we can afford it.” Tom says and you stay in silence for a moment, sharing the thoughts weaving through your minds. “It wouldn’t take up a large chunk of our savings.” He drops his reading glasses to the end of his nose and smirks. “We’re rich in muggle terms.” You laugh and shake your head at him. “You’re so humble, Riddle.” He stands up and slides his hands around your waist to hold you close as you share the view of the house in question. “We’re buying it.” He spoke after a while, finalising his decision. “What happened to the ‘I hate muggles and never want to be amongst them’?” You ask, turning to him with a cocked brow. He just shrugs. “They were Voldemort’s views. Not mine.”

Matter several months going back and forth with the previous owners and settling on an asking price, you were standing in front of the house- your house, beside tom, exactly how you had when you were leaving Hogwarts. “This is our house.” You say, not taking your eyes off of the scenic view before you. Tom takes you into his side and rubs your arm comfortingly before kissing your temple. “Our home.”

Tom became an Auror, acting as an undercover wizard in the muggle setting catching and reporting any source of dark or unrightfully used magic. You took up being a healer, training in the wizarding world but practising in your home village, being known as a respectable young doctor who all the elderly or adjacent citizens resided in to get treatment - and anything you gave them always worked.

It was a spring morning when you were down at the bakery picking up a loaf of bread for your dinners. “How’s that fella of yours?” The lady asked with a smirk. “Oh Tom’s fine, just left for work.” “Popped the question yet?” The old woman asks, elbowing you slightly. “We’re only twenty Agatha!” You say with a laugh. “Well, Arthur and I were married when we were nineteen.” She crossed her arms. “I thought you were telling me how much you hated him?” You laugh. “Oh he gets on my wire, but we were still married!”

That left you with the thought in your mind for the remainder of the day - you’d decided that Tom Riddle was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and then some.

In February you both took a trip down to the Lake District and rented a boat house with a large lake, your jobs and ‘trust funds’ inherited from family members allowed you to do this rather frequently and easily, nothing out of the ordinary to take a trip for a long weekend.

It was at sunset, rather early due to daylight saving hours when you rowed out onto the lake to just sit in tranquility for a little while, appreciating the quiet time together. You’d rose to your feet, sure that you had seen an owl fly by and when you turned around, Tom was on one knee, box in hand. In the box, the ring of Salazar Slytherin himself with a bunch of roses in the other.

“Agatha told me today is Cupid’s holiday.” He say, voice just beyond a whisper as a smile grew on your face and tears formed. “You know, until I was sixteen I was asphyxiated with the idea of taking over the world, finding a victim to take the pain that I felt. But those silly little thoughts were gone when I met you, the only person I live and breathe for. I never thought I could, however I love you, yn ln. And it would do me great honour if you would be my wife.”

You’d kissed and hugged him and wept into his shoulder as you happily embraced - ready to start the rest of your lives together. There were no other young women in the village and your parents had practically alienated you when you went to live with muggles so the ladies who attended your doctors practise took you shopping for your wedding dress - Tom insisted on paying.

Dolly was brutally honest and Susan started crying, Agatha kissed you and called you her daughter and it was certainly a day to remember - a gorgeous fitting dress, white and highlighting your features gracefully.

You’d gotten married in the village church, an audience of your neighbours and close friends and a few companions from school, Agatha was your maid of honour and Greta your flower girl, gleaming smile on her face while her husband rolled her down the isle in her wheelchair while she sassily threw rose petals. And Dumbledore was sat in the front row, a smart suit on while he smiled at the man the little evil boy turned out to be, and the gorgeous woman you had flourished into.

It was a beautiful ceremony and a beautiful day. And you were now the beautiful yn Riddle.

In September, Abraxas Malfoy and his wife wanted to celebrate their wedding anniversary and asked if they would drop their son, Lucius off for the week so they could go away. You and Tom decided to take the week off work and look after him, after all, the young lad needed to be accustomed to his god parents!

One evening Lucius had pleaded with you to go sit in the garden and paint together and of course you complied, taking the supplied and the young boy on your hip, and headed for the grass to make a mess. And make a mess you did, there was red in your hair and blue on his white libel shirt, and hardly anything on the page. Tom watched from the window sipping on a cup of tea, watching as you interacted with the young boy so naturally, tickling his stomach and laughing as you played hidey-boo. It created an odd twang in his stomach, the same he had felt when he had first laid eyes on you.

One day when the boy had been reunited with his parents, Tom had been sent on a mission to retrieve an escaped boggart. During his time at Hogwarts, his biggest was recognisably his own dead corpse, but when he approached the creature, it’s form was your grave with him sat looking deathly ill beside it weeping. Your headstone read ‘a loving wife and doctor, no children’ his stomach dropped when he realised what he needed. What he needed right now.

He got home that night and held you close and cried, feeling you warm and full of life. You caressed his shaking body as you soothes him, and when he had calmed he had taken your face into his hands and cradled it, telling you suddenly “yn I want a baby.”

Throughout your pregnancy, Tom was tender and reluctant to let you move without him being beside you. He became more protective than he already was an even took an extended paternity leave just before your due date.

Prior to that however, he worshiped you like a goddess. He would make you decaf tea - something you grumbled about but he refused to listen. He stopped smoking his pipe inside the house, instead taking it to the end of the garden while he and Mr Garson next door chatted about his wife and you. He made you lay on the settee and sat on the floor beside your growing stomach while he read old wives tales from a book inherited from his mother. He even sang to it once or twice. After the sixth month mark when your belly was becoming noticeably plump to the point you could rest your tea cup upon it without it falling off, he began carrying you everywhere. Regardless of how far the distance, and the fact you were carrying another human, he acted as though you were a feather that needed assistance and carried you the way he did on your wedding night.

When you took your own maternity leave, he was even more pleased - before he’d sit beside you in your doctors office and never took his eyes off of you, now he needn’t a reason to why. In his eyes, his love was pregnant and needed tending too. He’d shower with you and lift your stomach until he saw the face of satisfaction he knew well and loved. And he’d be lying if he said the breasts you were growing didn’t make his mouth water, as well as the fact there was a possibility that he could impregnate a pregnant woman - a thought that drove him wild but alas after many attempts, it was eventually an unsuccessful mission.

And in the next July, Tom was sweating as he held your hand and felt a great pain as you cried in agony beside him. You were in a muggle hospital, Agatha had awoken in the middle of the night and heard your pained cries and ordered her husband, Mr Garson to drive you to the hospital which he did, adjusting his thick-lenses on his glasses and having to be awoken a few times at the wheel from Tom’s furious barks, but you made it on one piece, and at quarter to ten, you produced him a son, deciding on naming him Mattheo Riddle.

After giving him a bath, the midwife’s tried to take him away ‘give you a break’, but you refused. Groggily saying “I’ve only had him ten minutes why would I need a break.” And Tom soon shooed them off, getting into the bed beside you and holding your son skin-to-skin as he slept on his fathers chest, and you on his shoulder. When you drifted off he kissed the top of your head gently and whispered sweetly “well done, mummy.”

Tom was determined to be the father he didn’t have. And a good one at that.

Mr and Mrs Garson cried when you asked them to be the godparents, you would’ve appointed the role to everyone in this village if you could - your own little family larger than it seemed.

The newborn stage went by awefully fast and you and Tom self with every hurdle and hiccup together, all the nappies and sick, and the 3AM walks when baby Matty would not settle. It was gone and soon you had a walking talking toddler of whom you were both awfully proud of.

The chilly autumnal eves suddenly turned into even colder winter morns, Christmas was making its rounds in the muggle world and you and Tom had became accustomed to it. You decorated the tree, hung candles, sung carols, gave presents and ate specialty meals on the 25th. Tom sat in his armchair, Mattheo on lap, reading glasses down to the end of his nose as he read A Christmas Carol to him.

You were making dinner, Mince Pie was on the menu that night in particular, and you smiled as you notice the snow falling. You wiped your hands and leant against the doorframe watching your two boys in awe, just memorising the picture for a moment. “Are you alright, my love?” Tom asked, smiling up at you. “Just admiring the picture.” You say, mirroring his grin. Then you turn to your son. “I’m awfully sorry to interrupt, master Riddle. However, so I do believe it is snowing.” He gasped dramatically when he heard the news. “Snow! But we’re reading! But snow!” You both laugh at his dilemma then suggest “how about we eat dinner, then we’ll read out in the snow and make a snowman.” The young boy squeals in delight and runs to the dining room to eat, sitting ever so patiently yet with an impatient smile on those cheeky lips.

That evening you built a snowman, read the last part of the book, and put your son peacefully to sleep in his bed after singing ‘Silent Night’ to him. You and Tom basked in the sight for a moment, just taking in the calmness of the setting.

And as Tom looked down at you, he thought of how you’d changed him.

*scoff* Lord Voldemort, who’d ever heard of anything so ridiculous?

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Draco: Tom is so much bigger than you.

Y/n: I could take him.

Mattheo: *just entering the conversation* In a fight, right?

Y/n: Why would I fight Tom?

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Diary Tom Riddle + little Harry <3 The comic is inspired by the scene in movie lol

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simp4aemond · 7 months

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My piece for @tomarrybigbang <3 I enjoyed partaking and drawing for my partner @ujiin 's upcoming fic!!! ♡＾▽＾♡

EDIT: Here's the link!!!

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Dating Tom Marvolo Riddle Would Include...

From my Wattpad!!

In my mind Tom is paired with a Hufflepuff. Bc thats what I am

Warnings: Sexual allusions, not proofed

- You are the ONLY person to call him Tommy - he has a thing for you in your uniform... because of course he does - something about that yellow tie... - one by one his Slytherin sweaters go missing - he HATES when you ruffle his hair - jk he totally loves it - but he'd never tell you that - he keeps you out of all his "dark activities" - he makes his followers respect you - and if they don't? - the hospital wing may have a new visitor - he's a DOM - SUCH A DOM - Like, it's Tom Riddle... what'd you expect? - on another note... - you spend lots of time in the library, the Room of Requirement, and his dormitory - you love reading to each other - when you read to him... - "Tom?" - "Yes, love?" - "Why are you staring at me like that?" - "Like what?" - "Like you're undressing me with your eyes." - "Oh but I am, my love." - And when he reads to you... - "Y/N?" - "Yes, Tommy?" - "Stop looking at me." - "But you're so lovely to look at, Tommy." - He tolerates cuddles - But he won't admit he likes them - class with him can be... interesting - secretly tugging at his hair turns him on - and Tom being turned on in class, is not good for you - good thing those tables are short and your skirt is long;) - he pushes you outside your limits - in and outside the bedroom - especially in the bedroom - He takes you to the Slug Club events - He spoils you - Even calls you "his princess" - But that's on RARE occasions - everyone wonders why you two are together - dark, scary, Slytherin boy with preppy, fun, Hufflepuff girl - but he likes you - a lot - for someone who can't love

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Clingy

Dad!Tom riddle X Fem!Reader

Fluff

"Mommy is mine!" Mattheo, your spirited three-year-old, shouted, pushing Tom's face away from you.

"Excuse me?" Tom feigned offense, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. "She is married to me, little buddy." He proudly displayed your ring on his finger, causing Mattheo to cry in despair. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at your husband's playful antics.

Mattheo had definitely entered that clingy phase. He only wanted you to feed him, hug him, play with him, and put him to sleep. He absolutely despised when Tom even gave you a little peck on the lips, and oh, was Tom having fun teasing your little one.

In the past few days, Mattheo's clinginess seemed to escalate. Not that he wasn't clingy before, but now it had become even more intense. As you tried to cook, his little hands would constantly explore your body, causing him to become upset when Tom was around. In an attempt to scare Tom away, Mattheo would even throw his food at him, which only made Tom laugh even harder.

You gave Tom a knowing look and remarked, "I wonder where he got his bad temper from."

Tom affectionately placed a hand on your growing stomach and whispered against your head, "Let's hope this little one isn't as jealous as his brother."

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Summary: the day after doing "it" for the first time, y/n scrambles to get dressed and loses her purity ring. Little did she know, draco had it. And wasn't planning on giving it back.

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I got out of bed and began to get dressed buttoning my white shirt up and putting my skirt on.

After that, I grabbed my Hufflepuff tie off the floor and through it over my shoulders. I didn't want to tie it right now.

I thought I was all ready when I felt that my sapphire purity ring I always wore wasn't on my finger.

"shit." I whispered in a panic.

Draco was sat against his head board, he hands behind has head. He a smirk plastered all over his face.

"have you seen my purity ring draco?" I said in a panic.

"even if I did, why do you need a purity ring when your no longer what they deem as pure" he sarcastically said.

"I need it because my parents gave it to me and if they saw me without my purity ring, they'd kill me," I explained to him.

He laughed a little than from behind his head he flashed the ring.

"you little bitch," I joked.

His smirk was bigger than ever. He was enjoying my anger.

I walked to the side of the bed he was on and tried to grab it but he moved it quickly.

"Draco! Seriously." I groaned. My frown had a little smile behind it.

"how about we make a deal. I can wear this ring on a necklace till you go home, than you can have it. But till than, I get it," he negotiated with me.

"And why do you want to wear my purity ring around your neck," I questioned.

He snickered than said,

"because than everyone can know how I fucked you after the party last night."

My face became red as a strawberry, I was flustered by his words.

"aww, I got you all flustered. Didn't I?" He laughed.

I covered my face, trying to hide his embarrased he was making me feel.

Draco took my hands off my face and made me look at him, staring deep into my eyes.

"you didn't say no to my idea so I'm gonna take that as a yes."

"fine draco, you win." I sighed as I admitted defeat.

He grabbed the chain from the side of his bed and put the ring on it, than put the chain on.

I will admit, he did look hot wearing my ring on his neck. But now everyone in the school will know I lost my virginity to Draco Malfoy at my first ever party.

Draco stood up from bed and I remembered he was naked.

Staring at his figure as he got dressed slowly.

"take a picture darling, it will last longer," he joked.

I rolled my eyes and stood up. Than I walked over to him.

"I'm going to head back to my dorm, I probably worried my housemates," I said softly.

He nodded and put his hand on my cheek, than pulled me into a soft kiss.

Once I pulled away, a big grin appeared on my face.

The next day, I walked past him the hallways, the necklace shined brightly and brought him a lot of attention. And me too.

He began to play with it and look at me, smirking and looking back at his friends.

He's was very proud of what he did to me yesterday night.

And I'm happy he did it.

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Can you do (a dark!Druig) one where druig captures the reader and uses his mind control to keep her in line as she resists and he slowly wears her down by using his powers to make her feel good/immensepleasure while he fucks her until she associates him fucking her with pleasure (through conditioning) and craves him and finally gives into him? Or something along those lines?

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞

Pairing: Dark!Druig x (female) Mortal!Reader

Summary: Druig is obsessed with making you his, and so he uses his powers to his advantage…

Warnings: mind control, dub/non-con, masturbating (f), pillow humping, biting / marking, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), cum-eating, penetrative sex (m+f), Dom!Druig, Sub!Reader, dirty talk, degradation kink, pet names (kitten and master amongst others), a weird kind of voyeurism??, kinda orgasm denial?? (it’ll make sense when you read it lmao), tiny bit of dacryphilia (crying kink), multiple orgasms, minors DNI

EXTRA Warnings: this fic features major use of mind control, in which Druig uses his powers to have sex with the reader and make her compliant, he also uses his powers so that she always thinks of him when she climaxes so she eventually learns to associate him with pleasure, so essentially like psychological conditioning / grooming. I appreciate these are very dark themes so please be forewarned before engaging with this writing.

This is a piece of fiction and I do not in any way condone the actions depicted in this writing.

Because of these dark themes, please read at your own risk.

A/N: more Dark!Druig? Yes please and thank you! I hope this is what you were looking for and I hope you like it🖤✨🥰 Also apologies, this is another long one!! It also took me so so long to write this so I super appreciate every like, reblog, and comment🥺🖤

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

You didn’t really remember how you ended up in this compound in the middle of the Amazonian forest. You couldn’t remember any life before this. In fact you couldn’t really remember anything at all from before a few months ago. Every time you tried your mind would just swim with blurry images, random pictures flashing so fast you could never really catch a glimpse of them. Trying to think back usually resulted in you getting a splitting headache in the effort.

What you did remember is what was responsible for you being here. Or rather, who. Druig.

That bastard had ripped you away from whatever life you had before this, forcing you to live here, to work here, to do whatever the fuck he wanted you to here.

To make matters worse, he never left you alone. He was constantly around you, blatantly and crudely flirting with you whenever he felt like it, making the most obscene comments when no one else could hear. You usually just responded by rolling your eyes and quipping back with a snarky comment.

But today when he cornered you alone in one of the storage rooms it was different. There was an undercurrent of anger in his comments towards you, an air of frustration arising from him. Your last smart comment was one too far apparently as he suddenly grabs your face in his hand, his fingers digging uncomfortably into your jaw. You cry out and attempt to pull away, your hands closing around his forearm. But he’s too strong for you. He holds you roughly in place as he brings his snarling lips to your ear.

“I think I’ve had enough of that smart mouth of yours” he seethes viciously. He leans back to look at you again. “The only thing I want to hear leaving your mouth is my name as you moan it."

“Never” you spit back defiantly. A dark laugh rumbles through his chest.

“We’ll see about that” he grins as you watch his eyes begin to shimmer with a faint golden colour. He leans in close to you, his breath ghosting over your lips. You try to pull backwards but his grip on your jaw is too strong. Pain flares through you when he squeezes your face even tighter at your defiance.

“I’m gonna fuck you dumb” he seethes. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think of anything but me.” You’re about to scoff and laugh in his face when you suddenly feel your entire body go slack. Your mind suddenly empties of all thoughts. You hear him let out a satisfied grunt, but it sounds distant, distorted somehow, like your mind wasn’t fully comprehending it. You then feel his hand release your jaw. Your body is then moving on its own accord, turning to face the wall. Your body takes the few steps until you’re right up against the wall.

You then feel hands on your body, roughly pulling down your trousers and underwear until your ass was exposed. You can feel Druig's body behind you press close against you, his body covering yours. His hips collide with your ass, grinding against you, shoving you harshly into the wall. You can feel his breath against the shell of your ear as he laughs darkly again. You then feel a sudden lightness as his body lifts off you, but your body remains firmly in place, no desire to do anything but stay exactly where you were. Rough hands are suddenly ripping your trousers and panties off you, shoving them down to your ankles. You hear a satisfied grunt behind you.

You then hear what sounds like a zip being undone, the rustle of fabric moving. When Druig presses his body against yours again you can now feel his cock against your bare ass. He grinds against you a few more times before leaning back slightly again. You hear him spit and feel a warm liquid lands right in the crevice of your ass. Druig drags his cock through the folds of your ass, gathering his own spit there. You then feel him guide his cock lower through the folds of your ass before you feel his head brush against the entrance of your cunt. Another satisfied grunt sounds from Druig as he pushes his dick all the way inside you in one motion. You feel a slight pressure, a burn that's walking the border between being painful and pleasurable. He’d given you no opportunity to prepare, to adjust to his size. He groans again at the tightness of your cunt, your walls squeezing him so firmly.

“Not so snarky now are you?” He hums as he sinks his teeth into your neck, biting harshly.

You feel him begin to thrust into you forcefully, taking no care to start slowly with you. He jerks his hips against you brutally, your front slamming against the wall repeatedly. The room becomes filled with Druig’s grunts mixed with the wet sounds of his cock plowing into you over and over. Your mind is blank, barely registering the scene. All your brain can focus on is the feeling, the feeling of being so full with Druig’s cock, the feeling of his head pushing against your sweet spot with each thrust, the feeling of an uncontrollable pleasure building inside you.

You feel Druig’s mouth pull off your neck as he leans back again. Then your vision is suddenly going blurry, your current sight fading away from you, replaced with a new view, like someone was changing the tv channel in your mind.

Suddenly you can see yourself, the back of you anyway. You can see your face pressed against the wall. You can see a hand on your back, pushing you against the wall, holding you in place. The view then pans to look down. You can see your own ass. You can see Druig’s cock as he plunges into you repeatedly, your wetness completely coating him as he moves in and out of you. Druig was showing you his view. He was literally making you watch him fuck you.

You watch as he thrusts sloppily into you a few more times before you feel, and see, your legs begin to shake. Your thighs tremble as you feel pleasure course through your body. You feel yourself clench around Druig’s cock, you watch as you convulse against the wall. Druig grunts loudly again as your walls squeeze him. You hear his voice ring through your head. I want you to think only of me every time you cum. The command rings though your mind like a chant, like a spell.

You’re then back to watching Druig’s cock disappear repeatedly between your folds. You watch as his cock pulses inside you, his hot cum filling you up. You then watch as he pulls his cock slowly out of you, his cum leaking out of your entrance, dripping down your thighs. He leans back towards your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“One day you’re gonna beg me to fuck you" he promises darkly.

You hear a another wicked laugh rumble through your head before you finally snap awake again. You blink in confusion, looking around you but seeing no one else around. You gasp in shock when you realise your trousers and underwear were around your ankles. It’s only when you rush to pull them back up that you feel the sticky wetness between your thighs. You then start to notice the pain between your legs, a pain that ached and yet somehow felt good. What the fuck had happened? Panic seeps through your body as you cover yourself. A shame spreads through you, a tear threatening to escape you as realise what exactly is leaking from you. But behind the shame and panic, there was something else. A satisfaction, a pleasure even. You felt good, blissed somehow despite the terror. You were mortified that you had to go the rest of the day with Druig’s cum sitting in your panties, but also you were so unbelievably turned on by it.

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It had been nearly a week since that encounter and Druig had barely left your mind since. He was like a poison in your brain, seeping into your thoughts and corrupting them. Every time you thought of him you could feel yourself start to get a wet, an ache settling between your thighs. You hated how much of an effect he seemed to have over you, especially one where your mind raged against him so, but your body just became intensely aroused.

Gods you hated that smug face of his. That ridiculous smirk of his. The way he titled his head when he watched you. Those arms of his in that stupid sleeveless shirt. The bulge that his soft fabric pants did nothing to conceal. Fuck. Fuck him. You moan in frustration as you feel yourself start to get wet thinking of him. He made you so mad, and yet so turned on.

Another frustrated grunt leaves you as you grab the pillow next to you from where you were lying on your bed. You roll it up and place it in front of you. You swing your leg over it, straddling the pillow. You waste no time in grinding your dripping cunt against it, the thin fabric of your panties pushing up and against your clit as you rut against the pillow. You just wanted this over with, to find your release and be done with it. You despised the fact that every time you touched yourself Druig’s face would be the one to invade your mind. It seemed you could only ever cum when it was his name in your mouth, his image in your brain.

You could practically hear him in your head. I want you to think only of me every time you cum. You can see his eyes flash gold in your vision, the words penetrating your mind, branding themselves inside your head. This particular vision seemed to pop up in your mind every time you got yourself off, like you almost had no choice but to think of him every time you climaxed.

You can’t fight it, even if you tried, and so you continued to drag your clit back and forth over your pillow until your orgasm broke over you, Druig’s satisfied face and smug laugh ringing through your brain. You grunt in frustration again. You hated to admit that ever since he’d been penetrating your thoughts you’d been having the most mind-blowing orgasms. It was like pleasure you had never previously known, it was almost unreal.

Really, fuck that man.

...

Over the next few weeks there were several more occasions where you’d feel your mind empty, only to wake up again with more stickiness between your legs. Druig was abusing his power with you, using you like a personal sex toy that he could fuck any time he liked. Part of you was horrified. But the other part of you... the other part of you liked it. You liked being used by him, despite how much you hated him. You just couldn’t deny how good you always felt afterwards. The aftermath of the orgasms he’d give you would leave your stomach fluttering for hours. And yet you’d always run home first chance you could to touch yourself again. His face, his voice, always swirling around your head as you did so. You’d go home, spread your legs open on your bed, and fuck yourself with your fingers, imagining they were his. You’d feel his cum still sitting inside you, coating your own hands as you made yourself climax over and over again.

It was like your body now physically craved him. The slightest thought of him had slick pooling in your panties. Actually seeing him around the compound made you physically squirm. You’d rub your thighs together discreetly, trying to relieve any of the ache that you felt sit between your legs. Though perhaps it wasn’t that discreet since Druig always seemed to have that shit-eating grin on his face when he looked at you, like he knew how much of a mess you were just from having him in the vicinity.

...

One day, after this turmoil had been going on for almost two months, you were on your bed, pillow between you legs, as you rocked back and forth again. You were thinking of Druig like normal, but somehow it was different. Your thoughts of him felt distanced, weak. The images of him kept slipping away. You were rutting against your pillow frantically, but the sensations just weren’t the same, they were weaker somehow. You bucked and writhed against the pillow, switching positions multiple times, adding your fingers inside you to help. But it just didn’t work. After almost an hour of trying you eventually give up, flopping back on your bed, a sweaty, panting, and frustrated mess. You huffed in frustration but you figured it was just one bad session. You’d be fine later on. Right?

But you weren’t. The next night when you went to touch yourself again the same thing happened. Druig’s image failed to stay in your mind, your body just unable to reach climax. All that you gained that night was a sore, rubbed raw clit and an aching arm.

This continued for another two weeks. You were never able to get yourself off anymore. Frustration and tension were just building up inside you, threatening to bubble over at any moment. What made the whole situation worse was that it also seemed that Druig had stopped using you as his sex toy. You didn’t know whether he’d lost interest in you, gotten bored, or simply found someone else. Worse than that, your body still craved him. Your body was constantly in want for him, to have his touch on you again, to have his cock in you just one last time, just anything. You were in a constant state of desire. A desire that was never fulfilled or relieved.

After another week of this you were completely at your wits end. Your mind was in denial but your body knew exactly what you needed. You needed Druig. You needed Druig to touch you. You needed Druig to fuck you.

And that’s how you now found yourself storming towards Druig’s cabin in the middle of the night.

You approach his cabin and gasp in surprise when you notice him just outside his cabin, like he was waiting for something, or someone. Druig stood on his decking, looking down at you as you approached, a look of knowing on his face, like he knew you were eventually going to come confront him. That devil’s grin was back on his face. That smug bastard you seethe in your head. You hear that familiar dark laugh cut through the night air. He smirks at you before turning around and walking back into his cabin, leaving the door open behind him, beckoning you inside. You hesitate for a second. Were you really going to do this? Your pussy aches between your legs, weeks of pent up frustration and desire throbbing in your cunt. Yes you really were, apparently.

You followed him inside, wondering through his cabin until you found him waiting in what must be his bedroom. He’s stood leaning against a desk opposite the foot of the bed. You tiptoe past the threshold of the room, suddenly nervous and unsure of how to go about asking this man to fuck you into oblivion.

“Something on your mind little one?” He teases, leaning back on the desk, raking his gaze over your body. The hunger in his eyes sends a wave of arousal through your body. You genuinely don’t think you’d ever been so desperate to fucked in your entire life. You just wish it didn’t have to be with this asshole.

“I think you know what’s on my mind” you murmur.

“Mmm I do, but I want to hear you say it” he purrs, his eyes narrowing at you. You feel your jaw tighten in frustration. So he wasn’t going to make this easy.

After a few moments he speaks up again.

“Come on sweetheart. I know why you’re here, I know how desperate you are...” he whispers huskily, his words going straight to your throbbing cunt.

“How could you possibly know?” You breathe.

“Because I’m the one who’s been making you so frustrated. I’m the one who hasn’t let you cum in weeks” he says bluntly. Your eyes widen in shock.

“But I’m also the one who let you have all those mind-blowing orgasms beforehand too” he smirks again.

“W-what do you mean?” You stammer quietly.

“What do you think I mean, little one?” He teases you, walking over to you, moving to stand close behind you, his breath hot on your neck. You feel your body tense and your pussy clench at his sudden proximity.

“All those times I thought of you whilst I- I- got off? That was actually you? In my mind?” You whispered in disbelief.

“Yes kitten, every-single-time. And fuck, you looked amazing touching yourself like that, my name falling from those perfect lips of yours” he practically purrs into you ear.

“You were watching me?” You squeak. There’s that despicable laugh of his again, his breathe fanning across your neck.

“I was in your head, kitten. Your eyes were my eyes. I watched as you watched you fuck yourself with your fingers” he breathes huskily.

“And you really did make my mind think only of you?”

“Mmm, only of me sweetheart” he murmurs whilst suddenly kissing down the side of your neck, nipping you with his teeth as he goes. You moan involuntarily, your entire body aching with need.

“So why haven’t you done it recently? You haven’t been in my head for weeks, I haven’t...haven’t...in weeks...” you stammer weakly.

“Haven’t cum? Yes because I’ve been deliberately out of your head for a little while now” he hums.

“Why?” You breathe. You can feel him smirk again.

“It’s a game of patience, sweetheart. I was waiting for this. Waiting for you to crack. Now you’re here. And you want it. You want me. Of your own accord” he laughs darkly. “And now, kitten, you’re gonna fucking beg for it” he bites your earlobe harshly once before he spins your round to face him.

Your mouth hangs open as you stare at him in awe.

“So go on, beg for it” he taunts. Your mouth opens and closes, words completely failing you. Your pride wanted you to just spin around and walk out the door. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Something deep inside you had pulled you here, and now it was keeping you in place. Your mind and your body were overwhelmed with the thought of him fucking you. You needed him to fuck you, even if it did mean you had to beg for it.

You swallow your ego and your pride. You look to the floor as you sink to your knees in front of him, your hands folded in your lap.

“Please. Please Druig” you whisper, keeping your eyes trained on the ground.

“Hmm, please what?” He mocks you.

“Please. Please… fuck me Druig.” He laughs again.

“Come on kitten, I think you can do better than that” he taunts you, grabbing your chin between his fingers, squeezing your jaw harshly. He lifts your chin so you’re forced to look at him. “Tell me what you want baby, beg for it.” An agonised moan escapes you.

“Druig please, fuck me. I want you to touch me. I want to feel your hands on my skin, on my cunt. I want to feel your cock so full inside me. I want you to absolutely ruin me. I want to feel myself stretch over your glorious cock. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk, until I can’t even think. Please Druig please” you cry. Clearly you’d hit the mark with those words because a satisfied grunt sounds from Druig.

“Good girl” he praises before he bends forward to place a rough, sloppy kiss to your lips. “I’m gonna fuck you dumb” he confirms, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth.

“But first” he stands back up. “You’re gonna suck me until I cum in that filthy little mouth of yours” he instructs as he pulls his hardened cock out of his pants.

Even just the sight of his dick makes you moan. You lean forward slightly and stick out your tongue so it just dips into the slit on his tip. You can taste the salt of his pre-cum already. You flick your tongue again, eliciting a deep groan from Druig. You feel a weird sense of power flow through you, having Druig moan like that because of you. It makes you bold. You reach out and grab his base with your hand, pumping him a few times with your hand. You then take him into your mouth, fitting in as much as you can take before your gag reflex kicks in. Another deep groan sounds from Druig as your mouth starts to move on him, bobbing your head and up and down. You pump his base where your mouth can’t reach. You work him for a while, your jaw beginning to ache with the effort, but you knew he’d never let you stop, not until he’d finished down your throat. So you pushed through the pain, squeezing his base slightly with your hand, flattening your tongue against the underneath of his shaft. You hollow out your cheeks, sucking him as hard you can.

“Ah fuck, there’s a good girl. I always knew your mouth would feel amazing” he pants from above you. You moan at his praise and the vibrations from your sound elicit another groan from him. Next thing you know he’s got his hand twisted in you hair, forcing your head to move even faster on him. He bucks his hips, fucking himself into your mouth. His pace is desperate and sloppy and you can tell he’s close.

You take your other hand and begin to massage his balls, rubbing them in your hand. You hear him swear again as he ruts extra hard.

“Yes, just like that kitten” he whispers, his head thrown back in pleasure. His grip in your hair tightens as his hips still, you can feel his cock pulse inside your mouth, his balls contracting in your hand.

“There’s a good girl” he grunts, thrusting so deeply into your mouth you gag around him, a tear slipping from your eye. Your gagging throat around him causes another deep moan to leave him. You then feel his hot load shoot to the back of your throat. But you keep sucking, drawing out every last drop he had to give you until he’s pulling you off him by the hair. You looks down at you with lust blown eyes as swallow his entire load. He moves his hand from your hair back to your face, pinching your chin in his fingers.

“You’re going to do exactly as I say or else you’ll be leaving here just as frustrated as you arrived. You understand?” He tightens his grip on your chin.

“Yes, Druig” you whisper.

“Yes, master” his eyes flash gold for a second as you feel your head empty.

“Yes master” you hear your voice repeat.

“Mmm there’s a good girl” he groans, releasing your chin, his eyes dimming down as you feel your consciousness flow back into you. He tucks himself back into his pants before he moves to sit in the chair by the desk, facing you.

“I’m not gonna touch you just yet, kitten” he purrs. A whine escapes you.

“Hush little one” he snaps. “Instead, you’re gonna come sit here and ride my thigh until you cum for me."

You moan instinctively at the promise of some relief.

“I want you to strip first though. I want you completely naked in my lap” he instructs.

“Yes master” you squeak, getting up off your knees. Druig keeps his eyes on you as you slowly shuck off all your clothes until you’re completely bare in front of him. His satisfied smirk and hungry eyes make you moan again.

“Fuck you’re incredible” he says, looking you up and down torturously slow. He pats one of his thighs, “come take a seat here babygirl.”

You waste no time obeying his instruction, almost leaping over to him. You straddle his thigh, sinking down until the fabric of his trousers burns over you aching clit. An almost embarrassingly loud moan sounds from you as you finally gain some friction after being desperate for so so long. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as you use him as leverage to help rock yourself back and forth on his thigh. Even just the slightest of movements felt amazing, back like it did when Druig was in your head all those weeks ago. Except now it was even better because Druig actually was here, beneath you, his hands gripping your hips, helping you grind your cunt into his thigh.

“That’s it kitten” he praises. “Much better than that pillow of yours hmm?” He coos as you begin to speed up your rhythm, his grip on your hips tightening until you knew they’d leave bruises.

“Yes master. Much better” Both you and Druig have your heads down, watching as you rock against his thigh. Your pants and moans start to increase as you finally, finally, start to feel your climax approaching. Weeks of pent up frustration and arousal coil in your lower belly, just moments away from release. You look up to Druig to discover he’s already watching your face. You look in his eyes, silently asking permission, begging that he finally let you cum.

“You can cum kitten” he confirms. “But you keep your eyes on me as you do so” he commands. You nod once as you rock fervently against him. You gasp as you finally feel the coil snap, that long-awaited release washing over you at last. Your mouth hangs open as your eyebrows furrow together, the pleasure completely taking over your body. You make sure to keep your eyes open, Druig’s lusty stare just making the orgasm all the more intense. Your legs shake as you ride through your climax. Druig groans at the sight of you falling apart on his leg.

“Good kitten” he praises. He then leans up and captures your open mouth with his. You both moan into the kiss as he shoves his tongue against yours. You move your hands from his shoulders to his neck, tugging the short hair at the nape of his neck. He groans as you scratch your nails across his scalp.

Next thing you know he’s hooking his hands under your butt, lifting you with him as he stands up. Your kiss never breaks as he walks you over to the bed. He lowers you onto the bed, crawling over you. You’re frantically pawing at him, tugging on his hair, on his shirt, bucking your hips up against his, pitifully desperate to have him inside you. You whine into the kiss, pushing up into him, your teeth clashing. He pulls back from you slightly.

“Patience little one, I’m going to give you exactly what you want” he smirks. He leans up further to discard of his shirt. You immediately reach forwards, your hands roaming over his body, raking your nails down his chest. He groans again he kisses you roughly again. This kiss is briefer as he leans up again to pull his trousers and pants down, once again freeing his hardened cock. You moan at the sight of it, at the anticipation of finally having it inside you. You lie back, spreading your legs wide, waiting for him. He chuckles that devious laugh of his. He lifts his chin at you before speaking.

“Flip over kitten” he commands. You look at him in slight shock and confusion, hesitating.

“Don’t make me repeat myself” he warns, a sharp edge to his voice. You swallow nervously before hesitantly rolling over to lay on your front. A satisfied grunt leaves Druig as he gets the perfect view of your ass. He crawls over the top of you, his mouth coming to rest by your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you like the little slut you are. Coming in here so desperate for my cock hmm? Just begging for me to fuck you” He growls into your ear causing a shiver to run down you entire body. You feel him grind his dick on your ass for emphasis. You moan and push your ass up against him, begging him to just get inside you.

“But I’m gonna make you wait just a little longer” he bites the shell of your ear. You’re about to whine when a gasp cuts you short as you feel one of his fingers enter you.

“Fuck you’re soaking. You really are just so desperate for me aren’t you? It’s pathetic kitten” he moans into your neck as he pushes another finger inside you. He scissors them inside you, stretching you open. He begins a languid pace of pumping his fingers in and out of you, all the while continuing to grind his cock against your ass. His other hand holds his weight just above you whilst his mouth attacks your neck and shoulders, biting and sucking bruise after bruise all over your delicate skin.

Even with his slow pace you can start to feel a climax build inside you, a slow burn settling in the pit of your stomach. You also couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he was finally touching you, that you were going to cum on his fingers instead of your own. The thought makes you moan again and push your hips harder against his hand, letting his fingers hit even deeper inside you. He groans and begins to pump you a bit faster. His pace paired with your bucking quickly has you racing towards another orgasm. You feel your thighs begin to tremble again, your body shaking slightly underneath him. A strangled gasp sounds from you as you feel that coil snap again, your orgasm washing over you. You clench around Druig’s fingers, continuing to buck against him to ride out your high. He groans and keeps pushing his fingers into you.

“Was that good babygirl? Much better than your own fingers?” He mocks as he harshly pulls his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss of contact and nod pitifully.

You feel Druig shift slightly above you. The next thing you hear is him pumping himself a few times. Then you feel the head of his dick swipe through your soaking folds. You moan and shudder even from that simple action. You lift your ass up even higher, moving your knees to spread yourself even wider for him. He groans, pushing his head through your folds a few more times, gathering your arousal. He was so close and yet so far from where you wanted him.

“Druig, please” you whimper. He freezes his actions suddenly.

“Who?!” He snarls.

“Please, master, please. I’m sorry. Please, please just fuck me” you’re practically crying at this point.

“That’s better” he commends just as he pushes his tip inside you. You’re so wet with weeks of want that he slides into you with almost embarrassing ease. The quietest “oh fuck” leaves Druig’s lips as he sinks to the hilt inside your cunt. You both moan together as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into you again.

This time Druig doesn’t waste time with starting slow, he sets a brutal pace of pounding into you, finally fulfilling his promise of fucking you dumb, fucking you until your only thoughts were of him.

“You like that little one? You happy now my cock is finally in you?” He pants above you. His one hand is on your hip, pulling you harshly against his hips as he fucks himself into you. You just whimper incoherently, your body completely taken over by the sheer pleasure of finally having him inside you again. You know he’d fucked you before, but this was the first time you were fully conscious, and it felt all the better for it.

“Use your words kitten” he coos in your ear.

“Mmmm fuck... Druig you feel... s-so good. I-I...” you try to speak but you’re so drunk on his cock you just trail off into more incoherent moaning.

“My cock made you too dumb to speak hmm?” He taunts. He laughs at you as he thrusts into you even harder, the head of his dick hitting your sweet spot over and over. Your pussy is sensitive from your first two orgasms but you’re too wrapped in the pure bliss that Druig’s cock was providing you to really care.

More pathetic whines and moans escape you as you start to feel that burn in your lower belly again, the pressure of your third incoming climax building. You arch your back, fisting your hands tightly into the sheets beneath you.

“You gonna cum again? Gonna cum all over my cock? That’s exactly what you wanted it isn’t it? You little slut.” Druig mocks you, his breath hot in the crook of your neck.

You just cry and nod again, your whole body convulsing as you reach the precipice of pleasure. You then feel his other hand reach underneath you, sliding down the front of your belly until he reaches your folds. His fingers begin circling your clit, matching the rhythm of his cock moving inside you. You almost feel tears sting your eyes as your pleasure heightens to a level you’re sure you’ve never felt before. It’s so pleasurable it’s almost painful. Druig can feel how close you are, your walls beginning to contract around him.

“Alright kitten, you can cum” he whispers. "Cum for me little one” he urges.

And with that you cross the threshold into mind-blowing pleasure. Your cries are pitiful as you clench around Druig, squeezing him with your walls. Your vision blurs and your toes curl, your entire body exploding with pleasure.

“You’re squeezing me so good kitten, so fucking tight for me” he pants as you feel his brutal pace finally start to falter. He rocks into you a few more times before he stills, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you up with his load. He stays inside you for a minute, the two of breathing heavy and sweating. You’re completely fucked out, unsure you even have the strength to move let alone stand after this.

Druig grunts as he finally pulls out of you, leaving you still panting heavily underneath him. You moan as you feel his cum leak out of you, that all too familiar feeling from the first time he had ever fucked you. You feel Druig place a hand between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place on the mattress. You then feel his lips trail down your back, kissing and biting down your body. He grazes his lips all the way down your body until he eventually reaches your ass. He bites deeply into one of your cheeks, causing a surprised cry to sound from you. He sucks on the sore skin, pulling blood to the surface, working his very best to make sure a significant bruise would be left there later.

Once he’s done sucking his mark into your flesh he moves lower down again. He uses his hands to lift your hips slightly, pushing your cunt up into the air. You feel gravity pull his cum further out of you, dripping it forwards between your folds. You moan again at the sensation. Druig then uses his hands to spread your cheeks open, baring your ruined pussy. A deep groan escapes him.

“Fuck kitten, this is the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. Your ruined cunt, dripping with my cum” he moans. “I think you need to see this for yourself little one."

You suddenly feel your head empty again. Your vision swims as Druig takes over your mind. He forces his view upon you, showing your own drenched pussy, Druig’s white liquid pooling out of you. You both moan in sync at the sight of it.

Your vision suddenly returns as you feel Druig dive into your cunt tongue-first. You cry out and try to jerk away, feeling too sensitive and overstimulated for any more. But Druig holds your hips in place harshly. He eats away at you like a starving man, his tongue darting in and out of your wrecked entrance.

“Ugh the taste of me inside you might just the most delicious thing I’ve ever had” he moans into your cunt. You whine, still trying to pull away from him, your cunt protesting the actions of his tongue.

“Shhhh kitten. Come on, you can take it. Just one more. One more for me” he coos, licking a stripe all the way through your folds before returning to fuck you with his tongue.

You cry out loud again as you begin to feel pressure build in your lower belly again. It hurts, your entire body feeling tight, like a spring condensing. Tears slip down your cheeks from the overwhelming sensations, your hands balling into the sheets desperately. Your hips are bucking pathetically, this time in an attempt to move away from Druig rather than grind into him. He just relentlessly continues his actions, even moving one of his hands underneath you to circle at your clit again as he carries on tongue-fucking you.

A sob racks through you as you finally feel the spring snap, your fourth orgasm rocking through you. Your entire body shakes and convulses as you cry and cum on Druig’s tongue. He continues to lap at you until your body physically starts to writhe away from him, the touch just too much for your overstimulated and overly sensitive pussy. He then finally relents, taking his mouth off of you. You feel the bed dip as he comes to lie beside you.

“Feel better now little one?” He teases you harshly as you continue to cry softly, burying your head in the sheets, still too incoherent to form any real response. He laughs again.

“Not so snarky anymore are you kitten?”

Fuck you really hated this man.

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Gap Year

As the reader is coming to the end of her gap year in South America, she meets Druig.

Total word count: 7717

Warnings: strong language, implied/referenced smut, and implied/referenced non-con/rape. It does not follow canon and contains some spoilers for Eternals (but not major spoilers).

A/N: This is not my usual fluff/smut, and this is my first time writing for Druig. Let me know your thoughts on me writing more dark fics.

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Part 1

Your gap year traveling South America was meant to be exactly that; a year. But as you discovered each country’s rich culture, you found yourself wanting to leave less and less. You’d been to Chile, Peru, Brazil, Argentina. It felt like you’d seen nearly half the continent. Your skin was darker, your hair frizzier, your bank account drained, and yet you felt the most free and the most like yourself that you had since…. Well, you couldn’t remember!

You’d been staying off the beaten track for the past few weeks, going from town to town, village to village, until you’d found a small local place with a room to rent and the most beautiful views over the countryside. The small shop you were at sat at the edge of the forest, gazing out across the farms. You perused the fruit and veg before you, the warm sunlight of the late afternoon bouncing off of your back. You tossed a piece of fruit between your hands, contemplating, before something at the edge of your vision caught your attention. The shop owner stood chatting, a lazy smile on his face, his eyes glowing gold. Confused, you looked to his counterpart, a much younger man, whose eyes also glowed gold. The moment your gaze settled on him, his eyes seemed to fade to blue, and you watched as he shook hands with the owner. You blinked out of your trance, turning away as you shook your head. The sunlight must be playing tricks on you.

Putting the fruit back, you gathered your things, thinking it best to head back to your lodgings where you could lie down and clear your head. As you turned away from the shop, you stifled a gasp at the sudden proximity of the man you had just been eyeing up. Up close, you could see how handsome he was, the slight crook of his nose, and indeed, his blue eyes.

“Hello, beautiful.” He looked you up and down. “You’re not from around here.” He said, tilting his head as he pressed his hands behind his back.

“Neither are you, by the sounds of it.” It took you a moment to reply, too shocked at his cockiness. The lilt of his Irish accent seemed to reel you in, and you found yourself leaning closer.

“On the contrary,” he looked around as he spoke, “This is my home.” He turned back to you, and your mind was suddenly filled with memories of the past year, flitting past so quickly it made you dizzy, until they settled on your bedroom at home. You blinked hard, and they left as quickly as they’d come. You swayed on the spot, clutching your head. The man reached out a hand, placing it on your arm to steady you.

“Sorry, it can do that sometimes.”

“Hmm?” You could feel the warmth of his hand through the fabric of your sleeve.

He chuckled, shaking his head like he’d said too much. “The sun. It can be a bit too much.” He withdrew his hand. “I’m Druig.”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He repeated, offering a small smile. “Would you like to come with me? I’m heading back to the settlement.”

“The settlement?”

Druig smirked. “It’s a secret, so don’t tell anyone.”

Your eyebrows drew together, confused. Who was this man? And why did it feel like he spoke in riddles? You’d only been speaking for a few minutes and you already felt like you’d missed half of the conversation.

“So, will you?”

You pressed your lips together in a polite smile, shaking your head. But before you could speak, your eyes locked on his, and you watched as his eyes turned gold once again. You stood frozen as a cool breeze blew past and you felt it wrap around you, squeezing you, suffocating you, until finally, it released you in a haze of bliss. This elation seemed to fizzle in the air around you for a moment, slowly fading until it left you feeling groggy and confused, and a bit scared. Druig’s voice whispered nothing in your ear, which was strange, because his lips hadn’t moved, and you quickly became calm once more.

Druig remained unmoved before you, watching you silently with that cocky smirk on his face.

“I’d love to.” You felt yourself say, and you thought that it might be wrong, but you couldn’t remember why.

Druig chuckled. “That’s what I thought you’d say.”

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simp4aemond · 8 months

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Can I request a dark!Druig x reader where readers swimming in the lake nude and Druig is watching her. You can decide how the rest plays out.

i love this one <3 warnings for non-con voyeurism, stalking, and masturbation. read at your own risk!

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Druig never left the commune for very long. He was afraid a fight would break out and he wouldn't be there to stop it. The only time he dared to stray away was when he was watching you.

He told himself he was doing it for your safety, to make sure nothing happened to you. But he'd be lying if he said that his actions were purely selfless.

He hid behind a tree a good distance away from you so he wouldn't be spotted. He watched as you approached the lake, shedding your layers of clothing to the shaggy grass surrounding the perimeter. He sucked in a breath when you were completely naked, his eyes roving over your figure.

You waded into the water until you were waist deep. Then, you dipped your head beneath the surface before flipping your hair back like you were moving in slow motion. Druig's gaze followed the trail of drops dripping in between your cleavage and down your stomach to the apex of your thighs. He imagined that those were his hands instead, feeling every inch of your soft, smooth skin and caressing your curves.

Druig felt his hard length pulse between his legs. He rubbed his bulge, hoping to alleviate some of the tension, but it only made him yearn for more. In his mind's eye, it was you reaching into his trousers and stroking your hand up and down his shaft.

He stared at you as he moved faster, small gasps escaping him as he panted. You were floating on your back now with your eyes closed, bobbing along with the natural ebb and flow of the lake's current. He was riveted by the tranquil look on your face, blissfully unaware of what he was doing only mere feet away from you. He shifted his gaze to your chest, the stiffened peaks of your nipples emerging from the surface of the water.

He twisted his hand on the upstroke closer to the head of his cock and came into his fist, spurts of his spend seeping between his fingers. He let out a loud moan that carried through the trees, and suddenly your eyes shot open. He ducked behind the tree just as you sat up, swiveling your head from side to side to see where the noise had come from. You must've thought nothing of it, because you started to trudge back towards the shore, shaking the water from your hair like a wet dog.

He heaved a sigh of relief. He released his grip on his oversensitive cock and looked at the mess he had made, wiping it off on his tunic with a frown. What a waste. It would've been put to much better use inside of you.

He tucked himself back inside his trousers and watched as you redressed. He kept a safe distance away from you as you started your walk back to the commune. He wouldn't have to just watch for much longer. Soon enough, he would make you his.

And if you refused, then he would just have to convince you otherwise.

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simp4aemond · 8 months

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Dark!Druig Headcanons

[check out the 500 followers special!]

I have finally watched Eternals and now I understand why y'all are so obsessed with this man because same

This is a concept that is neither new nor uncommon

But my God do I love it

So let's dive into it

You’re part of the commune, just living your best rustic cottagecore life without a care about the outside world

Goals tbh

And it’s a perfectly normal day when Druig takes notice of you

It’s not like you’ve just appeared, you were born there

Druig may have been looking but he wasn’t seeing

You’re just carrying a basket of produce, waving and smiling at the children running around

And it’s as if Arishem himself bitch slapped Druig

He eavesdrops on your thoughts and comes to the realization that you’re the personification of human virtues, without an ounce of vice

Druig is watching you from a distance like one watches a wild animal in its natural habitat, careful not to disturb it. He also begins to follow you around

And as much as he would like to show the humankind what it can be, a weird fear clouds his mind

What if the world corrupts you? What if your virtues are delicate enough to be devoured by the odiousness of darkest desires?

No, he can’t risk that

And with that thought, he approaches you for the very first time in an attempt to see if your words are as chaste as your image in his head

Ever since Druig quite clearly suggests that you should "surrender" yourself to his protection and live like you deserve

Pointing out the possible dangers lurking around and the fact that not all people have pure intentions and that he, and only he, could keep you safe and sound

The vision of the world he presents to you is definitely embellished for certain purposes

The proposition, although kind, is met with rejection: it’s not that you don’t like Druig or don't believe his words, you just like your simple, rustic life

It’s a very rewarding lifestyle, to know that your mangoes, rumberries, grapefruits and avocados feed the community you love and care about

Man I love fruit

Besides, Druig has done so much for you, your family and the entire community. He would have no reason to deceive you, would he?

Druig's not keen on negotiations

I mean, you are just a human after all, right? He’s a timeless space being, he probably knows better

You’ll love staying by his side! You just don’t know it yet

So the next bit you’ve, kind of, brought unto yourself. Until you see reason, Druig doesn’t have many options, does he?

He starts off with more subtle things like mind-controlling everyone into alienating you

There are two reasons for that: 1) he doesn't want to risk anyone tainting your kindness and gentleness, and 2) if no one engages in a relationship with you, the loneliness will bring you straight to him

Yes, the idea of being your savior has been occupying his mind for quite some time

Your friends don't have the time to talk to you, some people start to completely ignore you, and your family is genuinely disinterested in you

He fights with his own thoughts about whether he should plant a seed of dislike in your head towards those around you: sure, it would make this whole ordeal easier for him but wouldn't it be a speck of dirt on your otherwise chaste spirit? In the end, he settles for unwavering ambivalence

Druig knows he's breaking your heart, he hears it in your thoughts, but it's a step towards the greater good: sometimes you have to lose first to win later.

So don't be surprised when you wake up one day to a thought in your head that maybe venturing alone into the woods isn't a good idea and that maybe you should stop by Druig's and see how he's doing

But it's rude to show up at someone's house empty-handed, so you bring some fruit with you

Druig definitely got you to hand-feed him grapes or berries

Depending on how receptive you are to his coercion, he might put himself into your dreams

Especially if you're having a nightmare, "saving" you from whatever's bringing you woe

He could, of course, plant an entirely new dream into your head but where's the fun in that? Druig plays his cards well

Even if consciously you know it's just a dream and none of it is real, you can't help your subconscious mind being more drawn towards Druig - just the way he planned everything

In all honesty, it would be less than child's play to make you devoted to him but such a scenario can't quite satisfy the itch inside him. He longs for you to choose to be by his side like a game he plays to win and although he does cheat in this game, the win is a lot less satisfying when the game is rigged to your favor __________ @restingbitchsblog

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simp4aemond · 8 months

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beg for it

dark!druig x mortal!princess!reader

synopsis: you were just a beautiful princess druig had stumbled upon. could you really blame him if he wanted to you to be his forever?

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the garden had always been your safe spot. you treaded lightly against the warm concrete floor, your dress robes trailing after your footsteps. your hands tracing the roses on their flowerbeds as they bloomed. you were lost in the feeling when a noise made you jump, and you saw a strange man climbing over the bricks that closed the garden off from the rest of the kingdom.

“guards!” you screamed, watching as the man landed on his feet on the floor. he looked at you with curious eyes and held out a hand, the guards that were rushing towards him suddenly stopped moving, their weapons dropping on the floor.

you screamed again, “guards!! arrest him!” you pleaded and watched the guards snap their heads away from you and the man, their bodies being dragged away as the man waved another hand.

you and him now stood just a few feet apart. he smirked at you, “pleasure meeting you here.”

you scoffed, your hair flipping over the front of your face gently as the wind blew, “you broke into my garden. you did,” you mimicked the way he waved his hands, “that to my guards and you still say it’s a pleasure? what’s wrong with you? what do you want from me?” your voice quivered. your father had gone away to visit a nearby kingdom and it was just you left with the guards.

druig smiled, stepping toward you. he couldn’t resist the way your breasts sat on your body, the dress corset heaving them upwards in a way that was almost crude. he wanted to feel them pulse under his touch.

“i assume your virginity is still intact?” he smiled wickedly and moved closer, his hand cupping your left breast. you whimpered at his touch, shocked at his question. druig looked up at you when you didn’t answer, “answer me when i speak to you.” his voice was quiet, almost like a warning. his hand squeezed your breast as he waited for your answer. it was painfully pleasurable but you still whined in pain anyway.

you nodded and he laughed, letting the grip he had on your mound go, instead roaming the rest of your body.

“please- my father- we- we have jewels! riches! coins!” he moved his hand up to cup your face, caressing your cheek. your breath hitched as he pursed his lips. his hand moved down from your face, down to your breasts, to your hips, and then down to your heat. he reached your pussy and stopped, mocking a laugh.

“i don’t want jewels, riches, or coins.” he spat, his eyes narrowing. he roughly cupped your pussy, watching as you moaned lightly, your eyes flooded with shock. “i want this.”

druig pulled your dress robes up, hitching them high up onto your waist as he bent his head over your exposed pussy. “your father lets you walk around like this? so fuckable and waiting?” he groaned as his thoughts of what he would do to you overwhelmed him.

you protested lightly, pushing him away with your arms but seeing what he did to those guards left you barely putting up a fight. he stuck two fingers in, stretching you out for the first time.

you moaned, roughly pulling away at the intrusion. druig moved his fingers roughly in and out, not caring for your pleasure. he wanted to know he had full control over you, he wanted to get off on your pleading and begging.

“the more you move, the faster i go.” he threatened, and that made you stop. one hand was splayed out on your abdomen, holding the robes up. the other was palm deep in you. druig stood up and he looked at you, your eyes met his for a moment before you looked away.

“look at me.” he sounded so different to the man before and for a minute you were convinced. until you didn’t look, and he got frustrated, “look at me.” he repeated and this time in a different tone. you looked, and he smiled, his fingers hitting a spot in you that was making your legs tremble.

“don’t cum until i say so. you have to beg for it.” druig warned, you nodded. you had touched yourself before, but never like this. never the way he was leaving you actually wanting to beg for more.

he flicked your juices out as he stuck his fingers out, one of them playing with your pulsing button. he laughed watching you twitch under his touch. he shoved you harder against the brick to make you stay still. again he dove deeper and you gasped, moans spilling from your mouth.

you felt a knot in your lower abdomen and looked at druig. one of your hands was tugging on the shirt he was wearing, the other was stuck onto the brick, trying to find a grip.

“i feel your muscles flexing. you’re getting close and you haven’t begged?” he raised his eyebrows, “i won’t be as nice if you don’t ask to cum.”

you released the pack of moans you were holding onto and pulled at his shirt, “please! let me cum! please!” you begged, feeling the knot beginning to come undone, “please, fuck, let me cum..” you whimpered as his fingers moved faster than before.

he smirked, “just because you asked so nicely.” he paused, looking down at your ruined robes and your dripped wet skin, “yes. cum for me.”

you nodded, and you let go of the knot. you gripped onto his shirt as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, even through your orgasm, it felt like torture as you shook around him. you were clenching his fingers, head thrown back against the brick in pleasure.

druig laughed, “fuck! such a naughty little princess, are we? tell me how much you want me to fuck you with my cock, next time.”

he looked at you awaitingly and you blushed, now embarrassed over what had just happened.

“i want you to fuck me with your cock.” you stated, and druig smiled, he licked his fingers, lapping up your juices.

“until next time, your majesty.” he mocked a bow and before you knew it, he was gone.

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simp4aemond · 8 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞

Pairing: Dark!Druig x (female) Mortal!Reader

Summary: Druig is obsessed with making you his, and so he uses his powers to his advantage…

This is a piece of fiction and I do not in any way condone the actions depicted in this writing.

Because of these dark themes, please read at your own risk.

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

What you did remember is what was responsible for you being here. Or rather, who. Druig.

That bastard had ripped you away from whatever life you had before this, forcing you to live here, to work here, to do whatever the fuck he wanted you to here.

“I think I’ve had enough of that smart mouth of yours” he seethes viciously. He leans back to look at you again. “The only thing I want to hear leaving your mouth is my name as you moan it."

“Never” you spit back defiantly. A dark laugh rumbles through his chest.

“Not so snarky now are you?” He hums as he sinks his teeth into your neck, biting harshly.

“One day you’re gonna beg me to fuck you" he promises darkly.

...

Really, fuck that man.

...

And that’s how you now found yourself storming towards Druig’s cabin in the middle of the night.

“I think you know what’s on my mind” you murmur.

“Mmm I do, but I want to hear you say it” he purrs, his eyes narrowing at you. You feel your jaw tighten in frustration. So he wasn’t going to make this easy.

After a few moments he speaks up again.

“Come on sweetheart. I know why you’re here, I know how desperate you are...” he whispers huskily, his words going straight to your throbbing cunt.

“How could you possibly know?” You breathe.

“Because I’m the one who’s been making you so frustrated. I’m the one who hasn’t let you cum in weeks” he says bluntly. Your eyes widen in shock.

“But I’m also the one who let you have all those mind-blowing orgasms beforehand too” he smirks again.

“W-what do you mean?” You stammer quietly.

“All those times I thought of you whilst I- I- got off? That was actually you? In my mind?” You whispered in disbelief.

“Yes kitten, every-single-time. And fuck, you looked amazing touching yourself like that, my name falling from those perfect lips of yours” he practically purrs into you ear.

“You were watching me?” You squeak. There’s that despicable laugh of his again, his breathe fanning across your neck.

“I was in your head, kitten. Your eyes were my eyes. I watched as you watched you fuck yourself with your fingers” he breathes huskily.

“And you really did make my mind think only of you?”

“Mmm, only of me sweetheart” he murmurs whilst suddenly kissing down the side of your neck, nipping you with his teeth as he goes. You moan involuntarily, your entire body aching with need.

“So why haven’t you done it recently? You haven’t been in my head for weeks, I haven’t...haven’t...in weeks...” you stammer weakly.

“Haven’t cum? Yes because I’ve been deliberately out of your head for a little while now” he hums.

“Why?” You breathe. You can feel him smirk again.

Your mouth hangs open as you stare at him in awe.

You swallow your ego and your pride. You look to the floor as you sink to your knees in front of him, your hands folded in your lap.

“Please. Please Druig” you whisper, keeping your eyes trained on the ground.

“Hmm, please what?” He mocks you.

“Please. Please… fuck me Druig.” He laughs again.

“Good girl” he praises before he bends forward to place a rough, sloppy kiss to your lips. “I’m gonna fuck you dumb” he confirms, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth.

“But first” he stands back up. “You’re gonna suck me until I cum in that filthy little mouth of yours” he instructs as he pulls his hardened cock out of his pants.

You take your other hand and begin to massage his balls, rubbing them in your hand. You hear him swear again as he ruts extra hard.

“You’re going to do exactly as I say or else you’ll be leaving here just as frustrated as you arrived. You understand?” He tightens his grip on your chin.

“Yes, Druig” you whisper.

“Yes, master” his eyes flash gold for a second as you feel your head empty.

“Yes master” you hear your voice repeat.

“I’m not gonna touch you just yet, kitten” he purrs. A whine escapes you.

“Hush little one” he snaps. “Instead, you’re gonna come sit here and ride my thigh until you cum for me."

You moan instinctively at the promise of some relief.

“I want you to strip first though. I want you completely naked in my lap” he instructs.

“Fuck you’re incredible” he says, looking you up and down torturously slow. He pats one of his thighs, “come take a seat here babygirl.”

“Flip over kitten” he commands. You look at him in slight shock and confusion, hesitating.

“But I’m gonna make you wait just a little longer” he bites the shell of your ear. You’re about to whine when a gasp cuts you short as you feel one of his fingers enter you.

“Was that good babygirl? Much better than your own fingers?” He mocks as he harshly pulls his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss of contact and nod pitifully.

“Druig, please” you whimper. He freezes his actions suddenly.

“Who?!” He snarls.

“Please, master, please. I’m sorry. Please, please just fuck me” you’re practically crying at this point.

“Use your words kitten” he coos in your ear.

“Mmmm fuck... Druig you feel... s-so good. I-I...” you try to speak but you’re so drunk on his cock you just trail off into more incoherent moaning.

“You gonna cum again? Gonna cum all over my cock? That’s exactly what you wanted it isn’t it? You little slut.” Druig mocks you, his breath hot in the crook of your neck.

“Alright kitten, you can cum” he whispers. "Cum for me little one” he urges.

“Fuck kitten, this is the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. Your ruined cunt, dripping with my cum” he moans. “I think you need to see this for yourself little one."

“Shhhh kitten. Come on, you can take it. Just one more. One more for me” he coos, licking a stripe all the way through your folds before returning to fuck you with his tongue.

“Feel better now little one?” He teases you harshly as you continue to cry softly, burying your head in the sheets, still too incoherent to form any real response. He laughs again.

“Not so snarky anymore are you kitten?”

Fuck you really hated this man.

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨

Pairing: Dark!Druig x (female) Reader

Summary: you actually convince Druig to go on a night out to a club, and well, shit happens in the club...👀

Warnings: guy kinda being a creep in the club, smut, possessive Dom!Druig, ever so slightly bratty Sub!Reader, fingering, penetrative sex (m+f), semi-public sex, exhibitionism, degradation / praise kink, choking, pet names (little one / sir), dacryphilia, squirting, minors DNI

A/N: the premise for this idea came into my head as I was falling asleep and I just had to write it down and um yeah somehow it turned into this😵‍💫🥴 hope you guys like it!!🥰🖤✨💫

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

Tonight was an extremely rare event: you had managed to convince Druig to come out with you. The notorious recluse was actually in the club with you. Okay granted he was just stood leaning against the bar watching whilst you danced the night away in the middle of the floor, your body bumping into the hoards of other people around you.

You’d already tried numerous times to pull him onto the dance floor with you but he just wasn’t having it. You sigh to yourself as you watch your boyfriend watch you from afar. And so you just continue to dance by yourself, enjoying your own company, losing yourself to the steady beat of the music as it thrums through your body.

You close your eyes and let your hands roam your body, moving up your waist to your neck before getting lost in your hair as you continue to swing your hips. Okay so you were kinda deliberately putting on a show for Druig, tossing your hair the way you knew he liked. You feel dizzy and giddy, your closed eyes making the music feel even more intense as it pulses through your body.

It’s then that you feel a pair hands snake around your waist. You smile to yourself and lean back into the warm chest that’s pressed behind you. You feel their hips start to grind into yours and you happily grind back, matching their rhythm.

“You finally decided to join me then hmm?” You hum hazily, your head titling back on their shoulder, your mouth angling towards their ear.

“Mmm yeah” you hear an unfamiliar voice respond in your ear.

Your body freezes and you open your eyes to see Druig stood exactly where he was before, leaning against bar, watching you from the across the club. His face is the perfect picture of rage, his jaw taught, the muscle in his cheek twitching, nostrils flared.

A small panic settles in you as you realise that it indeed is not your boyfriend that is grinding into your ass.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else” you yell over the music, attempting to step away from the stranger behind you.

“I can be anyone you want me to be babe” the deep voice chuckles darkly, their arms locking around your waist tightly, keeping you in place.

“Listen I have a boyfriend” you say pointedly.

“Really? I don’t see him” he laughs, his mouth ghosting over the shell of your ear.

It then occurs to you that even though this man had his hands all over you, even though you had just been grinding against you, Druig still hadn’t budged from his perch against the bar. If anything now you were just pissed off. What was it gonna take to really get his attention?

So you decide fuck it, might as well test the boundaries of Druig’s patience. He’d certainly tested the boundaries of yours.

“Fair enough” you shrug again the man behind you, leaning back into his chest again.

You slowly start to move your hips again, pushing back again the guy’s crotch. You let your head lull on his shoulder, your hands flying up to tangle in the guy’s hair. You giggle when you hear him groan. His hands find their way back to your hips, helping guide you against him.

Suddenly the man’s body goes slack against you, his hands falling off you and hanging limply by his side, his body completely still behind you. You open your eyes in surprise and are quickly met with Druig’s, shining brightly gold as he pushes through the crowd to get to you.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” Druig seethes as finally takes his place in front of you.

You tighten your jaw in defiance.

“I’m just having a little fun” you quip back.

“Fun, hmm?” His eyes narrow dangerously as he glares down at you.

“Yeah, fun” you emphasise.

“With this guy?” Druig cocks his head at the guy behind you, his face blank and devoid of consciousness, a faint gold glow lingering behind his eyes.

You shrug.

Druig chuckles darkly. “Oh sweetheart, I think you need reminding who you belong to."

He doesn’t give you the opportunity to argue as he grabs your arm roughly and drags you out of the crowd, heading towards the bathrooms. He roughly shoves you through the doors. You trip and almost lose your balance, catching yourself on the sink. You look at up in the mirror to see Druig standing behind you, his face a picture of evil.

You spin around to face him and that’s when something in the corner of the room catches your eye. You turn your head slightly to see the man that was grinding on you just moments ago stood slack in the corner, his eyes glassy but focused on you, that light golden glow that mimic Druig’s still lingering.

You look between him and Druig worriedly.

“Druig... what are you doing?” You squeak.

“I told you, I’m reminding you who you belong to” he hums darkly as he walks up to you, pinning your hips against the sink.

His face hovers dangerously close to yours, the hot breath filtering through his flared nostrils fanning over your face. You’re involuntarily leaning back, holding yourself steady on the countertop.

“What about him?” Your eyes dart back to the helpless man.

Druig just smirks again, his bright eyes somehow clouding with a devilish darkness.

“I’m gonna show him who you belong to as well. Show him that you’re mine.” His lips twist into a snarl on the last word.

You swallow nervously, pushing back so far onto the sink counter that you were almost sitting on it.

Without warning Druig’s hand slips under your skirt, straight between your thighs. You can’t help the moan that slips past your lips as his fingers push against your panties, shoving the fabric between your already soaked folds. He dips his head to attach his lips to your neck, biting at the skin sharply. You hiss at the pain.

“Mmm see how wet you are already? And I’ve not even touched you yet” he hums cockily into your neck.

For some reason you decide to push your luck.

“How do you know it’s not from him?” You jerk your head towards where the man stood blank-faced and wide-eyed in the corner.

Druig’s hand freezes, his entire body going rigid, a rage literally simmering off him. He slowly raises his head to meet your gaze. You stare at him defiantly but you can feel your eyes widen in fear as you take in the anger on his face.

“What was that sweetheart?” He says, his voice laced with a venomous condescension, unnervingly calm and controlled.

It was almost sinister.

You gulp, knowing you’d taken it too far now.

Druig brings his hand up from your panties, finding purchase on your jaw. His fingers dig painfully into your jaw as he tilts your head up to look at him. You avert your eyes nervously, afraid to meet his gaze. In your peripheral vision you see him cock his head to the side as he glares at you.

“Well don’t go all shy on me now” he seethes. “What did you say?” He pinches your jaw quickly.

“I- I- said... maybe...” you let out a shuddering breath. “Maybe... I’m wet b- because of h-him” you swallow dryly, your words barely more than a whisper.

Druig leans back, his hand dropping from your face. Your cheeks burn where he’d likely bruised them with his grip.

“Oh yeah? So you want him then, do you? You want him to fuck you?” Druig taunts.

You look back and forth between the man and Druig, your stomach alight with nerves, and not necessarily in the good way.

“Well? Is that what you want? You want this random stranger’s cock instead of mine?” Druig’s anger is coated by a kind of smugness, as if he already knew the answer.

“N-no” you mewl.

“No?” Druig teases. “What do you want then hmm?” He crosses his arms over his chest as his gaze rakes up and down your body lazily.

You reach your arm out forward, trying to grab him, but he dodges your fingers.

“Uh uh,” he tuts, “use your words baby."

A whine leaves your throat as you pout lightly.

“Such a little brat” Druig scoffs to himself. “Tell me what you want, or you won’t be getting anything."

You mewl again.

“Please Druig” you cry, your bottom lip quivering. “I want you, only you. Please” you bow your head and look up at him through batted lashes.

A small smirk appears on his lips, telling you you were heading in the right direction.

“What do you want from me little one?” He pushes.

Another whine passes your lips. The hunger between your thighs overrides all other senses, making you momentarily forget about the other man in the corner.

“I want you to touch me. Please, please” you whisper fervently, the pathetic pout returning to your lips.

His smirk grows into a cocky grin and he hums his satisfaction. He steps forward, his body pushing you against the sink again. He keeps you completely under his control with his gaze, even without using his powers on you. He grabs your hips and lifts you onto the counter, opening up your legs and slotting himself between them.

“You want me to touch you hmm?” His face is back only an inch away from yours. “Like this?” He taunts as one of his hands moves to wrap around your throat, his fingers squeezing lightly.

You whine again, your eyes pleading with him. He sees the silent cry in your eyes and teases you even further.

“What? You want more?” His smile is wicked sharp.

You just about manage to nod as his hand wraps even tighter around your throat. Your mouth hangs open, a choked sound escaping you. He laughs darkly before releasing the pressure, leaning his hand around your neck but letting the oxygen flow through you again.

“Hmm that’s still not quite what you want, is it, little one?” He chuckles. “Where do you want me to touch you?” He whispers.

Your eyes flick back to the other man. Druig lifts a finger off your throat to push at your jaw, forcing your head back to face him.

“Hey, don’t worry about him. You keep your attention on me” he speaks forcefully.

You nod once again.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” He repeats, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Lower” is all you can choke out.

His lips curve in amusement as he huffs a small snort. He raises an eyebrow tauntingly as he moves his hand from your neck, his fingers ghosting over your chest. He pushes down your already low-cut shirt, exposing one of your breasts. The shirt you were wearing didn’t work with a bra so he was quick to take advantage. His hand palms your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple causing a shiver to run through your body.

“Here?” He pinches your nipple as he teases you again.

You shake your head, that pout returning to your lips.

“Lower” you mewl again, your hips rutting forward against his, desperate for any kind of friction.

He chuckles that dark laugh of his again. He keeps his eyes on yours as he trails his hand lower down your body. His fingers brush down your side, over the curve of your hips, going over the length of your skirt before he reaches the hem. He skims up your thigh, pushing under your skirt as he goes until his fingers once again find your clothed pussy. He opens his mouth to mimic your gasp as you cry out when his finger push against your clit, the soaked fabric of your panties providing little barrier between you and his fingers.

He rubs your clit through your panties a few times, his eyes never leaving yours. He then shifts to push your panties aside, his fingers teasing your dripping entrance. You moan again, your hips bucking towards his fingers. Your mind goes blank, nothing concerning you other than getting Druig’s fingers inside you. He continues to circle your hole but makes no motion to touch you any further.

Your moans turn into pitiful whines as your eyebrows knit together in a sad, begging expression. He clocks your pathetic face and halts his circling.

“What? That not enough for you?” He mocks.

You groan, pushing your chest forward, your body colliding with his as you attach your lips to his neck, desperately hoping that by paying him some attention he might return the favour.

His other hand quickly comes up to grab you by the back of the neck, yanking you backwards, once again forcing your head up to look at him.

“Oh no that’s not gonna work right now sweetheart. I told you to use your words."

You knew what he was getting at. He wanted to hear you beg, but more specifically, more importantly, he wanted his own name to fall from your lips alongside your begging.

“Druig” you whine. “Druig. Please. Please touch me. Fuck me with your fingers. Please, Druig, please” you almost cry.

“Mmm that’s better."

Your gasp washes over Druig’s face as he pushes two finger inside you at last. Your gasp is garbled and choked though, awkward with the angle at which Druig still held you by the back of your neck. Druig shows now mercy, no slow start, no time to adjust to his fingers stretching you open. He immediately sets a hard and fast pace, his fingers fucking into you mercilessly. Your moans are strangled as Druig keeps your head in place, keeping your eyes on his as he watches you squirm with pleasure as he loses his fingers inside your dripping cunt.

But you can’t help it. Your eyes slip back to the man in the corner. The man that was watching silently as you sat spread eagled on the sink, Druig’s hand lost between your thighs.

Bad move.

Druig’s yanks your hair harshly, your eyes snapping back to his where they’re alight with anger.

“I said, keep your eyes on me” he snarls.

You whimper, blinking away the tears that had sprung to your eyes.

“Yeah that’s it little one, you keep looking at me as I make you cum on my fingers. Make you cum like no one else can” he all but growls.

Something akin to a sob leaves your throat as you start to feel the burn settle in the pit of your stomach. Druig’s brutal pace has pleasure coursing hotly through your body, like a wildfire spreading rapidly across your entire being.

“You think he could make you feel this good with just his hand hmm? You really think anyone can make you feel as good as I can? Or are you just a little slut who likes to tease hmm?” He breathes in your face.

You shake your head limply, tears now starting to fall from your eyes. He barks a harsh laugh.

“Look at you, crying just because of my fingers. I haven’t even got to fucking you yet. Such a pathetic little baby” his voice is sharp and deadly, his words just adding to the pleasure that was blazing through your body.

“I know you’re close” he grunts. “Go on, show this guy what you look like when you cum on my hand” he instructs.

A strangled sob erupts from you as the fire finally explodes in your core, your climax ripping through you. You fight to keep your eyes on Druig’s as you clench around his fingers, your body convulsing as he carries on pumping you through your orgasm. Your body fights to arch forwards, to curl inwards around the pleasure but he keeps you firmly in place, your neck starting to ache where he was tilting it back.

You shudder violently as you slowly come down from your high, Druig's pace declining in speed but not entirely stopping until your orgasm had been coaxed out to its fullest potential.

“There’s a good girl” he praises, but it’s laced with an edge of sarcasm, of mockery.

He pulls his fingers out of you and brings his hand up level with your face, tracing your lips with one of his drenched fingers, leaving a trail of your own slick like lipstick on your mouth. Druig then pushes both of his wet fingers into your mouth, curling over your tongue and nearly hitting the back of your throat. His non-verbal command is evident in his eyes; suck.

You obey swiftly, sucking on his fingers, pulling the taste of yourself into your mouth. His smirk reignites on his face.

“Good girl” he murmurs softly.

Then his eyes darken again as he pulls his fingers out your mouth harshly. He leans his face close to yours again, his nose just about touching yours.

“Now I’m gonna show this man what he can never have. And that’s to have that tight little pussy of yours around this cock. I’m gonna show him that I’m the only one that gets to fuck you."

Another tiny whimper lodges in your throat at the prospect.

Druig pushes your legs open wider on the counter with his knee as his hands begin undoing his belt and jeans. You take the opportunity of your head being released to let your eyes flicker momentarily to the man in the corner again. Luckily Druig was too focused on undoing his trousers to notice your small slip up. Regardless, you feel a small twang of fear spike through you. Were you really about to let yourself be fucked in a public bathroom whilst some stranger watched silently from across the room?

But when you feel the head of Druig’s cock push between your folds you knew the answer. Knew you’d already lost.

Your body reacts instinctively, your back arching, your hips pushing forwards towards his touch. That wicked chuckle of his covers the gasp that escapes you as he pushes inside you, taking no time to sink to the hilt.

One of Druig’s hands then finds its way to your face again, gripping your jaw like a vice. He forces your face back to look at him. His other hand holds your hips steady as he wastes no time in setting a brutal pace thrusting into you. He said he was going to fuck you so that’s exactly what he was doing, his hips colliding with yours with a bruising force. Your moans are again muffled and strangled where his fingers were digging into your cheeks. His grunts were loud and dominating, commanding the attention of the room, only just topping the wet sound of his cock finding home inside you with each sharp snap of his hips.

“Hmm you may act like a little slut but really I’m the only one you’ll let fuck this pretty tight pussy, isn’t that right little one?” He squeezes your cheeks, pursing your lips forcefully.

You nod your head once. “Yes” you mumble.

He leans in close to you, his lips almost brushing yours.

“Yes, what?” He whispers darkly.

“Yes, sir” you breathe through trembling lips.

“Good girl” he brings your lips roughly to his, still holding your jaw in his hand. He kisses you hungrily, his mouth dominating yours. You moan weakly into his mouth when his hand moves from your jaw to grip you neck, holding you in place and squeezing lightly.

Your mouth hangs open limply as your feel your head start to spin. Your mind going light, weightless as that fire began to burn in your stomach once again. But Druig doesn’t care. He continues to make out with your unresponsive lips, licking into your mouth without a care. All he cared about was showing that he owned you, owned every single part of your body; you were his to use as he pleased.

“Such a little whore” he mumbles into your mouth. “Flirting with other men just to get my attention. This is what you really wanted though, isn’t it? For me to fuck you stupid?”

Your answering “yes” is trapped in your throat, kept in place by his hand. He loosens his grip the slightest bit to let some oxygen flow through you again, keeping you on the precipice of a weird kind of high that came from being lightheaded whilst your core was heavy with the pleasure he was fucking into you. You feel a tear slip down your cheek absentmindedly. He barks another derogatory laugh.

“Look at you, so dumb on my cock. Just as dumb as this idiot in the corner who thought he could have you. But he can’t, no one else can. You are mine” he growls, his hips somehow snapping into you even harder.

More tears stream down your face, all the sensations beginning to overwhelm you. Your head was light and spinning, your neck sore from the way Druig was holding it. You could already feel the bruises on your cheeks. He was fucking into you so hard a slight pain settled between your legs, mixing in with the pleasure. You already knew you were gonna struggle walking out of here afterwards. And you knew Druig would love that.

“I’m not sure you even deserve to cum again after your attitude tonight” he grunts harshly.

You mewl and whine pathetically in response, your noise resembling something like a sob.

“Please” you cry.

You push against his hand, your face angling towards his neck. To your surprise he doesn’t stop you. Instead he moves his hand from your throat to settle around the back of your neck, holding you against him. You breath in deeply, letting the oxygen flow back through your body.

“Please sir, please let me cum” your voice is rough and raw from where he’d choked you.

You bury your head in his neck, kissing him desperately, tasting your own tears mixing with the sweat on his skin. You continue to beg and plead with him, murmuring into his skin in between the kisses. He’s still pounding into you harshly even as your body slumps weakly against him, your body already spent despite him not being finished. You weren’t even sure you could handle the incoming climax as it builds to a peak inside you.

“Fuck” he barks harshly as you continue to sob into his neck. “You know I can never say no to you little one."

It’s then that you feel his hand move off your hips as it finds its way between your bodies. His fingers start to circle your clit and your body practically convulses into a fit as your orgasm almost immediately breaks over you.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Cum all over my cock little one” he grunts into your ear as his hips and fingers work furiously in unison.

You cry into his neck as your pussy clenches around him, squeezing him tightly as only you could. Tears spill from your eyes and onto his skin as you mewl pathetically, your body spasming with the pleasure as he keeps moving inside you.

“Ah fuck, yes. You always squeeze me so good” he pants as his brutal rhythm finally falters. His hips stutter and finally still as you feel the hot ropes of his release paint the insides of your walls. His fingers dig into the back of your neck roughly as he ruts himself through his own release.

HIs fingers are still working on your clit as he slowly continues to thrust inside you. Your whole body starts to shake as he pushes you beyond the point of pleasure. It’s like your core tightens even further, twisting into a sharp coil as he pushes you over the edge again, another climax searing through you. This time you feel your release leak out of you, spilling onto your thighs and the counter beneath you.

“There’s a good girl” Druig half laughs as he finally slows his pace even more, removing his fingers from your clit.

You slump against his chest, letting him take your entire weight as you both pant heavily. He wraps both his arms around you and rubs your back softly, a sudden tenderness taking over him.

“Shh you’re okay. You did so well. You’re always so good for me” he hums gently into your hair, placing a kiss to your head.

You have only a moment to enjoy this softness before he’s suddenly yanking your hair again, once more tilting your head up to look at him. He looks at you before turning his head to look pointedly at the man still stood against the wall.

“But, if you ever pull that shit again with another man you’ll really be in for punishment. You hear me?"

His face is menacing as he looks back at you.

All you can do is nod meekly.

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