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alohastyles-x · 4 months

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Part 2

A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

Part 1 | Masterlist |

Summary: The origins of a mysterious masked killer... who just so happens to be a god.

Note: Chap 2 is here :))) I hope you guys enjoy this story!

Warnings: mentions of blood, light gore, death, murder... lol

Wordcount: 2.5k - a little shorter but i wanted to get it out sooner

Sleep did not come easy, as the events of the night flashed in your mind, one after another, leaving you tossing and turning in bed. There was clearly no way you could fall asleep after what happened, and the murky fate that now lay just on the premise of your thoughts… you came into contact with the god of death.

He was just a myth, a scary story told to kids to easily spook them. Horror novels and movies were born out of the lore surrounding him and his favored mask that adorned his face during his kills. He was just a halloween decoration, an adjacent theme to a favored holiday… he couldn’t possibly be real, could he?

Your question was answered after sleep finally eluded you into a chaotic induced nightmare. Awaking with a startled scream, you sat upright, panting as you attempted to catch your breath. You had been back in the alley, the pale face of the poor blonde illuminated through the smoke by the flickering streetlight above. Golden strings of what looked like cosmic stardust had begun swirling around you, their origins coming from the dark figure who stood at the end of the alley. They had wrapped themselves around your wrists, your arms, your body until the suffocating feeling they brought with them awoke you from your sleep.

“What is it?!” Celia screamed, as she burst into your room, a frying pan in her hands, ready to attack. She looked around, attempting to locate the danger.

“I-I’m sorry, it was just a bad dream,” you said in between breaths. Celia lowered the frying pan, concern flickering across her features as she watched you closely.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“I think so-,” you began to answer, but were quickly silenced by a burning sensation twisting around your wrist.

“Shit!” You cried out, fumbling to turn on the lamp. Celia rushed over to help, white you held your wrist closely. Once light illuminated the room, you pulled your wrist out to examine the burn mark.

Only it wasn’t a burn mark. A golden mark had been etched into your skin, a delicate white pattern tracing through the gold in waves. The mark flickered in the light, making it almost like a bracelet permanently clasped around your wrists.

“What the hell is that?” You asked, panic rising through you as you stared at the mark. You had seen this golden pattern before… in your dream, and on the night of the murder. Whatever this was, had to belong to the god of death… but what did it mean?

“Hold on…,” Celia responded, already heading to the door. She raced back to the kitchen island where she left the book the two of you were reading the night before, researching the god.

“Let me see if this has any information,” she flipped through the pages. You sat closely, watching as she skimmed the foreign words on the page. Your wrist had stopped hurting, but just knowing the mark existed made your skin crawl. Whatever it meant was clearly not good… you’ve seen the movies!

“I’m not seeing anything in here that mentions a mark… usually his victims are unsuspecting that he's on the hunt, unaware they’ve even come into contact with him… apparently it makes it more, well I don’t know how to translate this word but I would assume it means appealing.” Celia concluded.

“Damn it.”

“I know,” Celia muttered under her breath. She began to mention a few people you could ask, as they were more knowledgeable than her on the god of death, but you weren’t listening. No, your mind was racing for other solutions.

“Does the book say anything at all about how to summon him?” You interrupted Celia, who now stared at you like you had 5 heads.

“Sorry, could you repeat that? I’m not sure I heard you correctly?”

“I think if we could summon him, we could ask him? Find out more about this mark?”

“Are you nuts?! You want to try and summon the god of DEATH… who will surely kill you once he sees you by the way, to ask why he marked you? Hello?” Celia yelled, flustered with your own remark. You hadn’t thought that fully through, you’ll admit that.

“Okay maybe not him, but what about the other gods who knew him? The eternals? Could we summon one of them and ask?”

“Yeah I don’t think that's how it works… you don’t just summon a god, y/n…” Celia chuckled. There was a barrier between them and the humans. While many humans worshiped the old gods, no one ever actually heard from them. And they definitely didn’t summon them.

“Ugh, you’re right, I know you’re right… I just… I don’t know what else to do!” You let yourself fall back onto the pillows of your bed and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Give me today, I’ll talk to my group at school and see if we can think of anything that this may be connected to. Just go to work and try and live like you don’t have a potential mark of death around your wrist,” Celia responded, patting your leg comfortingly. You sighed, knowing she was right. There was nothing much you could do but just pretend like everything was normal.

You could do that…

A few hours later you were making your way down the stairs heading to work. Unfortunately for you, there was only one way to the restaurant, which was right past the alleyway from the night before. You could walk another 35 minutes out of your way to walk around the entire square to the otherside, but it was too hot for that.

The early morning sun was surprisingly warm against your skin. Humidity hung in the air like a wet blanket, making you squirm as you walked down the street. Yeah, there was no way you could walk that long in this heat, and you were grateful for the prescription strength deodorant that you doused yourself in this morning.

As you approached the alleyway, the yellow caution tape caught your attention as a slight breeze ruffled it. It covered the entire alley entrance in a big X, though one could still slip through the tape if they really wanted.

And for some reason, that's exactly what your brain told you to do. Carefully, you moved in between the tape, trying not to lose your balance and send the tape ripping off the walls of the alley. You weren’t quite sure what possessed you to do this, but some innate sense deep inside of you pulled you in.

The stench of the alley was strong, from the trash building in the dumpsters, to the blood that still stained the concrete- a crime scene crew had yet to clean it up. Trying not to throw up, you slowly walked deeper into the alley.

A tingling sensation caressed your wrist, pulling you out of your thoughts. It was a soft tingle, like a breeze had blown through, meeting your skin. You inhaled as the tingling moved up your arm to your shoulder, and then back down your back, stopping halfway. The hair on the back of your neck stood up, as you felt something press up against your spine. The metallic smell was back, lingering in your nose.

Whirling around, you were met with nothing but the empty alley opening up to the street. A group of teenagers had stopped to peer through the tape, trying to see what they could spot. Panting, you stood still, hoping they didn’t see you, and that whatever was just touching you was gone. Or just in your head- that would be fine too.

Once the teenagers had satisfied their need to see the grotesque site, you made your way back out of the alley. Whatever just happened had to be connected to the god you had run into the night before- you were sure of it as the golden band around your wrist itched- but you didn’t want to think about it, not now anyway.

Everything was perfectly fine. Perfectly normal.

“Y/n! There you are,” your boss, Alex, greeted you as you walked in the doors of the kitchen. Alex was a force of nature that’s for sure. They were probably the kindest person you had ever met, and yet had such a stoic nature about them, that no one took advantage of them. It was something you secretly envied.

“Hey Alex. How was opening this morning?” Your shift started a couple of hours after opening, so you wanted to gauge how the day started, as it was usually telling how the rest of the day would go into the night.

“It was pretty slow, you know with the murder and everything,” Alex whispered. You nodded. He had no idea just how much you knew. “I suspect the rest of the day will be just as slow. Sooo, you know what that means! It’s a perfect day to train!”

You groaned. Alex knew how much you hated training, but they couldn’t deny you were the best.

“This is, I’m sorry, what did you say your name was again?” Alex turned to the man standing behind him. You hadn’t noticed him at all, as he was half in the shadows. He took a step further, the light overhead shining on him like a spotlight. Your breath hitched in your throat as you saw him. He had the bluest eyes you had ever seen, contrastingly sharply against his dark pupils. He was very handsome, his chin chiseled at just the right angles, his 5 o’clock shadow highlighting his jawline. Something about him sent alarm bells in your head, yet also made you want to fall to your knees before him. He just seemed so… familiar.

“Kieran,” he responded, smirking slightly. His voice was deep, a thick irish accent coming through. It wasn’t rare to hear someone with an accent from across the seas over in this part of town, but something about him just sent a chill down your spine. Not to mention, your golden bracelet seemed to have warmed against your skin in his presence.

“Right, silly me. Anyways, this is Kieran. He will be serving, so I want you to train him today. Really go over the menu and our practices…” Alex continued but you stopped listening. You couldn’t break the stare you and Kieran were entranced in, his smirk only growing by the second. It was as if he knew the effect he had on you, and he was relishing in it silently before you.

‘Hello? y/n?” Alex waved a hand in front of your face.

“Right… train him, I got it.” You said, breaking eye contact and turning toward Alex. They offered you a small smile and a wink, before turning to Kieran.

“You’re in good hands. Y/n is the best!”

The two shared a small exchange before Alex left you alone with the man. Kieran turned to you, the smirk returning. It annoyed you, how cocky he already was without having to utter a single word to you.

“So, have you ever worked in a restaurant before?” You asked, grabbing a menu from the server station next to you.

“No,” his response was short and curt. This only annoyed you even more. You beckoned him to follow you, rolling your eyes as hard as you could when your back was to him. A low chuckle came from behind you, almost as if he knew of your secret act.

You settled into a booth next to the kitchen, allowing him to slide in across from you.

“Okay, so first things first, you have to know the menu. The rest will be so much easier if you know what we offer. We’re a higher end restaurant, so we offer a lot of ‘fine dining’ dishes. Lots of pastas, seafood, steaks, and all of that.” You began to explain. The golden band around your wrist buzzed with energy as you talked. It was hard to focus on what you were saying, as the buzz intensified.

Kieran sat before you looking over the menu, memorizing what dishes you guys’ offered. As he did, you pulled your phone out to see a missed text from Celia.

Found out some more info. Meet for drinks later?

You glanced up at Kieran as you responded.

Sure. McCrakens?

The Irish pub was your go to for drinks with Celia, and its atmosphere felt perfect for the conversation the two of you had to have. The pub was almost always packed out and so loud, you could barely hear your own self, let alone eavesdrop on anyone.

Celia shot back a ‘yes 10:00 pm’ and you locked your phone, turning your attention back to Kieran.

“Seems simple enough.” Kieran said, letting the menu fall onto the table. You nodded. There was no one else in the restaurant right now, so it was a little hard to begin any other parts of training him.

“Where’d ya get that?” He asked, his deep voice interrupting your thoughts. He was nodding to your wrist. You looked to see what he was referring to, and realized the band of gold was on full display.

“Oh, uh,” you scrambled for a response as you tugged the bracelet back down over your wrist that you had covering it. His eyes peered quizzically at you, his signature smirk gone. He was as serious as could be, which made you look at him puzzled.

“It was just a dumb thing I did at a tattoo shop,” you lied. He gave you a look that screamed that he read right through you.

“I didn’t know they made gold ink,” he responded. You sighed, knowing there was nothing you could think of that would make sense. Instead, you decided to tell him the truth… well the half truth.

“Alright, fine. I really don’t know. I just woke up with it this morning. My friend and I are trying to research to figure out what it means, but so far we’ve turned up nothing.”

He stared at you intently, studying your wrist. You squirmed under his intense gaze. It was almost as if he was burning through the bracelet, the buzzing even more noticeable than before.

“I think I may know something. Although, it’s a bit of a legend.”

“That’s kind of the conclusion we’ve come to as well, that whatever this is has to be sort of supernatural like that.”

You bit your lip as you tried to hold back what was about to come tumbling out of your mouth next. There was no way you could invite this man out to the pub tonight… not without him finding out you came into contact with a god. You couldn’t just go around telling anyone that sort of information. Not today. Especially not after last night's murder has been blasted all over the news, already blaming the gods.

“I’d love too,” he said suddenly, making you jump slightly as you were pulled from your thoughts. You blinked, trying to figure out what you just asked him.

“What?”

“You invited me out tonight, with you and your friend.” He looked stumped.

“No… I didn’t? Did I?” You were starting to question everything in your head just now… did you somehow let it tumble out of your mouth without realizing?

“You did… are you okay?” He asked. You nodded, your throat suddenly too dry to talk.

Well… there was no backing out of this now.

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theebubblegumbitch · 1 year

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Just letting y’all know that I am writing again now after wayyy too long and I have some drafts in the works (mostly smut 😏) so prepare for that!!

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apparentlytheproblem · 8 months

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if was your boyfriend, never let you go keep you on my arm girl, you'd never be alone

druig recomendations

perfectly busy - @tokkiotears

lemme just say, HUSBAND DRUID OML. and I'm just a sucker for a confident and king Druid behavior. absolutley adoring this to no ends, smn send help, I forgot how to function. the not really complete without you got me. oh god. just o h g o d. i just feel like i should comment on the narrative, it was so well done and just hit the spot i didn't even know I had.

warnings-

not proofread, annoying men, druig in a button-up with the sleeves rolled up

"this isn't over" - @peterparkersnose

bro this slapped in so many different levels, like excuse me. And druig who shares books and annotates? and smug druig? godamn. the sexual tension- smn keep him away from me before i fall in love.

warnings-

angst, privacy invasion, accidental nudity, sexual tension, falling in love with something you could never have-?

sunshine - @itsapeterthing

firstly, i fell in love with the writing, its so stunning. it has such a fun and flowery vibe surrounding it which makes me just gush oml. it was just so sweet. AND how he gets flustered- literally hit all my marks and exceeded them. i hope you never stop writing these, they make my soul lighter.

warnings: eternals insulting druig as always, fluff

how could they not know? - @saintlike78

to start of, i love a vocal man who can tell you that he missed you. the scene itself was so soft. just love sick druig running back to your arms and you're wearing his shirt mwahh. i find it hilarious how no else has even noticed this happening before, my oblivious fools. its so adorablee.

warnings-

nothing but fluff really, dialog heavy.

hold - @redheadspark

bro, my love, angel, the gif itself got me a blushing mess, you have no idea what the fic did to me sheesh. i love a man who was so acceptable about her fear and so re-assuring, that's so perfectly written. i also love how the author has written these thoughts in her head as well as the internal debate. it just left me in awe i swear.

warnings-

Just a hint of angst but mostly fluff

warmth - @stranger-nightmare

these are one of my favorite's that I've encountered. the end was just lovley. Just the plot of this drabble has me on my knees. it was wonderfully thought and wonderfully written. the author has left no crumbs.

warnings-

one case of swearing, a lil bit of fluff, a whole lotta angst, nakedness but it’s not in a sexual way

boyfriend headcannons - @luventi

just a bunch of head cannons which i thought were amazing. overall its just so cute and has me screaming, crying and throwing up. honestly very underated.

warnings-

druig x gn eternal!reader, au where everyone is alive and happy and together, there will be dashes of suggestive content admits all the fluff so be warned!

shy lover - @writing-wh0re

[ it didn't have a title so I gave it this, I hope the author doesn't mind]

felt that this was just a must included, i don't wanna really have to summarize this cause there wasn't a single line that did not fail to have me hypnotized. just lovley work

warnings-

Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Male Performing Oral, Praise Kink (both), Begging Kink (?), Slight Cocky Druig, Cum kink (?)

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moon-child-goddess · 4 months

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When we say goodbye Pt 1

Pairings: Druig X LightBender!Eternal!Reader (Fem)

Summary: Druig and readers time together before he leaves the group. The beginning of her descent into darkness.

Warnings: MCU Violence, Blood, Fighting, I used Fem pronouns, some fluff and angst. Time Jumps

Author's note: I watched Saltburn and then Eternals, got an Idea so here we are my first ever thingy thing. This is part one. I got carried away…. I hope you all enjoy it!

Part Two Part Three

Intricate gold patterns trailed up Y/Ns arms as she used the sunlight around her to create a massive hawk. It took off, sinking its glowing talons into the deviant’s eyes. The creature let out a strangled shriek before biting the bird. The golden creature dissolved in its jaws. Y/N pulled more light together, throwing it at the ugly monster. The ground rumbled under her feet as it fell over. It held the force of a mini earthquake. She used all the strength in her legs to keep from toppling over. Usually, Y/N had to have help from Thena or one of the other Eternals help her take the deviants down. She could wound them but hardly ever executed.

A deviant that was hidden in the tree line focused on the Y/H/C-haired girl. She stood over its friend, a wide victorious smile on her face. And did a small dance, proud of herself. It huffed out before taking off toward her. The creature now behind Y/N raised a clawed hand, slashing it through the air with the force of hurricane winds. An ear-splitting scream passed her lips while the deviant’s razor-sharp nails ripped through her flesh. Cutting right through her like a perfectly done steak. A searing heat of pain ran through her body.

"Y/N!" Druig cried out. Within a heartbeat, he took off running to her. Leaving Kingo and Thena to fend for themselves. He knew they were more than capable of handling their situation. After all, Thena could take three deviants down in the blink of an eye.

Gilgamesh neutralized the deviant attacking the girl, effectively preventing it from killing Y/N. More deviants came out of the trees to defend their fallen, pulling him back to Thenas side. There were more of the creatures in this area than anywhere the group had been before. They were multiplying like bunnies in the spring.

Druig knelt in Y/N's blood as it soaked in to the forest's floor and carefully pulled her head to his lap. His eyes flitted over the crimson wounds, muttering a sorry when a whimper escaped her. Through the blurry haze of pain, she could make out a deviant coming toward the two of them. No one besides Y/N seemed to notice the thing. Without another thought, she used the small patch of sunlight by her fingers directing the stream of light to blind the monster. Cerci took care of the rest.

"Saved my ass again, my sunshine." He smiled that breathtaking smile, pushing her hair out of her face. Druig took a deep breath wiping any emotions he showed off his face. He didn't want to worry his friend.

"I think we are even now," she spoke, inhaling sharp breaths with each word.

Ajak got down by the two, placing her hands on Y/N. A numb, tingling feeling ran through her. It felt like her limbs were waking up after sleeping on them wrong. Even with how many times Ajak has used her abilities on her, it was a sensation she would never get used to. Once Ajak was finished, Y/N thanked her. Honestly, the group would have been dead if Arishem hadn't given them Ajak.

Y/N got up to her knees and faced the black-haired menace she called her best friend. She bit her lip, not finding the words she wanted to say. ‘Thank you…I love you.’ Instead, she hugged him. Druig buried his face in her neck, inhaling in her smell overwhelmed his senses. A reminder she was still there.

“You’re still here,” he murmured against her neck, causing chills to run down her spine.

“You would miss me if I was gone. Who would accidentally hurt Ikaris for you." Y/N joked, pulling away to look into his beautiful blue eyes.

"You don't even know." He responded. Ruffling her hair before helping her up.

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Thena dodged at Y/N. They were training in a secluded area of a beach. The girl side stepped out of the way effectively blocking the blonde warrior. Thena tried a right hook and Y/N used her arm to block the hit. That was the fourth time in a row. Which was a major improvement.

“See I can fight” Y/N giggled as Thena threw another punch at her.

“You have some things to work on, for your safety.” Thena responded. She was doing this for Y/N, but Druig had begged her to help. He never asked for anything so she gladly complied.

Y/N managed to hook her leg over Thena’s. Effectively pulling her down on the sand. She straddled the warrior with a victory smile. Sounds of claps met her ears from a distance. Looking up it was Makkari cheering her on. Thena used the distraction to flip over and pin Y/N down. She wore the victory smirk now.

“You cheated”

“You lost focus.” Thena pulled her up.

“Did you want me to kill you?” Y/N asked exasperated.

“No, but let's go again. This time I won't go easy”

“Easy?” That was outrageous.

Y/N made the first move this round of sparing. Thena effortlessly dodged the attack knocking Y/N down. She glared up at the women, more determined to win. She got up and tried again only to be knocked on her ass once again. Grains of sand fell into her clothes, and stuck to her sweat. Her hair was all over the place too she knew she had to have looked crazy. Her chest heaved as she began to catch her breath.

Thena put an arm out to help her up but dropped her halfway up. The blonde woman smiled down at her. Y/N heard a laugh this time. She knew that laugh like it was the air she needed to breathe. He must have made his way over with Makkari. Those two were attached at the hip lately.

“Shut up Dru.” she called out to her dark haired friend, and bit down on her lip.

Thena helped Y/N back up and got her to her feet this time. Nodding at the girl to go again. There was a moment of hesitation before she lunged back at her screaming. This time she grazed Thena with her fingers, and escaped the movement the warrior made to grab her. There was at least 7 feet between them now. They both waited for the other to make a move. Thena started to go for Y/N’s right but swerved for the left taking the girl for surprise and once again putting her on the sandy floor.

Y/N huffed out, defeated and done for the day. She covered her face with her aching arms. This hit was going to bruise. Druig laughed again.

“Once again, shut up Dru.” He apologized but his tone was joking. She knew he was too amused to mean it.

“You are doing well. In another week you will be able to defend yourself flawlessly.” She pulled Y/N back up to her feet. Signing to Makkari to join her in the city.

Druig was distracted by the sweat glinting off Y/N’s body as she made her way to sit next to him. She dug her bare feet into the warm sand resting her head on her knees. He rubbed her back watching the ocean's waves roll on to the shore.

“You are improving sunshine.” She grunted at his words.

‘Lies’ she thought leaning in to him. Her body hurt all over.

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Y/N ran through the crowded town square knocking into some people. She ignored the glares thrown her way, too focussed on finding her friend. She wanted to show him something exciting. He was going to love it. It thrilled her to know she was going to see that soft smile of his.

“Druig!” Y/N yelled when his head of hair came into view. As soon as he heard her voice, he dropped what was in his hands, looking for her. A small smile fought its way onto his face as she ran towards him. She quickly closed the remaining distance between them before he could even step forward.

"Yes, my sunshine?" His smile widened as he watched her bounce on the balls of her feet. Obviously excited about something.

"Come with me. I want to show you something." Y/N grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together. She whisked him off toward the forest. He didn't have the opportunity to say no. Not that he would have denied her anything. He would have walked across hot coals if she so much as asked.

They came to a halt in the middle of a clearing of varying purple colored flowers. Y/N stood, so she was right in front of him, stealing his attention. He used their joined hands to pull her closer. A sparkle crossed his eyes as he rested his forehead against hers. He glanced down at her soft lips. Their lips were a breath away from what they both wanted, but they were too stubborn to do anything.

"Ok, close your eyes, no peeking." she bit down on the inside of her cheek, untangled their fingers, and took a step back. Druig frowned. And reached out to her. She shook her head.

"I swear, Y/N, if this is a trick. I will not talk to you ever again." That was a lie. Even if it wasn't, she would wear him down. She knew all the right buttons to push to get his attention. A soft musical laugh escaped her before she responded. He yearned to bottle that sound up for a cloudy day.

"Dru, it's not. Now place your hands over your eyes, and no using your powers." He poked her in the side, straightening up before complying with her demands. It earned him another laugh.

Druig could sense her tongue sticking out. Y/N had always done that when she was concentrating. He knew her better than he knew himself. He paid attention to every detail for centuries and stored them in his memory. Druig could read her like an open book. Sometimes he wondered if she knew all her little quirks. How she tousled her hair when she was stressed or when her nose twitched when she wanted to yell.

After a couple minutes, Druig's hands were tugged away from his face. He kept his eyes closed, waiting for her to be truly ready. Afraid to ruin her surprise. Y/N once again laced their fingers together. Druig squeezed her palms, rubbing his thumb across her soft skin. He could stay like this forever, just the two of them. Although, he would prefer to actually see her.

"Open." It felt like an eternity before he did as she asked.

The scene in front of him was ethereal. Thousands of gold butterflies fluttered around them. Y/N watched as Druigs sapphire blue eyes followed the movements of her creations. There was a lone black one that flew past his face. It looked more like a moth than a butterfly. It landed on a rock before vanishing.

Druig’s whole body was relaxed for the first time in a while. He stared at the spectacle in front of him in utter disbelief. With an extended finger, he coaxed a butterfly to land on it. It spread its wings out as he pulled it up closer to examine. There were delicate patterns on the wings. They looked like any regular butterfly, just dipped in liquid gold.

Druig set the thing on Y/Ns nose and dragged the finger past her lips pulling at her bottom lip and rested on her chin. Her nose scrunched up as the insect walked across her cheek. An affectionate smile took over his face, and his eyes dilated. His finger lingered on her chin a second longer, watching as the butterfly disappeared.

She had butterflies; anytime he touched her or simply looked her way. With that look, he reserved for her alone. It was softer than he ever looked at Makkari. Butterflies were there at the thought of him.

"How is this possible? You can usually only create one thing at a time." Druig pulled them both down. He sat on the cold ground and her on his lap. He snaked an arm around her waist, holding her close. He rested his chin on her soft hair, keeping his gaze on the moment playing out before him.

"I'm not sure I was playing around, and bam. Butterflies." Y/N paused, making an exploding gesture with her hands. She looked like a kid on their birthday, giddy.

“Not the most frightening thing. But hey, I did it."

"This is wonderful. My beautiful, beautiful sunshine." Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder, watching the glittering butterflies disappear with the sunset. Druig played with her hair absentmindedly, placing a soft kiss on her temple.

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Y/N stood in the forest with everyone listening to Ajak lecture Druig about controlling the humans. Thena began to twitch and mumble inaudible things next to her. Y/N truly thought it was another insult toward Druig, but she couldn't hear anything as Phastos began yelling. Thena started to speak a little louder this time.

“Thena?” Sersi said, turning to us looking concerned. “Are you ok?”

“Everyone is going to die” Thenas eyes went a foggy white, and she summoned a polearm ready to attack.

“Sersi!” Y/N cried out trying to get in front of her before Thena could attack. Makkari reacted instantly before the rest of the group knew what was happening, and pulled Sersi out of the warrior's way. Druig focused on Y/N’s cries.

Chaos broke out instantly. The golden weapon managed to hit Phastos. Y/N tried to summon something but there was no light available to pull from. The darkness moved slightly casting shadowy lines on the ground, but she couldn't gain control of them. Druig yanked her out of the way as Makkari took off with Thena.

Before Druig could even try to stop her, she went running after them.She ran as fast as she could trying to have half the speed Makkari had. He called out to stop her, but she was too far gone, trying to protect those she cared about.

Makkari was hurt on the forest floor. Thena waved her weapon around frantically, nicking the girl in front of her. Drawing blood. Y/N let out a hiss. Was it dumb to run after someone when she can't fight? Absolutely, but she wanted to protect her family. Thena was about to make a fatal blow, but Ajak stopped it with her hand. She showed no emotion as she stared the warrior down. It was chilling.

Y/N used the distractions as her opportunity to get to her friend who was laying still. She put pressure on Makkari’s wound to slow the blood loss.Throwing her whole weight on it, which caused the girl under her to flinch.

“It's ok. We will fix this.” Y/N spoke, trying to keep calm while waiting for Ajak to come. Hoping Makkari would understand her.

Druig knelt next to her putting his hands on top of A/N’s. A worried look flashing through him as he caught sight of the cut on her arm. Ajak was over in no time working on healing them. Gilgamesh stood by looking absolutely guilty for what he had done to Thena.

Druig pulled Y/N to a river washing her hands in the cool water. It was slowly grounding the girl back to reality. He murmured gentle affirmations to her as he scrubbed at her skin.

Once again, Druig and Ajak were arguing about the humans. They were all in the confines of a pyramid now. Ikaris involved himself always acting as if he was the one incharge. He threatened Druig. They frequently fought about something stupid and made empty threats. Normally Y/N would defend him. But she was overwhelmed with the dry blood that remained under her nails and Thena laying in front of her. Y/N had found it easy to tune them out through the centuries, turning them into background noise. Her second favorite person was hurting, and she couldn't fix it. This wasn't fair, she thought. Ajak couldn't even truly fix it. Her powers had limits, just like the rest of the group.

Intense words continued to be traded amongst the group. A malicious tone was hidden behind every spoken thought. Ajak stayed calm; she was the only one with a level head. Y/N stood stark still in a corner, keeping quiet. She tried to become one with the wall behind her. Her eyes were glued to the colorful walls, begging internally for them to calm down and stop.

Eventually, a stark silence took over the room. Cries of the innocent outside seemed to disappear through the walls. Y/N glanced up, examining the small space. Druig was rushing out. No one moved from their place to stop him. They just watched.

Y/N began to hyperventilate; the air was thinning out. Dru wasn't going to say goodbye? Was our friendship a lie? Did he only put up with me for entertainment? Poisonous thoughts raced through her head. Her feet had their own mind and made her take off after him.

"Druig!" Y/N Shouted, bolting down the stairs. She wanted to beg him to stop… to come back and say it was all a sick joke. She yearned for him to tell her he would never leave her behind.

‘Stay with me, please.’ She begged him subconsciously. Her thoughts were so loud that she was half convinced he could hear them when he flinched. Y/N knew it was selfish, but she needed him

A choked sob escaped her as her feet hit the flat ground. It felt as if her heart was making its way to her throat. The thing beat rapidly against her ribs like a stampede of gazelles being chased as prey. It was almost painful.

"Dru, please." He didn't respond, only walked at a faster pace. Y/N yelled out again. One last desperate attempt to get his attention.

This time, he stopped surrounded by the people under his control. Y/N blinked back the tears, threatening to fall. She placed a hand over her mouth, smothering a sob. Druig’s hands clenched into tight fists. He watched the people in front of him, all unmoving not even a blink.

"Please- Please don't leave me." Y/N’s voice cracked. Deep inside her soul, she knew this was goodbye. He turned to face her, eyes dilated. Instead of sapphire blue, she was met with black pools of obsidian. She stepped forward. The people were already on the defense with her movements towards the Eternal. Druig stopped them immediately she was no threat, and no harm would come to her at his hand.

"My beautiful, beautiful sunshine. I have to go. Arishems plan is not for me.” Druig cautiously wiped away a stray tear from her cheek. He never wanted to be the reason for those tears, but this was what was best for her. She would regret leaving with him, and he couldn't ask her to leave the people she loved so much. Y/N closed her eyes. Tipping her head up to the starry sky, she let out a depleted laugh.

“You are going to do wonderful things." He mumbled. Before he could stop it, he pulled her in for a hug. Druig held on tighter than usual. She wrapped herself around his frame, taking in the comfort of his hold. He buried his face in her neck. They fit together perfectly. As if they were sculpted for each other. They were two pieces of a puzzle meant to be lost. He pulled away slowly and tucked loose strands of Y/N's hair behind her ears. Then placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose before resting his forehead against hers.

"Please." she choked on her tears, reaching out to cup his face. She held on to him like one would hold an injured bird. Druigs eyes flashed through emotions before going blank. Oh how he wanted to be selfish, but he couldn't ask her to leave. He wiped away another tear, yearning to stop her pain. Their lips were mere inches apart. He could take the one thing he's wanted since he met her on that ship. But he couldn't do that to her. He was a selfish man, just not when it came to her.

"You need them, and they need you." He took a step back and locked his jaw. It took everything in his soul to not reach out and grab her. He forced himself to walk away.

"No." She whispered as she watched him retreat through the flaming city. Her heart shattered with each step he took with his new followers. A darkness began to fill in the cracks.

"I-I need you." she whispered to the air once he was gone.

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MOVIE/TV - 2023 FIC RECS

this year has been filled with so many beautiful fics, I wanted to make a rec list to share & support everything I read. please check these out and support these creators, they are all incredible! 💖✨

ALFRED PENNYWORTH X F!READER

— Dance With Me by @tarrenterror25

You and Alfred move things to a more private area.

— On Display by @viceofdionysus

When Alfred finds you getting carried away on a video call, he asks you to put on a show for him.

— The Gentleman by @stargirlfics

Two chance encounters turn into something quite unexpected the longer you spend around a certain Englishman

— Thoughts No One Asked For But My Mind Had No Mouth And Must Scream by @/tarrenterror

Alfred Pennyworth x Vampire!F!Reader

— When the Night is Over by @/tarrenterror

After the flood, Dulce looks to do her part to help Gotham heal and hopes to bring change to the city.

— When We Met, I Felt My Life Begin by @/tarrenterror

You and Alfred are both trying to organize a special Valentine’s day for each other, but nothing seems to be going quite right! Luckily, young master Bruce is around to help you two get everything in order!

BRUCE WAYNE X F!READER

— Iron by @/stargirlfics

Battinson + pussy eating

BUCKY BARNES X F!READER

— Anamnesis by @fluffyprettykitty

Transforming to a werewolf for what seems to be the first time with a familiar yet strange man by your side.

CAPRICORN X F!READER

— Take Me Home by @/tarrenterror

You are the second eldest daughter to the Adderhead and not yet married off by some miracle. This leaves room for a budding romance with a certain fire-raiser. The two of you must keep it secret lest your tyrant of a father find out.

DAVID ROBEY X F!READER

— The Devil Makes Us Sin by @tarabyte3

Your life isn't perfect, and you don't enjoy moonlighting as a camgirl for so many repulsive men, but you need the money and at least it's yours. You're getting by just fine. You're content. At least you thought you were. Then you get a strange text message. And you aren't sure if you're horrified or intrigued.

DRUIG X F!READER

— Calling by @redheadspark

You and Druig were meant to be together, and Druig gives you a place to call home because of that.

FRANK CASTLE X F!READER

— Saturday by @/fluffyprettykitty

Instantiable night session with Frank.

JAVI G X GN! READER

— Creation of the Heart by @0celesteisthebest0

Javi comforting you with bouts of insecurity

JAVIER PEÑA X F!READER

— Little Black Dress by @inklore

“you know how good you look in this dress? can’t fuckin’ concentrate on anything but bending you over and ruining it with my come.“ or the one where javi fingers you against a desk at a work conference.

JIM HOPPER X F!READER

— Heatwave by @/viceofdionysus

When Hawkins loses power during a heatwave, Jim does the neighborly thing and invites the pretty librarian out to his cabin on a private lake. But as they try to cool down, things only seem to heat up between them.

MARCUS MORENO X F!READER

— The Dinner by @frannyzooey

Missy invites you home for the weekend, unaware that you’ve actually been sleeping with her father since the semester started.

MATT MURDOCK X F!READER

— Cadence by @she-likesorchids

You're a barista living in New York, but you create erotic audios and sell subscriptions to make extra money. Matt has found a new outlet for his sexual frustration, and it's your voice. What happens when a chance meeting at your coffee shop threatens to blow both of your covers?

OBERYN MARTELL X F!READER

— Breath of Life by @/moonlight-prose

punctured by the arrow of cupid, oberyn is suddenly infatuated with you. you…the very breath in his lungs, the clouds in his sky, the reason the sun shone down on his home. he was in love and yet you couldn’t have felt more different.

PERO TOVAR X F!READER

— Menuet by @psychedelic-ink

you decide to take a swim in a lake that is deep in the middle of the forest. during your swim, pero finds you, and he’s not happy that you went out alone during a full moon.

PETER PARKER X F!READER

— Approach Shift by @psithurista

Peter Parker is a weirdo. A hot, distracting, irritating weirdo. And you can’t afford distractions right now. So there’s only one thing to do.

— Dial Tones by @spiderispunk

Peter gets a much-needed distraction after studying all night.

— Fragments of Tomorrow by @/psychedelic-ink

After a massive ecological disaster, the world is overrun by mutated flora and fauna, along with infected humans that sprout vines and flowers. Nature itself has turned against humanity, and you thought Peter would be by your side. That Spider-Man would protect you and those close to you—you never thought you’d be wrong in both aspects. But now he’s back, and you don’t know how to react.

SANTA (HARBOUR) CLAUS X F!READER

— All is Bright by @lavenderursa

Your husband has a rather bad yet exciting day at work which leads to an unexpected reunion and a much needed reminder of the Christmas spirit.

—Joyful Night by @cinewhore

You comfort your husband after his Christmas night run.

SER BARRISTAN SELMY X F!READER

— Sometimes, Love is not Enough. by @sermormonts

Your knight of the Kingsguard: sworn to celibacy since he took the whitecloak at age three and twenty, bursting to prove all he knows of passion: not from song or script writ in stained pages, but from the glassy, heady ache you’ve etched into his chest—a heart kept dormant for decades.

STEPHEN GRANT X F!READER

— Love's Train by @moonlight-prose

a box of chocolates, a bottle of wine, and the floor.

— To Be Loved by @/moonlight-prose

“you didn’t intend to give up your heart - believing that you could remain one person without severing yourself in two.”

ULYSSES KLAUE X F!READER

— Bringin' Home the Rain by @the-eyes-of-andyserkis

You're no stranger to taking risks, in fact you prefer the unknown, however when you happen to cross paths with a certain black market arms dealer you find it uncharacteristically difficult to find your balance. (aka "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine.")

— Danger Starts the Sharp Incline by @citrus-moonlight

At your scientific organization the study of demon energy output has become no less mundane than it would at any other research facility. That is until you find yourself trapped with the demon who has recently shifted in your thoughts from an idle curiosity to a distraction.

— I Always Find My Way Back To You by @/tarrenterror

You can always count on Ulysses to return to you, but lately you find yourself wanting more. The new dangers in the world don't make the life of an arms dealer any easier and any day could be his last. Running away and living off the grid with the man you love is the dream. Does he share your feelings and can he be convinced to live a life with you?

— Please Hold… by @/tarrenterror

Klaue is not opposed to mixing business with pleasure.

— Salvation is a Deep Dark Well by @/citrus-moonlight

Memories and fresh desires are intertwined now and you think you might go mad from the waiting, but all you can do is try to keep yourself busy as you count down to Klaue’s return.

— Think I Need a Devil to Help Me Get Things Right by @/the-eyes-of-andy-serkis

After a particularly rough flight you’re suddenly having anxiety for the first time in all of your years in the air, buyou end up finding help in an unexpected place when an enigmatic passenger offers you a distraction.

— Woven by @/citrus-moonlight

As winter begins to settle in, the darkening days are unexpected brightened when you end up with the chance to spend a little more time with Ulysses Klaue.

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Treacherous (epilogue)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: N/A Summary: Soulmate!AU - Soulmate tattoos are incredibly rare but you’ve never felt really proud to have one. Everyone else around you gushed over it while you found the whole thing ominous and a little inconvenient. Truthfully, you were never really convinced you’d find your other half… That is until a random camping trip leads you to a quaint village run by a dark and brooding man who just so happens to be your soulmate. Stuck in the forest with nothing else to lose, you agree to join his world, his little village, and see if there’s actually love behind the markings. A/N: i guess we finally made it - thank you for reading and I sincerely hope you have enjoyed this fic, even though it took me forever to update. thank you for being patient and i pray this has lived up to any expectations. thank you for caring and reading! I write just to have fun but it's always nice when there's people to read it :)

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You made your way out to your apartment balcony, carefully maneuvering the tight space as you carried two plates filled with sandwiches and cups of soup. Druig was already sitting at the patio table. He’d been sitting there for a while scrolling on his new cellphone (or "cellular device," if you asked him about it).

You two had made a pitstop on your travels to see a few of the Eternals and Sersi had insisted on keeping in touch the modern way. She shoved a phone into Druig’s hands and, despite his protests, he quickly became fascinated with the technology. It was still a very funny sight to you. You were quite relieved you find you weren’t missing your phone, though.

"Do you have time to take a break from your phone for lunch?" You playfully asked as you placed a plate of food in front of your soulmate. He smirked and rolled his eyes before placing the phone on the table.

"I was reading about a farmer’s market that’s going to be not too far from here tomorrow," he explained. "We should check it out."

"Sounds nice," you replied and swirled your spoon around your serving of soup. It was evident that Druig missed the routine and community of the village. You noticed this pretty quickly after moving in together. He focused on very specific parts of living, such as cooking with particular organic vegetables. He was also very strict about security in your apartment. You never missed the protective eye he kept on, well, everything.

Living together like this was certainly an adjustment. Even though it wasn’t the first time you two had shared the same home, it felt very different now. You were coming together in one household on almost completely different terms. There was a willingness and dedication to this life that hadn’t felt as real or tangible in the village.

The place you lived in also felt very bizarre. It was a one-bedroom, cozy flat near the city but not in the heart of it. It screamed prime real estate to you. A place like this in New York would be mind-blowing. You didn’t know how Druig was able to obtain this flat but you also didn’t want to ask too many questions. All of the Eternals seemed to manage their livings on their own with ease and you would just go along with it for him.

"Are you okay, darling?" Druig asked, pulling you out of your wandering mind.

You nodded and took a bite of your sandwich. "That farmer’s market sounds really great. Hopefully, their growing standards live up to your demands," you joked.

"I’m sorry for thinking we should eat well," he replied, making your joking tone. "Perhaps that diner you took me to traumatized me."

You gasped. "You certainly weren’t complaining at the time."

He smirked. "I finally had you back. I was a little distracted, I wasn’t thinking clearly."

Your heart suddenly felt like it was mush in your chest. You didn’t know how he constantly managed to do that to you. It never felt like it would fizzle.

"There’s no need to woo me," you muttered as you felt your face get warm. "You already have me here."

"But that’s where you’re wrong. Because you’re here, I get to woo you every day, for as long as this world allows."

Now your stomach felt like mush. You had to force yourself to look away or else you would completely crumble under Druig’s gaze.

"An art gallery a few streets over is looking for an intern. I was considering applying," you said, changing the subject. You had to shift it—he could go on forever working you up.

Druig smiled at your admission. "That sounds wonderful."

"Yeah?" You sighed. "Do you really think so? I wasn’t totally sure, my creativity has been lacking for a while. I… I haven’t done much of anything creative since the village. I never got to finish the blanket." It was such an insignificant part of the village but its loss didn’t get past you. You had remembered that first spark that it ignited in you, that moment you wondered if you were right where you needed to be. It felt so silly to admit, so silly to have a knitted blanket hold so much weight, but its loss could’ve foretold so much.

"I’ll get you all the yarn you want," Druig responded with no hesitation. "You’ll get to make a hundred blankets. You can fill the entire flat with them."

You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. "I make traditional art, too."

"Any materials you need, consider it done," he replied. "Do you want a studio? We could rent a studio."

You quickly shook your head, trying to get him to slow down. His tendency to come on strong and eager had yet to fully fade, but you were starting to think it never would.

"Let me start with the blanket and internship," you said. "Maybe I’ll get some paint sets as well. We can talk studios…at a later date."

"Sorry," he sighed. "I just want you to have everything. I… I don’t want you to regret this, not even for a second. I never want any more worries or fears running through your head."

You gave him a sympathetic smile and placed your hand on his where it rested on the table. You noticed he hadn’t touched much of his food, a seemingly uncommon occurrence for him.

"You can’t stop me from worrying, but I can assure you that, right here, right now, I’m very pleased with where I am in life. I’m happy in this apartment and I’m glad you’re the one I’m sharing it with."

You swore you heard Druig let out a sigh of relief but you ignored it.

"I think that’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear," he muttered. "I’m happy as well."

"Thank gosh," you said as a smile you couldn’t contain spread its way onto your lips. "Now, we should finish our lunch. I believe I was promised yarn."

"Anything for you, my beautiful, beautiful soulmate."

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oncasette · 2 years

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✷ here’s a list of characters i currently write for + some common themes / tropes i tend to enjoy !

✷ favs, requests open, requests closed, *sfw only

in terms of requests! my ask box is always open but i reserve to write or not write anything that comes in. i keep everything in the bin in case one day it sparks something!

✷ links lead to fan castings!

BAND OF BROTHERS. babe heffron, joe liebgott, george luz, donald malarky, eugene roe, dick winters

DC. barry allen, adrien chase, rick flag, dick grayson, harley quinn, jaime reyes, tdk!bruce wayne

EIGHTIES. ferris bueller, darry curtis, charlie dalton*, jason dean, kevin dolenz, cameron frye, johnny lawrence, blane mcdonough, steven meeks*, ronald miller*, knox overstreet*

HARRY POTTER. regulus black, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, theseus scamander, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood

TED LASSO. roy kent, ted lasso, jamie tartt

MARVEL. druig, kate bishop, eddie brock, frank castle, scott lang, matt murdock, mcu!peter parker, tasm!peter parker, steve rogers, peter quill, helmut zemo

MILES TELLER. willard hewitt, andrew neiman, vinny pazienza

OBX. rafe cameron, jj maybank, topper thornton

PEDRO PASCAL. jack daniels, din djarin, frankie morales, javier peña, marcus pike

SCREAM. ethan landry, stu macher, charlie walker

STRANGER THINGS. steve harrington, jim hopper, eddie munson

TOP GUN. bradley bradshaw, nick bradshaw, tom kazansky, jake seresin, beau simpson

MISC. astarion cunin, carlisle cullen, walt finnegan, mark grayson, logan huntzberger, percy jackson, peeta mellark, benny miller, eric northman, kai parker, harvey specter, stiles stilinski, jesse swanson, thomas webb, phil wenneck, sebastian wilder, pacey witter, charlie young

TROPES I’M PARTIAL TO... mutual pining, fake dating, lovers to enemies to lovers, (childhood) best friends to lovers, summer love, vampire!au, domesticity, age gap, guy falls first, hurt/comfort, second chance romance, roommates to lovers, old money!au, dad’s best friend, best friend’s brother

TROPES I WON’T WRITE… non-con, rpf, pedophilia, age play/regression, pet play, anal play, water sports, scat, sister!reader (ex. eddie munson x henderson!reader)

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Request rules.

I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.

I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.

I also only really write x reader fics.

My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!

- Thanks for the requests though! :)

Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!

People/characters I will write for:

DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:

- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.

- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.

- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).

- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.

- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.

- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.

- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.

- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.

- Fallout - Cooper Howard (pre and post Ghoul), Lucy MacLean, Maximus.

HORROR:

- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.

- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.

- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.

- Late Night with The Devil - Jack Delroy

- Renfield - R.M Renfield.

- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.

- The Boy - Brahms.

- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.

- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.

- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.

- The Crow - Eric Draven.

- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.

MARVEL:

- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.

- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.

- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.

DC:

- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.

- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.

- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).

- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.

The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).

ANIME:

- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.

- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.

- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.

- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.

- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.

- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.

- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.

- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.

- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.

MUSIC:

- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.

- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).

- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.

- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.

- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.

- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.

- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).

- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.

SCI-FI:

- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.

- Prey - Naru, Taabe.

- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.

- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.

OTHERS:

- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.

- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.

- Euphoria - Rue Bennett, Jules Vaughn, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Fezco, Lexi Howard, Nate Jacobs (nothing abusive).

- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.

- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.

I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)

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lilacliquors · 2 years

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kinktober day six: sensory deprivation

pairing: soft dom!druig x reader

word count: 304

notes: welcome to day six! sorry this one took so long to get out, i had a long day out in the field with the kiddos today, and then i had to go grocery shopping. but it's here! as always, likes are appreciated, reblogs are strongly recommended. happy kinking!

you tensed slightly when you felt the blindfold cover your eyes. he tied it around your head and pressed a kiss to your cheek, then let his hand roam your body. you jumped slightly, and you could hear him chuckle from somewhere behind you.

“jumpy little thing, aren’t we?” he asked, and you huffed quietly.

“only because you literally made me be,” you replied, and you received a sharp smack to the ass, making you cry out.

“ah ah, remember who’s who right now, pet,” he said softly, watching as you took your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment.

“sorry, sir,” you whispered, and he smiled before kissing your cheek again. then all was quiet, and you nearly screamed when fingers curled around the waistband of your panties. you felt the fabric slide down your legs, pool around your ankles, and then the touch vanished. it was quickly replaced by a tongue, making you inhale sharply. his hands were tight on your thighs you help you keep your balance as he devoured you. and yet, you had no idea what his next move would be. it was thrilling, a bit scary, but all the more arousing. you stumbled as he moved you backwards, gasping when your legs hit the edge of the bed and you fell onto it, the feeling of his hands roaming your lower body sending jolts of electricity through you. but then movement ceased, and you could feel your chest heaving. another sharp smack, this time to the inside of your thigh, made you jump again, then the soft caress brought you back down.

“how’re we feeling?” he asked gently, massaging the skin he’d punished, and you sighed softly.

“good, ‘m feeling good,” you assured him, and he kissed your inner thigh.

“good, because we’re only just getting started.”

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alohastyles-x · 4 months

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God of Death - Teaser / Prologue

A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

Summary: The origins of a mysterious masked killer... who just so happens to be a god.

Note: This is the little teaser that also doubles as a prologue :) I hope you guys enjoy <3 <3 Happy Holidays !!!

Warnings: mentions of blood, light gore, death, murder... lol

Wordcount: 793 - short little blurb

The metallic smell of blood clung to his senses, as Druig lifted his blade high above his head, prepared to land yet another strike to the unsuspecting victim that laid below him. It was his first kill, the rage of human fragility consuming him, driving him to take matters into his own hands. Why were humans so hungry with greed, so lustful for it that they slaughtered millions to make their point known?

Blood had already filled the streets below, flowing like a tiny creek above the pavements that weaved between now crumbling buildings. His victim would be seen as just another casualty to the war, a guard who fell to the hoards of civilians now storming the castle. They had been neglected for months, famished and homeless, littering the streets like discarded trash. Finally, they had enough, rising up against the castle and its inhabitants.

But the guard below Druig was far from innocent. The list of sins he had to atone for could wrap around the city twice. Druig was merely just doing a god’s work, sending the bastard to his hell a little earlier than expected.

Druig pulled his blade out of the limp body once more, wiping the red stains on the guard's cloth that hung from his waist. Druig slid the blade back into his own boot, the cool metal a sweet relief against his hot skin. The fire ablaze through the castle halls, set by the angry citizens, had significantly raised the temperature, a sickening heat radiating off what walls were still left standing.

As Druig straightened, a twinkle in the doorway caught his attention. A child stood in the crumbling frame, his mouth hung open at the sight before him. The child was half in the shadows, his features unrecognizable. Druigs’ senses told him exactly who the kid was - the deceased guard's son. Druig had to act quick, before the child found the will to scream over the ghastly sight.

He closed his eyes as he summoned his powers from deep in his mind. When he opened them, his eyes then turned a bright golden that reflected the fire in the torches along the wall, as he locked eyes with the child in front of him. He now had total control over the kids emotions and actions.

“It’s okay, you’re safe. Go, find your mother.” Druig said, as he calmed the boys’ now shot nerves.

The child nodded, turning slowly and taking off, jumping over fallen bricks and wreckage. Druig sighed, looking down once more at the guard at his feet.

“Should have played it safe, Alexander, so your son could have a father in his life. That is very important, you know,” Druig scolded the dead man.

Alexander had a reputation in the Byzantine town for his behavior. There were many nights after his shift that Alexander became belligerent, drunk off the spirits offered by the local distilleries, before taking advantage of any unlucky woman who happened to cross his drunken path. His list of victims was countless, many left dead in the street for their loved ones to find. The grotesque crimes he committed were covered up by the King, offering a bullshit lie as an explanation for Alexander’s behavior.

Druig wasn’t the only one who wanted Alexander dead. He was just the first one to get to him, shoving him into the room where he laid now, his blood permanently marking his deathbed.

Alexander’s son stumbled through the hallways back to his mothers room that was tucked away deep in the castle, unharmed from the civilians storming through. He was panting, trying to catch his breath as he threw open the door. His mother sat on the bed, a knife in hand as she waited for the civilians to finally reach her champers. At the sight of her son, she dropped the knife, running to him.

“Agapi mou!” She cradled the boy in her arms, holding him close to her chest.

“Mommy,” he said, his greek accent thick. “It’s páppa!”

“What do you mean?”

“He… he…” the boy didn’t have to finish his sentence. The fear and grief in his voice said everything she needed to hear. So she cradled him tighter, running her fingers through his short black hair- much like his fathers.

As the tears fell from her eyes, landing on the top of her son's head, she heard a scream echo through the castle. She knew the mob had finally found them, tearing through the halls just outside her door. She hung onto her son tighter, praying to the gods for a savior, to spare her from the sins of the castle.

Such fate did not come… for the gods she prayed to sat silently outside, held under Druigs’ control.

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boliv-jenta · 2 years

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Frankie Morales x f!reader

Smut, swearing, mentions of recovery from addiction. Fluff, fluff, fluff.

Speed Dating (title by @littlemisspascal Thank you.)

Summary: Your first try at speed dating goes surprisingly well. (I don't usually do summarise but I didn't have a title so I thought I better have at least one of those things.)

God, this place was an assault on your senses. The scent of overpowering cologne, rolling over the sickly sweetness of two for one cocktails. The low light on the main floor boarded with the gaudy neon lights from the bar and what appeared to be left over Christmas lights were causing a headache to brew behind your eyes.

Shifting uncomfortably in your seat, your feet made an audible ripping sound as you peeled them from the sticky floor. This was definitely a wipe your feet on the way out kind of place. So why the hell had you agreed to come here to speed date?! Oh right, the crushing loneliness. Being a single parent, barrelling towards forty and riding out a pandemic had reduced your dating options significantly. When your friend had suggested this you had said no straight away. The idea of dating, all that energy getting to know someone new when you barely had energy for yourself after working, looking after your child, your house and trying to be somewhat social, was a nightmare. Then she called you after you watched The Eternals for movie night. You always played off being single, told yourself that you were fine, that you were strong enough to do everything, that you didn't need someone to love. Watching Druig and Makkari with all their chemistry, you couldn't help but think about what it would be like to have someone in your life you could have a connection with. Someone that would call you beautiful and give you a little shelter from the world. A little softness in all doom and gloom. This is how you ended up in a rundown old bar on a very rare child free Saturday night.

The whole thing had been excruciating. Your tried to being positive, you gave each guy a chance, you really did, but between the guys who just openly stared at your chest, straight up proposition you or screamed potential serial killer, you were done after half an hour. As soon as the bell dinged cueing the guy, who had asked a weird amount of questions about your taste in shoes, to leave, you shot up out of your chair, only pausing to turn and grab your things from your chair.

"Wow, do I really make that bad of a first impression?" A rich voice half chuckled from behind you. Still clutching your bag and jacket you spun around to find the source of it. Woah. It took a moment for your brain to catch up. The man standing in front of you was gorgeous. He looked so out of place here. The was no way he was here to take part in speed dating. He was taller than you, at first you thought that's what made you felt eclipsed by his size but you soon realised he only stood a couple of inches taller than you. It was his broad frame that made you feel tiny by comparison. Wide set shoulders, a firm chest, that his loosely buttoned Hawaiian shirt gave a tantalising peek of, framed with strong arms folded across his stomach. The open neck of his shirt drew your attention to his neck, thick and muscular, you longer to bury your face in it. You made a bet with yourself that he smelled amazing. Clean but earthy. From the look of his hands he was not stranger hard to work. His nails were neatly trimmer but his cuticles were a little rough. You bet he could be a little rough with his hands.

And his face, where to begin, the phrase 'eyes you could get lost in' came to mind, deep mahogany, laughter lines and a gentle raise to his eyebrows softened the intensity. His lips naturally pouted as they rested open, just slightly, as he looked at you. They looked so soft and inviting. His mustache excentuated them nicely. His strong jaw was covered with stubble the few grey patches gave him a distinguished look. His nose was strong, for some reason you longed to kiss the bridge of it.

"Frankie." he held his hand out as he introduced himself. Taking it you gave him your name.

"I understand if you want to go. I've been watching you..." he cut himself off when you furrowed your brow at him. "Not in a creepy way. Well, at least I hope you won't find it creepy." He was flustered now, which was charming on him.

"Well, in what way were you watching me?" You slid back into your seat.

He followed suit before continuing. "My buddy Benny has a thing for the bartender working tonight." He turned his head over his shoulder, stretching his shirt tighter to his chest as he did so. It took you a moment to follow his gaze. A younger man was leaning over the bar, his head dipped to the bartenders ear. Whatever he said earned him a playful slap to the shoulder and a lingering look as she moved away to serve someone. He lifted his beer, nodding towards Frankie as he noticed him. Frankie gave a small wave in return, showcasing his long fingers. You really needed to get a grip. Being gorgeous didn't rule out him being a complete creep. Listening to the rest of his story, while you enjoy the view, couldn't hurt though. "She told him she was working here tonight. Benny signed me up. We don't normally drink here so he said it would be good to build my confidence."

"Build your confidence?" you hoped your tone sounded neutral, though you were a touch surprise. Everyone can have a problem with their confidence but you would have thought dating would be a bit easier for someone as attractive as him. Maybe that was just your own insecurities talking.

"Yeah, divorced dad, wrong side of forty, ex-military. A few things that are hard to sell I guess."

"Am a single parent. I never get to go out. My son's grandma is visiting from out of town so she's looking after him. Hard to met people when you only go the same few places." The words flowed from your mouth easily, normally you'd feel self conscious talking about your lack of a social life. Between Frankie being in a similar situation and his soulful eyes trained on you, it was so easy to open up.

Frankie smiled warmly. "See, that's why I was watching you after you caught my eye. You seemed just as uncomfortable and out of place as me. I could see you trying your best to be polite too. It was nice." Your cheeks heated at the compliment. "I figured you wouldn't give an old man like me too hard a time."

"You're not old!" You laughed. Frankie seems enchanted by it, his brown eyes locked on to like you were they only other person in the world.

When his gaze became too intense he snapped it away to focus on his drink. "Yeah, you should tell that to my back."

A comfortable silence wound round the both of you for a second. Both of you basking in the warmth of this newfound connection. The ember of something more burning between you. It was a beautiful moment until the bell rang out for Frankie to switch tables.

Frankie reluctantly stood. "I guess I better...." he gestured over his shoulder to the next table. A middle aged brunette sat at the next table, she was practically salivating at the prospect of some time with Frankie. Or maybe you had a jealous streak. "Frankie? Do you wanna get out of here?" If you thought Frankie couldn't be more gorgeous, you were wrong. The smile he gave you made him look like a ray of sunshine. It was bright and infectious. A smile of your own spread across your face before he even said yes. Placing his drink back on the table, he held out his hand to you. Without a seconds hesitation you took it, the two of you practically jogged out of the bar, followed by murmurs from the other singles and a shout of what sounded like "Go fish!". Whatever that was about.

Rushing out of the door, a fit of giggles erupted from the both of you. "I don't even know where we can go. I don't have a car. My friend is helping to run this, she drove me. I just saw how the next woman was looking at you and didn't want you to go to her because I liked you. That is so stupid." Finally, you managed to get yourself under control.

"For what it's worth I like you too. Even if you'd had let me leave I was coming back to you." The way he said it made you feel like he was going off to some epic battle not a couple of dimly lit tables with desperate singles. Tomato/tomahto. Dating can be brutal. For a moment you allowed yourself feel like a fair princess who's handsome knight was going off to war and would do anything to get back to her. Instead of being the princess who has to put on her own suit of armour and get shit done herself.

"I have a car but I only go to like five places regularly. We're too tall for the soft place area. The library is closed. Ah, I know just the place." He held the crux of his arm out to you. No one had ever done that to you before, it was sweet. When you hesitated he spoke "I promised I'm not a serial killer."

"That's probably..." you started.

"...what a serial killer would say." You both finished.

The short drive was filled with comfortable chit chat. You covered work, siblings, brief dating history. All the usual date stuff.

"I don't normally take a girl anywhere this fancy on a first date but you're special." Before you could work out what he was talking about the golden arches appeared from around the bend.

"I hope you're not trying to buy my affections with this fine dining. It takes more than haute cuisine to get into my pants." Damn those two for one cocktails. You'd only had two but your lips were a little too loose. Fortunately, Frankie took it as good natured banter, he smiled broadly, only blushing a little. It was so adorable you longed to make his cheeks flush in another way.

Sitting in the carpark after collecting your food, that Frankie insisted on paying for and insisted he knew it would more than a Big Mac to get into your pants, the easy conversion returned.

"This is actually a rare treat for me." You gush between a mouthful of fries and a glup of banana milkshake

"Really?" Frankie sounded as shocked as you could with a mouth full of burger.

"My son's not a fan so it's just easier to go somewhere he likes."

"My daughter's the opposite. She would eat here all the time. If I let her eat this and watch Encanto 24/7 I'd be the best dad in the world. I might lose my mind though."

"You don't like Encanto?" He looked sheepish at your question.

"Don't tell me you don't think 'We Don't Talk About Bruno, is a bop." you laugh reaching for your milkshake while the saltiness of your fries was still in your mouth.

"Definitely. Surface Pressure is a close second though." He admitted flushing adorably again.

"Yes!" you giggled. "The donkeys just vibing in the background. Art."

Grabbing a another couple of fries, you popped the salty treats into your mouth and grabbed your milkshake.

"You could just dip those in. I won't think it's weird or anything." He suggested before eating a few of his own fries.

"Oh, I don't do that. I just like a little bit of salty with a little bit of sweet. This way works great."

"Just a little taste of each, huh?"

Before you could raise your milkshake all the way to your face Frankie's hand was gripping it over yours. His touch was firm and warm, adding to the increasing feeling of safety you had in his company. Bringing the cup into reach of his mouth his lips parted, allowing the straw to fall between them. His eyes fixed on yours as his tongue swirled around it to pull it into place. His Adam's Apple bobbed as he took a sip. Before you could ask what he was doing, he moved closer, lips hovering over yours for a brief moment. Eyes scanning your face to gage if this was OK. His lips then touched yours, firm but gentle. Parting slightly to caress yours. He stilled for a second as if he was giving you a chance to move away. You responded my bringing your free hand to the back of his neck. Fingers threading into the soft curls there. His lips pulled up against yours in a smile before his tongue swept your lips. When you opened your mouth to let him in, your senses were assaulted for the second time that night. The taste of the sweet milkshake, the heat radiating from him, the sounds of him lightly moaning.

"I see what you mean they taste good together." He breathed against your lips after you separated. It was a move that would have had you cringing if some soppy, lovesick teenager had pulled it in a movie but from Frankie? It was incredibly endearing. And so fucking hot. Throwing caution, and a fair few fries, to the wind you crossed the bench seat of his truck to kiss him again. After making out like teens for a while, then a fair bit of groping, Frankie drove you to his place. All the way there the ghost of his touch made your body come alive. Your whole being thrummed with anticipation. It had been longer than you'd care to admit since you'd had sex but the way Frankie was looking at you, it was all but guaranteed you would tonight. A hopeful part of your mind had been open to the possibility while you got ready tonight. A beautiful new and actually matching underwear set was hidden under your dress. You'd shaved and moisturised to within an inch of your life. The way your skin felt way too hot and a little damp you worried that you'd just effectively turned your body into a human slip and slide. Then you worried that you hadn't done it in so long that you might have to google some of those bisected pictures from high school biology to see what goes where.

By the time you reached Frankie's place, your heart was in your mouth. Anxiety and hormones vying to take over your nervous system.

The welcoming environment of Frankie's cosy home did little to help. A hallway dotted with pictures opened up to a living room. Huge cushions rest on a fabric sofa, blackets lay on the back of it and a recliner in the corner. His home was neat as a pin, simply decorated but not sterile. Since he was a vet you wondered if he bedroom was just a neat. If you could bounce a quatre off his bed. If you would bounce if he threw you on it. The lustful thought must have shown on your face as Frankie was back on you after being a gracious host, welcoming you into his home, offering you a drink. God, the way his kissed. It was gentle but demanding, consuming. His long fingers you had admired early had found their way to you hips. His grip was like his kiss, soft but firm. A little too lost in him, his thumbs stroking your hips, his lips on your neck, you bumped into a side table. Something clattered to the floor. Breaking the kiss, you saw it was a framed photo of Frankie and who you assumed was his daughter. She was adorable. All brown eyes and curls. She had to be his. Scooping the picture up you held it for a moment. If this went well, you'd have to meet her. What would your son think of Frankie? How would this even progress? You get zero time to yourself. Were you going to sneak Frankie over once your son went to sleep?

"Hey. What are you thinking?" His hand wrapped around yours on the frame. His chest pressed to your side. He was so solid, physically and in his presence.

"Nothing." He raised his eyebrows before kissing your shoulder. He was patient, he could tell you wanted to talk to him but he wasn't going to push. "I just...I'm just feeling a little overwhelmed. It's been a long time since I did this. I'm honestly not sure I remember to do." He chuckled lightly. "I want you but I'm so nervous."

"The speed dating part ended at the bar. There's no rush to do anything. I haven't found someone so easy to talk to in such a long time. Not since..." His eyes flickered to the photo of his daughter. Did he just compare you to the mother of his child? "...I like to get to know you better."

"I'd like that too." Placing a kiss to your temple he took the photo from you returning it to it's spot on the table.

"You wanna watch a movie? I have popcorn. Cinema sweet?" He tossed over his shoulder as he walked into the kitchen. "You want a drink? I have soda, water, juice, coffee. I think I have tea." Following him into the kitchen, your suspicions were confirmed by the sobriety chip rest in a bowl by the fridge. Nestled between a set of keys and half a pack of gum. That told you a lot you need to know about Frankie Morales. Tee-total but took his friend to a bar to be his wing man.

"Oh shit. How will your friend get home?"

"Benny? I doubt he's even going home. He'll find someone to give him a ride, he always does."

"Was it me or did he shout 'Go fish' when we left? Is that like the card game? An in joke?"

That cute smile spread come back. "Er, no. It's my name. Well, what they call me. Catfish."

"Catfish?"

"Yeah. I'm a good swimmer and the mustache. It's stupid." His cheeks tinged pink again. Frankie was definitely a complex man. Obviously strong but so sweet and vulnerable. You filed the swimmer part away it was way too distracting. You could see it though he was built for it. Those strong arm, broad shoulders, glistening in the water...you need to calm down.

"I like it. I've never had a nickname." You thought it was sweet that his friends had put so much thought into in. The men you knew didn't usually put that much thought in to their nicknames for each other. It was usually something insulting that stuck.

"I'll have to find you one." The popcorn began to pop manically behind him. "You want to pick the movie?"

While Frankie dished up the popcorn you flicked through your choices. The first app you came to was Disney+. You chuckled at the profiles being named 'Catfish' and 'Minnow'.

"My friend Santi help me set it up. You need a code for mine. It's 4321."

"A twist on a classic."

"I'm a traditionalist but I'm not above mixing it up." He smiled settling in next to you placing the popcorn on his lap but tilting it towards you. Not the way you'd pictured having your hand in his lap but it was just as good.

"Oh, hey. Prey! I forgot that was out today." Excitement was evident in your tone.

"You like Predator movies?"

"I love them. You?"

"I just finished binging them to watch this. Even The Predator."

"Not the strongest one. The cast was ok. Some good action scenes."

"Yeah the main guy was definitely no Arnie. He wasn't bad though."

"You wanna watch? I gotta warn you, I don't like talking during movies."

"Who talks during movies? That's what snacks are for, to shut people up."

For a moment you would happily have brought the speed dating aspect back and sped right to moving in and marrying this man.

The film went by pretty fast. Frankie hummed in approval at all the right places, much to your delight. By the end of it you were sat with your legs tucked up underneath you, resting against Frankie's chest. His arm was slung around you, his head resting on top of yours. It had been a long time since you had been this comfortable with a man. You were apparently both so comfortable that somewhere after the end of the movie while scrolling your next choice you both fell fast asleep.

"Frankie?" You mumbled sleep coating your voice.

"What? Oh, shit." He jumped up with a start looking at his watch. "It's 5am! Did you need to get home? Fuck, I'm sorry. I can't stay awake for shit anymore."

"It's fine. I was supposed to be staying at my friend's house. We were gonna do a girlie pamper day." You reassured him as he dropped back down into the cushions.

"I could take you? If you still want to go?" He sounded a little dejected.

"If you're free, I'd rather spend some more time with you."

"I'd like that."

A little self conscious of your morning breath you pressed a kiss to his cheek. Frankie took the opportunity to catch your lips.

"Frankie. I must have bad morning breath." You protested.

"Yeah. Horrible. Disgusting really." He mumbled between kisses.

"Hey." You pushed him playfully. He responded by playfully overpowering you, pining you beneath him on the couch. Things got a whole lot less playful from there. The two of grabbed at each other like you were trying to merge into one entity. Frankie's body ended up completely flush with yours. A gasp of his name left you when his demin clad erection pressed into you. Your hips chased after the friction, which Frankie gladly provided. After just a few rolls of his hips the two of you were a panting mess.

"Frankie? Can we...? Do you have...?" Fuck, have a gorgeous man pay you this much attention was not good for your IQ.

It took him a second to catch up then he quickly pulled a condom from his jeans pocket. "Benny." He said by way of an explanation.

With that out of the way the two of you made short work of undoing his jeans. As you pushed them down his hips, he shoved his underwear down. Thankful the small squeak you let out was cover but the sound of Frankie opening the condom. Good thing those things stretch. He was huge. Bigger than anything you had tucked in your draw at home. Frankie was too focused on pulling off your underwear to notice you gawking.

"Frankie? Can we take it easy? I think I'll need some time to adjust."

"Oh...yeah." The poor man turned beetroot. "Do you want to fool around a little more first?"

"No, I want you. I'm just not certain I can handle you."

"I'll be gentle, Hermosa. Tell me if you want me to stop." His voice was so soothing and sincere. You had no doubt he would stop if you asked. "Ready?"

When you nodded he grip himself to guide the tip to brush your clit. After circling it a few times, earning a chorus of moans from you, he notched himself at your enterance. Oh so slowly, he slide inside. The stretch of him stole your breath.

"You good?" He asked while hovering over you. When you nodded he lowered his weight onto you and pushed further in. All the urgency from earlier was gone. As soon as he filled you completely he lay there kissing your cheeks, forehead, neck. Each kiss delicate and deliberate.

"Do you want me to move?"

"God yes." It came out more desperate that you had wanted. It was your turn to blush.

"It's okay. I feel the same but like I said, anything changes with you, I stop. Just say."

Damn you liked this man. A sweet kiss to lips evolved into a gasp into his mouth as he withdrew to thrust back in. The size of him filling you was one thing but the drag of it, the punch of it as he bottomed out again? It had you curling around him, clinging on for dear life. With each drag out came the anticipation of him filling you again, of that strike to your nerves that sent you reeling. It wasn't like all the fantasies you'd built up in your head. Of stumbling in from a night out, clothes being flung everywhere, succumbing to your need and being fucked to within a inch of your life until you came apart violently on a strangers cock. Not that you would have had the courage to do that. The whole thing was steady, reassuring, just like Frankie. It all felt so good, his weight on top of you, inside you. His laboured breath on you neck. His lips skimming your skin. His large hands holding your ass up as he moved deeper between your legs.

As Frankie thrust a little faster you felt your orgasm building beneath the surface. It wouldn't breach without a little something more.

"Fuck, I'm close. What do you need baby?"

Taking a second to think about it, you told him "Nothing. I just want to feel you come Frankie. Can you do that for me?"

His whole body shivered as he spilled into the condom. He grunted before chanting your name, a hint of an accent, that you'd ask him about later, slipping in. Holding the condom in place he slipped out. Taking a second to catch his breath, he lay on your chest. A happy lopsided grin on his face, a few errant curls stuck to his forehead. Being the reason for his smile was almost as good as climaxing yourself. Reluctantly, he peeled himself off you to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he crawled into your welcoming arms.

"I'm such a gentleman. I treat you to burgers in my truck. Fell alseep on you. Then I have sex with you on my couch, while half dressed and I didn't even make you come."

"Such a gentleman!" You giggled.

"Seriously though. Can I make it up to you?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Dinner without a wrapper? Sex in a bed? And..." It's a strong possibility that you might have fallen back asleep and dreamt the next few minutes because one minute Frankie was getting himself comfortable between your legs and the next minute you were coming harder than you ever had. It hit you so hard that your upper lifted up of the couch curling into where the pleasure was coming from. A high pitched wail floated out from you. You could only imagine that you looked like a demented, Halloween toy ghoul rising up from it's coffin. Speaking of with you could be buried now and be happy about it.

"Frankie...that was..." there were no words.

"Did I score some gentlemen points back, my lady?" He moved back up to you.

"All of them." You sighed laying your head on his shoulder. "Thank you."

"What for making you come?"

"Not just that." The grin on your face threatened to split it in half. "I was so nervous about, being with someone again. Even opening myself up to the possibility of liking someone. You made it feel easy."

"I just did what you deserve. You seemed like you needed a little support. I get what that's like. Plus dating is scary. That's kind of a good thing though. If it wasn't someone else might have snapped you first."

"Is that what this is? You snapping me up?"

"I'm trying. Is it working?"

"I'm not hating it. I'm a little rusty though. We might have to do this a few more times for me to know if it's working."

"Well, we do have five more Predator movies on Disney+ to watch."

"You still need to find me a nickname."

"I could even be persuaded to the rent The Predator. If it gets me one more date."

"Wow, you really must like me."

And that was the start of your favourite annual tradition. The kids stayed with family while you and Frankie binged watched Predator and fucked on the sofa. Both of you thankful for Benny's libido causing a chance meeting that changed both your lives for the better.

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#pedro pascal character fanfiction #frankie morales x you #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales

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theravenclawlover · 2 years

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Hi! Okay so…Druig being into the breeding kink even if he knows he can't have kids, but he doesn't do it for that…he just loves fucking you day and night…knowing that at the end he will fill you up with his cum...

I—

Warnings: +18, Minors DNI. C word usage bc I prefer it than pussy if I’m honest.

(Old request: 06/20/22)

Druig x AFAB!Reader

You knew being with an Eternal came with many possible conflicts like having to adjust with the idea that they were practically gods, had ridiculous superpowers, you had worries about the future as you were human, and the biggest one was knowing that you would never achieve eternity with Druig, but nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared you for this man to completely disregard that whenever he pinned you down or against something to shove his cock inside you and promise you to fill you to the brim with his cum.

Day and night, Druig found reasons to be turned on.

“You’re just so cute, darling,” he says while giving you quite the salacious grin. “Can’t help myself.”

“You’re the one that decided to wear that dress,” he rolls his eyes. “Let alone bending down in front of me.”

“No bra means my hands need to cover them gorgeous girls,” he grins when his hands cover the clear shape of your tits through your tee.

You didn’t mind his high stamina or the fact that he was always horny, the man made your legs quiver just by smiling at you. So, it wasn’t a surprise you never complained even when your rolled your eyes and huffed and puffed, especially when you got to see that man lose all filter when he was balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck,” he groans, hands holding the back of your knees so he could see just how fast his dick was fucking you. “You’re taking me so good, darling. So so good.”

It drives you stupid at seeing how pussy drunk he got, but you were not different being all cock drunk as well. The feeling of him swiftly thrusting in and out, skin slapping, reddening skins, the squelching of your pussy mixed with the feeling of his balls slapping your ass—it all made you both very sex drunk.

“Ah fuck, s’good,” you moan as your hands grasp harshly at your thighs making sure you were obscenely spread out for Druig. “Fuck me s’good.”

“You’re pussy is so perfect,” he grunts, his hips practically forcing you to bounce a little because of how fast and hard he was going at it. “Pussy so ready for my cock, swallowing me whole like the greedy little thing it is.”

By the point he starts throwing praises at you and your cunt, you’re always half aware of your surroundings as the only thing you can focus is how his cock is forcing a very intense orgasm out of you.

Your hands leave your thighs to grasp at the messed up sheets, your back arching, neck popping slightly as it slightly turns to the side as your eyes roll back when you cum with a loud mix of a whine and scream.

“Fuck, shit, fuck,” Druig hisses as he tries to fuck you properly while you practically choke his cock, his own legs trembling at the feeling of your pussy, and let alone the damn sight of you cumming has him babbling.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he says as he pushes himself on you, bringing your legs to your chest, his cock now fucking you deeply and shallowly. You whine as his pelvis rubs your clit harshly, and you were crying but oh so moaning to him to let you cum again—and you’re very close again as he barely let you come down.

“Come in me, please, in me,” you whine as your hands pull on his damp hair from all the sweating.

“Fuck, always wanting my cum inside you. Always begging with tears—fuck—want me to put a baby in you, huh?” He moans against your lips. “Want to be full of my cum again, baby?”

And he knows very well you do, because he does. He loves the idea of fucking his cum into you, hearing the loud squelch of his cum and your own slick being thrusted into you makes him very much drunk no matter how many times he’s done it, his favorite place to cum is your pussy.

You both moan loudly when you cum again and he follows right behind, burying his cock so deep inside you, you swear you can feel him in your guts. You buckle your hips slightly at the overstimulation.

When he pulls back and out of you, you gaps and he moans because your pussy is spasming still, and his cum is slowly threatening to spill out.

“We can’t have that now, do we?” He says as two of his fingers shove the cum back in. “There we go, back where it belongs.”

“Druig,” you moan at the feeling of his fingers, hips trying to both back away and ride his fingers.

“Shh, it’s alright,” he chuckles, slipping his fingers out and sucking them clean. “I’ll let your greedy cunt rest before I fill her up with more of my cum.”

#theravenclawlover #June 2022 #Druig #Druig x reader #Druig x reader smut #Eternals #mcu #marvel

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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Hey would I be allowed to request Druig x female reader with scenerio prompt 23 for the blurb night please

The prompt is: Carding your fingers through your lover's hair after a bad nightmare, not caring that it's sweaty or matted, but just that they'll be able to get a good night's sleep, even if it's at the sacrifice of your own.

And I was wondering if it could be reader comforting Druig after he had a nightmare please?

Druig x Reader

wc: 271

a/n: eee I love comforting this man! enjoy, love

The flames burned against his skin, cracked lips gasping for air as a weight pressed on his chest. "You will not save them," Ikaris grunted, pressing the shorter eternal into the rough tree.

"But I can," Druig hissed through his teeth.

"This is how history has to play out."

"I won't let it."

The last thing he saw was dark blue eyes with specks of firey orange. Those flecks expanded until the blue was no longer existant, a shmmering yellow to leave distruction in its wake.

"Fuck!" Druig screamed as he awoke, jolting from his spot next to you. The cold from his sweat sent shivers down his spine, his entire body shaking.

"Dru," you gasp as you sat up, instantly throwing your arms around his shounders. "It's alright, it's alright. They're fine," you whipser.

He pivots and wraps his arms around your waist, his hands gripping your shirt in desperation. He inhaled deeply, but all he could smell was smoke and gunpowder. "It won't stop," he whispered, his lips tickiling the skin of your neck.

You carded your hand through the locks of soft brown hair and pulled him into your chest. "Breathe," you tell him.

"All I taste is fire," he manages, digging his fingers deeper into your clothes.

"The people are safe, Ikaris is gone," you reminded him as you lowered the two of you on the mattress. His breathing slowly returned to normal as you held him, the grip he had on you finally releasing.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse

"Whatever you need, my love, whatever you need," you told him, kissing his forehead.

#druig x reader #druig x you #druig imagine #druig fanfic

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Idk if you'll do this but I've got this very very very silly request. I saw this video on my instagram, it's a man telling her wife that their child is crying because their child heared her Mom screaming and you know what it is! Everyone knows what's happening there😭😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Interrupted spice???😭😭🤣🤣

Maybe you could write in parent x teacher AU of Thenamesh with baby druig, thank you!!!!!

"Hey."

"Hey," Gil sighed as Thena came into the kitchen. Druig was in the living room drawing after a rather rough day at school. Gil had told her specifically that they should 'talk'.

"He seems fine with me," she began right away, obviously concerned about what would have caused such peculiar behaviour in her sweet boy. "Maybe a little sullen, but I can't find why that would be. And he won't say anything."

Gil sighed, setting down the spoon with which he had been stirring the pasta sauce. He blushed faintly, "well, he and Makkari decided that, uh, I'm not the best teacher in the world anymore. In fact, they don't even like me, right now."

"What?" Thena shook her head. They adored Gil! "Druig calls you Mister Dad."

"That still warms my heart," Gil chuckled, pulling Thena closer to him by the waist. She ran a hand over his chest, as if it could soothe whatever was troubling him. "But apparently...Druig is worried...about you."

"Me?" Thena frowned.

Gil gulped, trying to hurry himself along in what he was saying. "Well, yeah, he...he heard...something."

"What did he hear?"

Gil inhaled through his nose, leaning his head against hers and lowering his voice. "What do you think he heard, Angel?--in the middle of the night?"

"Hm?"

Gil pressed a kiss to her temple. "Apparently, he got up in the night and heard you 'crying'. He was worried I was...hurting you."

Thena quickly turned a shade of red similar to their dinner. "What?!"

Gil sighed, also embarrassed but not holding a candle in comparison to his partner at the moment. "I'm sorry, honey."

Thena groaned, pressing her face into Gil's sweater. This was exactly why she almost never initiated things if Druig was even home while Gil was staying the night. Half the time, they were both dead tired after getting Druig to bed anyway.

But of course the one time she had thought Druig would absolutely be sound asleep...

"You should talk to him," Gil suggested gently as he pulled Thena away from him.

She whimpered.

"I know," he sighed, pressing another kiss to her forehead.

"He's too young."

"You don't have to tell him everything if you're not ready," he continued to suggest a soft approach, letting Thena lean on him heavily in the wake of their terrible discovery. "But he has to know that you're not hurt, Thena. He's only gonna think up worse and worse things if he doesn't."

"You're right," she sighed, although she was still flushed quite brightly when she pulled away from him again. She rubbed her eyes with her fingers, "I don't want to talk to my baby about-"

"Personal space!"

Both adults pulled their heads up as Druig - poking his head around the corner - pointed his finger accusingly at them. More specifically, at Gilgamesh.

Thena sighed; this would not be avoidable any longer. She turned, scooping Druig up on her hip, "come with me, Darling."

Druig allowed it, although his lip was pouted out as far as possible. "You shouldn't kiss Mister Dad anymore."

"Darling," Thena began as she set him on a chair and knelt down in front of him. She hung her head, prepared for the most mortifying discussion of her life (thus far). "Did you hear...something scary?--last night?"

Druig shifted on the chair, visibly uncomfortable.

"What did you hear, Love?" Thena cooed, running her hand through his hair and then smoothing it down again.

"You sounded like you were cryin'," he mumbled, kicking his feet nervously as he recounted it. "I thought you were havin' a bad dream, but you said 'Gil'."

Thena tried not to let it show that this was a nightmare. "Yes, I was...I wasn't having a bad dream, Darling."

"Then what?"

What a terribly difficult question. Thena counted each of his little toes in his triceratops socks...his tricerasocks. "We were...playing."

"Playing?" Druig frowned.

"Sometimes grownups," Thena paused. She had resolved she didn't want to lie to Druig, but this wasn't necessarily a blatant lie. It was more of a partial truth--for her own sanity. "Sometimes grownups like to play together, too. Things only grownups can play, that is--after kids have gone to bed."

"Oh," Druig blinked. He clearly wasn't ready to just accept it, but he didn't quite have any sound arguments against it, either.

"I'm sorry that hearing it upset you, Darling," Thena leaned forward, kissing her little boy's forehead. "I thought you were asleep. You know I never want you to feel scared."

"I know," Druig conceded, picking at his little hoodie pocket. He looked up at her again, "so you weren't crying?"

"No, Darling, I wasn't," she assured as confidently as she could. She brushed his hair back from his eyes again. "You know that Gil would never, ever hurt me - or you - right?"

"Yeah," Druig mumbled as guilt settled over him. "I know."

"It's okay," Thena whispered, standing up slowly (listening to her knees crack as she did). She paused partway up, kissing Druig's hair again before lifting him off the chair. "Darling?"

"Hm?" he looked up at her from his safe spot of hanging onto the edge of her cardigan.

"Next time you experience something like this, I want you to tell me, okay?" she gave his head by her knee a pat. "Even if you feel nervous to tell me, I want to know when you're unsure of something."

"Okay, Mum," he nodded, looking into the kitchen again as he actively thought over what to do with this new information.

Thena bent over again to whisper, "I think Gil is a little worried that you're angry with him, Darling."

Druig looked down at his feet. He had been angry at him, and he had thought it was justified.

"Why don't you help him serve dinner? I'm sure that will make him feel better," she suggested, which sent Druig stomping into the kitchen to do just that. She sighed.

"Dinner!"

"Well hi!" Gil laughed at Druig's declaration of his presence. He lifted the boy up to 'help' stir the spaghetti. "You lookin' for this?"

"Let me help!"

Thena walked in, sitting down as Gil finished dishing out servings for them. Hers was too big, as was always the case when Gil was making dinner. Druig's was on a sectioned plate with some green beans and a little extra meat sauce to make sure he was getting his nutrients.

Gil met her eyes and she nodded, assuring him that it was handled. He bounced Druig on his hip before depositing him into his chair. "Man, I'm starved."

Druig looked up in the middle of shoving as much pasta as he could possibly fit in his mouth, mumbling something in the middle of it.

"Not with your mouth full, Darling," Thena frowned, as well as reached over to wipe the excess sauce off his cheeks.

Druig whined at her fussing over him. Once his mouth was clean and he had swallowed his food he tried again. "Is it 'cause you were playing last night?"

Gil looked at Thena, who stared down intently at her pasta, picking up tiny little bites of it at a time so she wouldn't have to look at him while he answered that. "Uh, I guess so."

"What do you play?"

"Hm," Gil chuckled, caught between trying to think of what to tell the curious boy across from him and enjoying his girlfriend's fluster. "Grownup stuff, buddy--but sh!"

Druig's eyes went wide at the universal sign for something being a secret.

"We can't really talk about it," Gil whispered to him, "it's against the rules."

"Okay," Druig whispered back, although even that was loud.

"Eat the beans," Thena gave him a little poke, more focused on watching her son's eating habits than eating herself.

Gil cleared his throat, nodding to her plate, "and you?"

Thena gave him a defiant expression before taking a somewhat larger bite.

Gil grinned to himself, "you need your energy, after all."

Druig slurped up his spaghetti, unaware of his mother giving her boyfriend a friendly little kick under the table.

#Teach Me to Love AU #it's a little bit different #but I hope you still like it!#listen #I think we all knew that this was an inevitability in this AU #poor little Druig #he's just worried about his mother #meanwhile Thena is horrified #hoping and praying this doesn't become a core memory for him #Ajak finds out about all of it from Makkari #puts it together instantly #and proceeds to absolutely laugh her ass off about it #she sends Thena a voice memo just of her laughing #Thena: it's not funny!#Ajak: you're right it's fucking hysterical #Gil thinks it's a little bit funny too #but he's being a supportive boyfriend!

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beyondspaceandstars · 2 years

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Treacherous (11)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: *SMUT, NSFW - minors, DNI* [please read A/N for more info, smut immediately begins after the page break] Summary: Soulmate!AU - Soulmate tattoos are incredibly rare but you’ve never felt really proud to have one. Everyone else around you gushed over it while you found the whole thing ominous and a little inconvenient. Truthfully, you were never really convinced you’d find your other half… That is until a random camping trip leads you to a quaint village run by a dark and brooding man who just so happens to be your soulmate. Stuck in the forest with nothing else to lose, you agree to join his world, his little village, and see if there’s actually love behind the markings. A/N: THREE IMPORTANT NOTES: (1) THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT - if you are underage or uncomfortable with this type of content, please skip to the first page break (denoted by ***) (2) This smut is UNEDITED - I don't really love to write smut nor do I like to read it back but I felt it was an important addition to this kind of story. (3) My apologies now if this fic is not going in a direction you prefer/would've preferred - I write fics for my enjoyment so I understand if some elements may not be your cup of tea :)

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It was hard for you to track exactly how you ended up here. How you ended up being pushed against a bedroom wall. How you ended up with Druig’s lips attacking your neck. How you ended up letting out soft, delicate whimpers as your soulmate’s eager body pressed against yours.

It was so very hard hard to figure out. No matter how much you tried to focus, the timeline shifted and died out. And so you gave up wondering, gave up all logic and reasoning, truly let it all go in the moment, and happily pressed yourself into Druig.

Your hands locked onto his biceps, which were expertly pinning you to the wall. He had one left in between yours, his knee brushing against your core every now and then as he continued the assault on your neck. His hands roamed freely and curiously over almost every inch of your body.

"Druig…" You sighed as he worked on one particular area of your neck, no doubt making sure he left a pretty mark.

"Does this feel nice?" He asked in a low, dangerous whisper against your skin as he grounded into you again. "Does this feel right?"

All alarms in your head were screaming. The universe, the bond, all felt enflamed. It was so…so good.

You weren’t sure how you knew what to do but, instinctively, your grip went to entangle your fingers in his hair. Druig sighed against your neck as he continued kissing from your slightly exposed collarbone to your lips and back again.

"Druig, please," you muttered in shaky breaths. "M-More."

"More?" He said, his voice heavy on the teasing tone. "If that’s what my soulmate wants…" His words faded gloriously as one of his rough, tough hands made its way to the skirt of your dress. You hadn’t worn many dresses in your life upon finding yourself here but you were suddenly so glad it was like the only thing Druig had in your closet.

His teasing fingers danced along the inside of your thigh before tracing over the fabric of your panties. Like the dresses, they weren’t the most exciting piece of garment, but you could tell that wasn’t on Druig's mind as your eyes met one another. He held that intense, glowing eye contact while his hands dipped in your panties and found your sopping core. He let out a deep moan at the same time that you let out a whine.

"You do really want more, hmm?" Druig muttered against your lips. He was almost as close as could be as his fingers trailed over your sensitive area. "You can’t fake that kind of want, right, dear? Try to deny everything, deny what we are meant to be all you please, but your body can’t lie."

You didn’t know what to say — didn’t even know if you could make words should you suddenly get the idea — as Druig dipped two teasing fingers into your core.

"Not going to fight me on that, are you?" Druig asked after he stole a case while his fingers curled inside you, hitting that one particular spot with such ease.

You shook your head. No, you weren’t going to fight it. He knew that. You knew that. The bond knew that. Fate knew that.

You leaned into his touch. Gosh, no one has ever had you flustered so quickly. Your… Your former partner certainly hadn’t touched in such a way before.

Within moments, minutes, seconds, of receiving Druig’s touch you felt like you were going to combust, and then he had to go and surprise you with your thumb finding your clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your eyes fluttered close in bliss. You were done in record time. You had never come to completion so quickly before it nearly shocked you off your feet. Your body shook, and your legs almost folded like gelatin. Thankfully, Druig was close enough to hold you up against the wall, but mentally you were certainly a puddle.

Druig chuckled in your ear as his fingers worked you through your orgasm. He was almost relentless like he was drunk off the power, which you had no doubt would be the case for him. He controlled almost everything in his life and he no doubt loved the fact he now had you.

Your high began to dissipate (albeit much slower than it built) and Druig’s fingers responded, slowing their motion, letting you take a breather.

"Are you alright, my lady?" Druig asked teasingly as he withdrew his fingers from your panties, slowly pulling them out from under the dress of your skirt, not-so-subtly making sure his hand brushed over your hot, sensitive skin.

You let out a little whine. "Druig, please," you muttered as his hand came up to caress your cheek. Begging seemed to be the only thing you had a grasp on and you could sense that Druig greatly appreciated that.

Druig wasted no time locking lips with you once again but on this go, his arms made their way around your body. He patted the back of your thighs and you knew immediately what he wanted. Your legs secured themselves around his waist while he held you up. As if your eyes hadn’t confirmed it early, your body did now: he was somehow not skipping arm day. Druig was a worker, much like his villagers, despite that powerful leader image. It was just one of the ways you noticed his love for what he had created and it made your bond shine.

Still skillfully locking his lips with yours, Druig maneuvered you around the room until your back was hit the soft comforters of your bed. Your shared bed. There had been an imaginary line you drawn on the bed, signifying each person’s spot, but it was out the window now. A bed you had so much reservations about now felt like paradise. In a way, it reminded you of the situation you were in right now.

Once you were comfortable, Druig went back to his assault on your neck while eager hands fumbled with the steps of your dress. You could feel him anxiously trying to pull the straps down but with your clunky positioning, it wasn’t working quite well.

"Come on," Druig murmured to himself as he continued his work. His lips left your skin to allow him to focus.

"Maybe I should stand—,"

You went to move — well, as much as you could move given the fact Druig was straddling you expertly — but then the sound of fabric ripping stopped you.

"Druig!" You gasped as coldness hit your skin and your ruined dress cascaded to the floor. You were left only in your panties now, the top of the sundress hadn’t allowed for much of bra.

Not surprisingly, Druig wasn’t bothered by his own actions. Or the results, as evident by his wandering eyes and lips that were threatening to pull into a smile. He was not shy about taking in every inch of you. Happily, his lips made their way from your neck to your breast then down to the softness of your stomach.

"Hush," he replied as he kissed your inner thigh, completely ignoring your panties or what they covered.

"Someone… Someone made that dress—" you gasped when Druig nipped a bit at your skin "—and you… you just ruined it."

Druig shook his head and peered up at you from his spot between your legs. It was…a sight. "Do you not have other dresses, dear?" He gripped your hips, his hold getting a little tighter with each question. "Have I not provided for you? Have I not treated you well?"

Your head was spinning again after such minimal clarity. "Y-Yes."

"Then why must you worry your pretty little mind about everything?" Druig asked with an exacerbated sigh.

To signify the conversation was truly over, Druig began pulling your panties down your legs and dispositions of that piece of your clothing as well. At least those were still intact.

Satisfied with submission, Druig made his way back up your body, kissing your skin at random as he went, even running another finger or two through your core which made you squirm hopelessly.

You two were soon face-to-face once again. His eyes were heavy, hypnotizing, as his stare bore into yours.

"You’re sure you want this?" Druig asked suddenly. You sensed his uncertainty, it hit you like a wave. You almost wanted to laugh at his question, really. He had ripped off your dress, got you completely naked, and thought he would’ve made it that far before you put on the brakes?

But you didn’t laugh, you answered truthfully, because you could tell the question meant something. "Yes, Druig. I want this." And you did, you really did. You didn’t know where the feeling had come from, how you had even found yourself here, but arguing with logic didn’t feel right.

Being loved by your soulmate was what felt right.

Your words was all he needed to hear, that last barrier between you two. The tension of it all evaporated as he shifted above you and you felt him penetrate your walls. The first stroke let out groans of pleasure from both of you, catching you nearly by surprise.

You hadn’t expected to feel so…full. So encapsulated by Druig in so many ways. Not only did his arms cage you in, but this physical connection sealed whatever deal was just made.

"So perfect," Druig mumbled and began to actually move once he was adjusted. You, on the other hand, didn’t know if you could ever adjust to him but you were along for the ride now.

He rocked back and forth in a steady rhythm, his hips hitting yours with such wonderful force. It only briefly passed your mind that you were completely naked and he was entirely clothed. The contrast of it was…not something you wanted to unpack right now. You truly were at his mercy in so many ways.

Why was the thought of that making you wetter?

Never letting up on his pace, Druig reached between you two to work on your sensitive bundle of nerves. The moment you felt his touch, your hands gripped his arms. You cried out his name, feeling your second orgasm already building like a racing fire.

"You good, darling?" Druig asked between heavy breaths. "You close? Gonna cum for me, your soulmate?"

His words sent another jolt through your body. You felt tears beginning to form in your eyes. All you could do was weakly nod as the fire in you roared.

"I want words, dear," Druig said, his voice low in warning. You could barely understand how he was able to speak while doing the things he was doing to you.

You tried to hold off from losing it right then and there. "Y-Yes," you replied softly. "Yes, I’m-I’m gonna—,"

Without warning, Druig’s stokes picked up. They became more sloppy and you had to shift your legs to accommodate his position. But for as much of a change as it was, he never let up, his brutal pace physically moving you up and down the bed.

"Then do it." Druig practically spat the words at you, no doubt a sign of his own release approaching, and of course you obeyed. You let that fire of an orgasm engulf you fully. Pleasure flooded all your senses, your skin was hot as you let out a mixture of whines and moans. Druig’s name slipped out here and there as if some sort of prayer.

As you had suspected, Druig was not too far behind you. Despite your orgasm hitting you like a train Druig’s pace and touches didn’t let up. He kept pounding into you, almost at an overstimulating rate, until his hips faltered and you felt his release coat you. You both let out groans at that sensation.

Coming down from his own high, Druig still kept himself planted in you as he pretty much collapsed onto your body, his arms winding their way around you to hold you close.

***

It was all perfect. Truly, perfect. Perfect was a word you didn’t know you could ever associate with this kind of moment. This place. With him. The way he held you felt so different yet so similar to that night under the stars. It was peaceful, just where you needed to be.

"You are everything I had hoped for," Druig said, breaking the silence with such a heavy confession. Your heart somehow began racing harder. You didn’t even want to begin to wonder if you could say such a thing to him.

You shook your head slowly. "Sounds like someone’s orgasm went straight to their head."

Druig shifted to his side, turning his head towards you. "No. You shouldn’t dismiss that."

But you did. You did dismiss it, instead of turning the topic to something more noteworthy.

"Have you ever been with anyone else?" It didn’t seem impossible and you certainly were no stranger to being with others but Druig knew that. You, though, couldn’t get a read on him very well. He certainly seemed a little…skilled.

There was an uncomfortable pause as you waited for Druig to respond. Your eyes were locked on one another. You waited patiently.

"Yes," he eventually said. "I have been with others but strictly for pleasure. It… It was all a long time ago and… and honestly, I was not even sure I had it in me for something more." Druig laid down again, breaking the eye contact. He rambled to you and the dark bedroom. "And then you stumbled into the village and it was like everything clicked. I felt…I feel so much for you. Pride, admiration, wonderment, worry, happiness… The whole spectrum was in me before you ever said a single word. I just saw your pretty face and I was hooked. You were finally here."

"Druig…"

"When you didn’t immediately reciprocate, I got worried. I thought I had been wrong or this universe was playing a cruel joke on me. But that wasn’t the case and never had been, had it? You were just a hard nut to crack." Druig chuckled. "I still like that, you know."

You were quite uncertain about how to respond. You always knew Druig was the passionate kind — you had literally felt it — but to hear just how deep it had ran and for how long it flowed through him surprised you for some reason.

As a new silence filled the room, Druig traced mindless patterns on your skin.

"You felt all that when you didn’t even know me?" You asked in a hushed whisper.

Druig nodded. "But as I’ve said before, I did know you. We knew each other in ways we hadn’t yet understood."

Were soulmate bonds truly like this? You tried searching in your brain for some reference from all the forums you had read but you couldn’t recall anyone ever describing it like this. No one had warned you, really. You thought you understood that and accepted the risk but this was a brand new world you were walking into.

After a moment, you mumbled, "I think we should get some sleep."

You had come to the conclusion you weren’t very good at this. Speaking to reciprocate feelings felt like suffocating most of the time. You guessed you only had your actions to rely on and hadn’t tonight been the ultimate showcase of love? At least, that was what was always portrayed.

"Of course," Druig replied. He undid the comforter you two were still above and pulled it over your naked bodies. For the first time in this shared bed, he snuggled in close to you. His arm was thrown around your waist and instinctively, you moved your head to the crook of his neck.

"Good night," you whispered.

"Good night, dear," he responded before placing a kiss on your cheek. Your skin burned happily.

***

You were awoken the next morning by a chilly breeze creeping over your skin. You shifted around, eyes still closed, trying to find more of the comforter and Druig for warmth.

However, as you moved, you quickly found you were alone in the bed.

You slowly blinked your eyes open, taking in the sunrise that was just peaking in from the bedroom window. You looked around, somewhat awake, to find that you were the only one in the room.

Huh? Had last night been an illusion? You were not only confused by this situation but hurt that such intimacy could be followed with…abandonment?

Fearing the worst, you called out into the empty room for your soulmate. "Druig?"

Seconds later, the door connecting the bedroom to the bathroom flung open. Druig appeared, his hair damp and disheveled. A towel hung loosely off his hips. He held a bar of homemade soap in one hand as he looked at you with grave worry.

"What’s wrong?" He asked — no — he demanded.

Oh. He had just been getting ready for the day, you realized… This early, though? He couldn’t take his time this morning after…everything? You didn’t know exactly what time it was but the headache forming in your brain told you it was early enough.

You shook your head. "N-Nothing. I just… You weren’t here, in bed. What are you doing up so early?"

Druig sighed. "I have some things to attend to."

You frowned. "Right now?"

Druig smirked a little at your concerned, needy gaze. "I’ll be back soon," he said with a breathless laugh as he turned back to the bathroom, leaving the door open this time.

You hmm’d. "What do you have to do?"

The smirk on Druig’s face dropped. "Things," he answered shortly, definitively, in a way that you knew meant you shouldn’t pry. But why was he becoming secretive all of a sudden after asking you to open up to him, to let him in?

"What things?" You asked against your better judgment. Regret pierced your heart when Druig shot you a look.

"I want you on kitchen duty again today," he replied, his voice emotionless and serious.

Seriously? Your brows raised in surprise. "Are you going off to…wherever you were yesterday?"

You watched Druig as he finished getting ready in the bathroom and then crossed the bedroom to his closet. Your eyes never left him as he picked out his apparel for the day. You waited but the longer he left you laying there, the worse you felt for asking.

"You should get some more rest," Druig finally said after he finished making sure his outfit was laying just so.

Another prying question was on your lips but you held back. When he looked over at you to make sure you heard him, you just nodded and tried to keep your anger at bay. No doubt Druig could sense your frustration but he didn’t comment on it.

Pleased with you seemingly dropping the subject, Druig crossed the room and placed a kiss on your forehead, mumbling a string of goodbyes. You still didn’t say anything as he left the bedroom.

It wasn’t until you heard the front door shut that you gave up your position as a statue.

You scrambled around the bedroom, pulling on your panties from yesterday and racing to your closet. You grabbed whatever dress you could find and threw it over your head, letting the skirt drop to below your knees. You adjusted the top slightly but, again, didn’t bother much with it.

You didn’t give a second thought about your hair or make-up or perfume or anything as you slipped on a pair of flats and raced out of the house, following Druig’s path specifically and precisely.

When you got to the bottom of the porch, you luckily could see Druig not too far off in the distance. He was walking towards what you categorized as the back of the village. You watched for a second before beginning your trek behind him. You kept an unsuspecting distance, utilizing trees as often as you could.

Druig was making his way to a group of worn-down houses, not too far from your own home. You probably could make out the buildings from your porch, among the chaotic wild plants of the area, had you stayed there.

You hadn’t been around these homes before but they didn’t look too different from other villagers’ homes. The only thing making them outstanding was that they were just…old. Like a first rendition of the current homes you knew.

But it wasn’t their appearance that really was of any concern — it was the fact Druig was walking into one of them with a hard look on his face.

You peered around a tree, just watching and…waiting. You really didn’t know what you were doing nor did you know what to expect. Maybe they were renovating it and he needed to oversee the progress? Or maybe he had another home for himself? That wouldn’t be too bizarre…right?

Druig didn’t spend much time in the home, though. Before you could really even blink he strutted back out and headed towards the center of the village.

Is this where he’s been going to? It didn’t seem very likely but also your curiosity was losing control. Perhaps the home could just give you some answers to his moody secretiveness?

After you heard Druig’s steps fade out, you again went against your better judgment again and crossed the open pathway leading up to the home. You climbed the shaky porch steps carefully, making sure to test every piece of wood before stepping. Once all seemed good, you made your way to the door.

The wood of the door was just as worn as the porch and it didn’t take much for it to open. It didn’t even appear to have a lock on it. The door just…moved and welcomed you inside.

Oh, the inside. To call it randown would be an understatement. Life hadn’t seen the inside of these halls, of these living quarters, for a good amount of time. Everything was bare, paint chipped away, and there was relatively no furniture.

Why… Why had Druig been here? What could possibly be here for him? The questions racked your brain as you continued your journey into the decrepit, abandoned home.

The home was laid out nearly exactly as your home was, so it didn’t take long for you to come up with what you assumed to be the bedroom.

Part of you thought to turn away. So far, there had been nothing here. It was just a house. Maybe Druig just liked the quietness of it. A leader needs to retreat every now and then, yes?

But the other part of you wouldn’t accept that. This was all too bizarre, even for someone as complicated as him.

Swallowing whatever guilt you felt, you pushed open the bedroom door and found it…empty. Well, almost empty. There was a dirty mattress in the middle and a small bedside table in the corner.

These two items didn’t seem too out of place — they were both dirty and old — but an item on the table caught your eye.

A wallet.

Specifically, a black leather wallet — that you immediately recognized.

You no longer had the mind to be rational or questioning. You marched across the room and snatched up the wallet. Flipping it open, you looked at the identification card inside. And your heart dropped.

"Dear," Druig’s voice called to you from the doorway. "What are you doing?"

You froze but didn’t dare look at him. You hadn’t even heard him come in — how had he known you were here? But maybe that question could wait until later. You looked back down at the item in your hand. You ran your fingers over the ID, over the familiar credit cards peaking out.

When you went to look into the cash slot, you noticed the table drawers were propped open just slightly. And they were not empty.

"Druig," you said, "what are you doing with my boyfriend’s belongings?"

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