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sugamacchiato · 3 years

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city life, apple pie (b.k.)

Masterlist | Ko-fi

pairing: barry keoghan x actress!reader

summary: following your movie's success, you and barry promote your 'romeo & juliet' run with a glam photoshoot paying tribute to the most iconic love stories of all time.

word count: 3,977

songs referenced: lizzy mcalpine - apple pie / beyonce - partition / beyonce, j balvin - mi gente / sara bareilles - a soft place to land

warnings: language, sexual tension, lots of fluff, so much song references, koda makes an appearance, hurt/comfort, angsty scene, mention of death & suicide (the usual romeo & juliet stuff), smut (oral (f), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie)

notes: part of the 'in agreement' universe, but can be read as a standalone. my taglist has ended. follow @ficsbygreenorangevioletgrass to get notified for my latest words! <333 happy reading and reblog if you liked it!

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Vanity Fair shoots their “Center Stage” cover in an English countryside manor with Barry Keoghan and Y/N Y/L/N, as the stars of National Theatre’s Romeo and Juliet pays tribute to the most iconic romances on stage and screen throughout the year.

Barry, clad in a navy Valentino suit and fedora hat, sits back against a mid-century couch with a cigarette between his fingers. Y/N, in vintage wine-colored Cavalli dress, scarf around her neck and black beret, leans back against him, blowing smoke from her (prop, herbal) cigarette. A picture-perfect Bonnie and Clyde as the cameras click around them.

“So what’s it like to work together again?”

“Still disappointed he’s not Will Poulter,” Y/N dryly quipped, earning a bashful laugh from her counterpart.

“I know, I know. I’m a few inches short...”

In a twist of impeccable comedic timing, she paused and glanced down at Barry’s lap dubiously, which made us all erupt in laughter.

“In height, I mean in height!” he clarified. “But, yeah, we were so excited, we ran lines together before our final audition.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, we’d had a few auditions already —separately. So after we found out we were gonna have another audition together, we kind of got together and ran lines… It was like having a study buddy. It’s nice,” Y/N mused.

The streets downstairs are still lively with pubs and shops brimming with patrons, although it sounds like nothing more than muffled noise from your flat. The takeout boxes are empty and stacked away, next to the spent wine bottle and glasses imprinted with lip stains on the rims. There are two copies of Romeo and Juliet on the coffee table, both heavily marked and highlighted and annotated. Entirely forgotten by the two people who own it.

Who are way too busy making out like teenagers on the couch.

“Whatever happened to running lines, huh?” you can’t hold back your giggle as Barry kisses the ticklish spot on your neck –again and again, until he reaches your collarbone.

He scoffs playfully, mouth still occupied as his hands join him in undoing your sweater buttons. “Lady, by yonder blessed moon, I swear…” he finally reaches your breasts and immediately toys your sensitive nipples with his tongue, “...that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops–”

“O, swear not by the moon,” you sigh. It’s getting harder to remember your lines now, especially with your boyfriend worshiping your tits without an ounce of care. But you power through anyway, every word a delicious curse out of your mouth. “The inconstant moon that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love,” your fingers card through his dark hair with the slightest tug as emphasis, “prove likewise variable.”

Barry finally pauses, looking up at you with earnest eyes and kiss-swollen lips. “Mm. What shall I swear by?”

“Do not swear at all,” you lie on your back, pulling him on top of you, “Or, if thou wilt,” you wedge your thigh between his legs, feeling the growing stiffness in his sweatpants, “Swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry… and I’ll believe thee.” you nibble on his earlobe, and he moans.

He nods squarely. “If my heart’s dear love—”

And just like that, he surrenders. Slithers down your body to yank your little shorts off and spreads your legs open and buries his face right then and there. Lustful and greedy and all-consuming. He takes every drip of your arousal from your weeping cunt and uses it to paint figure eights on your clit, with his tongue as the most skillful brush. The rough calluses on his fingers draw gentle caresses on your inner thigh until it grows impatient and joins his mouth, sinking into your weeping cunt. One at a time. Two at a time. Curling in. Out. Playing you like an instrument until that growing fire within you bursts, and your whole body sings.

You’re struggling to catch your breath, but at that moment, the only thing you have the mind to crave is him.

His loving touch. His warm embrace. His soft lips.

It’s your turn to take off his clothes and get on top of him, bringing yourself up to straddle him. But you see his stupid grin and his beautiful eyes and you’re pretty sure you’ve never been so gone for someone.

“What are you thinking?” he nudges your forehead with his.

“Nothing. Just…” you kiss your own juices off of the tip of his nose and the corner of his chin, making him giggle. His cock is rock hard against your lower stomach, and you try to bite back a mischievous smile. “How upset would you be if I were to just… stop?”

He groans, throwing his head back dramatically. “Ugh, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?”

“What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?” you’re secretly quite proud of his still remembering the lines, but you want to draw out this sweet torture just a little longer. Besides, it was his idea to run lines —and he mainly wanted your help to memorize. And that’s exactly what you’re doing.

“The…” his brows furrowed together in a knot, “The satisfaction of— fuck, I don’t know, shagging each other senseless on the bloody balcony? Like they want to so badly?” he gestures between you desperately.

You shake your head with a laugh. “Come on, you got this. The exchange…?”

He closes his eyes in concentration, bringing his face to yours again. Then, sure as day, with a soft peck on your lips, “The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.”

“I gave thee mine before thou didst request it.” you nuzzle his nose with your own, ever so fondly. “And yet I would it were to give again.”

“Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?” the words flow out of his lips effortlessly, and it sounds a lot like a plea. Stay. Take me inside you. The way his hips inch closer to you echo the sentiment, too.

“But to be frank, and give it thee again.” and with that, you seal the union with a kiss as you do just that.

Neither of you actually say it, but that night, you realize that you would spend the rest of your days like this. Promising each other and making good –making your best on your promise every day. With every kiss, every thrust.

His hands are firm on your ass, helping you bounce on his cock as he fills every inch of you. You hold him close, until your body is flushed against his, feeling his back muscles working under your palms. His moans are quiet, but clear in the stillness of the room. It rings in syncopation with your little whimpers and the sound of your bodies clashing. Colliding. Becoming one.

He chants your name like it’s the only word he’s ever known. His mouth seeks the taste of your smart tongue, your soft skin, and his fingers chases the feeling of you. Tightening around him in the height of pleasure.

“Come on, darling girl. Let go, I got you…” he breathes out, rubbing quick little circles on your clit, hips snapping up as his pace grows more desperate.

You don’t hold back. You never do, not in times like this. Not when there’s no places to go or people to see just outside. Not when there’s just you and him and the rest of the world so far away.

There’s a dopey smile on his face when you pull your face away from him. “What?”

“Is this what we’re thinking about, when we’re up there on the balcony? Because… I get it. Totally.” He kisses you deeply one more time, smiling into your lips.

Y/N traded the femme fatale look for a wide-eyed ingenue as she dons an angelic white 50’s-style A-line dress by Dior, as she stretches her arm out with Barry mirroring her position behind her, in vintage Salvatore Ferragamo, to pay homage to West Side Story, which was based on Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. The air is electric as they tread around the room, music playing in the background.

“What was the process like, preparing for the play?”

“It’s a bit like drama school, isn’t it?” Y/N turned to her co-star, arm resting on the back of his chair.

Barry paused thoughtfully. “Well, I wouldn’t know, would I? I never went to drama school,” he says with an easy grin.

“I mean, it’s kind of like this. We get the physical stuff in the morning, like movement or dance or stage combat… and then we do scene work. And we’re all kind of just… hanging out.”

“It’s kind of strange to have this sort of routine, though!” he piped up. “I don’t think I’ve ever had my shit together better than these past 5 months.”

Y/N nodded vehemently. “We’re so used to working odd hours! But —especially then, we’d just rehearse during the day and have the evening off like… normal people. It's crazy.”

It’s a nice little change of pace for the two of you. From an intense six weeks of filming in a tiny village in Wales, to three weeks of bliss and nothing else in Ireland, followed by three long months apart while you’re filming in Australia and him in Vancouver.

And now you’re together again in London. Sharing a workplace and a lovely little flat in Southbank.

You spend most days going to rehearsal together, parting ways in the corridor, where you’d head off to dance rehearsal and Barry would go into fight choreography.

Sometimes, when you’re finished early, you’d sneak into the boys’ gym, watching Barry spar with Jonathan, who plays Tybalt. Sometimes they would box, sometimes they would run the knife fight sequence. Sweat dripping down his nose bridge, drenching the back of his t-shirt. Eyes glued to his opponent in great focus. But sometimes, just for a split second, he would clock you and tilt his head upward in a discreet nod.

And you would do the same for him.

The team bonded really well really quickly, and it’s not unheard of for cast members to pop by each others’ rehearsal studio. Especially when there’s Beyoncé and cheering heard from the hallway.

It’s a pleasant surprise for Barry, however, to find you and three other cast members (but mostly you, let’s be honest) dancing your heart out in front of the studio mirror. Gone are the graceful contemporary jazz routines from the show; you’re just tearing it up on the dance floor. Face down, ass up, hips rising and falling to the sultry, pulsing beat. Your legs kick high in the air, pulling you up onto your feet. And as quick as you stand up, you drop to a squat as the bass drops, bouncing up and down in perfect sync with your friends.

“Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor, Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor…” the music echoes throughout the studio as you look up to find Barry (and the other boys, but mostly him) leaning back against the wall. Breathless, a towel slung over one shoulder, stealing a glance of your running shorts-clad ass on the mirror before meeting your gaze.

If it weren’t for the cast and crew in the room, whistling and cheering you on, you’re pretty sure he would’ve tackled you to the ground and taken you right there and then. But the thumping drumline halts, replaced by a completely different song.

You tilt your head upwards in a nod at him.

You’re far from the best dancer in the company, but you sure know how to work a crowd. As the rhythm picks up, you motion at the people on the sidelines to come to the center. Four dancers become seven, and seven becomes eleven –as your Romeo, Tybalt, Mercutio, ensemble, and even set designer all join in– jump to the Latin beat. The air is sweltering and you can feel the room buzzing with energy as everyone moves in the same breath, technique and dancing skills be damned.

You dance with anyone and everyone around you– until Barry finds you in the crowd and pulls you in swiftly, and you’re more than happy to let him twirl you to his heart’s desires. He dips you –you know full well he’s admiring your gleaming, heaving chest as you lean back, and smirks when he pulls you back up in the big finish.

“How come your session ends with a dance party and mine ends with bruises on my sides?” he wonders out loud as the dance disperses and the two of you sit at one of the benches on the side.

“Maybe you should’ve taken up ballet instead of boxing,” you shrug cheekily.

“Ha-ha, you wish.” he puts a playful fist on your arm before he hands you your water bottle.

You spot Jonathan eyeing the two of you with a naughty look. “Lovebirds! Are you guys just... method acting or is this a real thing now?”

“Oh, we’re fully head over ass in love.” you put your hand around Barry’s waist, resting your head on his shoulder. “Gotta keep the chemistry alive, right?”

And Barry plays along without missing a single beat. “Totally. We’re getting matching tattoos on the inside of our lips.”

Siobhan, one of the ensemble, walks past and rolls her eyes in amusement.

“Yo Shiv, what do you reckon? Bromance or showmance?” Jonathan leans his arm against the petite girl’s shoulder.

“I think you two are a load of shit,” she chuckles as she wipes off her sweat with a towel.

Neither of you say anything to clarify. It’s your and Barry’s own little corner, and you intend to keep it that way for as long as you can.

As the golden hour rolled around, Barry and Y/N, both clad in Alexander McQueen, hit the estate grounds for a walk as romantic as the stuff of Austen. Ivory Regency-inspired dress sweeps along the grass, their dark coats billowing around them. The pair huddles close together in the chilly January air, foreheads leaning against each other when the sun hits them just right —a coincidental, magical Pride & Prejudice moment we nearly missed (thanks to our trusty photographer for capturing the moment!)

“Now that the show’s run is starting, what would you say is the biggest challenge so far?”

“Definitely the stamina,” they answered in near unison.

“You don’t wanna get too comfortable and deliver it the exact same way day in and day out, and that takes a lot of focus and honesty and just… being present in the story,” Y/N elaborated. “Every time should feel like the first.”

“Mm, and not to freak out if things go a bit differently. Sometimes different is– is good, you know?,” Barry added.

“Like, I’m sure we’ve done the death scene a bunch of different ways.”

“Sometimes we’re very frantic, sometimes we’re quite catatonic and confused, too…” the Dublin native recalled what seemed to be a specific instance, as his co-star lit up in perfect understanding. “And I think the biggest challenge is to not put the pressure to hit certain marks every night. Because we might discover something new, who knows.”

Acting is about reacting, but nobody ever tells you how hard it is to not react. You’re lying still on your tomb, feigning sleep so deep as your lover mourns your supposed death in front of a full house that night.

“O my love, my wife…” he chokes up, his voice small and wavering as he stands over your resting place. “Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.”

It sounds like a distant memory now. Of simpler times –happier times of what little time you had together. Of just admiring how his delightful and perfect face lit up. How he looked at you in such awe, how those words paled in comparison to how you felt.

It sounded like someone trying to piece back something broken within him.

And worst of all, you can’t do a single thing about it. You’re not even supposed to hear it. But you do, and you just keep it inside you and let it bubble until it overflows.

“Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace.” he holds you as close as he can, bracing himself. The defeat in his tone slowly turns to yielding. Resolute. His mind’s made up now. There’s no going back. “Here’s to my love!”

You feel his weight lifted off of you for a moment. Silent. And with the gentlest kiss on your lips, a droplet of tear falling right on your cheek. And then a sharp gasp –violent and brutal as it burns him from the inside. His body convulses as it fails to cling onto life.

And just as life slips from his finger, life comes back to you from a peaceful slumber, curling into his arms. For a moment, everything feels right. It’s not perfect, but it’ll do.

You turn to kiss him awake, but he doesn’t stir. He just lies there heavy and lifeless. You sit upright, hand frantically cradling, reaching for his face, his hand –there’s a glass vial in his grasp, and you almost don’t want to believe it.

“Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end,” you utter, every word so bitter in your mouth, and you almost think you hate him.

But you see his face, so beautiful and peaceful and perfect, and the love and heartbreak in you runs over. The thought of no more of this makes you ache so much.

“O churl, drunk all, left no friendly drop to help me after?” you wail, holding him close in your arms. His body is no heavier than the burden in your gut. And you kiss him, over and over and over again, hoping to get some poison to overpower the ache. Again and again and again, but it just hurts even more until you can’t hold him up anymore.

Someone calls his name and a scream rips out of your chest, but no sound comes out. Just air and pain and pleas for death to end your misery. And as fate allows, you hear a muted thunk on your side.

“O happy dagger…” you take Romeo’s blade into your hand, grip strong and shaking all the same. “This is thy sheath.” you plunge it into your stomach, the plastic blade retracts upon contact, but you press the edge of the handle until you feel it on your rib.

You fall into his arms, as close as you can, as light begins to fade from your sights, welcoming the nothingness. “They rust, and let me die.”

The scene continues and you breathe so slowly, so evenly, even though it’s so damn hard. All you want is to curl up into Barry’s arm and cry. But you feel his hand, the one hidden from the audience’s view, on your back. Tapping you with his forefinger. One, two, three times. As if letting you know that he’s there.

It’s not perfect, but it’ll do.

“Romeo and Juliet deals with tragedy as much as it deals with love, and looking at how stripped down and raw your version is, we can imagine it being quite intense. How do you guys unwind at the end of the day?”

“Watch a movie and hang out with my dog,” Barry answered immediately. “Where is he, by the way? C’mere, boy.”

And like clockwork, the Czech shepherd padded in, tail wagging and tongue sticking out, chuffed as chips. He squeezes in between the pair’s seats, but licks the girl’s hand instead.

“Koda!” she squealed, petting his head. “Do you like me more than Barry, bub? Do you? Good boy!”

“Traitor.” the man in question shook his head. “But I love him still. He’s the best.”

“I wish I had Koda to sit on the couch with when I get home,” she sighed. “I mostly just play a little music. It’s nothing fancy or anything, it’s just… grounding.”

From a walk in the park to a dip in the pool. The pair is no stranger to crazy challenges –in fact, they embrace it. Y/N, done up in Elie Saab, and Barry, in a custom armor by Versace, jumps into the indoor pool hand-in-hand. The Swarovski crystals on her gown resemble droplets underwater, and his metal vest gleams in the night light streaming from the French doors that surround the room. Finding warmth and intimacy as they recreate Baz Luhrmann’s iconic Romeo and Juliet rendition.

Some nights are tougher than others, especially for Barry. Sometimes the emotion sticks with him no matter how long he holds you after the curtains close, or how many people he talks to at the stage door, or however long he tries to meditate (though he never lasts long.) It never really goes away until he’s at home, washing all the grime away under the hot shower.

He towel-dries his hair as he pads through the hallway, following the sound of white noise in the living room. And sure as day, he finds you curled up on the couch in an old t-shirt, Koda by your side, as Casablanca plays on TV with the volume on low.

You offer him a big smile and a forkful of the apple pie from your favorite bakery down the street, and he accepts by wordlessly, blissfully taking a bite.

“Oh my God…” he moans, savoring the taste –the crunch and the warmth and the sweet in his mouth. Then, taking the whole plate from you, “This is legend.”

You huff, but motion at the empty spot next to you. As always, Barry squeezes himself in between you and his trusty companion,

You pick up your travel-worn guitar from the back of the couch, serenading him as he eats the remaining pie. “Sugar, butter, flour…”

There’s an unspoken amusement in the first line you sing, like you’re sharing an inside joke. But there’s a certain sense of melancholy laced in the melody, too, as you sing, “Sometimes I still see her, my mother the dreamer. She’d say, ‘nothing’s impossible, child.’”

Barry takes your folded legs onto his lap, caressing your knees while you continue singing. He leans back and turns the TV all the way down, pleased and pensive in this little moment with you.

The line, “May we all be so lucky,” carries a completely different meaning and you’d be lying if you didn’t tear up as you strum the guitar the final time.

Koda barks happily, as if saying yes we are.

“Right on, mate. Right on.” Barry laughs, giving him a hearty belly rub. Then he softens, gazing up at you.

“What?”

“I…” he starts thoughtfully, “like you like this. You look like you.”

You look at him in question.

He carefully puts away the apple pie and the guitar, and leans so close to you, he rubs his nose against yours. And then… he snaps the waistband of your cute cactus-patterned panties.

“Shut up.” you laugh, returning the favor with his colorful submarine boxers.

There’s no costume you put on, no makeup staining your face. No decorum that needs to be maintained. No form of disbelief suspended in the air. You’re both stripped down and tethered to the ground.

And yet you’re over the moon to be so grounded with him. Yes, the two of you are both exhausted from a two-show day, bodies aching from all the dancing and fighting and running around, and your emotions are all amok. But you’re also wearing silly underwear with this man, cuddling this dog that stole your heart, all cozy and warm in the little flat despite the rain pelting against your window outside.

You’re home.

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sugamacchiato · 3 years

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falling for the medic at the gym...

ft. boxer!barry & boxer!druig

A/N: I have never loved an AU more than this one.... tagging: @waspswidows, @mothdruid, @redroomproperty thank you for the endless inspiration and motivation for this au

B A R R Y

Barry was smitten the first time he laid eyes on you

walking into the gym with the owner, your laughter cutting through the noise of ceiling fans, music, and sweaty men grunting

he pants as he looked past his trainer, his blue eyes following your every step

"What's got you so distracted," the taller man asked

Barry walked to the ropes, leaning on the side of the ring

"Who's the girl?" he asked in a daze

his trainer rolled his eyes and stood next to him, inspecting the shiny black pads on his hand

"New medic Boss hired for the fights."

"She's pretty," Barry smiled, leaning further

his trainer hit him over the head with the glove

"Focus, man."

Barry ignored him, his eyes still pinned to you

you turned towards the ring, instantly making eye contact with the boxer

a chill of excitement ran through him as you smiled in his direction

his gloved hand shyly waved at you

"Hi," he mouthed

smiling brighter you responded with the same greeting

you bashfully ducked your head, your eyes still peering up at him

"You ready to train, or are you going to stare at her all day?"

"Both."

you on the other hand couldn't focus on the rules your boss was giving you

the handsome man with soft brown hair and shining blue eyes in the right captured your attention

it wasn't hard when he looked like that

or when he played it up just to get you to notice him

you finally walked up to the ring, him and his partner shit-talking with one another

"Are you always like that?" you joke

"Only if it keeps you around."

D R U I G

Druig didn't like to be jealous

he just wanted to show up, fight, go home

then Ajak hired you as her second in command

and all the guys wanted you to patch their wounds

Kingo even went around asking people to punch him harder in the ribs so that she'd have to touch him

Druig just rolled his eyes and watched you from afar

he didn't like to admit that he wanted you to fix him after fights

whenever he got the slightest cut, he'd make his way over to you only to be countered by Ajak

"I'll fix that cut, Druig," she would say with a motherly tone, ushering him away

he was jealous of all people you got to help and those who got a few minutes extra of your time just to talk to you

"She's a real guardian angel," Ikaris joked, showing off the bandage you put over his nose

Druig's blood boiled at the thought of your fingers on Ikaris' skin

Druig threw his bloody towel roughly in the hamper, leaving the other guys speechless as he huffed out of the locker room

you were packing up your first aid kit at the end of the night, the cold air biting at your fingers as you placed the kit on the trunk of your car

the back door slammed and you turned to see Druig's bleeding face

"Druig!" you call out, trying not to wince at the sight of his bleeding brow

"Let me clean that up," you tell him

the boxers heart almost stopped as he walked up to you

next thing he knew, he was leaning up against your car

your delicate fingers touching his face

they felt so comforting

"I'm surprised we haven't met like this," you say as you clean his cute

Druig chuckles, "Ajak always gets in my way," he smirked

you rolled your eyes "I'm not surprised," you sigh

he winces as you place a bandage on him

"Oh?"

you exhaled "She didn't want me fixing up guys I might fall for, conflict of interest or whatever," you chuckle

he was the only one you hadn't helped after a fight

a blush crept to his cheeks, his fingers touching his now painless cut

"It feels better."

"Well just call me your guardian angel," you joke

"I would like to call you... if that's alright with you?"

you grin at his cheesy play on words, a warmth spreading throughout your body

"As long as we don't tell Ajak."

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sugamacchiato · 3 years

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druig fic recs

i originally went on eternals tumblr to read thena fics, but ya’ll brainwashed me into being a druig stan,,

key — angst ☹ — fluff ☺ — favorites ♡

last updated (8/1/2022) these stories belong to their respective owners, definitely check out their blogs!

puppy dog ( ☹ ♡ ) by @writingwhenimbored ↪ the most painful one i can find, i literally cried, unrequited love, druig is mean but.. a small price to pay for salvation

first kiss finally ( ☺) by @redhoodparker-writes ↪ where two very very old immortals have their first kiss in ancient egypt

til we meet again ( ☹ ☺) by @itsapeterthing ↪ druig falls in love with you over and over again, time traveler au

eden ( ☺) by @inknopewetrust ↪ you and druig escape tenochtitlan to build your own eden

it’s never over ( ☹ ☺ ♡ ) by @subtlethrill ↪ the story of orpheus and euridice, THIS WAS SO GOOD WTH

hallmark and hot choco ( ☺) by @siempre-bucky ↪ you should memorize santa’s reindeers so druig’ll make you hot chocolate, eternals family reunion, kingo makes you all watch a movie he’s in

tattoo ( ☺) by @siempre-bucky ↪ a tattoo for the eternals,, and then there’s druig

babysitter ( ☹ ) by @siempre-bucky ↪ im sure phastos and druig say dad jokes to each other, this is actually really angsty

somewhere only we know ( ☺) by @starsvck ↪ you like plants and you married druig

you’re so adorable ( ☺) by @fireinmoonshot ↪ druig is a simp when he sees you dancing

a more beautiful bride ( ☺ ♡ ) by @siempre-bucky ↪ you are married but no one knows, i would die if he called me beautiful

disbelief ( ☺) by @itsapeterthing ↪ LMFAO “deviant”, druig has a partner and everyone is on the floor

beating up ikaris ( ☹ ☺) by @tokkiotears ↪ i decided to give this a title that fits, you go feral when druig “dies” but he actually didn’t

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tattoo.

Druig x Reader

Summary: You get a tattoo of everyone's initials after several years of missing your family. Druig is the first one to notice the tattoo on your arm, wondering why he couldn't see his initial.

Warnings: mentions of sex

WC: 932

A/N: Anon! Your brain! I loved loved loved writing out your request and I hope you liked it! poorly edited at 2am :')

requests are open♡

"So... why this one?" the heavily tattooed man that looked like he just left his garage band practice asked you. Your legs dangled over the black leather chair, your right arm splayed out on the cling wrap-covered armrest.

Your eyes glance at him, his back turned to you as he put on purple rubber gloves. "For my friends from college," you tell him, "we were all really close and I just wanted a little something to remember them by."

The artist turned and looked at you with an amused face, "No longer friends?"

"Distant," you correct. The sounds of buzzing tattoo machines and crinkly stencil paper calmed your nerves as he removed the paper to reveal small purple initials in a typewriter font just below your elbow.

It had been something you always wanted, especially if you didn't think you'd ever see them again. All the other tribute ideas you had never felt sentimental enough, the didn't feel as permanent...and Arishem couldn't tell you what to do.

You missed your old life. You missed the battlefield. You missed being surrounded by your family, protecting the world that you loved. Of course, you didn't miss the threats of deviants, but they did bring you all closer.

The man looked up at you, his small machine whirling, "All done."

Your eyes looked down at him as wide as they could go, "Done? You did it?"

He chuckled at your surprising response and pushed away on his stool to grab another sheet of paper. "You zoned out, it was easy." You looked down at the irritated skin and smiled softly. It was perfect. 'a.s.m.i.g.t.k.s.p' written on your arm in fine black lines.

"Alright, where do you want the second one."

A few weeks later you stood in the Amazon, your heart racing as you stood next to Sersi. It had been a whirlwind ever since your friends showed up at your doorstep, telling you about their discovery. Your eyes were pinned to the closed doors of one of the buildings. Druig. His name echoed in your brain, after all these years you couldn't shake the intense feelings you had for him.

When the confident mind reader stepped out of the building, his blue eyes looked to you first, burning holes into your nervous skin. Those eyes you loved so much peered down, locking onto the small tattoo on your skin. Your immediate response was to hide it. placing your hands behind your back. "I've missed all of you," he spoke with a smirk, eyes never leaving yours.

You sat alone, deep in the Amazon hours later, the chirping birds and the tree's leaves brushing together only made your pounding headache worse. Picking at the dried deviant blood on your hands someone sat next to you on the ground.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Druig's voice asked you gently, his voice was hoarse from the yelling.

"I'm fine," you respond simply, not daring to meet his concerned gaze.

"Do they hurt?" He motions towards your hands, they always hurt after a battle. You let the smallest smile grace your features, it warmed your heart to know that he remembered. After you nod he placed his calloused hand on your wrist to pull your arm into his lap so he could your forearm.

He looked down at your small tattoo, it took him a few moments to realize what it all meant. 'Ajak...Sersi... Makkari...' he thought as he read them. Druig couldn't lie and say he wasn't disappointed when he couldn't find his initial on your arm. But of course, he couldn't tell you he was disappointed directly.

"I'm surprised you didn't miss me," he teased, his pointer finger tapping the delicate inked skin. You looked down at it, then your eyes flickered up to meet his. You could see the brief expression of concern before he hardened his features.

Retracting your arm, you shift so that you were facing him. Raising your pointer finger to your lips, your shaking hand pressing up against your soft lips he saw a small lower case 'd' on the inside of your finger. A blush dusted his fair skin, instantly knowing why you put it there.

It was something he always did back in the days you spent every day by each other's side. Every time you were stressed he would be able to hear your never-ending thoughts, and while you two sat across from each other in Ajak's meetings he would playfully press his finger to his lips. He did it when you laughed at him while walking side by side down the hallways of the Domo, your precious laugh filling the space. His finger would find its way to his lips while you were underneath him in his bedroom, your hands gripping at his biceps as he made you his own.

"You remembered," he managed, his face softening. He reached for your tattooed hand and interlaced your fingers.

You nod and bite down on your lower lip. "How could I forget?"

Druig leaned forward and touched the side of your cold face with his free hand. It was a soft, intimate kiss that was thousands of years overdue. You couldn't resist leaning into his touch, untangling your fingers only to pull him closer to you by his shoulders.

He pushes you onto the soft ground, a small gasp escaping from you, his pink lips parted slightly. You began to giggle at the noise you made as you looked up at him. That familiar finger found its way to his lips, hushing you before placing his lips to your neck.

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sugamacchiato · 3 years

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blind faith. druig

word count: 2.1k

warnings: none, a bit of fighting / hurt but not much

requested: nope this came about because my mind is full of only druig (and andrew garfield)

plot: you've blindly followed arishem your whole life, until things go sideways

a/n: idk how i feel about this one but lmk what you think i need feedback pls

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your eyes averted to the floor beneath you, willing it to swallow you up. you were angry, angry with your family for being so easily manipulated, angry with yourself for getting into this situation. this wasn't how you saw things panning out. you knew you weren't perfect as a team but you had been certain that despite all of your disagreements over the years, that one truth remained, and that was arishem. until now.

your teeth gritted, jaw tightening as you watched them try and figure out how to stop the emergence. you loved this planet, you loved it's people and you loved every moment you had spent with your family here. but arishem chose this planet, and that was all there was to it. you didn't question it.

you felt ikarus' presence on your right, he had held his tongue for as long as he could, but this had gone far enough. your eyes glued to the floor, you watched two feet place themselves on your left. you chewed down on the inside of your cheek, knowing who it was.

"hey, you," he mumbled, his foot nudging against yours, encouraging you to lift your gaze. with eyebrows furrowed and a heavy head, you lifted your eyes to meet his blue ones. your gaze softened a little. you had anticipated this conversation. "what's goin' on inside that pretty little head a'yours?"

you shook your head, eyelids drooping. "this isn't right," you said softly. it wasn't easy to go against them but you had to stick by what you believed in.

"yeah, tell me about it," he rolled his eyes, he moved closer to you, his shoulder grazing yours as he did. "why would arishem send us here in the first place with all these feelings and capacity for understanding, only to have us destroy—"

"it's not really our place to question any of this, druig," your eyebrows twitched into a frown. you knew how he'd felt about arishem in the past, you hadn't seen him for five hundred years because of his feelings, so this behaviour didn't surprise you. "i know that's hard for you to comprehend but it is our sole purpose to do what arishem says."

"you sound like ikarus," he gave you a look, his eyes lost all playfulness and his lips drooped from their torturous smirk, and into a deep set frown. one that you were all so familiar with. his fearsome look of disapproval. "and you are not him, so quit it."

"but maybe ikarus is right," you were blunt, not looking for a lecture right now. these were pretty high stakes. "ajak trusted arishem, and i trusted ajak."

"and look at where her blind faith in arishem got her," his tender look had faded entirely, eyebrows furrowing at you. "i know we've differed on this in the past, but this— this is too much," you moved away from him, avoiding his stare, you didn't like him looking at you like that. with disappointment. "even you must see that ajak was wrong in trusting arishem."

"our entire being is a result of arishem, who are we to then question his orders?" you glanced at him for a second but turned away quickly again, heat rising to your cheeks out of frustration. "i just don't think we should be interfering."

"you want to let them all die? after everything? because that is his order," he grabbed your forearm, urging you to face him again. you didn't say anything, you only gulped, letting his blue eyes invade yours. "that's what you will be doing if you follow those orders," you tried to avoid his stare but he wouldn't let you, he followed your eyes. "i know you. you care too much. you can't deal with that kind of guilt—"

"maybe you don't know me as well as you think then," you snapped, tugging your arm out of his grip. he looked at you with disbelief, shaking his head, he went to speak again but was cut off by ikarus.

"she's right, druig," he interrupted. "this has gone on long enough," without warning ikarus had destroyed phastos' designs in a second. you flinched as the bracelets shattered and shouts of anger and betrayal were thrown at ikarus.

you couldn't see or hear much of anything from that point forward, your eyes glossed over and your hands clenched into fists. you could hear the echo's of ikarus' confessions, his admission of how he knew for centuries about the emergence, how he killed ajak to support his cause, how he was willing to kill the rest of you if you stood in his way.

ajak didn't trust arishem. ikarus killed her because of it. ajak was dead because of ikarus' blind faith, as was gilgamesh. your family. you felt the weight of your entire belief system shattering in mere minutes. you gulped on the lump in your throat, eyes drifting over to druig full of regret and guilt, but his eyes were elsewhere. you'd not seen him this angry for centuries, since he defected. everyone knew that he and ikarus never gotten on well, but this was the tipping point.

you couldn't take your eyes off him, your mind wandering with memories of him. how you'd let him leave all those years ago, never tried to follow him or find him. you were beginning to regret it all. you stuck by ajak, you stuck by arishem. and for what? you lost everything, and you were losing it all again right now.

your eyebrows knitted tighter, your head thumping in your ears, you struggled to hear the protests from the other eternals, you were too deep in your own thoughts until makkari came speeding back into the domo.

i found it she signed, a bright, painfully oblivious, smile on her lips. the smile slowly slipped when she saw everyones grim faces, fragments of the bracelets scattered on the floor. before she could ask, ikarus moved to kill.

"run!" you grabbed his arm, yanking him back as he aimed his beams at makkari, missing only by an inch before she sped back out of the domo.

ikarus turned to you, eyes clouded as he narrowed them at you. you slowly released his arm, taking a step away from him. "pick a side, y/n," he growled, taking a step closer.

you snapped your fingers, fists engulfing in flames, your eyes glowing a similar deep shade of orange to that of your hands. "stop ikarus," you wearily held out your hands in front of you, palms facing him. "we're family."

his jaw tightened as he took a single step closer to you. "this is our sole purpose," your own words rang in your ears. your teeth gritted together. grief for your fellow eternals, and the anger you felt towards ikarus was overpowering every other thought clouding your mind. "so you either fulfill it," he took another step. you didn't dare break your eyes away from his, not even when you felt druigs familiar presence on your left. "or you don't."

"you murdered ajak," you stood your ground, taking a step towards him, the flames engulfing your hands worked their way up your arms as your anger intensified. "she protected you, and cared for you," you choked, eyebrows knitted tighter as the lump in your throat grew. "she was the best of us and you killed her like it meant nothing," you spat at him, your emotions getting the better of you. your eyes now a fiery red. "i won't let you hurt them."

ikarus had a moments hesitation before he let the beams shoot at you, and you reacted just as quick, letting the flames fly from the palms of your hands. you hit him square in the chest just at the same moment the beams sliced into your shoulder. ikarus was flung backwards, his back slamming into the walls of the domo, while your knees caved, your hand gripping your injured shoulder.

he recovered quicker than you did, striding over to you, eyes glowing, only for his path to be blocked. thena and druig covered you, sersi and kingo lingering either side, unsure whether to involve themselves. sprite stood in the middle, her eyes moving back and forth between the scene.

"it's not worth losing everything," you pushed yourself back onto your feet, druig grabbing your elbow and helping you up. he didn't release his grip on you, nudging you gently backwards so he remained as a barrier. "you're making a mistake," you winced, putting some of your weight onto druig.

ikarus hesitated. his eyes moved to sersi who stood beside you, her eyes full of hurt and betrayal. for a split second you thought he'd changed his mind.

"no, that would be you," he shook his head, eyes drifting back to their usual shade before he turned to leave. he was gone. sprite trailed behind him, muttering a quiet apology.

as soon as they were out of sight you clutched your shoulder tightly, the splitting pain shooting through you. you whimpered, druig taking your whole weight. with one arm he gripped your waist and the other held your good arm.

"what an asshole," kingo spat as soon as he'd left.

"what are we going to do now?" sersi queried, desperately trying to disguise the shake in her voice as she pushed away the tears in her eyes. "we can't stop the emergence and fight off ikarus at the same time."

you quickly lost interest, your eyes meeting druigs who guided you to sit down. your head fell forwards against his torso as soon as you sat, heavy with grief and confusion and pain. "we're so screwed," you gritted your teeth, your eyes drooping shut for a moment.

druig moved his hands up to your neck, his forefinger and thumb glided along your jawline and to your chin, nudging your head up. "stop it," he mumbled, eyebrows furrowed watching you beat yourself up. "we'll figure something out. lets get you sorted first."

druig didn't care how frustrated he had been with you only half an hour ago, he never could stay mad at you.

you didn't say anything for a while, your head was tilted back, looking up at him as his fingers caressed your flushed cheeks. your teary eyes just locked with his blue ones. he felt something crack in his chest. your nose was tinted red, eyes wet and heavy, your lips swollen and pouting, and eyebrows knitted tight. it wasn't a sight he was dying to see again anytime soon.

"m'sorry for being so stupid and blind," he saw your face begin to contort again. willing to stop you from getting upset further, he kneeled down so he became eye level with you. he leaned close to you, nudging his forehead against yours. something he had done frequently in the past to provide you with some form of comfort when he didn't know how else to console you. you hadn't felt comfort like this in a long time. you leaned into him, as close as you could manage, pushing against his forehead with your own.

"you're not stupid or blind," he mumbled only to you. you closed your eyes and listened only to him despite the words being thrown around you two. "you believed you were doing the right thing," he pushed his nose up against yours. his voice was smooth and soft and reassuring, and you were hanging on his every word. "you’re smart, n' you’re strong and the most beautiful."

you felt yourself relax very slightly, his words soothing you like you hadn't felt for years. it was familiar and it was warm. you moved your hands to either of his shoulders, his hands dropping to your waist.

"i'm sorry i didn't realise sooner," you sighed, your breathing still shaky, nose scrunching as you felt a wave of pain from your shoulder. "you always knew."

he shook his head. "doesn't matter," he pulled away slightly, still remaining close to you. "we'll fix everything, we always do, right?" you nodded softly. "now lets get you fixed first, ok? then we can discuss how we're going to destroy ikarus."

"druig," you mumbled disapprovingly, your serious eyes locked on his mischievous ones as always. you nudged your forehead against his and he cracked a teasing smile.

"s'not like he doesn't deserve it," he quirked an eyebrow but you beat down his joking with only a stare. he rolled his eyes. "ok fine. but i wanna rough him up a little at least. after what he did to you, my love."

you couldn't help but crack a smile. you were glad only you got this side to druig. he was sweet and loyal at his core, and though he disguised his true feelings with a lot of sarcasm and deflection, you would always know how he truly felt. he loved you and he loved his family deep down, and he would do anything for them.

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sugamacchiato · 3 years

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where he belongs.

pairing: druig x fem!eternal!reader (NSFW)

summary: all that matters to druig is your pleasure. and maybe that brings him pleasure too…

warnings: sub!druig, oral (f receiving), druig cums in his pants lol, a little bit of swearing, reader gets mad at dru like… once, hair pulling, druig slipping into subspace, mommy kink!

author’s note: mkay, this is the first smut i’ve ever written so bear with me here lol. this thought came to me last night and i just had to write it. i am so sorry. also, the gif isn’t mine. also also, requests are open!!

please keep in mind that this is a nsfw work! i am not in charge of your internet consumption but please do not continue if you are uncomfortable with any of these things.

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sugamacchiato · 3 years

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Don't hide in the shadows

Word count: 1.588

Pairing: Druig x Eternal!Reader

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff.

Summary: You're too shy to tell Druig that you like him, so you turn red whenever he's around you.

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A/N: I loved writing this. I was so excited when I received this request. I hope you enjoy it.

Request: May I ask for a Druig story where Reader's an eternal too and the most shy of them all, like very shy, and Druig loves to tease her and sees her blush, but Druig obviously has deep feelings for her.

Reunite with everyone in a single room was some sort of torture, you think. Not because of the arguments that are more likely to start when everyone’s together and disagree on something, but because you always felt a little out of place.

Well, not a little. You’re definitely out of place.

You look at Phastos arguing how his newest design can help mankind to evolve with Kingo and Ajak. Ikaris is having an argument over each Eternals’ power with Sprite while Sersi calmly listens to them. You don’t know where Makkari is, you enjoy her company. Instead, Thena is leaning against the wall across the room, observing. Gilgamesh isn’t here yet, nor is Druig.

You step in the shadows of the room, crossing your arms in an attempt to make your presence as unnoticeable as possible. You really wish everybody were here by now. All you want is to go back to your book.

“If you keep walking backward, you’re going to merge into the wall,” Druig whispers in your ear. His sudden presence startles you. You hadn’t heard him approaching.

Druig has a pear in one of his hands. He stands by your side, giving the pear a bite. You blush at the sight of him. The truth is, you’ve had a crush on Druig for a long time. You admire his fierceness to fight for his values and defend his points during every meeting. However, the other Eternals barely notice your presence in the Domo. You’re too quiet, Sprite said once. You’re always focused on your duties, exchanging a few words with whoever was partnered up with you.

Sprite was one of the most talkative until she gets tired of only talking while you agree with whatever she’s saying. Sersi is as focused as you, you barely talk to her. It was easy to talk to Thena, she always had the most interesting subjects. Makkari likes to make fun, but you feel comfortable around her, maybe because you didn’t need to voice your opinions out loud, the words were at the tip of your fingers. Ajak was always kind.

Kingo was too self-centered, and you definitely don’t know how to make conversation with him. Phastos likes to hear what you have to say about his creation, even if you’re too shy to share it at first. You like Gilgamesh, and he enjoys showing you what he’s baking. You don’t have much to share with Ikaris, but he would make the other shut up so everybody can listen to you, and Druig… well, you don’t think you can keep a conversation without blushing every eight words. He likes to tease you, just like he did a few minutes ago. It was funny, but you often find yourself wondering if he liked you the same way.

Gilgamesh enters followed by Makkari who stops on your other side. She greets you, then exchanges a glance with Druig, it’s too fast, but be the quietest one also allowed to observe the others better. You see Ajak steps forward to the center of the room.

“Good. Is everybody here?” The leader says, eyes searching the room.

Then you feel Druig’s arm around your waist, pulling you forward to the line of people. He keeps the arm around you, and you feel your cheeks and ear heating up at the display of closeness. Ajak’s gaze fell on you, and on Druig’s arm, and she nodded.

Ajak explains that their stay in Babylon will be a little longer than usual due to the goal of making it one of the greatest cities in human history. They would need the Eternals’ help to evolve as a society. The rules are the same, kill the deviants, improve their technology, don’t interfere in conflicts. You feel Druig’s tight around you at the last rule, his body tensing up. You know that despite the rule Druig wasn’t willing to let it go. If no one was seeing, he’d interfere.

The meeting is over the moment the Domo floats above Babylon. Ajak reminds all of you of your duties before dismissing you. Druig plays a big part in it, as he can control minds, he’d calm down the humans, making them accept the Eternals in their city. After all, a flying spaceship would freak any human out in this moment of history.

The other starts to walk away, but not Druig, he turns to stare at you, his hand still on your waist. Looking eye-to-eye at him, makes you blush again. Damn, he’s handsome! Just a glance from those eyes is enough to make your knees buckle.

“Don’t hide in the shadows, princess,” Druig tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. “You’re too beautiful to not allow the world to admire you.” And just like that, he walks away.

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You were sitting by the fields after you’ve completed your duties. The sun would set soon, and you enjoy watching it from this perspective, even though you’d have to run back in time for dinner. You were chilling, watching how Sersi works with the plants has helped to keep them healthier and to create some sort of trading market.

It was a good thing, except for the fact that trades usually lead to greed, the desire for power, to have more and feel superior in a certain way. Of course, even though plenty of good things come from their work with humans, it also awakens bad sides within them. So you heard the yelling, you stood up thinking it might be a deviant, but it wasn’t. It was two men fighting over a bowl of onions.

You see when one of them pulls out a blade. You couldn’t do anything about it. Those were Arishem’s rules, no matter how much you wanted the men to stop. You expected the worst, but then, the man let the blade fall on the ground. They laughed at their own stupidity before sharing the number of onions.

You see Druig approaching, a smirk on his face.

“I thought I told you to not hide in the shadows,” he reminds you.

“I thought Ajak said we shouldn’t interfere,” you tell him.

Druig sighs, walking along with you.

“You could get in trouble with Arishem.”

“Worrying for me?” Druig says, a teasing smile tugging on his lips.

You can’t help the blush from spreading on your face. Of course, you worry about him. You worry about all of them, but Druig… He has this way of getting in the nerves of anyone, which makes you fear for him.

“I don’t care about what Arishem says,” Druig admits. “Why would a Celestial allow war and violence to happen in the world when they consume human’s hearts with selfish desires? I don’t understand. I never will.”

You could see the sense in his words. You walk in silence for a while before you break it.

Then, you spill out. “I can’t disagree with you,” you shrug, looking at your feet as you walk.

“Does it mean you won’t tell Ajak?” His voice makes you look up, and it gives a little bit of courage when you poke his ribs.

“I won’t tell her,” you assure him.

You walked the rest of the way. You enter the room you reunite for dinner. You frowned when nobody was there, you were late, where could they possibly be?

“Y/N,” Druig calls you. “Today we killed the last deviant in Babylon, so they must be at the celebration.”

Oh, yes, you had forgotten about that. Did he–?

“Did you read my thoughts?” You ask, confused.

Druig steps closer.

“No. I’d never do that,” he says, seeming equally confused.

“You do that to Ikaris every time,” you raise a brow, but you’re smirking too.

“Well, it’s different with you,” he says, getting closer. You’ve never been this close before, and it messes with your sense. You inhale deeply his smell, you could see the freckles on his cheeks, and how light the blue in his eyes is.

“Why?” you ask in a tone of defiance.

Druig’s gaze drops to your lips, which makes you feel small.

“Because I’m waiting for you to tell me how you feel.”

If he hadn’t stepped up and cupped your cheeks to kiss you, you might never have acted on your feelings at that moment. You drown in the sensation of his lips against yours, for a second you don’t know what to do with your hands, but you end up wrapping his neck and holding onto his shoulder. Then, when he pulls away, and the magic seems to disperse, it’s only then that you realize that that actually happened.

“Uh, I-I really like you,” you confess. Better do it in the heat of the moment than never. If you hadn’t said that now, you’d probably pin on him for the rest of the centuries.

“I really like you too,” Druig says, grinning. He strokes his thumb on your cheek. “My beautiful, beautiful, Y/N.”

The truth is, you can never know if someone returns your feelings if you don’t talk them out.

Walking to the celebration drew glances from your fellow Eternals companion. You snuggle close to Druig.

“The lovebirds are finally here!” Kingo blurts out too loud, drawing more attention to the couple. “We have to toast. Where’s Sprite and Makkari?” Kingo stood up. Thena had a victorious smile on her face, and Gilgamesh looked as happy as her.

You blush, hiding your face against Druig’s chest. You have a long night ahead.

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sugamacchiato · 3 years

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You’re an immortal. Finally when you think you’re about to die you wake up the day you became immortal. “I’m also stuck in a time loop?”

#prompts

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sugamacchiato · 3 years

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Relationship headhanons with Druig

Again, I haven’t seen the movie and won’t be able to for a while. These head cannons are just what I think would fit him from the spoilers and what not that I have seen

• He’s a total softie in private

• He likes to put up some level of being calm and collected around the others but he’s really a sap

• He’s unnaturally warm. It’s not uncomfortable, it’s rather nice actually. But he’s definitely warmer than he should be. Ikaris is the warmest of the group however

• While it started off as simply him teasing you his favourite pet name for you very quickly became “pet”.

• He loves to hold you. Doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing. He’ll find someway to get his arms around you

• He’ll watch you when you sleep, just memorizing your face

• It tears him apart just a little to know you’re only human and you’ll eventually pass. He’s kept himself up at night trying to think of ways to extend your life

• The others tease him as any family would, but they all adore you and think you two are adorable together

• He would do anything to keep you away from physical danger. The amount of times he’s thought you were doing something risky and he’s intervened is pretty high

• He’s a total mother hen when you get sick. Soup, blankets and cuddles, movies, holding you and soothing you to sleep. He’ll do whatever is needed.

• Once when you were doing your nails he got curious and let you paint his. He found that he loved both how it looked and how adorable you looked while you concentrated on doing his nails. He asks you do paint them every couple of weeks now. How favourite colours are gold and any dark shade of blue

• He would totally have a house full of cats if he was given permission. Something about cats makes him ridiculously happy and you’re all too happy to indulge it. Cat cafes are a frequent stop for you now.

• Anytime theres a creep around you Druig will very happily use his powers to make them do something embarrassing or to out themselves publicly as a creep. He will never tolerate people making you uncomfortable

• He likes to tease you about just about anything, he likes cuter reactions like blushing, squirming, hurried explanations and he likes sassy comebacks and taunts in return all the same. He just thinks you’re adorable

• He likes to read to you, cuddled up together in bed or in a chair, one of your favourite books or a new one open and his warm tones. It’s nearly perfect.

• He likes showering or bathing together. Doesn’t even have to be sexual, holding you while sitting in a tub full of warm water and bubbles. Or standing under a warm shower and gently washing each other is something oddly intimate and soothing for him

• He doesn’t fully get memes but he loves them anyway. He tries so hard to use them in the right context.

• He very much likes older music, and of that older music he likes love ballads the most. When he’s holding you you can usually be treated to him humming whatever ballad is stuck in his head at the moment.

• His favourite spot to kiss you is on your forehead. Or the tip of your nose, the little scrunch is incredibly cute to him

• He’s a spoiler. He would get you anything you asked for, even if you didn’t specifically ask he’ll pay very close attention to thinks he thinks you’d like

• When it comes to sex he likes to tease in any way possible

• He will watch you just to frustrate you

• Sex can last hours because he won’t actually do anything to you until you’re sobbing in frustration and begging him to do something worthwhile

@ellabellabus07

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sugamacchiato · 3 years

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The Only Man…

Pairing: Druig x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.9K

NSFW!!! 18+

You and Druig have been friends…well forever. Now you’re something just a little more. You just want a fun night with your friends. And you almost get one, until Druig gets jealous.

“Why d’you insist on going out with them like this?” Druig’s heavily accented voice breaks through the silence of your room.

You look up from putting on your favorite heels, and find him leaning against your doorway.

You roll your eyes, fully prepared to ignore him.

“It’s below us, below you…” he continues.

“Druig if you want to come out with us, just say that” you tease, and it’s his turn to roll his eyes.

“That’s the las’ thing I want” he says, standing up straight and walking towards where you were sitting on the bed. Your eyes are glued to him as he makes his way over to you in only a few confident strides.

You stare up at him, blue eyes meeting yours.

“What I really want…” he begins, grabbing your chin with his long fingers.

“Is for you to stay here so we can have some fun of our own….instead you want go get gawked at by pathetic humans” he growls, grip getting tighter.

“I’m going out to have fun with my friends, if ‘pathetic humans’ wanna stare, what can I do?” You say with a smile and shrug, standing to push past him. An abrupt end to the previously intense moment.

You had to walk away, his invitation almost had you ready to peel off your skin tight dress and climb him right then. But you’d never let him know that.

He sighs dramatically, and you press your lips together to hide a smirk.

“Well, I guess I am going” he says, and you truly hadn’t expected him too.

You don’t know why you feel so anxious about going out with Druig. He knew how interact with humans; most of the time.

There was just something about him seeing another yet another side of you. He’d seen you as a partner and fellow Eternal for years. Then from friends to best friends, and now something just a little more.

It didn’t feel right for Druig to see you grinding with your friends, tipsy and giggly. But it excited you all the same. He watched you with a cool look almost the entire night. His demeanor is entirely different from the internal discourse happening in his head.

Druig was mesmerized. Seeing you let loose and dance your heart out with your friends. It reminded him again how much the small moments matter.

He often found himself struggling. He hated getting close to humans. For what? Half a century of friendship and then centuries of remembering them with sadness.

It couldn’t be worth it, he thought.

But you? You made him question everything.

The only thing he was certain about was that his eyes weren’t the only ones on you. You were stunning, Druig saw it and so did everyone else.

Druig is pulled from his thoughts when you over to him, a drunken grin plastered on your face.

“One more round of shots, and then we can go. I promise” you slur a bit and he can’t help but chuckle.

“I don’t know if you need another darlin’ but go on” he laughs. You giggle, leaning forward to place a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Be right back!” You call over your shoulder, heading to the bar. His eyes watch you the whole way, somehow managing to gracefully maneuver your way through the crowd.

He stares at the way your legs glisten as you cross them over each other when sit on the tall stool. How the bartender flocks to you, ignoring his other patrons to tend to you. Druig scoffs to himself at the desperate attempt, reminding himself that he was the one who got to take you home tonight.

He watches him go to make your drink, the way he keeps sending flirtatious looks. Still Druig stands collected from across the room.

Until he brings over your drink. The way the bold bartender leans to whisper in your ear. Giving you a wink as he sets the glass down in front of you.

Druig is beside you before the idea of moving even fully forms in his mind.

“Let’s go” he says sternly but quietly.

You give him a confused look, your intoxicated brain unaware as to why he wanted to leave so suddenly.

“You said one more drink!” You whine, catching the bartenders attention.

Druig feeling his patience running out quickly as the man inserts himself into your conversation.

“Hey, this guy bothering you?” He asks,

“Mind your own fucking business” but Druig cuts him off, turning to you again.

“I’m fine thanks, he’s my boyfriend” you say calmly, “Sorry about that, he has a bit of a temper. But we’re leaving now. Thanks!” You get up quickly, seeing the other man getting ready to say something.

No matter how drunk you were, you knew an angry Druig would not be pretty. Actually he’d be really pretty, but still; not good.

You grab his hand, pulling him towards a desolate corner.

He lets you drag him along, still shocked that you had called him your boyfriend.

“Druig! You can’t just go around cursing people out whenever you so please!” You reprimand him. All the while trying to hide how turned on having him boss you around had made you, and him trying to hide the way blood rushed to cock at the title; “boyfriend”

“I can actually” he smirks and you shake your head exasperatedly.

“Why’d you want to leave! I just got my drink” you ask, taking a step closer to him.

“So, you’re telling me; you didn’t notice the way the bartender was drooling all over you?” He hums, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him.

“You’re the only man I ever pay attention too Druig, you should know that by now” you whisper.

He feels any unease leave his body at your words. Now fully encompassed by his desire for you. He’s the only man you paid attention to? And fuck, he knew you meant it. Even without his powers.

“You want me to be your boyfriend? And fuck you like you really deserve?” He inquires with a cocky tilt of his head. Voice laced with the promise of something wild.

You mewl, pressing yourself harder against his solid chest in submission.

“That’s exactly what I want” you answer, and this time he’s dragging you along. Right to the women’s bathroom.

“What if someone need to pee!” You squeak as he closes the door behind you.

“Screw em’” he groans, pushing you up against the nearest wall.

His lips meet yours with a fervor you’d never felt in your thousands of years of life. Warmth spread through you as his tongue pressed between your lips.

He kissed you deeper, hands running up and down your sides and your feel dizzy. You hate that you have to come up for air, breathing deeply while Druig nipped at the side your neck, surely leaving love-bites.

You feel wobbly on your on two feet, maybe it was liquor. Or maybe it was Druig. The way his fingers felt squeezing your sides, hugging and stroking you like he couldn’t get enough.

Or his lips on the sensitive skin on your neck, the feeling of his lips teeth sinking in to bring the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.

You push him back a little, and he stumbles, caught off guard.

Before he can question you, you’re dropping to your knees in front of him and the air leaves his lungs with a whoosh.

He has to calm himself down as he watches your fingers undo the button of pants. All Druig can do is stare when you slowly pull them down, swiftly followed by his boxers.

You take his length in your hand, glancing up at him from beneath your lashes as you waste no time taking him in your mouth.

“Fuck” he swears, hips jerking forwards a bit. You place a hand there to keep him still, and steady yourself as you bob your head along his thick cock.

You hollow your cheeks, sucking harder and one his hands comes down to guide the back of your head. His fingers tangle in your hair as you work him.

“You’re sucking me off so well, love” he groans, tossing his head back. His words only spur you on, and you pull back for a second to spit on his length before taking him all the way down your throat. You gag a bit at how big he is but you don’t stop.

“Jesus Christ, babe” he gasps, leaning forward as his cum spurts down your throat with no warning. You swallow him down, licking his cock clean while his chest heaves and he tries to gather himself.

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t warn you” he apologizes once he catches his breath, pulling you up to your feet.

“Don’t apologize” you giggled, straightening your dress and Druig raises an eyebrow.

“I hope you didn’t think you could suck me off like that and not let me repay you…” he questions, backing you into the sink.

“Druig, we’re in a public bathroom! We should go” you say.

His eyes look you up and down, hand trailing up your thigh before cupping your dripping pussy.

“We‘ll leave. After I fuck you” he asserts, grabbing you and turning you around so your facing the sink now.

He presses himself against your ass, grinding into you. And you can feel his dick hardening even through your dress.

“Bend over for me, Y/N” he instructs and you comply, eyes meeting his in the mirror as you do.

“You are the most gorgeous girl in the Universe” he hums, hands massaging your ass.

“I can’t believe you let me fuck you…” he continues and you know when he talks this much you’re in for it.

He pulls up your dress, landing a hard smack to your ass and you whimper.

Druig pushes your panties to the side, too eager to be inside you to bother with having you take them off.

One of his fingers pushes into your wetness without warning and your head drops forward at the sensation. He pulls his finger out slowly, enjoying the way you tried to keep the digit inside of you.

“So ready for me” he teases, slipping the finger covered in your juices into his mouth with a moan. “Tastes like heaven..” he compliments, lining his cock up with your entrance.

You feel his tip brush against your core and then he’s breaking you open on his cock. He doesn’t give you anytime to adjust before he’s pounding into you.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asks, leaning so his chest is pressed against your back. All you can do is hold onto to sides of sink as he slams into you over and over again.

You nod wearily as he reaches a hand down to rub your clit. His fingers work the sensitive nub expertly and your thighs shake at his careful ministrations, completely opposite the brutal pace of his cock.

Druig places his lips to your ear, licking and whispering. You pant as the pleasure builds up inside of you.

“You’re pussy’s so fucking tight, feels like silk” he groans, changing his angle so he could hit that one spot that always had you seeing stars.

“I’m gonna cum, Druig” you almost sob as your high washes over you. Your body spasms around him and he holds you impossibly closer through your orgasm.

You think your legs would give out if he wasn’t holding onto you so tightly as he filled you with his cum.

The two of you both try to recuperate, looking at each other with a laugh.

“Now we can go”

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hey babes, I’m sorry I meant to post this Friday but life got hectic!! anyways someone requested jealous!Druig and someone else asked for friends w benefits so here you goooo❤️ idk how I feel about this one but I have a lot stuff coming im really excited about! currently working on Bad Night part 2 & some sexpollen Druig cause why tf not.

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Wouldn’t Dream of It.

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(disclaimer!!! Makkari is not in this story because they are too perfect as a couple and literally cannot exist in the same universe without being together. this gif is just ridiculously cute + Druig and Reader do this in the fic. okay bye. hope you like it!)

Pairing: (Druig x immortal!witch!reader ) ~eternals~

~ female reader: she/her pronouns are used!! ♡

NSFW! smut! 18+ (minors do NOT interact.)

warnings: fingering, sorta innocent reader? like she’s a virgin and has never had an orgasm before but she’s not innocent, mocking, crying (in a good way!), desperate kink, oral sex (f-receiving), reader has her first orgasm, no actual sex because i got carried away with Druig being a god at eating pussy, a lil bit of Druig being a soft dom, Druig being a smug little bastard but in a really hot way??, fluff lol, love and all that good stuff!

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“So mind control?”

“Well it’s a bit more than that but yeah..mind control”

“And you’re gonna live forever?”

“It’s complicated but yes. I’m immortal.”

You coughed awkwardly.

Druig had been pacing for the last 10 minutes. Walking around the small room you had both ended up in. Doing everything in his power to look anywhere other than where you were sitting.

So he was either:

1- scared you would think he was a freak & reject him

2- had taken a sudden interest in interior design and the door knob he had been staring at intensely for the past 2 minutes was exceptionally riveting

Of all the days you’d spent with him, all the sleepless nights, the foggy mornings, rainy afternoons, and starry nights. All the times you’d laughed and cried together. All the times you’d watched him lay sprawled on your couch utterly consumed in whatever book he was reading. The times you’d watch him cook, clean, organize, and cautiously play with your cat.

The times you just watched him exist.

You lived for those moments where it was just the two of you, existing. Together. As if you were both normal. As if you were the only two people in the world, the universe, the galaxy, and everything in between.

You’d known him for quite some time now, hard to say how long. After the first few decades of immortality you stop keeping track.

You had never seen him look like this.

He somehow managed to always look stoic and cool, no matter the circumstances. You’d seen him cry, and even then he managed to look as though he had everything under control. Even in moments of vulnerability he still held himself with confidence.

But now? He looked…scared.

Scared you would hate him.

Scared that he would disappoint you.

Scared that you would leave him and he would be alone again.

Although his arms were clutched carefully behind his back, fingers clasped together just as always. His hands were twisting with anxiety, grasping so tightly that you were sure there would be marks by the time you pulled them apart.

Okay. Great. Awesome. That’s another thing we have in common. This is a good thing, right? This was suppose to be a good thing! So why were you so damn scared to tell him you didn’t care! How were you suppose to tell him not to be insecure? How could you tell him you liked him no matter what, that he wasn’t any less important to you because he could live forever and that you weren’t scared of him.

How could you comfort him when these were the same thoughts that plagued your mind every day?

All those hours spent sobbing in your bedroom, door locked and silencing spell placed. Binding yourself to an evening of loneliness and tears. Leaving you to stare into the mirror that hung above your desk. Hating your appearance, not because of the way looked, but rather the fact that this was how you would look forever…

The endless days of wishing you could rewind time and undo that stupid spell. The one that cursed you to an eternity of complete loneliness with no escape.

You’d seen your friends die. Your family. Anyone you ever dared to love. It never got easier.

a few decades ago you’d sworn to yourself that you would never love another being.

Then you met Druig. All the sudden you didn’t care about your rule. He made you want to live. To appreciate every moment. Under all that mysterious-leather jacket wearing-sarcastic persona he was the sweetest person you’d ever met.

Well- he was sweet to you. He cared for other people, and although he’d never say it aloud…he loved them. Despite their cruel nature and tarnished past. He just wanted to help.

He was also probably the most attractive being you’d ever laid eye on. His energy, his eyes, his stupid leather jacket. He carried himself with an indescribable amount of confidence and damn if you didn’t want him to fuck you stupid—

“we probably should have had this conversation a long time ago…” You began hesitantly.

“I know I know. I should have told you sooner. I just didn’t want to loose you- I thought that maybe if I ignored it I could pretend like our time together wasn’t limited. I’m sorry-” Druig rambled, beginning to pace again.

“Whoa stop that’s not what I meant!” You interrupted him.

He looked at you breathlessly. His lips parted slightly as short breaths passed in and out.

What had you meant?

How were you suppose to say this?

Fuck it.

“I’m a witch. On december 16th, 1923 I cast a spell on myself. A spell that guaranteed that I would live forever. I have spent every moment of my life since that night regretting my decision to do so…until I met you.”

You breathed out hurriedly.

You’d never told anyone that before. Never admitted aloud the fact that you would spend eternity alone. Never looked someone in the eye and told them about your abilities.

Druig’s demeanor shifted. His shoulders relaxed a bit and he stopped twisting his hands. Yet his face had morphed into an unreadable expression.

You looked at him nervously.

He stared back.

If there was one thing you had learned from all your years of existence, it’s that you will stumble across many instances in your life where absolutely nothing makes sense. But every so often within those moments of pure confusion, you will know exactly what you’re meant to do.

This was one of those rare moments.

There’s no picture perfect, movie star, dramatic slomo, time stops in its tracks facade.

You just knew.

Maybe it’s spiritual, maybe it’s instinct, maybe it’s the universe sending you a sign. Who gives a shit?

So with all the confidence you could muster you rose from the spot on your bed you had been perched on.

With every step you took towards him you felt your chest begin to swirl with an interesting combination of emotions: fear, tranquility, confusion, & love.

You looked into his eyes. You loved the way they always seemed to be sparkling a bit. Whether it was with magic or mischief you didn’t care. It was beautiful—he was beautiful.

“Hi,,” You whispered.

“Hello.” He laughed lightly, locking eyes with you.

Druig’s hand made it’s way to your cheek and he stroked it gently. You leaned into his touch, the skin of his palm felt cold against yours.

“My beautiful beautiful girl…” He trailed off, his eyes still transfixed on you. Observing as if you were a piece of fine art.

You blushed at his comment, it was taking all your will power to not hide your face in his shoulder.

Somehow, for once in your life, instead of shying away from opportunities. You took your chance.

Stepping closer to him. So close you could feel his breath against your skin, and practically hear his beating heart. You averted your sight. Switching from gazing into his eyes and flicking your view between them and his lips.

You stood in front of him completely enamored with his presence, cheeks flushed as you observed the intimate nature of the position the two of you had ended up in.

It was then that you realized something.

You loved him.

And so,

You kissed him.

Gently at first, smiling as your lips crashed together. The two of you becoming more and more desperate for each other. He moved his hands to your neck and pulled you in as close as possible.

Druig’s hands collided with your skin. The rough feeling of his calloused palms rubbing against your body contrasted perfectly with your warm skin.

He was everywhere- Softly tugging on your hair. Biting your lips. Grinding your clothed core up and down against his thigh as he pinned you to the wall.

You’d only been kissing for a few minutes and he’d already turned you into a whimpering mess.

“Dru…” You trailed off happily, feelings of pleasure beginning to flow though your body. Heightened by your pent up attraction to him.

“Careful there darling. I’ve got got you. Gonna make you feel so good love. Just sit there and be good for me, okay?” He said lovingly, a hint of playful condescension audible in his voice.

“i promise i’ll be good. please-i need you so bad.”

“I know I know, don’t worry darling g’nna give you what you need.” Druig shushed you lovingly.

“Please…” you trailed off, eyes blown wide with lust. A glaze of tears blurring your sight. Practically crying from desperation.

“You look so beautiful like this. I could keep you like this all day…desperately waiting for me to touch you. To kiss you. To fuck you. You look so pretty, crying for me.”

He said, the mischievous smirk had reappeared letting you know he was genuinely considering it.

“No! Please..i’ve waited so long. I just-I can’t,,please.”You whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.

Druig’s Face softened at your confession.

“What kind of gentleman would i be to deny such a pretty thing such as yourself. Poor thing, waited so long for me. You’ve done so good.”

He spoke, his words practically sounding like a prayer to you.

You buried your head in his neck, trying to hold back your needy whines as you humped his thigh desperately. Willing to take anything he gave you.

It was then that you realized that you would honestly, truly do anything for him.

“As much as I love your begging I think it’s time I give you what you want. Whad’ya say beauty? Want me to touch you? I bet your already drenched.”

He spoke softly into your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

He could almost feel you blushing from your hiding spot in the crook of his neck. Your body flushed against his, breaths practically in sync as you both drank in each other’s presence. Years of longing and it was finally here, and it was so much better than you ever could have imagined.

“Mmh why don’t we check how wet you are for me? how’s that sound?”

You nodded into his neck, trying your best not to moan at the very idea of him touching you so intimately.

His hands made their way down your body, exploring every inch until they came to your skirt. He ran his hands up your thighs, gently rubbing against your clothed pussy. Touching the place you’d only ever touched once. And even then you hadn’t been able to finish.

“Oh beauty, you shouldn’t have…this all for me? You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

The presence of one of his cocky smile evident in his voice.

“Only you. Only for you. Promise”

You said desperately.

“Druig Please i’ll do anything- i’ll be so good! i’ll do whatever you ask! I’ll—”

You began hastily

“Whoa whoa,,you’re such a good girl no need for begging right now. Although you do look incredibly attractive when you do so. I think we’ve waited long enough.’’

He said before sliding fully into you. Nearly causing you to fall down from how good it felt to finally have him inside you. Even if it was just his fingers. God you loved him this.

He caught you in his arms as you stumbled into his arms, moaning his name over and over. He held you close and whispered sweet nothings into your ears as you approached your first orgasm of the night.

The sensation of pure ecstasy rushing through your body was almost too much to handle. Your mind was racing- how on earth had you waited this long to try this?

He could sense that you were nearing your climax and pulled you back, leaning your head against the wall he’d pushed you up against.

“Look at me when you cum. Need to see my beautiful girl fall apart for me.”

Druig said.

You were moaning unabashedly at this point. Never having felt this type of pleasure before, and looking at his concentrated face as he fucked you with his fingers was sending you into overdrive.

You’d heard about the blissfully wonderful feeling before but no book, tv show, or tipsy conversation could ever describe the way you felt at that moment. The sensation was nearly frightening.

Druig slowed his motions when he saw your change in demeanor.

“Darling, is everything alright? do you want to stop?”

He asked, beginning to pull his fingers from you.

“NO!”

You answered, grabbing his wrist to keep him close to you.

Blushing furiously you averted eye contact.

“I’ve just never done this before…”

You trailed off nervously, hoping you wouldn’t scare him away.

“You’re a virgin?” He asked gently.

“No-well yes but that’s not what I meant…I mean i’ve never, you know…”

You gestured to where his hand rested on your inner thigh.

“You’ve never had an orgasm?”

He said it bluntly but a hint of surprise was evident in his voice.

You bowed your head and nodded. Doubt beginning to race through your head.

Was it weird? Would he reject you? Should you have just not told him? What if-

Your thoughts were interrupted:

“I am about to make you feel, so fucking good.”

He said, emphasizing the last three words.

You looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Now get on the bed. I want this to be as nice as possible for my girl.”

He remarked, pulling away from you. Nearly causing you to topple to the floor, you probably would have if not for his hand holding onto yours. Ready to hold you upright.

He smiled reassuringly and led you over to his bed. Your hands intertwined the whole time.

He settled you against the soft blanket and admired your wrecked appearance.

“God your perfect.”

He said under his breath, almost as if he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

You retaliated, laughing lightly.

“Now get over here and..fuck me.”

Please.

He smirked yet again (goodness his smile made you melt).

“It’s cute you think you’re in charge. i’m gonna make you mine little lady. Now you just sit there and look pretty for me.”

Druig said, his attitude shifting to something different. More dominant and demanding.

Fuck he’s so hot.

He rested in front of you. Making his way forward he softly pulled the hem of your skirt upward, exposing you to him. Trailing his hands up your thighs he pushed them apart, and lowered his head.

He kissed your inner thighs, the feeling embodying a thousand unspoken words. Confessions of love and desire pressed into your skin with every brush of his lips.

Stealing a glance up at you as he drew nearer to the place you so desperately yearned to be touched.

Druig was ready to worship every breath you took. Ready to adore every inch of your perfect body. Longing to kiss you until your lips were swollen and the two of you had no chance but to pull apart and simply marvel in each other’s presence.

Your eyes fixed on his.

“Yes?” He asked, waiting for your consent.

“Yes.” You answered, smiling lightly.

He raised an eyebrow mockingly as if to say

‘ask nicely, what happened to those manners pretty girl?’

“Please…Yes please.”

You retaliated politely with an exasperated sigh.

“That’s my girl.”

He said, winking at you before dropping his head and finally touching you where you needed him most.

Your head fell back in ecstasy. It landed against the pillow he’d thoughtfully placed behind you.

Sounds of pleasure filled the room as he ate you out.

Given your sensitivity from earlier and the heightened ‘first time’ sensations running through your body it was evident to the both of you that you weren’t going to last much longer.

His tongue expertly licked your cunt. Reveling in your taste and drinking in your cries of bliss.

You could feel yourself nearing your climax. Your breath quickening and your moans becoming louder. That wonderful tingly feeling from before filling your body.

Druig could sense how close you were and speed up his motions, sinking two fingers into your cunt. Rubbing against some magical spot inside you, causing you to see stars.

His fingers were slick with your arousal.

His head filled with the sweetest cries in the world, which he quickly decided was his new favorite sound.

His painfully hard dick was straining against the material of his jeans. It was taking quite a bit of effort to not grind against the bed.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop.”

You whispered to him, biting your lip to soften your moans.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. And stop biting your lip, that’s my job. Don’t you dare hold back those pretty noises from me love. I want to hear how beautiful you sound when you fall apart for me.”

Druig said with a smirk, his fingers never slowing their assault on your pussy.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You retaliated, happy to be the sarcastic one for once.

“Mm calm down mocking bird or i’ll have to stop until you know remember how to think for yourself.”

He said. Voice never faltering, taking barely a second to respond to your rather pathetic attempt at mockery.

“I-”

You began but trailed off as you caved in and allowed yourself to fall into a state of submissive bliss

This time the world did seem to slow down. The feeling of constant chaos and endless loads on anxiety faded into the background until all that was left was the two of you.

“Come for me.”

He said, finally allowing you to give in to the sensations of sweet sinful pleasure.

No amount of preparation could have warned you of the sensation that followed. Pleasure like nothing you’d experienced before flowed through you. Burning passion rushing through your veins. Your hands flew to grasp onto something, helping you ground yourself and you rode out the waves of your orgasm.

One hand grasping the blanket next to you. The other clutching his hand tightly (the one that wasn’t currently fucking you through one of the most intense wonderful moments of your life.)

He stared at you in awe. Taking in the way your chest rose and fell as you gasped and moaned. Adoring the expression on your face, your eyes squeezing themselves shut your nose scrunched in pleasure and your mouth hanging open.

Your arousal gushing around his fingers, squirting down his wrist and onto the bed sheets under him.

He slowed his motions as the sounds of ecstasy turned to whines of overstimulation. And although pleasure was still evident in your voice and the idea of making you cum so many times you passed out made him so turned on he thought he’d melt.

The needy noises leaving your lips subsided and you opened your eyes. Slightly embarrassed when the first thing you saw was the expression on Druig’s face.

He removed himself from his place between your thighs, taking his fingers from your sensitive core and placing them in his mouth sucking them clean before pulling you into a much needed embrace.

Holding you closely to him as your body shook and you whimpered into his chest. Feeling completely and utterly at peace. And despite your wrecked appearance and tear filled eyes, you had never felt happier.

Pulling back to admire him, attempting to memorize every wonderful detail of his face. You rested your foreheads together, your chests rising and falling in sync. Both of you smiling lazily in awe of how lucky you were to have each other.

“That was…really good.”

You said breathlessly, breaking the comfortable silence.

Alright that was the Understatement of the century, you thought to yourself.

“Yeah?”

He said, panting nearly as heavily as you.

“Okay fine. You just made me feel so good I saw constellations and I think I felt my soul leave my body for a few seconds.”

You said, laughing. Your mind still feeling fuzzy from the life changing orgasm he’d just given you.

He kissed you. Trying desperately to convey all the feelings in the world. The unmatched happiness you brought him. The fact that the very sound of your voice could bring him back from any dark place, no matter the circumstance. The fear of a heartbreak he knew he could not handle.

A promise that he would be here as long as you’d have him.

Fuck, he was in love.

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Thank you so much for reading my loves!! Hope you’re all doing well and treating yourselves with the kindness you deserve. I really hope you enjoyed this! I’m completely enamored with this character and there is a depressingly small amount of smut for him so i had to take matters into my own hands!!

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sugamacchiato · 3 years

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𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞.

description ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ after getting into an argument with your boyfriend, things take a turn for the better and worse.

pairing ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ druig x fem!feader

warnings ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ angst, druig being a little bit clingy, drunk men, fluff

word count ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 1,538

a/n ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ okay I haven't seen eternals yet so if there is misinformation, I'm sorry lol. I hope you all enjoy this fic! requests for druig are open too!

THE WARMTH THAT radiated off on your body was from the one person you trusted the most in the world, your partner, Druig. The two of you were currently on your bed, cuddling as the sounds of rain increased outside of your window.

You sat up on your bed, attempting to get up and get dressed, but before you could even stand up, Druig's strong arms grabbed your waist and pulled you backward instantly, your body falling onto his.

His eyes were still half-closed, his icy blue orbs refraining from meeting your vision. Your body was currently on top of him as his arms pressed your stomach closer to his and his heartbeat steadied calmly against yours.

"What are you doing up so early, my love?" He placed a small kiss on your nose as he pulled your body tighter on his. His voice was raspy, yet clear enough for shivers to run down your spine. A tug on the edge of your lips formed and you pressed a small kiss on top of his forehead, Druig soon smiling too.

"I was about to go take a walk to get some food." Druig furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and looked outside the window to see it was heavily raining. He stared back at you, an unsure look plastered on his face.

"You are aware you will get drenched right?" Rolling your eyes playfully, you reluctantly sat up from his body and got off of your guys' bed, swiftly putting on your hoodie and black jeans that were already on the floor from a very eventful night from the day before.

"Yes, I'm aware." Your eyes wandered around the bedroom to find your lanyard and when you did, your hand was inches away from opening the door, but before you could open it, Druig instant closed it, the loud slam making your body jump slightly. His once half-asleep eyes were now fully awake and they were staring intently into yours.

"Love, I'm not going to let you out all alone, especially in the pouring rain." You knew he was just worried about you, but it was more than that. When Druig first saw humans in relationships, he would have never thought of getting into one himself, but that perspective completely changed when he met you.

You taught him to be happy, to have someone to be there for, and most importantly, a person to love. His heart was solely intent on you and he wouldn't have it any other way.

But not every relationship is perfect.

A long time ago, you and Druig got into a horrendous fight that left your throat raw from all the screaming that occurred, and unfortunately, it left him mind-controlling you.

Druig immediately apologized afterward and seeing your distraught face broke him. From that day on, he promised he would never brainwash you again.

Until today.

"I can make my own decisions honey, there is nothing to be worried about." You attempted to open the door once more, but Druig's hand was still firmly placed on it.

"Y/n, I'm not letting you go out and that's final." Anger started to slowly fuel in your body, not liking the fact that Druig was being extra protective today.

"Well, I'm getting food and I don't need your permission." Finally being able to open the door, you made your way out of your bedroom as Druig followed you hot on your heels.

Before you could leave out the front door, Druig grabbed your wrist a little tighter than intended, making you turn your head towards him.

"Fine, let me go with you then." You would've said yes, but quite frankly, your partner has been a little too clingy for your liking lately and you really needed alone time for yourself. You saw the worry laced in his eyes and your posture softened slightly as you caressed his cheeks.

"Honey, I need alone time for myself," you pleaded to your partner, but Druig's stubbornness wouldn't budge. He grabbed your waist, his fingernails lightly digging in your skin.

"Don't make me get into your mind again, Y/n." Druig wasn't even able to comprehend what he said in time when your eyes widened in sadness and disappointment. When he promised to never mind control you again after that enormous argument, you genuinely thought he wouldn't dare to ever bring it up again. But right in front of you was the man that you despised that day. The man that you were so close to breaking it off with.

"Screw you, Druig."

"Y/n, my love, I am so sorry, please come back. I didn't mean it!" Your hearing drowned out his voices you ran out the door and made your way to God knows where.

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Several hours went by after the painful words Druig said to you, your mind was not stable. As you walked in town, you found your way into a bar. It had barely reached the afternoon, but your mind kept tugging you to the bar.

Making your way in the dimly lit and empty place, you beelined to the barstool and sat in it, rubbing your eyes in frustration and letting out an exasperated sigh. Your phone was consistently buzzing, courteously of Druig and you ignoring his many calls and texts.

"Boyfriend troubles?" The voice canceled out your thoughts and you turned your head to the man sitting next to you. A small apprehensive smile escaped your lips and you nodded in agreement.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Well I figured, a pretty lady like you would have someone." The man's voice was strong, yet you were able to hear the slurs behind his tone.

The bartender came back with your blueberry vodka slushie and you drank it as if it was the end of the world. You could see from your peripheral vision that the man was smirking at you. He was staring at you, his eyes tracing every aspect of your body, making you turn your head to him, a visible look of discomfort on your face.

"Can you stop looking at me like that?" You finally said, your voice raised higher than intended. The man put his hands up in the air weakly, not taking it seriously.

"Sure, only if we can get out of here." He attempted to grab your hand, but you pulled it away as anger overcame your emotions.

"Don't fucking touch me!" He gripped your wrist tightly, making it almost impossible for you to pry him off of you. He attempted to drag your body towards the door, but your slightly blurred vision saw a figure blocking it.

The man stopped and put a hand on your waist and you tried to slap his hand away until you felt the cold metallic rim of a revolver touching your bare skin.

"Hey man, can you move out of the way, I'm trying to take my girlfriend home," the man said, your eyes filled with disgust as he dared to call you his girlfriend.

"Funny, because that's my girlfriend in your filthy arms." The voice that filled your ears was distinctly recognizable to you. Druig's eyes glowed gold and you knew he was mind-controlling the man.

Within a blink of an eye, the man let you go and put his gun back in his pants as he walked out of the bar. Druig's once menacing eyes softened once they landed on you.

He didn't hesitate to hug you as his arms grasped your body tightly as if it was your last day on earth.

"My darling, I thought I almost lost you." You were grateful for him saving you, but a question occurred in your mind.

"Wait, how did you find me? I never told you where I was going to be at."

"When you didn't answer your phone, my mind wandered to the worst and I spent the entire time trying to find you." A small smile appeared on your lips and after everything that happened, you were happy to be in your partner's arms.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry about earlier. It's just that...I never cared this much about anyone before and my worries get the best of me. I love you and I don't want to lose you, my beautiful, beautiful Y/n."

Small streams of tears slipped down Druig's cheeks and you gently brushed them away with your thumbs. He rested his forehead against yours and his arms embraced your body tighter, his fast anxious heartbeat starting to slowly settle down.

"You won't ever lose me, Druig. Even when I'm dead, I'll always be by your side." You noticed that when you mentioned your death, his eyes were filled with sadness once more. You immediately tried to comfort him, reminding him that death will be a long time from now.

Even though Druig knew your death was inevitable, he wanted to spend every moment with you, with the exception of letting you have your alone time. Druig leaned in closer, your face inches apart from his as he crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft, yet passionate, his love vividly tied to it.

"I love you, Druig."

"I love you more, my beautiful darling."

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