#The eternals x reader

[undiscovered-horizon]

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Imagine Druig saving you from a Deviant

They say that when you're about to die, life flashes before your eyes - for a second before the inevitable happens, you reflect on your choices, relive your sorrows and laughter.

Whoever said those words must never have stared death into her vacant, deep eyes. Although, the death that came for you had eyes more akin to fire or a burning sun - orange, filled with vigour and yet terrifyingly vacant, expressionless. As if primal hate could live on its own.

Your throat clenched but you didn't feel scared or sad in any way - those emotions, although had previously flooded all your thoughts, were nowhere to be found any longer. There was a melancholic peace in being subjected to nature's cycles: there was nothing you could do about your fate anymore. Weirdly enough, you were alright with that. At the end of fear, there was oblivion.

You closed your eyes telling yourself that you were prepared for your imminent future. Then you heard a gunshot, a grunt and something spilling. Miraculously, no furious malice bit into you.

Hesitantly, you opened your eyes to see why the gods of death decided to spare you that day. The red-eyed beast was lying on the ground, the fiery violence long gone. Standing over the bizarre greyish-blue body was Druig, with a clearly unnerved expression on his face.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a tense voice.

Druig barely gave you time to respond when he grabbed your face and began looking for any scratches or bruises. His hands caressed every patch of your skin they could reach.

"Hey," you softly called out to him. His worried eyes met your calm ones. In a reassuring manner, you put your hands around his wrists. "I'm okay."

He stared at you for a moment. The distress showing in his eyes was so intense you couldn't be sure he saw anything except for that. In his frenzied mind, you were still in grave danger.

Druig spared no time embracing you in a tight hug. His grip was so strong it felt as if he was afraid someone was going to try to pry you away from him at any moment. Druig's skin always smelled of rain and wood but at the moment there was a faint aroma of gunpowder following him.

"I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," he confessed quietly.

"Really? I know exactly what I'd do."

Druig slightly pulled away to look at your face. He didn't seem to mind your strangely aloof demeanour. It was hard to believe you could have already been dead. Druig furrowed his eyebrows - he didn't know where your thoughts were headed. "What?"

"Find you," you answered with a gentle shrug of shoulders. "Wherever you'd be."

Druig didn't answer. Truthfully, he couldn't find appropriate words to put his feelings into. Whatever he felt, whatever expression could fit the burning in his chest - it was a little too human to have a name in any human language; it was too essential to being alive.

________________________ A/N: Dialogue is taken from @dinosandcomics on Instagram with slight changes

TAGLIST: @igotanidea

[chiefdirector]

Could I request angst headcanons for dating Kingo and Druig, poly relationship, please

Poly! Kingo, Druig, and GN!Reader Angst headcanons

I think there would be two major points for angst in a poly relationship with Kingo and Druig and that would depend on if their partner was immortal or not

If their partner was immortal:

I feel like the main point of angst and grievance would come from the romance slowly fizzling out over the years

It would be nobody's fault.

yeah, Druig could've tried a little harder to plan dates

of course Kingo could have spent less time working and more time with his lovers

but in the end, it would all dial down to the allure of discovering something new in the relationship

Bickering would turn into arguing and arguing into full blown fights

Slowly, you would all become worn down, and part ways.

The love you hold for each other being the downfall because the love you had for each other made you fight hard (and in the end not hard enough) for a relationship that is doomed to fail

If their partner was mortal:

If their partner was mortal, Druig would fall madly and deeply in love, (maybe even quicker than with an immortal partner) only for the realisation that they could maybe have fifty or sixty years together before age and illness caught up with them

He would pull back from his partner

Starting with small excuses

"I have to tend to the villagers"

"Sersi has asked for my assistance..."

Each trip would last longer and longer, until he would be tempted to never return

Druig knew he couldn't handle his partner dying, it would break him and Kingo. He would never be the same.

Knowing this, he would urge Kingo to join him, saying that you deserve a relationship where you could grow old with your partner.

Kingo would reluctantly agree, but he couldn't just leave you

So he would watch you slowly age from a distance and tell himself that it is for the best.

but he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else

[lemonsuponlemons]

Druig and voyeurism

He watches

Both the commune and you

Although the latter is his preferred object of observation

He's following you around any time he can, hiding in the crowd, behind corners and trees

Druig loves the fact that you don't know

It's like a mountain lion following a poor antilope, waiting for the perfect moment to strike

At first, it was just fascination but it changed one night when he caught a "glimpse" of your less-than-chaste thoughts

For a moment he just listens, curious about the whole ordeal, maybe a bit amused

But if he plays a role in those dirty imaginations of yours...

He's probably outside your window, leaning against a tree and just watching as if there's nothing better to do

Because, to him, there really isn't.

Aside from railing you, that is.

Druig's not someone who beats around the bush but this is one of those rare occasions when he enjoys the act of "chasing"

You don't know that he knows and the power trip he gets from that is satisfying in itself

The rainforest, obviously, gets very hot

And water has the best temperature for swimming in summer at around 4AM

You couldn't sleep one night and decided that maybe a little get away from the community, a moment to yourself and the peace of night would soothe your mind

Druig, of course, tagged along

Not that you would ever know

He doesn't go to bed before you do as a principle

He's just sitting somewhere among trees, perfectly hidden

There's no hurry so you're taking off your clothes slowly, tossing them on the grass

The honesty of your actions, the fact that you're being the truest to your own self right then, gets Druig up and going

And I mean that in more than one way

The crytal clear water is washing over your nude body in gentle waves and he could swear that it was you who came out of the sea foam and not Venus

Because, let's be honest, she's got nothing on you

Venus is most often presented naked and Druig would have zero, even a negative number of, complaints if someone painted you naked

If anyone else would look at it in envy of Druig, he would just boast even more but the second anyone tries anything funny with you, limbs shall be broken. Severly.

In the moonlight, the river looks a lot more inviting and, somehow, enigmatic

Painting you as a woodland or water nymph from Sprite's stories; one that made the greatest of men lose their minds

There's precum leaking from the tip of his cock and he can feel the slick drops running down his leg

You start washing yourself and it's not helping, honestly

Your hands are gliding across your skin and Druig is just about breadth away from coming out and just railing you against the rocks

Damn, how much he wants those hands to be his, gripping and caressing the body he's longed for ever since he laid his eyes on you

Frustrated as all Hell, he rubs his bulge just to ease the tension even a little bit

The slight timidness in his actions is quite surprising, to be honest

It's not like he has never fucked his own hand thinking of you and creating some very vulgar and vivid scenarios in his head

But now that you were in front of him, although fairly far and completely unaware, for the very first time, he feels dirty

But those ridiculous thoughts disappear the moment he can see the blissful expression on your face, moonlight brightening your wonderful features just right

You look completely content and Druig, already sliding his hand into his pants, wonders if that's the face you would have after spending the night with him

He's clenching his jaw like a goddamn vice as he's stroking his dick

The sounds you make are also a lot better than what he could imagine

Maybe you gasp at some animal running through the shrubbery, surprising you, or you moan gently feeling the lukewarm water against your skin. Maybe you start softly humming some folk song

He's going through absolute torture, fucking his fist and not your juicy, tiny cunt

Druig can not recall if he has ever seen something, or someone, this beautiful

So, to some degree, he has made you immortal in those early hours of the day:

Forever remembered as the wonder of the world

[jellycolors]

𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

[p-taryn-dactyl]

i’m adding a few characters to my writing list, if you want to request any of these, that would be great:

jean grey (famke janssen)

ajak (the eternals)

kara danvers (supergirl cw)

caroline forbes (tvd)

edit: lena luthor (supergirl cw)

edit: specifically 50s agatha harkness

<3

[sukibenders]

Unpopular MCU opinion: Ikaris wasn't as bad as everyone is conjuring him up to be, I found his story to be really beautiful symbolically plot wise.

(I actually liked him more than Druig, but this is just my opinion).

[barnes-n-nobles]

Hello beautiful people! I wanted to come on here and let you know that I will be accepting requests for more than just fics. These are the things I will be doing in the future on top of the fics I already write:

Reactions (e.g. Druig react to you being bratty, Bucky reacts to you teasing him)

Fake texts (e.g. text exchange between you and your desired character, could be that you two are se*ting, arguing, being cute, etc:> )

Mood boards (e.g. Stalker Eddie lurking for you, Mafia Bucky yearning for you, King Druig that wants his servant, basically a sorry with pictures with your desired characters or just whatever you want for a mood board)

Short Drabbles

I want to stay active and I want you guys to get more content and not have to wait until I write my long ass stories. This will also help me so it’s a WIN WIN lol I’ll probably think of more stuff as I go along but these are the ones that I got right now

I mostly write DARK triggering things but I can also write different stuff if you guys would like as well. If I’m not comfortable with something I will obviously not write it but I won’t ever post it and make fun of it or anything like that. That’s mean girl energy. My mind is too consumed by the dark side and I’ll write the most vile, taboo, toe curling smut ever and I’ll sleep like an angel LOL so don’t be afraid to request anything. I will never judge.

Super side note : I’m a h03 for anything that has to do with Star Wars, X-Men, Daredevil (anything Marvel really), The Boys, Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Narcos, Austin Butler as Elvis LORDYYY. I’m all over the place MY BAD

[fictionalwh0ree]

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thena

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ajak fluff alphabet

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makkari

ikaris

druig

eros

[brittle-doughie]

Thinking about the acient Y/N cookie

Imagine a Y/N cookie who was part of the first 5 cookies who were baked But this Y/N was the only one who didn't get corrupted by their powers.

Final Days (The Five Beasts)

Granted power by your Creator and tasked to bring your corrupted friends back here wasn’t the hard part…

The hard part was watching them get imprisoned, hearing their pained protests and anguish. It was hard bringing them all to one place and even harder to not fall to each of their temptations..

Mystic Flour didn’t understand why you felt the need to protect such fragile cookies, cookies that can disintegrate into nothing with just a motion of her hand. Why bother spending a fraction of your power for these helpless little things…

Silent Salt couldn’t bring themself to raise their sword towards you, someone they called a friend even after having fallen to darkness. They just didn’t get it, why you cared for these weak pieces of dough….

Eternal Sugar was the most in denial above the rest. She didn’t understand why this was happening, you had to be under someone’s control to do this to her! She thought you loved her! She’ll cry out to you as the chains enveloped her prison, to please look at her, she needs to see your face, your eyes! She weakly cries as you leave her prison, at least tell her that…you…you….

You stood up for those little cookies against him?! Red Spice is trying to rack his brain for any kind of rationalization to your choice and can’t seem to find any! He never thought the day to raise his weapon against you would be now of all times, didn’t do him any good if he’s now stuck here!

The staredown before you and Shadow Milk as his prison traps him in, his hands struggling to keep the bars apart. This was the route you chose?! Why?! It could’ve been you and him, playing the weak cookies beneath you like fiddles, having them dance to your tune! You put those frail pieces of dough before HIM?!

And yet….none of them could bring themselves to hate you for this.

They couldn’t….

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You…don’t really hold onto your power nowadays..less you might end up becoming just like them. It pains you to be dishonest about your capabilities, but..you try to chalk it up as being for the best. Especially in current day.

“Y/N Cookie! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you, the time of the expedition is today! Are you ready to join us?”

You chuckle to him as you finish up prepping your gear, stating that you’ll be with him and the others in a minute!

You wished you never had to go back to Beast Yeast again, but…if it meant possibly finding..her…then so be it!

[frogchiro]

In reference to your other post: Wolf Hybrid!Ghost taking the reader from behind, his mind clouded with lust as he mounts them, lining up his thick cock before stretching them open. He can't help but look down at where they connect, seeing their hole stretched thin over his cock and making him mutter a teasing "Awww... biiig stretch" under his breath, lips pulled into a pleased smirk as he goes to pound town.

I literally came tf did you put in this ask

Wolf dog hybrid!Simon who, if able to, would mount you all the time and not let you off of his dick, his large knot keeping you tied to him and the pointy tip of his lengthy cock leaking and spurting his fertile sperm deep in you :((

Remember that he's huge! Build like a shit brickhouse, broad, burly shoulders, bulky arms and legs, a nice healthy layer of fat on his tummy making him seem even larger and his fluffy tail and pointy, fuzzy dog ears on top of his head only complete the look. Whenever he drapes himself over your smaller, soft body and grinds hips strong hips against you you always loose your balance a bit and whine at him to please not put all his weight on you, you'll break under him!!

But Simon just snuffles and makes a chuffing noise as he pushes his nose right under your jaw to inhale your scent, his fluffy tail wagging like crazy behind him; he wouldn't admit it but he always gets so stupidly happy whenever you're near. His mate is close and all he wants to do is to nip and tease you, herd you away and then mount :((

Imagine Simon thrusting his hips without abandon, so fucking turned on and horny, low growls escaping his maw as he listens attentively to your whines and whimpers and he can't help but smirk at the delicious sight of your poor, swollen pussy stretched open so wide to accommodate his large, heavy cock, his swollen tip hitting against your battered cervix and he almost howls at the feeling of being so so deep in you :(

Si would smirk and slow down his insistent thrusts to a slow in and out and using his thumbs he'd spread your cunt open to see his length stretching you to your limits and it's then when he growls a nasty:

"Aahhh would you look at tha'...Biiig stretch lovie'

And you're both speechless and embarrassed at the same time :(( He threw your affectionate words you use when you find Si particularly cute back at you when you're stretched wide on his dick :(( He's so mean :((

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Monkey business" - Druig x Reader

[TW: catcalling, physical fight, soft dark Druig vibes?]

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

SUMMARY: Druig gets protective when a bold man foolishly decides to step over a line. Who knew he could actually be intimidating?

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.3k

A/N: is mob!Druig a thing? Because it makes me feel a little silly tbh

Druig was capable of controlling the minds of not only others but also himself - always collected, if a little cocky. As far as you knew, there was nothing that could make him lose his composure. So as it always is with human certainty, fate does its best to break it.

As one might have expected, it was you who convinced Druig to take a few days off, let the commune run on its own and for the two of you to truly have time for each other. To some extent, you had reasonable suspicions that he agreed to the little getaway just to make you stop pestering him about it. Or it just took him a little while to realize how much you needed to spend some time exclusively with him. And that's how you ended up strolling through the streets of Dublin, admiring a reality much different from yours. For the first time in your life, having spent so long in the Amazonian rainforest, the chill wind felt good brushing against your face.

Maybe he wasn't going to admit it to you, at least not in public, but if a getaway meant he got to see you dressed in a mini skirt and a tube top, Druig was willing to go for little trips with you a lot more often.

You were sipping on a green tea and peach bubble tea, a drink you swore by, and guiding him in the direction of some old church you wanted to see. Druig found it amusing that you would call early medieval architecture "old" right in his face.

"You're not old, love," you would say. "You're mature, vintage, like fine wine. Classy and timeless like all the other best things in the world."

The promenade was filled with people, each person moving on with their mundane, little life. Druig was enjoying that moment of anonymity, the lack of interest or expectations directed at either of you. He felt physically lighter when an entire community of people wasn't relying on him day by day.

Relative anonymity, to be exact. Yes, to his utmost displeasure you were garnering some attention and not of the innocent, curious type. He was used to staying back, quietly and closely watching as events unfolded to calmly decide the best approach, so Druig quickly noticed each gliding stare that stuck to you a little longer than he thought was acceptable. But he wasn't too surprised by that, not in the slightest - people were always interested in you, although you seldom noticed just how many did.

An unbearable, restless feeling sat in his stomach as he noticed a group of men clearly preoccupied with watching you, occasionally whispering something to one another. Dressed in faux gold and knock-off designer goods, they almost looked presentable. Their dark gaze followed each of your movements like vultures circling a dying prey, waiting for the right moment to strike. He knew that look, knew what thoughts hid behind it - mainly because once he wore it too, before that fateful day when he kissed you against a tree.

Considering the alarmed gut feeling he couldn't shake off, Druig might as well have been gifted with the ability to look into the future:

"I've got something else you can suck on!"

Druig felt your fingers squeeze his hand but, otherwise, you seemed unmoved by the unsavoury comment. Almost as if it wasn't the first time. He may have been beyond angry at the disgusting comment but the notion that it wasn't the first time, that someone had the guts to be so disrespectful to you, made him blindly furious.

"Hey, fopdoodle, that's no way to talk about a lady!" Druig yelled back. "Apologize."

"Gettin' pissy 'bout a joke? Where's ya humour, lad?" The man and his knockoff-wearing friends cackled.

"Right by the respect for women. Two things you seem to lack."

"Wanna fight me, little man?" the man asked while opening his arms - the universal invitation to a brawl. His friends were standing still as if their only role in that carry-on was to create an artificial mob.

But Druig refused to fight as a principle. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he wasn't going to raise a weapon. When the matter regarded you, however, he could never quite stick to his resolution but that quirk transpired into every aspect of his life: he waited for you to fall asleep first, you ate first and he shared his thoughts only after you've said whatever was gnawing at your mind. It seemed as if all of his care and attention was devoted to you and he had simply no more left to spend on himself.

Maybe it sounded horrible to some degree but you weren't worried for Druig, even if the men he was standing up to were physically bigger than him. He was this immortal, space demi-god, how could a mediocre mortal ever equal him in any way, shape or form? Besides, being capable of mind control meant that he could, quite obviously, omit a fight altogether should he want to.

"I don't have to."

"Oi, you're just chicken shit. Hey, pretty lady." The man's attention was once again on you. Druig shifted his body to cover you more and you couldn't be entirely sure whether it was conscious. 'Scared' was the last thing he was. "I'll treat you better than that chicken shit."

"Come on, Druig." You paid no attention to the taunting. "Let's just go."

He looked at you for a moment. Druig's face seemed to soften for a second when he noticed the resignation in your eyes. Then he squinted and took a ragged breath.

The situation took a dramatic turn in the blink of an eye:

Suddenly, one of the man's accomplices held his arms behind him while the other began landing sucker punches to his abdomen and chest. Druig was just standing there, his hands behind his back and you didn't need anything else to know that it was his doing. Although you weren't fond of him committing violence, you knew better than to start a fight about that - he was just one of those people who did whatever they set their mind to. The first time he needlessly escalated a situation like that, you were left completely baffled, never expecting such a collected man to have it in him. As time went by and you got to know Druig better, you realized it wasn't that there was some restless malice sitting deep in his viscera. The fact was that he cared, more than you were capable of imagining, maybe even more than he was letting himself feel. Perhaps there was a moment when the amount of affection and worry he had for you was simply overwhelming and he knew no other way to express it; like his body was experiencing such gut-wrenching sorrow or love that it turned to violence to hopefully get rid of the source of those unbearable sensations.

After a good few minutes of relentless punching, the man was basically hanging on his arms that were still tightly held by his, now zombie-like, friend. With a chilling calmness in his step, Druig approached the panting, groaning man. He leaned down to the man's face, their noses nearly touching. The audacious guy moved his face away from Druig in fear.

"Where's ya humour, lad?" Druig asked with mockery spilling out of each spoken word. He was staring at the frightened face of the once too-bold man, basking in his pathetic desperation. "Don't you dare talk to her like that," he whispered to the man. He patted the guy's cheek condescendingly before walking away.

Druig's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. His warm hand ghosted over your hip. You felt his lips place a long kiss on your head before he spoke:

"So where were we going?"

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[chiefdirector]

Hi! Cuddling with Makkari headcanons please?

Cuddling with Makkari would include...

Makkari, unlike some other speedsters, has had the time to learn how to slow down so cuddling is somewhat normal...

except from when something takes her thoughts away and she suddenly aps of to quell her newest interest, leaving you in a pile of blankets and pillows alone.

she doesn't like to have the majority of her arms inaccessible (so she can speak) so she likes to be the little spoon

but on sparing occasion, she will be the big spoon

totally loves to have snacks when cuddling

it just enhances the experience

she would grow quite flustered if one of the other Eternals caught you two cuddling, so she tends to do it where she can ensure privacy

in contrast, she loves short hugs at all hours of the day.

Masterlist

[lemonsuponlemons]

Druig + corruption kink

This concept makes me (s)cream

He kinda watches the community living its simple, peaceful life

And he notices you, carrying something, with flowers in your hair/on your head

Waving and smiling at the kids running by

Druig realizes that you’re the personification of what humanity can be

And that innocence of yours really gets to him

It's like a juicy peach begging to be eaten

Druig basically slithers his way into your life

Rest of Eternals show up and they quickly notice that he's more interested in you than anything else

The world may be ending but you're not wearing a bra today because it's too hot. I mean, the choice should be harder

From the moment he opens his mouth for the very first time, he has you flustered

All the compliments and little touches

"My beautiful, beautiful (Y/N). Aren't you shining today?"

"Well, aren't a beautiful little flower?"

When you blush and laugh nervously at his words, Druig is using all of his power to not fuck you dumb in the middle of the village

(he would definitely be into that, just railing you against the tree while everyone else just carries on with their tasks)

He sweet-talks you into his bed but don't misunderstand: he's being genuine with his words. Druig means every word that leaves his mouth. He's just smooth AF

Dirty talk in Irish accent

scottish and irish accents make me scream tbh

"You feel so fucking good"

"You're so pretty getting fucked"

"Fuck, you're tight, love"

"Have you any idea how long I've waited for this?"

Speaking of peaches, Druig eats pussy like a famished man

Absolutely loves how you react and it gives him so much satisfaction

You always appear so innocent and now you're making the most lewd of sounds he's ever heard

If you beg him, Druig might just lose his damn mind

I feel like the actual intercourse would be more sensual

He's going deep and hard

Foreheads touching, holding your neck/jaw

He wants to hear every little whimper and moan you make

Each whispered "please" or "Druig" is making him scream inside

If you scratch his arms, he's going to wear that sleeveless shirt all the time

It's like showing off an Olympic medal

You, on the other hand, are trying to hide the lovebites

And Druig is getting cocky seeing how you're pulling at your clothes to cover them

Maybe next time he can give you one in a place impossible to cover

[redheadspark]

Bliss

Summary - Druig knows how to bring you bliss

*Got the idea for this one shot from this Gif*

Warnings - SMUT SMUT SMUT! This is 18+, NO MINORS ALLOWED FROM HERE ON OUT!

A/N - I am no SMUT writer by trade, so bear with me :D

You fell back into the bed, your breath barely on your lips as your thighs were trembling and your orgasm was now dwindling to a small simmer.  Sweat itched along your skin, thanks to the solid body on top of you that was holding you close and still buried deep inside of you, watching your body shake from your post orgasm.  His eyes were wide, nearly black with no evidence of the sapphire blue they naturally were, his lisp plump to almost crimson in the moonlight, and his skin with its sheen of sweat along his porcelain skin.  

"That was…..I can't even talk" You tried to say, but your voice was nearly gone with a small smile on your lips as the man above you merely chuckled and ruffled his own brown hair from his eyes.

"Don't say a single word, darlin'." He hummed, leaning back down to have his arms on the mattress below you, digging his forehead against your shoulder as he rolled his hips deeply and slowly.  You mewled, arching into him as you clung onto his shoulders, knowing fully well that he was not done with you.

Neither you were done, not with what you went through.

This was not the first time you two were in bed together, nor would it be the last.  But it felt like your first time, not with the intensity and the lust that was seeping under your skin as you both were gasping for air and pouring your love to one another, but with the intense love you both had for one another for centuries and centuries on end.  

Being together on the Domo for some time as friends before realizing your feelings for one another brought your paths together as lovers, then as a married couple.  You never thought in your wildest dreams that the Mind Controlling Eternal, the very one who was aloof to outsiders and sarcastic by nature, would fall head over heels in love with someone like you. He was wrapped around your heart so naturally and organically that before you knew it, you realized that your heart was taken by him and there was no way to be without him.  

You both went along with the evolution of humans, seeing the good, the bad, and the ugly.  Even within your own family of Eternals and how straining it was getting with one another, you both stayed side by side.  Druig's heart was beyond massive for the sake of the humans, for wishing them peace and tranquility on that small and fragile planet.  So when he decided to walk away after seeing a genocide unfold in front of his eyes, you joined him. How could you stay behind and let the love of your life walk away?  He was part of your soul, half of your heart, and neither one of you wished to be parted. 

"Uggh….Oh fuck Druig," you moaned against his head as his hips were staying consistent, rolling sleep and slow as you felt his cock slide in and out of you.  You were feeling that tension again, the burning in your thigh muscles since your legs were bracketing Druig's hips with ease, your arms shaking while you clung onto his muscular shoulders, and your core finding that flicker of pleasure again while he kissed your skin over and over.  One of his hands moved from under the pillow where you were, bracing your jawline to have your head stay in one spot while he was still fucking you deeply.  You loved when he did this, his actions were both filthy and intimate at the same time.  Holding you close as you fucked, perhaps thinking that you two could blend into one as he made you cum multiple times.  

This was how he loved you: showing you with his actions along with his words how he loved you and would never stop loving you.

You moved your head to kiss his palm that was against your jawline, feeling him thrust again to have you moan silently and feel his thumb trace your lower lip.  Without you thinking about it and merely thinking about the pleasure that was now etched within you, you slide his thumb into your mouth.  He moaned against your neck.

"Fuck," he growled, his thrust never slowing as your hand moved down to grasp at his ass through the thin sheet that was covering it.  He huffed and moved his head to gaze at you with heavy eyes, seeing his thumb in your mouth as you locked eyes with him with a blissed-out face, "You want me to make you cum again, don't ya?"

Releasing his thumb with a pop, you grinned as he gave a particularly hard thrust, you moaned out, "Do it,"

His eyes narrowed: challenged accepted.

Having this kind of love with Druig was nothing short of amazing.  Built on the solid foundation of friendship and devotion, you both could take on the world if you wanted to.  Yet you and Druig didn't wish for that, you both instead settled for your little village in the Amazon.  A slice of paradise amongst the soldiers that followed Druig, underneath the massive trees, and hidden from the rest of the world.  The love that was blossoming over time between you and Druig was now thriving and evolving, spending mornings in bed together and long walks amongst the trees.  Druig never strayed from you, and he proved it again and again.

Druig loved running the village and caring for the families that were growing as the years went by, and you saw the new side of Druig that was hidden for so long because of his inability to step in and help humans.  It made you proud to see him care for his villagers, to see the brightness in his eyes and within his tone, and you wished that would never go away.  

Even after 500 years when your Eternals family came back to find you two to stop the ending of the world with them, nothing seemed to slow the pair of you down.

Moans were filling the room for the pair of you now as Druig was now determined to make you cum again, you letting him as his hips were now snapping and his eyes never leaving your face as you were melting with the sensation.  You felt that drive in his hold along your body, in his whimpers along his lips,  and in his eyes as he was watching you get closer and closer to teetering over the edge.  He knew just how to make you cum: his rough fingers along your body or inside of you, his sweet and yet filthy words in your ear, and even his cock that was perfect in length and girth that seemed to be created to only fit inside of you.  Inwardly, you thanked your lucky stars that you both were Eternals with extended energy, being able to fuck all night without a single need for a break.  

This led to your record: 14 straight hours back in the Amazon when you two went off together on your anniversary back in 1869.

This time, this was more than a simple act of love or fuck session.  The world almost ended, and you all almost lost everything you knew thanks to Arishem and his need to bring Tiamut to life and a new balance to the universe.  Yet you all stopped it, not wishing to let this planet go to waste since you grew to love it over the centuries. It was a relief that there was no more danger for any of you to worry about, and to think that you were so close to losing Druig at the hands of Ikaris, you thought of the worst.  

Seeing him walk up to you with a few cuts and bruises, yet alive and well, you had to hold him close and engrain him in your mind.

He must have felt the same, whisking you away from the rest of your group. Which then brought you to your current predicament.

"I'm close…I'm close Druig…" You moaned against his head as he was not slowing down with his hips and his open-mouth kisses against your jawline.  He hummed, his spare hand moving down to rub his thumb against your clit as he was thrusting deeper and deeper.  You moan hotly from the touch, your legs sprawling out at this point as he keeps the adrenaline going.  

"You don't have to tell me, I can feel ya flutterin' against my cock," he growled as you were feeling that sensation in your toes moving up to be along your spine, "I know your body and what makes ya tick, right?  I know where to touch, where to lick, where to….where to fuck," 

He rubbed your clit hard, making you moan with no abandon as he chuckled to pause and sit up a bit.  He looked down at your body, seeing him undone you were yet at the same time tight wound.  Your hair askew, your breast etched in hickies and exposed for him to savor, even the gorgeous sight of where you two were connected along your hips.  

But what got him was your eyes, the same eyes that he fell for when he first saw you on the Domo.  The same eyes that saw his painful and tear-jerking moments throughout the years but never repeated.  The same eyes that poured love into his own when he felt he was undeserving.  He swore a long time ago when he first kissed you at sunset, he would do anything and everything in his power to keep you in his life.  

Centuries later, he held onto that promise. 

"I love you," He hummed, the tone of lust simmered as you gazed up at him with lust in your own eyes.  You felt that love seep under your skin, even in the heat of fucking you both would find a way to have another layer of intimacy with each other.  Perhaps you were thinking that he was going to die because of Ikaris, or that was world was so close to ending, but you two looked at one another as if nothing else existed in the world, or in that little room.  

You leaned up, moaning as you did since he was involuntarily thrusting in you to make you tremble.  Druig moaned too, though it was silenced by you kissing him softly.  He kissed you back,  feeling that gentleness along your lips as you framed his face in your hands.  Although you knew of it being a distraction, moving one hand to be placed in his chest to give him a push.

Within a second, he was sprawled on his back as you were now riding him.  He grinned as you gently grasped his throat, feeling him gulp as you too locked eyes with that intensity again.

"Love you more," You replied, then giving one hard roll.  Druig moaned loudly as his eyes rolled back in bliss.

The End

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