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valeskafics · 3 months

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"The Chase" - Oliver Quick x Catton!Reader

a/n: shoutout to @barbiedragon and @aemondsbabe for encouraging this nastiness 😈🩷

Summary: Now that Oliver's ensnared you in his web, he has no intention of ever letting you go.

TW: DUBCON, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, chasing, fingering, oral f receiving, semi public sex, allusions to murder, yandere behavior, p in v sex, unprotected sex, manipulation (duh it's oliver), elspeth lowkey being ignorant as fuck, reader is an adopted catton

Word Count: 2,000 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

Oliver knows that he has to have you the moment he sees you walk onto the Saltburn grounds. You’re stunning, intimidatingly so, and you carry yourself with a self-assuredness and confidence that even rivals Felix’s. You stroll in, throwing your arms around your brother and then your sister, a bright smile on your face as you tell them all about how your gap year has been. Farleigh rushes to embrace you next, and then finally your parents. Oliver watches as they all fuss over you, the shiny new toy, leaving him forgotten on the sidelines. It annoys him as much as it intrigues him. His interest in Felix is quickly shifting toward you, the youngest Catton. He soon learns that you’re adopted, hearing Elspeth mumble to herself as she tries to remember your country of birth.

“We adopted her from… Oh, Sudan? Cambodia? One of those third world countries. Maybe one of the ones that end with -istan.”

He sees the way you cringe at your mother’s ignorance before turning to him, giving him a quick hug, welcoming him to your family’s home. All thoughts of seducing Venetia, the eldest Catton, are quickly gone from his mind. No, not when you’re there.

You’re absolutely perfect for him.

After a night of drunken revelry shared between all of you, Oliver lays in wait on the deck. He knows you like going on a morning run around the Saltburn grounds - Farleigh was teasing you about it last night, after all, saying that you’d be too hungover to do it while Felix teased and said you’re a woman of principle and would never be able to live with yourself if you didn’t. Almost like clockwork, just around eight in the morning, he sees you jogging toward the mansion, your hair tied back, wearing a pair of running shorts and a sports bra, body glistening with sweat. His icy blue eyes trail over your form, taking in every inch of exposed skin as quickly and greedily as he can.

“Morning, Ollie,” you greet cheerfully, taking off your headphones, “You and the lads have any plans today?”

He shakes his head, gesturing for you to take a seat beside him, “No. Pretty chill day. Care to join me?”

“I would, but I’ve actually got plans,” you say apologetically, untying your hair and shaking it out, “Haven’t even gotten to see my mates yet since getting back.”

Oliver hides his disappointment well, giving you a charming grin, “Aw, you can’t even give me five minutes of your time?”

You giggle, a sort of girlish innocence about you that makes him want you all the more, “You’re here for Fel, not me. He doesn’t like it when V and I talk to his friends.”

“That overprotective of you two, huh?” He asks, leaning forward in his chair, elbows resting on his thighs as he arches a brow.

“Well, protective over his friends is more like it when it comes to V. She has a habit of sleeping with them,” you tell him conspiratorially, “With me, it’s just him being an annoying big brother even though we’re quite literally the same age.”

“Aw, that’s cute. He’s protecting his little sister,” Oliver grins, his voice deceptively innocent, “But I do still want those five minutes. Maybe we just don’t have to tell him?”

You bite your lip and Oliver can tell you’re weighing the pros and cons in your mind, whether talking to the cute new guy is worth pissing your brother off. He’s pleased when you decide that it is, taking a seat beside him, your knee grazing against his as you start the conversation in earnest.

“So you and my brother met at Oxford?”

Oliver nods, leaning toward you, close enough that he can smell your natural scent mixing in with the Coco Mademoiselle perfume you spritzed yourself with upon waking up, “Yes. Your mum mentioned that you took a gap year?”

You cross your legs, your foot brushing against his calf, the small action making his cock harden in his pants as you tell him, “I did. I went backpacking in Southeast Asia. Mum was pissed but Daddy told her it was my decision and mine alone. He just gave me the condition that I had to start uni this year.”

Daddy. He likes that. He likes that a lot. He urges you to continue telling him about your travels, listening intently, his blue eyed gaze boring into your own, making sure to make you feel like you two are the only people in the world. Like right now, you’re the only thing that matters to him. Like the ground beneath you could give way and he wouldn’t care because he’s so enraptured by hearing you speak about ancient temples and mango groves and elephant sanctuaries. Maybe it’s because you’re adopted and not completely a Catton, but Oliver senses something special about you.

And realizes how much easier a sweet little thing like you will be to manipulate rather than Felix.

It’s so easy to catch you in the web he’s spun, especially when he tells you about his father’s death, the drugs, the money problems. You’re so sweet, pulling him into a hug, inviting him to watch a movie in your room after Felix has fallen asleep. And bit my bit, you reveal things about yourself to him too. The fact that you’ve never had a boyfriend because of your overprotective brother. That you’ve always felt inadequate when compared to your big sister. That you worry that your parents don’t truly see you as their child.

You lay together on the grass under the stars one night, turning on your side to face him as you whisper, “Sometimes I think you’re the only person I’ve ever met that’s really understood me. Bothered to see past the surface, you know?”

That’s when he kisses you for the first time, slow and sweet, making himself out to be the quintessential summer lover, wanting to be your first everything. Wanting to ingratiate himself so deeply into your life that you can’t imagine it without him.

Oliver often sneaks into your room to sleep beside you, the two of you talking late into the night, giggling about the most asinine of things. And you manage to keep Felix squarely in the dark about all of it. That is, until one night when you take things to the next level. Farleigh walks into your room unannounced, wanting to grab your iPod, but he sees your legs dangling over Oliver’s shoulders, your face twisted in ecstasy, hands grasping at his inky black locks as you grind yourself against his lips. Farleigh quickly leaves the room and informs your brother, who gives both of you a stern talking to.

But Oliver doesn’t let that deter him. All it does is make him stick a pair of your knickers in your mouth the next time so no one hears you.

He knows the good times are about to come to an end when Felix learns the truth of his circumstances. And he knows Felix must have told you. Your sudden change in attitude toward him is frustrating. You’re not cold or unkind. You’re just quiet. When he kisses you, you just turn away, saying you’re a bit tired.

Oliver needs to fix this.

He seeks you out during the party your family throws for him, watching the way you rush toward the hedge maze, your hair flowing behind you, the angel wings that you wear matching with Felix sparkling under the light of the moon. You clearly want to get away from him, from everyone. But Oliver doesn’t care. He follows after you, grasping at the white fabric of your skirt, holding you in place. You freeze for a moment when you hear him call your name, only to wrench yourself away from him and break into a run.

“Wait!”

Oliver chuckles to himself, thinking that it’ll be nice to work up a bit of an appetite before he finally feasts on you, your footsteps echoing the farther you get from the party. He catches glimpses of you between the hedges. So irresistible, beautiful. So vulnerable. You may not want him after what you’ve learned, but really, that’s just a tiny complication. You’ve been his from the moment he laid eyes on you. And no one, not Felix, not Venetia, not Farleigh, no one is going to keep him from you.

Oliver has a plan. And he’s going to see it through.

He finally manages to catch up to you, lunging at you and grabbing you by the wrists. He pins you against one of the walls of the hedge maze, holding you in place as you thrash and squirm against him.

“Get off! Please!”

Please, you say. How sweet. How innocent.

How corruptible.

Oliver leans in to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling your skin, “No.”

His hands trace the curve of your hips, pulling your body flush against his. He sees the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the way your eyes go wide as he snakes his hand between your thighs, rubbing at you over the fabric of your underwear. He can see how you hate yourself for the way your body betrays you, the way your tight little cunt squeezes around his fingers when he pushes them inside you. When you try to close your eyes from the sheer shame of it, he bites down hard on your neck, a silent order to keep your gaze on his. Oliver keeps your wrists above your head as he fucks you with his fingers, your breath coming out as soft pants as you grind your hips downward. He hears you cry his name and he knows he’s found that sweet spot of yours. Oliver rubs at it furiously, watching as your lips fall open in a silent scream, your eyes rolling back as he continues, feeling you soak his fingers within moments.

Oliver gives you little time to rest before he’s unbuttoning his trousers, freeing his long, thick cock, the tip already leaking with evidence of his arousal. You look terrified and yet amazed at how big he is, and he can tell you’re wondering if he’ll even fit inside your sweet little virgin pussy.

“Don’t worry,” he coos, slapping the fat head of his cock against your clit, watching the way your body trembles, “I’ll make it fit.”

You gasp as he sheathes himself inside you. You’re so fucking tight, he thinks to himself as he grits his teeth, feeling your body pulsating around him. He can’t even fit all the way inside you, he muses, holding your hips in place as he slowly begins to fuck you. Your eyes water from the sting, but he watches the way your face twists, sweat beading at your temples as he fucks you. You like this. He can see it in your eyes.

The moon casts a shadow of the two of you on the ground. Oliver with his horns and you with your wings. The sight of it makes him want you all the more. Here he is, corrupting Felix’s little sister. The sweet little angel he’s wanted all summer. And you have no idea what his plans for you are. His plans to slowly but surely get rid of everyone around you until it’s just you and him.

You let out a quiet mewl of his name, bucking your hips, wanting to take him deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against your most pleasurable spot with every thrust. He drives into you harder, holding you in place by the hips. He fucks you like he hates you, he fucks you like he loves you, you don’t know.

All you know is you may not have wanted this, but now, you think you’d die if he stopped.

Oliver rests his forehead against yours, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

The chase is over.

He has his prey.

#oliver quick x reader #oliver quick x you #oliver quick #oliver quick fic #oliver quick smut #barry keoghan #saltburn fanfiction #saltburn fic #my writing #oliver oneshot

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wormswurld · 3 months

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he hit me (and it felt like a kiss) // cattonquick, one-shot, 560 words, face slapping with a hint of dom/sub undertones; enjoy! ✨

"felix.." oliver whined pathetically. like a dog to his master, he always came back, no punishment of any kind could keep him away from felix. felix catton. the sole reason he got himself into this mess. "y-you can't just throw me away" mewled the love-drunken deer, voice cracking with deep seeded regret. what a funny word. regret. in all honesty, it never really would be able encompass the complex nature of his emotions. but that didn't matter anymore. he knew this was the end.

"just get the fuck away from me ollie!" felix shouted with disdain, words practically dripping in venom. in a desperate attempt at salvaging whatever he thought this was, oliver began to stagger his way towards the angel. a heavenly light which once shone brightly quickly dimmed as the boy approached. oliver's warm breath fanned across felix's lips, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes still hanging in the air between them. "i was just giving you what you wanted. like everybody else does!" poor oliver quick. his wailing had no use for what felix had in store.

a loud slap filled the little space between them. felix's eyes stay glued to oliver's hand that cradled his now redden cheek. a subliminal kiss. "again" oliver urged the boy in a hushed whisper, his blown out pupils finally meeting felix's cold gaze. "what?" replied felix questioned bluntly, confused on why anyone would ever ask for such a thing. but he wasn’t dealing with just anyone. he was dealing with oliver quick, the boy who just asked to be slapped in the face again. and not just slapped again, but harder. though, felix didn’t know that. at least not yet.

"hit me again felix" pleaded oliver, shaky hands gripping the sides of felix's white cotton tank top. felix scoffed, his eyes filled with a mix of sympathy and disgust. no matter how depraved oliver's actions were, he knew he could never deny oliver of his wants. his needs. with bated breath oliver waited for the next slap, closing his eyes to feel the sharp sting that awaited his already irritated cheek. clenching his fist, felix eyed oliver again. what the fuck has he gotten himself into.

"pleas-" before oliver could even finish his final plea felix smacked him across the face. oliver let out a guttural moan, the contact shared between felix's large hand and his cheek sent shockwaves throughout his body. his cock now straining harder against his tight jeans. now fully aware of the noise he pulled out of oliver, felix gasped in awe. "oh...you like that" he purred, tongue quickly swiping across his teeth. a beast has now entered the maze.

"yes" oliver gasped, his voice shaking arousal, "i like it felix..." his words now slurring together the longer gazed upon the fallen angel. seeing this moment as an opportunity felix gripped the sides of oliver's cheeks, making sure to dig his thumb hard into the cheek he marked with his touch. oliver inhaled sharply, not even daring to break eye contact with the boy towering over him. "good" felix replied sharply, quickly dropping oliver's face as he made his way towards the entrance of the maze. not even bothering to bid oliver a farewell as he exited.

excruciatingly hard and confused, oliver stood alone left to pick up the pieces felix left him once more.

#cattonquick #felix catton #oliver quick #saltburn #felix x oliver #jacob elordi #barry keoghan #oneshot #saltburn fanfiction #wormswurld posts 🌟#lgbtqia

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redheadspark · 10 months

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Hello! I’m using the anon setting since I’m shadowbanned from tumblr and can only make asks by being anon 😭

But I LOVE your Druig x reader stories! They’re always such a great surprise to see them in the tags. So if the number hasn’t been taken, I was hoping to pair 4 & Druig! With A being reader and B being Druig’s lap?

Happy Summer!

A/N - Ah, silly tumblr for making you anon! I love this request though, anon! Thank you for requesting this!

Deal

Summary - The only person Druig was ever soft with was you.

Warnings - Just some fluffiness!

“Alright, how does this look?”

“…..a bit complicated,”

Phastos huffed and looked at you and you shrugged at him, seeing him point at the new invention that was rotating a bit above his work station.

“This is a work of art!” He reasoned with you as you nodded in agreement.

“Never said it wasn’t,” You explained as you paused briefly, “It’s just complicated for the humans and where they are when it comes to their evolution. This will scare them!”

“She’s right you know,” A voice behind you and Phastos rang in the room, you two whirled around to see your significant other, leaning back in his perch against the wall and eating an apple with a large smirk on his face.

Druig was always one to give his two cents when it came to Phastos and what he was working on. Although Druig and Phastos were good friends and there was never bad blood, Druig liked to rile him up every once in awhile. Maybe he knew the humans a bit more as well, understanding what they could and couldn’t handle. His heart was soft for the species, though he would never dare to wear that softness on his sleeve.

You grinned, which didn’t match Phastos’s glare.

“Who asked you?” Phastos asked, not in a mean way but with a hint of agitation, “You never like any of my inventions anywho,”

“On the contrary, your inventions are quite remarkable,” Druig reasoned with him, taking one more large bite from his apple before continuing with a large smirk directed at the inventor, “The humans simply aren’t ready for something as massive as this. Perhaps you’re jumping the gun,”

You could tell Phastos was about to release some anger on Druig. So you moved over to place a hand on Phastos’s arm to stop him.

“How about you go take a break and maybe talk to Ajak about it? I’m sure she would love to hear about this,” you explained to him, seeing him look away from Druig and back at you with softness back in his eyes. You would always have to step in when it came to Phastos and Druig butting heads, which was never a huge deal. They both appreciated you playing peacemaker, as Druig’s lover and Phastos good friend. They loved each other deep down, but you knew they needed a referee.

Sighing, he nodded his head as you patted him on the shoulder. Walking out of the lab with large strides, you were finally left in the lab with Druig. Looked over at him, Druig took the last bite from the apple as he grinned widely at you with a cock of his head.

“That wasn’t kind of you, Dru,” You advised him as you walked over to him slowly, seeing him shrug as he tossed the pit of the apple to the side and folded his hands in his lap.

“Eh, he knows I mean well,” Druig reasoned as you stood in front of him, “And it’s too soon for humans anyways! Better to hear it from you and I than from Ajak.”

“Ajak is reasonable with his inventions, you know that,” You said to Druig. Ajak was another person that Druig would sometimes have scuffles with, merely because on how she viewed Arishem compared to how he did. Ajak was a great leader, kind in her words and had a great mind to what we had to do for the humans. But she also had to follow the orders of the Celestial of Judgement, which irked Druig since he could never completely help the humans and keep them safe.

“Here, come sit with me,” Druig said as he took your hand in his, gently tugging you to sit in his lap and wrap your arms around his neck as his arms snaked around your waist, “I haven’t seen you all day today. I missed ya,”

“I was only gone for a few hours,” You reminded him as he sat up and it and nuzzled his nose into your hair, “I had to go on patrol with Thena and then help some humans with the damage from the last Deviant attack,”

“Felt like ages,” Druig murmured against your jawline as he kissed you softly there, “You even left too early in the morning before I could wake up,”

“It’s called work, my love,” You hummed as he felt his jaw in place and kissed his nose, “You should try it sometime, apart from eating all of the snacks from Gilgamesh’s stash. Should I tell him you were combing though his stash again?”

It was always like this with Druig, being playful with one another and never letting that light fade away. Druig was never his brooding way with you, only to the rest of the Eternals. Especially Ikaris, whom seemed to think of Druig very differently and in a negative light. Perhaps it was Druig’s aloofness and Ikaris being cocky that made them more separate than anything, but you could tell they both had tension.

Druig never once showed that kind of negativity around you, he never would. In fact, he was rather giddy and happy when you two were together. It was softness that was around him and within him when he would hold you or kiss you soundly in the middle of the night. He made you believe that love in real, truly real, and although you were a skeptic to the thought of love at first, Druig brought it to light and made it a reality to you.

So you would love Druig’s love over anything.

Druig tugged you in tighter to have you laugh, seeing him smile as he shook his head, “You wouldn’t dare,”

“Of course I wouldn’t,” You reassured as you kissed his nose once more, “But let’s not take from his snacks anymore. We can get our own, deal?”

Druig scanned his blue eyes on yours, seeing him grin widely down at him as he pushed from of your hair out of your eyes. The smaller touches of his fingers along your skin, his lips against your yours in the dead of night, it was both so simple and yet intense at the same time. Druig never seemed to be one to be soft with anyone, not in his speech or in his actions. There was always a guard up, maybe Druig being afraid to have someone see the beautiful yet decollate heart that he had for some time.

With you though, you made him so soft and he never minded it one bit.

“Deal,” He replied in a hum, leaning up to finally kiss you. The two of your kissing at his perch in Phastos’s lab, the rest of the world rolling on by as you two were soft with one another again.

The End.

June Summer Prompts

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lifelaughloveharrystyles · 3 months

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I need barry keoghan x reader one shots. I feel like i’ve read everything on here. I neeeddddd moreeee. they man is so hot and has constantly been on my mind

#barry keoghan #barry keoghan x reader #oneshot #saltburn

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lostinsaltburn · 2 months

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Just watched Calm with Horses because I am obsessed with Barry's acting and also just him in general. Not gonna lie !

So many fic ideas, that I had to keep pausing and writing them down. Mostly one shots - Dympna and exploring more of his internal feelings, how he feels about his life, where it's heading and of course, filthy filthy smut.

I love that my brain 🧠 comes up with these things but I equally hate it because I have so many WIP's fics to work on.

Should I make an original character to pair him with, make it a cross over with Ollie (I'm thinking they met prior to Saltburn and that's where Ollie got some of that 'lying to get what you want' attitude from) or try my hand at my first x reader fic ?

#calm with horses #saltburn #barry keoghan #oliver quick #felix catton #saltburn 2023 #jacob elordi #saltburn a03 #saltburn brain rot #saltburn movie #dymphna devers #dympna #oneshot #a03 writer #a03 fanfic #fanfic author #fanfic writing #fanfiction

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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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I'm SO excited to see you're taking request, dear friend! Sorry I didn't request earlier since I was at work, but I'm ready for ya! Druig (Of Course)

Prompts:

“It’s quite fascinating. I can always hear you from a mile away, but when we’re talking, you’re always so quiet.” (afraid that means they don’t like them)

“I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.”

EEEKKKK! I can't wait to see what you come up with, my dear! Thanks again, you're so talented!!

Tell me what you're thinking

paring: druig x fem!eternal!reader

a/n: TYSM for requesting Hillary I hope you like what I've done!! so sorry it took me so long i wasn’t feel well and i needed a break but im slowly coming back now! reader has mind reading powers and she can block her mind from others reading her mind when she's focused enough.

warning(s): reader & druig both think they have unrequited love, confessions, fluff, kissing, unedited!

Up on a hill on the outskirts of Babylon sat two Eternals. The sun was just going behind the mountains in the distance, casting a red-orange glow against your skin, You sat with your legs out in front of you and your arms behind you watching as the last light disappeared. You would often come up here to be alone and clear your mind from all the voices you heard swirling through your head due to your powers.

They weren't always easy to deal with, It took you a long time but you can manage to control who's internal thoughts to focus on now. Druig had similar powers to you, he was the only one out of all the Eternals who understood what you were going through. You were envious of him at times though, he could only mind control people and didn't have to deal with voices bombarding his mind all the time, only when he mind controlled someone could he read their thoughts.

Druig sat beside you with his legs crossed fiddling with a small flower he had plucked from the ground. You told him that he should've kept it in the ground so it could've flourished and grown more, he felt a little remorseful when you said that but twirled it between his fingers silently.

This was the second time you had brought Druig to your special place, knowing he sometimes needed to get away from everyone for a while and had some sort of peace. You had that in common with each other seeking refuge in being alone, wanting nothing more than to be isolated since everyone always made you anxious. Something just felt right with Druig and you weren’t sure what.

You had only said a few words to him when you both started your journey to your hill, Druig wasn't usually chatty either but the silence was often comforting between you both.

“It’s quite fascinating," Druig says suddenly, taking you by surprise.

"What is?" you ask.

"I can always hear you from a mile away, but when we’re talking, you’re always so quiet,” he replies.

He watches you in the village, he sees how you are with the people and how you hold yourself. Compassionate and very talkative but with him you always seem to be distant or one-sided, he thought it was because you were so considerate you'd give him a chance to be around you, that maybe you didn't like him as much because of how he was. He couldn't blame you though he was different than the others, the black sheep one might say.

If only he knew that wasn't the case. You keep your gaze on the horizon but could feel his eyes watching you. The more you spent time with him even after so long of witnessing him be mysterious he intrigued you. He was quiet and reserved, something you didn't find in anyone else and it drew you closer to him. Wanting to find some underlying thing about him, something for you only to see but felt so far away since he was so cut off from everyone.

The cool breeze sweeps through your hair and the tension doesn't ease away your feelings for him, only creating a severe endearment and longing to reach out to him and express yourself.

"I can see somethins running through that pretty head of yours,"

He moves closer to you slowly like you're an animal he's trying to not spook away with his movements. You try not to jump when you feel his hand on your arm gently stroking your skin up and down. It ignites heat in its trail from your elbow up to the base of your shoulder

"Please, tell me what you're thinking," he pleads.

You inhale trying to determine whether or not to expose yourself to him, but you were tired of being anxious around him even if he didn't share the same affections you had to get this off your chest.

You turn your body to face him and your eyes lock in a stare. Suddenly the nerves creep back up and you look down at your hands in your lap fiddling with the tassel from your robes.

"I'm thinking that... I care about you a lot and.." before you could stop yourself you mumble out. “I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips,” you mumble.

"What?" he laughs out, the amused smile on his face telling you he heard you perfectly fine. You face plant into your hands trying to hide your face and you muffled out. " you heard me,"

Druig pulls your hands away from your face, leaning down to meet your eye level with a gentle smile. A pause between you two as a sure relief comes over you as you both share a look of concurrence. Words settle on the tip of Druigs tongue as he racks his brain for the right thing to say, until he takes a breath.

"I really care for you Y/N," he says earnestly.

He watches as your eyes light up and your lips upturn into a smile.

"I care for you as well," you reply in a beat.

You both giggle and unintentionally lean toward each other until your foreheads meet and you reach for Druigs hand, taking it and lacing your fingers together. The tension eases away from you both as the sun is now gone and the full moon rises in the east, casting a white glow over you both like a secure shield around your moment. You wished this moment in time could last longer, but eventually, you had to return to the domo for dinner.

So hand and hand you walked back down the hill, and when you returned and made your way to the dining room everyone saw you both together in your position, freezing and stopping their speech.

Everyone had mixed reactions, Sersi squealed and ran over to you both expressing how happy she was, for you both, Ajak and Thena just smiled happily, and Kingo was exasperated how he didn't see it coming. While everyone else was just in shock still.

You and Druig were just blushing at all the attention and went to sit beside one another.

Ajak got everyone to settle down as you all enjoyed Gills cooking and engaging in conversation. As you dug into your dinner you feel Druig's hand settle on your thigh innocently stroking your knee with his thumb as a way of showing endearment. You look over at him and exchange looks of contentment and return back to your food as you listen to your erratic family banter.

tagging: @charlie-heatons-whxre @a-lumos-in-the-nox

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imagine-it · 2 years

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“A GOOD NIGHT WITH A GOOD BOY”

SYNOPSIS:

Druig had that proud pose and all-too-familiar unshakable expression since you seeing each other for the first. You used to find him boring for that, though also intriguing. He was difficult to deal and almost impossible to live with at times. But sometimes he also was the sweetest guy on earth. And for you, now he's the best friend you could ever had in your entire life. Also, he can be such a good boy. Even if Druig isn't good for your head and heart, even if he's always unbearably bossy and incisive, you discovered the different shades of him... The shades he shows only when he's with you.

CONTENT: switch!Druig x switch!Reader, eternal!Reader, fem!Reader; a lot of smut and explicit words, a lil bit of degrading kink, a lil bit of praise kink; a lot of fluff and sentimentalism. All content is consensual!!

I'm thinking abt make it a "shortfic" imagine with lot of stories abt how Druig and the reader became friends and then become a couple. Please tell me if u like the idea! <3

This should've be Druig sub till the end, but I couldn't control myself jsgwisgdidv!! And that Switch!Druig au just drove me crazy 😳... y'know, wish I could be the reader 😳

Don't dare read if you're a minor and go do your homework. Sensitive and adult content bellow. You've been warned! :)

If u like, hear while reading:

"Look at me." you ordered, grabbing those brown strands between your fingers.

Looking at him through the mask of pride and hate, you found a lonely and sensitive man. He was unexpectedly affectionate and submissive. At least when he was with you.

And in that moment, Druig's eyes were begging for any attention you could give him.

He looked like he was about to cry as he begged for you. "Please..." The blue eyes glued to yours and the mouth so pretty let the sweet voice sound. "Please kiss me." he begged, moaning your name at the end.

Your right foot did a great job on stimulating the wet member under the thin fabric. And with both arms tied, Druig couldn't do anything but heed your orders and beg like a dog — and it wasn't like he wanted to resist all that.

A mischievous smile graced your lips and biting the lower one for a second, you pondered whether you should really spoil him right now.

And you decided yes. "You were a good boy, Druig." Yes, he was a good boy. And yes, he deserve a kiss. A long, wet one, more delicious than anything in the world. But not now.

"So needy." You teased him, earning a gasp in response.

Ur hands traveled a slow path from his neck to Druig's hard cock, teasing him until he couldn't anymore. Your lips were too busy with his exposed skin to say anything at that moment. And suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed your mind as you heard him moan and plead so sweetly once more.

"Kiss Me." He insisted.

And you denied. "Not yet." Druig trembled.

Ending all contact for a brief second, you laid that man's strong body on the bed, stripping him of all unnecessary clothes for the moment.

The sight of a naked, panting, flushed Druig hit you hard. Knowing that only you could see and fuck him like this. It was like you could come just from that.

Savoring a unique image, you sat on your man's uplifted cock to tease him as you undressed yourself. And the Eternal's watchful eyes sent a shiver down ur spine and a twinge in the pit of your stomach. Fuck... He always made you feel like the most wonderful, sexiest woman in the world.

And without taking your eyes off his, you ran your hand over your skin, playing with the thin, almost transparent lingerie strap. Gradually you withdrew it piece by piece, making sure not to move an inch on his cock.

You enjoy torturing him as much as you enjoy having him inside you.

Completely naked, you returned to the starting position, laying your body on top of him.

Druig's blue eyes never left your breasts, so full and delicious. So ready for him. The sensitive, erect nipples that seemed to beg for the Eternal's experienced mouth. Only he himself could know how much he loves every part of your body, but this one in particular... Ah, he had some fetish in having you in his arms while he savored every part of your chest.

"Druig, dear..." You whispered, snapping him out of his impure fantasies. Kissing his slightly flushed cheeks next.

And sliding your palm over his uncovered abdomen, teasing him with your nails, you went down a little further, finally feeling the bulging veins and the typical heat of that man's arousal.

Druig was so hard. So deliciously ready to enter you and let you fuck yourself on top of him.

But again, it wasn't time yet. "Be a good boy." You encouraged by sensing how impatient he was.

Making a point of facing the blue expanse in front of you, you brushed your body against his as you caressed the damp head of his throbbing cock.

A long gasp left Druig's swollen red mouth. He bit his lip and arched his body as you circled such a sensitive place, pressing hard enough and taking him from heaven to hell in a second when you stopped, testing the limits of his patience. "More." He asked. But it seemed a little too bossy for you.

"Ask right and maybe I'll do it." You whispered roughly against his ear.

"Please give me more!" He uttered it loud and desperate. It made you completely lose your mind.

He wanted you so much. To feel you, to have any part of you. Touch you.

And that was so genuine. Druig can be so fucking provocative and he knew it.

In one second, both breaths became one as you brought your face closer to the Eternal, "I'll give you what you want, m'love." and so you feel the mouths rubbing of as you talk, just to teasing him.

The clash of lips then was initiated by him, who couldn't stand being so far away from you anymore. And responding as eagerly as you were received, you explored every corner you could, savoring the wetness and softness of that tongue. Tangled together and nibbling on Druig's bottom lip afterwards, your kiss came and went, your tongue reaching the roof of that man's mouth, who had a sensitive spot on every part of his body — and you knew them all.

Your hand went back to working his hard cock and the fingers that slid curiously over the hard wet length of his hard-on made you moan through the Eternal's skillful mouth, imagining everything inside, pulsing hard as you fucked like crazy.

Imagining the two of you as one.

"Enter my mind, Druig."

And he did. He could access every one of your fantasies at that moment. And that alone made him pulse even harder against your experienced palm.

"You liked it?"

He nodded, dragging out a humm because he just didn't have the words for how excited he was at that moment.

And letting it all go up in the air, you kissed him one last time before rising fully onto the bed and giving Druig the insider's view of just how wet you were.

Clutching your own arousal between your fingers, you teased him then, "I'm dripping for you, Druig." and his name sounded like a melody coming out of your mouth.

Fingers wet with your own arousal found your lover's crimson lips, who instinctively opened his mouth at the typical scent, which he particularly adored. Especially when he was between your legs, driving you crazy for him with his tongue.

"You want more?"

And no response was needed. You just sat against that guy's handsome face. He had his mouth open and tongue out, begging for it without words.

You could feel yourself instantly losing your mind as Druig tasted every part of your wet pussy with devotion.

His tongue traveled a delicious path between your entrance and lips and he knew very well what he was doing. It was tough, it was good. He was so fucking skilled at that and everything he did to you.

Suddenly the thought that he would have done this to others irritated you, but you just didn't want to spoil the moment. Because now the only one making him beg to be tamed was you.

And dispelling any other worries, his voice rang in your head. "It has always been you."

And it was impossible not to moan at that, in addition to the continuous stimulation in your sensitive parts.

Could you be luckier? What a wonderful man, you thought. And you was sure he was blushing, because he could read everything in your head thanks to your order from earlier.

"You like to be complimented, don't you?" Stroking the Eternal's sweat-soaked strands, you continued. "What a nice boy. You suck so good." Your voice didn't sound as good as it used to, thanks to the man who made you lose your composure.

Gasping louder as his nose brushed your clit nonstop, you thought you'd never been so grateful for a man with a big nose in your entire life.

And listening impatiently, Druig decided to drop the game for a moment and untie his own arms, taking your ass in a strong grip between his hands to guide the rhythm of your hips that rolled over his face.

"Fuck…" You cursed, feeling him suckle your clit and press his tongue there. He licked and sucked like his life depended on it. He gave everything to give you pleasure. And you went crazy when you touched the wet cock, discovering that Druig had already come just by having you squirming in his face and was already as hard as ever again.

And you were so close to that too. From feel an indescribable pleasure. Every time it felt like a new sensation, how he made you reach ecstasy in different ways. The way this man never let you down... Unbelievable good at everything, god. You're losing your mind, losing every drop of control you had.

This time, the impatient was you.

"Stop it." You uttered, positioning your body next to his.

"Sit down." One more order.

Druig knew you were as crazy as he was, but he wasn't allowed to say so.

And sitting against your man's delicious cock, now completely naked, you whispered bossy to him, "Fuck me."

Druig smiled, not hesitating for a moment as he gripped ur ass tightly and guided the hard cock to your wet entrance with his free hand, thrusting everything inside at once.

The wet sound echoed throughout the room and it brought even more excitement to you. He would go in and out slowly, teasing you and making you feel every inch throb against your warm walls.

"So fucking hot. Damn." He groaned, laying his head between ur neck and shoulder as he thrust in and out. "So tight." Druig couldn't help himself. He was as mad as he'd ever been before. The urge to make you moan and ask for him the rest of the night remained as strong as ever, even though he was doing it right now.

"Druig!" You whimpered, your legs weak as he hit a steady rhythm against your sensitive spot. "Druig, ah..." Your head fell back and breasts were completely exposed as you arched your back, scratching at his shoulders, already completely lost.

He made sure to take one of your erect nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling with pleasure, as he always did. Then he trailed kisses and hickeys both of your breasts, licking and wetting you all over as he squeezed every reachable inch of your skin.

Druig laid your body down on the bed then, getting on top and lifting one of ur legs as he gripped the thick flesh of your thighs, going deeper after.

A scream left your throat and you instinctively covered your mouth. Perhaps the entire building had heard that embarrassing sound. Maybe you liked it more than you should do.

"Dru-Druig..." You stuttered, asking him to look into your eyes.

Druig was busy watching his cock disappear between your warm and tight pussy, listening to the teasing sounds as you moaned his name. It was the perfect match.

But still, he preferred to look into ur eyes, lacing his free hand against yours.

"Do that."

And at that moment, something snapped in his head.

"That what?" He was almost wicked. And maybe you switched roles for a second.

"Fuck me from behind with yours fingers." It was a little embarrassing to admit, even though knew there was nothing wrong with that. But since he fucked you in both entrances, you've never felt the same way when he fucked just one of them. It was still good, but that... Ah, that drive you crazy.

And he knew it well. But you also knew you needed to prepare above all else, because he's sweet and just want you to feel pleasure.

"On all fours." You complied right away.

At this point, the roles were switched.

Now he commanded and you obeyed. Because he knew what was best for you.

With your breasts against the soft sheet and your buttocks high for Druig, you closed your eyes anxiously.

His hot breath hit your still dripping pussy and in that moment you could feel him so close without even seeing.

First, the tongue deftly traced a teasing path from the clitoris to the top of the cox, returning to circle the hole moistened by it. So Druig pressed his tongue, feeling the folds force the muscle out as he pressed his left hand to your ass, making room for his mouth to drop between the thick flesh of ur ass. With his free hand, he caressed your inner thighs and moved up slowly, leaving a smack on your pussy, only to trace ur clit with his fingertip afterwards.

He continued to stimulate you to the maximum, interspersing his mouth between both your entrances so that you relaxed and allowed at least one finger inside. Druig was patient as ever, not only because he loved doing it, but also because he was careful with you.

And hearing your moans and gasps stimulated him even more, that he was trying not to lose his mind and come back to fuck you at any moment.

When he felt you were ready enough, one of his fingers took the place of the deft tongue, which now penetrated your pussy without pity, feeling you totally relaxed.

And without warning, Druig dug his wet finger with your arousal against the hot and tight hole on ur ass.

Knowing that you were completely prepared for him drove him crazy all over again.

He could feel you losing strength at that very moment. Legs shook and you fell, feeling his tongue slip out of your pussy while that finger was still inside you.

He loved it even more when seeing you like this. Simply because he loves who you are, no matter the moment. Because he loves having sex with you, no matter the roles and even without it.

The image that filled Druig's eyes had his cock hooking hard, begging to enter you again.

And you asked for it when you exposed yourself to him, lifting your ass once more with what little strength you had and crying out for that cock while showing your pussy with one hand.

You felt yourself dripping between your phalanges and thighs, then groaned at it. Druig's finger remained motionless, but damn, it was more than enough to drive you crazy, considering how sensitive you already were.

And it all got worse — or better — when he entered you again, slowly filling every inch of your tight interior with a warm thick cock as moving one finger into ur hole in the meantime, in the same rhythm.

Then, you just closed your eyes, seeing stars. It seemed impossible, but you were just as wet in the back as you were in the front. And he made a point of wet you even more, all the time.

"Are you enjoying it?" Druig asked something obvious that you wouldn't mind answering if it was any other time, cuz he knew that yes, you were loving it. But you just wanted to show a little bit of how horny he makes you feel. You wanted to make him proud.

And then, you let every possible sound come out of ur mouth, no matter how embarrassing it was. Because you know Druig will love this.

"It's so damn good." You whispered, barely making yourself heard.

The voice failed, the body sagged and the eyes could barely stay open. The pleasure was so much, almost intoxicating. And Druig didn't need to use his powers for that, because he always made you feel that way. All he did was listen to your head, the dirty noises that came out of it and ended up in your mouth afterwards.

Nothing pleased him more than that. No need to spoke loudly between the two of you, even if he wasn't reading ur mind. Because Druig know every piece of you. He know what you like and what want. And it was always like this since you meet each other. Just like soulmates.

But again, you just wanted to say cuz you know he likes to listen.

"M'love..." The affectionate nickname reached the Eternal's ears like honey. And he could feel how everything was gradually getting blurred in the environment. Everything but you and your voice. "More. Give me more."

And he did. The Eternal gave it his all as he once again switched positions and you felt him lift ur hips to taste that dripping pussy once more. Now, you're facing this hard and wet dick while he tease you more.

Druig smelled you, rubbing both his nose and tongue on all your extension while pressing with the right hand your waist and the left your ass against the face. So you cannot leave his grip.

He watched how red and a little swollen that juicy pussy were from the constant stimulation. And touching it with his tongue again, Druig could feel your flesh tremble and pulse against the warm muscle. He licked from start to finish next, collecting your pleasure in mouth, so he slipped his face once more in your butt, wetting the hole that throb pleasantly for him.

A slurred, tearful groan sounded and this proved you can't take it anymore. You're so close to finished. "Please, Druig. Please." You begged, dying to explode in your man's mouth. "Make me come. Please."

He listened, sucking on ur clit and playing with his tongue on you, sinking his ring finger into your tight little ass mercilessly as he watched your entire body quiver with ecstasy.

Druig finished penetrating your pussy with his tongue and this stimulate even more his hard-on. He swallowed every drop of your juicy liquid, savoring it as if it were the most delicious food ever. He mumbled a moan as he ate you, devotee for every inch of you. "Good, princess." And then he watched with a satisfied smile you fall again from the ecstasy.

Smiling back, half groggy with pleasure, you called out to him softly. "Druig."

"Yes, m'love?" He replied, laying you facing him on the bed. Then your chest rose and fell in a breath of air as you felt him enter your sensitive pussy again, caressing your clit too.

"I know very well what you want. No words needed." He said, also between groans.

The truth is, Druig is as sensitive as you are right now. He had no idea how he could last so long while stimulate you before. "Cum with me, m'love."

He swore he'd come just by enter you, but he could still hold back more.

He wanted to make you squirt, to fuck you again, hot and hard, just like you imagined when you called his name. "You're just like bitch, darling." He murmured next to you, then continued, testing your patience, teasing you even more while rubbing your swallowed clit whit a finger. "So satisfied with my hard dick filling your tight little pussy." And then more.

"For fucks sake." You don't need to tell that all the dirty talk made you even wetter. Because it did. And he knows it.

And he grinned mischievously as he watched ur body, fixated on the image of a completely messy version of you in that moment. "You're only mine, right, m'love?"

So you nodded, incapable to let go a single word. In this very moment, you're a mixture of moans and deep breath. You're just squeezing the sheets while being fucked by the hottest man in the entire universe. Your own man. Druig. And you can't take this much more, but you want.

Grabbing one of your breasts, he watched you arch again when he played with your sensitive nipple. "Cum for me." He said, calling ur name between a hoarse groan.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" You cursed sequentially as he came in and out of you. Druig slip again out slow and then put it in hard. Cuz he knew that rhythm made you horny.

The body trembled with each thrust and the jolts of pleasure enveloped your every molecule. You were completely shivering and when you felt that unparalleled sensation, Druig smothered your scream with a kiss. He also came when your walls tightened him tightly, his cock still moving nonstop inside you. And then he stimulated ur clit again with his thumb, prolonging the delicious sensation of squirting.

You couldn't say anything. Nothing but moan and make sounds you'd never heard yourself make in your entire life. All being drowned out by the avid kiss Druig had given you. Nothing but feel the thight grip on your messy hair between his fingers, pressing your mouth against his, so there's no space left to fill. You were connected like never before. Linked with each other.

Gradually, the rhythm of the thrusts slowed and you felt him leave as he watched the white liquid be expelled by the incessant pulsation of your pussy.

He enjoyed it so much, just like you do. So hot and hard, getting everything inside. An inexplicable feeling.

Then you beheld how his eyes were riveted on your figure. The way he deliciously thrust two fingers in this time, pulling his own cum out of you and then putting it back in. He looked mesmerized. "Can't believe you swallowed every drop of my cum with this tight pussy, m'love."

When he get satisfied with this, Druig twisted your nipple between that two fingers, rubbing one hand against your other breast and enjoying that squish hot feeling on the skin of his palm. He starts brushing the head of his wet cock against you, slipped it over your clit and overstimulating all your senses.

Druig contemplated your face full of pleasure and dirty sounds leaving ur red lips during all that. He thinked of how lucky he is just by know you.

The Eternal took advantage of a wonderful sight until you completely finished coming for him.

"Druig!" You begged his name one last time. "Yes..." And sighed wearily.

Finally your body could rest. The tingling slowly passing as you caught your breath and your awareness of the space that had been lost between so much pleasure.

A shock hit you when you heard Druig's voice whisper in amusement next your ear. "You liked it?" This time, he did it on purpose.

You chuckled, knowing all too well what he was like. "You already know the answer, idiot."

"Ow... You didn't really mean that, did you, my love?" He kept playing as he pouted, whimpering in your ears.

With what little strength left, you turned around, meeting once again the blue expanse of your lover's eyes.

Approaching him in an awkward hug, you let your left-hander relax on one of his fluffy cheeks, staring at him for a while.

"I love you." You said. "I love you so much, Idiot." And now said it completely, grinning.

You could watch his eyes widen, because you weren't much for saying that. Seriously, he could count on his fingers and maybe he only needed two of them. Although now he'll needs three.

It didn't take long for him to break into a gigantic, sweet smile. His dimple appeared and then crossed your mind that it should be illegal how cute and sexy this man could be at the same time.

Druig was so silly... You knew, you always knew he was madly in love with you. And you felt so lucky cuz y'know he such a good boy for the ones he cares about. And this is you.

"I love you too." He said between a sigh, leaning his forehead against yours and closing his eyes.

You stayed like that for a while, just holding each other and enjoying the other's presence in silence. Feeling both breaths against your face and stroking your hair or waist.

You both thought the same thing at that moment: how much you love times like this. Simply nothing and everything at the same time.

And when he told you once again how much he loves you and how you mean everything to him, you thought you lose.

There really is no turning back now. You felt in that moment that you would never stop loving that man. That for some reason made you happy and terrified at the same time.

Your world would crumble without him.

Druig sealed your lips tenderly, then said. "You're my world and home."

And so, one of the best nights of their eternal lives ended between silly smiles and a deep sleep, cuddling after a long and hot shower together.

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giogiorabbit · 2 years

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I just think that Barry Keoghan ……..

Could do anything to me

#barry keoghan #druig #mcu #eternals #druig eternals #makkari and druig #chernobyl #dunkirk #druig x makkari #makkari #marvel #the killing of a sacred deer #the batman #druig oneshot

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dreaminginpastels · 2 years

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Hello again, as I said in the comments to your amazing imagine if you wanted to do a part 2 to your Stark!reader and Druig then I’d be ecstatic! I would love to see more of their dynamic whether it’s them meeting and we get protective older brother Tony or even after this and we get protective Pepper and Morgan! Either way, thank you! ❤️

eternity with you (king of concern, part 2)

pairing: druig x fem!stark!reader

summary: as druig plans to ask for your hand in marriage, he finds himself reminiscing all the moments that tied his heart to yours for eternity

warnings: mentions of grief and loss, a smidge of insecurity, a couple of tense moments, but mainly soft Druig fluff

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 3.4k (the stories just take me somewhere, okay?)

*✧ part one | eternals masterlist | main masterlist | ask | taglist ✧*

Druig had known unbelievable joy. Thanks to you, every day felt like a blessing. It had been two years since the day that he first asked you out, heart splayed out across your brother’s laboratory, and he was convinced that it was the fastest that human years had passed in the centuries that he had been alive.

Leaning against the doorframe at the Stark’s cabin, he looked out at you now, fondly. You were playing with Morgan outside, going out of your way to make a fool of yourself to utter giggle after glorious giggle from your six-year-old companion. He couldn’t help but break into a smile of pure adoration, he was so beyond enamoured with you.

He knew that you were made for each other - you had clearly inherited the same brilliant wit as your brother, which not only benefited billions worldwide, but kept him on his toes, and you possessed a stubbornness that rivalled his own. You were his soulmate, your very existence convincing him of the notion he’d previously deemed preposterous. It figured then, that that very same stubbornness would be his downfall. For, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise, he could not bring himself to ask for your hand in marriage without your brother’s blessing.

Now, as he watched your gentle and unwavering devotion to Morgan, he wondered for the first time in his existence whether, some day, he would make as good a father as you would make a mother, and let himself briefly imagine what that would look like. When his thoughts wandered to whether you would even want that with him in return, he found himself reminiscing the moments that led up to his now surety that he was put on this Earth to be with you.

…

Druig would remember the day that you met for the rest of his life, however long that may be.

Deviants had run loose on New York, and their evolution had been so rapid that Tony Stark had called jurisdiction and firmly advised the Eternals to collaborate with the Avengers. Initially, the Eternals had been against this plan, not appreciating being told what to do by a mortal that clearly had an ego problem, but Ajak admired the Avengers and their noble sacrifices for the sake of humanity, and dragged their sorry arses to the Avengers Compound for their first official “team meeting”.

He was embarrassed to admit that he hadn’t noticed you for a good portion of that first meeting, too consumed in his disappointment with Tony’s sub-par catering. There was not a snack in the meeting room, and he had found himself consumed with that very thought until he heard a mellifluous new voice fill the room.

“Actually, Tony, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about a new prototype I created that would be a great help against the Deviants, it’s a-”

“Not now, dear, the adults are talking.”

You’d scoffed, evidently preparing a retort when Druig himself had decided to pipe up.

“Well, who might you be, gorgeous?” He’d regarded you then, gleeful eyes devouring your figure. He recalled mentally cursing himself for having been so lost in his thoughts to have not seen your beauty previously.

He noticed the way Captain America’s eyebrows had shot up as he immediately glanced at Tony Stark with wide eyes, incredulous at Druig’s audacity. However, before even Tony could retort with a witty quip or a sarcastic word of warning, your sweet voice filled the room once more, aimed at none other than Druig himself.

An eyebrow raised, you’d folded your arms in challenge. “What’s it to you, emo Eternal?”

The Captain and Hawkeye sniggered to themselves, while a few other Avengers glared, eyes wide, between you, Tony, and himself. Druig had ignored them, narrowing his eyes and smirking at you as he raised his head in approval. He felt his heart hammer as you mirrored his stance in reply.

“Okaaay, well we’re just going to go ahead and ignore whatever the hell this is-”, Tony started, gesturing in disgust between the two of you, before lifting his head to acknowledge the rest of the team in the crowded room, “-and get back to discussing our mission, ya know, saving humankind from these freaks of nature? No offence, Banner.”

“Wha-”

“Moving on…”

After the meeting, he’d watched as you packed up your notebook and quickly snuck out of the meeting room behind you. He knew he risked looking desperate but was so intrigued by you - you’d caught his attention far quicker than any other mortal had in the centuries that he had lived. He wondered if your repartee had been a fluke, and was determined to find out.

He watched as you moved into what appeared to be a private kitchen area, and sighed to yourself in defeat. “Just one prototype Tony, just give me the time of day to look at one measly prototype - is it really that hard?”

Druig’s heart had melted at the sight of your clear desire to be acknowledged, he had only just met you, but he could tell from your eloquence and your determined attempts to provide suggestions to the team in support of the mission, despite countless dismissals, that you were an undeniable asset, and were seriously underappreciated. He just had no idea how to prove it to you.

Before he had time to generate a pep talk worthy of you, he’d stumbled forward, losing his balance for the briefest moment, but enough that you would notice him in the next heartbeat. Instead, Druig made the split-second decision to pace towards you, returning to his default charm before you could notice the sincerity behind his suave facade.

“Well hello again, gorgeous,” He’d begun, taking in his realisation that, at your shorter stature, the two of you would fit together in an embrace like perfectly matched jigsaw pieces. Oh, how he longed to hold you. “Tell me, where are the snacks around here? Besides you, of course.”

Nudging his shoulder playfully against yours, he watched you roll your eyes in mock annoyance. “Oh, you’re going to take a lot of patience, aren’t you?”

He’d give it to you, you’d have someone less perceptive fooled, but you couldn’t hide your clear amusement at his words from him. No, he knew you were just as smitten as he was.

Looking down at you with a smirk, Druig leaned against the counter, bringing his face closer to yours. “I’m worth it.”

A wry laugh had followed, as you regarded the cocky Eternal before you. “I bet you are.”

He watched in awe and fascination as you spun on your heels, escaping his proximity. Walking over to the pantry, you had considered the options before throwing a familiar box towards him. Catching the box with ease, and immediately studying it, Druig had chuckled to himself. Looking back up at you with a raised eyebrow, he’d smirked, “How’d you know Twinkies were my favourite?”

“Oh, didn’t you know? Mind reading is fairly common these days, you’re nothing special.”

Scoffing at your audacity, he’d found the courage to pull you towards him, relishing in your receptiveness to his touch. He bit a lip as he marvelled at you, a gleam in his eye. “Is that so? I guess I’ll have to show you how special I am.”

“-Hey Miss Stark, sorry for bothering you but I just wanted to say that I’d love to have a look at your prototype if you were okay with that but- oh! You’re busy! I’ll…just find you again later, bye!”

You’d chuckled at Spider-Man’s rambling, and Druig had watched in admiration as you sighed contentedly, evidently affirmed by the kid’s offer. Suddenly, you had a shimmer of mischief in your eyes as you looked back up at Druig. “You know, you have about half an hour before he accidentally tells my brother what he saw, right?”

Druig leaned forward, wondering how it was possible for you to be even more breathtaking the closer he got to closing the distance between you. He raised an eyebrow as he scanned your eyes, “And what exactly did he see, m’darlin?”

You rolled your eyes, silently conceding that he had a point. “Well, as lovely as this has been, I should really go do damage control before that endearing boy lands me another delightful Tony lecture. Enjoy your snacks, o ancient one.”

Druig had chuckled, suddenly grateful for Ajak’s big, pathetic heart.

…

Weeks had passed, and Druig had loved every second he had spent annoying you in desperate bids for your attention. He’d been touched when, the morning of their next team meeting, a box of Twinkies had suddenly appeared in his room in the Compound. When he’d arrived at the meeting and locked eyes with you, he’d winked, silently thanking you for your thoughtfulness.

From that day on, every time Druig’s presence was required at a meeting, a random snack appeared just beforehand. At first, only Twinkies, but as the time progressed you got more adventurous with your recommendations, and Druig was more than grateful.

He’d always intended to pay you back somehow, to show you that you were more than eye-candy to him, but he’d never had an idea worthy of you. He resolved instead to gaze adoringly at you every moment that he could during meetings, drowning out your brother’s voice in favour of memorising the constellation of freckles on your face. He longed to know what you truly thought of him, whether you’d ever give him a chance, but the moment he’d witnessed your walls falling before him that very first day, he silently vowed that he’d never read your mind, and he had no intentions of breaking that promise.

…

A month after you’d first met, however, proved to be Druig’s first real challenge. The thought that Tony had an issue with his seemingly endless supply of personal snack foods had crossed Druig’s mind, but since Tony had remained silent, he figured it wasn’t harming anyone, and the risk was worth it if it gave him a chance to see that dazzling dimpled smile of yours.

The Deviants had been evolving rapidly, in size, ability, and number, and the team was starting to feel the pressure - Tony most of all. If Druig had been able to pay attention to anything other than the way that you furiously scribbled your notes, tongue determinedly poking through your lips, and eyebrows furrowed adorably in concentration, he would’ve known not to do anything to draw attention to himself - Tony was not in the mood.

“If we could find some way of capturing a Deviant, I might be able to perform some tests and study them?” Banner offered, “I can’t promise it’ll be much help, but it feels more logical to focus on understanding them, especially the way that they evolve, than just clobbering them all the time. It’s our best chance.”

“Oh, right, of course!” Kingo responded, sarcastically, “Why didn’t we think of that? Let’s just capture one, hey guys?”

Sprite chuckled, nudging Kingo in response as she smirked approvingly.

“I’m afraid it’s a bit more complicated than that, Doctor,” Ajak confessed, glaring at the misbehaving Eternals. “And even if we did capture one, we don’t know how the rest of them would respond. We could be putting humankind in more danger than they’re already facing.”

“Gee whiz, if only we had some mechanism to stun a pack of Deviants that would buy us enough time to isolate them before they could communicate with the rest.” You announced sarcastically.

“y/n, we don’t have the time to waste on-”

At the sight of you faltering at your brother’s commanding tone, Druig couldn’t help but speak up. “I’m with y/n-” His heart leapt as you sat upright, thankful for the support. “-I’ve had to watch these monsters tear civilisations apart for centuries, and if she’s thought up a way to isolate a pack from the others and stop them communicating that even the almighty Tony Stark hasn’t, I say we give it a go.”

As you beamed up at him from across the table, the rest of the room seemed to melt away, all that existed was the two of you and the silent connection you shared. That was, until the Spider Boy piped up and ruined everything.

Leaning on his fist, he turned to Ant-Man and whispered, “Don’t they make the most beautiful couple?”

Having just sipped from his coffee, Tony loudly spluttered, “COUPLE?”

Glaring between you and Druig, Tony clenched his teeth. “My office. Both of you. NOW.”

As he firmly closed the door behind the two of you, Tony moved to sit at his desk and Druig couldn’t help himself. “You know, for someone who Phastos regards as ‘one of the greatest technological minds’, you’re a real idiot. You must be real stressed to pull us out of a time-sensitive meeting to-”

“Look kid, we need all the help I can get on this mission and the last thing I need to be worrying about right now is my sister and some punk who thinks he’s good enough for her.”

His heart had taken shrapnel at that comment, he saw the pity in your eyes as you turned to Tony, probably in some attempt to defend him. That was the kind of selfless person you were, after all.

Druig took a different approach, sick of Tony’s ego. “Who are you calling kid? I’m centuries older than you.”

Tony scoffed. “I don’t know what you think you are, kid, but you’re not a God-.”

“Neither are you.”

Locked in a staring contest standing chest to chest with Tony, Druig only relented when he felt your arm gently pulling him back.

“…Well, I think that we’re quite done here. I’ll walk you home Druig.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “He’s an Eternal, he doesn’t have a home, y/n.”

”Well I’m about to find him one,” You’d replied, face crinkled into the most adorable attempt at intimidation he’d ever seen. Druig’s heart practically exploded with fondness as you turned back to your brother, arm still firmly holding him by your side as you reached for the door handle. “Goodbye, Tony.”

He'd followed suit, mockingly mouthing “Bye, Tony”, hot on your heels.

…

Tony had died just a few weeks later in one of the most noble sacrifices Druig had ever witnessed. Sure that you would never forgive him for ruining one of your last memories of your brother, he’d kept his distance, watching you from afar and swearing to Tony that he’d keep you safe. Even if that meant he’d never know the warmth of your embrace. He figured it was a miniscule sacrifice compared to Tony’s heroic deed, but it was more painful than Druig could have ever imagined.

Then, miraculously, you’d forgiven him. He’d opened his heart to you, and you’d accepted him. Just as he was, and had given him the chance to repay all your kindness with one glorious opportunity to go out together.

He smiled sadly now, as he remembered Tony’s words: the last thing I need to be worrying about right now is my sister and some punk who thinks he’s good enough for her.

Druig had been called many things, had suffered unbearable pain, but those words had haunted him in every waking second from that day. It was a wound that even he had been unable to heal, and an insecurity that had dug at him every opportunity he had to ask you to be his forever.

“They’re gorgeous together, aren’t they?” Pepper’s voice pulled him out of his lament. “Morgan’s so lucky to have her.”

He smiled politely at Pepper as he turned towards her, “I think they’re lucky to have each other.”

Pepper matched his smile and sighed contentedly. “Druig, I know how much you care for y/n, and I think it’s the right time to give you Tony’s final gift.”

Startled by her words, Druig pulled himself off the door frame he’d been leaning against and followed Pepper into the lounge room. As he lowered himself onto the couch, he saw a hologram of Tony appear across the room. In his shock, he didn’t notice Pepper leave the room to give him his privacy.

“Hey kid. Yeah, I know you hate when I call you that, but just deal with it, alright? If you’re seeing this, it means that I’ve passed on. Which also means that I’ve put everyone I love, including y/n, through considerable pain. And for that I’m truly sorry. You may be wondering, rightfully so, why on Earth I’ve made a video for Pepper to pass on to you in the event of my death. We butted heads a lot during my time on Earth, but, it’s also come to my attention that you really are madly in love with my sister. Yes, I noticed the longing in your countless, and I mean countless, stares directed at her during meetings that you really needed to be focusing on. And I saw the way she looked at you. The day she marched you out of my office was the day I knew she was really, truly, smitten. I’m sure the next question that you naturally have is, how do I feel about the two of you inevitably ending up together someday and the answer is: I’m all for it. Shock! Horror! It’s true, you annoy the living daylights out of me, but I’ve seen the way that you fiercely protect the ones you love. And I respect that. So, if y/n is someone you truly love, I have no doubt that you’re going to do everything that is in your, ugh, impressive power, to keep her safe. And that you’ll love her with everything you have. So, I guess what I’m saying is, you have my blessing. Treat her well, Druig. Protect her for me.”

As the room filled with silence once more, Druig sat in disbelief. He finally had the permission he had so desperately been seeking, and for the first time in his existence, felt truly complete.

Returning to his spot in the doorway, he looked out at you and watched you wave bashfully before smirking and leaning down to Morgan. A millisecond later and she was sprinting over at him excitedly, but he ran out and met her halfway, sweeping her up into his arms and walking over to where you stood near the lake. As he approached you, Druig took in the sight before him - the way that you positively glowed as the sun hit you, a true image of perfection.

He placed Morgan on the ground and whispered something to her, prompting her to run inside to her mother waiting in the kitchen. He turned back to you, pulling you closer and placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “Hi”

“Hi, my love.” You replied, smiling up at him.

“I’ve been thinking,” Druig begin, gently brushing hair off your forehead.

“Mm?” You hummed, contentedly.

“What good is being an Eternal if I can’t spend an eternity with you?”

You paused, touched at the sentiment but clearly concerned about where this was going. “Druig, what are you-”

He pulled away then, lowering himself until he was on one knee, watching as your beauteous face morphed from confused to emotional. “y/n, you truly are more than just the love of my life. You’re my saviour, my inspiration. I’m convinced that I was put on this Earth to be with you, to tend to your every need, and to worship you like the divine being that you are. I truly believe that I will be miserable for the rest of my life if I don’t get to wake up to that beautiful face of yours every day, and to hold you so close that our hearts beat as one. So, y/n, would you please marry this emo Eternal, so that he can spend an eternity trying to convince you that he’s worthy of your love?”

Even with tears flooding your face, the sight of your enthusiastic nod, and the mellifluous sound of your reply would remain Druig’s most treasured memory. You’d kissed him then, dropping to your knees in the grass to meet him in excitement. As you embraced, he glanced back to the house, where he could swear he saw the glimmering figure of Tony beaming right next to a crying Pepper and a confused Morgan.

a/n: hello lovely humans! I know that a bunch of you have been long awaiting this part 2 to my original druig x fem!stark!reader request (king of concern) and I am so sorry that it took so long for me to get around to it. I hope that it lives up to your expectations, and that it provides you as much fluffy escapism as it gave me 🥰

I would like to say a special thank you to @wordsaresimple-imnot for inspiring me to get off my lazy butt and write this, and for giving me the cutest ideas which I hopefully did justice! I hope that you in particular enjoy this story, lovely, thank you for your faith in me!

as always, please let me know if you liked this (I was so nervous writing my first ever part 2 to a story!), and especially let me know if you have any favourite lines or moments - when people quote my stories back to me it literally melts my heart (and I re-read them on bad days) ☺️ please also feel free to request more moody boy stories, I absolutely adore writing for Druig!

tags: @carpediem1219, @wordsaresimple-imnot, @gloryofroses19 💗

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You Belong with me (taylor’s version)

Request Druig (marvel) + You Belong with me (taylor’s version)

DruigxFEM!reader

Word Count- 1332

A/N this was a request from @bonxkai-forever i'm just going to say that i tried

A/N 2.0- I Got a new laptop so yay

Years had passed. The Eternals had all gone they're separate ways. Other than you, you had done a full circle. For example You stayed with Ajak and Sprite in South Dakota, Gilgamesh and Thena in Australia, Even Makkari on the Domu, and currently you resided with Kingo in india.

“Have you gone to see Druig?” You heard Kingo question you “No, Why?” You asked with a puzzled expression. “I don't know, You should just go see him” Kingo replied.

“Is this your way of kicking me out?” You asked sarcastically “no it's just you guys used to be so close and you’ve been moping around for the last few thousand years' ' he rushed to explain himself.

“Fine, i'll go” You replied standing up from the spot you had been sitting in on Kingos couch. As you made your way to the door you yelled “see ya later, Kingo '' You voice rang through his house.

Later you found yourself outside of the Amazon, This is where he should be. “Well, here gose nothing” you muttered to yourself as you walked through the woods. A little while later you found yourself by a creek.

By that creek you saw an injured girl, and the person you had longed to see all this time. Although you felt sympathy for the girl, something else boiled in you, Anger. No that couldn't be right, displeasure maybe a little, anxious no, jealousy? Could it be? No.

You watched Druig tend to the wound on the girls leg, not even realising you were there. Until a Deviant attacked. Without thinking you rushed up and started attacking it. If he didnt notice you before he sure did now.

This Deviant was not like the others you had fought, this one had been healing itself. To kill it you would need to use your full power, it just came with a cost. As you tapped into it Druig realised what you were doing as your fingers darkened with the amount of power you had been using.

The Deviant had started to die. As you had let out a shriek as you finished it off, then falling to the ground. Your vision began to fade and you heard Druig rush over to you.

It had only felt like a few seconds till you were woken up by the sound of a machine. “What the fuck?” You muttered to yourself while standing up to the sound of people arguing outside the door.

“What were you thinking?” a familiar voice said, “I was trying to help her.” You hear Druig’s attempt to defend himself in his voice.

The two continued. When you opened the door you saw all the eternals standing there except for Ajak.

“Well Good Morning, I see you visited Druig finally” Kingo said sarcastically as Makkari pulled you into a hug. As you pulled her in, you flipped Kingo off as a response he gave a face of fake offence. “You guys are weird” Druig commented.

“Sure Cult-boy” Kingo remarked. “Cult-Boy?” Druig repeated irritated as your lips curled into a smile at the joke. “I'll have you know that my so called cult is the reason Y/N here is Alive” he snarled in response.

“Anyways,” Sersi concluded their petty fight, “Ajak is dead and we need to stop a celestial being born” . Sprite cut her off.

“Okay then” You replied, slightly shocked. “So how are we going to do it?” you asked the group. “We haven't gotten that far in the plan yet” Sprite spoke up. In response you let out a nodd, and then you heard screaming from outside. “Again?” You muttered while getting up as everyone rushed out of the room.

When you got outside you could see druig controlling the people of the small cult-like village “Let them go!” You called to Druig, with a sigh he let them go “get to the river!” He commanded as the humans ran.

“Y/N!” ikaris caught your attention “A Little help” he questioned sarcastically sending the deviant towards you. The deviant was flying towards you. Its tail hit you. You fell into the fountain. Ikaris what the fuck.

You began to fight the deviant. The gold magic you had been using turned red. That was odd. Regardless you kept fighting. Suddenly it turned to gold. What? The deviant turned to gold. Your powers were red.

You pulled yourself out of the fountain. That was the last one. Everyone was out of breath and you looked down to your hands. As if starting at them like they would be any different. They were the exact same collection of rings that were assorted in medal and age. But something fell off.

Druig rushed over to you as he watched you look at your hands panicked. “Are you alright?” He asked, panicking, “Somthings wrong?” You said frantically While looking up “What's wrong?” he questioned “Well to start THAT DEVIANT JUST TURNED TO GOLD” You yelled pointing to the deviant “AND MY MAGIC TURNED RED'' You yelled taking in a breath “I COULDN'T DO THAT BEFORE!” You yelled again.

“Hey” Druig said softly trying to calm you down “Hey” He called again “HEY!” He yelled gaining your attention this time “Lets go to the domo and we can try and fix this” He reasoned as i calmed down.

—- time skip —--

I had been sitting on a chair in the domo when Druig approached me, “haven't done this in a while” He said as I set my book down. I chuckled “Got any new music recommendations, the last guy you recommended died” He said “Actually i do” you smiled shutting the book “I Highly recommend Taylor swift, and for you i definitely recommend Her album Folklore” You smiled.

“Got any new weird dreams to tell me about?” You asked, “Actually I have a few.” He laughed. The two of you talked for a while. And you got curious if he were single, cause in all honesty if he had a girlfriend you'd be jealous of her, but if he were single that's honestly;y hurts.

You had found out he was single, apparently his last girlfriend and him broke up due to conflict of interest. “She never understood me like you do,” he joked. “I mean i would make a better girlfriend then her” You joked well half joked.

“Definitely,” He agreed while eating a piece of bread. “You know, I never understood why we stopped talking.” Drug said honestly. “You had your cult and I wanted to travel,” I replied. Causing him to sigh “I wish we didn't stop talking” He replied looking down “I've missed you” he looked up “I missed you too” You told him. Oh if he could see that you're the one who understands him, you've been here all along so why can he see, he belongs with you and you belong with him.

A few minutes later druig started “Y/N, I'm going to do something, and if you hate me for it i will probably hate myself for the rest of my-our existence” Druig rambled, “what are you going to do kiss me?” I joked. I got no reply as druig leaned forward cupping my face with his hand and leaning in more and then it happened, our lips connected. It felt like we were the only two people in the world. It felt like the world was not just about to end.

Then we pulled apart “So?” He said questioningly “Do you hate me?” He asked sheepishly, “I could never’ i smiled “I just thought it would have been sooned” I added earning a chuckle.

Our attention was then caught by Kingo walking in and clapping “Finally, Geez it only took about 7000 years” to which i laughed and druig looked away as his face turned a vibrant shade of red.

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💜🃏 Keoghan!Joker Masterlist 🃏💜

(So I did this to add separately to my updated Batman 2022 masterlist to get rid of the 100 link limit 😂 enjoy reading!!)

Headcanons:

Seemingly Innocent S/O

Spoiled Rotten S/O

First Kiss With S/O

Injured S/O

Crushing On The Reader Flustered Badass S/O Innocent, Giggly College S/O

Imagines:

Arkham Attraction

Scars

Stay

Pretty Blue Eyes PART 1/3 - Queenie PART 2/3 - Queenie PART 3/3 - Queenie

Poly with Battinson:

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Poly with Dano!Riddler:

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"Final Girl" - Ghostface!Felix Catton x Reader x Ghostface!Oliver Quick

a/n: for @acutely-autistic. mostly porn no plot lol, had a lot of writer's block with this one, sorry it took a while besties 🩷

Summary: Felix promises you a summer to die for when you join him and Oliver at Saltburn.

TW: dubcon, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, murder, blood kink, knife kink, mask kink, chase play, fingering, oral m receiving

Word Count: 1,100 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

You don’t know how long you’ve been running. You don’t know how long you can keep running. Your legs are burning, and so are your lungs as you race through the hedge maze. Part of you always thought there was something off about Oliver. The way he wormed his way into Felix’s life. The way people around the two of you started dropping like flies. First it was Annabel. Then Oliver’s former friend, Michael, who you were partnered with for a tutorial. Then it was India. And now, today? You saw what he did to Farleigh. Saw him remove that stupid Ghostface mask and grin down as Farleigh choked on his own blood.

It was the quiet gasp you let out that alerted him to your presence. Or maybe it’s just what made him look at you and he was aware all along. Maybe he wanted you to see the violence he was capable of. He gave you that smile that once seemed so innocent to everyone, but now you knew better. You took off running, intent on warning Felix. As far as you knew, he was in the backyard, smoking.

Oliver’s footsteps echoed after you on the stone walkway as you ran for dear life, his voice calling out, an almost playful undertone to it, “Come on, love. I won’t bite. Unless you want me to… Let’s just talk about what you think you saw…”

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that you fancied Farleigh, your best friend Felix’s cousin. Felix had always tried to warn you off of him, that Farleigh would never be the right guy for you. But you ignored his words and continued fantasizing about the curly haired boy of your dreams. What was also obvious to anyone with eyes was that Felix fancied you. He was always so protective, so possessive. And yet, you always said he was like a brother to you.

You find him in the hedge maze, running into his waiting arms, breaking down into tears. You know Felix and Oliver have been an item this whole summer, though they thought you didn’t realize, but you know. Felix cups your face in his hands, asking what’s wrong in that sweet, gentle voice of his. Your voice trembles as you speak and you try to tell him what you saw. Your words come out all too fast.

“Oliver… Farleigh… He…”

Felix wraps you in his arms, his body shaking with what you can only assume to be sobs. You run your hand up and down his back, trying to soothe him. Farleigh’s gone. And Oliver is a killer. Then you hear it.

He wasn’t crying at all.

He was laughing.

Felix gives you a wry little smile and immediately, you turn to run, only to see Oliver. The two of them corner you in the maze, your heart hammering against your ribcage as you stare at the boys. Oliver’s face is still covered in Farleigh’s blood, and your jaw drops in horror as Felix kisses him without any hesitation.

Farleigh’s blood coats both of their lips as they turn to smirk at you. You try to duck out from under Felix’s arm, but he grabs you by the waist, holding you against the wall of the maze. Oliver grabs your wrists, pinning them to the wall as well.

It shouldn’t excite you, the way the two of them look at you like they want to devour you. They pull their Ghostface masks on, and you can feel their eyes on you as they drag you out to the field. You cry out as they stare down at you, and you hate that you’re enjoying the attention they’re giving you. Oliver pulls a knife from his pocket, still wet from Farleigh’s blood, using it to cut open the top of your dress. He trails it along your body and you just know he’s smirking under that fucking mask.

Felix’s hands slide up your legs, to the apex between your thighs, chuckling as he feels the wetness pooling there, “I thought you loved Farleigh, Princess. But here you are. Wet like a dirty little slut for the two who killed him.”

Your eyes go wide as Oliver undoes his jeans, freeing his cock. He grabs it, giving it one quick tug, slapping it against your lips, making you whimper. You hear him laugh under the mask, the sound slightly muffled.

“Open wide, love. Let’s see what that mouth can do.”

He’s so fucking big that you’re almost gagging without his whole cock even being in your mouth. Ollie begins to fuck your throat, a hand running through your hair almost affectionately while Felix fucks with you with his fingers. He lets out a low groan as your pussy squeezes around him, rasping through the mask as he adds a finger, hooking them in a curved come hither motion, rubbing right up against that rough patch deep inside of you. Your toes curl and you moan around Ollie’s cock, feeling his hand tighten in your hair.

Your eyes are wide as the two of them stare down at you in those eerie masks, Felix’s head tilted to the side in a way that feels almost condescending. You don’t understand. You shouldn’t like this. They’re murderers. And Felix is your best friend. You swore you managed to get rid of that pesky crush a long time ago. But now, with three fingers buried knuckle-deep inside of you while you choke on his other lover’s cock? You think that it’s quite possible you never quite got over that crush.

Ollie spills himself on your tongue with a groan, removing his mask. Felix does the same and you watch as the two of them kiss. Oliver’s hands twist in Felix’s hair while Felix continues pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady rhythm until you reach the pinnacle of your ecstasy, crying out both of their names, your eyes rolling back, your toes curling as white hot pleasure shoots throughout your body. Felix leans down, breaking away from Oliver, and presses a kiss to your lips while Oliver nips at your neck, hands moving to squeeze your tits.

“Are you going to kill me too?” You ask after Felix pulls away for breath.

He and Oliver exchange a look before shaking their heads, the latter speaking up, “We have no intention of doing that, love.”

Felix brushes his thumb against your lower lip, “You’re our final girl. All of this was to get to you. And we don’t plan on letting go that easily.

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