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redheadspark · 5 months

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Barry with #10 please! 🖤

A/N - This is great for Barry! Thanks for the request, anon!

Give Them Hell

Summary - Barry knows just what to say to make the doubt go away

Warning - A mixture of fluff and Angst

“What do you think, luv?”

“I think I wanna jump out the window,”

Barry snorted as he sat next to you on the bed, seeing you shift a bit with your eyes glued to the floor and biting your lower lip. He reached over, lacing your fingers together to press your palm against your calloused one, your perfectly manicured fingers for the premiere glistening in the hotel suite light. Of course, Barry would be calm about this, he’s done this dozens upon dozens of times with both independent flicks and massive blockbusters.

But this was your first one on his arm, and you felt like throwing up.

Barry was never one to be out in the public eye with his personal life, he was private compared to any other actor his age. Rightfully so, needing to build up his own reputation from the ground up without the aid of anyone else in his corner. He kept his nose to his craft, even with the paparazzi hounding him on how his personal life was like. So when you came into the picture, going on a few group outings with mutual friends and then Barry finally asking you out on a date, you should have known that dating an actor meant your own life would be on gossip pages everything once in a while.

And it finally happened, but not in the best light.

It was bad enough to see your face plastered on the mega gossip magazine, a picture of you and Barry out on a private date. But the column that wrote about the “Mystery Girl” and how she must have cozied up to be with Barry for his fame and fortune, hit you hard. It was hard to react to those words when you were working a stressful job 40 plus hours a week when you were trying to repair the relationship in your own family that was severed years ago.

But to be called all of those horrible things…that did hurt and was a low blow.

Barry consoled you when he saw you holding the magazine in your hands, tears in your eyes and the magazine nearly crumpled in your fingers. He took the magazine from your fingers, smoothing it out to see what was printed with his icy blue eyes looking it over the letters. You didn’t have to see the look on his face to know that he was just as mad from what he saw.

“I shouldn’t let it get to me,” You mumbled, Barry still looking at the gossip magazine as you sniffled and pushed the tears away abruptly, “But I just…I hate what they’re saying about me,”

It was worst letting those words get to you, to make your mind wander on that deep part of your brain and always put yourself down. The relationship you had with Barry was amazing, one of the best relationships you’ve ever been in. It was the best you’ve ever had, and Barry with his tough guy persona in front of the camera melted away with you. He was sweet with you, his words of flirtation and affirmation would bring out the best in you, along with his simple gestures of love. He treated you like a queen, more than.

So simple words from a faceless gossip writer should have made you doubt yourself with what you had with one of the best people in the world.

Barry finally crumbled up the paper in his hands, tossing it away from the pair of you as he held you close in his arms. He said nothing, but the way he embraced you was enough for you to know what he wanted to tell you. With an arm around your waist, another around your shoulders to keep you close as you clung onto him, there was more that was said in silence. He told you that he loved you, he told you that he never cared about what others thought about you two being together.

“Those words are nothin’ but lies,” he said against your hair as you were holding him tightly, rubbing your back with his knuckles, “They have nothing else to do but make up lies. I know you, and you are far more amazin’.”

You said nothing, letting all that he was telling you to drink in under your skin. Barry was never afraid to say what was on his mind, whether it was light or sacred. He was brash in nature, but he was genuine at heart. He would never lie to you when it came to his feelings towards you, and to hear him say those words to bring you comfort and move you.

“I love ya,” he hummed to you, still having you tucked in his arms, “You mean more to me than anything, ‘kay? I don’t think I’d be the man I am today if it wasn’t for ya,”

“Barry…” you said his name, but he shook his head to have you look up at him and see how he looked beyond sincere.

“I mean it. You have made me better, and there is nothing or no one, not even a stupid magazine, that will change what I think or how I feel. ‘Kay?” He asked, hope in his tone as you finally smiled for the first time that night. Barry grinned, seeing that small flick of light back in your orbs again as he leaned in to kiss you and let the negativity float away.

The magazine stayed on the floor, curled up in a ball with no more power in the words as Barry kissed you over and over.

“You know you can do this, right?” Barry asked as he leaned his shoulder against yours, “Premiers are a walk in the park,”

“They are to you,” You reminded him as he grinned and shrugged.

“Eh, I don’t take them seriously. Some journalists and photographers are pushovers anyways, plus it’s about the afterparty anyways.” Barry reasoned, you chuckling as he leaned his head over to touch yours. Such a simple gesture, something Barry liked to do to ground himself with you. The butterflies you had from the upcoming event were still evident, but not as bad now that you had Barry by your side and comforting you. You could only think about those gossip magazines, the paparazzi that would hound you every once in a while when you would go to work, and even some of the comments from your co-workers and family members about dating a bold actor like Barry.

However, none of that mattered when it came to Barry and how he adored you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” He said to you calmly, though he saw him crack a grin as you giggled and smiled at him, “Aye, see? That’s the smile I wanna see when you’re on that carpet with me. That smile will tell those naysayers who fuck off,”

“Barry!” You lightly scolded him as you smacked his arm, hearing him laugh as he stood up from the bed and pulled your hand along.

“Come on then, let’s give them hell!” He encouraged you, sounding so confident in himself. And that night was one of the best nights of your life with Barry on your arm.

The End

Hurt and Comfort Prompt Session

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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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Don’t hide.

paring: druig x fem!eternal!reader

summary: Druig is scared to open up to you.

a/n: something I wrote in the span of two days where Druig is the strong one in the relationship and he has a breakdown after so long of putting his emotions to the side for the reader! also a little inspired by healer by @redheadspark I hope you guys like it!

warning(s): wounds, mentions of violence, hurt comfort, established relationship, argument, fluff, crying, reader taking care of druig, lots of kissing, cleaning wounds, undressing, a bit of suggestive material, 2,212 words, unedited!

Druig gripped the sides of the sink as his breath was hoarse in his throat. The pain surging through his body was enough to make any human pass out, but he was an eternal; he couldn't show pain in moments of strength. Which was why he waited until he could escape from the rest of the group into his room. When he walked into the conjoined bathroom he finally saw his reflection in the mirror, and how weak he looked in his state. His face looked paler than usual and there were dark circles under his eyes. He tried carefully to pull his armor off but he just felt more discomfort when he moved the wrong way.

He thought back to the beach when Ikaris had grabbed him by the neck and drilled him into the earth with such searing hot pain in his chest. He thought he was dead but he heard your cries of agony were all he heard echoing through his ears, so loud that it would’ve shattered the planet long before Timut could. Druig had witnessed the worst of humanity, but nothing made him more grief-stricken than your heartbreak. You felt as though your whole world was gone when you saw Druig fall. When you saw him walking towards you on the beach you felt life breathed back into your soul again. You never felt so relieved in your life watching him suture up to you with a smile as if nothing had happened. But when you pulled him into a bone-crushing hug just wanting to make sure he was real, he winced and you knew something was wrong.

Now that you had your family back you and Druig saw no point in going back to the amazon, the people didn't need you anymore so you both agreed the best thing would be to go back to South Dakota while Phastos fixed the ship for a few days. The engines were running perfectly fine but there needed to be more repairs done. After getting everyone on this ship Druig had snuck off before you could talk to him, so you went to find him but you knew where he was already.

You had found Druig hunched over the sink in his old room and he was pulled from his mind hearing your soft voice call out to him. He felt your hands on his shoulders before he realized you were beside him. You tried to get him to stand up straighter so you could turn him to face you. Of course you would find him in his old room on the Domo, where else would he have gone? you had spent many sleepless nights tangled together confessing your deepest love for one another. Druig shuddered as he stood up but still hunched over.

“Love, we have to take your armor off.” you said softly. You reached for the clasp of his chest plate and the faint click told you it was undone. Before you could go any further Druig grabbed your wrists and you frowned looking down at him. He hadn't met your eye level, his head hung low and his shoulders sunk into his chest. You then finally noticed his lip quivering and his chest heaving.

“Don’t.”

Is all he said. His voice broke under the weight of emotions bubbling to the surface but he held it back. He refused to let you see him cry, vowing long ago that he’d be strong for you always, but his facade was slowly cracking with you here standing over him with nothing but love and affection for him. Your eyes trailed down his chest to see the hole right in the center of his armor. The bruise was evident, black and red swollen skin staring back at you. Your heart sank at the sight of your husband being in so much pain and being too afraid to express it. You wanted to scream, sob into his arms, take away every ounce of pain he felt at that moment. If Ikaris wasn’t dead already, you would've killed him for this.

“Please just let me take care of myself,” Druig says, he didn’t mean for it to come out harshly like he was pushing you away, but that’s exactly what he was doing. You scoffed under your breath, a little hurt that he was trying to get you to go away. You would never leave him for as long as you both lived. One thing that peeved you about Druig was his stubbornness and the need to always prove himself to others. You sometimes wished that he wasn't like that, but regardless you never wanted to change who he was.

“Do our wedding vows mean nothing to you?” you asked.

You shook your head at him as he kept trying to push you away, you didn't move an inch. You could sense the overbearing pain he felt, not just on the outside but on the inside. Druig was walking on a tightrope with no safety net and sooner or later he was going to lose his balance and fall. In the past, he’d always comfort you in trying times but when it came to himself he’d just bury his problems so deep that they would fester over time like a wound. Like the one so evident on his chest now. It was almost like his insides were reflecting exactly what he was going through mentally. You both argued back and forth, refusing to leave his side but he wasn’t having it.

“Can’t you just let me deal with this on my own?!” he snapped suddenly.

You looked taken aback at his sudden outburst, he's never acted this way towards you and it shocked you. It broke your heart to see him like this. Broken, bloodied, bruised, and worst of all you just let him carry himself for so long without a single thought. Guilt washed over you like a cold bucket of water but no more would you let him be on his own this way.

“No, because I promised to care for you no matter what,” you sternly looked him in the eyes but he still looked past you. “For too long now have you suffered on your own and I won’t stand by at watch no longer, It kills me to see you like this, Druig look at me.”

His eyes finally met yours, and you could see he was at his breaking point. He was suffering more than you recognized and cursed yourself mentally for not seeing it sooner. Your irritation diminished the more you spoke and the moment he looked up at you, vulnerability etched all over his features made you soften your gaze more.

“don’t hide from me, please,” you begged.

Druig let out a soft cry as tears flowed freely all at once. You leaned your forehead against his and whispered calmly, continuing to stroke his hair as he cried in your arms. His breathing was uneven as everything he’d been holding in for god knows how long came pouring out of him. You repeated to him over and over how much you loved him and that it was going to be alright. His arms circle around your waist grasping around your back desperately to hold you close to him, you’re careful to not touch his chest because of his wound and you didn't want to hurt him any further. He inhales your scent when he buries his nose into your collarbone trying to calm himself down, you run your fingers up and down his back bringing him down from his plaguing thoughts. You don’t know how long you stand there with his sobs echoing through the room and his body shaking in your embrace but his breathing slows back down.

“I'm sorry,” he mumbles into your neck.

“Don’t apologize,” you say immediately.

You weren't sure exactly what he was sorry for, crying? Taking his anger out on you a moment ago? You understood completely what he was going through, you had experienced it many, many times before. You could imagine what was flowing through his mind right now, and you were determined to comfort him in any way possible. You pulled back from him slightly so that you could see his face again. His eyes were glossy and his cheeks were a dusty pink making a complete contrast to his usual pale color. You cradled his face in your palms to wipe away the tears that were falling and he shivered at your touch, smiling lovingly at him. You asked him whispering if he felt better to which he nodded and sniffled.

“You can tell me anything, I never want you to feel like you can’t come to me with your problems,” you spoke softly. “When you’re ready to open up I will be here to listen.”

He nodded once more and began to take off the top part of his robes. You motioned to help him and he allowed you to undress him the rest of the way until he was just in his boxers. You walked out of the room for a moment to place his suit on the shared bed neatly. You came back to see Druig leaning back on the counter with his hands at his sides. You reached beside him to twist the sink on the warm side while you searched for some kind of washcloth. You find one and walk back over to the sink running it under the now warm water, you squeeze some of the water out. Druig watches you silently as you do this wondering how he got so lucky that the universe had given you to him. How he felt so guilty for snapping at you before because here you were standing in front of him, so gracefully and gentle with your hands gliding over his skin making his heart quicken. He couldn't imagine his life without you, you were his everything.

“Wait,” He voiced.

You froze like a deer in headlights.

“Will you undress as well?” he asks.

You stare back at him blinking and he looks a little nervous. You were both never this nervous around each other, only in the first couple of years of being together. Everything was new and exciting to you both and the uncertainty of where your relationship was heading made you both anxious. But to hear him ask you, plead for you to undress in front of him when he was being so vulnerable was tugging at your heart strings. While he stood in front of you with the softest features and puppy eyes he’d ever given you.

“Please, I just want to feel you.” he connects your foreheads together again. How could you refuse him?

A breath catches in your throat at his words. You nod reaching up to undo all your buttons and things to take off your armor. Druig just watches you with adoration in his gaze, watching the way your hands trail down your hips to pull off your pants, the way your breasts bounce slightly when you pull your shirt over your head. Once you finish and you leave your clothes in a pile on the floor his hands are on you without hesitation. He traces the curves of your sides all the way to your backside gently kneading the flesh there. His eyes burn into your skin as they move up your body admiring how absolutely gorgeous he thinks you are. He would be on his hands and knees for you if you asked it of him without question. At your mercy to do whatever you pleased. His love, his life, his reason for existence. He loved you more than anything and he’d be damned if he ever for once took you for granted or made you leave him.. He couldn't bear the thought of ever hurting you in any way shape or form.

You continued to clean him up with only the sound of the running water filling the silence. Ever so often when you dabbed a spot Druig would hiss but you’d quickly mumble a ‘sorry’ and kiss a new spot on his smooth skin. A kiss to his shoulder, neck, cheek, everywhere to soothe him. When you were done you had found some gauze wrap and ointment conveniently already in the bathroom and wrapped his wound gently. It wasn't perfect but it would do for now until you had to change it later. When you finished you took Druig by the hands and led him to the bed, got under the covers, and held him close. He melted into your touch as you rubbed small circles on his back easing him into serenity.

“Thank you, my love,” he says with sleep lacing his voice as his eyes drift closed.

“Of course,” you reply.

You gave him one last kiss filled with more passion and love than the previous. Your noses bumped as he hummed against your warm lips as his hand fell to your waist, pulling you closer to him. heat swelled in your chest every time you kissed and it felt like everything was going to be just fine. Somewhere deep down you knew it would be when you had one another to take care of.

tags: @redheadspark @steve-harringtons-slut @drspencerreid921 @a-lumos-in-the-nox @ftrmrs-ally-harrington @magnificentzombiebasement

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imagine--if · 2 years

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I know our newest Joker isn’t the prettiest but I don’t care lol, could I request an afab x reader where Joker has a crush on the reader? You can pick the dynamic between the two

A/N: I sure as hell can 😍🃏 why the hecc I haven't written for J recently idk, but this'll hopefully make up for it 😅 Didn't really know how to turn it into a proper imagine so I've done a hc and a blurb!!

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, insanity, obsessive love 💚

• I'mma be straight with you... if the Joker likes you, you're gonna know about it.

• Because this guy makes it very obvious that you've caught his attention in a good way 💚

• He's really not shy lol, J speaks his mind and will probably say something that makes you blush or just needs processing for a second, whether or not you're a criminal at Arkham or a normal, innocent citizen of Gotham

• You could've caught his attention in many ways - kickass fighting and being your badass self, flirting with him first, or just looking up at him with big Bambi eyes, perfectly innocent and his complete opposite

• So Joker will say something to make it clear that you're interesting and hot, like, "Something about your eyes, pretty girl... think about it, huh? We'd be the best chaotic together, don't you think?"

• Basically will pester you until you give him a chance 🙃

• J's surprisingly observant, so he has his ways of making sure you're safe and not hanging out with people that he doesn't approve of (people that could potentially like you too)

• He'd feel like killing for you is a massive statement of blossoming love, and I guess it is for him and his crazy mind 🥰

• You get a lot of attention from this man, so do with that what you will hehe

• Joker stares a lot with a grin on his face and doesn't say anything until you make him, and for once it's not to crack a stupid joker or make sadistic fun of someone, cus you get a genuine compliment which is... new??

• So let him date you and be a PoWeRcOuPlEpOwErCoUpLe 😁👏🏼

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"You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?" You sigh, but can't help the smile that creeps onto your face as the madman pressed up beside you blinks up at you, feigning innocence.

"Me?" He asks, and a small laugh escapes him as he thinks about it. "Well, uh... no."

"Why me?"

"Why not?" He shoots back, reaching a scarred hand out to grasp your chin and gently turn your head to face him properly. "Just think about it, dolly. We'll have so much fun, huh? I can see you're tempted, I can see it, in those big, pretty eyes of yours."

"Fun?" You repeat, and he nods eagerly, amused as you raise your brow questioningly.

"Uhuh. Know what that'll include?"

You shake your head. "Not really."

"Then how about... I show you? Pretty please?"

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saltburnedme · 4 months

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My requests are open! Message/comment to be added to the tag list!

Paring: Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3520

Summary: After your last night with Oliver you question if things were even real, did you want them to be? Or are things better left unsaid.

Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), dub con, drowning (kind of, their in a bath it’s more of like a forced breath play thing no one actually dies), sex in a bath, generally fucked up smut overall again

Read part 1 here (this can be read as a one shot too)

You didn’t wake up until nearing noon, up to this point you didn’t realise that had even been an option. Moments after you realised that something must have woken you up in the first place, there was a light knock on the door from one of the maids, a welcome change to the usual bursting in and blinding you with light pouring in from the freshly opened curtain you thought for a few seconds before she did exactly that.

‘Good morning miss, did you sleep well?’ She questions, her voice cheerful as she opens the curtains letting the sunlight flood into the room. Your eyes still adjusting to the dawn, the memories of last night rushing back into your mind. Your ripped night dress and falling asleep naked must have looked suspicious enough but to add to this you were certain your hair must have been a mess. It was only upon looking down towards yourself to cover up that you found yourself wearing a different night dress, one you can’t remember ever having seen before, your hair felt as if it was tied back and your torn nightwear was nowhere to be found.

‘I slept fabulously, thank you for asking’ you reply, feeling like your speech was slurred from drowsiness.

‘Breakfast is ready downstairs’ she replied before exiting the room, the second the door closed you rushed out of bed and almost sprinted towards the mirror. Was any of it real? You were now dressed where you remember sleeping naked, your hair was tied back and brushed where you remember it being down. Your mirror was against the wall like usual and as much as you may try the damn thing wouldn’t budge an inch. The only thing remaining from the night before was the faint swell between your legs and a suspiciously red mark left around your neck, if it hadn’t been for this you would be questioning if the night previous had been real at all or if you’d finally become so delusional from tiredness that you’d hallucinated the entire thing.

You traveled through your day in a haze, you’d like to say that you hadn’t made an extra effort to seek out Oliver but you had once again wandered into every room, down every hall and through every garden, apparently after everything that had happened he was now conveniently a difficult man to find. Was he ever really there? All of those words he said and everything he did was it actually real? He did seem out of character, the Oliver you knew, albeit very vaguely, would never have come into your room, stripped you naked and fucked you like that. You weren’t even convinced he’d ever actually had sex before last night let alone was as depraved as you’d found him to be. Last night he asked you to come to him at 10pm sharp, to meet him in the bathroom that he and Felix shared, but should you go? If you doubted it was even real in the first place wouldn’t just turning up in their bath seem at the very least a little bit unhinged? You weren’t sure what to make or do with any of it, but if one thing was for certain you were going to find out.

The day hurried by and promptly turned to night, surely you’d see Oliver at dinner you thought to yourself, your little hunt that consumed your day proving fruitless. As always you dressed for dinner, this time opting for a white bias cut silk dress which clung to every curve. It somewhat resembled your torn (and now missing) night dress, the main differences being in the wider straps and being longer in length as the hem delicately brushed the floor.

You tried your best to keep your literal and metaphorical cool through the warm air of the summer night, strolling with ease through the door of the large dining room. Your eyes scanned the room for mere seconds before you found him, sitting silently in his usual seat cross from yours, eating and avoiding eye contact at all costs. Taking your seat the usual chit chat continued around you with food placed elegantly in front of you, your eyes beaming forward burning a hole into the forehead of the man across from you in the hopes that your gaze would force his hand in some way. You’d searched for him all day, where could he have been? He looked almost angry. Summoning up your last ounce of bravery you decided, the only way to fight the bull is to grab him by the horns.

‘So Oliver, how did you sleep?’ You asked loudly across the table, loud enough for the rest of the dinner guests to hear, placing a pause over all the other conversations happening in your vicinity. Out of the corner of your eye you could just about make out the puzzled faces of the rest of the table, everyone now wondering how often they’d actually heard you address each other previously to this.

‘Fine, thank you Y/N’ he replied bluntly, his gaze finally meeting yours. You’d hoped opening up some kind of conversation with him would confirm your beliefs in some way, but instead he just looked angry. Maybe that was conformation enough in itself?

‘I thought I heard something from your side of the house’ you muttered out as the conversations around you slowly begin again. His blue eyes becoming black with anger almost daring you to say more as he sat unspoken.

‘Oh did you now?’ He questions. Definitely daring, you thought to yourself. You felt almost as if you were staring out a wild animal waiting to see just how long it would take for you to blink and for him to attack.

‘Yes, I thought I heard someone walking around near my room coming from your direction’ you continue, one hand playing nervously with the soft fabric of your dress underneath the table as the other shuffles food around your plate with your fork.

‘It’s an old house, all sorts of noises’ he replies, his head tilted slightly to the side as if to work out where you were going with this line of questioning. ‘Why, was there something you needed during the night?’ He ponders. Was he still daring you or was he just as confused about this whole situation as you were? Maybe you really had imagined the whole thing. He wouldn’t be asking you that if he had something to hide surely, you knew Felix had a temper with a hairpin trigger and absolutely no one wanted to provoke that. Or maybe that was exactly the point.

‘Oh no, it’s nothing really. Don’t worry, it just woke me up is all’ you reply, trying your best to sweep this entire conversation under the rug as much as humanly possible. You wanted to shrink away and become one with your chair, hiding in plain sight almost as if to disappear completely into a puddle of your own embarrassment. With a shrug Oliver went back to eating and ignoring you again, occasionally joining in with the others conversations as you pushed your food around your plate, taking anxious mouthfuls until the plate was almost entirely emptied.

‘Please may I be excused? I’m awfully tired’ you asked, your question pointed towards Elsbeth at the head of the table.

‘Of course my darling, sleep well’ she says as you hurry off, granting the room a brief Goodnight and a polite smile before making your way down the corridor.

Despite all of this, at 10pm you found yourself pacing your room, if any of it had been real you were well aware that you were late by now, your pacing only increasing as the clock ticks to 10:01pm, 10:02pm and before you knew it 10:05pm.

‘Fuck it’ you whispered to yourself, heading out of your room and down the corridor in the direction of Oliver’s room. Taking off your shoes to be as quiet as possible, your dress swung at your ankles as you almost stormed your way towards the bathroom, your feet padding cautiously but quickly against the wooden floor.

Finally arriving after what felt like hours of walking you found the bath freshly drawn yet the room suspiciously empty. At least this partially confirmed that you hadn’t manufactured this entire situation in your haze of exhaustion. The lights dimmed to their lowest setting you can barely see into the corners of the room, you make your way over to the mirror to take in your reflection standing in front of the sink. Resting your hands against it you check the room again, still no one to be found or so you thought. Letting out a frustrated sigh you concluded that if someone was watching you, as you hoped they were, you’d give them a show.

Sliding the first silk strap down your shoulder you glide your hand across your chest, down to your shoulder and off of your arm. You follow the same with your other arm, still holding the dress to your body as you take one last look around the room before dropping your dress to the floor the white fabric pooling at your feet, a stark contrast to the darkness of the rest of the room. Your movements continued as you slipped your bra off, once released massaging your own shoulder softly to relieve yourself from the stress of the day. Your hands slipping lower you step out of your white, matching silk panties, the collection of fabrics joining your dress on the floor.

You turn away from the mirror, facing towards the bath, slowly stepping in and submerging your body in the water, the shine of the golden tub reflecting off of your skin. Dipping your hair in the water you look around the room full of hopefulness again, still, finding nothing. He had to be here, you were sure of it and if he wouldn’t come to you of his own free will, you’d make him just like he made you. Your hand begins to travel south, lowering between your legs rubbing soft circles into your clit. You feel the tension release from your body almost immediately as your pace increases, letting out a stream of breathy moans, the sound reverberating off of the tiles. Your eyes fall closed and your face begins to contort with pleasure as you feel your climax rapidly build, your mind replaying the previous night tempting your pleasure to reach its peak.

Just as quickly as your orgasm built, it was ripped away from you harshly. Your eyes still clenched shut in ecstasy you feel your wet hair being grasped firmly, pulling you under in the water. You try to hold your breath as you’re pushed under but the shock of it almost causes you to breathe the water in. Being held there for a couple of seconds your pulled up just as aggressively.

‘You think your such a clever girl, calling me out like that’ he growls, climbing on top of you still dressed in a white shirt and boxers. His body caging you in underneath him he puts his other hand around your face, squishing your jaw so that your mouth falls open, spitting into your mouth before pushing your head under water once more. You wish that you could have kept the taste of him on your tongue for a few seconds more, a thought that crossed your mind very briefly until you were filled with the panic of being drowned once again before being pulled to the surface once more.

‘Tell me why I shouldn’t just drown you now little one? You know that’s been my plan all along, fucking you and feeling you completely submissive underneath me, nothing you can do to stop me’ he growls, grinding his hard cock into the flesh of your thigh. ‘But you had to be a disobedient little whore, just like the rest of your fucking Catton family’ he continues, you open your mouth to reply but just as you breathe in to speak he plunges you under again, this time pulling your up faster, allowing you to cough up water and look up to him in fear. ‘There’s my good girl’ he sneers, this is exactly how he wanted you completely obedient and pliable underneath him. He wanted the power over you, to make you fear him and love him all at once, something that he was very much achieving. Almost as quickly as he had turned on you, his touch became soft almost loving and his words followed suit.

‘You looked so pretty in that dress, almost like an angel. You wear that for me sweetheart?’ He asks, releasing your hair to press one hand against the roll top of the bath near your head while still holding your cheeks softly in his other hand. You were almost wordless, the contrast in his actions totally throwing you off in a way you would have never expected. You thought you’d seen the darkest parts of him last night, but this was like you’d found another cavern in his soul filled with nothing but hatred for you and everyone around you.

‘Y-yes’ you stutter out, still catching your breath from being held under water, your eyes locked on his as he leans in closer, his face almost touching yours.

‘Yes, what?’ He asks, your eyes scanning his face rapidly to give him the answer he craves, the answer you wish with all your heart and mind to give him.

‘Yes.. sir’ you reply, your words coming out shakily, your body trembling in the gradually cooling water.

‘Such a good girl for me’ he says letting go of your face, his hand sliding down your curves, pulling your legs around his hips your heat pressing into his fully hardened length. He got off on drowning you, that was the first thing that sprung to mind when you felt him between your legs, he wanted your submission and my god did he have it. ‘Fuck’ he groans to himself as he grinds into you, it was almost as if he saw you as an object, just there for his ego.. and other things. Pulling his shirt over his head he discards the wet fabric to the floor beside the bath, pushing his boxers down and gliding the thick head of his cock through your folds.

‘Do you want me to fuck you angel? You’ve been such a good girl, you deserve a reward’ he asks as softly as he could in the given situation. You knew he didn’t really care what you said, if you refused he’d still take what he wanted from you but he knew you’d never turn him down not when he was the only person granting you the lustful excitement that you so craved.

‘Please sir, please fuck me’ you ask looking into his eyes in desperation.

‘Ah, that’s not quite good enough little one. Show me how much you want me’ he demands, pulling you up towards him, leaning back on his heels as he kneels in front of you, his hips lifted to your face height. Tentatively you licked down his shaft, your gaze held by his as you take more of him in your mouth. For the first time, he was letting you take control, his hands gripping the sides of the bath firmly, his knuckles whitening as his fists tighten. You knew not to break eye contact from your last time with him, he liked you to look at him, he loved the power it gave him over you as he moaned unashamed above you. Wouldn’t Felix hear? Wouldn’t you be in trouble? You thought. You’d suspected earlier today that this may be exactly what Oliver was betting on but right in this moment you didn’t care, you’d do anything to please him.

Your hands join your mouth wrapped around Oliver’s length, pumping him as his cheeks flush and one of his hands entangle in your hair gripping it and pushing his cock deeper into your mouth. ‘Fuck angel’ he almost whispers, as you feel him throbbing under your grip, he was close and you knew it. Your fists quickened their pace and you sucked his tip a little bit stronger until his eyes left yours, his head falling back against his shoulders as his eyes close and his face contorts in pleasure, pushing his tip right to the back of your throat causing you to choke as he empties himself into your windpipe, fucking your face as he rides out his orgasm. Just as his climax subsides he pulls his still hard length out of your mouth.

‘Open’ he demands, no other words. You thought he wanted to see that you’d swallowed but you hadn’t, his spend trickling out around the corners of your mouth. ‘Jesus, look at you’ his tone mixed between an insult and genuine concern. Just as you tried to swallow his load again, you were stopped feeling his mouth on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth immediately making your kiss a mixture of both of your saliva and his cum emptying your mouth of it as he pushes you back against the bath, wrapping your legs around his hips once more. The image of you like this seeming to have triggered something in him again, he immediately lines his cock up with your entrance and thrusts up into you making you let out a light scream in a mixture pleasure and pain as he splits you open.

His pace was fast, way faster than you expected as the remaining water in the bath splashes over the edges as he fucks you landing on the floor beside the tub. His eyes baring into yours once again he holds you up above the water line, the blood rushing throughout your body almost deafeningly as all of your senses heighten zoning in on Oliver. Your ruined orgasm returning almost as quickly as it left you feel yourself begin to clamp down on him, you know he can feel it, his hips grinding into yours forcing your orgasm from you almost violently.

‘Cum for me’ he asks, his tone almost begging at this point. ‘Let me hear it’ He demands, another contrast with last night, this time he wants to hear you. ‘Let them all hear it, let them know who you belong to, who fucks you like this’ his words faltering as you clamp down on him, riding out your orgasm loudly just ask he asked, the sound bouncing off the walls you were certain that they must have been able to hear you in the next village over let alone just in the house.

‘Fuck, you really are an angel, look at you’ he says, guiding your gaze to the mirrors over the sink to the side of you as you come down from your orgasm, still continuing at his blistering pace. Watching him fuck you was almost other worldly, the way the dim light reflected off of his almost translucent white skin. You could see his length thrust in and out of you as your eyes met his in the mirror. Pulling you out of your post orgasm haze he doubles down on his pace, one hand on the bath above you the other on your hip as his nails dig into your soft skin. Without warning he emptied himself inside you, pressing his lips to yours as he came within you his moans almost as loud as yours had just been.

Regaining your breaths he pulls out of you, sliding behind you in the bath washing your body clean with the remaining water as your back is pushed against his chest. You wanted to say something, to ask him what all of this meant or if it really meant anything to him at all. You knew you had feelings for him, feelings that grew stronger every time something like this happened between you. You had a need, a desperate want to make him happy, to impress him and to make him need you the way you needed him.

‘Did you enjoy your little lie in?’ He asks, some what out of context with the rest of what had just happened.

‘Uh.. yes’ you replied ‘I wasn’t aware the staff would let anyone sleep in after 8am’ you continued with a giggle.

‘That’s because they don’t. I told them to leave you be a little longer after your somewhat strenuous night’ he replies pressing kisses into your neck as he continues to clean you.

‘And they listened to you?’ You asked, partially amazed that the house staff would ever listen to the wishes of anyone other than the core members of the family.

‘They will’ He says, his voice sterner as his actions continue, pulling you in for one last kiss while running his fingers through your hair. ‘Oh they will my angel’ his words ring in your ear as you begin to fall asleep on his chest ignoring the rest of his sentence, you were his angel.

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dreaminginpastels · 4 months

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Wow you’re writing is great! If you’re not busy, would you do a Druig request where he’s in love with his fellow Eternal who’s generally neutral in family fights but one Druig manages to bother her enough that he feels guilty and asks for forgiveness because he can handle everyone else being mad at him but not her? Thank you in advance!

wounding me softly

pairing: druig x fem!eternal!reader

summary: in which druig is increasingly distracted in battle and reader has had enough.

warnings: reader says some slightly not very nice things to druig, sliiiightest angst, brief intimacy

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 2.1k

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Druig was getting on your last nerve. Literally.

Arishem had gifted you the ability to heal others, but what you hadn’t told the rest of the Eternals was that this “ability” came with a catch - each time, you had to absorb the injury in order to heal it. Early on in your inception, you’d decided it was some punishment, for what you had no clue, but as you became an integral part of the Eternals and learned from each of them, you’d come to see it as your own private gift - a way to develop untapped empathy and care for others. It made you the beautiful person you were.

Right now, however, Druig was testing your patience. The two of you had spent much time together during the early part of your stay in Babylon, and had grown close enough that Druig had started showboating in battles, leading the two of you to keep a tally of Deviants slain and owing each other various snacks after battle depending on who won. You were happy for the first time in a long, long time. You had even let yourself wonder if there might be more on the horizon between you. Over the last week, however, something had changed. Druig was quieter, withdrawn. You’d find him lost in his thoughts, and, most troublesome was the fact that he seemed to have lost his focus in battle. It was taking its toll.

It had started with slight delays, Druig got where he needed to be but always just a tad too late. At first, you were concerned, checking in on him even though he’d just brush you off. But then you’d begun to get frustrated with the brooding eternal. The battles were becoming more frequent, and as the demand on your abilities grew, so too it seemed did Druig’s wandering mind.

…

Drained and exhausted, you slumped against a wall as Ikaris blasted a Deviant ahead of you on your route to a wounded Kingo.

“Kingo, again?” you sighed as your hands pressed on his abdomen. You felt the deep gash slowly and agonisingly transferring to your own side.

He winced, “It’s not my fault, y/n, I swear-”

“They’re just targeting the weakest link.” Ikaris stated, matter-of-factly.

Kingo scoffed. “Okay, rude.”

Ikaris smirked before responding to Sersi’s summon.

Kingo turned to you, “But seriously, y/n, if Druig showed up every once and a while, maybe these damn Deviants would go down easier.”

You groaned in frustration at the same moment that Kingo sighed in relief. The injury had finished absorbing, but you were severely lightheaded and could barely move. Druig was going to get more than an earful when you got back.

“You’re an angel, y/n.” Kingo announced as he brushed your hair out of your face. “Seriously, I appreciate you so much.”

You grimaced, trying to hide the immense pain you were in. “T-thanks Kingo. Be careful out there, okay?”

He nodded before saluting you. “I won’t let you down, boss.”

…

“Rock, paper, scissors for the last twinkie?”

Druig brushed up against your shoulder playfully in the common space of the Domo, earning him a glare from you, and a chuckle out of Kingo.

“Woah,” Druig began, gesturing to your glare with his twinkie in hand, “Careful with that thing, you could seriously hurt someone!”

You scoffed and walked away, feeling Druig’s confused gaze following your every step. As you walked into your room, you could hear his voice echoing through the walls of the Domo. “Was it something I said?”

“You, my friend, are royally screwed.” Kingo replied, stifling a chuckle.

…

A week had passed since Kingo’s major injury, and you hadn’t spoken a single word to Druig. You knew that the silent treatment was probably a bit immature for an eternal being, but frankly, you couldn’t care less. Being unfocused in battle was one thing, but vanishing when your family needs you the most? That you couldn’t condone.

You knew he’d have an excuse, and part of you was desperate to hear it. You missed him. Of course you did. Your love for him only made your resentment more torturous.

Carefully positioning your still-recovering body against the wall in the meeting room, you watched as the other Eternals filed in with bated breath, wondering how much longer you could keep your secret.

…

Druig’s heart rate spiked as Ajak concluded their meeting, the blood coursing through his veins as he prepared for what he was about to do. He hated confrontation as much as the next person, although the next person was Ikaris...

“Alright, if no one has anything further they wish to present, you’re all dismissed.”

“Actually, Ajak,” Druig began, taking in the eye-rolls from his fellow Eternals as his voice filled the room. “I have something I’d like to discuss.”

Ajak’s patient, loving eyes wandered his face like a warning. “Yes, Druig?”

“Y/n’s been giving me the silent treatment lately, and I’d like to get to the bottom of it.”

“Oh here we go…” muttered Kingo as his eyes met Sprite’s, drawn to the impending drama like a car crash he couldn't tear his eyes from.

“It pains me to bring it up," Druig continued, glaring briefly at Kingo, "but seeing as the Deviants are getting more frequent, I figure we need to gel as a unit, and I don’t feel that we’re doing that.”

“HA,” A voice stirred from the shadowed corner of the meeting room. “You can talk.”

As you emerged from the shadows into the light of the meeting space, Druig took in your appearance - your heavy breathing, the dark bags under your bloodshot eyes, how pale you were. He instinctively moved towards you, resting a featherlight hand on your shoulder. His heart shattered as you winced and pulled away from his usually welcome touch.

“Y/n, you look like crap! What the hell happened?” Then, softly in your ear, “Are you okay?”

Druig felt you tremble the second before you shoved him away from you. “Of course I do! While you’ve been off doing Arishem knows what, we’ve been protecting the humans, and each other, from Deviants. Who, as you so kindly reminded us, are getting more dangerous and more frequent. This is the time that we can’t afford slip-ups, and you’re off with the fairies!”

Druig’s head fell in shame. You hated conflict, least of all with him, and he had driven you to this. He knew it was entirely his fault - he had been distracted lately, and you deserved to know why. “Y/n, I-”

“You’re careless! And you don’t think about anyone but yourself. We can’t afford that, Druig. We’re a team. A family. Act like it.”

He shrunk into himself, every trace of his usual swagger and confidence shattered like the fragile heart he held within. You were right. He had done this to you, left you exhausted and pained - a shell of yourself. The one person he swore he’d never hurt. He mustered the only words he could, hoping they were at least a bandage over your weak frame. At least enough until he could hold you again. “I’m sorry.”

With a deep sigh, he watched as you limped out of the room - step by pained step. Druig looked at the faces of the other Eternals, taking in their disappointment with panicked eyes before rushing out of the room to follow you.

…

“Y/n, wait!”

You groaned as he approached. Every noise you made splintered Druig’s heart a little more. He needed to make this right. Now.

“What, you couldn’t even let me have a badass exit? You’re unbelievable.” You mustered a chuckle to lighten the mood, but Druig saw how it pained you. How you shuddered with each breath.

“Oh my darlin’, you’re not okay.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Obviously, Druig. But great to know you weren’t even listening to my speech-”

“No, I can see it - something’s really wrong.” He lifted an arm above yours and studied your eyes carefully for permission before gently lifting your arm over his shoulder. “Let’s get you to lay down, we can talk when you’re comfortable.”

You winced as Druig lifted your arm, but hummed gratefully at his concern, lifting his hopes ever so slightly that things might just be okay. That he might win his best friend back, if he could muster the courage to be sincere enough.

Druig guided you to your room, and lay you gently on your bed, relishing in the comfortable sigh that emerged from your lips. You looked up at him, guarded but gentle. “Thank you, Druig.”

“You’re welcome, my darlin’.” He softened as he took you in. Then, he eyed your bed. “Mind if I lay with you?”

You hesitated for a moment before nodding your permission.

The silence that followed was full of unspoken emotions. Of feelings too large for the room, but deep enough to create a chasm between you. Until your voice echoed through the dark.

“What’s been going on with you lately? You’re a formidable warrior, unrelenting in battle. What could possibly have you distracted enough that you’d ignore Kingo’s calls for aid?”

Druig sighed. “Look, y/n. It seems we’ve both been keeping secrets. I’ll tell you mine if you promise to tell me yours?”

You eyed his outstretched pinky. “I cannot believe you’re making me pinky swear like our inception was yesterday.”

He laughed gently, “You know you love it.”

Rolling your eyes, you took his pinky in yours. “Fine, pinky swear.”

While your pinkies were still entwined, Druig quickly added, “but you go first!” before letting go.

“You are an actual child, Druig.”

“And you have a secret to tell me…” he replied in a sing-song voice.

The mood was instantly quashed by your serious tone. “I…”

Carefully, Druig took your hand in his. “You know you can tell me anything, my darlin’, I’m not going anywhere.”

You took a deep breath as you looked up at him, meeting his concerned irises.

“My abilities come with a cost. A condition. I can’t heal anyone without taking on their pain first.” Druig searched your eyes, horrified by your words and connecting the dots as you continued, “So, each time I’ve healed the others in battle recently…”

“...you’ve had to take on their injuries yourself and heal from them.” He finished for you.

You nodded sombrely. “Each, and every one. Individually.”

“Oh, my beautiful, beautiful, y/n. Why didn’t you tell us?” Druig looked down sheepishly at your entwined hands before quietly adding, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Your voice was smaller than Druig had ever heard it as you replied, laced with the worries and insecurities you had held inside for an eternity. “I…I didn’t want to burden anyone, to let anyone down, and…I didn’t want you to look down on me for being the only Eternal whose powers are conditional. I was ashamed for a really long time.”

“I could never look down on you, y/n.” Druig began, turning to face you as he gently cupped your cheek and stared into your eyes. “I…I love you.”

Your eyes widened, “You…you do?”

He chuckled sadly, “Of course I do, you beautiful, oblivious fool. I’ve loved you forever.” Druig looked down bashfully before muttering under his breath. “That’s uh, that’s actually why I’ve been so distracted lately.”

“Wait, WHAT?”

“I know, I know, it’s so dumb. I just, I’ve been wanting to ask you if you would ever consider seeing me as more than just the brooding Eternal that boasts in battle for snacks because he’s too shy to ask the girl he loves to be his. I never thought you would ever see me as more and I…I would daydream about us in battle, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About us. Then, last week I saw these flowers - daisies, I- I know they’re your favourite - when this Deviant shoved me to the ground deep in the forest and I thought they would be perfect for some grand romantic gesture and then I heard about Kingo and- I’m so sorry y/n, I ruined everything, I hurt you, and-”

Druig’s panicked rambling faded into nothingness the second he felt your lips graze his. Gentle, shy at first, and then more deeply, with a passion that he felt at his core. He moaned against your lips, “Y-y/n, I-”

“That is somehow equally the sweetest and dumbest thing I’ve ever heard come out of that beautiful-” kiss, “-beautiful-” kiss, “-mouth.”

With a lovestruck gaze, and an empty mind, Druig’s eyes moved from your lips to your eyes as he took in the sight before him. “Y-you forgive me?”

You smiled then, cupping his face gently before placing another tentative kiss on his waiting lips. “I’ll do you one better. I love you, you sweet, idiotic Eternal. I’d be honoured to be yours.”

The two of you lay there in contented silence, falling asleep entwined in each other's embrace, knowing that everything would be okay. Knowing that you had each other. ...

a/n: hi lovely, i’m so very sorry for how long it’s taken me to get around to this request. it was my last druig request for AGES and I was just so nervous that if I wrote my last druig request I wouldn't get any more, so I held onto this baby like my life depended on it. that being said, I tweaked the request a little bit and I ADORED writing this. I hope that it’s everything that you wanted it to be, and please please feel free to request for baby boy again because I love writing for him SO MUCH 🤍

i’m so excited to get back into writing again, i finally finished my honours degree and I have so much creativity it’s not even funny - hoping to really smash out a bunch of your requests and create a writing schedule so i can keep it up because i miss and love writing for you all! thank you so much for your patience and support, you mean the world to me and i’m thankful for you every day

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felixshousewife · 1 month

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secret little rendezvous.

synopsis: after a lovely day of lounging about by the swimming pool of saltburn, a nicerelaxing bath is at the top of the priority list, but what you don’t expect is for your bath to end up being with felix

word count: 1.6k

warnings: badly written smut. okay, thanks <3

Lounging around Saltburn all day was heavenly, don’t get you wrong.

You and Venetia had lounged round by the pool for a majority of the day, your hair was all frizz from when Farleigh dunked you under the water, and uou had mascara running from your eyes because you didn’t think you would be going in the pool at all today.

Dinner was going to be served in just a little over an hour and what you craved the most right now was a nice warm bubble bath, with your favourite essential oils and your towel waiting for you on the heated dryer located in the corner of the bathroom.

Felix had gone up to your shared bedroom in the manor a little bit before you, maybe about ten minutes ago because you were chatting to Oliver, your lover pressed a delicate kiss to your cheek as he explained how he was going to go and get dry and you promised that you’d be in in a moment.

So, with a towel thrown over your shoulder, you made your way to the bathroom that you and felix were sharing with Oliver, mascara still stained around your eyes and a tired frown settled on your lips.

As you stepped closer to the aforementioned bathroom, a cease formed in your brows upon noticing the door fully closed, which it hardly ever was during the day, you shook the door knob slightly and hummed softly when you noticed that it wasn’t locked so there shouldn’t have been anyone inside.

But boy were you wrong.

There he lays, your felix sat in the bathtub, head thrown back as his hand works against himself, soft moans and grunts escaping his chapped lips making all the heat flush to between your thighs.

“(Y/N).”

He moaned out your name, his head now hung low as he brought one hand up to push his hair out of his face.

You stood in the doorway, the towel now falling from your shoulder, the soft glow of the bathroom lights highlights his form making him all that much clearer, your heart warms at that very sight and sense of overwhelming love empowers you.

Water trickles down his soft skin, creating ripples that crave his bicep muscles, your breath coming out slightly heavier now.

The sound of your heavy breaths alert Felix to the presence of your very fine self standing in the doorway of the bathroom, the door open ajar behind you as you stare at him, pupils blown.

There’s a slightly hint of surprise that flashes in his gaze but that is quickly diminished when he notices your flustered state, a cocky smile working its way onto his facial features.

That damn smile tugs at your heart strings.

“What are you staring at, beautiful?”he teases, his voice low, smoky and full of complete affection.

You simply can’t look away, your caught in a trance.

You want to answer him, you really do, but your words appear to be trapped in your throat, he always makes you speechless. It’s a regular occurrence at this point.

When no words fall from your lips, you watch with careful and lust filled eyes as he raises a hand from in the water and gestures for you to come forward.

You can’t resist his offer.

Slowly, you take a few steps forward until your crluched at the side of the bath, now having a closer look of his dripping figure.

His brown eyes never once leave your figure and he leans forward, his face now a mere few inches away from yours and you can now feel his hot breath fanning against your skin and your ever so tempted to make the gap between your lips closer and even touching.

But you don’t have time to do that.

Because he simply beats you to it, his lips pressing against yours in what appears to be a soft, delicate kiss.

With a flirty smirk, he pulls back slightly and asks, "Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to join me?"

You let out a nervous chuckle, feeling the butterflies in your stomach intensify. "Fix, I don't think we have enough time."

He raises an eyebrow, a playful glimmer still in his eyes.

"Who said we can’t be quick?" he teases, running his fingers gently along your arm. “I’ve done it in a lot of quicker times before, beautiful.”

Your heart races, and you can't help but give in to the temptation. You slip off your flip flops and start to undo the straps that are tying your bikini together at your back, feeling a mixture of excitement and vulnerability.

Felix’s eyes never leave you, and he bites his lower lip, clearly enjoying the show.

You climb into the bath, sitting in front of him, facing each other. The water envelops you both, creating a soothing and intimate atmosphere. Your lover can't help but smile as he watches you playfully accept his invitation.

With a sparkle in his eyes, he leans forward and pulls you gently onto his lap, your bodies close but still leaving room for comfort. Your heart races with anticipation as you feel his warm embrace, and you can't resist leaning in closer to him.

The moment your lips meet, a spark ignites between you.

The make-out session becomes a dance of passion and affection, each kiss more fervent than the last.

Your hands find their way to his hair, running through his damp curls, while his hands gently caress your back, sending shivers down your spine.

“What do you say, beautiful,”he pulls away from the kiss, slightly breathless, your lips plump due to smacking against his ones, “want to have a bit of fun before dinner?”

You nod your head, as an answer to his question.

No doubts in your head.

Except for one.

You felt his lips fall to your neck, peppering kisses against the skin there and making sure to leave a mark there. “Felix…were in…we’re in a bathtub.”

“And?”

“And?”you look at him with slightly wide eyes. “Someone could walk in or hear us!”

“I can be quiet,” he nips at your jaw, making you inhale a small breath at the action. “Can you be quiet? Can you be quiet for me, beautiful?”

His words made all the heat rush to your core, that was close to his cock that was hard, brushing against the inside of your thigh from where you were sitting on his lap.

You nodded your head at his words and that was when he lowered his hand down into the water and tickled the inside of your thigh, his knuckles dragging increasingly close to your ache.

“Fuck my life,” His gaze lowers slightly, racking his eyes over your naked torso, pupils blown. “Your heavenly, like a fucking angel.”

The next words that leave his lips have you whimpering out.

“Your so wet for me.” He mused, and your surprised you didn’t lose it right then and there, his fingers work and run along your clit in small circles, eyes closing slightly at the sensation radiating through your body.

“Please don’t tease me,” you whisper, chest rising and falling, even though he had barely touched you. “I don’t want your fingers, there’s no time.”

“Yeah?”His fingers continue to tease between your legs as his head tilts to the side. “Where do you want me? Tell me where and I’ll give it to you, give you anything you for, beautiful.”

“Inside me,” you open your eyes and lean forward, he can feel your breath on the top of his nose, “Please Fix….inside me.”

He retracted his hand, and lowered it even further so it was touching his aching cock. He shifted slightly so the tip of it could be seen atop of the water, it was pink, completely rock hard and if you squinted you could see it ouzing with pre-cum.

He fisted his length a few times, warming himself up a bit more, before he lifted up your hips and lined himself up with your entrance, running it up and down your folds a few times in a teasing manner before pushing inside of you with a gaped mouth.

“Shit,” Felix was trying to be quiet but he had no control when it came to you. “You feel so good, beautiful.”

“Always feel so good for me,” he rushed out, hips thrusting in and out of you, eager to get you both to reach your climax at the same time. “Can never get enough of you.”

Your breath is laboured as you lean your head forward and pepper kisses against the skin of his neck, where he had a few freckles placed there.

“You going to finish soon?”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded your head, feeling your legs starting to shake at the feeling of your impending orgasm. “Uh-huh.”

Your whimpers and moans are anything but quiet as you feel your boyfriends thrusts becoming slightly sloppy.

The water is splashing around the two of you, head thrown back.

He leaned his hand down and pressed it against your clit, making your eyes go wide.

“I’m close…”you told him, still bouncing up and down on his length. “I’m so close…so close.”

He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your lips that were becoming slightly chapped due to the humidity of the room. “C’mon beautiful, come for me, give me what I want.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

You came quickly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the beginning of your boyfriend's orgasm started to brew. It wasn’t long after you that he came inside of you, seeing as you were on birth control.

Small whimpers emitted from his lips at the rush he felt, his forehead falling against your shoulder.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”Felix mused, “In fact i am completely and utterly besotted with you.”

Caught up in the moment as you pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth, the two of you failed to notice the eyes of Oliver Quick staring at the two of you through the gap in the door.

#felixhousewife #felix catton imagine #felix catton x reader #dad!felix catton #dad!felix #felix x female reader #felix x y/n #felix x you #felix x oliver #felix x reader #felix catton #saltburn #jacob elordi #barry keoghan

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bruisedboys · 3 months

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can’t stop thinking about how druig would call you “pretty girl” or “my pretty girl” and how nice it would sound with his accent … I need him

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helloheyhihowdyheya · 11 months

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Did You Miss Me?

Druig x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: When the Emergence began, Druig had to erase your memories of him. Now, he's come back to remind you.

Word count: ~4.5k

Warnings: Angst, Druig pining. Some swearing. Lots of fluff. Powers? Druig erasing memories.

A/n: I'm not done with Druig yet haha. I might write more for this story if anyone's interested. I'd love to know your thoughts, I'm pretty happy with this one. Thank you as always for reading <3

He watched you from afar. Trying to blend in with others around the park, he watched as you and a friend sat out on a blanket in the soft grass. Small plates of food and glasses surrounded the picnic basket, and you looked as beautiful as you’d always been.

From someone else’s view, he’d probably look relaxed lounging in the shade of the large tree, his back pressed against the bark. But his throat felt tight, his chest aching at what he saw. It’d been years, and you still took his breath away like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Then you laughed at something your friend said, the sound of it swimming to his ears and stayed there as he replayed it over and over again. Beneath the afternoon sun, he wanted nothing more than to lay beside you on that blanket — talk about anything or nothing, as long as he was near you. But you hadn’t laughed like that with him in a long time, hadn’t looked so at ease and happy when he’d said goodbye last time. How could he be the one to ruin that?

–

On that rainy Saturday, running around the little bookshop you’d been working at for a few years now, you barely caught a breath in between helping readers around the store. Weekends tended to be busy, but on a stormy day like this one, you couldn’t blame all the people coming in to hide from the rain or to spend a quiet day finding their next book.

During a spare moment, your eyes traced down the shop’s windows. You watched raindrops race each other down the glass and make the cement below grow darker. Absently, your hand reached up to your neck, trying to massage a knot out of the muscle running down to your shoulder.

You thought back to when you’d first come here, and you let your vision unfocus for a moment, the images of the occupied customers turning fuzzy. Trying to remember how exactly you’d gotten here always felt just out of reach, falling through your fingertips — like you’d been at home living your life one day, and the next, you’d decided to move here and begin your new life.

It’d been just as rainy the first day you came to the city, but the chilly storm had felt like a restart against your skin. In the back of your mind, you’d always wanted to have a bookshop of your own and live a quiet life among other readers, and perhaps a sweet cat.

And you’d done it, taking a job from an older woman, Carrie, near the edges of the city. Most days, you arrived early to help set things up and went home after your shift, or when Carrie shooed you away during a particularly slow day.

Your first-floor apartment was nothing to complain about, except for the draft your landlord kept “forgetting” to fix. You’d even gotten that cat after he’d refused to leave your door until you fed him — black as night, affectionate, and always hungry. You’d named him Orion.

Still, when you sat at a restaurant alone and listened to couples laugh together or when you couldn’t quite become lost in a book as easily, some part of you felt… off. Like you were one of the window raindrops that never moved, just watching all the rest pass by without you. And you were missing out on something.

Now, standing there behind the checkout counter and watching the water spill down outside, you saw a man looking in. People passed by with curious gazes all the time, but he stood on the sidewalk with an umbrella and hooded denim jacket. You couldn’t quite make out his face, but in the back of your mind, it felt as if your window raindrop had moved an inch or so. And that jolting feeling only sharpened into surprise when someone walked up to you.

“Excuse me?”

You blinked, your awareness coming back to you as a woman said those words with a soft grin. When you looked back at the spot, the man had left already — like he’d never been there to begin with.

Shaking your head, you returned the smile. “Sorry about that. How can I help you?”

She told you the novel she was looking for, and you happily brought her to the aisle as you both made small talk. You tended to avoid it, especially with all the current events that seemed to continually fill the news, most of them involving everyday threats and the superheroes to stop them.

But that’s what books were for you, you thought while giving her the novel — a brief escape from life to live another one. And even the customer’s excited thanks brought you back to your mind, away from those thoughts of the past, the ones you couldn’t quite reach.

They stayed away as you finished your shift and returned home, taking a warm shower and making yourself a cup of tea. But that night, through the rain that’d turned into a vicious thunderstorm, you dreamt of friends.

At least, they seemed to be friends as all of you — nearly a dozen people — sat around a dining table. The smell of the warm food nearly had your mouth watering, countless plates of it passing from person to person. Drinks and laughter flowed between these friends that you didn’t know the names of and faces you couldn’t recognize.

You also couldn’t catch any of the words they said, but you smiled with them as a feeling of familiar comfort settled into your body. Somehow, you trusted them. And as someone at the other end of the table raised a toast, to all of you — their family — you lifted your glass alongside everyone else.

While they spoke, the man sitting to your right wrapped his hand around yours and gave it a soft squeeze. Your eyes glanced down to where your fingers intertwined, each one fitting together just right.

But before you could look up at his face, a loud crack of thunder erupted, startling you awake in your dark bedroom. In the middle of the night, only the noise of your deep breaths filled the air, replacing the sounds of laughter and glasses clinking together.

In the silence that suddenly felt like too much, you shifted, staring up at the ceiling. Sweat created a slick layer across your skin, coating you in a haze. Sleep fought you for the rest of the night. When the morning sun washed onto your face, it felt all too soon.

But despite your tired eyes and having work off today, you eventually pulled yourself out of bed. The day was bright, and you were going to make the most of it… or at least change out of your pajamas. Your hand swept over Orion’s black fur as you went through your morning routine. You tried focusing more on the bristles of your toothbrush or the taste of your breakfast rather than on how familiar last night’s dream felt.

But you weren’t in a dining room, you were here in your apartment — the one you’d been alone in for a few years. Well, except for Orion, as you were promptly reminded while sitting on the couch. He nuzzled up against your arm, clearly thinking your time was better spent petting him than reading the new book you’d gotten.

You opened up the window next to the street before scratching under his chin. His purring joined the noises of birds and traffic in the background while you opened the book. You’d only made it two chapters before Orion jumped up, meowing toward the window screen.

“What is it, buddy?” you asked, sitting up so you could see out the window, expecting to see a critter outside. But you saw nothing, not even as he wriggled his head into the corner of the screen — the broken side that definitely needed to be sealed again. Your hands reached out to grab him back, but he’d squirmed through before you could stop him.

“Shit,” you whispered under your breath as you scrambled toward your door, your book clattering to the floor. Running outside and around the side of your building, your heart pounded, knowing Orion could go right into the street or get lost out here. You caught the end of his tail going around toward the parking lot — and the busy road beyond it.

–

He shouldn’t have been at the bookstore, not after creating this new life for you — away from him — when the Emergence began. After erasing your memories of him for your own safety. He’d said he’d come back, but he also promised to do what was best for you.

He should’ve left days ago. He’d be halfway home by now. But that’d mean leaving you, for good.

–

As you turned the corner, you didn’t find your cat sprinting away. Instead, he stood at the edge of the parking lot, his head happily rubbing against someone’s jean-clad legs. For a moment, you stopped short, watching Orion act so affectionately toward this stranger. All you could say was, “I’m so sorry, I’ve never seen him do this before.”

You scooped him up in your arms, despite the ongoing meowing protests he let out. When you lifted your head, ready to thank the man, your eyes caught on his. Any words fell flat in the back of your throat as you looked into the eyes rippling with the color of the ocean. Your eyebrows furrowed together, your head tilting to the side as you took in this man, a baseball cap covering part of his face.

“...Do I know you from somewhere?” Your question hung in the air between you two, your arms wrapped tight around your cat. Feeling a bit silly for even asking, you shook your head. “I, uh, work at a bookstore, so I probably see countless people every day,” you said, followed by an unsure laugh.

“Maybe,” he responded, offering a small smile — one that made your stomach flutter. He nodded, about to turn away when you opened your mouth once again.

“I didn’t thank you… for stopping Orion from getting away.” You held up Orion, giving him a smile of gratitude.

This stopped the man, his head tilting this time. “Orion?” he asked, an accent hanging onto his words. His eyes watching you began to soften. “I like the name.”

You weren’t sure why, but the way the man’s gaze settled on you and your cat made you feel calm — like your body resisted going back to your apartment just yet. Orion certainly didn’t take to just anyone.

But this was a stranger, and you had your cat back. So you gave another thank you and left the man. Before any other escapes could occur, you closed your apartment window with hunched shoulders and a sigh.

–

Standing outside the apartment, he rubbed a hand down his face, releasing a silent groan. That part of him telling him to leave, that you’re happier and safer here in this new life, sat heavy on his chest. Maybe in another life, you’ll have her, it said, trying desperately to convince him. But he wouldn’t have her in another life. Because he had thousands to live, and you only had one.

The other part of him thought about the life they could lead together — one where he didn’t have to force himself to forget your smile that made his steps falter. He’d nearly come clean just from how you had looked at him, your eyes sticking to him like honey.

He’d balled his fingers into a fist to stop from running a thumb across your cheek, from smoothing out the worries that filled your body. He wanted you to engulf his mind the way his powers could do to others, living out the rest of time entwined together in every form.

And dreaming of a life he’d selfishly choose — taking you away from everything you’d created here — hurt worse than walking away right now.

But… you’d recognized him. He saw it pass across your face. And you remembered that Orion was his favorite constellation. You remembered him.

–

For a bit, you tried to get back into your book despite Orion’s incessant meowing at the window. When you hadn’t made it past the one paragraph you’d been rereading for a half hour now, your mind reeling with the eyes made from the sky itself, you turned on the TV instead.

That night, after falling asleep with takeout in your stomach and an old rom-com playing in the background, you dreamt of a bedroom. Your bedroom, and of a man you couldn’t quite see the face of.

Morning light washed the room in a golden color, where you saw the back of him staring out the window. All of it shimmered under a fuzzy haze as his contagious laughter made you blink the sleep out of your heavy eyes.

You drew in the image of his soft hair, the color of warm syrup, and his pants that you could’ve sworn you’d seen before. Or least smelled, the soft scent of him bathing you in coffee and leather, along with something you couldn’t pick out, but it felt… familiar. He wore no shirt, the planes of his back open and calling for you to brush your hands along, mapping the freckles.

But you blinked again, and the bedroom shifted. Moonlight flooded the room this time, leaving the corners pitch black. The man with the brown hair paced back and forth, but his face again always sat in the shadows.

Somehow, you knew you’d had an argument this time — not a resentful fight, but a tense conversation that pulled your relationship, whatever it was, at the seams. Anger didn’t fuel it. You knew because in the cavity of your chest sat a deep sadness and worry. Your hand itched to reach out to him, but no matter what you tried, you couldn’t move.

All you could do was sit there and watch as whatever worry ate away at him. You woke up that morning with tear-stained cheeks. No one stood looking out your window like they belonged there. The early sunlight didn’t feel as warm as the one in your dream.

Your mind struggled to keep away from wondering what all this meant, even during your busy shift at the bookstore. It all felt half-hearted as you turned from customer to customer and shelved books in between.

You only snapped back into the moment when a child ran by and knocked the display you’d just built to the ground. You supposed that was one way to take your mind off of things. But silently, you cursed whichever god of fate was against you as the display also hit your water bottle, spilling it onto your shoes. A pained sigh eased its way silently from your mouth, the noise joined by the soft squelching under your feet.

The kid’s dad offered a “Sorry” and a look that said, “What can you do?” You thought there were several things he could do, but you just swallowed them down with a smile as you went to grab paper towels.

Between bending over to soak up the water and spending too long rebuilding the book display, your back ached by the end. Your fingers clenched and unclenched in painful movements, too tired to massage the knots from your stiff neck.

Carrie sent you home a little early, rubbing a wrinkled hand down your arm. “You did better than me. I would’ve poured the water in my shoes on him,” she laughed, and it brought a real smile to your face.

It kept you going as you made the walk to the nearby cafe despite your uncomfortable feet. You were at least going to end this day with a well-deserved drink in your hands. The scent of the shop’s bakery section hit you, and no sprinting children were in sight — already an improvement. You kept your eyes on the menu while you waited in the short line, already knowing your order but hoping reading the words would keep your mind off the day so far.

After the man in front of you finished paying, you ordered your go-to drink full of enough caffeine and sweetness to keep you from taking a nap the second you made it home. Off to the side, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone while your drink was being made. But quicker than you expected, another barista called your order.

You’d only taken a small step forward when a man grabbed the drink first. Pausing, a moment passed before the same order was called again for the next drink they set on the counter. Your steps began again, your hand wrapping around the cup and savoring its warmth against the skin of your palm.

The man grabbing the identical drink with all your usual add-ons — same size and everything — smiled at you. “You’ve got great taste,” he said, offering a small grin. “Got hooked on this drink a while back.”

Your smile in return dropped for a second as you finally looked at him. Your gaze found the sweep of his syrupy brown hair, traveling down to the intensity of his eyes on you.

“Hey, you saved my cat,” you said, looking between the drinks and him in slight disbelief. You weren’t sure why you were talking to him, but you found it came naturally to say something. Inclining your head toward him, you said, “I never got your name.”

He nodded. “Dru works.”

–

“Dru…”

He watched you curl your mouth around the name and knew you were going to be the death of him. He’d already known this when you first met years ago, but watching your lips say even half his name was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. And when you told him your name, he nearly laughed — as if your name hadn’t been his favorite word.

Makkari would’ve called him a coward.

–

“Well, Dru, thank you again for keeping Orion from becoming a street cat,” you said with a grin. You took a sip from your drink, the two of you moving off to the side.

“Oh, ‘s no problem. My pleasure.” You loved the lilt of his words, the way they wrapped around you in a hug. “But how’s he doing? Hope there’ve been no more escape attempts.”

Shaking your head, you let out a sigh. “No, thankfully. He just incessantly meows while I’m trying to read.”

You watched his teeth dig into the corner of his lip as he smiled. “Ah, not very relaxing then. D’you read a lot?” he asked, taking a drink — his gaze never leaving you.

“Only as a career. And most of the other time,” you laughed, your fingers picking at the lip of your cup. “I work at the bookstore next door. Do you read much?”

You quickly added, “I won’t judge if you don’t. You just came across as a reader.”

His eyebrows rose high, his mouth dropping open a little. “A reader? I don’t come across as one of those models on those steamy romance novel covers?” he said with a teasing look in his expression, his shoulders swaying. “I’ve got some things to change.”

You couldn’t stop the giggles from bubbling up at his comment. “No, no! I see it now,” you told him through a wide smile.

You pretended to look him up and down (really, it was only for the joke. Your eyes didn’t linger at all). The leather jacket and dark jeans hugging his body certainly fell into line with those cheesy romances you’d seen (and read). Holding back a grin, you pursed your lips. “After rescuing Orion, I think you’d be perfect for something like… My Purrfect Savior.”

His smile turned sly, disbelieving as he shook his head. “No… they can’t really be that bad.”

You nodded, letting out a breathless chuckle. “I swear on my life.”

His shock turned into a wide grin as laughter took over him, his shoulders shaking as he leaned toward you.

But the sound of his laughter, full of something warm and bright, had your smile dropping. Staring straight at him, maybe through him, you knew it felt identical to the one you’d heard in your dream last night. It felt like a blow to your stomach, sending you hunching over slightly.

His own face sunk, and suddenly, you hated that you recognized that look. It came with hundreds of moments that crushed against your ribs.

In an instant, memories rushed back into your mind — images of him, of his family, of your life together. A gasp escaped your mouth as you staggered back away from him. A whisper passed your lips.

“Druig.”

–

Fuck.

He knew you were going to hate him. But you sure said his name like a prayer.

–

Your breaths felt too shallow as Druig took your arm and your drink, guiding you out of the cafe with quick steps. The sun felt too bright against your eyes, suffocating. Or was that your lungs not working?

He took you to a bench to sit down on, his hand hovering over you — hesitant. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to be wrapped in his arms or to punch him off the bench. Your shaky hands pressed against your face, trying to keep you grounded.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. The man who was just a stranger now called you sweetheart, and he was no longer a stranger. He was your Druig, the one that’d erased your memories of the Eternals to keep you safe — against the wishes of your heart and the hot tears stinging your eyes when he’d told you. Despite you agreeing in the end, it’s for the best. It’d made the risk of him dying easier… if you didn’t know he existed in the first place.

“Please say something,” he whispered, his fingers finally making contact against your back, softly rubbing up and down.

The touch felt electric, buzzing full of a million things unsaid. After a minute, you rubbed your eyes with the backs of your hands, risking a glance up at him. “Is it really you?”

It’s really me. He spoke it into your mind, the first time he’d done so in years. The words came with a comforting weight that loosened a sigh from you.

As you stared at him, seeing tears of his own well up, something clicked into place. You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” you whispered over and over again against his skin.

“I’m okay,” he murmured, resting his cheek on your head. “I’m sorry, this is not how I meant things to go. I… I almost didn’t say anything.”

“I should’ve known that when we agreed to do this,” you said, a bittersweet laugh coating your voice.

Silence passed, and you could feel the unspoken words in his throat. Still, you waited until he said, “Are you sure? I can make you forget again, if you wan-”

“Druig,” you said, the sweetness of your voice almost offset by your exhaustion. “Please, shut up. You’re not leaving me again.”

He let out a long, shaky breath that shook to your core. His tense shoulders finally slumped, his body leaning into you even more.

“I couldn’t stay away from you.”

“I know,” you whispered, just holding onto him. The rise and fall of your chest fell in line with his. Silently, you thanked whatever fate brought him back to you.

It wasn’t fate. It was you. Not much could’ve made me stay away from you.

Pulling back, you glared at him, though you were too happy to see him for it to look very real. “I don’t think I missed that part of you.”

He offered a sorta apologetic smile. “Couldn’t help myself. Missed all of you, your mind too.” He rubbed his hand down the back of your head, stroking along your neck as if to make the point.

You understood what he meant, especially all those moments when you’d felt like something was missing. It was always him.

“So it’s all over then? The Emergence — I saw it on the news a while ago, but what happened?” you asked him, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He brought his forehead to yours, letting out a soft breath. “We stopped it. Then I had to get things settled in the aftermath, traveled with Makkari and Thena for a few years. I’m sorry I was away for so long, but…”

You knew. He did it for you, to make sure your life would stay safe.

“I’ve missed them,” you sighed out, smiling at the memories of the other Eternals. “Oh and thank you, for saving the world,” you said with a weak laugh.

He just smiled with you as he swiped his thumb along your cheeks, dragging the last tears away. “My beauty. I don’t know how you remembered. With my powers, that’s never happened to anyone.”

A soft smile grew along your face. “I’m not just anyone, Druig.”

His hands pulled your face closer. “No, no you’re not,” he whispered against your lips. His mouth brushed along yours before fully kissing you. It tasted of the years apart, as if making up for lost time. He kissed you until your lungs begged for air, making you reluctantly move back, settling in next to him.

He grabbed your drinks — the one you’d gotten him hooked on — and pulled you into his arms once again. You weren’t sure how long the two of you had been sitting there, the warmth still present on your lips. It wasn’t until the sun began to dip below the city’s skyline that you said anything.

“Love?” you asked, your eyes resting shut. His arm fell around your shoulder, the two of you watching the world together.

“Hmm?”

Laying your head back against him, you whispered, “Play me a memory of us. A happy one.”

So he did, flashing a memory into your mind — one where you met the other Eternals for the first time, their family immediately embracing you. And surrounded by joy and laughter, you still held onto Druig’s hand. A tether keeping you close, a lifeline.

The warmth of it seeped throughout your body, holding you tight. It played out all through the way home. You reminisced on the memories you’d missed and imagined the new ones you’d be making.

And back at the home you’d share together for a while, after finding your old life again, you laid with Druig in bed. Between retellings of all the events he’d survived, the two of you found moments of happiness — bright stars amongst the dark background. Or a strike of lightning illuminating the window, showing two raindrops entwining themselves.

The entire time, his hand traced shapes along your skin, his touch never leaving you for long. You savored the weight of him pressed to you, an ever-present reminder of what you’d missed, of what you’d both sacrificed. You fell asleep to his soft voice brushing against the curve of your ear, whispering “I love you” again and again.

That night, you dreamt of no one.

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#druig #druig x reader #druig x female reader #druig x fem!reader #druig eternals #druig x you #barry keoghan #the eternals #marvel

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mothdruid · 1 month

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Druig with I'm gonna fuck every last thought out of this pretty head from the smutty dialogues please! And happy birthday!! 🎂🥳

of course you can! and thank you!

this blurb contains heavy implications of consensual non-con with druig's mind control powers

A shudder passed through you as he rutted unbearably deep into you. You were already overly sensitive do to the stretch of his cock. His hips were flush against your ass, patch of thick curls nestled tightly against your clit. His body was draped over yours, hands planted on both sides of your head. The ropes tied around your wrists were starting to dig in just the perfect amount.

"Y'like that," hot breath fanned across your face, "like how fuckin' deep I am." He rutted his hips into yours again, reveling in the shudder that ran through you.

You arched your back, pressing your tits up into towards Druig and alleviating the weight from your arms and hands tied behind your back. The light slowly faded as you closed your eyes, focusing on the pleasure filled sensations that were encompassing your insides.

"So.. so much," you whimpered.

"Hmmm?"

His hips pulled back a little from your ass a little, giving you enough room to finally take a comfortable deep breath. Reality was now starting to seep back into your consciousness, letting you finally formulate full thoughts.

"It's too much," you finally got out, "it's just becoming too much."

"Too much?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

His blue eyes were piercing into yours. A devilish smirk tugged at his lips. A golden hue was starting to become visible in his eyes. You knew what was about to happen, and it made your cunt flutter around him.

"I’m going to fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head."

With that your consciousness started to fade as the gold glow grew bright. And with that he shoved his cock deep into you again. All you knew after that was the pleasure that you could feel throughout your physical being.

thank you for sending this in!! i haven't written for druig in a hot minute, so it was nice to revisit him <3 don't forget to send some blurbs in!

birthday weekend blurb event

#moths 26th #druig #druig smut #druig imagine #druig x reader #druig x female reader #barry keoghan

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cdragons · 5 months

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Fashion Mistakes

Pairings: Ikaris x Persephone!Eternal!Reader (Sephia) and Druig x Hecate!Eternal!Reader (Kaetlyn) Words: ~2.5 k Summary: Sephia needs a wardrobe upgrade, and Sersi is as much as a menace as Kaet sometimes Warning: Probably very inaccurate descriptions of historical fashion trends, Sersi is a 10/10 shipper, Kaety is dramatic AF, Druig is an unbothered king Notes: This drabble was inspired by a scene in 27 dresses, if you know you know. Please reblog and like and comment! Shoutout to @ethereal-athalia & @valeskafics for being the most supportive people on this platform!

You loved your sisters. But there were times where the two of them could be a bit…much, especially when they worked together. This was evident by how the two Eternals razed through her closet to sort out her clothes to decide which were to be kept, and which would be discarded. Every piece of furniture or tile on the floor was covered in an array of textiles and patterns as if a hurricane ran through a fabric store.

“Is this really necessary?” you groaned out.

“Yes,” came the two voices in unison.

“Don’t I at least get a say in what I get to keep?”

“No.”

“Can you the two of you at least look at me before you throw everything away?”

“Can’t.” “In the zone.”

“Druig?” you looked over to her brother-in-law for help, hoping that he could maybe talk his wife down. “Do you think you could maybe help me out here?”

The mind-controller Eternal was watching the same scene as his distressed sister, only with a much more amused gaze. He looked extremely out of place in the sea of colors in his ensemble of handmade cotton shirt layers with dark blue linen pants. The only accessories he donned were the ebony wood beaded bracelet Kaety commissioned for him over 500 years ago, along with the golden ring he wore on a chain from their private wedding.

“Unfortunately, Sephia,” he began, “I’m afraid that you’re unable to convince my angel, I won’t be much more help. But you are more than welcome to keep trying. Perhaps in your success, you may convince her to spare me a glance. As much as I adore time spent with our daughters, I feel a bit defenseless on my own.”

It was only when Kaety heard her husband’s little quip that she broke her concentration. She pouted her lips to show her displeasure, but only for a short moment before she crossed the room to embrace the man she’s loved for her entire lifetime. The pure love and adoration that shone in the pair’s eyes made it feel like you were the one intruding on a private moment than the other three in your own room. It baffled you sometimes to witness the pair’s love. It often left you wondering if you would ever be able to have a love and bond as strong as theirs in your future. But after living for over seven millennium, you knew that the odds were not in your favor.

“Feeling lonely, my love?” she asked so sweetly. “How cruel of me to neglect you in favor of someone else.” You rolled her eyes at her best friend’s facetious pity, Kaety loved teasing her husband almost as much as Druig loved teasing her. There truly weren’t two souls more meant for one another than the other.

Sometimes the site of their tender smiles and private laughs made your heart feel a bit heavy, since it hasn’t been long since you realized your own longings for love, especially towards a certain man with silver streaks and blue eyes.

“Sephia is right though,” commented Sersi, “we’re going to need more people to help out if we’re going to sort through this mess out. Are you sure Phastos can’t come?”

“It’s not so much he can’t, but more that he won’t.” Kaety explained whilst still locked in Druig’s embrace as he laid small kisses across her face. “He’s still insisting that the last time he was here, some of the ghosts latched on to him and took residence in his house when he got back.”

“And that claim would be completely out the question, why?” you quizzically asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Because they weren’t ghosts.” Kaetlyn stated in a matter-of-factly tone. “They were hobgoblins. And it’s not like they caused any trouble anyway! Ben and Jack didn’t even notice anything.”

“I still can’t believe that you managed to convince Phastos to let you babysit Jack. How do you explain it to Jack when he sees you do magic, or whenever the twins see something that he can’t?” Sersi asked as she continued to sort through the closet to see what else needed to be discarded.

“Oh come on! You make it sound like I’m incapable of not using magic for everything! I am more than able to not use it for a couple of hours, and the twins are still at an age when they point at something, we can just say it’s their imagination at work. Isn’t that right, my beloved?”

“Of course, my angel,” replied Druig, “but in the defense of our friend, our girls picked up on your tendency to pick up scary strays. Especially the kind who happen to have sharp teeth and a taste for humans.” His aquamarine eyes gleamed in mirth at his wife’s pout.

“How can you say that?!” Kaetlyn exclaimed indignantly as she lightly shoved his shoulder. “You make them sound as if they are no different from deviants, when they are far more adorable and lovable!”

“Only those with your blood will find such creatures ‘lovable,’” remarked your husband who would soothe your piecing gaze with a graze of his lips on your cheek, “my beautiful, beautiful Kaetlyn, Mother of Witches and Monsters indeed.” His last words whispered out so softly as he leaned in to kiss his beautiful wife, a kiss she eagerly reciprocated.

“Alright you two, let’s focus on the task at hand,” Sersi interjected the lovers’ quarrel, “so Phastos is out of the question in terms of helping?”

“Probably for the best anyway,” you confirmed, “Kaety still insists that his style is too much of a homebody.”

“Anyone who owns that many cardigans and sweater vests is already mentally prepared to be placed in a home.”

“But thankfully for us,” Sersi added on with a little gleam in her eyes, “I had enough foresight to predict our issue and already invited someone here to help us.”

“Please tell me you didn’t invite Kingo,” pleaded Druig, “I don’t think I can handle another one of those ‘tea parties’ he and Laoise and Aisling insist on putting on every time he visits.”

“No, it’s not Kingo,” placated Sersi, “but he should be here at any moment.”

She had that look in her eye that matched Kaetlyn whenever she came up with another one of her “ingenious” ideas.

“Um, he?” asked Kaety. “Whomst is this ‘he’?”

And like a stroke of magic, a knock broke them out of their conversation. And four pairs of eyes locked at the sight of a single man with a silver streak in his hair and devastatingly beautiful blue eyes that stood with so much self-importance you could choke on it five miles out.

“Judging by the look in your eyes,” he stated to break the shocked silence, “I can assume that I wasn’t expected to be here?” Whatever he was about to say next died in his throat at the sight of Sephia. The overloading smugness in his eyes softened to awestruck adoration when he took in the love of his life.

Here you stood, healthy and beaming, so different from the pale and tired figure that he had to come to terms with for the past 400 years. Here was Sephia, his Sephia, lively and standing and in good health. You weren't wearing the drab and shapeless dark blue and light gray garments that hid her sinful figure from the crowd. You instead wore a pair of dark blue wash flared jeans, along with a square neckline white floral patterned peasant blouse, paired with antique statement rings and delicate necklace. It was as if you was brought straight from an issue of Vogue in the seventies.

“Ikaris,” you whispered.

“Stars,” he thought, “even her voice no longer sounds as strained.”

Thanos ruined plenty of lives, made a mockery of the Avengers, and wasted 7000 years of hard labor in postponing Tiamut’s emergence with just a single snap of his fingers. But in Ikaris’ mind, all of that was justified if it meant he got to see his flower blooming in all of her rarity, as opposed to withering away in a dark and damp jungle. Half of the universe was gone now, but Sephia was healthy and alive and strong – and that meant even more to Ikaris than failing his mission to Arishem.

On the other side of the room, you stood in silence as she took in the sudden appearance of your friend. Partially in mortification that he was seeing the state of her room in the mess it was in. But a larger part in joy in seeing your friend who long became the man you gave her heart to since the first time he decided to wait outside the commune’s borders because you wanted to show him your garden. But all in shock that he decided to willingly come so close to Druig and Kaet in their home where their children reside far from the rest of humanity.

“Ikaris!” Sersi exclaimed with a tone that convinced no one that she didn’t plan this happening. “Thank Arishem you’re here! Luckily, we’ve already decided to keep everything up to the late 19th century, but from here on out we need to sort through the past 10 decades to make room for a more modern ensemble. In fact, you really do have great timing because I need to go somewhere right now, and so do Kaety and Druig. SO, we will just leave you two alone!”

Silence still rang through the air as one pair could only stare in longing for the other, while another pair stood next to one another in disbelief as one other person was basically shoving out the door. But silence was not for long as Kaety took matters in her own hands as she turned to her beaming friend in trademark green once all three were all out of earshot.

“Sersi, what Lovecraftian fuckery are you pulling right now?”

You stood in one of your favorite Thea Porter’s dresses, trying very hard to calm the rapid beating of her heart, all to prepare herself to once more face the man on the other side of the changing screen. You never expected to see him in your room, still as ruggedly handsome as he would always remain. You never expected to have these feelings for Ikaris- for anyone really- but they grew to the point where by the time you recognized it, you was already in the middle. Feeling your face heat and fluster, you put your hair in a simple and loose braid in attempt to cool herself. Stepping into view, you tried your best to seem calm and collected, but everything inside you felt anything but that.

“This is one of my favorite dresses,” you stated, “what do you think?”

“I think you need to take off that dress and wrap those legs around me so I can take you on every surface of this house in a tree,” was the first thing that came to Ikaris’ mind. But he couldn’t say exactly that, and so all he stated was the second thought in his mind. “You’re beautiful Sephia, you’ve always been beautiful in everything you wear.”

The sincerity swimming in his eyes made you wish you could drown in them. Blushing mad with a shy smile, you did her best to not seem like you wasn’t bursting at the seams from joy at his words. “Ikaris, the only way I’ll be able to get rid of anything is if you be honest.”

“Sephia,” Ikaris replied, “there is truly no one on this planet who could ever compare to you, in radiance and in beauty. I honestly can’t think of anything that wouldn’t look perfect on you.”

“Well, I do have something that I think may change that opinion,” you remarked with a twinkle in your eyes before dashing inside your closet to grab something and once more hiding behind the change screen. “Wait for a little bit, it takes a while to put on!”

After a few minutes of audible struggling, Ikaris was tempted to ask you if you needed any help taking off putting on your outfit, when you announced that you was done and then stepped into view, and Ikaris’ eyes grew wide with horror.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s a hobble skirt!” you exclaimed, far too amused by reaction. “It was a very short-lived trend in the US from 1908 to 1914. Its popularity declined during World War I.”

“I can see why,” Ikaris remarked, “are they at all comfortable?”

“Oh, not at all. But they did serve as inspiration for the sheath skirts in the 1950s.”

“Sheath skirts?”

“Pencil skirts, I suppose. But it does look awful, doesn’t it?”

“Ugh, terrible. Is this the worst one you have?”

“Oh no, this doesn’t even come close.” You went back to your vintage treasure trove to search for a particularly dreadful ensemble, and what you pulled out could only be described as an antebellum nightmare. “This is my favorite, by far.”

“Oh my-” Ikaris’ hand covered his mouth in horror, “what the hell is that? And please tell me that you didn’t actually commission this to be made for you.”

“You’ll be happy to find out that I did not ask for this to be made for me. It was a gift from the matriarch a very sweet family I was staying with during my travels in 1850s.”

“Gift? Sephia, that’s not a ‘gift.’ That’s a punishment in the form of flouncing yellows, oversized orange flowers, and what I assume to be 15 layers of petticoats.”

“10 layers, and this is only the dress. Wait till you see the bonnet that comes with it.”

“Oh gods – there’s a bonnet?”

“And a matching parasol.”

Momentary silence echoed between them before a huge grin spread across his face. “That’s it, you need to put that on, right now.”

For the next several hours, the two went through only the very worst contents of Sephia’s closet. From the green taffeta balloon dress from the 80s to the orange ballerina dress that looked it was designed by a ballet-obsessed 8-year-old, they spent the entire day laughing and smiling more than either had in the last five centuries. The sight of it all made Sersi so happy in knowing she had been the cause of this success.

“You know what you’re doing is really creepy, right?” Druig commented, bringing his friend out of her dreams of planning her friends’ future wedding as she continued to spy at the happy almost-couple with Kaety’s magic.

“If watching Ikaris cutely interact with the love of his life through your wife’s magic shadow thingy so that I can get enough pictures for the slideshow I’m making for their future wedding, then fine I’m creepy.”

A soft babble from the babe sitting on her father’s lap prevented Druig from remarking on that “fascinating” idea as he peered down to see his four-month-old daughter point a chubby finger to her mother who was lying face-down on the floor as her sister sat on top of their Mami.

“Sorry little dove, Mummy can’t play right now. She’s in mourning.”

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redheadspark · 4 months

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Hello! Can I request #1 and #3 with Barry Keoghan? ❤️

AN - Thanks for the request, anon!

Thanks To You

Summary - Barry brings you peace when your world is rocked

Warnings - Angst with barely any fluff

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,”

Barry’s fingers that were in your hair paused, hearing the tension in your voice as you were watching the window outside, seeing the snow falling gracefully from the sky and cars driving along the street. The world was still rolling by, though it felt like a standstill in your little apartment while the soft sounds of the fireplace were heard in front of you both. Curled up on the couch, head in Barry’s lap as he was giving you both the intimacy of being close to you and space to let you talk about how heavy your heart was.

The heaviness of your mother kicking you out of her home.

The last few years living with her was hard for you, her hardened heart was always on her sleeve and she was never shy in showing it to those who would defy her. Ever since your parents divorced and your father found love with a new wife, your mother did the divorce rather hard and became bitter because of it. You were merely living with her to both save up some money to move out on your own and to get some money in your savings. Plus it was easier for you since your work was right down the street from your mother's house, but it was also a literal hell.

The only ray of light that was in this whole mess was your boyfriend Barry.

You made sure Barry and your mother were never left alone in the room. She briefly met him when he came to pick you up for a date, already analyzing him since he was an up-and-coming actor. You knew she was judging him, even when he introduced himself to her and he was beyond courteous and polite. It made you feel embarrassed, apologizing to him when he drove you off to the dinner. Barry wasn’t worried about it, winking at you, and then laced your hands together to show you that he was okay with it.

“I don’t care what she says about me,” Barry reassured you when you slept over at his apartment one night, “I’ll use my Barry charm on her to win her over in due time,”

“It might be impossible with her,” You said with a groan as he chuckled, “It’ll be an uphill battle when it comes to my mom,”

“Challenge accepted then,” Barry said in a cocky manner, though you poked his side and he laughed. You loved that Barry would make things light for you when he knew you were stressed out with your mom. He whisked you away on weekend trips or mini-vacations that he would take thanks to a recent movie gig he landed. Those little mom tens, pockets of joy even, made your heart grow for him.

The last thing you expected though, right before Christmas of course, was to get into a fight with your mother over Barry and then get kicked out because she was filled with spite.

Barry came over to your house as soon as you texted him and told him what happened, helping you pack your clothes and a small cluster of things that you wanted to keep with you. He said nothing to your mother, who was scowling out on the back porch a you were crying in your bedroom and trying to get the rest of your things in the small bags that you did have. After a few minutes, Barry took your bags and walked you out of his car. He drove off with you, leaving your past behind without your mother not even saying goodbye.to you.

You called your father when you made it to Barry’s apartment, telling him all that happened. Ever thankful that your father was supportive of you, he made sure to wire you some money to get on your feet and made sure you knew that his home was available for you to come to. Yet you were safer with Barry, on the other side of town a bit away from your mother. The first thing you said to Barry after hanging up the phone, seeing him watch you with Conner in his eyes, were four simple yet moving words that made you feel so small.

“Please just hold me,” you whimpered, feeling overwhelmed from all that happened within an hour. Barry had you within his arms instantly as you sobbed and unleashed all that pain that was festering.

“You don’t have to hide your tears from me,” Barry reassured you as you moved your head on his lap to look at the ceiling, noticing a tear escaping from the corner of your eye as Barry kept talking, “I know what’s it like with that kind of family. It hurts, but it won’t last forever,”

“She said those nasty things about you, I couldn’t hold my tongue because I knew they were false. But now…. I’m homeless,” You said in a defeated sigh. Barry tutted as he shook his head.

“You’re not homeless,” he reminded you, then gesturing to the small apartment you two were in, “We’ve already talked about moving in together, so now this is your place. We can get the rest of your stuff another time—“

“I don’t want anything else,” You gently interrupted as you slowly blinked, your heart feeling less heavy but still damaged. You could still hear her voice in the back of your mind, bad-mouthing Barry and thinking of him as mediocre and cocky. It killed you to hear that since you knew him to be far better. He was kind, down to earth, and beyond generous. He was a brilliant actor, as well as a brilliant human being, and for your mother to wish to see only the bad side of it was heartbreaking. No matter that you two were on uneven ground or the bridge you two had was beyond broken, she was still your mother.

Your mother who now shunned you and kicked you out of her life.

“She can burn the rest of my stuff for all I care,” You said bitterly, “I only got what I needed from that house, thanks to you.”

Barry smiled, though the look on his face seemed concerned about how you were reacting this way. He knew you to be strong, tough as nails when it came to your work and fending for yourself. He also knew you wore your heart on your sleeve and loved helping others when you could, there was no selfish bone in your body.

So all Barry could do was simply watch you as you moved your head again to look out the windows, watching the snowflakes cascade along the window. He was mentally telling himself that all he could do was simply be present for you in this time, knowing the plenty of times when you were there for him when he needed support. You always took his hand, giving him sweet words of encouragement, there was never a time when Barry truly felt alone when it came to you.

Now it was his turn to return the favor.

The End.

Hurt and Comfort Prompt Session

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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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do you plan on writing more for barry’s joker? im loving what you have so far!! 💚

Absolutely!! I’ll do more on him later today 💚🃏

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saltburnedme · 4 months

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Paring: Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3520

Summary: You’d only been visiting family at Saltburn for a few weeks, but this time you couldn’t shift the feeling of something or someone watching you.

Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), choking, stalking? Kind of?, two way mirrors, vague horror ish themes, dubious consent, generally fucked up smut overall

Writers note: Hi friends! This is my first Oliver fic, I’m planning on writing more so let me know if you have any requests. I’ve only seen the film once so I apologise if my writing of him isn’t quite right yet.. just read his parts with his accent and I think it works! Please share, comment, like and all of those good things 💕💕

Part 2

21 days, almost a full month, that’s how long it had taken you to get to grips with the enormity of Saltburn. Most of that time had been spent mistakenly walking into a linen closet which supplied one of the many bedrooms believing it was the entrance to your room. You’d even drawn yourself a map by this point and somehow, you still managed to get lost, the house was almost as much of a maze as the actual maze in the garden was. You had checked off your room, all of the shared spaces and most of the other bedrooms, inhabited or otherwise, all marked down perfectly on your little map. There was only one wing of the house which you were not allowed into, Elsbeth called it the ‘bachelor pad’ something you know Felix would have at the very least groaned at. He’d been sharing this space with his guest, another student named Oliver. He was quiet, a bit of a mystery overall but from that you assessed that he was a man who liked his privacy, making you chalk up their reluctance to have you in that space no more than a matter of comfort. A comfort you wish that you could say you felt also.

You visited Saltburn many times as a child, the family themselves were distant relatives of yours which is why you always summered there when your parents were away on business. You’d never felt uncomfortable there before, but this time something was different even though you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Maybe it was the heat getting to you, maybe it was the ever changing list of house guests that visited or the way that it seemed the eyes on the paintings of long dead aristocracy seemed to follow you around the room. Something had changed, if only you could put your finger on it.. or a toe.. maybe even an out stretched palm if you felt confident enough, anything to make this restlessness end. Every night that you laid in bed, you felt something, someone, watching you. You had checked, you’d opened every door, searched every shelf and wandered into every linen closet in the vicinity of your room and every time, nothing. Your well drawn map granting you no ease of mind, even with all of the labels you’d added to it over the last few weeks. The constant tossing and turning ceased only by one saving grace, you’d remembered to pack your vibrator.

Every night like clockwork your little buzzing friend would find the tingling mound between your legs, slipping in and out seamlessly like always, making you cum within a few minutes. That was until tonight, maybe you should have expected it. 21 days in a row of usage, the batteries were sure to go flat at some point, you just didn’t think it would be so soon. Placing it into the draw of the bedside table you go back to the constant pacing feeling in your mind as you attempted to sleep. The watching feeling was back, the hairs on your arms standing up, the feeling of the familiar prickling at the back of your neck as if something dangerous was approaching from the shadows. But sleep finally took you, once again.

The sound of knuckles tapping against the wood of the door early every morning tore you from your sleep, a much needed sleep. The curtains being torn open and the light hitting your face remind you of where you are almost immediately, at least this time with the maids in your room you knew who was watching you. ‘Breakfast is ready’ she says as she leaves the room as promptly as she arrived, off to wake another of the Saltburn family without a doubt. Crawling out of bed in your white night dress, you throw on a matching robe over the top, fumbling your slippers on, briefly checking your reflection in the full length mirror mounted to the wall across from your bed before wandering down the long halls to the breakfast table. Taking your usual seat you notice no one else has awoken yet, your tired eyes settling on the food in front of you, you almost fall asleep sitting up eating. The exhaustion of the last few days finally catching up with you. ‘You looked frustrated last night’ a low voice utters quietly a few seats across from you, the low muttering making you jump out of your skin with shock.

‘Excuse me?’ You question, a puzzled look on your face which could have been mistaken for anger, your words coming out harsher than you expected. You see the man across from you almost retreat into himself, he’d barely uttered a word to you in the last 21 days and now this? Your mind immediately flashing back to your frustration at your vibrator unceremoniously dying on you, surely that isn’t what he refers to tho.. right? ‘Oh Oliver, I’m sorry, I’m so tired that came out poorly. what do you mean?’ You question, making Oliver un tense slightly.

‘I saw you looking for something last night’ he begins. ‘Anything I can help with?’ He questions.

‘Oh, That. I was just trying to get a better lay of the land. Every time i visit I swear this place is rearranged, it’s like a new house every time.’ You reply.

‘Sure, that must have been it’ he replies, no follow up, nothing. Although it was more of a conversation than you’d managed with him this whole time, you expected maybe something else would have come from this. He could have offered to help you, anything. Although you hadn’t spoken that much you’d find it hard to argue that you hadn’t developed a little crush on him, his dark hair in contrast with his piercing blue eyes, surely that would make any girl swoon.

Just as you finally thought of something to say, the thought of offering him an invitation to explore the mansion with you to further expand your map, the rest of the family arrived, keen to discuss plans for the day. Your hopes of getting to know Oliver better shattered once again.

You continued your day like normal, a dip in the pool, a little bit of reading, another trip to a random room to expand the map and eventually dinner and straight to bed.

Once again you were kept up, tonight you indulged in wine a little bit more than usual, the knowledge of the lack of batteries to fuel your only release weighing heavy on your mind.

Crawling into bed you listen to the creaking of the wooden floorboards in the hallway, the sound of the old house almost swaying in the breeze as if that were possible. You try to ignore the familiar ache between your thighs as you long for sleep subtly grinding against the palm of your hand as you crave the release you know you can’t have. The feeling growing stronger and your movements becoming more unsubtle as you move the covers off of you, the fabric of your night dress pooling up around your hips as you grind, longing for that familiar feeling. ‘Ugh, fuck sake’ you groan, it’s of no use. You roll over frustratedly, your face buried in pillows as you let out a silent scream. That’s when you hear it, the floorboards creaking, the sound too loud to be from the hallway and it wasn’t just creaking this time, footsteps. But it couldn’t be, you’d locked the door to your room, the only other way in was through the window which you had ensured was locked.

‘Hello?’ You ask tentatively, sitting bolt upright in bed at this point. You weren’t sure if you prayed for an answer or not, at least if there were an answer you’d know for certain that you weren’t alone. But no answer came.

2:41am, you’d checked the clock at least 20 times by now every time you had almost drifted to sleep another creak on the floorboards would tare you from your dreams. It sounded almost as if they were getting closer, they’d began earlier by your mirror and by now they were approaching the head of the bed. Sometimes you even thought you could feel something touching you, lightly re arranging the way your hair fell on the pillow, or something lightly tugging at the blanket that covered your body. But this time you felt it for sure.

The weight on the bed shifted, while you lay in the middle, the bed dipped on the side, the unmistakeable feeling of someone sitting at the side of the bed. Another second and you felt it, a hand on your ankle wrapped tight. Terrified you sit, unable to move. You never imagined this is how you’d be in this position, you’d scream and fight when you’d imagined this scenario previously but you were wrong, so wrong. You lay there silently, only when you felt the grip on your ankle tighten did you even let on that you were awake as you were harshly dragged down the bed, now splayed out in the middle. Before you could scream a hand smacks over your mouth with a slap, silencing any sound that could have come out of you.

‘What were you thinking about?’ A voice in the dark asks, an accent of some sort laced in his words surely belonging to the owner of the strong hands currently pinning you against the bed. ‘Who were you thinking about?’ The voice continues, more demanding this time as the accent becomes clearer, Oliver? Surely not. The sweet, quiet man who sits across from you silenced by his own nervousness every breakfast, it can’t be him. You try to answer, your words muffled by the hand over your mouth, although you’re sure it would be less of an answer and more of a demanding to get out of your room.

‘Was it me? Tell me it was me.’ He demands, his hand dropping from your mouth to your throat, wrapped around tightly grasping at the column of your neck.

‘I-I Uhm’ your reply coming out as nonsense. He was right, you had been thinking of him. You’d seen his physique while sunbathing, sneaking a glance when you believed no one would notice. But now with his hand wrapped around your neck and his body pressing into yours your mind was blank.

‘Answer me’ he demands, hand tightening as his face grows ever closer to yours. At this distance you swear you can almost see the moonlight shining through the window reflecting off of his blue eyes, glimmering at you.

‘You.. it was you’ you stutter out quietly, your words shocking even you as they come out breathy and quiet.

‘What a good girl you’ve been for me’ he says, his grip loosening on your throat as he glides his index finger down your cheek.

‘Bu-but how did you.. where.. what’ you question, a full sentence becoming too much for your brain to handle, but the man on top of you seems to have gotten the gist of your line of questioning.

‘I’ve been watching you’ he replies. ‘You and your little map. Wandering around like you own the place’ his words laced with venom. ‘I’ll admit you did make it harder for me. You thought you were so smart checking everywhere, you never bothered to check within your own room’. He continues as your eyes fight with the dark, darting around every corner of the room. That’s when you spot it, the light reflecting off of the mirror slightly wrong, it was almost as if the glass was rippling, the reflection always seeming a little off, it was a two way mirror. From the spot where it was mounted on the wall, you realised that it was pushed slightly further than usual, the story all making sense in your mind suddenly. You hadn’t been imaging things, you had heard footsteps inside the room, someone was watching you, Oliver.

‘Our rooms share a serving corridor as these old houses do sometimes’ he says as if it was an obvious fact, something everyone would know. He could see a million questions whirling behind your eyes, snapping you out of your thoughts as his soft fingers against your cheek suddenly turn into a slap, grasping your face turning your lips into a pout. ‘Now, I know what you do to sleep and I took the liberty of removing the batteries from your useless little toy there’ he sneers at you, you can almost feel his smirk against your lips as he comes in closer. This was nothing like the man you had vaguely come to know over the last few weeks, he was mean, cruel even and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you admitted that you liked it, you loved this version of Oliver. ‘I thought, just maybe if you’d get impatient enough you’d come to me yourself. But the little miss never came’ he continues, finding himself amusing at his own pun. ‘So I came to you’ putting extra emphasis on his words to make a point as to almost poke at you. ‘Now, I can either leave and go back to my room or I can help you with your predicament. Would you like that?’ He questions, still holding your face in his hands ensuring you look straight into his eyes as your head nods, partially guided by Oliver’s hand moving your face for you. ‘Good girl’ he places a light peck onto your lips. ‘The former was never really an option anyway, did you really think I could leave all this now that I have you here?’ His question sounding more like a statement, he didn’t care about your answer, he decided you belonged to him the moment he stepped into the room. His hand slips from your face, grasping your throat once more before climbing further onto the bed, throwing the covers off of you and pushing your night dress up.

He sighs, the view of you almost making him cum on the spot. Oliver never imagined he’d actually do it, sure he’d thought of the thousand ways he could take you, he wanted to bend you over and fuck your brains out over the breakfast table every morning for the last month and now, in this single sigh he released a months worth of frustration. His desperate hands kneading at the supple flesh of your thighs, roaming up to where he was at his most desperate for you. The moment the pad of his thumb pressed against your clit a jolt of electricity raced through your body, moving you with a shocked flinch against the bed. His eyes bore into yours as if almost warning you to stay still, a warning you would absolutely heed. His eyes transfixed on yours as his thumb swirled around your sensitive nub, gathering slick from your entrance just to return to your clit, your climax building from the moment he touched you. You were almost there, your peak was in sight you could feel it building when he tore his hand from you. A smirk pressed against his lips as he bent down to kiss you, he was proud, he ruined your orgasm and he was proud of it. Just as you settled into the lack of his touch, his lips hovering against yours he plunged his fingers into you, without warning a loud gasp leaving your lips. You knew you’d fucked up the moment the sound left your mouth, his fingers being pulled from you once more.

‘Good girls stay quiet, do you understand me? We wouldn’t want the rest of them finding out how much of a whore you are now would we?’ He sneers, your heart rate increasing as you nod your head again. ‘Such a good girl for me. I’ll make sure to reward you, just stay quiet for me’ he continues, his words softer this time as his fingers return to your warm, wet entrance.

It was harder to stay quiet than you expected. His pace was relentless and now as he kissed down your body, your night dress torn from you and the remaining scrap of fabric now discarded to the floor, the want to moan for him was overwhelming. This was only made worse when his lips wrapped around your sensitive mound. His tongue and fingers moving at the same time, sucking on your most sensitive parts like a man starved. He was desperate for you and now, you were for him. You couldn’t resist it and he could tell, your climax was imminent as you rocked your hips against his mouth. From watching you he knew that you covered your mouth with your hand or bit down onto your fist when you came in an attempt to muffle the sounds. To compensate for this, at the moment your shaking orgasm rippled through your body he shoved his fingers into your mouth, the taste of your own juices heavy on your tongue as he suckled and licked you through your peak, his eyes still fixed on yours.

You thought that was it, he said he wanted to help you and he had, you’d half expected him to leave when he tore his own shirt over his head, pushing his boxers down his thighs as he pushes your legs further open with the weight of his own body. With one hand next to your head and his other white knuckle grasping his cock he glided his length through the slick of your pussy. His lustful gaze had left yours now, favouring watching his tip spread you wide for him. Just as your eyes left his face to watch the sight between your legs you were interrupted. ‘Look at me’ he demands ‘I want to see the look on your face when I split you open’ his words being of continuous shock to you, where had your quiet kind man gone?

Although you’d hate to say he was correct, he was. Even with your drenched hole and your legs spread wide for him the burn as he entered you was real. He was unbelievably thick and long, his length impaling you again and again as he begins thrusting into you relentlessly. He was as desperate for release as you were, maybe you should have known, your sweet man in his full right mind would surely never break into your room and do this to you if he wasn’t desperate you reassured yourself. This can’t be the real him after all, it had to be an act.

These thoughts stayed with you for merely seconds as your eyes rejoined his as they flutter open, your mouth hanging open in a silent moan just like his. As if you could both feel the sound about to release your lips came crashing together, muffling the sound of your joint moans as his tongue slips into your month. It was a dirty, sinful act and you loved every second of it. You’d never felt this desperate for anyone in your life. You wanted him to cum inside you, breed you and make you his.

‘Once I cum inside you, you’re mine. Do you understand? I fucking own you’ he says, making you question if he has a future in a career in mind reading. He doesn’t wait for an answer taking the feeling of your walls tightening around his length as the only reply he would ever need again.

His pace quickens his body pressed against yours as his hand clasps over your mouth silencing you, your head held still as he glares into your eyes. You can feel it, his climax nearing, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more erratic as he breaks his own rule, groaning loudly into your kiss as he cums within you, his liquid filling you to the brim. The sound reverberates against the walls, someone must have heard that you think as he continues to fill you up. Just as you think he’d stopped, almost possessively he begins to move again. The feeling overwhelming both of your senses as he fucks his cum further into you before pulling out and repeating the same process with his fingers, watching a little bit trickle out before pushing it back inside you once more.

‘You’ll keep this inside you, you understand? You don’t get to clean yourself up’ he demands. ‘You’ll be a good girl for me tomorrow, at 10pm sharp you’ll get into the bath across the hall and wait for me. Got it?’ His demands continue as he places one last harsh kiss onto your lips, your eyes flickering closed for only a second, re opening when your kiss has parted. Just like that he was gone. His clothes, every part of him had left you almost without a trace. Your night dress torn on the floor you ponder how you’ll explain that to the maids in the morning as they’ll have to fix it. You cover yourself with the blanket again, your head pressed against the pillow as you finally go to sleep, the best you’ve slept in 21 days.

Part 2

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hoteldreamss · 6 months

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Imagine || druig

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Это было небольшое поселение. Ты не хотела останавливаться здесь, потому что всё здесь просто казалось странным местом. Это больше походило на коммуну, нежели городок. Здесь нет никакого суда, никакой прокуратуры, никакой мэрии, только церковь и полиция, ты понятия не имела почему правительство страны не заинтересовалось этим местом.

— Останься. — Голос единственного человека, который был здесь главным, хотя и пытался скрыть это, разносится по всей церкви.

Это было небольшое здание, скромное, но ухоженное, за ним явно следили, стараясь не допускать отслоения краски от стен, прогнивших досок и на удивление никакой атрибутике католицизма, кроме креста над крышей.

Он был пугающим, хотя ты в жизни не посчитала бы его опасным при первой встрече. Но спустя время ты понимаешь, что он намного больше, чем пытается казаться.

Ты останавливаешься, отступая к стене, позволяя всем горожанам выйти. Тебе не удаётся задуматься, почему ты останавливаешься, ведь твоего имени не произносили, но ты знала, что позвали только тебя.

Церковь пустеет быстрее, чем ты думала, потому что люди всегда казались такими медлительными, но сейчас ты и моргнуть не успеваешь, как остаёшься наедине с Друигом.

Он опирается на стол на подиуме, его руки скрещены на груди, пока взгляд направлен устремлён вниз. Друиг всегда стоял там, когда зачитывал проповеди их странной религии. Тебе на секунду кажется, что он даже не звал тебя, потому что пол скрипит под твоими ногами, пока ты подходишь к Друигу, а он даже не обращает на тебя внимание.

— Я слышал, ты собираешься уезжать, хотя твои друзья желают задержаться здесь ещё ненадолго. — Он поднимает на тебя взгляд, желая увидеть твою реакцию.

— Да. Я хочу вернуться домой, — произносишь ты, не думая, что Друиг мог бы что-то сделать, чтобы удержать тебя.

— Это тоже может быть твоим домом. Новый дом может быть лучше. Ты нравишься местным. — Друиг направляется к тебе. Он всегда ходил медленно и будто бы лениво, заводях руки за спину. — Мне ты тоже нравишься.

Его ладонь касается твоей щеки, заставляя тебя вздрогнуть, хотя ты и не чувствовала, что он мог бы ударить тебя или вообще кого-либо. Кожа сухая и мозолистая, но тебе нравится чувствовать его руку. Они тёплые, а прикосновения нежные.

Друиг внимательно смотрит на тебя.

— Я хочу, чтобы ты осталась, — произносит он.

— Я не собираюсь оставаться здесь. — Ты отстраняешься от него, всё ещё в собственном сознании, несмотря на то что он заглядывает в твои глаза, и ты чувствуешь себя странно. — Моя семья уже звонила мне. Они переживают за меня, и я не хочу заставлять их нервничать.

Друиг одобрительно мурлычет, будто ты говорила что-то правильное и верное, заставляя его быть довольным тобой. И на подкорке твоего мозга тебя это радует, странная дрожь пробегает по твоему телу, но ты всё же держишь себя в руках.

Он просто не кажется тебе тем, кому ты можешь или должна доверять. Несмотря на то, что его лицо больше напоминало тебе змея, поведением он походил на лиса. Твои познания в животных были слабыми, но познания в плохих парнях было более обширным.

— Да. Семья это одна из немногих вещей, о которых следует заботиться, верно? — Друиг знает тебя. Как бы ты не хотела думать, что смогла скрыть свою личность, не давать ему повод или возможность манипулировать тобой, мало разговаривая с ним и не пересекаясь лишний раз, он знает у тебя очень хреново вышло.

Друиг понимает, когда следует сказать одно, а когда другое, как следует это сказать или что именно, чтобы ты заговорила, а не закрывалась в себе смотря на всё вокруг подозрительно.

— Да. Семья – это важно.

Он хмыкает, это его мурлыканье на самом деле заставляло тебя подавлять свою похотливую часть.

Отойдя от тебя на немного, он поворачивается к тебе спиной, заводя руки назад.

— Этот город, жители здесь, ��оя семья, куколка. Они все похожи на пчёл. Знаешь, как устроен улей или муравейник?

— Да.

— Тогда ты знаешь, что всё там работает плавно, хорошо, одно за другим, системно. Они просто функционируют, как нужно. — Друиг берёт блокнот, с которым он часто ходил. Эта записная книжка явно была ему важна, и ты предполагала, что он просто делает там пометки о том, что ему следует сделать, а что нет. — И, если не контролировать это, они расходятся, снова теряются.

Ты в ожидании смотришь на него. Тебе не понятно, как реагировать и что ты должна сказать. Единственное, что ты думаешь, это то, что ты должна уехать от сюда уже завтра утром.

— Но ты не теряешься, верно? Ты всегда знаешь, как и куда идти. Мне нравится это. — Друиг поворачивается, он оглядывает тебя, будто пытается найти что-то. — Когда это пришло к тебе? Твои родители научили тебя быть такой? Или кто-то другой?

— Родители, — врёшь ты, всё ещё не понимая, что должна сделать или сказать, чтобы просто уйти от сюда.

— Ложь. — Его губы растягиваются в улыбке, хотя ты ожидала злости и гнева. — Ты можешь идти, скоро стемнеет, будет не очень хорошо, если тебе придётся идти ночью, несмотря на безопасность этого города. — Он гладит тебя по волосам, убирая пряди волос тебе за ухо и смотрит на тебя с излишней нежностью.

Ты отходишь от него, просто желая уже оказаться в своём номере в мотеле.

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