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redheadspark · 6 months

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can I get Druig with "how can you be this cheery already? we haven't even had breakfast." and "you won't stop this until i say 'yes', will you?" 🥺

A/N - YAS FOR THIS! I would love to write this, thanks for the request, dear friend!

Ray

Summary - Who knew the mind-controlling Eternal was a ball of sunshine in the morning

Warnings - just some fluff :)

Humming was the first thing you heard when you were slowly waking up, much to your dismay.

Grumbling, you threw the thin sheet over your head to try and block out some of the sun that was about to pour into your little shack. The softer sounds of the trees high above rustling in the morning wind was the next thing you heard, a shiver going through your body as the humming was continuing. You huffed, knowing now that there was no way you were going to be sleeping again as the bed was now shifting. A pair of gentle yet calloused hands touched the top of your head and massaging your scalp as you wiggled under the sheet.

“Mornin’, my love,”

His deep tremor of a voice was enough to have you open your eyes, seeing through the thing sheet a silhouette of a body.

“How are you already awake this early?” You said in a mumble under the sheets as the fingers in your hair never stopped moving slowly, “It’s the weekend. We don’t have chores today.”

“Still a good day to wake early and enjoy,” he replied as you huffed, pushing the sheets down and scowling up at your husband of 400 years. Druig, perched over you on the bed with his tossed hair shining in the sun and his piercing blue eyes looking like sapphires orbs looking down at you. He was sporting a thin shirt and running pants, a thin sheet of sweat already evident on his face as he grinned widely at you.

“You went running?” You asked as a yawn as he nodded.

“Earlier this morning, since I know you’d rather sleep all day than enjoy the first rays of the morning,” He teased, you rolling your eyes.

“How can you be this cheery already? We haven’t even had breakfast yet,” You stated as he shrugged.

“It’s a nice day, and I find it a blessin’.” He replied, then leaning down a bit to graze his nose with yours with affection. You could breathe in the soil that was under his nails from working out in your little vegetable garden the night before, the sweat he got from his rain, and something that was simply Druig, “The blessin’ of our village, the blessin’ of breathing in the fresh air of the jungle, and the greatest blessin’ of bein’ married to ya,”

500 years together in the Amazon was nothing short of heavenly for you and Druig. Getting there was such a harsh and difficult decision, simply because you two left your Eternals family behind. Druig went through so much turmoil and pain that night, knowing he was not able to help stop the genocide that was unfolding in front of all of you. As his wife, you stood by him and never swayed in that choice when he decided to go off on his own and branch out away from all you two knew. You too were heartbroken, not knowing when you were going to see the others again. It’s been 500 years of raising a village and being away from the rest of the world that seemed to evolve and grow.

Ajak told you one last thing before you followed behind Druig. You looked up to her as a mother, seeing the sense of comfort in her eyes as she gave you one last time.

“Take care of him and his heart,”

So you did.

Being married to the mind controller was nothing short of adventurous. You two knew each other far too well, from the mannerisms to routine. He loved sweets and you loved spice. You preferred simple affection in public whereas Druig saved his affection for the bedroom. You loved to sleep in and take your time in the morning, whereas Druig loved to rise early with chores on his mind and take care of the village before the sun would even rise.

It was a role reversal, you being the grumpy ball of sleep and Druig being the early-rising ray of sunshine.

“Druig…it’s too early,” You said as he was peppering you with kisses and laughing as he was. It was one of the tactics that he would use to get you out of bed.

“Will you join me for breakfast?” He asked against your cheek. You said nothing, attempting to ignore him as he then went for the next tactic on his list. His fingers moved to go to your sides, tickling you and making you shriek in laughter as you writhed and wiggled in bed. Druig never stopped, keeping his fingers along your skin as you were laughing and crying at the same time. Druig never thought of anything more beautiful than you laughing on the bed, hair flying everywhere along your face and skin, the sun shining down on your dark hair to have it almost shimmer. To him, you were everything and more that he would ever want and cherish in this life.

“You won’t stop this until I say ‘yes’, will you?” You asked in a breath as he shook his head. Finally, knowing that this was a battle you weren’t going to win, relent and sighed, “Fine. Fine, I said! Let me get dressed first!”

“Good!” He replied, his fingers retreating as you finally caught your breath again and he leaned back to have you sit up in the bed, “Although next time we can eat breakfast in bed since you covet this bed more than me,”

“..you’re not wrong,” You teased, then being silenced with Druig’s lips on yours. You could take his sunshine attitude every day if you could, knowing that it would lift you up and push away the grumpiness that was deep inside of you. No matter how much you hated mornings, you would take Druig waking you up with kisses and sunshine every day if you could. His affection was shown in his smile, in his words, and in all he did around him and for you.

You’d happily take 500 more years of Druig’s happiness over anything on this planet.

The End

Grumpy Vs. Sunshine Prompt Session

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cookiesdiaryx · 2 months

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Oliver getting dressed for his first dinner at Saltburn, of course using the tux Felix lended him. As Felix struts into their shared bathroom and Oliver being the liar that he is acts like he doesn’t know how to fix the cuffs on his suit even though he is more than familiar with tuxedos just so he can be close to Felix, taking in his beauty, almost breathing in his breath as they are so close. Felix looking down at Ollie through his long brown eyelashes, and Oliver almost weak at his knees. “Good to go, mate” Felix says as he finishes the cuffs. This is going to be Oliver’s favorite thing about dinner.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 months

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partners ~ oliver quick;saltburn

word count: 3242

request?: no

description: when she figures out his plan, she doesn't want to turn him in. instead, she wants to join him.

pairing: oliver quick x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

The Cattons were nice enough people, but you wouldn't say you were friends with the younger members. Your parents were friends with Sir James and Lady Elspeth, so you were often made to socialize with their kids and nephew. That was the extent of your relationship with them, though. You definitely wouldn't consider Felix, Venetia, or Farleigh to be your friends.

But when you got invited to a massive party at the Catton castle for one of Felix's friend's birthdays, how could you say no?

The night was raging on. You could hear the thumping of the music behind you as you walked away from the house. Your head was spinning from the alcohol you had been drinking, combined with the powdery substance Farleigh had offered you. You were feeling claustrophobic inside with all those bodies, so you had come outside for some air. At some point, you had seen the maze that sat behind the house, and your feet started moving towards it before your intoxicated brain could comprehend what you were doing.

You stumbled through the maze. Everything looked the same. You couldn't tell if you were going the right way or walking in circles. You couldn't even tell where the "right way" would lead you at this point.

Eventually, you came to the center of the maze. The statue of a minitour towered over you, and stood at the base of it were two people. You could make out Felix's tall frame and the angel wings of his costume shoved up against the statue. The person in front of him was back to you. You could only see short brown hair with antlers coming from his head. His hands were holding Felix's shirt and their faces were inches apart. You knew you had stumbled onto something you couldn't be seeing, but you couldn't get your body to move back the way you had come.

The unknown boy suddenly stumbled away from Felix. You backed away from the opening before Felix could notice you. You heard the other person retching and gagging before it became quiet. You weren't sure what to do. You were about to creep away when suddenly, the other person appeared.

Through the intoxicated fog in your brain, you were able to put a name to the face: it was Felix's new friend Oliver.

You both looked at each other for a moment, both looking like deer caught in headlights. Oliver almost literally with his antlers. Oliver finally broke away first, brushing past you and walking very quickly away. You stood there, wondering if Felix would be close behind, but when he didn't follow you turned and walked away.

~~~~~~

The next morning, you woke to the sound of a woman shrieking. Your body was aching and you realized it was because you had passed out in the back garden. You pushed yourself to sit up and squinted against the bright sunlight. Your head was pounding from your hangover.

Through your squinted eyelids, you noticed three bodies rushing towards the maze. The Catton servants who were cleaning the mess from the party had stopped and were watching the scene unfold. Something had happened while you were passed out. Something bad.

One of the servants approached you. You could see there was a somber look on his face as he said, "Come with me, ma'am. I'll bring a car around for you."

"What happened?" you asked.

He didn't respond. He just turned away from you, not waiting for you to follow as he walked away.

You slowly got to your feet. Your head was still pounding, but now you were more curious and concerned over what was going on. It was clear the staff wasn't going to tell you, and you didn't want to leave Saltburn without knowing what had happened. Especially if it was something that could've involved you.

You noticed a group emerging from the maze. Your brain had unfogged enough to be able to pick out who it was.

Sir James and Lady Elspeth were first. Elspeth's eyes were watery while James was looking off with a vacant look on his face. Venetia and Farleigh were following behind them. Venetia was leaning against Farleigh in hysterics, while Farleigh's sobs were a little quieter but still heartbreaking.

And trailing behind all of them was Oliver, whose face was just blank.

As if feeling your eyes on him, Oliver's head turned to face you. The two of you locked eyes and it brought forward a memory from your drug addled brain from the night before. One almost exactly like this, except it happened in the maze.

Then that made you realize there was someone missing from this group.

Felix.

All the pieces began falling together in your head. The shriek that woke you was either Elspeth or Venetia finding Felix. The staff was trying to rush you away so the family could mourn and likely so Felix's body could be taken away.

After that was figured out, your brain started putting together other pieces. The last time you had seen Felix was in the maze...with Oliver. If the family was walking away from the maze, that meant that's where his body was. Where he died.

And the last person to see Felix, to be with him when he was alive, was Oliver.

Alarms sounded in your head as you watched the group of mourners walk into the house. You finally managed to get your body to move, following everyone inside. They had all gone their separate ways by the time you walked in. They could've been anywhere in that giant house by now. It would likely take all day to find anyone. But you were determined. You started looking. You would've leave any room unchecked until you found someone.

The first open door you came across, surprisingly, proved to be a success. It was a bedroom, and sat on the floor at the foot of the bed was Oliver. His head was in his hands and his body was wracked with sobs. You would've thought he was faking it if he hadn't been in the room, alone, not expecting anyone to find him.

Before you could stop yourself, you blurted, "You did it, didn't you?"

His head snapped up to look at you. His face was red and tear stained. Was he crying because he was actually in mourning, or because he was guilty?

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.

"I saw you last night," you admitted. "In the maze with Felix. You were the last person with him before he died."

"That doesn't mean I killed him."

"It doesn't, but it is suspicious."

"You're fucking crazy," he snapped. "I didn't fucking kill him. I loved him. He was my friend."

You didn't believe him. You just had this feeling dep down that Oliver had done this.

"Is that why you did it?" you asked. "Because you loved him, but he didn't love you back?"

He stood suddenly. You took a step back as he drew closer. You were playing with fire. If Oliver really had killed Felix, you probably shouldn't be pushing him. You definitely shouldn't have admitted to his face that you remembered seeing him in the maze with Felix. But you weren't afraid of him. You should've been, but you weren't. You were more curious about him than anything.

"I won't tell anyone," you heard yourself saying. "I just want to know."

This seemed to soften him. His eyes were welling up with tears again as he said, "He was going to kick me out. He wouldn't listen, wouldn't let me explain myself. I...I couldn't let him send me home. I can't go home."

You thought he meant he couldn't go home because of his parental issues that you had heard your mum and Elspeth gossiping about when you had been invited to the party. Imagine the shock you felt when Oliver told you everything; that he lied about his parents being drug addicts, his dad's death, even about the event that introduced him to Felix. It had all been a lie to get close to Felix, because he loved Felix.

At least, he had loved Felix, until he came to Saltburn. Now, he only loved Saltburn.

"He found out, and he told me to leave this morning," he said. "I tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen. He found out I wasn't damaged goods anymore, so he didn't want me. I got angry. I...I drugged the bottle of champagne."

He hung his head in guilt.

This poor boy, you thought to yourself. Poor, sad, crazy boy.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

He looked up at you. "What?"

"You said you didn't want to leave Saltburn. Felix was your ticket to staying, but now he's gone. So, what are you going to do to make sure you stay here?"

He looked at you for a long time, as if you had spoken to him in a foreign language and was trying to understand your words. "I can't stay. They won't let me."

"Listen, I know the Cattons fairly well. They don't do emotions. Anything bad happens, they just ignore it and pretend it didn't. It may be harder now that their son has died, but they will still try. You have to play along with that. Whatever they say or do, you just follow."

"That's not going to work for long. Once the funeral ends, they'll probably send me away. There's no reason for me to be here with Felix gone."

"Elspeth is already enamored by you. I heard the way she talked about you with my mum. With Felix gone, you're the closest she's going to have to him. I mean, Venetia is her literal daughter but she can't replace Elspeth's darling boy, and Farleigh is James' family, not hers. You just have to use that to your advantage. Be Elspeth's anchor during her grieving and she'll never want you to leave here."

He hadn't thought of that, and why would he? He didn't know the Cattons the way you did. He had all summer to study then, but you had your entire life to do so. You knew things about them that no one else did. It was about time to make use of that seemingly useless knowledge.

"Why are you helping me?" he asked. "Shouldn't you run to James and tell him I killed his son?"

That was the big question. Earlier, you were determined to tell anyone else in the family what you knew about Oliver and Felix's meeting. You hadn't meant to run into Oliver himself, it just happened that he was the first person you found. But when you did find him, and he was actually sad over Felix dying, your other objectives completely vanished from your mind. You were suddenly intrigued by Oliver's motives. You wanted to know more, to pick his brain. And now that you had, you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel sympathy for him.

Your family was wealthy, but they weren't Catton levels of wealthy. You had a big house, went to private school as a kid and then went to a prestigious college once you graduated, all paid for by your parents. But your life wasn't as extravagant as the Cattons were. They had a castle for God's sake! There were long standing rumors about best selling novels and hit songs being written about them. You may not have been friends with the Cattons yourself, but you did enjoy getting the small tastes of their life that you got every time you were invited to their place. You couldn't imagine how much Oliver, who wasn't actually poor or from a bad family but also certainly was not to your or the Catton's level of wealth, was enjoying the taste he got over the summer, and how hard it was going to be for him to be sent back to his regular life.

"You intrigue me," you finally said. "You're very...complex. And, truthfully, I don't blame you for not wanting to leave Saltburn. I'd give anything to own this place."

"Maybe...maybe we can work together," Oliver suggested. "You know a lot more than I do, so I'd really appreciate your help in staying here."

"What will you give me for helping you?"

"What can I give you?"

You thought for a moment. In the literal sense, there wasn't much Oliver could give you for helping him. But, in the figurative sense...

You looked at him again. He was watching you, waiting for an answer. Instead, you leaned towards him and kissed him. It was quick, a peck on the lips just to test the waters. You pulled away just as quickly as your lips had touched his, and watched his face for a reaction.

It took him a moment to process what had happened, and when he did, a small smile tugged at his lips. "Just one?"

You couldn't help but smile back at him. "One for every way I help you stay at Saltburn."

"Well, in that case, you've already given me two pieces of advice."

You giggled as you both leaned in to kiss again.

~~~~~~

15 Years Later

You had just entered your and Oliver's apartment, newspaper in hand. You nudged the door closed with your hip as you flicked through the pages. It didn't take you long to find the page you were looking for: the obituaries.

There were a number of them, but they were all overshadowed by the biggest one, both figuratively and literally since it was taking up half the page.

"Lady Elspeth Catton passes away from her sudden illness. She leaves no family after the tragic deaths of her children, Felix and Venetia Catton, and the recent passing of her husband, Sir James Catton. She instead leaves her possessions, including the Catton estate of Saltburn, to her beneficiary, Oliver Quick."

Just as you finished reading the page, your cellphone rang. You pulled it from your pocket and smiled at Oliver's contact photo.

"I've just finished reading the news," you said as you answered the phone. "Poor Elspeth. Finally out of her misery, at least."

"She had a long battle," Oliver agreed. "Took her fuckin' ages to go."

"But it seems she chose a beneficiary for the estate. Some prat named Oliver Quick."

Oliver chuckled. "Get your ass to Saltburn. I've missed you too much."

"I'll be right there."

After Felix's death, you had helped Oliver to stay in Saltburn as long as possible. He had come up with getting rid of Farleigh and Venetia on his own, but you continued to feed him ways to stay in Elspeth's good graces for as long as he could. Eventually, however, Sir James had had enough of Oliver's presence and went as far as to bribe Oliver to leave.

During all that time plotting together, you two had started a relationship. Once James had kicked Oliver out of Saltburn, you had convinced your parents to let him stay with you until you both graduated from college and were ready to be out on your own. It wasn't the Catton castle by any means, but it was still better than going home to his small suburban life.

Many years had passed, but Oliver never forgot Saltburn. He reminisced on those months constantly. You were both hoping to sneak him back in with you if James or Elspeth had ever invited your family over, but it seemed James had an inkling to your plan, as the moment he found out you two had been dating he stopped inviting you specifically over. Your remembered your own father's outrage when James had invited them for dinner one evening, "But your daughter and that boy of hers are not invited."

When you both found out that Sir James had passed, it was like no time had passed at all. Even with a 15 year wrench in your plans, the two of you immediately went back to plotting. Oliver found out where Elspeth had been staying and arranged to "coincidentally" bump into her one day. As to be expected, Elspeth invited Oliver back to Saltburn with her. You stayed in your apartment and continued with your own work, getting occasional calls and texts from Oliver to keep you updated. It didn't take long for Elspeth to suddenly fall mysteriously ill, and when she had, you found yourself watching the papers every day to hear if she had finally passed.

Now that she had, Oliver finally owned Saltburn, and you could finally be with him in the place that you had both dreamed of for so long.

You took a cab to the castle that you had not seen in over a decade. You still couldn't help but marvel at how grand it was, how it hadn't changed a day since the last time you were there.

Oliver was waiting at the steps for you. You went to pay the cab driver, but Oliver stopped you to do it instead.

"No way my lady is paying such a ridiculous cab fare," he said. "Especially not when I've come into a large sum of money recently."

He all but pulled you from the cab and wrapped his arms around you. He kissed you deeply and passionately. If there wasn't the cab driver and one of the estate's butlers watching you, you were sure he would've taken your clothes off and had his way with you right there.

"Welcome home, love," he said against your lips.

He brought you into the house, telling the butler to bring your bags in as you passed him. It wasn't anything new inside, but you still couldn't help but take in the house. It had been so long, and yet you were still entranced by the magic of the house.

"It hasn't changed," you breathed.

"Not yet, anyways. We can fix that, if you want," Oliver said and placed a kiss on your cheek.

"I don't know. It's so old, it's almost like living in a museum. I would hate to ruin any of this history."

He was smiling at you. You couldn't help but smile back. After all these years, it was finally yours.

"You know," Oliver said, stopping in one of the many sitting rooms, "when we started this, we had a deal. You helped me, and in exchange I would give you something."

You giggled at the memory. "I think you already gave me a pretty heated exchange for this one."

"That wasn't the exchange, that was just an 'I missed you' kiss," he said. Your eyes followed him down as he got to one knee and pulled a ring from his pocket. "This is the real exchange."

Your eyes began to water as you looked at the beautiful diamond Oliver was holding out to you.

"Will you marry me?" he asked.

A laugh escaped your lips, but through your tears of happiness it came out more like a sob. "It took you long enough to ask."

Oliver laughed as well. "But is that a yes?"

"Of course it's a yes, you idiot."

He stood and took you into his arms again. This time, he kissed you with so much more passion than before that you felt like your head was going to explode.

Finally, the two of you were getting the lives that you always wanted.

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quick-catton · 4 months

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hey let's try something: if you're a saltburn main or you're just looking for more saltburn mutuals, interact with this post!

anyone who wants to can go through the notes and find accounts to follow and make fandom friends. :-) <3

#if this flops pretend you never saw it #it's just hard to sort thru singular saltburn posts to find people who are active in the fandom yk #okay have a good morning mwah #saltburn #cattonquick #felix catton #oliver quick #felix x oliver #barry keoghan #jacob elordi

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xxanaduwrites · 17 days

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much ado about nothing, major

i. bubbles & battle scars

gif creds @sakuragifs !

pairing: john “bucky” egan x (ofc) maude “blue” bluell

warnings: this story will contain mature themes, descriptions of injury, blood, sexual content, swearing, as well as, physical and mental illness. proceed with caution.

— i: mentions of injury, death, & puking. (pretty much just maude, bubbles, & croz being a dynamic trio, total bestie vibes — & then there’s john. he’s just there haha)

word count: 3.4k

there must be something or nothing at all

July 24, 1943 was the date — a date marked in the history books as the start of the Hamburg attacks, and in the journal of Nurse Maude Bluell, an inclusion of her very first introduction to one Major John Egan.

It was just past 0900 hours when the doors swung open to the infirmary rather unexpectedly. Bluell was organizing a new shipment of supplies, placing gauze, bandages, and wraps alike in their respective places, Lottie wa re-evaluating the health passes for the men who were flying today — confirming that they has passed inspection so to speak, and Q — well Q was reading newspaper cutouts of her favorite gossip columns, courtesy of her girlfriends back home. A red cherry sucker laid limply in her mouth as she took in the recent excepades of the Hollywood starlets she fawned over.

For Q, it was better for her to dive her nose into the latest gossip than worry about a certain Lieutenant she had tethered a liking too. A certain Lieutenant Curtis Biddick — "Curt" for short — who was scheduled to fly today. Q would deny the prospect of liking the New Yorker with the heavy accent, but it wasn't deniable to Lottie and Maude who had seen the Lieutenant saunter in every morning just to talk to her at the nurse's station. He used the need for a sucker to subside his "apparent" drops in blood sugar as his excuse of choice.

Lottie reprimanded her every time, claiming that they were only for the patients, not for the healthy airmen — hiding the sugary sweet lollipops from her colleague.

But, Lottie's attempts proved to be fruitless as Q would find them at every turn in every single hiding spot, opening a sucker of her own just to push Lottie's buttons.

And, she was doing that just now — not just to bother the blonde, but to also hold some sort of reminder of Biddick, that he was here with her as much as she was there with him — the cherry red sucker that mirrored the very same shade of her hair — tucked safely in the pocket of his flight uniform for a victory treat.

Alas — in other words — there wasn't much to do until their men came flooding back in waves.

Until there was.

The sound of a door swinging open broke the dead silence that pervaded the medical unit. The three women immediately dropped everything they were doing once they saw the sight of Colonel Harding sauntering in with Lieutenant Payne following suit — under the haven of a thick blanket, accompanied by the the arm of one of his fellow airmen.

Or well — Maude and Lottie did.

Susan was trying to consume the last line of the article in front of her as fast as she could. She didn't want to be left wondering what Bettie Davis was doing nowadays in the middle of assessing what was to come.

Lottie, being under the wing of Doctor Stover longer than the two nurses beside her, did not hesitate to meet Harding half way. "Good morning, Colonel'' she greeted, pressing her clip board of names close to her chest as a means of suppressing the shock of it all. It was rather unusual to see any of the airmen, let alone the Colonel until the conclusion of a mission, especially when every health pass had been confirmed and processed.

"Morning. Ladies," Harding replied to the three nurses present respectfully as he always did, curt, and to the point. "Lieutenant Payne is coming down with something and will no longer be navigating today's mission," he explained. "You ladies mind checking up on him?"

"Oh not at all, sir!" Lottie chirped, setting her clipboard down and immediately swinging into action. She nodded over at her colleagues, urging them to take the clearly pale and ill Lieutenant from the hold of the corporal present.

It didn't take long for Bluell and Q to get the Lieutenant situated and comfortable in a bed with brand new sheets — pressed and floral scented. Maude felt lucky and rather grateful that they had completed that task in time for such a situation to occur. Q was still quite busy with her cherry sucker while simultaneously taking the man's blood pressure, so Bluell decided to do the evaluating — not that she minded anyways. It was refreshing to see a man in front of her who wasn't bleeding out and barely coherent. She could already tell without really knowing that Payne would be just fine. That she wouldn't be losing another one of their men just yet, and that made the weight in her chest subside with the sweetest relief.

"Lieutenant Payne," Maude enunciated carefully, smiling fondly at the poor man in front of her. It was obvious from the sight in front of her that illness had racked his bones. The color was draining from his skin, a dull gray taking over, a line of sweat was creasing his brow, and his eyes drooped heavily doused with a glossy sheen. "Please, if you could tell me what seems to be going on. How are you feeling?"

"Well, quite shitty," he laughed dryly, yet a smile still managed to grace his features and prove to be rather contagious to Maude's expression in seconds flat. "I was fine. I mean, I thought I was. 'Twas until I was propped up ready to fly, feeling like I could hurl if I even moved a muscle. Major Egan shut that down real quick though. Got me a sub with Croz."

And there it was, a title attached to the name of a man Maude Bluell would have scorched into the back of her mind soon enough. Yet, now – now in that very moment, her unfamiliarity with that very same man would simply fly over her head. Instead, she would find a tying point to her patient in the traces of his explanation, one that made her eyes light up in genuine interest. "Lieutenant Crosby?" She asked while dropping the back of her hand to Payne's forehead, inspecting the extent of his temperature."

"Yuh-huh," he nodded

At the same time as Q announced "one-nineteen over seventy," but it really sounded like, "nun-eye-dee ova even-yee," with that sucker still tucked dedicatedly in her mouth.

Maude's hand dropped from Payne's forehead then, seeming pleased to know that he wasn't burning up as bad as she expected – definitely warm but more mildly speaking – and his blood pressure was relatively normal. The wheels were already turning in her head, coming to the conclusion that he merely had some sort of bug. But, she couldn't really come to one until Doctor Stover came to access the man himself.

"Lemme guess," Payne began, getting Maude's attention after she instructed Q to get the Lieutenant a glass of water. If she got his prognosis right, he would need to remain hydrated to subside the urge to vomit. "He's here quite often ain't –" Payne's words seemed to lodge in his throat then, his features twisting just the same.

The clear indication of his illness brought Nurse Bluell to flight mode and she picked up the bucket adjacent to his bed in mere seconds. "Let it out, Lieutenant," she urged as she situated it on his lap just in time for him to spill out the contents into the bin instead of his bed. He did just that, and Bluell did not hesitate to keep the bucket steady and rub his back in a soothing motion, hoping to ease the strain in his back from achy muscles.

Once he was done, he slumped back against the headboard – his eyes appearing glossier than they had before. He was spent, but that did not stop him from mumbling out his appreciation. "Thank you Nurse – Nurse?" He trailed off, a crease forming on his sweaty forehead with a curious sort of confusion.

"Bluell. Nurse Bluell," she introduced herself, moving the bucket off the bed, tying up the old one, and replacing it with a brand new one. "But you can just call me Maude."

"Maude. The powerful battler," a droopy smile spanned across his face, recalling the meaning behind the name of the nurse in front of him.

"Yes, but –" her cheeks dusted pink, and she looked away from him as she got rid of the previous trash close by. "Not me. All you – All you boys."

"Doubt that." Q brought over the water then and he thanked her kindly before taking a gentle sip. "Call me Bubbles."

"Pardon, Lieutenant?" Bluell stood straight then, completely taken aback by his sudden admission. She took a deep breath and sucked back the urge to laugh.

It wasn't uncommon by any means for nicknames to be a staple pass of courtesy and comradely around base. It served as an attempt to distinguish the tension of a deeply set reality and also comouflague identity to foreign forces. Like Charolette and Susan who replied to Lottie and Susie Q or just plain old Q. It was common knowledge. And she had found herself giving into such knowledge as she adjusted to the shortened form of her surname — replying to Blue more often than not. But, Bubbles. Bubbles? She hadn't heard something quite like that before.

"Bubbles. That's what they call me. Ain't heroic by any means. You can ask Croz the next time he's here, 'M sure he'll tell yuh," he elaborated.

A chuckle escaped her then, a genuine smile enveloping in her cheeks in a way that almost felt foreign. She couldn't remember the last time she smiled – really smiled since she'd arrived on base. "Quite heroic to me,." She flattened her hands across the edges of the mattress, making sure he was tucked into the sheets comfortably and then she fluffed up the back of his pillow for me good measure. "Should rest up now, Lieutenant. I'll be here if you need anything. Please don't hesitate to call us over," She affirmed, and in a sudden newfound sense of confidence or maybe it was simply just the comradery, she found herself adding, "that's an order, Bubbles."

Bubbles – still poorly, shivering, and pale as a ghost – managed a light laugh from his strained throat as Maude left the man be. "You got it, Maude"

Maude's spirits appeared to be more pleasant than usual as she busied herself in the next coming hours. Her conversation with Lieutenant Payne – or Bubbles if you will – subsided the nerves that usually rattled her in deep anticipation of what was to come. However, knowing that Lieutenant Crosby was navigating today still kept her worried.

Would his stomach be okay?

Would the natural herbs she recommended to brew in his tea ease him?

Those thoughts did not fail to plague her mind throughout the day, but she was grateful to have some distraction in the task of caring for Bubbles. She made sure to keep an eye on him as much as she could, so much so, that it started to concern Nurse Charlotte Reign and Susan Quinn who felt as if previous patterns from the young nurse were resurfacing. Patterns that were brought into light the very same day an airmen died in her arms for the very first time.

Yet, Maude felt fine – well, as fine as one could be in the circumstances placed upon her. She felt like she could breathe again the moment the boys returned from the Trondheim mission in the later afternoon. It had proved to be successful – and even more so in the hands of one Lieutenant Crosby who was currently at Bubble's bedside. With a chair situated over, he not only came to check on his best friend, but also report on the mission.

Maude was finishing up wrapping a flier's burn wounds adjacent to Lieutenant Payne when she unintentionally overheard the conversation at hand. "I mean the flak, it came in so hot. I didn't even think about it when I put it on. It – It must of froze, but then these chunks, they start rolling down my forehead, I think 'holy mackerel crosby, holy mackerel, you've been hit!"

"Of course you would narrate your own death." Bubbles laughed lightly at his friend's retelling.

She secured the wrap tightly and comfortably and practically repeated the earlier lines she had said to Bubbles. She was starting to become more and more accustomed to her script, finding it more and more natural as she annunciated each word within passing days.

"Well, I mean I could make overthinking into an Olympic sport." Lieutenant Crosby joked just as Maude appeared at Bubbles bedside. She smiled at the two men, acknowledging them as she refilled Payne's water cup without interrupting their conversation.

"I've been puking so much today, I'm starting to catch up to you. Ask Maude." He nodded to the nurse next to them.

"Evening Maude." Crosby greeted the nurse. "Hope Bubbles here ain't giving you too much flak.”

"No more than you have." She just about pulled the man's chain with that one, making Bubbles erupt in laughter.

"Hey, 'snot my fault, Nurse." Crosby held a hand to his chest as if she had wounded him with his words, but the knowing smirk on his face proved otherwise.

"Did you try the tea?" She asked Croz, handing the cup of water over to Bubbles. His color was starting to come back. He looked better than this morning but he still needed to stay hydrated if he was gonna get back in the skies anytime soon.

"Nah. Next time when I actually know I'm flying I will," he sent a look over to Bubbles, only pushing his friend's buttons for fun. "Thanks Bubbles."

"Anytime." He said laughing against the rim of his cup. He took one last sip before Maude placed it back on the side table for him.

It seemed like Croz wasn't gonna let that one slide so easily. "You know I washed my hair twice, I still can't get the smell out." He leaned over his friend, practically shoving his hair in the fellow Lieutenant's face."You wanna smell? Yeah, jump in."

"No. No!" Bubbles tensed up then.

"Yeah, Come on." Croz pushed on.

Maude couldn't help but laugh at the playful side of these men. Men who still managed to let their inner kid shine through all the horror and terror they had ensued in the skies.

"Get – get away. I will puke on you! Yuh gonna have to wash it out." Bubbles threatened, trying to push Croz away.

And then like a burst of unexpected flax, everything shifted.

For not only Croz who immediately stiffened back in his seat – putting on a serious and professional front, but for Maude who – for lack of her own sense of understanding – found herself freezing just the same, but for a whole other reason.

"There he is," a deep, firm, yet some-what carefree voice broke the ice within her. And there he was, one Major Egan looking and sounding like one of those Hollywood starlets in Q's paper clipping — just stepping out of a film in the cinema. And if he hadn't had a small cut just under his right eye, he could have passed as a man who hadn't just returned from an intense mission across the skies. Clean cut, pressed in his uniform, curls styled and gelled back to perfection, with his flight jacket wrapped around his arms. Arms that held a strong hand planted against the edge of the foot of Bubbles bed. "How you doing Bubbles?" He asked.

Maude hadn't realized she was staring at the six foot two bulk of a man in front of her until Bubbles spoke up. "Never better, sir."

"That's good." And then his eyes landed on her, so intense, she suddenly wondered if he had become even taller than he was a minute ago. Feeling caught, she looked away and busied herself with the water cup on Bubbles nightstand to give herself something to do. Would the Major report back to Doctor Stover that she was incompetent and unfit to take care of his men? Lucky for Maude, his gaze broke away from hers the moment she turned around. "And I was looking for you," He said to Croz.

The chair beneath Croz creaked in protest as he stood up to be at the Major's level. "I'm sorry, Major."

"What for?" Major Egan inquired loosely.

"I – I didn't give PRs the whole flight back, I messed up the rendezvous – "

"I know. I know. The radio silence really threw off those Jerries. It's that and hitting the deck." Egan affirmed. With the conversation becoming more detailed, Maude felt out of place and rather rude for overhearing. Yet, the next words that came out of the Major's mouth not only took Croz and Bubbles by surprise, but Maude too. Any previous contemplations seemed to dissipate the moment Egan said, “Now, Harding, he couldn't be more impressed by you so, I'm transferring you to Blakely's crew full time," and then, " Bubbles, you get better, we'll find you a new fort. And Croz, we gotta give you an actual nickname."

"They call him Bing back home." Bubbles added into the conversation just as Maude urged him to take another sip. "More?" He asked, and she simply nodded as she turned back into her previous position– her view of all three men near her resurfacing.

"Bing Crosby? That's just lazy, unless you can sing." Major Egan put in his two cents, and his eyes gleamed when he asked, "Can you sing?"

"I–I ca –" Croz tethered.

"Like a donkey." Bubbles confirmed with zero ounces of hesitation, truly on a roll at deflating Croz's ego today without letting an ounce of illness ruin the fun.

"No, no – not a note, sir."

"Ah, I'm no good either, but I'm loud and hell if you can commit with enough enthusiasm, it really don't matter." And this was when Maude would come to learn of the singing shenanigans that came with one Major Egan. If only she knew then that those shenanigans would very well start up something alright.

The shorter Lieutenant and the taller Major clapped hands then in parting – a shake of sealed establishments and confirmations, proving that they were on the same page. "I'll see you at the Club Croz. I'm buying," the one with height told him, referring to the same exact club Lottie and Q would be dragging Bluell against her will in just a few short hours. "Goodnight Bubbles."

"Sir."He croaked between sips and finally handed the cup back to Maude for good.

"Goodnight, sir." Croz bid farewell. When the Major was out of earshot could Maude breathe, and Croz seemed to be too because he was back to bantering as he commented, "He thinks my nickname is lazy."

Another patient called her over then, stealing her away from the two men she had found herself laughing along with, yet a part of her felt grateful for the sudden diversion – especially now, after the Major's interruption. She couldn't explain it – couldn't even compartmentalize it exactly, but something had shifted inside her the moment he had stepped foot into the infirmary. An instinctive feeling of sorts — awfully hard to pinpoint. It hurt her head too much trying to think about it, so much so, she momentarily wondered if she was coming down with the same exact virus as Bubbles.

She wasn't.

But, she knew it was something, but what was it?

That — she didn't know.

Yet, something deep inside her – against her better judgment – told her that she needed to know. So as Croz passed by and bid her a farewell of his own, she knew what she had to do. And when the girls pitched going out to the Club again tonight, practically begging her in their shared quarters — Lottie using Q's obvious need for a distraction with Curt's lack of a return — did she give into their demise.

Was there really much ado about one night on the town?

Lottie and Q wouldn't think so, and Major Egan – well he wouldn't think so either.

the way in which she is already whipped without "knowing" is so real.

+ Q — curt and susie got me giggling & kicking my feeties !!!

also, for important context purposes, the gifs in the beginning is how i imagine bucky diverting his gaze from eyeing miss. maude ;) sir, we all know you were LOOKING — respectfully!

p.s.: i love bubbles & croz so bad, ugh my HEART <3

ANYWAYS.....

more to come sooner than you think. lemme know what ya think so far? feedback is much appreciated as this is BRAND NEW. this is also my very FIRST historical-esce fic so my apologies if there is any inaccuracies, but it do be my own fiction twist anyways haha.

love ya'll a mil, smoochies!

— xanadu

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alabamasweettea · 2 months

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wake up call

( no bc Barry looks so sweet in this gif I can't )

Fandom: Eternals

Pairing: Druig x mutant!reader (siphon like rogue but w/o the life force bit)

Warnings: none really

When you joined forces with the eternals - a mere mutant, but powerful nonetheless - you never expected to become close with them. Sersei in particular took a liking to you, promising to style your hair and do your makeup sometimes. The days and nights were fun, to say the least. You hung out, introduced Ikaris to the concept of smiling, et cetera.

You loved to watch them work, often crouching and sucking some of Sprite's power to hide yourself in the shadows when you weren't needed, simply watching as the troupe fought yet another stray deviant.

Ikaris was always amazing to see; twin bolts of something hotter than hot zapping straight from his eyes. It was exhilarating, to be frank. Sersei was gorgeous, as usual; her long, fluid movements perfectly calculated for each strike. The rest were not super outstanding, you supposed, though one of them stumped you.

Druig. A seemingly moody teenager type, he tended to stick to the shadows. What kind of a name was that anyway? In any case you barely knew what he could do because he never used his powers.

In fact, you barely knew anything about him, other than he liked to call you "witch" for no reason at all. It wasn't a really affectionate or even pleasing nickname, you often thought.

It was always, "Morning, witch," when he came into the kitchen only half dressed for a piece of toast; or "Need help, witch?" when you couldn't reach something on a top cupboard. Still topless, he made it a habit to press against your back intentionally as he got it for you.

Stupid eternal, you'd think as you scampered back to your room. What's wrong with getting it like a normal person?

To be fair, you deliberately chose cups on the very top shelf... maybe he felt the same weird thing in his stomach as you did when his body molded against yours. You supposed you'd never know.

You did suppose, but Ajak sent you to wake Druig up one Saturday morning, and you realized he usually woke up like clockwork at around 6, but it was 7:15 and he hadn't even gotten out of bed.

"Druig?" you asked, tapping on the door of his room. The old hinges creaked; the door was open. You walked inside with haste before stopping in your tracks.

Wh- Woah.

The man was shaped like a Greek god, all spread-eagled on his bed. Limbs hung over the side as he slumbered peacefully half on his side, half on his stomach.

Wow. Just wow.

His back was completely exposed and the sheets were pulled back, showing the curve of his hips and just a little lower. You were relieved to find he at least slept in underwear. They came down low, though, much to one part of you's delight.

He stirred, long dark eyelashes fluttering.

"Druig?" You tried again, hoping that now he was lucid enough to answer.

Nothing but a sleepy "hmm~", but it was progress.

"Druig? Love, wake up." Okay. The 'love' was completely unnecessary, but you felt proud of yourself for handling his state of undress so well. So far. You could feel some sense of propriety unraveling within you as you spent more and more time with these eternals.

You didn't want to touch him- but you did, and you were going to admit it to yourself. The wide span of his back practically called your name, and you gave in finally.

His skin was smooth, dotted all over with little freckles. You could feel the bunching of muscles as they flexed under your palm.

TWO ENDINGS FOR THIS ONE (bc i have no life apparently)

ENDING 1:

Something switched on in your mind. You couldn't move- no, you didn't want to. Everything in you suddenly wanted to stay sitting on the bed, even lie down next to him.

Then you noticed his eyes fluttering open, more golden than the sun.

Ah.

"It's unfair to use powers," You tried to remark, but your mouth wouldn't respond. You couldn't pull your hand away.

"Sorry, witch. Force of habit." He chuckled, but didn't turn it off.

This man's gonna be the death of me.

"I can hear you, you know." His eyes were of the brightest gold. They seemed to glow even brighter than before as he began to sift through your thoughts. Finally, he sat up, sleepily stretching. You had to tamp your mouth shut to keep from drooling.

"What are you doing here, witch?" It was said so affectionately that you nearly forgot what you were here for.

"I- Ajak sent me to wake you." You shivered under the weight of his golden gaze, mind struggling against his hold as he combed through it. No- don't let him find-

Shit.

He chuckled, moving his cheek to press against yours. A soft sigh left him as the movement had its desired effect on you: your brain went blank for a while as his own dirty thoughts wormed their way into your mind. It felt odd, but you accepted him all the same, unable to do much differently under his control.

"Oh, you," he finally said when he found what he was looking for, whispering against the shell of your ear, "You naughty, naughty witch."

ENDING 2:

The sleeping eternal stirred again, starting to come out of it. You panicked and tried to return to a respectable distance, and would have if his hand on your wrist hadn't stopped you. His fingers curled around your own hand, dragging it back to his skin.

Your fingertips settled on a spot just below his heart, watching Druig intently as his eyes fluttered open. He normally had the softest, sweetest blue eyes you'd ever seen; though right now they glowed a hungry gold in the dark room.

"Hullo," he said softly, dragging a fingertip down your burning cheek, "What are you doing here, witch? Come to kill me in my sleep?" You shook your head violently, no words forming on your tongue.

"Well, least you can do is come 'ere." And he pulled you into him.

"But Ajak-"

"Can wait. 'M sleeping."

( which ending do you like better? )

#druig x reader #druig eternals #joining another fandom woohoo #eternals #barry keoghan #my fics

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eddiemunsongf · 2 years

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i actually love steves asshole friends from s1. theres something so compelling about a couple who are both just complete assholes. they both think its so funny to be mean and they seem to do it as a couples activity. they like that about each other, they think it’s cute & hot. theyre like that “he hates everyone but you” trope but its both of them, its mutual. its them against the world (by choice). extremely rare top x top energy. truly hand in unlovable hand.

#steve harrington #tommy hagan #carol perkins #tommy x carol #lmao i wonder if theres anything in that tag #must be #im joining that fandom #if they were like #barry keoghan and jodie comer or something #wed all be on board #wed all get it #mp

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climbingivy97 · 3 months

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All of these prints are now up for sale on my Etsy shop! limited availability so grab while you can! Worldwide shipping available.

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lostinsaltburn · 24 days

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Poison Apple A03

Chapter 13 is UP!!!

EXPLICIT

“Do you want to go with her?” Felix voice strained to ask the question Oliver took a moment to catalogue this Felix right in front of him. Vaguely it reminded him of Michael but also of the panicked Felix that had found him that night by the bridge. It was clear the Alpha was not at all containing the emotions swirling through him. His movements were jittery, stopping his pacing every so often to stare out the window, fists clenching and unclenching by his sides as he huffed out deep sighs and audibly inhaled. If the mask didn’t have to be worn, Oliver would have patted himself on the back for just how well thing’s were turning out. Felix was jealous and possessive, most Alphas were born with a sense of entitlement. Felix had it worse though, the rich always did, not only was it the secondary gender but it was also the status, the power and the money that drove that entitlement right to the top end of the scale. With a deep sigh, forcing his eyes to water he replied “Felix NO, of course not”

Almost there, just on the precipice of his orgasm, he rolled his head to the side, nuzzling into the boxer’s. Inhaling and shuttering with the exhale at just how utterly delicious the smell was. His hand was flying now, tugging his cock raw as he chased it. One deep inhale as he dug his nose in deeper and his own orgasm surprised him. Come splattering in warm ropes across his stomach. All the energy draining from his body in a second, limbs going limp, soft cock dropped unceremoniously into the come covering his crotch. Eyes fluttering shut, struggling with his last ounce of energy to tuck the boxer’s under his pillow before sleep called him in.

#saltburn #barry keoghan #oliver quick #felix catton #saltburn 2023 #jacob elordi #saltburn brain rot #saltburn a03 #saltburn movie #cattonquick #oliver quick x felix catton #felix catton smut #felix x oliver #a03 fanfiction #a03 fic #read on a03 #a03 fanfic #saltburn fanfiction #saltburn fandom

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elordistar · 2 months

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saltburn cast pictures are so special to me <3

#saltburn #saltburn fandom #jacob elordi fandom #jacob elordi #barry keoghan #barry keoghan fandom #felix catton #oliver quick #farleigh start #venetia catton

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kstarlitchaotics · 2 months

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Yes so intrigued by his performance 🃏

(http://vntyfr.com/hyCMs8B)

#dc #matt reeves #barry keoghan #the joker #the batman 2 #the batman #battinson #batman #dcu #batman fandom #dc fandome

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redheadspark · 2 months

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All Shook Up

Summary - Druig takes care of you after hours.

Warnings - SMUT WARNING! NO MINORS ALLOWED!

A/N - I got inspiration for his one shot from the GORGEOUS photoshoot Barry Keoghan did with Bumble for Valentines Day's. With him in front of the Pool Table... ;)

Enjoy responsibly :)

“Fuck…FUCK Druig!”

“That’s the idea, darlin’.”

You opened your eyes seeing the lights shining down above you as hands were griping your hips so deliciously and possessively, your mind was in a pleasurable fog while your back was rubbing against the material below you. Your thighs, though spread with no abandon, were starting to burn while you were covered from head to toe with sweat. All you were feeling and sensing was red-hot heat, insane pleasure from the top of your head to your toes, and an insane high from Druig making love to you.

No, he wasn’t making love to you. He was downright devouring you.

This was his idea, you had no idea you would end up literally on your back on top of a pool table with Druig drilling his cock into you at a steady rhythm. He wanted you to come out to his pub and poll hall that night, you two haven’t been able to spend some time together as a couple since you both were busy. Your workload and a full-time job were making you mostly unavailable for a date night or a late-night hang out with Druig, just as Druig running his pub kept him away for several hours on end.

But finally, you had time to hang out with Druig after closing time, you were able to catch up with your mutual friends Makkari and Kingo. The pub was pretty busy, Druig being a hands-on owner, and was all over the place. You loved watching him at work, seeing him reload new kegs when they were out, checking in on his wait staff when they looked swamped, and even waiting on dirty tables You knew he was a devoted owner of the pub ever since he inherited it from his old boss and mother figure Ajak, doubling the profits and popularity in no time. He moved into the apartment that was on the second floor, right on top of the pub with a massive view of the city below. It was the best setup for him, and for you when he asked you to stay over for the night or for the weekend.

He asked you to stay after hours when he locked the doors and lowered the blinds, and before you knew it, with a few glasses of wine and using some of his weed, the night led you two to this predicament.

“Jesus, you look amazin’, sprawled on his table for me,” Druig growled as he thrust hard, you moaning loudly and reached for his spare hand for him to lace together near your head. His other hand was cradling your neck, his body hunched over yours as he had you along the edge of the pool table. It started with making out, Druig perching you on top of the Pool Table with ease as his kisses along your lips were making you dizzy.

Something about Druig and his way to draw you in, to make you feel so loved and safe, you would fall under his spell every time. He loved you and cared for you, showed you respect to the tenth degree, setting the bar far too high for any other guy to come around.

After shotgunning the smoke from his parted lips and feeling his tongue dance against yours, you were falling for him all over again. His hands were all over your body, pushing up the summer dress you were wearing to be bunched around your hips, and his thumbs then hooking along your panties to let them drop to the floor. Before you knew what was happening, he was kneeling between your legs and making you shake in pleasure with both his lips and fingers inside your aching pussy.

It was almost like liquid fire along your skin, your fingers digging in his brown hair as your other hand was holding hard to the wood of the pool table. It was almost like an erotic scene to be certain, to hear and feel Druig moan against your cunt as he was picking along your folds before flicking his tongue right up against your clit to make you scream. You were feeling the adrenaline from both the wine and the weed, but both were nothing compared to the pure lust that was in your veins as you were trying to stifle your moans by biting your lower lip.

Druig must have heard it, pausing his movement and looking up at you as you were shaking from the insane pleasure. You watched with glossed-over eyes, Druig on his knees with his eyes on yours whilst his head was still perched between your quivering thighs. You saw the moisture painted on his lips and chin, you mewling from the sight as Druig sunk two fingers into your pussy as he smiled wide.

“Don’t be quiet on me darlin’. I want ya nice and loud for me,” He commanded, his fingers curling as you fell back in a heap.

After cumming from his tongue and fingers, Druig then had you bent over the side of the pool table, chest against the green material as he sunk his cock in from behind and took you then and there. It would have sounded almost guttural from anyone else passing by, even that late in the night since the only sounds that were heard were the balls rolling around on top of the table and the slapping of skin. Druig kept his hands everywhere on your skin, your sundress still on but barely as he was kneeling your breasts under the dress and sinking his fingers into your hair while his hips were constantly rolling over and over.

You felt that tightness all over again, from this new angle and how his cock was so snug within your inner walls and hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you. Druig always knew the best way to make you feel all the pleasure in the world when you two were in bed together, especially the first time he sunk into you. Something in the way he fucked you, both in intensity and yet with gentleness as he watched you come undone under him. He was entranced by the sight of you orgasming on his cock, calling out his name in such a way it was almost like a religious experience.

This night was no different as he reached around to flick his finger against your clit, rotating it twice before you came so hard you were dragging your nails along the green cloth. He hunched over you, holding you close while you experienced the aftershocks from your climax before he gave you a filthy kiss along your neck.

“How close are ya? Tell me, sweetheart,” Druig commanded with a grunt as he was fucking you a bit faster now, seeing you shaking and biting your lip as sure signs of you about to reach the peak. You look up at him, smiling in lust and bliss at the sight of Druig above you. His eyes drilling into yours as his brown hair was plastered to his face, the open blue shirt he wore that night for work still on but now stuck against his chest and back from the sweat, he looked gorgeous to you. With his muscles along his arm and chest and the distinct v-line from his hips, you were under his spell with no sign of snapping out of it as he was staring at you like you were prey that he wanted to devour.

You must have looked like a mess, your summer dress now on the floor and being bare naked on top of one of his pool tables. He loved seeing this side of you, not wound up tight like you usually were because of your job. Druig always made it his mission to make your walls come down when he was with you, whether it was with back massages or sending you to the spa that his friend Sersi ran, seeing you relaxed and at ease made his heart happy.

But his favorite way of releasing your tension was fucking your brains out.

“F-Fuck, I…I’m so c-close!” You moaned as Druig kept thrusting, going a bit harder now while he watched your eyes roll back in ecstasy while the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot deep inside of you. He leaned down, the new angle made you both moan sinfully as he wrapped his hand behind your neck to have you sit up. You were so close to falling over in a blissful orgasm that you knew would shake up your world, you just needed a bit more of a push as Druig pulled you to be chest to chest with him. You clung to his back, pressing your head into his as he bottomed out completely into yours. At this point he was now grinding into you, the sheer force of his strength behind every push into you almost made the pool table shift and squeak, yet neither of you cared.

“Cum on baby…cum on my cock. I wanna feel it, every single ounce of it as you cum and drench my cock,” He growled against your neck as he was grinding over and over. You tried to speak, but all you could do was moan as the peak was so close, literally on the tip top of your spine and about to crash over your head. Druig felt it too, how your pussy fluttered around his cock that was throbbing and aching to unload deep inside of you. He just needed to tip you over the edge and knew precisely how to do it. Your neck was so sensitive and so responsive, that he placed his lips over your neck right where your pulse point was.

He bit down very lightly, you screaming as you finally orgasmed and clung onto him.

It triggered his own orgasm too, emptying himself inside of you like a heartbeat and not slowing down or stopping. You both were plastered to one another, coming down from your highs as the loud moaning was turning into whimpers and hums. Druig kissed your skin wherever he could, still holding you tight as his hips were slightly moving again and again and still emptying himself inside of you until he felt himself spent. Even Druig was shaking while his heart was beating rapidly against his chest, pulled away slightly to stare at you, and smiled in bliss.

There you were, coming down from your orgasm and yet still looking beautiful and almost heavenly in his arms as you were open and bare to him. He loved the way you looked and felt beautiful in your own skin, for as long as he knew and loved you Druig loved the confidence you had and he wished he had it himself. And you were sagged against him, Druig was rubbing his hands along your skin and kissing your cheeks as you lazily smiled, both in satisfaction and in exhaustion.

“Jesus Druig, I can’t even…I can’t walk,” You hummed, out of breath as Druig duly chuckled. You looked over your shoulder at the scratch marks you made on the green cloth, grimacing a bit, “I’m sorry about your table.”

“You kiddin’ me? It’s sexy as hell!” Druig reassured you, making you laugh as he kissed you sweetly and pulled out of your carefully. You shook from the feeling of being empty, though Druig never released you from his arms as he spoke again against your jaw, “I’ve hated this pool table anyways. I can call to get a new one tomorrow. Come on, I wanna take care of ya in the shower,”

You squealed and laughed as he lifted you in his arms bridal style, both of you still naked with no shame as he strolled over to the backdoor that led to a pair of stairs that then led to his small and cramped apartment.

The End.

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