You were the Sun, and he was the Moon. He was fire, and you were ice. You were Persephone and he was Hades. Destined to be, eternally.
He vowed to never leave you. You were his whole heart, his reason for existing, and he loved you for 6,500 years.
And he never broke his promise.
Druig x Eternal F!Reader
Summary: how you and Druig fell in love.
It took Druig approximately 300 years to finally realize that you were more than just an ally. And then it took about 200 years for him to realize you were more than just a friend. He loved you. He couldn’t describe how he felt, it was so intricate yet delicate, as if with one touch he’d ruin it. It was similar to a breath of fresh air after swimming in the river. The colors of sunsets. Gentle, yet powerful all the same.
He dreamt of you in Mesopotamia, when he fell asleep to the Milky Way. The early days where the purpose was fighting Deviants and emotions couldn’t get in the way of the mission. But in the night, Druig couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the possibilities, especially when they could go home to Olympia.
Decades turned into centuries. Humans died but more were born. The Eternals moved to Babylon. Trees grew taller, streams became rivers, but Druig’s love for you remained unchanged. He felt cursed but in the best way. The mission didn’t matter anymore to him, only you.
The nights become unbearable. He drifts off and wakes up alone, thinking of your mouth, your skin, your bright eyes, everything. All of it. He’s intoxicated but he doesn’t give a damn. He wanted you to himself, just you and him. Only you, forever.
He watched Sersi and Ikaris have what he didn’t. But instead of feeling discouraged, he only felt a spark. But Ajak made sure that spark became a forest fire.
“You love her. We do not know how much time we have here. Tell her how you feel.” Ajak could only smile at how truly lovesick the once brooding Druig had become. She had a keen eye and saw how he looked at you. His gaze would linger, his facial features softening, his frown becoming a relaxed smile.
She also noticed the small glances you made at Druig as well. You fidgeted with your fingers when flustered, which is what you did constantly around Druig. You protected him the most with your telekinesis powers during battles against the Deviants. Lingering touches.
The love between you and Druig was a beautiful love forged from longing during the centuries.
You thought of him at night when you couldn’t sleep. The way he would look at you, so soft and gentle. He hated everyone but you, only you. His eyes on you constantly. You clutched your chest where your heart slammed against your rib cage.
It all came crashing together when Druig got knocked aside violently by a Deviant’s serpent-like tail. You could hear Druig’s sudden gasp of surprise as the tail crushed his ribs and sent him flying across the sand. You let out a cry of fright and sorrow, and without thinking, you run to his collapsed body.
“Druig! Druig!” You outstretch your hands and his body moves on his own towards you, and you fall to your knees to catch him in your arms. You cradle his head in your arms, ignoring the resuming battle around you.
Ajak appears before you call out for her, kneeling down next to you. She opens her mouth to tell you to rejoin the battle, she can heal Druig, and that everything would be alright.
“No, Ajak, I cannot leave him,” you brush his raven hair from his blood-soaked forehead.
She said nothing, only healing him with a wave of her hand. The blood disappears from Druig’s forehead and his eyes snap open like a wild animals.
“Druig,” you whisper, crushing him in a hug and falling on top of him. “Druig, you’re all right. Oh, I was so worried…”
Druig almost passed out again from what was happening. He shakily lifted his hand and cradled the back of your head, letting himself close his eyes in relief.
“You’re all right,” he murmured. “Good.”
“No, you’re all right! I thought…,” you leaned back and he saw your eyes filled with unshed tears. “Don’t leave me like that again.” You close your eyes and the tears began to fall from your lashes.
Ajak only watched in bewilderment when Druig softly wiped them away from your cheeks. “Beautiful, beautiful Y/N, I could never.”
It was new love, precious and gentle like a summer breeze. Druig spent every waking moment with you while you worked on building structures, buildings, and homes for humans across Babylon with a wave of your hands. You both would explore hidden natural treasures Babylon had to offer. Sneaking small, delicate kisses. Hands intertwined. Then he would walk you to your bedchamber, leaving you with the feeling of his lips on your own.
“My beautiful, beautiful girl…,” he’d murmur into your hair, lips ghosting the shell of your ear, making you shiver. Hands on your hips, waist, everywhere. “You have stolen my heart.” Lips on your neck, collarbone, throat. You would think he’d put those thoughts in your head on purpose, but no. You were falling in true love with him, and so was he.
He’d make his true feelings known in the dark of night, whispering his love for you in your ear, just like how you had imagined it during previous nights alone. He’d have you against a wall in your bedchamber, breath hot and heavy from the jog from the roof to here. It was innocent, but when he saw you in that dress and a flower in your hair, he had to tell you his true feelings.
“I love you, Y/N, my beautiful girl.”
A kiss on the shell of your ear.
“You are a dream…you’ve stolen my whole heart.”
A small bite to your earlobe.
“Druig-“ your whisper was cut off by a chaste kiss, his large hands cupping your face, tilting your head up to meet his lips.
“My Y/N, I love you.”
“Druig…I love you.”
“Don’t leave me,” he’s dragging his lips slowly down your neck, and you bite your lip.
“Never,” you hold the back of his neck, nails slightly scratching him, and he pulls back so his eyes could meet your own.
“And I’ll never leave you, my darling. Nothing in the universe could tear us apart.”
Summary: Thousands of years after going your separate ways, Druig shows up at your apartment with his signature smirk and some bad news. You find yourself falling in love with him all over again…or maybe you never fell out of love.
Word Count: 1.4k
“Druig! Druig wait!”
You felt your face get hotter as you rushed down the steps of the Aztec pyramid, closer to the raging fire plaguing the town, and closer to Druig. Smoke from burning buildings and burning bodies filled your lungs, and you had to fight for every breath you took. When you reached the last stair, you tripped over your feet, stumbling forward and into Druig’s back.
He whipped around, eyes glazed over and clouded as his powers worked their inexplicable magic.
“You’re just gonna leave like that?” You snapped, adjusting your dark red suit. Your eyes bored into his own, fiercely glaring at him. But it was helpless- when he used his powers, his eyes, the tether to all his compassion and empathy, vanished. You knew it came from a place of love, of wanting to protect the humans from themselves. But he was losing himself along the way.
“You heard what happened, they don’t want me there,” he asserted, tilting his head sardonically. “How dare I question the authority of our great leader Arishem?”
“That’s not true,” you told him. “Ikaris is stoic, cold even. But everybody else… you’re our family, Druig. They love you, I love you.”
You could see the white in his eyes flicker and his deep brown eyes shine through. He dropped his head down to the ground and clenched his jaw tightly, as if he were conflicted.
“My beautiful, beautiful [Y/N]…” he started.
Why does he sound like he’s about to say goodbye.
He lifted his head, brown eyes completely on display now, and softly smiled at you. It was infectious, and soon you felt your own lips quirking upwards to mirror his. He cupped your face in his palms and ran his calloused thumb over your cheek before pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead.
“You always see the good in me,” he continued, sighing. “But you belong here, with Ajak, my darling. I know where your heart lies-“
“It lies with you-“
“It lies with your duties, your morals. That’s something I’ve always admired about you,” he told you firmly.
“I feel the same about you,” you said, voice cracking as a lump grew in your throat.
“Then you know now our paths go in two different directions.”
His expression was unreadable. You swore you could see tears in his eyes, but knew he would never let them fall. He considered himself too strong for that. Instead, he pressed his forehead against yours and took the sight of you in one more time.
“This isn’t goodbye, not permanently,” you told him, locking eyes. “I’ll see you again, I will.”
He shot you his signature smirk that never failed to melt your heart, his sad eyes now filling with mischief.
“Then I look forward to that day, my darling.”
The Brooklyn chill ran up your spine as you rushed down the block to your apartment. You quickly greeted your doorman before racing up the stairs onto your floor, stumbling with the keys in your hand. A sight of relief left your lips as you opened your front door and basked in the warmth of your heated apartment.
“Finally,” you mumbled, dropping your bag onto the floor, slipping your jacket off onto your dining table chair and letting out a tired sigh. You flicked the light switch on and turned to head towards the couch when you noticed a dark figure sitting there. Your squeal echoed around the studio as you clutched your heart at the unexpected scare.
“What the fuck, Druig!”
The man broke into maniacal cackles at your reaction, falling over on the cushion and holding his stomach.
“That was not funny!” You scolded, crossing your arms over your chest and huffing. “I haven’t seen you in centuries and this is what I get?”
He rolled his eyes at your theatrics before pulling himself off the couch and towards you. You noticed he had something in his hands, but that he was hiding it behind his back so you couldn’t see it.
“What is that?” You asked him, furrowing your eyebrows.
“Well, my darling, I was looking around your place and couldn’t help but notice this emerald tablet,” he told you, smirking and pulling it out from behind him. “And here I thought you never got it.”
You tried to snatch it out of his hand, but he was too quick, maneuvering it out of your reach. He took your movement as an excuse to inch closer to you, until you were nearly nose to nose. You could practically smell the worn leather of his jacket.
“My beautiful, beautiful [Y/N], did you miss me?” He whispered seductively. You could feel his breath on your face.
“You wish,” you teased, smiling at him. “But… and not that I’m not happy to see you, but why are you here?”
His flirtatious smile dropped immediately, as if his heart had just split open for everyone to see.
“Druig?” You questioned softly, concern lacing your tone.
“Ajak is dead,” he spoke clearly. “The deviants are back.”
His voice may have been firm, but the look in his eyes betrayed him, displaying a deep grief and sadness you’d never seen him have before.
Your eyes widened, surely filled with the same pain, but the shock was too great for them to fill up with years just yet.
“No. That’s not possible,” you said, breaths quickening at an alarming pace. “I just talked to her a week ago. I mean it wasn’t really a full conversation, she texts like a grandma, but she can’t…she can’t be dead.”
“I’m so sorry, my love,” he whispered, his voice raspy and hoarse as he held you close. “But you have to come with us. The team is outside…they thought it would be best if I broke the news. After you, we’re headed to the Domo to find Makkari.”
It wasn’t until you felt salt on your lips that you realized you were crying. And it wasn’t until you felt the roughness of Druig’s fingertips that you realized he was wiping them away for you. You pressed your forehead into his, almost cuddling him, and sniffled.
“Sorry,” you whispered, voice breaking.
“No need to be. Take your time, those assholes can wait.”
You chuckled and leaned further into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling into his chest. You felt him nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin.
“I love you too,” you heard.
“W-What?” You stuttered, pulling away from his embrace slightly. He was no longer smirking, his mouth now stretched out in the most beautiful and genuine smile you’d ever seen him wear.
“You said it to me, back in Tenochtitlan. I never said it back,” he explained. “I’ve been thinking about that moment for 2,000 years, my darling [Y/N]. But I do. I love you so much.”
“I love you,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
With each profession of your love, you left a kiss on any area of his face you could reach- his cheek, nose, forehead, chin. Finally, you stopped right in front of his lips, eyes flickering to his to see if it was okay. Before you could react, he surged forward, capturing your lips with his own. He was a passionate man, and his kisses were no different. He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, not allowing for any space between your bodies. All you could think about is how you wanted to feel his warm body pressed up against you for the rest of your eternal life.
Your arms snaked around his shoulders, fingers entangling with his soft, dark hair and pulling on it gently. He groaned into the kiss, lips sliding possessively over yours. It was like a secret language only the two of you knew. Your native tongues.
You both pulled away from each other once all the air had escaped your lungs, causing heavy panting between your smiles.
“What do you say, beautiful? Want to go kill Deviants together?” He asked, lifting his eyebrows playfully.
summary: It’s a nice, peaceful summer morning in your little house with druig, so naturally, you’d want to stir shit up (aka the 2 times you messed with druig, and the 1 time he made you pay for it.)
word count: 5,339
warnings: language, domestic fluff, cottagecore vibes, no spoilers, so much smut! [d/s dynamics, oral (f), oral (m), edging, chasing kink, rough play, spanking, pussy slapping, degradation, orgasm control, overstimulation, fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex, face slapping, creampie, told you there’s a lot]
notes: here goes the first of the joycean druig trilogy! this one is based on A Prayer, by James Joyce, and it’s hands down the subbiest thing i’ve ever written sdksjdhfks big thanks to @cocoamoonmalfoy @cumholland and @inklore for giving me the fuels to go through with this! enjoy and pls reblog if you liked it! <3
The sloshes of steady river flow sound distant outside your bedroom window. The rural hustle and bustle of the village ever farther away. Only warm sunlight and gentle rustling of leaves luring you out of a deep sleep.
That, and the cold empty spot in the bed next to you.
Despite being a literal god, your lover is truly a man of simple pleasures. He enjoys catching the sunrise and morning walks in the woods and errand runs into town, catching up with the locals. And as miffed as you are about waking up alone, your heart can’t help but flutter at how endearing he is.
Just as you suspected, he’s parked by the kitchen window —a cup of coffee in one hand, a half-eaten Pop Tart in the other. Gazing out at the little patch of garden outside as the radio provides a steady drone of white noise.
He turns as he hears you padding into the room.
“Hello, my sunshine,” he greets you through a bite of his food— an all-too-familiar sight since the beginning of your relationship.
It’s a nice, peaceful summer morning in your little house, so naturally, you’d want to stir shit up.
“Morning, Druig,” you kiss him on the cheek, swiftly stealing the Pop Tart from his grasp and taking the last finishing bite. Eyes twinkling in mischief.
“Oh come on, that’s the last one!” he whines, and you almost forget that he’s not a young boy, but a 7,000-year-old immortal being.
“Yeah, and you didn’t think to save the last one for me?” you retort in feigned annoyance, scoffing, “Some lover you are, old man.”
And just as quickly as he scowls, he softens. Pulls you closer and nuzzles your nose with his. “You don’t really mean that, do you, love?” he gives you a peck on the lips, then on your cheek. Your shoulder.
“Maybe I do.”
He makes a face at you, like he doesn’t even have to read your mind to know you’re lying. “Why don’t I pick up some more for you later on, huh?”
“Mm, that’s more like it.” you smile in satisfaction, this time taking his coffee cup, holding your laughter as his face drops the second time.
“Okay, now you’re just taking the piss.”
He reaches out to grab it back, but you quickly turn away dramatically. “You don’t need caffeine, o great protector— I do!”
“Then get your own!”
You hold the drink close to your chest, reveling in the warmth against the morning air. “Tastes better like this. Tastes like…” you noisily slurp the warm drink like it’s the best thing you’ve ever had, “Victory.”
He smiles, but his next words are laced with warning. “Watch it, little one.”
It’s impossible to miss, that split second of dark gaze he throws your way. Any other human (or perhaps any other creature, for that matter) would cower in fear. He can be as cruel and ruthless when he wants to be.
But the thing is, you’re not just any other human. And you quite like the wicked side of him. So you say,
Realization dawns on Druig’s face. It’s a game that you play —for no particular reason but for your own pure entertainment. If he didn’t know any better, one would think you were the goddess of mischief herself. And your little antics always end with a bang, in every sense of the word.
So he plays along.
“I gotta go into town, be back in a bit.” he kisses you squarely on the lips. “Hey. Be good for me.”
Not a request; an order.
You wait until he walks away, not the slightest bit deterred by his lack of response to your taunt, because you know you have the last word.
Druig comes home with an armful of groceries and an empty house. He calls out to you, but there’s no answer —not from the kitchen, not from upstairs, nothing. It’s not until he tosses his keys onto the table that he finds your handwriting on a piece of paper.
‘Out for a walk. Join me?’
He shakes his head, not even fighting back the smile that breaks out on the corners of his mouth. Following the usual trail out the back of the house, towards the woodlands. Fighting the urge to look into your unbelievable mind; instead, he wonders, pictures, imagines what trouble you’ve got in store for him.
He finds you crouched under a tree, foraging mushrooms and putting them into a basket. Your yellow sundress a stark contrast against the dark browns and deep greens of tree trunks and bushes. Sun on your shoulders, bare, save for the straps of your dress tied behind your neck and the shawl wrapped around your forearms. Wind weaving waves in your clothes and your hair. So beautiful, so… lively. Sunshine personified. It reminds him of Sprite’s tale about Persephone’s downfall with Hades.
He wonders if Hades was the one that’s doomed after all.
You hear his footsteps, twigs and leaves crunching underneath him. “Need any help?”
“No, I’m…” you close the soil back up and brush the dirt off of your hands. “I’m done.”
He offers his hand, and you gladly take it, letting him pull you up. His eyes are twinkling with a hint of smile and you can’t help but ask,
“What is it?”
He wraps his arms around waist. “You look breathtaking.”
“I thought you’d like it.” you hum, his palms finding the thin cotton against your soft skin. Greedy on the swell of your ass and your supple thighs.
Druig’s eyes light up when he notices the lack of… additional fabric underneath. “Oh, I really, really do.”
“All for you, my devilish one.” you lead him towards a nearby red oak tree, not that he needed any further invitation.
He grins, gently nudging you back against the tall tree trunk. Nudging your nose as if he’s about to kiss you, but then he turns for the corner of your jaw instead. “Lift up that dress for me,” he whispers.
And with the sky a pale blue cup over the laughing lands, like a snowball of your own little world, you hike up the skirt of your dress, exposing your knees, your thighs…
Your naked cunt.
Druig draws a slow breath. Calculating. Composing himself. “Well. I think you’re the devilish one, sunshine.”
You lean closer for a kiss, but he’s already down on his knees, hooking your leg over his shoulder and trailing kisses up your inner thigh until he finds himself dead center at your glistening folds. He teases your opening, right where your juices are threatening to drip down, catching it with a lick of his tongue. The tip of his nose bumps into your touch-starved clit, and he nuzzles it like he would your face.
“God…” you instinctively grasp his hair.
He looks up, blue eyes blinking innocently. “Yes?”
“Fuck off,” your voice coming out a half moan, half chuckle.
His index finger traces your slit, head tilted to the side. “You don’t really mean that, do you, love?”
You feel that finger entering you, and your little quip comes out in a gasp. And as if one isn’t enough, he pulls out and thrusts inside with another one. It fires up all your nerve endings, sending you out of your body, and before you can react, his mouth takes in your clit —somehow anchoring you back to reality.
And the reality is you’re getting your pussy eaten out by your eternal lover in the woods in broad daylight.
And God, you’re getting it good.
Despite his icy demeanor, Druig is a gentle lover when he wants to be. He caresses you with great familiarity, knowing exactly how to hit which spot that sends you reeling. Renders you desperate to touch him anywhere. And he licks you and sucks you and consumes you like he’s savoring everything. All the twitches and throbs. All the pretty sounds you make.
He enjoys every single second of it.
His moans vibrate through your core, stuffed full with his fingers, and you can’t hold it any longer. The orgasm sends shocks of pleasure from head to toe, and you arch your hips for more, more, more until you can’t take it anymore and you’re tugging his hair back for some relief.
He looks up at you, marveling at how your face twists in pure bliss. Easing kisses down your thighs in sync with the rise and fall of your chest. Licking the wet, tasty slick off of his digits and smoothing your dress back down. You might be gone from the orgasm, but he’s gone for you.
You help him up, all too eager to kiss him— only then realizing that you didn’t even kiss him hello earlier. His lips meet yours halfway. The unmistakable taste of your arousal is palpable on his tongue. His chin. His perfect nose, and you kiss it all clean.
“My beautiful, beautiful sunshine.”
He says it with such wonder. Peace. And for a moment, you consider just… taking him right here, or lead him back home, back to your loving bed. Damn your antics, damn your wicked plan.
You smooth out his hair, all sticking out from your undoing, smiling as you regain your composure. “My turn now.”
He simply hums as you cup him through his pants, rubbing up and down his clothed length. “Go on, then.”
There’s no need for pleasantries anymore. You want this as much as he does, no questions necessary. So you bring yourself to your knees, hands deftly unbuttoning his trousers and taking out his beautiful cock. The length stands thick and curving, the tip already leaking with precum. Oh this is gonna be fun, you muse.
He tastes divine, and you make sure he knows it. Your mouth latches onto him, lapping up, taking more and more of him inside. His large, rough hands find the back of your head —though he’s not entirely sure whether it’s to bring you closer and hold you back.
Soon, your hand joins, palm slick with your spit, and you pump him faster. Tighter around his girth. Paying close attention to his breathy groans and needy murmurs.
“Yes, my love… just like that.” his fingers curl around your hair as you gag a little bit on his cock. “Fuck, so good for me…”
Druig’s painfully close. His hips start thrusting forward too, forcing it in the back of your throat. It makes your eyes water, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. The torture is sweet, and your little surprise in the end… even better.
You take his cock out of your mouth, keeping your pumping motion steady. “You gonna cum for me?”
“You gonna ask me nicely?”
“Make me cum, please.”
“Yeah?” your grin grows naughty, picking up the pace as he nods vehemently, welcoming the build up, getting ready for the high, and then…
No strokes, not even a still fist around his cock. Not your mouth teasing him, either.
You’re already standing up to your full height, gazing right into his blue eyes.
“What…?” he barely musters.
“I don’t think I’m gonna let you,” you answer casually, as if talking about the weather. Then, as quickly as you turned against him, you grab your basket and run for your life.
“Race you back home!”
Oh, yes. You’re definitely his downfall.
Druig can easily catch you within a few steps, even with his blue balls and terrible case of cruel, cruel edging.
It’s the flurry of your dress, your fit of giggles, the way you glance over your shoulders that keeps him one step behind. He gladly lets you think you have the upper hand.
He might be doomed, but best believe he’s taking you with him.
He’s only a few feet away from you, just out of reach, but you rush inside and slam the front door in his face. There’s more laughter and footsteps retreating inside.
Calmness sweeps through his body, and he lightly opens the door. It’s his time to play now. “Come out, come out, wherever you are…” he teases you in a sing-songy tune.
He peeks into the coat room, but there’s no sign of life there. He steps into the living room, scanning the corners. Under the dining table. In the kitchen. Nothing.
“Sunshine?” He calls out to you as he walks up the stairs. Drawing out the steps, the low creaks of the wood ringing clear.
He makes his entrance into the bedroom known. The door screech is slow and grating, footsteps falling heavy on the hardwood floors. He stops in front of the door, scanning the room for any sign of you and finding your trusty boots peeking out from under the window curtains.
You hear him chuckle, “You are so predictable.” his voice dies down, cut off by the draw of the curtain.
Hook, line, and sinker. You hold your breath, trying to contain your laughter so you don’t give away your hiding spot. Barefoot and tucked safely underneath the bed.
But he lifts the covers from the edge of the bed, a wicked smirk plastered on his face when his eyes meet yours. “You don’t actually think I fell for that, do you, love?”
Your heart is beating out of your eardrums as you frantically crawl out of the other side. But it’s too late. By the time you’ve got out, Druig’s already waiting for you and lifting you up by the arms. Seizing you with complete ease, despite all your thrashing.
“You’re a right troublemaker, aren’t you, little one? I think I need to set you straight.” he pins your arms behind your back, wrists together, keeping them there with one hand.
There’s no wiggling out of his grasp with force anymore, so you resort to gentle squirms and batting your eyelashes. “I’m sorry, I was just messing with you.”
“Oh, you were just messing with me?” His eyebrows shoot up, as if asking you a question with no right answer. He doesn’t miss how you grind against his front. “And you think you can get away with it? Think I’ll still fuck you just ‘cause you’re being sweet and needy for me?”
The heat rises to your cheeks, and you hide your face in the crook of his neck.
“No, no. Look at me.” Druig murmurs, having none of this. He grabs you by the back of your head and tuts in disapproval. “You’ve made your bed, little one. Now you’re gonna lie in it.”
“Please…” Your heart clenches— you should be terrified of what he’s planned in his fucked up little head, but your pussy clenches harder at the thought of receiving your punishment, knowing all the sins you’ve committed. It’s a twisted kind of pleasure the two of you indulge in.
“Bit too late for that now.” he chuckles darkly. And then his gaze turns cold --gone is the loving Druig who worships the ground you walk on. This Druig is gonna ravage you into pieces and you’re going to love every single moment of it.
He undoes the halter ties behind your neck and roughly yanks down the dress until it falls to the floor. You try to cover your modesty quicker than you can think, but he stops you even before that.
“Don’t get all shy on me, love. Bend over the bed.” he pushes you off with just a pad of finger, and you lay on your stomach. Legs spread, propped up on your tiptoes on the floor.
Your fingers bunch the bed sheets, feeling sure you’re gonna explode from his single featherlight touch down your hips.
“You sure you want this?” he asks softly, checking up on you one last time. “I’m not gonna go easy on you, little one.”
Maybe it’s the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Or maybe it’s his firm warning in a hushed, gentle tone. Or maybe it’s what he calls you.
You bury your face in the sheets, push your ass up high and nod, “Yes. Want this so bad.”
He hums. “Okay,” he whispers.
And then it starts.
The first strike feels delicious, and you let out a little moan for it. For him. He spanks you hard enough to jolt forward, but still leaves you wanting more. Harder.
His palm smoothes over your tender cheek. And then he goes again, spanking your other cheek one, two, three more times. A mix of his soft side and rough edges.
You shake your head.
Smack! His hand lands in warning. Not as hard, but quicker than you expected. “Use your words, little one.”
“No, sir. Feels good.” You rasp, among your shaky breaths.
He’s out of your line of sight, standing just behind you, but you can definitely feel the smile laced in his voice. “Good girl.”
He likes it when you call him that, and you know it. What you don’t know is how much he likes to watch you in the in-between. Moments before he hits the soft swell of your backside, when your legs tense up in anticipation. The way you jut your ass out for him. And the moment just after; when you whine and whimper. Writhing and restless, trying hard to keep yourself propped up. No matter how rough.
In fact, you like it rough. Druig spanks you hard enough that you cry out in pained bliss —overwhelmed by the burn on your skin, and his low growl that fills your ears. And if you arch into the side of the bed just right, your clit gets the tiniest, slightest bit of relief upon the touch.
“Whoa, what do we have here?” he stops, like he’s catching onto your little grinding motion.
“I’m not doing anything,” you lie smoothly —or so you think.
But he dips his hand between your legs, knuckles grazing past your dripping cunt to touch the wet patch under you. “You’ve made a mess all over, little one.”
“Hmm?” you try to prop yourself up, but Druig’s already flipped you onto your back, pinning you underneath him, spreading your legs open.
He stares at you with a wolfish grin, and in that moment, you’re certain he’s gonna wreck you until you’re crying and begging for him.
(To stop or keep going, that’s another matter.)
“I guess this pussy’s just aching for a punishment, too, huh?” he slaps your inner thighs, one and then the other, more of a teasing than anything.
You’re dying for him to touch you there, but all you can say is, “Please.”
“Please what, my love? Punish you?” he asks pointedly. “Gladly.”
The feeling of his fingers smacking against your sensitive clit is truly electric, and the sound against your wet folds, your unrestrained moan that accompanies it… there’s no word for it. You’re just hurtling forward, not knowing whether to curl up or open yourself up to his cruel torture.
No matter. He decides that for you.
He slaps your pussy again. Alternating between light pats and sharper spanks, and soon you’re overwhelmed with the all too familiar feeling. The kind that makes your brain foggy and your limbs feel like floating. The pulsating ache in your pussy keeps building up, and it’s so easy to let it take over your body and give in to the pleasure.
“Don’t cum yet.” his voice comes crashing in as his hand halts to a stop.
You blink at him. “Were you in my head?”
“Didn’t need to.” he shrugs. “I know you, sunshine. I know exactly…” a sharp smack on your left thigh, “when…” another on your right side, “...you’re. Gonna. Cum.”
One for each word, hitting your pussy every single time.
“I… I can’t—” your resolve is slipping, and you’re finding it harder and harder to obey him.
“Don’t you dare cum, you fucking slut.” he grabs your jaw harshly, forcing you to look into his eyes as he lands lash after lash on your cunt.
But with those icy blues, wicked hands and that filthy name he called you, you stand no chance at all. The last one isn’t even that hard, but the pad of his middle finger presses right on your clit and you’re bursting for him.
Relief washes over you as you find some release. But at the same time, the same parts of you are screaming in agony because his heated touch, his weighted hand… all gone. He just watches you reach your orgasm and ruins it.
When your eyes shift back into focus, you find him looking down at you, shaking his head lightly. “Oh, little one. You disappoint me.”
Your heart falls upon hearing that. “I’m sorry, I’m really really sorry—” you grab at his waist, his shirt, afraid he’s going to get up and leave you. The cruelest punishment of all. “I can’t help it… feels too good.”
“Oh, it feels too good? Is that right?” he coos at you in mocking.
You nod fervently, eyes blinking heavy for your ruthless lover.
He nods back, the tight crease between his eyebrows loosens, and you think maybe your tactic is working. Maybe he’d allow you this little thing for once. “Okay,” he concedes.
And for a minute, he seems like he is giving in. Rubbing your still-tender clit and seeking open-mouthed kisses on your bite-worn lips. Listening intently to the rhythm of your body, letting it rise into another crescendo.
He swallows your moans as you cum a second time, easier and gentler than the first, falling apart in the comfort of his hand and his embrace.
But then he doesn’t stop.
He maintains the pattern he’s drawing on your clit —too hard, too fast, too… much. The euphoric sensation of your high grows overwhelming and before you know it, you’re writhing and thrashing desperately under him. “Wait—”
And through it all, he keeps his cruel calm facade. “I thought you wanted to cum?” he says, daring you to protest him.
It’s not that you don’t want to protest; you’re simply too fucked out to find the words.
He smiles at you sweetly, deceivingly so. “You wanted to cum, so you’re gonna cum, over and over again until I say it’s enough. Okay, little one?”
You’re already so close again. You can’t think about anything but the persistent ache between your legs, drowning you in submission’s misery.
“Hey. Look at me.” He instructs you firmly. “Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah? Can you do that?” His voice softens, and you find yourself melting into his touch, his words… his being.
The contradiction between his sweet words and unrelenting hand is making you dizzy. “Yes, sir. I’ll do anything for you,” you murmur into his chest.
“That’s my girl.” He captures your lips with his, enshrouding you with love and warmth. Easing you into the thrust of his two fingers inside you at once.
You gasp, falling out of his kiss, but he doesn’t care. He just nuzzles your face, fingers pumps in and out of you just fast enough to keep you on your high. And then his mouth trails down your neck, along your soft breasts to suck on your diamond-hard tits.
You cum all over his fingers helplessly, shaking as he holds your body down with his own. You try to pry his hand away —a meager attempt, really- but he simply brushes you off. When you try it a second time, he swats your hand in warning. But it’s too, too much. You just want to breathe for a second.
But he doesn’t let up. Instead, he grabs your wrist and pins it over your head. Fucking you and playing with you impossibly harder. Punishing you more and more.
Your body ceases to fight back, your limbs are growing heavier the further you go. But your breaking brain is screaming, although what comes out of your mouth is simply,
“Too much… I can’t…”
“Yes, you can, little one. Just let go.” he sounds so tender, so comforting. He could be using his powers on you right now, but you’re beyond caring at this point.
You just nod along and give in to the erratic pulsing in your body. The pain is sharp and dull at the same time, and you’ve lost count how many times you’ve come undone. But it feels so fucking good, your eyes are watering, sobs hitching in your throat.
He chuckles, his breath is hot against your skin. “Look at you, so pretty like this. All mine. My dirty little slut.” Druig wipes away your tears so gently, a stark contrast to his unrelenting pace between your legs. “Haven’t even got my cock in you yet, but you look so fucked out already.”
Your mind is hazy, but another, more pressing need takes over when you hear the words ‘his cock.’ A string of pleas fall out of your lips, barely coherent. You sloppily kiss him, desperately trying to tell him what you want without telling him what you want.
He kisses you back like he understands. Like he’s got you. It’s a brief moment of love and reassurance in this twisted game you’re playing.
His hand slows to a stop, and you arch into him in joy and anguish —joy for a breath of relief, and anguish for the loss of his addicting touch.
And more joy, as you get to watch him tear off his clothes, revealing his lean muscles and alabaster skin, and then take his place on top of you.
He draws a bated breath as he teases your pussy with his cock. “So ready for me, aren’t you, little one?”
He nudges your sensitive clit and your eyes flutter closed at the sensation. “Yes. Fuck.”
“Hey. Ask properly. What do you want.” Not a question; an order.
Your tongue feels heavy, clouded and slurred. “Want you to fuck me, sir.”
“There we go. That wasn’t so hard, right?” he grins, infuriatingly chirpy over the state of you, lining himself against your opening.
He pushes in with one swift thrust, and knocks the air out of you. Even after having his fingers inside you, the stretch still deliciously aches. You’re so sensitive, so full, so flooded by him.
And he is every bit as drunk on you as you are on him. You close in around him, soft walls slick with desire gripping him like a vice. He is so thick, so big, so perfect inside you, and he closes his eyes in ecstasy, a moment’s silence in the eye of the storm.
“You’re breathtaking,” he sighs, sitting up so he can take a better look at you.
All gorgeous and wrecked for him and him alone.
He draws himself back, nearly all the way out of you. You whine at the loss and the emptiness, and once again when he fills you up again. He grinds in and out of you unhurried, finding delight in the twists and turns of your beautiful curves. How you leave crescent moon dents on his trim waist. How he can see, can feel your stomach bulge as he fills you as the sobs ripped out of you, singing broken melodies.
And how it sounds better than any song he’s ever heard in his painfully long life.
You have no idea how long you’ve been at this. Your body feels heavy, like the sensation is blanketing you and weighing you down. Your grasp at his waist loosens bit by bit, and soon you’re just limply carried through the motions as he fucks you hard.
His hand tucks away the wild strands of hair on your face, as if awakening you from your stupor. “You’re slipping, my love,” he softly points out.
“Wanna keep going?”
“Yes please,” you nod, arching closer into him.
Oh, how Druig’s heart swells upon this sight. So pretty and pliant. All for him to take and save and soothe and spare.
He smiles a little. “You’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you, little one?” he hums, picking up the pace and watching you lose your goddamn mind.
“Only for you, sir— fuck...” you squeak as he hits that spot deep within you.
“Look at me. Hey.” his palm lands across your cheek. “Look at me.”
Your eyes find his, all dark and dangerous, but you’re too far gone that all you can say is, “Again.”
He smiles, adoring in contrast for what’s to come. “My dirty little fucking slut,” and then a slap on the other cheek.
Who is he to deny himself of such pleasure? The fucked up tinge in his core flares whenever he sees your jaw fall open upon the impact of his threatening hand. Clenching tighter around his cock as you inch closer towards yet another orgasm.
That very same palm soothes your tingling skin, thumb caressing your lower lip. You didn’t need any instructions —you put his digit into your mouth and suck like you sucked his cock earlier. Hard and sloppy, making his pace falter a little.
Druig pulls his hand away with a heavy heart, but eager to place his wetted thumb on your clit. Your cunt flutters around him, goading him to go harder, give you more, more, more all through your high.
And you need him more than you need air.
You blindly reach for his free hand, putting it on your chest. Maybe if he keeps you there, you won’t float away. Maybe he’ll bring you down again gently and all will be well.
His fingers pinch your nipples, a shooting sensation against his dulcet voice. “Just one more, my love. Give me just one more, okay?”
“I’ll try…” you purr, barely loud enough for him to hear.
“No, no. I said, you’re gonna cum until I say it’s enough,” he reminds you, cupping your jaw so you look right at him, “and I say, one more.”
His last words come out in a growl, your cheeks squished together and it sends you reeling. You blindly reach for his hand, guiding it on the column of your neck. Maybe if he keeps you there, you won’t float away, and you’ll be able to cum one last time.
He tightens his grip on your throat just a little, just enough to make your head dizzy and your soul ascend in a blissful little death. For a moment, you exist solely in the form of pleasure coursing through your veins. The pulsing of your clit. The clench of your cunt. The flutter of your inner walls until your lover unleashes his sweet release, painting it pearly white with his divine sex.
He collapses on top of you, forehead resting against yours. He lifts his hips to unsheath himself from you, but you whimper, wrapping your loose arms around him.
Your high is dissipating, and now everything feels like it’s fading. The gentle hand wiping sweat off of your face feels like it’s simply hovering over your skin, and his raggedy baritone sounds so far away.
“My beautiful, beautiful girl...” he nuzzles your nose, peppering soft kisses all over your face. “Are you with me?”
You don’t say anything. You just take everything he’s giving you. At that moment, it’s the only thing you know.
“Look at me,” he whispers, kind and caring. Gone is the cruel, austere side of him, and you find yourself breathing easier. “Come back to me, my love.”
You try to fight the sleep in your eyes and gaze into his baby blues, soothing and shielding you from harm. From loneliness. “Hey,” you finally breathe out.
The specks of dust flying around in the sunshine makes the sight before you look like a painting. Your lover, soft and steady and so fucking enamored, gazing at you so tenderly. And then a smile, that goddamn smile that stole your heart, blossoms on his face and the painting comes to life.
“Hello, my sunshine,” he greets you, and it feels like home.
Summary: you’re at a family dinner with the Eternals when Druig starts to get handsy. However, he’s left seething after you manage to stay completely silent, and so he makes it his mission to take you home and make you scream...
Warnings: swearing, smut, fingering, semi-public sexual acts, Dom!Druig, oral (f receiving), overstimulation/ multiple orgasms, penetrative sex (m+f), tiniest bit of mind control, minors DNI
A/N: happy Eternals on Disney+ day my loves, here’s some more Druig smut bc I feel like it’s been a lil while since I did a full oneshot for him, hope you like this my babies!!🖤✨🥰
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
These were the moments you loved. Moments spent with your family. It was so rare that all of you would be together at one time, so you relished these small moments together.
You were all currently on the Domo, you and all ten of your fellow Eternals. Ajak and Gilgamesh had prepared the most delicious of meals. You’d all finished eating now, you were all just sat around talking and laughing, enjoying each other’s company.
You had all just come down from laughing at something Kingo had said when you suddenly felt Druig’s hand come to rest on your thigh. You were only in a short sundress so his hand was brushing against your bare skin. You pay no mind to the small gesture, continuing to chat away with the rest of the Eternals.
But then Druig starts to move his hand even high up your thigh, his fingers leaving goosebumps on your flesh as he travels towards your core. The slightest of sighs leaves your lips, quiet enough for only Druig to hear, and only because he was specifically listening out for you.
You can practically feel the smirk that stretches Druig’s lips when his fingers finally reach the apex of your thighs, brushing along your clothed core. He pushes his finger in slightly, just about making contact with your clit through the thin material of your panties.
You can then feel his brows furrow as you don’t even flinch at his contact. Your breathing remains steady, your face unreadable. Clearly frustrated by your lack of reaction Druig pushes his fingers harder against your clit, starting a circling motion. The only sign of you acknowledging this was your body tensing slightly, but still, nothing that anyone else would even notice.
You hear Druig huff lightly as he ramps up his motions, pushing your panties to the side and finally connecting his fingers directly with your clit. You smirk, cocking your head to pay better attention to what Ikaris was currently saying from across the table. Druig’s finger start to build a steady pace, circling your clit just the way he knows you like it.
You could practically feel the frustration rolling off Druig as you continued to show no reaction to him having his hand between your thighs whilst in the middle of a family dinner.
His frustration radiates into his movements as he again decides to take things even further, desperate to pull some kind of response from you. His fingers delve lower through your folds until he reaches your entrance. He circles your hole twice before he pushes two of his fingers inside you. You squirm the slightest bit as his fingers find home inside you, sinking down to the knuckles. But again, your squirm was no more than you would shift just to get comfortable in your seat, it was nothing to warrant any kind of acknowledgment from anyone else.
Druig starts to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them expertly to hit that sweet spot inside you. He then latches his thumb onto you clit, circling in time with his fingers working inside of you. You keep your attention on the conversation at hand, even joining in the laughing when Sprite cracks a witty comment.
If anything, Druig is the one getting more worked up than you. You can just about hear his breathing start to get heavier next to you, the tiniest of grunts passing his lips as he works his hand furiously between your legs. You laugh lightly, enjoying how desperate he was to make you crack. But you knew you wouldn’t. You were good at this game.
Druig feels your walls start to close in around his fingers, your orgasm approaching.You feel the smugness start to rise in his body again, thinking surely you’d have to break when he actually made you cum. But you didn’t. Your orgasm washes over you, your pussy clenching and convulsing around Druig’s fingers.
But on the outside you merely sighed softly, your breathing ever so slightly heavier than normal. Once Druig has pumped you through your orgasm he pulls his fingers from you harshly, a tiny squeak leaving your lips.
You hear him grunt in frustration next to you, his jaw taught, his nostrils flared. You look over at him and smirk, winking at him quickly.
You’d barely closed the door to yours and Druig’s room on the Domo when he’s suddenly roughly shoving you against it. His forearm is just below your neck, pinning you up against the door. His other hands grabs the hair at the back of your neck, forcing your head to tilt upwards to where his face is hovering above you, his lips curved in anger.
“What the hell was that?” He seethes, his lips forming a snarl where they were just an inch away from yours.
“You tell me” you bite back, raising an eyebrow defiantly. “You’re the one who decided to finger me under the dinner table."
“And you didn’t even squirm. Didn’t make a single noise” his nostrils flare with anger again.
“Well what can I say, I’m just very good at staying quiet” you shrug teasingly, lifting your chin in defiance.
“Oh yeah?” He taunts.
“Yeah” you tease back.
He looks you up and down, raking his gaze over you. He then shifts, moving his hips forward, trapping your own hips between his and door behind you. A small gasp leaves your lips as you feel his hardened cock pushing against you, straining in the fabric of his jeans.
“Oh we’ll see about that.” His breath is hot against your lips, his mouth so close and yet so far away. “I’m gonna make you scream sweetheart, I’m gonna make you fucking beg for my cock” he growls, leaning into your mouth only to pull back again at the last second, leaving you hanging with want. A soft whine sounds from you as he pulls himself away from you, leaving you limp against the door.
“Strip. Then get on the bed” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
And so you follow his instructions swiftly, shimmying out of your little dress before tugging your panties down your legs, leaving you completely naked under his watchful gaze. An approving smirk paints his lips as he takes in your naked form, a sight he’d seen a thousand times before and yet one he would never grow tired of.
You gulp lightly, his eyes on you sending a flutter to your core. You walk over to the bed, laying down on your back, sitting up on your elbows.
“Open your legs” his voice is somehow simultaneously sharp and smooth.
Your mouth hangs open as your breathing already starts to get heavy, just the anticipation of what’s to come setting your entire body alight. You obey his instruction again, spreading your legs open on the bed, revealing your already soaked centre to him. He lets out a cocky scoff as he takes in the view. He’s then sauntering over to you, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside just before he reaches the edge of the bed.
His eyes lock with yours as he sinks to his knees in front of you. His smirk grows at the sound of your moan. That’s what he wanted, to hear all manner of sinful sounds fall from your lips. He licks those cocky lips of his before he dives into your pussy. His eyes stay on yours as his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it fervently.
You let out a small cry, tossing your head back as you revel in the feeling of his tongue gliding over your clit. He feels so good, your mind is already spinning. Going down on you was one of Druig’s favourite past times, so it’s suffice to say that he knows exactly what he’s doing, knows exactly how to work you. Your hips are starting to move of their own accord, bucking and grinding against his face. Another moan escapes you before you have time to swallow it. You resort to biting down on your bottom lip, attempting to keep your sounds contained.
“Let go of your lip, I want to hear you” Druig hums into your folds.
A whimper trembles through you as you dig your teeth harder into your lip. Druig sighs into your cunt, the vibrations surging through you. But you’re left wanting when his mouth moves off you suddenly. You look up just in time to lock eyes with him again, watching them start to glow gold.
“I said let go of your lip” he speaks slowly and deliberately.
You feel your entire body relax, your jaw going slack where your mouth suddenly hangs open.
“That’s better” Druig taunts, his eyes dimming as he reattaches his mouth to your throbbing clit.
You can hear yourself slowly start to get louder and louder as Druig coaxes you closer and closer to your climax. The fire burns deep in your core, Druig’s tongue working pure magic on your clit.
“Ah fuck, Druig” you cry, your head twisting to the side, your eyes screwed shut, one fist balled in the sheets beneath you, the other tightly wound in Druig’s hair. He hums in approval of your moans, the vibrations finally tipping you over the edge. A strangled cry flies from your throat as your climax races through you, pleasure coursing through your entire body. You gasp loudly with each breath as you convulse, Druig’s tongue continuing to work your clit as you flinch and jerk under his touch.
He finally pulls his mouth off you with a pop, looking down at you with pride plastered on his face as you fall back weakly onto the bed. Your chest is rising and falling deeply with your ragged breathing. You let out a hum of satisfaction.
But Druig just smirks again.
“Oh we’re not done yet sweetheart” he drawls, grabbing one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder, pulling you close to him again. Another moan already escapes you before he even touches you again.
He bites at your inner thigh, nipping across your skin before he reaches the apex of your thigh. He attaches his mouth to you again, but this time he situates himself lower, his tongue swirling around your hole. He pushes his nose against your clit, rubbing in an up and down motion as he starts to flick his tongue in and out of your entrance.
“Shit” you whisper. He’d barely even started up again and already your core was tightening like a coil, pleasure burning in the pit of your stomach.
As your moans get louder Druig works his tongue against you with more fervour, as if he was rewarding you for being more vocal. Your hand finds its way back into his hair, helping hold him in place as your hips rock against his face. He has one hand holding your thigh in place where it’s hooked over his shoulder. His other hand finds your free one, his fingers interlacing with yours, giving you a small squeeze as more sounds fall from your lips.
“Druig... fuck” you cry. “That feels amazing” you whine, your voice cracking with pleasure. He hums again.
“Ah, Druig... I’m gonna cum. Fuck...” you gasp as your second climax crashes over you. Your back arches, your toes curling, digging into Druig’s back, your hand twisting painfully tight in his hair. You swear you can feel him laugh cockily against you as you ride out your orgasm on his face.
You collapse against the mattress again, expecting Druig to stop. But he doesn’t. He just keeps going, his tongue fervently darting in and out of you. Your body starts to spasm, something like a sob leaving your throat as yet another little death rocks through your body.
“Shit, Druig” you pant, a tear springing in your eye as your body becomes overwhelmed by the sensations. Your thighs clench around his head, locking him in a vice-like grip as pleasure rolls through your body. He finally relents are you cry out a pathetic mewl, your body flinching away from his mouth.
He kisses the skin of your inner thigh where it rests just next to his head. He gently pushes your leg off him, leaving you sprawled, a fucked out mess, on the bed.
Another chuckle rumbles through his chest as he kisses his way up your body until his mouth finds yours. He opens your lips with his own, sliding his tongue against yours, giving you a taste of yourself. You both groan into the kiss as your hands rapidly paw at each other. His hands snake around your neck, fingers twining in your hair. Your hands roam all over his bare chest, nails raking across his skin.
Your hands travel down his body until you reach the waistband of his jeans. But he just presses his hips tighter against yours, grinding the rough fabric against your sensitive slit, leaving your hands no room to unbuckle his trousers. You mewl into his mouth, a sudden desperation to have him inside you.
“What do you want little one?” He taunts, pulling back slightly, his eyes dark and lust-blown as they look down at you. You whine again, bucking your hips against his, silently asking for what you seek.
“Come on sweetheart, use your words. Let me hear you” he teases, his lips finding their way to your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin.
He continues his grinding movement, giving you just enough pressure to feel it, but not enough to really get you going. He was deliberately teasing you, waiting for your pleas to fall from your lips. You huff, finally feeling the same frustration that Druig must’ve felt earlier; the frustration of not getting what you want. If you wanted him to fuck you, you really were gonna have to beg for it.
You turn your head so your lips are against his ear. “Please Druig” you purr against the shell of his ear. He pushes himself up on his arms to look at you again.
“Please what?” He cocks his head to the side, his eyes dropping to your lips briefly. “What do you want baby?” He grinds particularly hard on that last sentence, finally causing you snap with need.
“You. I want you Druig. I want you to fuck me, please. I need you. I need to feel you inside me, please Druig please” you cry, kissing all over his neck and throat between each word, your nails digging harshly into his back as you desperately pull him against you.
“Please Druig please” you continue to murmur against his skin as your hands travel back down towards his navel again. He groans loudly in your ear.
“Good girl” he praises before he finally reaches down between your two bodies, helping you to undo his belt and jeans. You roughly shove them down his legs, freeing his already leaking cock. You moan as you capture his mouth with your own again, your hand grabbing his dick. You start to move your wrist, pumping him lightly. But he’s quick to stop you, grabbing your wrist in his hand. He grunts with the restraint, fighting the want to just let you keep working him with your hand.
But he’s then swift to line himself up with your entrance, gathering your slick by stroking his head through your folds a few times. He then, at last, sinks his cock inside you. You both moan as you envelope him with your warmth, a further cry escaping your throat as he bottoms out inside you. You see a smirk on his lips again as he suddenly starts a fast and brutal pace.
He doesn’t waste time warming you up or letting your adjust to his size or his rhythm, he simply begins to pound into you, his hips slapping harshly against yours. You’re now powerless to stop the sounds that fly from your mouth, moans and whimpers, gasps and sighs as he hits that spot inside you over and over again.
“Oh fuck Druig, you feel so good” you cry into his neck.
“Yeah?” He breathes into the crook of your neck. You nod frantically as his hips jar into yours.
“Then let me hear you baby, let everyone hear you” he demands, biting down hard into your shoulder.
You cry out loudly at the pain and you feel him laugh darkly. You completely let go, all inhibitions and anxieties put aside, you simply let every sound that your body wanted to make loose from your mouth.
“That’s it baby” he encourages as you start to feel your walls tightening around him, another climax inbound. You can feel how sensitive you are from your previous orgasms, but right now you don’t care because fuck he felt so good inside you.
“Ahh, Druig” you pant loudly, your voice cracking again. “Shit, I’m gonna cum” you squeak.
“Yeah?” He kisses up your throat again. “Cum for me baby."
And so you do. And so he fulfils his promise, his name a scream on your lips as your orgasm tears through your body.
“Shit baby, you sound so fucking beautiful screaming my name” he grunts as his pace stutters and falters, his hips jaggedly rutting into yours as he approaches his own climax. Your name is a curse on his lips as he finally stills, his hot load spilling inside you, his hot breath mixing with yours as both your mouths hang open in euphoria. He kisses you sloppily again as you both revel in your highs, your sweaty bodies clinging to each other. He pulls back the slightest bit to look at you again, a complete wreck beneath him. That gods-forsaken smirk back on his face.
“Told you I’d make you scream."
You and Druig walk hand-in-hand into the common area the next morning, finding most of your fellow Eternals already there and waiting. All conversation stops when you two enter, all eyes snapping towards you. You and Druig look around in confusion before Sprite finally pipes up.
“You do realise that all our rooms are adjoined here on the Domo?” She cringes.
“Yeah what we heard last night was just down right disturbing” Kingo chimes in, pulling a mock disgusted face.
You blush and bury your head in Druig’s chest, but you just know he’s just the most shit-eating grin plastered on his face, full of pride that everyone else got to hear the way you scream for him.
A/N: this may or may not have been inspired by my personal ability to stay incredibly quiet in bed👀 lmao, hope you enjoyed this!!✨🖤💫
A fic where the eternals don't know you're a thing with Druig until they see years of photos of you and him all over your house.❤
note: am i crying?? maybe.... i took some creative liberty with this one, but kept the main request there <3 i hope you all enjoy as much as i did. idc that its november,,, christmas now..
pairing: druig x (f)reader
summary: the holidays bring your large family of eternals over to celebrate. when they walk into your home and see photo after photo of you and druig, they realize something that has been under their noses for millenia
warnings: sweet sweet puppy love n lovey dovey druig
Christmas wasn’t a holiday that Eternals celebrated, in fact, you weren’t sure if there were any that they did. Nevertheless, for the sake of old times and catching up on how eternal life was, you were all going to celebrate this year. It had been decided that you would be throwing the event, as it was known that you were the best event planner there ever had been.
The stone cottage you owned in the French countryside was the perfect venue. The interior was cozy, the walls plastered in photos and paintings, the floor with mismatched carpets and rugs. There was a small kitchen that led into the living room, warmed by a brick fireplace. The tree was decorated with an assortment of tinsel and ornaments that glittered from the flames.
“Druig!” You call, hoping to reach your husband on the modest second floor. The mug you held in your hands was filled with your favorite: hot chocolate. You double and triple check the food in the oven and that the cookies had been set out. The fireplace was cracking loudly, the ambiance just right. Eventually, you hear the rhythm of footsteps down the staircase, indicating that your husband was about to come rob you of your sweet drink.
“Yes, my darling?” He approaches you from behind, sneaking a kiss onto your temple, “Ooh, is that hot chocolate?”
You roll your eyes playfully, but you don’t resist when his arm reaches around yours and removes the mug from your hand. “You’d better plan on making me more, you thief.”
Druig slips his arm around your waist as he sips on the drink. He pulls your body against his and moves gently with the old Sinatra record playing from the living room. The man gives you a puppy-eyed look, “Oh but of course, my darling wife.”
You lean your head back and rest it on his with closed eyes, “I made your favorites.”
Your voice is nearly a whisper, but an excited hum escapes him. Gently, he takes your hand and twirls you much like he had in the countless dances you’d shared before. “Oh, how I love you, Y/N.”
He traps you between the counter and his body, peppering your face with kisses remnant of the hot chocolate that was once yours. Your hand finds its way to his low back, fingertips grazing over the knit sweater.
The harsh knock on the door startles you both. This is followed by a troubled Kingo shouting, “Let us in! It’s freezing!”
“Oops!” You giggle. Druig sneaks in one more kiss before letting you shuffle towards the door. You swing the door open, greeting everyone. A swift blur lets you know that Makkari has shot right past you and straight towards the fireplace. Snowflakes flurry in the air after her.
“Come on in guys! Welcome!” You squeak, “Please leave your shoes right by the door”
“I hope you heard that Makkari!” Kingo can hardly finish his sentence before there is another brief flash and a pair of boots wobble to a stop on the wooded floor. They file in one by one after the movie star, some shivering more than others.
“There are blankets on the couches and next to the tree,” You tell them in between greetings, “And there is cocoa on the stove.”
You shut the door securely after they all enter, adjusting so that all their shoes are against the wall with your foot.
“Oh, you’re already here?” You hear from the other room. It was Kingo asking the question.
Knowing Druig, he’s probably responded by momentarily raising his brows or with a curt nod.
“Dude, look at these,” Sprite drags Kingo and Ikaris to the wall where all your pictures are hung.
“What the…” Kingo mutters in disbelief, then shrieking, “I missed the wedding?!”
“Wedding?” Ajak looks a tad intrigued, joining the other Eternals at the wall. There are a plethora of photos. Not just the wedding, but the many vacations and triumphs you held. Plenty of candid photos that caught Druig in a softer light that the others didn’t often see.
“That is so much good content for my documentary wasted!” Kingo huffs. Sprite has a look of disbelief on her face.
“Like, when did this all even happen? It hasn’t even been like a thousand years since we last saw each other?”
Phastos grins, placing a gift under the tree. “If you guys paid more attention you would’ve seen it coming.”
You glance to Druig, who is smugly sipping his cocoa and sitting on one of the recliners closest to the fireplace. He throws you a wink. “You’ve lost your chance boys, I beat you to it.”
Sersi grins at you, wiggling her fingers as if to say “show me the ring!”. You girls all gather around, forming a little huddle as you reveal your sparkling ring. Phastos had helped make it. A gorgeous golden band, intricate and delicate, holding a gorgeous pear stone that matched the hue of your husband's eyes. His ring had threads of magic that matched your own. Thena smiles proudly, pulling Gilgamesh closer to look. Ajak turns to you, her fingers pushing a strand of hair from your face.
“I’m so very happy for you.”
“Thank you, Ajak.” You hum, leaning into her touch.
“Alright. Enough of the gossip. I want to try some of this food.” Gilgamesh grumbles, moving towards the kitchen. The room erupts in laughter and everyone but you and Druig crowds into the kitchen to serve themselves dinner.
You offer him a hand which he takes, joining you in standing. Even you can see that the infatuation in his eyes is just as strong as it was the day he first laid eyes on you. “Mine forever?”
“Forever.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, where you can just peek at the message Makkari was signing to you:
“You even have him in the matching Christmas socks? You’ve impressed me!”
You grin at her, leaning into your husband, so very happy that your family surrounds you.
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Looking up through his window the first beams of light coming from the moon are beginning to shine down through the clouds. The cool rain has slowed to a very light sprinkle with a just faint pitter patter falling across his window now. The crickets seem louder but it's a welcome sound to his ears after the thunderous roar of the downpour earlier. He might get to wake up to the sun shining in across his face tomorrow morning and feel the warmth on his skin again. The only warmth he feels right now comes from his blanket, wrapped across and around him. Bringing him deeper into his most intimate and relaxing places - his own bed. He still can't shake the cool daggers of ice grabbing at his feet no matter how hard he tries. It's been like that for as long as he can remember.
And he does know of one way to keep them warm without fail - being wrapped up next to you. Holding your body tight against his skin. Arm draped down your side and across your stomach, feeling your silky smooth skin against his brings true warmth and comfort. The way your legs feel pushed against his and your feet pressed into his. They'll keep him warm for sure, the cozy embrace we share to chase away the vicious cold, filling the air with warmth and inner tranquility.
Bringing his face closer in towards your neck, he soaks in your intoxicating smell. A combination of that new body wash you've tried along with a faint hint of something more - a smell that has always told him you're feeling aroused. It's an almost primal urge when he can pick up that faint smell coming from deep within you. He yearns for it, craves it and needs it as he needs you here next to him.
He relishes in the way your hair brushes against his nose as he moves in closer and gently kisses the back of your neck. As a faint moan escapes your lips, he can feel your body loosen up and relax even more - almost as if you're melting into his arms. He loves the feeling of control, knowing that his actions can decide your mood and have the power to bring you to higher levels of pleasure than you will allow anyone else to. Bringing his hand up, letting his fingers gently ripple up your stomach finding their way to your forearm and snake up towards your neck he gently parts your hair away from your face to expose his favorite part of you - that beautiful spot where your neck and shoulders meet in a smooth embrace.
Planting a kiss onto that amazing patch of skin instantly brings his mind to a new place - one where you and Druig exist freely, away from the problems and issues of the waking world. He feels happy and loved when he’s with you knowing that you feel the same. Your body begins to turn towards him. Your legs still entwined together, you turn your back so you can look into each other's eyes. Those beautiful eyes - the ones he could just drown in forever are his truest weakness. He could never help but fall in love with them each time they locked into his.
"You're looking amazingly beautiful tonight, sweetheart. Shame it's still raining outside." He says before planting a kiss on your collarbone and caressing your chest with his hand as Druig moves it slowly back towards your stomach.
"I guess we'll have to find some other way to entertain ourselves then" you say with a slight shiver in your voice as he kisses back up your shoulder. his lips tracing the way up your neck towards the spot where your jaw meets the neck.
"Mmm, I'm not sure that will be a problem tonight," Druig whispers into your ear before giving you a kiss on the cheek, teasing his way towards your lips. Soft gentle kisses are his favorite. Placing one here and another there as he works his way around your lips. Druig can see the want in your eyes as he slowly moves to give you that kiss you want and then almost pull back at the last moment. He wants to make you yearn for his lips pressed against yours - to heighten your senses and make his touch that much more powerful when he gives in to your body. Slowly kissing your chin and making his way back towards your lips, he begins to place them just on the edge of your lips. He’s not sure he can hold himself back much longer. The velvety skin on your lips is near too much for him - their softness is unsurpassed by any other he’s known before. He needs to taste them. In the ultimate tease, He swiftly and softly runs his tongue across your lips - feeling them gently part ways as he moistens them for you. He can feel the excitement and anticipation reach a tipping point in you and he gives in to it.
Planting his lips against yours, feeling that soft kiss and filling his mouth with your taste, he knows tonight will be one worth remembering for a long time to come.
It's just the way you feel in his arms. The way you touch each other in all the right places without the other needing to tell you what to do. The way you smell and taste. Everything about you is perfect together and perfect for both of you. He makes you his so that you can make him yours.
He can feel you melting into his arms as you kiss and slip into that deep sense of bliss. his lips pressing against yours and your tongues meeting in the middle as your lips part sends chills down his spine and he can feel the goosebumps start to rise up on your arms as he runs his fingers across them. The taste of your sweet lips entering his mouth as his tongue presses in and runs across your teeth - then pushing back and feeling your warm soft tongue pressed against his as he reaches up and licks the roof of your mouth stopping at the back of your teeth. It's such a wonderful sensation for him. So warm and slick, firm yet vulnerable at the same time. The dance of your tongues is more erotic than any dance of the body we've ever had.
Your bodies grow hot with arousal and his hands take on minds of their own. Caressing and exploring your stomach. Gently grabbing and massaging all those perfectly shaped spots along your side. Reaching up and feeling the soft mounds of your breasts, feeling the soft red lace stretched up against your skin. His hands find that sweet spot right in the middle of your chest as he runs his fingers up towards your shoulder giving a gentle squeeze on it. You let out a soft moan as his hands firm up around you and begin their slow descent back towards your breasts. He can see your breathing deepen and your nipples gently poking through with ever more force through the lace that he loves so much on your body. Slowly circles are made surrounding them, moving ever closer to the center of your gorgeous breast and he can see your nipples firm up in an attempt to break free of their restraint and be touched, pulled and squeezed.
His hands moving in closer, gently massaging and squeezing your breasts he can see your chest rise up - pushing them wholly into his hand he gives a firm squeeze. Releasing after a few seconds he traced the outline of your beautifully shaped nipple - now quite firm and longing for his mouth pressed up around it.
Lifting his head up out of the wonderful corner of your neck with one last passionate kiss he bent around so your breasts filled his vision. Your hand rises up and runs through his hair lovingly as he cups your breast and lower his head in towards them. As he let out a slow, deep breath less than an inch away from your skin you can feel the hot air sneaking through your red lace and gracing your skin with a feeling you've earned for all day.
He loves everything about pleasing you. Especially teasing your nipples, and more so pleasing them. The way they perk up as he gently places his lips against your top right over your rock hard nipples and lets loose another slow breath - giving them a little squeeze at the same time. He looks up towards those perfect eyes and sees the sweetest look of pleasure and desire fill them. He also can't help but notice the goosebumps across your chest and want to caress every one of them with his tongue.
Giving your nipple a gentle bite a sharp moan slips through your lips and he knows he’s playing his part well. Moving himself up back towards your face, I cover your chest in soft kisses. Sometimes stopping to pay a bit more attention to one spot and letting his tongue escape from his mouth to give a gentle lick onto that spot - particularly that line where your breasts become your chest again. He has to taste your lips again. Working his way back up, he creeps up your neck towards your ear - giving a gentle nibble or two before he works down your jawline and presses his lips against yours. He can taste the desire on your breath now. That primal urge fills the air and he knows how badly you need him right now - but he’s a man who loves his foreplay. It's incredibly empowering and fun building you up so much to what's getting ready to go down tonight.
And so begins the loss of your clothing. He loves the sight of you in lingerie, but he’s got to get under your skin sometimes and there's only one way to do that. He plants one final kiss on your lips and begins making a line of kisses down your chin to your neck and further down your chest as his hands reach up and gently pull back the straps on your top. The way your top has loosened up now allows him to grab a hold of it in his teeth and little by little pull it down - placing a tender kiss behind each inch of freshly exposed skin.
"God I love when you take your time, you know just how to get me going in all the right ways, no one else has even had me so aroused," you whisper to him with a few soft moans in between words.
His mouth is full but he manages to let out an "Mmm" of acknowledgement as his tongue begins to circle your nipple like a shark following its next meal. Gently running his tongue along that beautiful line where your breast becomes the nipple as he watches it pucker up and reach out for his warm mouth around it. He needs to fill his mouth with you now and with one slight of tongue you are surrounded by him. his lips provide a seal for him to give you a gentle suck as his tongue runs circles around your beautiful nipple. He can feel it growing even firmer and he pulls back - taking it gently in his teeth for a couple seconds before letting it go. He could stay like this for hours. The thrill of bringing you to new heights of arousal would never let him grow tired of this.
Yet his hands can't help but wonder as he brings some much needed attention to your perfect breasts. They've been massaging your chest and arms but have begun to slowly wander down. Running down your sides and across your stomach just a little bit lower each time - but never too low. He’s not giving himself away that easily tonight.
They work their way out towards your sides, reaching your hips and feeling the strong, womanly bones within. He gives a firm squeeze, feeling the way they expand outward and grow away from your waist. Your beautiful ass is pushed slightly out from the position you are laying in and the extra skin feels wonderful in his hands as he hooks his thumb into the side of your lace thong and peels it out from your sides - watching the way it slightly tightens around your velvety mound.
His mouth is beginning to catch up with his hands now - kissing a soft path down from your chest and across your stomach. He loves attention to detail and takes his time exploring your stomach with his tongue. Some kisses right in the middle, others moving out towards the sides, others finding their place in all the areas in between and of course a couple right on your belly button. His hands massaging your hips and moving slowly through and into your thighs - feeling them fill his hands and working all the tension right on out of them.
With a gentle hand running through your inner thighs now and again your moans are beginning to grow from deeper within - filling his head with all sorts of amazing feelings and that feeling of power begins to take over again as your legs gently spread as if guided by an unseen hand begging for his touch between them.
His lips are right on the hem of your thong, feeling that soft red lace on his lips and the smell of you filling his nose. It's like being on a high no drug could ever give, pure & natural - yet addicting. He thinks about how addicted he is to you and revels in the thought of you feeling the same for him.
The drug that is you begins to take over and he finds your legs spreading to accommodate him moving down ever more. Finding the soft, smooth skin of your inner thighs leaves his mouth in a state of bliss - kissing and licking them up and down. Starting by your knees just working his way in, two steps forward and one back. Enjoying every inch of your legs thoroughly, massaging them with his hands as he moves along.
It is only then that he notices what he’s done to you. Looking forward towards you, Druig noticed the glistening spot in between your legs showing through your beautiful folds of love. That's one of his favorite things about your lace lingerie - the way he can almost see right through it yet still has much left to his imagination. Yet there was no mistaking this - your sweet nectar has begun to seep out through your smooth lips and right through the thong. The stirring deep within his crotch has reached an all-time high. He can feel his own juices beginning to seep out and soak into his boxers.
The sight of you is overpowering him and he leans in to smell you up close. His hands glide in across your thighs and stop to rest in that spot where your inner thigh ends and transitions into the lips of your graceful womanhood. His thumbs begin to gently work that spot with gradual intensity as he breathes in deeply. Intoxicated by your scent he feels lightheaded and dizzy for a moment as he catches his breath.
Looking up into your eyes he can feel you begging for his tongue against you without a word coming from your lips. "Those beautiful eyes of yours, I'd do anything to please them," he says, leaving you nothing to do except smile- even though your skin is flushed, he can see your lips spread. He lets out another breath towards the center of your love; the only thing separating it from his mouth now is that beautifully soaked lace you wear. Almost instantly your face is flushed again as all the blood in your head rushes back into your crotch and a deep, satisfying moan leaves your mouth - chest rising and back arching slightly.
As they work on your thighs, slowly inward his hands can feel just how much you've loosened up. Your body is like molten wax, ready to be molded into his own creation. His hand reaches up onto your beautiful mound, feeling it's warm and the heat emanating from deep within your body. He gives you a gentle squeeze loving the way the lace tightens up against your skin. He can almost see your wetness soak through even more as he does this and is enthralled by just how hot he’s gotten you.
Kissing your mound all up and down through the lace is a wonderful sensation that he can't get enough of. Each breath he lets out warms you even more and he can hear your breathing quicken as he moves down again. Kissing your lips and getting a taste of your sweet nectar on his is amazing. Such a sweet taste resting on his lips, he gives them a lick and is amazed by the way a string of it connects him to you when he pulls away.
He needs to taste you, unobstructed. his hand gently pulls back on your thong, exposing your smooth lips in all their glory. Marveling at the sight, your lips filled with a rosy hue, glistening with all the tension he’s filled out with. He moves in and pursues his lips blowing a cool jet of air across them - watching you shiver and tremble before him.
Taking one last look at what he’s done to you he moves forward into you. Gently kissing the outermost folds of your lips, licking and caressing your most intimate parts. The sweet taste of you is all over and he can feel your juices dripping out and onto his chin - He’s holding back as long as he can before he goes for the real prize.
Your moans are now almost constant, each kiss and lick sends another out from deep within you as his hands continue massaging your hips - slowly working up towards your stomach where they can feel your quickened breathing as your body trembles all under the work of his tongue.
He pulls back and notices the way your lips have spread themselves for him, exposing your swollen clit begging for the embrace of his mouth against it. He’s found it hard to hold back anymore when exposed to such an erotic sight and he moves right back in. Just a little closer this time, using his tongue to spread your juices across your lips. Ensuring they're as completely soaked as his chin has become from you.
Your clit brushes up against his cheek and he can feel a burning warmth within it as he slowly licks just along the shroud of skin which protects and covers it.
"Oh his god, please don't make me wait any longer, I don't think I can take anymore," are the words which fill his ears. He can hear the desperation in your voice which instantly turns to pleasure as his tongue makes a quick look around your clit and he gives it a series of soft kisses. These kisses continued to deepen as he slowly engulfed the tip of your loving core in his mouth. With lips locked around it, he gives a good suck and feels your clit swelling even more as it's pulled deep into his mouth. his tongue running across it, then around in circles and back across it as a deep moan is freed from you and your entire body shudders with delight.
Such a sensitive clit can only take so much at one time now so he change his focus back to your labia. Gently pulling on them and nibbling them gently with his lips pulled back over his teeth. A single hand making its way back from your stomach and towards the inside of your thighs - gently massaging and rubbing on them - working closer towards their end. Finding your clit like it was a part of his own body and gently rubbing it in circles as his tongue reaches inside, parting your folds and exposing that beautiful hole in between. It fills with your wetness in such a way that it looks like it was meant only for him.
He gently push his tongue in towards the epicenter of this sweet torture. He can feel your muscles grabbing at his tongue as he dances around the outskirts of your love tunnel - trying to pull at him, bring him in deeper. The thick feel to your wetness on his tongue is like no other he’s ever experienced, even with you. He’s not sure he’s ever seen you this aroused. If he were to pull his head back, He’s sure he'd see you dripping out and onto your bed.
As his tongue continues reaching further inside you, he can feel the tender folds of your insides around him. Quivering and spasming as he continues to rhythmically circle your clit with soaking wet fingers.
Switching off now, he knows you can take his tongue right against your clit again. In one smooth, slow motion he pulls his tongue from within you up and across your lips and onto your clit - taking as much of your sweet nectar with him as he can. His fingers are now feeling and exploring your sweet insides.
Paying the utmost attention to your breathing and moaning, he times the strokes of his tongue to match up with your body - bringing you more in sync than before - and bringing you up to that special edge where he tries to keep you for as long as possible.
As another sharp moan lets loose - this one from even deeper within than before - he can feel a slow rhythmic contraction begin to fill your insides. Your hands reach down and pull his head in closer, running through his hair and filling him with a desire to satisfy you in every way he can. He looks up and your eyes lock for a moment as you beg him, "Please let me cum for you"
My fingers instinctively reach deeper, curving slightly around and feeling you stretch with his entry. Keeping the same motions against your clit with his tongue, he slows down a little - just enough to keep you riding that wave of pleasure and ecstasy. He sends a free hand up towards those beautiful breasts of yours again, running his fingers up your stomach along the way. Another spasm erupts through your body just as he brushes past your nipple before slowly moving back on to them - grabbing one and giving it a nice tight pinch as he moves onto the other.
The spasms running through your body are becoming more powerful and frequent now. He’s not going to be able to hold you back much longer without flat out denying you of this orgasm. Under other circumstances he might do just that, but he feels like you've earned this one. You've played nice together and you could use some release after a night like this one.
Your body arches forward again as you prop yourself up on your elbows. The sight is an amazing one to see. Your body fully exposed to him - all for his own taking. The way your breasts perk out from your chest is enough to almost send him over the edge by themselves.
He pulls his finger out of you and is greeted by a steady gush of fluid from within you. All the dripping from you, held back by his finger is free to flow now. He moves his head down in an attempt to lap it all up, but with so much of it flowing out there's no chance he'll get it all. He pulls his head back to watch a stream of it slowly running out of you and down through your ass. The thickness of it, it's color and most of all its taste just keep turning him on more than he would have thought possible. And to think, his cock hasn't even been brought out yet.
His hand is soaked and he wants you to taste just how sweet you really are. Burying his face back inside of you again he reaches his hand up towards your lips. He gently runs them across your lips before you spread them open and begin to suck your juices right off of him. Your moans tell him you are surely enjoying your own taste - you wonder how many times you've tasted yourself before when he’s not around. When you're missing his touch and try to imagine him there with you - fingering and rubbing yourself into a hot, wet frenzy just to keep your mind straight when he’s not around.
His tongue continues to explore your folds of velvety soft lips as he feels your body slowly tensing up again. You've fallen into an almost constant moan with his fingers still in your mouth. Feeling what you can do to his fingers is leaving an almost un-ignorable heat in between his legs. He can feel the precum leaking out of him and down his rock hard member. He can feel his ball tightening up in his boxers, pulling themselves tight against his shift. Bringing you this far is one of his biggest turn ons, Druig seems to get off more on bringing someone he cares for pleasure than receiving it.
As your legs wrap themselves around his neck - he feels trapped in the best possible way. He could stay there the rest of his life and never have another care in the world if he had his way. He brings his hands down and wraps them around your back. Pulling you in closer. Pulling your rocking hips closer. The two of you stuck together in the hot, sexy embrace that only true lovers will know.
A sharp yelp bursts out from you and he knows your time is near. He runs his hands across your back, holding you as close as he can for this moment of true release for you. Your hands are running through his hair, tugging and pulling on it. Needing something, anything to grab on to. He can feel the muscles all through your body slowly growing more and more tense.
"I'm going to come, don't stop!" you roll off your lips with a whimper as you tighten up hard and seem to freeze up.
He can feel it through him. Through his arms holding you close, through your legs pulling him in, through his tongue driven deep in between your folds of love and sensuality. Every muscle in your body begins a deep rhythmic spasm as the tension gushes out of your body with a slow deep and most of all, loud moan. It's that perfect kind of orgasm - just slowly and intensely coming forward. You know it's coming but it still always takes you by surprise, always takes your breath away and always leaves you satisfied in the most complete way.
He can feel your hot nectar from deep within you gushing out, draining into his mouth, across his cheeks, down your legs and into the already growing wet spot beneath you. his tongue can feel your beautiful cave spasming around it. Your muscles are incredibly strong and they grabbed his tongue so hard he thought he might never get it back! Each spasm pushing more of your juices into his mouth from deep within you - everything he’s worked up in you is all coming out for him now and he’s mesmerized by the taste, look and most of all the smell of it. That deep primal urge coming out in you - pouring out into his mouth from deep within you. He can never get enough of it.
For a while, it seemed like each spasm and contraction just grew stronger and longer - building upon themselves like a temple to their God. If he had tried to count them he surely would have lost his count - it was way too beautiful of a moment of a moment to even consider the thought. The only thing left to do was to ride out your wave of an orgasm and help you down from it as you come back to reality.
The pulsations continued for a while. Slowly making their way down in intensity - the first ones were hard, fast and tight. Gradually loosening up until it was almost a steady stream of pulsations coming from inside of your hot, wet folds and travelling to the furthest reaches of your body.
Every touch he made sent more of them shooting through you, the look on your face was one of pure pleasure and sensory overload. He could make you come again and again - but he feels you might need a breather first.
Still gently lapping up all of your sweet nectar into his mouth he followed the suit of your spasms - gradually lessening to match the rhythm of your body. For the first time in, he’s not sure how long your grip began to loosen and your body began to feel like it had gone limp. His arms around your back seemed like all that was holding you up anymore.
As he looked up from his perch within your legs he noticed the fine bead of sweat covering your entire body, goosebumps across every inch of your skin and the most satisfied look he’s ever seen on your face. Barely able to open your eyes, you opened your mouth but no words could come out. With one arm firmly holding you up he reached up with the other hand and placed a finger over your lips letting you know he understands everything you feel right now.
Helping you lay back down and standing up to admire his beautiful woman and what he’s done to her one last time he felt an immense sense of accomplishment and pride rush through him.
"We'll have to continue this tomorrow, you're all tired out for now," he whispered into your ear as he watched the most beautiful smile he’s seen in a long time grace your face and you simply nod in agreement.
He takes his place in bed and lays down next to you, scooting up close next to you and wrapping his arms back around you. He can still feel a slight shiver run through your body as he brushes your hair back and gives you a kiss on the cheek followed by another several more across the back of your neck. Settled back in together you feel more together than ever, connected on much more than a physical level. Nothing could compare to this moment. You'll both be getting a wonderful night of sleep. Thoughts of what tomorrow may bring run through his mind - and as if you could read his thoughts a slight giggle escapes you as he watches a little smirk appear on your lips.
One last kiss goodnight as he whispers softly in your ear, "Sleep tight and have nothing but the sweetest dreams - Goodnight beautiful."
Hey um I’m literally craving some Druig smut Rn and was wondering if you could write something with Druig x a shy fem reader. Like Idek she is just all nervous and he’s all confident and cocky and just loves to tease her just to watch her face go all red-
Thank you so much ☺️☺️
All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.
Druig x Eternals Reader (Shy around Druig)
Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Male Performing Oral, Praise Kink (both), Begging Kink (?), Slight Cocky Druig, Cum kink (?)
A/n: Not heaps of plot, mainly smut. I hope you enjoy this! I really like writing for Druig..
Please note, there are no spoilers in this! Use of characters only, no link to movie.
Something Special - Smut18+
I love you - Smut18+
Druig always had a suave about him.
For thousands of years he found it funny to tease me, his little lingering touches, side smirks and fast winks, they always had my head cloudy and stomach erupt with butterflies.
“Bet you wish you could use your power on me huh.” I roll my eyes at Ikaris, training beside him was never a favourite task of mine.
“Who says she hasn’t?”
I feel my heartbeat pick up at Druig’s comment, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against a nearby wall.
Ikaris chuckles, his eyes wandering over me, studying me almost.
“Doesn’t power absorption drain the recipient?” I flick my eyes over to Druig, a sly smirk on his lips. “If anything, Y/n makes me feel more empowered.”
“You can be a real dick Ikaris.” I spit, the taller man chuckling.
“You have a point Ikaris, but who said she’s using your power?”
Ikaris scoffs, shaking his head. What a cocky motherfuck.
I feel Druig’s body behind me, his warm breath fanning my neck, instantly causing goosebumps to liter my skin.
“Take my hand.”
My eyes flick down to his hand, his pinky softly brushing against my wrist. I look over my shoulder, the closeness of Druig causing both butterflies and arousal to pool between my thighs. Fuck, he smells so good.
Druig nods softly, encouraging me as I take his hand in mine, a small spark of purple light flicking between our palms.
“Get him to leave us alone, let everyone know you finally beat him in training.”
Druig’s free hand holds my hip, pulling my body against his more, the warmth of his chest radiating over my back, his cheek pressed to the side of my head, his whispered words causing shocks of electricity to flow up my spine.
“You’ve got this.”
His encouragement is all I need as Ikaris looks over at us.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“Actually Ikaris, you are.” I lace my fingers with Druig, a shudder racking my body as I absorb part of Druig’s power.
“Leave us Ikaris, don’t forget who you lost to today.” Ikaris's eyes glow a warm yellow before returning back to normal. Ikaris nods his head at the both of us before walking out of the room.
“Oh Ikaris.” Druig spins out of our embrace, his hand leaving mine. “Lock the door behind you.”
Ikaris turns, locking the door and pulling it closed as I feel heat filling my cheeks. The gym suddenly feels smaller than normal, my eyes fixated on Druig, a proud smirk on his face.
“Controlling the powerful Ikaris.” Druig chuckles closing the small gap between us, his hand brushing against my cheek. I feel my breathing become ragged, my heart hammering in my chest. “Only you can do that.”
My breath hitches slightly, his words causing a soft smile to dance across my lips. My eyes darted away from him.
“Why do I make you nervous darling?”
I open and close my mouth, no words forming as I try and think of something to say, anything. C’mon Y/n. You’re an eternal for fuck sake.
Druig chuckles, his lips brushing against my cheek before whispering.
“You make me nervous as well.”
He pulls back slightly, our eyes locking together, his roaming my face before flicking from my lips to my eyes.
I stand on my tippy toes, Druig’s hands instantly falling to my hips, pulling me against his chest, our foreheads pressing against each other. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him down to me as the gap closes between us, our lips falling together in perfect sync.
His grip on my hips tighten as my tongue slips past his lips, swirling against his, my fingers raking through his hair.
Druig pulls away from our kiss, both of our chests raising and falling, his cheeks flushed and my filled with blush.
“Three thousand years.”
My eyebrows knit together in confusion as our eyes meet.
“I’ve waited three thousand years to kiss you.”
A burst of happiness panges my heart.
“Let’s not waste another second.” I smirk, pulling him closer to me by his leather jacket, our lips falling together once again, a soft moan leaving his lips.
His hands move down to my thighs, picking me up as I wrap my legs around his torso.
Our tongues fight against each other, his fingertips caressing the globes of my ass through my shorts.
Druig places me down on the gym’s bathroom sink. The cold bench caused a hiss to escape me.
He pulls away from me again, his eyes roaming over my body. A confidence surges through me as I pull my shirt from my skin, quickly unclasping my bra. Druig licks his lips, smirking as he slowly drags his fingers up my body, my eyes staying locked with his.
His hand gently cups my boobs, his lips parting before his face is buried in my cleavage, his mouth trailing kisses across each one, his tongue flicking over my nipples.
“Shit.” I gasp, his eyes flicking up to mine, his teeth pulling on my hard nipple.
Druig sucks hickies into my skin, swirling his tongue around each spot to soothe the pain.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I smile at his words, my mind still trying to figure out if this is really happening, after all this time.
His fingers loop in the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down my legs in one swift motion, his fingertips tracing my clothed core. A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest, his free hand tilting my head up to look into his eyes.
“Darling, who made you this wet?”
I whimper, wiggling my hips into his touch.
“Tell me darling.”
“Druig, you did.”
His eyes darken as his name passes my lips in a breathless moan.
“Mmm, say that again.”
His fingers press against my clit, the roughness of the lace brushing against my damp core.
His proud smile sends arousal straight to my pussy, my clit throbbing against his finger before he slips past my panties, circling his finger around.
“Please” My plea causes a soft chuckle to leave his lips, his fingers sliding into me with ease as I gasp.
“Let me take my time darling, we’ve waited too long for me to rush.”
I nod in response, not trusting my voice or brain to form any words. Druig smiles, looking down at his fingers disappearing into my slick pussy, a low moan passing his lips.
My walls clench around him at the praise, his tongue clicking in response.
“Does my girl have a praise kink?”
My cheeks fill with blush again, a sly smirk on his face.
“You’re my good girl, aren't you baby?”
My walls flutter, a gush of wetness flowing through me.
Druig hums in response, his lips locking with mine, his other hand falling behind my neck as his fingers pump in and out of me. My chorus of moans becoming muffled by his lips, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit.
“Oh fuck.” I tilt my head back, his lips trailing down my neck, kissing his way down my body.
He keeps his fingers inside of me, his kisses trailing up and down my thighs, inches away from my dripping pussy each time.
“Say it love, tell me what you need.”
He scoffs, shaking his head, his fingers pressing against my g-spot.
“More than that darling.”
“Fuck me, eat me, do something.”
“Needy little thing aren’t you.”
I groan in frustration, thrusting my hips up wanting his fingers to continue their pace. His tongue slips past my folds, my fingers instantly lacing in his hair, tugging on the strands as he laps my clit. His moan sends soft vibrations around my skin, his fingers slowly pulling out of me before sliding back in, his tongue swirling in different directions on my clit.
I feel his smile against my pussy, his pace picking up as electricity sparks though my legs. His free hand holds my hips down against the bench, completely devouring me as I feel my release build with every flick of his tongue and stroke of his fingers.
“I’m cumming.” Druig sucks my clit completely throwing me over the edge, my fingers pulling his hair as he groans loud. He sits back, looking over my body while sucking his fingers clean, butterflies completely taking over my stomach, my legs shaking with aftershocks from my orgasm.
“Look at you, all mine.”
Druig licks his lips, a smile dancing across his face.
Druig chuckles, slowly undoing his belt and slipping out of his clothes.
“Anything for you.”
His cock springs free, my lips parting as I take in the man before me, the man who’s taken over all of my dreams, the man who I have waited years for.
Druig looks at me raising his eyebrow, silently asking for permission as I nod.
His lips brush against mine, his cock running up and down my slit, collecting my wetness. Both of us moan loud as he slides inside of me, my walls fluttering around him, his cock twitching inside of me.
“Made for me.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing down his neck as I mark his skin. My nails dig into his shoulder blades when his hips start moving, his cock sliding in and out of me.
Druig hisses, his face buried in crock of my neck, “Fuck, so tight.”
“So big.” My praise causes his cock to twitch inside of me again, a small smirk on my lips I pick up on his praise kink.
His cock slips in and out of me with perfect rhythm, our lips finding each other again, his hands roaming my body.
“You feel so good.”
My eyes roll back slightly, his cock massaging my walls perfectly, hitting every spot exactly where I need him.
I place my hand on his cheek, our eyes locking together.
“Druig, fuck.” I moan, biting my lip as he holds my leg up, hooking his arm under to get a deeper angle.
“Y/n, baby, fuck.”
My walls flutter around him, his pace picking up.
“Just like that, fill my pussy Druig, please.”
Druig moans loud, his head tilting back, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut. His fingertips dig into my skin as my eyes roll back, the feeling of both of us reaching our peaks washing over me, the warmth of his release filling me.
Druig stays buried inside of me for a few seconds, both of us savouring the feeling as he quickly pecks my lips.
“I hope to do that again sometime.”
I roll my eyes at him, playful shoving him before grabbing my clothes and getting changed.
“Let me know when and where.” I wink as he shakes his head smiling, his hands falling to my waist as he kisses me softly, lingering on my lips. I go in for another kiss before Ajak’s voice booms through the Domo.
“Y/n! Druig! What have I said about using each other’s powers on Ikaris!”
Druig grabs my hand, pulling me behind him as we run away from a furious Ikaris and disappointed Ajak.
warnings: maybe some mild spoilers for the eternals (i really don’t think i actually have any spoilers, but i just want to be safe), a timeline that’s all over the place because i’m mixing the comics and mcu dates
a/n: so… ya girl watched the eternals last night… and yes, druig and makkari did basically grab me by the throat. They’ve probably become the sole reason im reviving my actual writing on this tumblr, so any of yall who want makkari and/or druig fics, feel free to send them in <3
The first time you meet Druig, you would hardly call yourself beautiful.
That isn’t to say you don’t deem yourself attractive, of course - it’s just that there’s a dismembered Deviant lying at your feet, and you suspect that maybe some of the blood and gore extended beyond the lower half of your armor. So one can imagine your surprise when the train of your thoughts in the aftermath of the battle are interjected by a low, “Hello, beautiful one.”
You turn around.
If you were a poet, perhaps this would be the moment to inspire your works for the centuries to come. The moment you lock eyes with the man in red and black standing across the field, the way his lips tilt upwards when he knows you’ve seen him, the startled laugh that escapes you when the words beautiful one register.
But you are not a poet. You are simply an Asgardian - and he is Druig, the Eternal.
You hadn’t seen him during the battle, but from you know of the Eternals (admittedly, not too much), you understand that it doesn’t diminish his strengths towards the group. Five fighters, five thinkers is a mantra often heard amongst them.
“You are Druig,” you say, stepping over what you think used to be a Deviant arm.
“You know me.” By now, his smile has settled into more of a… smirk. Mischievous. Teasing. Amused? Either way, it holds until you are within a breadth of him and your weapon is sheathed at your side. “But I don’t know you,” he continues, and then there it is again. “Beautiful one. You came with the Asgardian king?”
By now, you understand that your king is already making himself known to the matriarch of the Eternals herself. In a way, the woman reminded you of your queen, raised and borne of witches, warm as the sun but cunning as a snake.
“I did,” you confirm. When you tell him your name, you find yourself revelling in the way it feels in the air between the two of you as he says it - the way the syllables roll off his tongue.
Beautiful, beautiful one.
The second time you encounter Druig, he presents you with one of Idunn’s golden apples. To this day, you still have no idea how he acquired such a thing, although you suspect it may have something to do with the friendship he’d been able to maintain with Loki over the centuries.
“Hello, beautiful one.” This time, you don’t startle at the sound of his voice - although it is much closer than the first time, spoken at a low murmur right by your ear that you can still hear clear as day, even with all the revelries taking place in the tavern you’re both in. You turn your head just slightly and there he is.
“Hello, Druig.” This time, you’re out of your armor, and he dons local-wear in shades of black and grey fitting him in a way that does make your mouth run dry for a moment. You still indulge him in the best smile that you can, even as you take a sip from the mug of ale beside you. “How kind it is for an Eternal to grace a mere warrior with his presence.” It’s all in good jest. It always is.
He tuts anyway, reaching into his robes for… something, even as his eyes never leave your face. “I think we’ll have none of that now. Besides, I hear you’re moving up in the world, babysitting that prince of yours.” When you dig an elbow into his side for that comment, he only laughs again. “Guarding,” he corrects.
“That’s more like it,” you affirm, stopping to raise your mug as Thor makes another rambunctious announcement for cheers. Teenagers. By the time you’re back to focusing on Druig, the hand that had been withdrawn into his robes is back out, presenting you with a perfectly round, perfectly golden, apple. The startled laugh that you let out isn’t unlike the one you’d given him during your first meeting, and you accept the offer with a slightly reserved glee. “And how did you acquire this?” you ask him, admiring the apple in your eye and pressing your lips to it before taking a bite.
“Does it make me the apple of your eye?” The one-liner is enough to get you to choke on the apple for a moment, and Druig graciously allows you the dignity of a recovery before he continues. “It is said that those apples are the source of the Asgardians’ immortal youth and beauty. Is that true?”
You quirk an eyebrow at him as you take another bite, humming contemplatively. “Is this your way of saying you’d like me to be more beautiful?”
“Oh, beautiful one, never.” He even puts a hand over where his heart would be. “I don’t think I could handle that.”
“Mmm. That wasn’t a bad save on your end, Druig.” You catch the way his gaze flickers from the apple, then to your lips. You hold the apple out to him. “Would you like to try a bite, then?”
When he doesn’t say anything, you shake it lightly in front of his face. “This isn’t an offer made lightly.” it’s enough to break him out of his trance, because he smirks again and settles into his seat more comfortably, giving you a slight nod but grasping your wrist when you try to hold the apple out to him.
That’s not how I want to taste it.
It’s the first time you hear him in your head - and really, you shouldn’t be so startled. It’s not as if you don’t know the things he can do, haven’t seen him bring human conflicts to a standstill with a mere thought. And you can feel him in your head, too, sometimes, never prodding, never prying, just… there.
You like it, you think.
So does he.
Before he can close the distance between the two of you - before you can invite him to bridge the gap, you hear Thor call your name with a raucous laugh, mug raised to the heavens, inviting with a “Come drink with us!”
To Druig, you offer a shrug and an impish grin of your own, rising from your seat and offering him a bow as you make to leave. “Duty calls, then.” Rather than look upset, he just plucks the apple from your hands, eyes never leaving yours while he takes a generous bite.
Then one of the Warriors Three has you by the arm, the same time that you see one of the other Eternals bids Druig to rise - Kingo, you recognize, and he says something to Druig that has him scowling and shrugging his grip off as his cheeks redden slightly.
You feel his gaze on you for the rest of the night.
By now, this isn’t even the third encounter you’ve had with Druig - not even the fourth, the fifth, even the hundredth. You lose track by now, centuries blurring together. Centuries of Heimdall keeping a watchful eye out, telling you where Druig has landed himself, where to go when he opens the Bifrost for you. Centuries of meetings (hardly clandestine) as Thor distracts his father from the fact that his loyal bodyguard is almost nowhere in sight, of Loki conjuring mirages of you that get better by the decade, of Lady Sif and her Warriors Three making false alibis for you, of your queen giving you a knowing look whenever she passes you by.
You know how you must look, trekking through the Amazon rainforest and into the now-familiar encampment. You pay no heed to the stares that some of the men and women pin you with as you pass, don’t think twice about the golden glow in their eyes that flashes and passes.
When you reach the building at the opposite end of the encampment, you don;t even enter. Part of you isn’t even sure you have the energy to open the doors, so you just settle at the foot of the wooden doors and lean against one.
The door to your left opens not a minute later, and in your peripheral vision, you see Druig standing there, clad in dark pants and a sleeveless grey top. He crouches next to you, bumping his shoulder against yours affectionately, and you pretend like that will be enough to make you keel over, swaying to the side in a dramatic motion.
“Oh, stop that.” When he steadies you, there’s no real bite to it. “And not even a hello for me, beautiful one?” You sigh, as though burdened greatly.
“Hello.” He presses his forehead against yours and you smile a smile that feels more real than anything you’ve mustered over the past few days. You feel him squeeze your arm, and you don’t tense, but when his hand goes over a fresh injury over your ribs that has not healed, it earns him a loud “ow” and a slap to the shoulder. “You’re a fiend,” you start.
“You’ve been in battle,” he says, and truly, your lover is brilliant. Astounding. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”
“Only in my heart,” you jest, and it partially works because you see his lips quirk up before he settles back in a more serious expression. He waits for you to continue, and he doesn’t even need to use his abilities to know that there is more on your mind that you want to say. “We lost,” you begin to say, and his eyebrows shoot up, because he knows you and you never lose a battle. There have been so many fights to be fought, and none to lose.
“The Dark Elves,” you manage to continue, and the two words sit heavy in your throat, like they’re trying to choke you before you can finish what you want to say. “Queen Frigga was killed. So was Prince Loki.” And despite what your king says, despite the terrible things Loki did, he was still a prince of Asgard. From children to adolescence and to adulthood, you’d watched them both grow, sometimes alongside Druig, sometimes not.
Druig, who doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t offer words of empty comfort, who can feel what you feel in this moment, who looks at you now the way he looks at his humans sometimes - worried for them, wanting to interfere, wanting to keep them safe. So you press a hand to his cheek, opening your mind and heart to him, smiling as he leans into your touch.
I’ll be okay.
You will mourn. You will move forward. He, too, knows this.
You feel Druig before you see him. You know his touch in your mind - have known it for eons, could feel and recognize it across the span of time and space.
My beautiful, beautiful lover.
The words are whispered into the embrace of your mind, softly becoming you to turn and look. You do so, only after you’ve set the crate of harvested and fished goods on the trunk of Valkyrie’s truck. The sight of Druig standing at the end of the pier, the ocean wind and spray whipping strands of his hair out of his face, has you holding your arms out for him.
You laugh when he reaches you and he pulls you into an embrace, one that literally sweeps you off your feet. “Beautiful one,” he says, and you can hear the laughter in his voice as he presses a kiss to the side of your head. “Did you miss me?”
“Did you miss me?” you counter, pulling back just enough that you’re able to get a look at his face. Eight years apart should be inconsequential to the two of you, who are fated to live for millennia, but it feels like an eternity of a lifetime. “I didn’t know you could venture out of that forest of yours, beautiful Druig.”
“Only for you,” he says, always quick with a retort. Witty or otherwise. “I even had to pack a jacket.”
“Yes, you did,” you agree, finally taking note of the studded black leather that he dons. Running a hand over one of the studs has you shooting him a very amused look, and he retaliates with a tug to the knitted sleeve of your new sweater.
“I see that you’ve taken up the fisherman chic. Is that the fashion of New Asgard? I’ll be sure to dress more appropriately for the occasion next time.”
“Cheeky.” You’re only partially aware to the knowing look that Valkyrie gives the two of you before she is driving back to town, the two of you left to privacy. “Come on, you,” you add, linking your arm with his as you begin to lead him away from the water and up to one of the hills overlooking the town.
“How is Thor?” he asks you, and though it’s been many years since you were called to the duty of watching over the prince - no, now the king - of Asgard, your heart aches for the boy you watched grow into the man of loss you know today.
“Not the same,” you tell Druig, your footsteps coming to a stop as he moves himself in front of you, facing you. He keeps your hand clasped in his as he moves it over his chest, and you can feel the beat of his heart even through the jacket he wears. “He lost - we lost - nothing is the same.”
It’s hard to put into words, you think. You think of the person you were when you first met Druig, think of the naivety of that youth. You wonder what it is like for him now, to see the edges of that person chipped and worn away, eroded by the winds of love and loss.
When he brushes a strand of your hair out of your eyes, when he presses his forehead against yours, you feel some of those broken edges start to knit together again.
I should have been there.
I’m sorry I’m rooted to Earth.
“You’re here now,” your murmur, your eyes still closed. “You’re always here when I need you.” For that, he presses a kiss to your forehead before stepping back. He makes sure not to let go of your hand.
“I have something for you, you know.” His other hand is already reaching into his pocket.
“Should I be worried?” you ask, only in slight jest. “Your gifts are wonderful, really, but you do like to play things on the mischievous side-” Your words die in your throat when you see the golden apple he produces for you, glittering in the sun that’s starting to break through the clouds. “Oh. Oh, Druig.”
“You won’t demand the ways I acquired it for you?”
“You’d just evade the question - oh, Druig.” As he presses it into your palm, you have to breathe in sharply and blink back the stinging in your eyes. He shrugs a little, trying to play it nonchalant, even as you have to press your face into his shoulder so you can compose yourself without looking at him.
“People on Earth like to do this with a ring,” he says, suddenly, voice slightly louder to be heard above the wind. “A gold on. I thought-” you feel him shift his weight, and you squeeze his arm to steady him. “I thought this would be better.”
“Do you have a question you must ask of me?” Finally, you lift your head to look at him. “Beautiful Druig.”
“You’re the beautiful one,” is his automatic response, and the word, the endearment, has always been so natural. On the battleground. In a tavern. The past, and the present. This gift that he’s given you.
He is Druig, the Eternal. And he calls you beautiful, because he loves you.
Summary: You come to Druig with a question. He’s curious. You guys find some answers. Not the ones you intended though.
NSFW!! smut okayyy
‘Oh fuck, Druig’
He hears your voice calling out to him breathily in his dream, and then clearer in reality.
He groans, lifting only his upper body from the bed in a stretch; and he has to hide his smile when he catches your eyes lingering on his shirtless form.
Even if he had caught you ogling a bit, you still had the upper hand. He was the one half hard just from fucking dreaming about your voice.
“Y/N, what could of possibly made it necessary for you to wake me up this early?” He drawls, glancing out his bedroom window and noticing the sky was still dark. “Or is it late?” He questions, eyes studying your face.
It was dim in his room, a candle lit on his nightstand. You must have lit it before you woke him. He felt drunk on the sight of you. You looked stunning in the candlelight. Your hair was a bit messy, and you were clad in nothing but a short silk night gown. Which surprised him, because you didn’t afford yourself many luxuries. Though you deserved them.
Now, despite how tired he was; he was intrigued.
What had brought you to his room, clearly straight from your own slumber.
“I needed to ask you something” your quiet voice answers, eyes meeting his. The two of you hold eye contact as he sits up against the pillows, your eyes drifting downwards for a moment when the sheet falls to gather around his waist.
When you break eye contact he takes the chance to study your frame as well, and fuck, he could do it all day. If perfection took form, it’d be you he thinks.
The way your pretty fingers reached to grab the strap of your night gown when it slipped down your smooth arm.
The air catches in his throat as his gaze travels down the nape of your neck. And his semi hard cock twitches against the sheets when he sees the swell of your breasts, rising and falling with each breathe you took. Nipples hard, pressed tightly against the thin fabric.
He closes his eyes and clears his throat before opening them again. This time to look at your face.
Your arms were now crossed over your body and fear ran through Druig, certain that you’d caught him.
Instead you give him a small smile, brushing your hands over your forearms.
“Why do you keep it so cold in here, Druig?” You ask with a fake pout and he can’t help but to sigh in relief.
“Do you want to get under the covers?” He offers, and you jump at the invitation.
Obviously after 7,000 years of companionship the two of you, and all of you, were extremely close. But why had you come to see him tonight? Why were you so eager to join him, literally in bed?
“I had a bad night, I was waiting for you to invite me for a cuddle” you giggle, making yourself comfortable beside him.
Druig grins as he looks at you, both of you now propped on your sides to face each other. He feels a twinge of guilt for his filthy thoughts, you just wanted to spend quality time with a good friend.
“So, tell me about your night? What was so bad love?” He asks and the nickname catches you off-guard. You body heats up, and not just from being under the blanket now.
“I don’t know, I just couldn’t sleep. I felt restless. And you…you always make me feel calm; at peace” you shrug and Druig is stunned into momentary silence at your sweet confession.
You are my peace. He wants to say back.
“I’m glad you came…” he trails off, hand reaching to push a few stray strands of hair out of your face. He lets his fingers graze over your cheeks, and the skin there feels like he lit a fire under his touch.
“Druig...” his name falls from your lips in a whisper, just like his dream.
“My beautiful, beautiful y/n. Will you let me have you?” He asks in a voice so heavy with want it sends a red hot pleasure straight to your core.
“Take me, I’m yours” you hum. And then he’s kissing you.
His lips press against yours gently at first, the first taste of him is intoxicating.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to you. His hands gripping your waist as he does the same.
Druig feels his blood boil when you moan against his mouth as your bodies meet. The feeling of you clinging to him, and the soft, sweet touch of your lips on his…it was almost overwhelming.
But in the same instant he wants more.
He pushes you down, so you’re flat on on his bed. His blue eyes raking down your squirming form. You looked flawless splayed out on his mattress. And a feeling of unease washes over him.
“Are you sure this is what you want? That I’m what you want?” He asks. His voice steady, but expression saying everything.
“Druig, you’re all I’ve ever wanted…” you admit, He’s back on you in seconds, leaving wet kisses down the column of your throat.
You let your hands tangle in his dark hair as he nips at the peaks of your breasts. He takes one in his hand, kneading. Mouth still leaving playful bites across your skin. He pulls down the top of your night gown, and you shimmy the rest of the way out of it.
“You’re perfect…” he pulls away to admire you for moment and before you can thank him, his mouth is wrapped around your nipple. You gasp as his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud. His fingers coming up to tweak the other one.
“I love your tits” he growls, switching and giving the other breast the same attention with his tongue.
If Druig’s cock wasn’t fully hard before, it was now.
His fingers dance down your front, tracing over your hips.
Your eyes flutter shut when his knuckle brushes over your sensitive clit. A soft sigh leaving your lips.
He rubs up and and down your thighs. Tongue leaving a wet trail down down your abdomen until he’s face to face with your dripping pussy.
“All this for me, Y/N?” He asks with a smirk, but inside he felt incredulous.
He runs a finger down your folds till he finds your entrance. He looks up you through his lashes for permission.
“Yes, Druig” you beg, sitting up on your elbows. You were panting already and he had barely touched you.
You can feel his slender fingers begin to push into you tentatively and your mouth parts into a small ‘o’ as you watch him.
“So wet, I wanna taste it” he whispers against your mound before he’s lapping at your clit like it’s his job. You fall back into the bed, back arching as he works your pussy.
He’s messy and attentive, paying attention to the things that made you moan the loudest. His fingers speed up inside you, and his mouth focuses on your clit.
Your legs tighten around his head as your orgasm approaches, but he wasn’t stopping until his face was soaked with your juices. He grabs your legs, placing them over his shoulders before he starts licking you again.
Your whimpers echoed through his otherwise quiet room as he devoured you. His fingers return to your pussy, curling them upwards each time they pushed into you.
“Dru… I’m gonna cum!” You warm and he hums against you before sucking on your clit.
Your toes curl as the pleasure crests in your belly, body shaking in ecstasy.
And he licks you clean as you come down, savoring the taste of you.
“Please, Druig; I want to feel all of you” you tell him when he comes up to kiss you. He presses his forehead to yours with a nod.
“I’d do anything you ask Y/N” he says, kicking off his sleep shorts.
He lines up with your entrance, and you both hold you both hold your breath.
He pushes in, just the tip and the moans are already spilling out of you. Druig feels his dick get impossibly harder at the sound of you. He pulls back out, slapping his cock against your clit and then slipping just the head back inside of you.
Your body shudders in pleasure at his actions.
Enough teasing he thinks, he feels like he could explode just looking at you.
He eases in, pressing himself fully into you and your legs wrap around his waist.
“So fucking deep…” you murmur, eyes rolling back at the feel of his thick cock inside of you. Druig’s brow is damp with sweat as he concentrates on fucking you.
He watches you below him, face contorted in pure rapture. Because of him. He thrusts even harder at the thought. You wanted him.
Druig sets an unsparing pace, fucking you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. Fuck, he’d be fine if it was.
Your moans turn to screams as he rams into you over and over. You feel your second climax creeping up and your pussy clenches around him.
His hips stutter, fist slamming into the mattress at the sensation.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep that up” he warns and you pull his head down to your mouth so can whisper in his ear.
“So don’t, cum inside me Druig…”
And fuck he wishes it wasn’t over so soon, but as soon as he hears your filthy suggestion his orgasm is ripping through him. His load paints your walls; triggering your own release.
“Wait! I never asked you my question!”
ahhhh my first Eternals imagine, clearly unedited lol but I’m just so excited! I loved The Eternals so much, I feel so inspired lmao. Send requests and lmk what you guys thought of the movie! Sending love ❤️
Summary: Your relationship with Druig has been a long one, spanning over thousands of centuries… yet it takes your fellow Eternals 7000 years to piece it all together.
Warnings: nothing but fluff really, dialog heavy.
“I think that’s them,” you signed happily to Makkari, bouncing giddily in place as the sounds of your fellow Eternals echoed through the halls of the Domo.
Makkari leaned back in her throne-like chair, smiling as they all filed into the room.
You stood from your seat, happily greeting your unusual family.
“How was your trip? Not too bad, I hope,” you asked, eyeing Thena worriedly over Kingo’s shoulder, noting how both Ajak and Gilgamesh were missing.
Kingo let out a throaty chuckle pulling you into his characteristically warm embrace, “it was… well… eventful, but we’ll talk about that later.”
You nodded, noting the solemn message behind his words.
“The most challenging part was recruiting leather jacket over there,” Ikaris interjected, pointing at the man you had missed the most.
His eyes were already on you when you looked over, a smug-looking smile hiding behind his stone-cold exterior.
“Bet you used your movie star charm to win him over, eh Kingo?” you laughed, elbowing him slightly. Kingo only looked at you, raising a surprised brow, but laughed lightly.
“Yeah yeah, you’re almost as funny as him,” he dismissed with a hint of sarcasm.
You shook your head, leaving them to converse on their own, enjoying how the chatter of everyone faded to the background as you made your way toward the smiling mind controller.
“My beautiful, beautiful angel,” he grinned, pulling you into a tight embrace.
Even after all this time, countless centuries, he still brought a small giggle out of your mouth and butterflies to your stomach.
His arms were tight around you, rubbing his hand up the expanse of your back through the t-shirt you’d stolen from him.
“Did you miss me?” he whispered as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.
A small huff of a laugh escaped you, “I’ve only been gone a week.”
“And that means you can’t miss me?” Druig questioned, feigning hurt.
His hand gently landed on the back of your neck, pulling you from your hiding spot. Druig’s forehead rested against yours.
“I certainly missed you, my dove,” he whispered, leaning in to connect your lips in a loving kiss.
As soon as your lips met, a silence washed over the room, drowning you like a tidal wave.
“What are you doing?!” Kingo gasped; his jaw was on the floor. The rest of the group slowly looked over to see what the source of Kingo’s surprise was.
You turned your body, removing yourself from Druig’s embrace.
Druig raised a questioning brow, crossing his arms over his chest, his body touching yours from behind. “Kissing my girl..?” he questioned, giving the team an odd look as they all stared back completely dumbfounded.
Silence filled the room along with an awkward tension that puzzled you.
“Your girl?” Sprite broke the silence, looking back and forth between yourself and Druig, an unreadable expression on her face.
You let out a small awkward laugh, “yeah? Why are you all being so weird?”
“We’re the ones being weird?…- I actually can’t tell if you’re joking or not,” Phastos waved his hands wildly around as he spoke.
You gazed behind at Druig, inviting him inside the complicated world of your mind.
“Do they actually not know?” you thought, blinking at Druig with a raised brow.
“I think not, my dove,” his voice echoed in your mind, his hand finding a comforting spot on your shoulder.
“I don’t understand… we’ve never hidden our relationship… we’re wearing wedding bands,” your thoughts flowed across the invisible bridge into Druig’s mind, a small smile cracking on his face.
“Sometimes they just need it spelt out,” Druig’s face was smug with a smirk. You giggled lightly at the dig directed at your fellow Eternals - you loved them, but sometimes they really were dense.
Your telepathic conversation ended at the sound of a throat clearing.
“You do realise we can see you even when you do that,” Ikaris groaned, crossing his arms over his chest as they all kept observing you and the man behind you.
“Sorry… we’re just surprised you didn’t know,” you laughed lightly.
“How long has this been going on,” Kingo asked, pointing between the two of you.
Your mind travelled back and forth between the countless memories of yourself and the love of your eternal life: his gentle words, the soft kisses and touches. You had never doubted his affection; he was so open and fully devoted to you; it surprised you that throughout your 7000 years on the planet, it had gone unnoticed.
“Hmm, I think around 100 years after we arrived… and then we got married sometime during the 16th century.”
“1534, my love,” Druig reminded softly.
“Right, sorry,” you gave him a gentle smile, placing a hand on top of his, apologising for your forgetfulness.
“Wait, wait, wait! You’re married?” Phastos almost shouted.
You shrugged your shoulders, “why did you think we always travelled together?”
It was quite an amusing scene, watching the wheels turn in each of their heads. Kingo, Phastos and Sprite were obviously the most vocal because of the shock, whilst the rest of them silently worked through the information - with the exception of one.
“It’s not like it was a secret…- Makkari and Ajak came to the wedding,” you explained with a slight scoff.
“YOU KNEW? And you never told?!” Kingo signed, pointing accusingly at an amused looking Makkari.
She shrugged, smiling innocently, “I thought you all knew,” she signed back, giving you a small wink, knowing how much you all loved watching Kingo get all worked up.
“It was never a secret; we’re sorry it felt that way,” you said gently, trying to dissolve the weird conversation regarding your relationship.
“We’re very happy for you,” Sersi butted in, coming over to hug you. She squeezed your body before disconnecting and taking your hand in hers to examine the gold ring that decorated your ring finger.
Thena made her way to you as well, giving your cheek a soft stroke, “we should have known… with the way you look at each other, it couldn’t have been anything else.”
As the girls fawned over your wedding ring, begging for the story of the day, Druig slowly backed away, leaning against the wall; he enjoyed watching you converse with others, the way you smiled and the subtle expressions that ran over your face, painting a clear picture of the direction of the conversation.
After the initial shock wore off, the conversation dispersed. Your point of interest automatically shifted to Druig, who had moved to the small ledge seat, munching on a chocolate bar.
“My dove,” he smiled as you sat down next to him, pulling another bar from his jacket pocket and handing it to you.
You thanked him quietly, trying to unwrap the sweet snack he’d kept for you.
“That was something,” you grinned, taking a bite of the chocolate.
Druig laughed lightly, “it’s obvious why it had to be us… you’re the only one who tolerates me, and you’re the only one I’ll tolerate.”
“I think I more than tolerate you,” you whispered softly, placing your hand in his.
“That you do, my love.”
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Can be considered a part two to Beautiful, Beautiful. She is my whole heart, my fic child, thank you for giving her all the love.
Summary: when the Eternals separate, Druig sees his fantasy come true.
Pairing: Druig X Eternal F!Reader
Warning: implied sexy times but nothing explicit.
Druig has dreams, and they are painful glimpses into…something.
He can’t put his finger on it. The past? Future? The dreams seem like memories but he can’t recall them ever occurring. Perhaps they are visions of what’s to come. Either way, he wakes up with a start, his dreams always concluding with eruptions, screams, and explosions that make him shake with adrenaline and fear.
He sees the same explosions and fire below him where the humans wage war. Where they invade. Where they kill. His heart is shattering, and you can feel it just by looking at him. Everyone is tense, secluded at the top of a pyramid, watching, and waiting. Waiting for the night to turn into day, waiting for Thena to wake up…waiting for the humans to stop killing each other.
You remember how quickly the days pass, how decades are like minutes. But tonight feels like a century. The sky remains dark, with flame and smoke staining the sky like a poison.
Druig watches you hold Thena’s hand as you wait for her to wake. He can feel your sadness and confusion, and especially your pain. You both loved humans and watching them tear each other apart in war makes you both physically sick.
When Thena wakes, the Eternals are done. The last Deviant was killed, and with no purpose left, you were all able to leave and lead your own lives. And this day was supposed to be a celebratory day…and yet, you all stand silent. The centuries with each other have moved too fast to catch and to remember clearly.
But how Druig longed for that; to disappear from the others with you and to be hidden from the world. For once, he wants to be selfish and have you for only himself, and you not being used for the mission. He always wanted this, craved for it, to have a life of his own.
But seeing the humans slaughter each other below and him not doing a damn thing is tearing him apart with guilt. He has glorious powers and he could use them for good, for a bigger purpose than killing Deviants.
He raises his hand without thinking, and the commotion below everyone falters as humans drop their weapons and stand still, their eyes white and cloudy. You stride towards him, your hands grabbing his outstretched hand, and bringing it to your lips.
“Druig, you can’t,” you whisper against his fingers. “We can’t interfere.”
He stares at the humans below, knowing with a wave of his hand, he could end this. He could-
Ikaris barges through, interrupting his thoughts, and slams Druig against the stone of the pyramid. His hand is torn from yours as he struggles against Ikaris, his breath leaving his lungs.
“Don’t touch him!” You cry out, regaining your balance. “Don’t you dare touch him.”
“Y/N, stay out of this,” Ikaris doesn’t even look at you, he only glares at Druig.
“Let them go.” His voice is deep and frightening, but of course, Druig doesn’t stand down.
“You’re gonna have to make me.” He stares right back at Ikaris, unblinking.
“Druig, please,” you appear from over Ikaris’ shoulder. “We can’t interfere. And Ikaris, let him go before I make you.”
Ikaris does eventually let Druig go from his iron grip, and you shove him out of the way to get to Druig. You embrace him, your face in his chest, surrounded by his warmth. He hugs you back, his hand behind your head.
“Please let them go,” you’re shaking from adrenaline and being overwhelmed. “Please. Let’s just go, you and me…remember what we talked about?”
How could he forget? How could he forget how you wished you could live next to the beach, the salty air embracing you, the waves enveloping you both. How you wished for him to stay by your side forever, in a small cottage by the sea, where you could spend the rest of your days before you all left for Olympia.
He lets the humans go without another thought. And you knew, in that moment, he’d do anything for you.
“Let’s just go,” he repeats after you, his calloused hands holding your cheeks. His eyes are soft, as always when looking at you, and he gives you a small smile.
“Yes, let’s go, just you and me.”
He places his forehead against yours, his smile growing bigger.
“I’m yours forever, my love. Let’s go.”
So you do. You depart from South America and just go. The rest of the Eternals were happy and overjoyed that you both could find a life of your own together. And so we’re you. You were excited, because for once, Druig is only yours.
Centuries pass, and you and Druig spend lifetimes together in a small cottage by the sea. It’s made out of wood, built by you with a wave of your hand. No humans ventured this far to find you or Druig here, and you preferred it that way. You both spend your days by the ocean, letting the water go up to your knees. You both fish, you both find shells, you use your powers to move the water to collect them.
Life becomes a treasure together, a gift, because for once, the mission doesn’t exist. You could do whatever you wanted with the love of your life, so you do.
You both explore each other. There were centuries where you couldn’t even touch each other because of the mission. Now it’s different. He can touch you now, wherever, whenever, and however. You the same to him. For once, you both are unashamed to physically show each other how much you love one another. You spend hours just exploring his face, his eyes…just looking closely and commenting how beautiful he is. Eventually, this leads to exploring his mouth with your own. Then his neck, his collarbone, his bare shoulder, all of it. His bare skin is yours, he says so himself. All of him belongs to you, and only you. You regain the centuries back that were stolen from you both.
You both fall asleep in each other’s arms to the sound of waves, and wake up to the sun.
The sun hits Druig’s eyes first, and he blinks them open to see you still sleeping soundly on his chest, skin to skin. Your breaths are heavy, yet not as loud as the waves outside. He knows you probably want to be woken up, but he can’t. You’re so peaceful there, so delicate, his beautiful, beautiful Y/N.
“Why haven’t you woke me up yet, my Druig?
Your eyes are still closed, but you could sense him watching you. His beautiful eyes that watch you all the time, unable to look at anything else. Nothing else is as beautiful as you, his beautiful Y/N.
“I just couldn’t. You looked so at peace.”
He trades your cheekbone with his fingers, and you smile at his touch.
“Do I, now?”
“Yes. Do I?”
You’re eyes are fully open now, staring into his own.
“Yes, and it’s what you deserve.” His smile becomes bigger at your words, and he bends down to kiss your forehead. You sigh in content, snuggling into the crook of his neck, kissing his pulse there.
“It’s what we deserve, my beautiful, beautiful girl.”
Pairing: (Druig x immortal!witch!reader ) ~eternals~
~ female reader: she/her pronouns are used!! ♡
NSFW! smut! 18+ (minors do NOT interact.)
warnings: fingering, sorta innocent reader? like she’s a virgin and has never had an orgasm before but she’s not innocent, mocking, crying (in a good way!), desperate kink, oral sex (f-receiving), reader has her first orgasm, no actual sex because i got carried away with Druig being a god at eating pussy, a lil bit of Druig being a soft dom, Druig being a smug little bastard but in a really hot way??, fluff lol, love and all that good stuff!
･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:* 🪐☕️⏳🎞*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
“So mind control?”
“Well it’s a bit more than that but yeah..mind control”
“And you’re gonna live forever?”
“It’s complicated but yes. I’m immortal.”
You coughed awkwardly.
Druig had been pacing for the last 10 minutes. Walking around the small room you had both ended up in. Doing everything in his power to look anywhere other than where you were sitting.
So he was either:
1- scared you would think he was a freak & reject him
2- had taken a sudden interest in interior design and the door knob he had been staring at intensely for the past 2 minutes was exceptionally riveting
Of all the days you’d spent with him, all the sleepless nights, the foggy mornings, rainy afternoons, and starry nights. All the times you’d laughed and cried together. All the times you’d watched him lay sprawled on your couch utterly consumed in whatever book he was reading. The times you’d watch him cook, clean, organize, and cautiously play with your cat.
The times you just watched him exist.
You lived for those moments where it was just the two of you, existing. Together. As if you were both normal. As if you were the only two people in the world, the universe, the galaxy, and everything in between.
You’d known him for quite some time now, hard to say how long. After the first few decades of immortality you stop keeping track.
You had never seen him look like this.
He somehow managed to always look stoic and cool, no matter the circumstances. You’d seen him cry, and even then he managed to look as though he had everything under control. Even in moments of vulnerability he still held himself with confidence.
But now? He looked…scared.
Scared you would hate him.
Scared that he would disappoint you.
Scared that you would leave him and he would be alone again.
Although his arms were clutched carefully behind his back, fingers clasped together just as always. His hands were twisting with anxiety, grasping so tightly that you were sure there would be marks by the time you pulled them apart.
Okay. Great. Awesome. That’s another thing we have in common. This is a good thing, right? This was suppose to be a good thing! So why were you so damn scared to tell him you didn’t care! How were you suppose to tell him not to be insecure? How could you tell him you liked him no matter what, that he wasn’t any less important to you because he could live forever and that you weren’t scared of him.
How could you comfort him when these were the same thoughts that plagued your mind every day?
All those hours spent sobbing in your bedroom, door locked and silencing spell placed. Binding yourself to an evening of loneliness and tears. Leaving you to stare into the mirror that hung above your desk. Hating your appearance, not because of the way looked, but rather the fact that this was how you would look forever…
The endless days of wishing you could rewind time and undo that stupid spell. The one that cursed you to an eternity of complete loneliness with no escape.
You’d seen your friends die. Your family. Anyone you ever dared to love. It never got easier.
a few decades ago you’d sworn to yourself that you would never love another being.
Then you met Druig. All the sudden you didn’t care about your rule. He made you want to live. To appreciate every moment. Under all that mysterious-leather jacket wearing-sarcastic persona he was the sweetest person you’d ever met.
Well- he was sweet to you. He cared for other people, and although he’d never say it aloud…he loved them. Despite their cruel nature and tarnished past. He just wanted to help.
He was also probably the most attractive being you’d ever laid eye on. His energy, his eyes, his stupid leather jacket. He carried himself with an indescribable amount of confidence and damn if you didn’t want him to fuck you stupid—
“we probably should have had this conversation a long time ago…” You began hesitantly.
“I know I know. I should have told you sooner. I just didn’t want to loose you- I thought that maybe if I ignored it I could pretend like our time together wasn’t limited. I’m sorry-” Druig rambled, beginning to pace again.
“Whoa stop that’s not what I meant!” You interrupted him.
He looked at you breathlessly. His lips parted slightly as short breaths passed in and out.
What had you meant?
How were you suppose to say this?
“I’m a witch. On december 16th, 1923 I cast a spell on myself. A spell that guaranteed that I would live forever. I have spent every moment of my life since that night regretting my decision to do so…until I met you.”
You breathed out hurriedly.
You’d never told anyone that before. Never admitted aloud the fact that you would spend eternity alone. Never looked someone in the eye and told them about your abilities.
Druig’s demeanor shifted. His shoulders relaxed a bit and he stopped twisting his hands. Yet his face had morphed into an unreadable expression.
You looked at him nervously.
He stared back.
If there was one thing you had learned from all your years of existence, it’s that you will stumble across many instances in your life where absolutely nothing makes sense. But every so often within those moments of pure confusion, you will know exactly what you’re meant to do.
This was one of those rare moments.
There’s no picture perfect, movie star, dramatic slomo, time stops in its tracks facade.
You just knew.
Maybe it’s spiritual, maybe it’s instinct, maybe it’s the universe sending you a sign. Who gives a shit?
So with all the confidence you could muster you rose from the spot on your bed you had been perched on.
With every step you took towards him you felt your chest begin to swirl with an interesting combination of emotions: fear, tranquility, confusion, & love.
You looked into his eyes. You loved the way they always seemed to be sparkling a bit. Whether it was with magic or mischief you didn’t care. It was beautiful—he was beautiful.
“Hi,,” You whispered.
“Hello.” He laughed lightly, locking eyes with you.
Druig’s hand made it’s way to your cheek and he stroked it gently. You leaned into his touch, the skin of his palm felt cold against yours.
“My beautiful beautiful girl…” He trailed off, his eyes still transfixed on you. Observing as if you were a piece of fine art.
You blushed at his comment, it was taking all your will power to not hide your face in his shoulder.
Somehow, for once in your life, instead of shying away from opportunities. You took your chance.
Stepping closer to him. So close you could feel his breath against your skin, and practically hear his beating heart. You averted your sight. Switching from gazing into his eyes and flicking your view between them and his lips.
You stood in front of him completely enamored with his presence, cheeks flushed as you observed the intimate nature of the position the two of you had ended up in. ￼
It was then that you realized something.
You loved him.
You kissed him.
Gently at first, smiling as your lips crashed together. The two of you becoming more and more desperate for each other. He moved his hands to your neck and pulled you in as close as possible.
Druig’s hands collided with your skin. The rough feeling of his calloused palms rubbing against your body contrasted perfectly with your warm skin. ￼
He was everywhere- Softly tugging on your hair. Biting your lips. Grinding your clothed core up and down against his thigh as he pinned you to the wall.
You’d only been kissing for a few minutes and he’d already turned you into a whimpering mess.
“Dru…” You trailed off happily, feelings of pleasure beginning to flow though your body. Heightened by your pent up attraction to him.
“Careful there darling. I’ve got got you. Gonna make you feel so good love. Just sit there and be good for me, okay?” He said lovingly, a hint of playful condescension audible in his voice.
“i promise i’ll be good. please-i need you so bad.”
“I know I know, don’t worry darling g’nna give you what you need.” Druig shushed you lovingly.
“Please…” you trailed off, eyes blown wide with lust. A glaze of tears blurring your sight. Practically crying from desperation.
“You look so beautiful like this. I could keep you like this all day…desperately waiting for me to touch you. To kiss you. To fuck you. You look so pretty, crying for me.”
He said, the mischievous smirk had reappeared letting you know he was genuinely considering it.
“No! Please..i’ve waited so long. I just-I can’t,,please.”You whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.
Druig’s Face softened at your confession.
“What kind of gentleman would i be to deny such a pretty thing such as yourself. Poor thing, waited so long for me. You’ve done so good.”
He spoke, his words practically sounding like a prayer to you.
You buried your head in his neck, trying to hold back your needy whines as you humped his thigh desperately. ￼Willing to take anything he gave you.
It was then that you realized that you would honestly, truly do anything for him.
“As much as I love your begging I think it’s time I give you what you want. Whad’ya say beauty? Want me to touch you? I bet your already drenched.”
He spoke softly into your ear, his breath tickling your skin.
He could almost feel you blushing from your hiding spot in the crook of his neck. Your body flushed against his, breaths practically in sync as you both drank in each other’s presence. Years of longing and it was finally here, and it was so much better than you ever could have imagined.
“Mmh why don’t we check how wet you are for me? how’s that sound?”
You nodded into his neck, trying your best not to moan at the very idea of him touching you so intimately.
His hands made their way down your body, exploring every inch until they came to your skirt. He ran his hands up your thighs, gently rubbing against your clothed pussy. Touching the place you’d only ever touched once. And even then you hadn’t been able to finish.
“Oh beauty, you shouldn’t have…this all for me? You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”
The presence of one of his cocky smile evident in his voice.
“Only you. Only for you. Promise”
You said desperately.
“Druig Please i’ll do anything- i’ll be so good! i’ll do whatever you ask! I’ll—”
You began hastily
“Whoa whoa,,you’re such a good girl no need for begging right now. Although you do look incredibly attractive when you do so. I think we’ve waited long enough.’’
He said before sliding fully into you. Nearly causing you to fall down from how good it felt to finally have him inside you. Even if it was just his fingers. God you loved him this.
He caught you in his arms as you stumbled into his arms, moaning his name over and over. He held you close and whispered sweet nothings into your ears as you approached your first orgasm of the night.
The sensation of pure ecstasy rushing through your body was almost too much to handle. Your mind was racing- how on earth had you waited this long to try this?
He could sense that you were nearing your climax and pulled you back, leaning your head against the wall he’d pushed you up against.
“Look at me when you cum. Need to see my beautiful girl fall apart for me.”
You were moaning unabashedly at this point. Never having felt this type of pleasure before, and looking at his concentrated face as he fucked you with his fingers was sending you into overdrive.
You’d heard about the blissfully wonderful feeling before but no book, tv show, or tipsy conversation could ever describe the way you felt at that moment. The sensation was nearly frightening.
Druig slowed his motions when he saw your change in demeanor.
“Darling, is everything alright? do you want to stop?”
He asked, beginning to pull his fingers from you.
You answered, grabbing his wrist to keep him close to you.
Blushing furiously you averted eye contact.
“I’ve just never done this before…”
You trailed off nervously, hoping you wouldn’t scare him away.
“You’re a virgin?” He asked gently.
“No-well yes but that’s not what I meant…I mean i’ve never, you know…”
You gestured to where his hand rested on your inner thigh.
“You’ve never had an orgasm?”
He said it bluntly but a hint of surprise was evident in his voice.
You bowed your head and nodded. Doubt beginning to race through your head.
Was it weird? Would he reject you? Should you have just not told him? What if-
Your thoughts were interrupted:
“I am about to make you feel, so fucking good.”
He said, emphasizing the last three words.
You looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Now get on the bed. I want this to be as nice as possible for my girl.”
He remarked, pulling away from you. Nearly causing you to topple to the floor, you probably would have if not for his hand holding onto yours. Ready to hold you upright.
He smiled reassuringly and led you over to his bed. Your hands intertwined the whole time.
He settled you against the soft blanket and admired your wrecked appearance.
“God your perfect.”
He said under his breath, almost as if he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
You retaliated, laughing lightly.
“Now get over here and..fuck me.”
He smirked yet again (goodness his smile made you melt).
“It’s cute you think you’re in charge. i’m gonna make you mine little lady. Now you just sit there and look pretty for me.”
Druig said, his attitude shifting to something different. More dominant and demanding.
Fuck he’s so hot.
He rested in front of you. Making his way forward he softly pulled the hem of your skirt upward, exposing you to him. Trailing his hands up your thighs he pushed them apart, and lowered his head.
He kissed your inner thighs, the feeling embodying a thousand unspoken words. Confessions of love and desire pressed into your skin with every brush of his lips.
Stealing a glance up at you as he drew nearer to the place you so desperately yearned to be touched.
Druig was ready to worship every breath you took. Ready to adore every inch of your perfect body. Longing to kiss you until your lips were swollen and the two of you had no chance but to pull apart and simply marvel in each other’s presence.
Your eyes fixed on his.
“Yes?” He asked, waiting for your consent.
“Yes.” You answered, smiling lightly.
He raised an eyebrow mockingly as if to say
‘ask nicely, what happened to those manners pretty girl?’
You retaliated politely with an exasperated sigh.
“That’s my girl.”
He said, winking at you before dropping his head and finally touching you where you needed him most.
Your head fell back in ecstasy. It landed against the pillow he’d thoughtfully placed behind you.
Sounds of pleasure filled the room as he ate you out.
Given your sensitivity from earlier and the heightened ‘first time’ sensations running through your body it was evident to the both of you that you weren’t going to last much longer.
His tongue expertly licked your cunt. Reveling in your taste and drinking in your cries of bliss.
You could feel yourself nearing your climax. Your breath quickening and your moans becoming louder. That wonderful tingly feeling from before filling your body.
Druig could sense how close you were and speed up his motions, sinking two fingers into your cunt. Rubbing against some magical spot inside you, causing you to see stars.
His fingers were slick with your arousal.
His head filled with the sweetest cries in the world, which he quickly decided was his new favorite sound.
His painfully hard dick was straining against the material of his jeans. It was taking quite a bit of effort to not grind against the bed.
“I’m so close, please don’t stop.”
You whispered to him, biting your lip to soften your moans.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. And stop biting your lip, that’s my job. Don’t you dare hold back those pretty noises from me love. I want to hear how beautiful you sound when you fall apart for me.”
Druig said with a smirk, his fingers never slowing their assault on your pussy.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
You retaliated, happy to be the sarcastic one for once.
“Mm calm down mocking bird or i’ll have to stop until you know remember how to think for yourself.”
He said. Voice never faltering, taking barely a second to respond to your rather pathetic attempt at mockery.
You began but trailed off as you caved in and allowed yourself to fall into a state of submissive bliss
This time the world did seem to slow down. The feeling of constant chaos and endless loads on anxiety faded into the background until all that was left was the two of you.
“Come for me.”
He said, finally allowing you to give in to the sensations of sweet sinful pleasure.
No amount of preparation could have warned you of the sensation that followed. Pleasure like nothing you’d experienced before flowed through you. Burning passion rushing through your veins. Your hands flew to grasp onto something, helping you ground yourself and you rode out the waves of your orgasm.
One hand grasping the blanket next to you. The other clutching his hand tightly (the one that wasn’t currently fucking you through one of the most intense wonderful moments of your life.)
He stared at you in awe. Taking in the way your chest rose and fell as you gasped and moaned. Adoring the expression on your face, your eyes squeezing themselves shut your nose scrunched in pleasure and your mouth hanging open.
Your arousal gushing around his fingers, squirting down his wrist and onto the bed sheets under him.
He slowed his motions as the sounds of ecstasy turned to whines of overstimulation. And although pleasure was still evident in your voice and the idea of making you cum so many times you passed out made him so turned on he thought he’d melt.
The needy noises leaving your lips subsided and you opened your eyes. Slightly embarrassed when the first thing you saw was the expression on Druig’s face.
He removed himself from his place between your thighs, taking his fingers from your sensitive core and placing them in his mouth sucking them clean before pulling you into a much needed embrace.
Holding you closely to him as your body shook and you whimpered into his chest. Feeling completely and utterly at peace. And despite your wrecked appearance and tear filled eyes, you had never felt happier.
Pulling back to admire him, attempting to memorize every wonderful detail of his face. You rested your foreheads together, your chests rising and falling in sync. Both of you smiling lazily in awe of how lucky you were to have each other.
“That was…really good.”
You said breathlessly, breaking the comfortable silence.
Alright that was the Understatement of the century, you thought to yourself.
He said, panting nearly as heavily as you.
“Okay fine. You just made me feel so good I saw constellations and I think I felt my soul leave my body for a few seconds.”
You said, laughing. Your mind still feeling fuzzy from the life changing orgasm he’d just given you.
He kissed you. Trying desperately to convey all the feelings in the world. The unmatched happiness you brought him. The fact that the very sound of your voice could bring him back from any dark place, no matter the circumstance. The fear of a heartbreak he knew he could not handle.
A promise that he would be here as long as you’d have him.
Fuck, he was in love.
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Thank you so much for reading my loves!! Hope you’re all doing well and treating yourselves with the kindness you deserve. I really hope you enjoyed this! I’m completely enamored with this character and there is a depressingly small amount of smut for him so i had to take matters into my own hands!!
I’m honestly fucking freezing atm and I can’t stop thinking about Druig warming me up lol (in a totally PG way!)
Maybe a comfort fic where the reader gets trapped under ice and the eternals save her but she is freezing and Druig takes it upon himself to strip her down and use body heat to warm her up?
I’m thinking the eternals are outraged like “Druig no! Let one of the girls do it!” And he’s like “Relax! I’ve seen everything before!” And they’re all like “oh … I see 👀”
Pairing: Druig x (female) Eternal!Reader
Summary: you’re fighting the deviants on an iced over lake when it cracks underneath you. Your fellow Eternals rescue you but you’re need of warming up and Druig is the first to offer. P.S. I’ve made reader’s powers that of being able to absorb / mimic the powers from whomever is in her proximity, so in this case she borrows Thena’s ability to make weapons from cosmic energy.
Warnings: one case of swearing, a lil bit of fluff, a whole lotta angst, nakedness but it’s not in a sexual way
A/N: ooh I really love this idea, thank you so much for your request!! I also love when I get to feature some of the other Eternals, I hope you like this! Also I hope you are warm and snuggly now anon😅🥰🖤✨
Another day, another deviant. This time you and a few of your Eternals had been called to a frozen lake in Alaska where the deviant was closing in on a small village of people that lived adjacent to the lake. Your current team consisted of you, Sersi, Sprite, Kingo, Thena, and Druig.
You, Thena and Kingo had managed to push the deviant back onto the ice, away from the villagers. Sersi, Sprite and Druig remained at the edge of the lake, keeping the people calm as you, Thena and Kingo dished out punishment to the creature. You had decided to mimic Thena’s powers on this occasion, moulding yourself a spear out of celestial energy. Thena had gone for her classic sword and shield whilst Kingo continued to pelt the beast with his energy blasts.
You spin and slide on the ice, ducking under the deviant as it lunges for you. As you slide under it’s belly you lash out with your spear, cutting its front leg out from underneath it. It's head hits the ice with a deafening thunk just in front you, an otherworldly screech leaving its mouth. Underneath your body you can feel the ice crack before you see it. Cracks spring out in every direction from where the creature’s head had hit the ground.
A small panic settles in you as you scramble to crawl backwards, the deviant still lunging forward haphazardly, completely unaware of the imminent danger beneath it. The deviant is about to reach you when you hear a battle cry from above.
You look up just in time to see Thena leap gracefully through the sky, her sword in hand. It feels like everything is suddenly in slow-motion as you see Thena land on the deviants back, her sword going straight through its neck, hitting the ice below.
“Thena NOOO!!” You hear a deep voice bellow from afar. But it’s too late. Your eyes widen in fear as you see Thena backflip off the creature, soaring to safety, her lift-off pushing the deviant further into the already sinking ice.
The ice cracks around you. You hear a deep yell boom from across the lake. The last thing you see before you slip under the ice is Druig’s panic stricken face as he sprints towards you. But he’s just too far.
The ice water swallows you, the cold causing your chest to seize up almost immediately. You kick and paddle at the water around you but the current is strong, the darkness of the water confusing your senses. You’re no longer even sure of which way was up to the surface. You feel panic settle in your chest as your lungs scream for oxygen.
Ice invades your lungs suddenly. Blackness takes over your vision. You think you can hear someone calling your name but ultimately a numbing silence takes over your senses.
The next thing you’re aware of is a pressure on your chest, something was repeatedly pushing up and down on you. The next thing you’re aware of is lips on yours. You can feel warm air being forced down your throat. The warm air pushes the freezing water out your lungs and you gag as your body spasms. You choke and cough as you spit up the ice water from your lungs.
You blink wearily, your vision still somewhat blurry. You see a fear-stricken face come into focus in front of you. Druig. You inhale deeply, letting air back into your body, coughing again as your throat still feels tight.
“Hey hey hey, it’s okay” Druig coos, his hands cupping your face. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay” he whispers, his forehead against yours. You’re not sure if trying comfort you or himself.
You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. You look up and see Sersi’s reassuring face above you. “Are you alright?” she asks gently.
“Of course she’s not alright” Druig snaps harshly, his head whipping around to face the other Eternals. “She’s fucking freezing. She could get hypothermia. We need to warm her up” he shouts frantically.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise you were still so close to it, I- I just didn’t see you” you hear Thena’s voice come from somewhere just behind you. You see Druig flare his nostrils in anger but apparently he decides it's better to stay quiet than lash out at Thena.
You want to reassure him, to tell him you’ll be okay. You want to reassure Thena, to tell her it was okay, you didn’t blame her. But truth be told you were too cold to even speak, your teeth chattering, your breathing ragged as your body fought to warm pump the blood around. You couldn’t feel most of your body and what little you could feel was painfully numb.
Druig’s face looks pained as he sees you struggling. He sighs in frustration and scoops you up in his arms, jogging over to the small settlement of people that lived beside the lake. You see over his shoulder that Sersi and Thena are right behind him.
As you approach the village you see Sprite and Kingo exit from one of the closest huts.
“In here” Sprite calls over to Druig. “They’ve got a fire going in the bedroom, take her in there."
Druig carries you inside, the other Eternals close behind him. Once in the room Druig places you gently on your feet, holding you against him as you were unable to bear your own weight. You’re shuddering against him as he tries to rub some heat into you with his hands.
“You know actually the best way to warm someone up is through body heat. Like actually being naked” Kingo tries a joke to lighten the mood, his hands mushing together to emphasise his point.
“I know” Druig says in all seriousness. “So that’s what I’m gonna do” he says determinedly, already stripping away your jacket and outer shirt.
“What?” Sprite says, clearly taken aback.
“Druig, let her have some dignity” Thena speaks cooly and calmly.
“Druig” you hear Sersi speak softly. “Just let one of us girls do it. Let me do it” she murmurs gently, placing a hand on Druig’s shoulder.
“No. I’m doing it.” He quickly shrugs his own jacket off, hunching over you and keeping you against him.
Druig releases a cocky chuckle in response to the shocked faces of your fellow Eternals. He looks up at them, a poisonous smile on his lips.
“Don’t worry ladies, I’ve seen everything before” he says as he pulls you even tighter against him. You wrap your numb arms around his neck, clinging to him desperately. You no longer care about the fact that your relationship was supposed to be secret. Clearly Druig didn’t either. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his warmth as you tremble against him.
“What?!” Sprite exclaims. You can feel Druig smirk in response. Cat's out the bag now.
“Hmm, I knew it” Thena muses smugly. You simply bury your head into Druig’s chest, your cheeks flushing red from more than just the cold.
“Oh my god I have so many questions” Kingo gushes.
“Perhaps now isn’t the time, Kingo” Sersi chimes in.
“Come on, let’s leave them to it” Thena speaks cooly, gathering up the others and ushering them out of the hut. You release a shuddering sigh into Druig’s chest as they go. Druig rubs your back roughly, trying to warm you with the friction.
“Let us know if you need anything” Kingo sings as he heads out the door, closing it behind him. You can hear Sprite’s fading giggle in response.
“Don’t worry, my love, I’ve got you. I’ve got you” he murmurs into your hair, a serious edge returning to his voice. You nod your shaking head in response.
“Take off your wet clothes. Quickly” he tells you as he rubs your arms before letting you go.
You simply nod again, your teeth chattering too much for you to speak. You strip quickly, sucking your teeth when you feel the air hit your naked body. You turn around to see that Druig has also stripped nude. He quickly tosses the blankets and pillows from the bed onto the floor in front of the fire. He then grabs the massive fur duvet and wraps it around his shoulders before striding over to you. He envelopes you in his arms, a small gasp escaping him as your freezing skin touches him.
He pulls the blanket tightly over your body until you’re locked against his chest. He lowers the two of you gently onto the bundle of pillows and blankets, ensuring you were laying closest to the fire. He tucks himself behind you, curving his body around yours, trying to touch as much of your body as he could with his own. Any part of you that wasn’t touching him he made sure to tuck the fur blanket around tightly.
You’re facing him, your back to the fire. You tuck your face down into his chest, feeling his chin rest atop your head. Your hands are pressed flush against his chest, encouraging any kind of feeling to return to them. Your legs are intertwined, your bodies impossibly close. You know this must be uncomfortable for him, your freezing hands causing his stomach to tense beneath your touch. But he doesn’t relent, he simply keeps you pressed tightly against him, his hands rubbing up and down your back.
You start to feel your shuddering calm down as warmth slowly but surely renters your body. You sigh deeply, revelling in the heat emanating from Druig. He peppers kisses to your head, his breath warming your face. After a long while you finally lift your head to look up at him. You see relief wash over his face as he gazes at you.
“How you feeling?” He whispers.
“Better” you sigh, your voice hoarse from where you’d choked on the freezing water. He leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.
“I thought I’d lost you” he breathes, pain straining his voice, a tear slipping down his cheek. You move your hands to cup the back of his neck. All you can do is shake your head softly in response, your voice threatening to break if you attempted to speak. In your silence Druig continues to ramble.
“I was so scared, y/n. Seeing you just disappear under the ice like that. And there was nothing I could do about it” he sounds anguished, angry at himself. You shake your head again but he carries on.
“There was nothing I could do, I was just stood there helpless whilst you were dying. I- I don’t know what I would do if I lost you. I can’t lose you...” he trails off as a sob cracks his voice. You feel tears slip from your own eyes. He opens his mouth again to ramble some more but you cut him off by placing your freezing lips on his. He jolts slightly at the sudden cold on his lips but he quickly responds, moulding his mouth against yours. You revel in the warmth of his lips on yours.
It’s okay, Druig. I’m okay. You push your thoughts into his mind. I’m right here. You reassure him. You feel him smile into the kiss and know he’s heard you. I love you. You tell him through your thoughts. His lips break from yours momentarily.
“I love you too” he whispers out loud.
A/N: lmao I really turned this into a like a whole-ass story. Sorry it’s quite long, I really liked the idea and was inspired by it so I just ran with it, I hope you liked it though!🖤🥰✨
summary : druig tried to break things off, unable to continue under the weight of knowing that one day you’d die. little does he know you’re cursed with immortality.
warning : mildly suggestive, slight angst to fluff!
note : guess who’s fallen in love with yet another edgy, dark-haired, secretly soft-hearted guy who’s thousands of years older than themself… me, me, me 🥰 💌 ❤️🔥 !!!
marvel masterlist | druig masterlist
the gardens decorated with manicured bushes and sweet-smelling flowers at the heart of athens were your unspoken meeting place.
it was there that you would both stare at the stars, plant tender kisses on each other’s knuckles, and share moments of pure uninterrupted bliss.
it was also there that the two of you found yourself wound up in each other’s limbs, lips locked tight, bare flesh exposed as light curses and sounds of pleasure fell from your lips.
just like the gardens, many things were unspoken in your relationship. things like druig’s eternal status and your supposed mortal life.
to his knowledge, you were achingly temporary.
this love, this pursuit of happiness, this never before experienced sense of belonging – all of it, every single bit of it – was temporary.
and the weight of it all was crushing. unbearable in a way that he felt not even you could understand.
so, under the stars with the scent of roses and the warm feeling of you tight in his arms, he let it out. he uttered the very soul-crushing words that you hoped would never fall from his lips.
and there was a pause.
crickets chirped and you hummed at his cut-off sentence. you turned away from the cosmos and met his eyes, long lashes blinking tentatively as he just stared into your opulent irises.
druig sucked in a breath and dropped the bomb.
“i think it’s time we ended things.”
it was at that moment that your world shattered, leaving you sputtering and lost within it’s broken twists and turns.
“what? i– druig, what on earth are you speaking of?”
his hand left your hip, and your heart hollowed at the loss of touch. “it’s over, y/n,” druig’s eyes pinched as the words left his mouth, and the sight of tears welling up in your beautiful eyes felt like a stab in the chest. “i’m sorry.”
the words hung heavy in the air before they came tumbling down, crashing into you and forcing a choked up sob to burst out of your throat.
“no. druig, no. don’t do this. please, i… i can’t.”
druig’s insides convulsed as he turned away, unable to handle seeing you collapse into the ground, your hands digging into the grass as you tried to grasp onto the what and the why.
twinges of guilt pricked at his heart, but this was for the best. better to let the pain happen now instead of when you would inevitably die, leaving him alone and heartbroken at your permanent absence.
your sobs quieted, but your heart continued to hammer inside your ribcage. druig was turned away from you, and as soon as he heard your shaking cries quiet down to sniffles, he walked away.
swiftly and gracefully, he hoped his unfaltering steps masked his hurt.
but if there was one thing druig loved most about you, it was your stubborn air, your gentle but strong-willed stature that could have a man both groveling and swooning.
you wiped your cheeks harshly and called his name, your voice came out croaky but your steps didn’t halt. you neared your lover and grabbed onto his hand, intertwining his lithe fingers with yours in a way that screamed of desperation.
“i don’t understand,” you whispered. “where did we go wrong?”
no answer came, but you still continued, hoping that you would eventually get him to crack. your thumb brushed over his hand as you gave it a light squeeze.
“i don’t want us to end, tell me what i can do to make things right, darling, please.”
your voice cracked at the end of your sentence and druig caved, murmuring your name softly into your hair as he wrapped his arms around you so tight it felt almost suffocating. hot tears streamed down his cheeks as his body shook with the uneven tempo of his weeping.
“i.. i just.. you... i don’t…”
tears of your own came pouring down as you both sank to your knees, the blades of grass were kind and soft as you ran your fingers through his hair and shushed his cries with kisses. “it’s okay, my druig, it’s okay. i’m here.”
it was rare to see him at a loss for words. he was a sweet talker and a man masterful in the art of sarcasm and wit, so tears were a rarity too.
something was wrong, and all you could do was wait patiently for him to tell you the cause of his fierce despair and his sudden announcement of your relationship's end.
“you won’t be for long.” druig managed, and the air in your lungs was knocked right out.
“you heard me, you won't be for long. you’re going to die one day and all i can do is wait for it to happen. all i can do is cling onto these precious moments and push away the truth.”
he sniffled and your gaze never left his. your eyes that he loved so much studied him with such intensity that it felt as though holes were being burned into his flesh.
“it’s better off this way,” he mumbled. “for both of us.”
but still, he did not let go. his mind’s logic and reason could not compete with his heart’s longing to stay where he was – safe in your loving (but agonizingly evanescent) embrace.
druig waited for you to push him away and exclaim that he was right, but that moment never came. instead, a hesitant but consoling hand traced over his jaw and wiped his tear-ridden cheeks. your lips brushed over his temple as you let out a shaky breath.
“oh, dru. i thought you knew.”
your lover's brows quirked up quizzically at that. “wh..what are you talking about?”
you sighed before pressing a long kiss to his lips, the action brought golden solace to the eternal’s heart.
a dense swathe of silence filled the air before druig cut it off.
his mouth hung open and his eyes glistened with both tears and jubilation. you couldn’t help a laugh at his expression as you buried yourself into his chest, arms wrapping tighter around his torso. “i can’t die either, dumbass.”
“i– but how?!”
“druig,” you began, lips pursing as you pulled back to jab a light finger into his shoulder accusingly. “i thought you were paying attention to me when i told you about eskil!”
“you mean your ex-lover, the asgardian? sweetest, what on earth does he have anything to do with us.” druig seethed, and his face contorted with the disgust that spread over his face.
you were both still locked in a solid embrace, and it was near impossible to miss the way he stiffened at the mention of your ex. the pads of his fingers dug deeper into your waist and you felt a smug grin twist itself over your features.
“wait a minute… were you jealous?”
the eternal’s face flushed into a delicate pink.
“i.. no. no, of course not. don’t be ridiculous.” he sputtered out, trying to keep his composure.
you raised a brow and felt your smirk deepen. “dru…”
his shoulders slumped and he brought his forehead to rest defeatedly into the crook of your neck. pressing a tender kiss to your throat before groaning in frustration as just barely comprehensible mumbles fell from his tongue.
“yes, okay, fine, so what if i was slightly jealous. i hate the idea of another having you.”
you hummed and let out a bubbly laugh, your eyes narrowing in a way that could only be described as wicked.
“hm, and it was because of that fact that you completely missed the story of how i ended things and he, pathetically, chose to curse me with a forever life in a heartbroken rage, isn’t that right now, love?”
druig huffed, pulling back to hold his chin up high. “well, i didn’t hear you complaining. as a matter of fact, you seemed quite pleased with the way you screamed my na-”
“okay, okay! enough!” it was now your turn to flush. embarrassing heat ran up from your neck to the very tip of your ears.
a smile broke out across your face, and druig couldn’t help mirroring it. you both stood tall, feet planted firmly into the ground.
your faces were warm with blush, your cheeks were salty from dried tears, and your arms enveloped each other in a way that brought you both a divine sense of ease and relief.
pressing his forehead to yours, druig's eyes melded into yours. he was searching your soul, looking carefully for confirmation.
“so it’s true then? you won’t die? it.. this.. we aren’t just temporary?”
your hand closed over his as you brought it to your lips. “it’s true, dru, it is.”
your eyes never left his when you moved his hand cup your jaw as you brushed a kiss over his palm.
the action was firm and benevolent. druig’s heart swelled up with uncontainable fervor and fondness as you whispered, “i’m yours and you’re mine, now and forevermore.”
in a spur of rhapsodic bliss, druig pressed his lips to yours. his hands wound up in your hair while yours circled his around his neck, pulling him in impossibly closer.
the flowers of the garden sighed and the stars twinkled with glee as your words echoed into the abyss of night.
note: rich bitch druig>> ,, also possessive druig>>
pairing: druig x (f)immortal!reader
summary: while waiting for your husband to arrive, a man just won't let you be and druig gets to flex a lil
warnings: not proofread, annoying men, druig in a button-up with the sleeves rolled up 😩
Eternal life can get a little boring. If you aren’t taking up a hyperactive profession like Kingo, you end up with a lot of free time.
This dilemma is exactly what led you and Druig to get involved in some gambling situations that were a little bit shady, to say the least. Though there really wasn’t much risk as you were very well off, and if you somehow weren’t - you had a husband whose specialty was mind control. Tonight, the occasion was the evening races.
Though it wasn’t your favorite, it was still enjoyable - especially because of the extensive selection of food and drinks. It had been decided that you’d meet Druig there because he had a surprise that he wanted to prepare for you. That was what ended you up in the VIP cocktail lounge alone, practically surrounded by a pack of Fortune 500 heirs looking for a sweet treat.
Which is most definitely what you were. You were definitely looking forward to when he showed up because these men couldn’t seem to have the courtesy to act like they weren’t looking. You wore a gorgeous slip gown, a black draping cut of satin that stopped just above your knee; The thin straps trailed down to the “back” of the dress (if you could call it that). The way the satin fell, the majority of your back was exposed, being tickled by stray hairs that betrayed your updo.
Absentmindedly, you sipped on your cocktail from a straw as you watched the introductions of tonight’s lineup on the TV.
“Hey sugar,” A man approaches you, claiming the stool next to yours. You only spare a second-long glance at the man. He’s the epitome of a trust fund kid, given a little too much status that was never put to good use. It's just so easy to see. As the bartender passes, you raise your finger - asking for another round.
“You busy tonight?” He leans his broad figure closer to you.
“No thank you.” You say, pulling your newly refilled drink closer and putting your straw into it. Turning to the TV, you narrow down who you want to put your bets on.
“You’re not busy tonight?” He chuckles, “Well that’s good to hear. Why don’t you come join us at our table?”
You roll your eyes, ignoring the man. Druig come quick, you think. You can hear the man order a pair of drinks before he continues bothering you.
“It's okay hon, you don’t have to play hard to get. Think about my offer,” He slides the drink into your peripheral vision.
As soon as he’s gone, you make eye contact with the bartender. You motion at the drink and push it towards him. He nods at you and goes back to polishing.
Thankfully, a bit of time passes and you haven’t been harassed. You had moved onto nibbling on some chopped fruits and berries.
The familiar feel of those unusually soft fingers spread across your bare back. Druig presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, “Hello, darling.”
“Hey, stranger.” You murmur, turning to meet his gaze. He is dressed so devilishly handsome in his dress pants and button-up. The sleeves were folded up to his elbows, showing off his toned forearms. From behind him, you can see the man from earlier approaching. Druig can see the irritation in your features and turns to see what you were looking so disgusted at.
“Hey man,” The man approached your husband, “Hate to kill your party, but she’s with me.”
Druig’s blue eyes spark with mischief. He raises his brows at you, pretending to be surprised, “Is she now? She didn’t tell me that.”
“No problem mate, she’s a quiet one if you haven’t noticed,” The man was very good at acting nonchalant, you’d give him that.
“Ah, I see,” Druig nodded, but still his hand rested on your back. An amused smile had begun creeping onto his lips, “I think if she was with you, then maybe she wouldn’t have been alone here at the bar. Don’t ya think, mate?”
Druig was mocking the man now. He leaned forward using his opposite arm to lean onto the bar, but more so create a barrier between the man and you. The man's face grew red and then he spotted Druig’s golden wedding band, “What would your wife think of you, man?”
You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting a smile.
“Oh, you know what? Let’s ask her,” The man’s face contorted. Druig turned to you, “Darling, what do you think of me?”
“Wha-“ The man began. You lifted your arm that was earlier out of sight, inspecting your nails for dirt that was never there. Oh, but there was your ring. A relatively massive diamond that sparkled brightly.
“I think the world of you, baby,” You smile, placing a kiss on his cheek. Druig turns to the man, clapping him on the shoulder. The embarrassment was engraved into the man’s features.
“Better luck next time mate.”
The man stumbled away, not looking back once. Druig held your hand steady as you stepped down from the stool, just to pull you against him. His plush lips press a kiss to your temple, “I really can’t leave you alone can I?”
“It’s endless,” You laugh, resting your hand on his shoulder blade. You can feel his muscles flex under the fabric, causing you to pull your bottom lip in between your teeth. “Besides, I think I prefer being by your side.”
Druig smirks at you, using his other hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear and gently brushing his finger over the earrings he had bought you. “I’m not really complete without you by my side, am I?”
You shake your head, smiling smugly. “Not at all.”
“Well, come on then, let’s go get into some trouble,” He grins, pulling your hand up to his face. Your husband holds your gaze, giving your knuckles a kiss and shooting you a wink.