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Nightfall - Druig
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A dark mob/gang AU Eternals fic 
Paring: AFAB reader x mob!Druig | Mob!EternalsAU 
*I am kind of using mob and gang interchangeably here
Note: hi. I’ve crept out of my hibernation hole to repost this fic after some edits. This is the only fic I’m motivated to finish at the moment. I will also be turning it into a fantasy gang type book with OC’s on my Wattpad that are inspired by the Eternals gang. If you're interested for that version to be posted here too, let me know! :) 
warnings: 18+ | Language, violence, descriptions of gore, mentions of SA and physical assault, drugging. This is a dark fic, so dark topics will be mentioned and discussed.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics <3
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The Rosaris. The most popular and elite club in the city ran by Genesis Rose- who was arguably the scariest gang leader in the state… and also happened to be your boss. He was a filthy man with one hell of a rap sheet. Murder, money laundering, prostitution, trafficking, you name it, he’s done it- or made someone else do it for him.
At surface level the Rosaris was a fancy and elegant club. One you had to be on the list to get into. No exceptions. Underneath, however, the Rosaris was a scary and torturous place, filled with drugs, sex, and booze. Only the elite of the elites got access to the Underground; they were vetted and initiated through a series of challenges. If they could handle it all, rather, if they made it out alive, they were granted access. Genesis only hired the best of the best strippers, prostitutes and bartenders- all women, all sexy and desirous- as a reward for the initiation process.
You were one of them… no, you were more than that. You were Genesis’ favorite, his go-to when he had too much whiskey or when he closed a huge deal, dragging another filthy elite into the club’s inner ring.
Thalia was his other favorite. She quickly became your best friend, taking you under her wing when Genesis declared you the best of the rest.
“Just do what they say honey bunny, there’s no use in fightin’ back. Don’t let your status fool you into gettin’ cocky- you’re still nothin’ more than a piece of ass to them.” She warned you, her southern accent present while she swiped bright red lipstick on her bottom lip. You looked down, scared of what was to become of you.
Genesis had found you on the streets. You had been kicked out of your apartment, and your ex left you battered and bruised on the sidewalk when Genesis had knelt above you. The streetlights illuminated around him, making him appear angelic; you thought he was your savior. What a stupid idea. His sinister smile was mistaken for kindness, something you would come to beat yourself up over for a long time.
He had you drugged, before Kingston- his right hand man- grabbed your limp body and threw you in the car that transported you to The Rosaris Underground- where Genesis’ office resided.
You had awoken with duct tape on your mouth, your wrists and ankles bound together, your clothes stripped off and torn. That’s when Thalia came in. She had a pitiful look on her face as she untied you.
“I’m so sorry honey,” she had whispered, trying to delicately rip the tape off of your mouth. She draped a blanket around you, and then led you to the girls’ changing room that Genesis was nice enough to give the girls.
Thalia helped you get dressed into the outfit Genesis had picked out for you. It was all red and all lace, exposing almost everything. Small strips of fabric covered your nipples and cunt, but it didn’t do much good. As you had looked around the room, you realized you were the only one in red. You thought it was just an initiation thing, to let everyone know you were the new girl. Instead, it was just because Genesis thought you would look sexy in it- and he was right. You were easily the sexiest one there, trumping all the girls below you. In any other circumstance- in any normal circumstance- you would have felt elevated, confident. Instead, it just terrified you more.  You were highly requested by the elites in the club, which made Genesis very jealous.
That’s how you became his favorite. You spent most of your nights with Thalia up in his office with his men, servicing them how they pleased. This was how you met him.
Druig- the city’s drug dealer. He had his own empire, the Aeternus. He wasn’t the leader, but he was a fundamental part of their success- he was where the money was at. Everyone wanted drugs- not just the elites. His business went farther than the others, bringing in the most money. He worked closely with Genesis, bringing him only the best of the best.
You had been working for Genesis for a year before you finally, officially, met Druig. His dark black hair was a stark contrast against his pale face and gray eyes. He always wore a leather jacket with black jeans and a pair of black combat boots. You had seen him pass through the office multiple times, but tonight… Tonight was different.
“Druig, my boy!” Genesis chuckled, grabbing Druigs cheeks in between his two hands. “What did ya bring me?”
“You don’t even want to know, Genesis.” Druig smirked, dropping off two duffel bags that were filled to the brim with various antidotes.
“I want to introduce you to my newer favorite girl, as a thank you,” Genesis said, motioning for you to come over. You got off of the lap you were sitting on- Daniel, one of the famous politicians- and walked over to Genesis. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in tightly.
“This is Y/N. She’s been up here for about a year now, and hasn’t had any complaints yet. Go ‘head, try her out,'' Genesis gave you a little push in Druig’s direction.
“Ah, Genesis, you know I can’t.”
“I insist.” His tone was demanding, and Druig knew he wasn’t going to let this go. He placed his hands on your waist, drawing you near him.
“I know you like to do your business privately, you can use the room,” Genesis said, pointing to a door off in the distance.
Druig thanked him, before leading you down the hallway, his hand on the small of your back.
“Don���t worry,” he whispered once he knew you both were out of earshot. “We’re just going to go in for a few minutes and come back out. I’ll leave you a glowing review,” he smirked, as he pushed you gently into the room. He flicked the lights on, illuminating the cramped space you both stood in. You made your way to the bed and sat down, while he sat in the chair across from you.
You sighed as you fell on the bed, your whole body aching from exhaustion. Druig watched you closely as you closed your eyes.
“Feels good to just rest,” you whispered. Something in Druig’s chest burned as he heard your voice, an ache awakening deep inside of him.
“You must work a lot since you’re one of Genesis’ favorites,” he said.
“Yeah, the only pro of that is you’re less likely to be assaulted- well anymore then usual that is,” you muttered, rubbing your face with your hands, careful not to mess with your eye makeup. Druig stiffened in his chair as your words hit him.
“What did you just say?” He asked, standing up. You snapped your eyes open, fearing you said too much.
“Fuck, I’m so stupid. Please don’t say anything, please, I’m begging you.” You shot up, kneeling in front of him. God why did you have to speak! If Genesis knew you spilled about the filth that had gone on down here, if you had actually confirmed it, the repercussions would be insurmountable. 
“I’m not going to hurt you… or let you get hurt. I just want to know what you said.” He placed a hand on the side of your cheek. You resisted the urge to lean into him. The last time you mistook someone's kindness, you ended up here.
But something inside of you urged you to tell him the truth. To tell him that by the end of the night you were sexually assaulted at least once, physically assaulted at least four times. That you, for some god forsaken reason, were treated ten times worse than Thalia- probably because she could hold her own, unlike you.
You fought the urge and instead of speaking you just undid the red lace corset you wore, letting it fall to the floor. Your chest was bare before him, but you didn’t care. Somehow, deep in your mind, you knew you could trust him. His eyes trailed over your skin, over the bruises, scars, and blood stains from earlier tonight. You had a deep scar across your lower belly, where it looked like you had been cut open before.
Druig’s hand had begun to shake with rage as you slowly turned, exposing your back to him. Red scars all over, the result of being whipped repeatedly, mostly for pleasure… some for punishment.
He snapped.
“Who did this to you?” He asked, his voice so low and deep you barely heard him.
“I… I can’t even tell you. It’s been so many people,” you broke, the tears began to flow. He knelt down, drawing you to him, petting your head as he had calmed you down. You weren’t sure why you just confided in him. It was as if some supernatural pull had calmed you, told you it was okay. That he was okay. 
“Put this back on,” he whispered, handing you the red corset. You nodded and did as he said. He turned to face the door, prepared to knock it down and beat the shit out of Genesis and his men.
“Follow me,” he reached for your hand, helping you up. He led you out the door, back into the room.
“How did you like her?” Genesis asked, a smirk on his face.
“Too well,” Druig smirked, trying to play coy. “Think I could take her home with me?”
“Ah, now you know the rules my boy. She stays here,” Genesis clasped a firm hand on Druig’s shoulder.
“Alright, how much?” Genesis laughed. The idea of being paid for made you tremendously uncomfortable. You attempted to let go of Drugs' hand; he just squeezed it harder.
“Not for sale.” The tension was rising, and Druig looked around the room. The various men were now standing, facing Druig, their hands positioned questionably on their hips. Druig wasn’t dumb, he knew they were all holding on to some sort of weapon. He counted them, there were five total. Five against one? He could manage that.
“I’m going to give you one last opportunity,” Druig muttered, giving Genesis a psychotic smile, “or I will kill everyone in here.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Genesis laughed. His laugh was cut short, however, as Druig threw a punch in his direction, hitting his face just right. His cheekbone was easily shattered, causing him to grunt in pain.
The four men in the room charged at Druig, some drawing guns, others drawing knives. You shrunk back into the corner, watching in amazement as Druig took them out one by one. Blood covered the windows and the walls. Shouts were heard in the distance, and you knew that someone had saw. You raced to the door, shoving the heavy dead bolt through the lock just in time. The guards pounded on the other side, each thud making you flinch slightly as you backed away.
The grunts behind you came to a stop, as Druig knocked out the last of the men. It was Daniel. Taking his knife to Daniel's neck, he sliced it open in one quick movement, blood splattered the carpet, and Druig’s already stained clothes, as he let Daniel fall to the ground. You covered your mouth in horror at the carnage before you: bloodied bodies everywhere, brain matter and other bodily gore painting the walls, the carpet. 
A low grunt caused you to turn around. It was Genesis. Druig hadn’t killed him, and he wasn’t going to.
“Let this be a lesson. I get what I want, when I want it. No one can tell me otherwise. You got it?” Druig asked, kneeling over Genesis, knife in hand.
“You bitch,” Genesis whispered, spitting in Druig’s face. Druig laughed psychotically. There was no stopping him as he stabbed his knife in Genesis’s cheek, dragging it down before pulling it out. He wiped the blood on Genesis’ shirt, before turning to you.
You were shaking, your mouth hanging open, hand poised in the air just under it. You could not believe the horror in front of you; there was so much blood.
“You’re safe now,” Druig said, shoving his knife back into the waistband of his black jeans. He had blood splattered all over his hands and his face. You slowly backed away from him, now utterly terrified at the only man who has ever killed for you.
“I promise I will never hurt you. I will, however, hurt anyone who ever touches you again.” He said slowly, as he made his way towards you. Your back hit the wall, Druig’s body towering in front of you.
He lifted a finger, trailing it along your hairline, before pushing hair out of your face. You were trembling, tears filling your eyes as you turned your head away from him.
“There’s no need to be afraid,” he whispered. “You have to trust me.”
The same feeling from before washed over you, as you turned to face him. His gray eyes now had golden specks in them, as he caressed your cheek.
“I trust you,” you whispered, unaware you were even speaking until you heard your voice, disembodied in the air.
“Good, because that door is about to break down. We have to get out of here.” He pointed to the door you had locked. At some point, you had managed to drown out the sound of the guards pounding away at it. You saw the lock bending with each bang.
“There’s a back door over here, it leads to the loading docks.” You whispered, pointing to one of the doors on the northern wall. Druig nodded, following your lead as you climbed the stairs that led to your safety.
Shouts begin to fill the stairwell as the door to Genesis’ office broke down. Panic set in, causing you to attempt go up the stairs faster. You tripped, your heels betraying you and breaking. Druig caught you by your hips, steadying you as you took your heels off, throwing them down.
Suddenly, a bullet flew past your ear ricocheting off the railing. You screamed and Druig’s grip on your waist tightened.
“Go,” he yelled, pushing you up. You continued going as fast as you could, thinking he was behind you. When you reached the door at the top you threw it open.
“Just through here… Druig?”  He was nowhere to be seen. Looking down the empty stairwell instilled a fear deep in your bones. You began to hyperventilate, panic setting in once again as you realized the stairwell was eerily silent. Tears fell over the brim of your eyes as you sank down against the wall. Fuck, when Genesis finds you it's all over. He’d probably torture you in more ways than you could count, holding you up in the dark room you had spent too many nights in, where you lost your sanity more than once.  
You heard heavy footsteps climbing up the stair, and your sobs got harder, messier, as your fate was about to be set in motion. Your body shook uncontrollably, as you covered your face with your arm, trying to control the sobs.
“Shhh, y/n, it’s okay, it’s just me,” Druig whispered, rushing to your side. The relief you felt was almost euphoric as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against him.
“Shh, it’s okay, but we have to go now,” he said sternly, trying to help you stand up. By this point, your legs were like jello, unable to move.
“Come on y/n, we have to go, we don’t have time for this.” He was more stern now, trying to reign in his annoyance at you not moving.
“I-I can’t Druig.” You sobbed, gripping tightly onto his arm.
“For fucks sake,” he muttered, snaking his arm around the back of your legs, lifting you up. “You have to tell me where to go though babe. I have no idea.”
“Turn right,” you said weakly. Druig did as you said, carrying your traumatized body through the dimly lit corridors.
“Left.”
“Another Left.”
“Through those doors,” you directed him, trying to keep your eyes open long enough to guide him. When he finally reached the loading dock doors, he threw them open stepping out into the night.
A blacked out SUV sat outside, the backdoor already open. Druig carefully helped you in, before sliding in next to you. You settled in, laying down on the seat, your head on his lap. You were too terrified to move. You had no idea who this man was, or what he belonged to. If he was doing business with Genesis, it probably wasn’t good. Had you just replaced one hell with another? 
“Took you long enough- WHY are you covered in blood?” A feminine voice yelled, causing you to flinch.
“Lighten up Sersi, it’s not my blood.”
 A short girl sat in the driver seat, speeding off.
“Who’s the girl?” She signed, turning to briefly look in the backseat at you.
“Y/N. She’ll be joining us.” Druig said, resting an arm on your body.
“Is she okay?” Sersi whispered, turning in the seat to face you.
“I think so. Just shaken up. It was a bloodbath,” Druig muttered, shaking his head.
“Did you kill him?” Makkari signed.
“No, but I left him somethin’ to remember me by.”
“Druig you didn’t…”
Druig smiled proudly, thinking of the deep gash he left in Genesis’ face.
“Shit, Druig! That was not a part of the plan.” The girl in the passenger seat- Sersi- yelled.
“Neither was rescuing her, so looks like it’s improv night. Hey, did Gilgamesh cook dinner?” Druig asked, quickly changing the subject as he felt your body tremble under his arm.
“No.”
“What the fuck.Thats like his only job. Can we stop and get some food then? I’m starving. How about you, y/n? Are ya hungry?” You merely nodded your head, too scared to speak.
“Druig we can’t stop anywhere with you looking like that.” Sersi said.
“Just go through the drive through.”
Sersi rolled her eyes as Makkari smiled, already pulling into a McDonald's parking lot.
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You woke hours later, a thick black comforter wrapped tightly around your body. It was soft, something you weren’t used to. Every joint in your body ached from the night before. Memories before began to flash in your mind, You groaned, rolling over in the bed to bury your face in the pillow.
“How are you feeling?” A voice suddenly spoke beside you, startling you. It was the girl from the car. She had long black hair, half of it tied back while the other half fell over her shoulder.
“Like shit,” you muttered, moving to sit up in bed. You noticed her right arm was covered in intricate tattoos- at least the part you could see under her three quarter length sleeve.
“Do you want me to get you something for the pain?” She asked, moving over so you had room to sit.
“That would be great, thank you…” you paused, realizing that you couldn’t remember her name.
“Sersi,” she smiled, getting up and walking to the adjacent bathroom.
She grabbed a bottle from the medicine cabinet, pulling two tablets out before putting the bottle back.
“Here, it’s just Advil but it should help,” she said, handing you the two little white pills. There was a glass of water on the nightstand next to you that you grabbed to wash the pills down with. “We have stronger stuff if you need it, but I figure this is a good start.” 
“Thank you,” you whispered, analyzing her kindness. She hadn’t offered you actual drugs... a stark contrast to the copious amounts of narcotics handed out daily at the Roasaris. 
There was a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” Sersi yelled. You winced, your head still splitting. She gave you an apologetic look as the door opened. It was Druig. He stepped in, his eyes darting right to you. You were a mess- your hair was all over the place, your makeup smeared down your face. His face softened as he took your appearance in.
“Sersi, why don’t you help her shower.” He said, looking at her.
“I was about to ask her if I could help her before you knocked.”
You tensed up, suddenly aware that you must look ridiculous. You blushed, looking down. The awkward tension was somehow even worse than the previous events of last night. You heard the door open before shutting again.
“Let me go grab some towels and a fresh change of clothes, then I’ll help you get in the shower- if you’re okay with that,” she said gently. You nodded, bringing your knees to your chest while you waited on Sersi.
A single tear fell from your eye as you finished reflecting on the previous night. You felt a mixture of gratefulness and fear as you curled up in the bed waiting for your much needed shower. What if Genesis found you again…? You didn’t even want to think about what he would do to you.
“You ready?” Sersi asked, bringing you out of your thoughts. You nodded, before carefully getting up and following her to the shower.
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brelione · 2 years
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posting a little excerpt from my book on here <3
VERY MUCH NSFW
this is from my book on wattpad called the drelione chronicles which is just scenes that didn’t make it into my main book, Brelione. It’s based off my eternals DR <3
warnings: mentions of choking, scratches, sex. also, for context, it is mentioned that sounds have color, this is because brelione has sound to color synesthesia and is selectively mute because of it. happy reading!!
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maybe i was a bit…. dumb. from the moment he woke up, leaving a spot of warmth on the mattress as he pulled on a tank top, feeling my eyes on him. a smirk pulled at his face, eyebrows raised as his eyes met mine. “sorry, did you have something to say?”he asked, moving closer to the bed. a roll of my eyes, moving myself on the bed, sitting up as he came back on the mattress. “come on, what’s on your mind, lovely?”he asks, hands on my legs as he settles himself just between them.
you’re a mind reader, you tell me.
it doesn’t help his ego, small chuckle rising from his throat as he presses a kiss to my forehead, voice low and raspy as it fills my ears. “believe me, li, i don’t need to be a mind reader to know exactly what you’re thinking.”he breaths, smiling when my hand comes to his hair. pressing a kiss to his lips, he shuffles slightly, arms just above my head. that god forsaken tank top, he knows what he’s doing to me. “you have training,”i whisper softly, making him grumble. “training can wait,”he kisses my neck, teeth grazing my skin. a not so typical tuesday morning, legs wrapped around his hips as he smiles.
“your voice is so pretty.”he says softly, a hand coming down to lift my shirt up a bit. my thumb against his cheekbone, he leans to my touch, sighs. with a light tug of his hair, i sit back up, making him grumble. “training,”i remind him. it does not take a genius to learn as to why he’d be late, teasing will flood my ears for centuries over it. complaints of heavy vibrations, meetings in the common room to discuss what is appropriate. “how about,”his finger tip swirling patterns against my abdomen, gentle hearts. “you come along, watch me.”he suggests. hand against his throat, i push him back with a grin, his laugh like music to my ears as his hands squeeze along my hips. i kiss him once more, the feeling all too good to let go of.
his fingers pull to my thighs, wanting me against him. “you want me… at training?”i ask, watching how his eyes close just half way, watching me with such admiration one would think that i am a sunset over the ocean. “oh, come on. i know you like the tank top, and i could use your pointers, yeah? best warrior of all…”he says, twirling a curl between his fingers.
don’t let thena hear that
he laughs softly, sighing as i get up from him. warm light comes through the window, not helping my desires as every ripple of muscle on his body is highlighted. i need to commission a painting of him, he looks so perfect. maybe a special painting, one just for myself, to be hidden from the others. grabbing my loose draw string pants from the floor, i pull them up my legs, making him grin. “making my job harder for me, hmm?”he teases, laughing when i push him along. this day is gonna be painfully long, i know that already. the thinkers are the ones made to do training now, having not a single sprinkle of experience that would help them against deviants. and with how unfortunate the world can be, it wouldn’t be a surprise if one of them was brought face to face with one of the creatures. and without training would be left frozen by fear.
making our way down the corridor, so early that breakfast is in its early stages, a lesson of cooking taking place in the kitchen. stopping in to get a cup of coffee, ikaris fixes his posture, stepping aside from the coffee pot. “isn’t it a bit early for you to be up?”he asks, gold light illuminating wisps of dark hair. “she’s accompanying me in training,”druig speaks up, shoulder against the door frame, hands in pockets. my eyes trail down his body, finding a heavy shadow in his pants. he catches me staring, tongue along his cheek, raised eyebrows in amusement as he comes toward me. “training, you?”gilgamesh asks, not particularly happy about the disruption of how to boil perfect potatoes.
druigs arm nudges against mine, trapping me between his arms as he hands me the jar of flower syrup for the milky coffee. “ajak suggested it,”he replies, his hand coming back to my waist. i watch how his adam’s apple moves when he speaks, the way his head tilts. he is driving me far beyond crazy. ikaris stares back at him, eyes dark as he grins. “so who are you fighting, then?”he asks. “best of the best,”druig replies, gilgamesh turning. “i didn’t agree to fight you,”he jokes, making me grin.
we know you’d break him in half
druig gasps, eyes resist a laugh. ikaris is not so kind, chuckling. “most would,”he replies, last thing heard before druig practically drags me along. arms finding any and every way around each other as i take breaks to have sips of coffee. “you’ll go easy on me?”he asks as we slip into the room of training, pulling the lever that lifts the pit up to a stage like structure. and though the domo isn’t really a place for doors, there is one here, closed with the graze of my hand. the only two in here for now, the others not yet awake. i imagine most of the thinkers will be here in just twenty minutes, to fight or to laugh, that is undecided. i raise my eyebrows, lifting myself onto the stage as i shake my head. i am just above him now, he stands in front of me, hands on the stone. “you won’t go easy on a poor, defenceless man?”he asks softly, tilting his head. “that’s not very kind of you.”he says.
there’s plenty of unkind things i’d do to this man, in one swift motion i have pulled him onto the stage, knocked onto his back with my foot against his chest. “ah, that was harsh.”he says, amused as he looks up at me. with a look of desire, he pulls my leg, to no avail as i stay put, grinning. he sighs, staring up at the ceiling. “why don’t you teach me?”he asks, finally standing after a moment.
fighting?
a smile comes across his features, hands in front of him. “well yes, that too.”he responds, watching as i put one leg behind the other. what landed into his dreams that’s got him so worked up? the world may never know, though i’d be lying if i said i didn’t find it attractive. he copied my stance, though he can’t remain serious, a grin fighting it’s way onto his face. “am i supposed to believe that punching and kicking a deviant is gonna save me?”he asks, eyes fixated on me.
i hum, a quick motion as i sweep his legs out from beneath him, knocking the air from his lungs. mindlessly, he kicks me, attempting to knock me over as well. but my stance is steady, grin on my face. with a loud, exaggerated sigh, i throw myself onto the ground, making him laugh. “that bad, huh?”he asks, turning on his side to look at me. “how do the rules for this work, down three seconds and it’s a win?”he asks, eyes wandering. i don’t think he understands that this isn’t a win and lose situation, it’s about improving. i shake my head, making him huff.
“it’s so terribly boring, fighting. and it is not as if i won’t be without you, you’re stronger than half of us.”he says, finding himself above me. “that is true.”i say, he kisses my forehead. “i love your voice, did you know that?”he asks, kissing my neck lightly. i grin, feeling how his hands travel. “how long, would you say, that we have before the others finally show up?”he asks, lifting my legs. hands through his thick hair, he gazes up at me.
ten minutes.
he frowns, planting another kiss on my lips. “such a shame.”he says, pressing himself against me, letting out a low sigh into my neck. “such a shame.”he repeats.
the next few hours, there was no escaping lust. hands against thighs, hands in hair, glances across the room, his arms flexing whenever given the chance. i accidentally had to fix my top a few times, taking it untucked from my pants, revealing small bits of my torso, watching how his eyes drifted from his opponents, leading him to tumble to the ground.
and when he was finally let out, well, he wasn’t too pleased to have hit the floor so many times. deciding to take the afternoon to ourselves, hardly able to keep ourselves off each other. pushed against trees, hands against throats, by the time we arrived to the limestone hideout we were well out of our minds, hardly any thoughts present other than eachother. his hands don’t take long to rid me of my shirt, taking anything and everything in sight, marks littering my chest. pushed against a column, i tug at his hair, feeling how he practically shakes in anticipation. the sun glitters against the water, sending a beautiful shine against his skin.
pushing him back, pushing him to the floor of stone, he watches me with dark eyes, following my gaze as he removes his pants. it’s funny, how easily he crumbles under my gaze. i take my place on the ground, watching him. my fingertips graze his thighs, feeling the strength inside them. everything about him is so unbearably attractive, kissing him as i straddle him, his grunt leaking into the air as he grips my hips. following his wishes, i move against him, watching how his eyes fall back in his head, his face in my hand as i make him look at me.
how he is real i do not know, surely it isn’t allowed to be so gorgeous. letting go of me, he watches, pulling at the hem of his shirt, he’s pleased when i swipe his hands away. he lets me pull it off him, loves the way i can’t help but blush at the sight of his bare chest, running my fingers along his skin. he’s so painfully attractive, his fingers looping into my pants, tugging them down until they’ve been long discarded. nails against my hips, sun shining through my eyelids as i pull at my lovers hair, his tongue long buried inside me, thighs trembling against his touch.
we will not be finished with ourselves until long after the sunlight fades into nothingness im sure, his chest colored red and purple with marks, hair beyond disheveled. sweat amongst other things covers his skin, leaving it to shine in the remnants of daylight, finished with his task when i’ve come undone, smile on his face as he wipes it with the back of his hand. “oh, my beautiful brelione, you’ve never looked so lovely.”he says, forehead pressing against mine. “too perfect for this world,”he mutters, kissing me gently as he lines himself up. “tell me, are you ready?”he asks gently, finger tips running from my temple to my cheekbone as i nod, feeling his thumb caress my jaw. he shakes his head, the sun just behind his head as it nears its disappearance, making him look like he has a halo. “tell me,”he repeats, unsatisfied.
i can’t help the smile that comes across my face, my hands back on his arms, watching how his face flushes at the feeling, glancing away for just a moment. “i’m ready, flower.”i say, watching how his eyes catch a sparkle at the nickname. he hums, careful as he moves into me. it does not hurt, an odd sensation though it is not pain, which i can’t say is expected seeing as he is beyond average. his mouth falls open as the sun finally rests behind him, sky painted fire and violet, my hands coming to his face as a press a kiss to his nose. “i love you,”he says. “i love you more,”i reply, nails grazing his back as he moans.
he shakes his head, muttering that it is not possible. his voice has taken a unique hue, every time it leaves my lips it seems to be brighter and brighter until my eyes betray me, sewn shut by pleasure. it is not long before we are but moving bodies in the dark, the air filled with the songs of our pleasure, not stopping until we are so far in that our muscles ache with enjoyment. so tired, hair clinging to our skin as warmth has spread across it so quickly, still trapped within each others arms as our pants fill the otherwise silent night.
his back an artwork of pink scratches, hips bruised by his fingertips. “we’ll go back in the morning,”i mutter into his skin. i could not walk if i tried, wrapped in each others arms we fall asleep, hoping that the others won’t come looking. eons later, the sun warms my skin again, his hand grazing my arm, kiss pressed to my temple. “is it bad that i kind of hoped they catched us?”he asks, smile pressed into my skin, nose nudging my slightly bruised neck. my throat raw from my voice used so much, tired so much that i do not want to open my eyes just yet. “you alright?”he asks, making me move over as he chuckles. with a sigh, knowing i will not win this battle between slumber and consciousness, i look to his smiling face, my finger stroking his nose gently.
“i’m just fine,”i whisper gently, finally sitting up. i swear i can still feel him inside me, standing up with a yawn as i stretch my arms, body still bare. he takes my lead, retrieving clothing that ended up so far. “as much as i wish i could stare at you like this forever, it’s not long before the others come looking,”he takes his tank top from the grounding, helping me into it, kissing my forehead. “and i don’t feel like sharing this vision with them.”he mutters, laughing when i nudge him. “i will tell them a raccoon got my back,”he says, retrieving his pants.
tags: @druigswilltolive @slytherin-shitposts @jordynanderson @uwiuwi @jordynanderson9 @i-am-the-1930s @xoxoloverb @elios-stuff
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druigswhores · 2 years
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No one asked but Charithra Chandran aka Edwina Sharma from Bridgerton is probably how I’d picture Theia to be, I don’t describe Theia’s features as much because I want her to be up to your interpretation but this is how I picture her <33
Here is the gold rush series !!
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moonlight-prose · 2 years
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All the fics I have written and plan to write for Druig will go here! Please read the warnings beforehand. Enjoy!
Under no circumstances can you steal my work, copy it somewhere else, or say it is yours. The writings I put on here are mine unless stated otherwise.
smut =🔥| angst = 💫 | fluff = 🌙
Eternally Yours (series) | 18+🔥| ao3
Summary: Thousands of years ago, you came to the planet known as earth in search of your purpose. Only to find him.
You're as Beautiful as Endless | 18+🔥
Summary: He left after making a vow to always remain. now you were left with the choice of forgiving him or leaving once and for all.
Like the Dawn | 18+🔥| UPCOMING
Summary: You met him in a flower field of all places and fell head over heels from there.
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mxltifxnd0m · 2 years
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i’m itching to make a druig series rn
so i might make it soon, just got to make an outline and think about how many chapters it’ll be
and since it’s my fanfic i’m bending the timeline and canon so there might be some surprises in store 😏
i’m taking inspiration from some druig fics i’ve read before but hopefully it turns out good!
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heartofwritiing · 2 years
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Druig x fairy!reader aesthetic
one shot, coming soon.
playlist
✨🧚🏻‍♀️🌷🌙🥀
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livsoulsecrets · 1 year
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#INTJ characters: It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me
Audio: floreaudios (tiktok)
Scenepacks: puppyanan resources, Lvmosstar, ariana pirzad, cc scenes, logoless multi, wxbarnes, obricns, Artz.film (youtube)
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welldonebeca · 1 year
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Apex Predator - Masterlist
Summary: Ajak tells Ikaris it is in Arishem’s plans to make their team more than just a group or a family, but a pack. As their Alpha, it is their place to guide his Omegas. Aka: Alpha Ikaris fucks every woman in the group (except for Sprite). Series Warning: Porn with a little bit of plot to justify it. Smut. Polyamory. Threesome. Praising kink. Breeding Kink. A/B/O Au. More.
If you like my work, consider buying me a coffee or subscribing to my Patreon. It’s just $2 a month and helps a lot while I go through these hard times.
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Chapter 1 - Ikaris x Sersi on Patreon (17th of January on Tumblr)
Chapter 2 -  Ikaris x Ajak on Patreon (24th of January on Tumblr) 
Chapter 3 - Ikaris x  Makkari (+ Druig) on Patreon (31st of January on Tumblr)
Chapter 4 - Ikaris x Thena on Patreon (7th of February on Tumblr)
Chapter 5 (Surprise chapter) on Patreon (14th of February on Tumblr) 
Taglist is open!
"Apex Predator" was posted on my Patreon back in September! To read it now and have early access to my stories, consider subscribing! It's just $2 a month, and it helps me a lot to go through these hard times.
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movie-magic · 1 year
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keepingupwseries · 2 years
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Eternals - Thena
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alohastyles-x · 2 years
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𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Druig Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist | Wattpad |
🍆 - 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 | 🖤 - 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 | 🌸 - 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 | ‼️ - 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 | ❣️ - 𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 | 🔪🩸 - 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 / 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 |
Part one 🌸
Part two 🖤
Part Three 🌸
Part Four🔪🌸
Part Five🔪🍆🖤‼️🌸
Part Six 🔪🍆🖤
Part Seven🌸🍆‼️
Part Eight 🔪🍆🖤‼️
Final Part 🖤‼️
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brelione · 2 years
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maybe the two of you were destined to clash, druig the one to read and control minds of humans, you made to control and create animals and their habitats. or maybe the perfect match, together able to control the entire world. but for two people made to be a perfect match you didn’t really speak to the others too often, not because they were rude or because you were afraid, you just preferred to watch them. as did he, the two of you finding yourselves sitting and watching, laid back in seats in phastos’ lab, admiring the world. it became routine, just being in each others presence. he didn’t really speak of anything, probably because he could simply read anything he wanted to know. watching the sky, memorizing the stars, finding the bright planets that were so far away. the air was only slightly cold on this night, just enough that you were in need of a jacket, big and brown, holding onto the little notebook and pen in the pockets. feeling bold on this night, finding the two of you alone at the domo was just a plus, the others all at a party somewhere don’t in the town, the firey lights visible from here. hands come around your shoulders, would’ve scared you if you were human. “what are you doing all alone out here?”he asks, one of very few sentences he had ever spoken to you. it surprises you almost, the sound of his voice so close. how his arms feel so warm, finally breaking the ice between you two. “is it true that you can read minds?”you ask, completely unrelated to the question he has just asked. but having held back a hundred questions in the last thirty years of being on this planet, you had so much to say. he chuckles, a sound so sweet and heavy as his hands move down, around your waist, his body rocks lightly, taking yours with him, both of you swaying lightly. “yeah, it’s true. and is it true, darling, that you control this world? animals and plants and whatnot?”he asks, eyebrows raised in question though he already knows the answers. having swallowed his questions for so long, learning that you weren’t very social, he followed your lead, hoping for some sort of event that would bring on chances to speak to you. you nod, hoping that your fluster doesn’t show on your face. you hum, bringing a short lived silence. “what am i thinking?”you ask, turning to face the eternal. he looks better than usual, hair slightly messy, arms exposed in his sleeveless shirt, dark pants that do not help to conceal the excitement that lays between his legs. around his neck is a simple chain, one that you had given him, simply dropped it over his shoulder. how many words had you exchanged without communicating? a smirk comes across his face, eyes showing gold and bright as another chuckle hits his throat. “oh, nasty girl.”he smiles, bringing your hair back slowly. “you’re thinking about how badly you want to see me naked.”he smiles, finding humor in how your face flushes, how your eyes come wide from a moment, glancing away. everything about you has driven him mad, so much so he could hardly form words, his confident facade crumbling to nothing in your presence. your eyes, how beautiful they were, how much emotion coursed through your irises, your smile, the way you walked, how innocent you were and how badly he wanted to ruin it. he’d be lying if he said his mind wasn’t covered in fantasies of taking you under the moonlight, over and over and over again until sunrise. and now, well, and now it was coming together just before his eyes. but what he doesn’t expect, he doesn’t expect you to be all so flirtatious. “true, i was. and what are you gonna do about it, druig?”you asked, standing just a foot away. a smile comes across his face, looking back to the domo. “i’m so glad you asked.”he replies.
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mxltifxnd0m · 2 years
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finally worked on some of my druig series!
i hadn’t worked on it for about 2 months but i found some motivation to continue it
it’s a slow progress but i’m getting there!!
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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 3 months
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Marvel Masterlist
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Series:
You’re Not My Spiderman
Summary: After a strange incident involving a light in an alley, you encounter Spiderman, only to realise… he’s not your Spiderman.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 (Finished series)
Peripatetic
Only available on Wattpad
Oneshots:
Dating Peter Parker (TASM) would include... Power Couple Poison Late Night Cuddle With Peter She Fell First But He Fell Harder
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Series
Hashtag Heroes (Social Media AU)
Summary: Just the Avengers messing around on Twitter
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Oneshots:
Together Forever
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MCU!PETER PARKER Dating Peter Parker (MCU) would include... DRUIG Connections STEVE ROGERS Madam President WANDA MAXIMOFF A New Reality WANDA MAXIMOFF & NATASHA ROMANOFF Cuddling after a long day at work
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heartofwritiing · 2 years
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Well, almost 12 hours of sketching this out and its wow. im like kinda speachless at my own art, i didn’t know i was this capable of doing somthing like this. im extremely proud of it and need to step away from my i pad for a few days whooh! 😆 Ive wanted to make a comic for a such a long time and I feel like this could be better but I love how it turned out regardless!
this is based off of a three part fanfiction series called final stand by @redheadspark !
definitely go check out her fics, they’re amazing and the inspiration for this piece of art! ☺️ 
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