#druig x self insert

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Marvel Preferences - With A Gamer GF

Bucky - Bucky is a bit of a classic gamer. He can handle an arcade game like no one you’ve ever seen. When you introduce him to the world of at home gaming he is very intrigued. The first few times you show him he simply sits back and watches happily. He enjoys seeing you in your element. Later he asks if he can try. You gladly give up the controller, watching him pick up the game like a fish to water. He’s so good at it. However, he still prefers the classics. So after that he’d rather just sit and watch and go to the arcade from time to time. 

Loki - At first Loki finds your games quite silly. When he sees you playing and you explain to him what you’re doing he would turn his nose up a bit. “Games are for children.” He comments absentmindedly before leaving the room. However he couldn’t help but watch one night and what he saw really impressed him. You moved through the levels with such ease and comfortability that he couldn’t help but stay to watch. After that night, he was hooked. He never wants to play with you but he’s become quite fond of watching. He even praises you often when you beat a level or achieve a task. 

Tony - Tony is a bit of a gamer himself. Not nearly as in depth as you but he knows his way around a controller. He used to love first person shooters. He was actually quite good at them too. However, after what happened in New York he’s been a bit skittish around the more violent games. It feels too immersive sometimes. That’s when you introduce him to some cozier games. He finds that he enjoys gaming much more when there’s not so much pressure. He really likes Minecraft. He could sit there and build with you for hours. The two of you now have a standing Minecraft date every Friday night. 

Steve - Steve is super confused by your games at first. When he sees the high definition graphics and the complex set of tasks he’s kind of blown away, commenting how impressive it is that you can keep track of everything. Wanting to immerse him in your favorite pastime you try to warm him up to playing with you. The first time he actually gets a bit frustrated when he can’t figure it out. However, pretty soon he picks it up and plays with you from time to time. Now you switch off between watching and playing, finding it a delightful way to spend time together. Although he doesn’t admit it, he’d much rather just watch you play rather than picking up a controller for himself. 

Frank - Frank is actually a big gamer himself. He loves to relax on the couch at the end of a tough week and mindlessly play a violent video game. It wasn’t until he met you that he discovered other types of games. He’s warmed up to other genres although his favorite is still the classic first person shooters. The two of you always find time to curl up together and play a game. He’s very lovey when you’re playing together. He’ll usually have you situated between his legs, wrapping his arms around your waist as he maneuvers the controller. It’s his favorite when you play shooter games with him. There’s something about seeing you so expertly handle a gun in game that just does something to him. He loves gaming even more after meeting you. Something about that time together is very special to him. 

Stephen - Stephen does not game. He finds the whole notion kind of below him. He would never deny you something that made you happy though. So he does try. There have been a handful of occasions where he’s sat and watched you play although in all instances he ended up falling asleep on the couch. There have also been a handful of times when you’ve both played together. He indulges you just because he loves you so much but it’s not something that happens very often. When it does he usually quits within an hour, finding some excuse to be done early. He’d much rather just leave you to yourself when you’re gaming, letting you do what makes you happy without any kind of interruption. 

Vision - Vision is naturally a whiz at games. It’s not his favorite hobby but there are definitely times when he is in the mood to game with you. He likes puzzle games the best. Anything that engages the mind. He loves watching you work out the complex rules and steps in order to win. Your intelligence is incredibly attractive to him so seeing your beautiful sexy brain in action is absolutely peak for him. Although for him, a good majority of the games you play are somewhat boring to him since he finds them so simple. His favorite moments are when he is cooking dinner and can watch you playing your game from the kitchen as he works. It’s the perfect amount of stimulation and entertainment for him. He’d much rather do that. 

Druig - Druig does like to game with you. He gets very competitive when he does though. Part of you loves it and part of you hates it. It doesn’t matter what the game is, he can always find a way to make a competition out of it. If you’re playing a first person shooter, he’ll bet you he can kill more bad guys than you. If it’s a puzzle game, he guarantees he can solve the puzzle faster than you. If it’s a farming game, he’s sure that he’ll grow more crops than you do. It’s all in a joking spirit though. He never actually means to compete with you. He just finds your huffy little reactions quite entertaining. It’s especially fun when you get into the spirit of it with him, trying to beat him at whatever challenge he’s given you at that moment. 

Dane - Dane is really bad at games but he’s got the spirit. It’s always so delightful when you watch him playing a game. It’s never frustrating or hindering. You just patiently guide him through the tasks, watching intently as he completes them one at a time. You find that farming games are really good to play with him. He’s better at those than any other kind of game. You just give him one task at a time. As he completes a task he’ll happily ask what he can do next. It’s kind of funny sometimes but you would never tell Dane how bad he is. You just keep letting him think he’s a game whiz and enjoying his company as the two of you play together. It’s also nice when he scoots close by your side and links arms with you as you play. 

@buckyhoney @paintballkid711 @the-mechanical-angel @readsalot73 @roxypeanut @sheerfreesia007 @ahopelessromanticwritersworld @balenciagabucky @fireinmoonshot  @greenorangevioletgrass @star-spangled-man @unearthlydust @crispyimagines17 @clints-lucky-arrow @waspswidows​​​

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[heartofwritiing]

idk who i ship more at this point..

druig x markkari

druig x me

or

druig x clío

🤷🏻‍♀️😆

@redheadspark

#druig x reader #druig x makkari #druig x clío #redheadsparks #my mutuals #fanfiction #yeah i said self insert and what about it? XD

[slothgiirl]

@raely-study ty sm💖💖💖 ur so sweet 🥰 im glad all the research paid off ! i had a lot of fun writing this series and trying to keep a coherent character even through every reincarnation which is sort or funny trying to keep the self insert reader consistent and not ooc. i almost feel like every chapter can be read as a oneshot (mb?) but they also build on each other and there is an over arching plot tho its very much druig x reader centric ahhh ty sm for ur comment it made my day

#replies.

[sidehustlesoc]

Soft side

Soft side

Druig x self insert

Description: Watching a sad movie with Druig and he is a little more sensitive than I thought

Warnings: me

"STOP IT!!!!!!! THAT HURTS!" My screams echoed through Druig's house. We were all visiting, Makkari, Thena, and I. We were on our mission of helping other Eternals. So far our impact was well received. Often we had help from a special someone. Meaning Aros, brother of thanos. In actuality he isn't special, but he totally flirts with me. I find it flattering. But I have a boyfriend. A long distance boyfriend.

Sometimes it gives me anxiety, panic, sadness, hardship, ect. But I love him and I will make it work. I was a bit disappointed he didn't ask me to live with him in his house. But I let it go and moved on.

Druig suddenly ran into the room where the three girls were. Makkari on top of me, tickling mercilessly. Thena on one of the two beds, silently reading a book. He sighs in relief that I am unharmed.

"I thought someone was dying. Geez." He chuckles, his voice thick with exhaustion. Makkari gets off and helps me to sit up in th bed. We are staying in his guest room.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be loud. Well, I meant to scream, but I didn't mean to wake you. I'll be quieter!!" I laugh, still scared by Makkari. She is cuddled into my side like a child and I pet her hair in a motherly fashion.

"Its alright, I was just resting. You guys can be loud or whatever. I just was worried about you love." Druig chuckles. He walks towards the bed and shoos Makkari. She hurts and moves next to Thena. He sets himself next to me and leans his head on my shoulder.

"Ooh, we should watch a movie!" I say cheerfully. Everyone agrees to my idea and we try to decide on something. I excitedly head to the living room, the others following. Makkari dangles off the recliner and Thena carefully sits down on the end of the couch. Druig sits opposite end of Thena, making sure to leave room for me. I eagerly set myself on the floor in front of the TV stand, which contains the movies.

"Why are all your movies broing?" I whine to my boyfriend. Makkari jumps beside my spot on the ground. She nods and eyes Druig.

Where are the romcoms? Makkari signs. I burst into a fit of laughter as Druig rolls his eyes and stands. He reaches to a shelf above the hanging TV. I was a bit surprised the first time I came to his new house to find the size of the TV.

Druig pulls down a large box. He opens it with a hidden key and places it in front of us, kneeling to our level. It is full of romance movies. Makkari and I make eye contact above his knee led body, both of us trying not to burst into laughter.

I didn't know he liked that sort of thing. Makkari signs, biting her trembling lip. My breath rises and falls quicker and quicker as I restrain my giggles.

"Oh honey." I say, bursting into a large fit of laughter. I try to contain the sound with my hand but fail.

"T-There for you...when you visit." Druig rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. His face is as red as a tomato and he sighs.

"Druig I think its cite to have a soft side!" I tease him.

"Pick a movie babe." He rolls his eyes. I look through the box and me and Makkari decide to watch the notebook.

"Great, I can't wait to watch you all cry."

~

At the end of the movie Thena was laughing, Makkari 'used the bathroom' at least 12 times, I was sad but I didn't cry, and Druig had the waterworks. He tried to act like he wasn't sobbing but he sure was.

"Oh baby, its okay!!" I try to comfort him. We are curled up under a cozy blanket, my body flailed over his. He puts his head in the crook of my neck to hid his damp face. I feel the cold tears soaking into my skin. I restrain the laughter and wrap my arms around him. He cuddles into me for awhile until he has pulled himself together. 

“See who’s soft?” he laughs trying to cover the crack in his voice by clearing his throat. I laugh at him briefly.

“Not you’re not, my big tough guy.” 

#Druig #druig x self insert #druig imagine #druig fanfiction #druig eternals #druig fic #druig x me #marvel #marvel x self #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #self' #me' #marvel mcu #mcu phase 4 #marvel phase 4 #marvel fics

[ohcaptains]

on this day in history;

or, the prologue to History Buff. 

pairing. druig x eternal!female! reader warnings. sexually explicit lang, public sex? kind of, female receiving oral and penetration, pussy slapping (yep) female receiving choking and...i dunno just pls read at ur own risk. an. girlies...this is not historically accurate i did not exist during tudor england but we move. this acts as the prologue to history buff, which yall should read first, or not do what u want i guess. also, thank u sm for the love on this series i am emo about it all 

PROLOGUE // PART ONE // PART TWO 

synopsis. on this day in history, druig stole the famous tudor diamond, belonging to henry, prince of wales. then he fucked you in it while they tried to get it back.

18th February 1504.

The pair of you had been together for thousands of years. 1504 was just another year, in just another century. Another year to sightsee. 

On this day in history, Prince Henry was formally created Prince of Wales. Henry VII was king, and for the event of Prince Henry’s new title, he held a ball at Richmond Palace. Druig and you had left Peru for a while – wanted to see what was happening with the world while you lived in the off-the-grid peace and serenity of your compound. 

Turns out, a lot. 

The palace was alive with friends of the King and Prince Henry, dancing to the orchestra playing light and jaunty music. The pair of you were standing off to the side watching the dancing. Watching Prince Henry mingle with the guests, Catherine of Aragon trailing after him.

Druig sipped his wine from next to you, “Is he actually the prince of Wales though? Like what does that mean?”

He hovered above you, never far from sight. He’d introduced you to everybody as his wife, as ‘immortal lover’ wasn’t really an acceptable title. So, he was doing his ‘Husbandly duties’ (As he’d called them) by never leaving your side. Eyeing anybody who was eyeing you, his intense stare keeping them far away.

You shrugged, sipping your wine. “I dunno, there’s nice wine though.” Druig snorted, “Is that why we’re here, for the wine?” “We’re here because we were invited, you know, as we’re noble.”

Druig had used his powers to blag your way in. Said that he was a distant cousin, royalty, a noble person, whatever that meant. To them, it meant introducing the pair of you to everybody who would listen. They’d just finally let you be. “Rigggght right right, noble.” He motioned to himself, “explains why I’m wearing ruffles.” You frowned up at him in response. “You look nice,” you pouted. Druig tugged at his outfit, “I look stupid.” “You look nice,” you pressed, nudging him with your hip, which was nestled somewhere underneath the thick layers of your dress. You weren’t lying, he did look nice, with his low-neck white chemise, breeches style trousers and doublet jacket. He was even wearing a sword. It was strapped to the right side of his waist, glinting in the candlelight.

He caught you giving him a once over, and his mouth curved into a cheeky grin. You looked up at him just as he leaned into you, blue eyes wild with mischief. Your face immediately lit up upon seeing his smile. He wiggled his brows at you, “you wanna get under my ruffles?”

His eyes glinted blue; lips strained pink. You focused on his lips as you slowly sipped on your wine. Then, glanced at his eyes again. Carried on tasting your wine while you repeated the motion, hiding your growing smile in your cup while Druig’s face heated. You liked doing that, communicating through silence, and it seemed to work because he licked his lips and began chewing on them – evidently flustered from your gaze. You watched him raise his brows, dip lower and tilt his head. “Are you eye fucking me right now? In front of the King of England?”

His words always had an immediate effect on you, and this was no different as you felt your belly flip over. Felt a rush of adrenaline flood through you. It didn’t matter that the feeling was familiar, it was thrilling all the same. You liked it when he teased you. Switched his tone to something mischievous — loved it, even. The fun came in pretending you didn’t though. Looking away, trying to hide its effect. Druig leaned in closer, his eyes glinting. He tilted his head the other way. “In front of the monarch? And his son?” His face was so close that you were breathing his air. Feeling his warmth, his body brushing against yours. His eyes widened in mock surprise, “And his soon to be wife?” he whispered, tone awestruck. He silently gasped and covered his mouth. Whenever he got like that, time had taught you that it was best to let him finish. He shook his head, “Sweetheart…” and he stood back and put his hands on his hips. “I don’t recognise you.”

A smile was bubbling at the back of your throat. “Tudor England and you’re still like this.”

“You’re the one that was giving me the eyes.”

“Which eyes?”

His hand came into view, and you let it consume your jaw, his fingers gently squishing your cheeks. With his hand, he tilted your head back and looked at you from under his lashes, “These eyes.”

Your stomach tightened. The feeling went straight to your gut — made you clench your thighs together; made your fingers tighten around your cup. As he carried on studying you, heat rushed to your cheeks. He could always sense it. Could smell it, even, see it on your face -- or in the way you’d begin to fidget. Standing there, with your fingers pushing into your palms, then fiddling with the fabric of your dress.

You knew it was because of his power, his ability to sense people’s thoughts, but something deep inside of you believed it was because you were linked, through heaven and earth. Connected, not through choice, but destiny. Like when he touched you, and your skin went electric, then he would let go, and it would turn empty again, quiet, just waiting for him to touch you again. 

He let go of your face. Began looking around the banquette hall to around to see if anybody saw. When he turned back to you, you were looking up at him, all dreamy-eyed. The feeling of it ran through you, the glazed look, out of focus, but still focusing on him.

You licked your lips, and rose your brow, asking, first, with a quirk of your lips. Then, “These eyes?”

Sometimes you wondered how you got here. How you had moulded a place for the pair of you in time. In history. How history would mould you. And Druig would look at you, sniff a laugh and say, My love, we’re history makers. The look that he was wearing when he’d said those words was on his face now. 

You felt his fingers brush yours for a second, then they took your hand. That electric feeling was there again. He had never looked more beautiful than he did then. Wearing his costume for the evening, wearing the sword that had won hundreds of battles, holding your hand in his and saying, “follow me.”

The pair of you burst through the heavy doors and into the hallway. You glanced around, taking in the lavish red and gold furnishings, the thick patterned rug, and paintings of old kings, but no guards. “Okay, looks like there is—”

It was amazing, how quick Druig could move. Before you could finish your sentence or even your thought, your back was against the hallway wall and his lips, moulded to yours. Gentle at first, like he always was with you. Testing the waters, even if just for a second. He tasted warm, like wine, and the accompanying gasp that left your throat from his speed was cut off when he held you there, rubbing his thumb against your jugular.

Not squeezing, just resting, holding you steady. Kissing Druig was always a holy act. An act of God, whether it was a chaste peck or a stolen kiss in a palace hallway, with a painting of Henry V staring down at you. His touch at your waist was light from over your tight corset. Okay, you thought.

You wanted to open your eyes. Wanted to see him, see his wild black hair and thick eyelashes, wanted to see him kissing you in the hallway of Richmond palace, then do the right thing and put a stop to it. But the feel of him against you was all-consuming. 

The hand at his stomach that you’d thought to push him away with, closed around his thin white chemise. You wanted it off, wanted it all off, wanted him against you in a locked room, or even here. With the way he was kissing you right now, all tongue and precision, you’d easily let him take you against the wall. Push your skirts up and open you wide, fill you up, groan your name so loud that all the dead kings and queens could hear.

Okay, you thought. Then, “okay,” you breathed. Mouth opened against him, fingers struggling to find the beginning of his trousers. If you’d have looked up, you would have seen Druig staring down at you, lust-filled eyes brilliant and alive, lips were swollen with you, from you. 

But you didn’t, and you didn’t hear the door opening from down the hall either. Druig’s hands stopped yours. You snapped your head to him to see what the matter was, but he was looking away. Looking at the man coming towards you, carrying a stack of papers.

When the man’s eyes zeroed in, he gave you a wary look. Panic shot through you, thinking about all the possible eventualities from this event. Then his eyes glowed gold. You looked at Druig. His eyes were the same shade. “Keep on walking,” he ordered, “you didn’t see anything.”

The man passed by without a word. Mesmerised, you looked to Druig. It didn’t matter how often you had seen him use his powers; it was always exhilarating.   When the unwanted guest left the hallway, Druig took your hand. “Let’s find a door with a lock.”

Halfway down the hallway, Druig had gotten distracted. He’d wandered into an open office and told you to stay at the door as a lookout.

“Druig, what is it? let’s go,” you whispered, motioning him out of the room. You couldn’t see what he was doing in there, but it didn’t take him long, because he was out in thirty seconds flat, a shit-eating grin marring his face. 

Cheeks red with the thrill of it all, he took your hand again and said, “come on,” like you were the one getting side-tracked. He dragged you down the hall for about a metre before you stopped, “me come on?” and screwed your face up. “You’re the one who got distracted,” you stated, eyes annoyed.

Druig opened the random door beside you, “God woman, you can never keep quiet, can you?” and before you could complain, he pulled you into the nearby room, shut the door and turned the key. You stumbled in, still frustrated. You threw your hands up, ready to rage at him, “thousands of years and you’re still an aggravating as—"

“I got you a present.”

You gasped, “You got me a present?”

All previous anger was dispelled. Druig wasn’t fazed by your quick change of emotions – he was used to it at that point. He nodded, hands behind his back. He motioned his head behind you, “Go stand in front of the mirror.”

And from his pocket, he slipped something glistening in the candlelight. Green and bright, perhaps the shiniest thing you’ve ever seen. His fingers pinched each end and he wrapped it around your shoulders, letting you see the diamonds drooping from its main string of jewels. Wordlessly, he attached it around the back of your neck. Royalty watched down on the pair of you, him behind you in the mirror, you, reaching up to touch the necklace, a snapshot in time. Words failed. 

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Druig whispered. You saw, rather than felt his fingers curl over your shoulders – too busy feeling the weight of the necklace to feel anything else. It begged to be looked at, too. If you could have looked at anything else, you would be noticing Druig resting his cheek on the side of your head, smiling into your hair. “Nice?” you finally whispered. With your fingers running over the jewels, you shook your head. “It’s…”

You met his eyes in the mirror. “…we can’t keep it.” “You worry too much.” “Druig, it probably cost thousands of Gold coins to be made.” He scrunched his face up, “Okay? And look how good you look in it, worth more than money.”

You did look good in it. It complemented the softness of your skin, the glint in your eye and the shine in your hair. It was completely breathtaking – a long, choker-like string of diamonds with a large Emerald centred in the middle, attached by a line of jewels. Beside it lay similar jewels, hanging off the main string, but no diamond as large as the one in the middle. That was worth hundreds alone. 

“When I saw it in the room beside this one…” his fingers slipped around your waist, large palms splaying over the material, heating you from above the thick fabric. His mouth got closer to your ear, and his warm breath forced you into him, begging for more. In the mirror, you saw yourself get pulled closer to him and just as quick, the top of his sword jabbed into your back. “I thought, that’s going on my girl’s neck.”

“You act as if this world belongs to us.” His mouth erupted into a teasing, broad smile, and his voice resembled warm wine when he drawled, “does it not?”

His voice haunted your dreams. Flooded through your body like a shot of adrenaline. Drove you crazy, most days, forced you completely against him, now, with his hands around your waist and your head resting on his shoulder. “You can walk out of here with it on, and nobody would dare say a word.” Reflected in the mirror, his finger trailed up your stomach, slowly, moving with lazy precision. 

“Nobody would dare touch you,” he whispered, then flicked his baby blues to the mirror and smirked, big and wide, dancing his finger over your cleavage. You sucked in a breath. “Except me,” he finished. “That goes without saying,” you rushed out; his responding chuckle echoed throughout your soul. “You got that right Acushla.”

That name, that fucking name. Thousands of endearing terms and that was your favourite, the one he knew made your heart soar, made you go all liquid and alive. His hand flattened out on your collarbones, moved up and up, over the prized jewels and around your throat. He grinned, “you’re giving me the eyes again.”

“God,” you sobbed, and twisted in his grip, wrapping your arms about his neck and kissing him, full of wanting and need. His chuckle of surprise filled your ears and it drove you on, made you shove your body against him like you wanted to become him, climb inside his body and live there amongst his contained chaos. All warm and fuzzy, slick with his permeating desire. His puffy pink lips tasted like wine, bitter with berries, bursting with body, but it was his tongue that you got drunk on as he slipped it into your mouth. 

All this from a little theft. It’s just a necklace, you told yourself, just a stupid necklace, and then you weren’t thinking anymore, because Druig had his hand on your throat again and he was using it to steer you against the desk. 

The books and sheets of paper fell to the floor as you pushed yourself on it, the fabric of your dress big and bulky, but Druig managed to slip between your legs nonetheless. Between kisses, his voice punctuated, “hate this century, its fashion makes it so hard to fuck you on the go.”

The laugh that burst from your mouth was loud and uncontained. Druig pushed your ruffles back. “The Greeks had the right idea,” he grumbled, white tuffs being pushed into view, and you grabbed it all, collecting it all around your waist. The cool air hit your bare thighs, then met your lack of undergarments. 

He used his body to keep the fabric pushed between you, then met your mouth again with a pleased grin. “All you wore then was a sheet of fabric,” he remembered, looking down at you from under his lashes. His eyes went glossy with the memory, “that was when the world knew true peace.”

“Ugh, shut up,” and you kissed him again, took the back of his head and pulled him against you, his sword knocking against the top of your thigh, made you wiggle your legs around him wider, and something else long and hard pushed against you. As your mouth opened in surprise, his tongue slipped in again and he kissed you like a madman, all slick with his desperate need to touch you, like he wanted to consume you. 

So eager, so filled with yearning for you that your skin heated, belly tightened, the ache between your legs forcing you to clip your knee around his ass and push him into you further. His mouth filled with the sound of your moan, loud, obsessed, dripping with obscenity, so filthy that Druig grabbed your neck and pushed you flat against the desk with it.

You gasped, hands instantly coming round to grab his wrist as the ceiling of the office came into view. “Shit, what,” you whispered, dizzy eyes rolling to find Druig standing above you, lazily smirking. 

You felt the jewels push into his hand, couldn’t see them anymore, just the length of Druig’s muscular forearm as it held you in place. Chest heaving, thighs tense, you drunkenly blinked up at him. “S’always like this with you, isn’t it? So easy to manipulate.”

The desk was cool against your burning body. Something hard dug into your shoulder, probably a book or something, but you were far too busy trying to calm down to notice. Your pussy ached, begged to be touched and you swear you could feel it spreading its slick need over the edge of the desk, this random man’s desk and you imagined its owner coming in and finding you here, spread open with Druig choking you out.

Wordlessly, you begged to be touched, rose your hips up into the air, dying for something, some friction, just to quell the twinge. He answered your pleas with the tips of his fingers, brushing over your mound. “Oh please,” you cried, but Druig didn’t hear you or didn’t care, because he moved his fingers away from you. “Like my own little toy, huh? My little plaything.”

“Druig,” you choked, and he squeezed tighter. Just a little tug, controlled, careful with you. Your fingers dug into his wrist, leaving red nail marks over his fair skin. “What is it, pretty girl? You want it now?”

“Yes, yes.” Your pussy clenched and you raised your hips again, felt its wet heat dripping down your thighs and ass, so god damn desperate. It was always like this with you, always. 

Sometimes Druig quickly gave you what you wanted, but most times he dragged it out of you, slowly, painfully, because he liked playing with you, like seeing how far he could take it, seeing just out wild and crazy you’d get with it, where you’d go, to see what you’d say, the sounds you’d make, like now, as he slapped your wet cunt and your back arched, an eager sound bursting from your throat. 

You heard it echo through the room, your soaked skin, the choking sound you made as you tried to close your legs but couldn’t, so instead you gasped, and your brain snapped to a familiar mode, “please, please Druig, please.” “Ahh, that’s it. Didn’t even have to ask, knew it was in that big brain of yours. My smart girl.” You nodded at his words because that’s all you could do. All you could do instead of begging and wailing and yeah, you could take his arm off of you and take what you wanted, but that wasn’t how things went now, was it? Druig had wormed himself into your head and made it bleed his name. Finally, he slipped his fingers into your wet heat and began rubbing at you. Lazily, but in controlled circles, pushing at your clit and making you wheeze. Your eyes pushed shut; all you could hear was the drenched sound of you, your heavy breathing, Druig’s little coos of appreciation and the loud sound of music coming from downstairs. The rumble of the guests talking and violins and pianos, cheering as glasses clinked together and then you whimpering as his touches built up and he hit a nerve, forced your hips up and into his hand as your want leaked out of you. 

But then, warmth. 

You blinked open and raised your head, saw Druig standing between your legs as a trail of spit dribbled from his mouth and went between your legs, and you felt it slide from your clit and down your slit. “Jesus Christ,” you breathed. Druig’s eyes snapped to yours, bright and feral, cheeks flushed and he beamed, all smiles. Didn’t say a word as he released your neck and bent his head down, grabbed your thighs and spread you wider.

You swiftly pawed at your dress, pulling it back so he could get better access and then his mouth was on your clit, his tongue tasting his spit and you, leaking into his mouth now. Black filled your vision as your eyes rolled into your head. Blood roared in your ears, the sound of the piano distant and faint, you could barely hear yourself sobbing, saying, please, even though you’d gotten what you wanted. Would always get it, with him. Like a new god damn necklace. 

You remembered telling him that, years ago.

Saying god I want a nice necklace, doesn’t even have to be fancy and now you’ve got a giant emerald sitting on your chest. It made you weep, then Druig’s mouth made you whine, made you grind your pussy into his mouth, begging for more. “Stop squirming,” he ordered, words muffled from your skin. He clenched his hands around your thighs to stop you from moving, then pushed one into your stomach, stopping your back from rising. 

You wanted to get a look at him. Wanted to see his dark tufts of hair between your legs and his tongue, spreading you open, but your arms were like jelly -- couldn’t lean on your elbows.

But you felt him, anyway, felt him nuzzle his big nose against your clit and shove his tongue into your aching hole. “Oh fuck!” you cried. Druig’s hand shot out and covered your mouth. He laughed into you, the sound going straight to your clit. You covered his hand with your own. 

“That was loud,” he stated simply. It was loud, you could still hear it echoing in your ears and in the distance, you heard a low rumble of voices. Druig got up from your legs, then pulled his hands from your mouth. “What?” you asked, resting onto your elbows. They ached with the pressure. “They’re coming,” he stated simply. Then reached down and popped the button of his breeches. You fully sat up now, still holding your dress at your waist. “Who, who’s coming?” you frowned. Druig looked at you, his mouth puffy and wet. It twitched, seeing your big eyes and blown pupils. You were so dazed that you hadn’t noticed him pulling his trousers down. He moved closer and held your cheek in his hand, looking at your lips as he spoke. “They’re coming to see what the noise was. Can you not hear them?”

No, you couldn’t hear them. Could barely hear anything over the ringing in your ears, the beating of your heart, Jesus, your body was its own orchestra with how far he’d wound you. Panic seized you, but Druig didn’t seem all that bothered. He pushed your dress back as you looked around wildly. “Well, we have to go!” you exclaimed. “Yeah, in a bit.” He shrugged his shoulders, got even closer. “In a bit?” you frowned. “What if they come in?” “The doors locked.” “How will we get out?”

He didn’t answer you. Just pushed your thighs open again, fidgeted you around while you looked at him as if he was crazy. “Druig how--” “Hey,” he said, grabbing your cheeks. His heated blue eyes found yours. You saw him now, fully. Saw the fierceness in his pupils, how his cheeks bloomed pink and wet lips coiled with want. 

The ticking of his vein in his jaw, the clench of it, too, as he tried to control himself. He rose his chin, then rose his brows. His previous words flowed through you: you can walk out of here with it on, and nobody would dare say a word. For a second, you forgot how true that was. His voice brought you back to him, “You with me?” he whispered. Yes, forever and always. 

You nodded quickly, nodded so fast it gave you whiplash and Druig grinned, kissed you with his wet mouth and you tasted the musk of you, the tang of him and then you felt his fingers between your legs, spreading your wetness over you. 

Then, wordlessly, he started to tug at himself, spreading you on him. You pulled the fabric of your dress as far up as you could, could just about see his length, hard and heavy and then it didn’t matter anymore, because he was slipping it inside of you, the position letting you feel him completely.

Oh god, okay, you thought. Then you couldn’t think anymore because Druig was pulling your legs around him and fucking up into you, his groin brushing against your clit and his sword, jabbing into your thigh. You pulled it from its sheath and the glint of its sharp edges filled your vision before you let it clang to the floor. You heard yourself, the suck of your pussy and then you heard him, groaning into your neck.

Saying, that’s it, that’s my girl and you kissed him, desperate to taste his words on your tongue and swallow them. You felt so full, so deliciously full, the feeling so overwhelming that you didn’t notice the sound of people talking getting louder, the music quieting and suddenly Druig had you on your back and was using the top of your corset to hold onto as he fucked up into you. 

You were so wet. 

It dripped down your thighs, made your pussy squelch as he rolled his hips up into the spongey part of you and you couldn’t keep quiet, couldn’t just shut the fuck up and take it and you were panting, hands gripping at his at your tits as they bounced, moving from his unrelenting pace. 

You were wild with it. Wild with the feel of his cock splitting you open and the look on his face, all scrunched together, mouth open as he groaned, forehead pushed together as his eyebrows raised like he couldn’t believe how good you felt around him. 

Clenching at his dick, eyes blissed out and his name a constant sound on your lips – Druig, Druig, druigdruig druig yes, there. Right there, oh my god.

A loud banging at the door forced you out of your trance.

You turned to it and saw it rattling in its hinges. Druig didn’t even slow down. No, he snarled, then began fucking you faster, his merciless rhythm causing heat to pool at your clit and around your cunt. “You think,” he gasped, mouth agape and neck flushed red. “You think they want their necklace back?”

“I think they should go fuck themselves,” you stated, and Druig cackled loud. He bent down and kissed you hard as they banged at the door again and began yelling, Guards, open up! And the thrill of it all made you clench around him again. Made you whine into his mouth and say, I’m gonna cum and Druig smirked so fucking big that it blinded you, said, you better, I can’t control them when I’m inside of you and god, that made the feeling spread over your thighs and burrow deep into your soul. 

It doubled, then it hit you like a wave. You bared down on him, tense with your sudden release. Wetness squirted over his dick and down his legs and you sobbed into his mouth – held the back of his head and saw his pained face.

He whimpered like a wounded animal. “S-Shit,” he gasped, loud and ferocious. “’so fucking tight,” he sobbed, started to stutter his hips into you, chasing his own release. When it finally hit him, you felt it, felt him hot and hard inside of you and you whispered his name, voice strung out from its constant use. 

The banging got louder, voices got angrier, but it didn’t phase you. 

You were too weak to be worried, your body loose and achy, but satisfied. “Gimmie a minute,” Druig started from your neck, “you came so hard I think I saw Arishem.”

A loud and brilliant laugh burst from you. “Open up the door before we break it down!” the people demanded, reminding you they were there. “Oh, shut up!” Druig yelled. You felt the heat of his golden eyes against your neck and then, silence. 

“Lemme just, lemme just stay inside of you for a second and then we can get outta here.” He kissed your neck, soft and gentle. “Okay,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. He sighed into your skin, then kissed it again, “and we’re keeping the necklace.” Okay, whatever you say.

#druig #druig x reader #druig x reader smut #druig smut #druig x reader self insert #druig x you #druig x you smut #druig x eternal!reader #druig fanfiction #druig fanfic eternals #eternals #eternals imagine #druig imagine

[freddiefcknmercury]

I Hate Chocolate Croissants

Pairing: Druig(Eternals) & Reader(Genderless)

Word count: 700+; Drabble

Warnings/disclaimer: None. Mind Control. (A tame one?!)

A/N: I fell in love hard and I'm still looking for any excuse to not write my novels lmao.

Summary: Just some cute conversation and (first?) dinner with Druig.

~*As always, be Nice to me I'm delicate*~

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You lean across the table at first, finding it difficult to speak so candidly about it.

"So you're like... a really fancy space robot?"

The corners of his mouth begin to turn up, as what your brain must be going through rolls around his mind.

"But... with superpowers."

He smiles hiding his teeth, nodding.

"But with superpowers, yes. Essentially."

You drop your shoulders; content but delicately overwhelmed.

"I met Sersi... the bad guys into birds thing is actually really terrifying."

You chuckle, half joking.

"Aaaand Kingo?"

He takes a substantial bite out of a chocolate croissant, not bothering to be too polite.

"Finger guns."

"Sprite?"

He waves the rest of his snack in the air vaguely, mouth still full.

"Illusions."

You nod thoughtfully rolling your shoulders back.

"And you?"

He plops the last bite back onto the plate.

"...mind control."

You blink in the shared silence.

"As in... M-"

He cuts you off, already in that thought.

"Mind control. Yes."

You don't want to assume, and frankly you shouldn't. But there's really only so many ways you can think to possibly "control" someone's mind... and you're not a huge fan of the idea of any.

"Like... subliminally?"

You both scoff gently.

"I'm not an advertisement."

"Do they know?"

He finally looks back up at you. A brow gently raised asking for elaboration.

"That you're doing it... during or, after?"

He nods.

"Does it hurt?"

He sighs.

"No, not that I'm aware."

You sit back in your chair, hands folded in your lap.

"So you haven't done it to me?"

He inhales deeply. Shaking his head continuously.

"I don't hurt people, humans. I don't want to."

He leans back himself.

"I do love you..."

You lock eyes briefly, very briefly.

"Everyone on this planet. It's just occasionally..."

He throws the last bite of his snack into his mouth.

"You tend to behave like animals."

He playfully throws his hands up with a half hearted smirk.

"And I suppose that's the part I was here to deal with."

You scan him up and down. You don't have a reason not to believe him, but you don't like thinking you're scared of him either. Unfolding your arms you perk up.

"Show me."

He tilts his head slightly.

"Show you...?"

You stretch your arms out with a short chuckle.

"Mind control me, I guess?"

He scoffs, pondering you for a second.

His eyes become a vibrant gold and yours quickly follow. You both stand up from the table and walk over to the other's chair and take a seat. The color drops from both of your eyes.

He leans back in your chair, not hesitating to help himself to the plate you've been ignoring. You shake your head at him confused for a moment before looking down at the table and taking in your surroundings. You snap your neck back around to look at him, smiling, nodding slowly.

"Okay... okay."

You sigh deeply. You assumed that if you experienced it the fear might subside but there's still something lingering.

"Are you aware... of how unsettling that is?"

"I can imagine."

The lights on the patio flicker alerting everyone that the restaurant will be closing soon. You two quickly clear your dishes and start back up the sidewalk to your car silently for a few long minutes.

"I've scared you."

He always looked very nonchalant. Hands in his pockets, snacking on something, generally off-to-the-side... and if it weren't for all that you wouldn't have noticed his jaw clenched slightly or how high up his shoulders were. You sigh softly.

"I won't lie and say that I'm not... wary."

You wait for a small group of people walking the other way to pass you before stopping to lean back against the building to face him. Both of your hands firmly stuffed in pockets. You shake your head gently.

"I'm not afraid of you. If that's what you're concerned about."

He rolls his neck before taking a step forward.

"Maybe you should be."

Once again his eyes are a shocking gold and yours quickly follow. There's a tug deep within you coming up through your chest, pulling you from the wall. You slowly step forward closing the gap between you, your faces a whisper apart. A warm enveloping calm washes over you as the color once again leaves both sets of eyes.

You hold his gaze and he shifts his shoulders, lifting his head slightly. You scan his face quickly. It's unreadable, he's good at that. A smirk tugs at his corners again. You gasp, half joking.

"Have you ever used a mirror and tried it on yourself?!"

He pauses before scoffing and pressing his forehead into yours.

Masterlist

#druig #druig eternals #druid x reader #druid and reader #druig marvel #gender neutral reader #genderless reader #self insert #mind control #chocolate croissant #marvel au #marvel fanfiction

[could-it-be-a-dream]

request guidelines

hello, and welcome! before you send in a request, i'd like to lay down some ground rules.

note: 🍓 indicates characters that i am particularly inclined to write at the moment!

first and foremost, the fandoms i will write for:

marvel (including x-men and daredevil)

stranger things

ghost (the band)

lord of the rings/the hobbit (excluding rings of power because i haven’t seen it)

horizon: zero dawn/forbidden west

it: chapter two

supernatural

detroit: become human

criminal minds

star wars

harry potter/fantastic beasts

(i would also like to mention that i am only on season 2 of daredevil and season 5 of supernatural, so please avoid sending requests with major spoilers!)

and the characters i will write for:

 [marvel]

natasha romanoff

kate bishop

scott lang

matt murdock

frank castle

foggy nelson

charles xavier

hank mccoy

druig 

makkari 

thena 

steven grant 🍓

marc spector

layla el-faouly

[ghost]

papa emeritus i (primo)

papa emeritus ii (secondo) 🍓

papa emeritus iii (terzo)

cardinal copia/papa emeritus iv 🍓

aether 🍓

rain🍓

dewdrop

mountain

cirrus

cumulus

swiss

 [supernatural]

dean winchester

castiel 🍓

gabriel

 [stranger things]

mike wheeler

eleven/jane hopper

max mayfield

dustin henderson

steve harrington 🍓

billy hargrove

eddie munson

chrissy cunningham 🍓

robin buckley 🍓

jonathan byers

peter ballard/henry creel

joyce byers

jim hopper 🍓

alexei “smirnoff”

[lord of the rings]

samwise gamgee 🍓

pippin took

merry brandybuck

legolas

aragorn 🍓

gimli 🍓

galadriel

elrond

[the hobbit]

bilbo baggins 🍓

thorin oakenshield

fili

kili

dwalin

bofur 🍓

thranduil

[horizon: zero dawn/forbidden west]

aloy

erend 🍓

avad

kotallo 🍓

[it: chapter two]

bill denbrough

eddie kaspbrak

beverly marsh

richie tozier

 [detroit: become human]

connor (rk800)

markus (rk200)

hank anderson 

gavin reed 

 [criminal minds]

aaron hotchner

spencer reid

emily prentiss

luke alvez 🍓

penelope garcia 🍓

matt simmons

tara lewis

 [star wars]

luke skywalker

leia organa

obi wan kenobi

poe dameron 🍓

cassian andor

jyn erso 🍓

bodhi rook 🍓

din djarin 🍓

boba fett

fennec shand

 [harry potter/fantastic beasts]

fred weasley

george weasley

hermione granger

neville longbottom 🍓

bill weasley 🍓

newt scamander

*please note that i do not write for ships, but i will gladly write reader-insert poly relationships. 

**also, all characters under the age of 18 will be written in strictly platonic or familial relationships unless it is specified that they are aged up.

my hard “NO”s:

suicide/self harm

domestic violence/physical abuse

eating disorders

sa/non-con

omegaverse

hardcore bdsm/bondage

pedophilia/underage sex (see above note)

drug use

ddlg/age play

(the things listed above are off-limits either because they make me uncomfortable or because i don’t feel that i know enough about them to write them accurately.)

if there’s a specific topic/kink/character you have in mind and you’re not sure if i’ll write it, please feel free to ask! this is a judgement-free zone :))

thanks for your cooperation!

- spencer <3<3

#request guidelines #request rules #fandom list #character list #guidelines

[plutodexay]

Marvel Fanfic Masterlist 

*any ‘x reader’ or self insert writings will be gender neutral unless stated otherwise! If it’s not stated but I wrote a gendered term please let me know so I can fix it.*

Fanfics-

One-Shots-

Avengers can’t math (924)

Your arm’s cold- Bucky imagine (752)

Asgards Royal Gardens- Platonic loki imagine (1021)

I trust you Sam - Sam imagine (721)

Nat drabble- (500)

Sam Drabble -- (253)

Peter imagine -- (1351) *favorite*

Pietro imagine -- (374)

Nat Imagine (request)

Peter parker 1 2 3 

Druig 1 2 3 4

#marvel masterlist #marvel fanfiction

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Character List and Rules

RULES: 

I don’t write smut, abuse, self-harm, or suicide. I do NOT write yandere. I do not write gore or major character death.

Nor do I write cheating. 

Also, MAKE SURE YOU CHECK THE LIST BEFORE REQUESTING. If you request a fic for someone who is not on the list, I’m not writing a fic for you. Sorry. Follow the rules or request from someone else.

I ONLY write Reader-Insert fics and Headcanons. I do NOT write ships!!!

I do NOT write the reader with a specific body type specified. Ex: Skinny reader, chubby reader, etc.

I do not write in the first person, only second or third person. I do not write from any character’s POV. 

TIPS:

I DO write poly fics: [character] x reader x [character]

Be sure to specify what gender you’d like reader to be in your fic. Gender neutral is an option! This is also an LGBTQ+ safe space, so feel free to ask for m/m or w/w.

When requesting, it helps me if you give a basic premise, but not TOO much detail. If you just ask for a character without a scenario, sometimes I can think of something, but sometimes I can’t. 

I don’t ever give Y/N a name other than Y/N unless it’s a nickname or a title of some kind. 

Note: List has been sorted alphabetically by first name (because some characters don’t have a last name).

The List

Most Recently Updated: 12/9/2023

New Characters:

 Nebula (Guardians of the Galaxy)**

Adam Warlock (Guardians of the Galaxy)*

Barbie (Barbie)*

Ken (Barbie)

Simon (Dungeons and Dragons)*

Edgin ( Dungeons and Dragons)

Doric (Dungeons and Dragons)

Xenk (Dungeons and Dragons)

Holga (Dungeons and Dragons)**

Oliver (Love at First Sight)***

Chad Meeks-Martin (Scream)**

Mindy Meeks-Martin (Scream)*

Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle)*

Sanji (Live-Action One Piece)***

Zoro (Live-Action One Piece)***

Nami (Live-Action One Piece)

Usopp (Live-Action One Piece)*

Luffy (Live-Action One Piece)

Laszlo Cravensworth (What We Do in the Shadows)*

Nadja Antipaxos (What We Do in the Shadows)**

 **Baldur’s Gate 3 Characters Coming Soon**

  Key:

Characters that are marked with a * are characters I’m especially interested in writing for. More * denote more interest.

 Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man (Suicide Squad)**

Agatha Harkness (WandaVision)**

Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum)*

Aidan (Barbie: Magic of the Pegasus)*

Aladdin (Aladdin)

A-Lan (Zombies)**

Alex (Jumanji)*

Alex Russo (Wizards of Waverly Place)

Alex Summers/Havok (X-Men)*

Aquaman (Justice League)**

Archer Reynolds (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)

Archie Hopper (Once Upon a Time)**

Argyle (Stranger Things)*

Arya Miller (Recensere)

A-Spen (Zombies)

August (Once Upon a Time)

Axel (Kingdom Hearts)***

Beast Boy (Teen Titans)***

Belle (Beauty and the Beast)

Ben Grimm (Fantastic Four)**

Ben Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)***

Ben Tennyson (Ben 10 Alien Force)

Benjamin Kim (O Positive)***

Benny (Ella Enchanted)

Benny Weir (My Babysitter’s A Vampire)**

Bernard the Elf (The Santa Clause)***

Bethany (Jumanji)

Bill Weasley (Harry Potter)

Bobby Drake (X-Men)

Bonnie Bennett (The Vampire Diaries)**

Brian Martin (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Bruce Banner (The Avengers) 

Brynjolf (Skyrim)*

Bucky Barnes (The Avengers)

Bunnymund (Rise of the Guardians)*

Caleb Vatore (The Sims 4)**

Carlos (Disney Descendants)

Carlos Garcia (Big Time Rush)

Caroline Forbes (The Vampire Diaries)

Champ (Goosebumps)**

Charles Xavier (X-Men)

Cisco Ramon (The Flash)**

Clark Kent (DCEU)*

Clawd Wolf (Monster High)*

Cleo Sertori (H2O)

Clint Barton (The Avengers)

Colossus (Deadpool)

Connor Kent (Young Justice)*

Cyborg (Justice League)**

Cyborg (Teen Titans)***

Daisy Johnson (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Damon Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries)***

Daphne (Scooby-Doo)*

Dave Lizewski (Kick-Ass)**

David Bowen (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Dexter (Fusionfall)

Diana Prince (Justice League)**

Diaval (Maleficent)*

Dick Grayson (Young Justice)

Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Digger Harkness (Suicide Squad)**

Doug (Disney Descendants)***

Drake (Star-Crossed)***

Drax the Destroyer (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Druig (MCU)***

Eddie Brock (Venom)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)***

Edmund Pevensie (Narnia)

Eggsy Unwin (Kingsman)**

Elizabeth Bloodmere (O Positive)***

Ella (Ella Enchanted)

Elliott (Stardew Valley)**

Emma Swan (Once Upon a Time)

Emmet Cullen (Twilight)*

Erica (My Babysitter’s A Vampire)

Erik Lehnsherr (X-Men)

Ethan Morgan (My Babysitter’s A Vampire)

Evelyn Jackson-Alexander (The Invitation)**

Evie (Disney Descendants)*

Faiya (Recensere)***

Farkas (Skyrim)*

Felix (Once Upon a Time)***

Finn (Star Wars)***

Finnigan O’Floinn (Recensere)***

Fiyero (Wicked)

Flower (Ghosts US)

Fred (Big Hero 6)

Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Fred Weasley (Harry Potter)*

Fridge (Jumanji)

Frodo Baggins (Lord of the Rings)

Gally (The Maze Runner)*

Gamora (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Genie (Aladdin)

George Weasley (Harry Potter)***

Gil (Disney Descendants)**

Gilgamesh (MCU)*

Ginger Williams (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Groot (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Gwen Stacy (Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse)

Gwen Tennyson (Ben 10 Alien Force)*

Haku (Spirited Away)**

Hank McCoy/Beast (X-Men)***

Harley Quinn (DCEU)*

Harry Hook (Disney Descendants) 

Hellboy (Hellboy)

Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time)* 

Henry Smith (Recensere)***

Hetty Woodstone (Ghosts US)*

Holt Hyde (Monster High)**

Honey Lemon (Big Hero 6)*

Humphrey Bone (Ghosts UK)*

Jack Ellis (O Positive)***

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians)* 

James Diamond (Big Time Rush)***

James Proudstar/Warpath (X-Men: Days of Future Past)**

Jasmine (Aladdin)

Jay (Disney Descendants)**

Jean Grey (X-Men)

Jedediah Smith (Night at the Museum)**

Jefferson Jackson (Legends of Tomorrow)

Jemma Simmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

John Allerdyce (X-Men)

John Proudstar/Thunderbird (The Gifted) ***

Johnathan Byers (Stranger Things)

Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four)

Jubilee (X-Men)

Justin Russo (Wizards of Waverly Place)

Kairi (Kingdom Hearts)

Katherine Pierce ( The Vampire Diaries)

Kendall Knight (Big Time Rush)**

Kevin Levin (Ben 10 Alien Force)***

Kili (The Hobbit)***

Killian Jones/Captain Hook (Once Upon a Time)**

Kingo (MCU)*

Kitty Pryde (X-Men)

Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)*

Klaus Mikaelson (The Vampire Diaries)

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler (X-Men)***

Lagoona Blue (Monster High)

Legolas (Lord of the Rings)

Leopold Fitz (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Linden (Barbie Fairytopia: Magic of the Rainbow)

Logan Mitchell (Big Time Rush)*

Loki (MCU)

Lorna Dane/Polaris (The Gifted)*

Lucy Billington ( The Invitation)**

Lucy Stone (Big Time Rush)

Luke (Halloweentown)***

Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter)*

Luther Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Makkari (MCU)**

Mal (Disney Descendants)

Mantis (MCU)

Marc Spector (Moon Knight)*

Marcurio (Skyrim)

Marnie Cromwell (Halloweentown)**

Martha (Jumanji)

Marty McFly (Back to the Future)***

Mason Greyback (Wizards of Waverly Place)***

Melinda May (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Mia Crane (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Minho (The Maze Runner)

MJ (MCU) 

Mobius M. Mobius (Loki)*

Moss (Recensere)***

Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things)*

Natalia Ivanov (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Natasha Romanov (The Avengers)

Ned (MCU)*

Negasonic Teenage Warhead (Deadpool)*

Neville Longbottom (Harry Potter)

Newt (The Maze Runner)

Nod (Epic)***

Octavius (Night at the Museum)

Oliver Wood (Harry Potter)

Onmund (Skyrim)**

Ororo Munroe (X-Men)

Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games)

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson; Logan Lerman only)

Peter Maximoff (X-Men)

Peter Pan (Once Upon a Time)**

Peter Parker (MCU; Andrew and Tom)

Peter Pevensie (Narnia)

Phastos (MCU)*

Phil Coulson (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Pietro Maximoff (Avengers: Age of Ultron)***

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)**

Pre-Serum Steve Rogers (Captain America: The First Avenger)* 

Prince Adam/Beast (Beauty and the Beast)

Prince Nalu (Barbie Mermaidia)

Prince Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)***

R (Warm Bodies)

Raven (Teen Titans)***

Reed Richards (Fantastic Four)

Regina Mills (Once Upon a Time)***

Rey (Star Wars)

Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)*

Riku (Kingdom Hearts)***

Robin (Stranger Things)

Robin (Teen Titans)

Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid) 

Rogue (X-Men)

Roman (Star-Crossed)***

Roxas (Kingdom Hearts)*

Sam Wilson (MCU)

Sarah (My Babysitter’s A Vampire)

Sasappis (Ghosts US)**

Scott Lang (The Avengers)

Scott Summers/Cyclops (X-Men)*

Serana (Skyrim)***

Sersi (MCU)

Seth Clearwater (Twilight)***

Shaggy (Scooby-Doo)***

Shang-Chi/Shaun (MCU)***

Shuri (Black Panther)

Slannen the Elf (Ella Enchanted)

Sokka (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Sora (Kingdom Hearts)*

Spark (Pokemon Go)

Starfire (Teen Titans)

Stefan Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)*** Steve Rogers (MCU)**

Steven Grant (Moon Knight)***

Summer Laurence (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

T’Challa (MCU)

Tadashi Hamada (Big Hero 6)*

Tanya (Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again)

Thackery Binx (Hocus Pocus)* 

The Nutcracker/Prince Eric (Barbie in the Nutcracker)*

Thena (MCU)*

Thomas Thorne (Ghosts UK)**

Thor (MCU)

Thorfinn (Ghosts US)***

Trevor Lefkowitz (Ghosts US)*

Tumnus (Narnia)

TVA!Loki (Loki)**

Tyson (Percy Jackson Movieverse)* 

Uma (Disney Descendants)

Valkyrie (MCU)

Velma (Scooby-Doo)*

Viktor Ivanov (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Viktor Krum (Harry Potter)**

Viktoria Clopstock (The Invitation)**

Vilkas (Skyrim)

Vision (MCU)**

Wade Wilson/Deadpool (Deadpool)

Walter De Ville (The Invitation)***

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)***

Warren Peace (Sky High) *

Warren Worthington III/Angel (X-Men)***

Wasabi (Big Hero 6)**

Willa Lykensen (Zombies)*

Wyatt Lykensen (Zombies)***

Xialing (MCU)*

Xion (Kingdom Hearts)

Yelena Belova (Black Widow)**

Zack (Goosebumps)*

Zed Necrodopolis (Zombies)**

#character list #updated character list

[scarthefangirl]

To due

My to do list for this week:

Make Masterlist better- add descriptions and titles

Write 2-3 fics- two requests currently, one other non request

Finish my mutuals suit drawing

Finish a self insert fic

Edit blog appearance

Fic's to read this week:

Dad!druig x reader

Some different blogs masterlists

Kingo x reader

Platonic!Makkari x reader

Leo Valdez x reader

#scarthefangirl speaks #me #marvel #personal post #life update #might delete later #meh #it me #personal

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Marvel Preferences -When You’re Sick

Guess who finally got Covid?! Yeah, it’s me. I wanted to write something to make me feel a bit better. For this I only included some of my favorites but I can add more to future preferences :)

Bucky - When you’re sick, Bucky would give you your space unless you specifically ask otherwise. He would make you meals, keep your room tidy, bring you anything you need, and then clear out for a while to let you rest. He would always be just a holler away though in case you needed him. He would also take over your responsibilities that you are unable to take care of while you are sick so you don’t stress out or fall behind. He wouldn’t tell you that he’d done it though. He would just quietly take care of things and leave you to heal. 

Loki - When you’re sick, Loki would make sure that you had the absolute best care that was available. He would find the best healers in Asgard and bring them to you, waiting impatiently by your door until they were done helping you so that he could be by your side. He would cuddle up in bed next to you with not a single worry about getting sick. Anything you ask for he would provide in excess, giving you the best of whatever you need so that you’re healed quickly. 

Tony - When you’re sick, Tony would make sure that you had everything that you needed to heal before heading off to work. He would get up early to make sure he has a little bit of time with you before he has to leave. He wouldn’t leave until he knows that you’re okay. Once he’s gone he calls to check on you throughout the day. If he doesn’t hear from you for too long he sends someone to the house with water and medicine to make sure you’re still alive and doing well.

Steve - When you’re sick, Steve would be a little bit old fashioned in taking care of you. He would force you to stay in bed, make you chicken noodle soup, keep you comfortable, read to you and draw you pictures to entertain you, anything that you could possibly need. He’d ask for a list of anything you need and you’d give it to him so he could make a shopping trip for you. He would stay close by and be only too happy to help you whenever you need him. 

Frank -  When you’re sick, Frank would be really chill and loving. He would call out of work so he can spend the day with you. Even when you’re sick he isn’t afraid to tease you and you dish it right back. He would make you get out of bed to move around the house so you can get some circulation even when you complain. He uses a firm but gentle hand to make sure you’re being taken care of properly. He’d also order your favorite takeout while you watch dumb movies and he’d play the guitar for you while you fall asleep next to him. 

Billy - When you’re sick, Billy would be very matter of fact about helping you. He would give you medicine, check your temperature, and then he would disappear. You have no idea where he’s gone until he appears later on to check on you again. Towards the end of the day, you tell him that you want him to stay for a bit. While he doesn’t necessarily see why, he gets into bed with you and simply holds you for some time while you enjoy his company. 

Stephen - When you’re sick, Stephen would not necessarily be the most attentive boyfriend but he would know exactly what to do to make you feel better. As much as he wants to help you and make you well, he wouldn’t want to risk getting himself sick either. He would give you the proper medicines, lots of fluid, and a little kiss on the forehead before heading off to work and letting you rest. 

Vision - When you’re sick, Vision would know just what to do to make you better. Much like Stephen, he would know all of the proper ways to care for you but he would also not be worried about getting sick so he’d stay by your side and help to keep your mind off the discomfort. He’d lay in bed and watch your favorite movies with you and cook your favorite foods to comfort you. Plus he’d give lots of little kisses.

Druig - When you’re sick, Druig would be so gentle with you. Normally he’s not afraid to mess with you but once you’re sick he is terrified of doing something to hurt you. You reassure him that you’re okay and help show him what to do. He does anything that you ask of him before curling up in your arms, stroking your hair and telling you how much he loves you. When you cough or sneeze he’d be a bit freaked but you’d calmly stroke his arm and cuddle closer to him.

Dane - When you’re sick, Dane would be the sweetest ever. He’s not the best with the actual sick part but you tell him the things you need and he is very diligent about helping once you do. After you’ve got everything you need he would do anything to cheer you up. He would be cracking jokes and making you laugh all day, just being a general goofball just to see you smile again. He would also cook you a really nice meal that you’ve both been wanting to try for a while. 

Tags:  @buckyhoney @paintballkid711 @the-mechanical-angel @readsalot73 @roxypeanut @sheerfreesia007 @ahopelessromanticwritersworld @balenciagabucky @fireinmoonshot @thewritingdoll @greenorangevioletgrass @star-spangled-man  @klinenovakwinchester @unearthlydust @crispyimagines17 @clints-lucky-arrow​ @waspswidows​

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The Little Things

Druig x self tasm!Peter Parker x Harley

Description: sometimes the little smudges  just mess up the whole big picture.

warnings: fighting, teasing, idk me as a human

A/N: Written with @xxlastoftheemosxx, this is the side blog of @scarthefangirl​

Harley and Peter arrive at Scar and Druig’s apartment just outside of New York City. The formers apartment is getting debugged this coming week. Peter insists on getting both suitcases because of his superstrength, which annoys Harley because she is perfectly capable of carrying her own. Nevertheless, she knocks on the door of the apartment. 

There is a second of silence before they hear Scar shout, “Coming!” and the brown haired woman opens the door with a smile. She waves them in the big apartment and shuts the door after the young pair enter. 

“Thanks for letting us stay,” Harley says, even though she already thanked the two over the phone. 

“Of course! Anything for a friend. Besides, I have yet to meet the famous Peter Parker!” Scar exclaims brightly. 

“I’ve been a bit busy, sorry,” Peter says, offering a hand to the brunette. She takes it with a small shake. 

“Oh my gosh, you haven’t met Druig either have you Harley?” Scar questions with sudden shock. 

“Nope, he’s never around when I swing by,” Harley shrugs, “I was beginning to think he was putting off meeting me.”

“He tends to make people feel that way.” Scar says with a laugh, “Even me sometimes! But anyway, how about a snack? Peter must be tired from lugging all those bags.” 

“First off, it's two bags, and he wouldn’t let me carry mine, I tried,” Harley chuckles. 

Scar leads them to the small kitchen and opens the fridge, looking for something appetizing.  “What are you two in the mood for?”

“Dunno? I guess I’ll just have a glass of water,” Harley shrugs, before glancing at Peter.

“Do you have any chips? I could go for some chips,” Peter responds.

“Sure! What kind?” The woman in front of the fridge asked, shutting the door. She makes her way to a cupboard and pours a glass of water from the fridge. She sets it in front of Harley and looks to Peter curiously. 

“Do you have Doritos?”

“Basic. But yeah I do.”

“Sometimes basic is best,” Peter argues. Scar rolls her eyes and heads to the small pantry, pulling out a clipped bag of Doritos. 

“Careful not to let Druig see you eating those. He kills for those, literally. I will be sure to get more at the grocery store tomorrow for you both.” Scar chuckles. She is deadly serious about the killing part, though. She had never seen a man so murderous. 

“I don’t know, I could probably take him,” Peter says, exuding misplaced confidence. Scar bursts into laughter and dramatically wipes a tear from her eye.

“You’re cute, sweety.” The girl shakes her head with another short fit of laughter.

“Peter, darling, I love you, but you can’t beat Druig. He has mind control powers,” Harley says, patting Peter’s arm.

“And he is super strong- I mean, he is slightly more experienced than you.” Scar searches for the correct words, so she doesn’t sound so smitten. 

“I’m super strong too,” Peter mumbles dejectedly.

“Mmm, you know he is immortal right? He has had years to learn how to fight. Besides, he can just tell your mind not to and your body just goes ‘oop- I’m out.’” Scar giggles. 

“I could build something to stop the mind control,” Peter insists. Everything becomes dead silent when the front door opens. Scar smirks at Peter and shouts for her husband to come to the kitchen. 

“Watch your back Peter.” She whispers as the man enters. 

As if in defiance Peter eats another Dorito, while Harley shakes her head laughing.

“Is that the last bag of Doritos?” Druig puts on a deep voice, having learned the whole conversation from the mind of Harley. He walks over to Peter and stands in front of him boldly. 

“Maybe? I was just handed the bag? I don’t know what’s in your pantry,” Peter answers. Druig’s eyes barely fade orange when Scar bumps his arm to stop him.

“They are guests. We will treat them with respect. Right?” He nods after his wife’s words. “How about we show you to your room? It is getting dark, maybe we can start a movie after we all get settled.” 

“That sounds fantastic! It’s nice to finally meet you, Druig,” Harley says, waving. Scar shows them to the guest room, which includes a bathroom. Scar and Druig get some food and a few movie options ready. 

Meanwhile Peter and Harley began to unpack. Peter even changed into something more comfortable. They meet the other couple on the couch and Druig lists the options. There are countless options and Scar and Druig look to the pair on the couch for answers. 

“Rogers: The Musical?” Harley says unsure. Druig rolls his eyes and starts to put it on. Scar already has pj’s on because she is a lazy person and never leaves, so she jumps onto the couch a short distance from the others. 

The intro music begins to play, and Harley squeals a bit. Scar looks at the screen with anticipation, unlike the boys. But they power onward without a complaint. Well, Druig powers on, Peter would never admit it in front of Harley or Druig, but he loves musicals.

The movie night was going well, not a hitch in the slightest, well until Peter tangled his feet with Harley’s. She promptly kicks them away, even going so far as to push Peter away from her. Scar tries to muffle the laugh escaping her lips. 

“Mm, anyway, liking the show?” She clears her throat, hoping to pull Harley’s focus away from the glare she is sending Peter’s way.

“Yeah, reminds me of the good old days, before I fell in love with an annoying idiot,” Harley deadpans. 

“Same girl.” Scar jokes. “But to be fair neither of you are wearing socks, so you both disgust me.” 

“I can’t help it. They just disappear into nothingness. I barely have any left!”

“They’re in our couch, Harls. They’re always in our couch,” Peter sighs, shaking his head. Druig clears his throat, but it can’t cut the tension.

“I never lose any socks. I am disgusted by not wearing them. Unlike this little-” Druig cuts her off before she regrets anything. Harley moves next to Scar, away from her boyfriend and his feet.

“Hey. That's mean.” Peter pouts. Druig speaks into Scar’s mind (something she has had to get used to having happen) ugh, she ruined your cuddles. Scar chuckles and mutters something about being embarrassed.

“Three is a crowd Harley.” Scar states, hoping Harley catches her drift.

“Yeah Druig, go sit with poor little Peter.” Harley gives Druig a quick glare. He facepalms and pulls the blanket into his own hands, standing up.

“You two are a hazard to society.” Druig points to Peter and Harley.

“Excuse you? We’re superheroes!” Harley insists.

“If this is what heroes are now, I fear for this planet. I am going to bed.” Druig groans. Scar whines and begs him not to.

“Nooooo, come back. Don’t let these morons ruin anything.” Scar says in a child-like fashion. Harley gasps and dramatically hides under the blanket with Peter.

“You chose this moron! You willingly became my friend!” She calls out from under the blanket.

“Mmm, the friendship has always been a little one-sided.” Scar says sarcastically. 

“Rude!”

“You did invite yourself to our house for a week, just saying.” The girl alone on the couch teases. 

“You invited us!” Harley counters.

It’s at this point that Peter and Druig are looking at each other wondering what they had gotten themselves into. Druig had always wondered that of course, knowing the level of insanity his wife was at. 

Everyone slowly went to their rooms, hoping for a foot-less, peaceful night.  Of course this wasn’t going to happen, if it did, it would have been a miracle. The screaming rage of a very tired Harley echoed through the state of New York everytime Peter even brushed his feet against her. 

“I swear to the gods Peter, if you don’t stop it I will kill you!” Harley says finally having enough.

“Whatever, you’re way more annoying,” Peter sighs into his pillow.

It was the next morning when everyone sat around the small table. They filled all the seats, seeing as it was a small table meant for the apartment. Peter and Harley sat at the largest distance they could, giving looks to each other as Scar and Druig got everyone their requested breakfast. 

Harley had attempted to help her friend, but Scar had insisted that her and Peter were guests. So there they sat, Harley avoiding Peter’s gaze, waiting for breakfast to be served. Secretly they both wanted to make up already, but they were both way too stubborn to make the first move.

It was Druig opening the fridge that pulled Harley out of her thoughts. To her complete and utter horror he took a swig of milk out of the carton. She tried her best not to comment, but her words just slipped out, “That’s disgusting.” 

“I told you to leave the kitchen Druig! All you’re doing is stirring up trouble!” Scar shouts in aggravation. 

“Give the guy a break, it’s not that gross,” Peter mumbles. Scar’s eyes light up in flames.

“Peter Parker, you better not have done that before, especially while we’ve been together!” Harley all but shouts, tone getting progressively angrier.

“It’s not like you’ve noticed,” Peter glares, “Besides you and I already swap spit on a daily basis. What's the big deal?” 

“Listen, y’all better shut up at my dining table before I put any more poison into these eggs.” Scar snaps at the two, forcing the carton out of Druig’s hands and throwing it away. She sets a plate of food in front of everyone and sits down. 

“Sorry Scar, I don’t know what’s gotten into us. We’re not usually like this,” Harley sighs, poking at her food with a fork. Scar inhales deeply and smiles.

“It’s alright. Normally Druig isn’t this annoying and rude.” She snaps with a clearly forced smile. Druig looks up from his fork with a glare,

“I can read what you are thinking.” he says with a deadly tone. Scar again inhales and exhales deeply, pressing her shiny smile further. 

“Wait, you’re not like reading me and Peter’s thoughts are you?” Harley asks, suddenly concerned.

“I tell him not to do that, but he probably is because he has no basic respect.” Scar forces a laugh. 

“Great…” Harley trails off.

“That’s cool! What am I thinking right now!” Peter asks excitedly. Harley can’t help but smile at the dork even though she’s still mad.

“That you love musicals, but are too embarrassed to admit it, that you think Harley is adorable when she’s angry, and I won’t even repeat the last thing because of how utterly bizarre it is,” Druig sighs.

“You’re done. You’re done.” Scar says, grabbing his plate. “Go to work please.”

“It’s a Tuesday… you know I work on specific days babe.” Druig complains, but has a smile when she allows him to eat.

“Don’t tell us what he is thinking.” Scar mumbles, stuffing her mouth with toast.

“In all fairness, I did ask,” Peter defends Druig.

“Boys, let’s not read minds while eating, especially Peter’s mind. God knows what he’s thinking at any given moment,” Harley sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Why so uptight today, dang.” Druig says to his wife who doesn’t take it lightly. 

“I am going for a walk.” She says, leaving her dish on the table and going to grab a coat. 

“I’ll come with you if you don’t mind?” Harley says hesitantly.

“Alright, that’s fine. Don’t forget your coat. It’s a little chilly.” Scar smiles gently at the girl in front of her. 

Harley runs to her room and grabs one of her many many jackets, before heading out the door with Scar.

“Boys, am I right?” Harley jokes. Scar chuckles and nods her head.

“Yeah. I’m sorry your first days at our place were awfully sucky.” Scar says with a guilty look on her freckled face. 

“It’s fine everyone argues eventually.”

“Yeah but it was totally rude of Druig.” Scar pauses and rolls her eyes at Harley's face, “Fine. It was totally rude of Druig, and me.” 

“I mean me and Peter weren’t much better,” Harley admits.

“You know, early on in me and Druig’s marriage we spent a night with Sersi and Sprite. We fought all night over whether or not we should get a new door. We ended up getting one. Oh my word, I felt so bad for those poor girls. It was such a silly fight!” Scar says with a chuckle, remembering the scene. 

“Peter and I are always fighting about the dishwasher, he puts the forks, spoons, and knives together,” Harley says, annoyed before her face softens at the next sentence. “He says it’s because they can’t hang out together in the drawer.”

“That’s funny!! Druig always argues with me because I always wear socks. I sleep in them, I always wear them. Unless I am swimming or showering.” Scar laughs as she looks at her feet, feeling bad for fighting with her husband. 

“Yeah, you know, I can’t stand how much he worries about my wellbeing, I get why, and don’t get me wrong it’s super sweet, but it drives me up the wall,” Harley smiles fondly.

“Oh don’t get me started on that. I know I am human, but I am not made of glass! He thinks because he is immortal or whatever that I am going to break at a single touch.” Scar laughs at her own sentence (that is what usually happens). 

Harley looks down playing with her fingers, “You know, sometimes I look at Peter, and I still get butterflies. I still can’t believe I get to date someone so kind and selfless, that I get to wake up next to him every day. He’s annoying as hell, but he’s worth it.”

“Yeah, I mean to think when I was a young kid I literally prayed for a man like Druig. And he walked right into my life. I can’t be happier for myself.” Scar laughs, wiping a spare tear. “Oh great. We have to apologize, don't we?” She rolls her deep green eyes.

“Yeah, I think we do,” Harley sighs, “I may have threatened manslaughter.”

“Yeah well let’s not talk about what I threatened to do with the frying pan when you and Peter were waiting for breakfast.” Scar grimaces at the thought of her past threat. 

“I suck at apologizing, I never know what to say,” Harley says, nervousness evident in her voice.

“I suck at it because I know what I need to say but I don’t want to admit to failure.” Scar says to the point. “Usually I add a gesture into the mix. I will get or give him something while I apologize.” 

“That’s a good idea. Wanna head to the store?”

“Yeah, there is a Walmart just around the corner. What would the boys want?”

“Probably Doritos,” Harley chuckles.

“Yeah, they both enjoy those, don't they?” Scar laughs with the raven haired girl. 

The two head to Walmart, acquiring the chips, and begin their way back to the apartment. It isn’t long until the door is unlocked and the two are seeking out their partners. The boys are found sitting on the couch, clearly moping around without their lovers. The glares the girls receive is enough to make Scar second guess apologizing. But she pulls her dignity together and eyes Harley. Get the chips, is what the look says.

So she pulls them out of the plastic bag by her side, “Peace offering anyone?” She attempts to joke. Scar makes a pity chuckle for the girl. 

“Come on boys. We know you want the chips.” Scar says with a halfhearted smile. 

“Look, Peter, I’m still getting used to all your little quirks, some of which are infuriating, but at the end of the day I’ll somewhat happily deal with them, because it means I get to be with you,” Harley says, moving to sit beside him.

“What is this? A wedding? I know your quirks Druig, I just don’t like them” Scar says receiving a nudge from Harley. “Sorry, sorry. I know that we have always struggled with these silly things. But I want to apol- ap- apologize. For being insensitive.” Scar pauses between words, struggling with the apology. 

“I forgive you. Now come hug me.” Druig laughs opening his arms. He knows Scar loves him and means her apology. She runs into his arms with eagerness. 

“Peter?” Harley says hopefully. Peter replies by resting his head on her shoulder and intertwining their hands. He nods onto her shoulder.

“Wow okay, get a room you two.” Scar laughs.

“Not in this house are they doing the devil’s tango.” Druig shakes his head at the pair. He shakes violently at the simple thought. 

“Don’t worry, we’d never do that to you guys,” Harley chuckles.

“I would do it to you guys!” Scar grins. “I’m joking, I’m joking.” 

“You’re awful, I see why you’re friends with Harls,” Peter adds.

“Shut up, you love me,” Harley retorts.

“Anyway, how about we all go out to dinner tonight? Double date.” Scar suggests. 

“Nowhere fancy and it’s a deal!”

“I mean yeah I was thinking about Mcdonalds.” Scar says, being plainly honest. Druig laughs.

“We already had that like 3 days ago babe.” He says.

~

Tagging my dear fellow writer @xxlastoftheemosxx again 

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