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✧. In Every Lifetime ✧. Chapter 1 - The Start

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Druig knew his time with you would be short, if only he knew just how short it was.

Despite his more reclusive manner, Druig fancies himself a little bit of entertainment with the humans from time to time. He enjoys watching parties, albeit, from a distance, instead of partaking in them like his fellow Eternals, Sersi, Sprite, and Kingo seem to love. Instead, he prefers to watch the humans from afar as they converse.

Though he does not show it, as time goes, he grew to care for the humans around him. Their complex feelings and thoughts, not to mention their tenacity, determination, and fearlessness, stuck out to him. Unlike him and his friends, the humans weren’t immortal. They didn’t possess the powers he and his fellow Eternals indulge on. They simple had their intelligence to differentiate them from Earth’s other species.

And yet, despite all that, they were able to grow more intelligent by the day. They still strive to wake up the next morning even if they know it may just be their last. They aren’t afraid to live.

In the centre of it all was a dancer.

Druig has watched you from afar for quite some time now, a dancer whose compassion knows no bounds. Babylon wasn’t a big city after all, he could watch you from afar without you knowing for a while. Even if that statement did sound rather creepy. He reasons that he’s just trying to make sure you stay safe.

You were one of those humans that seemed to possess more compassion and kindness in your heart than the rest of your peers.

Your tenderness seems to reach out to all manner of life forms too.

Whether that were plants or animals, you treated them with the amount of dignity and respect he never thought was possible in a human. While you were an odd fellow, sometimes slinking out of crowds to no one knows where. Only reappearing a few hours later with a more jovial smile. Druig still seems to be completely enamoured by you.

“Tending to your plants again, are you?” He spoke in Babylonian when he ‘accidentally’ bumps into you.

You were balancing two pots of rather large plants on both hands when you bumped into the Eternal. Almost dropping the two objects if not for Druig, who quickly steadied you and caught one of the pots about to slip from your grasp. He took it from your hands as you thanked him and apologized for not being careful enough. He only smiled and walked with you towards your destination, holding the pot in his hands.

“I simply thought that my garden was lacking in a variety of plants, and spring is to come, so I thought today was a good time to buy more.” You shrugged as you walked side by side with him towards your home.

The pot in your hand was rather heavy, so Druig, ever the gentleman, opened the door for you as you both made your way behind your home to your garden.

“This isn’t diverse enough for you?” He teased you while you placed the potted plant down and took the one in his hands. “There is always room for more plants.”

Druig simply smiled as he watched you take out the plants from their pots and mutter something under your breath before planting them in the ground of your garden. For a moment, he took his time to look around your garden. As a dancer, you didn’t receive much money, well you did, but not enough to allow you to be able to buy a home with a garden as large as this. But as he remembered, this home was gifted to you by another person whose life you had saved.

He was sure to add that to the list of odd things about you. Not only did you constantly mutter something underneath your breath, something even he can’t hear. You also seem to always be around when chaos unfolds. Putting you right in the middle of death. Yet, you always come out of it alive, not unscathed, but alive, and with another life with you.

In every accident that seemed to happen when someone’s life was in danger, you would be able to rescue their life. Of course, this didn’t happen every single time, you didn’t have powers like him or any of the other Eternals, but you saved enough lives for it to be noticeable.

Like the time a building collapsed and you somehow were ablet o pull a child form under the building right before the collision. Druig remembered how much he cursed at himself that night when he saw you with battered and bruised. After you had shielded some of the heavy debris with your body to protect the child.

He thought that he should’ve been the one there, hypnotise the child to run away or do something. Not you, the human who was much more fragile than he was.

Or the other time where a Deviant somehow made its way into the city walls and started destroying the surrounding area. A few lives were lost that day, but more were saved by him and the others. You were there as well, pulling people back from the monster’s jaws, slinking away when the monster’s claws were mere centimetres away from you.

That night you suffered a few broken bones and could not dance for a few months. Months Druig spent with you so you don’t suffer from the most terrible thing in the world.

Boredom.

“Are you going to keep standing there, watching me do all the hard work or ar you going to help me by getting that watering can beside you?” Druig was quickly cut off from his train of thoughts when your voice reached his ears.

He straightened himself from where he was leaning on and chuckled. Grabbing the watering can beside him and giving it over to you. After offering him a small thanks, you spoke again.

“You know,” you paused, “I’ve been noticing something strange lately.” Druig felt like he knew where this was going, yet he still entertained it, leaning back to the wall and crossing his arms in front of his chest as he smirked. “Really? What could that be?”

You laughed as you wiped the dirt off your fingers; before standing up to look at the Eternal in front of you. You weren’t an idiot. You knew of his advances towards you. Despite this, you knew better than to fall in love with him. And yet, your heart still yearns for his touch and his lips on yours.

“There’s this man, who keeps following me around. He thinks I cannot tell, but, you see, I can always tell when his eyes are on me.” You poke as Druig hummed, feigning confusing with a quirk of his rows. “He’s a very curious man. He has these odd powers that make him truly magnificent. The people would praise him like God.” You paused as you whispered the last part, “But I think he’s a thief.”

That made Druig truly surprised. A thief? Him? Maybe Makkari. But him? “A thief you say? What makes you say that about this man?” It was then you walked closer to him.

Mere centimetres away from the man plaguing your dreams for months now. You thought.

May the Gods forgive me.

And let yourself fall in love.

Something you may regret in a couple of days.

“Because he has stolen my heart.” At that moment, you closed the distance between you and him. Placing your lips on his as he chuckled, he saw it coming; of course, he was just waiting to see when it’ll happen.

Not caring about the light dirt that still coated your clothes and hands, he placed one of his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him. Flushing both your bodies together as his lips greedily took in yours. Like you, he may regret doing something like this in the years to come. But right now? With one of his hands on the small of your back and the other behind your head, deepening the kiss. He couldn’t care less.

He’ll deal with the consequences later.

If only he knew how soon those consequences would come.

Needing air, you pulled yourself away from him. Placing both your hands on his chest as you looked up at Druig with shining eyes. Usually, he’d make an offhanded comment on how you were making a mess of his clothes with your dirty hands. But now, all he did was softy caress your cheek with his hand, the other making mindless patterns on your back.

Druig had never felt o at peace before in his long life. And maybe it was a curse to him that he felt this way towards a human, destined to die long before he even starts to age. If ageing was even possible for an Eternal such as himself. But he couldn’t help it.

Yes, your kindness, compassion, and humility made him first feel entranced by you. Few humans were willing to put their lives on the line to save a stranger. But you weren’t the only human that wasn’t heartless; you weren’t notable in that regard.

So, it was your personality, grace, imperfections, love for plants and animals, and surprisingly green thumb that made your plants thrive even in the coldest of winters that made him fall so desperately in love with you. Yes, it was in the way you carried yourself, in the way you spoke, in the way you moved, in the way you, to simply state it, exist.

Druig has always been enamoured by humans’ ability to take their little time and make it worthwhile. But with you, that seemed to have doubled.

As if you knew every second you lived had to be cherished and loved.

That was the thing he loved most about you.

Call him a fool if you must. Because he was a fool, a fool in love.

You giggled softly when your gaze broke form his overly intense ones before pulling away and patted his chest lightly. Turning around to tend to a particular rare flower, Druig smiled. He watched the way your hands softly glazed over its white petals. He remembered that flower. He gave it to you as an apology a year ago.

“I didn’t think anyone could render you speechless.” You teased with your back facing him.

Druig stayed silent as a mischievous smirk crept up onto his features. As you started to check the leaves of a different plant that he, for the life of him, could not remember the name of, his arms wrapped around your body from behind. Pulling you flush against his chest as he leaned his cheek against yours.

You started laughing when his nimble fingers began tickling your sides.

“Druig!” you yelled as a warning. “Stop!!!” you yelled again between your laughter.

“You want me to stop, beautiful?” he stopped for a moment; letting you finally breathe as you giggled and leaned into his muscled torso. “Yes. Thank you.” You breathlessly mutter.

Druig didn’t let you go though, he kept his hands on the front of your body, swaying side to side. Before whispering in your ear, “No.”

Followed by his fingers immediately tickling you once again. This time it had completely caught you off guard and your wretched instincts, decided to kick in. Your elbow, all of the sudden, hit him straight to his gut. Druig stuttered back as he watched you quickly turn around, both your hands closing your mouth as regret and fear rushed over you.

He would chuckled if it didn’t cause some pain to flicked in his gut.

“You’re stronger than you look.” He spoke as he doubled over. “Gods! I’m sorry, I warned you!”

You tried to keep a light air with your jokes, still, Druig saw how panicked you looked. It confused him slightly. Whilst you were stroner than Druig could ever expect, he had seen how nimble and strong you could be when you pulled or pushed people out of the way from oncoming danger. Your reaction, wide eyes filled with shock and fear, was the curious thing.

Though just as quickly as the pain came, it went. His main priority was now ensuring that you didn’t hurt him. He let a careless smile make its way to his face as he moves towards you. Placing his hands on your cheeks, he chuckled, “I’m alright, my love.”

Those two words felt so natural on his tongue. As if he was meant to call you his love all his life. And hearing those words, he could see your eyes sparkle for a moment. Only for it to suddenly disappear as your brows furrowed. As if you had heard or seen something displeasing to you.

Druig was just about to ask what was wrong, but you quickly shook your head and turned to look back at him. Smiling widely now. All before your lips touched his. This time, with an edge of hurriedness to it.

Druig smiled into the kiss as your hands begun roaming from his chest to his back, pulling him closer to you as the two of you made your way towards the bedroom. Months and months of pining and push and pull between the two of you seemed to have finally reached its peak.

This time, he was the one who pulled back. “I thought you had dance practice for your performance in a couple of days?” he mischievously asked as you shrugged. “I don’t think they’ll mind if I miss a day.”

You smirked as Druig’s hands begun edging the lines of your tunic and pants, “Hm, I don’t think they will.” Was all he said.

That night, Druig spent in the comfort of your touch, of your skin, of your soft voice. Of pleasure and thrill. Your hands roaming his skin, his hands roaming yours. He didn’t know if Heaven existed, or if it was something humans created. But whatever it was, he was sure it felt like this.

Your body against his as you gripped the sheets under you, his groans in your ears as pleasure flowed through his entire being. It truly felt like Heaven.

He wished he could make you see the stars and make you feel the way he does every single day, but alas, your life was fleeting. What he could do was take use of what time he did have.

If only he knew how little that time truly was.

A few days later, as night took over, festivities ran high.

Druig went into the city’s centre late into the party, knowing he didn’t really have a reason to surround himself with drunken mortals until a few moments before your performance. The moment he did step into the great hall, he could already see Sprite telling stories of battles and the endless glories of Eternals and humans alike, using her apparitions.

Kingo was dancing with some other drunken men and women, laughing alongside them as they tripped over one another. He could see Ikaris and Sersi conversing in one of the far corners of the room. The two of them had bright smiles on their faces as they chuckled and laughed at what the other must’ve said.

Druig wasn’t usually a jealous person, but he did occasionally get jealous. He was jealous of seeing the two of them. It would take an idiot not to see they were softly falling in love with one another. And unlike him, their love could blossom and grow in the thousands of years they’ll live through. Whilst his love would have to wilt and die the moment you closed your eyes.

Something that’ll come sooner than he thought.

He shook his head, ridding himself of those macabre thoughts. Perhaps he should take a leaf out of the humans’ book and cherished what short life they had. Mortality was never a thing he had to face until he fell head over heels for you.

In the corner of his eye, he could see Ajak watching him. Well, she was always watching everyone form afar. Her motherly tendencies and instinct never seem to halt even in the festive environment. Thena, Gilgamesh, and Phastos were talking to some other humans on one of the tables. Well, it was more like Phastos talking and the rest listening. Though seeing from Gilgamesh’s rather bored expression, he was looking for a chance to leave the conversation.

The only Eternal he didn’t see was Makkari.

But he didn’t think too much of that. Makkari had always been the Eternal with a penchant for mischief, with him in close second. She was probably out exploring some part of the city none of them could get to or stealing something that interested her whilst the people partied.

Suddenly, the music dulled, the drums people were playing silenced, and that had been the moment he’d been waiting for. Druig slinked back to the part of the hall where not many could see him, despite him being able to clearly see the middle of the hall where everyone had parted away.

Slowly, a different tune started to play. One made of more melody than that of the festive drums of before. One that had a beat, a rhythm, and a tune. From the entrance of the hall came a slew of dancers. They all dressed in the same beautiful clothing that matched the interior of the hall. With their talents and grace, everyone loved them.

Despite their similar way of clothing themselves, Druig’s eyes easily landed on yours. The two of you made eye contact for a while when you went in, he grinned when you bashfully broke your gaze.

As you moved your body across the ground with grace and agility. He couldn’t look away. Enamoured and entranced by your elegance. He let his lips tweak up to a very rare soft smile. One he immediately retreated when he suddenly felt someone tap his shoulder, right in time for the song to finish and the dancers to take their leave after basking in the loud cheers of the audience.

When Druig looked to his side, he groaned in displeasure. Staring up at him was the mischievous grin of a certain Eternal that he couldn’t locate earlier that night. Makkari.

She grinned widely at him.

“What?” he signed as well as spoke. It wasn’t like the people around him could understand his language either way. Makkari only laughed loudly as a response, “I see your eyes was stuck on a particular dancer.” She teased. “I also see the way you follow her around like a creep.”

She laughed once she finished signing that last part of her statement. Druig cocked his head to the side. Was it that obvious? As if she could sense his thoughts, Makkari quickly signed.

“It isn’t that obvious, don’t worry too much, but I do like watching the people here and I,” she paused, “I see the way she looks at you. Are you going to do anything about it?” She queried.

Makkari had no way of knowing that Druig had already done something about it. The only question in his mind was, what now? He wanted to pursue you more; you didn’t have much time left in your life.

Although right now Babylon was at peace, that didn’t mean the human lifespan now was very long. As far as he knew, the average age where human women died were around their 40s, you were just about to reach 30 this year. You only had so long left.

He should do something about it.

Cherish the years you have left with him. But would it be worth the heartbreak after? And did you even want this? You could’ve wanted to just love someone that would die with you. He could read your mind to ifnd out the answers to his questions, but he had sworn to you once this friendship bloomed to never do that. And he’d rather die than betray your trust in him.

“You should do something about it.” Makkari signed before smiling at her friend and leaving him to lament on her words.

It was at that point that Druig realized something.

He didn’t care how long he had with you. He knew you loved him; if you didn’t you wouldn’t have kissed him. So, whatever time he has left with you, he’d gladly spend it by your side.

After this realization, he immediately bolted out of the door to look for you. He didn’t know where you went, but an idea went into his head once he saw one of the dancers. Not caring to ask, he went into her mind and searched if she knew where you went. The answers that came to him puzzled him.

You had separated from the group early on after they had left the hall, and this particular dancer, whose mind he inhibits now, saw you making your way to the rooftop of the great structure that was the great hall.

For all his time watching you, he had never seen you even go there or allude to wanting to go there. It was a beautiful place to watch the stars and the city below, but it wasn’t somewhere he thought interested you.

With a puzzled mind, Druig made the ascend towards the rooftop of the great hall. When he reached the top, his heart dropped to the ground. There you were, standing extremely close to the edge. Watching the ground below you.

He hesitantly called out to you. When you gasped and almost lost balance of your footing, Druig swore he could feel his heart stop just for a second.

You slowly and carefully turned around, now facing him.

“What are you doing?” he spoke, hesitantly and slowly made his way towards you.

By the way your face scrunched up in a dilemma, you seemed to not know what to tell him.

“Step away from the edge my love, you’re going to get hurt.” He was now a few metres away from you. He had half a mind to just use his powers and get you out of danger, but he stopped himself.

When he took another step forward, you yelled at him. “Druig, please! Don’t- Don’t come any closer.”

That sudden fear in your voice caused him to stop immediately. What were you doing??? What was happening???

“I-” you could only stare at him with tears brimming the corner of your eyes, “Why do you have to make this so difficult for me?!” You screamed at him.

To be completely honest, Druig ddidn’t know what you were talking about. He hadn’t seen the signs; he hadn’t seen you seemingly wanting to hurt or kill yourself. But perhaps he was just blind to it, and for that, he hated himself.

He called out to you again, his voice bringing the tears in the corners of your eyes to fully pour out. You sobbed softly as Druig wracked his brain for something to say, anything at all.

How he wished he could just approach you, pull you from the edge and comfort you. He loathed seeing you cry. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t risk coming any closer to you in case that you decided to do the unfathomable.

“Why are you doing this?!” Was the only thing that came out.

You closed your eyes and shook your head violently to the side, whispering and muttering something under your breath. Something he couldn’t hear.

He’s had enough. He cherished your trust in him and he’d hate to break it. But he cared about you more. He couldn’t lose you. Not like this. Not when he had just realized how much love he could give you.

At a moment’s notice, he used his power against you, only to feel a sudden drawback, a terrible headache swirled his head. And you, didn’t move away from the edge. His powers. Didn’t work.

He called out to you again. This time, cautious and absolutely terrified.

The headache grew tenfold in size and pain as he tried, again and again, to force your body to move towards him. To get you to safety, to convince you that you didn’t need to do this. That whatever was pushing you to kill yourself at this moment was irrelevant and didn’t matter.

But it wouldn’t work.

Panic rose through his entire system. Something he didn’t feel very often. But at this moment, with the back of your feet at this point dangling dangerously on edge and his powers seemingly unaffecting you. Terror filled him.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, “I wished we had more time.”

Druig’s legs moved before he could think; he practically ran towards you, desperate to do something instead of standing around. But it was too late by the time he was at arm’s distance towards you. You had leaned back. You had fallen from the building. You had ended your life.

There was a small thud when your body hit the ground, followed by hundreds of screams. The festivities stopped almost immediately. And so did he.

He stayed silent, processing what had just happened. In the end, when he realized this wasn’t just a sick and twisted dream being played on him, he dropped to his knees.

Druig stared at where you had just stood minutes ago, before you took your own life. In his mind, he berated himself for not being able to do something about it. The fact that your mind was immune to his powers was the least of his concerns at this moment.

He could hear Makkari run through the stairs leading up to the rooftop. She stood in shock at the top of the staircase, taking in the sight in front of her. Of Druig, the one Eternal that had never seemed to show any kind of weakness, suddenly on his knees, helplessly watching the spot where the woman he loved once stood.

When Makkari made her way towards her friend, she didn’t use her speed. She took her time for once. Walking towards Druig softly before coming down to her knees beside him as well.

Her right arm reached to his right shoulder, her left on his left, whilst her cheek leaned towards his left shoulder. Offering him a silent comfort, she leaned sideways towards him, embracing him in a side hug. He didn’t move, didn’t react.

He simple stared.

Oh, all of the things he would give to just see you once more. See your bright smile even when you had broken yet another bone from saving the life of a kitten who was just about to be hit by a horse. Hear your voice as you rambled about how someone was kind enough to give you a rare plant form their travels. Fell your lips against his own as the two of you chuckled in the privacy of your garden.

There were many things Druig, an Eternal, didn’t feel much compared to the humans around him. Life experience allowed him to do so. Mortality was a human attribute he never thought would look at him straight in his eyes.

He didn’t know how to feel, what to think, how to act.

Very time he had felt disturbed or helpless, like the times Ajak wouldn’t let him intervene as humans brawled one another, he reacted with anger. He didn’t like feeling sad. He preferred to be angry.

So that was what he did.

He shrugged Makkari’s touch away from him and abruptly stood up. Making his way towards the staircase, his shoulders shoving into Ikaris as the rest of the Eternals finally reached the top of the rooftop to see what happened. He didn’t care for the way Sersi or Ajak called out to him until Makkari stopped them.

He felt angry.

Resentful almost.

At himself for not being able to do anything.

At the world for making humans so damn fragile and mortal.

And finally.

At fate for making him fall so deeply in love with someone who he knew he had a limited time with. Only that he didn’t realize how truly limited that time was.

As he made his way outside the hall, he heard one of the dancers cry. “We were just about to celebrate her birthday. What could push her to do such a thing?!” She wailed into someone’s shoulder.

Oh, fate was truly cruel, wasn’t it?

Your birthday, and not only did he not know, he also had to witness your death on your fucking birthday.

How cruel the world was.

hihihjojojojoiihihihihih I SWEARIT GETS BETTER AND FLUFFIER IN THE NEXT CHAPTER BUT ITS JUST ANGST HERE HIHIHIHHHIHIHIHIHI also also also there are hints in every chapter on what will happen in the future and hints on the reader's 'powers'

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cutelittleluckysoul · 2 years

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Hey! Idk if your requests are open but if they are, could you write something including teasing Kingo or Druig in public (with fem reader?)

Sure I can try:3

Kingo:

Oh my he loves it! Absolutely adores it!

It drives him nuts but he is all here for it.

Would want to get you home as soon as possible

But you wont

His favourite is when you teade him under a table

Or when you guys go shopping and you drag him to buy underwear with you and you try on something sexy just for him

He doesn't know how he just didn't take you in the dressing room

It took a lot of will power

Also love it when you slap his ass teasingly

The moment you are home he is undressing you

Druig

Doesn't hate it but doesn't love it either

Mostly because he gets embarrassed

You try to refrain from physical teasing him ss much as you can

Only sometimes giving his ass a little grope

What you do instead is either whisper all the things to him you want to do later

Which always makes him flustered

Or you think about it very visually, which you know he can see

Like making intense eye contact with him and thinking about him eating you out at the table you are currently sitting at

Or him pounding you against a wall still in his clothes

He will lose every train of thought he has when you do that

#druig smut #kingo x reader #eternals #kingo #kingo imagine #kingo x you #kingo one shot #kingo headcanon #druig x you #druig headcanon #druig oneshot #druig x reader #druig #druig imagine #druig blurb

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m0chaminx · 2 years

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Kingo and Druig Waking Up Beside You Headcannons

*•.¸♡Request : Fem eternal reader waking up beside Kingo and Druig (poly relationship) headcanons please <33 (and I really like the power plant manipulation or like nature manipulation? So if it's relevant could reader have that?)

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : none

*•.¸♡Paring : Kingo x F!reader x Druig

Druig is pressed against your front, your head resting on his chest

Kingo is behind you, holding onto your hands, his head resting on your shoulder

You normally wake up first, but sometimes Kingo beats you to it

Kingo will lace your fingers together, softly playing with your hair

You'll wake up a few minutes later, rolling back against him so he can hold you tight

Druig will grumble and roll away, taking the blanket from you both

Kingo will get up properly a little while later

You'll snuggle back to Druig, wrapping your arms around him

Druig will grumble again, still asleep but will snuggle into your arms

when Druig finally wakes up he'll hold you tighter

"Mornin' love"

You smiled pressing a quick kiss to his nose before blowing a bunch of petals in his face

"Thanks for that"

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madamevirgo · 1 year

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Hi! This might sound really… outlandish, but I have been thinking about Thena using her cosmic energy in bed ;) Could you write a jealousy/ angst smut fic with Thena x reader , please?

Fireworks

Pairing: Thena x (f!)reader

Words: 2443

Warnings: (bad) smut, top Thena, jealousy, public sex, bit of angst, so much cheesiness I might puke, don’t read if you’re a minor but I’m not your mom so do what you want.

A/N: Tis I! Madame Ghosts Virgo coming to you with my first post in months (?) life has gotten insane. College, work, whoever decided we had to actually do something for a living? Got sick, got sick again, and as I was laying in my sick bed (let me tell you, the flu decided to remind us that she was indeed THAT bitch) my mind came up with the most horrifying car sex scenario and I remembered this request and kinda ran with it? (@poeticgal5 I’m so sorry if this doesn’t live up to your expectations but thanks for the inspo). It is 2:42am so even though I reread myself like a million times, you might find some mistakes. Also, welcome to my first public smut. Okay horn-dogs, enjoy.

The Eternals through the years had learned to fit in. They molded and changed as was asked of them by the times. Even Gilgamesh, in his own peculiar way, adapted to the years. They all did, with the exception of Thena. Blame it on Mahd Wy’ry or her stubbornness to let go of a time where human connection was valued above all; she simply refused to immerse herself in today's world more than necessary.

Then came you. Innocent in a way but with eyes full of pain and trauma. You were determined to have her experience all the joys that this world had to offer. Not that you had much experience with them yourself. A Black Widow since birth, born and raised in the Red Room, you knew nothing but darkness. You craved some light, maybe that’s why you latched onto Thena the moment you met her. She shone bright, literally and figuratively.

Since the moment you met her, you had only one goal: experience all the joys in the world with who turned out to be the love of your life.

It wasn’t an easy task. Thena was stubborn (and scary), but you were persistent and perhaps even more stubborn. A trait you’ve always paid heavily for in the Red Room.

So you didn’t let her disinterest affect you. You’ll admit that her initial harsh words gave you a pause and stung your heart a bit, but you didn’t let that stop you. Soon, she started to give in.

Thena would never admit it, but she enjoyed experiencing life with you. Although she always did so with an air of disgust and boredom, behind each sarcastic and sassy comment could be found appreciation.

Appreciation for you, and surprisingly: life.

With the holidays, came new experiences. Tons of endless new experiences. Every year, it was something. One year it was baking, another it was skiing, another it was carolling (which she learned had nothing to do with the movie with that blonde actress with the fur coat). This year, it was a New Year’s Eve party.

Of course, Kingo had been the one to come up with the idea.

Of course, you’d been more than happy to jump at the opportunity to experience something new. As always.

Of course, Thena had agreed to it in the end. As always.

Because you could show her everything there was to see in every universe, but nothing would top the joy she felt seeing a smile light up your face.

So she helped plan, she got dressed, and she made nice with the people. Even those who insisted on calling her ‘Athena’.

All in all, things were going as well as they could go given that you hadn’t been paying attention to her all evening since you’d been running around playing the perfect hostess. Things got significantly worse when some leggy blonde started following you everywhere and making you laugh.

She tried to keep her cool because if she didn’t, things would get bad and she didn’t want to ruin this night for you. But the way this girl kept touching you was testing her control. She must’ve zoned out for a second because she suddenly felt a hand on her arm. Of course, she’d recognize your touch no matter what state she was in.

“Come with me?” You asked once her eyes met yours. And she nodded. Being with you was one of the greatest joys of her life.

You dragged the blonde goddess out and into the garage, and soon enough, you were driving away from the loudness of the house. Thena had not yet been able to grasp the concept of driving. She said it confused her. You suspected that she liked being a passenger princess.

“Where are we going?” She asked as it seemed like you were getting further away from the house, and into a road she’d never taken before.

“You’ll see. We’re almost there.” You said with a smile in her direction.

Soon enough, you pulled up to a cliff that overlooked the city. The view was magnificent and the air pristine.

“If you’re planning on going sky diving, let me stop you right now. My healing abilities don’t extend to others and I don’t fancy burying my girlfriend.” She said as she gripped your wrist to stop you from getting out of the car.

“I’ve jumped out of a plane before - without a parachute, might I add.” You said with a frown.

“Yes, I know, you’re a big bad Black Widow. I don’t care. Once was already too much. I’m so glad you know how gravity works.” she insisted, making you roll your eyes.

“It was more than once.” You mumbled. Which only made her deadpan. “Would you just let us get out of the car? I’m trying to be romantic.” You finally snapped a bit. After a few seconds, she relented and you stepped out of the véhicule, breathing in the fresh air.

You glanced at Thena and saw her with her eyes closed. Taking it in. She always felt best when she was surrounded by nature. You leaned against the hood of the car and watched her for a few moments. She was majestic. A fact that you knew, but never ceased to leave you in awe.

“You wanna talk about what made you almost have an episode?” You finally asked.

“I’m surprised you even noticed.” And although she didn’t open her eyes, you could sense the storm behind them.

You leaned forward, grabbing her hand and pulling her into you. Both of you, leaning on the car for support.

“What could possibly stop me from noticing you, my love?” You wracked your brain trying to find what she was talking about, coming up blank.

“That leggy blonde, she was all over you.” Whispered your girlfriend, not meeting your eyes. It finally clicked.

“Thena, are you jealous?” That was a first.

Thena and you had experienced many emotions, jealousy had never been one of them. It had to be noted that you never really interacted outside of your small circle of comfort and they all were respectful of your relationship or too afraid of Thena to try anything. So this was definitely new. Your heart filled with warmth at another manifestation of Thena’s love for you. You grabbed her chin and gently made her face you.

“Nobody has my attention but you. Although my eyes may not always reside on you, my mind and heart always do. Worry not my love, for me, there’s no one else but you.” And you sealed that promise with a kiss.

“Cheesy,” said the goddess as you pulled away, but the bright smile on her face showed her true sentiment even as she rolled her eyes.

“Only for you.” And you added a cheeky wink.

“Is there a particular reason why you’ve brought us up here? Or did you just want to get me away so I wouldn’t lose control around the humans?” She asked once you both settled down.

“This is the best place to see fireworks in the whole city. Another joy for us to experience. You know, other than the ones caused by bombs or actual explosions.”

“You do know I’ve seen my fair share of fireworks, right? During our time in Babylon, Sprite would create some pretty phenomenal ones. Nothing has compared ever since.” At times, you would catch a glimpse of sadness in her eyes as she reminisced about the past.

In this instance, you couldn’t help but feel a bit dejected. She must have seen the look on your face because she amended quickly.

“But this one will be even more special and incomparable because I’ll be sharing it with you.” She caressed your cheek with her hand, and you reached up to grab it in your hands.

“I’m sure.” And you knew that the smile you gave her wasn’t convincing, perhaps to someone less versed in the subject that was you; but not to Thena.

With a sigh, you lay down and pulled her next to you, on the hood of the car. It occurred to you that you should have grabbed a blanket for comfort. You suddenly worried that her back would hurt. This whole experience was turning out to be the opposite of what you had hoped it would be.

“We should head back. The others will be wondering where we are.” Before you could fully get up, she grabbed your hand, making you look down at her.

“I’m sure they’ll manage. Besides, I thought you wanted to see the fireworks.”

“I just realized that we came a bit too early and I forgot to bring blankets. I don’t think the hood of the car will be comfortable for long.” You wanted to cry. Like everything you planned for Thena, you wanted tonight to be perfect. It was, however proving to be an utter failure.

“I’m very comfortable, but if you’re not, we can go. Although I was hoping to have you experience something new, and you’ve set the scene for it so beautifully.” She got up and before you knew it she was standing next to the passenger’s door. The glint in her eyes told you she was up to no good, and the shiver that ran up down your spine told you you’d love every second of it.

“I’m sure they can go without us for a little bit longer.” You whispered as she slowly approached you, like a hunter creeping on its prey.

“Uh huh.” She wrapped her arms around you and claimed your lips with hers.

If it wasn’t for the car, your legs would have given out. Every time she kissed you, you turned to mush; but there was something in her energy tonight that was different.

“I have so much energy pant up from not killing that leggy blonde. I think it could be better invested in you. Don’t you agree?” She pulled back from whispering in your ear to bite the lobe and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Yes.” Was all you could manage to say as you wrapped your arms around her to steady yourself.

This seemed to be all the answer she needed before letting loose. She pushed you down on the hood of the car and the telltale gold of her powers that occurred when she was manipulating cosmic energy appeared at each one of your wrists, restraining you to the car.

“I don’t know who will enjoy this more. What I know for certain is that neither she nor anyone will ever be able to make you feel as good as I’m about to make you feel.” If that was her certainty, yours was that your pussy was currently the Nile river.

She rolled up your shirt over your head and locked your lips in a searing kiss that made your head spin from lack of oxygen; before slowly, tortuously kissing her way to your boobs. Neither of them was left without attention. She was sucking and biting on one while squeezing and palming the other with her hand, making your back arch in pleasure.

Thankfully, you could feel that she wasn’t in a teasing mood tonight. Right when you thought it couldn’t get any better, she started sending bursts of cosmic energy into your body with each bite and pinch.

You were suddenly grateful that you had driven you both up here so no one could hear the noises you let out.

“Thena, please. More.” The way you were doing your absolute best to trap her between your legs told her exactly where you needed her.

She removed her mouth from your boob and continued trailing kisses until she reached the gates of absolute pleasure. One kiss, two. It was like a silent prayer that she sent to the universe; thanking it for the feast she was about to taste.

Then she dived in and you could have come right then. You let out a loud moan and the hand that had been left on your other boob disappeared before two fingers were shoved in your mouth for you to suck on.

Again and again and again she cherished your clitoris, drinking you up like the last glass of water on earth. Her powers had always intrigued you. The beauty of it all. But the way she was using it to pleasure you right now? You would’ve given what you didn’t have to keep this feeling from ever ending.

And then she stopped. You were quick to open your eyes with a glare. How dare she deny you such pleasure? Of such a euphoric feeling? It was yours to take and hers to give.

“Relax, my love,” she pressed a kiss to your lips and then your cheek, making your gaze soften. “I’m not quite done with you yet.” And then she pushed into you.

Thena and you had used a strap more than once, but never one made from cosmic energy. It was almost alive; an extension of her, pulsating inside of you and that energy was spreading in your insides. It was pleasure like you’ve never experienced, and it felt almost sinful not to die immediately after.

“Fuck, right there Thena. Rig-” you couldn’t breathe, in the most fabulous way. It was like breathing, speaking, would take away from your experience of this feeling, this moment. You couldn’t have that.

Thena was a dancer, graceful yet impactful in her movements. They were precise and direct and carried everything that couldn’t be said. You saw it in her fighting style, and you felt it in the way she was fucking you.

“I love you”

“We are now one.”

“I love you.”

“You are an extension of me.”

It almost felt like she was speaking all these thoughts directly in your head. You honestly didn’t want to think about the probability of that. Mostly because you reached your peak and as you came undone and felt warmth unleash inside of you, you had to open your eyes to make sure you weren’t going crazy when you heard fireworks above you.

“Happy New Year,” said your blonde girlfriend, as she tried to catch her breath.

“The happiest.” You mumbled as you pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

You could have fallen asleep right there, consequences be damned. And you would’ve if it wasn’t for Thena speaking.

“I think we dented your car.” She mumbled.

“That’s okay. It’s one of Kingo’s.” You mumbled right back.

You would get up eventually. But for now, you wanted to enjoy this new bond that had been formed between you two.

#madamevirgowrites #angelina jolie #angelina jolie x reader #thena x reader #thena eternals #thena x y/n #the eternals #mcu x reader #mcu fanfiction

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redrydersrequiem · 4 months

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Golden eyed phantom chapter 2

Paring Druig x reader

Rating explicit 18+only,minors,ageless,blank blogs will be blocked

Plot: phantom of the opera au

Warnings theres no smut this time and sorry if its a little shorter then the first chapter

The audience's cheers roll over you like waves as the final curtain closes. You're quickly whisked away, Madame Ajak, bless her, swiftly guides you to your new dressing room before the reporters, opera patrons and fans could move to swarm the backstage area wanting to meet the new star of the Opera de Popular. Much to your dismay however the entrance was already chaotically crowded with people. Thankfully Mr Nelson and Murdock where already front and center, Mr. Nelson was gladly answering the reporters and basking in the crowd's awe while Mr Murdock alongside Gilgamesh provided a more physical barrier, not letting the over eager patrons near, allowing you and madame to finally enter the dressing room.

Once inside silence overcomes you, finally feeling like you could breathe deeply,counting to ten a few times to calm the ringing beating of your heart. It’s not till madame cleared her throat that you looked up, an explosion of color filling your gaze. Flowers of every size, shape and color fill every available surface, bouquets of some of the most exotic flowers you've ever seen.

“Wow” Madame just laughs at your shocked face

“This is to be expected my dear” she goes about the room examining the abundance of flowers, focusing on one of the bigger bouquets.

“Look, this one is from Count Ikarus and his family. It sees that young man is quite smitten with you”

“Yes so it seems”

“What’s wrong my dear.? You don't seem excited about your successful debut?”

“No it's not that Madame i'm truly grateful for everything that has happened.”

“But?”

At first you don't answer but Madame gives you one of her motherly looks and all resolve crumbles

“But…… it feels wrong somehow like something is missing.”

“Something? Or someone?”

As soon as the words leave her mouth the image of your angel comes to mind, bringing a light blush along with it.

“I see that look dear, it's alright. It’s perfectly normal for someone your age, all I ask of you is to be smart about your choices ok.?”

You just smile nodding yes not really wanting to go into a whole spiel with her right now, but thankful for her all the same. The women truly being the only mother figure you've ever known

“I will mama jaks.”

“Ohhh thank you dear, I haven’t heard you call me that in so long i've missed it”.

“I'm sorry I.”

“No no, none of that. I'm glad to be mama jaks to you, you and sersi are my daughters whether you like it or not.”

She kisses you on the forehead before urging you up from the sofa and towards the changing screen to help you out of the heavy gown you've been in all night.

Once deglamorized you stealthily made your way to the dancers entrance avoiding any leftover fans, walking quickly to meet up with sersi. Your whole opera family was celebrating your triumphant first show at Gil and thenas house, Gil’s cooking and drinks galore is what kingo had stayed. Not wanting to keep everyone waiting, you and Sersi begin the familiar walk. Now it does dawn on you, that two young women shouldn’t probably be walking in the deed of night in Paris’s strees but the promise of having Gilgamesh’s famous (your favorite dessert) all to yourself overweighs all those worries

“I can’t wait to see what all Gil cooked. I'm starving.” Sersi simply laughs at you

“How is all you can think about is food after the day you've had.?”

“Hey you try being poked and prodded at and then thrust in front of hundreds of people in a heavy costume and not be hung/“

Her hand grabbing your arm halting your steps stops you mid sentence. She’s even pushing you behind her when you finally notice the black carriage that has now pulled up alongside the two of you. You both give each other knowing glances as you assume the defensive stances thena had drilled into you.

Just as the door opens and you both go to move a familiar head of brown hair steps out.

“Ikarus?”

“Little (y/n/n) and friend. I apologize if I frightened you mademoiselles, i was caught by opera patrons and was unable to speak with you. Imagine my luck to stumble upon the new star of Paris opera walking along the street.

“Yes, how fortunate. I'm sorry, if i had known you wished to speak with me i would have waited at the theater.

“No it's my fault I should have tried harder to get away, um if you could, may I have a moment of your time.?”

“Of course you may!” Sersi answers for you. “I’ll be just over here while you two speak” she nods to both of you before stepping over to study a random storefront, acting the picture of innocents and not like she just threw you under a carriage. Turning back towards Ikarus you notice his eye haven’t left sersi.

“Ehhem”

Ikarus’s head snaps back into place a practiced smile falling into place

“what can i do for you count de solar?”

“firstly just call me Ikarus please”

“ok Ikarus it is then”

“and you? Are you still little (ynn) or are you now the new diamond of the Paris opera scene.?”

“no i'm simply (y/n)”

”very well simply y/n, i must say your performance was a revelation. It’s amazing to see how far you've come since I last saw you.”

“fifteen years is a long time, a lot of things change.”

“yes…..i heard about your fathers passing, my condolences. He was a brilliant musician and I'm sure he would be incredibly proud of you.”

“thank you that's very kind of you, he would have felt honored to. Hear such high praise.

“Listen, I don't wish to keep you or your companion out in this cold night air much longer, so I will simply ask if you would be willing to have a meal with me, to catch up?”

After a quick contemplation you agreed not wanting to turn down the benefactor of the opera or a count. Terrific he replies before turning to his driver to discuss something quietly. You take this time to all sersi back over

“Did you both figure everything out?

“Yeah, he asked me to dinner.”

“oh y/n that's exciting. Oh he's coming back”

“Well I thank you for agreeing to dinner but I do have one more issue.”

oh?” You ask the duke questioningly.

“Yes it would be ungentlemanly of me to allow two young women to walk the damp streets of Paris at such an hour please let me top you off to your destination?”

You're about to decline given Gil and thena home is only fifteen minutes more away but once more sersi interrupts, accepting the offer for you both and allowing Ikarus to help her into his carriage before you get even a syllable out. The quick ride is filled with mostly Sersi and Ikarus talking (flirting) while you nodded along with whatever they were talking about just watching how they interacted, both sporting light blushes as they speak. However your destination arrives before you can make any sort of comment

“Here we are, sir.”

“Thank you mr smith.”

Ikarus quickly hopped out helping you and sersi out. You both turn dipping into quick curtsies, bidding the young count goodbye. He gives us both a nod and slight bow, his gaze lingering on sersi once more before hopping into his carriage and driving away.

“I can't believe that just happened, you truly do know the count y/n”

“I told you I did. Besides, I don't think its that impressive to know a count.”

“y/n you should be excited! He's young,handsome, kind and comes from a wealthy Noble family. He would make a perfect husband.”

“HUSBAND?…….. No sersi. I know that all sounds nice to you but to me he will always be the boy next door that was nice to me one moment then would tease me the next till he all but disappeared one day.”

“Oh sweety im/“

“/no it's fine, I understand what you're saying but Ikarus just isn't for me, in fact I think you should take your own advice.”

She whips around about to gripe at you with a blush on her face when the door bursts open, kingos extravagant self standing there, before he pulls you both into the warm house. Music's playing lightly as the boisterous noises from the living room pull you all in. And there everyone is cheers ringing in the air as everyone is ready to finally celebrate your musical debut.

The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon, everyone had turned in, some (cough kingo and sprite cough) where. Forced to turn in after a night of one to many. You however couldn't find sleep for the life of you. Still too high on the adrenaline of the day to find peace so you decide to go for a walk. The early morning shops were setting up and beginning their days.Couriers race beside you. A few people wished you good morning before they went about their days. All in all it was a peaceful morning walk that ended in the same place it always did. The place you always go when you're alone or pent up or sad, happy, really any emotion. This was your safe place, the small cathedral attached to the Opera house.

Like always a few lone candles flicker in the room's damp breeze. Just as you go to light an additional candle for your father a musical trilling sounds in the room startling you. Looking around you see where the music came from. Under the cathedral's small stained glass window set a beautiful music box. It was a silver box, not large but not too small. It’s had (your favorite flower )designed on it rounding all the sides and laying carefully carved on the top, with tiny gems that sparkled like stars scattered around

(I cant pick one they’re all to pretty)

Where did you come from?” just as your about to touch the bow that familiar glowing aura brushes over you

“hello my little muse.”

There's that voice. That voice that teaches you with a stern hardness. Tha voice that caresses you at night covering your body in goosebumps and making your heart race. The voice you dream about that has you held captive. He was your teacher, your savior, your angel, your phantom.

“Good morning master.” you go to move to turn around hopeful to finally see the being that has overtaken every fiber of your body

‘Wait!” you pause, the air feeling charged as you obey his command

“Let me take you in first , my muse.”

The basic evening wear you wore yesterday didn't bother you when you put it on but now you wished you wore anything else, but nevertheless you felt his gaze roam your body like the finest piece of art. Out of your peripheral you can just make out the bottoms of his pressed black slack, the elegant polished boots and the swishing of the evening cape he had on the red lining accentuating his legs.

You attempt to see more but he steps directly behind you. His body is warm in the cold room, as you feel his fingertips glide up your back. Before his hands up your shoulders.

“my beautiful beautiful muse, how you shined like the brightest star in the universe. The goddess Aphrodite herself would be envious.”

“thank you master”

“oh how i relish those words do say it again”

“master?”

“emmmmmmm yes I do like the sound of that. Do you like your present my muse” he asks gesturing to the music box

“its beautiful”

“The song inside is of my own composition, please open it and tell me what you think.”

you reluctantly move away from his warmth to step back towards the music box, still not daring to look back over your shoulder. Tracing your finger over the flower on the top, taking a much needed breath and open the box

a hauntingly beautiful melody leaks out.

“Does it please you?”

“Its breathtaking”

“I'm pleased that something so small could elicit such feelings. I wonder how you would react to me then” a million thoughts rush through your head, he's finally going to let me see him.

“Would you like to see me, my little muse?” He laughs “I can hear the thoughts rushing through your head.’

yes master falls from your lips

his body steps up to you again. No room between the roof you as his breath fans your ear and hands take place on your hips. You feel like the earth would fall out from under you if it weren’t for his presence keeping you grounded.

“Are you sure my muse.”

“yes master”

“hmmmmmmmmmmmm”

you feel his. Lips kiss your shoulder and something cold above his nose brushing against you before he pulls back and the words you’ve waited so long to hear are finally spoken.

“Very well……… Look at me.”

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bluebirdsboi · 11 months

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MCU Masterlist | Last Updated: 8/13/23

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redwingstan · 1 year

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requesting rules!

What I Do:

-sfw - angst or fluff

-Headcannons (I LOVE DOING THESE)

-Requests that include a prompt/no prompt

-fem or gn reader

What I don't do:

-nsfw/smut

-extreme gore, suicide, verbal/physical assault, incest, etc

-character x character, character x oc, character x sibling!reader

Who I write for:

Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Namor, Loki, Thor, Torres, Clint Barton, Kingo

#redwingstan #sam wilson x reader #bucky x reader #namor x reader #loki x reader #joaquin torres x reader #clint barton x reader #thor x reader #muc x reader #mcu reader inserts #reader insert rules #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfiction

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lilacliquors · 2 years

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kinktober day seven: mutual masturbation

pairing: kingo x reader

word count: 350

notes: welcome to say seven! we had a few kingo requests for the month, so here's the first one. and tomorrow will be yet another one, so back to back kingo-tober. as always, likes are appreciated, reblogs are highly recommended. happy kinking!

the silk sheets were cool against your heated skin as you rubbed circles over your clit. beside you, kingo had a hand around his cock, brushing his thumb over the tip and letting out a quiet groan. it was killing him, not being able to touch you just yet, but this was his suggestion to try after all. it was easy for him to get off, but he wanted to know just what drove you crazy, what made you tick, what brought you pleasure. and watching you make yourself come undone was a kind of sexy he’d never witnessed before.

you trailed your hand a bit lower, dipping your fingers between your folds and sliding them into your cunt with a sigh. while you wished it was his fingers fucking you, his hands and tongue working you, you knew your body best, and you had obliged him when he asked to see it. you began to slowly pump your fingers, your breath catching in your throat as they brushed over that sweet spot, the one you knew so well. you began to pump your fingers faster, bringing your other hand up to play with your breast and tweak your nipple.

at the sight of you, kingo began to stroke himself faster, throwing his head back with another groan as the muscles in his stomach began to clench. just the thought of your legs wrapped around his waist later on that night as he pounded into you, making you beg and whimper and moan, it was driving him crazy.

“mm… gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum,” you whispered, letting go of your chest to reach for his hand. and then you came. your back arched off of the bed, and the sounds falling from you lips were enough to make your lover cum. and as you both came down from your highs, your fingers laced together, and he gave your hand a squeeze.

“that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen,” he whispered, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“you think so?”

“mhm. and i hope you’re reading to do it again.”

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eternalslover · 2 years

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OBI-WAN KANOBI SPOILERS?!?!

I better be seeing Haja Estree writing soon or Istg-

I want to see headcanons, drabbles, oneshots, fics, angst, fluff, smut EVERYTHING

I love him SO MUCH ALREADY

PLEASE I NEED SOMEONE TO START WRITING FOR HIM

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inkareds · 2 years

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✧. In Every Lifetime ✧. Chapter 2 - The Kingdom of Attica

✧.* word count: 4.8k (yes I did get carried away) ✧.* warnings: mentions of suicide, terrible geography on my part, a lot of Greek Mythology details and tidbits for you nerds ✧.* genre: Angst? Cliffhanger ending // NSFW only cause of the death part

nav // marvel m.list // series m.list // ko-fi

Series summary: Druig had always thought you were a curious individual, always muttering something under your breath and always being able to save other people’s lives. He would’ve never thought you were more curious than he ever thought possible.

PS THERE ARE NOTES AT THE END THAT EVERYONE SHOULD READ FOR CONTEXT ON THE CONFUSING PARTS!! After eradicating the threat in Babylon, Ajak thought that leaving the city painted in memories of you would do Druig some good, all the while he laments on the memories of the two of you.

Human beings are mortal. Healing took longer, they felt more pain, and most importantly, they aged. Their bodies rot and turn to dust as they wither and die. The Eternals knew this. As far as the humans were concerned, they could only help them live until their own bodies eventually killed them. Death, was a part of human nature. However, this allowed their lives to become more precious.

Yet, that made it even more unfair that in such a short time, Death took you away from him.

However, as human after human dies, time still moves on.

And time did move.

Druig took his time moving on, however. With all the time in the world, he would take his sweet time savouring the moment you gave him. Lamenting for a moment, about what could’ve pushed you to do such a thing. You, the oddest human he’s ever met, yet, the kindest.

There is a part of him that wishes he had heard what you whispered before you plunged yourself into the cold hands of Death. Maybe he would have gained a little more insight into why you did what you did. Also, why his powers did not work on you.

As a side note, he didn’t tell his fellow Eternals about that little part of you. At least initially. You were a close friend to all of them, though particularly close to Druig. He didn’t want to plague their minds with questions that plagued his own when they were grieving.

Though eventually, he did so. He took his time, and they took theirs. Then, the questions started to pop out. Questions he knew he couldn’t answer by himself. Questions he thought the rest would be able to help him answer.

How wrong he was.

“What do you mean you couldn’t control her mind?” Ikaris asked his brow furrowed in confusion as he stood straighter, with both hands crossed over his chest.

“Exactly that, I couldn’t control her mind. What part of that statement confuses you?” Druig’s accent came off stronger as he shot back with malice.

It was only natural for any kind of interaction between him and Ikaris to be filled with poison and irk. It came to a point where it would’ve been odd if the two of them didn’t constantly butt heads. He remembered how the sharp interactions between him and Ikaris were much more mellow when you were still here.

“Druig, didn’t you say you could enter her mind in the past?” Ajak stepped between Druig;s and Ikaris’ line of sight. “I did,” he answered, “I only tried it once, but I couldn’t make her step away from the ledge. As if something was blocking me.”

“Blocking you?” This time Sprite was the one who spoke out, mostly out of confusion and not a real question directed at him. Druig only nodded in response as the others mulled over at the new piece of information provided to them.

He remembered the first and only instance where he read your mind. He and the others were just about to venture outside the city walks to look for an escaped Deviant. When you had asked if he would go to a specific area outside. At first, he said he didn’t know, seeing as how they would be following the Deviant’s tracks.

When seemed to deflate, Druig asked you what made that specific area special, when, if he remembered correctly, was just an arid desert. You shook your head and assured him that it didn’t matter. It was then that he, at the time, did something he thought was harmless.

He entered your mind to find out the answer to his question himself. Fully intending on teasing you about it afterwards, reminding you that he had powers. Sure, it was a breach of privacy, but again, he didn’t think much of it at the time.

Well he got his answer, a rare flower grew there. Blooming only this season. A flower you haven’t been able to find anywhere else and you wanted desperately.

In return for his answer, he was met with your frightened expression.

Wide eyes with stiffened body posture, as if what he did angered you so.

Druig remembered your shaky voice as you asked if he had seen anything he shouldn’t in your head. From the shock of it all, and in a desperate attempt to calm you down, he spoke the truth, no amount of teasing or malice in his tone.

That day, before he went out to hunt for the Deviant, you had made him swear to never go into your mind ever again. Something that, had you not been someone so special to his heart, he would’ve taken with malice. But because it had been you that asked, he agreed.

The rest of the day, you had grown so cold to him that, for once in his life, he felt guilty for using his power. He remembered returning from the hunt with the flower in his hand, using it as an outlet for an apology. The same flower you tended to right after you had shared your first kiss with him.

Seeing the terror in your eyes was enough for him to never look into your mind again, lest he wanted you to hate him.

Though, that didn’t matter now anymore, did it?

“Did she ever act odd to you?” Phastos asked. Druig lamented on the best way to answer such a question. In truth, yes, you did act odd a lot of the time. Despite your age, you had the intelligence alike of someone not your age.

Then there were your tiny odd quirks. Again, how your plants were still able to grow, albeit slower, in the dead of winter. How you healed quicker than most humans, even if broken bones didn’t take days to recover. You healed cuts and bruises in a significantly faster rate than he would expect form a normal human.

You seldom, if ever, got sick. When your gashes and cuts were dirtied, there was never a time where you were hit with an infection.

During the days when you were still with him. Druig chalked up your interesting healing to your luck. Stating in his mind that you must’ve just been lucky and he shouldn’t question it too much if he didn’t want to jinx it.

But now that you were gone. Those questions ran rampant through his head.

He remembered the time you were stabbed by a thief, shielding a man from the blow. He remembered the way his heart dropped, thinking you would surely die from the amount of blood you had lost. Only to be met with laughter and banter when you woke up in the doctors.

A week later, you were tending to your garden and practising your dances as if you hadn’t just experienced a life-threatening event.

Now that he thought about it, you weren’t very, human.

Physically, you had to be. After all, you died. You fell to your demise and your heart stopped the moment your bones cracked from the impact. Despite this, there was one possibility.

You could’ve been a human with powers. There was now ay someone like you, who’d jump at the first sight of danger to rescue someone, live that long. You had survived a dozen too many life-threatening events.

Though it was definitely a mystery. To him and to the others.

Once more.

Time passed on.

The memory of you and your supposed powers lingered in everybody’s minds. Being brought up every once and a while. But they had to move on from the past. You were dead, there was no way in calling the dead off the grave. Not to mention the fact that they had a job to finish.

Destroy the Deviants, return to Olympia.

Druig still cherished you though. He held dear to his heart the short time you and he spent together. Despite the fact that your very existence was shrouded with mystery he didn’t see at the time when his eyes were covered with rose coloured lens.

As Babylon grew and flourished without the ever-looming threat of the Deviants. The Eternals moved on to the next kingdoms and cities. They explored other flourishing lands under the threat of Deviants. And their next stop? The great large land of what is in the far future will be known as Greece.

Right now though, they were simply going to a small Kingdom with the name of Attica. A Kingdom located in Southern Central Greece.

Not that Druig really cared. Thena on the other hand, loved the entirety of Greece, war and all. Gilgamesh had mused that it must’ve been due to the way the Greeks practically praised the ground where Thena walked on. Prophesizing that she was sent by Athena herself.

They hadn’t been to any part of Greece in quite some time, but now that the Deviants had come back to the land, no doubt due to the Greeks’ growing intelligence. The Eternals make their long-awaited return.

On their journey there, Druig came across a flower he had never thought to see again. There growing from the ground, right outside a temple on the edge of Attica, grew a beautiful, familiar, flower. White petals with tiny yellow ones crowning its middle. He knew the flower.

It was that same flower he used as an apology.

Seeing it brought old memories back to him. It brought a sense of bittersweet sadness. Wanting to keep his uncaring demeanour, he looked around to see the other Eternals walking about; thinking none of them was paying attention to him, he softly picked the flower from the ground and went to pocket it.

“I didn’t know you liked flowers, Druig.” Druig quickly stopped himself from pocketing the delicate flower, masking his surprise when he heard Ajak’s voice behind him. He opened his mouth to reason why he wanted the flower when she spoke again, cutting him off, “You don’t have to explain.” She chuckled.

He rolled his eyes as a relaxed smile made its way onto his expression. She looked at the flower Druig was holding, her eyes observing its petals.

“The narcissus flower,” she hummed to herself. “You know, here, these flowers represent Persephone.” Ajak explained. Usually, Druig would have stopped her before she could continue. Noting on how he didn’t need to know the lore of imaginary gods the humans’ created.

But realizing Ajak knew quite a bit about a flower that clearly meant something to you made him intrigued. He wanted to learn more about your interest. If not for himself, but to feel, perhaps, more connected to you, over the grave.

“They say it was the flower Hades used as a lure to abduct Persephone so that he could wed her. Nowadays, the flower represents eternal love, beauty, and,” Ajak paused. Clearing her throat as if the word was stuck in it. Druig quirked his head to the side in confusion. “An early death.”

He chuckled dryly at the coincidence.

“How fitting.” He bitterly responded before pocketing the flower and catching up with all the others. Leaving Ajak, to sigh.

It would take an idiot to not be able to see that Druig was still hurting. Even after all these years, he still seems to remember ever last second of interaction with you. The mind reader might benefit from moving away from the last remnants of what was left of you by leaving Babylon, Ajak hoped. Perhaps, it was time for him to move on.

Just like all of them had suspected, once they arrived at the city’s centre. Word quickly spread about the oddly dressed visitors who came into the city moments after a large flying object was seen in the sky, which they didn’t know was the Domo. All speaking a language foreign to the native tongue of the locals and foreigners from trading zones.

It didn’t take long for the many historians, philosophers, and librarians quickly gathered their wit to inform the King on who they were. They came up with old texts, created by generations before them. Dictating the Eternals’ glory and battles against the monsters, especially, Thena’s.

It didn’t help that they killed a Deviant whilst all of this was unfolding, in front of many Atticans and otherwise. Making everyone truly realize that these were the people written by their ancestors, coming back to rescue them.

Popularity, soon followed.

With the King inviting them to a large banquet held under their name in his palace later that night. His people tried to tend to anything the Eternals could ever want. Asking if they needed anything every few minutes. The academics questioned their technology, their life, their physiology, everything. The heroes and soldiers were even worse.

It was rather stifling, especially to Druig. Who didn’t care much for popularity nor the love of the people around him. Despite this, the others were able to deal with it much easier. Especially, Thena, who unlike everyone else. Basked in the attention, she grinned as children swarmed around her. Asking her if she was Athena herself, only for their mothers to shut them up, afraid of divine wrath.

Even Sprite, ended up decorating the roofs of people’s houses with images of the war stories the soldiers told.

So, it wasn’t a surprise that they ended up split up. Each of them doing something somewhere, agreeing to meet later in the night after the King’s banquet back in the Domo. Leaving Druig and Makkari alone in a quieter part of the large city.

Even then, academics followed them around. They questioned about the language he and Makkari spoke. Not familiar with the sign language nor the English language, that in the future, will become the norm. Though Makkari could quickly leave the area, a part of her felt sympathy to Druig who would surely be scolded by Ajak if he hypnotized everyone to leave him alone.

It was then that, all of the sudden, someone tapped both their shoulders, causing them to turn around. There in front of them, stood a woman. With the way she was dressed, Druig assumed she was a priestess at a temple. Perhaps Demeter’s or Artemis, thought he colours of her robes were much darker than the pure white usually adorned by priestesses.

The shawls that usually sat on priestesses’ shoulders sat atop of her head, covering a large portion of her face. Allowing them to only see her smile.

“Excuse me; myself and a few others offered your friends some solace and rest in our temple. Would you like to join them?”

Though it was a polite invitation, Druig could read between the lines. The young priestess was offering them a place to rest away from all the philosophers, academics, historians, and the like from bothering them. After all, in normal circumstances, the temples were a sacred place.

None of them would dare follow him or Makkari inside.

Regarding the offer, both of them excused themselves as their audience threw the priestess a sharp glare. To which she responded with a sweet smile. Druig noted how realization seem to cross their faces and immediately they shrank back into their seats, regretting the malice they shot at her.

As she led the two of them to where the rest had gathered, she spoke, “I must apologize for our people’s excitement for your arrival. We had believed that the Gods would send us warriors to save us from the monsters. They assumed those warriors are you.”

At this statement, Druig couldn’t help but let his mischievous nature take over. “Do you not think so?” he asked. Signing the entire conversation to Makkari so she could still understand their conversation.

He saw a fond smile on the priestess’ face under her hood before responding, “No, you weren’t sent by the Gods. This I know,” she turned to them, stopping in her tracks. “But you did come here to defeat those monsters, haven’t you?”

“You’re right on the last point,” Druig couldn’t help but want to drawl out the conversation longer. A sense of weird longing in his heart. “But how are you so sure we weren’t sent by your Gods? The locals seem to believe Thena was sent by Athena herself.”

She laughed at that, “If you were truly sent by the Gods, or at least Thena by Athena. I would know.” She turned and continued the walk.

Before Druig could ask more what she meant by that, the three of them had arrived at their destination. It was a distance from the markets which allowed the busying noise not to interrupt their rest, but close enough that they could walk back to civilization.

In front of them stood a vast temple. Beautifully carved, with marble pillars and stairs. In the middle of it lay an ample enclosed space. On the steps, Sersi and Ikaris stood awaiting their arrival.

“I was wondering where the two of you were. Come in, the King came by half an hour ago, he agreed to have the banquet here instead of the busy palace.” Sersi chuckled. “And how did he even agree to that?” Makkari signed.

Ikaris was the one to respond. “Well, not easily. Though, she helped.” He gestured towards the priestess who shook her head with a smile. “The King seems to listen to you.” he shrugged.

“Lucky me I suppose.” Was her only response, “Well then, I shall take my leave. I hope you enjoy the meals we’ve prepared for you, Druig, Makkari.” The priestess bowed her head in respect before slinking away to the interior of the vast temple.

It was at that moment that Druig realized something. He doesn’t remember telling the young priestess his name. Not only that, he remembered distinctly in their last trip there, his name was not written in any of the texts. Unlike Makkari, who, though never told her name, would understand why the priestess knew of it. How then? How did she know who he was?

It seemed Makkari noticed this too, as while they made their way inside the temple, she signed to him. “I didn’t think you told anyone your name here?”

Druig stayed silent, letting both of them lament in their confusion over the odd priestess who seem to know more than she lets on.

He lets those thoughts wander to the back of his mind when he entered the temple. Choosing instead to observe the great architectural wonder around him. The ceilings crept into the sky like never ending beams, the top littered in dark paintings. As he made his way into the middle of the temple, a structure stood tall and proud.

It was a statue of a tall man with a large beard and long curly hair. He held a staff in one hand and on the other was a chain, tied to a sitting three-headed dog beside him.

Hades.

This was a temple for hades. One of the few in the Pantheon he cared to remember. Despite this, a temple standing this grand and large confused him. The Greek s honoured the God of the Dead through their funeral rites rather than temples and offerings.

It hit him now that, the priestess leading them must’ve been a loyal servant of Hades, and she had mentioned there were others like her. That fact itself, was as equally perplexing.

Walking past the statue and the middle of the entrance, he didn’t realize how substantial the interior actually was. From the outside, whilst it did look big. It was nothing compared to the sheer size it was inside.

The room with the statue continued further back, acting as a large hallway. It had small tables and chairs beautifully crafted and a fountain with running water. The hallway of an entrance room ended with a large, ornate-looking white door, which he couldn’t be bothered to wonder how to open. On either sides of him were doors to another room. They were simpler in design than the one at the end of the room.

One of them he suspected to be a place where people would offer and pray.

The other was already opened, showing the others inside with a large table in the middle filled with food and drinks.

Druig entered the room, noting to explore the large temple later on.

The day proceeded as it usually did. With no sightings of the Deviants, therefore right now, the Eternals could rest and talk amongst themselves. Indulging on delicious foods and fruits provided by the King and the locals. Who, actually did pay them a visit. Though, he wouldn’t stay for very long though, an hour at most, excusing himself as he had things to tend to.

It would be a few hours before they’d retire back to the Domo to sleep. Then tomorrow, they’d wake and search the lands for these hiding Deviants.

Druig, though, was somewhat distracted. The hooded priestess entered the room several times, putting more food and drink on the table. Never staying, unlike her fellow priestesses who listened to stories and flirted with everyone else regardless of gender.

One thing he found quite curious too was the way the King acted around her when he still dined with them. Druig didn’t want to believe Ikaris at first when he said the King listened to her, after all, she was a mere priestess, and he was the King. They’re known to be quite self-centred. The King acted familiar with the priestess.

She chatted with him and even seem to scold him at times when he would speak too loudly. There was a fondness in the way they interacted.

Another curious thing was the way she wouldn’t meet Druig’s gaze, nor interact with him.

She avoided filling his glass, letting the others do that whilst she filled every other person’s glass. Then there was the topic of her voice. There was a familiarity to them. It made his eyebrow quirk the first time he heard it. Causing him to want to drawl out what little conversations they had with one another.

But now, hearing it more often, even hearing her silent laughter as Kingo told a joke to the entire room. He couldn’t help but feel… warm?

He leaned towards Phastos who stood beside him. “Is she familiar to you?” Druig asked.

Phastos looked around the room to see who his friend was querying about. When his eyes landed on the hooded priestess just about to leave the room. He shrugged.

“The hooded one?” He asked almost unbelievingly. “She’s the head of the temple, the others say she’s not around as often as she is now. Said she travels around for business and the like, you probably saw her in passing.”

Druig squinted as she made her way outside the room, her smile dropping when she was outside everyone’s line of sight. He didn’t believe Phastos’ words at all. It wasn’t a good enough explanation.

So, before he left, Druig jabbed at the man, “For someone who’s supposed to eb the smartest among us, I didn’t think you could come up with something so unbelievable.” Phastos’ eyes grew wide and his mouth opened in shock as he stammered out a response, one Druig could not hear as he was already leaving the room.

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to rest easy tonight without solving this small mystery of his, he pushed himself off from the pillar he was leaning on and walked towards the doorway. Ignoring Phastos’ question on where he was off to.

When he stepped outside, he realized he didn’t know where she went.

Druig reasoned that there was no way she could go back outside. The temple, though near enough to reach the markets with a walk, was still isolated. In addition, it was quite dark outside, making travel a fool’s errand. Therefore, she must’ve been in the temple itself.

It shouldn’t be difficult to find her. Though the internal part of the temple was separated into four rooms, the middle with the statue, the left which he just left from, the room closed by an ornate door, and the one he was facing right now. The one he was sure was where the offerings were made.

The room itself, except for the one with the ornate door, he wasn’t so sure about that one, was open. There wasn’t any other structure to obstruct the view of anyone in the doorway from seeing everything else in the large rooms.

Finding one priestess in a relatively empty temple, seeing as how the others were still indulging themselves with his friends, shouldn’t be too challenging.

Surely, she must have been going to offer something to her God. So that was where he went in first.

Druig opened the door in front of him, immediately being greeted with the sweet soft smell of freshly picked flowers. The room was smaller than the ones the rest were eating in; though thinking back to normal sized temples, it was still quite a huge area.

There was a smaller version of the statue in the entryway in the middle back of the room, though it was still almost the height of Druig himself. Surrounding the statue, on its feet, were various trinkets, flowers, and even money.

In front of the statue, kneeling, was the woman he was looking for.

Her back was to him but he could already tell the hood was still secured to cover her face. Seeing her position, she seemed to be praying. Something to add to the growing list of oddities about this woman.

Being a priestess to the God of the Dead was one thing. Praying to him, was a whole other thing he didn’t think any Greeks were willing to do. You see, the Greeks tended to try not to take the attention of the God who governed over the dead too much. Lest they want to accidentally invoke the wrath of him or any of his souls.

Druig wanted to question her, but respecting her religion, he waited till she rose from her kneeling position. Showing him that she was finished praying.

“What is your name.” he wasted no time in trying to figure out who she was. She appeared surprised by his sudden appearance, quickly turning to meet the other person in the room with her.

Though, it only took mere seconds for her to go back to normal, an easy smile on her face.

“Shouldn’t you be enjoying your time with your fellow Eternals?” I’m sure you’ll have your hands full dealing with monsters tomorrow.” Checkmate.

Not only was she avoiding his question, she said something that basically cemented the fact that she knew more than she let on. “Little priestess,” he practically purred with threat as he made his way closer to her, “Only my friends and I know what we’re called.” He paused, “And I don’t think I recall ever telling you we’re called Eternals.”

She was practically frozen on the spot at this point.

“Well, I- I must’ve heard it in passing, excuse me.” As she tried to duck away from him towards the doorway he cut her off. “I didn’t take you to for the secretive type.” He sarcastically remarked, as he practically blocked the doorway with his body, his elbow resting on the wood of the door. “I’ll ask again, what is your name?”

He saw how her breath hitched against her throat at the closeness, all before she answered. “Kore.”

Perhaps, she thought it would be a satisfactorily answer, as another easy smile, albeit a more nervous one, graced her features.

“Kore?” he repeated. Watching as she nod, her features slightly twitching, as if she heard something. “I didn’t think anyone here would be dumb enough to name their child after one of your Goddesses.”

Druig heard her gasp as he moved his face closer to her. It was meant to be a threatening gesture, but it almost felt natural to him.

“Unless,” he spoke, “You’re Persephone herself, disguised as a human.” He remarked. It was supposed to be an offhanded comment, but the way she reacted made him even more perplexed. Her entire body stiffened and her mouth hung agape.

Now, Druig knew a lot of things; having lived thousands of years, he was much more knowledgeable than humans could ever be. But, he knew better than to think he had all the knowledge in the world. And with the way she acted after his remark? He started to question his own mind.

Was there a chance, that she was truly Persephone? Did the myriad of Pantheons the humans created actually exist?

“Excuse me.” She immediately tried to force her way out of the room, her entire body colliding with Druig as she tried to move him out of the way.

At the sudden movement, Druig grasped her arm. The sudden halt caused her hood to fall out of place. Revealing her face to him.

His heart, stopped.

Hi there! Red here andddd I'd just like to add on information here in case anyone reading this isn't very familiar with Greek history on mythology. First off, I'm too lazy to search up the geography of old Greece so, I literally don't know if Greece was a country back then or not BUT ATTICA IS A REAL PLACE! Secondly!!!

It’s very rare to see a temple dedicated to Hades and even more rare to see worshipers of him, not because he’s not respected or anything (he’s VERY respected since he’s the God of wealth too) but it’s more of like, I’m not going to jinx myself or other people around me to an early death.

They usually give respects to him during burials. But, for plot sake, let’s assume there are temples for Hades and he has devoted worshipers. How the temple was allowed to be so huge will be an important detail later on.

Right this whole fanfic is just an excuse for me to nerd out about Greek Mythology, culture and etc. EXTRA BTW LMAO Any time the reader and any of the eternals are talking, they're talking in the local langauge of the area. The Eternals speaking English is like a foreign futuristic language.

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cutelittleluckysoul · 2 years

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Hi, I just found your blog and I love your writing and I was wondering if I could request Kingo bending reader over table to fuck her headcanons???

Thank you!!!💖

Warnings: 18+ Minors do not interact! Smut!

Headcanon: Kingo bending you over the table

Kingo loves having random sex with you

doesn't matter where he will always find a way to have a quickie with you (with your consent of course)

so when you were making breakfast one morning wearing only his shirt and panties he really couldn't help himself

you looked way too inviting

so as you were setting the plates down he sauntered over to you pressing his already half hard cock against the swell of your ass

"Good morning to you too"

how was he always horny?

he just hummed and started to leave a trail of kisses on your neck

he knew how to lull you in

what you didn't see coming was him bending you over the table pulling your panties down

you gasped in surprise

feeling the cold wood of the table through the soft cotton of your shirt on your nipples

Kingo was pulling his own boxers down and off

with his feet he spread your legs a little wider giving his cock a few strokes

his fingers would sweep over your folds coating them in some of your slick to use as lube

and then he thrusts into you

making you moan and Kingo letting out a satisfied groan

you always loved the first push in the most

he didn't really give you much time to adjust

pulling almost all the way out making you whimper a little

he pushed back in full force

pushing you further onto the table, the table moving a little

he sat a fast and hard pace knocking the wind out of your lungs

all that could be heard both of your moan and how the table scratched on the floor

he was holding your hips in a bruising grip

oh the marks he will leave

your legs were already starting to shake but Kingo wasn't letting up

he didn't falter yet but you knew he was as close to his release as you were to yours

his groans would get a little higher

as he started to rub your clit you went over the edge

your pussy clenching around him made him cum as well

your legs were still shaking

Kingo would lean over you, squishing you a little more to the table

you both trying to catch your breath

he gave your back some feather light kisses as he slowly pulled out of you

he would clean you up and pull your panties back up

you would have to sit down and Kingo would happily continue to make breakfast for the two of you

you know just a normal morning

#kingo x reader #kingo x you #kingo imagine #kingo headcanon #kingo one shot #kingo #eternals #kingo smut

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m0chaminx · 2 years

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More Kingo smut my friend 🥺 something where the main focus is making Kingo feel amazing

Sorry this took so long love, hope this is good :)

also this isn't proof read

*•.¸♡Request : More Kingo smut my friend 🥺 something where the main focus is making Kingo feel amazing

*•.¸♡Prompt : none

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : 18+ Minors DNI, unprotected sex (Don’t be silly, wrap your willie), smut, swearing, pet names (baby, princess etc.), multiple orgasm, hand job

*•.¸♡Paring : Kingo x F!Reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : you want to make Kingo amazing

*•.¸♡Words: 658

Smut bellow the cut

Kingo moaned, pressing you into the bed, his hands digging into your hips, his hard cock, still confined by his underwear, drilled against your clothed cunt. "Wait, wait, wait" You spoke quickly, pulling Kingo's head away from your neck.

"What? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" Kingo said quickly, searching your eyes for any sign of discomfort.

"No, no, you're perfect," You assured pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I wanna try something...different." Kingo looked at you confused. "You've been working so hard, and you always worship me when we do this, but this time, I wanna make you feel good."

Kingo nodded, moving to sit upon his knees, "Alright baby, what do you want me to do?"

"Do? You do nothing, I'm gonna make you feel good. You just sit there and enjoy," You ordered and switched positions so Kingo lay flat on his back, his head propped up by pillows. You slowly unclipped your bra, tossing it to the side, your panties following quickly after.

You crawled back on the bed up to Kingo's lips, pressing a chaste kiss, but moved away to attach your lips to his throat, feeling his atoms apple bob under your tongue. You kissed along his neck leaving marks and bites, repeating the actions across his chest and torso. "You know I still have to work right?" Kingo rasped voice laced with lust.

"I can stop," You teased moving to step off the bed, but Kingo caught your waist before you could leave.

"No, no, keep going," Kingo insisted moving you back to sit on his lap. You chuckled kissing him again before shuffling down to sit between his legs. You palmed his ever-growing bulge and Kingo rolled his head back finally getting some relief. Your free hand run up his thigh to his boxers to tug them down. "These need to go," You ordered and Kingo lifted his hips to help you. Kingo's cock fell back against his stomach, twitching, small pearls of precum leaking out the tip. You pumped him with your left hand, the other holding you up as you hovered over him to kiss him properly. Kingo leant up tangling a hand in your hair groaning against your lips.

"Gonna make you feel so good."

You were able to pump Kingo through two orgasms before your hand became numb, but it didn't bother you, the low groans, the gasps and moans, and even the few whines Kingo let slip, were so fucking gorgeous. "Baby, I need you to ride me," Kingo pleaded, trying to rock you against his aching cock. Yes, your hands were fucking amazing, but your pussy made Kingo salivate. You nodded, rubbing your pussy over his dick. Kingo gasped not prepared to feel you that wet. Kingo reached out, running his hands along your thighs, feeling your wetness drip from your cunt and down your thighs, some even reaching the edge of your knee. "Your fucking dripping baby."

You blushed the heat extending to the back of your neck. "Ready?" You asked hovering over Kingo, holding his cock, the tip dipping ever so slightly inside you. Kingo nodded gripping your thighs and slamming you on his cock. A scream ripped from your throat, feeling pleasure for the first time that night. Kingo repeated the action, pulling you up and slamming you back down, the dangerously loud slap of your skin against his. "Ah! Kingo-!" You moaned so loud that it nearly hurt your throat. The way Kingo gripped your thighs, his cock hitting deep inside you, and then you spilled over when Kingo reached to your cunt to pinch your clit.

Kingo held your waist keeping you up as you shook from your orgasm. Kingo kept thrusting up into hearing you whine, and clench around him, making him cum inside you, the thick white ropes painting your insides. You collapsed onto him, Kingo pressing lazy kisses to your forehead, "God you're amazing."

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whimsical-musingss · 2 years

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Beautiful, Beautiful ❦

You were the Sun, and he was the Moon. He was fire, and you were ice. You were Persephone and he was Hades. Destined to be, eternally.

He vowed to never leave you. You were his whole heart, his reason for existing, and he loved you for 6,500 years.

And he never broke his promise.

Druig x Eternal F!Reader

Summary: how you and Druig fell in love.

Part Two

It took Druig approximately 300 years to finally realize that you were more than just an ally. And then it took about 200 years for him to realize you were more than just a friend. He loved you. He couldn’t describe how he felt, it was so intricate yet delicate, as if with one touch he’d ruin it. It was similar to a breath of fresh air after swimming in the river. The colors of sunsets. Gentle, yet powerful all the same.

He dreamt of you in Mesopotamia, when he fell asleep to the Milky Way. The early days where the purpose was fighting Deviants and emotions couldn’t get in the way of the mission. But in the night, Druig couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the possibilities, especially when they could go home to Olympia.

Decades turned into centuries. Humans died but more were born. The Eternals moved to Babylon. Trees grew taller, streams became rivers, but Druig’s love for you remained unchanged. He felt cursed but in the best way. The mission didn’t matter anymore to him, only you.

The nights become unbearable. He drifts off and wakes up alone, thinking of your mouth, your skin, your bright eyes, everything. All of it. He’s intoxicated but he doesn’t give a damn. He wanted you to himself, just you and him. Only you, forever.

He watched Sersi and Ikaris have what he didn’t. But instead of feeling discouraged, he only felt a spark. But Ajak made sure that spark became a forest fire.

“You love her. We do not know how much time we have here. Tell her how you feel.” Ajak could only smile at how truly lovesick the once brooding Druig had become. She had a keen eye and saw how he looked at you. His gaze would linger, his facial features softening, his frown becoming a relaxed smile.

She also noticed the small glances you made at Druig as well. You fidgeted with your fingers when flustered, which is what you did constantly around Druig. You protected him the most with your telekinesis powers during battles against the Deviants. Lingering touches.

The love between you and Druig was a beautiful love forged from longing during the centuries.

You thought of him at night when you couldn’t sleep. The way he would look at you, so soft and gentle. He hated everyone but you, only you. His eyes on you constantly. You clutched your chest where your heart slammed against your rib cage.

It all came crashing together when Druig got knocked aside violently by a Deviant’s serpent-like tail. You could hear Druig’s sudden gasp of surprise as the tail crushed his ribs and sent him flying across the sand. You let out a cry of fright and sorrow, and without thinking, you run to his collapsed body.

“Druig! Druig!” You outstretch your hands and his body moves on his own towards you, and you fall to your knees to catch him in your arms. You cradle his head in your arms, ignoring the resuming battle around you.

Ajak appears before you call out for her, kneeling down next to you. She opens her mouth to tell you to rejoin the battle, she can heal Druig, and that everything would be alright.

“No, Ajak, I cannot leave him,” you brush his raven hair from his blood-soaked forehead.

She said nothing, only healing him with a wave of her hand. The blood disappears from Druig’s forehead and his eyes snap open like a wild animals.

“Druig,” you whisper, crushing him in a hug and falling on top of him. “Druig, you’re all right. Oh, I was so worried…”

Druig almost passed out again from what was happening. He shakily lifted his hand and cradled the back of your head, letting himself close his eyes in relief.

“You’re all right,” he murmured. “Good.”

“No, you’re all right! I thought…,” you leaned back and he saw your eyes filled with unshed tears. “Don’t leave me like that again.” You close your eyes and the tears began to fall from your lashes.

Ajak only watched in bewilderment when Druig softly wiped them away from your cheeks. “Beautiful, beautiful Y/N, I could never.”

It was new love, precious and gentle like a summer breeze. Druig spent every waking moment with you while you worked on building structures, buildings, and homes for humans across Babylon with a wave of your hands. You both would explore hidden natural treasures Babylon had to offer. Sneaking small, delicate kisses. Hands intertwined. Then he would walk you to your bedchamber, leaving you with the feeling of his lips on your own.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl…,” he’d murmur into your hair, lips ghosting the shell of your ear, making you shiver. Hands on your hips, waist, everywhere. “You have stolen my heart.” Lips on your neck, collarbone, throat. You would think he’d put those thoughts in your head on purpose, but no. You were falling in true love with him, and so was he.

He’d make his true feelings known in the dark of night, whispering his love for you in your ear, just like how you had imagined it during previous nights alone. He’d have you against a wall in your bedchamber, breath hot and heavy from the jog from the roof to here. It was innocent, but when he saw you in that dress and a flower in your hair, he had to tell you his true feelings.

“I love you, Y/N, my beautiful girl.”

A kiss on the shell of your ear.

“You are a dream…you’ve stolen my whole heart.”

A small bite to your earlobe.

“Druig-“ your whisper was cut off by a chaste kiss, his large hands cupping your face, tilting your head up to meet his lips.

“My Y/N, I love you.”

“Druig…I love you.”

“Don’t leave me,” he’s dragging his lips slowly down your neck, and you bite your lip.

“Never,” you hold the back of his neck, nails slightly scratching him, and he pulls back so his eyes could meet your own.

“And I’ll never leave you, my darling. Nothing in the universe could tear us apart.”

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redrydersrequiem · 4 months

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Golden eyed phantom ch 1

Pairing Druig x reader

Rating explicit 18+ only minors ageless blank and non unadapted blogs will be blocked.

Plot: phantom of the opera au

Warnings: Some smut (im still learning how so go easy on me) fingering, dream sex, mind control but not dark)

The opera de popular was one of the crown jewels of paris, a place where dreams and nightmares can become a reality. It’s also where young (y/n) (l/n) found themselves living after the untimely death of their only living relative, their father.With no living family and no prospective husband (y/n) would have been homeless if not for Madame Ajak,the kindly dance instructor of the opera and a dear friend to the girls late father.

Madame Ajak became the mother you never knew, kind, caring, always able to cure any physical ailment that seemed to bother her or anyone else, with Madame came Sersi. She was another girl that had grown up in the opera. Madame Ajak was unable to have children of her own so she adopted Sersi when she was just a baby. The young woman was only a few years older then (y/n) and the two became fast friends. Sersi showed you the ins and outs of the opera house, really the ins and outs of Paris. Many times she would take you out and about to learn about your new home and everything in it including the rest of the people that would make up your new family. The first members you met came in the form of Gilgamesh and Thena.

Gilgamesh was the chief of security for the opera house. He was a giant boulder of a man well built and very intimidating at first glance, that is until he smiles at you and turns into the giant teddy bear he is. Always making sure all of us are safe and sneaking in baked goods every now and then. You wouldn’t know just from looking at him but he was an amazing baker, especially his pies they were to die for. With Gilgamesh came his partner Thena,she was gorgeous a goddess without even trying. She was the stunt, fighting and weapons expert for the opera and many other production houses in Paris. Many people thought she was a model but the mere thought made her grimace, “Why would I want to be a model and have to care what everyone thought of me?” Even though she had a tough exterior she was also very kind in her ways. Thena was determined for all of us younger girls at the opera to be able to protect ourselves, teaching everyone basic self defense and warning signs and so on and so forth. She was truly a ferocious mama bear if she wanted to be, to you she just became a protective aunt.

Next up was, without a doubt, your favorite trio, Phastos,Sprite and Makkari. All three worked backstage, keeping the opera house running as fabulously as it does. Phastos was the head engineer/ prop master. If something needed to be built he was the guy, his creations awe inspiring, some looking as though they had come straight out of the future, but he was still humble enough to answer any questions you or anyone had about the devices. Alongside Phastos worked sprite. She was young that was undeniable but boy was she talented, A true artist she was the head set designer and painter. Everything she created was so stunning you couldn’t even tell it wasn’t real. While Phastos was somewhat humble, Sprite was spunky, quick witted and sharp tongue when wronged. She halted being looked down on because of how young she looked and would lay into anyone who belittled her.

Makkari was a completely different story, even though she was deaf that did not stop her. Always with a kind smile on her face she ran around helping pull everything together. She was the resident lighting and stage hand always in the right place at the right time, almost like there were seven of her. When she wasn’t working she would be in the shopping district, dragging (y/n) with her to oogle all the shiny and sparkly Knick knacks, all the beautifully colored fabrics and imports coming in. In fact that's how Kingo was introduced.

Kingo was a fashionista, a real eye for how to make everyone look their best with one look.he was the opera's resident costume designer / understudy. Kingo dreamed of being on stage; he knew all the words, all the songs, everything, but sadly his time in the spotlight had not yet come. Everyone always reassured him his time would come, in fact you would always run lines with him whenever he was feeling down, he was over the top dramatic for sure but so entertaining. Probably the only thing more entertaining was picking on him with sprite and makkari. His reaction to the twos joke always brought a smile to your face, and was almost a bonding experience with the other girl.

During the day there was enough to distract you from your sullen thoughts. In particular the formation of a new found family, always there to relieve you of your boredom and loneliness but at night it was a different story. About a month after you had arrived you sat in the opera's small chapel, lighting a candle for your fathers soul. You guess your gentle weeping is what brought forth the angel's song, but all you really remember is the gentle glowing gold of the candles or at least you think it was the candles but you didn't really care as the feelings of calm wash over you with the soft timber of the angel's voice. At night or really whenever you were alone the angel would speak to you. Teach you the ways of the opera house and the music that went along with it. He was a mystic presence, always there but never in reach.

He invaded your whole life, when not learning from him at night your dreams started turning to him.

It would start with his voice, hearing it in your head as you drifted to sleep, the scene would change to a candle lit backdrop, soft smells of vanilla fill the air, a dreamy feeling wanders around you, then you would feel hands wrap around you. They were strong, long fingers as they wandered up and down your frame. You dare not turn around not wanting the feelings he provokes from you to end too quickly.

You watch as those glorious hands gently slide up your leg taking your thin night shift with them until they reach your core. A branding iron of heat in eloping you as he probes you. Fingers lightly playing with your clit as his lips caressed your ear, words ringing through your very soul it felt

“My beautiful beautiful muse, I've waited so long for you. I’ll never forget the day I first heard your voice, it was like hearing a blessing.”

You couldn’t even articulate words to reply to him shivering as hard as you were from merrily his touch.

“I can not wait for the day you truly belong to me. Mind. Body. And soul”

You feel his fingers stroking in tune to his words. Marking his point deep within your walls, but before you are able to climb to the peak a loud ringing sounds from beside you

“Ignore it”

You try of course but the ringing doesn’t stop. With each ring the scene around you shakes, deteriorating back into the blackness that waits behind your rapidly opening eyes. You sit up in shock, eyes trying to adjust to your bedroom as your alarm rings beside you. Your body still shivering from the after effects of the dream you just had.

Five years had passed, under your teachers guidance your gift bloomed but the only people you would even attempt to try to sing for would be your new family, and that was only light humming. The dreams became normal as well. Usually they happened after working with your mysterious and gracious master. You never learned anything more about him. All you knew was his voice but the one in your dreams seemed to evolve.

First was his hands and then his arms then his legs,his back,even a head of dark brown hair. But never his face. It was starting to vex you honestly, every time waking up from the pure euphoria of those dreams too have reality slap you in the face of how lonely you felt. Not that your new family did not appease your heart, in fact being with them was as natural as breathing. To be honest you couldn't describe what was wrong with you, all you could summarize it as was that it felt like part of you was missing.

A week after your 24th birthday the new owners of the opera appeared and with them came someone familiar.

“Listen up everyone!” Mr Richard's the old owner calls to everyone, all of us currently gathered on the main stag rehearsing the latest show

“I would like to introduce the new owners of the opera Monsieur Nelson and Monsieur Murdock.”

Everyone claps all clambering around to get the best views of the two young owners. You had to admit neither were horrible looking, you thought it was interesting for a blind person to want to buy an opera but it made sense to, even if he couldn’t see the performances, listening to them was the next best thing.

‘Thank you all, thank you we are both very happy to start our adventures in the arts.” Mr Nelson started “We would also like to introduce our generous backer Count Ikaris de solar.” Finished Mr Murdock to when a handsome brunette stepped onto stage to everyone’s approval and applause.

“Ikaris?” You gasped out as everyone continued to clap and awe over the count

“Do you know him (y/n)?” Sersi asks confusingly

“Yes, we knew each other as children. We were somewhat close before his family moved away, I can’t believe that's truly him.”

Before you get another word in, a loud clearing of the throat silences everyone. Mademoiselle Ayesha and her pompous son Adam, step through the crowd in their fine costumes. The madame was the current lead soprano for the opera even though you thought she couldn't sing for shit. Her voice was almost as grating as her attitude towards everyone. Sprite assumed the only reason she was given any parts was because of her stupidly wealthy family and late husband. But you choose not to comment on that. The woman stands there covered in gold and signals to the maestro to start at the top of her aria once more

Oh no she's starting again Sersi says from beside you already getting ready to cover her ears. In fact you can even see the housekeeping staff in the audience stuffing Cotton in their ears. The woman doesn’t get but a few lines in the aria her screeching tone ringing through the stage before the rolled up backdrop above her comes crashing down. The light but sturdy fabric lands on top of the soprano pinning her belly flopped to the stage floor to the shocks and screams of everyone around.

They rush to help the woman up but the damage to her pride is too great. She starts screeching about all the previous accidents directed at her, of all the misfortune and indignity that has befallen her and how she will not stand for it any longer. Mr Murdock simply stands there letting the scene unfold as Mr Nelson loses his mind along the diva as she. Stomps her heel gathering all her things, her son and their people and promptly leaving

The new owners were in a tissy (mostly foggy) wondering how they are supposed to open tomorrow with no star. How this whole adventure is now wasted. Madame Ajak promptly interrupts, saving Mr Nelson from a full melt down, handing the duo a dark black envelope with a giant red wax seal on it.

“Where did that come from?” You ask Sersi

“That confirms it then, It must was the phantom”

“The phantom?”

“Have you honestly not heard the others talk about this?

“No?”

She just shakes her head at you before filling you in on the details

“He's a mysterious person, some say he’s a ghost, others a demon but no one knows for sure. They say he's been here forever always making his presence known. In fact the previous owner used to pay him a monthly wage just to appease him, that and that box number 5 be kept empty for him whenever he wishes. Everything was going well but this past couple years he has gotten a little more devious.

“Why?”

No one really knows, and everyone’s afraid to ask or look around afraid they’ll never be seen again.

Before you can ask sersi more your name is being called.

“(Y/n)(l/n) can do it.”

What?” You had missed the conversation between the two new owners and Madame Ajak

One of your dances can replace the star diva from the past 5 years.? Your sure about that?

“Foggy why don't we give the girl a chance”

“Matt this is doing nothing for. My nerves

You stand there like a deer in headlight hoping you could somehow slip to the back and out of sight but Sersi sees you growing anxiety and gently but firmly directs you towards Ajak.

Madame gently took you from her daughter and lead you to the center of the stage

“Madame what,,,,but,, I,,,”

“It will be alright dear. I've heard you practice these last couple of years when you sneak off at night, and i know your teacher has taught ypu well”

“My teacher?”

Ajak just gives you a knowing look before she turns towards the maestro and nods at him leaving you standing there as everyone watches.

You hear quiet cheer from stage left where your little opera family all stand giving you thumbs up and right smiles, trying to ease your nerves, though it doesn’t really help, it's not till you look up towards the grand chandler that that gentle calming glow envelops your senses once more.

“From the top of the aria mademoiselle”

The band picks up and the music begins to play

To be honest you don't remember much after that. It was a whirlwind of activity. Being swept off stage and quickly fitted into costumes, stage managers telling you where you need to stand, color spotting you with lights all the fixing basically to make it seem like you were always meant to be in the role.

You didn't know that while you sang your heart out on stage a certain young count had finally taken notice of you

“(Y/n)?”

“That’s the girl that used to follow you around?” Count Arishem Ikarus’s father ask begrudgingly

“Yes father that's the daughter of that famous violinist tha lived near our old summer home.”

“Well, well we may have found ourselves a diamond in the rough after all. The elder count scrutinizes the crowd all gawking at the peasant, like she's a princess. All he sees is an opportunity to boost his family further, the gears of his plan already forming in his mind.

Phantoms pov

There she is at last! Right where she belongs, my beautiful beautiful muse.

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