“My beautiful lover,” DRUIG breathes his condescending tone. That affectionate nickname he’s come to adore calling you has been sullied with his churlish attitude. He makes fun of how you look now, lying underneath him.
Exceptionally trusting, he does not pin your hands, instead he lets you fight him. Fists grab at his clothes, the lapel of his leather jacket your most common purchase as his lithe middle finger swipes against your clit. You writhe and you cry and you bitch and you moan, but he keeps you right where he wants you with his forearm under your torso. It arches you into him, and you throw your head back when he dips the tip of his finger into your slit, stroking through the line of slick. “You want this, my pet?” he murmurs, and he scoffs in response to your indignant whine, a cruel curl tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, you know I like to play with you. Like a little toy.” Abruptly, he plunges the entire length of his finger into you to the knuckle, and you cry out, clutching onto his jacket to yank him to you but he remains resolute. All you do is raise yourself to him, brushing your lips against his. He nuzzles you, inhaling your breath. “Yeah, you’re my little toy.”
He pulls out, only to add another finger, but your walls are already so raw. Your clit is overly sensitive, throbbing when he twists his thumb to flick at it. Your hips jerk in reply, and he snickers through his nose, pecking your unresponsive lips. “Humans are so funny, aren’t they?” he muses, but you can barely hear him. He curls his digits in a beckoning motion inside you, stroking that spot that sends electricity up your spine until you fall limp. “Touch on their pleasure centers a bit and they go fucking stupid. You know how easy it would be to-“ The arm locked around your torso squeezes you to him, and it aches but you can only moan. As if you like the pain, when in reality it’s the way his fingers lodge themselves up in your guts and fiddle with your insides. “-break you? Could do it. Could do it easy.” There’s a growling edge to his voice as he threatens you, bringing his teeth to your exposed neck shiny with sweat. He relieves you, the ache dissipates, and the pad of his thumb curiously nudges your clit.
You buck, and he scans your entire bare form. “How many is that, by the way?” he asks, as if he’s asking about the fucking weather. His thumb drives in with more purpose, wiggling with just enough pressure to make you howl from another incoming orgasm. “Have you lost count?”
if was your boyfriend, never let you go
keep you on my arm girl, you'd never be alone
druig recomendations
perfectly busy - @tokkiotears
lemme just say, HUSBAND DRUID OML. and I'm just a sucker for a confident and king Druid behavior. absolutley adoring this to no ends, smn send help, I forgot how to function. the not really complete without you got me. oh god. just o h g o d. i just feel like i should comment on the narrative, it was so well done and just hit the spot i didn't even know I had.
warnings-
not proofread, annoying men, druig in a button-up with the sleeves rolled up
"this isn't over" - @peterparkersnose
bro this slapped in so many different levels, like excuse me. And druig who shares books and annotates? and smug druig? godamn. the sexual tension- smn keep him away from me before i fall in love.
warnings-
angst, privacy invasion, accidental nudity, sexual tension, falling in love with something you could never have-?
sunshine - @itsapeterthing
firstly, i fell in love with the writing, its so stunning. it has such a fun and flowery vibe surrounding it which makes me just gush oml. it was just so sweet. AND how he gets flustered- literally hit all my marks and exceeded them. i hope you never stop writing these, they make my soul lighter.
warnings: eternals insulting druig as always, fluff
how could they not know? - @saintlike78
to start of, i love a vocal man who can tell you that he missed you. the scene itself was so soft. just love sick druig running back to your arms and you're wearing his shirt mwahh. i find it hilarious how no else has even noticed this happening before, my oblivious fools. its so adorablee.
warnings-
nothing but fluff really, dialog heavy.
hold - @redheadspark
bro, my love, angel, the gif itself got me a blushing mess, you have no idea what the fic did to me sheesh. i love a man who was so acceptable about her fear and so re-assuring, that's so perfectly written. i also love how the author has written these thoughts in her head as well as the internal debate. it just left me in awe i swear.
warnings-
Just a hint of angst but mostly fluff
warmth - @stranger-nightmare
these are one of my favorite's that I've encountered. the end was just lovley. Just the plot of this drabble has me on my knees. it was wonderfully thought and wonderfully written. the author has left no crumbs.
warnings-
one case of swearing, a lil bit of fluff, a whole lotta angst, nakedness but it’s not in a sexual way
boyfriend headcannons - @luventi
just a bunch of head cannons which i thought were amazing. overall its just so cute and has me screaming, crying and throwing up. honestly very underated.
warnings-
druig x gn eternal!reader, au where everyone is alive and happy and together, there will be dashes of suggestive content admits all the fluff so be warned!
shy lover - @writing-wh0re
[ it didn't have a title so I gave it this, I hope the author doesn't mind]
felt that this was just a must included, i don't wanna really have to summarize this cause there wasn't a single line that did not fail to have me hypnotized. just lovley work
warnings-
Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Male Performing Oral, Praise Kink (both), Begging Kink (?), Slight Cocky Druig, Cum kink (?)
Warnings: Exactly as the title states, 18+ minors do not interact. Mentions of overstimulation, assumed unprotected sex, fingering, oral (giving and receiving), praise, degradation, CNC, cream pies, edging, teasing, semi-public sex, choking, gender neutral reader? (Tell me if that’s wrong), not proofread and written when I had been awake for 35 hours straight.
Word count: 2K
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Druig has known he has more time than most on this world since the dawn of the earth, and he uses that fact to his advantage when taking care of you after sex. Even after you’ve finished, he never just pulls away to end things. Druig always fucks you through and through your orgasms, his slender digits still scissoring slowly inside of you as the wave of euphoria you just experienced fully passes. He will wordlessly make his way into your mind and repeat over and over again how good you did and how beautiful you look. Letting those soft praises play on loop as he steps away only for a moment to grab a warm cloth to clean you up, then tossing the fabric aside and tucking you into his side as he holds you close until you drift to sleep.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Druig doesn’t care much for one part of himself over another, but when it comes to you your eyes are his favorite part about you. He loves turning them gold when he encapsulates you with his powers, he loves the way your eyes flutter back into your head as he pleases you so intently, he loves how you will look directly at him as if he’s the most interesting man in the world.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Knowing that Eternals cannot produce children is something Druig used to both of your advantages, because while he still can cum, there’s no chance of getting you pregnant when he does so. So obviously Druig loves to stuff his cum as deep inside of you as possible, in the most primal ways he can think of, always adding in a few more thrusts for good measure to make sure you’re nice and full of his essence <3
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
After you and Druig established consensual non-consent his favorite thing to do is sneak into your mind when you’re sleeping and make you start dreaming about him inside of you, so that when you wake up it’s the first thing on your mind and you immediately pounce on him, and what do you know, somehow he’s always ready to go.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Druig is older than some fossils, and he has more knowledge than any well versed historian could ever dream of. So yes, I think it’s safe to say he’s well-versed in pleasing you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
As much as Druig loves to use his powers in the bedroom his favorite position is when he’s sitting up and you’re on his lap riding him like no tomorrow. Your hands placed firmly on his board shoulders to help steady yourself as you bounce up and down his length, your forehead resting on top of his head as you focus on not finishing too soon while soft whines escape your lips. Your chest right in his face where he has full view of his second favorite part of you. Druig loves when you’re fucking yourself on him and he gets to watch how much you truly enjoy it more than anything else.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
As much as Druig shows his softer side for you, that soft side isn’t around much in the bedroom. In the moment Druig’s main focus is your pleasure, and there’s nothing goofy about that. He won’t crack a joke until you’re throughly fucked out and can’t even understand his words.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He’s no animal, but he always keeps things realistic. The carpet matched the drapes, and he keeps himself fairly well groomed down there because it’s what works best for both of you.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
No matter if it’s a quickie or if it’s an all night long marathon, Druig is always deeply intimate and in the moment with you. Soft, dirty words whispered in your ear to edge you on. Always touching you in more than one place at a time to keep you guessing and begging for more.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Jacking off has never been something Druig felt the need or urge to do, but most frequently his hand falls upon himself when his mouth is busy pleasuring you. He can’t contain himself when he hears your beautiful moans and tastes your sweet juices on his lips. Druig will have his nose buried in your essence and moan into your heat as he gives his throbbing member a few swift tugs, holding himself off from doing anything more until you’ve finished first.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
It’s somewhat controversial but as mentioned earlier, consensual non-consent (CNC) is one of yours and Druig’s favorite actives in bed. It’s so relaxing to just let him take over your entire mind and when you come back around you’re completely fucked out. It’s great for Druig too to make you make of mess of yourself for him before diving into you himself.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
There’s a lot of places Druig likes to do the deed with you. A beautiful waterfall hidden in the Amazon forest, tucked away in the garden of his followers making, even on the rainforest floor because he loves how primal it feels to literally fuck you into the ground. But his favorite place of all to fuck you is on top of the alter stand in his humble house of worship. Laying your back against the cold flat wood while your arms are wrapped around his neck he’ll imagine that all of his disciples are with you two in the house of worship witnessing the way he is thrusting in and out of you. Because your moans are the highest prayer of all.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Druig is so completely and utterly obsessed with you that just about anything you do can and will get him going. You’ll be tending to a garden and he’ll tell you how pretty you look on your knees, or it will be extra humid out and you’ll be putting your hair up in a ponytail and next thing you know he’s pulling your hair back and flattening his palm against your neck, telling you your heart is starting to race.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Age play is a no for Druig. He never wants to feel older than you, wiser than you, or above you in any way. He wants to be your equal, and doesn’t like to be reminded of all the years he’s endured on this earth before he met you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
As pretty as you look with his cock stuffed down your throat, Druig prefers to be the one pleasing you instead of you pleasing him. He would spend days on end if you’d let him with his tongue prodding expertly at your entrance and his nose pushing up against your clit.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
A little bit of everything is always the right way to go in Druig’s opinion. He’ll almost always start off slow and sensual, and work in those high energy moments where you’re babbling and screaming his name as he roughly jack rabbits into you sending you over the edge.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Druig would never turn down a quickie, especially if presented with the chance. Most of your quickies happen when he loses his resolve and just needs to have your right then and there, and there’s nothing more satisfying than simply being able to take you whenever and wherever he wants.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
There’s two kinds of risky situations Druig will put you in. One is when you two have the quickies and he’s fucking you in an open garden or in his house of worship with the door unlocked, and he loves knowing any one of his followers could spot you two at any given moment. The other risky situation Druig likes to put you in is around the Eternals when he will get a little too handsy under the table or even under a shared blanket during movie night, you’re more of risk than he is in these situations because you’re the one who always makes a sound.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Never forget this man is a celestial, a god essentially. There’s no such thing as needing a break for him or running out of energy in the bedroom. Druig aims to please and please and please you until you can’t take anymore, only when you’re satiated, so is he.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Technological advancements weren’t always Druig’s favorite part of evolution, but as soon as he learned what good can come from adding a cheeky little vibrator into the mix, it became his new best friend.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
As an eternal Druig does have duties and responsibilities to attend to, and it’s always when he’s about to go off on a mission or busy himself with something else entirely when he really leans into teasing and taunting you. Mostly going inside of your head, telling you exactly what to do, and how you’re going to do it without him ever being there. But hell never let you finish yourself off without him there, but he’ll tease and edge you for hours if he can. He’s unfair but the reward is so worth it.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s definitely not overly loud or vocal in bed aside from giving demands and or praises, maybe a little grunting or whining if he’s close and ready to finish. But overall he’s pretty quiet so he can tune into the sounds you’re making.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Druig loves to make you cum as many times as possible, especially if he’s going down on you he’ll make sure to double down on his actions immediately after you’ve finished to build up another twice as intense orgasm.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He is handcrafted, not a flaw or an inch missing anywhere on that man. He’s surely not too large to the point where you’re in pain every time, and by no means small in any way shape or form. His girth is slightly larger than average, always a right squeeze of a delicious one. His length will hit your cervix when he’s holding tightly onto your hips and slamming into you repeatedly, other times when he’s not as rough he’s got a bit a curve that brushed against your g spot in just the right place to have you seeing starts every time.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Druig had a past with people who are now lost to history, but he never felt for them the way he feels for you. Therefore Druig is always yearning for you, willing to take you whenever you ask, and to do whatever you need.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
To circle back to the beginning, Druig will always make sure you’ve fallen asleep first afterwards in case you need a glass of water or something to that effect. Once you’re snoring softly in his embrace, he pulls your impossibly closer and allows sleep to take him as well.
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A/N
Been a minute since I wrote but I’m trying to post at least one fic of some sorts every month and with this I’ll actually still be on track!! Can’t even begin the go on about the shit happening in my daily life but I hope I will start writing again more soon.
premise: druig loves to see how many times he can make you come by only using his mind.
pairing: druig x (f)reader
warnings: sexual content (unprotected sex), creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, teasing, mentions of safe word, druig using his powers on reader (consensually), pet names (my girl, pretty girl), no spoilers! you are in control of your reading consumption so if you don’t vibe with any of the above please do not go on. 18+ only minors dni, you will be blocked.
word count: 1.70k+
etc: look i’m not saying i’m obsessed with druig but i’m also not saying i’m NOT obsessed. will i let this man consume me and be all i talk about for months? absolutely. and this little idea wouldn’t leave my head hours after seeing the movie so it’s probably not the best, but i just need more of this man in my life ok!
“I can’t–” your voice is hoarse from moaning, pleading, whining. You try to form a coherent sentence but only fragments are able to process in your mind and slip out from your wet swollen lips. Your body burns from sensitivity and pleasure that only seems to build more and more with each time you cum. Each time he fucks up into you. Each time you feel that beautiful haze in your mind.
And you’ve lost count as to how many times you’ve been thrown over the precipice. How many times you’ve begged and pleaded that you couldn’t cum anymore, even when the pleasure never seems to end, never seems to stop building. And Druig loves it. Loves to fill your mind with nothing but him, nothing but pleasure and a demand for you to keep cumming until you’re begging him to let up, or for more. The only sounds in the room coming for your aching throat, the squelch of your soaked cunt and the slap from his hips as he fucks you harder.
His hands are on either side of your head, his fingers digging into your hair as he holds you there, bending you so your foreheads are pressed together. His hips thrusting up into you sharp, harsh, fast. “Oh, I know you can take more.” He grins pounds into you harder, swallows down your moan when he kisses you devouring your mouth and moans as he doesn’t let up. Makes your already fucked out canal take more, he wants you to feel it tomorrow, the next day, after that. He wants you so sensitive that when you move all you can think about is him. 
“Cant,” you breathe, whimper. “Too much, please, Druig.” His soft chuckle sends a flutter through you, pools in your belly at his cruelty that you love so much. You know all you’d have to do is whisper those two words and this would all be over. He would stop, wrap you up, help you come down, there would be no hesitation. But the two of you get some sick satisfaction at seeing how many times Druig can make you cum untouched by his everything but his mind. And even with your body shaking and the wetness coating your thighs, your throat raw and burning with each moan. Part of you still wants more. Wants to feel even more pleasure. Your core burning so deliciously from his relentlessness, from how many times you’ve tightened and fluttered around his thick cock.
“You can do one more, I know you can.” Druig’s breath is hot against your lips, as he stares up at you, “you’ve been so good, you can do one more for me right?” He’s slowed his thrusts just slightly, if only to allow you to focus on his words, to give you the slightest of breaks before he goes back to pounding into you leaving you a whimpering mess again. One of his hands runs down your neck, thumb skating across your jaw and lifting your chin separating your foreheads so the two of you can properly look at each other. And you’re so beautiful like this he thinks; cheeks warm and tinted with heat and lust, eyes heavy from exhaustion. Your mouth swollen and coated from the two of you. He’s done this to you, made you a fucked out mess all because of his cock and mind, and fuck he loves it. “Do you want to stop, hmm?” He runs his thumb along your bottom lip, “we can stop, pretty girl.”
The over sensitive part of your body and mind is screaming yes, but the slow drag of his cock thrusting up into you, the languid gentle motion rebuilding that mountain of pleasure inside that’s begging for more. To reach, to jump off of, to let Druig make you cum again and again until you really can’t take anymore. Fuck you until neither of you know anything but this feeling, but this heat and pleasure shared together.
So you shake your head, whimper a soft ‘no’ that makes Druig smirk, pull your lips to his in a passionate kiss full of tongue, and teeth and moans. “Good girl.” The praise alone makes you whimper, but as you feel his thrusts pick back up, his hand going to your hip to push you down as he thrusts up. Your over sensitive core burning and begging for more. Your moans loud and incoherent. Your nails digging into his chest, your back arching slightly when you feel the palm of his hand make contact with your ass cheek in a hard slap. The deep groan Druig let’s out against your lips makes your stomach flutter. “My pretty girl, look at me.” You do, your body bracing to go over that precipice, to feel that deep bone shattering pleasure. To see his eyes glow that beautiful gold before all you can see is him, Druig, all you can feel is him in every fiber of your nerve endings. Your mind body and soul being flooded and taken over by him, his pleasures, his desires. Sending you through an euphoric bliss that even when it’s too much it’s not enough.
And when he does it your body freezes, trembles, shakes, your mind filled with that beautiful haze, every fiber of you letting him take over, letting him control you so willingly. Until your vision clears and you’re meeting Druig’s gaze, moaning and shaking as your orgasm rolls through you and he fucks into you while you clench and grip onto his cock. “That’s my girl, good, so good.” He groans, the warmth of his palm on your cheek grounds you. Druig watches your mouth hang open, eyes go from his golden hold to your beautiful ones. Watches your body tremble and wither above him, your cunt flutter and clench against his cock making him thrust faster, harder, until he’s finishing seconds after you. Praises on his lips, kisses and teeth pressed to your lips, shoulder, any flesh he can reach. Any part of you he can touch and consume.
Your body slumps over to rest on his chest, exhaustion completely taking you out. The after effects from another orgasm burning hot and white through your body and core. The two of you catching your breath, Druig running his fingers along your back, pressing soft kisses to your temple. “Think you broke your record.” He teases.
summary: as the eternal with the gift of weather and nature, you use it to your advantage, especially with your husband, druig
a/n: this is based off of a request from a very long time ago, but i hope you enjoy!
word count: 1.1k
warnings: eternals insulting druig as always, fluff
masterlist || taglist
You laughed as Druig’s body pressed against yours, gently shoving you into the wall behind the both of you.
“Do you think it’s funny?” He asked, the smirk on his face evident that even he thought it was amusing.
“I don't know what you’re talking about.” You said, feigning ignorance.
However, of course you knew what he was talking about. Your husband was completely soaking wet, even with water droplets from his bangs dripping down onto your forehead as he stood above you. His clothes were drenched and his hands so slippery, he had a hard time pinning them to the wall behind you. It would be impossible not to know what he was talking about even if you weren’t the one who caused it.
“Oh you don’t know, do you?” He asked, leaning in closer. “Just so happens my own personal rain cloud was following me around all day, right?”
You looked at him and shrugged.
“You looked grumpy.”
“And you thought that would fix it?”
“No,” You smiled. “But I know what will.”
Before Druig had another chance to speak, you placed your hands against his clothed, soaking wet chest and leaned into him, pressing your lips against his.
Even without your eyes open, you could tell he was smiling.
Then you heard them.
“Oh my gosh that’s disgusting!” You distinctively heard Kingo exclaim amongst the chorus of groans from the others.
This wasn’t uncommon- this had been going on since Druig and you had first gotten caught together by them centuries ago thus exposing your relationship. Though long ago you used to grow embarrassed under their teasing and vocal disapproval, it had been such a long time since, that you had stopped caring what they thought all together. Druig on the other hand used to tease you about it frequently, often flirting with you in front of them just to get a rise out of them and you.
However, all the time apart seemed to have an effect on him as Druig pulled away from your lips and a light blush coated his cheeks. As much as Druig liked to play things cool and act as though nothing bothered him, you could tell he was flustered.
It was almost entertaining.
“Oh please,” You said, purposely leaving your hands on your partner’s chest. “Did you guys get soft the past few hundred years or something? Haven’t you seen people kiss?”
“Yeah, people,” Sprite argued. “Not you and... whatever Druig is. He’s like a walking nightmare.”
Although you knew thousands of years came with bitterness between members of your group- especially Druig as he wasn’t so… cheerful- you had always hated the brutal teasing they inflicted on your husband, knowing that sometimes names like that could cut deep.
Without even realizing it, the sky above you had turned gray, the clouds that had once grazed the beautiful blue sky becoming one gloomy mess.
Hearing the grumble within the clouds, sure that it would start pouring any minute, Druig looked up at the sky and back down to you.
Leaning in, he placed one hand on your back and rubbed gentle circles against your clothed skin before connecting his mind with yours.
“It’s okay,” he thought. “Don’t mind them. I’ve already got rained on enough for the day.”
Hearing his soothing voice in your mind, you glanced up and saw the cloudy skies before looking back at Druig and nodding. You closed your eyes and before you knew it, the sky was back to allowing the sun’s rays to pour through the trees without a rain cloud in the sky.
“Why are you all here anyway?” You asked, turning your attention back to the rest of the eternals.
“It’s a long story.” Sersi replied.
As you crossed your arms, you shrugged.
“We’ve got time.”
“You’re going to want to sit down for this.” Ikaris said.
Though your husband had nearly always had a problem with him and vice versa, you had always gotten along with your fellow eternals, being open-minded and able to see from several different points of view. So, as you looked up at them, and especially Sersi and Ikaris and noted the sincerity on their faces, you understood the situation may have been more serious than you originally thought.
You glanced back at Druig worried and although you could both communicate with your minds, you had known each other so long that you could communicate with your eyes wordlessly as well.
Matching your expression and understanding the two of you were on the same page, Druig looked back at the eternals and nodded.
“Come inside then.” Druig said, not allowing his concern to show through to others. “Make yourself at home.”
Guiding them in direction of the building from behind, Druig stopped short before he stepped through the doors, gripping your own arm to stop you.
“Uh uh.” He said, holding you back. “You’re not going in until you fix the mess you’ve made.”
“And what’s that?” You asked, facing him.
Druig said nothing, only tilted his said to the side and stared at you blankly.
That’s when his dripping hair and soaking wet clothes caught your attention again.
“Oh!” You laughed, nudging off his grip on your arm. “Sorry, my love, I forgot.”
Leaning forward, you rested your own hands against his arms and stepped towards him, pressing your lips against his.
As you did, a gust of wind blew through the both of you, drying your husband instantly as you kissed him softly and brushed your hands up and down against the clothed skin of his arms.
No matter how many times you did that, Druig would never get over it. He was almost too embarrassed to admit that every time you did it, his heart began racing in his chest and he grew a little bit dizzy. No matter how headstrong Druig wanted to appear to be in front of the other eternals, he would always melt for you.
He almost welcomed your teasing rain clouds over his head, because he knew this moment would follow. These moments brought the warmth of a thousand suns that would make up for hundreds of rain clouds and he adored every second of it.
Through thousands of years, he enjoyed every second of you.
“Better?” You asked as you pulled away and smiled up at him.
Summary: you’re at a family dinner with the Eternals when Druig starts to get handsy. However, he’s left seething after you manage to stay completely silent, and so he makes it his mission to take you home and make you scream...
Warnings: swearing, smut, fingering, semi-public sexual acts, Dom!Druig, oral (f receiving), overstimulation/ multiple orgasms, penetrative sex (m+f), tiniest bit of mind control, minors DNI
A/N: happy Eternals on Disney+ day my loves, here’s some more Druig smut bc I feel like it’s been a lil while since I did a full oneshot for him, hope you like this my babies!!🖤✨🥰
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
These were the moments you loved. Moments spent with your family. It was so rare that all of you would be together at one time, so you relished these small moments together.
You were all currently on the Domo, you and all ten of your fellow Eternals. Ajak and Gilgamesh had prepared the most delicious of meals. You’d all finished eating now, you were all just sat around talking and laughing, enjoying each other’s company.
You had all just come down from laughing at something Kingo had said when you suddenly felt Druig’s hand come to rest on your thigh. You were only in a short sundress so his hand was brushing against your bare skin. You pay no mind to the small gesture, continuing to chat away with the rest of the Eternals.
But then Druig starts to move his hand even high up your thigh, his fingers leaving goosebumps on your flesh as he travels towards your core. The slightest of sighs leaves your lips, quiet enough for only Druig to hear, and only because he was specifically listening out for you.
You can practically feel the smirk that stretches Druig’s lips when his fingers finally reach the apex of your thighs, brushing along your clothed core. He pushes his finger in slightly, just about making contact with your clit through the thin material of your panties.
You can then feel his brows furrow as you don’t even flinch at his contact. Your breathing remains steady, your face unreadable. Clearly frustrated by your lack of reaction Druig pushes his fingers harder against your clit, starting a circling motion. The only sign of you acknowledging this was your body tensing slightly, but still, nothing that anyone else would even notice.
You hear Druig huff lightly as he ramps up his motions, pushing your panties to the side and finally connecting his fingers directly with your clit. You smirk, cocking your head to pay better attention to what Ikaris was currently saying from across the table. Druig’s finger start to build a steady pace, circling your clit just the way he knows you like it.
You could practically feel the frustration rolling off Druig as you continued to show no reaction to him having his hand between your thighs whilst in the middle of a family dinner.
His frustration radiates into his movements as he again decides to take things even further, desperate to pull some kind of response from you. His fingers delve lower through your folds until he reaches your entrance. He circles your hole twice before he pushes two of his fingers inside you. You squirm the slightest bit as his fingers find home inside you, sinking down to the knuckles. But again, your squirm was no more than you would shift just to get comfortable in your seat, it was nothing to warrant any kind of acknowledgment from anyone else.
Druig starts to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them expertly to hit that sweet spot inside you. He then latches his thumb onto you clit, circling in time with his fingers working inside of you. You keep your attention on the conversation at hand, even joining in the laughing when Sprite cracks a witty comment.
If anything, Druig is the one getting more worked up than you. You can just about hear his breathing start to get heavier next to you, the tiniest of grunts passing his lips as he works his hand furiously between your legs. You laugh lightly, enjoying how desperate he was to make you crack. But you knew you wouldn’t. You were good at this game.
Druig feels your walls start to close in around his fingers, your orgasm approaching.You feel the smugness start to rise in his body again, thinking surely you’d have to break when he actually made you cum. But you didn’t. Your orgasm washes over you, your pussy clenching and convulsing around Druig’s fingers.
But on the outside you merely sighed softly, your breathing ever so slightly heavier than normal. Once Druig has pumped you through your orgasm he pulls his fingers from you harshly, a tiny squeak leaving your lips.
You hear him grunt in frustration next to you, his jaw taught, his nostrils flared. You look over at him and smirk, winking at him quickly.
...
You’d barely closed the door to yours and Druig’s room on the Domo when he’s suddenly roughly shoving you against it. His forearm is just below your neck, pinning you up against the door. His other hands grabs the hair at the back of your neck, forcing your head to tilt upwards to where his face is hovering above you, his lips curved in anger.
“What the hell was that?” He seethes, his lips forming a snarl where they were just an inch away from yours.
“You tell me” you bite back, raising an eyebrow defiantly. “You’re the one who decided to finger me under the dinner table."
“And you didn’t even squirm. Didn’t make a single noise” his nostrils flare with anger again.
“Well what can I say, I’m just very good at staying quiet” you shrug teasingly, lifting your chin in defiance.
“Oh yeah?” He taunts.
“Yeah” you tease back.
He looks you up and down, raking his gaze over you. He then shifts, moving his hips forward, trapping your own hips between his and door behind you. A small gasp leaves your lips as you feel his hardened cock pushing against you, straining in the fabric of his jeans.
“Oh we’ll see about that.” His breath is hot against your lips, his mouth so close and yet so far away. “I’m gonna make you scream sweetheart, I’m gonna make you fucking beg for my cock” he growls, leaning into your mouth only to pull back again at the last second, leaving you hanging with want. A soft whine sounds from you as he pulls himself away from you, leaving you limp against the door.
“Strip. Then get on the bed” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
And so you follow his instructions swiftly, shimmying out of your little dress before tugging your panties down your legs, leaving you completely naked under his watchful gaze. An approving smirk paints his lips as he takes in your naked form, a sight he’d seen a thousand times before and yet one he would never grow tired of.
You gulp lightly, his eyes on you sending a flutter to your core. You walk over to the bed, laying down on your back, sitting up on your elbows.
“Open your legs” his voice is somehow simultaneously sharp and smooth.
Your mouth hangs open as your breathing already starts to get heavy, just the anticipation of what’s to come setting your entire body alight. You obey his instruction again, spreading your legs open on the bed, revealing your already soaked centre to him. He lets out a cocky scoff as he takes in the view. He’s then sauntering over to you, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside just before he reaches the edge of the bed.
His eyes lock with yours as he sinks to his knees in front of you. His smirk grows at the sound of your moan. That’s what he wanted, to hear all manner of sinful sounds fall from your lips. He licks those cocky lips of his before he dives into your pussy. His eyes stay on yours as his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it fervently.
You let out a small cry, tossing your head back as you revel in the feeling of his tongue gliding over your clit. He feels so good, your mind is already spinning. Going down on you was one of Druig’s favourite past times, so it’s suffice to say that he knows exactly what he’s doing, knows exactly how to work you. Your hips are starting to move of their own accord, bucking and grinding against his face. Another moan escapes you before you have time to swallow it. You resort to biting down on your bottom lip, attempting to keep your sounds contained.
“Let go of your lip, I want to hear you” Druig hums into your folds.
A whimper trembles through you as you dig your teeth harder into your lip. Druig sighs into your cunt, the vibrations surging through you. But you’re left wanting when his mouth moves off you suddenly. You look up just in time to lock eyes with him again, watching them start to glow gold.
“I said let go of your lip” he speaks slowly and deliberately.
You feel your entire body relax, your jaw going slack where your mouth suddenly hangs open.
“That’s better” Druig taunts, his eyes dimming as he reattaches his mouth to your throbbing clit.
You can hear yourself slowly start to get louder and louder as Druig coaxes you closer and closer to your climax. The fire burns deep in your core, Druig’s tongue working pure magic on your clit.
“Ah fuck, Druig” you cry, your head twisting to the side, your eyes screwed shut, one fist balled in the sheets beneath you, the other tightly wound in Druig’s hair. He hums in approval of your moans, the vibrations finally tipping you over the edge. A strangled cry flies from your throat as your climax races through you, pleasure coursing through your entire body. You gasp loudly with each breath as you convulse, Druig’s tongue continuing to work your clit as you flinch and jerk under his touch.
He finally pulls his mouth off you with a pop, looking down at you with pride plastered on his face as you fall back weakly onto the bed. Your chest is rising and falling deeply with your ragged breathing. You let out a hum of satisfaction.
But Druig just smirks again.
“Oh we’re not done yet sweetheart” he drawls, grabbing one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder, pulling you close to him again. Another moan already escapes you before he even touches you again.
He bites at your inner thigh, nipping across your skin before he reaches the apex of your thigh. He attaches his mouth to you again, but this time he situates himself lower, his tongue swirling around your hole. He pushes his nose against your clit, rubbing in an up and down motion as he starts to flick his tongue in and out of your entrance.
“Shit” you whisper. He’d barely even started up again and already your core was tightening like a coil, pleasure burning in the pit of your stomach.
As your moans get louder Druig works his tongue against you with more fervour, as if he was rewarding you for being more vocal. Your hand finds its way back into his hair, helping hold him in place as your hips rock against his face. He has one hand holding your thigh in place where it’s hooked over his shoulder. His other hand finds your free one, his fingers interlacing with yours, giving you a small squeeze as more sounds fall from your lips.
“Druig... fuck” you cry. “That feels amazing” you whine, your voice cracking with pleasure. He hums again.
“Ah, Druig... I’m gonna cum. Fuck...” you gasp as your second climax crashes over you. Your back arches, your toes curling, digging into Druig’s back, your hand twisting painfully tight in his hair. You swear you can feel him laugh cockily against you as you ride out your orgasm on his face.
You collapse against the mattress again, expecting Druig to stop. But he doesn’t. He just keeps going, his tongue fervently darting in and out of you. Your body starts to spasm, something like a sob leaving your throat as yet another little death rocks through your body.
“Shit, Druig” you pant, a tear springing in your eye as your body becomes overwhelmed by the sensations. Your thighs clench around his head, locking him in a vice-like grip as pleasure rolls through your body. He finally relents are you cry out a pathetic mewl, your body flinching away from his mouth.
He kisses the skin of your inner thigh where it rests just next to his head. He gently pushes your leg off him, leaving you sprawled, a fucked out mess, on the bed.
Another chuckle rumbles through his chest as he kisses his way up your body until his mouth finds yours. He opens your lips with his own, sliding his tongue against yours, giving you a taste of yourself. You both groan into the kiss as your hands rapidly paw at each other. His hands snake around your neck, fingers twining in your hair. Your hands roam all over his bare chest, nails raking across his skin.
Your hands travel down his body until you reach the waistband of his jeans. But he just presses his hips tighter against yours, grinding the rough fabric against your sensitive slit, leaving your hands no room to unbuckle his trousers. You mewl into his mouth, a sudden desperation to have him inside you.
“What do you want little one?” He taunts, pulling back slightly, his eyes dark and lust-blown as they look down at you. You whine again, bucking your hips against his, silently asking for what you seek.
“Come on sweetheart, use your words. Let me hear you” he teases, his lips finding their way to your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin.
He continues his grinding movement, giving you just enough pressure to feel it, but not enough to really get you going. He was deliberately teasing you, waiting for your pleas to fall from your lips. You huff, finally feeling the same frustration that Druig must’ve felt earlier; the frustration of not getting what you want. If you wanted him to fuck you, you really were gonna have to beg for it.
You turn your head so your lips are against his ear. “Please Druig” you purr against the shell of his ear. He pushes himself up on his arms to look at you again.
“Please what?” He cocks his head to the side, his eyes dropping to your lips briefly. “What do you want baby?” He grinds particularly hard on that last sentence, finally causing you snap with need.
“You. I want you Druig. I want you to fuck me, please. I need you. I need to feel you inside me, please Druig please” you cry, kissing all over his neck and throat between each word, your nails digging harshly into his back as you desperately pull him against you.
“Please Druig please” you continue to murmur against his skin as your hands travel back down towards his navel again. He groans loudly in your ear.
“Good girl” he praises before he finally reaches down between your two bodies, helping you to undo his belt and jeans. You roughly shove them down his legs, freeing his already leaking cock. You moan as you capture his mouth with your own again, your hand grabbing his dick. You start to move your wrist, pumping him lightly. But he’s quick to stop you, grabbing your wrist in his hand. He grunts with the restraint, fighting the want to just let you keep working him with your hand.
But he’s then swift to line himself up with your entrance, gathering your slick by stroking his head through your folds a few times. He then, at last, sinks his cock inside you. You both moan as you envelope him with your warmth, a further cry escaping your throat as he bottoms out inside you. You see a smirk on his lips again as he suddenly starts a fast and brutal pace.
He doesn’t waste time warming you up or letting your adjust to his size or his rhythm, he simply begins to pound into you, his hips slapping harshly against yours. You’re now powerless to stop the sounds that fly from your mouth, moans and whimpers, gasps and sighs as he hits that spot inside you over and over again.
“Oh fuck Druig, you feel so good” you cry into his neck.
“Yeah?” He breathes into the crook of your neck. You nod frantically as his hips jar into yours.
“Then let me hear you baby, let everyone hear you” he demands, biting down hard into your shoulder.
You cry out loudly at the pain and you feel him laugh darkly. You completely let go, all inhibitions and anxieties put aside, you simply let every sound that your body wanted to make loose from your mouth.
“That’s it baby” he encourages as you start to feel your walls tightening around him, another climax inbound. You can feel how sensitive you are from your previous orgasms, but right now you don’t care because fuck he felt so good inside you.
“Ahh, Druig” you pant loudly, your voice cracking again. “Shit, I’m gonna cum” you squeak.
“Yeah?” He kisses up your throat again. “Cum for me baby."
And so you do. And so he fulfils his promise, his name a scream on your lips as your orgasm tears through your body.
“Shit baby, you sound so fucking beautiful screaming my name” he grunts as his pace stutters and falters, his hips jaggedly rutting into yours as he approaches his own climax. Your name is a curse on his lips as he finally stills, his hot load spilling inside you, his hot breath mixing with yours as both your mouths hang open in euphoria. He kisses you sloppily again as you both revel in your highs, your sweaty bodies clinging to each other. He pulls back the slightest bit to look at you again, a complete wreck beneath him. That gods-forsaken smirk back on his face.
“Told you I’d make you scream."
...
You and Druig walk hand-in-hand into the common area the next morning, finding most of your fellow Eternals already there and waiting. All conversation stops when you two enter, all eyes snapping towards you. You and Druig look around in confusion before Sprite finally pipes up.
“You do realise that all our rooms are adjoined here on the Domo?” She cringes.
“Yeah what we heard last night was just down right disturbing” Kingo chimes in, pulling a mock disgusted face.
You blush and bury your head in Druig’s chest, but you just know he’s just the most shit-eating grin plastered on his face, full of pride that everyone else got to hear the way you scream for him.
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Masterlist
A/N: this may or may not have been inspired by my personal ability to stay incredibly quiet in bed👀 lmao, hope you enjoyed this!!✨🖤💫
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, language, thigh riding, exhibitionism?, degrading kink, this is uneditied
It seems like the waves of sexual frustration came at the worst times. Laying in bed, your thighs squeezed shut- desperately trying to relieve some frustration but failing miserably.
Druig sits in the other room on a call with the other Eternals, catching up and talking about the latest adventures they'd been on. It was a rather boring call, but he sat with the phone on speaker leaning back in the desk chair.
His thighs are covered by the thin pajama pants and t-shirt covering his chest. Druig's appearance made the wetness between your thighs grow.
Standing in the doorway, you watched and waited for him to give you the okay that you could come in.
A smile tugs on the corner of his mouth and you slowly walk toward him. Sitting on the small chair in front of the dark wooded desk, you watched his light blue eyes squint together in confusion. Scooting back, not making a sound, letting Kingo continue the story about his latest film.
Druig pats his thigh. Butterflies swarm your stomach as you got up and went around the desk and sat on his lap- straddled his lap. Druig's eyes fell to your lower half. Only a sheer layer of panties covered your wet heat. He felt the arousal seep through the material of his pants.
Innocently, you smile wide- littering kisses around his neck. The sexual frustration only grew and the longer your lips lingered, the more aroused and needy you became.
The cellphone moved away from his ear and to the top of the desk. Druig pressed mute and speaker buttons.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Already made a mess on my thigh?" The heat rose to your cheeks, embarrassed at the small patch of arousal on his leg.
"I'm sor-" Druig cuts you off,
"You need to cum don't you? Want to hump my leg like an impatient whore?" He begins, sliding his palms underneath the fabric of your shirt- feeling that there is no bra.
"So needy, so pathetic." Druig coos, grazing his thumb over your nipple.
It pebbles and a shiver is sent down your spine and your pussy begins to throb.
"Can't even wait till I'm off the phone." You're beyond embarrassed.
Embarrassed at how needy you are, embarrassed by how frustrated you are- embarrassed that you were getting turned on by the thought of getting off on his thigh while you're while on the phone.
"Go on." Druig leans back, gesturing to his leg.
Hesitantly, you watch the phone- triple checking that your end is muted. Druig chuckles at your caution, before bouncing his leg. A small whimper slips past your lips as your clit aches.
You begin to grind against his leg. Your arms wrap about his neck and you pull him as close as you could. Without warning, small whimpers and whines dripped from your lips. Eyes fluttering shut, soon you forgot you were still on the phone.
"What would they think if they heard your pathetic little whimpers?" Druig taunted.
"So fucking desperate. I can feel how wet your cunt is- you're making such a mess." Druig grunts, feeling himself harden underneath you.
The pleasure only grew with the desperation to cum. Your eyes squeezed shut and the voices from the phone drowned out as your hips humped against him faster.
"You're gonna cum, aren't you? I can feel that cunt aching, you need that needy hole to be filled huh?" You couldn't form words.
Too lost in the pleasure all you could do was a grunt.
"You gotta use your words or I'll send you to the room right now." He threatened you knew it was a real- because he had done it before.
"I- fuck! I-I need to-" The words get jumbled in your mind and the pleasure builds in rapidly your stomach.
"Full sentences, princess." Interrupted by a moan, you mustered all the concentration you could and mumbled something resembling a sentence.
"M'need to cum!" Druig chuckled, covering your mouth as Kingo asked him a question.
Your eyes widened then rolled back as you moaned into his mouth. Your orgasm rolled through you, your hips bucked and your legs went numb.
"I'm in, just let me know where." Druig agreed to some plans to hang out soon, but when he finished he didn't mute the phone.
"Alright, bye guys." Druig smirked, hanging up his end of the call.
Removing his hand from your mouth with a devilish grin. You sat in front of him, exhausted and sweaty- your chest panting.
"That's my fucking girl, " Druig moans, pressing his lips to your neck.
note: rich bitch druig>> ,, also possessive druig>>
pairing: druig x (f)immortal!reader
summary: while waiting for your husband to arrive, a man just won't let you be and druig gets to flex a lil
warnings: not proofread, annoying men, druig in a button-up with the sleeves rolled up 😩
wc: 1k
Eternal life can get a little boring. If you aren’t taking up a hyperactive profession like Kingo, you end up with a lot of free time.
This dilemma is exactly what led you and Druig to get involved in some gambling situations that were a little bit shady, to say the least. Though there really wasn’t much risk as you were very well off, and if you somehow weren’t - you had a husband whose specialty was mind control. Tonight, the occasion was the evening races.
Though it wasn’t your favorite, it was still enjoyable - especially because of the extensive selection of food and drinks. It had been decided that you’d meet Druig there because he had a surprise that he wanted to prepare for you. That was what ended you up in the VIP cocktail lounge alone, practically surrounded by a pack of Fortune 500 heirs looking for a sweet treat.
Which is most definitely what you were. You were definitely looking forward to when he showed up because these men couldn’t seem to have the courtesy to act like they weren’t looking. You wore a gorgeous slip gown, a black draping cut of satin that stopped just above your knee; The thin straps trailed down to the “back” of the dress (if you could call it that). The way the satin fell, the majority of your back was exposed, being tickled by stray hairs that betrayed your updo.
Absentmindedly, you sipped on your cocktail from a straw as you watched the introductions of tonight’s lineup on the TV.
“Hey sugar,” A man approaches you, claiming the stool next to yours. You only spare a second-long glance at the man. He’s the epitome of a trust fund kid, given a little too much status that was never put to good use. It's just so easy to see. As the bartender passes, you raise your finger - asking for another round.
“You busy tonight?” He leans his broad figure closer to you.
“No thank you.” You say, pulling your newly refilled drink closer and putting your straw into it. Turning to the TV, you narrow down who you want to put your bets on.
“You’re not busy tonight?” He chuckles, “Well that’s good to hear. Why don’t you come join us at our table?”
You roll your eyes, ignoring the man. Druig come quick, you think. You can hear the man order a pair of drinks before he continues bothering you.
“It's okay hon, you don’t have to play hard to get. Think about my offer,” He slides the drink into your peripheral vision.
As soon as he’s gone, you make eye contact with the bartender. You motion at the drink and push it towards him. He nods at you and goes back to polishing.
Thankfully, a bit of time passes and you haven’t been harassed. You had moved onto nibbling on some chopped fruits and berries.
The familiar feel of those unusually soft fingers spread across your bare back. Druig presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, “Hello, darling.”
“Hey, stranger.” You murmur, turning to meet his gaze. He is dressed so devilishly handsome in his dress pants and button-up. The sleeves were folded up to his elbows, showing off his toned forearms. From behind him, you can see the man from earlier approaching. Druig can see the irritation in your features and turns to see what you were looking so disgusted at.
“Hey man,” The man approached your husband, “Hate to kill your party, but she’s with me.”
Druig’s blue eyes spark with mischief. He raises his brows at you, pretending to be surprised, “Is she now? She didn’t tell me that.”
“No problem mate, she’s a quiet one if you haven’t noticed,” The man was very good at acting nonchalant, you’d give him that.
“Ah, I see,” Druig nodded, but still his hand rested on your back. An amused smile had begun creeping onto his lips, “I think if she was with you, then maybe she wouldn’t have been alone here at the bar. Don’t ya think, mate?”
Druig was mocking the man now. He leaned forward using his opposite arm to lean onto the bar, but more so create a barrier between the man and you. The man's face grew red and then he spotted Druig’s golden wedding band, “What would your wife think of you, man?”
You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting a smile.
“Oh, you know what? Let’s ask her,” The man’s face contorted. Druig turned to you, “Darling, what do you think of me?”
“Wha-“ The man began. You lifted your arm that was earlier out of sight, inspecting your nails for dirt that was never there. Oh, but there was your ring. A relatively massive diamond that sparkled brightly.
“I think the world of you, baby,” You smile, placing a kiss on his cheek. Druig turns to the man, clapping him on the shoulder. The embarrassment was engraved into the man’s features.
“Better luck next time mate.”
The man stumbled away, not looking back once. Druig held your hand steady as you stepped down from the stool, just to pull you against him. His plush lips press a kiss to your temple, “I really can’t leave you alone can I?”
“It’s endless,” You laugh, resting your hand on his shoulder blade. You can feel his muscles flex under the fabric, causing you to pull your bottom lip in between your teeth. “Besides, I think I prefer being by your side.”
Druig smirks at you, using his other hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear and gently brushing his finger over the earrings he had bought you. “I’m not really complete without you by my side, am I?”
You shake your head, smiling smugly. “Not at all.”
“Well, come on then, let’s go get into some trouble,” He grins, pulling your hand up to his face. Your husband holds your gaze, giving your knuckles a kiss and shooting you a wink.
