#eternals x you

[bruisedboys]

can’t stop thinking about how druig would call you “pretty girl” or “my pretty girl” and how nice it would sound with his accent … I need him

[bvbyacid-666]

𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕤

Reminiscing on the Day you met the one and only druig

Warnings: None

Originally Written: 04/08/2024

Word Count: 645

“ You know it’s rude to stare right?”

You and druig were currently sitting under the tall trees of the amazon rainforest, admiring the billions of stars that resided above you. Well at least you were, it seemed as if druig decided to admire something else. 

“ Does my staring make you nervous, darling?”

Turning to face his narrowed eyes, you looked him up and down. Unable to think of a quick witty response that would match the multitude of his own. 

Laughing and turning away from him is the only thing that broke the intense silence between the two of you. No matter how many centuries had passed, druig was still able to make you laugh like the first time you met. 

5000 B.C: Mesopotamia

After protecting the locals from the deviants and essentially saving their lives, the eternals had split up, exploring the lands in which the locals occupied. 

You sat at the edge of the ground, where the waves crashing against met with the main rocks that littered the shore. The serene sound of the water crashing against the rocks created a sort of peace inside you, letting you calm down from the adrenaline high of fighting those deviants.

You heard his footsteps before you saw him. He still adorned his black suit that didn’t disappoint in showing off his muscles. He sat down next to you, not close enough in which your bodies were touching but close enough in which you could practically feel the heat emitting from your body. 

“What’s a beautiful lady like you sitting down here all by her lonesome?”

“ Am I not allowed to have some time to myself?”

“No, I just thought a beauty like you would prefer to be within the thick of the welcoming activities.”

“ Well lucky for me, I'm not that kind of girl.”

Turning to finally face him you could finally see the face of the man that had mysteriously wandered over to you. 

His face looked like it had been carved by Zeus himself, with not a single imperfection present and his eyes looking like the same waves you had watched for the past hour, clashing against each other in a sequence that could only be described as serene. 

It seemed as if you had gotten yourself lost in those very eyes, with him suddenly turning towards you with a questioning look on his face.

“Sorry did you say something?”

‘It’s alright beautiful. I was just introducing myself, my name’s druig”

He even had a perfect name.

“My names Y/N”

“Well it’s lovely to meet you darling”

Simultaneously as he said that he took your hand and pressed a light kiss to the centre of the back of your palm, making it feel like a touch from the gods themselves.

Flushed with embarrassment, you turned away from him. Deciding staring back out at the waves would give you less of an opportunity to embarrass yourself.

After several minutes the guilt of seemingly turning around and ignoring him seeped in. Deciding to try to climb out of whatever hole you’ve already dug yourself into, you agree that trying to strike up a conversation is probably your best bet at not perceiving yourself as some self indulgent asshole to this guy.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

“It sure is.”

Turning around to face the man, you came face to face with his eyes looking straight into yours.

“You idiot, you weren’t even looking at it”

“I know, i was looking at something much more beautiful”

Laughing to shield the bashfulness that his bold statement has caused you, you can’t believe that such a man could say something on your first encounter.

“Is that seriously your way of flirting? Because if it is, it really sucks”

“Maybe, but does it work?”

“Maybe”

You didn’t realise then but that was the start of everything for you.

[mysadcorner]

Can I please request what it would be like to go into a haunted house with Druig headcanons

Druig Haunted House Headcanons

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Druig would probably enjoy going to a haunted house, at least more than others typically would. Depending on if the house was "haunted" just because of rumours or if there were actually ghosts would dictate how much time he would have to look around.

He’s definitely going to roll his eyes if someone tries to warn him about the house, of course it isn’t going to be too much of a danger to him no matter what people claim to be inside the house whether it be real or fake.

He will absolutely tease you, and it may even turn into mocking once he realises that he’s getting under your skin. It doesn’t matter how close to him you are, this sort of behaviour is something you would have to get used to if you’re going to be spending time around him.

He may also take this opportunity to flirt with you, of course taking advantage of you potentially being scared by the haunted house. It would be his way of showing off to you while also being in a situation where his flirting would be less awkward.

If you were genuinely in a scared state due to the “haunted house” then he would move past his sarcasm, mocking and flirting and try his best to genuinely give him comfort. It’s tiny moments like this that a caring side comes out and he genuinely tries to help, even if you doubt his intentions at the time.

Jump out at him and he’ll scream :)

[beyondspaceandstars]

Treacherous (epilogue)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: N/A Summary: Soulmate!AU - Soulmate tattoos are incredibly rare but you’ve never felt really proud to have one. Everyone else around you gushed over it while you found the whole thing ominous and a little inconvenient. Truthfully, you were never really convinced you’d find your other half… That is until a random camping trip leads you to a quaint village run by a dark and brooding man who just so happens to be your soulmate. Stuck in the forest with nothing else to lose, you agree to join his world, his little village, and see if there’s actually love behind the markings. A/N: i guess we finally made it - thank you for reading and I sincerely hope you have enjoyed this fic, even though it took me forever to update. thank you for being patient and i pray this has lived up to any expectations. thank you for caring and reading! I write just to have fun but it's always nice when there's people to read it :)

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You made your way out to your apartment balcony, carefully maneuvering the tight space as you carried two plates filled with sandwiches and cups of soup. Druig was already sitting at the patio table. He’d been sitting there for a while scrolling on his new cellphone (or "cellular device," if you asked him about it). 

You two had made a pitstop on your travels to see a few of the Eternals and Sersi had insisted on keeping in touch the modern way. She shoved a phone into Druig’s hands and, despite his protests, he quickly became fascinated with the technology. It was still a very funny sight to you. You were quite relieved you find you weren’t missing your phone, though. 

"Do you have time to take a break from your phone for lunch?" You playfully asked as you placed a plate of food in front of your soulmate. He smirked and rolled his eyes before placing the phone on the table.

"I was reading about a farmer’s market that’s going to be not too far from here tomorrow," he explained. "We should check it out."

"Sounds nice," you replied and swirled your spoon around your serving of soup. It was evident that Druig missed the routine and community of the village. You noticed this pretty quickly after moving in together. He focused on very specific parts of living, such as cooking with particular organic vegetables. He was also very strict about security in your apartment. You never missed the protective eye he kept on, well, everything. 

Living together like this was certainly an adjustment. Even though it wasn’t the first time you two had shared the same home, it felt very different now. You were coming together in one household on almost completely different terms. There was a willingness and dedication to this life that hadn’t felt as real or tangible in the village. 

The place you lived in also felt very bizarre. It was a one-bedroom, cozy flat near the city but not in the heart of it. It screamed prime real estate to you. A place like this in New York would be mind-blowing. You didn’t know how Druig was able to obtain this flat but you also didn’t want to ask too many questions. All of the Eternals seemed to manage their livings on their own with ease and you would just go along with it for him.

 "Are you okay, darling?" Druig asked, pulling you out of your wandering mind. 

You nodded and took a bite of your sandwich. "That farmer’s market sounds really great. Hopefully, their growing standards live up to your demands," you joked. 

"I’m sorry for thinking we should eat well," he replied, making your joking tone. "Perhaps that diner you took me to traumatized me."

You gasped. "You certainly weren’t complaining at the time."

He smirked. "I finally had you back. I was a little distracted, I wasn’t thinking clearly."

Your heart suddenly felt like it was mush in your chest. You didn’t know how he constantly managed to do that to you. It never felt like it would fizzle. 

"There’s no need to woo me," you muttered as you felt your face get warm. "You already have me here."

"But that’s where you’re wrong. Because you’re here, I get to woo you every day, for as long as this world allows."

Now your stomach felt like mush. You had to force yourself to look away or else you would completely crumble under Druig’s gaze. 

"An art gallery a few streets over is looking for an intern. I was considering applying," you said, changing the subject. You had to shift it—he could go on forever working you up.

Druig smiled at your admission. "That sounds wonderful."

"Yeah?" You sighed. "Do you really think so? I wasn’t totally sure, my creativity has been lacking for a while. I… I haven’t done much of anything creative since the village. I never got to finish the blanket." It was such an insignificant part of the village but its loss didn’t get past you. You had remembered that first spark that it ignited in you, that moment you wondered if you were right where you needed to be. It felt so silly to admit, so silly to have a knitted blanket hold so much weight, but its loss could’ve foretold so much.

"I’ll get you all the yarn you want," Druig responded with no hesitation. "You’ll get to make a hundred blankets. You can fill the entire flat with them."

You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. "I make traditional art, too."

"Any materials you need, consider it done," he replied. "Do you want a studio? We could rent a studio."

You quickly shook your head, trying to get him to slow down. His tendency to come on strong and eager had yet to fully fade, but you were starting to think it never would. 

"Let me start with the blanket and internship," you said. "Maybe I’ll get some paint sets as well. We can talk studios…at a later date."

"Sorry," he sighed. "I just want you to have everything. I… I don’t want you to regret this, not even for a second. I never want any more worries or fears running through your head."

You gave him a sympathetic smile and placed your hand on his where it rested on the table. You noticed he hadn’t touched much of his food, a seemingly uncommon occurrence for him.

"You can’t stop me from worrying, but I can assure you that, right here, right now, I’m very pleased with where I am in life. I’m happy in this apartment and I’m glad you’re the one I’m sharing it with."

You swore you heard Druig let out a sigh of relief but you ignored it.

"I think that’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear," he muttered. "I’m happy as well."

"Thank gosh," you said as a smile you couldn’t contain spread its way onto your lips. "Now, we should finish our lunch. I believe I was promised yarn."

"Anything for you, my beautiful, beautiful soulmate."

[brittle-doughie]

Since we had that story of Y/N Cookie wanting to keep the Ancients from going out and getting themselves killed up against Dark Enchantress Cookie, how about something similar with the Beasts?

>The Beasts get corrupted

>Y/N Cookie, not corrupted, tries to fight them, and fails

>cue them starting to die

>Beasts start panicking, completely overestimating how much Y/N Cookie could take

>Y/N Cookie, in their last moments, wishes they could’ve done more to help the Beasts not get corrupted before finally going

>Witch(es) stumble upon this scene, seeing their greatest cookie having been crumbled, along with whatever other carnage is around

>cue literally everything else

Being sealed away with the guilt of spilling jam from the cookie you all loved the most fresh on your mind? They are NOT gonna be doing so hot in there.

The Tale of the Forced Hand (The Five Beasts)

Witch’s Castle witches are pretty neat.

“The story begins when this very Silver Tree was only a small sapling…When the World of Desserts was at its infancy.”

“The Witches baked six Cookies to help them in their creation of the world.”

“..harness the radiance bestowed upon you for the betterment of this world…”

“And the six Cookies imbued with absolute powers walked Earthbread as almighty envoys of the Great Creators.”

“Knowledge, Volition, Compassion, Happiness, Change, and Solidarity.”

“The Dessert World bound by these Five Virtues was nothing short of paradise.”

Gingerbrave and Wizard Cookie chimed in with their responses.

“So those six Cookies were the original owners of the Soul Jam?”

“Huh…Those “Six Virtues” are different from those of the Soul Jams. There’s six of them, yet only five today…”

“The Virtue of Compassion is what held the other Virtues so closely together, cherishing each of them equally as much.”

“Alas, for they and the perfect age were short-lived. Absolute power begets nothing but arrogance. It inevitably corrupts its wielder, bringing them to the most tragic of ends…A fate even the Witches were unable to foresee.”

“One by one, the Five, once regarded as saviors of the Cookie World, gradually turned to Darkness. And thus, the Five Virtues, too, became distorted, twisted…reduced to Deceit, Apathy, Sloth, Destruction, and Silence….”

Strawberry Cookie shuddered in worry at the mere mention of the fallen virtues.

“Deceit, Apathy, Sloth, Destruction, and Silence..that sounds really scary…

“Wait, what about the Virtue of Compassion? They weren’t evil too, were they?”

“The Virtue of Compassion was able to prevail against their descent into Darkness with their Soul Jam, whereas now the Five Beasts, the apostles of evil, began their dark crusade…”

“The Witches asked of Compassion to protect the Cookie World from the Beast Cookies, lending them what strength they could give.”

“Compassion fought bravely against the Beasts, blocking each of their blows and resisting their sickly whispers…But it was only a matter of time before Compassion slowly began to whittle…”

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“Come on, snap out of you all! This isn’t what you guys once were!”

“What’s the big deal, silly willy~ There isn’t anything wrong with dabbling yourself in a little bit of Darkness, you should try it with us!”

“No! This isn’t you! You were all my best friends! Come to your senses! Now!”

“It pains me to see you still cling onto false hope that you’re different than the rest of us, darling~ Can you just let go and become who you really are? For me~?”

“I can’t…I cannot forsake my oath to protect the Cookie World. You all know that! Cookies that want happy lives, don’t you want that?”

“They will all meet the same fate in the end, reduced to nothing…the futility of all this should be clear to you…”

“As if! It isn’t pointless to live life the way you want it to! It’s how you spend it and make the most of it!”

“They will all crumble in the end, so why not give them a little push! You’re starting to really aggravate me now, Y/N Cookie!”

“I won’t let you hurt them and I don’t want to hurt you all any more then I have to! Please, don’t do this…”

“……”

“Your silence says everything I need to hear from you. I tried…but I will put a stop you no matter if I’m reduced to bits!”

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“Woah….What happened to them?”

“The Virtue of Compassion fought for as long as they were able, their dough slowly whittling away with every blow that dealt to them. The Beasts have overestimated just how durable their former friend was…and they perished right in the middle of the circle….”

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“Ok, ya silly goose! You can stand right back up now! You put on a great show, let us give you a round of applause!”

“Darling, we know we haven’t hit you too hard. You can join us and we can all be together once more as Beasts…”

“Hmm…they don’t seem to be responding to us…”

“Hey, Y/N Cookie. Quit being soft and get up already, you’re..starting to worry me a bit here, you know.”

Silent Salt Cookie knelt down and placed their thumb on your wrist…jumping back when they feel nothing…

“Ahaha! Okay! This isn’t funny anymore, you softie! You win! Stand up on your two feet now! I’ll make you if you don’t!”

“D-Darling? P-Please get up. Look, I’m sorry for what I said earlier, I-WE just really wanted you to join us…”

“Burning Spice Cookie, just how hard were your strikes to their dough?

“D-Don’t put any type of blame on me! All of you were just as rough with them as I was!”

“….!”

The Beast Cookies rushed to their fallen friend in the center, clearly distraught on their faces…

“Y/N Cookie, if you don’t stop playing jokes with me right now, I’ll never forgive you!”

“Darling! Wake up! I-I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have hit you so hard! Please wake up! You have to! Don’t leave me alone!”

“It was pointless to try and stop us, Y/N Cookie. Yet…my heart cries and aches, why did you have to resist….please, wake up…”

“God DAMN IT. I-I went too far, I shouldn’t have been so brutal with my swings and now look at you, your dough..damaged and ruined….because of me….”

“….Hmph….”

Silent Salt just lowered their head to look at the ground, feeling nothing but shame and remorse for what they had done…for what they all had done….

“I wish…I could’ve done more for you all…I wished…that I had loved all of you more…to not…end up like this...”

“…..I’m sorry…..”

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“The Witches couldn’t bear to see what fate had befallen their creations, made even more distraught at the loss of their greatest creation among them all…they punished the Beasts by sealing them away deep within this land…”

“And planted the seed of the Silver Tree to ensure their evil power never sees the light of day again. Right where the Virtue of Compassion was laid to rest, so that at least a part of them can live on….From then on, this land where the Beasts were put to sleep, was called Beast Yeast.”

“The Witches then gathered the last vestiges of power bestowed upon the Beasts, untouched by their corruption. They further cleansed, purified it, and in the end…Soul Jam was created. The purest Soul Jam was meant to be earned by Cookies who had proven themselves worthy.”

“All, but Compassion. For their purity simply could not be remade again. The Witch who personally baked Compassion had locked herself away in grief after the loss of her cookie and took the knowledge of the recipe and baking of Compassion with her…”

“So, there can never be another cookie like Compassion?”

“It’s what they say, but all life powder returns to the earth. It isn’t out of the realm of possibility that the Virtue of Compassion may return in some form, someday…”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Y/N Cookie, who was casually eating some food offered to them by the Faeries.

“…..What?”

[yameoto]

caitvi x free-use reader

tw: free-use (duhhh)

for caitlyn, it wouldn’t even occur to her that she wouldn’t do this. her whole life, she’s had everything she could ever want, at her fingertips. only a whisper of a surname, and she could breeze right through and take, and take, and take. with you? she needn't even do that. she already has you. you’re hers—is it not a given? why wouldn’t she beckon you by the fingers, head bowed over some documents at her desk. orders, “sit, here.” and you don’t even realise where she’s guiding you til’ her arm is hooked around your waist and slipping her fingers up your gown to tug away your panties, sliding you upon her erect cock. doesn’t even thrust. though she does, smile, at the sharp inhale that she can feel along your back, flush against her own chest. twitches, inside of you. your walls tighten around her.

“what? i was cold.” her tone doesn’t shift an inch, not so much as a quiver as she continues writing away. her eloquent cursive is blurry in your vision, for you’re too busy trying not to urgently rut up against her member because caitlyn will drag you over to sit on her cock, yet, refuse to fuck you. she’s cruel, like that.

vi would be a different matter. a product of her supreme lack of self-restraint. she’s just so enamoured with you; so in awe at how a pretty thing like you could be all, all hers—that she can’t help but want to bask it in a little. hugs you from behind and you feel her rub her bulge against your ass, panting softly in your ear. can’t stop herself until she’s yanking your skirt down and burying herself inside. she can’t help it. just wants to feel you. loves the way you always whine, clenching in surprise and choking her cock—whenever she does it like this. murmurs, “god, baby. m’so lucky to have you.” as she nips your ear and groans like a needy thing with each buck of her hips. you can’t even find it in yourself to be mad, when she forgets to pull-out when she cums.

secretly, she’s glad. she’ll lick it out of you, later.

[heartorbit]

searching for a star that's still unknown to anyone!

[snowvies]

Mr. Badgley

Penn Badgley x Fem!Reader

summary: you can't stop thinking about your married piano teacher, Mr. Badgley. and one day he slides under the instrument to show you how much he's been thinking about you too.

wc: 1k

cw: age gap (reader 19, Penn late thirties), cheating, piano teacher x student, pussy eating, fingering, female masturbation

Sundays are your favorite days, especially ones like this when the clouds hang low with a murky swirl in the sky. You're nineteen, and college is kicking your ass but you promised yourself you wouldn't think about the papers due when you're here, at Mr. Badgley's house.

You found his ad on craigslist, piano lessons..fifty bucks an hour you would've scrolled past it until you saw him, and his family. You felt safer in a random man's house when his wife and newborn baby were in the same room with you. So you started going there, ever since your freshman year.

Your raggedy car rolllsss to stop and you get out to see the lonely house, picked apart to be perfect, not a single thing out of place... except yourself.

His wife answers the door a few minutes after knocking, the cold biting your bare legs as you run in for warmth, completely missing her scowl at your lack of kicking the mat with your dirty boots.

Mr. Badgley offers you a warm smile, hair combed perfectly, sweater ironed and pants straight like every weekend. His eyes always look a little empty when you come. His wife jingles her keys around her finger as she readjusts the baby on her hip

"I'm going out, be done when I'm home" the same line. Every week. You smile her way but she doesn't pay mind to it, leaving you and her husband to play. you turn to Mr. Badgley but he's already walking to the connecting living room of the tiny house, sitting on the worn bench as he slides the fallboard up.

You sit next to him as he wears an excited smile, when he's like this, playing with you, it doesn't seem orchestrated by his wife. Every move he makes is analyzed by her, except this. The only reason he's allowed to do this is because they needed the extra money.

"Let's start where we left off last week, yes?" he asked and you nodded, you inhaled the mixture of musk and old books that surrounded the pianist as he began the background cords. his eyes are on you, they shine as his spine relaxes into the music and you begin your part. fingers dancing over keys as you try to remember the pattern

Your eyes squeezed shut once you messed the keys up. He smiles softly and lets a laugh out of his nose at your reaction

"Like this," his larger palm rests on top of yours as he guides your fingers, you nod and try again.

Soon enough an hour passes and you both rise from the bench and you dig into your purse for the fifty bucks you crumpled into it this morning, but, warm hands slide on top of your shoulder and the older man shakes his head.

"No need" he grins and tries to send you off but you insist, grabbing the money but he pushes you out the door.

"I will not have you pay for something that I enjoy just as much, Y/n, have a lovely week" The door softly shuts and you're left stunned.

.

You roll around your dorm bed, restless as the man's words keep ringing in your head. Why didn't he let you pay?

Maybe you're being dramatic. But it isn't like the Badgleys are set either.

You shut your eyes in a huff, suffocating yourself in the pillow under you as you replay the keys in an attempt to lull you asleep

But it isn't just the keys you're thinking about...

It's how his hand guided yours, it's how he looked at you when it was your part to play, it's his scent, it's his being. It's driving you mad.

You arch your back slowly, fingers sliding down your body until you get to your aching core. slick-filled fingers rubbing yourself at the thought of your teacher's hands touching you, grabbing you, loving you.

You moan into the pillow, legs shaking as you cream around your fingers, the thought of him drives you wild.

So just how will you act the next time you see him?

.

Before you know it, it's Sunday and you're back at the Badgleys, with his wife announcing her departure and the formal greetings of you and your teacher, you're back at that bench, side by side.

He starts the cords, and you follow trying to calm your shaking legs as you think about what fueled you that night. You couldn't even look him in the eyes this session.

His hand softly squeezes your bare thigh and you look back at the man.

"You're completely off" he informs you and you don't think your face could get redder.

"I-I'm so sorry...let's try again" you panic but his thumb rubs loving circles on your flesh.

"You usually think the world ends when you mess up, but you kept playing this time, you're mind is somewhere else Ms. Y/n."

"Sorry Mr. Badgley" you murmur

"Talk to me, get it off your chest so we can get back to playing" he smiles and you nod slowly

"...Why didn't you let me pay last time?" you ask, he stops for a moment as the hand on your thigh now rests on his face as he thinks for a moment.

"I just feel like, something so pleasurable shouldn't be bought," he says above a whisper and you feel your entire face glow, and he must have noticed with how he laughs.

"Not those pleasures, Ms. Y/n" he smiles and you don't think you've ever been so embarrassed. But when his laughter stops, his eyes swirl softly into something darker, in that moment you feel exposed to every thought as he eyes you.

He stands, hands finding your shoulders

"Keep playing"

You take a shaky breath as your thighs begin to shake once more, fingers finding the keys as you start the song

"Good," he whispers, his scents overwhelming you now as you feel almost dizzy while playing, you barely notice how he slips under the piano.

"Mr. Badgley, what are you doing?" you gasp as his dark brown eyes gaze up at you

"Keep.playing" he says sternly, and with a swallow, you keep going

He kisses your knees and you feel yourself sticking to your panties as he spreads them apart.

He has a wife. He has a kid. What are you doing?

"You're doing great" he huffs, kissing your thighs, you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as his fingers dance up to your panties.

He pulls them down slowly, your wetness sticking to the fabric before they are lost in his pockets

Your bare pussy is in front of your teacher's face as he rubs up and down your thighs taking a shaky breath in

You slam the keys as his tongue licks up your pussy, he moans into you before forcing you to scoot closer into his face, his hands wrapping around your ass as he slurps and moans at your cunt.

"Mr.- fuck" you cry, hands climbing to try and stop your moans as your hips buck up to hump his face

"You taste so so good" he groans, making out with your pussy as he sucks at your clit just to tongue fuck your hole

Hot tears flow down your face as he stares up at you, watching you come undone for him.

You shake around him, orgasm approaching closer with every lick, he sucks on your slit before adding a long finger to your hole. You throw your head back as he fingers you, flicking his tongue relentlessly as his finger curls inside you.

You feel him whine and moan against your pussy, and when you look down you see him gripping and grabbing at his hard-on as he eats you out. You cry as that sends you over and you cum around his finger

You're panting as he curls his fingers a few more times before shoving it into his mouth and licking you clean, you're shaking and wide-eyed as hair sticks to your face and he crawls out from under the piano

Right, weren't you two supposed to be playing right now? Isn't his wife about to be home and he's sucking his fingers because they still taste like you?

He helps you off the bench and you stare into the stained cushion but he turns your chin to him before kissing you deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue before breaking it off with a simple

"My wife is on her way...see you in our next session Ms. Y/n"

And you can't wait for next Sunday.

an: lmk how obvious it is idk anything about pianos. This is based on a dream I had last night 😵‍💫🖤 I hope you liked it <333

[time-slink]

@wasyago ‘s recks au etho <33 i love this funny little guy sm

[dreamyblanket]

[flyme2damoon]

let's go gardening with [name] cookie ☺ !

... WAIT—

they were soon (politely!) escorted away by one of the Faerie knights........ but a few certain cookies couldn't help but feel intrigued by the unexpected visitor. ☺🤍

[jade-bright]

What I hope to fit into my sterek au...

First full moon or something, sterek chaining up and watching over the betas

Erica, trying not to think abt the pain: What's a fun place y'all have had sex before?

Boyd, chained up next to her: What about normal questions like, who was your least favorite teacher?

Derek, tying up Isaac: Harris

Stiles, just chilling with a jar of mountain ash: Oh, no doubt about it, Harris

Stiles: We also fucked on his desk

[blaksstr]

Stiles: “You’re the alpha, right? That means you’re like the pack dad. So, technically, you’re my wolf dad now.”

Derek: “I am not your dad.”

Stiles: “You’re right. You’re more like my grumpy older boyfriend.”

Derek: chokes on his drink

[mysadcorner]

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Treacherous (20)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: angst, fluff, the usual Summary: Soulmate!AU - Soulmate tattoos are incredibly rare but you’ve never felt really proud to have one. Everyone else around you gushed over it while you found the whole thing ominous and a little inconvenient. Truthfully, you were never really convinced you’d find your other half… That is until a random camping trip leads you to a quaint village run by a dark and brooding man who just so happens to be your soulmate. Stuck in the forest with nothing else to lose, you agree to join his world, his little village, and see if there’s actually love behind the markings. A/N: i have produced another chapter by some miracle.

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"This is where you’ve been living?" Druig asked, a hint of suspiciousness in his voice, as you approached your apartment building. 

"This is where I’ve lived most of my life," you replied. "Why? You don’t like it?" You weren’t sure why you asked, why you were looking for some kind of approval from him. He’d made it clear this wasn’t permanent. 

He glanced around at your surroundings, from the other buildings lining the streets to the people walking around you two. "It’s safe, yes?"

You also took a second to survey the area—something you hadn’t really done before. You just grew up around here, it was all you really knew. Questions or concerns of safety were few and far in-between. You just…lived. But you knew it was natural for Druig to consider such a thing if his secluded paradise and rough attitude was any telltale sign of his worries about everything. 

"Besides the alien attacks and the world almost ending, yeah, I think the city is safe," you answered, trying to keep your tone light.

Druig sighed. "That’s not what I meant."

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "Are you just looking for a reason for us to leave? You promised at least one night here. You might love it."

"One night," he said, pointedly. "That was the…compromise."

"I’m well aware that what we did was called compromising," you laughed, "but that seems to be a big new word for you."

Druig frowned. "I compromised all the time when we lived in the village."

"I’d argue not as willingly." You smirked and bridged a bit of space between you two. His face was hard to read, which wasn’t surprising, but you could sense his worries almost clear as day. The push and pull of soulmate bonds never failed to catch you by surprise. 

"Well, as I said at the diner," Druig muttered, "I have a fresh perspective on time."

"Then we shouldn’t waste it out here, should we?" 

Druig let out a defeated sigh. "It’s your parents I am meeting, yes?"

You nodded. "My ex was around not too long ago if you’d prefer to meet him."

Druig visibly flinched at your words and although you were just teasing him, you regretted it instantly. The joke seriously did not land and it was evident by the sudden moodiness. 

"Druig, I’m—,"

"He was here? In your apartment?"

"Yes," you replied, "he was in my kitchen. We talked for a bit. He was just a loose end to tie up, do you understand?"

"He was only in your kitchen?"

"Of course," you answered him immediately, trying to keep your cool. 

"Did your parents like him?" 

Your frustration was boiling as you considered the interrogation Druig was putting you through. If you hadn’t detected his hurt you might’ve thought he was just stalling. Either way, you didn’t want to stand out on the street all night discussing the past you had tossed away. 

You avoided his question as you unlocked the door to the apartment lobby and marched your way inside, heading straight for the elevators. 

"Hang on—,"

"Yes," you snapped. "Yes, my parents liked my ex-boyfriend. They practically adored him. I don’t know what to tell you, I don’t know what you want to hear, but they liked him very much, okay?"

You fought to catch your breath as you stared back at your soulmate. The bubble in you had accidentally popped but at least you got it out here and not in front of your parents. They had little say in the matter but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want their approval. There was no doubt in your mind they mourned what you had lost and were gravely skeptical of your future standing beside you but this was reality now. This was all that had been building up ever since you found your way into that Amazonian village. 

"Thank you for being honest," Druig muttered. You didn’t respond as the elevator arrived and you entered, wasting no time aggressively pressing the button to your apartment floor. 

The tedious ride in the elevator was silent. You and Druig stood a respectable amount of space apart. Not only had you felt bad for snapping, but you didn’t exactly want to face your family holding the hand of your soulmate. The situation was already delicate enough. Despite it being your idea, your nerves didn’t exactly vanish. 

The dinging of the elevator signaling your arrival felt like a final nail in the coffin.

After exiting the lift but before approaching the dreaded apartment door, Druig stopped. You turned to him, confused. 

"When I first asked you about your family you said they were good people. Do you still believe that?"

Your shoulders sagged in some sort of defeat. "Of course, but our situation is difficult for everyone. They just want what’s best for me. Like any parent would."

"Are they soulmates?" He asked. You shook your head. 

"No one else in my family was born with a soulmate mark."

Druig hmm’d and you fought back the urge to roll your eyes.

"Besides," you continued, "even if they were, I can guarantee they still wouldn’t understand. There will never, ever be anything in the world that mimics our journey."

"Lucky us," he said in a cool, indifferent tone. Was the shimmering newness finally fading for him? You gave a sympathetic smile before turning back to the apartment. 

The apartment was quiet when you entered it. Druig kept fairly close to you and you almost wanted to laugh at how familiar his nervousness felt. It was like the roles in the village has been reversed. 

"Shoes off please," you said and motioned toward the shoe rack by the door. You kicked off yours and waited. Druig gave you a questionable look as if to gauge if you were serious or not but you didn’t budge. 

"Sweetie?" Your mother called from further into the apartment. That made Druig tense up even more. You had seriously misjudged how difficult this might be for either of you but no turning back now. Sink or swim.

"Yeah, mom, it’s me," you called back as you slowly made your way into the apartment, "Sorry, took longer than expected but there’s someone I want you to meet." You rounded the corner and found your mother in the living room on her computer typing away. You didn’t see your father but you weren’t exactly pressed about that. One parent was easier to handle than two, especially at a time like this.

"Someone to meet?" She looked up from her computer. "Who…" The fading of her words told you the exact moment Druig had stepped into the room.

"This, um, this is—,"

"It’s him, yes?" Your mother asked like she had been eager for the words to roll off her tongue. "That man. Your… Your soulmate." 

You looked over at Druig who wore a stern but unreadable expression. He stood with his arms behind his back like he was waiting for something. You hadn’t expected him to be warm in the slightest but this was almost annoying. You sighed and nodded. "You wanted to meet him, right? Well, Druig meet my mother. Mother, this is my soulmate."

A silence that was not surprising but also certainly wasn’t welcomed fell over the living room. Both parties judged each other and, likewise, you judged both parties for not just proceeding with the faux politeness typically required in such situations. 

You counted every second until your mother finally broke and said, "It’s nice to finally meet you."

Druig had little reaction. "You as well."

You cleared your throat as you waded through the overly thick tension you certainly hadn’t prepped for. "He’s staying the night."

Your mother’s eyes widened. "So that’s it? You just waltz in here with him and declare he’s spending the night. Do you even know where he vanished off to?"

You were growing more and more irritated as the second passed. You knew Druig could sense it because a ghostly touch skimmed your back.

"We had a fine conversation not too long ago," you replied in the most leveled tone you could manage. "Where’s dad?"

"He had to run to his office." Your mother sighed. "I fear he’s not going to love this, honey."

You shook your head. "I can’t do anything about that but what I can ask is that you two just try to be happy for me, just this once. Your only daughter, the only child you have who was cursed or maybe blessed with a soulmate tattoo, found her match. She found the person who is going to love her, care for her, hold her, be there for her. Can’t we think about that for one second? I get it, I spent so much time being caught up in the technicalities of it all I forgot what this relationship means. But we can’t afford to do that anymore, okay? It’s not perfect and yes, we have a lot to work out, but I can’t fix it all right now. I can’t give you the answers to everything."

You felt mighty high on your soapbox but you also frankly didn’t care if you looked all preachy or high and mighty. To say you were at the end of your rope would be an understatement. And you had been there a long time. Druig’s touch got firmer. 

"I… Alright. Fair enough." Your mother cleared her throat. "Will you two be joining us for dinner?"

You glanced at Druig who wasn’t looking at you and instead had become very fascinated with some knick-knacks your mother had on display on an end table. 

"Sure, sounds good," you replied and grabbed your soulmate’s hand, not saying another word as you led him back to your bedroom, a fine place to stay cooped up for the time being.

The second you crossed the threshold, you saw Druig become quite fascinated with your room. He dropped your hand as he wandered around looking at your poster, photos, memorabilia, and much more. He took in your furniture as well—for as little as there was of it. 

It was like he was trying to memorize every detail. You shut your door gently and watched your soulmate intertwine with your world. This must’ve been what it was like for him seeing you in the village—or at least very close to the feeling. It was a weird mixture of pride and curiousness. You wanted to know what he was thinking exactly, what his feelings were, but you couldn’t sense much from him. You did, however, have an odd sense of feeling territorial. 

"It’s nice," Druig eventually said. "Small, but nice."

You smirked. "Well, we can’t all own villages."

"I guess not," he replied but his voice wavered like he wasn’t fully here. "Did you mean all that? That big monologue you gave to your mother about us?"

You sighed as you crossed your room and took a seat on the edge of your bed. Druig stayed standing, directly in front of your gaze.

"I’m sure you already know the answer to that," you said.

Druig let out a light laugh and stepped just a few feet closer to you. "You know I’m never sure about anything when it comes to you and your complex feelings. I fear I’ll never be." You suddenly wished he would just close the distance between you two. But you weren’t sure where those thoughts were coming from. 

"Of course I meant it," you muttered in reply. "Neither of us have ever been perfect in this relationship but I’ve rarely felt any malice in your actions. You can be a bit questionable in your approaches to things but you’ve shown me I’m important. You’ve treated me unlike anyone has ever treated me before. You’ve bent and sacrificed and I… I want to give you at least a piece of myself in that way before it’s over. And let’s be real, it will be over someday, but I’ve spent so much time fighting it just because you didn’t fit the mold I had created in my head. I probably let the forums poison me but if there’s one thing it’s taught me, it’s that we are uniquely spectacular."

It took all your strength to not look away from him as you spoke. You accomplished it, but holding his intense gaze felt like a whole new challenge as you waited for a response. 

But you eventually got one — and not in the way you had anticipated. No, Druig didn’t deal in words this time. Instead, in what felt like one grand motion, his lips were on yours and you were pinned to your childhood bed. 

You couldn’t believe you two were here, completely with one another, in your world, in your space. The room you had spent hours thinking about your soulmate in now held your soulmate. It gave you a space for you two to be, fully engaged. Within and all around. 

Magic felt like such a dull word compared to what you felt but you grasped onto the winds of it all and let him take you where he wanted. 

[brittle-doughie]

Beast Stars (The Five Virtues/Beasts)

[Compassion/Scorn AU]

Platinum Salt Cookie: *hands Y/N a flower*

You: “It’s pretty, I love it, dear friend!”

You kiss their helmet where their cheek is located. You can’t see it, but Platinum Salt is blushing under the helmet.

Blueberry Milk Cookie: “Oh, Y/N Cookie! Look what I got for you!”

Blueberry Milk Cookie got you a whole bouquet of flowers that he hands you with suppressed giddiness!

You: “O-Oh! These are very lovely too, Blueberry Milk! Thank you!”

You kissed his cheek too which makes Blueberry smile widely. Platinum Salt didn’t appreciate being upstaged as a figurative fire ignited around them as they glared down Blueberry Milk.

Pure Sugar Cookie then abruptly showed up with a mountain of flowers.

Pure Sugar Cookie: “Even then, this wouldn’t be enough to show how much I cherish you, Y/N Cookie!”

You: “Oh my…..”

Pure Sugar Cookie: “Gimme kiss. Preferably on the lips!”

Platinum Salt had an anger tick on their helmet.

Blueberry Milk Cookie: “Showoff!”

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You: “I miss having cookies around…”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Oh? Has the almighty, yet cranky Y/N Cookie learn to love again? In that case…”

You: “I miss reducing them to crumbs for having the nerve to fall for me.”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Oh…can you still do that to me though?”

Mystic Flour Cookie: “Shut your freaky ass up, Shadow Milk Cookie.”

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Crimson Spice Cookie: “Why has Y/N Cookie been locked up in their room?”

Ethereal Flour Cookie: “They accidentally stepped on a Jelly Bee. It flew away just fine, but Y/N Cookie is in despair over it.”

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You hand gifts to Silent Salt Cookie and Eternal Sugar Cookie.

Silent Salt Cookie: “…” (They made it clear that they “hated” your gift.)

You smirked as you thanked them for “hating” it. Now it was Eternal Sugar’s turn-

Eternal Sugar Cookie: “I love it-“

Eternal Sugar Cookie was immediately yeeted into the stratosphere.

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You: “What do you got in your book there, Blueberry Milk Cookie?”

Blueberry Milk Cookie: “Only the finest knowledge that spans across all of Earthbread! I like to read it in my past times when I’m done with my duties for today!”

You: “You must be pretty smart with the knowledge of the land in your hands!”

Blueberry Milk Cookie: “Yes, of course! I am the Virtue of Knowledge after all, let me show you a page of my book-“

Photos of you slip out of random pages from his book after he accidentally opened it a little too loosely. Some looked like they were peppered in what looked like coral blue #2 semiglass lipstick!

You: “Very knowledgeable of Earthbread indeed, my friend. Perhaps a little too much information?”

Blueberry Milk Cookie: “These are necessary for my pursuit of knowledge, I swear!”