#might have to redo this on paper later

[charlie-dowds-migraine]

Isn't he just glowing ♡(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[phantomwithbreakfast]

~ Scarred For Half A Life ~

DP Phan Fic.

[“You want to see a danger? You should see me in a crown.”]

So uh—this is a scene I have in mind for my story. Because of the song, yes!

I mean, I already wrote it down, to add later on into the story! And I was really enthusiastic about it, so I drew Danny with a crown. An ugly crown (because it’s made out of paper). [sketch lurking at the bottom]

If you want you can read and follow it! But—BEWARE!

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Genre: Angst / Hurt And Comfort (and a little Horror)

AU — OOC

Trigger Warning: Emotional Distress — Violence — Graphic Content

Rating: M

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Summary:

Danny had been captured by the GiW once again, or so he thinks. Leaving him feeling utterly helpless—vulnerable. There was nothing he could do. What will happen to him? And why again? (Summary might change as the story goes on)

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So, this is a piece of that potential chapter:

“Wait! Don’t move. I want to take a picture!” Jazz exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement as she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.

Danny groaned, rolling his eyes. “Seriously? A picture? What are you, my dad?”

Jazz ignored his protest, already angling the camera toward him. “Come on, Danny, it’s your birthday. Let me have this.”

He sighed, slouching slightly. “Fine, but make it quick. And don’t expect me to smile like an idiot.”

Jazz smirked. “Oh, don’t worry. You’re already an idiot. The crown just completes the look.”

Danny couldn’t help the small grin tugging at his lips as she snapped the photo, capturing him sitting there with the gold paper crown tilted slightly on his head, a mixture of amusement and irritation in his glowing green eyes.

“There,” Jazz said triumphantly, glancing at the picture on her phone. “Perfect. I’m definitely keeping this one.”

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And a piece of the scene with the song in my head that plays in the background:

“Phantom,” she said icily, her voice like a blade. “You’re not my son. You’re a danger. I was merciful letting you stay this long.”

That was it. That was the final crack that shattered the fragile restraint Danny had been holding onto. His aura flared violently, glowing with an intense, cold light that filled the room, making the shadows dance erratically on the walls.

“You wanna see a danger?” Danny growled, his voice dropping into something almost inhuman, vibrating with power as his feet lifted off the ground. His white hair swirled beneath the gold paper crown, caught in an invisible wind as the room seemed to grow colder by the second.

Danny’s arms hung by his sides, his fists clenching tightly. A brilliant green energy began to materialize, steam curling off his fingers like fire, licking up his forearms in tendrils of raw power.

“You should see me in a crown.”

A burst of cold ectoplasmic energy erupted from Danny’s palms, shooting straight toward Maddie with icy precision. She dove to the side, flipping the table over in one swift motion to shield herself. Plates shattered, the pancakes splattered across the walls, and the dining room filled with a deafening roar of energy.

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As for my own commentary about my DP drawing…

I hate drawing hands, and I don’t like to draw shoes. Maybe because I just can’t!! I’m not good at drawing mouths either, or I was just having a bad day at drawing. And we are definitely not going to talk about the nose. I have zero idea what went wrong with coloring/painting, and I couldn’t fix it at that moment. Maybe I was hurrying it, don’t care. I wanted it out of my head! And I really wanted to share this, because I like it for once, something of my own. As for the style, still searching my own, trying things out, so at the moment, I have no idea what I’m doing. Might redo it later.

[wobuffetbreakfast]

obm headcanons cuz why not

tags: pure family fluff! sibling shenanigans

when lucifer first brought a car in the devildom , despite their ages , levi and mammon would fight each other on who sits next to the drivers seat when lucifer drives. the rest of em would just get tucked in the backseat . more often than not , belphie usually ends up sprawled across everyone and sleeps there .

if beel (imagine human age 7-8 yrs) ever comes up with a school assignment which was due tomorrow , you bet it was mammon rushing out to buy supplies and burning the midnight oil while beel just sits on the countertop while mammon furiously writes and draws . bonus beel eating oreos and feeding mammon some while he is knee deep in papers and crayons.

levi's day to day wear is one fashion crime away from asmo taking him to majolish and redoing his whole wardrobe

speaking of which , when levi first started anime and cosplaying asmo used to help him out with make up and stuff , this is probably the reason why asmo became so good at makeup .

speaking of fashion sense , asmo is the first on the chart , mammon the second cuz he does modeling gigs at times , and third is lucifer . it is due to these three's combined efforts that the house of lamentation manages to look presentable at most of the times.

asmo tried to convince satan to wear both the sleeves of his jacket but to no avail.

during beel's fangol matches , you can see all seven of them at the bleachers sporting all the jerseys with beels number on it , with tiny flags and face paints . lucifer won't admit it , but he cheers the loudest during every climax of the match.

after the matches , its a family routine for them to head to hells kitchen for an unorthodox dinner having cheeseburgers and milkshakes .

belphie lost his aux cord privileges at the car due to his playlist solely being emo kid music and the devildom equivalent of mcr .

one time , diavolo convinced mammon to sneak him out of the castle for a night out because he wanted to see might life at devildom instead of being stuck back there . they were found later at 6 am at a motel , hungover due to cinnamon rolls , empty pizza cartons and cans of soda . it was barbatos and lucifer who found them and thankfully the issue didn't get much publicity . diavolo and mammon have become more sneakier in getting out , the duo that you didn't expect but now you have seen it , it can't be ignored .

levi has an online friend who likes sebastian from black butler a lot , both of them are practically best friends . but levi doesn't know his online bestie is barbatos who secretly manages a pinterest , tumblr and ao3 account in his free time . pinterest is where he gets his crochet ideas.

one time luke fell asleep at one of diavolo's formal galas , and it was beel who carried him like a baby back to purgatory hall .its said that luke unknowingly snuggled up to beel but he denies it .

when lucifer was an angel , simeon and him were really close . simeon notes the fact that when lucifer was first introduced to his baby brother mammon , he cried a bit at the thought of him growing up .

sometimes when belphie can't sleep , he goes to levi's room as most of the time , levi is busy playing with his console and belphie just ends up sleeping in his bathtub .

satan used to love it when mammon used to read him bedtime stories when he was younger . him and asmo used to share a bed and it was their favorite part of their bedtime routine .

[bettelaboure]

Can we have a fic of g dragon x reader showering together? (Fluff with a hint of spice maybe 👀) I absolutely love flirty g dragon especially how you wrote him in your recent fic and GODDAMN IM HOOKED-

⊹ After hours ⊹ | Kwon Ji-yong

⊹ Pairing: Kwon Ji-yong x Reader ⊹ Warnings: explicit language, sexual content, mutual teasing ⊹ Summary: after a long, exhausting day at work, all you crave is the comfort of Ji-yong’s presence. But when he sends you a teasing picture from dance practice, the heat between you builds, leading to an intimate reunion that neither of you can resist. ⊹ Authors note: It might be more spicy than fluff, but I hope you'll like it 🤍

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The tension in your body lingers even as you step out of the office, muscles tight with the weight of the day. Your job as a marketing analyst had drained you, endless reports, back-to-back meetings, and last-minute client demands leaving you mentally exhausted. You had barely touched your lunch, your only break being a few stolen moments to check your phone between tasks.

The office buzzed with its usual chaos—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, muffled voices discussing deadlines. Your coworker, Mina, peeked over the divider between your desks and smirked.

“Long day?” she asked, sipping her coffee.

“You have no idea,” you sighed, rubbing your temples.

“You’ve been smiling at your phone a lot. Ji-yong again?”

You nodded, unable to hide your grin.

“Must be nice having a sexy boyfriend who can dance,” she teased. “Is he finally taking you to one of his rehearsals?”

You rolled your eyes. “He’s always busy, and when he’s not, he’s too tired to do anything except sleep.”

Mina waggled her eyebrows. “I doubt that’s all he does when he’s with you.”

Heat crawled up your neck. “Mina!”

She laughed and leaned back in her chair. “I’m just saying, if I had a man like that, I wouldn’t let him out of bed.”

You swatted at her with a paper folder, shaking your head as your phone buzzed again.

11:47 AM Ji-yong: "Don’t forget to eat, baby. I know how you get when you’re busy."

12:02 PM You: "I’ll try. You too, okay? How’s practice?"

12:15 PM Ji-yong: "Exhausting. The choreographer is making us run the choreo until we drop. But I’d rather be dropping into bed with you."

You had smiled at that, cheeks warming despite your tiredness.

Later that afternoon, you had stepped into the break room for a coffee refill when Mina was gossiping with another coworker, Jisoo.

“You wouldn’t believe it,” Jisoo said. “That client from yesterday? Total nightmare. Had us redoing the entire campaign visuals. I swear I almost quit.”

Mina groaned. “This is why I stick to the research department.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you poured coffee into your mug. “I think we all deserve raises after this week.”

Jisoo smirked. “Or at least a boyfriend who spoils us.”

Mina nudged you playfully. “Lucky girl over here already has one.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your amusement.

At the same time, Ji-yong was pushing through his own day, spending long hours at the dance studio. His bandmates teased him relentlessly every time they caught him checking his phone.

“Man, Ji-yong’s whipped,” Seung-Hyun joked, throwing a towel at him. “She’s got you acting soft.”

Ji-yong just smirked. “You’re just jealous.”

“Maybe,” Seung-Hyun admitted. “If I had someone blowing up my phone like that, I’d be smiling too.”

His phone buzzed again.

3:37 PM You: "How’s my favorite dancer doing?"

3:45 PM Ji-yong: "Sweaty. Sore. Thinking about you sitting at your desk, all proper and serious. Wish I could mess you up a little."

That message had made your thighs press together, a tiny thrill coursing through you.

By the time you shut down your computer for the day, another message had come in.

6:28 PM Ji-yong: "I’ll be home late. Try not to miss me too much.*"

Attached was a picture of him in the dance studio, sweat-slicked skin glowing under dim lighting, shirt off, toned abs and lean muscles fully on display. His sweatpants hung low, teasingly so, the band of his briefs peeking out. He knew exactly what he was doing. The smirk on his lips was undeniable, cocky, sinful.

The entire drive home, your mind wandered where it shouldn’t. You imagined what it would be like to have him right there, to take him against the studio mirrors, his breath hot in your ear, his hands greedy on your hips. You squeezed your thighs together at the thought, feeling heat coil deep in your stomach.

By the time you made it home, the apartment was quiet, still. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind only he could stir inside you. You discarded your bag, toeing off your shoes before heading straight for the bathroom, desperate to shake off the day and—hopefully—the ache that had settled between your legs.

Steam curled around you as you stepped into the shower, hot water cascading over your skin, easing some of the tension in your shoulders. But it wasn’t enough. Not when the image of Ji-yong, sweat-drenched and breathless, still played in your mind. Your fingers twitched at your sides before you reached for the showerhead, biting your lip as you adjusted the water pressure.

Heat bloomed across your skin as the water pulsed against you, each wave of pleasure making you shudder. Your head fell back against the tiled wall, breath quickening, soft whimpers lost beneath the sound of rushing water. Your free hand trailed down your stomach, teasing your own skin, your body already responding to the fantasy playing out in your head.

You imagined his hands on you instead, strong fingers gripping your hips, his lips tracing fire along your neck. Your thighs trembled as you moved the water in slow, deliberate circles, your breath catching in your throat.

You didn’t hear the door creak open. Didn’t hear the shuffle of footsteps. But you felt the shift in the air, the unmistakable presence of someone watching.

“Enjoying yourself, baby?”

Your eyes shot open, heart leaping to your throat. Ji-yong stood there, leaning against the doorframe, still dressed in his sweats and hoodie, hood pulled back to reveal tousled hair and a knowing smirk. His gaze roamed over your bare, dripping form, dark eyes filled with something dangerous, something that made your stomach clench.

“J-Ji-yong—” You scrambled to turn the showerhead away, to cover yourself, but he was already stepping inside, fully clothed, uncaring of the water soaking into his clothes.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. “I like watching you fall apart.”

Your skin burned under his gaze, embarrassment and arousal tangling together. “I-I wasn’t—”

“You weren’t?” He tilted his head, a teasing lilt in his voice. “Didn’t look like that to me.” His fingers traced along your jaw, tilting your face up. “Were you thinking about me?”

Your lips parted, but the words caught in your throat. He chuckled, low and knowing. “You were, weren’t you? Thinking about me while you touched yourself?”

Your breath hitched. His hand slid down, ghosting over your collarbone, your chest, before resting on your waist, pulling you against his soaked clothes.

“You’re trembling,” he whispered, lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Are you that needy for me, baby?”

A soft whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it. His grip tightened.

“Tell me.”

You swallowed hard. “Y-Yes.”

His lips crashed against yours, demanding, searing. The taste of him—sweat, mint, something inherently Ji-yong—flooded your senses. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, coaxing them apart, deepening the kiss until you were gasping against him.

His hands roamed lower, gripping your hips before sliding around to cup your ass, pulling you flush against him. The hard press of his arousal against your stomach sent a fresh wave of heat through you. His fingers trailed lower, teasing the sensitive skin between your thighs. He exhaled a soft curse, lips brushing over your jaw.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured, fingertips tracing along your inner thigh before pressing against you in a slow, torturous rhythm. Your breath hitched, your hands gripping his shoulders, unsure if you wanted to pull him closer or steady yourself.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered, voice thick with hunger. His fingers moved in teasing circles, coaxing pleasure from you in slow, deliberate strokes, his other hand steadying your trembling body against the slick tiles. Every touch sent sparks of heat through you, drawing out gasps and desperate little whimpers that only seemed to fuel him more.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His voice was a husky rasp against your ear, each word accompanied by a deliberate movement that left you arching into him, chasing the pleasure only he could give.

The shower wasn’t where it ended.

He carried you out, water still dripping from both of you, but neither of you cared. He laid you down on the bed, taking his time, exploring every inch of you with lips and tongue, drawing out every sound, every shuddering breath. His hands were both rough and gentle, teasing and possessive, pushing you to the edge only to pull you back, drawing out your pleasure until you were a trembling mess beneath him.

When he finally pushed into you, the sensation was overwhelming—deep, slow, intense. His fingers laced with yours, pinning them above your head, his breath coming in uneven gasps as he set an agonizing rhythm that sent you spiraling.

Every thrust, every whispered word unraveled you further, pulling you closer to the edge. The way he moved, the way he worshiped your body, left you utterly undone beneath him.

When release finally crashed over you, it was with a shattering force, leaving you breathless, trembling in his arms. He followed moments after, a deep groan spilling from his lips as he buried his face in your neck, holding you close.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, bodies tangled, breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath. Then, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his voice hoarse but tender.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, running his fingers through your damp hair. “And I’m never letting you forget that.”

And as you curled into him, exhaustion pulling at your limbs, you knew that no matter how long the day had been, there was nowhere else you would rather be.

The next morning, you woke up to the scent of coffee and the warmth of Ji-yong’s arms still wrapped around you. He nuzzled into your neck, voice husky. “Morning, baby.”

You turned to face him, smiling sleepily. “You made coffee?”

He nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Had to make sure my girl starts her day right.”

You sighed contentedly, curling closer into him. Maybe today wouldn’t be so exhausting after all.

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Taglist: @redhoodedtoad @sherrayyyyy @mirahyun

[schlattslambo]

hot for teacher | schlatt 18+

A/n: this has truly been burning my brain. reader is female presenting. I will work on some more gender neutral stuff in the future I promise!! Please enjoy<3

C/w: spanking, name calling (slut), power dynamic (teacher x student), spitting, use of daddy towards the end

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Why you decided to go back to college to get another degree, you have no idea. All you know is that this class is boring as hell and you aren’t sure why it’s even needed for your degree. The only upside was the fact that it was your first class of the day so you could get it over with. Plus the professor was kind of hot too.

It’s a warm day today, way warmer than it should be for this time of year, so you decide to show a little skin to your writing class. Your skirt is just long enough to cover your ass, and your shirt is low cut and cropped. Honestly, it’s like you’re not even wearing a shirt at all.

You walk into the classroom, plopping down in the back like you usually do.

“Ms (y/n),” Your professor says from the front of the room. “Come and see me please.”

You roll your eyes. Mr Schlatt might be hot, but he was strict. He didn’t allow gum chewing, eating or drinking - except water, of course- and locked his classroom 5 minutes after it was meant to start so nobody who was late could get in. He constantly got under your skin about your writing and your formatting, and was seeming to start early with his criticisms of you today.

“Yes, Mr Schlatt?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“Did you leave the rest of your clothes at home?” Mr Schlatt asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No, stupid, this is it.” You scoff.

Mr Schlatt could take a lot, but seeing you like that, acting all defiant and shit pissed him off. He wanted to knock you down a peg or two. His jaw works as he glares at you.

“What do you want?” You ask.

“I wanted to see you because your last essay was all over the place.” Mr Schlatt says. “It had a good foundation, but it could use some work.”

“Did I fail the assignment, or what?” You snap. “I worked hard on that essay!”

“You would receive a 50, which is failing,” Mr Schlatt pauses. “This essay is a large part of your grade, and your grade is already low enough as it is.”

“What??” You yelp. “How could I fail?! This is ridiculous!”

“I want you to redo the essay.” Mr Schlatt adds, reaching into his desk and pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to you. “This is an essay template. I’d like for you to come in during any free time that you have and work on it with me.”

You glare at him. “I’m not redoing that fucking essay.” You growl.

Mr Schlatt’s eyes darken in a way that you’ve never seen before. He takes off his glasses and places them down gently before his eyes go back to you. Your eyes widen slightly at how scary he looks.

“First off, you do not speak to me like that.” Mr Schlatt says. “Second, you will be redoing this essay. It is not a full rewrite, it is just a large edit. If you do not do this, you will receive a zero for it. And that zero would make you fail the class and you will not graduate. Am I clear?”

Your eyes widen. Surely he’s joking. This is college for fucks sake! He can’t have this power over you. Especially over some essay.

“You can’t do that!” You yell.

“I can and I will,” Mr Schlatt says. “Now, from what I’ve learned over the course of the semester is that you typically have some free time around 1pm. I’d like you to come back here at 1 so we can go over this work.”

With that, Mr Schlatt dismisses you. You stomp over to your seat and plop down, taking out your phone. You barely work in the class out of defiance, but catch Mr Schlatt glancing at you. You glare at him and he just shakes his head, leaning over to help another student.

Two classes later, you figure it’s best to just go back to Mr Schlatt’s classroom. You need to graduate. You hate college and want to get out as fast as possible. You barge into the room, making Mr Schlatt look up at you. He heaves a sigh.

You have to be Mr Schlatt’s least favorite student, but he cannot stop thinking about how you need to be put in your place. You are a student, and he is a professor. He deserves respect, and you’re going to give him that respect one way or another.

“Glad to see that you came back,” Mr Schlatt says.

It’s the end of his day and his tie is loosened, his sleeves are rolled up, and his hair is messy. You sit in the seat across from his desk and look at him while he finishes scribbling something down. Turning the paper over, he looks at you.

“Let’s get this over with.” You sigh.

The first few minutes of the edit are simple enough. You sigh and try and add in the notes that Mr Schlatt left for you.

“This is stupid,” You grumble. “Why can’t you just pass me?”

“I want you out of my class just as much as you want to get out of it,” Mr Schlatt says. “But I can’t just pass you because you want to leave. You have to earn that right.”

You sit quietly for a moment, then a smirk breaks out on your face.

“Is there any other way that you could pass me?” You ask, twirling some hair around your finger.

Mr Schlatt’s eyes narrow. “No,” He grits. “Now finish writing.”

Thankfully for him, you don’t notice Mr Schlatt’s pants becoming tighter at the crotch. You’re pushing his limits and if you don’t stop soon, you’re going to be pushed into his office’s supply closet and taught a lesson.

“You’re too hot to be this rude,” You grumble.

“You’re too old to be this defiant.” Mr Schlatt snaps back. “You have two seconds to continue this last paragraph or I’m kicking you out and you can fail the class.”

You look up at him and smirk. “Make me.”

The band holding Mr Schlatt back snaps and he stands up, slamming his palms on the wooden desk.

“Get into my office,” He growls. “Now.”

You jump at the loud noise as your eyes widen. You stare up at Mr Schlatt dumbfounded.

“Did I stutter?” He asks. “Get up and get into my office.”

You stand up so quickly that the chair that you were sitting in nearly falls over. Mr Schlatt leads you into his office and closes the door, locking it. You’re speechless, but the slowly growing puddle in your panties speaks volumes.

With two long strides, Mr Schlatt is inches from your face. He’s so close that you can smell the whiskey that he puts in his coffee to deal with students like you. Your knees nearly give out but you lean against the wall.

“You’ve been pushing me and pushing me (y/n).” Mr Schlatt breathes. “I’m so close to losing control.”

You smile softly. “Then lose control.” You reply.

“You sure about that, dollface?” Mr Schlatt smirks. “I don’t think you’ll be able to handle it.”

“Try me.” You reply.

In a swift motion, you’re grabbed and bent over the wooden desk in Mr Schlatt’s office. He kicks your ankles apart and presses his crotch against your ass, yanking your hair back. You gasp and bite your lip.

“Now, (y/n),” Mr Schlatt breathes. “This is your last chance to back out.”

“No way.” You sigh.

“Stubborn little slut,” Mr Schlatt grumbles, landing a harsh smack on your ass. “Now be fuckin’ quiet. Can’t have anyone hearing what a slut you are.”

Before you can respond, Mr Schlatt’s thick fingers find their way between your legs and to your swollen clit. Your knees finally give out, but thankfully you’re lying on the desk.

“Oh fuck,” you whine.

“You’re already so wet,” Mr Schlatt smirks. “Is this from being a defiant brat?”

You can’t help but nod as he presses against the nub, pleasure shooting through you. You yelp as your shorts and panties are ripped down, exposing your ass.

“I think you need an attitude adjustment, don’t you?” Mr Schlatt leans down, his breath hot against your ear.

You watch as he grabs a ruler off of the desk and you squirm against him.

“No!” You manage. “I don’t need an attitude adjustment!”

Mr Schlatt ignores you and pins your hands behind your back. Your eyes screw shut and you whimper softly. The defiance is gone and your clit throbs as you wait for the ruler to smack your ass.

“Count ‘em for me, slut.” Mr Schlatt says before the ruler comes down on your ass with a harsh slap.

“Fuck!” You yelp. “One.”

Smack.

Smack.

SMACK.

The ruler snaps as tears begin to fall. Mr Schlatt tosses the other piece of the ruler to the side before rubbing a soothing hand on your ass.

“Now, have you learned your lesson?” Mr Schlatt asks, releasing your wrists.

“Mhm.” You sniffle.

“Atta girl.” Mr Schlatt praises. “Now since you took that so well, turn over.”

He helps you turn onto your back and as soon as you’re facing him, he kneels.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Rewarding you, the fuck’s it look like I’m doing?” Mr Schlatt asks, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

His facial hair tickles slightly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. The closer his kisses get to your center, the more desperate you get. You’re nearly dripping on the desk now and can barely take anymore. So, you grip Mr Schlatt’s hair and tug, shoving his face into your cunt. He grunts in surprise but then starts licking.

He switches from soft featherlike licks to harsh sucking. You look down at the man between your legs, and he’s flushed, eating you out like it’s his last goddamn meal. He’s slurping up your juices and the way his eyes are closed and his arms are wrapped around your thighs bring you closer.

“F-fuck, Mr Schlatt…” You moan. “You feel so good.”

Mr Schlatt looks up at you and his pupils are blown. His normal chocolate brown eyes are nearly black as he pulls away from your pussy, a string of juices and saliva connecting the two of you.

“Daddy.” He rasps.

“Huh?”

“Call me Daddy.”

You smile down and grip his hair, shoving his face back where you need it most. The action makes his cock twitch in his pants and precum dot at his tip. A harsh suck on your clit makes you arch your back.

“Daddy, fuck!” You mewl. “Keep doing that.”

Mr Schlatt groans against you, reaching up and probing your wet hole with his thick finger. He slides it in effortlessly and is quick to find the spot that makes your vision blur.

Your thighs clench on his head as you feel the tightness in your stomach. The grip that you have on his hair is like iron as you grind your hips. Your orgasm hits you like a truck, your hole squeezing Mr Schlatt’s finger like a vice. He allows you to ride it out, the noises you’re making only driving him closer to his own orgasm.

With one minor leg adjustment, Mr Schlatt’s cock brushes against his zipper just right and he cums. He groans against you, hips thrusting into nothing. He’s sure he looks pathetic, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He’s got his hottest student’s pussy in his mouth right now.

He pulls back once you’re done and stands up. You gasp as he grips your jaw with a smile.

“Open.” He orders.

You allow your jaw to go slack and Mr Schlatt allows a big glob of spit to land in your mouth. You swallow, tasting yourself.

“Good girl.” Mr Schlatt praises, patting your cheek.

“Am I gonna pass?” You ask, looking up at him through your lashes.

“We might have to have a few more meetings to go over things, but I think you’ll manage a passing grade.”

You leave Mr Schlatt’s office that afternoon and walk off, your clit still throbbing. You’re sure the next few meetings aren’t going to be nearly as boring as you thought they would be.

[phanta-soba]

Character / F/o pin tutorial

Someone asked me how I made the pins when I originally posted that I was making pins earlier, so I decided to made an in depth tutorial.

First things first, supplies!

You will need:

Paper (and a printer, unless you want to draw it out yourself)

Scissors

Glue (I use a gluestick because it's what I have on hand, but if you use something like school glue you might have to be careful not to saturate the paper with it)

Pins (the ones in the picture are some I've already painted, which will be explained in the prep step)

Paint (color doesn't actually matter much, but know that theres a chance it will alter the tint of the pins)

Some kind of sealant (I use acrylic sealer because that's what I have on hand, but things like mod podge and clear nail polish work too) bonus points if it's glossy ✨️

Step one: Prep!

Print out/draw the designs you want on the pins. Here, I have my sweet dork of a f/o, Deidara.

This is also the stage where you'll paint your pins, because if they have designs on them already (like mine did) it can show through during the sealant step. That's what happened to me on my first attempt (I ended up having to redo them all, which worked out because now I'm making this tutorial <3) I used black paint, which gave them a darker undertone after spraying the sealer on them.

Step two: Cutting and Gluing!

When cutting, it's a good idea to leave some excess and trim it off later (if the pin is too big for the design, you can fill in the white edges with a local color to bridge the gap)

Now for gluing, slather some glue on the back of the picture and line it up with the pin to the best of your ability.

Now you can trim the edges, but still keep a bit of excess so you can fold it over the edge of the pin. I do this by smoothing outward from the center of the picture, and then around the edge.

Now you're nearly done! Give your character / f/o a smooch for getting this far 😘

Step three: Sealing!

For this final step, you just need to take your sealant and apply it to the top of the pins. You can also use this time to make sure that the extra edge (that was folded down) is glued down securely. I skipped this part because these pins are going into my ita bag, but I recommend you do this if they’re going to be in a less protected spot.

I did not heed the instructions on my sealer and accidentally sprayed way too much at once. My poor boy 😭 (it's not too terrible at least, and should be better when it's dry)

And that's all, folks! Have fun with your new knowledge and stay creative!

Bonus:

My ita bag!!

(the big pins don't even fit lmao)

[shefwwaffles]

Misunderstanding ʚ ɞ

Spanish Speaking Sae x Italian Reader

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☆Written in first person in the readers POV

☆Oneshot

CW: Talking to strangers in public, mildly OOC Sae, Very little plot, might rewrite later

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Misunderstands happen all too often, especially if you're multilingual

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The hiss sound of the coffee machines fill my ears, the scent of fresh brewed coffee lingering in the air. I gaze up at the menu deciding what I want to order; barely notice the maroon haired man in front of me. My phone starts ringing, looking at the contact it’s my mother. 

“Ciao mama!” I answered her call. “Si, posso comprare il burro al supermercato. Si, ciao!”

As I put my phone back in my pocket I feel someone's gaze burning into me. I see the man in front of me staring me down. 

“Can I help you?” I ask awkwardly.

“Did you call me a donkey?”

“Huh?”

“Just now on the phone”

“What are you talking about?”

He looks at me, annoyed for some reason.

“You said burro, that means donkey. I lived in Spain for four years. I know what you were saying.” 

I’m stunned, I just blankly stare at him

“Well, what business do you have talking about donkeys at a time like this?” His tone was even more bothered now.

“Uh no, I was speaking italian first off. Second off, I was speaking to my mother; she called to ask me to get butter while I was out. Third of all, what I’m talking about isn’t your business.”

I respond a little peeved with attitude. He stares back at me blankly, not saying another word to me; he goes back to ordering his coffee. I scoff and just go back to reading the menu. After he pays for his drink, he slips the cashier a slip of paper and a hundred dollar bill. This goes unnoticed to me. Finally getting up the register, I place my order and attempt to pay.

“Oh you’re all good, the young man in front of you paid for you.”

“Uh okay…”

I give her a confused look but she just smiles. I just accept the weird yet kind gesture of the previously rude man. I go to the end and wait for my coffee. The maroon haired man was also waiting for his coffee. He definitely seemed a little odd. He wore a mask, sunglasses, and baseball cap. He’s dressed like an undercover celebrity or something. After a minute or so he grabs his coffee. I watch as he walks out, unable to look away for some reason. My name is called for my coffee yet as I grab it I notice something written on it. It was a phone number and name “Sae Itoshi.” I feel like I've heard that name before…

Deciding to look it up, I learned he's a famous soccer player. There's no way that's actually him. That's definitely someone trolling me. I’d be stupid to think it’s really him but equally as stupid to ignore the possibility entirely. I put the number in my phone and move on with my day.

*Next Day*

I find myself at this cafe often, the coffee is really good and for a reasonable price. I pondered the menu once more before standing up from the table I was studying at; maroon hair stopped me in my tracks. It was the man from the misunderstanding yesterday. The man approaches me, he hands me the same drink I had ordered yesterday and a muffin. 

“Do you not have a working phone?”

I stood there once more, flabbergasted at this guy.

“I do-” 

He cut me off before I could finish.

“Did the cashier not give you my number then?”

“She did but-”  This time I trail off, he looks at me confused.

“Was I really supposed to believe that some famous soccer player would randomly give me his number?”

“Yes.”

He just responded flatley like getting a celebrity's number was the most normal occurrence.  He sits down with me at my table. 

“I want to get to know you.”

And for the first time, Sae showed someone a smile.

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Thank you for reading! This was quick and I might redo it later but I was bored. I had this idea and thought it was cute, not sure I like how it played out but lemme know what y'all think!

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ Waffles out!

[torasplanet]

❝𝙎𝙏𝙐𝘿𝙔 𝙎𝙀𝙎𝙃.ᐟ❞

A. ARLERT + YEAGER!F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; eren made your grade in history drop 'cause he's a fat jerk! so what better way to get back at your dear brother than to fuck his best friend behind his back?

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, fluff, aftercare, riding, p in v, nerd!armin, kinda slut!reader, eren being eren, like two flashbacks, armin being a sorta good best friend, praise, petnames (baby), kinda switch!armin, childhood crush to lovers, reader having a HUGEE crush on 'minnie >o<, seduction, loverboy! armin, eren being jean's #1 h8r, round two hinted at end, college au, lingere, armin wears glasses cuz i said so >:( !!, kinda sappy, unedited might do it l8r idk, science shit cuz im a nerd, skin color not mentioned

Eren was the worst big brother ever. 

You wouldn’t have chosen to live with him if housing wasn’t so expensive and you two didn’t go to the same college because he’s annoying as shit. He always holds it against you that you’re living with him whenever you tell him to leave you alone. He was probably the worst person ever to be honest and what he had done yesterday was not helping his case one bit.

See, eren was a coffee person and not one of those regular coffee people. The ones that go insane without their dark roast.

Not so surprising when he’s a college student but he’d never been once before being enrolled so you still weren’t used to him drinking it so when he went into your room saying he forgot something in there with a mug in his hand, you didn’t think much of it and stayed in your spot on the couch watching some random Netflix show you liked, you’d watched it a thousand times but it still entertained you but not enough that you didn’t hear eren curse from your room.

When you rushed up to go inside and ask what in the fuck he did, you couldn't even speak when you saw dark brown liquid spilled all over your five-page essay that was on your desk and there was no saving these, they were completely soaked and the words were mixing because of the wetness of the paper. You cursed your professor for making you write it on paper because this could easily happen. And with Eren being as clumsy as he is, of course, he was the one to make it happen.

He didn’t even care that much either! He just said ‘Whoops, sorry.’ and left, he didn’t offer to redo it for you or anything! And because of him, your grade in history has dropped by a lot. Like a B to an F-. You didn’t even know an F- was possible!

Eren was going to pay for this one way or another, but the issue with upsetting him was that Eren didn’t care about most things in the world. You could cut his hair in his sleep and he’d just get a new haircut, you could key his car and he’d be mad but he’d probably do worse to you. You could tell Mikasa about all the embarrassing dreams he’s had about her but he’d just deny it and then punch you later.

But the one thing that would send Eren off the rails was getting with one of his friends. Eren didn’t care if you were friends with his friends but if you even thought about liking one of them, he’d shut that shit down immediately. The idea of you getting with any of his friends disgusted him and he never wanted it to happen which is why you were going to do that; not only were you going to do that but you were going to do it behind his back which would just piss him off more once he eventually found out.

Sure it was extreme but it was the only thing that would actually fuck with him and that wasn’t your fault plus he was friends with a bunch of hot people…including, Armin.

Armin Arlert. Eren’s best friend since they were little kids, you often saw him a lot in your childhood and still saw him a lot in the present and you liked that. Armin was a cutie ever since you guys were young, even with his long hair he was a cutie but now that he cut it short, he was hot. So with your choice of revenge and Armin being hot, you practically had everything laid out.

You didn’t know how Eren would find out or if you would tell him but you got the seduction and the fucking part down! That’s all you needed honestly.

Most of this was so you could get back at Eren but at the same time, some of it was because you had the tiniest crush on Armin ever since you both were little kids. Even though you’ve fucked a bunch of guys, had them sleep over, and dated a lot, your micro feelings for Armin were always resting in the back of your head coming to the surface when you were alone in your room with your hand between your thighs in your panties and a pillow pressed to your face to block your moans.

You’ve been doing that for quite a while as you’ve wanted Armin for years.

Since his junior year and your sophomore when you two landed in the same mixed gym class, he had his blonde bob and wore glasses during that time but you still wanted him. That one class when some loser let his hand slip and hit you in the face with a dodgeball; Armin was helping you to your feet with his hand accidentally cupping your ass which he, of course, apologized for but you didn’t mind. Not at all.

You wanted to tell him that so badly but of course there was Eren ruining everything after he got done yelling at that loser for hitting you. For the first time ever, eren decided to be a good big brother and not let Zeke fill that role instead and take you to the nurse when all you wanted was for Armin to take you there. You thought you’d get him to take you another way if he did but of course, Eren had to be a cock-block even when you both got back to class.

“Ah is she okay!?” Armin asked loudly as he rushed over to you and Eren as you both walked through the gymnasium doors with you holding a paper towel to your nose that was just running with blood in hopes that it wouldn’t continue its rapid flow. Eren took his arm from around your shoulders as he hummed “Yeah, she’s okay. It’s not broken or anything.” Armin let out a relieved sigh at your brother's words as he pushed his rectangle-framed glasses up while you shamelessly stared at him in his gym uniform that seemed a little too tight for him. You could see his scrawny body with little to no muscle (he’s working on it okay!) through his shirt.

Armin made eye contact with you “That’s good, thought we’d have to call Zeke to get you.” He said sweetly which made a smile appear on your face but it quickly fell at the sound of your brother’s voice “Yeah, thought I’d have to get Ymir and beat the hell out of that guy.” Ugh, he was annoying. Eren knew he couldn’t kick anyone's ass even if he had Superman’s powers and yet he was still saying he would.

Of course, Armin looked at him concerningly but said nothing and shook his head before turning to you once more “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He told you comfortingly as he embraced you into a hug with his hands resting on your lower back, you wished that they went even lower like they did before but what he whispered next into your ear really made you want that “Don’t tell Eren about earlier, ‘kay? He’d be so mad.”

He said it like he meant to put his hands on your ass which contradicted his previous apology and it riled you up and made your childhood crush really blossom and now…you had finally gotten your chance to act out all those fantasies and thoughts you had due to his words and piss Eren off at the same time. It’s like a dream come true!

So when you were getting ready to go to Armin's dorm on college campus for your study session that was hopefully going to turn into more, you made sure to put on the cutest black lace thong with a matching bra that was practically see-through, you could see the darkness of your nipples showing through the fabric before you put on your skimpy top and tight-fitting shorts.

Falsies fluttered constantly as you looked through them peering up at Armin’s dorm door waiting for him to come and open the door for you and his study session. You perked up at the sound of the door unlocking before it opened revealing the blonde already staring at you but his gaze turned confused very quickly and you knew why. 

You looked stupid, didn’t you? Here for a study session and yet there was nothing in your hands, no books, no pencil, nothing. Everything you needed was in the pockets of your shorts, your phone, and of course a condom. “Hi Armin, can I come in?” You questioned looking him up and down, he was wearing the white tee and grey sweatpants combo that almost made you drop to your knees while foaming at the mouth clawing at the waistband of his pants in the middle of this hallway.

His blue eyes drifted down to your boobs that were practically out of your shirt but quickly returned to your face that had gained a promiscuous smirk at the drifting of his gaze “Uh y-yeah, sure.” Armin stammered shaking his head seemingly to snap himself out of a trance that your body put him in. He moved out of the way and let you walk inside the dorm room that he shared with Bertholdt but clearly, the male wasn’t here which would make this all the easier for you “So what do you need help with exactly, you didn’t bring anything?” Armin asked his voice less nervous than it was before as he closed the door and leaned against it while his eyes followed your body as you sat on the edge of his neatly-done bed kicking your shoes off.

You blinked your falsies at him as you leaned back on your palms “A lot, I just thought I’d watch you y’know…do some of the work.” You replied making sure to purse your glossy lips out a bit with your words as you gazed at the blonde that was inching closer to you “I think it’s easier if I watch someone like you do it.” It wasn’t a lie, you weren’t very good at science and Armin was but you were playing it up a little bit. Like you needed him…well you did just not in the way you were telling him.

Armin nervously crept over to his desk that had his PC and everything on it which was sometimes used to play video games loudly with Eren, Connie, and Jean but its main use was for school work “What do you mean?” He asked as you stood up grabbed a chair from Bertholdt’s side of the room and sat down right next to Armin who was glancing down at your cleavage and your thighs, and who knows what he was looking at when your back was turned. You never took Armin for a perv but you weren’t hating the idea of that.

“I mean smart people, eren’s useless so he can’t help me and Mikasa never has time. She’s always with Eren in his room.” You blabber watching as Armin’s blue eyes were focused on his computer screen which was now showing the science homework you two had and you saw all his little glimpses toward you and your chest but you didn’t say anything and sat there all pretty like you had no clue what he was doing. When for the first time ever you knew.

Whenever Armin talked about things he liked such as the ocean, ‘nerd stuff’, and whatnot, you were the only one who really listened. Like actually listened to the point when he referenced something from previous conversations, you were the only one who remembered every single thing. It was a miracle that no one knew about your crush, well no one cared to say anything because if pretty much any of the guys knew, they’d definitely say something and laugh at you for doing something so stupid that would make Eren murder someone.

Armin’s cheeks turned pink at the mention of Eren and Mikasa's private relations “What about the times he’s not?” You merely shook your head at his question as you watched him solve the science problems easily “It’s still easier to watch you. You’re smarter than Eren.” You said wrapping your arms around Armin’s and leaning against him snuggling your head into his shoulder and you felt Armin tense up at this action but he didn’t say anything about it.

“Thanks, (n/n),” Armin said with a sheepish smile as he glanced down at you before back at the computer screen. You placed your other hand on his thigh not wanting to waste any time here because Bertholdt could be back any minute, you didn’t even know where he was but you just didn’t want him to come back anytime soon.

A whimper let out from Armin’s lips as you began to rub his thigh gently moving your hand up closer to his crotch but only subtly though he could tell. Armin could tell anytime you touched him compared to someone else's no matter where you put your hands. Your hands were gentle when they touched him almost like you were scared to touch him. You weren’t.

You wanted to be as close to him as possible and savored every touch you got with him, you were definitely going to savor this night even if it was just a one-time thing “You’ve always been smart Armin…I thought it was cute.” You muttered softly as you looked up at the male who was already looking down at you nervously, his expression was so cute! His flushed face, his nervous gaze, and how he was nearly sweating just by your hand on his thigh.

“I still do y’know.” Your hand trailed up to the waistband of his sweatpants but you didn’t do anything but sink your fingertips past them just pulling them away from his skin and letting it slap back against his soft pale flesh. His skinny hand came down and placed itself on top of yours stopping you as you felt warmness overtake your skin “We–...We shouldn’t do this (n/n).” The blonde male said as he looked down at you like he was scared but he was obviously enjoying it with the movement you felt coming from his sweatpants.

The clacking of his keyboard had stopped and it was now silent in the room “Do you not want to?” You asked slowly drawing your hand away but his hand which was just resting on top of yours now had a tight hold on yours and was holding it in place which startled you, it was a drastic change from how gentle he always was with just his hand on yours.

Armin looked away as if he was ashamed of his actions “I just think Eren would be mad.” You knew that was coming soon, Armin was a lot of things, and stupid was definitely not one of them, not even a little bit and you knew he’d catch onto what you were trying to do and tell you something about Eren and blah blah blah but you obviously didn’t care much for that, only what he really wanted to do.

With his hold on your hand, it’s obvious he didn’t want you to go anywhere but you still had to make sure “But do you want to?” You questioned again ignoring his previous statement about your brother and how he might disapprove of it. Eren was a dick and if he wanted to play that card, you could too. You could be a dick by riding his best friend’s.

Armin stared down at you for a while thinking about what he should say and what it would mean if he said something “Yes but–” With that, your fingers went back to his waistband but this time you were gently pulling them down but not completely yet, just teasingly “...what if eren finds out? He’ll be so mad at me.” Armin continued saying those words he said in high school but a bit differently and the context behind it was very different and not just a small accident.

You glanced down at the band of his Nike Pros before looking back up at him through your lashes “I don’t care. Why do you? You want it right?” Armin was quick to nod at your question making a smile stretch across your glossy lips as you ran the tip of your finger over the Nike Logo on his boxers “Yeah…I guess he doesn’t have to find out, right?” Armin said leaning back in his chair his eyes locked on your fingers just wanting them to inch closer to his crotch nearly bitting into the softness of his pink bottom lip that was almost the same color as the apples of his cheeks that showed his enjoyment and flustered feeling.

You shook your head not breaking eye contact with him “I won’t say anything.” You said seductively allowing your hands to slip past the waistband of his boxers and into the small bush of his blonde pubes before lowering it further to his cock.

Armin’s back arched slightly as he felt your hands wrap around him “I w-won’t say anything either.” He sputtered out as you moved your hand up and down while remaining eye contact with him, god you were such a bitch. Keeping eye contact with him while slowly jerking him off knowing it’d make him more embarrassed and completely bricked.

You leaned up releasing your hold on his arm and pressing a kiss to his lips that were letting out small whimpers and grunts. It grew sloppy very fast with Armin being eager. His hips were bucking up into your hand and his hands were just by his side not knowing where to go or what to touch, maybe your wrist? Your waist? Your shoulder? Or should he just keep them where they were? His mind was full of just you and only you that he couldn’t even think straight and you hadn’t even really begun to do anything yet.

You moaned into his mouth as he did the same before gently pulling away with a thin string of saliva connecting you two, your lip gloss was now on his lips and even around it, you could only imagine what it looked like on your lips now. Armin watched as your head tilted down to the movement you were causing in the confinements of his pants before you looked right back at him tilting your head curiously.

“Can I?” Armin wasn’t sure exactly what you were asking here but he had an idea so he nodded ferociously but when your hand left his pants, he got confused.

When he saw you beginning to take off your panties and shorts in one go, that’s when he caught on and began to do the same. He lifted his hips to slide off his grey sweatpants and then his all-black Nike Pros allowing both of the clothing articles to pool at his ankles as he sat there awkwardly waiting for you.

You grinned up at Armin before transferring yourself to his lap using it as a chair but you were just hovering over him now with your knees on each side of him supporting your body as you lined him up with your dripping cunt.

Armin’s hands instinctively went to your waist as you rested on his shoulders. The male stared up at you as you carefully perfected the lineup to make sure he didn’t miss the hole, he’d wanted you for the longest and he finally was going to get you. I mean, this wasn’t how he was planning on it going down, he was going to ask you out and then you guys would get to this part but this was okay too. It was great actually because he didn’t know if he could wait until you two started to date to get some of you. He definitely could not but good thing you’re a slut right?

A loud moan left your mouth as you slowly lowered yourself onto Armin’s cock making him throw his head back while he leaned back in his chair.

His back arched as you fully sunk, his legs spread allowing you to bottom out as you let out a whimper at Armin’s nails digging into the bare flesh of your hips harshly surely leaving indents there “Are you okay?” Armin asked as he managed to open his eyes and look at you reaching up one of his hands to cup your cheek carefully.

That’s one of the things you loved most about him. He was always thinking about other people. You were sure Armin was losing his mind right now by the way he was scarcely thrusting up into you and the grunts in between his words and yet he was still making sure you were okay when you were way more than okay. Nearly losing yourself in how full you felt but you were still feeling amazing.

You nodded your head as you smiled at him “Of course. Are you?” Armin nodded silently at your question taking in the warmth of being inside you and how tight you were, squeezing him every other second. You began to play with his hair slicking it back and running your fingers through it making a mess of the beautiful blonde locks. You wish you’d been able to do this when he had his long hair but this was just as enjoyable.

Armin leaned in for a kiss again which you happily obliged to. The kiss started sweet and soft as your hands went to his neck holding onto him for support as you began to grind on him rubbing your thighs against his which made the brutal feeling of his nails piercing into your skin grow. You and Armin's tongues fought for dominance with it quickly ending with Armin taking control, you’d like to say you let him but you didn’t. He won the battle and got a little rougher with his win.

He kissed you harsher as he pulled you closer to his body. Armin lifted you taking you by surprise before slamming you back down on him making you shout into the kiss and biting down onto Armin’s lip “Sorry…” You muttered as you broke the kiss watching as Armin touched his bottom lip which was bleeding a bit before looking down at the tip of his finger “It’s fine. Just keep going, baby.” You couldn’t even think of a response and just continued your grinding but this time you were bouncing a bit closing your eyes as you moaned.

Armin’s hand snuck up your shirt and under your bra squeezing your boob roughly as he went and buried his face in your neck kissing and sucking on you, covering the bare skin with purple marks some darker than others. His nails released their hold on your skin and his hand trailed down to your butt harshly groping it as he bit down on your neck smearing the blood of his lip all over your neck.

“Fuck.” You cursed getting quicker with your pace as you fucked yourself on his cock while whimpering like a slut. It’s a little crazy how Armin was just the one that was whimpering a second ago but now you were and he was the cause. 

You never pictured Armin as a rough lover. In your fantasies, he was always so gentle, so calm, his fingers softly trailing over your skin as he whispered comforting words into your ears. Nothing like how he was in reality, biting you, covering you in hickies, creating indents in your skin from how rough he was grabbing you.

You weren’t necessarily complaining, it just took you by surprise and you didn’t know how to react other than with your moans of delight “So pretty. You put this on for me?” Armin asked as he backed away from your neck leaning right back in his chair as he lifted your shirt revealing the lacy bra, you didn’t even say anything and just nodded rapidly while continuing to moan “Was for me to take off or look at ‘cus...I don’t know which one I wanna do.” The blonde cooed looking up at you as you finally opened your eyes to look at him. You’ve never really seen Armin look at you like that, you’ve never seen him look at anyone like that. His eyes lidded damn nere closed, lust in his eyes, a smirk on his face and it seemed as if the blue of his eyes were more noticeable than usual. They were practically glowing as they traveled up and down your half-naked body.

“I don’t know…” You blabbered. You couldn’t even remember what you put the bra on for if it was just for him to look at or if it was for him to take it off too. You just wanted to look pretty for him and didn’t think that far ahead into what he would do “C’mon baby…you gotta know.” Armin whispered slapping a hand on your ass and making you jolt up earning a small whimper from him.

If you didn’t know before, you definitely don’t know now with how he was talking to you “W-Which ever you want.” You sputtered out as you slowed down your movements trying to compose yourself your eyes shutting close again.

Armin hummed in delight at your words “Really? I think I’m gonna keep it on you. Makes ‘em look so pretty.” He spoke lowly running one of his fingers over the pattern of the lace, his eyes locked on your boobs less ashamed now. You nodded and hummed as you sat still on him getting more sensitive by the moment just from him being inside of you.

The male’s blue eyes drifted down to where you two were connected and looked back up at you “Baby, you’re gorgeous and I love you but I’m gonna need you to move a little faster f’me.” Armin cooed smiling up at you. It’s not like you were going fast exactly before you stopped but something was better than nothing even if he wanted much more.

You smiled brightly and opened your eyes peering down at him “I love you too Armin.” The blonde let out a laugh and his smile widened. It was no surprise that you only paid attention to that part of his sentence, it looked like there was nothing in that head of yours anymore “You need me to take control? You can just lay there and look pretty, I don’t mind.” He said sweetly tilting his head slightly making his blonde hair sway and it made him look even more pretty.

No matter how much he cut his hair, his golden locks were always so silky especially when they moved in the slightest tilt of his head or the small blow of the wind “No, I-I got it.” You said placing your hands on his chest before beginning to move once more but this time you weren’t grinding with the addition of small bouncing, you were going up and down making slapping sounds echo off the off-white walls with wet sounds following it.

Groans escaped Armin’s throat with some slips of whimpers and whines as he threw his head back, hands gripping your ass as if his life depended on it while your tits bounced in the lacy fabric in his face. Armin’s blue eyes stayed focused on you and didn’t close once, he wanted to keep looking at you and how pretty you looked with your mouth wide open letting out pornographic sounds.

Armin had never admitted it to anyone in the world but he always thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He believed it when he was young and still believed it.

Even though he hadn’t told anyone about it, a few people caught on when he was younger maybe in his elementary or middle school years? He didn’t quite remember but what he did remember was when Eren came to him during their math class and told him about how obvious his feelings for you were. Armin was so embarrassed when that happened and a little devastated by what Eren said but he did it anyway because that was his best friend and he’d do anything for him.

But looking back at that, he was sure he only agreed to that because Eren was his only friend and he was very much a pushover.

“Armin, I know you like my sister.” Eren had told him when sitting down on the empty desk beside the blonde’s with a straight face. Armin’s face went pale and his eyes widened in shock at that moment not knowing what to say as he was just doing long division a second ago.

He dropped his #2 pencil on the worksheet and pushed his glasses up “Don’t lie. I always see you looking at her.” Eren said narrowing his eyes at his friend practically sensing that guilty excuses of denial were soon going to start pouring out of his friend’s mouth “Sorry eren…She’s just…very pretty.” The long-haired boy muttered as he began fumbling with his fingers while looking at his lap refusing to meet his friend’s eyes.

Eren sighed as he dropped his head understanding how he was probably making his friend very nervous “I know. I can’t keep those stupid soccer boys away from her.” He grumbled remembering all the times he’s literally had to jump in front of you with his arms in the air yelling for them to back away from his little sister. He didn’t think you were old enough to be dating even though he’s had his fair share of five-day relationships. Eren would use that excuse for you until you were in the eighth grade and would then lay out a list of guys you shouldn’t date because ‘they’re the worst guys ever’ which consisted of soccer guys, basketball guys, and Jean. Jean was the only specific name on there.

Armin glanced up at his friend still nervous as he shuffled in his seat “Look, I don’t care if you like her or anything but don’t date her! I’d love to have you as a brother but she’s super annoying, you deserve better than her.” Eren said with a small pout on his lips making Armin laugh but the blue-eyed boy nodded while agreeing with the conditions “Okay eren. I won’t date her.”

It was stupid how he told Eren that but continued to like you after all this time. Armin was sure that the ‘deserved better than her’ reason had worn off now and was replaced by something like ‘It’s just so gross’ and Armin understood where Eren was coming from now. He and Eren had kissed two times at two separate parties both times with them being basically blackout drunk and of course, you didn’t know, no one knew and that’s the way both of them wanted it to stay, and Eren seeing him start dating his sister after all of that would be very weird for Eren and Armin. Armin still wanted to date you regardless though but was still considering how Eren would feel about it.

But who said he couldn’t fuck you? Eren didn’t have to know about that and if he did find out, it’d just be something to ease him into accepting Armin dating you.

Plus, it’s not like Armin cared very much about what Eren felt now that he was six inches deep inside of the warmth of your soaking cunt.

“Ughn! Shit, you feel so good.” Armin whined loudly as he squeezed his eyes closed feeling a tightness in his stomach but he quickly snapped them back open reminding himself of the beauty in front of him who was quite literally doing all the work to make him and herself feel good. Shit, by the way, you were fucking yourself out, he wouldn’t have cared if you wanted to peg the shit outta him.

The pleasure both of you felt was soon interrupted by a loud ringing of someone’s phone. You opened your eyes and turned your head around slowing the bouncing and resorting to grinding which made Armin hate phones “Who is it?” He asked though it came out as a whine with his heavy breathing. You saw his phone glowing and ringing on the desk which his PC sat on and you squinted trying to see the contact name through the growing tears of pleasure and when you saw it your eyes widened and you let out a whine of frustration.

It was Eren. Stupid Eren being a cockblock once again.

Yeah, you did this whole thing to get back at Eren and take advantage of your anger against your brother to finally do what you’ve wanted to for a while but if he called, you were going to stop. Having your brother listen to you fucking his best friend was disgusting. His finding out about it was a whole other thing and now in the state of mind you were from this dick that made you dumb, you didn’t really care too much about if he’d find out at all.

Fuck, this wasn’t even about getting back at Eren anymore. This was about feeling your desire and your need for the blonde.

“S’ eren…” You muttered turning back to Armin with a saddened look on your face and his eyes widened too seemingly snapping out of whatever trance you had put him in. He took his hand off the flesh of your ass and went to reach for his phone with his hand trembling from the pleasure he was still receiving from your small movements but you placed one of your hands on the desk in front of the phone before he could grab it.

You shook your head as you sped up the pace lifting yourself up and down once more “Don’t get it.” You pleaded looking down at Armin hoping to persuade him to just ignore the call and he didn’t say anything and just stared back at you. He broke eye contact and looked behind you seeing the phone and sighed. He knew Eren was just going to keep calling until he eventually got the idea that he was not going to answer the phone and he’d definitely get scolded for not picking up.

Fuck it. It’s whatever.

“Fine.” The Arlert male said looking back up at you and you smiled slightly before picking up the pace making Armin’s calm manner quickly disappear and back into his little whines and deep groans “Fuck, you killing me.” Armin said with a groan his hand gripping the edge of the desk and his other digging his short nails into your ass once again remaking the marks that had faded.

You leaned down and began placing sloppy kisses onto the fair-colored skin of his neck and he gave you full access with his head being thrown back. Your body pressed further against his with your boobs pressing against his hard chest making you moan onto his neck from the feeling of your sensitive nipples pressing against him.

You could feel yourself inching closer and closer to a release with every second and every bounce. You were falling more in love with Armin as his pretty groans and whimpers filled the silence along with yours, he was so sweet, so gentle yet still so rough but it was the perfect balance.

That balance was pleasurable enough but the sound of your moans mixing with his was like the most perfect lemonade to ever exist. Sweet and Sour, the sour was his occasional deep groans after the sweetness of his whimpers had run out.

Your back arched as you let out a loud whine letting go and cumming all over his cock biting down on his neck as your toes curled.

However, Armin hadn’t cum and he was not done. Not one bit. His other hand came back to your ass and he continued to bounce you up and down even after you had stopped to catch your breath “Sorry…just need this s’bad!” Armin apologized with his voice wavering. You weren’t really sure what he was apologizing for exactly, maybe the increase in roughness? Maybe the sudden force? It didn’t matter because you didn’t care. He was just helping you ride out your orgasm. Well, the rest of it.

Soon you felt his warm seed sputtering inside of you and filling you all up, it seemed endless until it stopped “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” Armin asked through his deep breaths, his chest rising and falling under your sweaty palm as you retracted your face from the crook of his neck to look at him breathing just as heavy as he was.

You shook your head lightly “No, m’ okay…” You whispered as you tried to catch your breath and Armin nodded at your answer.

His hands went to your hips much gentler than they were before almost as if you were fine china and it was the first time he was using you and in a way, it was. He lifted you from his limp cock with ease and allowed you to stand to your feet but your legs and feet had fallen asleep by now, it’d be pretty hard to walk home now “What are you doing?” Armin asked as he saw you bending over to grab the clothes you had discarded while he pulled up his Nike Pros but kicked the sweatpants off.

You looked at him not really knowing what to say and just shrugged your shoulders “Can’t leave yet, I still gotta clean you up.” Armin said standing to his feet and swooping you into his arms not asking you or giving you any heads-up so you sat there being carried confused as to what he was doing.

“I just do that myself when I get home.” You said as the blonde carried you to the bathroom kicking open the cracked door before waddling over to the tub “Why? It’s the least I can do, you were practically doing all the work.” Armin said laughing awkwardly as he set you inside the porcelain tub being careful before reaching over and letting you take the remainder of your clothing off before turning on the faucet letting the warm water flow into the tub and onto your feet.

It wasn’t necessarily a secret that you had your more than fair share of horrible boyfriends but not everyone in the world knew. Armin and a few of you two’s other friends knew because either you told them or Eren blabbed his mouth to them about every time you’d complain to him about some stupid guy and that’s the reason why Armin knew about almost everything. 

Since the ninth grade, he’d heard from Eren about all the horrible guys you’ve dated who played you, lied, cheated, yelled, even left you stranded at a party and all Armin wished was that you found a guy that actually found the sweetness and greatness in you. He wished more than anything that it would be him.

He dreamed about all the things he’d do for you, to you, and with you, that’d put a smile on your face. All the things you’d deserve that he’d give you even if it nearly killed him.

He wanted that more than ever right now as he looked at you relaxing in the hot water that was filling up the tub very fast. He reached his hand into the tub and grabbed yours holding it comfortingly and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles which made your eyes open and dart to him “I love you (y/n).” Armin spoke softly leaning his cheek against the side of his tub never looking away from you with his light-colored eyelashes fluttering with minor blinks and it seemed as if he was trying to stop blinking so he wouldn’t waste a single second looking away from you.

“I love you too Armin.” You said with a kind smile on your face as you squeezed his hand with his cheeks turning red from your words. Your smile slowly turned from kind to mischievous as your pure thoughts changed to the complete opposite realizing you were naked.

You lifted your foot out of the tub and rested it on the edge which drew the blonde’s attention “Y’know armin…I didn’t learn much from your study session.” You whispered looking back up at Armin who very quickly caught onto what you were trying to say and got incredibly embarrassed “Come on, you’re the one that called it that…” He muttered lifting his head from the side of the tub as he looked away from you his cheeks burning a bright red.

That was true, you were the one who called it that but you both didn’t even attempt to get down to the science. Got down and dirty before Armin could even get to the beginning of the science work “Yeah but I hope we get another one, I actually wanna learn somethin’.” You said shrugging your shoulders as you placed your other leg on the other side of the tub spreading them.

Armin’s eyes were locked on your wet legs as water dripped in droplets from your calves, he wondered if his cum was still there or if it had washed out into the water “What next? Seems like you got biology down pretty good.” He said meeting your eyes again with a smile on his face that matched yours.

“Maybe neuroscience. I can teach you stuff too like what makes girls happy.” Armin almost laughed at how you were referring to serotonin but clearly forgot what it was called, he would’ve if he didn’t watch how the drops of water rolled down your tits to your areolas and down to your tummy.

Armin brought his hand to your leg and rubbed it up and down making you bite down into your lip “I think I know what makes girls happy.” He said his hand growing closer to your crotch moving down to your inner thigh and the ache in your cunt returned practically pulsing as you watched the way he looked at you. Seemed he realized the way you were squeezing around nothing.

You tilted your head as you looked at him sinking deeper into the warm water “Really? What makes me happy then?” You questioned with a whine slipping out with each inch Armin’s hand came closer and his smirk widened as the glowing in his eyes returned as if he was some sort of predator getting ready to pounce and eat you alive.

“Me.”

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[ellaa-writes]

The Beast Within

author note: part 8, masterlist here. This is more of a filler chapter, ending coming soon. A lot kind of things happening for a filler lol. barely edited, also think im losing the plot of this series. Next 2 chapters are going to be longer just to tie everything together. Might redo/rewrite this at a later time.

summary: Omegas are rare, in a world full of Alphas and Betas. Being a Omega was not only dangerous but they were highly sought after. After living your life has a Beta in disguise, you meet a scary Alpha, but not any normal alpha. But a gaint Apex Alpha who won't stop at anything to make you his.

tags: Mentions of lots blood, violence and dead bodies. A/b/o dynamics. Vauge and probably incorrect medical terms. No smut and barely any fluff. Lots of Angst.

The door to the elevator opened, revealing a mess. König's head tilting to the side as the smell of crimson infiltrated his senses.

The Beast perked up, nipping at his skin. Stepping out the elevator he was greeted with an unholy site. Broken pieces of furniture and dry wall laid strewn about, bodies and parts mixed in with the chaos, the once pristine carpets now stained with blood. Stepping over the rubble he made his way into what use to be the front door of his home, busted off the hinges and thrown to the side.

He knew you weren't here, he could smell it in the air. The home was cold and empty, remnants of what use to be, shattered and scattered around. Broken glass crunched under his feet as he walked around taking it all in.

His head snapped down the darken hallway, the heavy oak door barely attached to the frame, cracked and broken, almost like someone clawed their way in. His desk was littered with files, papers and photos. The gun he kept in the top drawer missing, it looks like it was pried off the hinges.

Digging his cellphone out, there was only one person on his mind has he dialed them up. Sitting down in the worn leather chair, laying his laptop across the mess on the desk. He brought up the security footage, watching every second before the line finally picked up. A deep rumble answered from the other end.

"I'm going to need your help, level red." König didn't know where you were but he had an idea. The man on the other line told him not to trust the women. In all hell's fury he wish he would have listened. "On 'm way." it sounded like he just woken up. "It's time sensitive, high priority. I forwarded the details. I want a list of who all will be on your team. Will meet up at 21 hundred." König ended the call abruptly.

Simon sat up from his bed, just having laid down before his Boss called. It wasn't long before he was dressed and watching the security footage over. Roze... He never trusted her, could smell the rot in her lies but the big guy trusted her and he trusted him. Holding his phone to his ear the line eventually picked up.

"Gots' a job fa' you" all he could hear was heavy breathing. "да" and the line disconnected.

You awoke to bright lights and white walls. Your head was pounding and it felt like you were going to throw up. The surface you were laying on was hard and cold, the sanitary paper crinkled under you as you shifted, sticking to your dewy skin. You could barely raise your arms to block out the intruding fluorescent light. Heavy like a stack of bricks, you could feel the medical tape holding down the IV tubes, itchy against your skin.

You didn't know where you were or how you got here. It looked like a surgeons room, the floors were white tile and the cabinets off the side, also white. You could hear voices coming from behind the double doors.

Sitting up you realized you were nude, not even the necklace you always wore, completely naked and cold. Your body sore and stiff, trying to shift off of the exam table, your legs straining to hold you up right. The IV's tugged against you has you managed to stand on two legs, wobbly. You yanked the tubes free, blood dripping down your arms.

Grabbing at the now torn sanitary paper that covered the table, you haphazardly wrapped it around yourself. Using pieces of it to dab at the blood. A shiver racked your body, you didn't know what was happening. Trying to recall the last moments, your mind was foggy but you remember standing in that office but after that everything was fuzzy. You couldn't help but think he had something to do with this. Whatever this was?

The voices abruptly stopped, the double doors to your room swinging open revealing a familiar face. But not a face you expected to see, not here.

Dr. Roze

That's when it all came rushing back to you. The walk you both had, her words about you being pregnant. The images you found in the filing cabinets, all the blood or death spread across those pages. The sound of the front door being broken of its hinges, the shouting and yelling. Glass shattering and gun fire being exchanged. You hid under the desk, König gun in your hand, the one you took from the drawer. Then you heard her voice, telling you it was safe and she was here to rescue you. And that's where it all went black.

You stared at her, eyes wide and lips parted. Clutching the thin paper to your exposed body. "Oh, you’re up?" Dr Roze said in surprise. Taking small steps towards your shaking frame. "Everything is ok, your safe here." she tried to explain and to calm you down. Eyeing your bleeding wounds and discarded IV. "Nothing to worry about dear. Why don't you sir down and we can talk." pointing at the steel chair to your left. You eyed in before slowly sitting down.

"You must have a lot of questions and I'll do my best to answer them all." she explained. She sat in a similar chair but on the opposite side of the room, giving you enough space.

"We've been working on a cure, well not really a cure but a solution to a very serious problem." Dr. Roze paused before taking a deep breath. "When I met you, I knew you could be the key. The key to helping us unlock a gene code we have been stuck on for year’s now." she waved her hands around.

"Why me?" your voice was so quiet and coarse, startling you as you spoke.

"Well when König, your former Alpha mentioned that he had himself an Omega but he was unsure...-" she cut herself off before continuing. "He was unsure about your origins, you smelt like an Omega but didn't act like one. He requested that I observe you, to figure out him your Omega origin was natural or manmade." Dr. Roze had her hands clasped in her lap. Her eyes boring into yours, she had a tight smile on her face, forced and unnatural.

You shook your head, confused. Former? Origins?  None of it was making sense.

"I know this is a lot of information that may seem helpless to you. But I want you to know that without your DNA the surviving Omega population would have come to an complete extinction. You are a true hero, really." the doctor tried to comfort you.

"Where's König?" you shifted uncomfortable in the cold steel chair. Dr. Roze's smile faltered a little but she held it tight.

"You don't have to worry about him anymore." your mind was racing with questions. "Why?" did he just hand you over? Was that all part of the plan. Was that why he was ignoring you? Does this have anything to do with the photographs you found?

"I know it's going to be a hard transition but we have plenty of surrogate Alphas here. You can even choose one if you would like." Choose a new Alpha? What the hell is going on.

"I-I don't want a new Alpha." you whispered.

"Well, we can discuss that later. Nothing has to be done now. How are you feeling?" she brushed off your question.

"I don't know." and it was true. You didn't know how to feel about anything.

"That's fine, I know you’re confused and scared. Why don't I show you to your room and you can have a shower and some fresh clothes? How does that sound?" Dr. Roze stood from the chair, her hand stretched out in front of her. Beckoning you to her, and you went, slowly.

Dr. Roze took your hand and led you out of the room, the hallways were much the same. White and sanitary. She took turn after turn before stopping in front of a locked door. Raising her key card to unlock the door and dragging you through.

She brought you to a room, your new home, she called it. Watching as you walked around the confined space. It had a bed in the corner, a bookshelf, a small table with one chair, a sink and counter, a small open closet and another door leading to your private bathroom.

You sat on the bed, still only in the thin paper sheet. "If you need anything you can push this button right here" she motioned to a red button by the door. "I'll have some proper clothes dropped off for you. Why don't you get cleaned and rest." and with that she left. The door sliding into place with a click.

You felt trapped and doomed. The events replaying over in your head. You didn't believe a word she said, still not trusting her.

Trying to believed that your Alpha wouldn't abandon you. He couldn't, he can't.

The words bouncing around you head. You've heard stories about Omegas being experimented on. Locked up like cattle, their only purpose to behave and breed.

You missed your home, the one you created with König. The smell of the sheets, König's heavy scent filling your nose. The warm feeling in your tummy every time you looked at him.

It's been at least 3 weeks since you saw him last, maybe even longer at this point. You have no idea what day of the week is or how long you've been out.

You took the doctors suggestion and say yourself under the hot water, steaming bellowing around you. Your silent tears mixing in with the water as they danced down your face.

The meeting was brisk, the task easy. He was treating it as a hostage situation. Retrieve the prize and leave unharmed. But the only difference is that it was you. König knee bounced restlessly, up and down. He never had the discipline to stay still, ever since he was a child. The ticking of someone's watch matching his heart beat. He tried to rid his mind of the horrible things, the images of you diced up like meat. Nothing left of you, the only thing he could identify being your sweet smell.

The ride to the warehouse was brief, but it stretched on for what felt like hours. A perfect line of black alarmed vehicles, surrounding the building that housed this "cure". König barked out orders before charging forward, using his whole body weight to slam into the metal door. The weak screws and hinged snapping under his weight. The Beast clawing at his throat to be released, König's eyes turned black and his blood began to boil.

It didn't take them long to find your scent, a trail of destruction behind him like petals behind a bride. He tuned out the call outs coming from his headset, the only thing one his mind was finding his precious Omega.

The Ghost and the Russian stood off to his side, eyeing the giant, their own Alphas trying to hide itself in the darkest corners of the mind. Anywhere to get away from the intense energy of The Beast.

The lights were flashing red, a lockdown initiated. Most doors sealed themselves closed but nothing could stop The Beast. Ripping the reinforced door right off its hinges without breaking a sweat. Your smell stronger now, he was close he could almost taste you.

After a few minutes under the hot pelt of the showers water, your tears long dried up but your eyes still red and sore. You pulled yourself out of the glass enclosure, finding a pair of grey scrubs one size too big resting on your bed. The bed itself was made of steel, loosely wrapped in a sheet that felt like sandpaper against your skin. The thin black like cardboard as you tried wrapping it around yourself.

You don't know how you managed to fall asleep, or how long you were asleep. But the sound of an alarm awoke you. The lights were out, the only thing illuminating your cell was the red light from the button beside the door. Unsure of what was going on and unable to sleep any longer, you pressed your ear against the cold metal of the door. Trying to listen for anything, but all you could hear is the whines and whimpers of the other Omegas locked up here with you.

It wasn't long after when you started to hear the shouting and gunfire. Whatever was happening beyond your door sounded serious and it put you on edge. Not knowing what to expect you tried moving the furniture towards the door but found everything was bolted down. So you grabbing the sheet and blanket off of the steel bed and found yourself cowering in the bathroom. Waiting out the war zone happening outside.

You would think this was your end, but the smell of burning oak engulfed you. Your Omega whining, begging you to go after it, so you did. You didn't know how you ended up outside of the safety of your room. Stumbling over bodies, slipping on their blood. The only thing on your mind was finding the source to whoever that insatiable smell belonged to.

Corner after corner you passed through what use to be a door, it's counter parts laid flattened on the ground. The smell was so close, your nose sniffing the air trying to get just a little taste.

"Стоп! (Stop!)" the voice came from behind you, making you freeze in your tracks. Turning slowly to face a man, an Alpha, in all black wearing what looks like a dog mask. His gun pointed at you, he spoke something to quiet into the mic strapped to his shoulder. His black sunken eyes watching you. His smell was strangely fresh, like ripe lemon begging to be plucked. His stance was wide like the rest of him. It didn't take long for whoever he called for to enter behind him.

It was the skull face man, Simon, you think is his name. Soon as he saw your terrified face he forcefully lowered the other man's gun until he holstered it completely. Both men stepped to the side at the sound of thundering footsteps. The Beast was in charge has he nearly crashed through what was left of the passage. The surrounding walls cracking and buckling under his force. His eyes were red, like blood sap. His aura a bright orange like he tree set ablaze. The smell of burning amber knocking you off balance, causing you to fall on your ass. He was on you, quick and hard. Shoving his nose into your neck, his hot tongue lapping at the skin.

You were trembling, gripping onto his biceps has he manhandled you. This was your König but at the same time it was not. You've never seen him like this, geared up and strapped with weapons.

He was leaving blood smears all over you, his chest heaving like a bull after a fight. His nostrils flaring.

"We ought get goin'" the skull face said from somewhere behind your Alpha. König's grip on you tightened has he curled himself around you, lifting you up and wrapping your legging around his middle as he pushed forward with the two men close behind.

"Have you located her?" he all up growled out, his voice animalistic. It made the hairs on your body stand at full attention. A low ripple of fear washed over you, you don't know what was going on, what was wrong with him.

"да, she been located." the dog faced man moved ahead, gun raised. "Good" you hated it, hated the sound of his voice, the way it vibrated his whole body and ripped from his throat.

"Ooooomegaaa" it didn't come from his mouth, no it came from within your mind. You looked up into his blown out red eyes, he was looking right into your soul. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying yourself into his chest. Closing your eyes tight, allowing this man carry you to safety.

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[yellowjacketsfashion]

Any paper pages we can recreate?

I actually do have some! I just finished a few pages of recreating Jackie’s journal so I can explain how I did it!

Recreating Jackie’s Journal Part One:

I’ve previously identified the journal in a post here but other journals should work fine as an alternative. The pages on Jackie’s journal has 31 lines so if you wanted a more accurate journal I’d suggest looking for a journal with that amount of lines on it (that way it’s also proportionate).

Based on the sequence of the journal in 01x06 I believe this is the order of the pages in the show starting at the first lined page of the journal:

1. A Blank Page

2. My Top Songs

3. Favorite Movies

3. A Written Page (which you can’t really see)

4. Places I Want To Travel (only the backside is seen)

5. Mash

6. Movie Characters I Would Be

7. Shauna and Jackie’s Jeff Plan

The Mash and Travel Pages were recreated in a separate part of the journal for 02x01 as well though I haven’t pinpointed exactly where.

The page I started with is the Top Songs Page as it’s the first written one in the Journal. I found it helpful the start at the beginning because if I messed up I could just tear the page out and start over without messing up the page order.

Using the reference photos from the show I first sketched out the design with a pencil to make sure I got it right. You can’t see the entire page but I tried my best to recreate it while leaving room in case we ever see more of the journal page in the show.

Once I have the whole design sketched out I then go over it with marker and erase the pencil underneath afterwards. In the end this is how this page turned out:

The next page I recreated is the “Favorite Movies” Page.

This was actually a page I ended up having to redo because I didn’t wait to do the markers until I finished the pencil sketch. I miscounted the lines and ended up putting the hearts in the wrong spot and since I used marker I couldn’t go in and change it. I started over and the second version of the page ended up good. The reference photo also doesn’t show the whole page but more is seen in the show so I paused the show and looked at that for reference as well.

I kind of messed up with this one because my black pen didn’t dry down all the way before I erased the pencil so it kind of smudged in a couple spots. I didn’t really mind that much but that might be something to look out for when you recreate your own journal.

The last page I’ll cover in this part is the “Places I Want To Travel Page.” We never actually see the front of the page but the marker bled onto the back of it so when the image is flipped you see part of it. Based on what I can make out this is what I came up with:

I didn’t write the rest of the page but if we ever end up seeing it in the show I’ll add onto it.

I’m currently not finished with the journal but I’ll try to get the rest of the pages done so that I can get the next part out sooner rather than later! If anyone attempts to recreate the journal I’d love to see how your guys’s turn out!

[tsurashi-bindery]

Nights With You by The_Sinking_Ship

The second fic I ever bound, I read this on a whim one day and just knew I needed to bind it!

As you might be able to tell by the photos, I was still struggling a lot with my foiling, especially on the author's tag on the back 😭

I also very clearly had to work on my measurements, seeing as I did not have a printer that could print edge to edge I had to calculated how much I needed to resize it to print on a 1:1 scale.

I thankfully learned a way to add proper crop marks later on as well which has helped me immensely with placing the covers on properly!

As always, the cover is all made with Kent paper since I don't own a cutting machine or able to find any decent book cloth where I live... 🙃

This was also the first time I experimented with adding text messages in the fic, and I think it's really fun!

Sadly, this was my old printer that was only able to print black and white and the quality wasn't the best so the grey bubbles are barely visible, but at least it's still readable.

I think I might want to redo this bind later on, especially since I got a laser printer that can print in color now!

[scribblestatic]

Izuku vs Kacchan 1, but this time, with Preyzuku.

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Izuku stands outside the building with Uraraka at his side, both holding the blueprints. She tries talking with him, but he's unable to think of a response, so he doesn't respond. The air around her gets more awkward by the second.

He stares at the papers blankly for a minute before he sighs.

"Uraraka-san, do you have a plan?"

"Eh? Ah, not really yet. I mean, there's no punishment for failure, so I'm not so worried, but..." She cringes. "I'm really not looking forward to facing that Bakugou guy. He's kinda loud and funny sometimes, but he has a lot more than a chip on his shoulder."

"Mm. Well." Izuku looks up toward the roof of the building. "I have one."

"Yeah?!"

"But, for it to work..."

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It was purely by accident, okay?!

Look, he read the email. He knew that Young Bakugou and Young Midoriya weren't supposed to be paired up in any way today. However, rewriting his lesson plan for the day would've been catastrophic. He's a pro hero, not a teacher, and so he's definitely got rust in several unused skills that he has to oil up first before he can pull those maneuvers.

Besides, he'd already come up with the randomization method, and with there being a 5% chance of the two being partners, and a 10% chance they'd be against each other. He thought the odds were in his favor! But those kids were either extremely lucky or extremely unlucky, because the possible worst-case scenario was starting to play out in real time!

In this case, it wasn't like he could suddenly say, "Whoops, wrong balls, let me redo this one." Then, it wouldn't be purely random and it would be unfair to the rest of the students. Worse still, perhaps there would be questions of favoritism toward young Midoriya, who was already being scrutinized by the outside world as a quirkless hero trainee.

So, yes, the two students who Eraser Head said shouldn't interact are about to interact. No, he couldn't feasibly think of a way to make that not happen after the competing teams were revealed. Yes, he's a little anxious about it.

But now isn't the time to let any of that show.

So, once the five minutes are up, he cheerily announces the time for the heroes to make their move.

And both groups immediately split up.

Using her quirk on herself, young Uraraka floats up to the fifth floor and, with a bit of jiggling, lets herself in through the window. Meanwhile, young Midoriya sneaks in by picking and unlocking the second floor door from the outdoor stairwell. From there, they begin their search separately.

Meanwhile, young Bakugou immediately stalks out of the bomb room on the fourth floor, clearly looking for something. Young Iida stays behind with the bomb, a frustrated look on his face before he puts his helmet on and gets into the character he's been building up.

As the kids in the room express interest over the slowly closing distance between Bakugou and Midoriya, All Might thinks of the things the latter said during deliberation.

And sure enough, just a few steps away from the inner stairwell to the third floor...

--

"Before we discuss anything else, there's one thing I know for a fact. Kacchan will come after me. So, we need to split up from the start."

Izuku turns a corner, and he has to jump away just a moment later, a hand bursting with energy swiping past him. The hand cracks the wall he'd been standing near. Izuku rolls to a stop on his hands and knees, facing the other.

Katsuki lifts himself from the dust and rubble, a grin on his face.

"Nice dodging, Deku. Wasn't sure you could do it, but looks like you have some moves after all."

Izuku gets to his feet, crouched and low.

"Well, then, I'll just mess you up enough to not get disqualified!"

Eyes wide and gleeful, Katsuki rears back his right arm.

The speed Izuku showed off during the apprehension test comes into play, the boy suddenly up in Katsuki's space. He grabs him around the grenade-shaped gauntlet covering his forearm. And, with the momentum, he turns, using Katsuki's weight against him.

Katsuki coughs in surprise as his back slams against the ground.

He blinks, the cogs in his brain clicking as he registers what just happened. And once he does, a thick, bubbling anger forms in his chest.

"You..."

But by the time Katsuki has gotten back up and turned around, Izuku is nowhere to be seen.

Even so, he can hear slight footsteps running away.

Gritting his teeth, Katsuki's hands pop, and then he's sailing after his prey. It doesn't take him long to catch back up, seeing Izuku's retreating form.

"Ever the coward, huh, Deku?!"

Pauses his explosions, running a few steps, then flying a little once more, aiming a right kick at the back of his head.

Izuku slides to a stop, bending forward with his effort. It's just enough for Katsuki's foot to miss him. Katsuki lands, then turns, kicking with his left leg. But Izuku's lifted his left arm, guarding his head and body.

Quickly, that same left arm grabs at his calf, the capture tape starting to loop around his ankle.

Katsuki punches with his right fist, and Izuku abandons the idea, ducking and turning under the swing. Katsuki swiftly whirls around, and this time, Izuku is still there, fists up.

"You... You're fuckin' annoying, you know that??"

...

"Whoa, he's holding up super well!" Kirishima praises.

"Midori can really move!" Ashido cheers.

"I wish I could hear what they're saying," Sero laments. "Feels like they're saying some wild stuff."

"By the way, what do you think she's saying to Iida?" Ojiro wonders.

--

Ochako isn't sure why, but perhaps it's because he did her a solid during the practical exam that she trusts Midoriya and thinks highly of his insight. It was only reinforced when he murmured about the likelihood of Shinsou's quirk. While the boy simply shrugged when asked, he looked surprised when Shouji else suggested it was sleepwalking, having heard Midoriya.

"...Brainwashing, actually. But not far off."

Midoriya had seemed unsettled by his answer, shifting side to side, but that only lasted for the remainder of the deliberation. Regardless, he'd been very close, so Midoriya's clearly a thinker. Not that she isn't, but he seems like the sort to have a plan, another plan, and a contingency for a failed plan.

So, when he suggested this approach to confronting Iida-the-villain, although she was very skeptical of it, she figured it was worth a shot.

Splitting up means you'll likely encounter Iida. He's very straightforward and sometimes loses flexibility. In his movements, his quirk application, and his though processes. He's also earnest. If he really takes this approach like a villain, then find out what kind of villain he is.

Talk to him.

"I come in peace!"

She peeks around the corner to the open doorway, watching Iida startle, surprised by her. But, she has her hands raised up in a nonthreatening gesture. That seems to catch him further off guard.

"Wh... I-I've been expecting you, Uraraka-san—no, Uraraka! Have you come to surrender already?!" He points at her accusingly. "It's right that you should!"

"No, not to surrender. I, ah, just want to talk."

"To...talk? About what? What is there to talk about! I have a bomb that will explode any minute from now! Instead of talking, we should fight, or I will make sure you will lose! Nyahahahaha!"

Ochako's lips quiver, trying her hardest not to laugh at how into his role he's gotten. But, Midoriya was right again. She clears her throat before speaking, keeping her hands in view. He'd said she should do that...but what should she get Iida to talk about?

"Actually, uhm. I was trying to find out...what has motivated you to do this? What cause are you, uh, pursuing?"

"My cause!! My cause is..." Iida pauses. He then crosses his arms. "My cause... Hmm. Right, villains are usually motivated by something, not just being evil for evil's sake. I haven't thought of a backstory for this."

"Oh! Can I help?"

"Are you sure? I mean, you're supposed to capture the weapon. A-And this is—!! We're supposed to be taking this seriously! I cannot let myself get distracted!"

Oh, shoot. "No, no, I am taking this seriously! After all, uhm..."

Keep control of the conversation. You're negotiating for his attention to stay away from fighting, since it's not likely you can beat his speed on your own yet. There's no guarantee I can get to you, so keep him away from fighting as much as you can.

"I-If you don't have a solid reason for being a villain, how can you say you're taking this seriously? I know you want to! If this was a real battle, how could a villain have such flimsy reasoning? You're super cool, Iida-kun! So, let's come up for a reason you're a villain together!"

"...Uraraka-san..."

After a moment, he puts his hand on his chest, touched. Then, his hand balls into a fist, and she swallows thickly.

"You're...right. You're absolutely right. I'm approaching this half-heartedly. Villains don't merely cloak themselves in darkness. They choose the darkness. So, why have I, the villain come to the conclusion that I must use this bomb? We must get to the bottom of this!"

"A-Absolutely!" she agrees, giving him two thumbs up as she sweats underneath her helmet in relief.

...

"Are they just...talking?" Yaoyorozu asks, looking a tad affronted.

"Yeah, they're just having a chat, aren't they?" Aoyama adds, a sparkle in his eyes. "Très décontracté~"

"This is kinda funny. It's like Uraraka-chan has a mind bendy quirk like Shinsou-kun!" Hagakure giggles.

All Might is, admittedly, a little speechless. Though, it's not because talking was a bad idea.

Rather, it was a very, very good one, especially considering the differences in their strength.

It wasn't just that it was a good suggestion from Midoriya, but Uraraka had to also think of how to relate to Iida and draw his attention away from fighting. That, she came up with on her own. That's a flexibility that's not easy to teach to anyone, a great quality for a hero.

Though, judging from what he's hearing, she might be getting a little bit too into it herself. They're coming up with a whole tragic backstory and timeline to evil for Iida's villain persona.

Meanwhile, explosions draw his attention back to the other two, who are very much duking it out like a traditional hero vs villain battle.

--

Katsuki is growing frustrated.

He's throwing kicks and punches at Izuku, who isn't saying a single thing to him. Even so, either he eats the hit, or he blocks it, or he redirects it. The latter two happen a lot more often than Katsuki would like.

A punch toward his stomach. A palm redirects it, slapping it away.

Another toward his head, despite the helmet. Izuku ducks under it, the explosion from his palm missing its mark.

He spins around to put force behind his kick. Izuku blocks it with his left arm and helmet.

He pulls the leg back and kicks straight. Izuku ducks backwards. Katsuki has to rear back to avoid his feet as he swings them upwards, Izuku landing back on his feet.

"You fuckin' piss me off!"

When Katsuki doesn't move to attack, Izuku stays still, knees bent.

"Tryin' to read me... You think you can change what you are just cause this is U.A.? You better think again, you stalker bastard." Katsuki grins then, that nasty, bubbling feeling bursting with energy in his chest. "Being here's given me some new toys, and it's your lucky day. It's the perfect fuckin' time to test them out, isn't it?"

He raises his right arm.

Izuku flinches, and Katsuki growls.

"Of course you know what this does, huh. Damn creep. Well, it doesn't matter when you can't do jack shit against me, huh?!"

They stand still for a few moments.

Then, Katsuki reaches up with his other hand.

At the same time, Izuku flicks his wrists, pulling out a hammer and a pointed chisel.

Katsuki moves the slot back on his gauntlet.

Izuku rears his hammer back.

Katsuki loops a finger in the pin, hearing a voice call to him from his comm.

Izuku smashes his hammer into the chisel, causing the wall to fracture.

Katsuki laughs as he pulls the pin, aiming toward, but not at, Izuku.

Izuku backs up, raising his leg, presumably to kick.

A bright light flashes from Katsuki's gauntlet, and then...

Explosion.

The hall lights up in a brief, heavy spark of hellfire.

The nearby windows all shatter, and several supporting pillars and walls collapse into rubble. The building shakes, all the way down to and past its foundation and all the way up to the roof.

All of the shadows disappear into light as sunlight streams in through the cavernous hole in the far wall. Bits and pieces of concrete fall from the rebar poking through the concrete.

Up above, Iida and Uraraka startle out of their story planning, some of the floor and wall blasting away. The bomb wobbles precariously, and both rush to keep it from falling over or getting crushed by falling rubble.

Katsuki gazes over the destruction he caused, grinning maniacally. His firepower is stronger than ever like this.

Before he can really revel in his power, All Might's voice rings in his ear.

"Young Bakugou, if you use that move again, you will be disqualified. Destroying your stronghold using massive attacks isn't good for a hero or a villain in this scenario!"

"Tch."

As much as he hates it, All Might has a good point. If the bomb was real, he and the whole block would probably be blown to kingdom come.

But right now, he really needed to put Deku in his place...

Besides, All Might didn't say anything about aiming his attack at Deku.

Realizing this, Katsuki can't help but laugh.

"Damn, today's just fuckin' perfect! Time to put a bow on it, ey?!"

High on adrenaline, he heads over to the hole he saw Izuku make in the wall.

It's much larger than the boy likely intended, partially blown out from Katsuki's explosion. He kicks more of the wall away as he looks around the room, looking for Izuku...

But he doesn't see him.

His expression scrunches. He'd seen the bastard prepping to kick the wall in to get out of the blast range. If anything, the air pressure from his explosion should've helped, maybe even pushing him into the room. So why doesn't he see him?

"What on earth have you done?!"

Katsuki doesn't bother looking up, hearing Iida's voice call out to him. It's not even in his comm. The hole is large and high enough that he must've also hit the fourth floor. That must be why All Might told him not to use his gauntlet again.

"We have a bomb, remember? A bomb! If you wreck the place like this—"

"Oh, shut up already! I know, so do your job and guard that damn—"

But his voice cuts off as someone smacks into him from behind.

Arms slip under his own, clasping over his chest.

As the hands part, capture tape extends from between them.

Katsuki reaches up quickly and grabs one of his wrists, preparing to throw him over his back. But then, a hop, and legs wrap and lock over his hips.

He reaches back with his right hand, clenching it over the side of Izuku's body, and he lets an explosion loose. But his legs only tighten instead of loosening.

So, Katsuki turns his back to one of the nearby walls and rams himself into it. Izuku's right arm starts trying to loop the capture tape around the other's bicep instead.

Another smash back into the wall, and Katsuki lets go of Izuku's left wrist, grabbing his helmet with both hands.

He lets off two large explosions, causing Izuku to stiffen, stunned. His legs loosen just enough, and Katsuki reaches back, grabbing the back of Izuku's jacket.

Gripping both the helmet and jacket, he leans forward and flings the boy off his back.

He lands with thud, but he rolls out the way in time to avoid getting Katsuki's boot to the helmet. Although, now, he's a bit unsteady. Even still, he stumbles into a crouched stance, much like an animal cautiously watching its predator.

"You little... Tell you what, Deku. I'll do everyone a favor and beat you to a pulp here and now. Just enough so I don't get disqualified, and just enough so everyone can see exactly how fuckin' useless you are!"

Izuku stumbles a little again, but then, he reaches up.

With a click, he unstraps his helmet from his head, taking it and the balaclava off. The helmet is letting off streams of dark smoke from the explosions from before. Izuku peers his eyes open to look at it before his gaze flicks up toward Katsuki.

Then, just as quickly, his eyes shut entirely.

He breathes in deeply...then sighs. Tucking the balaclava into the smoldering helmet, he throws both off to the side and, with his eyes still closed, he faces Katsuki.

And he raises balled-up fists.

Katsuki's lips twitch before spreading in an enraged snarl.

"Oh, I'm gonna fuckin' enjoy this."

Katsuki steps forward fist balled up—

"HERO TEAM, WINS!"

—and freezes up.

--

Up above, Iida had caught the teetering bomb, managing to angle and move it away from falling debris using his arms alone. However, it's during this point that Ochako remembers something from the apprehension test.

Iida is very fast. His quirk is built for speed.

Forward speed.

A smile eases onto he face, and she touches a few fallen bits on and around the floor. She then approaches, creeping up closely.

Iida, sensing her presence, turns around.

"Ah, Uraraka! Right now, this place is—" But he stops, seeing the look on her face. "...So, you've betrayed me after all, hero!"

"No hard feelings, Iida-kun. I really meant it when I said you're really cool, by the way."

"Flattery will get you nowhere! ...Also, thank you, but flattery will get you nowhere! Now that you've shown your true colors, I will escape and let time be the determining factor!"

"Mmhm. And how are you going to do that?"

Iida's smart. He knows that the pillars and rubble now makes escaping to the sides much more difficult than before. Not only that, but the fourth floor is now more precarious, and he has to tread lightly. Even so, he grins behind his mask.

"I will simply blow right through you!"

But instead of backing off, Ochako locks in, her gaze burning with passion as she steadily grows more pale. And Iida falters.

"I... I will rush forward without regard to your safety, as a villain would!"

"Is that really what Tatsuma-san would do? After accidentally becoming a villain from hurting someone while running, would he really try to run at someone full-force?" The strain of holding up several heavy blocks of concrete drags on her quirk, but she keeps up her bravado. "It's one thing to guard a bomb for someone to retrieve to get payment after losing his job. But it's another to actively harm someone again!"

"Y-You! Darn you!"

It wasn't really the story keeping him from bulldozing through Uraraka though. They both knew that. What kept him from doing it was the fact that, in the end, he's a hero. He also isn't like Bakugou, who was itching for the chance to harm someone (Midoriya) as soon as he could.

Iida doesn't want to hurt Uraraka, both as a fake villain and as himself.

Hearing Bakugou say something down below, Iida grumbles under his breath.

He could've possibly turned around quickly and jumped, using his quirk to escape. But now this place was basically Ochako's playground, with lots of ammo available. Moreover, there really wasn't much floor left for him to land on behind him. The gaping hole Katsuki made in the floor assured that.

"What on earth have you done?!"

Iida only turns his head to yell, not looking away from the increasingly encroaching Ochako, who looks a little more sick but is still grinning regardless.

"We have a bomb, remember? A bomb! If you wreck the place like this—"

"Oh, shut up already! I know, so do your job and guard that damn—"

But then, he's interrupted by scuffling. Midoriya seems to be confronting Bakugou yet again. A quick peek down there shows that, yes, Bakugou is again occupied. But he can't look for long.

"Iiida-kuuuun..."

He looks ahead again, Ochako's hands slightly trembling as she pulls the capture tape open, her pinkies raised. Despite the pallor to her skin and her sweating, she looks absolutely menacing.

"...Oh geez."

He fends her off as long as he can.

What ends up getting him is her collapsing to the floor as she heaves.

And just as he tries to jump past her, she hops up, wrapping her capture tape around his leg.

And with him holding the bomb, both he and the bomb count as captured.

--

Katsuki stands stock still, shocked.

Izuku drops his fists. He then slumps down to sit on some rubble, sighing as the tension drains from his body.

"Wh...at?"

Izuku rubs the back of his neck, feeling the wetness there. Sure, he runs cold, but he sweated more than he'd expected. Asui-san made a good point about the heat retention of his outfit.

"You... What did..." Katsuki grits his teeth, turning toward the ceiling to yell at Iida, but... Well.

Izuku likes Iida-kun. He doesn't want him to get yelled at needlessly.

"Thanks, Kacchan."

That makes the boy pause. He turns back to Izuku. While he can't quite see the expression on his face with his eyes closed, Izuku can see the energy in his chest flickering wildly.

He can also see the other much emptier energy hanging around the large holes in building. And this one has many eyes, from the little glimpse he got of it.

"What do you mean...ah??"

"Thanks. Because of you, Uraraka-chan and I could win."

Izuku steeples his fingers, appearing more relaxed.

"Uraraka-chan would've had trouble catching up to Iida-kun if he had an entire floor to work with. With the way things worked out, you would've won. But thankfully, you made a whole lot of rubble. Perfect ammo for Uraraka-chan, and perfect obstacles for a villain with a pretty straightforward speed quirk. So..."

He lets himself be a little cruel, and he smiles very slightly. His eyes open just a teeny bit, gaze strictly aimed at the leftmost wall.

"Being your punching bag for a little bit wasn't so bad."

The smile stays, even as Katsuki grabs the neck of his jacket, pulling him out of his seated position, hand reared back to let off an explosion right on his bare face.

But he doesn't.

Katsuki processes what he said, and his breathing quickens. Katsuki's red eyes bore holes into Izuku's face, and he keeps his stare to the wall, the little smile still present.

Frozen like that, All Might arrives, telling Katsuki to stop, gathering all the students to the monitor room.

[howi99]

The Puppeteer: *fixing someone's arm* I might have given you a stronger body, but that doesn't mean you are invincible. God, i fixed you last week for heaven's sake!

Ex-paper pleaser: I am sorry, i was trying to fix the bridge so you didn't have to.

The Puppeteer: *sigh* I already told you all; i don't mind y'all helping me, but i need to know in advance. *Show his atelier with his hand* What are my tools for? Decoration? Besides, I haven't finished the plan for the northern expansion of the city yet. The bridge can wait a mo-

Marie: *kicking the door open while gesticulating like a madwoman*

The Puppeteer: ... Marie, you'll have to slow down a bit. I may have taught you sign language, but i can't understand if you don't take your time.

Marie: *pointing to the big clock on the wall then at him and finally outside*

The Puppeteer: What? You want me to go eat? But it's barely 14h!

Marie: *facepalm* "The date you fool! It's today!"

The Puppeteer: What? What is to- *looks behind Marie and see a familiar face* Marie dear, didn't think you'd brought a friend home. Had i know, i would have made tea.

Marie: *questioning look* "Friend?" *Look behind her and see an out of breath Neo* "How did that old hag follow me!?"

The Puppeteer: I assume you asked how she followed you by how you are moving your hands? *Look at the patient* You should be fine now, you can go.

Ex-paper pleaser: Alright boss. I shall do that. *Leave*

The Puppeteer: *looking back at Neo* Dear friend, i shall present myself. My current name is the Puppeteer. I welcome you in my humble abode.

Neo: *absolutely not recognizing Jaune since his appearance changed a lot (soon to be commissioned so everyone can see what he looks like)* "That's nice and all, but that kid stole something precious to me. I want it back!"

The Puppeteer: *chuckle* Now, did she? Marie, what did you take from our friend?

Marie: *getting the broken electrolarynx from her pocket* "i saw it was broken and wanted you to help me fix it... I was planning to give it back."

The Puppeteer: Ah, i know what this is! It's been years since i saw one! *Take it from her hands* Hm, the internal circuits seem to have gotten loose. *Look at Neo* Mind if i fix it? As you can see, i'm quite adept at fixing stuff.

Neo: *annoyed* "Fine, but i want it back the second it is finished. I don't want my friend to know i broke his gift."

The Puppeteer: *chuckle* I don't think he would mind, young lady. *Begin the repair*

Marie: *look intensely at Neo*

Neo: *glare back*

Marie: *cheeky smile* "You should really wear less make up. It doesn't hide your wrinkles."

Neo: *cheeky smile back* "Should i talk about your fashion sense? You look like a worse version of me. What, did your grandma choose your clothes for you?"

The Puppeteer: You know, you two might be mute but i still can clearly hear all the gesticulating you both doing. I need to concentrate!

Neo and Marie: *rolls their eyes and crosses their arms*

The Puppeteer: Thank you.

_______

10 min later

The Puppeteer: Done! *Looking at his hands* My age is showing, when i was 20 i would have finished in less than a minute. *Looks behind him and sees Marie and Neo insulting each other with in sign language* They never change. *Clap his hands* Recreation finished kids, you can get your thing Neo.

Neo: *look surprised at the Puppeteer* "How do you know my name?*

The Puppeteer: *chuckle* You really don't recognize me? Come on, *throw lightly the electrolarynx to Neo* you even were so afraid I discovered that you broke my gift. *Smile and remove his mask that hides his face* though i should maybe redo the presentation?

Neo: *take a step back, looking worried*

The Puppeteer: I am known as the Puppeteer around here, but you can call me Jaune. *Looking at the clock* For you it should be maybe 6 hours since we last saw each other. For me? It was the longest 6h of my life.

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - one hundred and three | I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing

“Aww!” You said as you spawned in and saw that Virtual Byeol was on the floor next to your bed. “Our digital furbaby!”

San spawned in a second later. “Oh she of ones and zeroes~” he sang.

“She of ones and zeroes~” you echoed.

You both laughed.

“Shall we take a tour about the grounds, my former fake boyfriend?” You asked.

“Mmm, indubitably,” he said like a fancy rich man.

“Do they have monocles in this game? You need one.”

He laughed.

The two of you walked around your palatial estate and checked on everything. The world was on the Realms servers, so it’s not like anything could change since neither of you had logged on since the last time you played together on stream, but it was nice to see that everything was in its place. You, also: didn’t remember exactly where everything was, and you wanted to get a look at it all to refresh yourself.

“Hmm.” He said.

“What?”

“I think I want to change the garden a little.”

“Why’s that?”

“Youtube recommended a video to do a kind of… hanging gardens thing, and I kind of want to do that with some of it.”

“Ooh, that sounds nice. Do you want to send me the video and we can start working on it?”

“Oh-- yeah. Do you want to change everything? I remember you liked the way it was before.”

“A lot has changed between then and now. I’m up for a remodel.”

You couldn’t tell, but because he paused for a moment before saying, “Okay,” you thought he might have smiled. 

The two of you got to work: he sent you the video to watch, but he streamed it privately for you to see anyway. The two of you making note of what you wanted to do and where it should go in the landscape.

“You know… what I think?” You asked.

“You hate it?”

“What? No! I already told you I liked it.” You laughed.

“Then what are you thinking?”

“Wait a second, why did you think I’d hate it?”

“Because it’s kind of a project.”

“You-- you’re silly. Were you not involved in my months-long sting operation?”

He laughed. “Yeah, I guess you’re not afraid of complicated things.”

“I invented complicated things, pal. The world was so simple before I showed up.”

He laughed again.

You chuckled at him. How could he have forgotten your - if anyone else knew about it - most famous antic so quickly?

“So what were you thinking?”

“I’m thinking… The hanging gardens will cover the house, right? Like if you look at it from far away.”

“Mhm. Should we not do it then?”

“NO. We should, but we raise the house as well.”

“Raise… the house?” His avatar moved away from you and ran backwards a few - whatever the in-game equivalent of yards is - as he looked at the front of your house. He stared at it a few more seconds before turning back to you--

“This is very dramatic.”

“The suggestion makes me feel dramatic.”

You laughed at him.

He looked back at the house and back at you. “You realize this would mean changing everything about it, right? We’ll have to break all the lower blocks just to move it up.”

“Yeah. But I think we can do it.”

He looked at the house again.

“We have nothing in the world but time. And you don’t stream anymore so how else are we supposed to hang out outside of work?”

“True… we could just hang out in person.”

“That’s true too. But I like building things with you.”

He paused. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Let’s do it.”

“Yesss!” You ran towards the house. “Com’on, let’s break shit!”

“Wait! We need a plan!”

Somewhere in the neighborhood of two hours later, the two of you were breaking blocks to redo the garden, since that would be the easier of the two projects. The house itself would need a big replanning that you might actually have to break out a pencil and paper for. Breaking blocks was easy at least.

You talked about anything and everything as you both ran around tak-tak-tak-pop!-ing blocks. 

“Yeah, so apparently she’s liked him this whole time.” 

“Woww…”

The conversation lulled into a comfortable silence, and you knew now was the moment where you could finally bring up what you wanted to talk about.

“So, uh, I wanted to ask you about something I was told.” You started. tak-tak-tak-pop!

“...Oh.” tak-tak-tak-pop!

“‘Oh’? Why do you sound like you know what it is?” tak-tak-tak-pop!

“Because… you had to find out at some point.” tak-tak-tak-pop!

tak-tak-tak-pop! “Uh-- did I?”

tak-tak-tak-pop! “Yeah.”

“Well, you haven’t said anything this whole time, so…” tak-tak-tak-pop! “I guess?”

“I guess.” tak-tak-tak-pop! “But with Quack around, it was bound to happen.”

You paused. “Wait, I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing.”

tak-tak-tak-pop! “I-- no?”

“What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?” tak-tak-tak-pop!

“I asked first, you have to answer.”

“I… I thought we were talking about how I’ve been watching your streams for years.” tak-tak-tak-pop!

You were silent. You heard a few more tak-tak-tak-pop!s as you stared at San’s avatar and processed what he had said. The noise stopped. He turned to you. 

“Y/n?”

“WHAT???”

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[ninjacreature]

I did this poll recently, and the paper concepts won, so I'm going ahead and doing this post!

When I was going through these i realized that there were a lot more than I initially thought there were, so I'm not sure if all of them will even fit on this post lol

We'll see! Everything is going under the cut.

(Sorry that this post took a little while! I was planning to finish it last night but I got food poisoning and I'm really only just now feeling well enough to do much of anything)

To start things off: some concepts for Clay!

It's really just his face and armor right now. I plan to finish him all the way digitally (once I'm done with Lance and once I get the storage cleared on my iPad, that is). There are definitely some improvements i can make here (i might make his eyes smaller and im not really sure if I want to keep the lazy eye? I based it on an animation error i noticed a few times that made his left eye close more than his right but I'm not certain if I should keep it)

Next: concepts for Macy!

We've got her face, her armor, some scars, and even some concepts for Hotspur! You can sort of tell i had a little bit of trouble with how I wanted Hotspur to look, with how many times I started drawing him, stopped because I was unhappy, and then started over.

Then, Axl!

I don't have much for him right now, aside from the fact that I want him to be half minotaur (mother's side) and half great (aka mini giants) (father's side). The only problem i have with the current route I'm going is that it would mean that Axl's father would be taller than him and his mother. I also haven't decided if I want to stick with the minotaur face or if i want his face to be more humanoid (the more humanoid option is not pictured here because it took me a few tries to get the minotaur face looking right lol). There's a lot I need to work through with Axl, actually. I also had to figure out how his underarmor would look without the bulky upper layer, since he's never seen without his bulk armor in the show.

Now, some concepts related to Lance!

I've decided to share the original paper sketch i did while I was first designing his underarmor! Along with this, I'm also sharing the concept sketches I did for Concordo + what I'm considering the final version of her (unless i end up redoing her Again).

Here's some stuff related to Aaron!

I'm giving him his own animal companion robot kind of like how Macy and Lance have Hotspur and Concordo, who's going to be a fox named Archie (the name being one that I directly took from the original version of Aaron in the nexo knights concepts). Along with this, some sketches of him for later on in the book of monsters era of the story. One of these I even colored digitally! I'm also including my sketch of his father in here, too. He's a respected fisherman and one of the best in Grindstead. That eye injury wasn't a workplace accident, though.

Then there's some stuff I have that involves multiple of the knights!

We've got helmet concepts and weapon sketches! Aaron's helmet changed a Lot before the final. Clay's sword is too iconic to change very much, so his is staying fairly unchanged aside from some handle adjustments. Lance's... lance is supposed to be able to actually sheath itself reasonably instead of the long pole going into the void every time and Aaron's crossbow is meant to be more like a real crossbow, with physical bolts/rounds he has to load into it. I do want to add a system where it has emergency energy blasts it can use if there's no ammo, but I'm not sure if I'll keep that, considering what I've got planned for Archie.

And ive got sketches for Jestro, too!

The idea here is that, before he got cursed/magically affected by the book of evil, he was a lot healthier physically. However, being corrupted takes a huge toll on his body and is pretty much tearing him apart from the inside. This makes it more difficult for him to eat, sleep, and generally hold it together mentally. Recovering from everything Monstrux did to him is going to take a while.

Here we have Brickney Spears!

I had to come up with a family crest and what the part of her armor underneath the bulky stuff would look like. I wanted the Tighty Knighties to be counterparts of the Nexo Knights in not just a team role way, so Brickney is a catlike beastblooded! She's pureblooded, where Aaron is a hybrid. I also have plans for the other Tighty Knighties, like the Blok being a pureblooded great to contrast against Axl being only half, and, therefore, smaller. I've also got plans for Jousting and Shia, too.

And, of course, you cant have a medieval style land without some beasts!

Rosette is a peregrine falcon + leopard griffin whilst the unnamed one is a bearded vulture + cheetah griffin. Rosette has importance to Clay's backstory.

.....and i was going to put some season 5 stuff here, but I'm afraid I hit the image limit. Oops

[antheumvestige]

Originally it was just going to be a Black Sapphire spread but I couldn’t think of any other poses or scenes for him so I drew them both! Rushing a couple of doodles to fill the empty space of course.

《Yapping and design schpeals below》

Candy Apple Cookie

- During her first release I had originally thought she was a child due to her model and I was going through her wiki page to find out that her VA indicates that's she's 17-19 y/o SO I CHANGED HER UP A BIT TO FIT. I had done it originally on a sticky note in one of my notebooks a few weeks ago, which was cleaner than the one here {which I might show later?} But I just wanted to change her sleeves and top into a more uniform like attire I guess to make her appear a bit older. I should've looked back at that sticky note to see what I did before, but yk. I'll definitely be changing her skirt a bit when I decide to do an actual drawing spread for her.

Black Sapphire Cookie

- Him!! I do understand with his character that he is drawn repetitivly as a twink, which I don't hate! It's undeerstandable but I just wanted to give him a bit more meat and top surgery scars! {Possibly projecting..} I did see some cool designs and tattoos people have done for themselves and characters, and I wanted my version of him to have bat wings there reasonably. They're not drawn well in the photo since they weren't supposed to be visible through the fabric at all but I did want just a little peek of it so I remember to draw one properly if I decide to do an actual drawing spread of him digitally. {I drew him on graph paper, but I don't like the way he turned out in that spread, so I might redo it digitally to a 'newer' design I'm thinking up for him.}