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kisakis-boyfriend · 4 days ago

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Scaramouche and Kinich (separately) refusing to wear a sexy Halloween costume so you don’t let them cum until they put it on 🤫🎃

Pairings: Scaramouche, Kinich x male reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, switch/top!reader, sub/bottom!characters, teasing, denial, edging, implied crossdressing, maid outfit + blowjob (Kinich), daddy kink + power struggle (Scara), small dick Scara

“No. Not happening.” he spat. His expression remained stern and his conviction steadfast.

This was not going to dissuade you, however. You were determined to see your sweet boyfriend in the sexy costume you (oh so lovingly) picked out (just for him).

“Why not? Where's your Halloween spirit?!” if looks could kill, then you would be shot dead where you stand as your partner glares through your very being. Guess you'll have to play dirty if you want this to happen…

Placing your hands on the bed—caging Scaramouche in—you lean in for another kiss. He's reluctant to accept, afraid you may have some trick up your sleeve. Still, he allows you to slip your tongue past his tender lips, and he's so quick to melt into the kiss it's almost pitiful.

Your knee presses between his legs, putting pressure on his little cock, and Scaramouche instantly humps your thigh. His body reacts in the cutest ways; arching his back off of the bed, twitching his hips as he grinds his clothed dick on your leg, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt the longer this goes on.

In need of air, you pull away. “Why do you always taste so damn good? You're addicting, you know that?” Scara lets out a single proud laugh, soaking up your praise like a sponge.

“I wanna make you feel good, babe. Want to–” Scara hums as your lips brush against his throat, leaving wet kisses in their wake. “–make you see stars.”

Scaramouche chuckles, hanging onto every word that falls from your deceptive lips. He bucks into your touch when you cup a hand over his cock, rubbing the rough fabric of his pants against the sensitive gland. “Won't you let me? My one and only?”

All the anemo user can think about is your touch and honeyed words—completely ignoring the warning signals from his brain as you drown them in sweet poison. Whatever, what's important is having his hands on me and his dick where I want it.

With a sly smile, your darling spreads his legs, inviting you to pamper him like you promised.

You slide your hand into his shorts eagerly, pleasuring him exactly how he likes it — doing all of the moves that drive him wild. Within minutes, Scara's cock is engorged and weeping with precum. His thighs tense and tremble, all while you keep him on the cusp of an orgasm without actually giving it to him.

His sharp voice cuts through the air as he demands; “That's enough! I know you're just–” the moan that escapes as you focus in on his tip catches Scaramouche off guard. “shit… you're j-just teasing me! I thought you said you wanted to make me feel good?”

“And this doesn't feel good?” you retort, sending a smartass look right back at him.

A groan rumbles through his small chest. “It does, but you know what you're doing, y/n. Get to the real stuff — either put that mouth to good use, or stick it in already.”

Ouch. If you didn't have a master plan in motion, you might've done just that, just to shut him up. But you're not giving him what he needs until you get what you want.

“Hmm… no~” his eye twitches at that. You've stopped moving your hand completely, simply holding his little cock while you smirk down at him. When he attempts to move his hips himself, and thrust into your hand, you hold his hips down, darkening your expression as a warning.

“I could allow you to cum… but you have to do something for me. Are you feeling agreeable tonight, my love?”

Scaramouche scoffs when you say that affectionate term with such disrespect. A part of him knows what you're going to say next — and he ushers you to go on.

“I picked out a little somethin' somethin' for you yesterday. If you wear it for me, I'll give you everything you want for the rest of the night~”

He fucking hates how easily you tempt him into going along with your ridiculous schemes… but he can't ignore his raging hard-on and your relentless edging either. He knows damn well that, if he doesn't agree, you will edge his brain out through his cock. You will prevent him from cumming—and the only thing on his mind will become you, and only you.

The tension remains for a moment — Scaramouche swallows thickly, then growls. “Fine. Lemme see what you bought for me.”

With an excited squeal you dash over to the closet, rummaging around until you find the item in question. You grasp the clothing tightly and return to Scaramouche's side, holding it out for him to take. He examines it for a minute, unfolding the cloth until he can tell what it is–

His lavender eyes blow wide open, and he scoffs “Are you insane? Do you actually expect me to put this on?”

“No. But if you want to cum…” There is no string of curses strong enough to convey your lover's frustration with you right now. Putting this outfit on would be humiliating, embarrassing, and destroy whatever integrity the puppet has left.

Scaramouche stares at the costume, fidgeting with it between his fingers. His head is hung low as a thousand thoughts swim through his brain. It's just for a little bit. You'll put it on, try to ignore it, and let him fuck you. He said he would do whatever you say, so as long as there are no tricks to this, you're the real winner here, right?

Fuck… it's so– so lewd. Do humans really find this kind of thing attractive? Besides, it looks like it's meant for a girl… Agh, but I'm already hard and if I refuse, he's just going to torture me all night. Just… just put it on. Once it's on I hold all of the power and he'll have to obey me. He promised.

“Don't stare while I undress… pervert.”

Trying to contain the absolutely diabolical grin on your face is useless. And you can't tear your gaze away as Scaramouche removes his remaining clothing. You do at least try to keep your eyes moving, but it's so hard when he slips his shorts down and his perfectly round butt is right there, facing you! His entire body is just a few feet away—with no barriers to get in your way. His skin is smooth—practically flawless—except for his back; which is littered with circular scars from a past he technically never experienced. Yet, when he regained the memories of that past, the markings etched themselves back into his being. Thinking back to the cause of those scars, you find your thoughts drifting some place (and some time) far, far away…

“You just couldn't help yourself, huh? Hellooo? Teyvat to y/n—wake up.”

You blink rapidly, shaking your head to get those lingering thoughts out. “Uh y-yeah. Mm, you look even better than I thought you would, love. The panties were a nice addition, don't you think?” your confident attitude returns as you take in the sight of Scaramouche in the skimpy get up.

“Shut it… I can't believe I'm doing this…” the puppet whines, though his dick still stands at full attention while he complains.

His slim waist tempts you, and you can't stop yourself from grabbing it and pulling him closer. Scaramouche glares up at you, but he finds himself leaning in as your body heat seeps into his person. The tender moment is ruined when you lift his body and toss him onto the bed in one quick motion.

“Oof! Tch, in a hurry now, are we?”

“Maybe a little bit~” Perhaps it's the lack of clothing that's causing him to feel extra vulnerable, but Scaramouche finds himself squirming under your piercing gaze quickly. Your eyes burn right through him — eyeing him as if he's nothing but a piece of meat for you to tear into and devour. He doesn't entirely notice how his thighs press together to hide his most vulnerable area, not until you slide a hand between them and spread his legs wide open, that is.

“MmmMMmM… o-ok, I did my part, now you have to– aah~ Stop it–” the puppet whines as you rub your hand over his tiny cock, jumbling his thoughts. Precum has already left a stain where the tip is, and it flows through more of the thin fabric as you stroke the underside of his dick with your fingers. “you have to hold up your end of the bargain, right? mmMPH–!”

“I suppose I do. Then, tell me what you want me to do next~” your reply in a silky smooth tone. Within seconds Scaramouche is guiding your hands underneath those cheap panties, letting out an adorable gasp when your fingernails graze his sensitive cock.

“Stroke it, and don't stop unless I tell you to.” With a sultry yet mocking 'yes sir', you continue your earlier motions. Using your extensive knowledge of your partner's sexual preferences, it's only a matter of minutes before you get him wet and needy. Scaramouche has wrapped his arms around your neck, keeping the two of you tethered while his dick leaks all over his tummy. The skimpy costume is long since tainted with the scent of sex and sweat — and he hasn't even cum yet!

The puppet lets out a desperate whine, panting your next order with urgency; “Here! In here!” he guides your hand down to his wet hole, coated in his own juices that have been dribbling down his ass the whole time. You sink in up to the first knuckle and Scaramouche chokes on his moan — your other hand has remained wrapped around his little cock, just as he demanded, bringing an endless flow of pleasure to his hazy brain.

“AhHN– deeper! F-finger me more! aaAHH–!!” his body jerks as you insert your entire index finger into his ass. Scaramouche grits his teeth, humping his cock against your palm while you work his hole open.

When he feels ready enough, he tells you to stop, pulling off the soiled panties himself and demanding for you to take out your dick and fuck him with him.

“yyeEESS-! mmph~” Scaramouche groans as you slide your thick shaft inside. “Bury it deeper—deeper! mHM-MM like that~” His walls clamp down on your dick, preventing you from leaving his hot insides even if you wanted to (and you don't~ 💖). Watching your lover unravel beneath you in that slutty get-up keeps your cock rock solid as it rams his cute little hole—splitting him in two with every thrust.

Grabbing his waist a little too tightly, you control Scara's movement, preventing your dick from going more than halfway in—which earns a growl from the puppet. “–the hell are you doing? I didn't say slow down.”

“Do you want to cum?” What kind of a question is that? Of course he does! Scaramouche can feel his balls tighten as you fuck him, preparing a load bigger than you would expect someone of his size to be able to produce. His hole aches to be filled again — ready to receive your own load all in his guts.

“Yes! K-keep— hnmgh don't stop pleeease!”

Frustrated, Scaramouche claws into your forearms, while you simply hold him still and smirk down at his bratty form. “Well, you did ask nicely.” you laugh, thrusting back inside so far that you can feel your cock hit the off switch on his brain. “Gonna give me a nice big cumshot, right? All over that pretty tummy of yours?” The only response the puppet can muster is a vigorous nod and a whimper.

“Yeah? Good, good. Fuck… cum for daddy, Scara. Give daddy that fuckin' load, huh?”

Like a magic word, that was all it took to push Scaramouche over the edge — bringing him to a shuddering climax as he shouts “Yes yes yes! Please, daddy, gonna c-cumMM—!! 💙” His voice falters as he cums — shooting the warm substance onto his own pelvis while his eyes cross. That pornographic expression Scaramouche wears causes you to cum soon after, filling his tiny body with your warmth.

Though he doesn't physically have a heart, you still swear that you can hear the rapid beating in his chest as Scaramouche settles down, regaining his senses while you gently stroke his cheek.

Your body gives out, collapsing on his chest as you both pass out for an indiscernible amount of time. “Hey, pretty boy, how ya feeling?” you ask with a groggy voice, brushing a bit of hair away from his eyes.

Stretching his arms out, Scara replies “Sore, tired… but it felt nice too, I guess.” he turns his face away from you as he adds that last part, finding it embarrassing to admit such a thing. You chuckle at his sudden shyness and lean your head down to place a kiss on his cheek, then his nose when he turns his head back to glare at you weakly.

Before you get up to clean yourselves off, you keep Scaramouche pinned, not yet ready to let go as you assault his face, neck, chest, and hands with kisses.

“Oh, but… but, my love, you would look so pretty in the clothing I chose for you.” you feign disappointment, frowning as you fake a sniffle. Kinich crosses his arms and stares at you, clearly not falling for the act.

With a huff, you drop the false sadness and straighten your stance. “Alright, Mr. No Fun, can we still have sex though?”

Only someone who understands the saurian hunter intimately would notice the spark of emotion in those gorgeous eyes—and the slight twitch of his lip before he answers you — “Yes, just stop pouting.”

You sigh in relief, closing the distance between you and your lover and cupping his cheeks as you breath “Thank you…” Kinich uncrosses his arms, placing a gloved hand on your cheek and leaning closer. The kisses start off chaste and gentle, but as you taste more and more of your lover on your lips, you feel the addiction creeping in. Gradually, the kisses become longer—deeper. Kinich allows your tongue to slip past his lips with zero resistance, and he lets a single moan out as you pull him closer.

“I jus'… needed you today.” you slur between hot kisses. “Haah… gods, I really fuckin' need you, Kinich. Lemme know if this is too much, please–” With a soft thud, Kinich falls onto your mattress. His hands snake around your body as it presses against his—pinning him down while you desperately trail kisses down his neck.

The saurian hunter makes no effort to resist, even tugging at the waist of your pants; just as impatient as you are. “No, it's… it's fine. Mm, this is nice.”

Suddenly, his clothes are too tight, and everything feels way too hot as his loving partner assaults him with affection. Groping at Kinich's chest proves to be the secret at making him melt even faster; his nipples harden under the tight fabric, making it that much easier to play with them and make your sweetheart arch his back.

Something catches his attention — pointing his gaze down a little, Kinich notices how hard you've become just from a bit of making out. Your pants struggle to contain your excitement, and your lover finds it hard to contain his own now. You notice Kinich staring, and his cheeks heat up at the humiliation of getting caught. “See something you like?” you tease.

His reply is snarky, but the look in his eyes betrays that tone. “You wish.” After that sass, you decide to tease your darling a bit.

Taking your index finger and dragging it down his chest, flicking over one of his nipples in the process, until you reach that big jacket tied around his waist. Your hand dips underneath, reaching further down until… “Ooh, so wet already? Your body can't lie, you know.”

At this, Kinich rolls his eyes, which devolves into his eyes rolling back as you rub your thumb around his slit. His cock twitches in your hand, dribbling precum down his skin. Your tone drops to something more sultry and intimidating as you question Kinich; “You do like what you see. You want to feel relief—to cum and relieve all of that pent up tension—am I right?”

He can only nod his head reluctantly, succumbing to your devious scheme without entirely realizing it. You stroke his cock once and the sickening slick noise that it makes causes Kinich to squirm under your know-it-all gaze. You pretend to think for a second, then offer, “You know, I have a solution that I think we'll both love~”

“I'm not wearing that stupid—”

“JUST hear me out;” you interject, “if you wear that pretty costume for me, I will do whatever you want, you need only give me the order. Sounds like a fair price, doesn't it?”

The gears turn in Kinich's head for a moment, before he lets out a sigh of defeat. “You'll do anything I want?”

“Anything. Your wish is my command.” you reassure.

“This must be some costume if you're willing to give me control just like that.” a faint smirk makes itself onto the saurian hunter's features.

You laugh as the image of the costume comes to mind. “See for yourself — I left it in the drawer over there, in case you changed your mind~”

—

Five minutes later, your beloved emerges from the corner of the room where he went to change into this silly thing. “This is what you're into? Really?”

You take that as your cue to turn around. Immediately, your eyes light up at the glorious view before you: Kinich—in all of his perfection—wearing a blasphemous version of a maid uniform. It's mostly white frills that leave nothing to the imagination, white sheer thigh highs, and a frilly headband. The costume does a wonderful job showing off all of your darling's best assets; like his arm muscles, thighs, and his ass that isn't covered at all at the back of the dress.

Kinich rolls his eyes again as he takes a seat at the end of the bed. Now that he's sitting, his cock pokes up under the tiny skirt, attracting your lustful eye with ease. This does not go unnoticed. “See something you like?” he mocks.

You can only bite your lip as you nod, still staring directly at his boner as it creates a glaring shape, and a darkening spot where his cock is leaking through the frills. Kinich motions for you to come closer, leaving you to stand there in front of him while his confidence rises through the roof at your display of compliance. “Kneel.” you drop to your knees instantly, nearly drooling at the thought of what's to come next.

“Say 'aaah'.” you open your mouth obediently, and watch as Kinich flips the skirt up, revealing his twitching dick. He guides it into your wet mouth, petting your hair while you wrap your lips around his tip and begin to suck. You hum happily around his cock, adjusting to his size as the minutes pass.

Kinich notices you fidgeting restlessly, and offers “You wanna put your hands on me?” you nod and whine around his cock. “Go ahead.” he allows, placing your hands on his thighs so that you can mindlessly rub and squeeze them while you suck him off. Kinich holds the back of your head, and you let your mouth hang open so he can fuck your throat freely. You can't help gagging as he pleasures himself with your mouth, but it's not a bad feeling. You're just happy that you can have someone so amazing in this way.

Even with something filling your mouth, you're still hungry for more. You've let Kinich control the pace until now—until you wrap your arms around the backs of his thighs and hold him still while you suck him silly.

The saurian hunter can't hold in the shameless moan that comes out as he tips his head back, filling up your mouth with his load. “mmMhM! Y-yes-!” Kinich reaches behind him, grabbing the sheets in his fist as he rides out his orgasm by humping your face—all while you leave handprints on his thighs from how hard you've been holding them.

His cock pops out of your mouth, still connected by a string of cum, and you pant as air fills your lungs again. Kinich's vision is blurry, but he can faintly make out your half-lidded eyes as you look up at him, sticking out your tongue to show that you swallowed it all.

“Damn, that was pretty intense. I guess I should wear this more often if it means being rewarded like that.” he smiles, leaning back on one hand and using the other to pet your hair.

“Yeah, you should.” you reply, pushing his chest so that he falls backwards as you stand up. Now you tower over your shaky lover, scanning over his body and savoring every curve and muscle as you do.

Kinich winces when you pull him flush against you by his thighs. “What…?”

“Did you really think I would be satisfied with just that? Please, Kinich, that was only the beginning.” you tease, “There's so much more I want to do to you while you're still wearing this~”

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eleventhhourfactor · 1 month ago

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Factor's Mario Fics

Realized that I wrote quite a few fics between this and Luigi's Mansion. Decided to make a sub-post for them that can be found on my pinned post so that when I do get around to posting stories for other fandoms, it's not a massive wall of text right then and there.

Anyway, here are my stories, with most recently released at the top of the list. I'll be using the tag #factor's mario fics to make it easier to find these as well.

Bowuigi Halloween 2024

Status: In Progress.

A collection of short stories centered around the Koopa King and the plumber we all love to ship so much. No particular order; read them how you wish.

Light Reading for a Dark Evening

Click this link to go straight to AO3.

Status: In Progress.

Fandoms: Super Mario Bros., Sonic the Hedgehog, Mario & Sonic

Amy Rose agrees to a tarot reading for Bowser. Her cards turn up quite a few surprises.

Tarot reading couldn't be done with @jayyydez and the Sonic Wikia Zone.

Prompts: bad luck, run/escape, fortune telling, transformation

Nightmares and Days Dreamed

Click this link to go straight to AO3.

Status: Complete.

Fandoms: Super Mario Bros., Paper Mario Series, Mario & Luigi Series.

A nasty curse threatens an eternity of bad dreams to whoever dares to close their eyes.

While Kammy busies herself with a potion, and Kamek does his best to keep Luigi stable, Bowser takes on the task of keeping him calm from the inside.

Prompts: potions, bewitched

Worth a Shot

Click this link to go straight to AO3.

Status: Complete.

Fandoms: Super Mario Bros., Luigi's Mansion

On the night of his fathers' big Halloween bash, Bowser Jr. summons a ghost in an effort to lift Papa's spirits.

The specter he calls upon has other plans.

Prompts: ghost, scream, summoning, costume party.

Out in the Rain

Status: Complete.

Fandoms: Super Mario Bros., Luigi's Mansion

Luigi's been acting stranger than usual after a visit to E. Gadd's lab. Mario finds out why while they take a walk in the rain.

Written for @lu1g199's Plant Luigi AU, wherein Luigi gets into a bit of a lab accident that leaves him half-plant.

Another Point of View

Status: Complete

Fandom: Super Mario Bros.

After messing with a mysterious artifact, Bowser and Luigi have to seize the day without letting their differences get the best of them.

Done for a Friday the 13th Discord server challenge.

Aftereffects

Status: Complete.

Fandom: Super Mario Bros.

After overcoming a powerful curse, Mario’s left with zero memory of what happened, but plenty of physical reminders that something absolutely did.

Based on @wahooitsamee's Ancient Koopa AU, where Mario's dealing with becoming a half-human, half-Koopa hybrid and the changes and insecurities that come with that.

Part 1: Tarragon, Tails, and Koopa Scales

Click this link to go right to AO3.

It’s been a week and a half since Kamek cast a terrible curse, and Mario’s still having a hard time feeling okay with himself.

What's a kingdom to do except lift his spirits?

Part 2: Literally Lovestruck

TW: sexual content

Click this link to go right to AO3.

It’s been a month since the curse was calmed, but Mario’s still holding Peach out at arm’s length when it comes to bedtime endeavors. What is a Princess to do, then, when her love wakes up feverish and clinging to her for dear life?

Figure out what's going on, of course.

Part 3: Sparks and Butterflies

Click this link to go right to AO3.

Time marches forth for Mario and the Mushroom Kingdom. He's finally marrying the love of his life, getting ready to rule alongside his Princess, and he couldn't feel any better. He's on top of the world and as comfortable as can be with himself.

Then Peach becomes pregnant, and some old fears come roaring back.

Revised on 08/29/2024.

The Fourth and Final Time

Status: Work in progress.

Fandom: Luigi's Mansion

Luigi takes a terminal spill, and Mario has to pick up the pieces.

Written in collaboration with @giddlygoat, originator of the Ghost Luigi AU.

Tumblr posts:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (coming soon)

Enjoy Your Stay at the Last Resort

Status: Complete.

Fandom: Luigi's Mansion

A weeklong stay at a faraway resort would normally be paradise. The idea really loses its appeal when there's ghosts involved.

Post-movie take on a Luigi's Mansion movie, with Luigi teaming up with some unexpected allies to save everyone and trounce the King of the Boos. Loosely based on @profbastard's Syncytium AU.

Off-Hours

Status: Complete.

Fandom: Super Paper Mario

Dimentio's endless interruptions normally keep Team Bleck apart. Throw in some snacks and a bad movie, however, and the jester just might have the stuff to pull them together.

Written for the Super Paper Mario Gift Exchange. Features a work of art by @snakeeyesdraws done for the collaborative nature of the exchange.

#super mario bros #smb #writing #factor's mario fics #elizastjames #my fics #archive of our own #bowuigi halloween 2024

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karizard-ao3 · 1 month ago

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Are there any early drafts or deleted scenes from what we've already read in single parents?

I do indeed! There are so many for the Halloween chapter alone that it would be equivalent to a whole other multi-chapter fic (but shorter) lol.

I'll skip Halloween due to the sheer volume but I'll share some other bits below the page break!

Eren was used to the pang of loneliness that struck him any time Mikasa vacated his general location. He’d suffered through it ever since they were 3rd graders and the girls would sometimes spirit her away at recess to play four square or practice dance routines, paring their usual trio down to a pair. He’d soldiered bravely through the ache in high school when it wasn’t a tutoring day and he had to watch her leave school with one of her other friends while he stayed behind for practice. He’d been kind of a dick about it in middle school, sulking at lunch while she enjoyed her clubs and refusing to speak to her at all. And then there was his 20s, when the pain of her absence became so familiar that he didn’t even realize it still hurt until she’d shown up on Armin’s doorstep and the bruise on his heart winked away.

Eren didn’t like Eduardo, and it had nothing to do with the fact he had been married to Mikasa and everything to do with the fact that he had not appreciated being married to Mikasa. It had been Eren’s opinion from 3rd grade onward that Mikasa Ackerman was wife material and, while the reasons he believed that and his own personal stake in her marital status had changed, the conviction remained. There was some kind of deep and serious flaw inside of Eduardo, and Eren wanted nothing to do with him.

I'll stop after this one, but here is one of the original attempts at the opening chapter! It didn't feel right so I redid it.

He was the first one to arrive, even after he stopped by the supermarket for a bottle of wine. It was strange, he realized as Armin let him in, but they hadn't seen each other in person since before Adri was born. Her mother, Eren's ex-wife, had never wanted to go back to his hometown for the holidays, so they always spent them with her family, who were local. Sometimes his parents came out, sometimes they stayed home and spent the time with his brother, Zeke's, family. As a result, Eren and Armin's friendship had been borne along through the passing years on the backs of various messaging apps.

"It's so good to see you in person!" Armin said, ushering him inside.

"Yeah," said Eren, handing him the bottle he'd brought. "It's weird seeing you outside of Facebook."

Armin's wife, Annie, poked her head out of what Eren assumed was the master bedroom. Her face was only half made up. "What time is it?" she frowned, looking at her phone. "Is my clock off?"

"I'm early," said Eren.

"Ah," she said, giving him a quick once over. "Nice shorts." Then she disappeared back inside the bedroom to finish getting ready.

Eren looked down at his ensemble. "I should have changed out of them," he said.

"No, you look youthful," said Armin, holding back a grin. "Lots of my male students wear those short shorts."

"My niece picked them out," said Eren.

"How old is she now?" Armin asked as he carried the bottle of wine into the kitchen.

Eren followed him. "Thirteen," he said. "She knows everything, yet somehow she's always wrong."

Armin chuckled, setting the wine on the counter. "I'm going to go finish getting the backyard set up. Want to help?"

"Sure," said Eren. "So… do I know anyone coming tonight?"

“Maybe,” said Armin. There was something a little too innocent about his smile. Eren frowned at him as he followed him through the sliding glass door and out into the sun.

“Who’s coming, then?” Eren persisted.

“You’ll see!” said Armin.

Eren cocked his head at him. “Why do I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me?” he said.

Armin's eyes widened into shimmering, guileless orbs. "I'm not keeping anything from you," he said.

He was so full of shit. Eren scowled at him, but Armin just laughed, gesturing for Eren to help him with a folding table. "Don't worry about it," he said.

"Whatever," Eren grumbled. He knew Armin and he was never going to get the truth out of him while he was busy masterminding. He just hoped he didn't have to wait too long to find out what Armin had planned for him.

They finished putting out the food and cups and plates just as Annie emerged, garbed in a roomy summer dress, and began mixing the punch.

"Did you fill the cooler?" she asked Armin.

He snapped his fingers. "I knew I was forgetting something," he said. "I'll go do it."

Just then, the doorbell rang. Annie looked up. "Party time!" she said.

"I'll get it!" said Armin.

"I'll fill the cooler, Annie," said Eren as Armin bustled to welcome their guests. He wasn't quite in the mood to mingle. He really wanted was to go home and hang out with Carla and Adriana.

"Armin can do it," Annie said.

"No, no. You're the hosts. He should entertain your guests," Eren protested, holding up his hands. "Please. Let me do it."

Annie regarded him with a shrewd eye. "Okay," she assented. "Everything is in the garage. Ice in the freezer, beer and soda on the other side of the washing machine."

"Great!" said Eren, giving her a thumbs up and hurrying away as Armin led a pair of chattering couples in to see Annie in the kitchen.

In the dim, cool privacy of the garage, Eren took a moment to shut his eyes and breathe. It had been a long time since he had seen anyone from his youth. He’d skipped his ten-year reunion because Carly had objected to missing a day or two of work to go with him, to being home alone with their small daughter, and to Eren bringing Adriana with him and letting her stay with his parents or brother while he went to see his old classmates and verify that he had not become the biggest loser of the bunch. He kind of thought she just didn’t want him to go to the reunion, so he hadn’t, and now he was wondering if anyone even remembered him anymore. There was only one person he'd want to see from high school, anyway, and she had fallen off the face of the Earth after grad night. She'd left to spend summer abroad and he'd heard from her again. He sighed, locating the empty cooler and moving it next to the fridge so he could fill it with ice. Then found the drinks next to the washer, like Annie had said. There were cases of beer, assorted soft drinks, and hard seltzer. He did his best to fit a balanced selection inside the ice chest, then lifted it up by the handles and hefted it out into the yard. More people had arrived while he was tucked away out of sight. He cast a furtive glance over them, but he didn’t recognize any of them. They must be Armin’s colleagues from the college, and their spouses. Oh, shit, he thought. Was this going to be another one of those evenings where everyone was coupled up but him? This is what he got for getting divorced before any of his friends. He was definitely going to try to cut out of here early if a good reason to stay didn't present itself soon.

He got himself a beer and went to join Armin and the small circle of friends he was laughing with. It was awkward standing there, nodding along as they all talked about people Eren had never met and laughed at jokes that he didn't think were funny. He peeled away from the group, unnoticed, and went to find Annie. She was leaning against the kitchen counter, rubbing her stomach while drinking a diet Coke and scrolling through her phone. She looked up when Eren came in.

"Can I hide out in here for a few minutes?" he said.

Annie gestured for him to pull up a stool. "Not vibing with the professors?" she said.

Eren sat down, resting his elbows on the counter. "Not really. Is the woman Armin wants me to meet from the college?" he asked.

Annie glanced at him. "She teaches there part time," she said.

"What's she like?" said Eren. "What's her name?"

Annie shook her head, pretending to lock her lips together with a key. "I'm sworn to secrecy," she said.

Eren threw his hands in the air. "What is Armin's problem?" he said. "Why is he like this?"

"He thinks it's fun," said Annie.

Eren grumbled. "I don't," he said.

Annie shrugged. "I just like to see him happy," she said, downing the last of her soda. "Okay. Time to resume my hostly duties. You gonna stay in here?"

"No, I'll come with," said Eren, joining her as she rejoined the party. Armin detached himself from the cluster of colleagues he was chatting with and hurried over to kiss her cheek.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Fine," she said, her eyes softening.

"You're sure?" said Armin.

"Stop," she said, patting his cheek. "You're hovering."

"Sorry," said Armin with a sheepish smile.

Eren looked back and forth between them, then narrowed his eyes and inspected Annie's stomach. Her dress was too loose for him to get a good gauge on whether or not it looked any different.

"What are you looking at?" said Annie.

"Nothing," said Eren. "Want me to get you an alcoholic beverage from the cooler? I'm going to get myself a fresh beer."

Annie studied him with a cool eye. "I'm not drinking tonight," she said.

"Right," said Eren.

Interesting.

Eren left them to their other guests and went to the cooler. He considered his drink options before deciding to go ahead and have one of the hard seltzers because they had a grapefruit one and he liked that. Then, he wandered over to the food table to load up a plate with crackers, salami, and cheese. The midsummer sun was starting to go down and it was about Adriana's normal bedtime. He wondered if his mom was even trying to get her into bed at a decent hour tonight, or if he was going to return home to a crabby, strung out three-year-old. Maybe he should just make his excuses and go home now. It didn't seem like the mystery woman Armin had selected for him had arrived yet and he didn't really care enough to wait around to see if she showed up. He looked down at his open can of seltzer. It would take more than two drinks to get him buzzed, but he probably should still give himself a little time before he got behind the wheel, just in case. He had a daughter to raise. Okay, so he'd drink it, follow it up with a soda, wait another half hour or so, then go home. He calculated the time that would take in his head. Goddamnit. He was going to be stuck here forever.

"Ugggggggggh," he groaned, grabbing his plate and turning around to find Armin so he could go wedge his way into whatever circle he was in. But he couldn't see Armin. His entire field of vision was obstructed by a doe-eyed brunette with a wide, toothy grin.

"Eren!" she squealed, throwing her arms around his middle and squeezing all the air out of him. "You magnificent idiot! Armin didn't tell me you were going to be here!"

"Sasha?" he croaked. "Sasha, I can't breathe."

She released him. "Are you in town visiting?" she asked.

Eren shook his head, too busy replenishing his oxygen supply to reply right away. Sasha bounced on her toes, waiting for him to reply. "I moved back with my daughter," he said.

Sasha tilted her head. "What about-?"

"We got divorced," said Eren.

"Oh," said Sasha, sympathy creasing her face. "Why did you split up? Did one of you cheat?”

“Not that I know of,” said Eren, frowning. “But who fucking knows? She didn’t really say why, and I didn’t ask.” His eyes darkened. “I have my opinions on why she left, though.”

“Oh, so she dumped you,” said Sasha, her face drooping even further. “That must sting.”

“Oh my God,” said Annie, walking up just in time to hear that last bit. “You’re so tactless, Sash.”

“Eren doesn’t mind,” said Sasha.

“I kind of do,” said Eren. He didn’t love talking about the end of his marriage, even if he was relieved to be out of it. It had taken him a bit of time to get to that point, and he still felt like an unlovable failure that he hadn’t been able to make it work despite his best efforts to make her happy. It was demoralizing. And it was making him wonder why he’d thought there was any point coming here to meet the woman Armin was trying to set him up with. A sudden thought struck him and his eyes narrowed. Armin wasn’t trying to set him up with Sasha, was he? “Hey, Sasha, you have a husband, right?” said Eren.

“It’s almost our sixth wedding anniversary!” Sasha chirped. “Why?”

“No reason,” said Eren while Annie smirked at him.

“She’s not here yet,” Annie mouthed, reading him like a book. She was so uncanny. Christ.

“Congratulations on being happy and in love, Sasha,” said Eren, doing his best to keep his bitterness in check. Maybe he should slam his seltzer so he could leave earlier.

"Thanks!" said Sasha. "Let me know if you want me to set you up with anyone. I'm trying to find Mikasa a boyfriend right now."

Eren nearly solved his unfinished drink dilemma by almost dropping the can. "Mikasa Ackerman?" he said.

"Our old tutor! Yeah!" said Sasha. "She moved back to town a few years ago."

Eren's heart began to thud in his chest, heat flooding his cheeks. She was single? Like him? She had moved back home? His old high school crush who he had finally worked up the courage to kiss on grad night and then never heard from again? "Is she coming tonight?" he squeaked.

"I don't know," said Sasha. "I'll call her."

"No need. She already texted me she's on her way," Annie grumbled.

"Oh my god," said Eren, wheeling around and going in hunt of Armin. It didn't take him long to find him chatting with a cluster of fellow scholars. Eren grabbed his shoulder and Armin turned to see who was summoning him. All it took was one look at Eren's pink face and the beads of panicked sweat that sparkled on his temples like crystals to ascertain what had happened.

"Goddamn it. It was supposed to be a surprise," said Armin.

"She's really coming," said Eren, covering his mouth with his hand. "I'm going to see her for the first time in thirteen years and I'm wearing fucking short shorts."

"I just told you to make yourself look good," said Armin. "I did not tell you to dress like a hoochie."

"Oh my God," Eren groaned. "Do I look okay otherwise? What if she won't talk to me? She just disappeared off the face of the earth, Armin."

Armin glanced at the sliding glass door behind Eren and waved at whoever was standing there. "Well, she's reappeared," he said. "Hi, Mikasa!"

Eren's heart stopped. Then, a soft, even voice he thought he'd lost to the past answered, "Hi, Armin!"

#ask me things #my asks #answered asks #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #eremika #eremika fanfic #my fanfic #single parents au #bless this mess and other knickknack slogans that mean you're home #bless this mess #deleted scenes

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raviniaraven · 1 year ago

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@eldritchsquared This has made me very happy bc I love my Disaster Man and I gotta make more stuff with him

(Context for everyone else, I put these tags on a thing about OCs:)

This explanation is gonna be kinda long so I'm gonna put it into a ReadMore

So! This is one of my oldest OCs, Dorian Pierce!

I recently redrew him bc I'm hoping to make a short VN game for Halloween about him and another one of my OCs named Sana!

So explaining his story is hella complicated and idk if it makes sense but I'm gonna try! He lives in a town called Lacrymosa, and his initial plot is that he gets these blackout fugue states where he goes out and kills people, then shows back up at his house like "ah hell not again". He ends up in a relationship with my OC Sana, bc when he runs into her the fugue states stop, and only start up again when she's not around for too long. Sana is a sweetheart 100% and doesn't learn about the Murder Tendencies until they've been together for a hella long time, and the initial story I wrote for them revolved around when Dorian gets arrested for the murders, escapes, and while Sana is helping him hide they get into a shootout with police; he dies, she flips out and starts shooting at the people that shot him, and also dies.

That was the initial plan. Then I started fleshing it out more, and his backstory started to incorporate one of my other oldest OCs, Mystere:

This is Mystere! She's a God that's basically responsible for creating 95% of my OCs, as well as the afterlife that became my story focus as I developed more stuff, a place I called Libra; the current overall format of the stories that I'm working on involves a different character named Rayne who is a conduit for other spirit's memories, where she can relive them and repair spiritual damage (also she's Dorian's granddaughter, I'll get to that).

Dorian was originally a sort of guard of Libra, keeping unwanted powers from entering. Think the angels outside of the Garden of Eden, flaming sword and all. He ended up trying to usurp Mystere, and She handily kicked his ass; the scars he's got everywhere are from this Godly Ass-Kicking.

As a punishment for his actions, She made him into a human, and in the process his spirit got kinda scratched up and corrupted, which is what caused the fugue states. Sana has an innate ability to semi-repair damage to spirits, so being around her calms Dorian's fugue states; she doesn't know about this, she's just sweet and likes helping people.

So after their deaths, both Dorian and Sana end up back in Libra as their afterlife. Through rules about spiritual connections based on affection and relationships, they end up creating the spirit of their son, Dante. Dante eventually decides he wants to see what stuff is like outside of Libra, and manages to convince Mystere to make him human (since the process is willing this time, it's not as damaging as it was to Dorian).

Unfortunately, he's kind of an asshole. Dante ends up being a dictator of a place I called Imperi, and does a lot of pretty awful shit, including waging massive wars and experimenting with human augmentations (I have a handful of characters that are the results of these experiments, they're kinda lizard/human hybrids)

Eventually, Dorian and Sana are sent back to the human world for the purpose of trying to stop their dick of a son from destroying everything. They arrive in the middle of a revolution, as Dante is trying to escape Imperi. Sana tries to talk to him about what he's been doing, he says some insulting things to her, and Dorian gets pissed. You know how I mentioned that he used to have a flaming sword? He got it back when they went to stop Dante, and uses the spirit-specific nature of the sword to basically slice Dante's spirit in half.

This leads to Dante becoming Cursed, and I still have to flesh out the details of what that means beyond a change in appearance, but he ends up hiding out in another country I made called Gelia. He mainly wanted to hide out in Gelia bc that's where his ex-wife, Aura, went when the revolution hit Imperi; Aura wants nothing to do with him, but he wanted to stay close to keep an eye on their daughter, Rayne.

Eventually Rayne becomes friends with Dante (she doesn't know it's him, she knows him by the name Damien and she's only seen old photos of Dante). They end up going to help some of Rayne's friends that got stuck on an island where a lot of the lizard hybrids caused by Dante's experimentation ended up, and eventually one of the hybrids recognizes Dante and tries to attack him; Rayne tries to protect him and ends up dying instead, ending up in Libra and meeting her grandparents and a bunch of other related characters.

I have a massive family tree of related characters that end up in Libra, and eventually I'm going to write a good draft of the story I'm planning out of Rayne being a Conduit and experiencing all of their memories and stuff. I think I have some hella old drafts floating around on different fiction sites, but their pretty far from canon now

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to gush about my babies! I hope this made any sort of sense, in my head all this kinda looks like a corkboard full of drawings and red strings

#my ocs #the libra/conduit series of stuff is my most complicated group of ocs #i also have a group of characters that lives in arkham massachusetts that is my other oldest ocs

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mary-is-writing · 2 years ago

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End of the Year Recap – 2022

This has certainly been a year, hasn't it?

In the spirit of this being the last month of the year, I thought about doing a small recap of what this year has been for me in here and my writing. I have famously bad memory (thanks adhd) so I'm probably gonna miss some things here and there, but I'll try my best to remember as much as I can. So, let's go on a trip down memory lane!!

In the beginning - Starting 2022

I had a good start of the year, followed by the breath of fresh air that 2021 was for me. We we're still in quarantine but around March/April we went back to in-person interactions, so there was a lot of moving during those months. Around that time is where the first very important thing of the year happened: I finished draft 2 of The Monsters Only We See, my standalone wip, as well as starting to look for more beta readers. I have to admit, I haven't followed o the whole beta-ing of the wip as I should, but I want to continue it, specially with me continuing the English translation.

I also started said translation roughly after finishing draft 2, and like I said, I haven't been the best at keeping up with it. But I still have time while I look up how to get the money to register it and where/how to share it, mainly digitally but also maybe physically.

A very special month - June 2022

This year's main highlight for sure: on June 9th I finished the first draft of Book 1 of Where Camellias Blossom, my fantasy trilogy. Man I was so happy. This was my second time experiencing finishing a draft (the first one being TMOWS) and there really is something so special to watch a project's phase be complete. It's a mix of the ecstasy of "holy crap I did it!!", a nostalgia for the journey walked and the comfort of a path in the back for finishing it. I think the experience of writing the first draft is unique, it doesn't compare to doing the 2nd or the 3rd.

I started the first draft for Book 2 and I already have notes for changes to draft 2 of Book 1 in order to keep the continuity 😅 so I'm looking forward to both continuing the draft of Book 2 and coming back to work on Book 1.

Guys I think we're getting burnout - July to October 2022

Y'know, in retrospective think I might have wasted all of my energy on finishing the first draft of WCB Book 1. There isn't a lot to say about this months because I didn't do a lot. Most of what I did here was continuing the work with the wips I had, throw there are two important things that happened on October:

1) I finished the 3rd draft of TMOWS. It was easier and I'm very happy with this as the last version. Maybe I'll do some tweaks here and there if I get to have a few more beta readers, but I like the structure and the plot the way they are now.

2) I started Little Shadows, my horror podcast!! I had the idea for it since months ago and decided to do it just in time for spooky season, with it premiering on Halloween. I've been wanting to do something with YouTube for the longest time, and free realizing video essays would take a lot of work that I wasn't willing to put into them, I decided something like this, short format and focused on writing, would be the best option. I'm very happy that I'm doing it and I wanna keep it up, since I have ideas for where the overarching story will go later.

Hoo boi - November 2022

I was very excited for Nanowrimo this year since I wanted to use it to write the 1st draft of Book 2 of WCB, but in the end I barely wrote +4K words. Guys, I was not feeling it at all. It was like all the stress and work for the semester in college suddenly hit me and wouldn't stop hitting me until the month was over, a few days ago. Sadly, Nano was a miss, but not everything was lost:

I finished the first volume of my comic, The Demon in My House. At 129 pages, this little hobby of mine is now long enough to fill a complete volume if I ever printed it, and that makes me so, so proud. I've tried making comics before, short and long format, and this is the first one I feel I can really commit to. I've never done so much for one, and I'm only getting started. The story I have planned for this is really long, so we'll see how many volumes I end up filling, haha. But it also makes me happy and proud cause it shows I can do what I set my mind into, and I hope I get to finish it one day and reread it from begining to end to see the story completed. For now, it's all baby steps towards the next plot point.

And now, at the end - December 2022

If I'm honest, I don't think I'll write a lot this month either. I'll continue drawing for TDIMH, sure, but as for advancing my writing wips... yeah, not happening. This semester was weird and we're gonna finish it on January next year instead of this month, which means I'm gonna have homework for vacations 😩 Plus, I wanna rest. I just. I really wanna rest. And this being the last month of the year is the perfect excuse for it.

Overall, this has been a good year for my writing. A lot of highs and lows, but very much productive. I also wanna appreciate all of you who remained with me this year or that came here for the first time and have decided to walk alongside me. Thank you!! Your interactions and interest have been helping me a lot in not giving up midway with my writing.

Happy holidays, happy soon-to-be new year and happy writing!!

#writeblr #writing #writers #writers stuff #writing stuff #my writing #recap 2022

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kkita · 4 years ago

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♡Bakugou, Midoriya and Shinsou taking care of a drunk S/O♡

Requested by: Anon :)

A/N: Thanks for requesting!

Bakugou Katsuki

—You and Katsuki were invited to Yaomomo's birthday party. "Why the fuck do we have to go to ponytail's birthday party? What are we 12?" He gruffs.

— "Katsuki, Yaoyoruzu's our friend, of course we're going to her party! Plus it'll be like a reunion" you replied as you ushered him to change.

—As you two finished dressing up appropriately, you headed to her big ass mansion, "Y/N! We missed you" you heard Yaoyoruzu squeal as she pulls you to a tight hug.

—Then she dragged you to what seems to be her bar, "Here let's have a drink!" She pushed a shot of liquor to you, you gingerly take it and drink it.

—Then one drink turned into many, Katsuki was beside you the whole day as he didn't want anyone taking advantage of your drunken state.

— "Let's go home shall we? You're looking like a drunkard, and your alcohol tolerance isn't great either" he says as he pulls you out to his car to drive home.

—The car ride was just such a nightmare, you felt like puking, the inside felt hot, you felt hot and wanted to take your clothes off but Katsuki angrily protested, and insisted to wait until you get back home ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

—He took care of you very aggressively tbh, "Stop PukING!1!" Or "yOu NeEd TO lAY DOWN!!", but he still managed to keep it cool and got you to sleep, though you were very clingy and wanted him to cuddle you to sleep.

— "Baka.." he sighed as he brushes your hair out of your face, he lays beside you to sleep.

Midoriya Izuku

—Sweet sweet Izuku, he would be so sweet and caring towards you, "Y/N, isn't that enough drinks for tonight?" He'd ask, wanting to go back home.

— "Izuku, I haven't even started yet~" you said giggling, your face already flushed. He'll let you off for a little bit more but if you start flirting back with the person beside you, he will definitely take you back home.

— "That was so much fun right Izu?" You'd ask, "Most definitely not, that guy was flirting with you the whole night" he'd mumble, "Don't be so jealous Izu-chan~" you'd smile at him, Izuku sighs as he can't argue with you

— "Let's just go back home and watch studio Ghibli movies shall we?" He said, "Sure!" You'd reply

—When the both of you got home, he made sure to run you a short hot bath first to get you changed into new clothes (his clothes). After that, he got you some snacks like chips and candy and some ice cream too!

—He put on 'Spirited Away' since the movie was a favorite between the two of you, you may even have dressed up as Haku and Chihiro for Halloween

— '"Having fun?" He asked, holding you close to him, "Very" you said, sleepily, but after a few minutes in, you fell asleep.

—Izuku admired you for a few seconds before turning off the TV and sleeping next to you.

Shinsou Hitoshi

—Shinsou really needed to get you outta the bar, you were taking shots left and right, someone would offer to buy you a drink and you just couldn't turn it down

—After what it felt like your 100th shot, Shinsou took you to ride back home, but the drunk you just wouldn't keep your hands off of him. You kept feeling his thighs up and down, while he warns you.

— "Don't try to start something you can't finish kitten.." he says, as he takes your hand off his thigh for the 3rd time, but you just whined, "I can handle it Shinsou" you smirked

— "Just wait till we get home" he smiles to himself. But when you did get home, all he heard were soft snores coming from you, chuckling to himself, he lifts you up and takes you out of the car into his house

—He places you to his bed, where you started to slur, "Shinsou~ Are we home?" You asked, he just hummed, "Take my clothes off it's so hot" you complained trying to pry off your clothes.

— "I'll help you Y/N, just stay still" He says, helping you take off your top and bottoms, as he gives you his shirt to wear to sleep.

—The night would just be full of cuddles and running off to the bathroom to puke

☆彡Sen

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