SimplyHer

I write random little fics and stuff! It's not great but I do enjoy doing it! 18+

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I forgot I could draw

Ta-da! It looks a bit rough but an idea was formed and that idea was made😋

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dude I absolutely LOVE how you characterize August so well your fics are such a good read, thank you for the food and I hope you have an amazing day! please get the rest you need <3

Thank you! I try to go off his characteristics as best as possible and have an amazing day yourself!

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Lenny

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I don't think I've ever posted any of my Lenny fanart, but there's a first for everything.. muahahaha...

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August as a father HC! Realistic (to me at least) and non-realistic! +Some toxic relationship HC!

Disclaimer; Mentions of subtle abuse, manipulation and degradation

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* after you’ve given birth to your child he still stops by, a lot more though but mainly just to ogle at your swollen breasts(freak)

* When you ask him to take care of HIS child he mainly says no, but if you force him he’ll reluctantly say yes

* Don’t be fooled though, he’s doing the bare minimum. He’ll only really be there if the baby is about to do something stupid or dangerous.

* He often forgets to feed his own child, so most of the time you’ll come home to a crying baby and a no where to be seen baby daddy.

* Now he wouldn’t be completely dense with children, sometimes he’ll watch you take care of the baby then attempt to mimic it(he gives up as soon as the baby starts crying)

* A lot of the time he’ll fall asleep when he’s watching the baby.

* Sometimes at night when you finally get your baby to sleep he’ll come up behind you and grope/ hold your breasts, mumbling about how they fit perfectly in his hands or how they spill out(depending on your size)

* He gets going at the sight of how tired and exhausted you look.(often tries to initiate sex but you mainly shut it down)

* He hopes to get you pregnant AGAIN.(he probably has a breeding kink idfk)

NR;

* When you’re extremely exhausted from work sometimes you’ll come home to a clean house and a sleeping baby, with August waiting for you.(He’ll sometimes cook!)

* Speaking of cooking I feel like he’d either be a HORRIBLE cook OR an amazing cook like Gordon Ramsay type shit.

* He’ll often tuck you into bed and take care of everything else if you’ve accidentally fallen asleep

* Horrible at doing laundry specifically.

* He tries to stop smoking as much around his baby(awe)

* Still loves your breasts. Still as freaky

* I feel like he’d love slow dancing with you! Like some Frank Sinatra in the background why he holds your waist.

Now I feel like he’d still be toxic .. so TOXIC RELATIONSHIP HEAD CANONS.

* If you ever threaten to “leave him” or actually start taking your pills he threats to end himself

* Casually hits you, not punching but more like slapping, pushing etc. (still abuse twinny)

* Has carved your initial into his skin vice versa. An A is in your thigh bc of him

* Manipulation. 100%.

* Gaslighting too tbh, i feel like he’s more psychologically abusive.

* Has definitely killed you when you’ve pissed him off.(you can respawn you’re fine!)

* He’s literally pulled some yandere shit before.

* You’ve gotten your co-workers HAND in the mail before. You already knew who did it.

* I feel like he’d make comments about your appearance, “You know I only like you because no one else could stand that face/body” kinda stuff

* But then would turn around and WORSHIP you like bro pick a side💔🥀

A/N; please don’t come at me😭 these are my head canons. Anyways i randomly had this idea at 10:40 at night so i just had to, NOT PROOFREAD.

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August x reader! Part two

Disclaimer; Reader is female, mentions of pregnancy, slight violence, mentions of nausea and vomiting, August could care LESS that you’re carrying his child💔

A/N; sorry if this is lwk buns bro I kinda rushed it 🥀

It had been only a few days since the incident, you kept taking your pills, a lot more consistently this time. Desperately trying to avoid the inevitable, but you just couldn’t. You had slipped up due to habit and now he was back, and with questions. You hadn’t realized you forgot, the air was calm and you were able to plan for the future. Then, you felt it. The same familiar arms around you, the same blade at your throat. But this time, there was more at stake. You tried to act fast, but he moved before you could, slapping the pills away. Now desperate you pushed at his arms but it was never any use. Not now, not ever in the past. The blade now was digging into your skin now, barely hard enough to draw blood but you couldn’t help but panic more. Your skin was tickled as his face lowered to be right next to yours. Through your peripheral you could see that same smile that used to charm you just enough to let your guard down, though the same couldn’t be said for the current moment.

A deep laugh erupted from his throat,

“You really thought you could get rid of me? You’ll never get rid of me.” His tone was playful, but you could sense the intensity that was underlying his words. He pushed the blade deeper, getting close to any important artery that lay in your throat, but then he stopped as the first drops started to trickle.

“You’re a pathetic excuse of a person.” Suddenly, he disappeared. Just like that. That was the first time you actually feared what he’d do to you. Because, even though you knew you could respawn, you didn’t know if that was true for others.

This time you set reminds for the pills, making sure you’d take them. You couldn’t risk another slip up like that again. Except this morning, see you had to take them twice a day, in the morning then again in the afternoon. But upon waking up you noticed that you only had one left, just one that was only enough for the morning. So you made a quick call to your local pharmacy, after assessing the medication, the earliest refill that was available for pick-up was tomorrow. You argued on the phone for a bit, but it led to nowhere. So you had to swallow down the inevitable that you tried so hard to avoid.

12:53 - You stared at the clock that was on your wall, then you felt it.

Nausea.

You ran to the bathroom, before you vomited into the toilet. You hadn’t ate anything bad but it was common in the first trimester. Only a month and a half along, but luckily a bump hadn’t fully formed enough to be noticeable. As you thought, it hit again. Before you knew it you were over the toilet vomiting was you had for lunch.

Your arms were now rested on the toilet seat, head hanging into the bowl as your arm lifted to weakly flush the toilet. Only moving your head so the water wouldn’t splash your face. As you turned your eyes lingered on the trash can, where you saw a sliver of the positive pregnancy test.

You spent the next hour crying over it.

When the tears stopped, you stood. As you trotted uncomfortably through the doorway you were met with the stench of cigarette. Upon looking up you saw him.

“Food poisoning?” He asked, not even caring to look at you.

“Yeah. Food-.. poisoning..” You replied unsure.

“Yikes. And you cry over that?” He laughed, a genuine laugh. “You really are pathetic!”

You only stared at him, thoughts running wild.

This was the man who was supposed to take care of you? Of your children? The man who promised to change just to have a chance to make things right? The man who managed to already complete his stupid dream. You hated yourself for it, hated yourself for letting him in that night, for letting him have his way with just for a small dopamine rush. You were smarter than that or so you thought, and now he just stands there laughing at the symptoms you’re experiencing because you couldn’t take your pills that day.

As he stopped laughing his eyes gazed behind you, the pink tip of the test catching his eye.

“What’s that..-“ His voiced lowered, and before you could stop him he roughly pushed you out of the way. You watched in terror as dropped to his knees rummaging through your trash. You watched as he pulled out that piece of plastic that held the answer to your future, watched as he examined it, watched as his shoulders tensed.

“How long?” He demanded, his tone empty.

“…” Your mouth opened but you couldn’t breathe right, and nothing came out. His head turned to stare at your face. His eyes were bloodshot, with that unsightly view of blood rimming his eyes.

Instead of answering you ran, you could hear August yelling after you as your body managed to fit in a small closet in your room.

“Baby! Please.. please come out.. I just want to talk.. we can sit down.. I can be your man.. I can help! Just.. come out..” His voice had that same sickly sweet tone as before.

Then the pleading got more desperate.. more violent.

“You can’t escape me forever. You won’t be able to hide every time you see me. Come out now. Before I find you myself.” His words only encouraged you to stay quieter. His sudden silence made your body tense. You couldn’t hear his hefty footsteps anymore.

“Found you baby..” You heard right before the door to the closet opened, there stood August looking right down at you before he grabbed you roughly by your shoulder, his thumb digging your collarbone. Your body was thrown out of the closet, landing roughly onto the floor. Yelping in pain as he walked over, crouching down to your level before his hand snaked behind your head, gripping your hair as he yanked your head back.

“You should’ve come out.” He sighed out with fake pity. “Why didn’t you just tell me? Hmm?” His hand abruptly let go, letting your head slam into the ground. You winced violently as you desperately tried to crawl away.

“Uh-uh, I’m not done yet.” You could feel as his hand grip your ankle, dragging you along the floor. Then he stopped, until he tossed your now limping body onto the couch. As you landed he crawled over you, laying his head onto your stomach.

“Tsk-Tsk.. hiding such things from me? You should know better than to be so stupid. Because now..” He stopped before turning his head up to look at you. That sinister smile wider than ever.

“You’re mine.. mine for me to hold.. mine for me to have. Forever.. and ever.. and ever…”

Then your vision blacked out. The last thing you saw was his smug grin. Guess the pain and stress was too much.

Random Mention; He danced with your passed out body that night, humming over and over to “You Are My Destiny” Like a madman. Teehee.(I’m going insane bro🫩)

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Extra A/N; I’m probably gonna write a part three? In the future but I’m NOT going to write non-con or smth so don’t even ask about it big dawg💔

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What should I write about next?

Continue the august fic

Lenny(The obsessed)

Publish that knocker fic ho

Remaining time: 1 day 23 hours

EDIT! The poll will still be up but for now i’m gonna focus on the CURRENT lead, when this poll finishes I’ll either work on the final winner or if it stays the same, the second place winner!!🗣️🗣️🗣️

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August x Reader (The Man from the Shadow)

Disclaimer: Reader is implied to be female(mostly end part tbh).

A/N; Tell me if I should continue this or not or which other things I should write about! (also i am working on a Knocker series for funsies)

You and august had a pretty straight forward relationship, odd but you both found a routine in it. You’d “forget” your pills and he’d conveniently be there already waiting with that sinister smile. He’d watch your day carefully, making sure that he didn’t miss a single detail. August knew that you’d respawn so, he naturally went crazy. Pulling up as you’re attending your crops, or whilst you cook. Yet, you’ve gotten pretty used to it, there were times where he wasn’t violent. Where he would sit there with you, watching, listening to how you function. For a man that kills you for fun, he was somewhat.. domestic. 

Your conversations were often short but on point. So you knew a little about him, being able to know what he liked and what he didn’t was pretty useful. As the days passed he grew more comfortable around you, killing you less but the random torturing continued. (He just loved seeing you scared) He’d observe how you take care of others, your compassion and generosity. He started to crave that for himself. 

It was little things, lingering longer, making sure he kept you distracted from your pills, asking for your help. It was off but you didn’t necessarily mind it. It wasn’t until he was sat next to you, a cigarette hanging from his lips barely emitting any light. Legs spread just barely to see the muscles in his thighs flex, arms on the back of your couch as if he owned it. You though, were sat next to him, head on his chest as his arm was wrapped around you, his other arm staying on the back of the couch. It was weird, how you were on him, so calmly after not even an hour ago he had a knife to your throat. 

“You seem like a natural.” He murmured, his deep voice disrupting your thoughts.

“Natural..? At what?” You responded, your tone confused.

“With children, today you seemed.. happy.” He paused. “Do children bring you joy?” 

You laughed lightly, stopping with a sigh “yeah, they do. They’re so sweet it’s impossible not to feel joy around someone so.. free and whimsical..” August only grunted. His body flexing uncomfortably. 

“would you, ever have children.. of your own?” The air in the room got thicker and suddenly you became aware of his intentions, slowly but surely.

“August.. what do you mean” Your voice was firm, and you pushed yourself to sit upright. Staring directly at his face where his cigarette now was almost completely burned out.

“Answer the question-“

“No.” August turned to look at you, his face conveying shock as he was cut off. 

“Why not? If kids make you so happy why not have them?” 

“Have them with whom exactly?” 

August paused, his eyes avoiding yours.

“Me.” He managed to choke out.

“No. No way.” Your expression was now of displeasure, almost disgust.

“Why not?!” August snapped, his cigarette falling to his lap as he yelled.

“Because! You can’t possibly help me raise a kid. You’re too busy plotting how to kill me!”

“I can change! I can change.. for us. Always.” The way he stared made you feel small, like you should comply. But you simply couldn’t.

“We have a simple dynamic. You kill me, I let you. Then share some random time doing who knows what. You’re too stuck in your ways August. You’ll never change.” Your breathed had slowed just a bit but, his quickened. 

“Really? Too stuck, in my ways? Are you KIDDING me?” As his voice rose so did his body, that cigarette falling one last time to the ground.

“I’ve changed so MUCH for you. Just for you to reject it? To reject ME? That’s not how it goes.” 

Your neck was cranked back, the way his body loomed over yours made a pit form in your stomach. Yet he continued. 

“I’ve been trying to make you happy. To comply with how you live and yet, the idea of having a family with me suddenly seems impossible?” He paused now laughing, uncontrollably, uncomfortably. His head tilted back as he rubbed his face harshly. 

“Why don’t you love me? Why are you-“ His arms crashed down, both on either side of your head, gripping the armrest behind you. His eyes were bloodshot, pupils as small as could be, a crazed look plastered on his face. 

“SCARED of me? I wont hurt you.. i promise…” His toned changed, it was so sickly sweet like a man on his knees. 

“I promise..” He chanted over and over, as his body slowly crushed yours, his weight slowly dropping onto you. You could smell the cigarette smoke that clung to his body. 

“I promise.” His voice changed, the pleading was gone, replaced by a harsh cold exterior. That’s when you saw it, the shine of a stainless steel knife glimmering from his pocket as he reached for it. 

But you were quicker, being able to reach the bottle of pills before downing a few.

Then suddenly, the weight was gone. The threat had disappeared, along with his intentions. 

You sat there that entire night. Alone thinking about what he said.

You were set on your opinion.

A man like that, could never be a father. 

At least, not for your children.

The ones already growing inside of you.

He didn’t need to know that he already was a father.