#simp party

[ann1-wr1tes]

Vincent Smith NSFW Alphabet

Dynamics: Vincent Smith x Fem!Reader

Tags: @cyberp-1-nk

Synopsis: Spicy Alphabet

Warnings: Oc stuff, Adult themes, obviously smut, tread with caution.

A/N: Since i'm doing spicy alphabets I decided to do some for my bbgs (aka my ocs). Honestly don't really expect anyone to be interested in my oc stuff lol, so this is pretty self indulegent-

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

-Very caring, very attentive. Vince won't even let you worry about him until he's done worrying over you. This man always likes to take a moment to hold you, kiss all over your body and whisper hushed praises and compliments. Then he'll pick you up and run you a nice warm bath with salts and those really good smelling candles. If you're extra lucky he may take the time to get in with you or he might do that one thing where he reads to you while you just chill in the bath.....inspo from this

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-His favorite part on his partner's body would be the eyes. He just adores watching his partner's eyes light up with excitement or cloud with lust, there's just something so deep and intimate about it. Oh and he also loves boobs.

-On himself he likes his chest the best, his pecs in particular. He knows he's got some muscle there. Not to mention he's got nipple piercings. Just saying. He also likes his voice. Is husky and deep and has that thick southern drawl to it...

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

-When Vince cums its thick, warm, and a lot. To say the least. He really prefers cumming inside his partner. It just feels a lot better than pulling out and he secretly wishes he had a family....ofc if you don't want kids he understands

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

-Vince really wants someone to just cover up all his scars with hickies and marks. His scars that cover his entire torso have always been a huge insecurity of his but if someone were to leave scratches down his back, kiss marks and hickies on his chest and stomach, enough to cover up all the marks from his past, he might feel better about them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

-Pretty experienced. He had his fair share of hook-ups in college and definitely knows what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

-One of his favorite positions is face-off. He loves how close it, having his partner in his lap while he gets to slowly fuck them. Or of course he always enjoys cuddle fucking. Early in the morning or super late at night when he's too tired to do much but he's still pent up enough to have sex.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

-He can be a little humorous. He might poke a little fun at you here and there but when it comes down to it he's pretty serious. He's so set on making his partner and himself feel as good as possible.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

-Incredibly clean. He takes pride in being well groomed and he just prefers to stay clean shaven down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

-He can be very intimate. He doesn't just sleep with anyone and due to his insecurities with his scars, he is not one to go around and just fuck anybody. So when he does sleep with someone it's very intimate. We're talking intertwined hands, deep and passionate kisses and love filled gazes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

-I honestly don't think Vince has that much time to really rub one out due to his work and how busy he is, but he does so every once in a while. When he does it's less out of pleasure and more so out of the need to just get that stress relief.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

-Definitely has a slight breeding kink and is really into praise (giving and receiving). Also you could always just play with his chest. (mess with his piercings and see what happens)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

-Won't ever do anything in public. He is not one for taking any risks and certainly does not want anyone seeing him or his partner in the act. So he'll always be happy in his bed or in his cabin where it's just him and his partner.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

-Kiss his neck, maybe suck on his piercings a little bit, run your fingers through his hair. But also call him a "pretty boy" that will really get him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

-He refuses to do anything that could harm his partner. No choking, no usage of guns or knives, he's even a little apprehensive when it comes to spanking/hitting. He just doesn't want to cause his partner any physical harm.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

-Absolutely prefers to give. He could spend hours between his partner's thighs, licking and sucking. It's one of his favorite things to do and he is one of those guys that would beg you to sit on his face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

-Usually his pace is slow and sensual. He wants you to feel every part of him, feel every touch and every graze of his lips. He really likes to take his time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

-Not huge into quickies. He'd rather have all the time in the world with you than rush it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

-Nope. Not a huge risk taker either. He prefers to be safe and comfortable.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

-Vince is more on the tired side usually but I think he could last a few rounds. Then maybe some after he rests for a little while.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He himself doesn't own toys but if he partner owned any or wanted to use any on him he'd be open. He'd probably be most willing to try a vibrating cock ring or something along those lines...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-Not really a big tease. Unless of course you are a brat, then he'll be more than happy to put you in your place.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

-He's honestly too tired to care about how loud he is so he's pretty vocal. It usually starts out with slurred words and mumbled praises then turns into raspy moans and pants. He gets louder the closer he is to cumming.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

-If you take the time to trace and kiss his scars, he'd do the same. He wouldn't ask about what happened unless you want to tell but he'll lay there, tracing and kissing over all your marks and scars lovingly.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

-More longer than it is thick and has a few prominent veins running on the underside of his shaft. When he's aroused his tip turns a pretty pink.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

-Honestly, pretty high. He tries to ignore it but there's a reason he wakes up in the middle of the night hard as a rock.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

-He will always make sure to stay awake long enough to make sure his partner is asleep. Might be him being paranoid but he just wants to make sure everything stays safe and that his partner is comfortable before he succumbs to sleep.

#ocs #i love ocs #vincent smith #vince my bbg #oc smut #simp party my beloved #simp party #simp party smut

[ann1-the-s1mp]

The Silent Treatment

Synopsis: Knives decides to leave with Anni and Ant for night out without telling Hoodie, when she returns back Hoodie is pissed by things take a turn...

Warnings: NSFW, Adult themes, blowjobs, not so nice language, NOT PROOFREAD

Word Count: 3,309

A/N: No comment.

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"Oh come on, don't be such a pussy." Anni chides as she grabs Knives' arm and pulls her along. Anni's nagging and begs seemed to have gotten to Knives as they both made their way to Antonio who was waiting for the both of them at the mansions entrance.

A little smile makes its way onto Antonio's face when he catches sight of Knives. After all Anni promised to bring her but Knives seemed hesitant in leaving.

"But Hoodie might get upset…he doesn't like it when I leave without telling hi-" Knives says but is quickly interrupted by Anni.

"Fuck that asshole." Anni scowls. "You should come out with us and have some decent fun for once. Unless of course you'd rather hand out with him than me and Ant…" Anni fakes a sigh and frowns at Knives.

Knives gives her a look that portrays slight annoyance and it doesn't take long for Anni's facade to erupt into little giggles as Knives rolls her eyes at the girl in exasperation.

"And what would Masky think?" Knives narrows her eyes at the girl, knowing that Masky has a tendency to get a tad bit abusive when Anni stepped out of line.

Instead of heeding Knives' warning, Anni shrugs it off and waves her comment off.

"Yeah, that chainsmoking bastard can cry about it for all I care." Anni scoffs. She continues to walk Knives towards the two big double doors and stops in front of Antonio.

Antonio greets Anni with a teasing sneer to which Anni responds back with just the same thing. When he turns to Knives he's sure to smile. He had noticed her from the beginning of her coming to the mansion and he had kept an eye on her ever since. He realized straight off the bat from meeting her that she was not someone he needed to flirt with. In fact flirting got nowhere. Every time he said some nasty pick-up line or flirtatious remark she'd shoot him a look of confusion. She was as dense as a brick wall.

Talking to her more, he came to realize that she was more wholesome than he had first thought. She was a beautiful girl, it was only right of him to assume that she had been with some guys in the past but as soon as she mentioned that she was saving herself for someone special, he felt endeared to her almost.

Now he finally got the opportunity to hang around her more and he was understandably excited.

"Where are we going?" Knives asks, looking at both of them.

"There's a club in the underworld that's pretty fun, figured we could screw around there for a little bit." Antonio shrugs, trying to look all nonchalant and cool.

"Or maybe Antonio just wants to whore around with all the demon women he meets…" Anni chimes in with a grin.

Antonio frowns slightly and his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. "That's not at all what I wanted to do, thank you very much."

Knives laughs it off and pats Antonio's shoulder.

"Anni, stop being such an ass. We can go…" Knives smiles. Though she had a feeling that Hoodie would be pissed at her when she comes back.

Despite her worries she walks with Antonio and Anni as Ant leads them all into the Underworld. Getting there was a little adventure in itself. For one to break out of the Operators realm and into the Underworld, you had to have something demonic or special about you that allows you to break through the barrier between private realms and the Undercity.

Walking over to a thick tree, with a gaping hole in the middle, Antonio raises his hand and utters something under his breath. Suddenly a flicker of light sprouts out from the tree and then forms a portal. The trick with portals was that you had to be thinking about where you wanted to go while summoning, getting distracted could have you ending up in a completely different universe if you were unlucky enough.

As the entirety of the portal sprouts out from around Antonio's hands on the other side, they could all see the familiar bright lights of the Undercity flashing back at them and a big flashing sign that obnoxiously pointed to the entrance of a club.

Pulling his hand away Antonio steps through the portal and ends up on the other side. Knives and Anni do the same thing and they all end up standing in front of the club. They could all hear pounding music and could almost smell all sorts of illegal substances drifting out of the place.

"Forget about Hoodie, lets just have some fun." Antonio grins.

Back at the mansion Hoodie was pissed. No. Past pissed. He was angry at Knives for just leaving and upon speaking with Masky he found that Anni had left too. He knew that girl was a bad influence on Knives.

#ocs #oc time #simp party my beloved #simp party #knives my beloved #knives and hoodie hours #simp party smut

[cyberp-1-nk]

[ Ladies man. || simp party. ]

A/N: Nina/Clockwork are a little out of character. Just because I thought it would be funny asf..

WARNINGS: None!

TAGS: @insane-horror-movie-addict owns Anni, @cheesefanboy2

WORD COUNT: 1,930

A crowd of succubi and female demonics surrounded this poor unfortunate man, who had been simply trying to do his job. The crowd of women followed him around relentlessly, they screamed and begged him for his number— even going as far as to fight over him. Douglas, of course, was infamous for having fangirls practically glued to his hip wherever he went. And having a job didn’t change that in the slightest. In fact, his fangirls, especially succubi in particular, seemed to go up and above their way to spend time with Douglas, even when he had no idea who they were.

"Excuse me, but I'm looking for a girl—" Doug attempted to get a word in, before being furiously interrupted by the crowd of women screaming and throwing money at him— some of them even throwing themselves at him.

"Take your shirt off!"

"Can I have your number?"

"I'll give you a real good time~" 

"Please— let me buy you a drink!"

"Are you free tonight?"

Doug's eyes examined them in extreme disbelief as they all screamed and screeched over him— the absolute last straw was when a random women's shirt got thrown to his face, as one of the fangirls started to shed herself of her clothes. He angrily tugged the shirt off of his face, and threw it to the ground— Doug shook his leg, in an effort to get one of the fangirls to let go, but the woman's grip only tightened around his leg. 

Looking for his boss's daughter was an absolute pain in the ass— he constantly got bombarded by random fangirls on the streets of the under-realm, he swore, these women were just a whole different species— well, technically they were, but that wasn't the point. He roughly stuffed his fingerless–gloved hands into his pockets, letting out a sigh of exasperation, "I don't get paid enough for this.." 

Doug brought his hand up over his shoulder in a weak wave, cocking his head in a rough nod and stepping away from the women who continued to scream. He walked down the sidewalk, dodging a few girls along his journey in returning to his truck. The driver's door creaked open and he stepped in the black colored truck, staring at the picture in his hands of Ophelia— the girl he was forced to search for. A gruff sound of annoyance emerged from his throat, he tossed the picture down on the seat and started the groggy, roaring engine of his trusty truck. He shoved the stick shift into first gear, taking off.

The scratchy seat poked at his legs and he shoved the key into the ignition, twisting it to start the engine. But it refused. The engine turned over a couple clicks and finally started, taking a few seconds to actually gather enough power to drive. Douglas sighed to himself and rubbed his head; he couldn't wait until he had enough money to buy a new car or at least get someone to fix it— honestly though, he would probably fix it himself once he had the chance to stop somewhere.

He found his way on the small road leading to…somewhere new. He passed through the forest and the little downtown area on the lake, this place kinda seemed incredibly reserved. This was a beautiful forest, and it was one of the only benefits of having this particular job.

His eyes finally locked onto the driveway of an incredibly large mansion, with cabins littered across the field in the middle of the forest. With a turn of the wheel, he pressed on the breaks and came to a stop. Grabbing his bag he stepped out of the rusty car and walked to the front door of the mansion, knocking at the unnecessarily large door— he swore, it looked to be about 20 ft in length. The door instantly swung open,

"Hey, uhm, I was wondering if—"

"Holy shit.." Nina interrupted him instantly, her jaw tightening as she dryly swallowed, eyes widened as she flirtatiously traced his form. Nina didn't realize that her lips were parted in slight awe as her staring was longer than she intended. "Wow…okay— who owns him? Is it you Clockwork? Because you fucking scored!" 

Before he had a chance to interject, Clockwork peeked her head out to get a chance to examine this stranger— her lips pulling into a smirk. 

"No way, somebody this hot is here for business— all of Slenderman's henchmen are ugly as fuck. What are you here for?" Doug's eyes moved back to her face as her words finally reached his ears, and being knocked from his thoughts, he finally muscled out words that rolled off his tongue awkwardly.

"As I was saying, I was wondering if I could—"

"Who's at the door?" Anni interrupted, pushing past the two girls to get a good look at him— tilting her head at him. He watched her eyebrow raise and her hands grip onto her curved hips, staring at him as her brown eyes narrowed, as if to ask him why he's here. Doug straightened his posture and tugged involuntarily at his sleeveless shirt, dryly swallowing as he got slightly intimidated by the much shorter woman.

"I was just wondering if any of you saw this girl," He finally had a chance to speak. He passed over the most recent picture of Ophelia, a pair of dark brown, apple colored eyes staring back from the picture; fear slowly veiling themselves from her fight-or-flight response. In the photograph, she wore a small black tank top that sucked against her pale skin, exposing a couple inches of her tight lower belly. It was strange— in every picture Fang was featured in, she was either scared or depressed looking.

"You're looking for Fang. She lives here, she's just having a little alone time." 

"Fang?" That word struck him hard and the confusion in his eyes made Anni smirk. He had never seen this woman before, not even in the past couple years that he was forced to spend with Ophelia— to be completely honest, he didn't even know Ophelia had friends. And why did they call her Fang? Was it some type of cover name that Ophelia came up with? Strange. Doug heard the heel of her boot clad against the floor as she stepped back,

"She should be back soon. You don't talk much, do you?" The woman mused with another smile, stepping towards him and stopping a few feet away. Doug shook his head and spun his finger around his ear,

"Nah just… trying to wrap my mind round all this." She shoved her hands into her back pockets and studied his features briefly, leaning back and balancing on the heels of her boots. Tilting her head, she stared into his blue eyes curiously,

"What's your name?"

"Douglas. Call me Doug." She extended her hand towards him with tenderness and welcoming. With slight hesitation, he took her hand in his, feeling her hand tighten in his grasp. It didn't tighten with friendliness this time, but that of insecurity and uncertainty.

"Anni." Her voice wavered in Doug's ears and once their hands split from each other, her demeanor changed back in the sliver of a second. 

Doug rubbed the back of his neck nervously,

"Well, Anni, while I'm waiting for her— can I use your garage? I need to fix my truck real quick— got my own tools and everything." 

"I don't see no harm in it," Anni shrugged, her face turning into a stoic expression once again as she crossed her arms— while the two girls behind her were mumbling about how hot this random stranger was. For the first time today, a smile found itself carving on his face.

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Doug sighed , grabbing a few ratchets, screwdrivers, and socket wrenches from the large tool box. Yanking up the hood on the large truck in the incredibly massive garage, he propped it up with the hood rod. He saw the hole in the radiator in which it blew and quickly grabbed an oil pan, crawling under the truck and placing it under the engine. Reaching up, he twisted the cap to the radiator fluid and moved his head quickly as the green liquid began to drain into the pan.

Standing back to his feet, he wiped his forehead of the sweat already forming out of the hot morning. The sun was already high in the sky and Doug forgot to check the time before he left his truck.

As the radiator fluid drained, Doug easily swapped out the spark plugs, cap, and rotor to ensure a clean tune-up on the old truck. Grabbing a socket wrench, he checked the fluid and saw that it was no longer draining and took to the old rusted radiator. Back and forth the socket wrench clicked until the bolt came out, Doug moving onto the other bolts and finally yanking out the old radiator. He walked out into the blazing sunlight of the summer day, tossing the radiator into his old junk truck to be taken to a junkyard later on.

He lost himself in southern rock music and the hard work of a vehicle mechanic. Hours rolled by as he moved from the radiator to the engine, stripping off parts to make sure they didn't need to be replaced. The hot air got the best of him and he couldn't resist stripping off his shirt and tossing it on a wooden chair. His muscles contorted under his skin as he moved them about, yanking at engine parts and getting oil all over himself in the process, "Shit.." he muttered quietly, slightly coating his carved muscles in oil. He groaned but from slight annoyance and exhaustion. 

He stretched his thick shoulders and stepped back from the truck, looking over to see Anni hovering over a small ice-cooler. The small woman seemed to be in trance— a slight hue of blush coating her cheeks as she watched him. She shook her head, leaning up and tossed him a beer, Doug catching the cold bottle flawlessly. His fingers twisted off the cap and the cold alcohol seeped into his tongue with much needed liberation.

"Why's it gotta be so damn hot?" Doug asked before taking another swig and running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. Anni took a few chugs of her beer, downing half of it in only a few large drinks, as a red-hot blush continued to burn furiously— she ended up gulping it so fast that she started to choke.

"Why do you have to be so damn hot—?" Nina interjected, before Anni effortlessly threw a filled-can of beer at her. She instantly got knocked to the ground with a loud stumbling fall, Nina muttered a small 'worth it' before running off. Anni smirked at Nina finally running off, even if she continued to choke on literal air.

"Geez— slow down, sweetheart. The drink isn't going anywhere," Anni continued to cough furiously when he said that, finally clearing her throat and gaining some much needed breaths of fresh air. 

She tilted her head at the thought of the man that was currently infront of her. Douglas. He seemed sweet in her eyes and he was the first man out of a handful that didn't seem to stare at her in the same matter the others did. He was a bit hesitant to engage in conversation, but maybe he was just shy around girls? A lot of men are.

Doug chewed on his lip and narrowed his eyes as she gave a quick smile. He hummed a chuckle in his throat and couldn't help but smirk unknowingly to himself as she continued to clear her throat. She scratched the back of her head and shifted uncomfortably in her boots. With an amused sigh, the man infront of her grabbed a wrench and continued to work. He cleared his throat and stepped out from behind the truck, gripping his pair of fingerless gloves tightly behind his back with both hands as he stretched slightly, sliding himself back underneath the truck.

Damn. He was hot.

#simp party #simp party my beloved #anni my beloved #doug kinda fine ngl #oh my lawd #*screams* #anni and doug possible ship? maybe

[cheesefanboy2]

I am requesting general Anni and Elias hc's! Gimme your thoughts!

General Anni and Evan hcs

Note: Don't think I told you this, but I changed his name to Evan so people stop getting confused lol. This was fun to make, feel free to send me writing ideas for the two.

♤ Anni and Evan are both insomniac messes tbh. Their eyes are both sunken, while they tiredly try to complete missions. They absolutely struggle from the lack of sleep. 

♤ The funny thing about it is, Anni is always scolding him for not getting enough sleep- even if she got like eight minutes of sleep.

♤ They definitely chug coffee and probably have broken the coffee machine at this point. Caffeine is a number one priority, their mission is the second.

♤ They get along well because of how similar their personalities are, they're both just done with everyone's weird ass bullshit and watch drama unfold. 

♤ They definitely have similar taste in music, and just blast it in the car. They hog the aux and Varrick probably gets annoyed, because it's just constant loop of, "Okay just let me play this one last song–"

♤ Evan records videos of people while they're drunk, and sends the to Anni so she can have blackmail on people. This is definitely canon.

♤ Both of them are usually the mature and level-headed ones, but at times, Anni gets mischievous and Evan DEFINITELY joins in. They secretly instigate a lot of fights and it's so funny because nobody blames them.

♤ Anni is probably the only one that Evan listens to music with, because she isn't loud or constantly trying to change the song. They just vibe really well together.

♤ Since Evan still lives in the human world, he usually updates Anni on all the major things that happen and even drives her to new places she's never got the chance to see.

♤ He lost a bet with her once, and it resulted in him having to get a new tattoo of HER choice. He was not happy at first, but he became amused when he saw what she chose.

♤ Has gotten Cassie her own pair of cute, pink, Hello Kitty headphones and Anni was very pleased. 

♤ Evan has a little sister that favors Anni more than him, he's gotten very salty about that. But ultimately, finds it very amusing. 

♤ Anni is probably the only one who laughs at his shitty ass jokes. Whenever he awkwardly cracks one, she will be the only one laughing while everyone else is groaning and rolling their eyes at him. 

♤ Tbh, they probably toss dad jokes at each other and everyone hates them for it. "Can you guys just SHUT UP!?"

♤ They challenged to see who could chug more whiskey in one go, and Anni ended up winning. Evan blacked out and she had to drunkenly drag him home.

♤ They accidentally blew up the kitchen once and blamed it on Jeff. They got away with it because they're seen as the "level-headed" ones.

♤ They fall asleep while listening to music sometimes, and the speaker is just blasting while they're both knocked out on the ground.

♤ They're actually a really good pair when it comes to missions. Evan doesn't exactly work for anyone, he does an odd job here and there, but that's about it. But occasionally, he'll help out on missions if it's requested and they're a really good team. (Whose surprised tho? They're very similar.)

#anni and evan hours #simp party

[taraneeno]

Yall ever draw your oc's and accidentally start simping for them

Like how did I accidentally create this and now I am getting the hots for them, what was I on when I drew this

What was I thinking lol

Is this a different kind of self-love that I am unaware of? Or am I just creating my ideal being and throwing all the qualities I find attractive at the paper.... istg this was an accident :')

#art #artists on tumblr #sketchbook #illustration #art blog #artist memes #oc #original character #character design #drawing #simp party #down bad

[solara-bean]

Death x Halloween Costume Red Riding Hood! Reader

( Reader is an artist/writer with extreme burnout )

( I really tried not to write this oneshot but goddammit he's got me intrigued 😫)

Halloween in Far Far Away was always a blast. Townsfolk filling the streets in their best tailored costumes, kids running about with candy and on the hunt for more. The weather was always the perfect temperature, too, with just enough chill in the air to wear heavily layered costumes without too much of a sweat. Which is why Y/n had adorned a long, beautiful, bright red hooded cloak over a simple, yet regal outfit. Unfortunately, their perfect look couldn't mask how shitty they felt.

For the past decade or so, they'd been one of the kingdom's most renowned creatives. Their works ranged from colorful illustrations, kids books, paintings, murals, YA novels and a few spicier adult novels that got much popularity to their embarrassment.

Needless to say they were a jack of many trades, and yet they've been able to create nothing for the past year and a half. Everyone had figured that the great artist was just taking a well needed break. Which was true for five months until they tried to make something and nothing happened. No spark. No idea. Nothing happened no matter what they tried or what medium they attempted to mold into something new and exciting.

It eventually lead to a depression that left them barley leaving the house, vowing not to do anything fun until they got an idea. Well until their entire friend group dragged them to this tavern's Halloween party in a costume that one of them conveniently had in their size. Yeah this was definitely a premeditated scheme to get their groove back. And as much as Y/n appreciated that they couldn't find the energy to leave the bar and join everyone else drunkenly dancing and singing on the dance floor.

Y/n sat in a big heap of silken red on the barstool looking down into their glass of Victorian Orphan Tears, a fruity drink made specifically for the holiday. They kept pondering on where their magic had gone. Had they used themselves up? Was this the end of their career? Would they have nothing else to show the world before they died?!

A few of their own tears were about to join the orphan's when they heard a soft whistle amongst the tavern band's melodies. Confused, they blearily glanced at their side to see a large, darkly hooded figure. They would've flinched if they had the energy to. No one had sat next to them all night due to the gloomy aura they'd been emitting. Yet here sat a mysterious stranger, who soon turned upon sensing their gaze, whistling halted. Y/n was met with the face of a white wolf. Wolves weren't uncommon in their society but something about those eyes jarred them. Those rich, blood red eyes. So bright that their costume couldn't dare be called red ever again. Y/n wasn't aware that they'd been locked in long moments of eye contact until the wolf leaned close enough that their noses almost touched. He made a soft but audible sniff.

" Mmm that smell..."

Y/n shivered at hearing the wolf's deep, gravely voice. It was all they could hear as if they weren't in a large room full of party-goers.

"...So sweet..."

"I..uh..what???" Y/n managed to mutter, slowly but surely pulling themselves back to the present reality, but the world aside from the wolf still remained blurry.

" Your drink."

They blinked. " Huh?"

" Your drink." He pointed at their glass. " It smells amazing. What is it?"

" Oh...Oh! My drink. Yeah uh this is Victorian Orphan Tears. It's a Halloween special drink."

" Hm, I'd better get one now before the night's over."

They nodded and looked back into their glass. Surely the wolf would would want to leave their gloomy presence and this was were the interaction would end. But no he stayed after his drink was served, enjoying three long sips.

" Mmm, that is as tasty as it smells. Glad I found an autumn drink without pumpkin spice in it. No offense if you're a pumpkin lover yourself, Little Red."

" Hm? Oh no offense at all. I've got nothing against the flavor but I can see how it can get overwhelming this time of year. There are other spooky flavors out there."

The wolf let out a light chuckle, pearly white fangs twinkling as bright as his fur.

" Yes exactly. I for one would love to see more cherries next halloween."

" Cherries?" Y/n snickered almost into a chuckle of their own, a rare reaction for them these days. " What's scary about cherries?"

The wolf grinned slyly.

" Well, there's nothing seemingly scary about them. So they usually get overlooked as a cute little fruit. But then you squeeze 'em just right into a glaze and they look just like blood. Even so you can't help but want to take a bite. Then you realize how good it is and can't get enough. By then your mouth's already stained red as if you did actually consume blood." he finishes, taking another sip of his drink.

" Wow, I guess cherries are a good fruit for Halloween." they say, taking sips from their drink as well.

" I'm surprised you hadn't considered it. You know with your costume and all. It's the perfect shade of cherry red just like the actual Little Red Riding Hood." he leans in a bit and whispers. " Though I'd steer clear of her tonight, I hear she's trying to copyright her likeness like Fairy Godmother did."

Y/n chokes a nearly spits out half their drink.

" Wait really?!" they panic looking around the room for a similar red hooded figure.

The wolf throws his head back in a guffaw.

" Oh man." he catches his breath. " I'm sorry. I just wanted to see how you'd react.

Y/n catches on and playfully punches his shoulder.

"You jerk, I thought I was in legal trouble for a second." they finally manage a full laugh.

" I know I know, but you seemed so down. Thought a good laugh might help. "

" Yeah. It did actually. Thanks."

They get caught once again into prolonged eye contact, now with something softer between them. The wolf is the first to break.

" Oh forgive me. I've been rude."

" What? No you haven't." they almost said ' you've been lovely ' but stopped themself in time before coming on too strong to a guy who was probably just making friendly small talk. They hadn't been looking their best lately and worried tonight wasn't an exception. Their friends' makeover only barely made their dark circles disappear.

" No but I have. I've been rambling on with you as if you're not here with someone."

Their brows shot up.

" U-uh. I'm not here with anyone. I mean! I am technically with my friends. So yeah in a way yeah." ' smooth real smooth Y/n.'

The wolf raised a brow, intrigued.

" I see. But you're not here with someone as a couples costume kinda thing?"

" No. Who would my partner come dressed as anyway?" they asked genuinely confused. ' What kind of pair would that be? Little Red & Granny? Cute and funny but not romantic partner material.'

The wolf stared intently, amused grin spreading.

" The Big Bad Wolf." he said in a low tone.

Y/n eyes widened with embarrassment. ' Oh God! I'm so stupid of course that would be it!!! ' Apparently self induced seclusion plus whatever magic charisma this guy had was enough to turn their mind to mush within a few minutes. Luckily the Tavern band's leader got everyone's attention on the mic.

" Hey hey how's everyone feeling tonight?!" a loud drunken applause came in response from the crowd. " Great cuz we're nearing the end of the night." a not so pleased ' aww' responded with one ' boo ' that Y/n hoped wasn't one of her friends. " Alright settle down, let's end the evening off with a slow but sensual number."

Soon enough the band filled the room with a tune that got the crowd coupling onto the dance floor. Some more sober than others but all having a good time. Y/n couldn't help the tinge of envy at seeing all of them so happy. But they were pleasantly surprised when they noticed the wolf extending a hand ( paw?? ) to them.

" I know it's a bit on the nose. But would you mind if I played the part of your wolf tonight?" he asked. His hood was off now, revealing cute slightly lowered ears that looked soft to the touch and ruby eyes filled a hint of vulnerability. How could Y/n say no to such an adorable face.

They smiled and took his hand. It was much colder than expected but still a little warm. His obsidian claws gently clutched the back of their hand, careful not to scratch.

" I wouldn't mind at all."

They joined the rest on the dance floor. His other hand pulled them in by their waist just enough to leave some space in-between them as they swayed to and fro. From the outside perspective they made quite the pair. Their cloaks flowed into a wonderful shade of red and black with every spin. Onlookers thought that the two were apart of a couples costume and hadn't just met. Y/n didn't notice any of them, even her friends who caught sight of them after not finding them at their stool. No Y/n didn't notice at all because they got lost in the wolf's red eyes again. Would any paint be vibrant enough to replicate its color?

" You know. You seem really familiar. Have we met before?" he asked, looking down at them while still taking the lead with ease.

" I would've remembered if we met before." those eyes were unforgettable, unless they were contacts, but his voice surely was real and no way in hell they'd forget it. " I've been in the newspaper a few times though." they said sheepishly.

" Wait...are you Y/n L/n?"

They nodded, kind of surprised that he guessed correctly that fast.

" Oh man I knew it! I love your work by the way. It's mesmerizing."

Y/n's pride and joy began to rise.

" Really?"

" Of course. You capture the radiance of life that most people overlook."

" Huh. I've never though of it that way. Thank you."

" No thanks needed. I'm merely speaking the truth. I'm glad that you're taking a break. You've done so much over the years."

Y/n's mood immediately dropped and they looked away, going back to the dark place they had been in not too long ago. The wolf caught on.

" Are you alright, Y/n?" he asked. They could clearly hear his concern. He deserved an honest explanation.

" I'm not taking a break," they admitted. " I'm stuck."

" Isn't that the same thing?"

" No. Breaks are by choice. This is different. I can't get out of this rut no matter how hard I try."

" Then don't try. Just don't make anything and let it come naturally."

" What? I can't do that."

" Why?"

They were starting to get really upset now. Why didn't he get it.

" Because I'd be letting everyone down." they met his gaze. Despite how much he seemed to not understand, his stare was serious and knowing.

" Wouldn't letting yourself down be more important?"

Y/n felt everything stop, realizations and questions coming in at once. It took them a while to notice that the music had stopped, everyone was getting ready to leave, yet the wolf held onto them until their thoughts settled.

" I think your friends are coming to get you." they followed his gaze behind them and sure enough, the gang was approaching. " If you're not busy later tonight. Come meet me by the woods. There's something I want to show you."

He kissed the top of their hand before letting them go and departing swiftly from the tavern like a shadow.

Y/n's group wanted all the details on the mystery wolf but were a bit too tipsy and tired to keep up. Y/n wanted to get everyone home safely, but the responsible parent friend of the group took charge. They heard the wolf's proposition and sent Y/n on their way to finally getting some action. But not before a stern talk about strangers, and safety and giving them a pocket dagger. Honestly Y/n could ask for better friends.

As promised. The wolf was waiting by the woods, cloak flowing in the wind. He smiled when saw them. He offered them a hand and they took it once again.

" I have a confession to make." he said as the two strolled through the forest.

" Yeah?" they couldn't help but stare at how the moonlight perfectly illuminated his fur. It was as if he was made for the night.

" I wasn't smelling your drink..."

Y/n stared at him confused and thought for a minute. It hit them once they saw the mischevious look in his eyes. Heat began to rise to their face. He chuckled at their dumbfounded look.

" The words slipped out before I could stop them so I tried to cover myself. To my luck the drink was sweet too."

" I can't believe you'd sniff a total stranger." they palmed their face with their free hand that had been chilled by the night air.

" Well technically I didn't have to try. My nose is pretty strong. Though I will admit there was some conscious effort. People with scents of life like yours due tend to catch my attention."

" Scents of life?" they asked as the wolf took the lead in front to guide them through a narrow path of trees.

" Yes. It's a bit complex but I'd describe it as a mix of sunflowers, lilies and tulips but," he glanced back at them," yours has an extra hint of vanilla, very soft and sweet."

The heat that had started to fade came back with full force to Y/n's face. They weren't wearing anything that smelled like that. There's no way they'd have a natural scent like it either.

" That's nice but I doubt I smell like that."

The wolf let go of their hand to jump down a sizable dip in the path.

" Trust me you do." he held out his arms to them. Although unsure at first if he could support their weight, they soon jumped down. Once caught, the wolf held them close to his chest, gaze deep and grin wide. " You possess the sweetness of life that I adore dearly."

There was no doubting his truthfulness with the look in his eyes and softness of his voice. Y/n was content enough in the moment that they wished it lasted longer but he put them down and lead the way again.

" Unfortunately it's starting to fade away. Which is why I've brought you here."

Before they could ask they saw the answer in front of them. They were on a small cliff and beyond it was the expanse of the forest with a valley in the center. Y/n was already entranced by the breathtaking view before they noticed light begin to peek over the horizon.

" Ah we're just in time." said the wolf at their side, leaning against a tree arms folded.

The sun slowly rose, chasing away the dark. The valley began to wake with a new life, colors coming forth as flowers bloomed. With the sun came warmth as well, getting rid of the chill that Y/n had gotten use to. They weren't sure how long they stood there, but birds started to sing as the night turned to morning. It was all so beautiful that they wanted to find the words, write the words and maybe even paint them, but as usual nothing came.

" You see Y/n. I think I know what's got you stuck," the wolf began, Y/n had almost forgot he was there. " You began creating things for the enjoyment of yourself. Those creations then became joy for others. But as time went by, you started to only create to make others happy. To fit their expectations. You used up more of yourself than most people do in their lifetimes. Am I making sense for far."

They nodded, still unable speak.

" It's a frustrating dilemma. Frightening even. But take the sun for example," he gestured to the light that was now brighter than before," It's a creator too. It's light gives way for all sorts of life to prosper. Yet at times it can be too much for some to handle. Or perhaps a few clouds get in the way and it's light can't shine through. And in moments like this, it creates little things that most wouldn't know to appreciate. Even so, the sun doesn't care. It travels across the sky shining endlessly."

He walks up to them, places a hand on their face and wipes away tears they hadn't noticed were falling.

" You need to create for yourself. Whether you feel its good enough or not I'm sure people will love it. And if not, you'll have more than enough love for it. Just go easy on yourself and take your time."

" But...what if I'm running out of time?" their voice came out quiet and shaky.

The wolf continued to hold their face. He held a gaze so caring that they wanted to melt into him.

" Don't worry. You're not going anywhere any time soon."

While Y/n almost took that assurance as normal, wanting to remain in the bliss of the moment, something was different about it. In fact everything felt different about him. Wait who the hell was he anyway?!

" Who are you?"

His smile dropped into a frown, as if he wanted to stay in the bliss of the moment as well. But this was reality and they deserved the truth.

" I'm Death."

There was a long moment of silence, both remained still. As if reading their mind he continued.

" Yes seriously. And no I'm not messing with you this time."

Y/n managed to find their composure.

" Wow uh...nice to meet you."

" Hah, you're taking this well."

" Not sure how else I'm supposed to take it. Might freak out later though."

He laughed again. His hands had traveled down to theirs without them knowing. They didn't mind. They found comfort in them despite now knowing why they were so cold for someone with fur.

" That's very kind of you. It's always nice having some be calm around me. Though I'm sure you know that I mean you no harm."

" Yeah," they smiled up at him, " You've helped me a lot actually. I think my spark's returning."

" Good," he let them go, going back a few steps, " Then my work here is done."

" Wait!" they grab his hands. " You're leaving?"

Death's shock of their suddenness then turned to a saddened look.

" Yes. I've already interfered more than I should. It would be best if I go now. I'm sorry. I was really having a lot of fun with you."

" Then stay a little longer." they pulled him in closer. " Please?"

" I..." he hesitated, pondering over something he knew he shouldn't. " I'll always be around so I could come visit when I can."

Y/n beamed with joy.

" That would be great. I look forward to it." though they couldn't help but push further. " But are you sure you can't stay a little longer right now?"

Death thought on it. He knew he should say no. He'd already been taking too long of a break. But their eyes were pleading to him and their hands were so warm. The souls of the dead weren't going anywhere he supposed, but it'd be a lot of overtime.

" I guess, but on one condition."

" Anything."

He regained his signature sly grin and leaned in closer.

" I want to be the first one to see what you create next."

They gave him a warm smile in return.

" I'd love to. I think I'm writing mood right now."

" Oh?," Death's ears perked up and his tail wagged a bit. " I hope it's another novel then."

" Huh, I didn't peg you for the YA type."

" Yes I like those too but I was thinking of your other ones."

" What other o-" then it hit them. " No..."

Death grinned, fangs and all.

" Yes."

" No. Oh no! You read those?!" they put their flaming face in their palms, silently cursing their friends for convincing them to publish those spicy books. " Oh god I could die right now."

Death laughed and pulled them into his chest, giving comforting pats on the back.

" Sorry that won't be happening anytime soon. And I'm having too much fun with you anyway."

That morning Y/n went from someone who feared Death to someone who welcomed him. They learned surprising things about him as well. Like how his fur was so soft, he liked to be scratched behind the ears and he tasted oddly of cherries.

#puss in boots wolf #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots #wolf puss in boots #pibtlw #puss in boots wolf x reader #puss in boots death x reader #puss in boots muerte x reader #I feel like death can make his presence less intimidating when needed which is why y/n wasn't freaked out by him #also y/ns just a huge simp for wolf brooding types but aren't we all #I'm fully implying that Death ate a bunch of cherry flavored halloween candy before going to the party #their friends are gonna flip their shit when they here about what happened 😂 #can y'all please make more fics for this guy🥺

[ughthisisntright]

Nsfw Silco request; drunk Silco. 🍻

oooo drunk silco.... this'll be fun.

Thumping could be heard from outside the bedroom door. You were sat in bed with a book, half-asleep but jostled awake from the sounds outside the door. Silco's bedroom door, you'd found out, was not at all sound proof.

You carefully slipped from the blankets when you heard a muffled grunt followed by a particularly heavy thud. You opened the door to Silco's bedroom slowly and saw something that you'd surely be retelling the tale about for years to come.

Silco - piss-drunk - struggling to get up off the floor of his office. His left foot crossed over his right, simply not balanced and causing him to continue tumbling over. He was grumbling something about his boots, how the soles were too slippery or whatever. You simply bit your knuckle to keep from laughing.

What seemed like an hour passed as Silco finally got his footing and stood straight. He huffs from frustration and exhaustion and shakes out his shoulders. His jacket is gone, his cravat is crooked, and his usually pale cheeks are flushed. When the floor creaked beneath you, his head whipped in your direction.

"Oh, no," he groaned. "I'm woke you!"

You snickered and walked toward him, just a few steps.

"I was awake, love," you spoke softly. "You came in like gangbusters." He shook his head at your comment, a smirk tugging at his scarred lips.

"I was quiet as a mouse," he argued. "'Cept for when I toppled over. That wasn't quiet 't all!"

You walked right up to him and straightened his cravat gently. His eyes bore into yours as you worked on him, the goofy man who once stood before you becoming the brooding, domineering Eye of Zaun you were more familiar with from this distance. His hands - albeit a little less steady than normal - came to rest on your hips to tug you closer. You glanced up at him with an innocent enough smile.

"Can I help you, darling?" Your voice came out as a purr.

"Oh, you know you can," his lips collide with yours in a sloppy kiss. No real method or reason other than connection. You could feel the desire burning within him. This always happened when he drank.

You felt soon that you were the intoxicated one. Your head swam as he pushed you back into your shared bedroom and onto your back. Within moments, the thin fabric of your panties came flying off, and his cock was pressing against your soaked cunt. His breathing was more labored from the stupor but it made him more vocal than usual.

"Oh, my love," he groaned as he pushed inside you. "I'm going to make you scream."

Your moan of approval pulled the animal out of him, a rough and unrelenting pace being set above you. His hips snapped against yours so hard, you wanted to scream in pain if it didn't feel so good. Orgasms given like candy and Silco's voice above you added to the incredible feelings, the filth dripping from his lips sinful in it's delivery.

"Such a disgusting girl. Upstairs in bed, just your underwear - fuck - and ready for me to fuck you," he growled the words. "Always ready for me to fuck you."

You cried out in pleasure as he drives into you harder. Seeing stars, having lost count of how many orgasms he's given you with his impressive drunken stamina.

Finally after what felt like ages, and your body feeling like mush, Silco buried himself inside you and came so hard, he actually screamed. The man rarely raised his voice. And he was screaming for you.

After a few moments, you giggled. He looked down at you with a concerned look.

"You should drink more often."

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[v1x-holo]

I'm actually pretty normal about her and like her a pretty reasonable amount.....👉👈 :3 (Seriously nothing is on w me I'm so normal no no NOO-)

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[emile-hides]

From what I’ve seen in the tag this is the general consensus

#Emile's Arts #Romantic Killer #What's up party people it's me the guy who made the post about murdering Riri on sight #and then proceeded to become a Riri simp #Watch Romantic Killer if you haven't btw thankies #I want a stress ball with Riri's dumb little face on it I want to throw it to the moon I think that should be the first merch we get

[otaku553]

My brother recently got into Demon Slayer so I wanted to make a kny oc for him since I did it before with both me and my sister and never got around to my brother :)

But I started by refreshing my own design because wow?? It’s been 4 years since I first made my kny insert character and a lot of things are now outdated! Not to mention my art has improved a lot, I hope. More details under the cut!

Meet Ebisu Koharu: youngest of the Ebisu family and physically the weakest. They only barely passed Final Selection by hiding for the entire week and surviving off tips from their older siblings. Nonetheless, they still want to contribute, which is why they hold onto a thick, leather bound book that records every demon they’ve ever met in precise detail, with labeled diagrams and scribbled calculations in the margins of different strengths and weaknesses.

After spending a few years on the job, and properly seeing their data contribute to the successes of other demon slayers, they’ve come a bit more into their own as a competent researcher and fighter, though they still do tend to request paired missions with friends and family to act more as a support role rather than a fighter.

The Ebisu family is one of scholars. The eldest daughter Kaoru is a doctor, and the eldest son Shougen is a chemist. By nature, fighting is not necessarily their strong suit, which is why their family breathing style and techniques are all poison-assisted. Of the three, Koharu is the weakest and most averse to combat— they wield a short half-length blade, with more of a smooth ceremonial hilt and sheath than any practical weapon.

#kny oc #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #it’s so much fun seeing my brother be so late to the party for kny lmao #I love him but his takes are kind of shit ngl. #his character will be absolutely hilarious to do as well #because you better believe I’m going to lean far into how much he simps for giyu #looking for names is so much more fun when I can read some kana and am not using google translate #I found out that the combination of me and my sister’s names form kanari which i will not stop thinking about for ages #four years of improvement and four years of character development! Better character design and research skills #it’s a lot of fun thinking more about details when designing now #I.e. brushes are wildly impractical tools for writing on the go so koharu’s main choice of stationery is an imported fountain pen that cost #a decent amount of their savings #and they wanted their records to last longer so they also invested in a proper leather bound journal (also imported) rather than #a normal string bound book like their normal daily journal. this is also why the books open in different directions #in the event that their fountain pen breaks they Will Cry but they will also commit the details to memory and write them in with a bruh #with a brush after the battle ends

[ann1-wr1tes]

Princess, please?

Dynamics: Hoodie x Knives

Synopsis: Knives plan backfires lmao-

Warnings: Adult themes, FILTH SO SO MUCH FILTH, NOT PROOFREAD

Tags: @cyberp-1-nk

Word Count: 5.095

A/N: Welp. It was a nice try, Knives.

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Anni smirks to herself as she walks into the mansion with something hidden in her grasp. She can't help but playfully spin the item around one of her fingers, listening to the metal jingle and jangle in her grasp. As she made her way towards Knives' and Hoodie's room she can recall the conversation that was had earlier.

"I need you to do me a favor…" Knives looked at Anni, her eyes filled with a glint of mischief which almost immediately caught Anni's attention. Anni puts down her knife that she was cleaning and looks at Knives expectantly.

When Knives sees that she has Anni's undivided attention, her smirk stretches across her face and Anni knew whatever the favor was, it was going to be good.

"I need you to go into the Underworld and get me some of those handcuffs…" Knives says. The vague description was initially confusing to Anni as she shot Knives with a look of squinted eyes and a head tilt.

"Y'know the handcuffs, the ones that not even demons can break through." Knives specifies.

Suddenly Anni's expression lights up and soon her face is mirroring the same smirk that Knives' has. She knew exactly what Knives was talking about.

"You can find those right?" Knives questions, making sure Anni was able to fulfill the odd request.

"Oh, don't worry. Pretty sure I can find 'em somewhere." Anni laughs out loud. Anni thought to herself and immediately knew someone who could get her something like that…

So now Anni was walking towards Knives' door with the cuffs in hand. She knew this was gonna be a shit show and she fully supported it as she walked up to the bedroom door and knocked. Quickly the door opens and Knives gives Anni a grin as Anni playfully dangles the cuffs in the air, with a look of pride on her face.

"Have a good time.." Anni smirks as she hands over the cuffs and disappears down the hallway.

Knives closes the door and is quick to hide the cuffs before Hoodie comes back. She stashes them under the covers, making sure they were buried deep enough that they wouldn't be found by Hoodie but to where she could sneakily slip them out when the time was right.

She knew that Hoodie was on a day mission and would be back soon, he never liked to stay out long anyways…he didn't like to be away from her for too long.

She can't help but giggle to herself as she slips them under the sheets and then casually situates herself over them as if nothing is there at all. Now all she had to do was wait for Hoodie and she had a feeling that he wouldn't be long when he sent her a picture of his hard dick, straining against his pants and it was all for her…

Knives could barely wait to get her revenge on Hoodie. After all, it was about time she got her way with him. After the last time Hoodie had taken the time to fuck Knives, he had not held back at all. He made sure to let Knives know who was in charge and he made sure she felt every, single delicious roll of his hips, plunging his dick into her wet heat as deeply as he could. She still had marks from last time too. Every time she looked in the mirror she could see the pretty purple and pink bruises that decorated her skin. It made her face blush when she saw the bite marks that went along with the hickies.

But this time things would be different. This time she'd be the one giving Hoodie hickies and bite marks all over his neck, she'd be the one in control- teasing, kissing, sucking, biting. She was looking forward to pressing her pretty lips against his neck, right where his sensitive spot was. She could imagine the shivers and moans that would fall from his mouth in a lovely song of passion as she trailed her hands over his hard dick. It would be even better when she could listen to him whine and beg for her touch, as if she was the only thing he ever wanted.

Fuck Kate. She was going to make sure that he forgot Kate even existed by the time she was done with him.

With a sudden sound of heavy footsteps thumping against the carpeted floors from outside the hallway, she knew it was Hoodie. She layed on her side on the bed acting as if she was just simply watching her favorite show. She made sure she could still feel for the handcuffs and then lazily set her eyes on the television in front of her.

Soon after the bedroom door opens and shuts, the deadbolt on the door clicks locked and Hoodie is immediately making his way towards the bed. On his way he drops all his weapons and equipment and even yanks off his mask, forgetting about the miniscule items as his sights were on Knives who was feigning a look oblivion as she felt his blue eyes burn holes into the side of her head.

It all begins when he comes in front of her and straddles her waist with no words. She acted surprised as he pressed her against the bed and immediately closed the gap between them by smashing his lips against hers. She expected all of this but acted just as surprised as if it was the first time it was ever happening.

She could feel the need radiating off of Hoodie in waves as he messily made out with her. One hand was glued to her cheek, as he held her in place and the other hand carelessly groped, rubbed, and touched any part of her that he could reach.

His kisses were messy and intense. It was like he was starving for her and now he was finally getting a taste that he had been craving for. He tilts his head to the side, gaining more access to her lips and his tongue roughly presses against her lower lip in a demand for access into her mouth.

His hand on her cheek forces her mouth open more, allowing him to kiss her while his tongue explored her mouth with vigor. The makeout was a mix of tongue and teeth as he nipped at her bottom lip and made sloppy kisses against her swollen lips. It was all almost dizzying to Knives but she knew she had to remember what was currently under the sheets below her.

As the kissing and making out leads to more, Hoodie finds himself painfully hard and throbbing but he continues in his messy act of kissing and nipping at her lips. He pushes up her skirt and starts grinding against her clothed cunt through her underwear, with deep slow rolls of his hips.

He groans into her neck, his tongue licking up the area where he had previously left bite marks. She felt his hardened dick grinding against her crotch, his member begging to feel more and Knives indulged him. She knew what she was going to do as soon as he let his guard down and she could tell that he was slowly losing himself to his own pleasure.

Impatiently, Hoodie rips off his shirt and carelessly discards it off somewhere into the room. He gets rid of Knives' shirt too and was pleasantly surprised when he found that Knives was wearing no bar, giving him immediate access to her chest that he just adored, so much.

He pulls Knives' legs up and around his waist so she could lock her ankles and give him more leverage to grind against, getting more of the delicious friction. With feverish lips he leans down and wraps his lips around one of her nipples. He made sure to swirl his tongue deliciously around her bud and his other hand came up to kneed at her other breast.

Knives couldn't help but moan and let her eyes flutter shut for a moment. It just felt so good…

With every roll of Hoodie's hips, he manages to rub right against Knives' sensitive clit which pressed against her wet panties that were practically sheer by the amount of wetness that was collecting between her legs.

Hoodie's hand trails up from her breast to her neck, resting at the base and squeezing slightly as his mouth trailed up as well. He started to leave more hickies and bitemarks on top of old, previous marks from other long nights. And he took his time as he did so. His mouth moved smoothly across her skin, planting his lips and kissing her bruised skin. He even let his teeth graze the tender marks once or twice which elicited groans from Knives.

She could feel herself losing the plan a little more, every time Hoodie planted a kiss on her skin or had a big hand, or when he rolled his hips deeply, rutting against her, and his rubbing and groping at her chest didn't help either.

She needed to do this soon, before she completely lost her grip.

As Hoodie grinded his hips against hers, he could see a wet patch forming on the crotch of his denim jeans from a mixture of his precum and Knives' slick.

"Look at the mess you're makin' baby." He coos out with a chuckle. "So pretty." He drawls out in his deep southern accent.

Knives needed a way to distract him so in response to his sweet, honeyed words, she presses her lips against his, pulling him in by his neck. He was almost shocked by her sudden grasp but undoubtedly welcomed the sudden boldness as their lips met.

She let Hoodie take control of the kiss once again but instead of tangling both hands in his hair, one of her hands fishes around in the covers in search for the cuffs that she was eager to put on Hoodie. As she fishes around, looking for it, Hoodie is enamored with her lips to notice her focus but he is rudely broke out of his trance when his arm is moved and he hears a metallic…"CLINK"

Stopping for a moment, he looks up to find his left hand cuffed to the headboard. It takes him a moment to process things through his lustful haze but he glances at Knives and finds a huge smile plastered across her face and the reality hits suddenly.

At first he think its a joke.

"Haha, very cute baby. You can let me out now." He chuckles lightly, shaking his head in slight disbelief.

Knives tilts her head to the side slightly, with her innocent little smile that is too sweet to be true for the given situation.

Hm, I don't know…" Knives says, looking up at the ceiling seeming to be deep in thought for a moment as she ponders on Hoodie's request.

"Princess. Let me out, now." His voice comes off more stern this time but Knives can tell he is trying his best to pull off his sickly sweet, honeyed tone that is able to melt her into a puddle. But this time it was different, this time Knives was the one in control.

"I don't think I want to." she smiles. She can tell that Hoodie is losing his patience as soon as his brows furrow, but she was not going to be letting up.

"Princess, I swear if you don't-"

Hoodie practically chokes on his own words when Knives slowly rubs the palm of her hand up and down his clothed bulge. He had prolonged his own pleasure for so long while making out with Knives that he didn't realize how pent up and sensitive he was.

"What was that? Were you saying something?" Knives shoots him a confused look and continues to rub up and down his erection.

"Don't tease…" He hisses out. Hoodie hated not being in control and being in such a vulnerable state like this, Knives having all the control over him in her little hands. He swore this was going to be the end of him.

Feeling generous, Knives slowly undo his belt and zips down his zipper. Hoodie tried being subtle in the little roll of his hips, trying to grind against Knives' hand but she pulls it away with a smirk and waits for him to still his hips.

With a huff and furrowed brows, Hoodie stops and rests his hips against the mattress. As a reward for Hoodie's obedience, Knives hooks her fingers on his belt loops and pulls down his pants, revealing the huge bulge that tented his boxers and left a wet patch where the tip of his dick that twitched under the cotton.

Knives swore she couldn't stop herself when she took one finger and traced up and down the outline of his twitching cock. She took her thumb and rubbed slow little circles on his tip which is all it took for him to let out a pained moan.

"AH~ Shit! Don't do t-that-" Hoodie rasps.

She continued circling his hard length slowly and gently, teasing Hoodie until he starts rocking into her hand and grunts in pleasure and his breathing begins to quicken.

"You are driving me mad here, Princess." He curses out with breathless, groans.

Knives simply smirks, knowing full well what effect she was having on him. Hoodie feels heat rise up in his cheeks as he realizes his need for more. He needs to relieve some of the tension building inside of his body.

"Please baby, I need more." he softly says.

"Well since you said please.." Knives finally pulls down his boxers and out springs his hard cock that lewdly slaps against his stomach. It was truly a sight to see. His tip was flushed a pretty pink and has little beads of precum coming from it. His shaft had a few prominent veins and slightly twitched from the strong need of stimulation that Knives was currently teasing him with.

But Hoodie's worries are soon over when Knives wraps one of her hands around his length and slowly starts to pump up and down in slow, deliberate strokes.

A guttural moan escaped Hoodie as he arched his back and clutched onto the sheets with his free hand. His eyes roll into the back of his head and his mouth lolls open when Knives speeds up her pace, making wet slaps sound throughout the room.

Usually hoodie would be downright ashamed, embarrassed, humiliated…but right now all he could think about was how badly he wants to cum, how nice Knives' fingers felt against his sensitive dick that twitched and throbbed in her grasp. He swore he could cry when she rubbed a thumb against his tip, teasing it slightly with some feather-like touches.

"Ugh, s-such a good girl..fuck! Fuck being so good f'me." He groans out.

It was shocking how close he already was to orgasm, no one had ever been able to work him up so fast before but the coil in his stomach tightened and his balls twitched, signalling that he was about spill all over himself and Knives' hand…he just needed a little more.

Knives picks up on how his muscles tense and his back arches off the bed once again, his eyes are glassy and his mouth is lolled open. Even the knuckles on his free hand that is gripping the sheets turns white from the pressure of squeezing of so tightly, tensing up for his oncoming orgasm that was quickly approaching.

Knives smiles as she watches Hoodie get closer to the edge. His whole body is trembling from anticipation and the amount of precum that leaked from his dick was supplying enough lubricant that made every thing feel some much more pleasurable.

"You gonna cum?" Knives asks sweetly, tilting her head to the side as she watches Hoodie's hips twitch up and try to thrust up into her hand.

"Fuck..hah! Fuck yes, princess!" He grits out, grinding his hips upwards as he tries to push himself even closer towards the edge. Knees bending, Hoodie lets out another grunt and then lets out an anguished moan when a small drop of precum slides down the base of his dick.

His vision was starting to turn white as he feels his body shiver and his eyes roll into the back of his head, he can practically feel his orgasm….

Until Knives yanks her hand away. His dick twitches pathetically and Hoodie lets out a choked moan as his eyes shoot open and dart right towards Knives who was sitting on her knees with an innocent look on her face.

She did not just ruin his orgasm…

"W-What the….fuck was that?" Hoodie pants out.

Knives looks at him through her lashes and pouts her lips a little in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Knives coos. Her hand trails up his chest and back down to his v-line but abruptly stops right before she reaches his dick. Hoodie lets out a pained hiss in response and felt anger well up inside himself.

"You didn't fucking let me finish.." He growls out, clenching his jaw as he looked at Knives with narrowed eyes. Knives shrugs as if to say 'I wasn't finished yet', she really wanted to prove a point to Hoodie and so far she was pretty pleased with how it was going.

"Aw, m'sorry. I guess that was mean.." Knives frowns. She slowly starts to trace his hard length, reveling in his reactions as he bites his lips and humps his hips up against her hand.

"Darlin'…i-if you don't let me cum." Hoodie tried to warn but he kept pistoning his hips up into the palm of Knives hand that it felt too good to finish his sentence.

"What was that?" Knives laughs, watching him try to get himself off on her hand.

Moans start to leave his lips again but Knives pulls her hand away again.

Hoodie squeezes his eyes shut in frustration from the sudden lack of friction. At this point he swore that his dick was harder than a rock and it was painful with how it ached and throbbed for attention.

"Stop bein' such a slut and get me off…" Hoodie demands, his voice comes out more light than usual and filled with need as he tried his best to glare at Knives. Though it was hard to take him seriously when his lips were swollen from how he bite them, sweat beaded at his forehead, his eyes were glassy…it was the perfect view. Not to mention how Knives could see every divet and muscle on his body, all the scars and bruises that had formed over time. It was rare to see Hoodie's back arched off the bed, his legs spread wide as his rolled his hips up in the air.

"Not when you talk like that." Knives shoots back. She wasn't fully sure how much longer she'd be able to keep Hoodie from cumming but she loved how she teased him and edged him…it gave her another idea of how she could tease him.

"Y'know, I think i'll give you a break. You can just watch.." Knives smirks as she fully pulls her arms away.

Hoodie's eyes widen a bit and he opens his mouth to protest until he watches Knives press one of her hands to her chest, rubbing and kneading at her one tit sensually, just like he usually would. She rolls her nipple between her forefinger and thumb. She lets her head fall back and rubs both hands up and down her chest slowly, giving Hoodie a good show and successfully frustrating him even more.

She lets a soft moan rumble from her throat and she squeezes her breasts, rolling them slowly in her palms.

Hoodie could feel himself go lightheaded, gods he felt like he couldn't breathe. Knives was teasing him by flaunting her pretty tits and moaning like a whore while he was still unable to do anything to relieve himself.

"Tell me how pretty I am and then I might get you off.." Knives says in a husky voice. Hoodie, being out of his mind and intensely horny, he decided not to refuse.

"Please baby, please pretty girl. You are so gorgeous. So damn perfect, and ya' got the most perfect fuckin' tits.."

Knives trails one hand on his chest, rubbing and feeling up his muscles and abs but she didn't go any further. She wanted more.

"And…and you sound so damn pretty when you moan and call my name…gets me so hard so fuckin' fast."

Her hand trails lower, resting on his v-line. As another reward for his sweet words she leans down and presses kisses against his abdomen, letting him know that he was giving her exactly what she wanted.

"F-Fuck! And you look so dam pretty in that skirt, sweetheart. So pretty, wish I could just ran my hands over your pretty tits and fuck you so hard…."

Knives smiles and trails her kisses down. She reaches his v-line and kisses here and there in a few spots and then goes to his thighs. They were already perfectly spread apart, leaving no imagination to what was between them so she pressed little kisses to the insides of his thighs. She made sure to leave bite marks too during her assault on his sensitive skin.

Hoodie shivers in response and lets out a shaky moan. She was so, so fucking close to where he wanted. Maybe if he just ask really, really nicely…

"Ah! Princess, please suck me off. Please baby, i'll do anything to feel your pretty lips 'round me." he begs, watching as she kissed up his thighs and finally landed a kiss on his angry red tip.

She licks a long stripe up his dick and wraps her lips around the tip of his dick, sucking gently.

"Haaaaaa..mmfh" Hoodie moans. "FUCK! Keep goin' baby, please, please don' stop." Hoodie takes in a deep breath and begins moving his hips, forcing more of himself into her mouth. He lets out a loud cry, making Knives smile to herself.

When he moaned louder she took her time licking his length, making sure to use her tongue to lick straight across the tip.

"Ahh, ah…!!" Hoodie can feel himself getting ready to cum and boy was he going to cum hard.

“FUCK! Yes, please~ Sweetheart, yes!” He groans as his legs start to shake and his whole body begins to shudder. His dick throbs painfully in Knives mouth and he lets out a gasp as his hand pulls against the hand cuffs.

Almost there, so, so close…he could feel it…he was about to-

Then Knives leans up, away from his dick. She once again leaves him without stimulation, and it was lewd how a long string of saliva connected from her mouth to his dick as she pulled away.

"Princess. Please." Hoodie begs. He was so tired of being edged with no release that his voice came out in a deep, warning. However, Knives didn't care. She was sure that he was unable to break the cuffs and felt confident as she sat herself on his chest, smirking down at him and giving him a perfect view of her tits.

"No." Knives says simply. She expects him to beg some more, to try to melt her with some more sweet words and praises but instead she's met with silence.

Hoodie glares up at her with a dangerous glint in his eyes, it almost made Knives feel a little uneasy but she decided to reach back down behind herself to grip his dick, ready to tease him more.

She gives his dick a few more pumps and suddenly she stops when a loud "SNAP" sound rings through the air.

She knew exactly what it was. And now she realized she was fucked. (literally)

Before she could even blink, Hoodie flips her over and onto her back. He loomed over her with a scowl on his face and his eyes practically glowing with anger and frustration. He suddenly leans over her and snatches his belt up from the floor. With no time he wraps the belt around her wrists and securely ties them together, making sure she has no way out of this.

His hands dart out to push her legs back and into a mating press. Before she can get a word in she can feel his dick pressed against her entrance and he quickly sinks inside of her, groaning with sudden relief. He wastes no time before he starts to roughly pound his hips against hers, making sure to rail her into the bed as her hands stay bound together by his belt.

"AH! Hoodie..wait…I, too fast!" she gasps out.

"Really? Too fuckin' fast?" Hoodie seethes. "You fuckin' brat. You are gonna fuckin' take what I give you." He grunts, thrusting his hips into hers faster.

He roughly plants a hand under her chin, shoving her face up and giving him more access to her neck. He leans forward while drilling his dick into her, reaching impossibly deep inside her that Knives is left with no words and only strained moans and gasps.

His lips meet her neck and he doesn't care to leave any sweet little kisses there, instead he grates his teeth against her skin and bites her roughly. Roughly enough to draw little blood which has Knives' head spinning in circles from the sudden pain.

"You fuckin' like that you slut?" He spits out.

Knives doesn't answer and instead she lets her head hit the pillow behind her and she suddenly cums around Hoodie's dick. The sudden warmth from her orgasm and the tightness of her walls clenching around him has Hoodie reeling and gasping, making him shoot thick ropes of cum into her pussy.

Instead of stopping and giving himself and Knives time to ride out their orgasms he keeps thrusting his hips forward, making no moves to stop and take a rest.

"BRAIN! Brain, p-pleeasee-" Knives cries out desperately. She could feel all the cum and slick inside her cunt, start to slowly pool out and lather against the inside of her thighs, creating a wet mess. Not to mention she had barely came down from her previous orgasm and Hoodie was already building up another inside her.

"Don't fuckin' Brian me. Remember, you asked for this you whore!" Hoodie growls through clenched teeth as he pulls out slightly, only to slam right back into her.

Knives' eyes fill with tears as her body limply rocks back and forth from the power of Hoodie's thrusts.

"Oh, don't tell me ya' like this dirty talk, baby.." Hoodie teases. A sadistic smile comes to his face as a fat tear rolls down her cheek and her moans start to sound like they're straight from a porno.

"Tell me baby, who the fuck do you belong to?"

Knives scrambled to find the words, any words at all but all that comes from her mouth is slurred mumbles and moans.

Hoodie scowls at her as if she were a child and roughly smacks the palm of his hand against her ass, causing her to jolt against him.

"Use. Your. Words." He hisses.

"Msorry…goin' so, so fast." she whines.

In response to her whines he delivers another harsh slap to her ass, causing more tears to roll down her cheeks.

"Are you so fucking cockdrunk that you've gone dumb baby?" He sneers.

"I..'msorry….just, just…too fast!" she sobs. A hiccup erupts from he throat and her hands grip at hte leather that binds them.

"Aw, am I goin' too fast for you? Such a fuckin' baby." he rolls his eyes in a mocking way and watches as Knives' resolve continues to crumble.

"Such a dumb little slut f'me. Can't even form words, you're so cockdrunk." Hoodie slurs out and his hands grips her hips, pulling her down on him in order to get more leverage in his thrusts.

"Poor baby, can’t handle too much pleasure” Hoodie coos. To make things worse he reaches his hand down between their two bodies and mercilessly rubs at her clit.

She lets out a small sob and tries to wiggle her hips away but Hoodie has her glued in place with her legs thrown over his shoulders.

"MMh! Hoode…m'gonna - m'gonna cum!" Knives gasps out.

"Then cum with me you slut." Hoodie demands. He focuses on the way his hips slap against hers and he buries his head in her neck, biting and sucking marks there as he orgasm comes like a semi-truck.

"AH! Fuck-" Hoodie cusses as he spills inside her once again, painting her insides white with his hot, thick seed.

Not too long after, Knives lets out a scream of his name and gushes around him, creating more of a mess on the sheets below them.

Finally, Hoodie's hips still and he gently rubs his hands up and down her sides as her body shivers and she slowly comes back down from her orgasm.

When Knives opens her eyes, she comes to find Hoodie pressing soft kisses to her now bruised flesh. He catches her eyes and brings his hand up to gently cradle her cheek.

he tenderly presses a kiss to her lips and rests his sweaty forehead against hers, almost as an apology for how rough he was earlier.

"Why are you sooo meann?" Knives whines softly.

Hoodie playfully rolls his eyes and mocks her own words in a high pitched tone as he leans up to untie her hands.

"WhY aRE yOu sO MeAN?" He mocks with a horribly high pitched tone.

Knives pouts and gently pushes his head off to the side in annoyance.

"I don't sound like that." she utters in a defeated voice.

"Aw, what happened to all that confidence you had earlier baby?" Hoodie chuckles lightly as she turns her head to she side, her cheeks have a light blush that proves how flustered she was.

"What? Did I fuck it out of you?" Hoodie asks with a grin.

Knives looks up at Hoodie again with an exasperated sigh. Hoodie can't help the genuine smile that fights its way onto his face.

"Gods, why do you have to be so damn cute all the time?"

He leans in for another kiss and runs his hands through her now tangled hair.

He swore that one day she would be the death of him.

#knives and hoodie hours #knives my beloved #simp party #simp party my beloved #simp party smut #oc time #ocs

[carsonjonesfiance]

Democracy is when Bernie wins and fake democracy is when anyone else wins, am I an expert in political sciences.

#I was originally going to make this vague but Bernie simps are STILL trying it #he lost the primaries… TWICE #because more people voted for the other guy/girl/gay #democracy is democracy even when your guy loses as long as the elections are free and fair #(this is why the electoral college is stupid btw) #it’s not fair that Wyoming voters have 3 times the voting strength towards electors as a California voter #and the system should be abolished #but because it categorically advantages one party that party will never agree to the number of votes required to amend the constitution

[cyberp-1-nk]

[ cacophobia. || zack foster. || gigglers. ]

CONTENT WARNINGS - Heavy mentions of insecurities, self-loathing, and bullying.

TAGS - @insane-horror-movie-addict @cheesefanboy2

A/N - This is one of the oc backstories that need a bit more of a trigger warning-- so, be warned. This gets kind of disturbing throughout the story. This is the first Giggler backstory, since he was the first.

" 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞. " — 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐋.

Zack stands in front of the full-length mirror, staring at his reflection with a mixture of disgust and despair. He hates how his body looks - the way his stomach protrudes, the flabby arms, and the love handles that give him a shapeless appearance. He can't help but feel like a failure, like he's let himself down by not taking better care of his body. He glares at himself in the mirror, feeling the weight of his self-loathing bearing down on him. His eyes trace every inch of his body, scrutinizing every imperfection and flaw. He feels like he's drowning in despair, like there's no way out of this endless cycle of disappointment and shame.

Eyes narrow in pure disgust, as he pokes and pulls at the small bits of chub attached to his body. As he trails his fingers alongside his body, the dysmorphia clouding his vision— and he can't help but feel absolutely disgusted with himself, he could never be like his siblings. His brother was a handsome jock— extremely tall, and fit, girls were constantly crowding his brother and Zack couldn't help but envy him. While his brother was tall— and handsome, he felt short and chubby. He felt disgusting. He loathed himself.

Zack's father walks into the room and greets him with a broad smile. "Hey there, big guy," he says, ruffling Zack's hair. "Looking a little chubby there, huh? You gained a bit more.." At first, Zack laughs along with his dad, thinking it's just a harmless joke. But then he sees the look of amusement fade from his father's face, replaced by something else entirely. It's a look of disappointment, like he's let his father down by not being thin enough.

Zack's cheeks start to tinge with red, and he feels a lump form in his throat. He tries to hold back the tears, but they start to spill over anyway. He can't help but feel like he's not good enough, like he'll never live up to his father's expectations. As he starts to cry, his father looks at him with confusion. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, not realizing the impact of his words.

But Zack can't even speak. He just cries, big, fat tears streaming down his face. He feels so insecure, so ashamed of his body, and his father's comment has only made things worse. His mom rushes into the room, sensing that something is wrong. When she sees Zack's tears, she immediately knows what's happened. She scolds his father, telling him how hurtful his words were and that he needs to be more careful.

Zack's father looks contrite, realizing for the first time the damage his words have caused. He apologizes to Zack, telling him that he didn't mean to hurt him and that he loves him no matter what.

But the damage has already been done. Zack can't help but feel like he'll always be judged for his appearance, like he'll never be good enough. His mom tries to comfort him, telling him how beautiful he is and how much she loves him. But he doesn't believe it. After all, who could love someone like him? He thought he looked disgusting.

His mom looks at him with worried eyes. She sees the look on his face and immediately knows something's wrong. "Zack, what's going on?" she asks, her tone gentle and concerned.

Zack can't bring himself to meet her gaze. He feels ashamed of his appearance, like he's let everyone down. But his mom won't let him wallow in self-pity. "Hey, look at me," she says, taking his face in her hands. "You are not your body. You are so much more than that."

Zack feels a glimmer of hope stir within him. Maybe his mom is right. Maybe he's been too hard on himself. His mom continues to speak, her voice soothing and reassuring. She tells him how much she loves him, how proud she is of him, and how much he means to her. And slowly, but surely, Zack starts to believe her. He looks at himself in the mirror again, but this time with a newfound sense of acceptance and compassion as she leaves his room. He sees his imperfections, but he also sees the potential for growth and change. But as he drags his eyes toward the mirror again— the overwhelming feeling of loathing and insecurity.

Maybe he can change. Maybe then, he'll find someone to love him.

— . — . —

Zack has always struggled with his weight. He's tried every diet under the sun, but nothing seems to work for him. But today, he's feeling particularly motivated. He wakes up early, before the sun has even risen, and puts on his running shoes. He's determined to stick to his new exercise routine and finally shed those extra pounds. As he steps outside, he takes a deep breath of the cool morning air. The sky is still dark, but he can see a faint hint of pink on the horizon. The birds are just starting to wake up, and he can hear their chirping in the distance.

Zack starts off slow, jogging down the empty street. He focuses on his breath, making sure to inhale deeply and exhale slowly. He feels his heart rate start to pick up, and he knows he's getting a good workout in.

As he rounds a corner, he sees the sun slowly rise, and he feels a sense of confidence and optimism wash over him. The way his muscles overexerted themselves as he ran through the early streets, the way sweat helplessly trickled down his forehead. He knew he was overwhelming himself— but he needed to get this done, he needed to get rid of the body he loathed. He wanted to be in a body that everyone would love, he wanted to be in a form that he would love.

But he knows he can't stop for long. He takes off again, pushing himself harder. He can feel the sweat starting to form on his brow, and his muscles start to ache. But he keeps going, focusing on his goal. As he nears the end of his run, he can feel his body starting to tire. But he's determined to finish strong. He picks up the pace, sprinting the last few yards.

Breathless and sweating, Zack finally comes to a stop. He looks up at the sky, now a brilliant blue, and takes a deep breath. He feels a sense of accomplishment wash over him, knowing that he's one step closer to his goal of losing weight and getting healthy. But his confidence is short-lived. As he runs down the street, he hears a car honk loudly. He looks up to see a group of kids from his school, who start to yell insults at him, taunting him about his weight.

"Hey Piggy!"

"Woah, isn't that Jake's younger brother?!

Zack feels his face flush with humiliation and anger. He wants to lash out at them, to tell them how wrong they are. But he can't find the words. He just stands there, feeling helpless and alone as they loudly honk their horn at him— Zack felt a surge of emotion welling up inside him. He tried to hold back his tears, but they came anyway, especially when they started throwing food at him degradingly. Soon, he was crying uncontrollably. He grabbed a tissue from his pocket and tried to wipe his tears, but they just kept coming. Zack sniffled and hiccupped as he tried to regain his composure. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but it was no use. The tears just kept streaming down his face. He felt embarrassed and vulnerable, but he couldn't help it.

After a few minutes, Zack managed to pull himself together. He took a few more deep breaths and wiped away the last of his tears. He knew he had to get back to jogging, but he couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment. What was even the point anymore? In his mind, he would forever be trapped in this undesirable body. He felt like an idiot for wanting to change, he'll always be like this— no matter hard he tries.

— . — . —

Zack has been struggling with his weight for weeks— even if cut back on all the food, and even started to work out, nothing seems to work. He's tried every diet and exercise program out there, but nothing seems to work for him. He's sitting at the family dinner table, staring down at his plate of food, barely touching it. His eyes are sunken and he looks more than depressed. His eyes are sunken, and he looks defeated— nothing seemed to ever work out and it was frustrating.

His mom notices his lack of appetite and gently asks, "Zack, are you okay? Are you going to eat your dinner, honey?" She reaches over to sooth her son, but as soon her hand brushes against his arm— he flinches.

But before Zack can even respond, his older brother Jake chimes in. "Why bother eating, Zack? You're already so fat," Jake says with a smirk. His heart sinks at the snarky comment— he hated his brother and his stupid friends. He hates when his family makes fun of him for his weight. His sister, who's sitting next to Jake, even laughs at his comment.

Their mom quickly scolds Jake. "That's not a nice thing to say, Jake. You need to be kind to your brother," she says in a stern voice. But the damage has already been done. Zack feels embarrassed and ashamed. He pushes his plate away, no longer interested in eating. He knows that he needs to lose weight, but it's hard when his own family makes him feel so bad about himself.

His sister notices his reaction and tries to make him feel better. "Hey, don't worry about Jake. He's just being a jerk," she says, reaching over to give him a pat on the back. Zack appreciates her kind words, but he still feels down. He knows that he needs to find a way to feel good about himself and take control of his health. But at this moment, all he can do is sit there, feeling sad and defeated. He stuffs a few miserable bites into his mouth, before pushing himself off the table— and ignoring his mother's encouraging words.

Zack rubbed one of his tearing eye with the ball of his hand and stepped out of the kitchen, stretching his free arm as high as it would go. With a groan, he walked down the hallway towards the outside, his house burning with the bright, luminous moon above. A loud sigh escaped her lips and his brown eyes shimmered like glass against the moonlight that bore through a large window in his living room. His feet walked his body to the glass slider door leading into his rather large, fenced backyard. He left his house with a sour expression, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he ventured into the night.

He didn't know where he was going— he just needed to be somewhere else.

As the somber walks closer to the exit of the woods, the whistling wind wafts in a refreshing breath of air which mildly causes the pungent smell of dirt to drift further away temporarily. Reaching his desired destination, the boy slowly but surely leans his head close to the running, sparkly water to satisfy his parched throat only to briefly arrive at a halt by his very own reflection.

Zack's saddened eyes had widened and the glint in his brown hues fades away like a lost star until fear finally decides to take residence in his eyes. The serene tune produced by the springtime breeze mischievously plays with his blond hair. He looked disgusting— he shouldn't even have eaten. Narrowing his eyes, he stuffed both of his fingers in mouth till it grazed the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex. Mountains of vomit spilled from his mouth as he coughed and struggled to breathe. Tiny drops of puke dives into the running long torrent of freshwater; forming a miniature splash. The blurry reflection reveals the appearance he hated. He loathed himself so much.

He angrily swatted at the flowing stream of water, glaring angrily as it revealed the reflection he hated. The water eventually settles and reveals Zack's appearance once again, and of course, the very sight had him rooted to the ground. But for a moment, somebody else had flickered into the reflection. A stranger. Long cotton-candy colored hair with a cute bright-colored ribbon tied in the back of her hair, a dress that had been covered in cute little decorations and a very pastel color palette, she looked to be about his age, maybe a bit older. She had a permanent grin on her face, but something told him she was anything but friendly.

"U-uhm—? Hello—?" Zack questioned, staring at the running torrent of water, while droplets of vomit continued to drip from her lips. Quickly wiping it, he turned back to the woman— who seemed a bit closer this time.

"You don't look so well," The mystery woman's expression softened, becoming a less unhinged grin as she sat down near him. "What's wrong?"

Zack knelt by the river, his stomach churning as he tried to steady his breath. He had always struggled with his appearance, but today it felt like too much to bear. He had just finished puking, and the tears in his eyes blurred his vision as he looked down at his reflection in the water. "Why do you care? You don't even know me."

"I'm just concerned. Is that so wrong?" The mysterious woman with long pink hair and a pink dress sitting beside him. Zack was taken aback, unsure of what to make of this mysterious stranger. But her gentle voice soon put him at ease. "So. Is everything okay?" she asked, her eyes filled with an emotion he couldn't quite pinpoint.

At first, Zack was skeptical. He wasn't used to opening up to strangers, especially not ones that looked like they had stepped out of a fairytale. But something about her made him feel safe, and he found himself pouring out his heart to her. "I hate my body," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wish I could look like my brother. He's so much more attractive than me. He doesn't ever have to deal with people constantly teasing and degrading his appearance— he's everything I want to be. Tall, handsome— skinny."

The woman listened patiently, nodding along as Zack spoke. When he was finished, she reached out and only stared up at the sky. Right as she was about to offer him a deal he couldn't refuse, he cut her off. "Please. Don't try to tell me to love myself just the way I am— I mean, look at me! I'm disgusting— I have pimples all over my face, I'm short— I'm even overweight! I can't have anything in life."

"I don't care for meaningless words of encouragement. Now if you're done interrupting me— I have something to offer." Zack felt a tinge of curiosity spreading through his chest as he looked at her. He didn't know how she knew exactly what to say, but it was as if she had seen right through him. Her tone was sharp, and even if she still had that soft smile, the way her eye slightly twitched had indicated she was annoyed.

"I know a way to help you. To give you exactly what you want. But you need to tell me right now— and after you answer this, there is no going back!" An unsettling chuckle escaped her mouth as she stretched her soft lips into an empty smile, "Now. What is it you desire?"

This question seemed so strange. It came out of nowhere— and it's not like she could even solve this problem, unless she was a type of magician. But still, he felt obligated to answer, "I don't want my body to be like this. I don't wanna be unhealthy— I don't wanna be short, I wanna look…I wanna be handsome. I want to love the body I'm in." His words were nearly silent, bit he still continued on as the mysterious woman listened intently.

"And, would you do anything for this wish?" Akuma 's eyes were a sight to behold, both mesmerizing and unsettling at the same time. They were luminous pink, almost like glowing orbs that seemed to emanate their own light. The irises were large and round, with a depth that seemed to draw you in, as if you were falling into an endless pit. They were framed by thick, long lashes that fluttered with every blink, casting shadows on her pale skin. "Absolutely, anything?"

As she stared at Zack, her eyes seemed to bore into his soul, as if she could see every thought and feeling he had ever had. They were intense, almost hypnotic, and he found himself unable to look away. The pink glow seemed to intensify as she spoke, as if the emotions she was feeling were reflected in her eyes. He nodded, "Yes."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" But there was something unsettling about those eyes too, something that made Zack feel uneasy. They were too intense, too otherworldly, as if they belonged to a creature from another realm. They seemed to hold secrets that he could not fathom, and he wondered if he should be afraid. She smiled as a cupcake suddenly appeared in her hand, and she offered it to him. Zack was skeptical— he knew never to accept food from strangers, especially since they could be poisoned.

"You just vomited, so you must be hungry, right? A small cupcake won't hurt." She smiled, taking a small bite of it, just to prove it wasn't poisoned— before offering the sugary treat to him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, deciding it was probably safe considering she had taken a bite out of it and remained unscathed. He shrugged, grabbing the irresistible sugary treat and took his own bite out of it. As the woman stood up and walked away, her eyes continued to haunt him, their pink glow fading into the distance. He knew that he would never forget those eyes, and that he would always wonder what secrets they held.

"Enjoy your new body!"

What had she meant by that? It was such a strange thing to say— but then again, a lot of strange people live around this area, so he wasn't surprised. He shrugged, taking another bite out of the cupcake.

— . — . —

Zack woke up with a start, feeling disoriented and confused. As he tried to shake off the grogginess of sleep, he realized that something was very different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it at first, but as he sat up, he realized that he was too tall for his bed. He looked down at his hands, and realized with a start that they were much larger than they had been before. He was also more muscular all of a sudden, as if he had been working out for years. He couldn't believe what was happening.

Panic set in as he tried to stand up, and he hit his head on the ceiling. What was going on? Was he dreaming? He stumbled out of bed, his feet feeling too big for his slippers. As he walked, he realized that everything around him looked different, as if he were seeing the world from a different perspective. As he made his way to the bathroom, he hit the doorframe with his head, and had to bend down low to get through. And then he saw himself in the mirror, and gasped in shock.

His eyes were glowing pink, just like the strange woman's had been. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was this some kind of strange dream? As he stared at his reflection, he realized that his face was different too. His jaw was more defined, his cheekbones higher, and his skin smoother and clearer than it had ever been before. He felt a mixture of confusion and excitement, as he realized that he was in a new body. But how was this possible? And what did it all mean? As he looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe. This was a new beginning, a chance to start over and be whoever he wanted to be.

But at the same time, he felt a sense of loss for his old body and his old life. He wondered what would happen to his family and friends, and how they would react to his new appearance. As he stumbled out of the bathroom, he realized that he had a lot of questions to answer. But for now, he was just excited to explore his new body and see what it was capable of. He had a feeling that this was just the beginning of a wild and amazing adventure. He even flexed his arm— smirking at the muscle being flexed

Zack's heart was racing as he heard his bedroom door open and his mom's footsteps approaching. He knew that she was going to freak out when she saw him, and he wasn't sure how to handle it.

"ZACK?! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" his mom exclaimed as she entered the room. "YOU— YOU—...You're a completely different person!"

Zack tried to calm her down, but she was already rushing to go get his dad. He didn't want to cause a scene, but he couldn't help the way he looked. As he watched his mom leave the room, he felt a sudden coughing fit coming on. He raised his hand to his mouth and coughed up a bit of pink liquid. It pooled in his palm and began to glow, casting an ethereal light across his skin. He narrowed his eyes, trying to understand what was happening to him.

The liquid continued to glow, pulsing with a strange energy that seemed to come from deep within him. It was as if his body was trying to tell him something, trying to communicate in a language that he couldn't quite understand. As he stared at the glowing liquid, he realized that this was just the beginning. There was so much more to discover about his new body, so much more to explore and understand. He couldn't wait to see what other surprises it held.

But for now, he had to deal with his mom's freakout. He took a deep breath and prepared to face the music, knowing that this was going to be a long and difficult conversation. But he was ready for whatever came his way, as long as he had the strength of his new body to carry him through.

#simp party #simp party my beloved #poor zack #hes my pookie #oc stuff

[cheesefanboy2]

Okay, so I have two ideas you can choose from for Evan and Anni, and these ideas are inspired by the hc's you wrote!

So my first idea was a more chill setting, maybe Evan was assisting Anni on a mission and they both get back and they both are exhausted and ready to just chill. So naturally they put on some music. They both are just laying on the floor or maybe sitting against a wall or something and they just aren't able to stay awake....

Then idea number two....the kitchen blowing up. When I read that hc, I immediately knew that I needed a fic on it. I mean, that idea sounds so funny. But yeah, Anni and Evan are messing around in the kitchen, maybe doing something stupid or trying to cook something they aren't familiar with and everything goes wrong-

(Those are my two ideas, feel free to choose which one you want to do and also change or add anything you'd like. Tysm!!)

Kitchen blowup!

These idiots blew up a kitchen. What more do I have to say? Anyways. Originally this was a fic, but I formatted the fic in bullets because why not? I'm gonna do a part two for the second idea because it's too good to pass up, so consider this only half of the fic.

Word count: 1,071

@insane-horror-movie-addict

Let’s be real here, Evan isn’t a big fan of sweets, they hurt his tough guy image, but he loves the ones he makes with Anni! Especially when they add a little spice to them.

So I’m imagining that Anni likes to keep her cooking skills on the down low, because who knows if idiots like Varrick and Nightmare show up and start whining at him to cook them food, and she doesn’t want to be teased as being ‘domestic’

Evan doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with cooking since he’s able to take care of himself and his health, but if anyone in the mansion saw him in the kitchen in his apron he wouldn’t ever be able to live it down.

Everything went downhill when Anni had caught him. In the act. Pink fluffy apron on with the lettering, 'Momma's big boy.'

She took a picture and now she has undeniable evidence AND blackmail. With a mischievous grin on her face, she only agrees to get rid of it if Evan agrees to help her bake something.

The kitchen usually pristine. Everything in its place, surfaces clean enough to sparkle.

Until both Anni and Evan decide that they wanna spend the day whipping up some baked goods for each other while most proxies are out on patrol.

 It’d be such a cool thing to do, having a neat display of his favorite treats waiting for them while they listen to music and just lay on the ground all day. 

Anni tenses as she glances around the room, taking in the utter chaos that they've wreaked in every corner.

There’s flour dusted on every countertop, as if a small blizzard has blown through the kitchen. Smatterings of various different batters littered across the floor and surfaces alike.

 Damn near every tool that the two of their own seem to be strewn haphazardly around the room. The sink is alarmingly full, a testament to their Tetris skills. 

Yet despite the impressive amount of dishes in the sink, there are still more spread out all around them, even along the kitchen table.

There’s no question about if Varrick is going to explode. It’s a question of how badly. But do these two idiots care? Not really. Running is always an option. An option they'd gladly take if needed.

"Wait, wait, wait.." Anni stopped, slowly putting her hands up in protest as she looked at Evan. "Did you put something in the electric oven?" 

"I think I left the rags in there- oh fuck." The oven started to make a strange noise, Evan's eyes widened. "Is it supposed to make that noise?"

"Nah. It's supposed to make that noise." Anni shrugged.

Famous last words.. oh God.

While Anni has been kneading the dough, the oven starts to make strange noises again. The beeping goes out of wack and starts to get louder and louder.

Before they knew it, the kitchen ends up in fucking FLAMES. Fire is everywhere, the oven fucking blew up and the food they worked so hard on is on fire. And they fly out of the kitchen with fire on their aprons, with black soot all over their faces. Evan has a little fire on his hair, which Anni quickly puts out when he screams.

Unlucky for these two idiots, they're about to find out as they hear Varrick's heavy feet padding around the corner.

"WHAT DO WE DO?!" Evan whisper yells to Anni as the kitchen is lit on FIRE.

"I DONT FUCKING KNOW! I NEVER HAD TO DEAL WITH A KITCHEN THAT WAS ON FUCKING FIRE!" Anni whisper-yells as the smell of burning sweets is spread through the house.

"YOURE A PROXY! YOU SHOULD KNOW!" Evan whisper-yelled back.

"WHAT? WHAT DOES A PROXY HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING-" She got cut off when she heard Varrick speak.

He’s home a little earlier than they'd anticipated, or maybe they lost all track of time, who’s to say. Either way, he’s barreling through the door and it does not sound like he’s had the best day.

“Stupid, fuckin’ goddamn Gigglers,” Anni can hear him muttering as he kicks his shoes off, one of them thudding against the wall as he continues his quiet tirade to no one in particular.

Unlucky for the two, they're about to find out how angry he will get as they hear his heavy feet padding around the corner. 

“Surprise?” Anni smiles lopsidedly, guilt seeping from her expression. The two of them stand still as the kitchen continues to burn.

He halts abruptly, as if he’d just walked straight into an invisible brick wall. Standing stock still, he takes in the disaster before him, before his unreadable yellow irises look to Anni for an explanation. 

Anni fidgets, bringing her hands together in front of her as she tilts her head down, an innocent pout perched on her lips.

Varrick shrugs, "Not my problem."

They both sigh in relief, letting out the repressed breath they've been holding back, in fear of Varrick's reaction.

Anni sighs quietly to herself, reviewing the mess before in an attempt to decide where to start the clean-up process.

While drying his hair with a towel, Vince comes out of the bedroom after changing into some comfortable and breathable pajamas. He looked at the floor on his way out and remembered that he had to clean up his kitchen only to find the kitchen on fire.

"DEAR GOD, MY KITCHEN!" Vince walks in, dramatically falling to his knees as he views his beloved kitchen. Anger snaps into his eyes.

"WHO THE FUCK WAS IN HERE?!" At the top of his lungs, he yelled, waiting to fuck up the culprit. Anni could easily get away with a stunt like this, after all, Vince liked her a lot. But Evan? Evan was going to get an ass whooping of the century.

Anni and Evan clearly were the culprits, with soot, ash and baked sweets all over them. Their aprons were even burned a little.

Evan cleared his throat, "I'm pretty sure…Jeff was in here. Yeah, he left the oven on."

Anni nodded along with his lie. "Yeah! We told him to turn off the oven, but you know how he is. He's Jeff. So he ignored our warnings." Anni lied innocently, as Vince slowly turned to the poor innocent Jeff sleeping on the couch.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH IM GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"WHA-"

Anni and Evan quickly discard their aprons, and run out.

#Moots #Anni and Evan #simp party

[veesstar0555]

slytherin party

remus: have u seen regulus, i need to speak to him about something?

barty: yeah hes just… *points to the top of a table at a dancing regulus*

barty: …there

remus: jesus christ-

james: *absolutely short-circuiting at seeing regulus in makeup, rings and muggle clothes*

regulus: *waves*

james: i need to- uh- ah. yeah thats what i need. that.

remus: eyes on the prize, james?

#james is a simp #regulus is hot #slytherin party #slytherin common room #barty crouch jr #remus lupin is done #remus lupin KNOWS #james potter #jegulus #dead gay wizards #marauders #jfp #regulus black #sunseeker

[ughthisisntright]

Hello There ! 👋😊

May I ask you a humble request ? 🙏

NSFW Silco seducing and fucking Finn's girlfriend please 🙈

YES. THIS. THIIIIIIS. I made reader gender neutral - I was on autopilot and wrote it like that!

NSFW below the cut!

You felt the watchful gaze of Silco as Finn berates you in front of the entire society of chembarons. You had little to do with the operation, with the cause, but Finn still loved to assert his power over you. Something he'd been doing since the very beginning. You loved him. sure, but there was something eating away at you that made you want to... rebel.

As the man huffed away to join the rest of the chembarons, you were left with an uneasy feeling in your gut. The way he made you feel - small, unimportant, a burden - it was not an easy pill to swallow that your boyfriend was as cruel as he was. It seemed that being part of a covert operation to bring forth the greater good was not something he was suited for. And it angered you.

And still as you ruminated over the horrible display of toxic masculinity, that feeling of Silco's eyes on you burned your skin. You turned your head ever so slightly to meet his gaze. He wasn't even listening to the meeting. He didn't care what Finn had to say. He would never care again.

-

When the meeting concluded, and Finn tossed his coat at you before leaving, you sank into an empty chair. The room was empty, the rest of the more important people going to finalize plans for another shimmer plant, and all that was left was you and this stupid fucking coat. You gripped it in your smaller hands, wishing beyond anything that you would be able to tear it into pieces and cast it into the River Pilt.

You screamed in agony before slamming the coat onto the table. It felt good, but not good enough. And before you could even allow yourself the joy of letting some of that go, you heard clapping behind you.

Turning, you laid eyes on Silco. So the room wasn't empty. He stalked toward you with a smirk on his face. The older man always carried himself with such bravado, such confidence, not unlike Finn. But there was a key difference between the two: Experience.

Silco was successful long before the chembarons came together. Independently achieving goals left and right before any of them had even had the chance to taste Topside. Long before Finn was even born.

And here he was, stalking toward you like it was nothing. You watched him come closer, clasping his hands behind his back, and looking you over.

"Quite impressive the way you stand your ground in the face of something like that. Are you quite alright?" His low voice reverberated off the walls of the room, as large as it was, and you could feel it in your bones.

"Well," you began, trying to find your words. "I'm fine, but... That's him I guess."

"Regardless, it was quite the sight to see. I don't exactly know what the cause was for that kind of reaction, but it seems if I know Finn enough, it was likely his fault." A smirk lifted his features as he gave what you assumed to be his version of comfort. A smirk to which you responded with a small smile of your own.

"That's very kind of you to say," you admit softly.

-

And that was how you found yourself bent over the table - on top of Finn's elaborate coat - in the meeting room. The same meeting room where Finn had berated you earlier, the same meeting room where the meeting between the society of chembarons had taken place, and the same place where Silco - of all people - had given you comfort.

The feeling of him inside you was overwhelming. You didn't exactly expect him to be as large as he was, but you also thought you'd seen all you'd ever get with Finn. And now, with his hands around your waist and his hips against the swell of your ass, you were sure that this wouldn't be the last time this kind of meeting would occur between the two of you.

Heavy breathing and grunts behind gritted teeth sounded out from behind you as harsh snaps of hips shook your entire being. You could feel the hard edge of the wood digging into your flesh as you were pounded into the surface of the table like a thing to be used. And you were loving every second of it.

At the height of your ecstasy, when Silco was growling the filthiest things in your ear, you heard the sound of the heavy door being opened. Your eyes opened and you caught sight of your boyfriend standing in the doorway.

Ex-boyfriend, that is. It's a fair trade-off for this kind of lust.

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