#Habit emh x reader

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Rabbit

Rabbit I'm begging you to do stalker headcanons with Mh or EMH guys (you don't gotta ofc! But w o ah)

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AAAA IM SO HAPPY U LIKED THEM !!!! I WAS RLLY HAPPY W HOW THE TOBY ONES CAME OUT :)))) also,,,, watch me hit u w ALL the guys !!!!!!!!!!!!!! (nsfw can come later if u wish fishy, i skipped it cus this is alr a super long post BFJSJFNJS) (also i got to use my rainbow dividers i have saved up cus there's so many ppl YAYYYYYYY)

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Stalker!Brian Thomas / Hoodie / Tim Wright / Masky / Evan Myers / HABIT x gn!reader headcanons :)

Brian ;

ok we know Brian likes to record

so expect there to be at least one camera on you a majority of the time

sometimes he'll leave it in a tree or placed just right behind a fence post, zoomed in on your bedroom window so he can document you and your routine even when he's busy

he's so thoughtful 😸😸😸

definitely the type to perfectly curate a "meet-cute" for the both of you, writing down the coffee place you stop off at on mondays for a pick-me-up, the stores you go to that have your favorite brand of something, he calculates his every action with you long before it's happened.

he knows what he's doing is wrong, but unlike Toby, he's not exactly ashamed of it. if anything he likes the added excitement that you could still find him out

this is one of the times him and Hoodie kind of blur together a little bit, both in morals and actions

Brian is fully willing to do whatever it takes to keep eyes on you and to keep you under his thumb and his alone; it doesn't matter who gets in his way

Hoodie ;

also a big fan of recording, but tends to get much more risky with it

likes the feeling that you might catch a little camera that's nestled in between some trinkets and books or a pile of blankets you keep on your couch

he is a creepy creeper . he wants to watch EVERYTHING

gets his feelings hurt when you close your curtains cus you feel eyes on you (you're right, but still :(()

it takes a lot to deter him from doing everything in his power to keep watch over you

he's not even sure of his own motives, really. sure, he wants to keep you safe and make sure no one else is watching you, but most of the time he's just there to watch.

you're like a doll to him, something to entertain him.

Masky ;

this isn't even part of this i just wanna say the vibe for stalker Masky (and just him in general tbh) for me feels a lot like the intro to My Meds Aren't Working by Dystopia . very slow, calculating, stuck in your own head but still zeroed in on one thing

and it's you ofc !!!!

i think Masky is one of the more scarier guys to have stalking you on this lineup honestly. hot? yes absolutely. terrifying to see constantly out of the corner of your eye, sitting at the bus stop outside your job, standing in the parking lot of the gas station by your apartment complex and staring up into your window? YES VERY

he's haunting. he doesn't go up to you, will go completely brick wall at you if you try to come up to him, and you can never tell what emotion is going on behind his eyes. the few times you've walked closer to him, likely on the street in the earlier stages, he looked hungry. like he was waiting and watching for your guard to be down to do something.

if he knows you'll be out, he'll get into your house to steal some of your clothes- likely your underwear (creepy crawler) and a sleep shirt

you will never see him without the mask on. point blank. not to smoke, eat, anything. he is not human or himself when he's around you; he needs to absorb everything about you.

i don't think of him to be the type to film you, would rather be there in person 24/7. it feels more personal to him.

Tim ;

one of the few guys that feels guilt about what he's doing- he knows how scary it is to feel watched all the time. how awful it is to find out you were right.

he’s embarrassed of himself; he’s prided himself on being stoic and independent for so long that this sudden urge to love you and watch you and know you gives him waves of shame

watches from afar, would definitely try and avoid letting himself get too close to you in person. he’s ashamed of it, but he can’t help himself- he needs you, even if at a distance. 

steals clothes you’ve slept in so he can try and satiate his yearning to be close to you without actually needing to be so vulnerable, with you or anyone

his near dependency on you reminds me of It Will Come Back by Hozier, his obsession is fed by breadcrumbs from the few in-person up close encounters he’s had with you. smiles when he comes into where you work, nervous little waves when you catch him looking at you at the store, soft 'excuse me!'s when you pass by him

you drive him up a wall (lovingly)

Evan ;

Evan feels guilty, but for the ‘wrong’ reasons

i say ‘wrong’ because he’s more concerned with you inevitable introduction to the whole Habit mess, not with the morals of stalking and obsessing over you

despite his guilt, he can’t get enough of you. his persistence rivals Brian's; it’s almost immediate that he tries to get you with him

latches onto you for fear of you leaving- honestly less of a stalker and more on the obsessive side. not good at keeping his hands to himself. 

you might be one of the only cases where he tries to bargain and/or work with Habit, in an attempt to keep you safe or keep you near him out of desperation if you're not listening to him when he tries to convince you to stay with him essentially 25/8

touchy obsessive little critter . give him what he wants before he goes sicko mode (being 10 feet away from you at all times)

Habit ;

does not hide himself AT ALL

will actively be letting you know he's watching

seeing him behind you in mirrors, rabbit motifs everywhere, a random blood splatter in plain sight that no one else seems to see.

he watches, he knows, and he learns

what things make you the most paranoid, all the ways he can slowly introduce himself in a more. friendly light to get you to trust him. to love him.

he's what's best for you, whether you like it or not. it just might take some time for you to get there

ironically for him, think 'The Best Is Yet To Come' by Frank Sinatra. it's just a matter of time before things get so much better. for the both of you, of course!

[duelacadatoolshed]

it's a bitch convincing people to like you {Evan/Reader/HABIT}

Part 1/4

{ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 }

Summary: You really, really love your boyfriend, but you also really wish he'd told you he was occasionally, and very literally, possessed by the most irritating murder-goblin you could ever imagine before HABIT woke you up instead of Evan one morning. Except how would he have even started that conversation?

Warnings: violence, brief graphic imagery (like a sentence, courtesy of HABIT, naturally), knives, implied HABIT cruelty & behaviour. Unedited.

A/N: emhposting in 2024. based on this post if U wanna see the full fic concept. I have like 4 chapters locked and loaded but I can't promise anything beyond that. Future chapters do contain darker themes and sexual content. but I love writing HABIT and I like his dynamic with the reader here. like it if you like it, or comment, or anything. Print it out and eat it. If you hated it send it to your enemies.

The only thing worse than enduring HABIT was the thought of letting Evan suffer him alone. That's what you'd remind yourself when it's the middle of the night and your Advil is wearing off and the wounds along your body have started to ache again. Evan was sleeping soundly next to you, arm across you, holding you tightly, which he tends to do now more than he doesn't on the nights that he's home. Sometimes you wonder how the hell he even gets to sleep; you know he's not faking it because he always wakes up screaming. Still, you prefer those nights to the ones where HABIT wakes instead. That was how you'd meet him that first night.

The feeling of nails digging into your side wakes you.

"You're new," you hear the incredulous, raspy voice of what you think is your boyfriend, and you try to shove his hand away, mumbling that that hurt. Like a lightning flash, however, your hands were pinned to the bed either side of your head, as the creature wearing your boyfriend's face straddles your hips. But you don't notice the malevolent grin, nor the cruel glint of intrigue in his eyes, still waking up. You actually were a little excited by this unexpected show of dominance, and couldn't help the sleepy, flirty grin that spread across your lips.

"Oh, it's like that?" You purred, hips shifting beneath him, "good morning."

For a moment he seems caught up in you, then he looks around.

"Where the fuck are we?"

"Evan," you start to grow more confused, watching him, noticing more and more how out of character he was behaving, "we're at my place, remember?" He looks around again, slower this time, then back at you. There's no missing the malevolence in his eyes this time. This time, when you whisper his name with concern, he grins.

"Not quite."

He calls himself Evan's worse half. He calls himself HABIT. He calls you Little Rabbit with a dark grin.

HABIT talks more than he doesn't. That first night he paces your room, tearing things apart looking for some sort of weapon even as you insist you don't have -

"Not even a box cutter for arts and fuckin' crafts? What the fuck is wrong with you, don't you have a fucking hobby?" He bites out, and you, still utterly confused and now downright terrified, tremble in the corner of your bed. He bemoans not being able to stay and have fun, says he's got a schedule to keep, but before he leaves, he approaches you. When your foot lashes out, kicks him, he snags your ankle. His grip is so fucking strong, so tight; your lip wobbles, there's tears in your eyes.

"I'm gonna go, because I'm a busy man, but I promise you - I promise," and he grabs your chin forcefully, making sure you're looking him in the eyes when you start to cry, "I'll be back for you." He watches the first of the tears trail down your cheeks, looking almost hungry as he does so, "I can see why he likes you," he muses, "fuckin' soft little rabbit," he wets his lips, and you squeeze your eyes shut, quietly asking why this is happening, but all he does is laugh, "I'm gonna have fun with you." But it makes your blood turn to ice in your veins.

This wasn't normal, this wasn't the man you'd been falling for in these past few months, this wasn't a side of him you'd seen before, or even felt he was capable of having. Part of you thinks you should break up with him, terrified of what this could all mean, what he could be capable of, but another part has begun to love him, and wants answers.

It takes a bit of online investigation, but soon you come across EverymanHYBRID and The Seven Trials of HABIT. Things... start to make a lot more sense after that. Days later, there's a banging at your apartment door in the dead of night. You know it's not your boyfriend, not really.

"Go away, HABIT," you tried feebly, yawning. He shouts that he'll make a scene if he has to, and it'll be all your fault. If your research proved anything it was that HABIT making a scene usually ended with bloodshed. You didn't want that on your conscience.

You open the door. HABIT's laughter is mean when he calls you obedient.

You don't ask if he's okay, or why he's covered in blood, or whose blood it is, you really would prefer not to know. He seems surprised that you're not, almost gleeful at how nonplussed you appeared as you looked him over, gaze only pausing to linger on the knife in his hand.

"Are you going to kill me now?" You sighed, as if resigned to your fate. HABIT cocks his head to the side, regarding you curiously.

"What, no response? No fear?" He passes the knife back and forth between his hands. You simply ask him to close the door, turning your back on him as you head back into the apartment, "this isn't how this is meant to go," HABIT says, sounding almost annoyed, but he at least closes the door.

"I'm not going to scream in terror just because it gets you hard," you sniped back, heading to the refrigerator, "you want a drink? How long since you've eaten - fucking ow!" You felt the blade against your back barely a second before it bit into your skin. It's only a shallow wound, enough to sting, but he holds the blade there like it's a threat, hand around you throat, pulling you against him.

"You have a lot of fucking nerve, rabbit," he snarls in your ear, and your traitorous body is unfortunately kind of into it in this moment. Whatever fucked up fantasies you may or may not have were much healthier staying just that. So you just try and focus on all of the awful shit you know he's done, and how he's covered in someone else's blood - actually not that, he's kind of hot covered in blood.

"So do you," you bit back, not fighting his hold, refusing to struggle or give the kind of reaction he was hoping for, "kill me or piss off, HABIT, do you want a drink or not?" Before he can even properly answer, you turned your face to his for a moment - wow he's closer than you were expecting, "and if you say some edgelord shit like you want to drink my blood, I'm gonna kill myself."

For a few seconds the two of you are locked in a starting contest; you bored, HABIT scowling. He twists the tip of the knife in your back, but you force yourself to remain stonefaced, simply muttering a deadpan 'ow'.

"Have you restocked your fridge since I left?"

"Went shopping this morning."

"What do you have?"

"Get the fucking knife out of my back and I'll tell you."

You wonder if HABIT knows you're bluffing, knows that you're terrified of how he could snap at any minute and hurt you. He's playing along, sitting at your tiny kitchen table, carving something into it with his knife as you make you both hot chocolates.

"There is something fucking wrong with you, rabbit," HABIT laughs as you set down the mug in front of him and take the opposite seat.

"I care about the guy you stole the steering wheel from," you answered simply with a shrug. HABIT begins to smile again, to laugh all mean and cruel.

"Fucking hell, despite all of me you're still interested in him? Seriously you're out of your fucking mind; earlier today I gouged out a woman's eyes and made her husband eat them -"

"Sounds like your kind of party."

The realisation hits him very suddenly. You watch as it occurs. Still, you continue, rolling your eyes as you explain that you're dating Evan, not him, and every relationship has issues.

"Issues?!" HABIT gets to his feet, indignant, "I'm just a fucking relationship issue to you? Do you know how much pain I'm going to put you in?!"

"So much, I'm sure," you give him a thin, mean smile of your own, "and I'll scream and I'll cry and I'll beg for it to stop, but that's because that's the natural human reaction to tremendous amounts of pain, not because I'm actually scared of you, HABIT."

HABIT slaps you so hard you crash out of your chair and to the ground. Your face smacks into a low cabinet and there's the metallic taste of blood in your mouth as you find yourself reeling. No normal human should be able to hit you that hard. It will undoubtedly bruise. HABIT's ranting now, about how your so stupid for not fearing him, pacing and gesturing with his knife.

"Eight," you interrupt him, not bothering to get up off the floor.

"Eight what?"

"Out of ten."

"On what? The pain scale? Jesus fucking Christ you people are soft -"

"On the quality of the slap, HABIT," your self preservation skills are shocking; he's definitely going to kill you.

"Why are you like this?" He asks flatly, deflating as his anger leaves him. You sit up, cross legged, leaning against the cupboard.

"Like I said, I'm not gonna scream in terror just because it gets you hard. You're not getting a proper reaction from me because you're not the one in that body who deserves to get the satisfaction from me."

HABIT stares at you for several long moments, just wearing that eerie smile. Slowly, he approached you, squatting down to be at your level, before he reaches out, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. It comes away red and slick, and neither of you break eye contact as he sticks his thumb into his mouth to taste your blood.

"I'll get you, little rabbit," he threatens lowly and you have to pretend like he's not turning you on right now.

"I look forward to it," you give him a cold smile, "can I have my boyfriend back now?"

HABIT groans loudly, like a petulant child, but concedes, and in the next instance he's gone, leaving Evan's body collapsed on your kitchen floor beside you.

Finally you feel like you can breathe again.

[nighttime-horrors]

The way you write HABIT is everything… <3

Could you write something about HABIT and the reader living together domestically? Maybe reader having to obey and act like they love HABIT so it doesn’t yknow.. kill them. Reader might actually start to enjoy HABITs presence after a while and stuff. (Basically Stockholm syndrome-) idk like domestic fluff with a touch of angst

Idk I’m sorry if this ask doesn’t make any sense 😭

⊹ฺ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡

⊹ฺ Characters: HABIT (EverymanHYBRID)

⊹ฺ Contains: GN! Reader; Mentions of death (not descriptive); HABIT is his own warning ♡; Use of "bunny" as a pet name; The usual Predator/Prey dynamic; A forehead kiss; Allusions to something like Stockholm Syndrome; SFW

⊹ฺ Note: I'm so sorry for the wait!! I really hope you enjoy this and I'm sorry if I'm a little rusty! Thank you for the request! <3

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Your eyes lazily stare at the being across the room.

HABIT is leaned against a table, both of his palms laying flat against its surface. You don't know what's going through his head and you aren't sure if you want to know. With HABIT, it could be anything, and more often than not, whatever was going on in his mind wasn't good. Your stomach twists slightly at the thought.

"Hey, bunny." HABIT's voice is sharp and commanding. His eyes don't leave the tabletop, but you feel as though his gaze is burning into you. "C'mere."

You're immediately on your feet and walking away from the couch you were curled up on. Your nerves scream at you to stop moving or to run the other way, but you continue to take quick steps to the demon. You stop at the other side of the table and know that you're noticably more tense than you were a moment ago. To make things worse, you know HABIT knows it, too.

HABIT finally looks up from the table, eyeing you up and down with a raised eyebrow. "Why're you so far away?" You quickly fix your mistake, nerves barely settling at the slight gleam of amusement in his eyes. Once you round the table, you offer HABIT a shy smile, looking at his face. You're still too scared to look him in the eyes. You make yourself, though, ignoring the pain that comes with it. The eyes only belong to the body HABIT's in, now. You don't know if Evan's ever coming back.

He finally moves from his position and properly turns to you. You know he can see how tense you are, the inward curl of your shoulders and the way your hands resist balling up at your sides. You're scared of him and he knows it. He lives for it. HABIT knows how much something as simple as his presence hurts you; he's tortured and killed your friends, has tortured you, yet he can still see the slight hint of softness in your eyes. His favorite activity is taking advantage of that part of you.

His smirk broadens and you flinch. One of his hands slowly raises at your side, barely skimming your arm. You can't help the shiver that runs through your body. HABIT's hand goes from your side to your torso, continuing to move upward until his fingers made contact with the leather collar around your neck, squeezing the material in his fist. Your eyes widen and your throat suddenly feels tight.

You had forgotten that the collar was even there. Ever since HABIT had fully taken over Evan's body after being summoned, it had been around your neck, tight as ever. It hasn't come off since HABIT put it on you and the only time it ever even moved was when HABIT decided to use it as a leash or the few times you had tried to pull it off. None of those attempts had ended well, and even if it was just in your head, you would have swore that it got tighter each time you tried removing it. Each tug at the fastener in the back did nothing for you.

HABIT pulls you closer to him and you realize just how much has become normal to you in regard to him. You wouldn't say you'd become comfortable around him, you weren't sure HABIT would let you be if it were a possibility. Despite the fear and unease he pulled from you, however, you also somehow felt safe. It was like you knew deep down that you were too fun for him to just throw away. You were sure things wouldn't stay like that between you forever, but for the moment you would let yourself toy with the idea of being safe with him. Being safe enough to keep from dying was enough.

"Aww, bunny," he coos, a chuckle rumbling through his chest. "There's no need to flinch. You know I won't hurt ya." You look down instinctively at his hand around your collar before looking up at him. Your eyebrows are raised in a disbelieving manner, but not in a way that would make him angry. You managed to somehow keep the look lighthearted. The look must have been soft enough, because before you knew it, he laughed, giving you a loud and uncharacteristic kiss on your forehead.

You hate to admit it, but you love HABIT's soft moments. They're incredibly rare, but when they happen, you always take advantage of them. Even though there was no reason for it to happen, HABIT's softer moments felt natural to you. It was almost as if the two of you hadn't thought about killing each other, or as though he hadn't killed your loved ones and possessed your favorite person. Moments like this made you feel warm and like you weren't in danger. You hated how it made you feel, but it was a welcome escape. Almost like a necessary evil.

"Oh, come on, bunny. Don't look at me like that." HABIT teases, unwrapping his fingers from your collar and moving them to rest against your throat. "It makes me want to hurt you."

[zahmbie]

Kay hear me out. Habit with a partner who also murders people

You guys would be a nightmare for Vinny lmao

Content warnings for discussion of violence and gore, with the reader actively participating in it

I’m a little split here, one one hand HABIT loves freaking out his partner occasionally. He’d never hurt you of course, but he thinks it’s funny to see your disgust when he comes downstairs coated in blood and gore or to see your reaction to him bringing home a victim. 

On the other hand, you’d probably be the perfect partner for him. He doesn’t get to scare you but he gets to be as openly fucked up as he wants, and he can drag you along with him! He’s normally not one to initiate a date (unless you count sitting on the couch watching old horror DVDs a date), but now he drags some poor soul up to the attic and calls you killing them together a date night. Romance isn’t dead but that guy sure is

He lets himself be a little more ‘romantic’ than usual when you two are together like this. He’ll wrap his arms around you from behind and lay his head on your arm/shoulder and guides the knife you’re holding, or draw little hearts on you in blood with his finger. 

A very fond memory between the two of you is just spending all night sharing stories of murdering people. You guys shared ideas and worked out plans together, and HABIT looks at you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters as you describe the first time you killed someone. He’s not really able to relate to any fears of getting caught (though he does make a big show of protecting you from cops), but he loves the excitement in your eyes as you talk about it.

He often calls you pet names but the peak of comedy to him is calling you over the top pet names in front of a victim. He’ll be monologuing to someone about how he’s gonna rip their throat out with his teeth and his voice is so deep and he’s snarling so much you can barely understand him, then he looks over at you and calls you some shit like snickerdoodle in the same tone.

I’m picturing the attic scene and HABIT switches like “You think you’re untouchable? Not even god could hide from me. Oh my Precious Sunshine Honey Bun Love Bug would you please get me my good knife <3”

HABIT’s really likes the idea of inhabiting you while killing someone. It’d be a huge show of trust on your part, letting what’s more or less a demon into your body and mind willingly. He’s super into the thought but if you aren’t he won’t push it, he’s pretty rough with his hosts and has little (if any) self preservation skills. Even if he treated you like you were made of glass- which he would- you’d still come out of it with some scars.

He’s held on to the heart of the first person you killed together for months, giving it to you preserved in a jar as an anniversary gift.

[writing-for-the-gays]

Run rabbit, run.

HABIT x TRANSMASC! PLUS SIZED! HAIRY! READER

half monster HABIT hc + fic

Tw: HABIT being HABIT | violence| marijuana usage | HABIT is obsessed with t-guy pussy god whispered this in my ear at 3 am | HABIT is obsessed with FAT T-guy pussy | LIGHTLY TOUCHED ON FEEDING | implied MC running on caffeine and weed and not very much sleep| monster habit (I GOT CARRIED AWAY IM SORRY NO IM NOT)

For 🐛 anon

For Evan fuckers: Oh, deer!

-We all know this man is a sadist and masochist, we can't pretend we don't.

-hes a biter!!! He will bite you! Like hard enough to need stitches. You've had a few embarrassing ER visits. (Habit can dress wounds and stitch you up but he just likes how embarrassed you get about it)

- he and Evan are very different in bed, but one thing they have in common is giving head like a god. Dude low-key is obsessed with your cunt.

-but he's good at a 'sloppy drooling messy' kind of head that Ev cannot provide.

- fuck he's in love with your body. Like, he grabs your belly and just plays with it, literally salivating at the idea of leaving hickeys.

- he fucks you in a mirror so you can watch the way your body moves as he fucks you.

-oh and he loves your boobs , hairy man tits? Who fucking wouldn't.

- he stares at them constantly. You couldn't get him to tell you the color of your eyes but he has every hair on your chest memorized 🫡.

- he's into prey and predator dynamics, he gets so incredibly hard when he's chasing you through the woods he can't help himself.

- Vinny has been caught in this game of yours by accident a few times , and if he finds you, covered in bite marks half naked with twigs in your hair and he just gives you one of these looks:

- HABITs into knife play, you have lots of scars from it and he doesn't feel bad Abt it 😔✊.

- HE WANTS TO BE PEGGED but with one of the ones with a silicone grinding thing inside so it grinds right against your t-dick.

-hes a dom bottom mind you.

- but you peg him and he becomes a stupid feral mess.

(so obsessed with the idea I wrote the fanfic Abt it so it's going here instead of at the end)

He could feel your hairy belly press against his back as the silicone abused his prostate; drool pooling on the corner of his lip, looking back and admiring you he let out a purr. You look away, you can't look at the smug very fucked drunk grin you're sure he's giving you.

Your hips stutter against him and he tenses as you hit his prostate dead on, his eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open as you wring another orgasm from him.

You begin to slow your hips, grinding the silicone tip slowly inside of him, exhaustion and want find respite in your bones.

You need to stop and cum, this grinding wasn't enough, you needed more, his tongue, his cock, his fingers his anything.

He presses against you, back arching with the curve of your stomach, resting against it as he comes into a position that shouldn't be comfortable.

You avoid his eye contact and his thumb, middle finger and index finger grab at your face, turning your head harshly to look at him.

His eyes bore into yours and it makes you want to squeeze your own shut, but you just can't, like he has some kind of hold on your mind you cant avoid his gaze.

His face is flushed, and he's drooling. But his eyes, while dilated and wet with tears, were strong and threatening.

"I didn't say you could slow down rabbit." He rolls his hips against yours and it sends pleasure shooting across your body.

"Good little rabbits do what they're told. They run when they're told to run, right?" He captures your lips in his and his tongue forces it's way into your mouth before you can respond.

It's a rough kiss, teeth clacking together and tongues rubbing against each other. You can't help but find yourself getting wetter and wetter, dick getting harder and harder, pressing right up against the grinding pad.

He pulls away and bites your lip hard enough to make you bleed, before letting out a growl.

"So, keep fuckin' me, now. Do what you're told. Run rabbit, run."

-makes you breakfast in bed and he's so hard because he can't stop thinking Abt what your mouth can do and how those teeth can rip and tear apart flesh

-please blow him after eating ✨.

- trust me it's purely to indulge him, don't be surprised if there's something you're allergic to in anything he makes.

- loves getting you really really high to overstimulate you, oh you're really high? Well hes sucking your t-dick rn and finger fucking your hole so have a fun time trying to concentrate on rolling a joint for him.

-it's so badly rolled you literally have to suffocate him with your thighs so he'll back off and you can redo it. It looks like a fucking hard candy.

- Goes fucking feral over your hair, he's into hairy guys and fuck do you fit the bill.

- you keep it at least slightly maintained more for convenience but you don't shave.

- he loves

MONSTER FUCKING AHEAD

-he goes into heat gets bored and can't control himself and goes either fully monster (basically a demon anthro hare with grey and washed out purple fur, sharp teeth and claws) or partially monster (EARS AND TAIL AND TEETH AND CLAWS AND NOTHING ELSE)

- knotted tentacle dick bc peace and love on planet earth.

- he gets real possessive during this kind of thing, leaving enough marks for Vinny to notice. And they're not human sized either

- large, deep, scabbed over marks on most of your visible skin, most will probably scar.

- and vinny doesn't really care (look you're a consenting adult and you seem to contest enthusiastically if what he's heard through the walls indicate.)

-but he DOES give you this look

- and asks a few slightly personal questions, bc what the fuck how do you fuck THAT hard.

- mainly to embarrass you.

- habit thinks your discomfort is funny so even if you try to get him to stop he won't.

- speaking of discomfort- when he's in foreplay is non existent, he'll literally pull your pants and boxers down and fuck you whenever. His dick produces enough lube for it not to hurt too bad. But it's not comfortable.

- he's broken the bed too many times to count, you've tried metal bedframes, you've tried springs, you've tried a water bed (that's not a story you like to talk about), you've done it all, and every time he fucks you hard enough to destroy it beyond repair.

- if you fuck him expect a noise complaint. His vocal chords are different which means he clicks and purrs and shit but also, loud as shit growls that vibrate the house.

- play with his ears and tail and he'll cum immediately (especially with a well angled strap-on.)

- sloppy head just got sloppier with his ultra long tongue and extra drool. Squirt on his face and he'll keep eating you out! (Call now only for the low low price of your soul and all sense of sanity!)

- after care is him licking cum off your chest and then letting Evan take over because fuck that lovey dovey shit. (he'd marry you if he could)

~^°^~^°^~^°^~^°^~•⁠.̫•~^°^~^°^~^°^~

I tried my best but got carried away and it's not proof read. Uuh hope you enjoyed? Don't kill me.

[mintypuggo]

HEY EMH TUMBLR

I’m looking for a specific HABIT x Reader fic.

It was sort of angsty. Basically, HABIT and reader fight, he throws a lamp (I think) and breaks the readers arm. Reader leaves the house and starts to fuck off into the woods. Eventually, Firebrand finds them, and tells them that they are actually leaving HABIT’s pocket dimension; he’s letting them go. When Firebrand asks which one we choose, we choose to go back to HABIT. And we find him basically catatonic, staring at a static tv screen and laying in a pile of our clothes. There’s a bit more after that but J can’t remember it.

IF ANYONE COULD HELP ME FIND THIS FIC, IT WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED.

Edit: I fucking found it!!! https://www.tumblr.com/creepy-bi-day/622473551066382336/aye-aye-capain-habit-and-his-mate-are

[zahmbie-after-dark]

HABIT X Reader General NSFW Headcanons

(Old post)

No major warnings here, general warning for HABIT but there’s not really any violence involved

HABITs not that sexual of a guy. He’s not opposed to it, it’s just never really been at the front of his mind. There’s far more fun ways to make a person scream in his opinion.

That being said, I think he’d just match his partners pace. If you’ve got a libido that wants to go every night, he can do that just fine. You wanna do it like, once a month, tops? He’s good with that too.

Evans got a slightly above average length, above average girth. HABITs true form will destroy your insides please don’t try it.

You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about with kinks around him. He might (will) tease, but nothing’s really taboo for him. 

Literally the worst with edging. He’ll sit on the couch, tv on and you in his lap, fingers in you to the knuckle, and the moment you get close he just stops moving. If you complain about it he’ll just coo about how cute you look when you’re frustrated and curl his fingers in just the right spot to get you to quiet down again. This can continue for hours unless you beg.

He really likes to watch you. If he comes home and you’re getting off by yourself, he’ll just watch. He won’t draw attention to himself but he’s not hiding either. Just standing in the door frame until you see him or finish. He won’t offer to help either, if you see him and stop he’ll just wave his hand for you to keep going, if you want something you’ll have to beg ask him nicely.

Major corruption kink. He wouldn’t seek out an inexperienced partner but if you were 👀

He just really likes the thought of someone losing their virginity to/discovering new kinks because of a demon.

He’s never actually done it but he’s joked about using his ability to inhabit multiple people for sex. One HABIT’s already a lot to deal with, be careful if you bring it up.

He’s really into predator/prey, his ideal foreplay is just chasing you through the woods with a knife.

He’ll pin you to the ground, knife pressed *just* enough to your neck that you’re aware it’s there, you beg for your life saying “oh I’ll do anything if you’ll let me live” and he fucks you into the dirt. He’ll also probably cut your clothes off with said knife, don’t wear something you’re attached to during this.

One of his real victims tried this once. It didn’t work but he giggles about it sometimes.

I feel like this is a basic kink thing for demons. Human begging for their life is the demonic equivalent to the “I ordered a pizza but I don’t have any money” porno

[gutxpupz]

EMH TUMBLR I NEED HELP FINDING A FANFIC AUTHOR

they write/wrote a lot for HABIT and had a lot of their fics in the format of headcanon lists!! they used to have this banner for their NSFW posts that was a teddybear with a pink background that said Minors DNI. PLEASE HELP IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THEM FOR HOURS HELP ME FIND THIS BEAUTIFUL AUTHOR PERSON

[veaspo]

resting bitch face gn! reader with brian jane toby ben habit

real

CREEPS X RBF!READER

BRIAN THOMAS // HOODIE

-> he can be very smiley at times but he never actually has rbf

-> when he seen you for the FIRST time ever, he actually thought you were a bitch

-> before he started talking to you and then you were very smiley

-> then a few months later of knowing you and you had him wrapped around your finger

JANE RICHARDSON // JANE THE KILLER

-> she has resting bitch face too, dw

-> when she seen you for the first time, she knew that you could match her freak

-> jane started talking to you and you two got along really well

-> yall started dating not to long after

TOBIAS ROGERS // TICCI TOBY

-> he was deadass scared of you

-> he was scared that if he said even said one wrong word to you that you would explode.

-> until you started talking to him

-> he heard your voice and instantly had googaly eyes

BENJAMIN LAWMAN // BEN DROWNED

-> he was your bestfriend and has been for years but everytime he seen your rbf he ALWAYS got scared

-> he knew you wouldn't hurt him though

-> you're to sweet + you don't have any other friends😔

HABIT

-> he seen you and instantly started hitting on you

-> does not matter how mad you looked AT ALL, does not matter if you dont want him AT ALL

-> he wants you, and he will have you

-> does not matter if he has to kidnap you or what.

-----------

meow

[just-a-creep-babe]

Toby x Reader: (Y/n) gets caught in the crossfire of something incomprehensibly bigger than her when a strange man breaks into her house. She’s whisked away into a world of monsters and demons, and must inevitably choose between accepting the help of her captor, or risking her life to stay true to her morals and hopefully find her way back home.

Yandere! BEN x Reader: (Y/n) attracts unwanted attention from a mysterious stranger online after meddling in affairs she shouldn’t have. She’s forced to play along his sadistic games in exchange for her livelihood.

Habit x Reader: A budding journalist gets more than she bargained for when she uncovers the truth behind various unsolved disappearances. The man behind it all learns to play on her fears and desires in order to coerce her into doing things she never would’ve previously done—shaping her into exactly what he wants her to be.

Liu x Reader x Jeff: Liu’s childhood sweetheart returns to help him navigate the trauma inflicted upon him by his brother. The two attempt to heal together and repair their relationship before it crumbles apart—and before Jeff gets too jealous of his brother’s love affair.

[zomb-rabbit]

Rubbing my hands together evily again

Wondering if I could make another request of it's alright

Tim, Brian, and Evan (I have favorites hehe) with a gn or Afab s/o whos an artist and sees them as a muse

(could be sfw could be nsfw whatevers more fun)

Tyty and your works are great :3!!

-🐟

hi !! glad to see you're taking requests for evan :) I was wondering if you could do some hcs for Evan with a reader who draws/sketches a bunch?? like they always use evan for inspo in drawings and they draw things they do in their relationship?? maybe something about how evan catches them looking and drawing him when they think he's not looking.. and maybe if you'd like you could include habit and his reaction to it as well.. I hope this makes sense and isn't too much!! if it is feel free to ignore 🫶

i decided to combine these two just to make it easier for navigation and all that, i hope that's okay !! thank you both soso much :) <333

🚬📹☠️🐇 Tim Wright / Brian Thomas / Evan Myers / HABIT x artist!reader

· · ·

Tim :

listen

he hates to pry. he really does.

but he wants to see EVERYTHING

he's trying to sneak peaks going behind the couch when your drawing in the living room, oh-so-conveniently needing to be in your guys' room when you're working on something at your desk- he thinks he's being very covert

he's an awkward and easily embarrassed man, he doesn't think to just ask to see no matter how many times you tell him he can

he is thoroughly thrown through a loop when he sees you drawing him

he has some. not great self esteem regarding all of the things he's been through and been told, and he has good reason to be anxious about most things- especially someone important leaving him

him getting reassurance that you actually do like how he looks and that you love him so much he's stuck in your mind when he's gone means so, so much more than he could ever comfortably express.

he does try to, though

through embarrassed and deeper mumbled praise, some red tinted cheeks and his finger nervously rubbing at the edge of the page

he asks if he can keep a smaller doodle on him :)

Brian :

YOUR !! BIGGEST !!! SUPPORTER !!!!

he's hyping you up however he knows possible

he was a theater and film kid, there's no way he didn't meet a couple art kids in there

he'll get a real good look at whatever it is you show him before he points out things like the shading in a particular area looks really good, the line art flows really well, things like that

as a former (short term lol) actor, he knows how frustrating it can be to just hear a "that looks great!" when you've worked really hard on something

if you draw HIM?? he's beyond flattered

and a little taken aback by how much you remember of him

Brian's big on trying to figure out other people, understand what makes them the way they are, what they're gonna do- so much so i think that he can forget how much other people soak him in, too

so when you showcase all of your focus and love for him through your art, it fixes up his worldview a little bit

he has a big burst of that "this is why i love you" feeling and he looks at you with the biggest dopiest smile

if you let him keep any of the work you do he'll try to find a way to keep at least one of them on him at all times

in his wallet, phone case, jean pocket, something like that

he just wants a little bit of you wherever he goes :)

Evan :

HE LOVES IT SO MUCH

little doodles on the grocery list, scribbles on the corner of a reminders list, drawing on his hand when you get bored; you name it and he's gonna cherish it

he thinks it's the cutest thing when you think he can't see you looking up at him every now and then while you're buried in your sketchbook across the couch

you have an entire page that's getting decorated with scattered snapshots of your life together

the two of you with your foreheads pressed together laughing at each other from when he was trying to butter you up to try and get you to go to a specific place for dinner, how he looked at you when you cut your finger making lunch and he decided he hand to kiss all over your hand for good measure- so many small moments that meant the world in both of your hearts and, eventually, you end up wanting to show him what you've been working on

and he may or may not have gotten a little bit very emotional about it

you just mean so much to him

this poor man has been through and lost so much

he's so grateful for you, and to know that you're so grateful for him as well? and enough to cherish the same moments he does and immortalize the two of you like that? he's gone

HABIT :

NOOOSSSSYYYYYYYYYY BASTARD

you couldn't hide a crumb from him

he's known you've been drawing him since the first time you did it because he is a little SPY

he can be so quiet when he feels like it, and he wants to see eeeeverything you draw

the process intrigues him

if he caught you looking up and back down to your sketchbook at him, i can see him doing two things

going over and seeing how the drawing looks already because he wants to know what you think he looks like

OR rapidly switching positions for you to draw him in, "is this my good side? make sure you get my face. can you draw me with blood? i want blood-"

he is very proud to be your muse, though

he'll hang up any finished pieces you let him have

[duelacadatoolshed]

smthn smthn toxic Evan Myers/Reader(/HABIT) fic where the main relationship is incredibly soft and the reader promises to stay with Evan and help him through The Horrors he's facing, but more and more HABIT starts showing up and toys with the reader as a way to torment Evan, leaving him to bandage and/or comfort the reader after HABIT's grown bored. Except the reader has some really dark desires/fascinations that they've spent their whole life reckoning with & never acting on because they're a decent person, except with HABIT they are able to both indulge in these interests & kinks while still acting like they're horrified by it all. Except they're genuinely horrified to realise that they're also falling for HABIT for very different reasons to the way they fell for Evan, and worse still, HABIT realises they're into it, but that they're still very in love with Evan. He starts using Evan to torment the reader, specifically committing absolute atrocities and making sure he has all of the memories, and leaves him psychologically devastated and literally covered in blood and gore and nonfatal wounds at the reader's doorstep. He'll injure the reader and leave Evan to take care of them, telling him if he even thinks of going to the hospital he'll just take control back and kill them outright. He coerces the reader into hurting others with him by threatening Evan, and teases them cruelly about how he knows they've always wanted to watch the life leave someone's eyes, or how he knows how hot they think he is covered in blood.

It absolutely ends badly, what did you expect? I think the breaking point would be HABIT somehow finding a fucked up way to reveal to Evan that the reader is actually really into the absolutely nasty, cruel things that happen when they sleep together (I'm talking dark kinks, knifeplay, bloodplay, breath play, predator/prey dynamics, cnc, somno, etc.) and they're not nearly as horrified by the torture and murder of others as they lead Evan to believe. The reader hates that they're like this, but there's no way to salvage their relationship with Evan, obviously, and the minute they stop being an effective way to torment his host, HABIT turns on them. The reader absolutely dies at the end.

Hmmmm... Thinking thoughts. Contemplating writing.........

[nighttime-horrors]

Warmup Drabble!

⊹ฺ Characters: HABIT (EverymanHYBRID)

⊹ฺ Contains: Reader sucking on HABIT's thumb; Potential Dom/Sub or Predator/Prey vibes; Suggestive?; A (1) mention of choking; minors/ageless blogs DNI, please! ♡

⊹ฺ Note: Just a quick warmup since I haven't written anything for fun in a second! :)

(The first paragraph or two was also just sitting in my notes forever, haha.)

"Come on, bunny." Habit rasps, pulling your bottom lip down with the rough pad of his thumb before letting it go again. "Open up." Without a second thought, your lips part and his thumb enters your mouth, pressing down against your tongue.

You can't help the small squeak that escapes your throat at the taste of his skin. The metallic taste of blood would always come as a shock to you, no matter how many times you had tasted it. He just chuckles at your reaction, using the fingers cradling your cheek to give you a soft tap. You swallow at his silent praise.

You feel your body tense under his vaguely amused gaze. Habit's waiting for you to start working, and you don't know why you sat still in the first place. Your tongue moves as far back into your mouth as it can before the tip brushes against the rough pad of his thumb. Habit lets one of his brows raise higher as he watches your lips move slightly around his thumb, feeling your tongue work against his thumb.

Habit's eyes move from your lips further up your face and he lets himself grin. Your cheeks have the slightest tint to them and he can feel the warmth. Habit pushes his thumb further into your mouth watching as your eyes start to glaze over with your submission. You're cute like this.

However, within the seemingly soft moment Habit created with you, he finds himself wishing he had used his fingers instead of his thumb so he could watch you choke.

[zahmbie]

Do you think you could possibly do period comfort hcs (if that makes you comfortable) with some of the emh/mh crew? (You don’t have to do them all, literally it’s whoever you’d like to write for) Our new manager is kinda mean, and these cramps are not helping- I am a sad little puddle of pain, who desperately needs a hug/cuddle ; ;

Aw, I hope your cramps are better anon! I picked HABIT, Evan, Jay, and Brian! Reader is afab but gender neutral :)

HABIT

HABITs got a weird sixth sense thing where he knows when you’re gonna to be on your period before you do. He doesn’t know how he knows. Or at least he says he doesn’t. 

He doesn’t have a lot to help with pain relief (another area that’s the opposite of his usual job), but Evan left an old bottle of ibuprofen in the bathroom. You probably don’t need a heating pad, every person HABIT possesses runs super warm, he’s like a heated body pillow. 

Beyond that he’s taken to his new best way of trying to comfort you, you on his lap and a cat on yours. Both of them are purring (HABIT’s sounds more like a growl), and HABIT is petting you with one hand and the cat with the other.

Evan

Evan doesn’t have to deal with periods anymore, but when he did have them he relied on exercise to help! Yoga’s a great cooldown for a workout but relaxing the muscles also helps a lot with cramps. 

If you’re willing, he’ll roll out two yoga mats and show you every move he knows that’ll help. If you’re into it he’d be so so into a workout date. When you aren’t in pain of course.

His main focus is trying to make you feel better, obviously. But if he happens to show off how strong and flexible he is while doing it, that’s a bonus :)

Afterwards, he makes some snacks and lets you pick out something from his movie collection, and you two snuggle in a blanket on the couch.

Jay

Jay’s also got firsthand experience here! His ideal way of dealing with cramps was just laying down face first on his bed, directly on top of a heating pad. If you want that, boy does he have a set up for you!

He preferred to be left alone when he was in the worst of cramps, so he might assume you would want that too. He’s set up his bed all nice for you, just grab his sleeve before he can leave and tug him in to cuddle beside you.

He brings his laptop to bed so you guys can spend all day watching YouTube videos and going on random internet forums. You guys have fallen down so many obscure internet drama rabbit holes.

Brian

Brian knows what he’s doing in caring for you! He’s as knowledgeable as he can be on a thing he hasn’t experienced. He’s the only guy on this list who hasn’t had a period.

As soon as you bring it up he’s asking what he can do for you, you need pain killers? Favorite drink or a treat? You just wanna cuddle in bed for a while? He’s getting out extra blankets and pillows right now.

He’s also taking care of anything you have to do around the house. He’s not letting you do chores, you’re literally bleeding, lay back down!

What do the guys do when asked to get pads/tampons?

Forgets what you wanted, grabs the first thing they see: HABIT

Remembers and gets what you asked for: Jay

Remembers what you asked for but sends a “What size pussy you got” text cause they think it’s funny: Evan, Brian

[eldritch-nightmare]

slow dancing.

a/n: idea popped into my mind and it became this. originally this was gonna include x virus but u know. my mind went blank for him. burying my head in my hands why did the bonus character one get longer than the rest i had to force myself to stop writing it holy hell

premise: it's storming outside, and the radio is playing a soft love song. so, why not dance? that was your thought as you approached your partner, getting their attention by holding your hand out, "dance with me."

includes: jeff the killer, the puppeteer, hobo heart, ticci toby, and zalgo. + a bonus character bc why not.

warnings: not proofread, very vaguely implied kidnapping and stockholm syndrome in jeff's part, blatantly stated kidnapping in zalgo's part, it's just fluff actually, inconsistent length, nsfw elements in the bonus part don't look at me okay

JEFF THE KILLER

"Huh?"

He just sorta stares at you for a moment, confusion evident in his gaze as he stares at your outstretched hand. Honestly, you don't know why he seemed so caught off guard. You two were long past the... ugly beginning of your relationship.

You just shrug at his confusion, casually explaining that since neither of you could go outside due to the weather, you might as well make the most of it. Why you've decides that dancing in the best way to pass time during a storm is beyond him.

He thinks you're weird as hell for this, and he says such to your face, but he's already reaching out and taking your hand, letting you take the lead this once as you pull him close to you. He certainly isn't complaining anymore now that the two of you are pressed together like this.

Jeff can't dance to save his life though, so you'll have to take the lead and guide him through simple steps. It's annoying, having you teach him something, but he likes the way you smile when he sways along with you to the music, so just this once, he decides it's not too bad.

He enjoys himself far more than he's willing to admit, and you don't miss the way his grip on you lingers for a moment too long after the song ends before he pulls away from you, grumbling about how pointless that was before returning to whatever he had been doing before.

THE PUPPETEER

He would glance up from the project he's working on, golden eyes peering up at you as he processes your request. He rarely ever had the radio playing, but the rain made it hard to focus so he had turned it on to drown the storm out. Honestly, he hadn't even noticed you were in the room with him.

He'd raise a brow, part of him wanting to scold you for interrupting his work and asking him to do something for you, but... well, he has been working for hours now with no break, so what harm could this do?

He'll let out a slightly exasperated sigh before standing from his seat and taking your hand. You won't be able to take the lead here, since he already knows how to dance.

You two will sway along to the music, the sound of the storm no longer existing as the two of you get lost in your own little world together. You're comfortably resting your head against his shoulder, quietly humming along to the song while he's closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax even if only for a moment.

The Puppeteer could honestly get lost in the moment here if he lets himself. You'll start to feel strings coiling around you, and you'll glance down to see his signature golden strings lazily latching on to you, almost as if to keep you close to him if you try pulling away.

When the song ends, he'll immediately leave his thoughts and open his eyes, detaching from you and stepping away. The strings don't immediately let go, but he pretended as if they weren't there. You don't need to know just how attached he is to you.

HOBO HEART

He's immediately taking your hand before he even processes your request, just eager to be touching you in some way as he stares at you as if you had personally put all the stars in the night sky. And once he does process your request, he's nodding along.

Heart doesn't care about the storm. He's been out in so many of them in his lifetime that he barely even acknowledges when it rains anymore. But if you wanna dance to keep your mind off the storm, then he's all for it.

He has no idea how to dance, so it's a bit clumsy and his grip on you is definitely a little too tight but you're both having fun, and you can tell he's trying his best to please you.

You'll definitely have to take the lead here.

And at some point, he'd burying his face in either your neck or your hair, softly muttering sweet-nothings to you as the two of you sway together to whatever sappy love song is playing on the radio.

Heart always feels like he's in heaven whenever you're close like this, and he's enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would.

Once the song ends, you'll try to pull away but he's clinging to you, clearly not satisfied enough to let you go. Welp. Looks like you're dancing to another song.

TICCI TOBY

Toby would definitely be the most hesitant to take your hand. He's not good with close contact, and he recoils from physical touch more often than not, even if he knows it's someone he can trust.

But the booming thunder outside is too loud. Too similar to cars crashing together. Too familiar. He needed a distraction, and you were providing him one. It took him a moment, but he was hesitantly reaching out and taking your hand.

He vaguely knows how to dance. He would dance along to upbeat songs with Lyra when he was younger, and when he was really young, he would sway along to some random old 80s song that his mom enjoyed. But slow dancing is not something he's done before, and the close proximity set him on edge a bit.

He's too tense, his grip too tight one moment and too loose the next. Occasionally, a tic would cause the both of you to stumble a bit before regaining balance.

You were patient with him, going at his pace and letting him take the lead as he got comfortable being so close to you. Once his shoulders relaxed and he seemed less tense, you gave him a few pointers that he carefully followed .

Soon enough, the two of you were swaying together to an old love song playing on the radio. He still flinched whenever a particularly loud thing of thunder would roar, but you were able to keep most of his attention focused on you.

The two of you end up swaying together until the storm dies down.

ZALGO

You're not entirely sure what exactly classifies as a storm in this cursed realm you found yourself trapped in, but they were far more scary than the ones back in the mortal world. The sky here literally screamed in agony as a sickly rustic-scented liquid rained from above.

You were lucky enough to have a radio with you to distract you from the raging storm outside. You don't question how it works here, opting to just believe it's some weird Zalgo-esque bullshit.

You were just glad you weren't alone right now, your loving captor having decided to deign you with his presence. You still weren't accustomed to his true form, no one is really, so he had opted to appear in a... acceptably human state.

When a love song started playing through the radio, you had turned it up a bit in hopes of drowning out the storm. The idea of dancing didn't come to your mind immediately, but you could feel Zalgo's many eyes just staring you down from across the room.

With a sigh, you force yourself away from where you had comfortably been sitting and cross the room. You did not miss the way Zalgo's stern expression softened ever so slightly when you held your hand out and asked him to dance with you.

Even in this form, he was much taller than you, so dancing was certainly... odd, and the feeling of his deathly cold skin against yours was not at all pleasant, but you chose to ignore that.

And he was clearly enjoying this for one reason or another. You suppose that was a good thing, and you found yourself enjoying this as well, much to your surprise.

Hm... maybe you'll invite him to dance more often. Maybe.

BONUS: HABIT no i havent finished emh yes i am writing this i need the guy to fuck me stupid seven ways to sunday i am not immune

Habit immediately beams the moment you ask him to dance with you, taking your hand and immediately pulling you close to him. You had to make sure you took the lead immediately, otherwise, who knows what would've happened.

Is he a good dancer? Fuck no. Evan probably is, maybe slightly, but Habit? Nah, it's not his cup of tea. He just likes when you're close to him.

His hands wander a little lower than they should be, resulting in you continuously having to fix them. Whenever you glare at him for that, he just innocently smiles as if he's done nothing wrong.

Though Habit's constant teasing was a bit annoying, you still enjoyed dancing with him, swaying along to the song playing on the radio as the storm raged on outside, adding to the strangely romantic ambiance that seemed to be developing.

It was soft enough that it almost made you forget the amount of carnage he could cause if he so desired, the carnage he has caused. He seemed to be in a rather good mood today, judging from how he isn't verbally teasing you for wanting to dance with him.

You were both content in each other's arms, the song ending and another starting, neither of you ready to pull away from each other just yet. At some point, he had buried his face in your neck, taking deep breaths as if he were trying to burn your scent into his mind.

It was when the third song ended that you finally decided to pull away from him.

The moment you tried doing so, however, his grip on you was tightening and he was letting out a low growl, "Don't move, bunny." And that was enough to cause you to freeze. Not out of fear, though there was certainly an underlying sense of it, but mostly curiosity.

Before you could question him, you felt his bulge pressing into your leg, and Habit was evidently restraining himself from grinding against you, his nails digging into you as he kept you in place. Oh.

Seems like he wanted more from you. Here's to hoping you have the energy to keep up with him this time.

[cyberghouleo]

Habit x Bimbo! reader headcanons

He loveees how ditzy you are. He already views humans as weak, but with how naive you are it makes him want to protect you ten times more. 

He almost always has an arm wrapped around your waist or over your shoulders, pulling you tight to him if anyone else is visiting. He also finds any reason to have you sit in his lap, pulling up your skirt so your panties are up against his jeans. He doesn’t care if company is over, he needs to show them you are his. 

Speaking of, he loves seeing you in skirts. He will purposely drop and knock things over in front of him and politely ask you to pick them up for him. He loves seeing the way your panties poke out as you bend over, your skirt riding up and exposing your ass to him. He will do this multiple times a day, and you always pick them up for him. 

He is so used to dealing with stupid people on a daily basis that he has started to grow a hatred for them, stupid ass humans who can’t seem to realize the simplest thing. But his opinion changes once he meets you. He could tell from the moment he first met you there was not a lot going on in your head, but that’s okay! He loves how dumb you are, you never ask questions about what he does and you believe all the lies he says. 

He loves the way your eyes light up and how eagerly you nod along when he suggests you suck his dick. He doesn’t even have to outright say it sometimes, he can just suggest it and you will bite your lip and agree instantly. He uses it as an excuse to cure the random symptoms he gets. 

“Wow this headache really hurts. I wish there was some way to help with it.”

“Oh my god, are you okay Habit?!”

“I think so. I really think it will get better if you let me cum in your throat though."

And you believe it and drop down to your knees, tugging off his pants at record speed just so his headache will go away. You would be a bad girlfriend if you didn’t try to help your boyfriend's pain after all!

He doesn’t even have to corrupt you, you follow every command he says instantly. If he says to get down, you instantly drop to your knees and have your tongue out for him. If he says to bend over you bend and flip your skirt up, looking back over your shoulder at him with a smile.

He loves how obedient you are and will reward you for it. He’ll eat you out until your a sobbing incoherent mess, too overstimulated and fucked out to form full sentences to beg him to stop.

And he teases you endlessly for it.

“Aw, is it too much for you baby? You know I'm just rewarding how good of a slut you are for me, just cum for me one time, okay?” He lies and you just nod along as tears pool in your eyes, too dumb to realize he says this every time. He makes you cum 4 more times after this promise.