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[akibeets]

Hi, I’m Aki! they/he || 22 || 18+ minors DNI || dark content

Mostly a lurker here for reader inserts :] trying my best to defeat the writers block demons lol

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Jujutsu Kaisen

Invincible

Creepypasta

Marble Hornets

EverymanHYBRID

Dispatch

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[classygumi]

“you want me to hug you?” habit asked, staring at you like you’d lost your mind.

you tilted your head, eyes still teary and your hands bunched in the cuffs of the hoodie you wore. you’d had one of the worst days of your life, and all you wanted was to be held.

“you always hug me,” your voice cracked a little, a fabric-hidden fist lifting to wipe at freshly fallen tears, “do you hate me now? am i too clingy?”

habit slowly, very slowly, pointed at the body slung over his shoulder, “sorry, is there not a fuckin’ guy on my shoulder right now? you want me to group hug with my dinner, sweets?” your reddened eyes scanned the body, a wave of sadness making your shoulders droop.

then, he saw the gears clicking in your head.

“don’t you dare,” he spat, “don’t you fucking do it.”

“please?” your eyes, watery and utterly devastated, met his. the body fell to the ground with an unceremonious thud, and you were grabbed. habit’s teeth sunk into the covered area of your shoulder, grumbling in disdain as he held you.

“just can’t say no to you. pitiful pathetic thing,” he groaned, pulling away. he ignored the minimal blood and grime that had smeared against the front of the garment. his hand reached up, fingers digging into your cheeks and gently shaking your head, “only person in the damn world who pisses me off like this.”

you smiled cutely, and a deep purple hue passed through his irises. habit’s gaze dropped to the ground, boot pushing against the body, “guess i’ll starve. y’need me too much to let me eat, huh?”

he noticed the way you almost curled in on yourself in shame, eyes averting to the floor. “so sensitive today, sweetheart,” he muttered, bending slightly to pick you up. you blinked and the body was gone, and you assumed it was now in his basement—where he would later reconvene.

“how bad a’day was it?”

“the worst,” you whispered as he plopped on the couch. he kept you in his lap, letting you nuzzle up to him. as a result of your hands gently tracing the lines of his palms, habit internally cursed when his chest began to unwillingly rumble with purrs.

he was starving, but he, and he will never tell you this, preferred to cradle you like this over anything else. it inflated his ego majorly, your need to seek him out after a bad day only proving that you do need him.

and he supposed it was nice to be needed.

“love you,” you sleepily mumbled, stifling a giggle when habit heavily sighed.

“you’re a fuckin’ handful.”

he wouldn’t have it any other way.

but don’t tell him that, he hasn’t accepted it yet.

[killmace]

uhhhh… slenderman … or something….

[xrisen-phoenixx]

Wolf Turned Puppy

Reader convinces Habit to let them dom for a night

TW: Smut! Degradation, sex toys, overstimulation

Habit x Fem!Reader (Reader is chubby because I’m chubby and I said so)

Habit usually knew the limits to teasing you, toed the line of making you actually upset enough to be mad at him. Key word of all of this was usually. He fucked up about two days ago. You were complaining about a pair of shorts riding up, and he had made a joke about the fabric not being able to handle staying down on your thighs. He thought his joke was funny when he made it. That was, until you teared up, and then stopped speaking to him for two days. He tried everything to get your attention, including straight up being a fucking asshole just to make you look at him. Nothing had worked so far.

Already hating what he was about to do, he walked back into the bedroom. He saw you sitting on the bed, book in hand, still ignoring him. He couldn’t stand it. He had quite literally threatened to kill anyone you were close to if you didn’t acknowledge him. Your response? Walking away from him and leaving a Home Depot ad for dog houses in the basement where he killed. He couldn’t find a thing else that could possibly ease the rage you held for him right now. He knew your size was one of your many stupid mortal insecurities, but what he failed to realize was just how much it bothered you. So, in an effort to play damage control…

“I’ll let you be in charge.”

His words made you freeze, and your head shot up, a smile slowly spreading across your face. No fucking way. You had begged him to let you control for once, even just a single round, and every single time, he shut you down, said you couldn’t manage it, that he was the one in charge and that wasn’t changing. Apparently, accidentally body shaming you was the one exception where that was changing. You slammed your book shut and leapt up out of bed, now very giddy about the fact he was letting you take over for once in your entire relationship.

“Oh my god it’s finally happening!! Okay! You strip, I’ll be back!”

He growled under his breath, but started to peel his clothes off, grumbling to himself about how stupid this was and how you wouldn’t be able to even do it right. When you came back, he was naked on the bed, torn between looking angry and slightly concerned. Considering how long you had wanted to do this, he had no doubt you had some bullshit planned out for this. But even with that being said, he didn’t believe you had it in you to actually dominate him well. He fully expected you to get tuckered out after the first few rounds and beg him to take back control.

While his assessment was stupid, there was a bit of logic behind it. He could handle more than you could, you were often the one that got tired faster than he did, meaning that it wasn’t necessarily shocking that he didn’t have much faith in you. That was good. He should keep that mentality. It would only make this better for you.

“I almost feel bad, you get tuckered out so damn easy bunny, ya hardly even get a chance here.”

Habit commented in that same snarky tone, which only made you smile. You handcuffed his hands to the headboard, and kissed his cheek. Oh, you knew you got tired easy compared to him. Unfortunately for him, you prepared yourself for that exact problem. You let him grumble and bitch about being handcuffed before running off to go grab something else. When you came back in the room, you had your arms hidden behind your back.

“You know, you’re right Habs, I do get tired easy. That’s exactly why I’m going to tire you out first!”

You smile, bringing a fleshlight and vibrator into view for him to see. He visibly cringed a bit at your words, combined with the tools in which you’d use to make true to them. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say you saw a flicker of fear behind those eyes, especially with him unable to do anything about whatever you decided to do to him. Good, he should be scared. Habit was a fucking dick to you almost every second of every day, he could deal with the same treatment back at him. You were tired of the way he treated you like a disruptive pet. Now it was his turn, quite literally. You tossed the toys onto the bed and grabbed a collar and leash, ignoring his immediate rejection.

“Bun, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Hush, mutt.”

He lunged against the restraints at your words, and you just smiled and clicked the collar around his neck. Fucking pain in the ass, you were excited to see him get what was coming to him.

You watched Habit’s body twitch and squirm the second you pressed the vibrator to the base of his cock again. He had cum many times already, and he was a mess. He was panting like a dog left in the heat, his body writhing as he tried to determine whether the pleasure was painful or not yet. He was basically drooling, slurring his insults and threats together. You didn’t care what he said, you were just having fun. You were smiling and giggling the whole time, watching his pretty cock twitch and leak with everything you decided to do to him. You were now in nothing but his Death Proof hat, only wearing it to tease him a bit.

“Ffffuck you, stupid fucking rabbit- Ngh- I’ll rip your fucking throat out-”

You giggle again and move the vibrator away, wrapping your hand around his cock and slowly pumping him, admiring how he twitched in your hand. You looked back up at him, liking his dazed, half-lidded expression. His eyes were glossy and watery, and you could tell he was getting fucked out before you even got to ride him. Maybe this would make him think twice about what he said to you, considering that smart fucking mouth he has. You pulled your hand away, smiling at the whine that left his lips. You climbed up into his lap, slowly lowering yourself on his cock.

His hands balled into fists as he felt your pussy slowly stretch around him. He watched as you sank down, inch by inch, until you were flush against his hips. His breathing was ragged, his entire body trembling. He had a thin layer of sweat coating his body as he huffed, his mind going hazy at the feeling of your walls wrapped around his throbbing cock. You let out a soft, pleased sigh, moving your hands to rest on his lower stomach. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips before moving one hand to grab the leash you had connected to his collar.

“Is that better, puppy?”

“You fucking cunt-”

“Play nice or I tape this vibrator to you and leave you here all night.”

“Fuck- yes! Yes- this is better!”

“Good boy Habs! What do we say?”

“You gotta be fucking kidding me bun. I’m not saying-”

“Say it.”

You tug hard on his leash, grinding your hips down against his once just to drive your point home. He groans loudly in response, his body tensing up, his muscles flexing from the overstimulation his body was experiencing.

“Fuck- fuck- thank you bun.”

He growled out, and you hum, pleased with his words. You began slowly bouncing up and down, watching his body basically go slack. His head lolled to the side as he watched your pussy slide up and down on his cock, listening to the quiet plaps of your ass against his thighs every time you plopped back down. His vision was damn near blurring from how good you felt, and all he wanted to do was grab your hips and fuck into you until you were just as mindless and limp as he was. You felt his hips buck up into you, but you didn’t get onto him for it. You let him have this one thing, since you were so nice.

“You’re doing so good Habs! Such a good puppy.”

You tease, letting out breathy moans with each bounce. You weren’t incredibly loud, that went more to Habit as of current. It was like feeling your pussy clench around him shut his brain straight off. He was basically watching in awe, his insults slowly morphing into mindless, fucked out babbling, most of which you’d never experienced before. He was too blissed out to filter anything he said, and while it was mildly concerning, it was also kinda sweet too.

“You’re such a stupid fucking rabbit- Fuck- I don’t know why I love you so much- Ngh- Mmh-”

You giggled softly once again, finding his confession rather cute for Habit’s standards. You thought it was sweet that he admitted that he loved you, the most you ever got was a condescending “love you” when he was trying to piss you off, or when he was trying to make up for what he had done wrong. He did a lot of shit wrong. It’s probably better not to dwell on why you choose to stay with this lunatic.

You start grinding your hips down every time you land back down on his cock, making his words incoherent as he gasps and groans, hips wildly bucking up as his eyes basically roll back into his skull. You feel his cock twitching more with every bounce, and you move your hands to wrap around his neck and squeeze, earning another punched out groan from his lips as you feel his cock spurt cum inside of you, each bounce sounding significantly wetter the more he came. You continued bouncing until you came yourself, slowly coming to a stop and just sitting in his lap, his now softening cock resting inside of you still.

“You did good Habs! I’m so proud!”

You praise gently, taking the collar off and uncuffing his hands. You half expect him to lunge at you, to flip you over and fuck you until you’re incoherent. Instead, that doesn’t happen. He basically just goes limp, gasping for air, chest rapidly rising and falling as he tries to come down from arguably his highest orgasm yet. You try to climb up and off of him, but his hands grab your hips hard enough to bruise, tugging you back down on his cock as his body slumps forward, and he buries his face into your chest, his words slurred so badly, you barely understand the simple two words he’s saying.

“No, stay..”

You smile, running your fingers through his hair. You readjust his hat on your head before wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs against his waist. You know he’s definitely getting you back once he’s coherent again, but you don’t care. Right now, you got this soft, vulnerable side of Habit, which you intended to enjoy until he snapped out of it.

( @ur-local-cryptid-boy He has been subbed)

[lambtothehabit]

thinking about Eyeless Jack and HABIT + pussy inspection and eating you out on your period!

@dogfreakazoid

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

You were so embarrassed that you felt like hopping into a hole and stay there until death took you.

“… What?”

Habit and Jack stood in front of you, and their opposite personalities could be seen from the way they looked at you.

Jack had his hands behind his back, posture straight and composed; just the way you’d want your doctor to be. Habit, on the contrary, was slouching down a bit, hands in his pockets, with a grin on his face that looked more like a threat.

“You heard it right, bun.” Habit said, tongue swiping his bottom lip as he cocked his head, “Pussy inspection. Open those legs.”

You blinked and you almost laughed at the absurdity of it. You couldn’t believe it. Your eyes moved to Jack and you expected to see him shake his head, to take your side.

“I find myself agreeing with the mutt.” Jack’s smooth voice hit your ears.

Habit tilted his head to Jack and raised his hands in mock offence, “With that face, you could be a mutt too.”

You stared at them, still sitting on the bed. Your hands played with the blanket.

“You’re aware I’m on my period, right?” You asked them, “It’s not pretty down there.”

Jack tilted his head, “I beg to differ. You’re prettiest when you’re bleeding.”

Habit snorted, “Such a way with words, bet she’s swayed.” A pause, “But I agree.”

You knew your… boyfriends? Could you call them that, or cannibals with weird abilities that decided not to eat you? Either way, you sighed deeply. You knew your boyfriends were freaks. Disgusting freaks.

“Alright.”

Who said you weren’t one, too?

Your fingers hooked to the waistband of your shorts and you pushed both those and your panties down your legs before letting them pool at your ankles.

The two demons moved closer before Habit grabbed you by the hips, dragging your ass to the edge of the bed. You yelped but didn’t resist.

They both got on their knees and their hands kept your legs open. The sight of blood between your folds made them stare and you huffed a breath.

“Wanna snap a picture? Bet it will last long—“

A loud yelp escaped your lips, interrupting your sentence. Habit’s hand came down again, slapping your cunt for the second time.

“Watch your attitude.” He threatened.

And you knew it was a threat, and that he will not spare you the punishment. If anything, he hoped you’d talk back so he had a reason to be meaner than usual.

You closed your mouth, cheeks flushed as a mix of shame and excitement bubbled in your lower tummy. Habit kept the eye contact going as he brought his bloody fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

“How does she taste like?” Jack asked him, voice casual and serious.

Habit hummed, “Sweet and metallic. Have you been eating enough red meat lately? You could use some more.”

Jack returned to look at your cunt and he tilted his head as the ends of his hair grazed your inner thigh. You bit your lip as you could feel his breath hit you.

“Please, just—“ You muttered, “Just do something.”

Jack turned to Habit, “Would you mind keeping her cunt open for me?”

Habit bowed his head dramatically, “Obviously not, my liege.”

He brought his hands between your legs, and he used his thumbs to part your lips, keeping your cunt wide open. The sensation made your skin tingle as you sucked in a breath.

“Hm, that is interesting.” Jack noted, “Your clitoris looks bigger than normal. Do you feel aroused?”

Your cheeks were burning up, “Jesus, why do you even ask when you already now the—hah!”

Habit pinched your clit, making you cry out. “We really gotta work on your attitude, bunny. Sweetest cunt can’t belong to a mean mouth like yours.”

Jack blew cold air on your clit, making your cunt squeeze around nothing and forcing a whine out of your mouth.

“That’s better. I like this sound more.” Jack hummed in approval.

He moved closer and he traced his fingers down your slit, making your breath hitch.

“Your blood has such a pretty colour, and I can see you are more sensitive when you are on your period, correct?”

He was getting his part done right. Okay, it wasn’t a part. He was a real doctor. Still, he was taking it seriously.

“Mhm. Yeah.” You muttered.

Habit kept looking, alternating between your face and your cunt every few moments. He took his sweet time looking at the blood drooling out of your hole.

He couldn’t deny it was making him a big hungry.

“I wonder if you feel warmer.” Jack asked, but it was more directed at himself than anything.

He moved his middle finger to your hole, rubbing the pad of his digit against your entrance, collecting the mix of blood and wetness before slowly pushing it inside.

A low moan escaped your mouth as he went as deep as possible, thrusted once, and moved his finger back out. You whined at the loss and Habit shot you a mocking pout before looking at Jack’s finger.

“Pretty.” Jack noted, watching the blood on his finger before glancing at Habit, “Want it?”

Habit didn’t respond with words, but he moved closer and took Jack’s finger in his mouth. He used his tongue to lap at the blood as he sucked on it.

He popped the finger out of his mouth with a low moan and he licked his lips.

“What do you say?” Jack asked.

Habit stayed silent for a while, as if he was really trying to find the right words, before finally deciding to say a simple, “I think I need another taste. For scientific purposes, obviously.”

You watched as he pushed his face right into your cunt, and your jaw dropped when he lapped at your folds before licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit.

Jack breathed out, a frustrated sound escaping his mouth, “If you keep this up, I won’t get a taste as well.”

Habit hummed against you as he had his mouth attached to your clit, “Better join the fun then, doc.”

Jack’s hand tangled in Habit’s hair and he pushed him off to have some space before diving right in. You could feel his three long and slimy tongues move around, circling your entrance before one of them pushed inside.

You cried out as you didn’t expect it to fill you up completely, the tip of his tongue hitting your g spot repeatedly.

Habit moved to the side, deciding to lap at your clit instead. His mouth kissed, licked, sucked and also lightly bit.

“How is it, doc?” Habit asked tauntingly, eyes half lidded and mouth a bit bloody.

Jack moved away just enough to rasp out, “Sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.”

The greyish lower part of his face was tainted with blood, shiny and slimy as his tongues lapped at it before going back to your cunt. Habit joined this time as they both lapped at you.

You were so dizzy that you went mute. Your brain was blank and your cunt was so sensitive that it almost hurt. You glanced down at them with half lidded eyes and as they lapped over your bloody folds, their tongues bumped into each other.

Until they were making out, trying to get your blood off of the other’s tongue. It was a nasty act and the kiss was sloppy, pinkish drool dripping down their faces. Jack was pushing his three tongues into Habit’s mouth, and Habit was sucking on one.

“You guys are freaks.” You said, although you couldn’t look away even if you tried to.

Habit’s hand moved to pinch your clit over and over again, while Jack pumped two fingers inside you at the same time.

“Focus on this, lamb.” Jack said between kisses.

Your thighs were shaking, eyes threatening to roll back and lips parted. When your orgasm came, it hit you like a wave. Your cunt throbbed around Jack’s fingers and you whined.

Habit and Jack interrupted the kiss, turning to you.

“Getting off to two guys kissing. Who’s the freak here?”

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

a/n: got carried away. cramps are killing me. sometimes i just want two boyfriends who also kiss.

[sukunahs]

crazy in love | ryomen sukuna

pairing: serial killer!sukuna x reader

summary: sukuna has loved you since you were in high school, and when he finally gets his chance with you, four years after graduation, he's the perfect boyfriend.

he treats you like you're worth more than the entire world, devoted solely to you, committed to keeping you healthy and happy in his arms for all eternity.

if only he wasn't killing people behind your back.

content: 18+ mdni, smut, dub-con in the later chapters, rough sex, yandere sukuna, obsession, stalking, murder, blood, gore, manipulation, deception, unhealthy dynamics, jealousy, cheating (reader cheats on her bf with sukuna), sukuna is awful in this but he's LOVELY to reader exclusively, more tags to be added on a chapter by chapter basis!

chapter 1: temptations

chapter 2: exactly what he wants

chapter 3: everything is romantic

chapter 4: bad at love

chapter 5: everybody scream

chapter 6: the rotten ones

chapter 7: innocence lost

chapter 8: ups and downs (coming soon)

chapter 9: it's nothing new

[lambtothehabit]

Based on this thought.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

Brian met you the time he walked into the diner after a long mission. He was tired, feet dragging as he plopped down at a random table.

It’s been a while since he visited the diner, which was why he was surprised to see you. The new waitress.

You waked to him, notepad in hand and a big smile on your face as you greeted him and told him you’d be his server for the night.

He honestly didn’t remember a single thing he said about his order. He wasn’t even sure if he ordered his usual meal or drink.

He did remember that he shot you a lopsided grin, tooth gap showing. A few teasing words here and there, and you flirted right back.

Which was the reason why you sat at the table after your shift ended. And also why he asked for your number.

Fast forward to now. He’s excited. Things with you have been going great, despite him not telling you what he did for work. Well, it wasn’t like he could say the truth about killing and stalking people for a paranormal stick man with no face. It was for your well being.

But he still wanted you to meet Tim. His best friend. He took him to the diner and you waved at them from behind the register.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Brian said, “Came by to pick you up. This is Tim.”

Your eyes moved from your boyfriend to Tim, and you gave him a small smile, “Hi.”

Tim nodded, corner of his mouth twitching.

Turning your eyes back to Brian, you smiled at him, “Give me ten minutes. My shift is about to end.”

Brian hummed and tapped the table with his palm once before turning back to Tim as you moved through the tables.

“Pretty, ain’t she?” Brian asked him, noticing that Tim was following you with his eyes.

Tim hummed, “Mm. Didn’t know the diner had a new waitress.”

“Me neither. Found my girl one night ‘n I was hooked.” Brian proudly said with a grin.

Tim grunted, tilting his neck to crack it, “Don’t get sloppy on me. Don’t wanna hear none of that sappy bullshit.”

Brian rolled his eyes, although a smirk threatened to break free on his face, “Just loud and grumpy ‘cause you don’t have a pretty lady waiting at home. Must be pent up as hell.”

“You tell me, fucker.” Tim grunted.

Brian glanced at him, then turned his gaze back on you. You smiled at a colleague before disappearing behind a door, probably to get changed and ready to leave.

An idea formed in his mind.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

If a medal for the best friend ever excited, he demanded it with a badge of honour.

After taking you back to his place, he told Tim to stay. Just to get him to know you and unwind. He looked like he needed it.

Now, he had his chin hooked on your shoulder and his arm around your waist, lazily watching his best shove his tongue in your mouth.

Brian was the jealous type. Always has been. But Tim was his best friend and he shared everything with him. It never changed. This meant he wanted to share you with him as well.

Don’t get him wrong. He loved you. You were his pretty girlfriend and he was very possessive of you, but jealousy did not exist when it came to Tim. Which was—

“Are you sure, Bri?” You whined into Tim’s mouth, gaining Brian’s attention.

Brian straightened up before pressing his chest against your back, “Mm. Why d’you ask, doll?”

Tim moved his mouth from yours to your jaw, giving you the chance to talk. You breathed heavily, eyes half lidded.

“Feels like ‘m doing something bad.” You managed to crook out.

Brian laughed quietly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, “And yet you still keep your legs open for Timmy here. That’s some shame you’re feeling, huh?”

You whined again, voice breathy and quiet. Tim had his hand on your hip as he stayed between your legs. His free hand stayed on top of your knee.

“Don’t worry, hun. Doing nothing but making your man happy.” Tim muttered against your neck, “Bri’s a real pervert when he wants to be.”

Brian laughed again, “Woah, thanks man. I’m being so nice to you, sharing my girl. And you’re shaming my name. Some bastard you are.”

Tim’s hand moved from your hip to your tit as he palmed the plush flesh through your shirt, “You’re the bastard here. Keeping this slice of Heaven all to yourself while the rest of us suffer.”

The back of your head hit Brian’s shoulder as small and broken moans left your mouth. Brian cupped your cheek lovingly before tapping your bottom lip with his middle and ring fingers.

You parted your mouth, letting his fingers slip in. Wrapping your lips around them, you sucked.

“From where I’m standing, I’m sharing with you, asshole.” Brian told Tim, “Touch her clit, she loves it. Turns her into putty.”

Tim looked at him over your shoulder, “You sure, man?”

Brian rolled his eyes before reaching over, grabbing Tim’s hand and bringing it between your thighs. Tim’s fingers pressed and rubbed against the thin fabric of your shorts, making you mewl around Brian’s fingers.

“Told ya.” Brian said.

“She’s soaked already.” Tim noted, watching his hand as his thumb flicked up and down where your clit would be. He glanced up at you, drinking in your blissed out expression.

“She gets wet easily. It’s like fucking a virgin every time.” Brian said.

Tim huffed a small laugh and muttered a small, “Lucky bastard.” before focusing back on you.

He hooked his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down your legs, letting the piece of clothing hang over your ankle before falling on the floor.

With nothing on you, he could clearly see your cunt. Throbbing and glistening in the warm light of the living room, it looked hypnotising.

“You can fuck her.” Brian said with a conversational tone. As if he were discussing the weather or what he had for dinner.

“The lady’s okay with it?” Tim asked.

Brian hummed before moving his wet fingers out of your mouth. He patted your cheek condescendingly, “Still with us, sweetie?”

You nodded, lips parted and cheeks flushed. Brian hummed again, “You okay with your new friend fucking you?”

You looked at Tim, keeping eye contact for about three seconds before looking away and nodding. Tim huffed an amused breath.

Brian tutted and grabbed your jaw, making you look back at Tim, “You’re a big girl, honey. You can hold eye contact for more than three seconds. Tell him you wanna be fucked.”

Your cheeks were flushed a deep red and your eyes were glassy and Tim thought he has never seen anything more beautiful than you.

“I wanna get fucked.” You muttered.

Brian patted your cheek, “By who?”

“Tim.”

“Say it properly.”

“Fuck me, Tim.” A pause, “Please?”

Brian leaned back into the armrest of the couch with a triumphant smile, “She’s all yours, man. Give me a good show.”

Tim moved fast, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before gripping your hips and flipped you around. You squealed as your face dropped to Brian’s chest. Brian’s hands moved to cup the back of your head as he absentmindedly caressed your hair.

“Don’t have a condom on me.” Tim said.

Brian waved his hand dismissively, “Did I ask if you had one? Just go raw.”

Tim grabbed your hips and raised them slightly, making your back arch. Your hands held onto Brian’s shirt as you breathed heavily through your open mouth.

Tim unbuttoned his pants before shoving them down just enough to free himself. He brought the tip to your sticky folds and swiped it between them, coaxing himself with them.

“If it hurts, tell me. ‘Kay?” Tim grunted behind you.

You nodded and hummed, already bracing yourself. Tim slipped just the tip inside and he groaned. Your cunt seemed to open up to accommodate him, but you remained tight enough to make his head spin.

Sinking inch after inch, the burn of the stretch made you feel electricity zap down your legs. Your breath hitched as your eyes grew half lidded.

Tim’s hands stayed on your back and hip, keeping you arched as he bottomed out inside you. Brian was leaning back, watching both of you with an amused smile on his face.

Tim’s hips moved back before thrusting back inside, over and over, until he built a slow but deep and hard pace. With every thrust that made his tip kiss your cervix, a moan was punched out of your mouth.

Your hands grabbed onto Brian’s biceps and he tutted, “It’s okay, angel. ‘M here. Doing so well, making me so proud of you.”

He caressed the top of your head as you kept your face planted to his chest. He looked at Tim as he kept thrusting in and out of you. He looked lost in the pleasure as well; moans and grunts escaping his mouth.

Judging by how pent up he looked, Brian guessed that Tim wouldn’t last long.

“Touch her clit while you fuck her. Makes her cum in seconds.” Brian said.

Tim leaned down on you, chest pressed against your back as he wrapped his arm around your neck, putting you in a headlock as his free hand sneaked past your stomach to draw tight circles on your clit.

You gasped, jaw dropped as the coil in your tummy started to tense.

“Fuck! I’m—hah—“ You moaned between gasps of air, “Please, please—“

Tim pressed his mouth to yours, silencing your moans and eating all of ‘em up. When your orgasm crashed over you, he grunted into your mouth as your cunt squeezed him.

“Fuck, good girl. Keep milking me.” Tim grunted on your mouth.

He thrusted faster and your head dropped back to Brian’s chest, body limp as Tim still kept going.

Brian glanced up at Tim, and Tim glanced down at him. Brian grinned before grabbing Tim by the shirt, and brought him down to him.

Tim yelped in surprise, startled, as Brian smashed his lips against his. The kiss was fast and hard and sloppy and drool dripped down from Brian’s chin.

Tim’s hips thrusted against your ass twice before shooting cum straight into your womb, making both of him and you moan.

Brian kissed him for all of his orgasm before moving away and placed the back of his head against the armrest.

“Still pent up, Timmy?”

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

a/n: wrote this in one go and not proofread. enjoy this bullshit i just made!

[tsp-k]

I drew a commission with Masky and Habit 🐇

[deadboyritual]

— Rotts thought of the day →

🪽 ⋮ TW !! — Angst , Mentions of death , Suicidal ideation , Suicide attempts , Habit being a dick , Reader has no corporeal form , dissociation.

🪽 ⋮ Credits — the header images were edited by me. | @/diviniyae for the lace dividers.

Evan is stuck in his own head. Body under the complete inhabitation of Habit.

He feels like he’s going insane. He can’t say or do anything. Just stuck watching as his own body moves of its own volition.

He hates it. He wants to die. Every time he manages to surface, even just for a second, he takes whatever he can to try and end it.

Pills, whatever knife Habit happened to have in his hand at the time. Hell he even tried drowning himself at one point.

But Habit always pulls him back just in time. Just in time to make it frustrating. Habit will laugh at him in his own head. Mock him for being so soft.

It becomes an everyday thing, and Evan starts dissociating within his own mind. Dreaming up scenarios. It seems to make the time go by faster, and he doesn’t feel as much pain as before.

Then, one day, he dreams up you. Soft hair, soft eyes, sweet smile. He dreams of you with wings, delicate, white, fluffy wings.

You look like an angel. So that’s what he calls you. Your face is fuzzy, but your voice is easy. Your giggles sound like music to him.

Dreaming of you two together in fields, laying on the grass and watching clouds pass by. You point up at one in particular.

“That one looks like a heart.”

Your giggle makes him smile, he’s watching the clouds pass by, and he sees it. The heart shaped cloud.

The soft grass underneath you both. Everything is washed over in a hazy glow of white. Like a memory long since forgotten, had finally resurfaced.

Evan is content to stay like this. By your side in his own dreams. His own made up land of softness and love he created.

Even while his own body commits atrocities outside. He holds your hand, pointing up at another cloud.

“That one looks like a horse.”

You snort, sitting up from the grass. Evan joins you, looking at you in confusion. Very gently, you extend one wing, wrapping it around him to pull him closer.

“You know you can’t stay here forever, right?”

You murmur softly, his cheek pressing against the top of your head. You can feel his frown, how upset he is at those words.

Because he knows it. And he hates that he knows it. But what’s the harm?

“I know… but I’d like to stay a little longer.”

He could feel a lump in his throat, eyes welling up with tears. Your the first and only thing he’s had to keep him sane throughout this entire ordeal. Even though you were just a figment of his imagination.

“Okay..”

You whisper back, leaning into him a little more. You don’t want him to leave either. So, what’s the harm in just a few more minutes?

[cemeteryheadlights]

BACK TO THE PAST Pt.2

CW: mentions/depictions of prior domestic violence, angst, delusions, mentions of canon-typical suicidal ideations, profanity, body horror, figurative animal abuse metaphors (no dogs – or rabbits – were harmed in the making of this film), gore and disturbing imagery, religious trauma/imagery, implied medical sexual abuse, shitty doctor, when will this fucking list of tags end omg-,

~6k words // Also on AO3 // Pt.1

In My Restless Dreams

A faint buzzing droned on throughout the hospital – constant, numbing.

When you’d arrived they stuck you in a stuffy little exam room with a chipped tile floor and peeling wallpaper, where you’ve been for the last 30 minutes. You sat on the edge of the uncomfortable paper sheets, kicking your legs back and forth in an attempt to pass the time.

Evan sat in the chair beside you, pretending he wasn’t spending half his time staring at you like you might spontaneously combust. Every time you made eye contact he’d glance away, acting as if he was just scanning the room. Unfortunately for him, there was no denying the emotions pooling in his gaze. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hide it. He was confused and scared – you didn’t envy him. This must be a horrible situation to be in. All the ramifications of the next sixteen years, horrors he didn’t yet have to see, suddenly crashed on top of him in the blink of an eye. His mind desperately searched for more reasonable explanations – explanations he couldn’t find.

His leg bounced up and down, brows knitting together as his eyes darted between the door and the clock hanging from the wall. “Goddamn,” He hissed through his teeth. “What’s taking them so fuckin’ long?”

“I’m sure they’re just busy, Ev. Er, Evan- Ev.” You stumbled over yourself, nearly unsure what to call him. Had you nicknamed him yet? You couldn’t remember. 2009 had never felt farther away. Evan gave you a sideways glance before pushing himself to his feet.

He reached out and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. It was enough to nearly cause you to burst into tears, and you had to wrestle them back as it was.

“Can’t be anything important enough to keep them from *you* this long. I told the dipshits you need some help. I’ll go check.” He told you, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Every nerve in your body screamed at you to reach out and grab his hand, to keep him with you (and on you) just a moment longer. Your flesh ached for his gentle touch. Yet, the unfamiliarity of this past version of him kept your hands frozen in place, and the only thing you could do was watch him slip out the door.

Once again, you were alone.

The stuffiness of the room intensified how loud the silence was, pressure building in your head to a point you were afraid your it would explode. It didn’t help that your heart was racing – hammering away like a terrified little bunny rabbit. Last time you’d gone to the hospital, god knows how many years ago, hadn’t gone so well.

You thought you were being clever. Thought you were being sneaky, that you were just slipping around in the corners and cracks. He found out, of course. He always found out. Always found *you*. There was hell to pay for your actions, and the injuries he left you with were worse than his previous ones that you’d gone in for. It wasn’t more than five minutes before each stitch was ripped out by his teeth, followed by his canines pulling the flaps of the wounds wider. The sound of flesh tearing, painstakingly slowly, lived in your ears for days. Or, never really went away, I suppose. You just stopped crying about it at some point.

Habit trained you like the pet you were. If you didn’t heed his warnings and mockings, the next step was physical consequences. Bad dogs need punishment to teach them to behave, beat with the cane so that next time they’ll obey their master. Bad dogs are only measured by the worth of spilt blood.

The door squealed on it’s hinges as Evan sauntered back in, knife gripped tightly in his hands and a mocking smirk on his face. You hardly had any time to move before he plunged the blade into your skin with a sickening thud, ripping it back from the newly dug hole before thrusting it in again. And again. The sound of flesh ripping echoed off the barren walls, obscene wet sounds weighing the air with their intimacy.

No he didn’t.

Your head spun and the world blurred. When your vision returned to a reasonable degree, Evan was flopping his weight down into the crappy synthetic chair.

Your body was fine. There was no such knife to be had.

None of that had happened. It wasn’t real.

Your eyes remained locked onto his face, carefully inspecting every micro mannerism. Blood soared into your cheeks, veins swelling in a tingly panic. You wanted to run. To hide. While at the moment he posed no threat, the face across from you only registered as a heatless shell – empty and devoid of all the love you’d once held and never could forget, no matter how hard you tried or how many transgressions were committed in his place.

“They said they’ll be right in – had some car accident patient come in.” He told you, shifting in his seat to get comfortable.

His eyes travelled over your body for a moment, before he turned away with a faint blush as he realized you’d been staring at him the entire time.

“So uh,” he cleared his throat. “Uhhhh, the uhm. The hair – it seems. Longer? You styled it different?.” He seemed unsure what to talk about.

You nodded at him. There was no escaping the feeling that something was wrong that had settled your chest. Not to mention you just didn’t really wanna talk about the hair, of all things. “He made me let it grow.” You explained simply.

“He made you grow it.” Evan nodded slowly, taking in your words. “And by ‘He’, you mean me? Or… the thing I had become…?”

He still didn’t understand. Who could blame him? Nothing about it was easy, not even in the few details you’d already shared with him. And as guilty as you felt about sharing what you had, you still found yourself frustrated with his inability to comprehend the concept of Habit taking over his body. It wasn’t some monster Evan had become that had tortured you so – it was something else entirely. A separate being that had curled up inside of Evan. Saying that it *was* Evan was insulting.

“No-“ You sighed. “Yknow what, yeah. Basically.”

Evan held his hands up. “Hey- don’t get pissy with me, I just wanna understand. What’d I say wrong?”

“It’s fine. I’m sorry.” You tried to hold eye contanct, but the longer you looked at his face the worse it distorted, the repulsion building in your gut until you had to look away.

It was just a gross, saggy, rubbery slab of ham.

That’s all faces really were, all bodies really are. People are, deep down, just tubes of meat. Revolting concoctions of flesh, shit, piss, cum, and water. They eat and sleep and breed, and then they die. Unless they get hollowed out, scraped clean like a rotten pumpkin left for the local rodents, to be used as a coat by something else until the coat disintegrates to just bare, rotting threads. Something in which held divine purpose. Who wouldn’t want their disgusting, bloody waterballoon-bodies to be used for a greater purpose? To be free of their meaty prisons? Don’t you want your body to be a temple for something far more holy than yourself?

Sure you do, everyone does. Everyone is seeking a greater purpose, one that’s so easy to find – if you’d just give in. But sometimes, of course, it takes you by force.

Evan sat up straighter, picking up on how upset you were. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed. I-“

You cut him off, waving your hand at him in a desperate attempt to make him stop.

Vomit rose to the head of your throat, and you quickly clamped a hand over your mouth to keep it in. The world spun around you and the little monitor screen they had you hooked up as a way of keeping track of your vitals began screaming at you. ‘BEEP BEEP BEEP’ the voices echoed in the machines cries – wails of terror and grief. BEEP BEEP BEEP The smell of weeks upon weeks of matted gore and bloody hair filled your nose, room darkening. BEEP BEEP BEEP. The screams and tear-filled laminations rose, threatening to drown out the cries of the furious machine BEEP BEEP BEEP. You couldn’t imagine the amount of – BEEP BEEP BEEP - death that lead to the reek that burned in your nose – how many mothers, how many bunnies? BEEP BEEP BEEP

BEEP BEEP BEEP

You ripped the monitor off your finger to make it stop. The world went black.

At some point Evan had arrived at your side, cradling you in his arms while the two of you sat on the nasty hospital floor. You weren’t sure when, exactly. Or even how you’d gotten onto the floor. At some point you realized you were in his arms, the ugly-ass hospital room just the same as when you arrived, and that was that. He whispered things that sounded sweet in your ear, but you couldn’t actually understand anything he was saying. It was as if he was speaking in tongues, but the tone of his voice (and the fact it was his) eased you nonetheless.

It wasn’t long before multiple nurses piled into the room with you guys, berating you with questions you couldn’t make out, let alone answer. Evan did his best to explain what happened, unable to keep the fear from shaking his voice. As your head began to clear, drowning sensations dissipating, you picked up just about his entire vocabulary of profanity being tossed around in his explanations and demands.

By the time you got your head back on you, the doctor was sliding into the room and you were back on the paper sheets – Evan’s arms wrapped tightly around you like he was trying to keep you from falling off in another fit as he sat by your side.

He looked like he wanted to throat punch someone. And you wouldn’t put it past him, from your memory of his youth.

The doctor was a wiry older man, the type you’d find drinking himself to death on Bud Lite in a crappy bar down south. Something in his face was shifty, though you couldn’t exactly attribute it to malice. The way his eyes drifted over your body, however, made you feel like Evan’s baggy Motorhead Tee was skintight. You sunk a little closer to Evan.

Having someone to back up against was a forgotten comfort.

“So,” The doctor began, scraping the metal stool across the floor to sit on. “What’s going on with this one?” He asked, pointing at you and looking to Evan.

Evan glanced at you for a moment, seeming to share similar concerns. You just simply nodded at him, signaling for him to just go ahead and tell the story. Things were easier that way.

“Well, uh, besides what the nurses saw happen…” He glanced back to you, unsure how to politely put it. “Y/N said something about coming from 16 years in the future, says I died and got… I Dunno, possessed?”

The doctor nodded slowly, taking it all in while his eyes raked over you again. “When did this start?”

Evan didn’t react, which kinda pissed you off. It was obvious this man was making you uncomfortable, wasn’t it? And he just… Was gonna let him do it? Habit may have been a bastard, but he was nobody’s bitch and would have already kicked the man’s skull in. Here you found yourself craving his violence, and while your head told you it was wrong, you couldn’t deny the gaping pit in your stomach. Goddamn it – of course you didn’t miss him. Who could miss a monster like that? He hurt you in ways not even human men were capable of, what a ridiculous thought “missing him” was.

“Last night, I found Y/N in my kitchen. We hung out over the weekend and… *this* wasn’t goin’ on.” Evan answered plainly. His hand came up to your shoulder and gently massaged the limb. “’Got these nasty-ass lookin’ scars, too, that sure as shit weren’t there two days ago.”

The doctor leaned forward with a small grunt. “Show me the scars.” He ordered.

You looked at Evan for reassurance, hooking your fingers around the hem of the shirt. You didn’t wanna be belly-up on display for this man. Evan better know that this was all for him. If it wasn’t for his own comfort, to assure him you were okay, you’d be far-the-fuck-away from this place.

Evan’s hand shifted down to your wrist, holding it in a soft grip - preventing you from lifting the shirt. “Hey Doc, what’d you say your name was again?”

The doctor’s eyes flicked back to Evan, giving him a hollow stare. “Dr. Schechem. I believe the nurses already told you that.”

“’Believe they didn’t, Dr. Bullshit.” Evan huffed.

Dr. Schechem ignored Evan’s comment. “The scars?” He pressed, gesturing impatiently for you to lift your shirt up.

You hesitantly pulled it up, slipping your wrist from Evan’s grip, stopping the hem just below your chest.

The long, jagged marks ran the length of your abdomen. Some places had lumps of scar tissue, built up from being torn open again and again, while other places were silky smooth. They didn’t even have the courtesy of being some sort of fantasy-reminiscent edgy scars. Instead, they left your torso grossly disfigured. There was no way those could have appeared overnight.

“Does this satisfy you?” You huffed, giving the doctor a hard stare.

The doctor’s cold fingers reached out to trace and prod at the marks, causing you to flinch. Fuck, you’d think the man was a corpse with how cold his hands were. He picked at them and pinched the masses, sending lighting shooting through your spine, before leaning back with a sigh. “Well, they’re definitely real,”

You pulled Evan’s T-shirt back over your body, twisting your head around to give the Brunette man an “I told you so” look. He didn’t seem so amused.

“What caused them, then?” Evan pressed.

Dr. Schechem gave a loose shrug. “Is it possible you just never noticed? Bumbling around in a dark room while distracted with… other body parts tends to do that. You wouldn’t believe the fights I’ve seen young couples! Especially when women are involved, oh the fits they have when the woman gets mad her man didn’t know about a scar or birthmark - unless its on her good bits.” He laughed. “Once I knew this woman who had a whopper of a birth mark right on her-“

“We’re not like that.” Evan cut him off sharply. “And you seem to speak from *personal* experience there, don’t’cha?”

The doctor swallowed nervously, eyes fixed on Evan.

Grief’s icy claws burrowed deeper into your guts once again. ”we’re not like that”, he’d said. All those years, all those memories - just gone. Like they never happened. But they did happen – to you, and you alone. Evan didn’t, and never would, remember the time he took you for ice cream at 3 in the morning. He’d never remember when you spilled water on yourself at a restaurant and he poured an entire glass down his shirt to keep you from being embarrassed. Or when you bought the puppy at a vet’s office (whom he’d named “Biter”. Guess why!) and brought the little guy home to him, or any of the late nights you’d spent together arguing or crying or screaming at each other just to come out closer than ever. Those memories were yours to bear alone.

The doctor held his hands up, chuckling softly. “Well, in that case, you probably just didn’t see em.”

“And what – you think I’m just making this up?” You snorted at the doctor.

“Calm down there.” The doctor shook his head, pushing himself up from his seat and obnoxiously scraping the metal stool over the floor again. “You gave us a nice run, I applaud you two’s creativity. Now, the front desk will be waiting for you guys to discuss a payment method.”

“I’m not giving you fuckers a fucking cent.” Evan snapped. “Come on, that’s the best you can do? Bullshit!”

His fists clenched, body tensing. This little 5’4 man was really gonna fight if he had to. But honestly, you just felt guilty – you *knew* what was going on, this was just a waste of time and money. Not to mention all the energy Evan was pouring into being pissed about all this – even though that dumbass doctor deserved a fist to the jaw.

Dr. Schchem gave him a long look before conceding with a sigh. “Fine – I’ll go talk with my nurses and see what else we can do.”

“Yeah, you do that.” Evan snorted back, tossing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in.

You watched the doctor leave the room, muttering under his breath as you leaned back against Evan’s chest with a sigh.

“I’m sorry, Ev.”

“What for?”

“For…” You gestured vaguely around the room. “All this.”

Evan brought his other arm around your midsection, pulling you into a tight hug and burying his nose in the crook of your neck. “Nah, it’s not your fault.” He murmured against your skin. “You need to be taken care of once in a while – or, all the time really, but…” He trailed off with a weak laugh, pressing his face deeper into your neck.

“Kinda is my fault,” You shrugged.

He shook his head. “If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s Doctor Dipshit’s mother’s fault for dropping him on his head as a baby.”

You giggled a little, gently bopping him on the head. For a brief moment, if you tried hard enough, you could really almost pretend that nothing had changed.

“Evan, that’s not nice.” You teased him, giving a sarcastic eyeroll. He laughed and brought his head down to rest against your shoulder.

He clicked his tongue. “Yeah but it’s kinda true. She probably did it on purpose, too.”

The clock ticked monotonously against the wall, the buzzing from the lights filling the spaces inbetween. You weren’t sure how long it had really been since the doctor left, but you were beginning to think he might simply not return.

But you were probably just being impatient.

The worst thing about the wait wasn’t the sitting or the coldness of the hospital, but instead the way it gave your thoughts room to wander. Your gaze bounced around the room, a looming sense of dread settling into your chest. There was a brief moment, upon Evan finding you in his kitchen, in which you almost believed that everything was over and you could return to normal. Or rather, forge a new normal. Waking up in his bed, in spite of the new problems, felt *right*. You were in his sheets, where you had always needed to be, even though it was painfully different.

The last 16 years had taught you to never get too comfortable, however. And the expanse of the lifeless, shiny white hallways in this building did nothing to ease the ache.

Was this Jeff’s hospital? You couldn’t remember. You didn’t even know what it had looked like anymore, there was just a vague memory of him having worked in one. What had he even done? Him being a *doctor* didn’t sound right.

This wasn’t unusual. Memories didn’t quite fit in their boxes, not since everything went to shit. For once in your life it was far better to trust feelings than your knowledge.

But you know who would still know?

“This isn’t… Jeff’s hospital, is it?” You rasped quietly, looking over to Evan. And praying to god that this was right – the last thing either of you needed was for it to turn out that Jeff had never worked in a hospital.

Evan’s arms squeezed you tighter, bringing his thumb to gently massage your hip. “Nah, I didn’t think you’d want the whole tribe fussing over you right now. These places do all look the same though, huh?” He murmured, glancing around the room.

You nodded slightly, leaning into his touch.

He buried his face back in the crook of your neck again, eyes fluttering shut. Having him all pressed against you felt like a little escape of its own.

“I’m so fucking tired…” He mumbled. His chest heaved with a heavy sigh.

You brought your arm around to run your fingers through his hair, fingertips weaving their way through his familiar brown locks.

Evan froze momentarily under your touch – from the position you were in, you were completely oblivious to his flushed cheeks. It took him a moment to regain his composure, settling back into the crook of your neck and melting into your touch as you continued to stroke his head.

“Didn’t sleep?” You hummed.

He shrugged against you. “Last night was the first night in a long damn time I got a few hours straight – I haven’t slept that good in weeks.”

Oh no- was it already starting? Had this happened last time, and he’d just never told you? Your stomach flipped over, anxiety gnawing at your guts.

“Why not?” You asked him, forcing the question through your dry throat.

Evan hesitated, tensing. “Ah, I just… am having a hard time, ya know?”

That was the least convincing statement he’d ever made in his life, and it only served to make your current condition worse. The lines on the little machine told it all, and you only prayed Evan didn’t notice. This was about *him*, not you. For once in his fucking life you wanted to focus on him again instead of having to worry about yourself.

“Hey,” You cooed, twisting around to look him in the eye. “You can always talk to me.”

Evan’s gaze softened. “Thanks,”

If nothing else, if there was no way to prevent this – to save him – you would at least be someone for him to lean on.

“I’ve just been having these shitty-ass dreams.” He explained, taking a hand from your abdomen to rub his face. He seemed genuinely distressed by whatever these dreams were, blue eyes turning hollow as he thought about them more. “It’s… well… In these dreams, it’s always… me – us – but… but wrong…?” He sighed. “It’s fine, they’re just… dreams.”

Your hands came up to cup his cheeks – sending a bright pink blazing across them. “Whatever they are, whatever you feel, please tell it all to me.” You rubbed his blushed skin with your thumbs, the close proximity allowing you to feel how hard his heart was pounding in his chest. “I *want* to listen. I wanna listen all night long, mm’kay?”

The door squeaked open, interrupting your little moment, but this time it wasn’t Dr. Schechem. Instead, a large burly man stepped into the room. His arms were crossed, but there was a sympathetic look to his gaze. “Look - you guys gotta leave.” He grunted. You spun around to face the man, unable to keep the disgruntled look from your face.

Evan tensed. “What, he calls a security guard instead of treating his patients?”

The security guard took in a deep breath. “I’m sorry. We can discuss options later, but for now all I can do is get you guys out of here.”

You pushed yourself off the bed and out of Evan’s grip. “Come on, Ev, lets just go.”

And really, you didn’t mind leaving. You didn’t really want to come here anyway. You grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. The security guard seemed kind enough, the type of man you could look at and feel safe around, but still – he had a job to do, and the way that violence threatened to rupture sent a shiver down your spine.

“No –“ Evan snapped. “This is bullshit, you’re just gonna take this?”

The security guard gave a weary sigh. “I’m not saying I agree with this, but I can’t help until we get outside.”

You tugged him harder, pulse squeezing in your neck as blood soared to your head. This bubble was about to burst underneath you. “Evan.”

The way Evan’s arm was tensed in your grip, muscles prepared for a move, made your hands feel numb against his skin. His desire to protect you was sweet, but violence always came with the sort of sweet you’d find in the sickly, sugary scent of rotting trash and decaying matter.

Some people wore the scent well - learned to combine it with their perfume or cologne, and while always mildly unsettling, still managed to work. Others, however, were simply not made to carry the odor of violence. One such being Evan, who in spite of all his ambition and training, wasn’t the skin of a killer.

Evan gave you a bewildered look, eyes blown with adrenaline. “We came here to get you help, no way in hell-“

“Evan!” You cried, tears threatening to spill. “Please can we just go?”

The room fell with a deafening silence, both men staring at you with sympathy and guilt. Their gazes choked you where you stood, suffocating you. It took a good minute for either to move, both waiting to determine if that first tear was going to fall. Finally, Evan broke the silence, his movements cutting the air like a blade as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his chest. Finally, you felt like you could breathe again.

“Lets get out of here, huh?” He murmured, guiding you towards the door.

You shrugged him off and charged out through the halls. Goddamn it- why couldn’t you just enjoy this? You get a second chance and spend it all freaking out. God…

The doors slammed shut behind you and Evan as you got back in the car, air cold and heavy as Evan started the engine. You gazed over at him, trying to gauge his mood. He had that look he’d get, when he was starting to get lost in his head trying to fix everyone else’s problems.

He meant well. You knew he did.

He had followed you out of the hospital and dealt with the front desk when you’d been too confused. You didn’t remember your insurance information anymore – or anything else, really – which had made the paperwork they wanted you to fill out rather difficult. Evan argued for you, that you could email it to them instead or just come back since they already had your legal info and could get ahold of you. Eventually, they agreed.

Now, you were trying to figure out what to say to him. Sorry? Thank you? All of the above?? Silence wasn’t your guys’ thing – not then, and not now. Or… yeah, whatever.

The better question – was why Evan wasn’t playing music. What the hell kind of car ride was this?

“Are you sick?” You teased him, turning around in your seat to dig around in the back. Your memory kicked in big time, and bingo – right where you knew it would be. His box of CDs.

“I assumed you’d want some quiet after that fiasco.” He laughed. “I see why Jeff works at the other hospital, I guess.”

You pulled the box into your lap, snorting at Evan’s comment as you began to dig through it. “I’m not sure I actually believe that man has a medical license.”

“A hillbilly medical license, maybe. His medical school experience was just pouring piss and whiskey on wounds then calling it a day.” Evan looked over at you, making a face.

“Yeah…” You hummed back, meeting his gaze. Your eyes drifted over his features, running on a mind of their own while your hand lay limp in the CD box. Was he always so pretty?

Evan turned his attention back on the road, letting you fully have the chance to enjoy the view. You momentarily gave up on your search for music, taking the chance for once in your life to slow down and rest a moment. His car smelled so strongly of him – which you couldn’t remember having ever noticed before. The way the sun shone through the window and illuminated his face and made his blue eyes glow sent a swirl of fever through your chest.

His eyes flicked up to the little internal mirror, meeting your face. “Whatchu looking at over there?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. “I, uhm-“

Evan smirked, hands tightening against the wheel. “Hmm?”

It was hard to compose yourself, with the sun still illuminating his face like that. Maybe you hadn’t truly appreciated him quite enough the first time you had him – or maybe, you’d simply forgotten just how gorgeous he was.

“That’s okay,” He shrugged smugly. “Keep it to yourself then.”

You giggled, swatting at his shoulder. “Fuck off.”

He laughed in response, face giddy. It wasn’t hard to figure out he enjoyed being the spotlight of your attention.

The two of you settled into a comfortable quiet. His hand was gently resting on the shiftstick, and you were half tempted to reach out and grab it.

How long had it been since you’d had his hand in yours? The soft pads on his fingers gently massaging the back of your palm, holding onto each other until you got sweaty.

You bit your lip at the thought. It would just have to wait – it was too soon for him right now. And that was just fine – neither of you were going anywhere. Not for a few years, at least – and now, you had the chance to make up for everything you’d regretted not doing.

“How about some lunch?” He chirped, breaking you out of your thoughts. “What’s that one god-awful restaurant I always give you shit about?”

You blinked, surprised. “It’s already lunchtime?”

“Dr. Bullshit wasted a lot of time.”

Lunch did sound nice – and the idea of sitting alone at a table with Evan made your chest flutter.

“I’ll pay?” Evan looked over at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

You giggled. “Sounds great – keep your eyes on the road, hotshot.”

Evan slouched in his seat, picking at his food. You tilted your head at him – it wasn’t like him to play around with his food. Normally, he’d be inhaling it right now.

“What is it?” You hummed.

Evan shrugged, lips flattening into a line. He continued to pick at his lunch. “Ah, nothing. So uh – you feelin’ any better?”

It wasn’t just nothing, clearly. And the fact that he was shrugging you off like this made your stomach turn. Was it something about his sleepless nights? You couldn’t save him, but you could at least be here for him if he’d just let you. Maybe this time around you could fix all the things you regretted. Wasn’t this what second chances were all about? Or was it all, in spite of the knowledge you gained the first time around, hopeless?

“I’m better, especially now that I’m sitting here with you.” You smiled. “Having someone with me makes it seem… like less of a weight.” Which was true, you weren’t lying. But would that get through his thick head?

He smiled back at you, lightening up a little. “Good to hear,”

He wadded up his straw wrapper and tossed it at you. You dodged it with a small squeal, excitement surging through your veins. “Evan!” You giggled. You picked the wrapper up and tossed it back at him, which he made no real move to dodge but to turn his head, and ended up getting it stuck in his hair. He didn’t notice this, of course. The sight brought a swell to your chest.

You slouched back in your seat as he faced you again, sticking his tongue out at you.

“Ya missed.”

“Evan, You’re fucking stupid.”

He shrugged, holding up his hands in defense. He was still clueless as to the straw wrapper in his hair, and you had no motivation to tell him. How long would it stay there?

“So,” You leaned back in your seat, clearing your throat as you turned the conversation back to a more serious note. “Talk to me, Evan – please.”

You could see the way he deflated, shoulders slouching. It almost made you feel bad to ruin the moment, and deep down, you were sad it was already over. But, you needed to get him to open up. None of this mattered if it meant that you could go on to have far more silly moments than you’d gotten the first time around. The two of you could make up for it later on.

Evan’s chest heaved with a sigh. “Like I said, I’ve been havin’ these… dreams. It’s real fuckin confusing – or, it was.”

You tilted you head.

“I dunno what it all fucking means.” He stated plainly, looking you over. “But it all stopped when you showed up last night. You have something to do with it, I know that much. I’m not that goddamn stupid.” His point was punctuated with a dry laugh. There was no humor behind his story, if anything, it was just concern. To put it lightly.

He continued. “In all of them – and they’re different every damn time – it’s always you. As you are now, with your current appearance ‘n all… beat to shit. And in all of these dreams it’s just you suffering and being fucking miserable. Sometimes there’s….” He shook his head, trailing off as if he was about to say something taboo. “Anyway, when you showed up last night, I had to double check I wasn’t dreaming. Then I nearly puked my guts all over the goddamn floor.” He laughed again. It hurt you.

You wanted so deeply to reach out and touch him. To comfort him. To fix his problems. “Evan-”

“I don’t- I don’t know.” He interrupted you, eyes wide with visons of things he wasn’t meant to comprehend yet. “I’m not gonna let that happen though, okay? Not gonna fuckin’ happen. Nope.”

He stood up. “Come on, lets go to my place, yeah? Play video games?”

“That sounds great.” You murmured, smiling up at him before following. He hadn’t touched much of his lunch, and all the way out he cast glances over his shoulder that were impossible to miss. He was tense – you didn’t remember this part, not in this year. What else did you not remember? Or, was time being diverted just to throw you off? Many ideas filled your head, making you uneasy with worry. Making you paranoid – unless, you were actually being watched. And knowing the thing that’d kept you for all those years, it wasn’t unlikely. Being at Evan’s house, in his arms, was the only thing that sounded good right now.

He meant his promises to you all so intensely, you knew it – but nonetheless, his words were empty. And it begged the question – were yours?

And yeah, the straw wrapper was still in his hair.

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[livingdedgirl06]

OUGHHHHH EVANNNNN i need him.... that one clip where the camera pans past him and he's covered in blood and smirking and ooooooohh my god. toby and evan threesome.. involve me. now.

i think he would love to have a knife held to his neck as you ride him

Toby and Evan threesome is them fighting over who gets to eat your pussy first then they lowkey just start making out while eating you out

[cemeteryheadlights]

BATHING EVAN MYERS [GN! Reader]

Needing some time with him but not wanting to remove him from his current fixation, you decide to have a little roleplay with Evan based on his game.

Gonna be fully honest, I was more giggling while writing this than getting off

>GN!Reader

TV-MA > MDNI Explicit sexual content, bathing Evan, Bisexual cowboy kink Evan, Evan is distracted with Video games but NOT a loser bf dw

Evan was sprawled across the couch, foot on the coffee table, Xbox controller in hand. He'd spent the last five nights grinding away on the new Red Dead Redemption - and while you loved laying in his lap watching him play, as you were now, you were getting a little restless.

Sure, you two had gotten down the night before last - but it was sprinkled with him removing his tounge from your mouth to ramble on about his current game play.

It was cute! But very distracting.

You rolled onto your belly, arm flopping over the edge. "Evan, your character looks like you used him to mop the floor." You told him, looking over the screen

"I don't wanna pay for a fuckin' bath." He mumbled.

You giggled, glancing up at him. "Its like 9 dollars, dude."

"25 cents." He corrected, immediately regretting opening his mouth as you snorted in laughter. He groaned.

"Pennypincher much? Take a damn bath." You nudged him.

Evan laughed a little, but otherwise didn't give much of a response. Which was probably the worst thing he could do in the situation, as his silence only made you push harder.

You sat up and switched to sitting in his lap, him lifting his controller to let you on him.

"What, you don't wanna see big beefy cowboys shirtless?" You teased.

He huffed, tilting his head to "look around you" as if you were in the way (which was entirely unnecessary, you weren't) - refusing to make eye contact the entire time. "Fuck off."

You brought your hand to his chest, massaging his muscles through his shirt. "Big, wet, meaty cowboy nipples, huh?" You hummed.

Evan's cheeks reddened a little bit and he rolled his eyes. "It just takes too damn long." He shrugged.

Evan Myers was a terrible liar when it came to 2 things: you, and his sexual interests.

You looked up at him, giving him the biggest wet eyes you could muster. "Please? For me?" You pleaded quietly, jutting your bottom lip out.

He looked at you for a brief moment, sighing. "Damn it. How can I tell you no?"

Giggling, you threw an arm around his neck, kissing his cheek.

You watched Evan finish up his current task in game and began making his way to clean his character, combing your fingers through his hair as he played. He pressed a little kiss to your shoulder.

"There goes all fucking 25 cents, are ya happy? Im broke now" He teased, gesturing to the television.

You rolled your eyes.

The character settled into the bath, the game requiring Evan to manually bathe him - starting with choosing which body part to scrub and then making him do the work.

And goddamn, were the graphics on this shit good. Wet beefy cowboy titties in 4K.

Evan cleared his throat, adjusting his position slightly. Which didn't prevent you from feeling his half-hard dick through his shorts.

You rubbed your ass up against it, playful smirk on your face.

He let out a dramatic whine. "God, stop tormenting me-" a hand left his controller momentarily to pinch your thigh.

You were gonna say something, but the game distracted you. A woman peeked into the room, speaking in her sweet southern accent. "Would'ya like some help?" She purred.

Your hand flew to Evan's wrist, eyes wide. "Oh my god - Evan, say yes!"

Evan laughed and accepted the woman's offer.

She came into the dim room and began scrubbing down Evan's character, Evan shifting his hips a little, rubbing against your ass. The ship had sailed to hide his current predicament, but he needed some sort of friction on it.

Watching the woman tender scrub the cowboy, you began conceiving ideas.

You were horny. Evan was horny, but caught up in his game. You know how everyone could be happy?

The next day you made a little detour on your way to Evan's place. When he asked you what was in the bag, you shrugged him off.

"Just stuff." You said, leaning against the doorway to the office, where he sat in front of his computer. "Not playing your game?"

Evan shrugged, returning to his web browsing. "I'm on a forum for it, does that count?"

You hummed. At least he wasnt suddenly over the fixation. "Ah I see... say, have you cleaned up lately?"

He paused and looked around the room, confused. It was fairly clean, what the hell were you going on about?

"...wha?" He blinked at you.

"No I mean have you cleaned yourself?" You giggled softly. He was cute.

"You sayin' I smell like ass?" He shot back with a teasing grin, raising an eyebrow.

You held your hands up in defeat, bag still dangling from your fingers. "Im not saying anything, just thought you might wanna."

You made your way over to him, digging around in the bag. You pulled out a cowboy hat and tossed the bag aside, placing the hat on your boyfriend's head. "A bath might do you some good, Partner."

Evan smirked, fixing the cowboy hat on his head. "Are you gonna offer me a hand?"

"For 50 cents" you winked.

"25"

"Im not cheap."

Evan wasted no time abandoning his computer, nearly tripping over his chair on his way to the bathroom.

You let him run himself a warm bath and get settled, giggling to yourself. Yeah, you had a good idea this would be a hit - but man, he was really excited over this, huh?

After a couple minutes, some splashing and profanities, you made the assumption Evan was all settled.

Unfortunately you hadn't gotten the chance to get yourself some sort of "western" wear, but that wasn't really the point anyway.

You cracked the door open and slid into the room. Evan was slouched in the tub, wearing nothing but the godamn cowboy hat. His cheeks were flushed pink and there was no way for him to bite back the grin on his face when he turned to look back at you.

Water ran down his chest, nipples already hard from anticipation.

The scene was somewhere between adorable and sexy, a line Evan toed best.

"Need some assistance there, cowboy?" You hummed, poking your head into the room.

"Do I ever." He breathed out, making sure to tip his hat at you.

You giggled and slid into the room, crouching beside the tub. Your hand found purchase on his slick shoulder, digging your fingers into his muscles. "Where first?"

You could see his pupils dilate, eyes traveling over his submerged body as he tried to figure out where he wanted to be touched first. The anticipation pumped through his veins like venom.

"Uhh..." He hummed, lips parted and glossy. "How 'bout here, hun?" He ran one of his hands across his chest, leaving a trail of water and soap to run down his toned pecs.

A little cluster of bubbles collected on his nipple, the sight alone sending heat straight to your thighs.

You cleared your throat. "Sounds good, cowboy."

You grabbed the bottle of soap and squirt some in your hand - Evan let out a little grunt and shifted his hips at this - scrubbing it around on your palms to warm it up before softly bringing your hand, now dripping with the colored syrup, to Evan's warm chest.

He watched, eyes wide as you began to scrub it into his skin, gently massaging his flesh with your fingers.

One hand made its way up his collar bones and around his neck, rubbing the tension out, while the other stayed at his chest and danced around his nipple teasingly - not quite touching it.

Evan sucked his bottom lip in, scraping it with his teeth.

"Hm. This good?" You asked.

He nodded enthusiastically, practically begging you not to stop.

You smiled and took another squirt of soap, taking your sweet time with this one. He watched you the whole time, eyes burning into your hands, but refused to try and force or plead.

When you came back, you nudged him forward so that you could get his back. His muscles tensed and flexed as his pushed himself forward in the tub - Jesus christ. Did he have any idea what he could do to you just by moving?

Your hands met his shoulders, which were hard and tense. You took a mental note to massage him more often.

As you cleaned him off, you dug your palms into him - getting harder with each stroke. You could see his hands on the edges of the tub, fists clenched.

"Harder?" You asked, doing your best to sound innocent. "You're so tight back here..."

Evan let out a grunt. "Mmh, yeah- I mean, you're doin' great."

You pushed harder, hand coming down in one long, heavy stroke.

He borderline moaned.

Moving on from his back, your hands slid down to his hips - fingers running through the space between his hips and his thighs, but not quite getting close enough to anything more... sensitive.

It was slow and teasing. His muscles tensed, hand shifting down to his junk.

You giggled, watching him. "Touchin' on yourself already?"

Evan let out a whine that echoed off the bathroom walls. "No, I just. Ugh, I just need..."

You grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from himself. "You don't wanna bathe in dirty water, yeah?"

He turned his head to give you a pathetic, needy look.

Finally you made your way down his legs, tenderly scrubbing his thighs down to his calves. You made sure to be extra slow here, sliding your fingers along his inner thighs like you were basting him for dinner.

His cock was now hard, and the longer you went on with his thighs, the harder it got.

He tipped his head back, cowboy hat hitting the edge of the tub wall. A long breath slid through his teeth. "Oh, now you're just teasin' me."

You giggled in response, squeezing his thigh.

By the time you finished with his bath, his dick was pressed into his belly.

Finally, to Evan's relief, your hand made its way over and grabbed his balls. He let out a broken little whimper.

"Can't forget to clean here." You hummed, gently massaging his nuts.

Evan shifted his hips into your touch. "Please," he grunted.

"Hmm? I can't hear you" You moved from his balls to the base of his shaft. He thrust into your hand.

"Please!" He cried

You smiled, giving him a good pump. "Since you asked so nicely- god, you cowboys are a rough lot to deal with..."

It wasn't long before you had him panting and squirming, water getting splashed all around the tub.

One of his wet hands left the water to grip your shoulder, soaking your shirt. "Oh god, oh God please-" He whined.

You sped your movements, flinging even more droplets from the tub. "Cum for me baby, come on...."

His hand gripped your shoulder tighter - fingers digging in so hard that it hurt.

---

And then he burst, white globs dispersing into the bath water.

He came to rest his cheek against you, chest heaving. You ran your fingers through his hair, taking the cowboy hat off and setting it aside to make it easier.

"I hope you last longer than that once you get dried off and tied up on the bed." You murmured against his scalp, pressing a gentle kiss to his head.

Evan whined in response, still trying to recover. "Mhm, yeah..." He panted, nodding ever to slightly. "I will. Don't worry, Hun...."

He turned to look at you, eyes still all pathetic- you could practically see his pulse behind them. "Can I keep the hat?"

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[tsp-k]

Something stupid this Evan

[akibeets]

Being a yumeshipper is so funny because my irl situationship just broke things off with me and my instinct is to say “oh my f/o would never do me dirty like this” but he absolutely would. My f/o is Habit he’d do this and worse lmao

[lambtothehabit]

reader… stalking habit guys PLEASE

thank you.

cw: stalking, gn!reader (let me know if i missed anything), reader is weird and toxic, habit is even more toxic, cnc + somno? (reader touches him in his sleep but doesn’t know habit is awake), handjob, blowjob, recording.

꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

habit had no idea what to expect from this. he obviously knew you were stalking him. you can’t expect to outsmart a stalker, nor a demon like him.

but you were a pretty thing, and he was bored, and so he let you tag along.

he kind of liked how weird you were. he knew you started stalking him when you met him for the first time outside of a cafe. you almost bumped into him, and when you apologised, he just grinned at you and walked off.

you were easy. and stupid. and also completely insane since you quickly decided to obsess over him.

he knew you had followed him home that day. he could hear how loud your heartbeat was, and you weren’t the best stalker out there, since you kept stepping on twigs.

not to mention how loud you breathed; small puffs of air gave you away after ten minutes, and he pondered to just grab you and eat you, because he was a lil hungry, but he decided not to.

he’s always been the stalker, he wanted to know how it felt like to be the one being stalked.

so he let it happen. again, and again. until one month passed. and one month became two months.

three months in, to his surprise and amusement, you started getting bolder.

you actually sneaked into his house at night. you walked slowly, almost bumping into things and forniture as you tried to map out his house and find his bedroom.

obviously, he was there. and wide awake. not that he needed to sleep, but he knew you’d get sad if you got caught, so he played along.

he got into bed, no shirt and black boxers, and pretended to be asleep on his back.

he had to get in character as he heard the door open. your quiet steps almost seemed to echo in the silence of his room.

he peeked an eye open and watched you as you looked around. touched his things without shame, as if they belonged to you.

the corner of his mouth twitched in an amused smile as you stole a pair of his boxers, putting the piece of clothing in your bag.

his eye closed as you turned to him, as if you felt him watching you. you walked to his bed and stood right next to him, looking down at his body.

he pretended to be asleep, and he could feel your gaze stare right through him.

he hoped that you’d get bolder than this. in fact, you brought your hand to his face as you let your fingers trace his bottom lip before bringing it down his chin and chest, feeling the bare skin under your fingertips.

your hand descended until it stopped on his lower stomach—fingers grazing the warm skin, slightly under the waistband of his boxers.

he could hear your breath hitch.

he had a fucking slut in his hands, that was for sure. lucky for you, he was into it.

while pretending to sleep, he strategically changed position fast enough to jerk his hips up, making your hand come in contact with the half hard bulge beneath his boxers.

he couldn’t see you right now, but he could just picture your face; wide eyed, flushed, jaw dropped.

your hand froze, not moving away. you knew it was wrong, and weird, and that you were probably going to hell for this, but it was just so exciting and intoxicating and you wanted more.

your hand slowly wrapped around his bulge, feeling it throb despite fabric in between. you kept watching his face, hoping he wouldn’t wake up.

your free hand slowly pushed the hem of the boxers down enough to wrap around his cock, finally bare. you got down on your knees next to the bed, eyes staring at the scene unfolding.

he was just so… big. not only big, but thick. veins throbbing every few moments with pre already leaking out of the bright pink tip. you were mesmerised by the sight that you completely forgot to check on his face.

habit, at that point, had his eyes open as he stared at you. his hands were on the back of his head, completely at ease.

you both watched as your hand kept pumping him in a slow peace. not really habit’s style, but he figured you wouldn’t be stupid enough to go fast and risk waking him up.

your hand moved to his tip, wrist circling slowly as you jerked his tip. he bit back a groan as more pre leaked out of him.

he watched as your free hand moved to your bag and you took out a camera.

he almost laughed. you couldn’t be serious.

you actually were. you settled it on the bed next to you, so it could record your hand jerking him off while also giving you a view of him in the background.

you could tell he was getting closer from how much he throbbed. you couldn’t risk getting his cum everywhere, or he’ll get suspicious.

so, to habit’s personal satisfaction, you moved closer and parted your lips around his tip, sucking it into your mouth.

he couldn’t stop a low groan from escaping his mouth, but he played it off with a sleepy tone. he felt you moan quietly as you slowly and oh so gently sucked the tip while your hand jerked the rest of him.

when he came on your tongue, he came a lot. load after load painted your tongue and you swallowed it all.

you moved away, fixing his boxers before getting up.

he figured guilt was getting to you from how fast you grabbed your camera and bolted out of his room.

although, when you rewatched the recording, you were able to see how his eyes were open, staring back at you with the same smile he gave you the first day.

and you surely didn’t miss the part where he mouthed a small “slut” at you!

꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

stalker!reader. toxic!reader. weird!reader. my beloved.

[nyash-nyash]

стадик со скрина

эван, я набью татуировку на лбу............

[akibeets]

I need to get off my ass and start writing fic again because times r tough out here for habit enjoyers who are not super big into masochism… would he canonically have gentle sex? Yeah probably not. But a man can dream