hear me out .... habit w reader who has an oral fixation nd loves to have his fingers on their mouth .... thinking thoughts .... mmmm ...
as someone with the biggest oral fixation, thank you. so much. fem!reader for this one cuz it’s late and i’m in a mood.
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habit knew something was up with you quickly into the weird relationship you two had.
he liked observing you. not an ounce of fear in your brain whenever he came home bloody or he killed someone in front of you. you had a weird curiosity that made you unable to kill.
you actually asked questions. paid attention to him. giggled whenever he exaggerated his stories. you liked tagging along during his kills and just watch him in his element.
it was only natural that he would observe you as well.
he noticed it started with a simple pen. you were studying, working, whatever the fuck you were doing, and you playing with the pen with your tongue.
he was sure you weren’t even aware you were doing it. you weren’t doing it to be sexy, or playful, or a tease. it genuinely helped you focus.
another big hint; popsicles. you loved slobbering all over that shit. you looked almost pornographic—tongue circling the popsicle before sucking it into your mouth.
he was sure you were doing it on purpose now. you wanted something from him, you had to. right?
no. you sucked the hell out of it before saying you preferred the strawberry one instead.
he was flabbergasted.
this whole thing of you putting things in your mouth went on and on for weeks, and he just accepted that you had a big oral fixation. it helped you calm down, it helped you relax, helped you focus.
you were weird, but happy wife happy life.
so, when you came home from work, whining and complaining about how tired you were and how fucking stupid your boss and coworkers were, he did the first thing that came to mind.
he grabbed your jaw, fingers squishing your cheeks together, before shoving his middle and ring fingers in your mouth.
you looked at him with wide before letting your eyelids flutter. he watched as your shoulders slumped. you began sucking on his fingers, and it was like all the stress in your body completely disappeared.
“there you go,” he hummed, “you don’t need much to feel better, do ya?”
he felt you hum against his fingers as he kept watching you. you were just so pretty. so easy, so accepting. he liked how fucked out you looked just from this. you were so braindead and his cock was still in his pants.
he thrusted his fingers back and forth, pressing down your tongue, shoving them deeper and deeper. you barely gagged as you accepted them.
a ghost of a smirk appeared on his face. he stayed on the couch, in his seat, with his elbow on the armrest and his cheek resting on his hand.
he slowly started moving his fingers out of your mouth, just to tease you. you whined as your hands wrapped around his wrist.
“mh-mh. ‘m not done.” you muttered before wrapping your lips around his fingers once again.
he grinned as he let you, “greedy little thing. taking more than what i give you.”
but he didn’t push you off. he just moved you closer by wrapping his free arm around you, bringing you to him.
you placed your head on his shoulder as he moved his fingers once again, fucking your mouth. he watched carefully for every micro expression. how your eyes were half lidded and almost glassy. how your jaw stayed open to accept him. how drool dripped from the corners of your mouth.
“look at you.” he cooed, “drooling all over yourself. this messy just from getting your mouth stuffed. my messy bunny.”
his tone sounded mocking, but that was just how habit sounded all the time. his head moved closer and before you knew it, you felt his tongue lick a long stripe from your chin to your mouth, collecting your spit on his tongue.
“wanna suck on my tongue or my cock?” he asked you.
you whined, hands still holding onto his wrist. he laughed, knowing you didn’t have it in you to choose.
“come here, needy girl.” he patted his lap.
you quickly left his hand to straddle him. your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him. he accepted the kiss, hands on your hips.
the second your tongue grazed his, your lips wrapped around his tongue, sucking on it eagerly as if it were his cock.
he grunted, eyes fluttering shut in a slow eye roll. he kept his mouth parted and his tongue partially out to let you keep sucking on it.
his hands guided your hips back and forth, making you grind on his cock.
if he had to be honest, he’s been hard since you walked through the door with that sour expression. he hoped your coworkers pissed you off more.
Gemini, being an air sign, enjoys a light-hearted approach to intimate relationships. In nature, they tend to run off of unpredictability and need to be consistently involved in new things to keep them satisfied. That doesn't mean new and sporadic relationships, but involving the both of you in things that scratch that itch. Fun, impromptu dates. Random trips. Being adventurous in all aspects of the relationship.
The relationship shouldn't come off as too heavy or leave him feeling like you're a 'ball and chain', and he tends to look over the deeper, more profound elements of the relationship unless prompted to do so. Geminis, in nature, tend to run off of unpredictability and need to be continuously involved in new things they find entertaining.
Sometimes it's hard to guess what the next day/week/month will look like in a relationship with someone with a Gemini Venus, keeping you on your toes, and while it can be a bit exhausting or annoying, it can also be one of the best aspects of your relationship. His need for changing up his surroundings involves switching things up, either himself, or, going with the flow of whatever you cook up for him. He gets restless without change, though anything too significant could scare him off just as easy as stagnation can. Given his predisposition to emotional instability, his swings would likely be more intense than the average Gemini Venus.
He also, more than anything, loves to talk about you. You could call him the yap master with the way that he just goes on and on and on about your relationship and about you specifically, talking the ear off of anyone who'd listen and even after they stop.
He tends to approach you in an empathetic and understanding way -- just because he can be closed off doesn't mean he expects you to be. He's random with his moments of vulnerability; one day he could keep his emotions tucked away, coming off as detached or distant from the relationship. On another, his feelings could come pouring out and have no signs of stopping.
While he can find it hard to settle down, once he finds you, staying is an easy choice. And while all of this does have a factor in his life and relationships, his choice to stay and make an effort is what makes things work between you.
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Astrological speculation is super fun but without a full chart I can't get into all of his houses and conjunctions and trines and all of that bs, and it drives me nuts. Someone cook up a solid birth time and place for me PLS
I gen HATE. like fucking HATE when someone says shit like "Evan Myers/habit" like they're the same person. They are NOT the same person or and if anyone says sum like that I'm gonna assume they're larpers or just super dumb.
Evan Myers is his own person and so is Habit why would anyone even think they're the same... habit ain't his alter ego or something that's just a entity demon thing that possessed some guy and ruined his whole life
You weren't sure how long Habit had you like this.
The minutes blurred together, so much so that they could've passed for hours. Your body pulled onto his lap, back to his chest with his legs shoved between yours, forcing them apart. An arm around your neck, the crease of his elbow laid against your windpipe in the most suffocating, delicious way; his skin against yours, sweat mixing with sweat. Between his chokehold and the overstimulation, you were light-headed, his fingers pumping in and out of you over and over and over.
His palm hit your clit again and again, the flesh tender and swollen and hot under his touch. He found your g-spot what felt like hours ago. You had been sitting on him, just like this when his fingers grazed it, your head falling back against his shoulders as your mouth fell open in a silent gasp. From then, he homed in on it, the pads of his fingers massaging it in tight circles that punched the air from your lungs. He licked the side of your face, tongue dragging up your skin until his lips met your ear, a clicky purr emitting from him.
"Insatiable little bitch, huh? Just can't get enough." He growled into your ear, each word emphasized with his palm meeting your cunt, his fingers rubbing against your sweet spot, webs of your wetness sticking to his hand and snapping with every pull back. "You're greedy, ya' know that? Huh?" You slap at his hand and wrist to no avail, trying to warn him through whimpers and mindless babbling that something felt off.
"What? You gonna fuckin' piss yourself? C'mon--" You squealed as the orgasm snuck up on you. It was like a release of pressure, like something had popped inside you as you squirted up his wrist and down his thigh.
"Fuckin' filthy," He snickered and spat on the connection of skin, his pace still strong as you wriggled in his grasp, clawing at him like it would make a difference. "Ruined yourself, got me all dirty." He licked at the shell of your ear and your eyes rolled as your brows pinched together, your noises coming out as high-pitched whines, whimpers, and pleading as he continued, pulling another from you, cum running down between your legs and onto the floor below.
"You gonna keep soiling yourself until I stop, Hm?" You shook your head, unable to move it much past his hold, letting out a pathetic, drawn out 'nooooo,' making him click his tongue.
"Oh, but you don't want me to stop, do you?" You shook your head again, a mix of 'yes' and 'no' leaving your lips in whispers as your hips pushed up to chase his hand. He just smiled, canines pressing into your neck,
holding your hand when i tell you that Habit prefers fingering over eating out
holding your hand when i tell you that he likes someone else's blood on you more than he likes your own
holding your hand when i tell you that he would get hard from you knocking his ass out or beating the shit out of him
holding your hand when i tell you that he purrs when he's close.
alternatively he purrs when he knows YOU'RE close
holding your hand when i tell you that he wants to bite actual chunks out of you, and if you have any kind of regenerative ability he actually will. omnomnomnom
holding your hand when i tell you he doesn't experience love like you do but still loves his evildoer wife <3 in his own perverse and wicked way
holding your hand when i tell you that there's nothing wrong with wanting soft reader insert content and that were all just having fun here
When Habit told you not to shower after you ate, you listened.
You were covered with blood from the bottom of your nose to your feet, clothes soaked, skin sticky and warm. You could hear the music from upstairs get louder, doing little to drown out the screaming of whoever he had up there right now, most likely an intruder in the form of a multidimensional vagrant who landed in the wrong place at the wrong time. You nearly slipped running down the stairs, rounding the corner with so much excitement that you stumbled over your feet. You could feel warmth simmering in your lower belly accompanied by a deep tingling that slowly turned to a throb. You knew exactly what was coming, and you were more than eager to get started. You laid back on the bed with little care for the blood smearing on the sheets and stared at the ceiling, one hand resting on your stomach as the other inched toward the waist band of your bottoms.
You lifted your hips to pull them down your legs, kicking them off until they hit the floor with a heavy thud. You were already wet, ready and pulsing with every vibration of the speakers upstairs, body readying itself for him, for whatever he wanted to give you. You could still taste the metallic flavor of blood in your mouth, tongue and teeth coated in it, staining everything red and orange. Poor guy tasted good, tasted better than you had expected. As you picked pieces of flesh from between your teeth you thought about how overboard you went with it. You usually saved some for Habit, usually brought him something home and cooked for the both of you, but today you were too hungry, so hungry that you were having a hard time recollecting the moments leading up to your meal; you could only remember the scraps that were left of him afterward.
Just as you were wondering how to position yourself for him, the music died out, replaced with the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. You figured that sitting up like you were was good enough, the wet patch on the front of your underwear fully visible alongside the blood dribbling down your sternum, your shirt long discarded in the corner, fully exposing your breasts and hardened nipples. Your stomach fluttered as he made his way to the bedroom, the shadow of his feet under the door filling you with butterflies before he pulled it open. He took his time walking up to you, Bowie knife still in hand, the free one coming up to caress your face. His thumb swiped your lower lip, your tongue darting out to lick the blood off of it as he smeared it and your spit across your face, gliding it to your hairline before grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing you to look up at him.
"Look at you, huh?" His grasp let up but stayed firm, keeping your head in place. "Messy." He wasn't one to talk, blood splattered across his arms, chest and face, but you kept your mouth shut, just this once, and nodded. He hummed, letting go of your hair and petting your head in uncharacteristically sweet motions. "'love seeing you like this."
The confession made your chest spasm with excitement. You grasp at the front of his shirt, pulling him down to face you before capturing his lips in yours. You fall back on the bed, his body caging you in, the rim of his death proof hat grazing the top of your head. He was warm against you, blood still fresh and warm running across both of your bodies, mixing in with your spit. His tongue poked into your mouth, and you let it in between your teeth with a light gasp, the knife in his other hand coming up to run across the tops of your breasts, a thin line of red beading to the surface as he drew on your skin with the blade. You panted into his mouth and he took your lip between his teeth, biting down hard enough that you felt the flesh break, your own blood pooling in both of your mouths.
He drops the knife to your side, leaning up enough that he can pull his other hand from beside your head to your hips, his grip bruising as he spins you onto your stomach, pushing your head into the mattress. He picks the knife back up, this time focusing it around your asscheeks as he pulls your hips up until your resting on your knees, face still pressed into the covers. You feel the blade hook under the seam of your underwear, the cool metal stinging against the hot, wet skin underneath. The sharp edge grazed your clit ever so slightly, making you jump as you mouth falls open, a heavy sigh on your breath. It felt like an eternity before he cut through the gusset, the soaked material easy to slice through. The band against your hips went next, the fabric now tattered and sitting uselessly to your side. You peaked your head up to see him gazing into your pussy like it was his favorite meal, admiring it like it was artwork as his thumbs grazed your outer lips, spreading you apart.
You whined, hips wiggling lightly as he continued to tease, fingers barely ghosting over your clit. You could feel his hot breath fan across your skin, face inching closer with every second before you felt his tongue glide through your folds, collecting the wet oozing from you and pushing it up toward your clit. You let out a small gasp, lip between your teeth as he started sucking on your clit like he could nurse from it. Small breaths turned to loud moans as his tongue pushed back and forth across you, dipping into your hole before coming back out, swirling around you in messy but effective strokes.
He still held the knife, the tip of the blade pushing into your skin in rhythm with his sucking as he put his whole body into it. His free hand wandered around your body, groping your tits, pinching and rubbing your nipples in harsh twists then gentle caresses. It was all too much, your legs trembling as you focused on the feeling of his tongue delving in and out of you, his wandering hand and the cool metal pressing into your stomach as he ate. Between your own arousal, his spit and the blood down your front, you were a sloppy mess, spit down coating the blanket underneath your face as your drooled with every press of his tongue on your clit. The tip of his nose pressed against your rim as he shook his head lightly, noises loud and wet as he groaned into you.
Your fingers clawed at the sheets and you wriggled away, trying to find purchase from his constant onslaught against you. The blade fell to the bed beneath you as he brought both hands up under the front of your thighs, pulling your legs further apart and you closer to his face. You thought you heard him mumble something about running but you didn't have time to process as he forced the arch in your back deeper, the new angle giving him more access to your clit that he sucked between his lips, teething at it just enough that it stung. You were close, too close, you didn't want it to end and yet you craved the high so bad you ground yourself back on his face. He kept you still but continued his ministrations, shoving his tongue in and out of you over and over before your legs started to tremble, his mouth capturing your nub once more before you came with a shattered cry. You gushed around his tongue and he moaned into it, nails digging into your thighs so hard they left cuts in your skin. He lapped at you like a kitten, drinking you up like he was parched nearly to death.
He pulled away from you with a pop, wiping the frothy pink mix of your juices and blood on the back of his hand as he looked down at your messy cunt, a hand still resting on your thigh as the other came up to play with you, swirling your slick around with his fingers, rubbing up and down your slit just to watch you squirm. There were very few times that Habit would admit out loud that you were beautiful,
"Messy fuckin' cunt.. so fuckin' perfect—" He murmured, sucking you from his fingers.
And having you like this, right here, right now, was one of them.
You're something unnatural, something that shouldn't exist. When you meet someone, or something just as unnatural as you, you don't react well to each other - but when you finally come around, how will you learn to coexist?
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I can't draw axes so I just gave up💔 Quick sketch.. I'm new at drawing. I crave some art moots to help me out with drawing.. someone motivate me to learn anatomy and facial expressions..
don't look at the fingers for too long...😓//Being able to change brightness and contrast on a picture really saved me
You're something unnatural, something that shouldn't exist. When you meet someone, or something just as unnatural as you, you don't react well to each other - but when you finally come around, how will you learn to coexist?
Posted on AO3
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Updates will be a little slow! Tags/warnings will get more specific for each chapter. Please enjoy :^)
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