#1 EJ Glazer

!! Part-Time Habit Truther !! Find me where the stars kiss the sea ⋆｡°✩ 19+

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

»-♡→ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 !! ☎︎

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋 : 𝟏𝟖𝟎𝟎—𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓—𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 ✩

BΛBƧ ᯓ★ 06 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ ♉︎⟡

𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅’𝒔 𝑶𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 & 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒐 𝒂 𝑻𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝑵𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

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-> Hi !! You can call me Babs !! I’m gender-fluid and pan !! And my brains more scattered than my books and scribbles ->

I swear I can’t consume anything normally and my hyper-fixations take over my life whether I want them to or not (T—T). Aside from creepypasta, I like anime and anything slasher related. I also love film and photography. Plus ART !! (As you can see LOL ^3^) I draw my headers and all that jazz for my fics myself, makes it feel more personal to me y’know?

!! Also if you like my art you can follow me here :p !!

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Now for my writing, I most often write fem/afab reader because ‘tis the parts I possess !! HOWEVER !! I write gender neutral or M! Reader here and there, if the moment allows (My fluid becomes solid or requested :p) I also write my readers with a personality !! They won’t grovel or be bulldozed over just because they’re infatuated with a lover !! I am a very structured person and it plays a big part in my fics as it does in my day to day life.

On the topic of my fics, I’m pretty open to most kinks. The things I will not write for include: Scat, anything involving feet (I don’t see the appeal I’m so sorry T3T), hard non-con, and overt abuse towards reader or otherwise.

⦻ Rules For The (Re)Quest’s !! Click Me !! ⦻

That being said, I hope you enjoy your time here and I’m very excited to have you !! You can find all my current and upcoming works below !! ^3^

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ➸ [ 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 & 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 ]

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦: 𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 ➸ [ 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔 𝐌.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

-> Shortened OC Lore Here :p <-

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My Tags 🏷️ !! ᯓ☆

Works & Fics: #babwrites★

Drabbles & Thoughts: #babponders</3

Artwork & Wips: #babscribbles!!

Asks & Answers: #babanswers!!

4:00 AM Spillage: #babspams!!

My smaus: #babs heart hotline

Habit & Reader’s Domestic AU: #bitty & bonbon !!

MH AU: #marblejar 𖦏

Freak Posting: #Last thot of the night <<

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My Anons !! ᯓ☆

🫦🚬, LJ Anon, 💜✨, 🦌🕊️, 🧁, 🦃 , S.B, 💜🐦⬛️, 💚‼️, Goblin Anon, Positive Butterfly Anon 🦋, ☆, 🦇, Shy Anon, 🍧, ✨💤, 🌷, Jester Anon, 🦩, 🪱, 🎇, 🪄, 🍞, 🦈, 🍮 , ⭐️, 🦊, 🎪, 🐶, ⏳,🫀, 🧟‍♀️ 🐇, ☕️, 🕊️🤍, 🌞, 🪓💜, 🧵, 🦔, 🔪💌, 👑 🪆, Bunny Anon, ⛸️, 📼, 🔮, 🦷, 🎬, 🍑, 🪡, 🐀, 🐏, Fairy Anon, 🥀, 🌟🍋‍🟩, 💿, BunDeer, Purple Anon, Green Anon, 🧪, 🎲, 🦐, 🦴, ☀️, 🐙, Jelly Anon, 🥞, 🎞️, 🫒, 🐋 🃏, Moth Anon, 🎀, Freaky Anon 🍆, Scholar Anon, 🦉, 𐂂, 🌸, 🍎, Road Kill Anon, Peep Anon, 🐺, Puppy Anon, 🦦, 💋, Hoodie Anon, Dolly Anon, Toby Anon, Angelmuffin Anon, Blue Anon, Watcher Anon, Writer Anon, 🌑, 🗡️🌿, 🪷🐛, Caterpie Anon, 👽, 🫟, Scrubbing My Brian Anon, Monster Anon, 🎣, 🐾 ... TBA ✦

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[cryingintheclubdhmu]

Big Teaser !! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪𖤐

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You pay rent, too. It’s not your fault the AC’s broken and your roommate’s a pervert.

AKA: Walking around in front of the creeps in just your underwear ✮⋆˙

Ft. T. Rogers, J. Nyras, B. Lawman & A Bad Habit ✶⋆.˚

Follow up to this post <-

!! Pt 1 with Tim, Brian, Jeff and Liu here !!

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DICK DICK DICK HOPPIN

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

I just had a fucking vision just now.

I just had the BIGGEST BRIGHTEST FUCKING VISION JUST NOW OHHHH MY GODDDDDD.

I have plans I cannot share with you because the haters will sabotage me. I have PLANS I cannot share with you because the haters will sabotage me.

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

ANDDDD BRAHMS I DONT GIVE A FUCKKKK

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

Dream blunt rotation except I’m the blunt and the rotation is EJ, Micheal Myers, Jason Voorhees, Jason MEYERS, Thomas Hewitt, Habit, The Milkman from that’s not my neighbor, and Shigaraki from mha. The white haired version SPECIFICALLY after his voice drops 15 octaves.

I wanna look like a slug after.

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

MATTER FACT

Throw in Jabber, Rengoku AND Sanemi

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

Dream blunt rotation except I’m the blunt and the rotation is EJ, Micheal Myers, Jason Voorhees, Jason MEYERS, Thomas Hewitt, Habit, The Milkman from that’s not my neighbor, and Shigaraki from mha. The white haired version SPECIFICALLY after his voice drops 15 octaves.

I wanna look like a slug after.

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

Tempest gets so freak nasty but unfortunately you gotta fight through five thousand pounds of angst from Tim’s POV first 💔💔💔

But it’s worth it. TRUSTT it’s worth it. Papa has big things planned. Mmmmm

God I’m giggling. It’s so good I’m giggling.

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

Hello babs!!👀

First time doing an ask on your blog this is so cool! Wanted to say Tempest is my roman empire and I think about it all day during work, genuinely an amazing story that I can reread 1000 times over!!!💖

I wanted to ask if I could be 🐾 anon! I didn’t see that one taken but I still watch to check 👀👀

Tempest my beloved 💔💔💔💔

And yes adding u neow :p

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

i have put off reading tempest for the longest time because i value my mental well being kinda but after blowing an interview i thought i would read it, im already in shambles anyways.

and HOLY MOLY it is so good. the "partner comes back different and almost starving for love" kinda reminds me of Dark Matter by Blake Crouch!! it was a good book. i mean the main protaganist loved his wife before changes occoured but still, kinda similar.

anyways congrats and a big smooch to your brilliant brain. toothless anon, out.

It’s such a yummy trope someone would have to pry it out of my cold dead hands. And perhaps I will take a look !! :pp

Also guys I swear it doesn’t had a sad ending I PROMISEEEEEE

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

Read Tempest while listening to Tempest by Ethel Cain currently being detained rn I PRAYYYYY that u didn’t have that in mind while writing that bc I’m SICCKKK

What a perfect soundtrack to ruin Tim’s life to thank you 🙏🙏🙏

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

Omfg I miss Evan so bad take me out of my misery.

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

MY TRIBUTE TO UR STICKER COLLECTION!! Hope u'll like them :)) - The asker for 🐠 or 🎣 anon :DD

SAVED THANK U

And yes I will add u neowwww fish pole.

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

DADDYS HOMEEEEE, HOME FOR MEEEEEE 🎶

LJ MY PATHETIC CLOWN HOW I ADORE YOUR ENTIERTYYYY YES GOOOODDDD 📣

I’ve been swallowed by the depths king babs… I fear the tumblr curse has reached me 💔 although it may be the work of one of zalgos many mouths cause ain’t no way tumblr swallowing all of us like that 🙄/j

I’m lurking TRUST 🫡 AND I AM FEDDD THANK YOUUUU IVE BEEN THIRSTY FOR SOME LJ FIC THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU ( iykyk )

Words cannot describe the joy I had waking up this morning to find the holy grail

LJ makeup smearing on the pillows at last 🥹… Kisses and hugs babs I hope you are well and all the goodness in the world rains on you ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

P.S Lj anon,

YESSS I remembered u asking ab LJ’s makeup getting everywhere and I finally had a Drabble to use that in !!!

He’s so cute and reader stays throwing him around 😭😭😭

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

Last thot of the night.

Sub Jeff and his voice.

Usually in bed, the most you get is heavy breathing and grunts if he’s dominant. Degrading with a sprinkle of praise, maybe a dragged out groan if it’s good.

But if you’re riding him with his wrists tied above his head, he gets whiny real fast. Especially if you’re edging him. He gets impatient, the denial getting to him about an hour in. His willpower isn’t weak exactly, it’s just that being inside you and knowing you can give him what he wants at any second makes him snappy.

After a certain point he loses his rasp a bit, too.

The base of it slowly becomes shaky, his once rough baritone cracking. His brows knot up when he glares at you, irritated. “You’re such a cunt.” He’ll snarl, bark orders- but you know he doesn’t mean it.

Because slowly but surely, his resistance will chip. His insults will begin to dampen, going from cussing you out to trying to bargain for you to move. He’ll start squirming, bucking his hips up with an unsteady huff.

“C’mon- just fucking move-“ Face flushed, his cocky persona crumbling by the second. He’s so hard it hurts, and you’ve been edging him for hours. Humping his cock just right, and squeezing him the way you know he likes best.

He’ll go from laughing at you to pouting and denying it. You can see it so clearly on his face. The internal fight in his head.

He hates begging, so he’ll try convincing you every time. He’ll offer you head, tell you that if you let him cum, he’ll make it worth your while. Jeff will debate his own skills in bed with his eyes half-lidded, chest heaving and his muscles tensing against the restraints.

Then his pitch raises, his words tilt up at the end. He gets breathier, quieter and more needy. More restless and you’ll feel his thighs twitch under you.

His head tips further back, eyes struggling to stay open. Huffing faster and faster until it sounds like he’s on the brink of hysteria. And when you finally lift your hips to sink down on him to the hilt, his pupils roll up into his skull.

Jeff’s jaw falls slack, lips bitten red and parted as he pants. He says the things he usually does, but this time, they don’t seem as nearly as demanding. His voice comes out too soft, too unstable to carry the weight it normally holds.

“Y-Yeah, like that- fuck.” More of a hitched sigh than an instruction. His gaze is unfocused, spine arching off the mattress by an inch before he slumps back down. Like he so desperately wants to appear unbothered.

“Take it so good- keep going. Ah- shit.” It’s barely praise, talking just to talk. He’s rambling because if he doesn’t, the noises forcing up his throat will be too obvious. Because if he does, his desperation won’t make you hungry.

“Gonna’ cum. Mm- g-gonna’- hah- I’m-fuckfuck—“ It’s a plea and a warning in one. There’s a part of him that’s hooked on the withheld release, high off the power you have over him. He wants to fill you so badly it’s painful, yet there’s a whisper at the back of his head that begs you to hold off just a little longer.

When you’ve passed the fifth round of edging him, his speech grows incoherent. He turns almost silent, the only sounds escaping him clipped and slurred. Then, during the peak of it, mercy finally appetizing to you. The slam of your cunt not ceasing even though it’s clear his ability to stave off his climax is near its end— he’ll moan so loud his cadence becomes unrecognizable.

Throaty and wanton, his eyes cross before scrunching shut. “Shit- b-baby.” He’ll bite his lower lip just to gasp as his shoulders bow, head thrown back while he trembles. His pale skin has tinted with blush all over, his shoulders and chest dusted in pink.

Drool collects at the slits of his cheeks, mouth forming an ‘O when you grind down onto him. You fuck him through the orgasm, making it last until he’s writhing. He’ll hum into the kiss, but his tongue is halfway limp.

He’s too overwhelmed to properly reciprocate, and his lips aren’t closed enough to lock in yours. It’s sloppy, spit smearing everywhere. He’ll watch you through bleary eyes and try to chase you back up.

In those moments, he forgets to ignore how much he needs you. Forgets to suppress how terribly he wants you close. Jeff will whine openly if you pull away too soon, pout without trying to hide his face if you get “mean.”

He’ll rub his cheek against your palm when you cup his face, slurring something along the lines of “Why’d y’stop?” With the most doe-eyed expression you’ve ever witnessed. Sub space for him is rare, but when it settles in, it always shocks you.

He acts so uncharacteristically vulnerable, asking for your touch with such raw hope it makes your heart hurt. It’s a slip of his mask, and you get to see less of Jeff, the unfeeling, barbaric weapon- and more of the boy before the fire.

Someone exposed and in need of grounding. Wanting to be handled with warmth and care. His stamina remains high though, so you finish him off slowly.

No harsh riding or bouncing yourself to make him scream- instead, you roll your hips gently. Rocking yourself on his cock with your nose brushing his. Your palms cradle his cheeks, and you tell him all the sappy things he claims to hate.

You tell him he makes you feel good. You whisper that you love him against his lips, letting your breath mingle with his when he nods in response. You soothe your thumbs along the scars on his skin, and he angles his head to attempt to kiss you, even if he barely has the energy for it.

When he cums, it’s muted. A stuttered exhale, his voice cracking a tad. His lids flutter closed, and he’ll lean into you, mumbling inaudibly. He bucks up into you once, twice, before he goes boneless.

His eyes follow you while you slip off of him, pupils blown wide as you peck his forehead, settling onto your side to undo the rope. His arms slink down, Jeff immediately reaching for you.

You can’t even get up to grab a rag because he’s burying himself into your chest. He’ll lie there silent for at least twenty minutes before he regains self awareness, simply listening to your heart beat and humming once in a while if you talk.

He’ll scoot back a smidge after, still slightly dazed, and raise a brow at you like you were the one who did something unexpected.

“What?” As if you didn’t just feel him curl into you and sniffle. Yet you know him, and you’re aware that if you call him out, he’ll scoff.

You swipe the hair sticking to his forehead out of the way, toying with the ends, while he stares. It’s a special intimacy that arrives once in a blue moon, and on those nights, Jeff tells you things he promised to never say out loud.

Sometimes it’s memories of his mom, sometimes it’s a stupid fight he had with brother. Sometimes it’s random things he noticed about you.

Facts that you don’t remember talking about, habits you didn’t know you had. It makes you realize how perceptive he is, how much he actually pays attention to details that most people deemed unimportant.

He’ll draw shapes on your bare hip, and mutter dumb jokes into your hair. A lightness that doesn’t exist elsewhere, the walls he built absent.

Jeff doesn’t verbally say it back, but he’ll trace a heart onto your back when you tell him you love him without heat between you. His mouth won’t form the syllables, but he’ll kiss your crown longer than necessary, and exhale like he’s trying to breathe his intentions into you.

With fondness, allowing his sentiment to seep into your mind as you fall asleep. He loves you, too.

Even more than words.

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

The way this was supposed to be horny and then I got really sentimental ab him half way through 😭😭😭

Like wait. Thats my baby fr. Your honor he is just a BOY.

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

Last thot of the night.

Sub Jeff and his voice.

Usually in bed, the most you get is heavy breathing and grunts if he’s dominant. Degrading with a sprinkle of praise, maybe a dragged out groan if it’s good.

But if you’re riding him with his wrists tied above his head, he gets whiny real fast. Especially if you’re edging him. He gets impatient, the denial getting to him about an hour in. His willpower isn’t weak exactly, it’s just that being inside you and knowing you can give him what he wants at any second makes him snappy.

After a certain point he loses his rasp a bit, too.

The base of it slowly becomes shaky, his once rough baritone cracking. His brows knot up when he glares at you, irritated. “You’re such a cunt.” He’ll snarl, bark orders- but you know he doesn’t mean it.

Because slowly but surely, his resistance will chip. His insults will begin to dampen, going from cussing you out to trying to bargain for you to move. He’ll start squirming, bucking his hips up with an unsteady huff.

“C’mon- just fucking move-“ Face flushed, his cocky persona crumbling by the second. He’s so hard it hurts, and you’ve been edging him for hours. Humping his cock just right, and squeezing him the way you know he likes best.

He’ll go from laughing at you to pouting and denying it. You can see it so clearly on his face. The internal fight in his head.

He hates begging, so he’ll try convincing you every time. He’ll offer you head, tell you that if you let him cum, he’ll make it worth your while. Jeff will debate his own skills in bed with his eyes half-lidded, chest heaving and his muscles tensing against the restraints.

Then his pitch raises, his words tilt up at the end. He gets breathier, quieter and more needy. More restless and you’ll feel his thighs twitch under you.

His head tips further back, eyes struggling to stay open. Huffing faster and faster until it sounds like he’s on the brink of hysteria. And when you finally lift your hips to sink down on him to the hilt, his pupils roll up into his skull.

Jeff’s jaw falls slack, lips bitten red and parted as he pants. He says the things he usually does, but this time, they don’t seem as nearly as demanding. His voice comes out too soft, too unstable to carry the weight it normally holds.

“Y-Yeah, like that- fuck.” More of a hitched sigh than an instruction. His gaze is unfocused, spine arching off the mattress by an inch before he slumps back down. Like he so desperately wants to appear unbothered.

“Take it so good- keep going. Ah- shit.” It’s barely praise, talking just to talk. He’s rambling because if he doesn’t, the noises forcing up his throat will be too obvious. Because if he does, his desperation won’t make you hungry.

“Gonna’ cum. Mm- g-gonna’- hah- I’m-fuckfuck—“ It’s a plea and a warning in one. There’s a part of him that’s hooked on the withheld release, high off the power you have over him. He wants to fill you so badly it’s painful, yet there’s a whisper at the back of his head that begs you to hold off just a little longer.

When you’ve passed the fifth round of edging him, his speech grows incoherent. He turns almost silent, the only sounds escaping him clipped and slurred. Then, during the peak of it, mercy finally appetizing to you. The slam of your cunt not ceasing even though it’s clear his ability to stave off his climax is near its end— he’ll moan so loud his cadence becomes unrecognizable.

Throaty and wanton, his eyes cross before scrunching shut. “Shit- b-baby.” He’ll bite his lower lip just to gasp as his shoulders bow, head thrown back while he trembles. His pale skin has tinted with blush all over, his shoulders and chest dusted in pink.

Drool collects at the slits of his cheeks, mouth forming an ‘O when you grind down onto him. You fuck him through the orgasm, making it last until he’s writhing. He’ll hum into the kiss, but his tongue is halfway limp.

He’s too overwhelmed to properly reciprocate, and his lips aren’t closed enough to lock on yours. It’s sloppy, spit smearing everywhere. He’ll watch you through bleary eyes and try to chase you back up.

In those moments, he forgets to ignore how much he needs you. Forgets to suppress how terribly he wants you close. Jeff will whine openly if you pull away too soon, pout without trying to hide his face if you get “mean.”

He’ll rub his cheek against your palm when you cup his face, slurring something along the lines of “Why’d y’stop?” With the most doe-eyed expression you’ve ever witnessed. Sub space for him is rare, but when it settles in, it always shocks you.

He acts so uncharacteristically vulnerable, asking for your touch with such raw hope it makes your heart hurt. It’s a slip of his mask, and you get to see less of Jeff, the unfeeling, barbaric weapon- and more of the boy before the fire.

Someone exposed and in need of grounding. Wanting to be handled with warmth and care. His stamina remains high though, so you finish him off slowly.

No harsh riding or bouncing yourself to make him scream- instead, you roll your hips gently. Rocking yourself on his cock with your nose brushing his. Your palms cradle his cheeks, and you tell him all the sappy things he claims to hate.

You tell him he makes you feel good. You whisper that you love him against his lips, letting your breath mingle with his when he nods in response. You soothe your thumbs along the scars on his skin, and he angles his head to attempt to kiss you, even if he barely has the energy for it.

When he cums, it’s muted. A stuttered exhale, his voice cracking a tad. His lids flutter closed, and he’ll lean into you, mumbling inaudibly. He bucks up into you once, twice, before he goes boneless.

His eyes follow you while you slip off of him, pupils blown wide as you peck his forehead, settling onto your side to undo the rope. His arms slink down, Jeff immediately reaching for you.

You can’t even get up to grab a rag because he’s burying himself into your chest. He’ll lie there silent for at least twenty minutes before he regains self awareness, simply listening to your heart beat and humming once in a while if you talk.

He’ll scoot back a smidge after, still slightly dazed, and raise a brow at you like you were the one who did something unexpected.

“What?” As if you didn’t just feel him curl into you and sniffle. Yet you know him, and you’re aware that if you call him out, he’ll scoff.

You swipe the hair sticking to his forehead out of the way, toying with the ends, while he stares. It’s a special intimacy that arrives once in a blue moon, and on those nights, Jeff tells you things he promised to never say out loud.

Sometimes it’s memories of his mom, sometimes it’s a stupid fight he had with brother. Sometimes it’s random things he noticed about you.

Facts that you don’t remember talking about, habits you didn’t know you had. It makes you realize how perceptive he is, how much he actually pays attention to details that most people deemed unimportant.

He’ll draw shapes on your bare hip, and mutter dumb jokes into your hair. A lightness that doesn’t exist elsewhere, the walls he built absent.

Jeff doesn’t verbally say it back, but he’ll trace a heart onto your back when you tell him you love him without heat between you. His mouth won’t form the syllables, but he’ll kiss your crown longer than necessary, and exhale like he’s trying to breathe his intentions into you.

With fondness, allowing his sentiment to seep into your mind as you fall asleep. He loves you, too.

Even more than words.

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

hi babs.. i’m the slasher ask

i wanna be your friend because you seem so cool and whimsy and i love your work but im scurrred

also.. your mm art deadass looks like EJ 😭😭

STOPP Ur so cutesy T3T

And omfg I have been yearning for EJ since birth apparently 😭😭😭😭 like in my heart it was always him fr.

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

I mean this so kindly but part of me refuses to read tempest...

I CAN'T BABS ive read some of ur answers to asks about it and it just seems like angst central and I don't need to be hurting that way 😔

IT WILL NOT END SAD !!!!

There’s just a lot of plot and grief on Tim’s part 💔💔💔