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Can we get a tiny snippet of what your currently working on oh great writer of mankind’s worst habit

I promise I'm not dead lol, still doing some college work and these works are a bit longer than some of the other things I've wrote. But I have been waiting for an ask like this lol!!! I'm working on multiple projects right now and I'm excited to share! Just keep in mind they haven't been proofread yet, so I'll be polishing them later. So here's snippets from a few HABIT x Readers and Maul x Readers under the cut:

Priest!Evan x Nun!Reader x Demon!HABIT

The only relief he had was that Corenthal-- the bishop- would be arriving within a week.

Evan glanced though the latticed window, the letter opener clutched tightly between between his fingers. He saw you down below, tending to the sheer ivory rose bushes. He leaned against the window sill, holding his head up with one hand.

You hadn't been here for very long, just a few months. Corenthal had sent you to him, you had been passed around between a few different convents for several before Corenthal had decided that you would be best placed here in his care. You were one of maybe ten that resided here in privacy.

The convent was rural, on the edges of New Jersey out in the countryside. It was completely secluded, stone walls and dark metal fences and gates separating it from the outside world. It was about an hour or two from any sort of civilization with merely a dirt road connecting it to any main roadway.

For him, it was peace of mind.

He didn't leave his room most of the time, only left to do daily confession,

It wasn't quite proper to be living within the convent, but with how far it was he had received a special exception, even if it wasn't the only reason.

Evan always had his suspicions about the nuns that resided here, nothing was quite proper about the convent, he knew at least a few of the nuns here smoked and drank, but Evan could tell that the people here were good at their core, dedicated themselves to service above all. They didn’t get drunk, didn’t pressure anyone into it, so he never bothered to correct the behavior.

But it was functional enough that he didn't question Corenthal's decision to keep it running in such an abnormal way.

You know he keeps it running just to keep you here, away from anyone we could hurt.

Evan ignored the thought easily, straightening up and shoving the letter opener into the drawer of his desk, banishing it all from mode as he adjusted the collar of his tunic, glancing back outside the window.

The sickeningly vivid imagine of a pristine white rabbit crossed his mind as he briefly watched you. You were perceptive, agile, surprisingly wise for your age. There was plenty to admire about you, even if he didn’t let his thoughts linger on you for very long. The vivid image played at the edges of his mind—then a bloody, furred heap of twisted muscle and cracked bone quickly overtook it. His heart skipped a beat and he backed away, sharply hitting at his forehead with the butt of his hand.

Prude.

Was the word that echoed in his mind mockingly.

“Sick bastard,” Evan muttered back, collapsing down against the chair at his desk and burying his head in his arms.

He was good at that, twisting anything pleasant in his life into something terrible or terrifying.

SNIPPET 1 - Cry Me A River - Part 3

You were losing it, you were losing your handle on reality and every minute you were being dragged farther and farther down this endless pit.

You weren’t sure when, you weren’t sure why, but at some point you fell. It wasn’t instant, like novels or movies made love out to be. It was subtle, gradual.

You still hated him, resented him for what he had done to you and now you hated him even more knowing that he had taken the one thing you had left and had kept close to your chest, your heart was aching because of it.

It was small things.

It was your loneliness. It was all the times you hovered at the edges of conversations, when you walked yourself home alone in the dead of night, when no one ever seemed to notice you, couldn’t even remember your name. It was your desperation to be wanted, to be needed in some way, to be someone’s first pick in a room of people, even if it was only as a favorite toy.

No one else had given that to you.

He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t kind. He still snapped at you and hurt you in ways you couldn’t describe. Even looking at his face was like an insult, salt in your already festering wounds. But somehow, someway, you were the one that changed.

He was unstable on a good day, his moods swinging back and forth like an unsteady pendulum. But you still found yourself enjoying his company more. You found yourself talking to him, joking with him. His presence wasn’t as unbearable as it used to be and you had a feeling he wanted it to be that way.

You had a little bit of motivation to get yourself out of bed now, to move around a bit, to talk, to finally drink something in gods knows how long. You felt somewhat human again, not just like a shell of yourself. You were slowly but surely piecing yourself back together again, even if you weren’t the same person as you were before.

He’d seen you at your worst .

SNIPPET 2 - Cry Me A River - Part 3

You sucked in a breath, peering into the bathroom past the doorway. Blood covered him, soaking through his ripped up flannel and jeans, caking his mussed up hair and splattered over his face.

His head jerked, glancing at you over his shoulder, his hands twitched, before curling into fists. “Come here,” He all but demanded, you felt paralyzed in place, but you stepped forward nonetheless. He backed you against the wall, his fingers digging into your upper arms, almost like his own desperation was sinking and oozing into your skin. He had a manic gleam in his eyes, like he was still giddy, riding off the high of his kill.

It made your stomach churn, but at the same time- it gave you butterflies.

“Does it bother you, bunny?” He asked slowly, he clearly knew the answer but he was still testing you, testing your resolve in a cruel way. “Does it make you sick that I’m wearing blood on his skin?” He sneered, spitting it out like a vice.

What did you have to lose?

Who was even here to judge you?

What did you want?

For once you were listening to your heart, the broken mushy thing in your chest that wouldn’t stop throbbing. At one point that had been for Evan. For a while, you thought that had still been the case, but now…

The answer came to you quicker than you thought, dread and unwanted, but finally clear. You moved before you could back out. Before you could truly think about it, you lurched forward, slamming your lips against his, your heart racing and your palms sweaty.

His eyes widened in shock, staring at you with an unreadable expression. For a second you wondered if you had messed up.

You were trembling, your nerves getting the better of you as your head began to throb. You were reeling, ripping away from him quickly. Your body was in overdrive and for a moment you considered just running- but the second you pulled away from him, Habit snatched your arm, dragging you right back to him.

“You don’t get to just fuckin’ do that and then just walk off-“

“Did you mean it?”

“Did. you. mean. it?” He growled, his grip on you tightening.

“I…”

“God, why is it so fucking hard to get a straight answer out of you?” He laughed in frustrated exasperation, his finger twitching with agitation.

“You figure it all out one second and then you back track— Make up your fucking mind or I’ll do it for you,” He hissed.

SNIPPET 1 - Sub!Maul x Reader

Rivulets of sweat dripped down Maul’s back, mixing with the blood marbling his skin. He was on his knees, bent over slightly with his shackled wrists firmly in front of him, his hands folded neatly. The room was dark, barely illuminated except for the light bars near the base of the walls, bathing the floor in a dark red glow.

You kneaded the muscles in his shoulders; they were firm, almost rock hard, but there was a little bit of give when you squeezed. Then, you leaned down to his ear. “How many more?” You asked in a breathy whisper, your warm breath curling against the shell of his ear. His jaw ticked, and he swallowed, but not once did he move his hands from where you had ordered him to place them.

“As many as you think I deserve,” he muttered back, his voice low, reverent.

“…Sweet, but not what I asked…” you tsked.

“Pick a number for me, between one and ten,” you asked instead; you wanted him to place his limit, to give you a clear outline to follow. You had long since set a precedent that you wouldn’t do anything that he didn’t ask for first, a simple boundary that kept everything controlled and

“Five,” he replied without hesitation, as if he had already had the number in mind.

He kept his eyes down to the floor, but he felt a familiar sense of anticipation curling in his chest, threatening to strangle him. You always took your time, glancing over his back, tracing the tips of your fingers over his skin, before you found your mark. You were precise, as quick as a viper with a bite that always left a pleasurable ache. He listened carefully, hearing your grip shift on the cane in your hands.

The first strike was between his shoulder blades, firm and quick. The strike barely registered with him, but he knew that in mere minutes, a dark purple welt would form in the place of

He forced his muscles to stay relaxed as he ground his teeth, and you gave him a second to adjust, to be prepared.

SNIPPET 2 - Sub!Maul x Reader

You took the time to pause, leaning down. “…Come back to me, or I won’t continue,” you threatened quietly, not for the sake of it, but because you cared deeply for him in a way that you couldn’t quite put into words. He meant everything to you, and despite everything, you wanted him to be present, to be here in this moment with you, not elsewhere in the depths of his mind where you couldn’t reach him.

He swallowed, his eyes narrowing slightly before he leaned forward. He felt exposed as his eyes flickered up to your face, his pupils constricting, then dilating as you came back into focus. When he looked at you, truly looked at you, you found what you had been searching for. He had that complete and utter lovesick devotion in his eyes, all on you, it was a pure ecstasy that sent a thrill through you. It was a titillating sensation to have control over someone who demanded attention, fear, and respect from every person who dared to lay eyes on him. Or maybe the excitement came from the absolute trust it took for him to surrender his mind, and his body in equal parts, his everything, to you and only you.

“…I… apologize…” Maul wasn’t looking at you when he said it, but you knew it took every ounce of his pride to even begrudingly say such a thing. But the simple statement flipped your stomach into knots; you derived a perverse sense of pleasure from it— yet at the same time you acknowledged the fragile state he was in.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. Just stay with me. Where you belong," you whispered back to him.

Beauty & The Beast AU Maul x Reader

It was starting to slow down and you couldn’t help but yell in frustration.

“Kriff! No!”

You dismounted your speeder-bike, kicking at the piece of junk with pure disdain. You would be damned if you froze to death because of the shoddy thing. You were going to have a word with the woman who sold it to you when you got back to town, who had assured you that it was in perfect working order for your trip.

You’d heard whispers before, to stay away from that path, that those that went down its winding road vanished like mist. But what choice did you have? The road to the next town over was covered in snow and the blizzard’s ice only got thicker with each step you took, your arms trembling. You were going to get frostbite like this, with night overtaking and the snow coming down in thick flakes.

So, you took the winding path, shivering with every step in the deep snow and bitter frost.

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You glanced up at the tall, gothic architecture.

Who could be living here? So deep in the woods?

You hesitantly stepped under the grand awning, grasping the silver door knocker and firmly beating it against the door. You could only hope and pray that someone was inside to listen,

You pushed the heavy wooden doors open, peering inside. The space was vast and unlit, but pleasantly warm.

Elegant marble checkered tile stretched across room, a glistening crystal chandelier hanging above from the tall ceilings, ornate pillars with gold-leaf vine and rose detailing holding up the tall ceilings with a glistening crystal chandelier hanging down.

The spindles of the grand staircase loomed above, arching up into a balcony to a second floor,

The carved marble fireplace was crackling from a bright fire, surely someone was here, attending to the flame.

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🐇 | Cry Me a River Part 3 (Habit x Reader) | IN PROGRESS

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . | ■■□□□ 40%

── .✦. | Anon Request: (Cut Down Slightly.) This takes place probably a few months after reader hears HABIT’s confession before she dozed off to sleep. So reader is basically minding her own business, HABIT allows for her to be outside and reader is slowly but carefully accepting HABIT. And then the operator shows up and does his static thingy and she ends up in the candleverse and tries to hurt her. And then HABIT shows up in his TRUE FORM (yes ik 🥹⭐️) and saves her. And then that moment where she sees his true form is basically like a bonding moment and the reader truly comes to see how true his words were (from second part of cry me a river) and then they go back to normal universe and from than on HABIT becomes more comfortable with her.

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🐇 | Unnamed (Habit x Reader) | IN PROGRESS

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . | ■■□□□ 40%

── .✦. | Anon Request: can i please ask you for some habit fluff? 🥺 pretty please? or maybe just some domestic scenario? 🥺🥺💔

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🐇 | Unnamed (Habit x Reader) | IN PROGRESS

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── .✦. | Anon Request: More bunny!hybrid!reader x habit pls shvdhfejcd

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🐇 | Unnamed (Habit x Reader) | IN PROGRESS

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . | ■□□□□ 20%

── .✦. | Anon Request: Hihi! Do you think I could get Habi with a chubby hybrid reader? Doesn't matter which animal! You can decide! If you won't do this as you've done similar before that's ok!! Take care of yourself autumn dw abt taking your time in writing as u saw in your guidelines post <33

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🐇 | Unnamed (Habit x Reader) | ON HOLD

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . | ■□□□□ 20%

── .✦. | Anon Request: Hii! I wanted to request a Habit x reader about habit making reader do boot worship and boot humping. Idk but it just feels like something habit would be into! P.s. I really love your fics! Keep up the good work! <3

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🐇 | Unnamed (Habit x Reader) | ON HOLD

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . | ■□□□□ 20%

── .✦. | Anon Request: Hiiii I love your work so much and I was wondering if you would write about Habit touching himself thinking about us ʕ•ᴥ<ʔ

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🐇 | Unnamed (Habit x Reader) | ON HOLD

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . | ■□□□□ 20%

── .✦. | Anon Request: I’ve don’t think I’ve seen any story associated with the request I have! How about we have a reader who begs pregnant with HABIT’s offspring? Like not Evan’s child, like Habit’s actual offspring. And the vibe can be like…a Bella and Edward typa thing! Like the reader would no longer be human because the only way she’ll survive is if she becomes a demon of like HABIT’s species. So like during the pregnancy, she sees this more demonic possessively side of Habit. (I mean who can blame him his not soon to be human soon is carrying his baby) 🌝

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🐇 | Unnamed (Habit x Reader) | ON HOLD

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── .✦. | Anon Request: Habit with a partner who sleep walks and talks hehe

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🐇 | Unnamed (Habit x Reader) | ON HOLD

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . | ■□□□□ 20%

── .✦. | Anon Request: How about reader becoming a demon in this twisted ritual when she gets kidnapped when HABIT’s gone and when he saves her their both in heat so he realizes he can’t finally fuck her in his true form and still dominates her and it’s the most mind blowing sex ever like literally lost in heat and when reader opens her eyes she’s possessing a vessel and so is HABIT with Evan and their still going at it back and forth as a sort of reunion 🎀🌝

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🐇 | Unnamed (Habit x Reader x Evan) | ON HOLD

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . | ■□□□□ 20%

── .✦. | Anon Request: Bro… you should try evanxhabit… n have habit be like venom in his head…

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🍭 | Cotton Candy Heart (Clown Springtrap x Reader) | | ON HOLD

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . | ■■□□□ 40%

── .✦. | You thought your husband was dead, but after you get ghosted on a date to the carnival you find you are sorely mistaken.

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── .✦. Drafts list has been updated! I had an influx of requests lol!!! I'm sorry if I've missed anyone's request, but I think I've put all of them on here. ^w^ Thank you!!

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Hi hi ^^ may I ask for a Stu Macher x fem!reader where she draws all over his arms then they make out and maybe a little more? :D

if you take this thank you have a good day ^^

If not thank you still for reading this and have a good day :D

ִֶָ☾. - [|✧ Paint Me Yours ✧|] (Stu Macher x Reader)

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┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Word Count: 1.4k // Summary: Drawing on Stu's arms leads to a little more one night.

┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ |A/N: Absolutely!!! And I hope you have a good day too!!! This is so freakin cute. I tried to keep it fluffy and lighthearted, so more fluff than smut. ^w^ This is set sometime after Casey breaks up with him and just a smidge after Maureen dies.

┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ |Rating: NSFW // Content Warnings: Brief Mention of Blood.

┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Tags: Oneshot, Fluff, AFAB Reader, Clothed Sex, Grinding, Make-Outs, Praise Kink, Inexperienced!Reader, Stu Being A Little Bit of Psychopath But It's Subtle & No Beta We Die Like The Scream Franchise.

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You were the artsy type, doodling on your homework or notebooks with pen, scribbling on the bathroom stall walls or napkins at restaurants. You kept stacks of sketchbooks on your desk at home and stray pages of unfinished drawings shoved in your backpack. Stu had always thought it was cute, but you thought he was picking on you when he would tear your little drawings off of your homework or transfer them onto tape and plaster them in his own personal journal.

After his ex-girlfriend, Casey, broke up with him, he’d been hanging around you more and more, inviting you over for movie nights, following you around from class to class when Billy was busy.

“Hey, why don’t you draw on me? Like the stuff you draw in your sketchbooks and stuff.” He offered casually during one class period. When he saw your eyes light up with the idea of a new canvas, he smiled and offered up his arms. It was a habit now; he would let you hang over his arm, using a fine-tip Sharpie or marker to doodle designs on his biceps and forearms. Flowers, foods, shapes, words, whatever crossed your mind in whatever color you liked. He didn’t bother wiping them off for a long time, and he didn’t bother to hide them either.

After getting a bit tipsy at his house one night, you were sitting in his lap, sunk down into the couch cushions as the rough seam of his jeans pressed against your core. You brushed a fresh drawing onto his bicep with a marker, a mix of roses and bleeding hearts, with a ‘father death’ mask centered among them, intricate lines trailing down his forearms. Your head was resting on his shoulder as you were coloring it in. It had been his request this time, to your delight.

A cheesy horror movie was playing in the background, a bowl of buttered popcorn, and a few empty beer bottles on the coffee table.

“Looks great, babe,” he murmured into your ear, petting your sides, before pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek, his hands sliding down to your thighs. You could smell cheap beer on his breath, mingling with the smell of a certain musk from his skin. His lips drifted down your cheek, and you paused, moving your marker away for a second. He reached up, gripping your chin with one hand and turning you to face him directly. His eyes were half-lidded, a spark of mischief swimming in the depths of his light blue eyes.

“Lemme thank you properly…” He added with a smirk, leaning forward suddenly and pressing a playful yet clumsy kiss to your lips. His tongue pressed at the seam of your lips, he tasted like. You made a muffled sound of surprise, but he took the opportunity quickly and wriggled his tongue past your lips. He ran the flat of his tongue along the tips of your teeth, his hand dropping down from your chin to squeeze your thighs through the fabric of your sweatpants. You dropped the marker you’d had in your hands somewhere against the couch as he pressed forward, urging you to reciprocate.

You got a little handsy with him in return, your hands slipping underneath his sweater to grope at his chest. You both finally parted for air, your lips red and puffy and a string of saliva connecting you. His face was red, but he had a toothy grin. He was quick to help you work off your sweatpants until they were discarded to the side of the couch, leaving you clad in only your underwear. He grabbed your hips and forced you down. You panted as he deliberately rolled his hips against yours, drawing a light moan from your lips when he found a sweet spot that rubbed the seam of his jeans perfectly against your clit.

“Fuck, baby, you gonna let me fuck you?” he asked in a breathy murmur against your ear. “C’mon baby, tell me you want it…”

Your face flushed red, and it suddenly hit you that maybe things were going too fast. The thought freaked you out. Casey had only broken up with him a few weeks ago- you didn’t want to just be rebound sex for him.

“I— I’m not ready-” You stammered out, and Stu paused, his hands stilling on your body as he processed your words. For a brief moment, frustration flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a calculating look—part disappointment and part understanding —before it smoothed out into an almost practiced, neutral look.

“Aww, hey… It’s cool,” he replied, his tone carefully controlled despite the tension in his jaw. “We don’t gotta rush into anything, you know?” Stu let his hands drift back up to your hips, somewhere neutral. But his pupils were still dilated with desire.

“We can just… chill, watch some movies… Maybe make out a little more, if you want.” He almost looked like a kicked puppy, his gaze drifting awkwardly to the side as a pout settled on his face. It made you cringe in discomfort.

“No, I just uhm… We can just…” You were embarrassed, your muscles tensing and your face getting even hotter than before— god, you just wanted to crawl into a hole right now.

“We can keep going, I just… I don’t wanna go all the way,” you admitted.

A wolfish grin spread across his face as he planted his hands back down against your thighs. “We can do that, baby; we don’t have to do anything you're not ready for,” he cooed, his hands already rubbing at your thighs again, trying to get you to warm back up to his touch, to relax.

You nodded and swallowed as he adjusted your position, slotting you against him, where he had a better angle to roll his hips against yours.

You took a shuddering breath, and it seemed to stroke his ego, considering he did it again, but firmer, more confident now that he had so much control over you. You could feel every inch of his erection bulging through his jeans.

You squirmed in his lap, giving an experimental roll of your hips against his.“That’s it, baby, find what feels good.” His voice was thick with lust as he watched you struggle to find what felt good. You finally ground down against him, and he groaned at the friction, leaning back into the couch cushions. “Fuuucckk…” he moaned, his hips bucking up to meet yours.

He ducked his head down to your neck, unceremoniously sucking hickeys onto your skin. You could feel your own wetness soaking through your underwear now, leaving a damp spot against Stu’s jeans. Your thighs began to clench— you couldn’t believe you were already so close to an orgasm just from grinding against him, but it just felt perfect. Your body fit against his perfectly, and he never stopped sucking hickeys up your neck as he bucked his hips up to meet yours.

Your release hit hard and fast, radiating from your spine to your thighs, causing you to tremble. He got a little rougher with you, jerking you down against him by your thighs as he buried his face in your shoulder, chasing his own release. But he came in his own pants shortly after with a groan against your neck and a squeeze to your thighs again.

You took a few minutes to recover, panting as you lay limp against him. For the time that you lay against him, your eyes began to wander until you got a mischievous idea when you spotted the marker you’d had in your hand earlier, discarded between the couch cushions. You snatched the marker from across the couch. You had a cheeky smile on your face as you quickly doodled a heart on his skin, above the waistband of his jeans. Stu yelped and almost immediately sat up. “I just gave you the ride of your life, and you start bullying me-” He whined, feigning hurt.

“C’mon…“ You huffed and playfully shoved at his chest.

“Ugh… now I want another beer…” he continued to whine, and you rolled your eyes; no wonder Billy constantly looked so annoyed with him. He was dramatic, but he was lucky that you thought it was cute.

“I’ll go grab us a couple more then,” you said, sliding off him as he lounged on the couch, making your way over to the door to the garage. You didn’t think anything of it as you padded over and down the hall until you pushed open the door. You froze at the top of the steps when you saw a pile of bloody clothes in a heap on the concrete floor.

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Can you show the updated WIP/Draft lists please :3

Absolutely!!!! 💜✨ Here’s the link:

【 ✧ Current W.I.P/Drafts List ✧ 】

For reference: I try to update this post as I get new requests and every time I post. (Which is usually when I get an influx of new requests lol). Also, if you’ve recently requested something Bunny!Hybrid Reader related and it’s not on this list, please keep in mind that I’m compiling all of those requests together, they are also in my drafts so I can link a related work to them once it’s finished. ^w^

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ugh, thinking about Habit ruining me completely, saying shit like "stupid bunny, you already finished" in the most condescending way as I rut against him anyway -♤

Hi again!! And omgsh I loved this idea!! I wrote it and combined it with a similar request from a mutual: 💜✨

࣪ ִֶָ☾. - [|✧ Malicious Compliance ✧|] (HABIT x Reader)

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AUGHH Habit and edging. The only thing thats been on my mind these past few days, I know he'd be so so mean about it too dude, most definitely having us wrecked and sobbing. (HOTT) who said that...

࣪ ִֶָ☾. - [|✧ Malicious Compliance ✧|] (HABIT x Reader) Drabble

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┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Word Count: 0.9K // Summary: Habit's doesn't like letting you have anything you like for free, it all comes with a pretty cost.

┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | A/N: Must’ve been the wind- But hell yes, this fucker is mean as hell lmao. Why is he so sexy, but so mean, so unfair. I got another ask similar to this and it fired the neurons in my brain, so I combined them. So behold: Malicious Compliance Habit ™️ ✨. I hope you like this!!!

┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Rating: NSFW // Content Warnings: N/A

┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Tags: Oneshot, AFAB Reader, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Wet & Messy, Over-stimulation & No Beta We Die Like Jeff.

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You were soaked with sweat, panting and drooling against the bedsheets, leaving wet puddle stains on the fabric as you white-knuckle gripped the sheets. He had been pounding you into the mattress for almost an hour, he let you cum once— then never again. Instead, he was dragging it painfully out, bringing you to the edge of an orgasm, only to pull out and leave you aching with want, walls clenching around nothing.

You sobbed when he stopped yet again, wiggling your hips against him to try and milk away some sort of friction out of him, but he held your hips firm, denying you pleasure right at the precipice of your release as he completely pulled out of you. He pinched your inner thigh, causing you to jerk harshly and whip your head over your shoulder. You had frustrated tears in your eyes, silently pleading with him.

“You look so fucking adorable, Bunny…” He sighed, leaning against your back, his breath prickling the hairs on the back of your neck. “You want more? You want me?” He cooed, dragging the tip of his leaking cock through your dripping folds, before roughly grinding against your clit, causing you to spasm against him again, choking on your own saliva. You hastily nodded, sniffling as you buried your head back into the pillows.

“Then be good and say please, hm?” He growled as he yanked your hips up, exposing your sex to his hungry gaze as he nudged your thighs a little further apart. He wanted you to beg for him, to plead with him to give you exactly what you wanted, and you were inclined to oblige.

You swallowed, trying to straighten your thoughts just enough to stammer out a sentence. “P-please— I need it, I need you—“ you whimpered into the pillows.

He cruelly leaned back, his middle and index fingers rubbing at the slick between your reddened folds. “Need what?” He punctuated his sentence with a dull thrust of his fingers, enjoying the way your walls spasmed around them. You were so overstimulated, yet still completely needy for his touch.

“N-need you to make me cum—“ you gasped, arching against the curl of his fingers. It was too much and not enough all the same time.

"Stupid Bunny, you already finished once…. You gonna be greedy?” He mocked, the corners of his mouth quirking into a smug grin. You nodded again, unable to hide the needy little smile spreading across your face.

“Whatever you want, Bunny,” he said with a breathy laugh, shoving you up roughly until your shoulders and cheek bumped the headboard. Your chest was cushioned with the pillows you had previously been drooling against. He grabbed your hips with bruising strength, his warm fingers digging into the fat of them. You were so wet it was almost obscene. He slid into you with barely any resistance, thrusting forward and spearing you on his cock. He groaned as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you, your slick heat enveloping him.

He slammed upward and into you with a sharp, punishing thrust, forcing a breathless whimper from you. He watched with predatory satisfaction  as your expression flickered between pleasure and the sheer overwhelming sensation of him filling you completely. His sweat-slicked chest pressed flush against your back, fitting almost seamlessly against you, the hard planes of his muscles compressed between the two of you. He adored the way you felt under him, soft, yielding, and completely and utterly trapped against him. It got him hard again, and you could feel his cock swelling up again inside of you.

He pulled out slightly, and you braced yourself as he slammed right back into you. His pace was fast, rough, and completely unyielding as you gasped and moaned, punishing you for your greediness. Each thrust hit that sweet spot deep inside of you, grinding against your cervix and making your thighs writhe from the pleasure-pain and the strain. He didn't stop, thrusting into you again and again, until you were practically seeing stars, the wonderful sensation of a tight heat curling up deep in your abdomen. The slap of wet skin on skin reaching your ears as you mewled, the force of his thrust shoving the headboard back, banging it against the wall.

When you finally reached your climax, it was completely cathartic, downright blissful. You let out a visceral moan that you couldn’t hold back, a white-hot searing sensation crawling up your spine as your vision damn near went black. But he just kept going, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own pleasure. How he could go on this long was something you could barely understand, especially when you were already wrecked and exhausted.

He groaned as he rode out his own orgasm, his hips jerking harshly against you as his weight settled more heavily over your back. His cock throbbed as he emptied himself into you, but you could barely feel him inside of you anymore, let alone his cum dripping down your thighs. Your entire lower half was almost detached from the rest of your body, prickling from overuse. By the end of it all, your body was completely limp and aching, slick with sweat that soaked the bedsheets. Habit only looked cocky, pressing a messy kiss to your cheek. “You made such a mess…” He teased, you whined at him, shoving at his face.

“Your fault…” You mumbled back at him.

“Yeah, but you loved every fuckin’ second of it, didn’t you?” He laughed, leaning down again to latch onto a sensitive spot of your neck, sucking a dark purple hickey into your skin.

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Join us in July for Darth Maul Appreciation Week, a time to celebrate our favourite not-quite-Sith-Lord! Starting on the fifth of July and ending on the twelfth, a variety of prompts will be given to inspire your Maul-centered fanworks. If you choose to participate, post your contribution on the day of and tag us @maul-appreciation-week so we can reblog your work or add your fics to the MaulApprecation2026 collection on AO3.

What’s allowed:

SFW or NSFW

Canon compliant, Legends, or AU

Physical or digital media

Fanart

Fanfiction

Edits or fan videos

Meta or headcanons

Playlists

Gifsets

Moodboards or collages

Cosplay

Reposting/reblogging your old fanworks that fit the prompts

Any and all ships (or non-romantic relationships)

Anything else your two Zabrak hearts desire!

What’s not allowed:

Being mean to other fans :(

Late submissions are also allowed, so don’t worry if you can’t get things in right on time. Better late than never! If you have any questions, don’t be afraid to send an ask our way. We hope to see you in July!

Prompts:

1 (5 July) - piercings // chains

2 (6 July) - nightmare // Holocron

3 (7 July) - Mandalore // oversized hoodie

4 (8 July) - pretty in pink // wounded

5 (9 July) - rainstorm // Crimson Dawn

6 (10 July) - chastise // enemies to lovers

7 (11 July) - leather gloves // Jedi Maul

8 (12 July) - you should see me in a crown // prosthetic

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ִֶָ☾. - [|✧ If It Bleeds ✧|] (Maul x Reader)

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┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Word Count: 2.7k // Summary: Bleeding your kyber crystals and the aftermath from Maul's perspective.

┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | A/N: The transition to the dark side is no joke and I sort of believe that Kyber crystal bleeding has to be a deeply emotional process. I do hope if Devon falls to the dark side we get to see a bit about lightsaber bleeding (and not the crap we got in the Acolyte. TwT) We’ve gotten to see Jedi apprentices being trained in the light millions of times, even had a million and one redemption arcs from Barriss to Ventress!!! Let one semi-traditional Sith apprentice survive, goddamn. The Jedi have a future, but there can’t be Jedi without Sith. We need to even the tide here. Also, I left the readers kyber crystal color up to interpretation!! But personally, I’m a big fan of purple. ^w^

┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Rating: SFW // Content Warnings: N/A

┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Tags: Oneshot, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Kyber-Crystal Bleeding, AFAB Reader, Dyad Shenanigans, Canon-Divergent, Dual POV, Second Person POV (Reader) to Third Person POV (Maul), Mish-Mash of Canon & Legends (because canon is lame sometimes), Mentions of "Wrath of Darth Maul", Savage Lives AU, Mandalore Era & No Beta We Die Like Half the Cast.

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You were kneeling down in the dark, cradling small glowing kyber crystals in your hands. They were cool against your bare palms, like icicles that never melted. You were connected to the tiny things. You could hear them whispering, hear the light, enchanted humming calling to you like a siren’s song, like the first time you found them in the ice caves of Ilum.

Maul was also kneeling down in front of you, his leather-gloved hands cradling yours. He knew what was to come, and he was guiding you through it, a comforting shroud as you let every single negative emotion well up within you like a tempest, building until your chest felt tight and your eyes stung.

The crystals pulsed weakly in your palms, and you mourned, mourned who you used to be, the quiet life you used to live. You missed the days of wandering, of hunting the strings that connected you to the dark, of destroying Sith artifacts that no one else could. It had been solitary work, but peaceful, methodical, a challenge and a trial every day. Yet now, you called upon those strings again, to guide you deeper down this pit you had fallen into. You were no stranger to shadow, to the dark side, but for all these years, you had resisted the temptation of it, always toeing the line and bordering a point between light and dark.

But now, you were giving in.

You were giving in to all of those terrible feelings, and all you felt was blinding hot white rage; the empire had taken everything from you. Your home, your family, your entire life, it had all slipped through your fingers so fast you’d barely had time to process it. You’d barely managed to scrape by and survive, only for the force to guide you to Maul.

Your crystal crackled against your fingers, fighting you viciously, pressing against your mind. Flashes of memory filtered through your mind, of good things, of the days you spent in the creche, of battles won through patience, all the joy and fulfillment you had felt serving the Jedi, the people you had grown to love and care for. Your duty had been to protect and now…

What would your master think of you now? You wondered in your head. Knowing what you were willingly giving into, knowing the desperate choice you were making.

“Don’t let up; it will fight you. Don’t let it win,” Maul murmured to you, sensing your brief hesitation, a growl in his voice as his fingers curled tighter around your hands.

And so, you fought the crystals, pushing and pushing— until something cracked and shattered like glass. You let out a guttural, choked scream, squeezing and pouring every ounce of hate you had left in your heart, every grievance, every time you felt alone, abandoned, cast aside in favor of another. Grief, it was all-consuming grief and anger that finally did you in, your shoulders slumping and your body doubling over, curling in around your kyber crystals.

A bright flash of light swallowed the room, engulfing your vision despite the fact that you had squeezed your eyes shut in the chaos of it all. You heard Maul’s breath hitch, and you felt an unsettling sensation wash over you.

When you opened your eyes, it almost looked like the crystals were smoldering in your hands. All of the color seeped from them, bleeding into a deep, viscous red until they were throbbing, yet solid. The crystals weren’t fighting back anymore; instead, it felt as if they were mourning too. Now beating with new life, with the same thicker, darker energy that had been dwelling in your heart, encapsulated in such a small form.

You were heaving by the end of it, fingers trembling. Your crystals were no longer cool against your hand; instead, they were achingly warm. They no longer hummed; instead, they screamed in pure grief, as if they were in agony. Like you, these crystals would never be the same, forever changed and irreversibly altered. You had harmed and corrupted something sacred, and the thought greatly unsettled you. Before you could even realize it, you felt tears dripping down your cheeks. You sobbed, salty tears dripping onto the crystals still clutched tightly in your hands.

Maul finally shifted, cupping your hands together in his own and pressing them to your chest as he dragged you forward onto his lap and into his arms. You trembled in his arms at first, listening to the eerie cries of your kyber crystals echoing through your mind. Was all of this really worth it? You wondered. You had corrupted this last small piece of you, completely ruined the last bit of light you had been clinging to in an effort to adapt to your new circumstances, to adapt to Maul.

It was a necessary evil, he would say.

“This will pass. It will wash over you, and you will hone this hate and anger into a weapon against those who wronged you.” He soothed, his voice low against your ear as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, rocking you back and forth gently as you struggled to breathe, clutching tightly at the fabric of his robes. You didn’t want him to let you go; you wouldn’t be able to bear it in a state like this.

“You will not fail. You will have your revenge,” He murmured, but the words were deaf to your ears. Maul had damaged you, seduced you with promises of sweet revenge and the ineffable power to carry it out, then dragged you down to the depths of his own corruption. But at the same time, he had built you back up, swept up the shards that remained of you, and forged them into something sharper, molding you in his image.

Somehow, you still loved him for it.

He had held you together by sheer will, refused to let you break beyond his tedious repair. Even after harsh training that left you bruised and bleeding, after scathing remarks meant to break you down, after excruciating. needling, constant pain, all meant to innately connect you to the dark side. He would hold you in his arms, praise you for your strength, your bravery, the wonderful weapon you were becoming. He would ensure your wounds were mended, that no unnecessary damage or defilement came to you, that no permanent markings were left upon your skin unless you chose it.

He claimed that this all had a grand, glorious purpose, that the actions you made now were a necessary evil to defeat the Empire. You didn’t believe him, even if the lie was honeyed and sweet, luring you into false security. In the aftermath of it all, you felt your bond was stronger, your heart racing against his own dual hearts, as he rubbed soothing circles over your spine.

You could feel him more keenly than before; you had finally crossed the line you had been edging for so long, and the connection between the two of you was clearer than ever before. You could feel it in him: the feeling of pride, of changing you in such an irreversible way, and then something much deeper, much further down the depths of the psyche.

He didn’t feel alone anymore.

Despite it all, the feeling made you feel that maybe there was worth to this entire endeavor, that at the very least, you had cemented yourself at his side. You had given him hope in a way that, for once in his life, someone would stay with him, not out of duty or requirement, but out of genuine want.

You were falling further and further into him, but you couldn’t see yourself anywhere else but here.

With him, always.

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When you fell asleep in his arms, Maul sighed, rolling his shoulders back, his muscles tense and sore from holding you so tight, simply to keep you from shaking. He rose from the ground, keeping you firmly in his arms, one arm under your thighs that were now wrapped around his waist, while his fingers were spread out against your spine, holding up your back as you were nestled into his neck.

He carried you out of the room, navigating through the darkened halls of the palace. He brought you to his own bedroom; you had your own, of course, nearby, but more often than nought you simply slept next to him anyway. He entered the room as soundlessly as he could, aside from the light whoosh of the metal doors opening and shutting behind him.

He tugged the pair of bled crystals out of your hands before tucking you into the silken bedsheets. He turned away from you and toward the moonlit, arched window. Looking down at the glowing red crystals in his gloved hands, he felt a twisted sense of pride in corrupting the innocence and kindness you once possessed— now turned into complete grief and anger.

You were almost unrecognizable now, maybe not in appearance or demeanor, but in the force that surrounded you. Like your crystals, the pure color had been bled from you and siphoned into a new part of a bigger machine. The gentle light that had once followed your every step was gone, replaced with a mourning veil that lingered like smoke. The pure agony of your grief, of the life taken from you, outweighed any sense of hatred or anger you could feel, but it was enough for you to fall.

It was only then, maybe, he decided, that he felt a pang of guilt.

He had once held the warm, purifying glow of your light in his hands, the compassion and gentle nature you once possessed, all encompassing, until he made sure it was snuffed out by his own hand. He had never laid a hand on you, never forced you onto this path, but he had also assisted you every step of the way, guided you further and further, deeper into the dark until you were drowning in it, helpless.

Only then did he give you the tools to rise again on your own two feet.

His feelings on the topic were deep, yet internally conflicted. The force had called him to you, bonded him to you inexplicably over a very great distance. He felt that it was no coincidence, something of fate, you were meant to fall to the dark, to him. But you still felt so out of his reach like this, when the light still clung to you in little ways, in the way you cared for him, for others close to you, in the honor and grace you still possessed. The light was trying to guide you back home.

Away from him.

Maybe it was wrong, but he needed you in this way. At his side, dependent on him, willing to allow him to drag you to the depths of any abyss in exchange for only the promise of his word and the reassurance that he needed you just as much.

But yet, he knew as much as he was to cling to you that you would be ripped away like most things in his life. He was hesitant to attach himself to you, when everything he ever got close to was mercilessly burned.

He liked you.

He had realized some time ago now, but hadn’t dared to confront the feeling head-on yet. The affection he felt for you wasn’t very subtle anymore, not just something he could chalk up to misplaced feelings of protectiveness or happenstance. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt a feeling like this, at least not since Savage.

He didn’t want to see you crumble into ash.

His clenched hand dropped to his side, and he turned back to the bed, chancing a glance at your sleeping form, before pacing over to the other side of it. He debated placing your crystals in his bedside drawer to return to you in the morning for a moment, but he found he wasn’t quite ready to relinquish them.

He watched for a few moments, then he carefully lay down on his side next to you, trying his best not to jostle you and wake you. He watched your subtle breaths as your chest rose and fell; your face was still tearstained, but your expression was delicately peaceful. He sighed, his eyes half-lidded while he held your kyber crystals in one hand, the other reaching over to you. His fingertips brushed against your warm skin, his thumb petting over your cheek tenderly as he drank in every minute detail of your face. How lucky, he thought, that the force would bring you to him in this way.

“Oh, poor Maul, all he ever wanted was a friend.” The lecherous voice crept into his thoughts, completely unwanted and unwarranted. He hissed quietly as his fingers flinched away from your skin as if he were burned, jerking his hand back to his chest, his hand clenching into a tight fist.

He swallowed and rolled over onto his back, his nose scrunching as he stared at the ceiling above instead. From failure after failure in finding an apprentice— an equal. He had found you. And in some way, you adored him, even if he had trouble comprehending why sometimes. But passion was a fundamental of the Sith, he supposed, and it was something you possessed, even if that passion seemed only reserved for him. He could hear your unfiltered thoughts regarding him, and it drove him mad sometimes. It was… flattering, sometimes, but he couldn’t help the way he pushed you away.

There was a lingering feeling that one day you might feel the call to the light again, that you might chase it and leave him behind. But he resolved then and there that he wouldn’t allow it, that he would do everything in his power to keep you where you belonged.

With him.

In his arms.

At his side.

Sharing his thoughts, his mind, his body, all with you.

Only you.

The very idea was an intoxicating fantasy he hadn’t stopped thinking about since he met you, since the force called him to you.

If Maul had learned anything from Sidious, it was that for the simple pleasure of ensuring your loyalty, there were certain lines he would never cross with you.

When he first found you, hidden away from inquisitors and the meddling of the empire, he had initially presented himself to you on neutral ground, offered you aid when you were injured, extended every courtesy toward you— and to his surprise, you had taken it well despite your initial wariness.

He knew you needed to have hate in your heart in order to truly be immersed in the dark, but he had a revelation that the hate you needed needn’t be directed toward him. You could hate the Empire, his business associates, and everything else, just not him. You could be angry with him all you liked, too, feel enough rage to wish to claw his eyes out if you wanted, anger was temporary— hate was not.

He had hated his master with his entire being, almost painfully so, and he still did. But out of all the things for you to hate, Maul didn’t want it to be him. He had decided shortly after he received you that he would try something different; he wanted you loyal, he wanted you strong, he wanted your trust, and above all, he desired your affections, your love in the purest form he could manage.

He had spent years of his life lamenting in a cold, metal room, raised in cruelty and brutalized— then used as a tool and discarded as one. In his entire life, no one had ever shown him affection like this, and he had barely ever reciprocated. He had come close, a time or two. But never so strongly like this, never to the point that he could feel such an overwhelming connection across the galaxy.

He was determined to ensure that he would never feel the gaping ache of being alone again. Never feel as if he were alone in the galaxy, waiting for someone like you, he realized.

He had an epiphany that night, lying next to you while you slept so soundly.

He loved you more than he would ever be able to express.

And he would give anything, do anything, to keep you at his side.

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hiya! can you write like.. a kinda fluffy fic with HABIT regarding Valentines Day, since its coming up fairly soon? love ur work, ive been binge reading most of the day lol!!

࣪ ִֶָ☾. - [|✧ Be Mine ✧|] (HABIT x Reader) Drabble

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┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Word Count: 0.9K // Summary: A complete summary of maybe the weirdest date of your life.

┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | A/N: Happy Belated Valentine's Anon! Spending it with my fifteen fictional husbands this year lmao. I already had this planned when you requested it!!! Sadly plenty of complications hit afterward, chalking it up to author’s curse lol. I was thinking about Red Flags by Tom Cardy the entire time I wrote this. It's not fully fledged out, so I apologize for the quality. TwT

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You squirmed in your seat, tugging the hem of your dress down your thighs a bit as your date across from you, unashamedly staring at you through his eyelashes, hands folded underneath his chin, and a sharp grin on his face.

Evan was... strange, to say the least.

You met him by chance when you stayed late at the gym one evening. He was sweet, quirky, and a bit of a health freak. He gave off golden retriever energy, and he was almost flustered when you started talking to him. So when he asked for your phone number and asked you on a date, you jumped at the chance.

But now that he was on a date with you, you were completely and utterly creeped out. Everything about him screamed uncanny valley or serial killer waiting to catch you off guard.

You were almost half sure that he might murder you by the end of the night, but at the same time, he was hot. Really, hot, so for every reason against the gods or your own self-preservation, you were entertaining the ordeal.

The first thing you noticed when he showed up was that he hadn’t bothered to dress up at all, in ripped jeans and a flannel with dark stains on the edge of his sleeves— and had he always had such dark blue eyes? They almost bordered on purple. Not to mention he smelled like mildew and wet dog, it wasn’t even raining, but it was the first strike on your list of red flags.

Secondly, he showed up late with a bouquet of dark red roses, wilted, red roses to be precise, and practically shoved them into your lap. Which made you cringe when you found ants clinging to the petals— not a good sign.

Then, finally, to the point you were at now, you were sitting across from him, watching him tear into an oozing, bloody steak. Your stomach churned a little. There was nothing wrong with the steak being a little bloody, but what he ordered was basically raw. ‘Blue Rare,’ you think he said. You scrunched your nose a little, trying not to focus on it too much. He didn't have any qualms at all, cutting into the steak as you cringed, trying to focus on your own order of alfredo pasta, picking at it with your fork.

Whether this date would be worth it or not remained to be seen.

“So… uhm, what do you do for work?” You asked sweetly, trying to coax him into light conversation, pushing around the pasta on your plate. It was almost eerie, sitting in a secluded corner, only dim candlelight lighting the table and the chandelier off to the side.

“I do contracting,” his eyes shifted from side to side as he said it, which made you raise an eyebrow.

“What kind?” You asked tentatively, still trying to drag any sort of personable conversation from him.

“…Private security,” He mused, but the smirk he gave you in return sent shivers down your spine.

“…Okay…” You muttered back, glancing back down at your plate. Awkward silence settled between the two of you, or at least on your end, he seemed perfectly content tearing into his damn near raw steak. Like an animal.

You leaned back in your chair, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap, debating whether or not you should flag down a waiter for the check so you could run.

“You um… like knives?” You asked warily, pointing out the knife holstered to his hip.

His eyes lit up a bit, his grin spreading a little wider. “Yeah, I do. I’m a collector.”

Maybe he was just odd then, you thought, as he almost adoringly described what model knife he was carrying— and then about a few that he had back home. You wondered if you were overthinking this. Sure, he had some odd behavior, but maybe he had done a few things right. He pulled your chair out for you, brought flowers (even if you were almost positive he had stolen them from a grave on the way here), and at the very least, he had been sweet enough to foot the bill early on during the date. He was a gym-freak, maybe the steak thing was similar to eating raw eggs for protein, it was still gross, of course, but gave you a perfectly rational reason to reconsider whether or not this date was a bad idea.

You spent a little while chatting after that. He had macabre interests, but he was much more personable when he was talking about them. He was… sweet, in a way. Charming when he sleazily complimented your outfit and how you cleaned up for the date, then asked a few questions about your background- where you lived, your first nightmare as a child, and your first pet, or if you’d ever had one.

It wasn’t until the end of the date that he reached across the table, putting his hand over yours and giving you probably the most charming smile, when he leaned forward and whispered to you.

“You know… This was nice. How about another date? Your pick,” He offered lowly, eyes glinting in the dim light.

You hesitantly accepted, and all you knew was that when you walked home that night, after thanking him for dinner, you were keenly aware of the eyes following you from somewhere in the dark.

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So neat that you got to 1K!!! And so many good prompts, it’s almost hard to pick just one! You are such a good writer and it’s nice to see you getting recognition for it. ^w^

But here’s a request based off the prompts list: Prompt 14, Pre-Phantom Menace Era, Darth Maul x AFAB!Reader.

Well wishes! - 💜🎱✨

A/N: thank you for the kind words!! 🤩 and YEEOUCH! star-crossed with Pre-TPM maul is like... ultimate doom and despair 💔 definitely not a relationship for the faint of heart, that's for damn sure 😭

Prompt 14.) Character and Reader, star-crossed lovers, meet in secret.

content: 18+, afab!reader (can be read as gn! tbh), angst, established relationship, maul is hardcore sith in this but he never says the word, almost break up, impending sense of doom

word count: 2,039

bad moon rising | darth maul x reader

The chrono clicks above your head, each second as unrelenting as the next. Your palms are sweaty from clenching your hands into fists, so you force yourself to open them, pressing them flat against your thighs. Somehow, your apartment doesn't feel like yours, and everything feels foreign. A crash from somewhere out in the city makes you jump. Glaring lights and neon signs from adjacent skyscrapers are interrupted by passing airspeeders, tossing multicolored silhouettes on your quaint walls.

He should have been here by now. He said he'd arrive before midnight, and now it's a quarter past one. You've been up since he notified you on the secure comm. A day and a half ago. You'd barely been able to eat.

The doorbell chimes, and you lurch at the sound. As if possessed, you race to your front door like its the light at the end of the tunnel. There's the deadbolt you unlock with shaking fingers, the chain you slide to open and let dangle like a shimmering metal tail. It takes everything in your power to still your pounding heart. You throw open the door, revealing a cloaked, dark figure.

Eyes like twin flames meet yours.

"Maul!" You gasp, throwing your arms around his shoulders and into the tightest hug you can muster. He breathes your name in an exhale, his arms wrapping just as tight around you, the black fabric of his cloak falling around you like a shade. Immediately, you feel at home. You dig your face into the crook of the Zabrak's muscled neck, the rough material of his hood somewhat scratchy. He smells like cedar and the nighttime air of Coruscant, an artificial, metallic scent that can linger on anyone outside long enough.

"I apologize for being late." He rumbles into your hair, tenderly kissing the crown of your head. When Maul pulls back ever so slightly to rest his strong hands on the curve of your hips, you're able to see his face up close and notice his weary disposition. His work— Whatever it is— must be pulling him thin in all directions. But he offers you a smile, small but meaningful, and it is as warm as the sun.

"It's okay. You're here now." You reply with ease, returning his smile, and kissing him when he leans in. His lips mold to yours, his mouth hot and passionate as he greedily gulps down your soft whimpers, tongue sliding against yours. Maul steps into your apartment, all but walking you with him as he deepens the kiss, and the door shuts autonomously after him. For a wonderful amount of time, Maul and you simply enjoy each other, relishing in the mutual warmth of your bodies, hands gripping wherever they wander. It'd been too long since you'd last seen your lover in person, too long since he's held you firm by the waist. Maul lifts one gloved hand, gliding it up your heaving sternum, your neck, until he cups your jaw.

"Your heart is racing." He purrs after he breaks the kiss, and you'd normally be reduced to a flushed mess after he ravishes you, but his words lack their usual bite. More so, past the relief and adoration you see in his tired eyes, there is a distant, permeating pain. The warm contentment that had bloomed inside you starts to fade as doubt takes its place.

"I was worried." You confess, feeling your heart sink into your gut as the sad look grows more significant. Maul's small smile slips from his face like sand being blown in the wind, his dark tattoos making his deep frown more prominent. His hand still cradles your face, so you lean into his touch and he hums in appreciation. Still, it doesn't seem like its enough.

"You needn't worry for me, my dear." Maul's response is oddly morose, which only adds to the sick sensation in your core. His thumb glides over your kiss swollen lips before he swoops in for another, this time tender but brief. It feels like the kisses he'd give you before leaving for a long stretch of time, distinctly like a Goodbye.

"You're worth worrying for." It's meant to tease, meant to uplift, but unfortunately only seems to upset Maul further. He pulls away from you almost entirely, tethered only by his hand that clasps your wrist. You allow him to guide you to your couch, and you sink into the plush cushion when he bids you to do so. Maul remains standing tall and stiff, a pillar of shadow against the window of your balcony doors.

On any other night, you'd find his presence equal parts imposing and intriguing: Maul is nothing if not a mystery only you were permitted to solve. However, tonight feels different. Things have been different. It was only a matter of time, you think bracing yourself for the bad moon to rise.

"These dalliances—" He begins, and you just know what he's going to say. To spare yourself any more heartache, you muster up what's left of your shaky fortitude to interrupt immediately, even if your eyes sting and your voice trembles.

"If you've come to break up with me: Just leave." Maul almost flinches at the sorrow in your words, his upper lip twitching before he shakes his head.

"No— No!" Maul's indignation is quick, a bolt of hot fury dissipating his somber mood long enough to make him appear more normal. He crosses the living room in few long strides until he's dropped to his knees before you, nestled between your thighs. The Zabrak finally tosses his hood from his head, his crown of horns glinting in the lights from outside. He looks less dour with his crimson face fully exposed, and his eyes wide and glowing faintly in the dark.

"I do not seek to forsake our relationship." Maul says hastily, taking your hands in his again, raising them to his lips to kiss your knuckles. He continues, red and black lips hovering over your hands, "You misunderstand. I... I need to tell you something of utmost importance."

"What?" You croak, trying to blink back the tears that have gathered at the edges of your eyes. Again, Maul's expression becomes closed off, soured. He clenches his eyes shut and curses, then opens them again, his amber eyed stare faraway.

"I have not been entirely honest with you." He says slowly, after a stint of internal deliberation, and at the spark of worry and skip of your heart, he reaches up to cradle your face again. His gaze pierces yours with a decidedness reflected in his tone. Maul's touch is slow and thoughtful, his warm fingertips skimming your cheek like he would fine china.

"Oh, Maul..." You rue, wanting to shake your head of all the possibilities, wishing it to be something easy to swallow, and you look away. Maul turns your face back to him, watching vibrant colors from neon signs paint the mournful look on your face into something beautiful.

"I cannot stay long. I leave for Naboo in mere hours." Maul whispers, his thumb smoothing back and forth across the soft skin of your cheek. You swallow at the intense look that turns his expression, dread sitting heavy in your belly like a stone. The Zabrak's next words are brisk, like he recoils from a poison as he spits, "And it is for wretched business, my love."

"Tell me." You demand, "Tell me, Maul."

Maul is silent, emotions you have no words for playing openly across his face. He opens his mouth, then shuts it again, and the tortured look in his fiery eyes is as alarming as the shudder that possesses his entire body. Part of you wonders what could possibly unsettle him so, but the other part of you has an inkling. More than once he has returned to you battered and bloodied, incensed with the fury of a madman. Those days, deep down, he frightened you. It forced you to acknowledge that long-hilted lightsaber on his hip.

Tonight, the acknowledgement is laid bare.

"I will not lie to you, my love." Maul's voice drops to a low whisper, "It is to kill the Queen."

Oh. All the air is stolen from your lungs in an instant. A coldness wraps around your heart, confirming many of the thoughts you've ignored for so long. The man you've let into your heart morphs from the single dimension you know him in, and suddenly Maul— whose eyes pierce with their sheer resolve— is not as he seemed to be. You wonder about the promises he'd made to you; the home he wished to build with you, the children he sought to have. You wonder how many he's killed and will kill to ensure that future.

"Why?" You ask shakily, though not jumping when Maul suddenly seizes your hands in his. His stare is profound, unrelenting like he looks straight into your soul and then some. Maul is normally very serious, but this is a level near grave. Lights from outside oscillate between blue and red, and in the intermittent darkness, his eyes flash.

"Control." He growls, emphasizing by squeezing your hands, the leather of his gloves squeaking, "The galaxy is lawless, unruly. Too many planets and their systems do as they please, allowing dissent and piracy. Unchecked. Chaotic."

Maul's eyes are somehow both wild and focused, and he seems almost frantic, like you're a fretting bird he's caught in his grasp. He smiles, a humorless laugh passing his lips in an exhale. It looks like a strange excitement. You've never seen him like this.

"Please understand that what we do is for the best. The Republic has lost all credibility, the Senate is weak, and in the shadows my Mast—" Maul cuts off his own words, silencing himself to a jarring degree. Aside from the city noises and your own heartbeat, the silence is deafening. Maul stands, looking down at you with that unrecognizable emotion again.

Who are you, Maul?

A soft ping. Maul fishes his comm device from his cloak, expression steeling as reads the notification of whoever is contacting him. Like he has before when he's gotten this call, he pulls so abruptly from you its as if you've burned him. In long strides, he steps out onto your balcony, but even with his back to you, you can see the harsh blue of a holo projection peek around his shoulders. Whoever he speaks to seems to be synoptic, as the conversation only lasts mere seconds and Maul makes his way back inside. Just as the glass door slides closed behind him, you stand. The two of you stare at each other.

"I do this for you. Everything is for you." Maul murmurs, extending a palm to you. As you had early, your body moves on its own volition, each step drawing you like a magnetic pull to the Zabrak. When you take his hand— warm and chivalrous— you understand. With you, he can afford to be the person he can't in any other context. Maul brings you in close, his forehead touching yours as his lips pause just before yours, hesitant. You answer him with a kiss, eyelashes fluttering shut as his mouth devours you. Parting from him to catch your breath feels like surfacing from an ocean.

Maul unfurls himself from you, setting his shoulders as he straightens up, becoming that unflappable, poised man again. The sickness in your core hasn't gone, but has dwindled to an ache you can ignore. Though, maybe you've been ignorant for too long. Maul dips his head to you, parting slowly, finger by finger. You can't help but feel he is gone in more ways than one.

"I will return." Maul calls from in front of the doorway, throwing his hood over his head once again. You nod, a silent Okay. He returns it with a small, sad smile that is masked with shadow. Neither of you necessarily believe him.

He pivots on his heel, cloak fluttering, and just before the door closes on him, a beam of headlights from an airspeeder crosses the width of the room, unimpeded as it bisects Maul at the waist as a thin, blue line.

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This was so good!!!! The angst was so solid omg! 💜 ^w^ have to repost this because shdjdkdkdkdi. So happy! ✨

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I GET SO EXCITED WHENEVER I SEE A NOTIFICATION FROM U YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDDDD ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 thank you sm for the meal we’re eating good tonite 🥹

Thank you so much!!! TwT I get really excited when I hear from people like you who enjoy my writing. It genuinely makes me feel so happy. I’m so glad you liked it!!! I have a few more things coming this week now that I’ve got a lot of time to write! I hope you’ll like them too! 💜✨

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heya! I read all your HABIT/Evan stuff and I'm absolutely in loveeee ^^ could you do habit x hyena hybrid reader? W/ the ears, tail, same teeth and spots random places? :3 maybe something with fluff or smut, or both, you choose hehe

࣪ ִֶָ☾. - [|✧ Pack Bonding ✧|] (Hybrid!HABIT x Hyena!Hybrid Reader) Drabble

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┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | A/N: Thank you! Your request is granted!!! This is such a cute concept! Since I couldn’t choose, you are getting a little amalgamation of both! A little spice and a little sweetness.

┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Rating: SFW // Content Warnings: N/A

┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Tags: Oneshot, AFAB Reader, Fluff, A Little Bit of Spice, Extremely Mild Bloodplay & No Beta We Die Like Jeff.

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You were lounging on the bed, back to the door, your tail flicking from side to side as you scrolled through social media on your phone, tapping to read something every so often. It wasn’t all bad being a house pet; you were mostly free to do as you pleased, with the exception of leaving the house. Maybe the collar he had stuck onto you was a bit of a pain, but it was barely noticeable when you were preoccupied.

Habit had a certain appreciation for you, maybe for your uniqueness; it wasn’t every iteration that a hybrid like you came along. So, he didn’t particularly bother to hide his truer form from you, his own tail and ears full on display when he was around you, his pincers hidden underneath his shirts.

He came up behind you, flopping down on top of you and caging you in his arms, bulging forearms wrapped around your neck.

“Watcha doin’?” He cooed, mockery oozing from his tone. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes in exasperation. He seemed to be in a pleasant mood for once, so you tilted your phone screen to him so he could see what you were reading.

He glanced over your shoulder to peer at what you were reading, before simply snickering and burying his face in your neck.

You continued to read while he petted the small, soft patches of fur at your neck, blending into your hair, and each of the little dark spots that faded into your skin. Your tail wagged a little, hips squirming as he petted you; you weren’t exactly above this particular brand of affection from him.

Suddenly, he nipped at your neck, drawing blood and startling a laugh out of you. You growled playfully back at him, elbowing his side just hard enough to make him shift off of you. He winced theatrically, pretending to rub a bruise on his chest before grinning and leaning closer again.

In a playful gesture, you bit back at his cheek, leaving a small, barely noticeable, but still bleeding mark. But he only shook his head with a grimace, but couldn't help but smile at your mischievous expression.

“Rabid fuckin' thing...” He said, half-jokingly, as he playfully tugged at the collar around your neck. You knew it was a game, a way for him to assert his dominance, but you also enjoyed the thrill of it. He gently guided you onto his lap, your thighs straddling his hips, and you felt his erection through the fabric of his jeans. You licked at the little bit of blood on your lips, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Ahhh, I forgive you,” he said, his voice filled with affection. His tail was wagging as he dragged you down with him, wrestling you down with him as you lightly laughed, claws digging into his shoulders.

“But you’re gonna regret that,” he muttered low into your ear, sensing a thrill through your body as his hands found your hips and locked you against him.

Today would be a good day.

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HIHIII(^-^)/

I hope your doing well!!! I have arrived with another song rec ofc ^^

Evan needs more love and attention uahghg, and recently ive had this song stuck in my head n I think it really gives evan x reader vibes xd

"I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family

I’ve actually never heard this song before! >:O

And yeah, the lyrics really scream Evan to me too. TwT

“I was sleeping and right in the middle of a good dream, Like all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain”

Like right off the bat it reminds me of his sleep study videos at the beginning of the series. And:

“This morning I woke up with this feeling, I didn't know how to deal with and so I just decided to myself, I'd hide it to myself and never talk about it”

This part aughhhhhh so much angst potential. I hope you know I’m slowly banking all your song recs so I can use them for fics. X3 But damn, yeah there so many Habit fics but none of Evan! It’s a shame.

And I’m doing well!!! Just busy, more time for schooling and work and less time for smut and fanfics sadly. Break time should be coming up so I’ll have a bit more time to indulge. I hope you’re doing good as well, I’m still enjoying your art and fics!!!

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࣪ ִֶָ☾. - [|✧ Crimson Waters ✧|] (Maul x Reader)

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┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Word Count: 1.5k // Summary: Maul's palpable stress leads you to a bath with him.

┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | A/N: I'm trying to find my creative rhythm again, I feel like a lot of what I write feels objective now, not very symbolic or as 'flowery' as I'd like. So bear with me while I try to find my voice again. Also, EP 8 - 10 fucking killed me, so give me 4 - 5 business days to recover lmfao.

┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Rating: SFW // Content Warnings: A little bit of blood.

┕━ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Tags: Oneshot, Slight Angst, AFAB Reader, Dyad Shenanigans, Fluff (to heal my soul after episode 8), Domestic Fluff, Casual Intimacy, Chronic Neck Pain, Canon-Divergent, Feral & Savage Live AU, Mandalore Era & No Beta We Die Like Half the Cast.

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Sparkling moonlight filtered through the tall latticed windows, bathing the halls in iridescent light. You could feel him from across the palace, his slow, steady breaths, the gentle laps of water brushing against his shoulders. You followed the sensation like a string, pulling it taut and letting it guide you to him.

The doors to your shared private chambers slid open as you strode inside, kicking off your rugged boots and socks at the door and placing them neatly against the wall. You ran your fingers through your hair as you wandered fully into your bedroom, glancing over to the right.

He hadn’t bothered to shut the door to the bath, and you could smell something akin to amber and spice lingering in the air, soothing you. It was an open invitation that you accepted eagerly; you missed him dearly, even though you slept in the same bed and brushed against his presence in the halls; it wasn't enough. You needed to see him, to feel him, to fill the ravenous, empty pit that you felt when your other half wasn't around.

You peered into the bathroom, your fingers curled around the rough metal door frame. The entire room was covered from floor to ceiling in glossy black marble tile, a large, deep tub in the center of the room, and a tall, tinted window behind it that overlooked the courtyards below. It was elegant, ornate, and distinctly regal; never in your life could you have imagined residing in a place like this, with creature comforts that had never been afforded to either you or Maul. You were sitting in the pinnacle of luxury now, and you could've never dreamed of it.

Maul was sitting in the pristine porcelain tub, his eyes closed and his body fully submerged up to the bridge of his nose, the water still enough that his reflection was clear against it. His coloring noticeably stood out against the muted colors of the room, blood-red skin harshly contrasting against the ceramic. You waited for a moment, not quite entering his space, instead lingering right at the edge of it, almost toeing at the edge of his perception, waiting for permission.

You could hear the rasp of his voice curling into your mind like fog, then piercing through your thoughts as clear as a sharp-edged dagger.

“Enter.”

You didn’t wait, padding into the room, bare feet against the cool tile.

You shed your garments into a small pile on the damp marble floor, stretching your arms above your head as your gaze shifted over to the tub where he was sitting. He didn't move, didn't even bristle as you straddled the edge of the tub, carefully dipping your toes in. The water was lukewarm now, but soap suds still clung to the thin surface like film. You sank down into the water until it encompassed your shoulders, careful not to disturb him too much. When you settled in between his legs, the metal of his calves brushing against your thighs as you sat on your knees, the water steadying, he opened his eyes.

“It’s late.”

“We barely see each other during the day anymore.” You murmured back, running your fingers through your hair. His eyes almost seemed to glow, reflecting the minimal light in the room.

“I wanted to see you,” you added, leaning forward slightly. His gaze flickered, his shoulders tensed, his eyes narrowed. As gentle as your tone was, he still seemed to believe you were scolding him.

“It has not been by choice.” He replied briskly, a tinge of disappointment coloring the echo of his voice.

“I know.” You reassured.

His tattoos almost seemed to glisten in the low light, a thin sheen of water clinging to his skin and dripping off his shoulders in rivulets as he slowly sat up with a sigh, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck, cracking his neck from side to side and rolling his shoulders. His muscular build blocked the moonlight cascading from the window behind him, casting a looming shadow over you.

“…Let me help you,” you gently offered, reaching out to him with one hand, fingertips brushing over the skin of his arm.

He was stiff and weary in a way that felt like his bones were aching from the inside out, emanating to you through your inexplicable bond. He let out a huff of air, scowling as your fingers grazed along his bicep.

“I’ll be fine.” He muttered, brushing you off gently, tugging your hand away from his arm before he simply glanced away, his hand falling back to his side as hurt flickered across your features. He was being resistant again, pushing you away when it was clear he was in pain. You frowned, scrunching your nose. You couldn’t push him far, but you knew how to drag him right back to you.

“Don’t push me away.” You leaned forward again, whispering into his ear, soft, pleading. You reach back out to him, dragging your nails up his chest before resting your hands firmly on his shoulders. He tensed on instinct, but slowly eased into your ministrations as the pads of your fingers prodded for the tight muscles of his shoulders. He leaned into it, even as your fingers inched up his neck, still rubbing deep, soothing circles into tight muscles and taut tendons.

His breathing grew heavier, quickened at the sensation, and you swore you could feel his skin heating up against your skin.

You prodded gently at the barriers he kept tightly wound over his mind, guarding himself. He was hesitant, but gave you reluctant entrance. Sheer stress oozed into your skin from his, dripping into your thoughts as you closed your eyes, navigating the familiar sense of darkness that connected you. On the surface level, hiding his truer thoughts was unbidden memories of years of training and war- the acrid tang of blood, smoke, and anything raw and unsavory filling your senses and taste. It was simply a mask, an obstacle that you dipped around. Because below it at all, in the depths, behind the layers and barriers, was more of his core, his worries, his stressors.

The stressors of training his brothers and the Empire’s forces slowly closing in on Mandalore were prominent. Then you felt…  fear, pure creeping fear. Fear for your safety, fear for the safety of his brothers. Fear that all led right back to the root.

Sidious.

All encompassing, encroaching on his thoughts like a nightmare that neither of you could seem to truly run away from. You grimaced at the mere thought, but you knew how his mind went in circles. From the root of the past, to the present, to the endless future, constantly and without end. Sometimes you felt like your head might explode, sharing a mind with him like this when he was so deeply afraid.

But you gently coaxed him forward, until you were pressed chest to chest, damp skin squishing together, your hands drifting down to glide over the ridges of his spine. Maul’s apprehension was palpable, his fingers twitching below the water. You took each pulsing memory, each distressing, paranoid thought, and began to unravel them like a rusted, tangled chain. It was a gift, to have his trust in this way, to be entrusted with something so fragile as his very thoughts. He was so prone to shattering like glass, only to meld back together by the fires of his rage as something messy and new. But each time you were there, to bear witness to the change, to watch him rise and inevitably fall again. But each time you were there to pick the pieces of him back up again, to shelter him until he could recover.

“Things will be on our terms this time.” You whispered to him. Desire simmered in his gaze and drifted freely through your thoughts. It wrapped around you both, steady and certain. Forehead to forehead, his lips mere inches from yours. For a moment, the world narrowed to just this—just him. Your breath mingled in the narrow space, warm and unsteady. Neither of you dared to move, savoring the fragile moment and too scared to break the fragile moment.

“…Thank you.” He mumbled, calloused thumbs rubbing circles into your hips beneath the surface of the water. The words sounded rough, dragged out of him against his pride, yet there was something distinctly vulnerable about it, something carefully unguarded. But it meant everything to you. You returned the affection in kind, your hands drifting up to rub at the base of his horns. A low growl rumbled from his chest, but you didn’t mind. He was relaxed now, as much as he could bring himself to be.

Your nails dug into his back as he pressed messy kisses along the curve of your neck. He grabbed you more firmly by the hips, dragging you forward until you were sitting on his thighs. His teeth bared, blood beading up from the wound and dripping into the water below. He lapped up the remnants from your sin before muttering into your ear, mirroring your statement.

“Things will be different this time.” He echoed it softly, a vow meant only for you.

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🐇 | Cry Me a River Part 3 (Habit x Reader) | IN PROGRESS

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . | ■■□□□ 40%

── .✦. | Anon Request: (Cut Down Slightly.) This takes place probably a few months after reader hears HABIT’s confession before she dozed off to sleep. So reader is basically minding her own business, HABIT allows for her to be outside and reader is slowly but carefully accepting HABIT. And then the operator shows up and does his static thingy and she ends up in the candleverse and tries to hurt her. And then HABIT shows up in his TRUE FORM (yes ik 🥹⭐️) and saves her. And then that moment where she sees his true form is basically like a bonding moment and the reader truly comes to see how true his words were (from second part of cry me a river) and then they go back to normal universe and from than on HABIT becomes more comfortable with her.

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🐇 | Unnamed (Habit x Reader x Evan) | IN PROGRESS

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── .✦. | Anon Request: Bro… you should try evanxhabit… n have habit be like venom in his head…

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💜 | Be Mine (Habit x Reader) | ON HOLD

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── .✦. | Anon Request: hiya! can you write like.. a kinda fluffy fic with HABIT regarding Valentines Day, since its coming up fairly soon? love ur work, ive been binge reading most of the day lol!!

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🐾 | Unnamed (Habit x Hyena-Hybrid!Reader) | ON HOLD

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── .✦. | Anon Request: and I'm absolutely in loveeee ^^ could you do habit x hyena hybrid reader? W/ the ears, tail, same teeth and spots random places? :3 maybe something with fluff or smut, or both, you choose hehe

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🐇 | Unnamed (Habit x Reader) | ON HOLD

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── .✦. | Anon Request: AUGHH Habit and edging. The only thing thats been on my mind these past few days, I know he'd be so so mean about it too dude, most definitely having us wrecked and sobbing. (HOTT) who said that...

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── .✦. | Anon Request: More bunny!hybrid!reader x habit pls shvdhfejcd

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HIIIIIIIIII back with another HABIT request! 😁

I’ve had this idea for a while but have never seen any other writer do it. And the way you perfectly portray Habit is so perfect! So I was thinking that the reader and Firebrand are friends and without HABIT’s permission he travels back in time with her (cause yk how Firebrand time travels back in time to like help Noah or like gain info and what not) so he takes her to Germany in the 1940s, and maybe this could be during the events of Sebastian’s journal if you ever read it, if not that’s perfectly fine and you can make up whatever timeline they go back to (Also I just want to note that I do not support Nazism at all I promise to you, I am just proposing this idea because I think it would be cool and I’ll tell you why) so like it’s pretty obvious if one knows HABIT that he has a lot of past vessels, and like cause the reader is aware of the fact that he used to have past vessels but it’s still weird to her cause she’s so used to seeing him in Evan all the time. Especially cause since HABIT’s a demon I feel like he would know she’s automatically his mate even if she’s from a different timeline. But yeah that’s my idea but feel free to do whatever you want with it lol

Again I will say this I DO NOT SUPPORT NAZISM AND I DEFINITELY DO NOT SUPPORT ADAM ROSNER AT ALL. I just like Tribetwelve and HABIT and I would really like to see something different other than the same Vessel reader always sees HABIT in. Especially because when they come back I know that HABIT will be pissed off Firebrand could have put her in danger but yeah 🥹

Hey again! I took a little bit of time thinking about this request and sadly I think I’m going to decline this one. :(

I’m not very good at writing historical pieces past like, the nineties, not even historical-adjacent stuff. And I’m not really experienced in writing Firebrand/Noah, I’ve watched a good chunk of Tribe Twelve and read the lore but I never particularly got a good feel for his character.

This is a really neat ask! But I don’t think I’m very equipped to do it justice. TwT I really liked the idea of writing something where Habit’s in a more unfamiliar vessel and sort of scares or maybe surprises Reader with it. But ahhhhh I’m not sure I’d be very good at writing the rest of it.