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── .✦ hi, i'm z | he/him • nine-teen • satoru's boyfie, leon's baby, habit's bunny
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habit fucks like an animal n he reminds you daily (ftm! reader :3) slight freeuse implied, masc and fem terms used for readers genitalia. usual habit behavior
maybe you're at the kitchen counter, attempting to forage some food for yourself in the frankly, hellish home habit lives in. maybe you're still in bed- his bed- or nest, considering how messy it consistently is. either way, he finds you. maybe it's after a killing, or he's just bored and hungry. best case, evan's body is finally starting to shut itself down from lack of sleep, and he's trying to get out any last bursts of energy before he hibernates on top of you.
he's almost soft at first, the moment of contact between the tips of his fingers and the skin under your shirt. you only have that fleeting second to cling to before his nails dig at the suppleness of your flesh, jagged and sharp from how much he's dragged then against just about every surface, including yourself. they'll find themselves at the waistband of your sweatpants, testing at the elastic with a few harsh pulls. don't complain too loud about it- he'll gladly break it just to see you in less clothes.
in the end, you'll always find yourself on the mattress of his aforementioned bed, the frame squealing under the sudden drop. in that same mess of pillows and blankets, you'll be writhing underneath him, having to adjust to the sudden darkness that habit keeps his room in.
"be a good fucking rabbit, yeah?" he'll goad, forcing your legs apart and rubbing half-interested at the damp fabric between your legs, whether it's sweat or arousal.
Habit putting you in a headlock. Send tweet.
yeah
HABIT HABIT HABIT HABIT AND HABIT
habit with reader who knows he stalks them and they play into it. knowing he follows them home and leaving the door unlocked.. getting changed in front of windows purposefully.. leaving laundry out to dry within his reach. is this maybe a continuation of my anons about reader who plays into the prey role... maybe. i just like the idea of a reader whose intelligent enough to know who/what habit is, what he's done, and yet still enjoy the game of it all... it's so tasty
Ohhh Habit’s acting like you have zero clue. He’s allowed to be a little less careless in his stalking—He trails a little too close, is a little too loud in your house while you're sleeping. Stuff that would make any normal person fearful and install security cameras.
Not that he hasn’t done that for you. There’s at least one pinhole camera in every room, save for your bedroom and closet, which have several facing all directions.
And, really, you’re just so nice. Leaving everything unlocked and leftovers in the fridge for him—Sliding your window open after changing in front of the parted curtains and sleeping with no underwear on like you want him to do this. Habit’s taking his favourite pair that you so nicely always leave on the line and returning them soiled and sticky, if they’re returned at all.
I’m also thinking about Habit with someone who’s really into the occult and has researched what he is. There’s no way he’s not teasing you, calling you a super fan. Though he’d get jealous upon finding out you’re learning about other demons, and not just him.
The king of “Why read a book when you can just ask me?” knowing damn well that he’s exaggerating and embellishing all his lore.
Habit come home.... You ate the kids but I miss you
Have you ever thought of making other resident evil characters t4t with reader? Like chris or something, just curious, BTW LOVE the leon series :)
i would so be down to do other t4t characters!!! im not super confident in writing chris but i would sooooo be able to try!! i love all the resident evil men equally and i will trans any of their genders. especially karl or wesker. but yes!! please don't be afraid to request other characters!!!! i've played (nearly) every resident evil game, so i have a good understanding.
You made transmasc reader content. Therefore I am forever in your debt. I would kill for you. /silly
of course ( ̄^ ̄)ゞ always here to serve the people
your ftm leon drabbles & hcs have inspired me in ways that i can't even imagine. i wanna say thank you from the bottom of my heart as a yearning tboy that your writing is DELICIOUS. i'm talking finger licking good. kfc secret recipe type shit. THANK YOU. you're an oasis in a sahara <33
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thank you!!! i hope to continue to spread the joys of t4t fics... theres so few good ones. also???!@:@?? first emoji anon??? squeals.
Imma need more of older Leon tman x reader tboy…
combining this plus another ask abt scissoring with t4t leon!! masculine and feminine terms used for leon and readers genitalia
the further you and leon get into dating, the more bold he gets with his ideas. although he always is careful when bringing new things into the bedroom, sort of circling around the idea until you notice he wants something. it's almost doglike in behavior, with a noticable glint in his eyes once you're able to pinpoint what he wants.
unless you aren't able to read him, then he's just going to have to do what he hates (voice his own needs). he'll do it in a messy makeout session, where you're already pinned underneath him, head pressed into the plush of your pillows, his hands roving over your arms. he tenses a bit before striking, sort of like a snake before his hands roll down to your hips. one squeeze and he moves further down, forcing your legs apart in his grip.
throughout the years of all the different holsters and belts leon's had to quickly put on and off, he's gotten a talent for undressing you and himself in record time. this skill is shown best in times like these, where he's desperate to see you in the way he's been fantasizing about for days, weeks, and probably months.
the scruff of his beard brushes over your forehead as he positions himself above you, your own pants long gone, boxers thrown to the wind. leon tugged his down enough, his cock already swollen between his folds, a mess of dark pubic hair framing it like a work of art. there's a shimmering layer of arousal over it all, and maybe some sweat too. before too much drool can collect in the back of your mouth, he's slotting himself between your legs, taking one of your own legs to put under his own, his muscles tense as he poses you just how he envisioned.
"good. yes- just like that. good boy." he'll praise, a sweet gruffness in the back of his throat, maybe even a voice crack hitting when he finally slots his cunt against yours.
he rolls his hips once, twice, thrice- and soon you stop counting, his dick pressing against your own, his hips bucking at the sensation, the closeness of it all. he can feel your hole clench with each thrust, feel you get wetter under him, a series of choked moans and whines leaving you.
it's nearly musical, the pace leon takes with you, pressing himself closer and closer, his form overtaking your own. not often does he use his size against you like this, bullying his way so you're right where he needs.
his nose wrinkles as he focuses, the wetness between your cunts mixing, a slick noise echoing through the room, "fuck. c'mon. are you close, hun?"
he doesn't look up to check his answer, but he does speed up, bucking his hips as if he was in heat. an excitement buries deep in his bones, seeing your own cock twitch and harden just like his, even moreso if it's smaller than his own, a sick sort of pride in his chest when he wins his mental dick measuring competition.
even after you cum, he keeps going. the slicker you get, the easier it gets for his cock to slide against your hole, nearly popping inside. the euphoria of fucking you stupid with his own dick has leon on cloud 9. most likely, you'll be stuck here for the next few hours.
a/n - might put a small break on other leon fics... i've had emh mindrot for a while n wanna write some habit or something... or maybe something with gojo.... ugh so many thoughts.
﹗What a Shock
If you've used a muzzle, what's stopping you from something more extreme?
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𓏲ꪆ Fair warning for knife play/blood play, shock collars, and being overall NSFW. The muzzle makes a very small return... I WILL get back to posting full fics in maybe a week?? Two at the most. I'm in the middle of moving right now, so I haven't had much time to write anything besides these short things!! Said shock so much it's no longer a real word fml.
Habit talks a lot of shit. This isn’t breaking news—Or hardly news at all. Insult after vulgar insult, taunt after crude taunt. He’s rarely quiet.
If your original body couldn’t speak, you’d be talking a lot, too.
Or, that’s at least what Habit told you one night after going on several tangents about how historians got it all wrong, and how they should be asking him how it really went down.
redownloaded rdr2. arthur morgan im coming home
happy monday
where is his alpha awooo