Weird friendship with best friend!Evan. It’s full of tension and unspoken feelings for each other. Movie night. You’re on your period. He has his hand on your lower tummy. Movie ends and Vinny and Jeff go back home. You get up to go to the bathroom to change. The string of your tampon breaks. You panic and you try to get it out. Nothing works. You go to Evan, begging him to help you.
BOOM you’re in the bathroom, sitting on the counter. Evan is on his knees, face right in front of your cunt. He’s digging in there, half joking. He’s hard as fuck. He fingers you to get the tampon out. You’re panicked but it feels good.
Then he manages to get it out. All good. You’re sweaty. He’s sweaty. You look at each other and he’s still on his knees. The tension is HIGH AS HELL. He glances at your cunt again. The leg on his shoulder nudges him closer.
He is eating the kitty.
im writing this. tomorrow night. goodnight. im putting a claim on this thought.
The atmosphere was awkward; Evan seemed confused by everything you told him—how you met Habit, why Habit didn’t eat or torture you, your relationship with Habit, and why the hell you two were in a relationship. It’s clear that Evan was disturbed by you, but at the same time, he understood why Habit had decided to let you live. You were incredible, intelligent, and you were Evan's type (and Habit’s, if he even has one).
But setting aside the compliments about you, Evan was more bewildered than usual and to him, you were crazy for being in love with a psychopath.
— So, you’re in a relationship with that damn demon? — Evan bit his lips until they were red and chafed ever since he heard your story about Habit.
— I think that’s the clearest and quickest way to describe it —
The brown-haired exhaled deeply.
— I find that funny — Evan said, looking at you as you played with your fingers.
— What? —
— In a way, you like me too. Mostly physically, but you like me anyway — he laughed, a flirty grin appearing on his face.
— Maybe you’re right —
Throughout the afternoon, you two managed to form a friendship; you connected over so many things—music, comics, pop culture, and even a little flirting. Evan was a good man and his personality made him even more attractive; maybe you liked Evan more than Habit.
Night fell, and you knew that once you both went to sleep, Habit would return.
— It makes me a little sad that you won’t be back for a while — you said so sweetly that Evan could only smile.
— I’m going to try to negotiate with that purple rabbit — he laughed. — You’ll see me tomorrow but with a different attitude —
— Your evil version — you laughed.
— Ultra-evil —
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When you woke up, you just felt arms hugging you tightly, your back pressed against the other person’s chest.
— Evan? — Your voice was hoarse, and you could barely open your eyes.
A chuckle, distinctive for its distortion—it was Habit.
— So you like Evan more huh? — His voice was hoarse too and tinged with mockery — I’ll consider bringing him around more in the future —
The first time Evan appeared was when Habit decided to take a nap because Evan’s body was begging him to keep functioning, and he didn’t realize that Evan had managed to regain control.
When he opened his eyes, Evan was confused; his room was the same, but many things were different. He sat up quickly, on high alert, when he began to hear footsteps near the door.
Everything fell silent as the lock clicked open, and from behind the door came a soft, concerned voice.
— Habit? — Evan felt his heart stop for a few seconds.
— Habit, are you awake? — A figure slowly pushed the door open to reveal itself.
Evan was astonished that someone wasn’t looking for him, but for Habit—the very demon who had tortured and killed his friends, the one behind humanity’s most atrocious acts. Habit.
— Who are you? —
— What are you talking about? — A soft chuckle escaped. — Did you have a bad dream? —
Evan was alarmed when he saw you approach.
— I don’t know who you are and I’m not Habit —
The room fell silent. Evan’s breathing grew heavier and your eyes revealed how you were piecing everything together. Habit had told you about Evan, but he had assured you that Evan wouldn’t be able to regain control of his body and mind.
— Why the hell would you be looking for that fucker so carefully? — Evan’s eyes filled with tears of helplessness.
— Evan — His name slipped out of your mouth.
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lazy to write rn a whole ass fanfic but i wanted to share my idea with the class 🤓
✦’’~ Habit Headcannon's: Unforgivably Jealous (Fem!Reader x JealousBf!Habit)
"I'm the only one he gets to have you.."
He may not get it. But it feels all the more real when he watches you talk with anyone but him.
Content warning!!: sexual content, and very red flag behaviour/killing someone below. Viewer discretion advised!
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Doesn't call it jealousy. If he ever admits to feeling this way because of you, he'll be admitting to being less the 'Mankinds Bad Habit' and being more mortal than he wants to ever be.
But it's very obvious that he doesnt feel normal about you. He's protective, obsessive and utterly disgusting about you.
Hates when you talk with anyone else. But, if he brings it up? It's not every going to be well communicated. No. He's yelling, threatening any party involved. And if you don't listen. Someone's dying.
Stalks you. If your allowed out, he'll be a 24/7 hidden camera to watch you. Memorize every damn spot they touch you, so that he can replace them with him.
If you invite a friend over, ever. Or he finds out your texting them, talking to them over the phone. On site that fuckers getting stabbed.
Will leave bruises in obvious spaces on your neck, or your legs, branding you as his. So you'll either have to show them off. Or cover up. Either way he'll love it because if they got less to see, they'll back off. But if everyone sees them, he'll stand their proudly hand on your waist as smug as ever.
If your talking with anyone, he'll stand beside you, glaring into their very soul. If you'd let him he'd go as far as fucking you infront of them if that meant to prove a point and make them screw off.
He's not up to share you, not even if they're your friends. Everyone's competition in his eyes. Convincing him otherwise will not be easy. Or possible.
When you're not around, like you walk away to grab something in another room, or anywhere where he can still see you. He'll make comments about you. To make sure it's very..very obvious that you two are together.
“you ask a lotta questions about her… you trying to replace me or just curious how I do it better?”
And or something like,
“you can look, I guess. Just don’t get confused about who they go home with.”
But then sometimes, if you come back befkre hes done "kindly" speaking with them, he'll grab your waist again and hold you flush to his side and say,
“nah, she's good. She kept me up half the night, didn’t you?”
And if you get embarrassed, question him. He'll act almost innocent because if anything, he wants you to react.
“what? i’m just talking.”
“don’t look at me like that. They asked.”
“You gonna correct me, or…?”
Of course, if they still push after that? Still try. It's their fault for whatever happeneds next, not his.
Will watch the news casually as if he didn't cause the most recent distress of another killing. But he'll wait. Wait until you walk onto the room, to make coffee or something he'll be like:
"Hey- come check this out, is that your friend?"
"Huh?" And then you'll walk over to see that a body was discovered nearby, one that was your friend. "Oh- my..god"
And as your sobbing he'll grab your wrist from where he stands, turn you easily around and hug you, your head tucked under his chin. All while he watches the news smirking.
"There, there. Let's just be glad your safe. The world's been so dangerous lately.."
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ : Inspired by the movie “Obsession.” You come across the famous One Wish Willow. Would you make a wish or do you think one of the guys would make a wish?
Content: Toxicity, possession, manipulation, dependency, etc. You know the drill. I know Bear is the villain and Nikki is a victim of an insecure man. I understood the movie correctly, guys !!
⋮ T. Rogers, T. Wright & B. Thomas.
T. Rogers
Toby would make the wish.
Knowing a little about his instability and the disorders he suffers from, he’d want you to be just as dependent on him as he is on you. I think he wouldn’t be so afraid of your terrifying behavior because he’s already used to seeing weird stuff every day; maybe he’d start to get alarmed if you began to endanger other people’s lives or your own.
This man has lost his social life, and people think you’re having a psychotic episode or a toxic breakdown.
— Honey, you don’t have to react like that when I talk to Natalie — Toby said, holding you as you cried frantically.
— I feel like you don’t love me the way you once loved her! —
Toby sighed as he hugged you tighter, whispering in your ear how madly in love he was with you.
T. Wright
You made the wish.
To be exact, we know Tim’s personality well, and we know he’s not a man who particularly enjoys physical contact or intense displays of affection. He’s afraid of hurting people because of his indifference, but he also doesn’t want to hurt himself when he develops feelings for someone only to later destroy that trust because he’s under Slenderman’s control.
So, when you made the wish for Tim to become more affectionate toward you, it was like giving him another personality on top of Masky. Tim was aware that his actions weren’t his own, but they weren’t Masky’s either. He just felt an uncomfortably intense sensation toward you.
— Tim, what are you doing in the corner? — you asked from the darkness of your room.
Tim just stared deeply at you, and in the silence, you could hear his breathing.
— Tim… —
He began walking toward you in an inhuman and strange way, scaring you and making you step back. When you finally saw his face, he started laughing right in your face, telling you it was a joke.
What the fuck was that.
B. Thomas
Brian would make the wish.
I love that we all agree Hoodie is a professional stalker and is openly proud of it. He’d wish for you to be crazy about him because he loves the intensity and playing with you because of it. He likes having a little fan following him around, and it would boost his self-confidence a bit, but once you start acting strangely and erratically, the whole game he enjoyed playing would stop being his favorite.
He saw you kill one of his friends because she was acting too “friendly” toward him and he was left with the image of her face destroyed by you, because of your erratic jealousy.
He couldn’t do anything on his own because you wanted to be by his side.
— Honey, I’m going on a mission — Brian exclaimed as he grabbed the keys to his truck.
— I don’t want you to go. Tim and Toby can handle the mission on their own — you smiled calmly.
— I know but I have to go because the operator asked me to. I won’t be long —
When Brian turned toward the door, a somewhat chilling scene awaited him. The door was completely covered in tape—lines of gray tape that looked hard to remove.
— I love you so much, my love — you said, standing up to hug him, but Brian just gave you a quick hug and a kiss.
— I love you more, sweetheart — Brian bit his lip and turned away to open the door with a nervous urgency.
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I wanted to create more scenes with other characters but I ran out of banner images :((
Tags: Very mildly NSFW, oral fixation, Mentions of public masturbation, Evan wants that cookie BAD.
⭑ Okay so. This is really short, kinda bad, and ends REALLY abruptly but I wanted to post at least something. Random waves of inspiration are the only thing keeping me going. More Evan is to be had but (probably) NOT before I finish my current Habit WIP.
Evan has a major oral fixation.
He chews on the caps of pens and the erasers of pencils. Plastic straws, ice chips, maybe the lip of a styrofoam cup stolen from Vinny’s house. Even his fingers are subjected to being gnawed on when nothing else is available.
It's really a mindless habit. Something he doesn't even notice he does until you point it out.
And when you do, Evan feels like it gets 10 times worse.
He’s not sure if it’s because the behaviour is now conscious, or if it’s because the fixation shifts entirely onto you.
Not like it wasn’t before, don’t get him wrong. Every time you’re sitting across from him, or really in any spot where he can stare at your lips, he starts absentmindedly chewing on his own. To mirror you, or maybe to try and guess the taste of your chapstick. How the balm would smear against his own lips.
But now, it’s borderline uncontrollable.
To make things worse, Evan thinks you know.
Because, when have you ever been one to chew on pen caps or popsicle sticks? That’s his thing. You do it with your chapstick, too. You apply it way more often now, always in a heavier coat and pop your lips together afterwards.
Evan tries not to think about how many flavours you have, and how he’d let you use him as a taste tester for all of them.
A little while ago—Evan can’t even remember, that’s how distracted he was—You walked out of a vintage candy store with a huge pack of pixy stix. Enough to feed a family of seven, he’s pretty sure Vinny said, if they all don’t drop dead before that.
You smiled, and tore into the packaging with no hesitation.
Evan will never, and he means never ever forget how you ripped open the little sugar stick with your teeth. Some of it spilt out onto your bottom lip only to be immediately licked up, and after your seventh stick of the night, you stuck out your blue-stained tongue to Evan. Afterwards, he had to rub one out in Vinny’s car. His cum is still smeared into the back of the driver’s seat. That’s something he’s decided to take to the grave.
Evan’s also always been a touchy-feely person. Respectfully, of course, regardless of the person. Except when with you, which he thinks about when lying in bed.
A few days ago, everyone went down to the lake. It was a last-minute decision kind of thing as summer was about to come to a close. You were sitting next to him on the least-broken picnic table, pushed into Evan’s side and cheek smushed into his shoulder. He vividly remembers the smell of your lake-water seeped hair, and your pretty smile before you bit him.
Not hard. Just on his shoulder, but it was a first. He yelped and playfully pushed you away, only to keep you from seeing (or feeling) the near immediate hard-on he got.
Getting hard over the memory of biting one of your best friends isn’t exactly awe-inspiring. The next day, Evan had trouble meeting your eyes, but definitely not your lips. Not the way you kept darting your tongue out to re-wet them. Forgot your chapstick, you said. Evan knew that was a lie, considering you had five in your bag at all times.
Maybe Evan’s just a pervert. He sure feels that way now, thinking about biting along your chest or licking up against your neck. Sucking hickeys into your thighs, forcing your fingers down his throat as you grind against him—
“Evan? Hello?” You say, and Evan blinks back.
Jesus, right. You’re just trying to play Left 4 Dead 2, and here he is, trying not to get another boner. “Right—Yeah, what’s up?” Evan runs a hand through his hair, if only to try and snap himself out of whatever he’s got going on.
You snicker, “Your controller’s dead.” You hurl the piece of black plastic at him, landing with a thump on his thigh.
“Right. I’ll go get some batteries.”
It takes Evan a little over six minutes to return. When you ask, because of course you do, he says he had to look around for them. Something about no one puts the batteries in the right place, and how Alex is probably to blame.
Not that he had to go fuck his hand in the bathroom, imagining that it was yours instead.
Yeah. Evan’s really not sure how much more of this he can take.
hi i love ur work sm !! if ur comfortable with it can u write smth nsfw with habit for ur summer event ? :>>
this is lowkey too short im sorry anon i hope u like it tho i wrote it with my raging monster cock 😈
habit x gn!reader + sweaty sex oral (m!receiving), sadist/masochist dynamic, degradation & threats of violence, pet play but not in the cute way, inappropriate use of a knife, wet gross sticky icky stuff :p send me more requests for my summer event pls
you were hiding a secret from your boyfriend.
evan pursued you nearly a year ago, eleven months to be exact. well, pursued wouldn't be the right word— the two of you met at a local park on a bright summer's day trying to pet the same cat, like you were in some kind of rom-com. from there you began a friendship where you initiated most of the flirting, until he properly asked you out with a full bouquet and everything.
the thing is, you're more than happy most days. evan is a wonderful boyfriend who drives you everywhere, gets you random gifts because he thinks of you that often, and never lets you pay for a meal by yourself. over these eleven months the two of you have made an irreplaceable connection, or so you thought.
you love him, you really do. it's just that you couldn't get off.
and that's a selfish reason. you couldn't blame him for not meeting you at your level of freak; if he wasn't into it then he wasn't into it. the last thing you'd want to do is to pressure him or make him feel like he wasn't enough for you.
so imagine your surprise when he comes home one day, soiled in blood from head to toe wearing a predatory grin, you sank into the couch before you could even think twice. he looked like he had just worked the whole day under the sun, heavy sweat trickling into a pool at his feet.
the rest was hazy. a dripping knife against your chest, ripping the front seams of your shirt open, all teeth and tongue, the taste of metallic lust, nothing but pure animalistic instinct.
"i have something for you, rabbit," he slurred against your mouth, grabbing a ridiculous headband with bunny ears, complete with bells that clanged to the slightest movement. "down."
you complied. he undid his belt, pace torturous with the way his skilled hands were working it from his hips to your throat, adjusting it so that he could pull you in closer easily, he placed the bunny ears on your head, lending you humiliated under his gaze.
"so cute," he cooed, squishing your cheeks under his nails so hard you think you might have bled. "such a pathetic desperate freak."
"open." he slapped you once across your face. it stung like hell.
dragging your jaws ajar against the pressure of his hand still clenching your face, you stuck your tongue out only for him to spit on it. he tasted like your lover, corpse rotting under blistering sunlight.
without any further warnings, he shoved his cock in your mouth, so deep you thought you could pass out from asphyxiation. he laughed at how you acted on impulse, and how that meant you couldn't help but adjust to his every thrust.
"you're fucking sick, y'know that?"
you did know. though it wasn't considered cheating, it was definitely unethical to suck your non-boyfriend's dick when he wasn't even conscious to experience it. but it might be what's so intoxicating about the whole ordeal; that there was a disgusting part of you that just wanted it to be him.
all you could do was whine and grasp helplessly at the base of his cock that you couldn't reach with your tongue while he taunted you to tears. while tilting his head back in pleasure his hands snagged the knife from earlier, holding it to the crown of your head.
"i could scalp you with this. did that to a guy earlier today," he mused, like he was just telling you about his day at work. he hummed mirthfully before continuing. "you'd let me do anything to you, right bunny? fuck, you'd probably let me piss in your mouth right now."
you lapped at his cock like a starved animal, eliciting a brazen groan from the man above you. "shit, bunny, what the hell?"
unable to fiend off your appetite any longer, you started grinding at his boot. you didn't care that it was slick with mud, nor that he smelled like he hadn't showered in three days. you felt so hot and you needed more.
"greedy little thing." he caressed your faux ears. "who am i kidding? 'course you are— you're cheatin' on your little boyfriend with me."
it's not cheating, you wanted to tell him. it's still evan.
none of it mattered the second he clasped the back of your head to use your mouth like a personal toy, driving in and out with such little affection it left you lightheaded. it was corrupt and vile how for a brief moment you could see evan in the eyes of the creature that shot his warm load on your face, purposefully avoiding your mouth so he could hear you complain about getting it out of your hair later.
sweat, blood, dirt, saliva, and cum all puddled between your bodies, flesh ignition charring all that's left of your innocence in this charade.
he lifted you by the belt-slash-collar with no resistance and threw you face-first onto the couch, grunting, "not done with you just yet, bun."
maybe one day you'll tell evan. but for now he was your worst habit.
I was rereading that one drabble I wrote about his half hibernation/half sleep tendencies where he gets really pliant in the morning and I wanted to draw it out ^3^
sypnosis: Habit thinks humans are stupid; you're not quite that bad, but you still fall into that category. Call it “Mansplaining”—or, rather, “humansplaining.”
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You’d been living with Habit for quite some time.
His name did justice to several of his annoying habits — in other words, everything about him was meant to be a graphic representation of human wickedness. With you, it wasn’t like that; he grew somewhat fond of you, not to torture you, but to annoy you.
A great example of this is when you tried to use a knife, pocket knife, or machete to practice self-defense in case something happened — you never know when Habit or some crazy person might snap and go on a rage.
You grip the dagger firmly by its black handle and start practicing fighting and defensive moves in the air. You’d been practicing with Habit’s weapons for a while now; he knew you were doing it, but he was never around exactly when you were training. When he found out about your little defense plan, he laughed at you, making hateful comments and, if you squinted, sexist ones too.
It was obvious that a parasitic demon would be sexist and be thousands of terms that incited hatred among humans; you could only ignore him every time he made a comment criticizing your actions.
Like today.
— You look like a little kid playing airplane when you move like that — Habit chuckled under his breath; his cap hid his eyes, but his smile was bright.
You ignored him and kept doing your thing.
— You look so funny doing this. I can assure you those internet videos aren’t going to help you at all, Bambi — He was just trying to push you to your limit.
— Are you jealous that I actually know how to use a weapon properly? — You stopped abruptly and spat out your words.
— Oh! — He paused and looked you straight in the eye. — Oh!! Of course I am! — His tone was laced with sarcasm; his voice rose with every word, and his teeth seemed ready to tear you to pieces.
— I’m so jealous that you learned in the kitchen and I had to do it with your friends —
Your head felt hotter with every word the brown-haired guy uttered; you wanted to stab him right then and there. You gripped the knife’s handle tighter and tighter and looked him straight in the eyes.
— What? I thought you were more tolerant of provocation — He shook his head as he took off his cap to smooth his dark hair, letting out a sigh of feigned pity.
— Don’t cry. You humans are pretty fragile, and there's no way I can let you use a weapon like that with your clumsy hands —
You hated how his words pierced your skull, how he still had the same hold over you as he did on the very first day.
Habit slowly approached you, putting his signature cap back on, and subtly examined you from head to toe.
You were trembling. Trembling because he was more powerful than you, and at the end of the day, you were an insecure person who was lucky enough to walk away alive but remained tied to him. He took the dagger from your hand, and as you could feel his breath on your face, a small chuckle escaped him.
— Atta girl — Habit said, tapping your thigh lightly with the flat side of the dagger.
— Maybe I can help you with a smaller knife, since your hands can’t handle the weight of this one — He said, swinging the blade back and forth.
— You’re so mean to me — you spat as you watched him walk out of the room. — I thought you loved me —
Habit burst out laughing; you could hear the vibration of his true, deep voice, which at the same time broke into Evan’s natural voice. With a sudden movement, he grabbed your cheeks with his fingertips, squeezing until you felt your teeth against your flesh and playing with your head, moving it from side to side.
You drove Habit crazy with your behavior; you answered back so defiantly that it was impossible to kill you. That’s what he wanted — he wanted someone who would stand up to him and break out of the role of a hopeless kidnapped victim.
You were supposed to be his dinner, an appetizer, or just some random snack.
Until you spat in his face and insulted him. That ignited his strange, psychopathic nature — and it also awakened something carnal inside him…
Maybe it was to put you in your place, to show you that he wanted to devour you, and it was up to you whether you wanted that to be literal or not.
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