heyy!! i loved reading the hare reader x habit and was wondering if maybe you'd do something similar, like, yk how you mentioned he knows they are human? maybe someone who's also a demon like him and he doesn't notice for a while? like they're masking or something, idk if it makes sense helpp
Habit x reader
Warnings: unsettling themes and gore, mentions of cannibalism? The reader eats people and not in that fun way
A/N: Guess who’s back…back again
still not done with the exam, i have still two weeks left… I decided to somewhat merge those two asks! I hope you don’t mind :)
Request are open again!!
The divider belongs to rikuo3o
Being careless was not in Habits nature, just like being wrong so what the actual fuck is happenig.
He left, only for an hour or so. You were sleeping, at least he thought you were basing on the heartbeat. Then when he came back you were gone, which almost immediately made him angry. Still, he decided to check every single room in the house, sniffing like a fucking dog. Bunnies like you couldn’t get far right? Right.
Because if he was wrong, he would be pissed.
Finally searching the house he ran to the back, he almost ripping the door off its hinges.
You sat on the stairs, hands, knees and feet bloody and dirty. You came back before he even noticed you somehow made your way out of the basement. He was angry, hands shaking, God he was so fucking angry.
He gripped your shoulder forcing you to face him, he expected something, anything really. Screaming, crying, he was ready for you to try to claw his eyes out but when you turned around all he saw was a small calm smile. Blood was already drying on your lips, it cracked and flaked off, and Habit saw you lick your lips in an attempt to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling it brought.
“I am sorry,” you said, voice quiet. “I got hungry, you understand. Yes?” in front of the stairs was a mangled corpse. Face stuck in permanent horror after being ravaged and cracked open. Some already gathered around.
The anger fizzled out almost immediately, replaced by a small ache deep in his chest.
Holy shit.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
The small smile faltered, and you searched his shocked face. “You don’t like me anymore? Was I bad? I am sorry, I was so hungry.”
The corners of his mouth quirked up, hands rising up to cup your cheeks. “Yeah? What did you do Bunny?”
“I ate him, he wanted to take me away from you.” you stated, proudly almost. A blissful look, your eyes crinkled with emotion. Clearly enjoying the treatment.
“Great job cottontail.” He chuckled, and he swore you almost melted.
im sorry for the unnecessary feedback/proofreading but i saw ur ben drowned x reader fic (from 15th of may) was marked as gn but ben uses the descriptor "ma" for reader 🥹 please ignore me if im wrong but i just wanted to point that out before any unknowing readers stumble across the work and it could trigger dysphoric issues 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
Naw no worries, I don’t eat people up for giving feedback.
Thank you for pointing it out, it will be changed to something more gender neutral.
Summary: You are in pain. A good chunk of the week passes before you decide to do something about it. Unfortunely, there is no medicine that usually helps. Then an idea hits: you can mix up something yourself
Warnings; I don't know what being high is like, so yeah!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
A/N: I wrote it while having a very bad flare up and my period, please enjoy! The reader has chronic pain, and is part of the medical staff in the mansion.
Check out doctor pain in the ass reporting for duty post!
Requests are open!
The bathroom smells like wet clothing and that horrible shower gel Jeff likes to use sometimes.
You are laying in the bathtub, feet dangling above the edges. It’s uncomfortable, but the chilly feeling feels somewhat worth it.
Your head is fuzzy, the world blurs and, spins and heart twists in ways that make you smirk, even if the situation you are in is far from being funny.
You are high, in pain, or both. Honestly, after a good cocktail of drugs you managed to find it hard to tell. There is this small thought that pops in, you shouldn’t have done that.
With hopes and maybe prayers, you breathe in and out, hoping everything will pass by soon and you can return to work without being scolded. Now, being scolded isn’t that bad, but it’s still annoying. Avoiding unnecessary lectures from Ann and Cody became not only a habit but something close to a hobby. Of course, this was countered by both of them actively seeking you out.
Boring.
The faint ache in your muscles echoes through your body. You laugh breathlessly. It’s hard, but you have to admit you suck at improvising when it comes to your medication.
The door creaks open slowly, a huge shadow blocking out the warm light from the corridor. You only manage to mutter out a small curse before your head lulls back.
The figure sighs.
“I knew I would find you here.” Jack says, calm. His tone hinted at being slightly disappointed.
Your head feels too heavy, but you still manage to give Jack a peace sign. “Technically I am on, uhh, duty downstairs.”
“You could have asked. I would send Toby for your medication. You know it’s really not a problem.”
To the best of your efforts you tilt your head to the side and try to meet his gaze. Try is a good word, Jack looks like sad shapes smushed together in a desperate attempt to create something. You barely feel his hands grazing your cheeks.
“Shit..” the demon mutters, and you snort. It's always funny when someone like Jack swears. “How much did you take?”
You try to think about it- how much and which pills you decided to mix together. It’s too blurry and fast, and the pain makes sure to let itself be known.
Weakly, because your body is suddenly betraying you, you try to grasp Jack's arm. The words die, and instead you mutter something that you think resembles a sentence.
“You are so..stubborn.” The man huffs before trying and lifting you up. You grumble, mind protesting, but body nuzzles into the coolness of his skin. “This is nice, don’t get me wrong. You do have a big mouth.”
You try to bury yourself deeper, basking in the rare display of affection, not really noticing Jack is carrying you to his room.
You like Jack, even if you don’t want to admit it. You think he likes you too. Even if the feeling blossomed due to curiosity and familiarity of the situation you found yourself not long ago.
He is so chilly. You breathe him in, fingers sneaking to touch his neck. You fail to notice how he shudders, his cheeks dust slightly blue. You find comfort in how cold he seems, even if he lays you in his bed gently. Treating you as if you were made from finest porcelain. “You are so smart, dove.” He purrs. “But at the same time, so stupid. I should lock you up because you keep getting yourself in trouble.”
You only murmur something, fingers looking for something to grab. Your body feels warm, feverish almost. Still, you feel comfortable even if you are unsure why. You breathe a sigh of relief, basking in the smell, and the newfound relaxing atmosphere. While you do that Jack talks, much more than you have ever heard him speak. The subject varies, you think so at least.
In a way the whole ordeal makes you feel safe, and you can’t help but close your eyes. Jack notices, of course he does. Small things matter a lot to him. His touch is light, claws grazing your skin. Careful.
You yawn, feeling warm and content. Mind drifting to sleep, even if you wish you could stay awake just a little longer. It’s not like you will remember, right?
What kind of flowers would you get from the creeps? Part two!
Ft; Laughing Jack, Ben Drowned, Helen/Bloody painter, Jane the Killer and Kate the chaser
Requests are open
I hope you have a sweet tooth because LJ delivers the sweetest flowers for you. The bouquets always have your favourite candy that mimics your favourite flowers. You have no idea how he does that and he won’t share his secrets. Well maybe he will for a kiss or two, his kisses are sweeter after all.
Ben well.. he will give you a potted plant that looks so similar to weed you will question your romantic choices. A good smack on the head or two will fix the attitude…maybe. If you pout hard enough he will hack the system so you will get free bouquets from the flower mail.
Art is eternal, long lasting and Helen always delivers, a true renaissance man. He paints, he sculpts and presents them to you proudly. Of course painting feels comfortable but he wants you to have something you can hold or smell. Yes, those paper flowers are scented, no, he won’t tell you how much time it took. What if you feel bad? It’s nice seeing someone enjoy something he made, if this keeps up you will get buried in those gifts.
There are only a few moments where EJ has time to breathe, besides being stuck In the comfort of his basement he likes to wander the forest that surrounds the mansion.He can’t leave it, looking like this raises questions he can’t afford to answer, but he always wants to bring you back something. Surprisingly he has the eye for making little compositions, he uses flowers and plants that smell like you. Every single time you come back from a mission you have a pretty little bouquet on your desk.
Jane is one elegant lady, scarily so, she can intimidate you even from far away. Still she dotes on you, giving you small soft kisses on the jaw. The gifts reflect those gentle touches, black roses, lilies. They are big, grand, it feels super extra. She always makes sure to make a grand entrance too. It makes you feel like you should be the one giving her flowers instead.
Kate is quiet, almost shielded. Her affections are quiet, in a way sneaky. She cares, in her own special way. Of course she brings you flowers, fancy bouquets you have no idea where she could have gotten. The wrapper is sometimes speckled with blood. You ask, or try to. Every time you open your mouth she presses a finger to your lips before croaking that you should enjoy it.
