Uhhh, I'll be accepting art requests rn, only for creepypasta tho(emh and mh are also open). You can request Oc x canon from creepypasta, and I'm fine with doing somewhat suggestive things but nothing toooo explicit.
ALSO, no dubcon, proshipping, or like anything along those lines please.
Based on all those smaus where habit steals the girl and sends the video of it to your ex. Set...post sex. And also pre sex. Its just sex.
This is bad and not reread at all i didnt even mean to hit post enjoy
You looked so sweet and cute, all snuggled into his side. But Habit had a point to make, and you could rest all you wanted after. He rolled you gently onto your belly, careful not to distrub you too much. The phone buzzed again, the screen filling with gray bubbles. His hands smoothed up your bare thighs, grabbing handfuls of your ass and kneading with as little force he could muster. Habit didnt do gentle, but for you he at least attempted not to bruise you before the fun. On your stomach now, your arms cross to lay your head on them in your sleep, pretty and pliant because hed basically knocked you out earlier. Those pretty little panties stretched across your ass, hugging the soft fat around the band of elastic. Hes already hard just thinking about this.
He slips your panties to the side with a swipe of his thumb, relishing the little shiver you gave when the air of the room his your already slick core.
"Always ready for me, mm?" But it was mumbled to himself. The waistband of the sweats hed thrown on from your floor dip as he pulls it down to free his cock. When the thick head nudges your entrance you make the cutest whine, Habit could eat you up.
Your eyes blink open with a sigh as he sinks into your slick heat. Barely lifting your head to glance over your shoulder, your hips wiggle just as he bottoms out. His thighs baracket yours, heavy hands cup your ass and knead it.
"Wanna help me with something, honeycomb?"
"Mm?"
His thumb glides over the swell of your ass, it feels both posessive and reverent. Like he owns the shrine at which hes about to worship. youre so tight and warm, gripping him like a vice and clenching with his every brush against your skin. Fingers walk up your spine, you stretch just enough to roll the muscles of your back under his touch.
"All you gotta do is lay there and look real pretty for me. Can you do that?" he flattens his palm to run his fingers into your hair
You nod sleepily, already angling your hips up. the both of you groan as his cock nudges deeper, snug against your cervix.
"Perfect girl." He praises. It felt foreign, odd, but habit couldnt help to dote on you when you were being such a good sport. His hips roll into your ass, his hand reaches for the phone beside his knee. He can see the shine in your eyes as you peek at what hes doing through your lashes, your lips downturning. Habit soothe the crease in your brow with soft tuts, a hand sinking into the bed beside your head as he leans over you,
"Help me make a movie?" He coos, "Show that punk why he can stop callin you?"
He half expected you to whine, to wiggle and protest about being on camera, to revolt at the idea of being shown to your ex. but you had almost the same amount of screws loose that he did. It only took a breif moment of thought. your response is to wiggle your hips again, this time with a devious little mm-hmm. he hums, the rumble warming your back and making you think of a purr. He still supports himself with his arm by your head, this time laying a little more onto you, letting you feel his cock just sitting there in your snug heat.
"my little freak." He says like hes proud, rewarding you by pulling out and shoving back in, dragging out a grunted moan. He does it again, and again, setting a rhythm that rocked the bed in steady strokes. Your head threw back, a fire now ignited as he finds the angle that makes you see stars.
the phone comes up in front of you, you dont register it before he gets a snap of your face. Your moan changes to a slight surprise, you hadnt expected him to capture that! but habit is expert in the way he drops the phone and uses the free hand to turn your head and shove his mouth to yours. His tongue easily pushes into your parted lips. he feels your nails in his arm, sinking into the muscle as you were overwhelmed all at once. the sting as they rake down his skin and leave angry red marks is almost as delicious as his name falling from your mouth and into his. A close second.
The phone buzzes again and habit growls.
He moves back now, swiping up the device from the bed. He has one hand on your hip, in a grip that you know youll think of tomorrow, pushing back onto his length as it pulls from you. you cant see him anymore, his presence is gone from your back, you whine his name.
"Thaaats it, bonnie. say my name like that." He rocks forward, punching out a moan. youre too far gone to obey immediately, and a heavy hand lands on your ass hard.
his name rings out against the headboard.
"Thats my girl!" he praises enthuisiastically, The way habit says everything when hes getting exactly his way. In the same fluid motion of a predator, hes on you again. bicep by your head, mattress dipping with his weight, his bare chest against your back. hes everywhere. hot breaths against your ear, scorching heat and fire on your skin, his thick cock in your stomach. Resting on your propped elbows, Your eyes roll back into your skull, you feel his shoulder right behind your head and you halfway rest against it, letting the fire and heat consume you.
You feel his cheek pressed against your forehead to keep you there. At first it feels like a nuzzle, theres even a coo in his throat. Its bliss, youre floating and his hips are moving in dizzying, intoxicating circles.
"Thats my girl."
He says it much lower now, its sinister and makes your hair stand on end like an ancient instinct. It makes you clench around him. What youre not seeing is hes saying it to the camera as much as he is you. Because your are oblivious to anything except for his cock, you dont question the way his fingers hold your jaw, tilting it up as if to get a good angle. Your sounds have turned to gasps, you can feel your orgasm building steadily and youre aching for more than just the maddening steadyness hed kept up. hes teasing you at this point, dragging it out for the view hes getting.
"Hab!" Is all you can sob out, a desperate plea that he understands easily. the phone is dropped to the mattress once more like it never existed, forgotten in favor of taking care of you properly. Youre on your side before you can make another sound, him still behind you. his bicep cushions your head and his other hand scoops under your thigh to lift it high, spreading you open and driving into you so fast it takes your breath away. The sound of skin hitting skin, your pussy making lewd, wet sounds now, made your cheeks burn. Your hands scramble, eventually grabbing his arm, which is barred across your chest. His palm sits flat on your chest, like hes feeling your pulse ram against his fingers. there isnt an inch left between the two of you.
"You gonna cum for me, bunny?"
Your head is bobbing up and down on its own. you can feel it in your toes, habit feels it in the arch of your spine, the small gap from his stomach to your back that he closes every other second. Your cheek presses against the meat of his bicep, eyes heavy and lips swollen and parted. Lips press just to the junction of your ear and neck, a sharp sting blooming out as he bites down witht he tip of his canines. Youre drowning in him, wailing his name both like a prayer and a deadly curse. As if you werent already unraveling, rough fingers finding your clit and drawing circles on it. It shatters you. You nearly bow off of him with the arch in your back, he pulls you back against him like the space were offensive. the sound he pulls from you is filthy, primal.
He slows only marginally once you begin to shudder, but he doesnt stop. he fucks you through the drawn out waves, hot breath pants against your temple. Something about it felt experimental. Hed only fucked you once earlier, he hadnt tested to see if youd really had limits yet, but surely you coud handle this. he was being so gentle! You were a sight, sweat coating your sticky skin in the hot room. A mess was between your thighs and it was only getting messier as he continued to fuck into you. Glowing pink handprints adorned your ass, you were sure his thumbprint was engraved on your hip bone.
But habit hadnt even broken skin when he nibbled at you. Gentle!
"So pretty when you cum." He states like fact, and hes not sure he'd told you that earlier. the slow drags through your oversensitive pussy felt like lightning right to your core. theres a muscular thigh under yours that keeps you open on his cock. every point of contact feels like seeping heat, like he was poison to the touch. And here you were, skin to skin with belladonna. Its roots were wrapping around you, his breath was in your lungs again with a slow, filthy kiss. When your lips part, He watches your face melt into the telltale signs of sparks of pleasure beginnning anew in your belly. your teeth sink into your bottom lip, he watches how they indent the pillowy skin. like a feather dipping in the wind, that what your slow and heavy blinks reminded him of. Habits brain takes a detour from the task at hand.
You only notice because hes gone somewhat still. your head turns slowly to look at him and hes just… staring at you. Habit always had something wild in his eyes, something alive and typically awful in the brown and gold irises he posessed. Its that same glint that told prey that a predator was dangerous. the thing that whispered itself into your bones, run, run fast and far. And in this moment it…wasnt there. In its place was something you wouldnt dare to point out, something you would have called soft. He seems to snap out of it when he meets your eyes. His brain comes back online, shoving his mouth into yours in obvious Habit fashion - teeth fucking first. Trying to distract you - and himself -from his little malfunction, the weird and gushy feeling that had just made all previous commands cease to exist.
It works, because you melt against his lips like butter. His grip on your is still tight, but theres something appreciateve in the way his fingers hold your face, arm, how his lips taste. You cum a second time without warning, clinching so hard that it sends him over the edge as well. it shudders down your body until youre limp in his arms. He soothes you down, peppering kisses to your cheek, shoulder, grabbing your hand from the comforter and pulling it to his lips.
He doesnt pull out, just keeps you against his chest, arms wrapped around you so tight you dont know where he ends and you begin. The room is sticky, warm, his breaths fan your neck in quiet huffs.
The phone buzzes again. He picks it up, flipping it to look at the screen. your eyes are halfway closed, but you can hear his chuckle against your shoulder. Peeking through your lashes, the screen is filled with gray bubbles, all threats. you sigh. you knew your ex wouldn't just go away like that. habit almost senses the sudden anxiety in you, his nose running along the column of your throat,
"Say the word, bonnie." He coaxes, "Just one little word, and you wont have to worry about him any more."
Habit has a way of saying things that makes everything seem like a wonderful idea, a gentle croon when he wants something real bad that he knows youre a sucker for. or, at least, now he does, because you eye him with interest and apprehension.
"Ill do all the dirty work. you can just sleep, when you wake up itll be all better."
You sigh, acting like youre thinking it over. When you stay silent, he hums,
"Ah, youre right, bon." He rolls his hips, hes still rock hard inside of you. A sticky mess sits between your legs , "bigger fish. A conversation for tomorrow."
omg hi, i love how you write Habit. How about reader being tied up (consensually) and getting fucked in a mating press by Habit?
rope bunny — habit x fem! reader short smut 🐇
summary — you allowed habit to tie you up in the forest for some fun! but he seems to be into this whole predator/prey thing more than you thought he would. which will end up your biggest regret or win.. whatever you wanna call it.
you pulled against the tightened rope on your wrists, hissing at the burn. “..wow, you tied it really.. tight, habit.” you winced at the slight pain as it bit at your skin. habit just snickered, patting your head.
“well, ya asked me to do this for ya, bunny.. plus i’m good at tying ropes.” he murmured, making sure the rope was knotted correctly. you had been talking to habit about this for a while.. being tied up by him. that’s how you found yourself locked tight with a tree in the middle of the woods. habit seemed ecstatic about the idea when you finally offered to do it. he was the one who always asked first, but then you’d say no. you were about to make a cunning snap at his words only for him to roughly grab your ankles, spreading them wide. “nowww.. we’re not doing just those little wrists of yours, rabbit.” he chuckled, roughly wrapping the rope around both of your ankles, making you stay spread out. you squeaked uncomfortably, eyes wide. “damn.” he whistled slowly, looking at your position. god, this was embarrassing.
“m—mm.. i didn’t have this in mind.. i thought we were just tying my hands?” you pouted, your eyes drifting up to his face. he had the most shit-eating smile ever. your breath felt short now, your heart beating fast. you knew that smile, anywhere. you better pray you can walk tomorrow.
habit grabbed his knife that was sitting on the side in the dried leaves, a loud crinkling sound only cutting the silence. “no.. that wouldn’t be fun, bunny. i need you completely restrained! that wayyy..” he used his knife to slice through your shorts, the fabric ripping loudly. “i can use this little cunt as a fleshlight, yeah? that’s the whole point of this all.” he licked his teeth, his knife teasingly grazing your inner thigh. with a lazy toss, the knife found itself lying on the leaves again. “and nooo weapons this time, i promise. just hands.. and my teeth.” he said with a playful click of his teeth.
your thighs shook nervously, watching his hands move toward them with a predatory grace. his thumbs rubbed circles on the inner skin, his rough skin rubbing against your softer. your panties were the only barrier from his feral hunger. too bad.. as soon as that thought came to your mind, he roughly grabbed the fabric and tore it quickly. you mewled, eyes wide with alarm. “h—habit.. i need those!” you protested, but he hushed you.
“ah, ah. i’ll give you my jacket to tie around your waist after.” habit assured, his hot breath brushing against your neck as he peered down at the mess you made. he frowned when you tried to writh back against the tree, but the ropes stopped you from any movement. “tsk. don’t fuckin’ do that, rabbit. keep them opennn.” he whispered, his cap obscuring his eyes even when he was looking down at you. he spat a fat glob of spit on your pussy, it was so gross. it dropped down your clit and down to your ass. “don’t have lube right now.. but with spit and your pussy juice, i think we’ll be fine, yeah.” you cringed at his words, why did he always have to be so nasty!
habit began to unbuckle his belt with a clink of metal, unlooping the leather. “please be gentle..” you pleaded, feeling a bit helpless in this uncomfortable tied position.
“but that wouldn’t be fun.. c’mon. be a good bunny.. keep those eyes on me.” he unzipped his pants, freeing his thick cock. it was harder than usual.. fuck. you shrunk back against the ropes, your face growing hot.
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you squealed out into the quiet of the forest, eyes rolled back in dumb arousal. his cock was hitting so deep into your pussy, kissing your cervix with each plunge. habit growled, hands placed onto the bark of the tree while his hips moved at a brutal pace. he relished your cries, hearing you scream louder and louder from how mean he was being. “poor poor, baby bunnyyy.. fuck. this pussy is strangling my dick. you’re really into this, hm?” he teased, his voice soft against your ear. he put you into this position for a mating press.. of course.
he pressed himself harder against you, his chest pressed against yours. “m—mm! habit! pleaseee..” you sniffled, tears caked on your face from how much you were crying. the ropes burned and rubbed against your skin.. you couldn’t even run away or squirm.. or even hit him. drool dripping down your lips, you could only be still and let habit use you. your pussy was sopping wet, strings of slick clinging to his cock every pull back. the leaves crunched beneath you two, his boots making it louder as he tried to keep his balance. habit eagerly pounded your pussy harder, his thrusts short and fast. “habit! please! g—gonnaaaa..”
habit snorted in disbelief, feeling your pussy squirt around his cock.. squeezing him, too. it soaked his jeans and the earth below then you felt hot shivers up your back somehow. “shit.. already? rabbit, you’re breaking my heart! didn’t even give me some time.. but maybe it just feels so good, mm? so cute, look at those tears.” he teased, not pausing his movements at all. you lolled your head back against the bark of the tree, trembling violently. his heavy balls slapped against your ass, pulsing with the awaiting load he had for you. you squealed when he finally thrusted one last time, groaning loudly. “fuckkk..” habit bit down onto your shoulder with a snarl, his body shaking.
“m—mm.. habittt..” you gasped, your eyes filled with so much love and adoration for him. his cum filled you right up, some of it leaking around his cock. he pulled out slowly, strings of cum clinging to his cock and your pussy. “sooo much..”
“such a good bunny.. one more round. just for me.” habit praised, sliding his cock back into your messy pussy. you squeaked in fear. you were gonna be here a while.
GONNA BE LOOKING THROUGH MY ASKBOX TODAY! MAKE SURE TO REQUEST BEFORE I CLOSE IT!
A/N: i thank yall for sticking with me on this i genuinely did not expect this lil series bit to get the love it has had <3
WC: 2.5k
other chapters-> chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3 (your here)
sorry if things flow weirdly again not proof read,read at your own discretion
CW: habit is its own warning, Fem! user, Stockholm syndrome, blood (lemme know if i need to add more in the comments)
bunny divider by @/pixopix
how many days has it been, you couldn't tell the hours felt like days and the days felt like months not stepping out of this damp mildewy attic eventually he did unlock the chains that held you to the wooden pole but the door out remained locked and shut only opening when he had food or wanted to have a chat. you didn't talk to him much he was the one doing most of it while you just sat on the cold wooden floorboards staring off into space until he did something to get your attention, whether that was snap at you or raise his voice or even knocking you upside the head saying "hey are you fucking listening to me dipshit" and all you did was nod. eventually he grew tired of trying to talk to you and left you alone again, it didn't help you were also fighting off withdrawal symptoms from not having smoked in god knows how long since you've been here...since that night.
right now you were fighting off a wave of nausea and a massive migraine which was why you smoked weed in the first place since currently it felt like your head was being sawed in half, you could only guess how bad you looked only because you haven't seen yourself in a mirror in probably weeks and the habit guy didn't seem to care much about your hygiene, the only thing he really did to help was make sure that the gash on your cheek didn't get infected because in his own words "don't want you dying in such a lame way" which caused you at the time to glare at him and he just snickered. Unfortunately today was the day habit decided to be annoying humming as he entered the attic space while you were curled up against one of the walls knees to your chest and sweat beading down your face “geez what the fuck is wrong with you” sucking a deep breath through his teeth as he grimaced down at you kicking your leg when you didnt respond, “leave me alone” you groaned burying your head deeper into your arms “uh…that phrase isnt exactly in my dictionary” crouching down on his haunches pulling your head up by your hair so youd look at him “holy shit you look worse than some of the dead bodies i bring in” his hand moving to rest under chin letting your hair fall back down some of it sticking to your face “ive been feeding ya and that wound im sure as hell isnt infected soo?” His questioning stare pissing you off lightly “i havent smoked in god knows how long so my body is taking it out on me” rolling your eyes and grimacing as that movement causes your migraine to spike.
He just hummed in acknowledgment “come on” standing up and letting go of your chin, looking back at you and nodded his head towards the door signalling for you to follow him. Bracing yourself against the wall as you got up the migraine pounding against your head angry again at the movement you followed him it was just now that you realized the space you've been living in was connected to an actual room with a bed and you just did not want to focus on how a comfy mattress was right outside the damn door while you've been sleeping on the hard floor, this damn man knew how to piss people off its like his own little artform at this point. He lead you downstairs pointing at the couch for you to sit as he wandered into a different room, “its no fun trying to poke at people who are in a pissy mood its like finding out your milk was replaced with orange juice while pouring it into your cereal” he spoke as he walked into the living room carrying some random pills in his hands “what?” you looked at him confused at the weird ass analogy “you heard me, now open up” he stood in front of you, shaking your head “im not just gonna take some random pills full offense here you dont exactly come off as trustworthy” he tutted in response grabbing your chin his thumb and fingers digging into your cheeks making your mouth open. Dumping the pills into your mouth while pushing them down your throat with his middle and ring finger he smiled a little while hearing you choke a little before pulling his fingers out and wiping them against your shirt while you coughed “see not so bad” he jeered, you just looked at him with a glare “fucking asshole” coughing once more before.
Whatever pills he gave you boy did they work because your whole body was fuzzy and tingling after a few hours, of course he locked you back into the attic once he realized he had to do something. You laid on your back staring at the ceiling going over your own thoughts, if you put it together in your mind he hasn't really done anything bad towards you since you've got here sure he's a little aggressive but he's also done things to make sure you don't die at the very least. A whistle came from the doorway “get up i got something fun for ya to do” he stared at your unmoving body before clearing his throat “do i have to stab ya get the fuck up come on” at that you wobbly got up “see the pills worked nice anyways like i said follow me” for the second time you followed him but this time you didnt end up in a furnished living room you ended up in a dark musty basement cobwebs were in every corner, the fuzzy feeling in your body made you feel like there were bugs under your skin crawling then you heard it what sounded like a muffled voice coming from the darkest area infront of you.
A man sat in a wooden chair tied up with ropes and a piece of purple duct tape over his mouth “what the fuck habit” freezing midstep the bugs now going into a extreme chill as you saw him making habit laugh “well thought id have you do something for once because all you do is sit around and mope” he spoke while plugging in a light that flooded the room once it got turned on, your eyes focusing on the table with a huge array of knives on it “no wait wait what do you mean” panic seeped into you once again he looked over his shoulder at you while picking up one of the bigger knives “what do you think its either you do this or i kill you hm? Whatcha think” holding the knife towards you by the tip of the blade your hand wrapped around the handle “good choice good choice” nodding in approval, to think a few minutes ago you were actually debating if this man was nice or not and now you stood here in front of a random guy whose screams were muffled by the tape his eyes blown wide while tears streamed down his wrists tugging at the rope. Habit stood by leaning on the table with his arms crossed nodding towards the guy as you looked at him the high the pills gave you wearing off as dread pitted into your stomach. “I dont…” he stared daggers at you “I meant what i said now get on with it”.
Taking a deep breath you stepped forward gripping the knife biting down on your bottom lip flinching as the man's screams got louder and his struggling got more intense, just put him out of his misery the faster the better…the faster the better you kept repeating in your head. “Im sorry man…” you whispered under your breath his eyes wide looking at you in panic as you brought your arm up and plunged the knife deep into his chest hopefully piercing his heart his body still struggled and screamed which made you take the knife out and plunge it in again so he’d shut up weirdly the act of this made your heart hammer with something along the lines of excitement so you did it again until habit caught your wrist “hes dead as much as id love to watch you stab the shit out of someone im hungry and gotta get this bastard cooking” you looked over at him the mans blood splattered on your face “cooking?” habit nodded “what do you think ive been feeding you” he grinned, that caused you to drop the knife pulling away from him and gag “oh my god youve been fucking feeding me people?” you yelled at him and he just shrugged “oh dont be a crybaby about it now” you dropped down to your knees hands in your hair breath shaky “you fed me people…ive been eating people…oh my god im so gross thats so gross” gagging while speaking to yourself. Habit grabbed your chin and forcefully made you look at him “just imagine what people would say if you left and told them the things that happened and what you just did” he smiled as he saw you spiral through your shaky eyes “the girl who killed her friends claims she got kidnapped and fed on other people and then killed an innocent man” you shook your head “no they would believe me they would” he laughed in your face “they wouldn't believe you ever ya know these past what six weeks you've been here nobody has put up missing persons posters, which is damn well pathetic isnt it nobody gives a flying fuck about you besides the friends that you killed in their eyes. They'd lock you up either in jail or throw you into a looney bin if you ever got out of this house” his thumb wiped off stray tears you didn't even know were falling.
He was right nobody really knew you, nobody really cared for you hell your own family was big enough that they barely ever acknowledged your existence there really was nobody who would believe you nobody who would care for you nobody…just nobody except him, the fear of him shattered into a weird gratitude for him at that thought your body lurched towards him hugging his legs which made him freeze a little “you’re right im sorry im sorry” he huffed amusedly “yeah im here for you”.
Over the next few weeks, he did little things to make you more codependent on him. He started letting you walk around freely in the house but if you needed to cook or shower you needed to get his permission first if you were to watch anything on the tv he’d have to approve the channel small things he even gave you a dab pen but if you did anything to piss him off he’d hide it from you just long enough for withdrawal symptoms to start hitting and then magically finding it for you and basically making you beg for it like right now for example, “habit please give it to me im sorry i wont do it again” he hummed in thought for a second then shook his head “gotta do better than that” you dropped to your knees in front of him looking up, you looked pathetic and you knew that but you'd rather look pathetic than have another migraine “come on beg for it” he waved it above you with a smile. Huffing in annoyance you hugged his waist looking up at him “please” he cocked his head to the side a slight expression of surprise on his face before he crouched down taking a puff from it and tilting your chin up pulling your lower jaw down as he blows the smoke into your mouth. “There you go” he pushes you aside as he stood up throwing the pen at you “that shit tastes nasty don't know how you do it”.
Another few days pass by since that happened you sat on the couch, blowing some smoke into the air as he entered the front door, you looked over and jumped back it wasn't him though it was someone else “oh my god i knew it there was someone else here, i knew something wasnt right does he have you held captive here” the man stumbled over to you while you stared at him in confusion “wh-what?” the man swiped some of his hair out of his face “listen one of my friends lives on this block and i thought ive seen you in here and your face…its all over the news people have been looking for you for maybe a few months” your eyes widened in shock hearing that shaking your head “no…no thats not right he said…he said” the room started spinning you looked down to your hands and back to the man “your lying your lying” voice coming out shaky the man shook his head “no im not i swear whatever hes told you is a complete and utter lie i have to get you out of here come on” he grabbed your hand tugging at it as he stood up, everyone would think you were lying if you went out there they'd lock you up his words ring in your mind as you got pulled off the couch and the man started leading you towards the door without thinking you grabbed the lamp off the side table, he looked back at you as he noticed your hand slip from his “hey what are-” you bashed him upside the head with the butt of the lamp watching as he crashed down to the floor. Bashing him again and again with the lamp not noticing the blood spraying out just listening to the sound of his skull being caved in, the ceramic base shattering and in a daze grabbing one of the shattered pieces stabbing him.
The door opened besides you making you look up, dropping the ceramic piece as you stood up covered in blood with a smile “he was lying to me he broke in and started lying he wanted to take me out there” habit smiled back humming he closed the door behind him and pulled you towards him and you hugged him “i cant leave i cant it dawned on me that i cant when he spoke to me like that he was telling me you lied to me” habit rolled his eyes “its a good thing you didnt listen to him then” you nodded burying your head into the crook of his neck “only listen to me from now on okay if any more of those people come in here dont believe their lies, i only want whats best for you, you got that” you nodded against his neck “say it out loud” he sighed. “Yes i understand…ill only listen to you from now on i promise i wont listen to their lies”
A/N: im sorry reader is way more toned down in this one she is mentally going through the wringer i tried to tie in her killing style of just zoning out and stabbing things way to much, how we feelin another chapter yay or nay? i didnt know how to end this chapter so im sorry about that and if im writing habit bad im sorry about that too im trying to make him a conniving son of bitch as much as possible. give me suggestions and tips down below if you wanna <3
stalker who is so obsessed with you that he starts learning every little thing about your life. your routine, how you prefer your drink, what kind of clothes you use to sleep, how long you take to get up, to get ready and to leave the house.
your friends, your family. the dramatic beef you have with your aunt on the dad’s side of the family.
he knows everything.
his hard work is worth it when he follows you into a cafe, and a creep starts bothering you. he’s drinking in the way you silently panic, the way you fidget away from the creep.
but what makes him finally get up from his seat with the biggest smile is when you point at him, telling the creep that your stalker is your boyfriend.
