Rubbing my hands together evily again

Wondering if I could make another request of it's alright

Tim, Brian, and Evan (I have favorites hehe) with a gn or Afab s/o whos an artist and sees them as a muse

(could be sfw could be nsfw whatevers more fun)

Tyty and your works are great :3!!

-🐟

hi !! glad to see you're taking requests for evan :) I was wondering if you could do some hcs for Evan with a reader who draws/sketches a bunch?? like they always use evan for inspo in drawings and they draw things they do in their relationship?? maybe something about how evan catches them looking and drawing him when they think he's not looking.. and maybe if you'd like you could include habit and his reaction to it as well.. I hope this makes sense and isn't too much!! if it is feel free to ignore 🫶

i decided to combine these two just to make it easier for navigation and all that, i hope that's okay !! thank you both soso much :) <333

🚬📹☠️🐇 Tim Wright / Brian Thomas / Evan Myers / HABIT x artist!reader

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Tim :

listen

he hates to pry. he really does.

but he wants to see EVERYTHING

he's trying to sneak peaks going behind the couch when your drawing in the living room, oh-so-conveniently needing to be in your guys' room when you're working on something at your desk- he thinks he's being very covert

he's an awkward and easily embarrassed man, he doesn't think to just ask to see no matter how many times you tell him he can

he is thoroughly thrown through a loop when he sees you drawing him

he has some. not great self esteem regarding all of the things he's been through and been told, and he has good reason to be anxious about most things- especially someone important leaving him

him getting reassurance that you actually do like how he looks and that you love him so much he's stuck in your mind when he's gone means so, so much more than he could ever comfortably express.

he does try to, though

through embarrassed and deeper mumbled praise, some red tinted cheeks and his finger nervously rubbing at the edge of the page

he asks if he can keep a smaller doodle on him :)

Brian :

YOUR !! BIGGEST !!! SUPPORTER !!!!

he's hyping you up however he knows possible

he was a theater and film kid, there's no way he didn't meet a couple art kids in there

he'll get a real good look at whatever it is you show him before he points out things like the shading in a particular area looks really good, the line art flows really well, things like that

as a former (short term lol) actor, he knows how frustrating it can be to just hear a "that looks great!" when you've worked really hard on something

if you draw HIM?? he's beyond flattered

and a little taken aback by how much you remember of him

Brian's big on trying to figure out other people, understand what makes them the way they are, what they're gonna do- so much so i think that he can forget how much other people soak him in, too

so when you showcase all of your focus and love for him through your art, it fixes up his worldview a little bit

he has a big burst of that "this is why i love you" feeling and he looks at you with the biggest dopiest smile

if you let him keep any of the work you do he'll try to find a way to keep at least one of them on him at all times

in his wallet, phone case, jean pocket, something like that

he just wants a little bit of you wherever he goes :)

Evan :

HE LOVES IT SO MUCH

little doodles on the grocery list, scribbles on the corner of a reminders list, drawing on his hand when you get bored; you name it and he's gonna cherish it

he thinks it's the cutest thing when you think he can't see you looking up at him every now and then while you're buried in your sketchbook across the couch

you have an entire page that's getting decorated with scattered snapshots of your life together

the two of you with your foreheads pressed together laughing at each other from when he was trying to butter you up to try and get you to go to a specific place for dinner, how he looked at you when you cut your finger making lunch and he decided he hand to kiss all over your hand for good measure- so many small moments that meant the world in both of your hearts and, eventually, you end up wanting to show him what you've been working on

and he may or may not have gotten a little bit very emotional about it

you just mean so much to him

this poor man has been through and lost so much

he's so grateful for you, and to know that you're so grateful for him as well? and enough to cherish the same moments he does and immortalize the two of you like that? he's gone

HABIT :

NOOOSSSSYYYYYYYYYY BASTARD

you couldn't hide a crumb from him

he's known you've been drawing him since the first time you did it because he is a little SPY

he can be so quiet when he feels like it, and he wants to see eeeeverything you draw

the process intrigues him

if he caught you looking up and back down to your sketchbook at him, i can see him doing two things

going over and seeing how the drawing looks already because he wants to know what you think he looks like

OR rapidly switching positions for you to draw him in, "is this my good side? make sure you get my face. can you draw me with blood? i want blood-"

he is very proud to be your muse, though

he'll hang up any finished pieces you let him have

Do you think that you can make angst and fluff head canons for Tim Wright and/or Evan Myers???

☼︎ Angst and Fluff Headcanons ☼︎

⊹ฺ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡

⊹ฺ Characters: Tim Wright (Marble Hornets); Evan Meyers (EverymanHYBRID)

⊹ฺ Contains: Fluff and angst (duh, haha); Allusions to mental illness; References to possession; Gender neutral Reader; No use of (Y/N); SFW

⊹ฺ Note: Sorry if this took forever! <3

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✧ Tim Wright

⊹ฺ Before I get into it, I love him so much, I just want to kiss all over his face.

⊹ฺ Tim is the best person to nap/cuddle with. He is so warm and holds you so closely, it's impossible not to feel loved.

⊹ฺ He has sleepy parent friend energy - like, he will gladly smile and nod at what you do, but will also get so nervous depending on what it is. As ready to smile and nod as he is, he is also fully prepared to sigh at you and your plan.

⊹ฺ Periodically disappears (as Tim does) and no matter how long he's gone, he always feels so bad and you are the first person he reaches out to.

⊹ฺ In that same vein, Time goes back and forth between seeking you out and isolating himself when he's low; he wants to be around you (his safe space), but he also doesn't want to put you in harm's way.

⊹ฺ When he's travelling around with Jay, he tries to come and see you any time he can. It's all far and few between, but he tries his hardest.

⊹ฺ Speaking of things more "Marble Hornets related", Masky hesitates when he sees you. While Tim would love to think his alter wouldn't hurt you, that doesn't stop him from trying to take control back to keep you safe.

⊹ฺ Tim gets so nervous whenever you cough. His body tenses and he feels like his heart stops.

⊹ฺ No matter where he is, he always makes sure to call or text right at midnight on your birthday. He loves you so much, and therefore, has to be the first person to tell you.

⊹ฺ Guys, I love him so much, you don't understand, haha.

✧ Evan Meyers

⊹ฺ Poor thing, holy shit.

⊹ฺ Loves holding your hand and carrying you around. He can't explain it, but carrying you around is so fun for him.

⊹ฺ Teases you a lot; seeing your smile or hearing your laugh just make his day twenty times better.

⊹ฺ Loves watching horror movies with you or playing horror games - he's always hoping something scares you enough for you to grab onto him, haha.

⊹ฺ Speaking of, Evan is absolutely your biggest protector. If he wasn't already trigger happy about kicking the asses of demons and cosmic/eldritch horrors, you would definitely be what kicks that off.

⊹ฺ Makes Jeff and Vinnie to swear they'll look after you if anything happens to him.

⊹ฺ Thinks about keeping his distance from you a lot to keep you safe. It never works, though. He misses you and worries about you too much.

⊹ฺ He makes sure that you know where all of his knives are and how to use them. He wants you to be able to have a fighting chance if he's not around, whether that's physically, or because his body's being used against his will.

⊹ฺ Would love to one day have a family with you (if you also want one), but also knows how slim the chances of that happening are. He doesn't trust himself enough, either.

⊹ฺ Evan always makes sure that he falls asleep after you. He's gotta make sure you're safe and sound before he rests.

Forelsket

(n) the euphoria experience when you first fall in love 

Okay so its not the best, Benadryl making life hard rn TvT

Word count: 3400

TW: It’s HABIT cmon nw, dubcon, he kinda breaks in????? Dom/sub undertones but never stated outright, breeding kind kinda, my bad writing while im sick.

Haven’t wrote smut for a while so this will probably be re-written when Im in my right mind

The taste of you was heavy on his tongue, so much so that every word, every breath was you, and only you. 

Balance. That's what the universe needs, enforced. A never-ending balance that no one, not ever the strongest or oldest of Entities challenged. Where there was light, there shall be dark and vice versa. Habit hated it. He hated seeing people heal, he hated seeing a familiar iridescent form from the corner of his eye. It was a never ending cycle; Habit would bring some undeserved wrath to some poor mortal unfortunate enough to have caught his eye, or maybe it was his hatred for the Slender Man that that pushed him, but nonetheless he’d drag out some unnecessary,torturous game that only he finds entertaining, and there you’d be. When Habit was created, born of hate and trickery; you were also brought forth. A being of an oh so tender light that even he could only stare in a curious awe. You were his balance, always there to counteract whatever damage he’d done. Habit hated you for a while, avoiding you for the longest, trying to reverse whatever you did; and for a while those feelings were mutual. You, still young and naive, believed that this was some kind of sick punishment that you’d somehow earned yourself in the brief moments you’d met the creators. Fos, your creator, a being of an eternal, cold light, caressed your cheek and sent you on your way, giving you favored blessings and best wishes. You were a favorite, a purer being that they’d created to serve as a buffer; sometimes you’d wish you weren’t. Habits, well habits made you sick. He’d toy with mortals like he was a creator himself,a god. And you’d mess with him back all the same, pulling his horn like appendages, calling him out on his name; a constant back and forth you'd both soon tire of.

“ You think you’re so much better than I, don’t you, pretty? “ his voice, rough and condescending, questioned, his many eyes all gazing down at you. 

“ Of course I do, mutt. I am better. ‘ You hated this man, if he even was one. It didn’t matter how many times you changed your form, he’d always make it his mission to make you feel small, weak. You couldn’t take much more after the Dark Ages, too much suffering and not enough time to fix it. You, and your brethren failed for many, many years. Fos, in all their luminal glory, felt pity upon you all, and gave most of you the sanctuary you needed to regain the lost energy and strength you’d lost during the seemingly endless wars and revolutions. It had been 798 years to be exact, and many things changed since that day. Ligo Fos, as your kind had come to be called, were ridded of your old appearances, no matter the differencing in forms. The small, branch like ‘horns’ fell, and your skin became soft, many ranges of colors that still felt limiting. 

‘ We must cater to the mortals, my dear children. ‘ Fos's voice was caring, yet stern. The Creator willed it, so as dutiful servants you must obey, lest you want to be repurposed. It would be alright. 

Time skip

Ligos Fos, elusive creatures known to heal the sick and punish the guilty. Beings of a light so bright that only artists can gaze upon. All these titles boosted your ego. Mortals viewed anything they didn’t understand as a higher being. They viewed your blessings as some mystical power that was your own. Laughable. 

As the sun rose and fell, you spent your days following your hellish counterpart. Trailing behind him wherever he went, fixing his wrongs. It was the late 90s when he caught on. Habit would flick his eyes to your hidden location and smile a cruel,twisted smirk that had only gotten worse than you remember it. Habit had changed, he wasn't a twiggy, short thing made of the darkest ink anymore. He’d grown into what mortals called a ‘man’. He’d taken on a vessel of sorts. A human man, barely reaching 19 summers at this point. You had to admit, he would be attractive once he grew into his looks. This ‘highschool’ and ‘college’ would be stressful, and human hormones would fluctuate often. Habit, or Evan, as he’d been calling himself nowadays, was almost dog-like, always chasing down something he shouldn’t, getting overly excited, etc. etc. His antics were cute to you, making you forget that this wasn’t this Evan person, whoever he was. This was Habit, your Habit. The same creature that mocked you, pulled at your cheeks until they were sore, muddied your outerwear. You felt pity for whoever Evan was, because you knew well enough that he was gone, his body nothing more than a husk for Habit to use and bend until it broke. For three years you did this, slowly getting closer and closer to the thing you’d been made with. Forced a bond in which you didn’t know how to work with or use in any way. 

For the longest it was awkward to say the least. Habit wanted nothing more than to make your life a living hell, doing the most trivial things to irk your nerves for the sake of it. 

“ Your cheeks puff up when you get upset, pretty. Did I upset the pretty dove? Ruffle your feathers? “ he, Evan, all but cackled his rough hands cupping your jaw. You were sure you hated him, but even you, in all your prideful ways, had to admit he was attractive. You scoffed at his statement, retreating out the door, your feet stomping angrily. He’d never let you live this down. Habit would call you brattish, daring you to object and ‘prove his point’; yet some part of you wanted that. A part of you that thought about the young man in facetious ways. Ways that would leave a damp spot in your panties. You suppressed these urges for the longest. Fos found it funny when you consulted them, thinking you were defective, broken. One had to admit, you’ve always been a theatrical type. Fos explained you were mature now, one of the first of their creations to fully mature actually; something that had you preening for a while. Fos sent you back to the mortal realm, with no instructions other than to get used to these urges, for they wouldn’t end now that they’ve started. And stars above they weren't wrong about that one bit. During the early months of spring you suffered. Your lower abdomen ached and your fingers didn’t provide you the relief you needed. After you found out about toys, they only satisfied you for about a year in total. By now, your ‘heats’ had begun to hurt progressively more. 

  ➞break

Habit knew something felt wrong. He felt something gnawing at the pit of his stomach, or a nagging voice in the back of the endless void he called a mind. Then it clicked for him. It was the turning of the seasons. Spring was approaching and he’d forgotten about it.. Habit mentally cursed himself. Quickly bringing the phone to cancel any and all plans or work he may have had the next week and a half. Sure his pockets would hurt for a while but he’d manage. After the first few days he began to feel the effects of his upcoming rut, and something told him it would be bad. His urge to nest and hoard was already something when he wasn’t being pumped full of unwanted hormones, but now? Now he’d be growling at air if he felt his space was being threatened. He’d spend his days shirtless, a pair of sweatpants hung loosely around his waist; a thin layer of sweat covered his body as he fanned himself. Habit’s house was on the verge of freezing, yet he still panted like a dog. What made it so much worse was that his cock ached, the tip a hot red now from past abuse and Habit still wasn’t satisfied. By now he was pushing 21 summers, well the vessel was anyways;  many of the entities Habit had familiarized himself with in the past now sired many cherub faced cambions, hell, a good many knocked up the Ligos they’d been balanced with when they were created alongside. One acquaintance spoke of how pretty her Ligos looked underneath her. Habit’s mind slowly drifted towards the idea of you, and how you’d look beneath his, whining and begging for him to fuck his cum back into your soaked hole, or maybe you’d beg him to stop, tell him you hated him and that he was lucky to even be this close to you in the first place. Habit laughed at the last thought, his cock twitched as he palmed himself through his pants. He’d have you. He needed to have the pleasure of seeing such an elusive, prideful creature reduced to a whimpering, blubbering mess below him, your voice cracking and begging for him to slow down, begging him to breed you. The mere thought of shooting his cum down your sopping hole made a guttural groan leave his throat as he continued to palm himself through his sweatpants. He ached for you, longed for you.

       -with you-

The empty feeling in your stomach was enough to make you whine. As much as you adored your Creator, they did little to help ease the tightness. Your hand was buried between your thighs, fingers soaked with your cum, and yet it still wasn’t enough. You needed something more than just your fingers and toys; you’d brought yourself to orgasm after fucking orgasm and yet you still felt wrong. Your body was slick with sweat at this point, the scent of sex heavy in the air around you. As you bit on the now clipped fingernail, listening to the rain outside the small glass window, sometimes you’d like to think that your savior would waltz out of the treeline to solve all your problems; you’d laugh at the childish thoughts then. Now you wish they would. You continued your daydreaming, oblivious to the creaking floorboards. You smelt him before you saw him. He smelt like teakwood and fire; he smelt like home, safety. 

‘ Habit. ‘ your voice croaked, hoarse from the screaming and whining you’ve done. Habit laughed, his voice gravelly as he continued. 

‘ So this is what my little starlight does in her freetime? Stuffing her cunt like whore? ‘ 

Habit laughed as he kicked himself off the doorframe to stalk closer to your now shaking body. You weren’t scared, but the anticipation, the adrenaline. You could taste it, it was addicting, for once in your life you allowed yourself to become addicted to it. Dark eyes raked across your body, taking note of how your nightwear clung to your sweat covered skin. You looked absolutely delectable like this, and you didn’t even know. Habit was an impatient being already, but what little patience he had left was thinning, the last string so close to popping before he allowed those urges he’d taken so long to suppress. The scent of sex made Habit lick his lips as he crawled atop you, muscles tense as his hands pulled at your sheets. Habit trailed open mouthed kissed down your neck and throat, leaving a trail of bites in his wake, hickeys would be a pain in the ass to cover tomorrow, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about the past resentment you had for this man, you didn’t care about the past teasing, arguments. Anything. All that mattered right now was him. 

Then he stopped, and gods above you wanted to tear his throat out. 

“ Tell me to stop dove. “ Habit’s voice was hushed, raspy even. He wanted you to tell him to stop, tell him to go fuck himself, find some cheap whore he could dispose of after he was done with them. He wanted you to tell him to go to hell, you weren’t like him, but yet here you were, shoving your head to the side, begging him not to stop. Your thighs pushed apart to fit his body against yours. To Habit, you didn’t want him to stop, no you wanted him to ruin you for anyone else, to leave an imprint of himself on your soul. A guttural growl left Habit’s throat as he bit down on your throat, a hand moving to grip your jaw. 

“ I told you to do something starlight, " the man spoke through gritted teeth, a cruel smile etching its way onto his face. Your eyes locked with his, dark eyes a flurry of emotions. Lust. Need. Somethings else you couldn’t name. To think you’re relearning each other after so long apart, and yet he still remembered which parts made you weak. A smile etched itself on your features just when you settled your hand against Habit’s that still lay resting on your jaw. When you turned your head to gently kiss his palm. 

“ If I wanted you to stop, I would've made you a while ago, Habit. '' your voice was muffled in his palm. “ And right now, I want you to ruin me. “ Habit’s eyes darkened at your words, pulling your hips closer to his, you almost whined at the feeling of his cock through the material of his pants. Habit’s lips were heavy against yours as he dragged his hands down your body, pawing at any exposed flesh he could feel, your soft nightwear being pushed out of the way for his preying hands to feel for more. You felt whole. His touch was electric, leaving sparks wherever his hands found sanctuary. Habit liked toying with his prey, feeding off their fear, their tears; and you were no exception. He’d tease, he’d edge if that's what it took for you to break before him. How long would you last? How long before you were fucked dumb? To braindead to speak coherent sentences? He’d find out. He’d find out if it took him all night and the next day. Habit’s hand slowly found itself between your thighs, the damp spot in your panties making him chuckle. His lips found your throat once again as his fingers traced your slit, gathering up your slick on his fingers before pushing them into your soaked hole. A breathy whine leaving you lips, eyes closing as your head lolled back into your pillow. Habit’s pace was slow, his fingers curling deliciously at that spot that made you want to scream. He wanted you to beg, to put your pride aside and ask him for your release that you craved so desperately. Maybe he’d be nice, maybe he’d set aside his usual cruelty and sadistic want and just give you what you wanted for once! 

“ Fat chance, pretty! Tell me what I want and then you can cum.” Habit was a bastard, he wouldn’t give anybody anything for free, what made you any different. And you gave in. You begged, borderline screamed pleas for him to just let you come undone, the familiar tightness in your stomach threatening to pop; but he didn’t allow it. Habit pried his fingers from your cunt and brought them to his lip. The sight was erotic, taboo. Watching him lick your slick off his fingers made your thighs close, or at least attempt to. Habit groaned and threw his head back, eyes closed as the corners of his mouth made a lopsided grin. “ Gods you taste better than I imagine dove. “ he voiced his praise, your cheeks felt hot as you averted your eyes. “ Please…” a weak plea left your lips. It was almost laughable to Habit, you were throwing a tantrum all because he wouldn’t let you get off? Cute, but he’d be nice just this once. His cock was painfully hard at this point, the tip a burning red as he pulled his pants down just enough to free his member. Your mouth practically watered at the sight, but there’d be another time you’d get to suck him dry. Your panties had long since been discarded, the fabric laying in tattered shreds on your floor somewhere alongside the promise to buy you more. You squirmed, trying to find any friction you could but Habit’s firm hands kept you still, his fingers sure to leave bruises with his grip on your hips. “ No no pretty, tell me what you want. “ he chided, a sadistic grin on his face. His hair clung to his forehead, a sheen of sweat coating his body as his muscles tensed. He was holding back, waiting for those words to fall out of your mouth, and gods was it worth the wait. “ Please gods! Please just fuck me Habit! Use me! I don’t care just let me cum-” your sentence was cut short as Habit thrusted his cock into you without so much as a warning, tears pricking your eyes from the sudan intrusion. Something between a growl and groan left the man’s throat. Your warmth sucked him in. Habit gave you a brief moment to adjust before his pace was quickened, his grip on your hips bruising as your back arched. His intent was to breed you, mark your insides as his. You were his. His to hold, his to kiss, his to breed. The thought of you round with his children made his cock twitch. You’d be such a good mother, such a doting mate. Your sweet sounds filled his ears, urging him on. Habit was running on pure instinct at that moment, no words were spoken between you two, because they didn’t need to be. A hand left your hip to press on your stomach, a toothy smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss away the stray tears that fell from your eyes. You looked so pretty, all fucked out, dazed, and all from his cock. “ Aw is my little dove all fucked out? To dumb on cock to speak now? “ Habit cackled as he left soft slaps to your cheek, and all you could do was nod. Your brain long fried as he fucked his cock into you. Gargled pleas left your lips, yet you didn’t know what you were begging for at this point. For him to stop? Fuck you harder? He didn’t care, all Habit cared about was fucking you full of his kids. Habit groaned as your cunt squeezed his cock, a rough smack landed on your thigh making you jump. His dark eyes met yours as he hissed out a threat “ You better not fucking cum yet. Not until I say so. “. He left no room for objection, so all you could do was whine and take it, cunt fluttering around his cock as he mixed degrading words with his filthy praises. A high-pitched whine left your throat as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh and burying your face into his shoulder; your pleas falling on deaf ears. You begged, cried, pleaded for Habit to just let you cum, that you’d do anything. Habit’s voice was hoarse as he laughed, a grunt heaved from his throat. 

Your vision turned white as you came. It took a few moments to come back to your senses and even then they were fried. Everything felt fuzzy almost, hazy. Habit, panting and showering you with sloppy kisses and half-formed praises lay on top of you. His weight was nice, you felt protected and warm. “ You’ll be such a good little mate won’t you? “ he grinned, wiping the stray hairs from your forehead before planting a kiss on it. “ Such a good mother too? Maybe I’ll just keep you plugged so it takes? You’d like that wouldn’t you pretty? You want to make me happy don’t you? Yeah, you do. “ His voice was background noise to you at this point, but his words made you smile. You felt whole, full. No longer longing for something you couldn’t have or couldn’t reach. Habit hummed as he stroked your face, watching you doze every now and then. You’d keep him happy enough for now. And busy.

 “ Oh don’t think I’m done yet, starlight, I’m just gracious enough to give you a break! Say thank you, why don’t you? “ 

can u do a pt2 of ur habit fic where he continues to overstimulate the reader!! I love ur writing btw XD

im so glad you like my writing!!! sorry this took me a hot second!! I wasn't sure if you wanted a direct continuation, so I kinda just ran with it. I hope it was worth the wait <3

Plaything Cnt. (HABIT x Male Reader SMUT)

WARNINGS: biting, overstimulation, hair pulling, tiny bit of blood

Habit huffs, putting his face in your hair. His weight on top of you keeps you in place, and the arm he has locked around you keeps you flush against him. His cock still is buried inside you, and you’ve lost track of how long you’ve been on the floor. You are, however, painfully aware of the cum dripping down your thighs and soaking into your jeans, and the drool pooling underneath your chin. You're not sure he ever softened inside you, but a slight adjustment of your hips has his dick throbbing. You let out a drawn-out groan of defeat as you feel his hips rutting against yours again. Habit takes the opportunity to lazily take your pants off the rest of the way. He runs a hand through your hair like he’s petting you, and aside from not killing you, it’s the nicest thing he’s done so far.

Habit decides that fucking you into the carpet is too boring. He sits up on his knees, opting to lift you by your thighs, folding you in half, and pressing your back flush against his chest. You feel his dick twitch inside of you, and already your cock is hardening again. Habit doesn’t move at all, rather moving you up and down his length like a human fleshlight. It starts off slow, but even that's enough to have your dick throbbing painfully from the overstimulation. He has his face pressed into the crook of your neck, huffing and growling animalistically as he steadily quickens his pace. You let out a strangled whine as he runs his tongue up the side of your neck, biting down hard once he reaches the base of your jaw. 

Your sensitivity is cranked up to a thousand it feels like—hot tears streaming down your face as you let out strings of pitiful whines. Habit bucks his hips up now, meeting you in the middle each time he slams you down. He's escalated to a harsh, almost punishing pace—turning your whines into full-on screams. You're seeing stars as Habit brings you to another, almost painful orgasm. Cum shoots out in long spurts that all land on your stomach, covering you in a sticky mess. 

Habit quickens his pace somehow, making it so each of his thrusts are felt throughout your entire body. It’s not too long until he rips another orgasm from you, along with an attempt at ripping a chunk of flesh out of your shoulder with his teeth. He, instead, settles for drawing blood. He licks up his mess, leaving a trail of his spit and your blood as cum smears over your stomach and thighs for the whatever-th time today. Your moans have been reduced to full-on sobbing—you’re overstimulated to the point of it being painful—and, for some reason, you can't help but enjoy it.

You’ve lost track of how much cum is on you, and how many bites and hickies litter your shoulders, and you’re not entirely able to feel your legs, but you absolutely adore it, regardless of the tears streaking down your face. You think Habit is, too. He’s growling and snarling and he has his mouth on any skin it can reach. He’s practically drooling over you. He just can’t handle how good your skin tastes, or how pretty the sounds you make are. Habit takes a mouthful of the back of your neck, sucking a deep purple hickey into your skin. He’s marking you, and somehow that makes everything ten times hotter. Oh, how possessive he’s being—you relish in it. You truly adore the idea of being his.

Habit is so deep inside you that you wouldn’t be surprised if he actually is rearranging your guts. You don’t know how he’s managed to keep the violent pace he set steady, but then again, he’s not exactly human, and you aren’t exactly complaining. By now, you aren't even bothering to hold your head up. You’re drooling and babbling out half-baked pleas, and all you get in response from Habit is a taunting laugh and a condescending spiel as you finish again—shooting blank this time.

“Oh, bunny, you shouldn’t beg; it’s not polite,” he smiles, sweat dripping down his forehead as he presses his cheek to yours. “But, since you were so inclined,” Habit says, laying you back onto the floor rather suddenly—like you’re nothing more than a ragdoll to him. He put you back in a low doggy style, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back for leverage. At this point, his hand squeezing your hip was the only thing keeping you off the floor. He’s almost drooling over you. In fact, you think he is based on the slow drips hitting you back. His thrusts are becoming erratic and messy, but they keep the same roughness they have the whole time. As his thrusts become more shallow, he’s growling audibly. His grip on both your hair and hip tightens, leaving little time before you feel his dick twitch inside of you, filling you up with hot, sticky spurts of cum—enough to send you over the edge one more time.

Habit’s breathing is a labored pant. His hand moves from your hair to around your chest, holding you against his own. He sighs, and almost gently presses a long kiss to the back of your head. He acts almost tenderly towards you, as if the past hours of testing you like his very own personal cumdump had never happened. His breathing evened, his panting turning into long, deliberate breaths. Habit tightens his hold on you just slightly, and after a deep inhale, he begins to speak.

“I really think I’m starting to love you, rabbit.”

HEY EMH TUMBLR

I’m looking for a specific HABIT x Reader fic.

It was sort of angsty. Basically, HABIT and reader fight, he throws a lamp (I think) and breaks the readers arm. Reader leaves the house and starts to fuck off into the woods. Eventually, Firebrand finds them, and tells them that they are actually leaving HABIT’s pocket dimension; he’s letting them go. When Firebrand asks which one we choose, we choose to go back to HABIT. And we find him basically catatonic, staring at a static tv screen and laying in a pile of our clothes. There’s a bit more after that but J can’t remember it.

IF ANYONE COULD HELP ME FIND THIS FIC, IT WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED.

Edit: I fucking found it!!! https://www.tumblr.com/creepy-bi-day/622473551066382336/aye-aye-capain-habit-and-his-mate-are

Do you think you could possibly do period comfort hcs (if that makes you comfortable) with some of the emh/mh crew? (You don’t have to do them all, literally it’s whoever you’d like to write for) Our new manager is kinda mean, and these cramps are not helping- I am a sad little puddle of pain, who desperately needs a hug/cuddle ; ;

Aw, I hope your cramps are better anon! I picked HABIT, Evan, Jay, and Brian! Reader is afab but gender neutral :)

HABIT

HABITs got a weird sixth sense thing where he knows when you’re gonna to be on your period before you do. He doesn’t know how he knows. Or at least he says he doesn’t. 

He doesn’t have a lot to help with pain relief (another area that’s the opposite of his usual job), but Evan left an old bottle of ibuprofen in the bathroom. You probably don’t need a heating pad, every person HABIT possesses runs super warm, he’s like a heated body pillow. 

Beyond that he’s taken to his new best way of trying to comfort you, you on his lap and a cat on yours. Both of them are purring (HABIT’s sounds more like a growl), and HABIT is petting you with one hand and the cat with the other.

Evan

Evan doesn’t have to deal with periods anymore, but when he did have them he relied on exercise to help! Yoga’s a great cooldown for a workout but relaxing the muscles also helps a lot with cramps. 

If you’re willing, he’ll roll out two yoga mats and show you every move he knows that’ll help. If you’re into it he’d be so so into a workout date. When you aren’t in pain of course.

His main focus is trying to make you feel better, obviously. But if he happens to show off how strong and flexible he is while doing it, that’s a bonus :)

Afterwards, he makes some snacks and lets you pick out something from his movie collection, and you two snuggle in a blanket on the couch.

Jay

Jay’s also got firsthand experience here! His ideal way of dealing with cramps was just laying down face first on his bed, directly on top of a heating pad. If you want that, boy does he have a set up for you!

He preferred to be left alone when he was in the worst of cramps, so he might assume you would want that too. He’s set up his bed all nice for you, just grab his sleeve before he can leave and tug him in to cuddle beside you.

He brings his laptop to bed so you guys can spend all day watching YouTube videos and going on random internet forums. You guys have fallen down so many obscure internet drama rabbit holes.

Brian

Brian knows what he’s doing in caring for you! He’s as knowledgeable as he can be on a thing he hasn’t experienced. He’s the only guy on this list who hasn’t had a period.

As soon as you bring it up he’s asking what he can do for you, you need pain killers? Favorite drink or a treat? You just wanna cuddle in bed for a while? He’s getting out extra blankets and pillows right now.

He’s also taking care of anything you have to do around the house. He’s not letting you do chores, you’re literally bleeding, lay back down!

What do the guys do when asked to get pads/tampons?

Forgets what you wanted, grabs the first thing they see: HABIT

Remembers and gets what you asked for: Jay

Remembers what you asked for but sends a “What size pussy you got” text cause they think it’s funny: Evan, Brian

could i get a habit + evan with an autistic reader who has a horror special interesr? :3

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Warnings: HABIT is here 

Author’s Snip: My autistic (I'm diagnosed) ass is so happy that I got this. Sorry for the wait, I've been getting out of my finals funk and all of that. 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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HABIT

Loves it honestly

He's a bit mean and picks on you about how invested you are about horror but in the way that HABIT is lightheartedly teasing you

He mainly tease you about being interested in fictional horror when he could show you the real thing

I say this only semi-seriously but honestly, he is the evil autism creature, I've seen memes about it on here. You bitches agree

Evan

Honestly, him too

Evan is like... there's something about him as a character that just is so neurodivergent /pos

And I love him for that

he loves talking about horror with you and it's an interest of his too

You guys can hyper fixate together and if that isn't the autism4autism dream then I don't know what is bestie

What I write!!!

(ANGST SMUT AND FLUFF ACCEPTED!)

The Walking Dead

Supernatural

The Last Of Us

Horror

Ghost (The Band)

Call of Duty

Stranger Things

The Outsiders

What We Do In The Shadows

Hannibal

Sam and Colby

Inside Job

Bojack Horseman

Jersey Shore

CBS Ghosts

Ride the Cyclone

Psych

Everymanhybrid

Marble Hornets

Creepypasta

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Useless//Habit x Reader

sfw/no warnings

sorry this took so long im sorta lazy ://

You know he’s an evil man, not even man, thing more likely. You know you shouldn’t. But how can you resist when he’s grinning at you and holding doors for you. Even he knows he’d let the door slam in anyone else’s face.

He knows you’re shy, easy to get under your skin, that’s why you’re his favorite. Habit may be ruthless to Vin or Jeff, but god forbid if he ever was to raise his voice at you.

There you are, sitting on Vin’s porch with your knees to your chest. The storm has just begun and rain is pouring. You can hear Habit cackling in the house, teasing and terrorizing the others.

“How did it come to this?” You think, playing with the loose strings on your clothing. No one even noticed you were outside, at least you thought.

Memories replayed in your mind. How you would sit and listen to Habit, not yell or try to rile him up. You listened with purpose, and that’s what he adored.

Yeah messing with Vin and Jeff did cause him joy, but oh how he felt when you would include him in stuff. The others only wanted to get answers from him, treated him how he should be treated. You couldn’t argue, he had a cold heart.

That’s when you noticed the door swinging open, jumping at the sudden movement and sound. You gasped and turned around, looking at the man hovering over you.

He’s wearing his Death Proof hat, a plain shirt and some worn out baggy jeans. Habit’s smirking and it does no help with the butterflies in your stomach. He sits downs next to you and huffs.

“Hey..Everything okay?” You ask softly, observing how he’s hiding his face in his hands. All he does is groan and mumble incoherently. You go to ask again but he lifts his head and turns to stare at you.

“You ever yearn for something you can’t have?” He speaks, his voice is shaky, it’s something he’s definitely been hiding. You sit and think about it. “Mm, yeah I guess. Why?” You respond. This doesn’t seem like Habit, you wonder if parts of Evan is coming out.

Habit examines your face, then your hands, then back to your face. “What can’t you have?” You ask, slowly placing your hand atop of his. He jumps a bit, like he’s surprised you’re willing to touch him.

“I gotta go.” He says emotionlessly, staring at you. He stands up quickly and rushes back inside, grabbing his jacket and heading to his car. Your mouth is agape as he passes you down the stairs.

You watch as he drives away, a cold and staticky feeling washes over you. You feel like screaming, but nothing will come out. Is this for the best? Is this something that was suppose to happen?

You try not to overthink it, standing up and going back inside. Jeff is standing in the kitchen, holding a cup and observing you. Has he been watching? Didn’t he go with Vinny downstairs.

You shake it off your mind and head upstairs to your bedroom.

Rubbing my hands together like a evil fly

What's up pookie how are you, I have another request of it's okay :3

Some sfw and NSFW headcanons for Tim and Evan?

(the volleyball ones were so good I was giggling and kicking my legs ngl)

-🐟

HIII FISHY !! i'm soso happy you liked them :33 lmk if any of this should change !!

[NSFT] 🚬☠️ Tim Wright / Evan Myers x gn!reader sft and nsft headcanons :)

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Tim :

[SFT]

sappy guy honestly

he's got a lot of walls for you to get through, but as soon as you do he's the SWEETEST

he's a family man i can tell you that

whether that's y'all and some kids or y'all and some pets is up to you

he's the kinda guy to slow dance in the kitchen with you, quietly humming and tracing small circles into your back

he feels so guilty for it, but he does have a lot of reoccurring nightmares given what he's been through

he made need space, he may need comfort, but he just doesn't want you to be scared

that's honestly a major fear of his, making you scared of him in any way

it's a lot of his job and day to day, but he doesn't wanna do that to you. he knows you, he's let you into his life, he wants to keep you there

he honestly and truly does his best to keep you happy

he knows he can't get you everything he wishes he could, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try to make it up to you in other ways

[NSFT]

SPEAKING OF OTHER WAYYSSS

lord have mercy does this man love to praise you

every little thing you do, every little noise you make, he thinks it's the sweetest thing

not to say he won't be absolutely demolishing you, but he's definitely gonna be whispering deep, gravely praises into your ear while he does it

you have an almost constant hum of a low, "yeahh, that feel good, pretty? doin' so good for me, just a little more, i know you've got it in ya"

LOOOVES FUCKING YOU FROM THE BACK 🗣️

the control he has to use you however he wants reaaally gets him going

and he likes that you get to be as loud as you want, since most of the time he lasts long enough for your arms give out holding your body up that you're just a moaning mess against the pillows

he has

a secret

that he is EMBARRASSEDDDDDD about

it makes his head spin when you mark up his neck

he's so sensitive, poor thing has to grab onto your hips with a vice grip to keep himself grounded

if you catch him in the right moment while you're riding him and go for his neck, it's one of the few times you can hear him whimper

Evan :

[SFT]

HE IS SUCH A GOOF

complete dork and we love him for it

he's so obviously head over heels for you and it's the sweetest

if you like to talk about drama from work, school, etc he is PERFECT for over the top reactions

i feel like you guys have a lot of those moments where if there's a beat of silence in a conversation or just in general as soon as you guys make eye contact you burst out laughing at literally nothing

likes to play his music LOUDD

especially in the shower or while he's cleaning he is jamming way tf out and he absolutely wants you to join him

i think physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time are big things for him, so even if you're just there sitting on the couch while he's blasting music and smiling at him, he's over the moon

he's so silly and such a sap he'd do anything for you ☹️

[NSFT]

i can't imagine a world where Evan isn't loud

loves having you on top, you having any kind of control over him makes him melt

he is such a mess when he gets head

he's grabbing at anything he can, throwing his head back to let out whimpers and moans of your name

"o-ohh my god- babe please, please please it's s'much-"

HE CAN BE A SWEETHEART SOFT DOM THO

pressing your legs against your chest, panting and whimpering while trying his best to stay focused and keep an actual rhythm but you just feel so good around him his hips stutter and jolt against the back of your thighs

he always loves getting to see your face during anything

he wants to know he's doing good, and if he gets to watch your eyes roll back and hear you gasp out his name it's all he needs

he likes to talk you through it 😛

you could be on top riding him and as soon as he knows you're close he'd have a hand gripping your thigh or holding your hand, his voice low and adoring at he tells you "come on, baby, i got you, cum for me. i'm right here, i knoww, it feels so good, huh?"

Warmup Drabble!

⊹ฺ Characters: HABIT (EverymanHYBRID)

⊹ฺ Contains: Reader sucking on HABIT's thumb; Potential Dom/Sub or Predator/Prey vibes; Suggestive?; A (1) mention of choking; minors/ageless blogs DNI, please! ♡

⊹ฺ Note: Just a quick warmup since I haven't written anything for fun in a second! :)

(The first paragraph or two was also just sitting in my notes forever, haha.)

"Come on, bunny." Habit rasps, pulling your bottom lip down with the rough pad of his thumb before letting it go again. "Open up." Without a second thought, your lips part and his thumb enters your mouth, pressing down against your tongue.

You can't help the small squeak that escapes your throat at the taste of his skin. The metallic taste of blood would always come as a shock to you, no matter how many times you had tasted it. He just chuckles at your reaction, using the fingers cradling your cheek to give you a soft tap. You swallow at his silent praise.

You feel your body tense under his vaguely amused gaze. Habit's waiting for you to start working, and you don't know why you sat still in the first place. Your tongue moves as far back into your mouth as it can before the tip brushes against the rough pad of his thumb. Habit lets one of his brows raise higher as he watches your lips move slightly around his thumb, feeling your tongue work against his thumb.

Habit's eyes move from your lips further up your face and he lets himself grin. Your cheeks have the slightest tint to them and he can feel the warmth. Habit pushes his thumb further into your mouth watching as your eyes start to glaze over with your submission. You're cute like this.

However, within the seemingly soft moment Habit created with you, he finds himself wishing he had used his fingers instead of his thumb so he could watch you choke.

HABIT X Reader General NSFW Headcanons

(Old post)

No major warnings here, general warning for HABIT but there’s not really any violence involved

HABITs not that sexual of a guy. He’s not opposed to it, it’s just never really been at the front of his mind. There’s far more fun ways to make a person scream in his opinion.

That being said, I think he’d just match his partners pace. If you’ve got a libido that wants to go every night, he can do that just fine. You wanna do it like, once a month, tops? He’s good with that too.

Evans got a slightly above average length, above average girth. HABITs true form will destroy your insides please don’t try it.

You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about with kinks around him. He might (will) tease, but nothing’s really taboo for him. 

Literally the worst with edging. He’ll sit on the couch, tv on and you in his lap, fingers in you to the knuckle, and the moment you get close he just stops moving. If you complain about it he’ll just coo about how cute you look when you’re frustrated and curl his fingers in just the right spot to get you to quiet down again. This can continue for hours unless you beg.

He really likes to watch you. If he comes home and you’re getting off by yourself, he’ll just watch. He won’t draw attention to himself but he’s not hiding either. Just standing in the door frame until you see him or finish. He won’t offer to help either, if you see him and stop he’ll just wave his hand for you to keep going, if you want something you’ll have to beg ask him nicely.

Major corruption kink. He wouldn’t seek out an inexperienced partner but if you were 👀

He just really likes the thought of someone losing their virginity to/discovering new kinks because of a demon.

He’s never actually done it but he’s joked about using his ability to inhabit multiple people for sex. One HABIT’s already a lot to deal with, be careful if you bring it up.

He’s really into predator/prey, his ideal foreplay is just chasing you through the woods with a knife.

He’ll pin you to the ground, knife pressed *just* enough to your neck that you’re aware it’s there, you beg for your life saying “oh I’ll do anything if you’ll let me live” and he fucks you into the dirt. He’ll also probably cut your clothes off with said knife, don’t wear something you’re attached to during this.

One of his real victims tried this once. It didn’t work but he giggles about it sometimes.

I feel like this is a basic kink thing for demons. Human begging for their life is the demonic equivalent to the “I ordered a pizza but I don’t have any money” porno

oddly specific maybe, but could you please write a smut fic w habit and a reader thats the lead singer in a band? gn or ftm, either or X3

I love this one!! I'm so sorry for the wait :(( I hope you like it!! This is a the first time someone requested a ftm fic and I love it.

HABIT x FTM,lead singer Reader

WARNINGS: biting, blood, mild possessiveness, idk playful slut shaming?

I envisioned gerard ways stage performances when I wrote this I hope that comes through

The set had just ended, and lord was it a high-energy show. By the time you’re done packing up, you’re still covered in glitter and sweat, your throat is raw and sore, and all you can think about is falling face-first into the bed of your motel and sleeping for a week. And that’s just what you do.

Not long after picking up, you’re struggling with a finicky keycard. You sigh, jamming the keycard in the slot and shoving your shoulder against the door. Surprisingly, that worked. You open the door to see Habit sitting on the bed in the center of the room, staring you down with a sinister grin that you don't take the time to acknowledge. Instead, you walk straight to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. As you wash your hands, Habit greets you in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe and staring you down. You give him a look as you shake the water off your hands, waiting for him to say something.

“I saw you out there. Pretty impressive, y’know.” His voice is plain, you can’t tell if he’s genuinely impressed or not. He seems bitter. You roll your eyes light-heartedly as you walk past him, sitting on the edge of the bed to take your shoes off. “Was the moaning into the mic really necessary though?” There it is! He’s being a jealous bastard. You let out a small laugh before tossing your shoes towards the door.

“Well, yeah, it’s written into the song.” You put your feet up on the bed, stretching yourself out and thanking everything that you chose semi-comfortable clothes to perform in.

“I know damn well it wasn’t! C’mon, you really did not need the fan service.” You aren’t paying much attention to what Habit’s saying, you’re more focused on the fact that he’s within perfect kicking range. So you kick him. Gently, of course, but enough to earn a surprised scoff. He throws his head back, putting the back of his hand against his forehead theatrically in mock betrayal. “I can’t believe you! First, you act like a harlot on stage, and now this! I just can’t believe you.” You scoff in response, putting your hand to your chest.

“Harlot?” You say in mild surprise. “Who do you think you are?” You sit up, supporting yourself with your hands behind you.

“Oh sorry, would you prefer manwhore? A complete and total slut?” You laugh, but Habit seems very committed to being serious. You take the opportunity to play tackle him, which quickly ends with you being pinned against the bed. He’s very proud of his victory, and you suppose you’ll let him have that. He moves to press a rather aggressive kiss to your lips, and that’s all it takes to make you aggressively aware of how this is gonna work out. You can’t help but wonder how much glitter is gonna be on Habit at the end of this. He trails one of his hands up your torso, landing it right on your throat for higher leverage. He squeezes lightly, just enough to constrict your breathing uncomfortably. He bites your lip, shoving his tongue in your mouth the second you open it. As soon as you let your guard down his hands are all over you.

Habit moans into your mouth, moving his knee in between your legs, pressing against your crotch. You yelp when he nips at your tongue, slapping his shoulder and getting your wrist pinned above your head as a result. He spends a while feeling you up like that before moving down to bite your neck, and he bites hard. You think he’s trying to rip out your jugular the way his teeth are digging into you, and when you try to shove him off, he just bites down harder. You’re so sure you’re bleeding, but by the time he gets off you his hand is down your pants, fingers toying with your tdick. He gives you a long, deep kiss before pulling away.

“Oh so loud rabbit. Tellin’ everyone around how good I’m making you feel, huh?” You nod, closing your eyes tight. It really shouldn’t feel this good, but being on the road and all, you haven't really been touched in weeks. He teases your entrance a while before shoving his middle and ring finger into you, angling everything just right—you just about cry, and he’s not even close to done yet. He’s not even making an attempt to stretch you out, he’s just looking for reasons to mock you for being sensitive. “Rabbit I’m surprised, you normally last a lot longer than this don’t you?” He speaks so condescendingly, leaning down, his cheek against yours, and you're pressed tightly against him. He couldn’t have been touching you for more than three minutes, and you’re already at your first whining orgasam.

Now, Habit is lifting you off the bed slightly, enough to get your pants down and as soon as they're off he's undoing his own. He just can't help it, I mean how else is he gonna prove you're his? You deserve a treat after such a good performance. Or maybe you deserve a punishment for painting yourself like that in front of so many people. Habit can't decide which, so he'll mix both. He barely has to line himself up he knows your body so well, and as soon as he's ready—which is the second he has the chance—he's ramming into you so hard you're about 80% sure he's gonna shatter your cervix if he goes on like that.

All of it aside, Habit still has you screaming and grabbing at the sheets like your life depends on it. He keeps his pace and intensity as he bends down to suck dark hickies into your neck. The combination of him biting—practically chewing on your neck and how full he's making you is almost unbearable. It's just not enough for Habit, though, so he has absolutely no choice but to reach a hand down and jerk you off. That sends you into an absolute frenzy—you're arching your back, pressing yourself against him and simultaneously trying to get away from him, and he's not sure if he's amused or annoyed by your defiance. He moves to grab both of your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head and getting more aggressive with his biting. This time, you know he drew blood, ‘cause when he comes up to kiss you it's dripping down his chin and smeared across his lips, and when he goes in for a kiss you taste it—salty and metallic.

Habit moves down to lick up the blood he drew, and as he does so he hits something just right it makes your dick twitch and throb against his fingers. He moves just a little faster, almost growling. “C'mon rabbit, cum for me cum on my dick.” You nod, moaning his name loud enough the people next door bang on the connecting wall. Habit laughs, leaning in to lick all the way up the side of your face.

“My good rabbit, huh?”

I’m a person of my word, I shall write the habit/reader br33ding k!nk since y’all hurting for it

HABIT X Reader

Warnings: it’s HABIT so mild mentions of violence and blood, him being kinda creepy.

HABIT loves calling his s/o pet names. Rabbit or bunny are the most common ones but he’ll occasionally switch it up with love, pet, or angel. 

He goes out and comes home at random hours of the day, usually covered in gore. If he comes home late enough he just flops into bed beside you, not bothering to take off his shoes or blood soaked clothes. 

Cleaning blood from blankets is a pain but don’t bother asking him to stop getting them dirty in the first place, he thinks it’s funny to watch you try and get it off.

Actually maybe don’t bother cleaning up the blood at all, it always comes back.

Also while HABIT doesn’t need sleep, his vessels do. He pushes them to the limit on sleep though. You usually go to bed alone but you might wake up to him asleep beside you, or- rarely- sitting in a chair across from the bed. Watching you like he thought you’d disappear if he looked away.

I hope you’re okay hearing about how he tortured someone to death cause that’s his default small talk. Ask how his day was and you get an in depth tutorial on how to remove a mans heart and show it to him before he dies.

HABIT also has a tendency to switch vessels. Like, a lot. He keeps most of them as regulars- he’s not about to let Evan go any time soon- but he gets bored easy. His record was a new body every day for a week.

If HABIT stays in a body for long enough he might pick up on the likes and dislikes the person has. He started to find video games interesting after he possessed Evan for a while, and very rarely uses Evans old Xbox 360. He’s decent at the games but he thinks it’s more fun to taunt people over the microphone. Someone threatened to doxx HABIT cause he killed them in CoD and HABIT actually doxxed them on the EMH twitter.

If asked, he’d say him not killing you was his way of showing he cares, but he actually has several love languages. Acts of service and gift giving are the strongest ones. If you need or want anything, you’ve only got to mention it and it’ll be taken care of within the week. The book you mentioned wanting is on the counter, and the screwy faucet’s been fixed. If you ask him about it he just shrugs.

 For receiving he really likes quality time and touch. He won’t say anything on it but you’re the only person he’ll go out of his way to spend time with. Sitting beside him on the couch, even if you aren’t interacting beyond that means a lot to him. For touch, he initiates it a lot. He keeps an arm around you basically anytime you’re next to him, and when he thinks you’re asleep he’ll latch onto you like a koala until morning or til he falls asleep. If you notice, don’t mention it to him. He will get defensive.

He won’t say I love you for a long, long, time. If you say it to him you either get a grunt, or him teasing you for loving something as evil as him.

He’d actually rather die than admit it but you make him feel soft. He’s a demon, literally the physical embodiment of evil, and he falls for a human. Something so small and fragile. He’d kill gods for you.

For the spicy requests: perhaps a lil possessiveness from the emh guys? Do what you want w this lol

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Warnings: HABIT is here, mentions of sex, hickeys, bite marks, possessive sex, and making out. This is smutty. I basically wrote smut

Author’s Snip: Honestly I was just ripping off the bandaid with this 

Notes: You can tell that I simp for Evan and HABIT the most lol

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

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Evan

So I mentioned before that Evan gets real possessive over you

Not in the "he won't let you do anything kind of way", more in the "he wants people to know your with him and shouldn't bother trying to flirt with you kind of way"

So if you two go out somewhere and someone starts trying to chat you up in a way that clearly indicates that their flirting with you

Evan just joins in a bit but he's making sure he knows that they don't have a chance since your already taken

"Yeah, my partner is really hot, huh?" "They are really funny. I'm so happy to be in a relationship with them."

He's just passively beating the fact that you're his into their head so that they'll fuck off

Okay now to actually get spicy

I feel like the possessive feeling doesn't go away easily so that might lead to him grabbing some of your handles and maybe not really keeping his hands to himself

And once you get home, y'all might end up having some possessive sex

But only if you want though, consent is very important to Evan. He wouldn't do anything until you tell him or he knows that you want it to happen

However, if you're down then don't be surprised when he starts saying shit like "You like it when I fuck you like this" and making you say his name

This sort of lets the possessive-ness melt off of him so that it doesn't cause anything like a fight the next time someone tries to hit on you

But by the end of it it's all good and he's back to being his usual self

100% the morning after he's letting you wear his shirt or something

Vinny

I feel like Vinny always wants attention

So if he gets possessive, he tries to get you to pay attention to him

He does get a bit whiny about if you're not

But in all honestly, the possessive-ness goes way if you kiss and make out with him a bit

Idk why but I feel like that will mostly just make it go away since in making out with him, you're paying attention to him and only him

The possessive-ness rarely ends up in sex but if it does it's honestly just regular plain sex

Maybe give you a little hickey for a small bit of good measure and then all is good

Jeff

There's always a hickey on you

Jeff doesn't get possessive or jealous at all as far as he knows

He's a very chill kind of guy

But there's always a hickey on you, and that's honestly just because he's affectionate like that

He'll just mindlessly give you one

That might be why Jeff never gets possessive, because he's already done something that implies that you're with someone like your hickeys

Or when you go around wearing a shirt or something of his that you probably accidentally took when you were throwing on something to wear after having fucked the other night

So he kind of doesn't need to have that stuff go off in him

You kind of already have things set

HABIT

We know damn well that HABIT is possessive as fuck and that he holds no mercy

Okay I'm gonna level with y'all here. As a HABIT simp in appreciate the whole idea of you and HABIT constantly be fucking, I really do

But I feel like HABIT only really fucks when he knows that you're horny

But judging by how horny y'all are for this bitch half the time, it's still gonna be constant

I won't go into detail but when you two fuck it's like... a lot

The fact that you're alive and or didn't need to go to the ER is a miracle

The possessive-ness is always there with him

You are HIS

So he makes sure whenever you go somewhere, even if no one knows who he is, he makes sure people always can see that you belong to someone

Bestie...

There's literally bite marks on you along with some deep looking hickies

You look like a chew toy /j