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spittingbloodandscreaming · 4 months

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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?”

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desireesfics · 2 months

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bad habits.

pairing: dealer!ellie x reader.

summary: when you were a kid you had always put a pillow or a big stuffed animal between your legs, you honestly felt comfort by it. but tonight you decided it was going to be somebodies head.

warnings: uh widely ellie giving head?, use of drugs, girls kissing 🤯, swearing, a little bit of dacryphilia, pretty self-indulgent i know its weird im sorry — MINORS DNI !!

a/n: just because the strikes ended does not mean you shouldnt stop posting about palestine!

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you were helpless, depressed even. being locked up in your dorm for god knows how long. your friends had been nagging you about various parties on campus, you simply just left them on read, not wanting to deal with the aftermath of the party.

it wasnt until now that you had decided to go. not because you wanted to, you were going against your own will.

your friends, isabella, mattie and thea were forcing you out of your dorm because the state you were in right now was just honestly disgusting.

you were packing a bag to go over to isabellas house because they werent letting you stay in that dorm for a minute more, when thea said. “youve been stuck in here for forever, we havent seen you in awhile, we miss you girl.”

you sighed, reaching over to your closet to find an outfit appropriate for tonight. “look i know, things just havent been the best right now.” you didnt bother to look back because you know all thats going to be written on their faces will be pity.

“can you guys help me pick an outfit atleast?” they squeal, marching over to you before yanking you out of their ways.

mattie held up a dress, it was pink, delicate, something you would were on a picnic.

“dude, thats so basic.” isabella called out from the side, rolling her eyes at matties choice.

“i dont wear stuff like this— how would i fucking know?” she huffed.

“calm down guys, why dont we let ms depresso give us an idea of what she wants?” thea shouts over the teo annoyingly loud girls.

“i— depresso? seriously? not even funny.” you roll your eyes before pulling up pinterest on your phone, you always managed to find decent outfits off of the app.

you typed in ‘party outfits aesthetic.’ before you landed on something similar you had in your closet.

the outfit had a mini, mini, mini, mini black skirt paired with a black lettuce-cut, corset bralette looking thingy and just below that, knee-high boots. you admit it, you looked hot as fuck.

“damn girl, if i were gay id definitely hit you up.” way to go isabella, way to go.

“oh please youre totally into girls, youre acting like you dont eye that dina girl everytime we walk around her area on campus.” mattie adds.

isabella did everything in her will power to ignore the comment, but she couldnt help but blush.

the look of approval shot around the room was hilarious and you all burst out into laughter. you really havent felt this good in awhile.

quickly memorising the girl mattie had mentioned before, you could remember she would always be hanging around with someone else.

“hey, any of you know the girl dina hangs with? i cant think of her name.” you think hard, like really hard, you knew the girl was attractive from all the times you had seen her since isabella coincidentally hung there too.

“yeah, her names ellie, i buy from her sometimes. why, you got the hots for her?” thea teases.

“just shut up and give me her insta.” you roll your eyes, playfully shoving the girl as the two others made ‘oooooh’ sounds.

“fine, just give me a second.” thea whips out her phone and starts going through her following. she clicks on a profile and holds the phone up to you so you could get a good look.

her account was private, by the looks of it she had a batman smoking weed profile picture? interesting.. her user was ‘@ellieisawesome327.’

sounds like a name some 5 year old would put on secretly. “oh, interesting.” you couldnt help but giggle, she obviously wasnt the best at using this stuff.”

you pulled out your phone and searched for her user, you didnt follow it just yet, you thought it would be creepy since she didnt know you at all. you simply just kept the name in the search bar, ready for when you actually want to follow her.

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a few hours had passed and you all had gotten done up, makeup, hair, outfits, everything you would do before a party.

“whos car we taken’?” mattie asked. you and the others looked at her like she was some idiot.

“theres only one car in the driveway, take a guess numbskull?” thea pointed out, mattie pouted.

“rude.” she huffed. turning around to scroll on tiktok.

you were sitting on the bed, getting comfy since the party wasnt for another hour, when you spotted one of isabellas pillow. you had put it between your legs, you found some comfort in doing that ever since you were a kid, it was a weird and bad habit.

“whatre ya’ doin silly?” isabella pointed out, she sort of new you had this weird habit of putting things between your legs.

“getting comfy, what does it look like?” you roll your eyes, scrolling through your instagram feed.

“if you actually want something between your legs, try and get head tonight.” isabella added. it was a harmless joke, your group had always joked like this. you toned out the muffled giggles in the back thinking if you should actually get laid tonight.

it had been awhile since you had had sex, and it was getting annoying hearing everyones ‘wild’ stories.

you tool the pillow out from between your legs and threw it back into its position it was in before.

“you guys think we should get going? the parties in twenty minutes.” thea said. you all nodded and got up from your positions to march off to the car.

the drive was ten minutes, you put on your group playlist, it was made for roadtrips you guys took every once and awhile. but tonight you just needed to hear something other then their voices.

you were all vibing to the music when it eventually came to a stop. you sighed and got out of the car, shivering as the cold wind hit your very exposed body.

everyone walked in, it wasnt exactly packed, but you hesitated and mattie noticed that.

mattie was the average femme grouped masc. the one to carry around the shopping bags when you went shopping kind of girl. she was sweet, there were times where you had found yourself harmlessly crushing over her. she knew you had a bit of anxiety and offered you some of her meds before leaving but you kindly declined.

now obviously regretting your decision, she gripped onto your hand and squeezed it tight, for reassurance. you smiled and walked in with the others.

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it had been 2 hours and the group had split, isa probably off eating dinas face off, mattie chatting with some of the guys from a basketball team she had played against when faking being a guy as a dare, and thea off buying or even selling drugs. you were sat on a dusty old couch, not exactly wasted but definitely not sober.

you hadnt noticed you were sitting next to the girl whos instagram you were stalking earlier. but the realisation hit when you smelt weed from her direction.

she was very obviously eye fucking you, she wasnt even shy about it, it couldve been the weed that was in her system or she was wildly bold.

“hey?” you started off your soon long to be conversation.

“hi.” she was caught off guard when she realised you were talking to her.

“ellie right?” she nodded and you exchanged your name to her, along with numbers. you sat back further into the couch, parting your legs a little giving her a slight view of what was under you skirt. you enjoyed the fact that she was looking. a little smirk appeared on your face and she didnt notice it.

“my friend thea buys from you right?” she snapped her head up to look into your eyes. you noticed the green in her eyes under the blue hue of the lights in the room. she nodded,

“yeah why? wanna buy from me?” you shook your head.

“kinda tight on money right now, i would though.” you sighed, resting your head on your hand.

she thought for a minute. “ill share a blunt with you, only coz’ youre cute.” she winked and you blushed.

“oh, thanks..” you stare off awkwardly waiting for her to light it, she was wondering if she made you uncomfortable.

“s—sorry, didnt mean to make you uncomfortable.” you shook your head a smiled before she handed you the joint.

you took a puff and handed it back to her, waiting a bit before exhaling. you noticed she was manspreading. then you noticed she didnt quite look like any other girls that were at the party, very masculine. is she lesbian? no surely not, maybe she just likes being comfortable.

ellie was wearing a worn-out jacket, joels. she wore it everywhere she went.

she caught you staring at the position she was in, fighting the urge to spread them further. you noticed she was holding back from something and looked up at her, oh shit she caught you.

a shit eating grin was plastered on her face. “you ‘kay?” she asked, the same smug expression written all over her face.

you nodded and took the blunt out of her hand. you were blushing under the dim lights in the corner, the rest of the place was filled with colourful lights changing every second.

she started blushing too, she didnt know why. you looked up to her with parted lips. the high kind of kicking in now.

“can i.. kiss you?” you asked softly. you regretted that so hard, fuck fuck fuck she probably doesnt like girls..

she moved closer, draping a hand over your shoulder. “thought youd never ask.” she smirked before smashing her lips onto yours.

the kiss was hungry, like she was desperate for something, you couldnt quite place your tongue on it. the only thing placed on your tongue right now was hers. you kissed her back with just as much passion.

the moans you let out were absolutely pornographic. ellie knew she had to do something about this, stopping the kiss whilst you let out a whine from the lack of attention.

you were borderline wet, like waterpark wet, and it wasnt helping that you were wearing a flimsy skirt that had rode up in the process.

“cmon’ princess.” she took your hand, you felt a bit clumsy for some reason, dizzy, your head was foggy, only thinking about how good she tasted.

you followed her around as she knocked on various locked rooms. finally breaking one open, she slammed it shut, locking it and pressing you up against it. not to hard though, wouldnt wanna hurt your pretty little head.

“fuck, youre so goddamn hot.” she mumbled between kisses. you couldnt help but moan at how turned on she made you feel.

she pushed her knee up between your thighs and you shivered, grinding down onto it. chasing the very needed friction.

you wondered how such an innocent question like ‘can i kiss you?’ turned into you riding on her knee.

“els’, please..” that shit eating grin reappeared on her face and you just wanted to smack it right off, you rolled your eyes. your words and wetness only boosted her ego more.

“please what baby?” she teased. why was she teasing you? you couldnt take it. tears started bubbling in your eyes.

“please just— fuck me.” you mumble out. she liked the sight of you crying, so desperate for her. she was going to tease you more before you actually got what you wanted.

“what was that?” she smirked.

you looked up at her through teary eyes. “can you, uh— go down on me? please?” you were begging, that was a sight.

she pulled you over to the bed, through the dimly light room. “strip.”

you did as she said, it wasnt hard to take off your clothes since there was barely anything on you. first your top, leaving you in a skimpy black lacy bra to match your underwear. then came the boots and skirt.

finally, leaving you in a two piece set. she was waiting patiently for you to take them off. you dont know why you were so hesitant, maybe it was because you hadnt done this in awhile, or maybe it was because her stare was so intense it made your stomach do flips, distracting you from the easy task.

she walked over to help you since you couldnt finish what you had started. “d’ you want this?” you nodded painfully slow.

she peeled off your underwear, holding them up to get a good look before back down to your now bare cunt. it was dripping at the sight of her.

“s’ wet for me princess.” she smirked once more, if she smirked anymore her face would probably get stuck like that.

then came the bra, she asked you to turn around so she could unclip it, she was slightly struggling since she wasnt used to these fancy bras, only because she wears a sports bra.

you giggled and reached your arms behind you to take it off, turning around to leave her ogling at the sight of you.

“youre so beautiful.” you blushed, hard. she looked up at you for some sort of reassurance and you nodded.

a minute ago she was so dominant and now shes sweeter than a cookie. you adored that.

she reached her hands out to cup your tits, so soft, she thought. squeezing them and pinching your now hardened, pebbled nipples.

she elicited a moan out of you. you sat back on the bed for comfort and she dived into them. sucking harshly on your tits.

you couldnt tell if you hated it or loved it, your monas were telling her otherwise.

she left purple marks all over your neck, tits, stomach, anywhere she could mark really. you were huffing, all you needed her to do was touch you down there.

“patience baby.” she replied to your subtle huffs. you rolled your eyes, pleading with your body language as you rolled your hips into nothing.

her head moved down slowly, taking time with your body as if you werent some one night stand. did she actually like you?

she kissed all over your stomach and you felt giddy, you were giggling at how it tickled.

the she dipped her head low, taking in how soaked you were. the whole time you had been rubbing your thighs together. any subtle touch made you go crazy.

she fully dived in, and you moaned her name out, loud enough to here over the booming music. “e-els!” she teased your clit with her tongue, licking a stripe down, giving your clit kitten kisses.

her tongue reached places your fingers couldn’t surprisingly. you couldnt stop panting. it felt like heaven.

your vision was going blurry, white, if the coil in your belly bubbled anymore it was going to snap. “ellie.. i—im gonna!..” she moaned into your pussy, sending hypnotising vibrations into it.

“i know baby, come for me.” those words was the thing that snapped the bubbling coil.

you felt hot slick pool out of you, she lapped up all she could, almost overstimulating you. you were panting.

she got up and laid beside you, toying with your plush tits. you could almost fall asleep right then and there.

“alright,” she patted your thigh. “i gotta get going, heres my number though.” she pulled out a random piece of paper from her pocket and a pen. had she been preparing for this? you thought. she handed you the note like a little kindergartener and put her shirt back on.

you had the sudden urge to shove a pillow between your legs, whining from the loss. you fought back everything in you to shove the pillow that was staring at you between your legs. you watched ellie leave,

she left you on the bed looking back at you to smile before closing the door behind you. you eventually got up and put your clothes on, walking over to the bathroom that was in the small room to fix up your hair and makeup.

you realised your hand was still clutching that little piece of paper. you looked at it and read it slowly, still regaining composure.

‘**** **** **** **** message me ;) x’

you probably werent going to message her, but just incase, you slipped the note into your purse and walked out of the room going to look for you friends to take them home, luckily ellie had sobered you up.

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a/n: im sorry the ending actually sucks i was getting sick of this and i needed to get it out of my drafts. should i turn it into a series were reader actually messages ellie? idk.

#lesbian #ellie williams #ellie x reader #lgbtqia #i need ellie bro #wlw #bad habits #ellie williams tlou #ellie tlou #ellie is so hot #ellie x fem reader #ellie smut

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pure-oddity · 6 months

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Soap who's main goal is to get his partner as wet as possible. Just loves the mess - he needs it to live.

It's a lot of fingering a lot of kissing and caressing, and his hands are just everywhere and you don't know how many times he's made you cum but you do know that each time he fucks you with his tip he has to hold you down from sinking further on his cock

"Ya not wet enough bonnie, need to make a mess of you before you can have my cock"

And he acts like you're bone dry but you aren't! He has you puffy and swollen and slick and the clicking noise his tip makes as it plays with your hole screams about how ready you are.

Only when you're essentially boneless and you've made a wet spot on the sheets does he fill you with the rest of his cock.

Both yours and his own thighs are covered in your slick, he's gasping above you about how he "can feel you dripping down my balls love - fuck!"

The glide in and out of you is seamless and he slips out on a few occasions, groans like he's in heaven when he reintroduces himself into your wet heat.

Afters hes filled you with his cum he sits back on his heels, thumbs holding you open , just to watch your hole twitch his cum out - fingers it back in and plays with the mess until you're kicking at him for making you cum again .

Very pleased as he handles cleanup duty, sheets (and you) taken care of and washed. Your mattress protector worth every penny at this point.

#odd blurbs #He just seems like a messy fuckin guy #dont get me started on his pussy eatin habits #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap x reader smut

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ifancyharry · 1 year

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Bad habit (1)

In which YN is Harry’s daughter’s teacher, and she and Harry used to be friends in college; fluff; angst; dad!harry

Word count: 4.5k

First days of school were always chaotic, and YN, despite having been a teacher for two years of her life now, never got quite used to the tantrums little kids would throw on first days — and maybe the following week, or until they felt confident enough in the school environment that they didn’t miss their parents to the point of crying at the mere thought of them.

September always carried with it a nostalgic feeling that YN loved, and she usually found herself thinking about warm sunny August days spent sunbathing and eating pasta salads. Her teacher salary didn’t allow much room for vacations, but YN managed to always find contentment in the premises of her hometown.

That’s what she’s thinking about when she walks through the school’s doors that Monday morning, waving at a couple of her coworkers to greet them. She usually was far more chatty, but she was feeling fidgety at the thought of meeting her new baby students, and she didn’t trust herself enough to chat with someone; who knows what she could say!

No one truly understands YN, she’s younger than her coworkers and sometimes she feels like no one really cares about what she has to say. It’s been that way since she was a little baby, really, so she’s gotten quite used to it, and she doesn’t feel bad about it.

She often wonders if maybe there’s something wrong with the way she communicates, but her students seem to understand her rather well — as much as little kiddies can understand —, so she always crosses that thought off the list. It doesn’t necessarily have to mean there’s something wrong with her, so she doesn’t know why sometimes she wonders if things would be a little different if she was different in the first place.

She wishes it came a little easier, people never really seem to understand how hard it is to talk. It’s why she loves her job so much. Kids are easy to talk to, because most of the time they don’t remember conversations and they never question her on why she’s being quiet or in her mind, like most of her coworkers do.

The bell rings at 8.30 sharp, and YN tries to put on the most heartwarming smile she knows, because she understands sometimes first days can be though. And not just for kids.

“Hi!” She coos when she sees a little girl walking in her classroom holding her mum’s hand.

“I’m Miss YN, it’s a pleasure to meet you! What’s your name!”

The little girl hides behind her mum’s leg and YN frowns jokingly at her.

“She’s shy… her name’s Amy” the mum says, throwing YN an apologetic look.

“Hi, Amy! It’s okay. I understand shy.” She nods, crouching down on her legs to be at eye level with the small kid, “since you’re the first one, why don’t you choose your desk? Your mummy can help you pick it out?”

The little girl nods her head against her mother’s jeans and YN smiles brightly at her.

With time, more kids start to come in, and YN greets all of them, trying to be as warm as possible. She talks to their parents and lets them stay with their children until they get accustomed to the classroom. Some of them already have friends, and it’s always easier for them to let go of their parents’ hands; for others, it takes a while, and YN tries to be as understanding as possible, especially with them.

When the clock strikes 9 am, only one chair is empty, and she wonders if maybe the school had mistaken the number of students who’d come in. She’s about to introduce herself to the class of small kids that are looking at her with bright eyes and shy smiles, when she hears a knock on the opened door, her body turning quickly at the sound.

She feels lightheaded as she takes in the image in front of her, and she grimaces in surprise. It’s Harry. The Harry.

Many years have passed since the last time she saw him, but she knows she’d recognize him everywhere and in anytime.

He was three years older than her and used to hang out with her group. They attended the same creative writing class and she remembers how his knee used to brush against her thigh when he would fidget in his chair, readjusting his body as he cussed at the uncomfortableness of the wooden chairs.

She remembers how he always used to ask her for pens, sometimes for a spare sheet of paper or if he could borrow her laptop’s charger because “fuckin’ hell, — he would say, and YN would blush a little at the way he would close the space between them, reaching a hand to grab for the charger — mine's completely gone ’n all m’work’s in there! Days worth o’work!”

He’s standing against the doorway, his body leaning against it, holding a pouty little kid on his opposite hip.

He looks the same, a bit older, maybe, his hair less disheveled and his clothes more serious — he’s wearing grey tailored pants and a sweater vest with cherry blossom flowers on it, he lost the skinny jeans and his adored Chelsea boots, but it’s definitely still that guy she used to have a crush on all those years ago.

“YN?” Harry questions, tilting his head to the side in surprise. YN notices as the little girl in his hold buries her face in his neck, trying to hide from the attention.

“’s me, Harry! Y’remember, right? From college!” YN blushes a little at his words and tries to regain control of her body as she seems stuck to the linoleum floor.

She’s a little taken a back at his remark; he thought she wouldn’t remember him! How would that even be possible, YN doesn’t know.

His voice hasn’t changed, it’s still the same scruffy and deep voice she used to blush upon hearing, and she remembers vaguely that one time on one of their usual hang outs, when he picked up a guitar and started singing, a little drunk on cheap beer, and she remembers wondering how his voice would sound whispering tender words in her ear…

“Of course I remember!” She smiles, trying to hide her nervousness, “of course!” She repeats, and, deep within her, she really hopes she’s coming across as cool and not as that completely shy and weird girl who used to have tons of pens and a crush on her older classmate who seemed to always steal them.

“The world really is small, huh?” He remarks, a cheeky grin spreading across his mouth.

“Yeah” she breaths out, smiling shyly at him, “it is.”

“Teaching, huh? I can see it” he says, nodding his head as he looks her up and down jokingly, and YN feels herself fluster under his gaze. She doesn’t understand why she still longs for his approval, but there’s something really tantalizing in the way he said ‘i can see it’, as if he was telling her a secret about herself she couldn’t wait to hear.

“And who is this?” She replies quickly, tilting her head to take a closer look at the baby on his hip, hoping to shift the conversation from her to him. If he’s bothered by the sudden change, he doesn’t show it, instead, he brings a hand to cup the little girl’s head and pats at it gently, “This is Aidi” he smiles proudly, “m’daughter”.

Oh… Oh!. YN doesn’t know why she’s so surprised by his remark. If she remembers correctly — and she does, because YN isn’t one to forget details easily — he should be around 29 now, a perfectly appropriate age to have a three, four (YN can’t be sure, she looks small but she hasn’t seen her face still) child, as much as there really could be an appropriate age to be a parent.

Maybe, but she doesn’t like this thought and she doesn’t want to linger in it more than she needs, it’s what — or, should she say, who — comes with a child, that startles her: a partner; and at the idea of Harry being married, she feels lightheaded. It feels weird, thinking about the Harry she used to know, being married. Not that he wasn’t marriage material, he often used to say how he wanted to have a family pretty young, it’s just weird to her how his life could have gone on and there’s parts of it she wasn’t around to participate in.

She tries to scramble her brain and see if she remembers Instagram posts of her friends at his wedding, or at least an engagement dinner, but she can’t find any, but she isn’t sure if that’s because she isn’t in contact with her old friend group anymore.

“Hi, Aidi” she coos, raising her hand in a wave when the little girl raises her head from her father’s neck. “I’m YN, it’s very nice to meet you”

Aidi has light brown hair wrapped in a beautiful braid, and YN wonders if Harry was the one that did her hair or his partner did, her eyes are unmistakably her father’s, a deep shade of green, with a little twinkle to them that makes them so unique.

YN remembers many times where she had found herself thinking of the correct term to name the color of his eyes, if ever it existed, and she always came back empty handed. When she thought they were a deep forest green, he would look at her and they’d be a mix of green water, like the color the lake behind her grandparent’s house would turn out in the spring. Other times — YN noticed mostly at night —, they would be a dark shade of green, like the way a forest would look in the rain if she lived in a dark academia movie.

Aidi opens her pouty lips to let out a shy ‘hi’, but when YN takes a step closer to them, she snuggles closer to Harry, clutching his sweater in her small hands.

“’s the reason we’re late…” he sighs, “she’s nervous” he explains, and he lowers his head to look at his daughter’s face, the arm that’s holding her against him flexes a little and Aidi squirms in his hold, holding tighter — if possible — on his shoulders.

“It’s okay” YN smiles softly, but she isn’t talking to him, “first days can be a little though, huh?”

Aidi nods her head against her father’s neck and YN raises her eyes to meet Harry’s, and she flusters when she realizes he was already looking at her, an amused twinkle shading his gaze.

He tries to lower her down on the ground, but the little girl just squeezes his sweater tighter and kicks her legs out in protest, so Harry raises again with a sigh and Aidi resumes happily her previous position on his hip.

“Y’re bein’ irrational about this” he stresses, but YN looks at him amused, because it’s not like a little kid understands what ‘being irrational’ means.

“I’m s’sorry” he smiles nervously, shaking his head, “she’s not usually like this.”

“’s okay, you could… you could stay, for today… let her get comfortable?” YN suggests in a low voice, hoping Aidi isn’t listening to her. She doesn’t know if Harry needs to go to work, despite how much the school advises the parents to take the first day off, because children never really go willingly and always need a little push, she doesn’t know if he received the email, perhaps his wife did and didn’t let him know? YN feels silly for thinking like this. She’s usually rational about these kinds of things, and she never lets herself linger in inappropriate thoughts about her students’ parents, but he isn’t just a parent, and despite him being someone else’s Harry, there was a time where she fantasized he could be her’s.

Fantasized is the correct term, because as I said YN is pretty rational in her daily life and even in her daily daydreaming, and she knows rather well how Harry never even spared her a thought, in college. She was just the girl that lent him pens.

“Figure I could stay” he nods, more to himself really, and YN wonders if maybe he has to inform someone that he’s not coming home right after dropping Aidi off, “really just needed to go grocery shopping, but I guess we’ll go after, huh?”

Aidi seems to light up at the suggestion and she raises her head to look around the classroom.

“Daddy is stayin’?” She asks hopefully to YN, and when she nods her head, Aidi squirms in her dad’s hold and demands to be let down.

Harry chuckles at his daughter and throws a quick amused glance at YN when Aidi begins to tug him towards a small, baby blue, round table, where a couple of kids are coloring a drawing YN had printed out and left on the table before their arrival that morning.

Harry isn’t the only parent that stayed, and despite some of her coworkers disapproving of her method of teaching, she knows the kids had to warm up to her slowly, and if she demanded the parents off, it would be extremely difficult to get in their good graces.

She understood first days could be though, and she remembers how hard it was for her every time she started something new, a feeling that never really leaves you (not even many years later, when she no longer has first days), so she would let the parents stay as long as they could.

Of course, when she suggested Harry to stay, she only had Aidi’s best interest at heart, it wasn’t like she wanted him to stay, and perhaps talk to him, or maybe catch him looking at her with the corner of her eye when she was busy playing blocks with a baby student. It wasn’t like that at all. So why was her skin burning under his gaze for all the two hours he colored with his daughter?

…

Harry and Aidi leave around noon that day, and when Harry complains that it’s too early and he needs a couple of hours in the afternoon to work, YN reassures him quietly while Aidi is putting her little coat on, that she’ll get used to school hours and she’ll slowly but eventually want to stay longer; it’s always like that, and kids are simple beings, and pretty similar in their behaviors.

So he leaves with a resigned sigh and a chatty baby on his hip, and YN follows them with her gaze before going back to give her attention to the little kid fussing in her lap and chatting her ear off about his holidays in the countryside during the summer.

She smiles and nods her head every once in a while, to assure him she’s listening and is interested in his story, but she can’t help but let her mind wander to the thought of seeing Harry for the first time since college. He looked so mature and put together, she feels small and silly in her choice of outfit (simple jeans and a sweater with a bunny printed on it — that the kids loved!), and she wonders wether Harry was making fun of her when he told her he saw her as a teacher. What did that mean? She doesn’t remember talking about a teaching career with him, and she certainly doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with being a teacher, at all. So, was he making fun of her? He must have been joking and she, as always, didn’t get the joke. But why did it matter?

She doesn’t know, and she tries to think about what he possibly could’ve meant that didn’t involve making fun of her, but came up empty handed, and once again, she finds herself thinking about him the same way she did in college, with a tang bitter taste of ‘what if’s.

…

“Sorry we’re late… Someone was a little grumpy this mornin’, huh?”

The rest of the month had gone by quickly; YN isn’t required to come in every morning — she alternates mornings with the other teacher, Miss Enya, so she doesn’t get to see Harry as often as she’d like, and when he comes to pick up Aidi in the late afternoon (he had started to pick her up a little bit later with every day that passed, claiming he could really use the extra hours to work, and he had told YN to call him if Aidi started asking about him), he greets YN with a brief wave of the hand, which is kind of awkward, both to him and to YN, but she goes with it and waves back.

Sometimes, when Aidi takes a while to get her little coat on, and she takes her time saying bye to her classmates (because she’s very much a loving kid and she can’t just leave without saying goodbye, her daddy always tells her it’s impolite!), Harry chats a bit with YN, mostly about the weather (“’s crazy, this weather! ’s so hot I think I’ll melt”) or about Aidi, asking her if she’s been good and whether she’s getting along with the other kids, and YN is polite, always polite, she answers his questions and laughs a little at his jokes, and in a way, it feels to her like time hasn’t passed, and she’s still that girl that used to have a crush on her older friend in college.

It’s Wednesday now, September is almost over and with it the warm days, leaving place to the chilly weather sneaking on you when you’re least expecting it.

The week had been calmer than usual, kind of uneventful, really, a couple of kids got sick with the flu at the beginning of the week, and by mid week the class was almost halved, whether they really got sick or their parents were just preventing that from happening, YN didn’t know, but it was fine either way and she understood the precautions taken.

That’s why when Harry comes in that morning, a little after 9 am, YN waves his tardiness off nonchalantly, “it’s okay!” She smiles at him kindly, “most of the kids are at home with the flu, though” she pouts, looking around the room at the small group of students playing with legos on the floor.

“Oh! Sorry to hear that” He reciprocates her pout, letting his daughter on the ground and holding out her small backpack for her to take.

They watch as Aidi walks slowly to the coat hangers, hanging her backpack on the hook and then her little coat.

When she takes a seat on the table to color a cute bunny YN had printed that morning, Harry shifts his eyes to glance at YN beside him, that is still looking at his daughter lovingly.

“Tha’s a nice shirt ye’re wearin’!” He chuckles, rising his brows and pinching the fabric of her shirt between his thumb and index finger.

YN tries to control the redness that creeps up on her cheeks when she turns her head to face him, looking down at her shirt with a printed bunny dressed up in a ghost costume, where his hand is still holding the pale yellow fabric of her shirt between his fingers.

“This is a very fancy shirt, Harry. I take bunnies very seriously” she pouts, her brows dipped.

“Oooh,” he coos, “yeah, I remember.”

“What do you mean?” She says.

This thing with bunnies had started when YN was around five (her first stuffed animal had been a bunny and she found great comfort in Mr Carrots — that was his name), and it kind of stuck with her; whenever she had something important to do she would have a little bunny with her, whether it be a pendant on a necklace or just printed on her shirt, she’d feel comfort knowing she’d have a bunny with her.

“I remember” he repeats, “from college. You had that… that necklace, I think. Oh, and the notebooks, I remember those as well.”

“Oh.” YN doesn’t know what else to say, and she knows she’s being awkward, of course she knows! But what is she supposed to say? He remembers probably the most intimate detail about her, and once again she is stuck asking herself, what does it mean? For him to remember? Does it have to mean something? Because it’s not like she was hiding the bunnies… she had them splattered on her shirt!

“Yeah” he nods, eyeing her carefully. He retreats his hand quickly, almost as if the shirt had caught on fire and his fingers’d started to burn, and he clears his throat, embarrassment pumping through his body.

“I have t’go, now.” He chuckles nervously, “need t’get Aidi tha’cereal she always eats in t’morning”.

“Of course, of course” YN nods, waving a hand in front of them to dismiss him.

He waves at her awkwardly before stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, turning back towards the door.

YN doesn’t wait for him to get out of the classroom before she turns the other way, walking towards the group of kids that are playing on the ground.

…

“‘llo?”

“Harry? It’s YN, well the… the school” YN rambles, holding her phone between her cheek and her shoulder as she holds the thermometer against Aidi’s temple.

She’s got the little girl curled in her lap as she lulls her back and forth, trying to soothe her the best she can, because she knows from experience that the infirmary always scares kids the most; apparently when painting the school no one thought about extending the silly cartoon characters that are painted on the classroom’s walls to the infirmary as well.

“Yes, ‘f course. Wha’s wrong?”

“Aidi’s burning up… I’m taking her temperature now, I think she’s… she’s sick?” She doesn’t know why it comes out as a question, but it does, and YN curses herself in her head for being like this. She’s got told many times to be careful when calling the parents, because most of them freak out simply from seeing the school’s caller ID, so she needs to be really more considerate in the way she delivers news.

“’s okay, I’ll come get ‘er, yeah?” He says, and YN hears shuffling from the other side of the line, and she wonders if he’s putting on his coat.

He sounds calm, and she’s glad she didn’t worry him, because it’s really just a fever and there’s nothing to worry about, but Aidi is little and she’s hurting, and she’d understand if Harry had freaked out a little bit.

“Okay, yes, yes” she agrees.

“Be there in 10”, he says, and she hangs up the phone and puts it back in the back pocket of her jeans.

She wonders if Harry has notified Aidi’s mum, and for a brief minute, she ponders whether she should ask the little girl in her lap, but then she feels extremely guilty she would even take that in account, and she tosses the thought out of her head, reminding herself it’s none of her business.

“Your daddy is coming” she coos, and Aidi shifts in her lap to look up at her.

“Miss YN, my tummy hurts” she whines, big tears pooling in her green eyes that look up at her and YN feels her heart clutch in her chest.

“I know, I know” she nods, petting her hair to help her soothe a bit, lulling her back and forth.

When the thermometer’s timer rings, YN removes it from her temple and winces when she checks the temperature.

“Just a few more minutes” YN whispers against her hair.

After what could’ve been five minutes, but felt like hours, YN sees Harry rush through the school’s infirmary, and when he spots them he raises his brows in a greeting manner.

“Hey” YN whispers to the sleepy toddler that’s curled up on her chest, “your daddy is here”

“Daddy?” Aidi mumbles in a small voice, raising her head to look up at her dad.

She knuckles at her eye and YN smiles softly at her, petting her hair once again.

“Hey” Harry sighs, crunching down on the ground to be eye level with his child, “how ye doin’, bug?”

“Hurts” she whimpers, raising her arms to signal him she wants to be picked up.

“I know, ’s okay” he props her on his hip and starts rubbing her back soothingly, cooing soft words in her ear.

“I think she’ll be fine with some bed rest… it’s normal for kids to get sick this time of the year” YN reassures him, placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

“Yeah… ’s just… she’s never been sick ’n I don’ know how… she’s little” he takes a big sigh and looks at her, his panicked eyes burning in hers, and it’s only then that YN realizes he’s worried. Of course he is! And how stupid of her to think he wouldn’t be. It’s his child and she’s in pain, YN doesn’t have children of her own and she can only imagine in a certain way what could it mean.

“Harry, hey” she squeezes his shoulder with her hand, “she’s going to be fine. It’s just a fever, yeah? Just a fever”

He nods at her words, albeit unconvinced, and he tilts his head to look at his little girl that’s sleeping with her face smushed against his shoulder, her cheeks red with the warmth of the fever.

“It’s going to be fine” YN repeats.

…

New message:

from: YN

to: Harry Styles

Hi, how are you?

Hi, Harry, how is Aidi?

Hi, how’s it going?

Hi, Harry, it’s YN. How is Aidi? How are you? :)

YN sends that last text and throws her phone on the couch next to her, pressing the heels of her palms against her eyes.

She sighs loudly before picking up her phone again and unlocking it, the messages app opens immediately and she reads again the text she’d written, the smiley face at the end mocking her.

“Fuck!” She whines, “A fucking smiley face?! Why are you so awkward!”

She doesn’t wait for him to answer before she gets up from the couch and heads to the kitchen to cook something for dinner.

She’s staring at her empty fridge when she hears her phone’s chime, and she hurries back to the living room, a pep in her step as she anticipates in her head what his answer could be.

from: Harry Styles

to: YN

Hi!! She’s okay now, the fever’s gone down a bit, but she still isn’t eating :(

And I’m good btw

How r u?

She reads the text probably four times before responding, and this time she tries not to be as serious as she was in the first one.

from: YN

to: Harry Styles

I’m good too

Happy to hear that :)

Not that she isn’t eating… that sucks :’(

from: Harry Styles

to: YN

YN feels her heart skip a beat.

He sent a heart. A heart!!! If she was 14 years old she’d do a little happy dance and probably think about it for the rest of the evening, but she hasn’t been 14 in a long time, and she sticks to just liking his message and locking her phone, making her way back to the kitchen to finally eat something.

She isn’t 14 anymore, yes, but she can’t help but think about that heart for the rest of the evening.

…

Aidi comes back to school a week later, and she greets YN with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, and YN holds her tight to her chest, happy to see that she’s alright.

YN and Harry both watch as Aidi greets her classmates, a pep in her step as she runs to them, ready to tell them all about the bad bug she caught that made her sick (as her daddy had explained).

“I’m happy to see she’s alright” YN says, smiling fondly at the sight in front of her.

“Yeah… me too” he sighs, “I wanted to thank yeh… fo’ takin’ care of ‘er”

“Harry” she chimes in, “it’s my job. You don’t have to thank me.”

“I do, though. Y’re a teacher, aren’t yeh? Not a nurse” he shrugs, smiling a cheeky grin at her.

“You do have a point” she laughs, nodding her head, “but you don’t have to thank me. I didn’t do anything special.”

“Still” he shrugs once again, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his coat. “We should catch up… sometime… ’s been s’long”

“Yes” she nods swiftly, maybe a little too excitedly to not be embarrassing, “yes… I would like that”

“Fine then… I’ll text yeh, yeah?” He says, taking the keys of his car out of the pocket of his coat and playing with the keychain with his fingers, rolling it around absentmindedly.

“Have t’go now”

“Yeah” she agrees, but he’s already turned around.

YN doesn’t know if it’s the adrenaline that’s making her see things, or if maybe she’s the one that’s coming down with a fever now, and it’s making her delusional, but she swears she saw a bunny shaped keychain attached to his car keys, and she feels her heart beat loud against her chest. She really hopes she isn’t imagining things.

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cyberghouleo · 7 months

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Habit x Bimbo! reader headcanons

He loveees how ditzy you are. He already views humans as weak, but with how naive you are it makes him want to protect you ten times more.

He almost always has an arm wrapped around your waist or over your shoulders, pulling you tight to him if anyone else is visiting. He also finds any reason to have you sit in his lap, pulling up your skirt so your panties are up against his jeans. He doesn’t care if company is over, he needs to show them you are his.

Speaking of, he loves seeing you in skirts. He will purposely drop and knock things over in front of him and politely ask you to pick them up for him. He loves seeing the way your panties poke out as you bend over, your skirt riding up and exposing your ass to him. He will do this multiple times a day, and you always pick them up for him.

He is so used to dealing with stupid people on a daily basis that he has started to grow a hatred for them, stupid ass humans who can’t seem to realize the simplest thing. But his opinion changes once he meets you. He could tell from the moment he first met you there was not a lot going on in your head, but that’s okay! He loves how dumb you are, you never ask questions about what he does and you believe all the lies he says.

He loves the way your eyes light up and how eagerly you nod along when he suggests you suck his dick. He doesn’t even have to outright say it sometimes, he can just suggest it and you will bite your lip and agree instantly. He uses it as an excuse to cure the random symptoms he gets.

“Wow this headache really hurts. I wish there was some way to help with it.”

“Oh my god, are you okay Habit?!”

“I think so. I really think it will get better if you let me cum in your throat though."

And you believe it and drop down to your knees, tugging off his pants at record speed just so his headache will go away. You would be a bad girlfriend if you didn’t try to help your boyfriend's pain after all!

He doesn’t even have to corrupt you, you follow every command he says instantly. If he says to get down, you instantly drop to your knees and have your tongue out for him. If he says to bend over you bend and flip your skirt up, looking back over your shoulder at him with a smile.

He loves how obedient you are and will reward you for it. He’ll eat you out until your a sobbing incoherent mess, too overstimulated and fucked out to form full sentences to beg him to stop.

And he teases you endlessly for it.

“Aw, is it too much for you baby? You know I'm just rewarding how good of a slut you are for me, just cum for me one time, okay?” He lies and you just nod along as tears pool in your eyes, too dumb to realize he says this every time. He makes you cum 4 more times after this promise.

#habit emh #habit x reader #habit everymanhybrid #bimbo reader #everymanhybrid #emh #smut #x reader #slenderverse #two posts in a row?? crazy.#shout out tumblr for deleting this hell yeah #toby bimbo reader is happening sooner or later i promise #then the main 3 bimbo will be done haha

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savorypink · 5 months

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casting couch

you, a director, and a camera.

smut.

Nervously, you pick at the patch of peeling leather on the couch underneath you. The studio is luminous, the only dull things being your clothing and the sofa. You jump when you hear the door click closed and footsteps approaching the camera across from you. The polite smile the director gives you quickens the pace of your heart, the excessive lighting emphasizes his smile lines. He holds what you assume is your headshot and other pictures you’d sent the agency in his hand.

He’s fun to look at, oversized clothes on his small frame, his appearance reminiscent of the adult film stars of the golden age. The director’s chair is tailor-made for him. Unlike yourself, he looks like he belongs here. He looks down at your headshot with furrowed brows and then up at you. His features soften when he notices you fiddling with the hem of your skirt. You muster a smile, the warmth in his brown eyes releasing the butterflies in your stomach.

“The couch is clean, right?” It’s a joke he’s probably heard plenty, but you think it’ll help loosen the tension. When he chuckles, your shoulders relax.

“Temporarily.” He sings your name before starting the camera. “Are you nervous?”

You bite your lip. “Is it obvious?”

“A little. Getting naked in front of a stranger isn’t how most people start their day. I’m happy you’re here, though. You’re a beauty.”

His compliment catches you off guard. Heat tints your cheeks. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Let’s make our parents proud, yeah?”

His dry wit is endearing, though his words make you question your initial thought of him belonging here. You shift in your seat, the sweat from beneath your thighs causing the couch to squeak unpleasantly. He does the same in his chair, sitting with his legs crossed. He clasps his hands closed before speaking again.

“Alright, I’m gonna wave a camera ‘round and give you a few instructions. Sound good?” You nod. “Perfect. You might have an idea of what my first instruction is.”

You stand up. “Strip?”

“Beauty and brains.”

You appreciate his lack of formality. It makes everything easier. Your clothes come off leisurely, each piece falling quietly to your feet. You stay in your underwear but discard your bra, unsure of your next direction. Despite how casual he’s been, he watches you with intensity. You feel small under his shooting gaze suddenly, but a dampness in your panties tells you you’re okay with the attention. You tug at the waistband of your underwear, awaiting further instructions.

“Not yet,” his expression doesn’t change. “Do a pirouette for me.”

It’s a little awkward, but you do it. You go around in a slow circle until you’re faced with the camera again.

“Beautiful. Now, can you touch yourself for me?”

You wiggle your underwear off, your face heating up when you notice the wet spot. You get comfortable on the couch again, preparation unneeded as you spread eagle. With your middle finger, you gather the wetness of your core, slowly dragging the finger up to your clit, and rubbing it in lazy circles. The touch is minimal but effective, a breathy sigh leaving your lips. You can hear the director’s chair creak, his sitting position changing the longer he watches you.

Your body begins to warm up in part of the fluorescent lighting, the other cause being the man in front of you. How could he sit there and not touch you? Your core feels neglected, aching for something only he can give you. Before you dip a finger inside, you notice him taking the camera off the tripod. Once he’s approached you, he kneels in front of you, camera in hand.

“Can I touch you?”

You have to stop yourself from saying please. “Yes.”

His large hand massages your thigh, goose flesh forming under his touch. The hand goes from your thigh towards your hip, leading up to one of your breasts, caressing, squeezing gently. Your body responds to this much to his liking, your nipple hardening, poking and prominent. You look down at his hand in a daze, your finger back on your clit, drawing circles around it faster.

He kneads your breasts in tandem with your movements, his thumb flicking over your stiff nipple. “How’s that feel? You're very responsive.”

“Good.” You whisper to keep your voice from cracking, but it happens anyway. He smiles at you, the dent in his pants looking heavier. You pout when he gets up but look at him with doe eyes when he stands before you. His index finger traces the curve of your top lip, the glitter from your lip gloss staining the finger. He does the same with your bottom lip, flicking at your bottom lip.

“Open your mouth.”

You do it. It's not wide enough to look stupid, but it's not entirely closed off to give enough access. The director places two digits in your mouth, and once your lips close around them, he begins thrusting into your mouth. You whine around the digits, your fingers finding a home in your core. You move at his pace, curling your fingers whenever you find yourself closer to your g-spot.

“I’ve got a task for you. Do you think you can handle it?” You nod eagerly, his fingers going down your throat, pulling back once you gag. “I don’t think you can.”

Sweaty fingerprints form from his grip on the camera, his eyes hold the same intensity from earlier, his gaze adding more moisture to the fingers inside you. Your fingers begin to dry, along with the digits in your mouth. Drool and lip gloss shine your lips, his hand moving less harshly than before.

“You’ve got such pretty lips. Nice mouth, too. I wanna show you how to use it.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, his thumb cupping your chin tenderly. “I’m a good teacher. Trust.”

---

In a trembling hand, he holds the DSLR while the other rakes through your hair. Your mouth is hot and moist around him, his soft panting intensifying the wetness in your mouth and between your legs. However, his size makes your jaw a little uncomfortable. Thankfully, he takes notice of your discomfort.

“Relax your jaw.”

You loosen around him, a bit more comfortable than a second ago, but the corners of your mouth burn from the stretch. His hand now sits firmly at the top of your head. He gives you an affectionate pat.

“This angle is phenomenal. God, you’re gorgeous.”

His words go straight to your core, making you moan around him. You watch him nearly thrust into your mouth, the flat hand on your head balling your hair in a fist. Slowly, he begins guiding you downwards. Before he can bring you to his shaft, he stops.

“Look at me.”

The camera partially obscures his handsome face but perfectly captures the mist in your glazed eyes. You hold back a gag as he bucks into your mouth, almost forgetting to breathe through your nose. His body goes limp as he falls back against the cushions, the camera nearly slipping out of his large hands. Hearts form in your eyes as you watch him attempt to regain composure, his Adam’s apple bobbing and legs beginning to quiver. You want him to get lost in you. He sucks in a deep breath, exhaling when your eyes meet again. You can’t stop thinking about kissing his red face.

“Can you take it from here? Or do you need my help?” It feels like a taunt, but you give him two thumbs up anyway. He laughs, fingers going through your hair again as he smiles down at you proudly.

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

Excruciatingly slow, you move your head from the middle of him to the tip, just treading the waters. You repeat the movements, picking up the pace each time you reach the tip. Your eyes shut as you take him repeatedly, becoming more comfortable with the feeling. While you’re at it, you feel the ache between your legs grow more and more unbearable. You move one of your hands from off his thighs to toy with your clit in search of relief. Your hands are only a temporary solution, your core continuing to contract around nothing, your need for him becoming insatiable. You mewl around his cock, a wordless plea for him to take you already.

You feel him twitch under your tongue, his grin growing wider.

“Look at you now. You’re a pro already. Oh, if I had another camera to see how wet you are…” His free hand cups your face tenderly, his thumb grazes your cheek, then drags down your neck. “You’re soaked, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.” It’s muffled but still gets the message across.

He bucks into your mouth again, and you moan louder than the first time. The fingers on your clit move faster, the pads of your digits becoming more and more slippery.

“I know you are. ‘M gonna fuck you real good. Gonna mess you up. How’s that sound?”

You nod in turn of a yes, but he tuts.

“Do the thumbs up again. I liked that.”

You’d hate to stop touching yourself, but you’re too eager to refuse anything that’ll get him inside you faster. You do the gesture again, looking directly into the lens. Viewing your reflection in the lens, you grow sheepish; you’ve looked better, feeling a little silly, giving a thumbs up with makeup running down your face.

“That’s it. That’s the fuckin’ shot!” He pulls out of your mouth, spit covering your chin and your swollen lips. He cups your face once more before you can massage your aching jaw. “You’ve been so good for me, yeah? I want to return the favor. Can you get up for me? Here.”

He holds out his free hand, and you take it, allowing him to pull you up. He kisses your knuckles before going over them with his thumb, pointing the camera at you. You look down at your knees, the rug's fabric leaving imprints, reddening your skin.

“How do you feel?” He asks, his hand now rubbing your thighs soothingly. The gesture only makes you wetter, and he knows, beginning to rub your inner thighs.

“Like I just tried to chew a gobstopper,” you joke, finally massaging your jaw. As your scene partner laughs, you feel his hand palm your core.

“M’sorry. You’ll get used to it.” He begins to move his hand back and forth, fingers curving whenever they meet your clit. “That is if you stick around. I’d like to film with you again.”

Your knees nearly buckle, but your legs still widen. “Do I get to hold the camera?”

He removes his hand, patting the space on the couch beside him.

“Whatever you want.”

You practically throw yourself on the couch, lying on your side. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you clench, his hand comes down on your thigh, rocking you gently. He’s facing you now, the warmth of his cock heating your core from mere inches away. When the rocking stops, you look up at him, confused. He looks as confused as you do, as if he’s trying to remember something.

“My name is Al, by the way. Did I ever tell you that?”

You blink, thinking it over. When you can’t remember, you laugh. “No. You never told me your name.”

His flushed face somehow gets redder. “Embarrassing. Al’s short for Alex, if you prefer. Alexander on legal documents.”

He’s adorable, his thick locks falling into his face, plump red lips poking from his goatee—Teddy bear-esque. You reach over to ruffle his hair, smiling.

“Nice meeting you, Alex.”

He aligns himself before driving into you. Your toes curl as your legs come together in a tight squeeze.

“The feeling is mutual.”

He keeps his hand on your thigh for support, keeping the camera fixed on him going in and out of you. His moans are just as pornographic as your own; you wonder if it’s from the sex or from recording it all. You stare at the neglected tripod across the room, eyes rolling into your skull as his strokes deepen. You dig your nails into the leather of the couch, whining, every inch of him stroking your walls deliciously. A familiar warmth brews in your stomach as you peer at Alex, mainly fixated on how your ass bounced against his hips. He leans over you when he notices you staring, pointing the camera directly in your face.

His posture only sinks him deeper into you, his strokes becoming shorter, but the pressure on your g-spot increases tenfold. You moan, clawing at the couch, the knot in your stomach beginning to loosen.

“You take it so good, baby. So fucking tight.” He’s close enough for you to hear the chain around his neck clink with his movements. “Can’t have another actor touching you.”

Aw, he likes you.

You relay a response in your head, but arousal has your brain wholly fogged. Each thrust feels better than the one before it, his tip hitting the areas where you need him most. You appreciate his hips rolling, too, though you take it as a sign that he’s close. His moans halt, his hips slowing down in motion as well. The camera isn’t on you anymore; you can tell even with your eyes closed, but another giveaway is his warm breath against your ear.

“Do you mind?”

The words are coming to you a lot easier than before. “Take me to dinner afterward.”

You contract around him for the final time, the built-up sensitivity having you orgasm from Alex’s small movements. You moan shamelessly, heat coating your insides as he spills inside you, your wetness and his seed forming a slippery mess. He comes out of you with ease, your cunt quickly emptying what’s left of him. The camera is on you again, primarily on your core. He spreads your lips open with his fingers as your core continues to gush, the mixture running down your thighs, a hot puddle forming underneath you.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you about the couch.” You can hear the smile in his voice as his large hand comes down on your trembling thigh, thumb grazing the gooseflesh. “I gotta clean you up. I owe you a dinner.”

“I’m not impartial to coffee,” your eyes feel heavy, the same warmth of your insides beginning to wash over your body. You aren’t impartial to a nap, either. “I’m a simple gal.”

You jump a little when you feel his lips on your thigh, the hairs of his goatee tickling your skin. “I know just the place. If you can walk.”

You kick him playfully, shuffling to sit up as you hear the camera beep, signaling the end of your audition.

#mickey is typing…#alex turner smut #alex turner x you #alex turner x reader #alex turner fanfic #got a bad habit of posting right before work 😵‍💫

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1-800-cr33py · 7 months

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1800CR33PY’s KinkTober

| hello my ghoulies, here resides the tomb of fics I have planned for this month. I will be including other fandoms other than Creepypasta and EMH, so remember ahead of time!

PHASE ONE

DAY 1 Breath play w/ Brian ThomasDAY 2 Edging w/ Ghostface DAY 3 Overstim w/ RZ!Michael Myers DAY 4 Make-up Sex w/ Albert Wesker DAY 5 Collaring w/ Hobo Heart DAY 6 Breeding Kink w/ Eyeless Jack DAY 7 Dumbification w/ RZ!Michael Myers

PHASE TWO

DAY 8 Thigh Riding w/ Frank Morrison DAY 9 Hate Sex w/ Joey DAY 10 Impact Play w/ Liu Hodek DAY 11 Cockwarming w/ Tim Wright Day 12 Dom/Sub w/ Tarhos Kovács Day 13: Cunnilingus w/ Jane Arkensaw DAY 14 Predator/Prey w/ Bloody Painter(Helen Otis)

PHASE THREE

DAY 15 Shibari w/ The Puppeteer (Jonathan Blake) DAY 16 Hate Sex w/ Ghostface DAY 17 Aphrodisiac w/ Bo Sinclair DAY 18 Facesitting w/ Vincent Sinclair DAY 19 Rough Sex w/ Brahms Heelshire (Dom!Brahms agenda) DAY 20 Age Gap w/ Patrick Bateman DAY 21 A/B/O w/ The Trapper (Evan MacMillan)

PHASE FOUR

DAY 22 Size Kink w/ Pyramid Head

DAY 23 Exhibitionism w/ Asa Emory

DAY 24 Sugar Daddy w/ Chromeskull

DAY 25 Hand Kink w/ Brahms Heelshire

DAY 26 Voice Kink w/ Hannibal Lecter

DAY 27 Corruption Kink w/ The Man (Hush 2016)

DAY 28 Brat Taming w/ The Trickster (Ji-Woon Hak)

NEW ARRIVALS

DAY 29 Somnophilia w/ Sebastian Kruegar

DAY 30 Primal Play w/ Nikto (Andre Nikto)

DAY 31

Author’s Surprise <3

Author’s Comments: Please be aware these are always available to change if I receive a request I’d prefer more than what I’ve made up. If these happen to be a day or so late I apologize as I have a busy schedule and you know, have a life outside of social media /nm. But please feel free to request any changes, whether or not they make it to the KinkTober list is up to discussion between Mod 800 and I.

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just-a-creep-babe · 1 year

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Can I please have habit smut? I love your work btw :))

Tysm luv! ^^

This one turned out a bit short but I just,, i love the thought of dropping hints you want Habit to rail you until he eventually snaps & releases allllll his pent-up frustrations into you 🥰🥰🥰

Masterlist: x

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

You should’ve known not to tease him so goddamn much

You didn’t think the flirty jokes or the sly touches were getting to him—but apparently, you were so, so wrong

“Awh, what’s wrong, little rabbit?” he coos, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

You choke out a moan as he hits a spot that has your vision blurring

You can barely keep up with what he’s saying, your mind and body both way too overstimulated to think straight

“H-Habit,” you whimper his name, your voice breathless and shaky and needy

“All bark and no bite, hm? Here I fucking thought you wanted me to screw your brains out”

He wraps a hand around your throat almost possessively, his fingers digging into your neck

“Or are you just too fucked stupid to tell me this is exactly what you wanted?”

You claw at his arms, trying to get him to loosen his grasp because at this point, you couldn’t answer even if you wanted to

He sneers down at you, his teeth sharp and menacing as his pace doesn’t relent

Every time he pumps into you, you can feel yourself giving in—until all you can think about is Habit

“Fuck, I can see how fucking desperate you’re getting. You want me to cum inside you, hm? Want me to fill you up and breed you, little rabbit?~”

All you can do is nod

Lips parted, eyes glazed over in ecstasy—you just look too fucking cute; how could he not lean over to spit inside your mouth?

Your walls cinch around him when his saliva hits your tongue, and you swallow it down without even thinking

You instinctively wrap your legs around him, squeezing his hips, and the shift in angle is just enough to make you cum around his cock

“Fuck,” he curses, his voice splitting as dark eyes admire the sight of you cuming around him

“That’s right. Good fucking girl”

His voice is so low and latently threatening—even through your orgasm, it has you shivering and clenching tighter around him

It’s like you’re trying to milk him

Air rushes back to your lungs as he releases your throat

And as you’re gasping and choking, he doesn’t even pause to give you a chance to catch your breath

“Beg, little whore. Beg for me to cum inside this slutty cunt”

You’re panting and moaning, your brain scrambling in an attempt to keep up with the overstimulation

But even then, you somehow manage to plead semi-coherently

“P-please—fuck! Habit~ I-I need you—need you to cum inside me~”

He groans, nearly snarling, his cock twitching as he somehow fucks your even faster and harder

It’s too much

He lifts your legs over his broad shoulders, practically folding you in half to fuck you into a mating press

It has him reaching your cervix, the tip of his cock splitting you in half with every powerful thrust

“H-Habit, please—!~”

He twitches again, and then all at once, he snaps his hip forwards and cums as deep inside you as he possibly can

The feeling of him flooding your sex with his thick cum nearly sends you over the edge again

There’s so much of it; it gushes out around his length, making even more of a mess between your thighs

He tilts his head, grinning at the state he’s left you in

And after a few more languid thrusts, he pulls out, letting the rest of his cum and your arousal drip out of you

Spent and exhausted, you go to shut your legs, but he quickly grips your ankle before you can, forcing you to keep your legs open

He tsks, shaking his head like he’s disciplining a new puppy

“You really think I’m already done with you, little rabbit? After all that fucking teasing?”

His hand returns to your throat, grin widening at the fear flashing in your eyes

“No, I’ve barely fucking started~”

#habit #habit x reader #habit x reader smut #emh #emh habit #slenderverse

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spittingbloodandscreaming · 5 months

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Plaything (HABIT x Male reader SMUT!!)

WARNINGS: uhh kinda sorta held against your will? Somewhat dubcon, hair pulling, and HABIT is a warning all by himself. I don't think I missed anything, but let me know if I did!!

AN:

Not my first fic or first smut!! Just kinda my first time publishing. Uhmm reader is hinted to have religious trauma, Habit makes out like a fucking weirdo, reader doesn’t really talk other than to cry and be a slut, Habit doesn’t shut the fuck up, reader’s a dirty virgin. This is 109% self indulgent. Hope you like it!!

You hear footsteps echo from the hallway, the door slowly creaks open and shoes come into view of the desk you're hiding under. Habit bends down, one hand on the desk to steady himself, and the other on the knife he holds all too casually. Cartoonish in his movements and grinning, he speaks. "Well now, how'd you end up down here little rabbit? You weren't hiding from me, were ya?" He puts on an exaggerated frown, a caricature of hurt. The light from the hallway glints on the steel of his hunting knife. Your eyes widen, cheeks red and wet with tears. Your mind was actively shutting down from the stress of essentially being hunted. You’re in complete fight or flight mode, and you’re frozen. All you can do is be still, and stare, and hope.

He crouches down to be on eye level with you. His expression is almost sweet, almost apologetic. "Oh don't cry for me rabbit." He strokes your face with his free hand, brushing your hair out of your eyes. He pauses for a long moment, as if thinking over what to do next, then abruptly pulls his hand away. "You're adorable." He reaches for the knife on his belt. That's when you snap. You cover your face with your arms and curl up, making yourself as small as you physically can be, and start sobbing out mildly coherent nonsense.

"No! No— stop, please don't hurt me. I swear I'm a good boy! I went to church— I- I did everything I was supposed to! Please, I'm sorry." You don’t even know what you were apologizing for. You don’t know why you’re saying what you are. It all just comes out.

"Oh now don't be difficult, rabbit, you know it’ll just be worse if you make this hard for me." The words were said to you softly, "Just relax little fella, I'll only hurt you a bit. Just enough to make it fun." He puts the blade to your cheek, his touch is soft, almost loving, considering the deadly position he had you in. "Please rabbit, don't make this harder than it needs to be." You don’t respond. All you can do is sit there curled up and sobbing quietly. Your mind flooded with memories you’d tucked away, and a visceral, intense panic.

He grabs you by your jaw and forcibly turns your face towards him. He’s bent himself under the desk with you at this point, just enough to be uncomfortably close. He smiles, and it’s terrifying because it's unreadable. "Oh, you are just the cutest little thing." His free hand reaches out and strokes your face, but it's not soothing, it's possessive and controlling. He continues this for a moment as he stares you down before he begins to speak lowly. “You know, rabbit, I have no doubts you’re a good boy,” he says, moving his hand down to firmly grip your jaw, turning your face in a way where you’re forced to make eye contact with him. “I’m sure you can be the best little pet for me if you just cooperate, okay?” All you do is nod, and that’s enough for him. You work with Habit's movement, coming out from under the desk somewhat easily considering your current state, albeit somewhat hesitant. You and there uncomfortably, keeping your eyes down to the floor.

"That's a good rabbit." He stands up and pulls you out from under the desk. He picks you up with one arm, his knife still in the other before he puts it back in its place on his belt. He places both of his hands firmly on your shoulders, squeezing lightly. He looks you up and down briefly, almost inspecting you in a way. He doesn't take his eyes off of you as he reaches his arm to the side to pull up the office chair thrown to the side. He sighs as he sits down, cracking his knuckles before talking to you so casually, you'd think he isn't practically holding you hostage.

“Y'know, since you don't seem to like talking, I'll just tell you what's gonna happen.” He leans back in his chair, making himself comfortable in a way that makes him seem so powerful, so in control. “Now, I assume you don't wanna die, based on that… little outburst you had earlier, so what we're gonna do is—” he pauses, looking at you strangely. “Why aren't you sitting? Get down.” He motions to the floor, and after a second of confusion, you sit down, legs crossed, staring up at him with wide, tired eyes. “Now, as I was saying, you don't want to die, which works out great for me, since, well, I need a new plaything.” He leans his head back, staring up at the ceiling. “The old one just… stopped working for me. Wasn't fun anymore. You understand.”

Habit stands up from his chair abruptly, pushing it back as he does so. He holds out his arms, his movements very animated as he speaks. “You, though, you seem perfect. Just scared enough to not try to run away, just… just enough to be fun.” He crouches down to your level, grabbing your face in both hands as he does so. He leans in, face uncomfortably close to yours before pressing a kiss to your forehead. He pulls away briefly, scanning your face before kissing you properly. His lips are unsurprisingly rough—doesn't exactly seem like the type to use chapstick, anyway. You can feel him smile against your lips, his hands still on your face in a way that almost seems kind underneath the immense possessiveness.

To Habit's surprise, you don't fight back. In fact, after a while, you start to lean into the kiss instead of just sitting unmoving and uncomfortable. He sits up on his knees, moving his hands from your face and down your sides, lightning lifting you by your thighs and maneuvering you in a way that puts you on his lap. He secures of hand around your waist, and one on the back of your neck in a way that puts him, again, in full control. He moves your body in the exact way he wants it, and if he hadn't made it clear he's absolutely insane, erratic, and mildly bloodthirsty, it'd be insanely attractive.

Maybe it still is. Maybe those things make it more attractive.

You don’t exactly know what to do with your hands, but keeping them still in your lap doesn’t seem right. As Habit tightens his vice grip around your waist, you shakily raise your hands to place them on his chest, pulling a light snicker from him. Habit pulls away, looking at you in an almost inspecting manner. “Oh aren’t you cute, huh rabbit?” He moves his hand to rest gently around your throat, bringing you just the slightest bit closer. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” After a second of mildly stunned silence, you shake your head. I mean, you've kissed before, maybe some light make-outs, but never anything more. “Awh, that's okay rabbit. Just more fun for me,” he speaks in a low purr, pulling you into another kiss. He smiles into it like he’s plotting. And he is.

This time, Habit bites your bottom lip, making you yelp softly. He takes the opportunity to practically shove his tongue down your throat. He feels around your mouth, tracing his tongue over your teeth and pausing over your canines. You can’t tell if it’s a way of sizing you up or if he’s just a really strange kisser, but none of it matters when he pushes you against the floor and pins your legs under his all in one fluid movement, never separating from the kiss. He tightens the hand around your throat before moving it to the side of your face, keeping your head pressed against the coarse carpet of the office floor. He puts a sturdy amount of weight on you, sufficiently trapping you in place as he does so. The hand he has on your waist stays stiff and in place as you kiss. He spends a few moments taking his time nipping and biting at your lips and tongue before finally pulling away to allow you to breathe. However, your panting is interrupted by Habit tracing a long lick from your collarbone up to your cheek.

His cold saliva on your skin sends a shiver down your spine and brings attention to the tent in your pants. You seem to have gone through the entire interaction without noticing the full-fledged erection you’ve gotten, but with how close-pressed Habit is to you, you have a feeling he’s known the whole time. You shift in place uncomfortably, holding in breathy moans as Habit bites your neck—not just nips, but full mouth bites. As soon as you let out a particularly audible yelp, though, Habit looks up at you mid-lick and grins like a madman. “Oh rabbit, you’re getting into this, aren’t you?” His voice is like a guttural purr and you feel it against your skin as his mouth reconnects with your neck again, sucking dark purple hickies into your flesh. Habit runs his hands down your sides before shoving them up your shirt, and the sudden skin-on-skin contact makes you whine. He takes his sweet time feeling around your chest before moving down to squeeze your sides. He keeps this position while he kisses you roughly, almost to the point of making your teeth clash.

The way he’s holding you down, paired with the intense makeout sesh that’s been happening for the last however long brings you dangerously close to cumming in your pants. You think Habit knows, too, because just as you start to squirm and push against his chest, he begins to undo your belt one-handed while he uses the other to keep you still. As soon as you’re unbuckled, his hand is down your pants and palming your dick through your boxers. His actions rip a high-pitched, almost strangled moan from your throat, causing Habit to completely pull down your pants and underwear together. The second he has his hand around your cock he’s jerking you off at a brutal pace. It’s almost shameful how fast you cum, but who could blame you? I mean Habit just couldn’t help himself when you’re making such pretty sounds, how was he supposed to resist jerking you off?

Habit wastes absolutely no time flipping you over the second you cum in his hand. He has you face down ass up in a matter of seconds. He doesn’t bother prepping you, either. He takes a moment to smear your cum onto his dick for some impromptu lube before lining himself up. You don’t even register him undoing his belt until he’s already inside of you. He bottoms out first thrust, tearing a jagged squeal from your throat as he forces himself into you. Habit puts you in, what can only be described as a headlock, from behind as he rails you at an aggressively fast pace. The dull pain is quickly muddled with pleasure, making the two indecipherable as he fucks into you.

Habit hooks his free arm around your waist, leaning into you and letting out a deep, animalistic growl. “Fuck, rabbit you’re just so good at this, aren’t you? A good slut, right?” You’re practically screaming, he’s just going so fast, so hard, you just can’t take it. You manage to nod in a way, though it’s difficult with his arm locked around your neck. “Oh, such a good boy,” Habit purrs, mouth against your shoulder as he speaks. Something about what he said makes your dick twitch and hole spazam, and Habit notices. He takes it as an opportunity to move the hand around your neck down to your cock, sufficiently overstimulating you even more than before.

The side of your face is pressed into the carpet, and you’re drooling, and you cant even think about anything other than Habit’s cock buried inside of you. He’s hitting every single sweet spot. Anything and everything that can drive you crazy, he’s doing it. He’s jerking you off so well, too. Running his thumb over your tip every other flick of his wrist, focusing just the right amount of pressure in just the right places. You’re losing your mind, meanwhile Habit’s sucking and biting hickies all over your shoulders and the sides of your neck, furthering your high pitched screams and whines. It doesn't take much longer for you to cum again, making a mess all over your stomach and the carpet.

“Oh what a good rabbit, cumming all over for me?” Habit’s thrusts slow into a soft rutting as he speaks. He presses his chest against your back. “You’re gonna do it again,” it’s very clear that his words are a command, and it’s backed up by the new pace his hips set. It’s steady, but his thrusts are so rough they bring you to tears. Two orgasams back to back may have been enough for you, but it certainly wasn’t enough for Habit. The overstimulation is so much, it almost feels violent. Hot tears are running down your face now, and you’re hitting the office floor, and you’re begging him to stop.

“Please! Please stop! I— I can’t— too much!” Habit just smiles and strokes your hair gently before grabbing a handful of it.

“Oh, but you can, right? And you will.” His sentence fades into a growl as he speeds up his thrusts to a punishing pace and pulls your head back by your hair. You’re sobbing by now, and you wouldn’t be able to stay up right if it wasn’t for Habit holding you up. You can’t seem to form thoughts, and the only sounds able to leave your mouth are incoherent babbles and moans. He has you positioned so you can feel every individual movement so deep inside you its borderline unbearable.

Habit growls and snarls the entire time, occasionally stopping to bite your shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Your thighs are shaking and your cock is dripping with a mix of cum and new precum. Habit has his hand around your cock, jerking you off lazily. He’s barely even moving his hand, instead he’s letting the impact of his thrusts do most of the work. His movements begin getting erratic and off rhythm, but he’s sure to maintain the brutal intensity he’s set. Your moans have been reduced to drooling whimpers. There’s an uncomfortable amount of bodily fluids on the floor. Habit’s hips stutter, his dick twitches inside of you, and that’s enough to send you over the edge for the third time. His hips rut into yours as he pumps you full of his cum, and the feeling of getting filled is almost intoxicating.

Habit doesn’t pull out, instead holding you against his chest as he lets himself relax onto the floor, making a sound along the lines of purring as he does so. You don’t even mind the fact that he’s crushing you under his weight, or the fact your covered in cum and sweat. All you can focus on is Habit’s breathing, and maybe the fact you just signed your life away to this guy.

“Such a good boy for me rabbit. Such a good boy.”

#everymanhybrid x reader #habit x reader smut #habit everymanhybrid #habit emh #habit emh x reader smut #habit x male reader #habit x male reader smut #slenderverse x reader #everymanHYBRID x reader smut #everymanHYBRID #slenderverse #nsft #nsft fanfic

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starryd0ll · 7 months

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Why hello 👀 do you think I could possibly request some Habit hcs for how he is with oral? (Reader receiving)

possibly some period blood stuff, if you’re comfortable with writing that. I’m currently on mine, and holy do I just want the demon to go down on me

pairings: habit x afab!reader

warnings: 18+ explicit material, mentions of blood and overstimulation

notes: omg!!! my first request thank u bb. also i'm literally the biggest slut ever 4 habit ✿

Though Habit is a selfish man demon for some reason he loves oral.

It's just something that comes with being a demon I guess.

It's mostly the fact that his nose is always nestled against your clit, smelling your delicious scent as he pumps his tongue in and out of your needy cunt.

He loves the fact that he can make you cum with just his tongue.

He's an expert at it, knowing exactly what to do to make you grip the sheets and cum straight into his mouth.

He loves holding you down to the bed by your thighs, mouth sucking on your poor, overstimulated clit.

Speaking of which, when he goes down on you, you better prep.

Because he's not letting you go until your begging and whimpering for him to stop with tears falling down your puffy cheeks.

The more you try and fight him off, the longer he'll go.

So it's better to just let him do his thing, he'll eventually get his fill....hopefully.

Sometimes when he comes home, drenched in blood after a kill or two. He'll find you immediately, tearing your pretty panties off and shoving his face between your thighs.

He won't use his mouth just yet, instead taking in the scent of your already aroused cunt, and finally after what feels like forever he'll start lapping and sucking like a man starved.

Basically he's a feral little munch.

But, when your on your period,

oh god.

He's insatiable.

Absolutely insatiable.

He loves the feeling and taste of the blood leaking out of your most sensitive area.

He does not care, and will never understand why any man would be hesitant to go down on you especially when your on your period.

"What do you mean it's because of the blood?...the bloods the best part!"

After you've orgasmed at least four times, he will pull away and the lower portion of his face will be absolutely DRENCHED in blood.

He'll lick it all off of course.

Or maybe he will try and lean in to kiss you and laugh when you shove him away in disgust.

Almost every time your on your period he'll always pull the 'orgasm's help with period cramps' card, so you'll let him do it.

If that doesn't work than he'll just dirty talk and butter you up in hopes he can get a taste.

Of course after he's done, your left shaking and writhing in pleasure.

He'll crawl back up next to you, and whisper.

"You enjoyed my tongue, didn't you rabbit?"

#—Habit’s world #✫headcanons #habit #habit emh #emh #everymanhybrid #x reader #x y/n #smut #habitsmut #creepypasta x you #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x reader #headcanon

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lesinquietes · 7 months

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But can you imagine bringing like, Shigaraki home to meet your family/chosen family? Oh my god 💀

He’d stroll in, slouched over, with with his hands in his pockets, barely making eye contact. He’d offer your mom/mother figure a short “hey” in that gravelly smoker’s voice of his. No handshakes. If your dad/father figure tried to get one out of him, he’d give him five (or four ig because dusting your loved ones is off limits) super casual like and walk over to park himself on the couch.

If you have a sister or a brother, Shigaraki isn’t talking to them unless they have something good to say. He doesn’t like fake shit. He also doesn’t like to be bored, so they better figure out what he’s interested in before they even try to speak with him. Of course, with a bit of playful nudging into his rib cage, he’d be sure to change his tune a little — just to make you happy. But he’s not fucking talking about the weather, no matter what.

And holy fuck, if your family cooks a nice meal, it better be perfect because our boi is very opinionated. He’ll do his very best to reign it in for the sake of sparing feelings, but don’t expect him to say the meal is delicious or anything. He will mutter a soft thank you, though, even if it doesn’t taste the greatest. He remembers what it’s like to be starving on the street; since then, he appreciates every morsel of food he gets.

That said, he doesn’t fuck with dessert unless it’s his favourite.

When it comes time to leave, he’s not quick to leap up from his place on the sofa. He waits for you to lead the way to the door, so as not to pressure you. He knows your people are precious to you. He won’t say it, but he doesn’t want to rush your visits with them because he loves seeing you light up with life when you see them. It’s clear that you miss hanging around here all the time.

So, despite how uncomfortable family dinners make him, he supposes he can suck it up every once in a while for you.

#I was in a fluffy mood for some reason????#I was gonna add smut bc creature of habit but this is kinda cute #Shigaraki fluff #Shigaraki x reader #Tomura x reader

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changbunnies · 4 months

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Crave, Final (18+)

♡ Pairing: Romantic Demon!Hyunjin x Plus Size Human Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: supernatural au, demon au, age gap relationship typical in monster fucker fics, some slight angst, more porn with plot <3

♡ Word Count: 5.1k

♡ Summary: "The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain." - Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. In which Hyunjin, a demon from the nine circles of hell, finds himself impossibly infatuated with the very human he once set upon himself to destroy.

♡ Warnings: this is the final part! please read the previous parts before this one <3 part 1, part 2, part 3, supernatural abilities, mentions of dying and going to hell (nothing bad happens to reader i promise), hyunjin feels a lot of guilt over being a liar and loving reader, hyun's demon side makes its full appearance!, brief mention of blood.

♡ Smut Warnings (contains spoilers): we are going full on demon / monster fucker in this part babyyy, pet names (my love, lovely, baby, gendered language such as "good girl"), dom/sub dynamics with switch vibes, some more biting and marking, improper use of a tail :) take that as you will :), oral (m receiving), size kink, dacryphilia, unprotected piv, creampie.

♡ Notes: i'm gonna be real with ya'll i worked so hard to get this out quickly cause a game i've been waiting for comes out this week and the internet is going to be dead to me while i play it fdfgdfgdf so if i'm a ghost for a while after this upload that's why!

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

Unsurprisingly, Hyunjin is first to awake despite having fallen asleep after you. Even without the exhausting pleasure gauntlet he subjected your body to, he would’ve woken first regardless; as a being who doesn’t require sleep, he doesn’t stay in that state for nearly as long as a human does. And even then it’s not a “true” sleep; it’s more like a meditative state, that surely did help give his mind and body rest, but was wholly unnecessary when it came to his ability to function.

Given that he’s already forced the state once tonight, it’d be almost impossible to do so again as it’s simply not in his biology to do so. And despite himself, he still wants to linger; so he closes his eyes again, and though sleep does not return to him, he stays that way- holding you close, listening to your deep, slow breaths, his fingers lazily and softly tracing over your skin.

The meditative state he’d been in for the last few, entirely too short hours did thankfully offer some much needed clarity to his racing mind. Hyunjin, grappling with the fact that he lost control of himself, carelessly (or maybe instinctively, unconsciously), bared his fangs to sink into your skin and mark you like a werewolf would his mate left him both ashamed and frightened for what would come next.

It’s far from Hyunjin’s proudest moment, and never before has he had to grapple with the possibility of losing something important to him. There’s part of him that still doesn’t even fully understand why you’re important to him. He’s a demon for fuck’s sake- demons don’t fall in love with humans, they manipulate humans to fall in love with them. They destroy human’s lives for fun, they take and ruin and feed until their prey is left with nothing, and then they move on to the next person.

And Hyunjin knew he was different from a standard demon, not just in physiology and intelligence but also in the way he approached life, but it still baffled him to realize just how different he truly was. He did the exact opposite of what other demons in the same position as him would have done; he could have charmed you for an easy fuck where you think you’re in love though he is a stranger and it would’ve been enough to satiate his need to have you.

He could’ve avoided spendings months getting to know you, he could’ve manipulated you to suit his whims from the moment he formally met you instead of spending all his time to foster a real connection. He could’ve lied through his teeth at every moment, and while he certainly did lie, it was only ever necessary lies; he never, not even once, lied about something he felt or thought. Every glimpse into his personality, ideals, likes and dislikes were all genuine, when instead he could’ve just given you thoughtless answers that he thought you’d want to hear, never injecting his real self into the dynamic.

But for reasons he couldn’t understand, he wanted you to love him- and not for some idealized man he crafted to meet your every need and preference, but to love him for who he actually is as a person. But.. he isn’t really a person, not in the way you are. Still, he followed that notion, and at every moment he was genuine; every look, every touch, every date and every gift- they were sincere admissions of a love he truly felt and wanted you to share, his proverbial heart being worn on his sleeve.

It reached a point where lying to you ate away at him, but he didn’t know what else he was supposed to do. In what reality did it make sense for him to confess that he’s a demon and for you to be okay with it? And his mistake has forced him to confront that difficult truth much sooner than he had hoped to, has given root to the fear of rejection, loss, and unrequited love- human emotions he never expected to feel, that he thought he was incapable of feeling in the first place.

All he can do is pray that when he tells you the truth about who he is, that you don’t turn away and rebuke him. And how ironic it is for him to pray for something- to want something so badly that all he can do is plead to the higher power he’s supposed to be against to grant him this selfish wish he doesn’t want to let go of. Hyunjin has come to understand in his time with you that the relationship between humans and demons is more complex and codependent on his end than he would’ve initially given credence to, but maybe all it took to spark that epiphany was meeting the right person.

And how foolish he is, to devote so much time and love to a being whose existence will only equate to a mere fraction of his own, who is fragile and weak and without lasting power. Maybe if he’s lucky, when you are met with mortality your soul will find him in his domain in the second circle, where your sins will go unjudged and unpunished for as long as Hyunjin remains at the top, where your eternity of “atonement” can be spent with him, where he’ll regard you as a queen of equal standing.

Dark fades to light with the rising of the sun, and still he keeps his eyes closed, as if preventing them from opening would also prevent the reality that is fast approaching from coming to pass. Eventually, when the sun is high in the sky and brightly illuminating your room through your open blinds, he feels you stir, cautiously opening his eyes to the sight of you trying to blink away the sleepy fatigue that still maintains a grip on your senses.

You offer him a soft, lazy smile as you wake further, clinging closer to him with a tight squeeze of your arms around his torso. How naturally you smile at him and hug him is both a soothing balm and cruel crutch that he knows will break the heart he isn’t even supposed to have when it is gone. Thankfully, in your sleep-addled state, you don’t recognize the looming dread that hangs over him, and he’s able to quickly shove it down to return your smile and plant a soft kiss to your face, reminding himself to enjoy his time with you while he still has it.

Pushing your hair out of your face as you wake up more, Hyunjin catches a glimpse at your neck, the speckled bruises and fading indents of his teeth becoming entirely visible. Well, all marks of his teeth were fading except for one- the two holes left behind from his fangs, the shameful evidence that he lost control of himself in a way he never had before. Broken skin doesn’t mend in just a single night’s sleep, and he knew the moment you touched your neck or looked in the mirror you would know they were there and you would look at the mark, at him, with either fear, confusion, or both as you try to comprehend how his bite would cause such a thing.

“How’d you sleep, lovely?” Hyunjin decides to ask so his mind doesn’t dwell and linger on your neck. “Good,” is all you say with a small, bashful smile, pink crawling over your features as you recall all Hyunjin did to and for you. Honestly, you can’t remember the last time you slept so deeply, and you don’t think you’ll ever forget that feeling of ultimate bliss as your eyes grew heavy and mind drifted off comfortably.

“You make me so happy,” you follow up, tilting your head up to capture his lips in a soft, good morning kiss. “Want to make you happy too,” you whisper against his lips before kissing them again, and his heart squeezes almost painfully in his chest because he feels it- lust, passion, desire, love. What starts as a small prick to his senses builds to an all encompassing tsunami the more you kiss him and entangle your limbs with his, love, love, I love you your soul radiates.

It’s all he’s ever wanted, all this time it’s what he’s been working towards and hoping for, and it shoots almost painful electricity throughout his every nerve ending- overwhelming, consuming, too radiant and bright and pure to belong to a man such as him, who isn’t really a “man” at all but an entity entirely undeserving of your grace. Selfish, desperate, shameful- he holds you as if he is none of those things, as if he doesn’t taint you just by loving you.

You push Hyunjin so he’s flat on his back, rolling yourself on top of him, your hair tickling his skin as it falls over his face when you kiss him. His grip on your hips is tight, almost painfully so, but you welcome it. He’s so fucking hungry for you, he craves you so, so bad, and you meet that hunger enthusiastically, your hands ghosting over his chest and down his stomach, making quick work of the shirt he slept in.

You suppose taking the lead comes naturally to you once shyness and subtle insecurity is dealt with, but you’d easily concede control to Hyunjin again should he have the desire to once again make you pliant beneath him. Your hips roll down onto his hardening cock, and the groan that escapes him makes your stomach flutter with countless butterflies. He nips at your bottom lip with his teeth, sometimes tugging before soothing the bites with soft licks of his tongue.

The rest of your clothes come off in a blur- your nightgown practically ripped off of you by Hyunjin while you fumble with the tied knot of his sweatpants, both of you panting into each other’s mouths, every noise being muffled and swallowed. Wrong, this is wrong, selfish, you’re wicked, deplorable, the back of Hyunjin’s mind screams at him in stark contrast to the way he desperately paws at you, lust and hunger casting a fog over his rationality.

But when he opens his eyes as you pull back for a breath, his eyes instinctively travel back to your neck, the mark he left on your skin expounding upon his building guilt. He has to tell you now- before the guilt eats away at him entirely, before he loses control of himself again, before he does something else he’ll regret. An almost guttural pained noise leaves his throat when you roll your lower body down on him again, fingers digging into the swell of your hips, his now bare cock becoming slick with your essence.

“Shit, fuck- wait, baby wait-” Hyunjin breathes out, the most ragged and strained you’ve ever heard his voice. He can feel your passion and desire become background to concern and doubt, can feel your anxiety spiking as you cease your movements. Fuck, he feels so bad- but you have to know he’s not what you think he is, he won’t forgive himself if he doesn’t tell you now. “Listen, I-” Hyunjin starts, then swallows, and your eyes swim with care as you see him struggle, “I- your neck, its..”

“Hyun, I wanted you to do it, don’t worry about that,” you tell him sweetly and softly, one of your hands grabbing his and rubbing soothing circles on it with your thumb. His heart squeezes once again, and he shakes his head, “That’s not it, I.. just feel it, or look at it, or..” You furrow your brows in confusion but do as he asks of you, trailing your fingers carefully over all the spots you knew he bit and sucked your skin.

You don’t feel much, at first- just a bit tender where you assume bruises have formed, some extremely faint indents of teeth, but as you get closer to the junction where your neck meets your shoulder, you feel it and your entire body freezes. What.. is that..? You scramble to grab your phone from the nightstand, turning on the camera and flipping its view to see yourself, blinking as you try to process what you’re seeing reflected in the viewfinder.

What the fuck? Slowly, in disbelief as your mind lags and struggles to compute with the reality of what you’ve seen, you lower your arm and let your phone fall from your hand. Are you dreaming? You feel like you’ve been transported to one of those YA vampire romances you read in college for fun- but that’s impossible, isn’t it? Things like that aren’t real, are they? There’s no way you’ve been dating a supernatural being for months.

Your next thought is that this is an ill-timed prank, though you can rationally tell it isn’t. And Hyunjin’s hand that is still in yours.. You can feel it tremble with uncertainty and apprehension, his eyes relaying a deep seated fear of rejection and.. Guilt? Guilt for what? Do you even want to know the answer to that question? You assume it’s related to whatever this is, whatever he is, but.. what is that, exactly?

Hesitantly, you ask him, wondering if this is really your teen fantasy Twilight moment- stark naked, sitting on the dick of a man who might not actually be “a man” at all. “You may not believe me if I tell you, but I can show you,” he says quietly whilst cautiously squeezing your hand. “O-Okay.. sure,” you breathe out nervously, squeezing his hand back in support. Maybe this is a mistake, but seeing the utter anxiety he’s struggling with, you can’t help but empathize.

If the roles were reversed, and you were an otherworldly being in a relationship with a human, would you be able to tell them? Wouldn’t you be scared of losing them if they knew the truth? And maybe you shouldn’t forgive him easily, regardless of what the truth ends up being, but you think you can understand what would drive him to keep such a deep secret. You’re still fucking scared of whatever it is, if you’re being honest, but you don’t want to believe that the Hyunjin you know is anything but the sweet, perfect, gentle boyfriend you’ve known him as thus far.

All you do is blink and instantly the Hyunjin before you is different, as if a veil that was covering your eyes has been lifted to reveal his truest self. His facial features and hair are the same, recognizably Hyunjin through and through, but his skin has changed from a natural, honeyed tone to a deep, scarlet red hue. His eyes, in turn, are no longer a dark, boba-like brown, but instead an unnatural crimson.

Long, pointed ears like an elf you’d see in a fantasy game or movie, horns the same color as his skin protruding from the top of his head, curving gently until they point straight up. You can just barely see the points of his fangs between his parted lips, can see bat-like wings struggling to fit beneath him on the bed, as well a long, slender tail with an upside down heart as its tip. And his body, which was already warm, now feels almost impossibly hot, as if he has a dangerous fever coursing through him, with his nails now more like claws in their length and pointed edge.

He’s.. still so beautiful..? You weren’t sure what kind of change you were expecting, and you still don’t entirely understand what he is, but he’s undeniably just as gorgeous now as when he was presenting himself as human. His form is reminiscent of the beauty found in the work of Gustave Doré, whose art Hyunjin had once praised and talked at length about; ethereal, otherworldly, mesmerizing-

Wait. Something clicks- the rumors of your apartment being haunted by a demonic entity before you moved in that you disregarded and didn’t believe in. The times you’d wake up from sleep and notice something had been moved, always slightly off from how you’d left it. The presence you’d sometimes feel despite being alone, the sensation of being watched that sometimes lingered, but always seemed to go away when Hyunjin was at your apartment. His extensive knowledge of art and history that feels as if he lived through the era rather than just having read about it, his fluency in latin that goes beyond mere college study..

You’re in love with a demon. And you suspect that he’s known you longer than you’ve known him. “I’m sorry, I never wanted to lie to you,” Hyunjin breathes nervously after he sees understanding flash in your eyes as you put the pieces of his identity together. “I just, I.. became so utterly, impossibly infatuated by you. But I couldn’t just.. show myself, even if I wanted to. And I- I wanted you to know me, because I love you more than I ever thought was possible for someone like me.”

It’s hard to say whether or not you’ve been manipulated and misled to trust him, but you do, even if you shouldn’t. And you’ll have to hope God will forgive you for the sacrilege you’re about to commit. Squeezing his hand in a display of acceptance, leaning down to kiss him once more in a display of love regardless of the truth you’ve been shown, dedication to an act entirely unholy. Though, if Hyunjin is what will be waiting for you in hell, maybe damning your soul there isn’t so bad.

You feel him positively melt with relief, soft apologies from him and acceptances from you rolling off the tongue. “Promise me this is the only lie, promise this is the only secret and I’ll forgive you,” you breathe and he affirms without hesitation, enduring promises of true love and honesty pouring from his lips. “We can even make it a pact if you want,” he says after a string of promises and you shake your head with a slight smile.

If what you’re led to believe from media is true, if Hyunjin made a pact with you in which his end of the deal is to never lie to you, he’d suffer grave consequences for breaking it. “I’m choosing to trust you without that, so don’t break it, okay?” Hyunjin nods with a smile before you’re kissing once more, his arms wrapping around you and hugging you tight to his impossibly hot skin.

When your tongue enters his mouth, you curiously explore the point and feel of his fangs, and when he nips at your lips, the sharp point very nearly draws blood with each bite, the subtle pain utterly intoxicating. It’s not long before your lips end up swollen and bitten red, your tongues continuing to swirl and move together, your hands fervent in their exploration and demand to feel.

Soon enough, he’s flipping your positions, your back now against the mattress with Hyunjin pushing himself between your legs, his mouth trailing gently over the marks he left the previous night. He sucks over the skin once more, deepening the bruises he’s already left behind, brightening them in color. It aches, and yet you tilt your head to the side to make his task easier, feeling him smile against your skin as his fangs poke at your sensitive skin.

He doesn’t bite down, not like he did last night- he doesn’t want to hurt you too much. Instead, his teeth scrape and taunt, the feeling of them enough to have you whining even without the bite. When he pulls away to look at you, your eyes are already pleasantly glazing over in a lustful haze, and seeing his fangs when he smiles confidently down at you makes you dizzy. He’s so fucking beautiful, sexy- it’s going to drive you crazy one of these days.

You jump slightly in surprise when you feel his tail slinking up your leg, wrapping around and hugging your thigh. And it’s when you look down to see how his tail looks wrapped around you that you finally catch a glimpse of his impossibly hard and leaking cock, so unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. It’s big- much bigger than you imagine a human could ever compare, and just as deep and supernaturally red as the rest of him.

You’re practically drooling at the sight, at the thought of having it in your mouth- would he taste the same as a human, or would his essence be entirely unique? Hyunjin has to hesitate from smirking when he sees you blatantly staring and curiously, hungrily licking your lips, the increased lust from seeing his cock spilling from you in droves. “You want a taste, lovely?” he asks with a charismatic, almost mischievous tilt of the head, his grin growing when you nod eagerly.

“C’mon then, love, ‘s all yours,” he says while uncurling his tail from around your thigh, standing up and letting you come meet him at the edge of the bed. You tentatively reach out to touch his cock, and fuck, it’s so heavy in your hands. Your hands look so small wrapped around him, your fingers unable to wrap entirely around his girth, and while usually both your hands are enough to cover the entire length of a cock up to its tip, Hyunjin still has much more than just the tip poking through.

Long, thick, big, you’re not sure how it’ll fit in your mouth, much less your pussy- but you’re not a quitter. You start with kisses that turn into kitten licks as you rub up and down his length with both hands, looking up at Hyunjin through your lashes, eager for a reaction, for praise. He brings a hand to the back of your head, waiting for you to open your mouth for him. He carefully guides and urges you to take more and more of him in, until the tip is touching the back of your throat.

It takes everything in you not to gag and choke, your eyes brimming with tears as you breathe through your nose. “That’s it, what a good girl, taking so much of me,” Hyunjin pets your head as he praises you, and he can see you pressing your thighs together, squirming and desperate to hear more. You want to take all of him in your mouth, but you recognize that’s an impossibility- so you settle for pumping what you can’t fit in your mouth with your hands, doing your best to match the pace of your hands with the bobbing of your head.

Hyunjin’s soft, breathy moans fuel you, his fingers tangling in your hair as he begins to take control of the rhythm. You let out a squeak of surprise when you feel his tail snake between your legs, gasping when you feel the tip of his tail teasing your clit. “‘S good? You like that?” Hyunjin asks when you moan around his cock, another smirk gracing his beautiful, perfect face when you quickly nod.

The combination of his cock down your throat and his tail rubbing your clit makes you dizzy, the pace of your hands faltering as your thighs twitch and tremble. Eventually, your hands drop to your lap, your nails digging into your palms as you let him play with your clit and use your mouth, tears falling as he holds your head while rolling his hips and making you take as much as you can handle.

Determined now to make you cum while his cock is deep in your throat, he moves one of his hands to your chest, tweaking and pulling at one of your nipples, earning a muffled whine as your eyes squeeze shut. Your hands, no longer curled into desperate fists, now cling to his thighs, your nails digging into his skin as you cry and whimper. Hyunjin is relentless on all fronts- from the pace he fucks your mouth, to the flicking of his tail against your clit, to the way he pinches and tugs on your nipples.

“Gonna cum just like this, aren’t you, lovely? Go ahead baby, let go and show me how good you feel.” With Hyunjin’s permission, and a few more quick flicks of his tail against your clit, you’re cumming with a loud, but muffled cry, your nails failing to break the skin of his thighs despite how harsh you claw at him. You suck in a deep breath when he pulls out of your mouth, your chest heaving as you come down from your high and air returns to your lungs. Hyunjin showers you in more praise as he wipes the tears away from your eyes with his thumbs, subsequently leaving a lingering trail of kisses to your cheeks where they streaked your skin.

He guides you to lay back down on the bed, planting sweet kisses to your lips once you’ve finished catching your breath. You can feel his cock, wet and still impossibly heavy, between your legs, and you want it in you now. “Hyun,” you start, a pout gracing your lips as you prepare yourself to shamelessly beg, “want you so bad, please, please, fuck me, I need it.”

You can feel his cock unceremoniously twitch at your pleas, a groan leaving his throat at your desperate tone. “You don’t have to beg, my love, I’ll give you anything you want,” Hyunjin says as he rubs his fingers between your folds, feeling how slick you’ve gotten for him. Truthfully, he should prep you more first, but you’re both so fucking needy for each other, and he’ll just have to hope that fingering you last night and making you cum again since then will be good enough.

He kisses you and lets you squeeze his hand as he pushes inside, the stretch so much more intense than anything you’ve ever felt, so full that your eyes are rolling back before he’s even thrusting his hips. It aches, it stings, but it’s also the most addictive pleasure you’ve ever experienced, and you want all he has to give you, more and more, until you can feel and think of nothing but him.

Hyunjin holds one of your legs, his tail once again wrapping around the thigh of the other, this time using it to keep you spread and open for him, allowing him to sink as deep as he possibly can. “Fuck, baby-” Hyunjin groans once he’s sheathed fully inside, your walls so wet and hot and squeezing him impossibly tight, “needed this, needed you so fucking bad, you have no idea.”

“You too, needed you too Hyun, so bad,” you mirror his sentiment between gaspy moans and shaky whines when he finally starts pulling out, pushing back in one swift and fluid motion, building a quick, desperate pace. Despite the desperation however, his pace is far from sloppy- every thrust is precise, leaving you arching your back as your cries grow in volume, your nails digging harshly into his forearms.

When he knows you can handle it, he fucks into your faster, capturing your mouth in messy, open kisses, your saliva mixing and pooling until it drips from the corners of your mouth. His grip on your thigh tightens, his fingers sure to leave bruises behind in their wake. Sweat drips from his brow, sometimes falling to your cheeks, and God, the sight is utterly mesmerizing- even as sweat drips down his face and sticks his hair to his forehead, he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

And again he feels it, the utter love and trust pouring forth from your soul, radiant and perhaps undeserving to be felt by him, but it exists all for him nonetheless. His head drops to your shoulder, every emotion that he feels spilling from you driving him further and further into bliss, his pleasured moans dancing in your ears. “Tell me, please, fuck, please tell me-” Hyunjin practically whines, his nails now digging into the meat of your thighs as he fucks you harder.

Tell him? Tell him what? Somehow, you think you know what he wants to hear, because it’s the very same thing that you want to hear too. “Love you, I love you, lov- fuck, love you so much,” you breathlessly spill the words between moans, and you hear Hyunjin keen, pleasure erupting from every nerve ending, the wave of love that you exude enough to drown him completely. “Lovely, my love, I love you, I’m gonna- fuck, ‘m gonna cum, tell me again,” Hyunjin pleads, desperate and urgent, his cock throbbing and twitching as he approaches his own high.

You do just as he asks, stuttering out endless “I love you”s until you’re both cumming hard, a blissful intensity that steals your breaths away and leaves your bodies shaking. His cum shoots inside you in long spurts, filling you to the brim, so much so that it spills out of you even with his cock still firmly pressed inside you. “Mine,” Hyunjin mutters as he kisses you, passionate and deep, no longer sloppy and desperate as it was in the throes of his orgasm, “my baby, just mine, aren’t you?”

“Just yours, all yours,” you say, and he knows you’re telling the truth, can feel it with every fiber of his being that you mean it sincerely. It was surreal, realizing the truth about your boyfriend and loving him regardless of who he is and how he truly appears, but you don’t think you regret it. He cleans you up diligently, he helps you get dressed and makes you breakfast, he showers you in kisses and endless praise just as he always does throughout the rest of your day.

Because even though he may appear different to you now, he’s still the same Hyunjin you met; the one who dotes on you endlessly, who takes care of you sweetly, who spends hours talking and cuddling and listening to every thought you have. Though you can’t explicitly read emotion the way he can, you always know what he’s thinking and feeling- because with you he’s transparent, with nothing to hide and only love and tenderness to give.

Maybe it’s wrong for a human and demon to be in love, but you like to think this is the happiness you were meant to have, that this is where you’re supposed to be- right by Hyunjin’s side, until your final breath and then in eternity, a love that transcends your human mortality. If there is one thing you are certain of, it is that spending forever with Hyunjin will bring you a love you’ll feel eternally- warm, gentle, and true.

hello, thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed <3 i just want to clarify here at the end in case you felt any confusion or questions about demon anatomy while reading: hyunjin does have like, a physical heart that beats (he has to get his demon blood pumping through his body somehow!) but i imagine that demons don't have an "emotional" heart, because their heart doesn't react to thoughts, feelings, and emotions the ways ours does.

to help get this point across, in japanese they use 2 different words for "heart"- shinzou for the literal, physical, medical side of the heart: it's the word you'd use for saying things like "they had a heart attack", "i have heart disease", etc, while kokoro is for the emotional, feeling side: used in sentences like "my heart beats so fast when i look at him" or "wow that story really moved my heart"

so like. when hyunjin is saying things like "proverbial heart", that is what he's referring to- having an emotional reaction that he's under the impression he shouldn't be having. he is only just now realizing he has an emotional heart, and not just a physical one :') i hope that makes sense to you and i hope it wasn't confusing whilst reading gsdfgfd thanks again for reading <3

#skz x reader #hyunjin x reader #skz smut #hyunjin smut #skz scenarios #skz imagines #mdni + divider graphic credit: @cafekitsune #despite scolding myself last time i once again stayed up all night to finish this #its 7am.... bad habits die hard... good night...

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its been so long since ive done and ask but could you possibly do a short fic on Habit with a plus-sized gn reader?

or nsft and sft headcanons if you dont feel like doing a fic? thank you so much!

i hope you have a good day or whenever you see this!

- Star anon ✨

hi star !!!! i'm so sorry i've been really busy this weekend catching up on homework and i wasn't able to write out a fic, i'm for sure gonna put it on my list of to-dos for when i have the time :,) thank you soso much, i hope you like it n let me know if there's anything you want me to change !! <3

[NSFT] 🐇 HABIT x gn!plus sized!reader sft and nsft headcanons <3

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[SFT]

please remember this mf is strong

if you're not used to getting picked up and get jumpscared a lil bit when he picks you up he thinks it is SO FUNNY

not because you aren't used to it, but because you grab on to his shirt with all of your might and let out very panicked "habithabithABITHABIT-"

evil little critter. 5'3 and insane

pays you compliments in the mirror when he catches you getting ready

will walk up behind you in the mirror and put his head on your shoulder with the biggest most stupid in love grin on his face

unless you tell him otherwise, he'd be the kinda guy to squeeze your love handles when he's close to you for long enough

in all honesty it doesn't make a ton of a difference to him

if he loves you he loovveesss youuuuuu

if you do get insecure about anything related to your body, he doesn't really understand

as in he does to some degree, because he's been around a loong time, but he doesn't understand why you would be upset with how you look. it just doesn't click up there.

[NSFT]

remember how i said he's strong

you're gonna end up with your back against the wall while he holds your legs up i don't make the rules man

in general though he takes the term love HANDLES very seriously

he cannot get enough of you, his hands are constantly on you when things are happening

he's grabbing at your thighs, running his hands along your sides, whatever he can reach

if you can get him where you're stradling him while you're making out? it's feverish the way he kisses you, gripping your hips to grind you down onto him

#emh habit x reader #habit emh #everymanhybrid x reader #habit emh x reader #habit emh smut #habit everymanhybrid #rabbit writings #✨

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The Doctor Will See You Now… Part Two

Pairing: John Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 2,617

Warnings: SMUSMUTSMUT 18+ Unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), rough deep throating, fingering, dirty talk, praise, use of the word whore, breeding kink, use of medical equipment.

Author's Notes: LORD HAVE MERCY. I hope my John Carpenter besties enjoy this second part. Thank you once again for all your dirty little prompts that made this random mini series happen. Love y'all. Also possible spelling errors because I'm too lazy to fix them.

Part One

"You're doin' so good for me.."

Since that day in the examination room with Dr. Carpenter you couldn’t stop thinking about it or him and the way he felt inside of you, or the way he spoke to you. It had been almost two weeks since you last saw him. It felt as if he was avoiding you because of his nurses catching on to his lustful and inappropriate behavior with you. He had scheduled an appointment for you to come in and see him again so he could check if you were pregnant. But that was weeks away because he wanted to give it time. But you couldn’t wait that long. You needed to see him. So you made your way down to his office and when you went inside the nurses had all been distracted by their patients and the young nurse sitting by behind the desk up front was too busy reading her magazine to notice you as you snuck by past her. You usually would fake sick just to see him but after last time everyone knew what the two of you were up to. You went looking for his office and you smiled happily when you found it and the door was open and he was busy looking over some paperwork as he sat behind his desk. You watched him for a moment before you knocked on the door. He assumed you were one of the nurses so he didn’t even bother to look up as he spoke. “Yes, nurse?” he said softly as he shuffled through his papers. You giggled quietly as you stepped into the room.

“Hello, Dr. Carpenter.” you said sweetly.

He’d recognize that voice anywhere and he looked up from his papers and his eyes widened from the sight of you and he jumped out of his chair and he quickly walked over to shut the door behind you. To say he was surprised to see you would be an understatement. “Uh, what are ya doin’ here, Y/N? I had an appointment scheduled for you in a few weeks.” he whispered. You bit your lip and moved closer toward him and your hands clutching onto his belt as you pressed yourself against him and you leaned up to kiss his lips softly and he returned your loving kiss before he pulled you back.

“I missed you. Didn’t you miss me?” you giggled and your hands still gripping his belt as you began to unbuckle it and then unbutton his pants. You stared up at him with those innocent eyes of yours. He cleared his throat trying to hold back his groan as he felt your hand pressed up against his cock, swallowing harshly.

“I-I missed ya too, honey. But y-you can’t be here today..” he uttered softly. You raised an eyebrow at his words and then looked down at his cock that was already erect and ready for you. You smirked to yourself as you slowly sank down to your knees before him and you looked up at the handsome doctor, ignoring what he said and tugging his pants down just enough to get his cock out of his pants and you licked your lips at the very sight of it. You wrapped your hand around the shaft of his cock and tucked back his foreskin with your other hand and you dragged your tongue around the head of his cock tasting the saltiness of his precum coating your tongue. He let out a long and low moan as his head rested up against his office door. “Fuck baby..” he mumbled under his breath. You kept your eyes on him as you swirl your tongue around his head once more and then down along his entire shaft and he groaned loudly. You slowly pulled back with a smirk.

“What were you saying, doctor? I shouldn’t be here?” you hummed as you pressed soft kisses along his cock batting your eyes up at him with a smirk.

“Fuck..” he mumbled under his breath and he grabbed a handful of your hair holding in a makeshift ponytail and wrap some of it around his wrist. “Shut up and take this cock into that little whore mouth of yours.” he growled and he forced his cock into your mouth and groaned loudly as he forced it deep. You gagged softly when you felt his cock hit the back of your throat and you grabbed a hold of his thighs your nails digging right into them as he took control and roughly fucked your face and you squealed softly around his cock as you choked and gagged. The saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth and dripping down your chin. Your eyes watering and ruining a bit of your mascara and you finally managed to pull away so you could get some air. He groaned, licking over his lips. “You okay, honey? Was that too much for ya?” he said with a smirk. You shook your head at him as you took in some air. He grinned and pulled you back down by your hair and forcing his cock back into your mouth and bobbing your head on his cock as he used you for his pleasure and causing the most obscene noises escape you and now you were drooling on his cock and he finally pulled you away and you coughed softly trying to catch your breath as your chin dripped in your saliva onto your dress. “Goddamn, woman.. I ain’t gonna let ya make me cum yet.” he chuckled.

You giggled softly as you wiped your mouth clean, staring up at him with a smirk. He helped you back up on your feet and you stared up at him running your hands along his shirt. “I think I’m ready for my examination now.. It’s been throbbing for you..” you cooed. He combed his fingers through your hair as he smiled down at you and he kissed you deeply and you let out a soft moan against his lips as you returned his kiss.

“We’ll get to that, baby.” he hummed as his hands cupped your face and his eyes stared deeply into yours. “Now tell me, since I last saw ya.. Have you been experiencing any pregnancy symptoms?” he asked. You shrugged because you hadn’t really noticed any kind of changes and your period had been on time. He raised an eyebrow and you let out a soft gasp when he groped your breasts in his hands and kneaded them slowly in his grasp. “Does that feel tender when I do that, honey?” he uttered. You shook your head slowly, biting on your bottom lip, not wanting him to move his hands. He gave you a nod and pulled his hands away and you let out a needy little whimper, wanting more. He could tell you were so impatient and he chuckled as he shook his head. He led you over to his desk and he pushed off all his things onto the ground and he lifted you up and plopped you down onto his desk, which only turned you on more. He got so close that his lips hovered over your own and you could feel his breath against your mouth. “Take your dress off for me, baby. Slowly.” he demanded. You nodded and slowly began to unbutton your dress and he captured his bottom lip between his teeth at the sight of your bare breasts. You slowly let the dress drop in a puddle on his desk and you kicked off your heels leaving you in just your white panties. He smirked as he ran his big hands over your thighs. “Panties too, baby.” he mumbled.

You giggled and shimmed out of your panties and kicked them from around your ankles onto the floor. You watched as Dr. Carpenter grabbed his medical bag and rifled through it for a moment before pulling out a speculum from his bag. You raised an eyebrow looking at the medical tool as he walked back over to you.

“What’s that?” you asked curiously.

“What I use for my exams, honey. I know they look scary, but I’ll be gentle.” he said softly.

“You didn’t use them before..” you murmured.

“Mm, I know. But I just want to make sure I didn’t hurt ya too bad last time so I wanna get a good look, now lie back.” he responded. You took a deep breath and nodded keeping your eyes on the speculum as you leaned back on your elbows on his desk and bringing your knees up and parting your legs for him and once again having your pussy on full display for him and he sat down in his chair and wheeled himself over between your legs. “Now I want ya to take a deep breath for me, honey. You’ll feel some pressure..” he said soothingly. He slowly inserted the speculum inside of you and you shut your eyes tight feeling slight pressure and the coldness of the metal as he opened you up with them and you winced softly. “It’s okay, baby. It’ll all be over in a moment. He smirked at the sight of your very exposed and very open pussy and he checked to see that everything was in order. “Just to be thorough let me just feel that everythin’ is good.” he smirked and reached over for some rubber gloves snapping them onto his hands once he slipped them on. You captured your bottom lip between your teeth as you slowly opened your eyes to watch him as he moved closer between your legs.

“Ya may feel some more pressure..” he hummed as he slipped two of his glove-covered fingers into your open pussy, feeling around inside of you and you gasped and your body slightly jolted at the feeling because it wasn’t pressure.. It was a pleasure you had never felt before. As he moved his fingers knuckle deep around inside of you he sneakily slipped another finger inside watching as your pussy was becoming wet with his every move. It caused a soft moan to escape your slightly parted lips. He smirked at the delightful sound continuing his thorough examination and watching with lust in his eyes how your slick coated his gloves and the sounds leaving you grew louder with every movement. “That’s a good girl..” he cooed.

“I-Is it supposed to feel like this?” you said between your whimpering moans.

“Mhm.. You’re doing so good for me..” he hummed as his fourth finger slipped inside of you causing you to moan louder, your eyes rolled back and before you could even comprehend what your body was feeling the noises that left you nearly took your breath away as you came all over his hand. He smirked at the wonderful sight of your cum seeping out of your throbbing pussy as he slipped his fingers and the speculum out of you and you shuddered at the feeling. “It’s working just like it’s supposed to and ready to be filled.” he said with a grin plastered on his face as he stood up from his chair and slipped his gloves off and dropped them into the trash. Your head was spinning as you laid on his desk staring up that ceiling and trying to compose yourself as he walked back over to you and his hands ran along your legs.

“Are ya ready for the next part of your examination?” he asked with a smirk.

You sat up on your elbows and looked right at him, nodding your head so eager and chewing on your bottom lip. “Yes, please.” you mewled. You watched as he began to unbuckle his belt and your eyes grew wide at the sight of erection and when tugged his pants down you grew even more excited. He grabbed your legs and held them up and forced them further back and grabbed your hands to make you hold them in place. Your pussy was the only thing he wanted to see as he grabbed your waist and tugged you forward. He slowly guided his cock deep into the warmth and wetness of your cunt and groaned lowly as his cock sunk into you. He had missed the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his cock that he couldn’t help himself when he started roughly slamming his cock deep inside of you his pace quick and hard that he had the entire desk moving along with his movements and you cried out his name as you moaned doing your best to keep a hold on your legs as they dangled in the air.

“Mm.. You’re such a good little slut lettin’ me fuck ya and dump my seed inside ya.” he grunted between his loud moans. His cock was forcing you open and hitting right against your walls so forcefully that the pain was even becoming pleasurable. You were already so sensitive from his fingers being so deep inside of you that your body was shaking and you whimpered and cried for him to not stop. Your pleading only furthered his pleasure as he wrecked your pussy and his balls slapping against you. It all felt so good that you didn’t even notice your legs growing numb from the position that they had been in for a while.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” you squealed, feeling your orgasm rising and burning within you.

“That’s it, mama.. Cum for me..” he grunted loudly.

Those words were all you needed to hear to push you right over the edge into that euphoric feeling. All your muscles felt like they were tightening, your body numb with pleasure and your breathing heavier than ever as you came all over his cock and the moment you did was when he completely lost all control and he held you down on his cock as his orgasm hit right when yours did and he came hard inside you, ropes of his warm cum filling every inch of your used and bruised cunt. The both of you rocking back and forth against one another milking every last drop of each other until you came to a complete stop and he slide his cock out of you and before his cum could come seeping out he shoved his fingers right into your pussy and held them there so that you didn’t waste a drop of his seed. “I expect you to make me a daddy.” he said beneath heavy breaths. Your ears were ringing and you just nodded at his words not being able to say a word. He removed his fingers from your aching cunt and you felt a shiver run down your spine as your body collapsed onto his desk tiredly. He cleaned himself up and fixed himself as he slipped his pants back on. He grabbed his white doctor’s coat needing to tend to his patients that were probably waiting for him. He walked over to you and leaned down to kiss your lips softly and you kissed so hungrily and desperate that when he pulled away a soft whine escaped you.

“I expect to see you again for the appointment I scheduled. You know your way out.” he said sternly as he composed himself one more time before he headed out of his office, shutting the door behind him and leaving you to lay naked over his desk as his cum slowly dripped from you. You pondered for a moment in the silence if what you were doing with the doctor was right or if you were actually ready for a child. But that thought was fleeting just as fast as it came because you knew you’d do anything for Dr. Carpenter.

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