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Male reader! Trans inclusive, AMAB and AFAB genitalia described, DNI if you're under 18, Dom!Jack, knotting
Hhhhhh big demon man
Big demon man take me by the hand
Unless your also in the 6'7 to 7'0 range, Jack towers over you
He loves intimidating you and trying to make you submit to him that way
Jack still loves a little bite so don't hesitate to try to run or mess with him
There's something about chasing you down then fucking you until you can't move when he catches you that makes his body temperature rise
The type of man to grab you by the throat while telling you how much he loves you
One of Jack's favorite position is you sitting between his legs while he jerks you off/fingers you and calls you his "Good boy~" while growling in your ear
You can feel all 10 inches of him against your lower back and boy is it a rough fit
Lots of lube
Jack has some pretty gnarly claws so he can't personally prep you but he will get you toys
Butt plugs, vibrator, poppers (if you're down), dildos, you name it
Jack is more than happy to suck you off/eat you out! Put his dozens of mouth tentacles to good use and have him give you oral
I don't know about putting your dick in his mouth because of his teeth but he'd be happy to wrap his tongue around your cock and do his best to get you off that way
Still, he expects something in return. Jack would prefer if you sucked him off as a reward but he'll also settle for a handjob or just jacking off onto your face
Speaking of which-
Jack loves cumming both on and in you. He has to lay his claim over your body in any way he can
Bite marks, claw marks, hand prints on your ass and around your neck, cum leaking out of your hole(s), and cum splattered across your face and chest
When Jack fucks you he likes to have you from behind
There's something so primal about it that makes his head go brrrr
He loves to have one hand wrapped around your neck with your body pressed against his as he ruts into you like an animal in heat
Again, lube is your best friend
Jack loves when he can get you to come without touching your cock/clit
It just fuels his ego so much
Don't worry if you make a mess cumming
Jack will be sure to lick you clean
Knotting is a different story though-
First you gotta manage to take 10 inches of him
Now you gotta take 2 more inches in length and width
If Jack knots you you're pretty much married at that point
It also takes a while for Jack's knot to go down so have fun warming his cock for a while <3
TW: Overstimulation, sexual torture, vibrator, feet?
A/N: In my brain, Jack can't become overstimulated. He just... rages.
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Jack regretted his decision from the moment he made it.
It was his own fault, curiosity tugging at his interests to land him tied to his own desk chair, heaving for breath.
The demon was more of a traditional fucker, using his own devices to make you both feel good. He deemed his claws, tongues, and dick good enough to please you, so why would you need more?
So, when your mysterious toy appeared as he was kissing along your neck, he should’ve known better than to ask. Should've known better than to question what could be so good about a buzzing little wand.
But now here he was, claws tearing into the leather of his chair as you sat on his desk, pushing your foot against the vibrator strapped to his cock. The rumbling was driving him insane, feet digging into the hardwood as he hissed, the rope you had found tied surprisingly well against his limbs.
“Fuckin’ turn it off…” He snapped, hips digging up into your foot as you pressed harder, his length aching and sensitive to the touch. You smiled, your legs straightening to push up, and the demon’s hitched whine sent chills through your body. Strings of cum decorated his lower abdomen, staining the waistband of his jeans tugged around his thighs. "I get it- my turn now-" He jumbled, clenching his jaw. He had already come more than he wanted to, balls aching and cock swelling with sensitivity, the toy relentless.
Shaking your head, you smiled, pressing your toes down to get a better press on the toy. "Every time we have sex, I always end up crying because of how rough you are. I think this is a good repayment." You chirped back, your other foot pressed on his knee to widen his legs, shifting him further into his desk chair. The demon growled, eye sockets tensing and squinting with every jerk of his cock.
Jack kicked his feet, trying to angle his hips away but could not. The vibrator was tugging at some guttural feeling, some instinctual reaction he knew he wouldn't be able to handle, especially you. "Y/N-" He groaned, head falling back against the back of the chair as you slid your foot up and down his length, stimulating his cock to push precum from the tip. The toy was achingly sweet, the demon feeling his grasp on himself slipping the more it strained him. He was going to cum again, and he didn't know if he could restrain anymore.
You watched carefully, his cock twitching and writhing as he whined, Jack's claws tearing shreds of leather from his armrests as he felt his cock pulse, head shooting up. "Y/N-" He snapped. He was so close, the toy making him reach orgasm a lot faster than usual, but it messed with his senses, messed with his urges. He didn't know what was happening, but the sensations in his gut told him the frequent cumming was tricking his brain into a forced rut.
His brain repeated the same sentence... 'Grab them, fuck them, eat them, breed them, take them...'
Strings of cum were whipping from his cock, the tip red and angry as he gnashed his teeth, sharp tips cutting into his lip. Jack felt like he couldn't breathe, his senses becoming too full and stimulated as he watched your face, vision swirling between clear and unfocused.
That's when he lost it, your little smile flipping the internal switch he was so desperately holding onto, letting himself fall apart.
His jaw went loose, the demon's shoulder craning in and jerking his body, growls and whimpers echoing from his throat. "Fuck..." He snapped, the thick black substance leaking from his eye sockets doubling, dribbling down his cheeks and onto his shirt, dripping from his chin.
You kept your foot still, the vibrator continuously rumbling and jerking his cock, but it was almost like he couldn't feel it anymore. His attention was too focused on his slack jaw, his mouth hanging open as you watched his sharp teeth gleam, seemingly extending and contorting in his mouth, desperate for something to latch onto. Likewise, with his claws, the nails well-torn through the leather and desperately grasping in your direction, digging at the rope snugged onto his wrists.
"Jack...?" You questioned, letting your foot slip from the toy and onto his legs, leaning forward. Your boyfriend looked dazed, body aching and twitching as the toy rumbled, thighs clenching with every shock. The demon urged you to take the bait when his tongues finally slipped from his lips, lulling and slithering against his jaw, collecting the black liquid dripping onto his clothes. You watched, leaning closer and closer, curiosity tugging you in.
You felt the warm claws gripped around your throat before you heard the rope snap, the demon's body propelling on top of yours and shoving your back down into the desk, the wood cracking. "Jack!" You shrieked, pressing your hands against his face as his mock tears dripped onto your face, running down your cheeks. The demon just laughed, sharp teeth gleaming as he snapped, nipping at your skin. "What? Little thing doesn't want to play anymore?" His chest heaved, panting against your skin as his fangs gleamed, hungry and ready.
His voice sounded deeper too, more grumbled and primal, possessive. His claws sunk into your skin, their length doubled as his hand wrapped around the entirety of your neck, a gasp ringing from your lips before abruptly snapping off. "So cruel..." Jack tsked, pursing his lips as he ran a digit down to your jaw, pressing against your flushed skin. "You were so mean to me..."
Apologies rang, desperate hands pushing against his chest as the vibrator was long forgotten on the floor, the toy still buzzing as you felt a swelled cock rutting against your clothed crotch. "My turn." He chuckled, leaning down towards your face to swipe one of his tongues along the side of your face, circling your ear and sending chills. You whined; legs forced to separate as you glanced down, the base of Jack's length already swelling. A forced rut. The ribbed cock, red and angry, hanging heavy between his legs was evidence of that.
"Fuck." You whimpered, watching the length bob and grind against you, your thighs aching and abdomen fluttering with every press of his hips. Something about ruts just made Jack so much bigger, his body converting into this thing like he really was becoming a demon. You'd done it now for sure.
"Open up, little thing," Jack growled, jaw hanging open as his tongues swirled together, pressing against your lips and forcing their way into the warmth of your mouth, aiming to fill your throat. You gagged, whining when you felt your pants forcefully shagged off of your thighs, the demon humming his eagerness into your mouth.
It had been two days since you had uploaded the ad, so far everyone had brought a sense of anxiety out of you with their messages. You had heard far too many horror stories so you wanted to be diligent. Just before you could sigh and call it a day you heard a beep, a notification of a message sounding through your headset.
You opened it and began to read through the contents.
'I'm a 27 year old guy, currently looking for a place closer to campus. I keep clean as i am a medical student, i work late nights at the hospital as a shadow. Is this still available?'
He didn't sound too creepy, even if he was a med student. You messaged him back saying you were still looking and would be willing to meet tomorrow. He asked if he could come at seven, saying he had a busy day and apologising. You told him not to fret and that you would be happy to meet him.
You spent the rest of your day budding with nerves, you had been happy enough on your own until your rent increased. Alongside your utilities. No wonder everyone was desperate, you couldn't help but think. You needed to find a roommate and quick, desperation growing each day. By the time it had swung back around to bed time your lips were cracked, indents of your teeth evidence of your anxiety.
The day passed so slow you had almost gone mad, staring down the clock as time ticked by. When you heard a knock you almost leapt out of your skin, double checking everything was presentable before you opened the door.
The first thing you noticed was his height, he had to be at least 6'4. "H-hey! Come in! You must be Jack?" You choked out, smiling and stepping back. "Hi, sorry it's so late. I hope it's not too imposing." His voice was thick and creamy, causing warmth to envelop your stomach. You ignored the butterflies he sent rampaging through your stomach, he was rather handsome. Something about him seemed off though, almost like an act. You tried not to dwell on it, nor how his teeth almost seemed sharp. Canine sharp.
His voice and charisma alone kept you from wondering what it was you were experiencing, you felt deep shame in yourself. You felt like you were looking at something that wasn't really what you were seeing. You shoved that feeling down, he seemed like a nice guy.
By the end of the night you had managed to quell the feeling, going as far as to offer him the other room which he gladly accepted. He was extremely grateful to you, shooting even more shame into you.
After he had left your mind had finally landed on a feeling. Uncanny valley. That's what he gave the feeling of. You flopped into your bed, intent on ignoring the stupid feeling that gnawed at your mind.
That night you had a disturbingly realistic dream, you couldn't see anything due to the hand keeping your face buried into your pillow. But you could feel something wiggling inside of you, pushing deep and rubbing your prostate so sweetly it left you choking. Saliva dripped down your ass, dribbling out of your hole every time the tongue began to pull out of you. It felt unbelievable, all you could think about was how good it felt. You came embarrassingly quick and hard, clenching hard around the tongue lapping at your insides. Your eyes drifted shut, a deep chuckle rumbling from behind you.
"Mine now."
That voice.. It sounded like Jack's.
You tried desperately to ignore your dream, you had woken up to a throbbing cock and vague memories of claws grabbing onto your hips. A heavy body pressing into your back, keeping you anchored as a fat cock rubbed between your ass cheeks.
Knocking disrupted your thoughts and you quickly got up, momentarily shocked before you remembered your new roommate. "You getting your stuff later?" He shook his head, brown hair swaying. You couldn't stop staring at him, he wore dark sweats and a black shirt that clung to him. You could see he was strong, his muscles evident even through his shirt. "Would you like a coffee?" You didn't let silence sit long after he sat down next to you on the couch. "Black, please." You smiled and nodded, hopping up from the couch.
Jack couldn't believe his luck, he usually kept a room mate for the week he spent in different towns and cities. All left for dead the moment he planned to move on. This time was different. His eyes never left your ass, he couldn't wait to make that little dream of yours come through. The moment he stepped into the building he smelt something downright delicious, a different type of hunger consuming him as he tracked the scent. When it had turned out to be the door he was supposed to come to he was borderline giddy.
The moment you had opened the door he had made a decision, you would be his. The way your pretty eyes looked up at him left his cock twitching, picturing you on your knees as tears dripping down your cheeks. Your lips stretched impossibly wide around his thick cock.
Jack had to stop his thoughts before he pounced you. He had to wait, he had to lull you into security.
Jack gratefully took the coffee from you once you came back, drinking down the dark liquid. You looked at him in surprise, it should have burnt his mouth but he had no reaction. You chalked it up to the fact he may drink a lot of the stuff.
The first two days had been peaceful, existing together. The only weird thing was that Jack never seemed to eat, claiming he had dietary restrictions. You had tried to get him to tell you, promising to accommodate him. Instead his lips had twisted into a small smirk, so quick you almost missed it. As if he knew something you didn't. You didn't push him further, you were sure he would open up eventually. "Shift tonight, I won't be back until late." You nodded, bidding him a goodbye.
You let out a deep breath, you chalked it up to him just being new. You would get used to another presence soon enough. It definitely wasn't because a primal part of your mind screamed, as if there was a predator right next to you. It had all left you on high alert, mind cagey whenever you were around him. You were exhausted after two days.
Crawling into your bed had almost been too hard, body collapsing the moment you hit the sheets.
This time you were on your back, legs held wide open. You looked up and felt horror fill you. You had been so thrown you hadn't noticed the similarities at first. It was Jack. Except his eyes were black, thick gooey tears constantly running from them. His teeth were on full display, he looked like he wanted to eat you whole. His teeth were so sharp you didn't doubt he might just be able to. The uncanny feeling had completely disappeared, this was right. This was what he really looked like.
He leaned down to whisper into your ear, almost snapping your legs.
"Soon."
You woke up with a gasp, dripping with your own sweat. You heard a noise from outside and assumed Jack was back. You crept towards your door, your dream still fresh in your mind. You had no idea if it had any basis in reality but the urge to know overtook the wiser part of your mind, the part telling you to just get back into bed. You were safe there. Instead you ignored every instinct and pushed off, slowly opening your soor and stepping out.
You crept down the hallway, pausing by Jack's room. You heard a weird sound, almost like flesh being ripped into. You gathered your courage up and peaked through the dood, blood almost stopping as you took in what was going on in front of you. There was Jack and he looked just like your dream, his skin a dark grey colour. Blood streaked down his neck, a heart held between his hands as he bit into it. You couldn't stop yourself from gasping and stumbling back, intending to run back to your room.
His head snapped towards you, pitch black eyes staring into your soul. You tried to run to your bedroom, stumbling back when you ran into something. You looked up at Jack with fear, you couldn't believe how fast he moved. He shoved you up against the wall, claws digging into your biceps. You felt too scared to move, voice coming out in a whispered crack as he smirked down at you. His mouth dripped with saliva.
Just before those sharp serrated teeth got any closer you shot up in your bed, trembling as you wrapped your arms around yourself. These dreams were getting out of hand, they seemed too real. This time your room was filled with a warm light, the sun squeezing between your curtains. You got up, ignoring the way your legs still shook as you made your way to the bathroom.
You hopped into the shower, washing yourself in a foggy haze. You double checked over your body, making sure there were no marks or bruises. When you had gotten out and made your way to the kitchen you found Jack and two cups of coffee. You thanked him for it and sat next to him at the breakfast bar.
"You okay?" You almost jumped, forgetting he was there for a moment. "Yeah-Didn't sleep much." He hummed as he drank down the coffee. You made idle char before you started getting ready for your classes.
Jack couldn't help but smirk the moment your back was turned, he was having a lot of fun with you. He felt possessive around you, a deep feral urge to lock away. Keep you all to himself. He couldn't help but picture your reactions, wondering what you looked like under all those baggy clothes you hid in. Jack snuck into your room after you left, he took a deep inhale of your scent. You smelled amazing.
After two months you had settled, you still experienced weird dreams but most had taken on a rather sexual note. It left you flustered, hand creeping down your pants the moment Jack left. You had at least felt less anxiety around him, except for the occasional twitch of your cock whenever he did anything your mind liked. Everytime he stretched and his shirt rode up your mind went haywire, the sight of his stomach leaving you practically drooling at the sight.
Winter had been creeping in and it was getting colder by the minute, snow already piled up outside of your window. Your classes had been cancelled and Jack had been let off for the night, it was far too dangerous to travel. You shivered again and finally got up, intending on finding out why the hell the heating wasn't coming on. You gawked at Jack when you spotted him in the kitchen, he had on sweats and just a shirt. You pulled your blanket around you. "Whats wrong with you? It's freezing." You looked at him as if he had two heads and he just chuckled and shook his. "I run warm." Was all he said and you pouted.
"Is the heating broken?" He shrugged before walking over to the basement to check out the system.
You began making up two coffees, Jack's black as he liked. You kept yourself bundled up in your blanket, only turning to see Jack coming up the stairs and sighing. "Fucked." You let out a groan, throwing your head back. "I'll freeze to death by morning." You whined, handing Jack a cup and nestling yours between icy hands. Jack paused for a moment, awkwardly shuffling. "You can share my bed tonight, it's gonna be minus twelve." You shuddered but nodded, you just hoped you didn't have an exciting dream while sleeping next to him.
After Jack had asked that question the day had gone by painfully slow, minutes felt like hours. By the time bed time had come around you were so riled up you doubted you even could sleep.
Still you followed Jack to his bedroom, already in your pyjamas. "You can take the wall side." You nodded, flushing when you turned to see him pulling his shirt off. It was almost impossible to rip your eyes from his shoulders. You hopped into the bed, shuffling towards the wall and facing towards it. You sat in silence as Jack changed, slipping pyjama bottoms on.
Jack could practically feel you shivering before he even got into the bed, it had been pure luck on his part that the heating had actually broken. He faced away from you but you could feel the heat practically radiating from him, it left you wanting to curl close to him. You fought against the urge and curled into yourself, body finally succumbing to the self inflicted mental exhaustion.
You let out a low moan, you could feel those claws digging into your hips again. You assumed it was another dream and decided to just ride it out once again. Jack's tongue worked quickly and expertly, rubbing you in ways that were impossible by most human standards. He left you biting into your sheets, toes curling as your hole twitched around his tongue. His hands almost burned, radiating pure heat.
You arched your back, moans getting higher the closer you got to your orgasm. "A-Ah! God!" You felt a chuckle rumble through Jack and came, mouth stretched into a silent scream. You whimpered when he pulled his tongue out, making an obscene slurping noise.
Usually you would wake up, instead you felt him lean over you. He hooked his chin over your shoulder, his voice deep and downright demonic as he whispered into your ear. "There is no God here." He moved too fast for you to think, his cock doing its best to bully its way into you. You let out a guttural whine when he finally squeezed the tip of his cock into you, body shaking as you were forced to accommodate.
You felt a hand wrap around your throat, Jack easily pulling you off of the bed. You finally got to look at him, exactly like your dreams. You felt him lick your cheek, his tongue was insanely long and rough. Almost like a cat's tongue.
Jack fucked you like you weighed nothing, barely breaking a sweat as he held you up by your neck and hip. You held onto his forearm desperately, small moans falling out with your heavy breathing. You were almost sure he was balls deep into your guts at this point, when he finally bottomed out you swore you could see stars. It felt completely overwhelming, your mind reduced to a fizzled mist.
If Jack was bothered by the fact you currently had his blood running down your hands, he didn't show it. The first slam of his hips felt like being hit by a car, punching all of the air from your lungs. You felt useless as he fucked you like a rag doll, bouncing you like you weighed no more then a teddy bear. That fact went straight to your cock, precum practically streaming out as your prostate was rammed into. "S-such a pretty little thing. Smelled you th-the moment i stepped in." He buried his face into your neck, sniffing at you like some animal.
All you could do was let out a weak groan, twisting in his grasp as pleasure shot throughout your body. You almost felt sick, some part of you chiding yourself for letting a demon bed you while the other practically cheered with glee.
Suddenly he stopped, revealing in the whine you let out when your orgasm was cut short. He pulled out of you and flipped you onto your back. You could see the moon reflecting off of his eyes, casting a shine inside of them that reminded you of a predator in the night. You could see him much better now, his true form. Sharp teeth, pitch black eyes and all.
You watched as he licked his teeth, shuddering as you got a look at what had been inside of you. You swallowed down a whine, feeling exposed. He was rough when he pushed his cock back into you, groaning as your tight walls consumed him. Once he had buried himself to the hilt he took a moment to stare you down, his hands pinned either side of your head. You felt too hot and too cold, almost like you were drowning.
You felt like you could practically taste his cock, all you could do was stare up at him through wet eyelashes. "Beg for it, pretty boy." When you didn't answer he shoved your knees up to your shoulders, practically glowing when he heard you squeal at the change. "Beg. For. It." He enunciated each word with a harsh slam of his hips, almost leaving you catatonic. "You know you want this. I've seen your dreams." He purred, he never seemed to blink. His eyes were completely trained on you.
"Pl-please.." You finally whispered out. "Oh, you can do better than that." His hand wrapped around your balls, biting his lip when your eyes suddenly doubled. He held just hard enough to make sure you wouldn't cum as he ground into you. You spluttered, hips beginning to buck on their own. "Please! F-fuck me!" You finally begged out, words turning into a babbling mess.
You had been so close to cuming it was almost insanity inducing, fat tears raining from your eyes. You couldn't even see anymore due to the constant flooding.
Jack could see just fine, drinking up every moan and twitch of your face. He couldn't get over just how pretty you looked, sobbing and bucking your hips as you desperately tried to seek some form of release. Jack's hands were big, his claws made them feel even bigger. He seemed to have great control, his talons only digging into you enough to draw out small droplets of blood.
He kept a tight grip of your thighs, pushing them closer to your ears as he leaned down to push his tongue between your parted lips. He ate up every whine and sob he could, he wanted you to only ever think about him. He wanted to make sure he ruined you, no human could ever compare afterall.
He watched as you went cock-eyed, chest heaving as you desperately grabbed at the frame of his bed. Jack knew things would change, he'd make sure you never left his bed again. He felt you spasm around his cock before you locked him in a vice grip that almost hurt, making him work a little harder to push into you.
You couldn't believe just how good it felt, your dreams hadn't compared to him actually carving you out with his cock. When your high finally hit its peak you let out the most embarrassing moan you had ever made, body almost violently fighting against Jack as you were ripped through an orgasm.
Jack loved how you whimpered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He didn't even think you knew what you wanted, he would gladly decide for you. He continued fucking into you, your body too exhausted go do anything other then lay there and take everything he wanted you to. He wrapped a hand around your cock, jacking your cock in time with his thrusts.
Your eyes shot open, a renewed vigor inside of you as you begged him to stop. But you also wanted him to keep going, it burned in a way that felt too good and your body craved more despite its exhaustion. Jack tried to commit every movement to his memory, especially how pretty you looked being dumbed down by his dick. It felt heavenly, how sweetly you wrapped around him. Whenever he pulled out he could feel you trying to suck him back in. He knew you would have such a slutty hole. You passed out after he managed to drag another orgasm from you, growling as you clamped down on him and milked him. His own orgasm finally hit and he bit into your neck with a growl, grinding into you as he rode out his own high.
He smirked down at you when he pulled out, taking a moment to admire his cum dripping from your twitching hole. You smelled of him and he loved it, he was going to make sure he buried his scent so deep into you there would be no way you would forget. You had belonged to him the moment he had smelled you and now he finally had taken you.
He got up and walked over to a freezer he had, pulling it open and pulling out a bag. He turned around and ate down the kidney as he watched you sleep, his eyes darting back to your abused hole as you slept peacefully.
Tw: HABIT being HABIT | violence| marijuana usage | HABIT is obsessed with t-guy pussy god whispered this in my ear at 3 am | HABIT is obsessed with FAT T-guy pussy | LIGHTLY TOUCHED ON FEEDING | implied MC running on caffeine and weed and not very much sleep| monster habit (I GOT CARRIED AWAY IM SORRY NO IM NOT)
For 🐛 anon
For Evan fuckers: Oh, deer!
-We all know this man is a sadist and masochist, we can't pretend we don't.
-hes a biter!!! He will bite you! Like hard enough to need stitches. You've had a few embarrassing ER visits. (Habit can dress wounds and stitch you up but he just likes how embarrassed you get about it)
- he and Evan are very different in bed, but one thing they have in common is giving head like a god. Dude low-key is obsessed with your cunt.
-but he's good at a 'sloppy drooling messy' kind of head that Ev cannot provide.
- fuck he's in love with your body. Like, he grabs your belly and just plays with it, literally salivating at the idea of leaving hickeys.
- he fucks you in a mirror so you can watch the way your body moves as he fucks you.
-oh and he loves your boobs , hairy man tits? Who fucking wouldn't.
- he stares at them constantly. You couldn't get him to tell you the color of your eyes but he has every hair on your chest memorized 🫡.
- he's into prey and predator dynamics, he gets so incredibly hard when he's chasing you through the woods he can't help himself.
- Vinny has been caught in this game of yours by accident a few times , and if he finds you, covered in bite marks half naked with twigs in your hair and he just gives you one of these looks:
- HABITs into knife play, you have lots of scars from it and he doesn't feel bad Abt it 😔✊.
- HE WANTS TO BE PEGGED but with one of the ones with a silicone grinding thing inside so it grinds right against your t-dick.
-hes a dom bottom mind you.
- but you peg him and he becomes a stupid feral mess.
(so obsessed with the idea I wrote the fanfic Abt it so it's going here instead of at the end)
He could feel your hairy belly press against his back as the silicone abused his prostate; drool pooling on the corner of his lip, looking back and admiring you he let out a purr. You look away, you can't look at the smug very fucked drunk grin you're sure he's giving you.
Your hips stutter against him and he tenses as you hit his prostate dead on, his eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open as you wring another orgasm from him.
You begin to slow your hips, grinding the silicone tip slowly inside of him, exhaustion and want find respite in your bones.
You need to stop and cum, this grinding wasn't enough, you needed more, his tongue, his cock, his fingers his anything.
He presses against you, back arching with the curve of your stomach, resting against it as he comes into a position that shouldn't be comfortable.
You avoid his eye contact and his thumb, middle finger and index finger grab at your face, turning your head harshly to look at him.
His eyes bore into yours and it makes you want to squeeze your own shut, but you just can't, like he has some kind of hold on your mind you cant avoid his gaze.
His face is flushed, and he's drooling. But his eyes, while dilated and wet with tears, were strong and threatening.
"I didn't say you could slow down rabbit." He rolls his hips against yours and it sends pleasure shooting across your body.
"Good little rabbits do what they're told. They run when they're told to run, right?" He captures your lips in his and his tongue forces it's way into your mouth before you can respond.
It's a rough kiss, teeth clacking together and tongues rubbing against each other. You can't help but find yourself getting wetter and wetter, dick getting harder and harder, pressing right up against the grinding pad.
He pulls away and bites your lip hard enough to make you bleed, before letting out a growl.
"So, keep fuckin' me, now. Do what you're told. Run rabbit, run."
-makes you breakfast in bed and he's so hard because he can't stop thinking Abt what your mouth can do and how those teeth can rip and tear apart flesh
-please blow him after eating ✨.
- trust me it's purely to indulge him, don't be surprised if there's something you're allergic to in anything he makes.
- loves getting you really really high to overstimulate you, oh you're really high? Well hes sucking your t-dick rn and finger fucking your hole so have a fun time trying to concentrate on rolling a joint for him.
-it's so badly rolled you literally have to suffocate him with your thighs so he'll back off and you can redo it. It looks like a fucking hard candy.
- Goes fucking feral over your hair, he's into hairy guys and fuck do you fit the bill.
- you keep it at least slightly maintained more for convenience but you don't shave.
- he loves
MONSTER FUCKING AHEAD
-he goes into heat gets bored and can't control himself and goes either fully monster (basically a demon anthro hare with grey and washed out purple fur, sharp teeth and claws) or partially monster (EARS AND TAIL AND TEETH AND CLAWS AND NOTHING ELSE)
- knotted tentacle dick bc peace and love on planet earth.
- he gets real possessive during this kind of thing, leaving enough marks for Vinny to notice. And they're not human sized either
- large, deep, scabbed over marks on most of your visible skin, most will probably scar.
- and vinny doesn't really care (look you're a consenting adult and you seem to consent enthusiastically if what he's heard through the walls indicate.)
-but he DOES give you this look
- and asks a few slightly personal questions, bc what the fuck how do you fuck THAT hard.
- mainly to embarrass you.
- habit thinks your discomfort is funny so even if you try to get him to stop he won't.
- speaking of discomfort- when he's in heat foreplay is non existent, he'll literally pull your pants and boxers down and fuck you whenever. His dick produces enough lube for it not to hurt too bad. But it's not comfortable.
- he's broken the bed too many times to count, you've tried metal bedframes, you've tried springs, you've tried a water bed (that's not a story you like to talk about), you've done it all, and every time he fucks you hard enough to destroy it beyond repair.
- if you fuck him expect a noise complaint. His vocal chords are different which means he clicks and purrs and shit but also, loud as shit growls that vibrate the house.
- play with his ears and tail and he'll cum immediately (especially with a well angled strap-on.)
- sloppy head just got sloppier with his ultra long tongue and extra drool. Squirt on his face and he'll keep eating you out! (Call now only for the low low price of your soul and all sense of sanity!)
- after care is him licking cum off your chest and then letting Evan take over because fuck that lovey dovey shit. (he'd marry you if he could)
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I tried my best but got carried away and it's not proof read. Uuh hope you enjoyed? Don't kill me.
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Synopsis "" : a little force masc never hurt nobody.
Warnings !! : kink, body dysphoria, kind of character analysis, descriptions of a naked afab body, suggestive in nature
I hate this so much lol
Gender is as arbitrary as any other humaniod trait used to create binaries and boxes. Being much older than those labels and the words, acts and performances connected to them, HABIT rarely found pleasure in confirming to them. How utterly, truly utterly stupid it found them. After all, HABIT itself is genderless, molding pronouns, adjectives and personas solely on it's given meat vessel that century. Right now it's some guy, so generally HABIT finds himself to be a man.
A man. Just like his favorite Bunny. Some human, that unlike many of HABIT's other means of killing time, sought out refuge in the woods. Run from the world that bitterly turned him against itself. Unfair and stupidly rigid in some places and not rigid enough in others.
No you were a special little furball. Because while you lacked the anatomy, the facial structure or mannerisms of the many many other human men HABIT has killed, tormented, eaten or all of the above, you're most definitely one.
Even if sometimes you don't want to believe it yourself.
He doesn't need to, he shouldn't either, but he enjoys indulging in human commodities with one's favorite. Usually one's favorite person but favorite bunny also works.
So here he is, taking you out on his definition of date. Very loose, that definition. He first goes an animalistic hunt, leaving you to doll up at home, then returns with dinner, usually some forest animal for you and a human for himself. You two cook together, each their own and lastly sit in the abandoned camp side, eating dinner opposite to each other.
HABIT is in a great mood, his human of choice today is especially meaty and for you he even caught a deer. But when he comes home, you don't come running like usual. So now he has to dirty his meat!! Setting both corpses down on the kitchen floor before creeping through the house, looking for his bunny.
There you stand, staring into the mirror in your casual date clothes, accentuating the wrong curves, making you look so stupidly feminine. You're facial expression translates that so easily.
Sure, HABIT is often animalistic, so you often forget just how intelligent he is, how despite not confirming to humanity, he can read them like a preacher the bible.
"Too soft?" he croons behind you, making you stiffen instinctually "that posture suits you much more". He nods in pride, acessing your whole presence.
"Well, can we leave?" he prods. You stare back at yourself "no, I'm going back to bed" a scoff "like hell you are".
Oh but that stubborn eyebrow furrow, the cutest little wrinkle showing your dissatisfaction "want me to man you up, bunny?". Characteristically for HABIT he doesn't bother waiting for a response and immediately starts undressing you, no shame in brushing up your smaller rounded shoulders or soft hip and narrow waist. Once out of the clothes, he wastes no time rummaging through Evan's closet, getting you into bootcut jeans and a hoodie.
"Look at that bulky silhouette, you'd do it some favor if you'd stop hunching like some scared little girl, take up some space hm? you usually bite back so much, where's your confidence, Bunny?" he pushes between your shoulder blades, making you straighten your back. "HABIT—" "don't bother if you're gonna whine, speak like a man, you can at least try to be intimidating" he demands. At a loss of words you blink, before clearing your throat, earning a wolfish grin.
"I'll go do the wifely duties of cooking" he offers, but you refuse, no way in hell do you trust HABIT'S cooking.
So there you are in the kitchen and for some reason HABIT's in a real pain in the ass mode, purposefully messing with your side of the kitchen and your slap of meat. And he won't stop no matter how many times you plead with him!!
"Can you literally back off?" you growl, which he obeys "See, it's not that hard to demand, when have you ever seen a man say please, hm? Use your god given authority and command one around" he chuckles, but truly does leave you alone.
With the food finished up, you get on your outside clothes, not before getting your sneakers replaced with military boots by HABIT.
Finally, finally you sit at the campsite, except HABIT stands behind you, staring you down. "Bunny, why are you hunching again hm? Are you that slow? you keep forgetting?" he tuts, watching trying to sit straight on a bench with no backrest. "And that's not how you hold a knife either" his hands land on yours "So much to teach you, boy, where do I even begin?"
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🩻 TODAY IS A VERY SPECIAL DAY!!!!! Today marks a full year since we first made skullbit as a ship so me and 🔪 admin collaborated to finally showcase how they met.
🔪 FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT TIME ON DAILY SKULLBIT Z!!!!!! PART two TOMMOROW!!!!!!! ^7^ WHO CHEERED!1!!1 ^.^
🩻 I did the layout and lineart :З!!
🔪 I DID THE COLORING AND HAD FUN!1! ^7^ i love you jynx. 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾
Já mudei a cara dele uma 10 vezes e provavelmente ainda vou mudar de novo kkkkk como pode alguém com um rosto tão marcante ser tãaaooo difícil de desenhar
I've already changed his face about ten times, and I'll probably change it again lol. How can someone with such a distinctive face be so hard to draw?
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