Len

tags/tws(?): Habit(thats a whole tag by itself), blood/violence degrading, fingering, knife play, cutting, choking, power dynamics(?), coercing (convincing forcefully so kind of non con at first ig), sex- duh

sorry if I missed any tags I haven't done this before help

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You're Vinny's younger sister- not too much younger but Vinny always holds it over your head. Jokingly of course. You had gone to live with your brother sometime after some roommates didn't work out. You hated cameras, so even if Vinny managed to be in the same room as you, filming as always, you demanded the camera facing away from you.

You're isolated with Habit (sometimes Evan) and Vinny. You had grown to not really care for Habit like most- killing your brother's friends and all. He sure as hell loved pushing your buttons, though. You tended to ignore him when he tried speaking to you. Which probably drew him towards you. It pissed him off.

AN: Okay... I've never really formally written an x reader before, let alone a full-blown smut, so I guess Habit is popping that cherry. ha-ha. Sorry, anyway. I've only been into EMH for about a few months now, and as you can seeeee I grew to love Habit. def awoke something in me that wasn't there before. ANYWAY, ENJOY. SORRY IF ITS BAD. DONT BE MEAN IM SENSITIVE :[

Over the past couple weeks, you were trapped in a house with your older brother, Vince, and his 'best friend' Evan. Who was possessed by an entity named HABIT.

For a while, the whole Slenderman thing seemed insane until you kept seeing the incidents pile up. It became too real. People were hurt. Dead, even. Now here you were, in some random house, in a random town. You felt isolated. You could talk to your brother, yes, but he was recording 24/7. You hated being on camera. Not for any particular reason you could think of in a moment. Not like you could talk to Habit either. Vince advised against it, so you avoided him for the most part.

It got boring- quick. You tended to avoid both your brother and the strange demon you lived with. If he wasn't such an evil cunt, maybe he'd be fun to talk to… Habit seemed kind of funny by the way he was so sarcastic with your brother. They’d both catch you giggle at Habits smart-ass responses towards Vince. It pissed your brother because it seemed like you were encouraging it, but Habit found it funny. And it very much encouraged it.

It got easy to sleep most the day and stay up all night doing God knows what. Hell, you even tried things like drawing or journaling… just anything you could think of to pass time. Habit had control over the electricity, so he’d turn it off and on sometimes just to piss you and Vince off.

At night, you slept in the same room as Vince upon his request. You were about all he had left, so he did anything to keep you at least a little safer. You slept in the bed, while he slept on the small couch at the other side of the room. It always made you feel bad, but he insisted whenever you protested. However, at some point you'd usually end up in the living room either playing video games, eating, or sleeping on the couch. From what you knew, Habit usually resided in his own space as well. Obviously, you weren't sure what he was doing while you were asleep. Evil demon stuff, probably!

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It was sometime late as hell in the morning; you were watching the tv at the edge of the couch in a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt that was way too big. The bags under your eyes were starting to show from a lack of a good night's rest. Your arms were crossed, to hold in warmth. The AC finally started working, but now it worked a little too well. You felt yourself slowly starting to doze off, leaning off to the side of the couch, fighting to keep your eyes open. You considered just going to bed, but you were too tired to do so.

"Well good morning to you." You heard a voice speak from across the room. You jumped, quickly sitting up.

"Sorry, did I scare ya'?" He spoke sarcastically. You didn't respond. You never did. Not like he was special or anything though, you rarely even answered Vinny. A bit of a selective mute? You hated doing anything on camera, and since Vinny was never seen without one, you tended to just ignore Vinny a lot unfortunately. You’ve talked to Evan once or twice since you've moved back, he always seemed in his head though. Distracted. Fairly so…

"Still mute, huh?" He frowned. After a short moment goes by of you pretending to not notice Habit, despite your heart practically beating out of your chest. He walks over to you, sitting right next to you. 

"Can't be good for that lil' throat of yours to just stop talking all together." His face flashed with a fake concern, poking at your neck. But it was obvious the concern wasn't genuine. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit as you became increasingly irritated. You could’ve told him to fuck off and die if he wasn’t twice your size(more in muscle because he’s fairly short lol)and a weird demon thing. Although, you assumed he wouldn’t kill you. That would lose any form of cooperation from Vinny. But, you still treated him as a threat. A very chaotic one at that.

Habit clicked his tongue. Trying to figure out some way to bother you differently. You could see his face turning into something a bit angrier in your peripheral vision. He had his hunting knife on his belt, which made your mind only think the worst. He might not kill you, but he could do worse. The TV turned off. For one of the first times, you looked over to him, still saying nothing but staring blankly.

He tilted his head. "Anyone home?" He joked, quickly wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder and knocking on your skull. You gasped at the sudden contact; your eyes shut tightly for a moment. 

"Ah, there she is... Come on Rabbit, talk to me. You know I won't kill you." Gee, thanks. You thought.

You swallowed, moistening your throat before you spoke. "Don't call me Rabbit." You spoke quietly, trying to avoid eye contact. "Oh! She speaks!" He leaned over, getting a bit too close to your face. "I just don't want to talk to you- let me go."

"Aw, you hurt my feelings. Did Vinny train ya' not to talk to me? I know he's a bit overprotective of you." He seemed to enjoy you struggling in his arms. His arm only crushed you more as you struggled. You eventually gave up and stayed still. You weirdly noted he smelt like copper and fresh dirt. Hard to tell if you liked it or not. "Why're you up, Rabbit?" He asked calmly.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" You spat, your voice growing increasingly agitated. He was warm. You tried not to get any closer than you already were, but it was tempting to just sleep. It was cold. And you were tired.

"I'll call you whatever the fuck I want. And you'll deal with it. Got that, Rabbit?" You looked up into his eyes, they were slightly shaded over due to his hat. You noticed a purple glint to his eyes. He wanted to break everything in you short from your heart beating. And he'd enjoy it all. You only nodded, which he seemed pleased with.

He stood up on his feet and leaned in, towering above you. You felt your heart drop as he got closer, a darker shadow casting over his face. He held your face in his hand, his free hand behind his back.

“Go to bed, little Rabbit.”

His mouth curved into a grin, baring his teeth. His grip on your face was light enough to not hurt, but let you know who was in charge or something. 

He stood up straight and watched you with that same grin as he watched you get up. You stood still for a moment, still in shock. Weirdly, he'd never been so rough with you. He'd barely do anything at all besides talk to you. He usually just ignored your weird selective muteness and bothered Vinny instead. But Habit was growing impatient with you. He waved you off, making you scurry off into the room you shared with Vince.

It seemed like the sun was coming up. You almost felt guilty for speaking with Habit that long, you and Habit both unintentionally internally agreed to not tell Vince a thing. You quickly got into bed and threw the covers over your shoulders. You shut your eyes, but you wouldn't sleep till way later.

It was late in the day now. The small digital clock read 5:04PM. Vince was gone. You had assumed he was in the living room or kitchen since you heard a muffled pair of voices. You didn't bother getting in a different pair of clothes and went into the living room, plopping yourself on the same seat on the couch as the night before. Habit stopped talking a moment to look over to you, and you him. Which Vinny noticed. You quickly looked away, biting at your nails anxiously, tearing at the skin. If it was any harder, you'd probably bleed. The TV was still out, which was disappointing so to say the least. Vinny halted whatever he was on about with Habit and started walking over towards you. 

"She's alive," He tried to joke.

But he could tell something was wrong. More so than normal. He was your brother after all. You gave him a slight smile to show you were at least amused by the joke. He quickly noticed you seemed a bit more stressed than usual. Habit watched from the kitchen with his arms crossed. He grinned at you when he knew Vinny wasn't looking.

"What's up with you?" He asked. You were about to respond, but you could see the camera poking out from the side of his leg. You looked up at him and frowned. "...It's just for documentation. You know that."

Vinny's face softened. He understood. But his need to document just seemed oddly more important. 

"Fine," You decided to give up trying to stop him from filming. It must've been some weird coping mechanism of his. "Document this then," you sighed. "I'm tired as shit. I'm fine."

Habit laughed.

Over the week, similar incidents to the night before would happen. You and Habit would briefly talk, and he'd get increasingly touchy each night. Like he was testing waters or something. You were sure he was doing it to scare you and not so much romance you or something. He started by just leaning on you a bit too long, poking at you- the way he spoke changed too. He'd talk with this condescending tone that made you question whatever you were saying. You could say the sky was blue and he'd make you doubt the statement. He was breaking what was left of your self-esteem.

The most memorable one was he once rested his hand on top of your inner thigh while you watched a movie, then soon traveled up towards you, slowly grabbing at your skin as he went upwards. You weren't sure what to do. You didn't try and stop him which is what made it the most frustrating to you. But he didn't go any further. That night at least.

You weren't even sure how to feel about it. However, you kept going to the same spot. TV on or not. and you'd wait for him. So that was pretty telling. What else could you do? 

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The night started like always. Vinny went to bed; you did as well. For a while. You were able to get a good hour of sleep before you woke up restless. 1:26AM, the clock read. You wore a random pair of pjs from the original owner's dresser you haven’t worn yet. The pants were stripped black and gray while the black shirt hung off your shoulder slightly. Like every other night, you sat on the edge of the couch with your knees to your chest. Not sure what you were waiting for. Were you really just waiting still to be groped and called names...? What an odd way to put it.

You stared at the black screened TV, you almost saw your reflection in it. Upon seeing it though, you looked away and sighed. A ringing sound went through your ears due to the silence. It must've been another 20 minutes before you finally decided to get up. You wandered around the house; it was incredibly creepy at night.

You managed to make it to the bathroom across from Habits room. The door was open, but you couldn’t see anything inside. Too dark… As you entered the bathroom, you felt someone come up behind you and clamped their hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming. 

“Guess who…” Your first reaction was to try and pry— who you assumed was at least— Habits hand off your face, which quickly failed as he just removed the hand from your face and wrapped it around your arms and waist, making movement harder.. He took a few steps forward, forcing you to as well, closing the door behind him with his foot.

He grinned a bit, leaning against the door and locking the door behind him with his free hand. “Are you out there waiting for me again?” He let your arms free but wrapped his arms around your waist, his chest covering your back.

You felt your face heat up a bit and your stomach knot up from being called out. You attempted to try to shove his arms off only met with only a tighter grip. “No,” you lied. Habit saw directly through it though, he chuckled a bit knowingly. 

“You seem a bit frustrated with me.”

“No shit.” Your hands rested on his wrists.

“Not like that ya’ dummy.”

You stayed quiet, assuming he’d explain himself. “Come on… quiet being so dense. I know how you feel. I can practically smell it on you.” You tried pushing Habits arms off you again, groaning in annoyance. He scoffed, quickly grabbing something from his belt and holding it to your throat. A cold blade rested just inches from you. You gasped quietly, immediately staying still. “You like the fear I put in you don’t you, lil Rabbit?” He giggled to himself a bit as your breathing became a bit faster, and he could practically feel your heartbeat through your back.

  “You go to bed just a bit more frustrated that I didn’t talk to you a bit longer, touch you a bit more. You come out of that room and go back to bed a bit more unsatisfied, yeah?” Habit continued giggling, knowing he was right. Which pissed you off. You did wish he talked to you a bit more. That he’d touch you a bit more. As much as you hated to admit it. Not like it was hard to get a bit needy since you haven’t been with anyone since your roommate situation failed. Even before that you weren’t seeing anyone. And it was hard not to crush on Evan before Habit- like hell you’d ever say anything though. You mostly worried about the weird dynamic it might cause with you and your brother.

“What is it you want from me?” Habit held the knife down, holding it against the side of your thigh. You weren’t entirely sure how to even answer. You didn’t know, or at least that’s what you told yourself. 

“Hey,” he snapped, pressing the blade into your skin making you wince. Unfortunately, your body worked against you entirely. Your thighs squeezed together and you managed to mumble, “I-I don’t know what you're on about.” A thin line of blood traveled down your leg. You shivered a bit, unable to fully process what was happening.

“No need to be embarrassed,” he said mockingly. He grabbed at your hips and turned you around to face him. You couldn’t see his face very well, only a small nightlight lighting the room. A shadow casted over his face due to the hat. Damn thing.

You frowned, obviously very embarrassed you even let him keep you still this long. “Humans like you are interesting…” he grinned, creeping you out.

“What makes me so.. interesting?” You asked quietly.

“Cause’ I can do weird shit like this and you'll like it.” Before you could even think about what that meant, he tossed his hat somewhere on the floor and quickly picked you up and sat you on the bathroom counter and kissed you roughly with a tight grip around your throat and a knife at your side keeping you in place.

At first, you resisted, shaking your head a bit but to no avail. You whimpered into the kiss before eventually just kissing back, which seemed to surprise Habit a bit. You grabbed at the fabric on his shoulders as the hand around your throat became tighter and the knife at your side dug deeper into your flesh. You let out a choked moan making Habit grinned into the kiss, if you could even call it that. You whined as he bit your lip. Hard. He was insanely messy, a mix of drool and blood pooling in your lap as he practically forced his tongue into your mouth, his tongue gliding over your teeth and colliding with yours.

He finally decided to let go of your throat, and you almost longed for the feeling. He gave you a second to catch your breath. You made this weirdly intense eye contact with him as he just gave you a creepy grin. He kissed you again, his now free hand exploring your body. He slipped a hand under your shirt, his calloused hand was a strange contrast to your soft skin. Before you could miss his hand to your throat too long, he separated from the kiss then quickly latching onto your neck. You covered your mouth trying not to make any noise, stuck between sobbing and moaning as his teeth sank into your shoulder leaving dark bruises and bites then kissing the wound afterward, which unfortunately you liked more than you’d ever admit out loud.

“You seem to like this.” Habit whispered against your throat. A quick rush of shame flooded into your head, unfortunately you seemed very into this. And you hated it. You hoped maybe you were just so touch starved any form of anything seemed good. You groaned in response, looking in the opposite direction, seemingly annoyed to be called out once again.

“Hey, it’s okay, Rabbit. I’m pretty fuckin’ into this too.” He laughed. He switched the knife in his hand to the other side, the blade nicking you in the process. You flinched, trying to scoot back into the mirror behind you. Habit only pulled you back towards him and let the hand on your waist slip down to your lower half, fidgeting with your waistband to then rub circles into your clit. You quietly moaned, squeezing your thighs together in an effort to get him to stop. Which it did. For the time being. He looked up at you, a sly grin forming on his face as he got his hand free. His face remained that way as he sliced your side making you jump. You kicked him away against the wall, making a loud bang. You both stayed still, making sure you know who didn’t wake up. “Fucking bitch,”

“You’re insane!” you snapped. He only chuckled, quickly making you realize you had definitely pissed him off. “You keep pushing me away but I know what you want, girl.”

“My brother would kill you.” You furrowed your brows a bit, trying to seem mad. “Love to see him try.” He continued laughing as he stepped closer to you again. “Raise your arms.” 

Reluctantly, you did as you were told and he practically tore off your shirt. Your lack of a bra or an undershirt made your body shiver. You crossed your arms over your boobs as they hardened under the cold air. 

“Saved me the trouble of taking off your bra..” he giggled at the sight of you, but not exactly in a mocking way, he was excited.

You moved one of your hands to hold onto your side as it began to make a small pool of blood below you, staining your shorts and underwear. “You're fine,” Habit said. He continued to run the blade over your side, leaving small bloody cuts with his left hand and with his right hand he was prying your legs open.

He kissed you again as he stuck two fingers inside you. You moaned into the kiss, your hips bucking into his hand subconsciously. The weird sensation of small cuts forming and Habits fingers curling against your g-spot was almost intoxicating. On one hand you’d want him to stop, but on the other you wished he’d cut a little deeper and finger you a little harder. Your blood stained hand reached for the back of Habits head holding his hair tightly, while your other hand held even tighter onto the edge of the counter.

“You gonna cum?” He asked against your lips, bringing up his thumb to again rub circles into your clit. All you could do is nod and let out a shaky moan. His fingers harshly curled as he thrusted them in and out of you.

You accidentally let out a louder moan as you felt that knot in your stomach released as you came. It was so good you almost didn’t feel the bigger pool of blood forming below you, another large cut sliced against your side.

“Asshole,” Your nails dug into his shoulders as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. “Hehe, oops.” he giggled.

“Fuck you,” you stuttered out. “Fuck you? Well, if you insist.” He mocked, sounding annoyed. He got ahold of your pants and underwear, tugging them off in one go.

“Hey,” you looked up, tears forming in your eyes. “You haven’t told me to stop yet.” He laughed, grabbing his knife again and cutting deeper into the fat. You shoved his wrist away, letting out a choked sob. “Okay, enough with that, it hurts.”

“Oh, I know, sweet girl.” He mocked as he finally put the knife down, making a small clank sound as he did so. He pulled you into what seemed to be a hug or sorts, but the next thing you knew you were shoved onto a bed. You felt a bit dizzy from it for a moment, but quickly recovered. It was dark, and you could barely see a thing. The only thing you assumed was that it must've been his room.

“Your room…?” You asked, he only hummed.

You stare up at him just a moment longer, your eyes slowly adjusting to the dark. Both of your hands travel back to his shoulders, tugging downwards on his jacket to get it off. He raised an eyebrow, letting you get his jacket all the way off. You then grabbed at the hems of his shirt, fidgeting with it slightly. Habit smirked then scoffed. “Freak.” He insulted you ironically, pulling off his shirt then quickly went to work on his belt, letting his pants fall to his ankles along with his boxers.

Your cheeks burned, trying to avoid eye contact. He grabbed at your thighs positioning himself. You winced as his fingers traced over the smaller cuts. The smell of blood finally hitting your nose once more as Habit shoves himself inside you without warning. You whine, slightly in pain as you feel him stretch you to his length. Tears build up at the corner of your eyes, blurring your vision. “How are you doing down there Rabbit?” He asked, despite knowing the answer. Horny and hurting. What a pair! You choked on a moan as you could feel him slowly feel him thrust in and out of you. 

“Come on, say something to me…” he then harshly buried his dick inside you, pushing against your cervix. You moaned, only being able to mumble a couple words. “Go faster.”

He bared his teeth with a grin, grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at him as he did as he was told. His opposite hand nails dug into your side as his thrusts intensified. You’d let out a small sob or whimper trying not to be too loud while hearing low growls and groans from Habit. At some point, Habits head was buried in the crook of your neck while your fingers dug into his back, leaving nasty red marks.

You let out continuous breathy moans as you felt your head spin from the pleasure. After a while you felt yet another orgasm approaching rapidly. Good to note you cum easy I guess.

Your mind began to get a bit fuzzy. You felt yourself switching between holding on his shoulders tightly or digging your nails into them. You bucked your hips, letting out small whimpers into his ear which only encouraged him more.

“You're squirming a lot… you close hun?” Habit spoke between breaths. You only managed to nod in the crook of his neck, groaning in what sounded like annoyance but ended up sounding a lot more needy than anything. Habit took that as a sign of yes. Not that it even mattered though— he definitely wasn’t done.

You felt your mind almost going numb from the overwhelming pleasure as a wave of orgasm after orgasm piled on top of you. Habits pace never faltered, though. Your legs were trembling, only small inconsistent whimpers came from you as he continued to use you despite you having finished ages ago. Your vision started to become more fuzzy from literally being fucked senseless. Your before tight hold you had on Habits shoulders began to falter, becoming weak. 

You soon finally felt Habits pace become increasingly sloppier, his movements becoming more erratic and him letting out deep grunts in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. In his final moments, he leaned down once more into your neck, latching his teeth into a small unbothered part of your shoulder to keep himself from moaning. He finally pulled out and came all over your stomach. You felt your body go just about fully limp sprawled out on his bed a bit, letting out a groan. He only giggled at you a bit. He kissed the bite and got up shortly after. 

You probably could’ve passed out right there if it weren’t for the fear of you being caught naked and bloody in Habits bed. He turned around and pulled his pants back up then sitting down in front of you. “You alive down there?” He joked. You didn’t seem very amused and fell down on your side and curled up into a ball.

“Let’s get you cleaned up…” you were sure he probably would’ve left you there if you were anyone else. “You fucker.” You panted as your body ached. However, you almost missed it. Although, the drying blood and bruises said you were done.

Habit scoffed, getting up and grabbing some kind of first aid kid from one of the bathroom cabinets. The wipes sure did sting though. You tried resisting only to be held in place. “Quit being dramatic.” He’d say. Once your wounds were dealt with, he threw your clothes at you. You finally managed to stand, pulling your clothes on while Habit watched. As you tried to walk past Habit towards the door, he stopped you. “Not even a goodnight kiss?” He said half sarcastically. Still, not amused. You stared at him a while longer before he eventually gave up and let you pass.

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Guys *I say into the void* I just watched EverymanHYBRID a week ago- I’m so absolutely obsessed