this ones a little dark and includes gore so if you arent comfortable with it, plz feel free to ignore ofc !!!!
what if habit brought in a female victim and was trying to torture her and everything, but she was unexpectedly into that and tried flirting with him as a shot and also a last resort to survival. reader hears habit repeatedly denying whatevers happening to him (nothing physical ofc, shes tied up and is just flirting! plus, usually its the victim screaming no..) and goes to check it out. reader gets all jealous and stuffs and decides to take out the victim in the most brutal way herself, because who would bonbon be if not picking up some of habits habits?
cue habits breeding sesh while reader is covered in blood and gore
i just hope tumblr won’t ban me for this LMAO. also not proof read lol sorry
the house was quiet; only the soft sound of the knife cutting carrots could be heard from the kitchen. you stared down, eyes following the movements in silence.
somewhere in the house, you could hear habit’s loud and manic laughter as he tortured another poor soul. you were a bit pissy that he has chosen a girl this time. you thought you have made yourself clear when you said you didn’t like when he brought girls over, even if he only killed them.
he had you! why would he want to bring girls over?
after finishing your task, you decided to walk to the basement. just to give him his usual drink. and also to see if this girl was causing problems.
quiet steps barely echoed in the hallway as you made way to the basement door. opening it, you couldn’t hear the usual screams from the usual victims.
that alone made you raise an eyebrow.
you slowly walked down the stairs, as silent as a ghost, before stopping at the end of staircase to listen.
the girl’s voice was breathy as she giggled. it made your eye twitch. who did she think she was? was she fucking giggling at your boyfriend?
“i like your—your hat.” she said. her voice was a bit shaky, and pain was evident in her voice.
still, she tried to flirt her way out of this. you pressed your shoulder against the wall, eyes focused on the floor as you listened.
habit, of course, knew you were there. please, he heard you the second you opened the door. your heart—that poor thing—has been racing weirdly since he got home with this girl.
he smiled at the girl, although the smile was for you. you reeked of jealousy. such a dumb girl, you were. really. to be jealous of this nobody.
although, he really couldn’t help it. you were always so composed. so calm. he wanted to see you lose it a little bit.
“oh, why, thank you.” he said, “made it myself.”
you took a small breath as your tongue swiped over your bottom lip before letting your teeth sink into it.
“you’re very talented.” the girl complimented him, “if you—if you let me go, i won’t tell anyone. i promise on my soul. i’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
you finally pushed off the wall and walked into the room. the girl snapped her head towards you. her eyes were wide and teary. she was tied up to a chair.
“there she is!” habit exclaimed excitedly, “my beautiful wife.”
the girl paled as you stared at her. your fingers tightened around the glass, and for a second, you considered throwing it at her head. that would probably hurt.
“your drink.” you said instead, giving it to him. your voice was flat, clipped, cold.
habit smiled to himself as he held the glass in his hand, staining it red.
“go wait for me upstairs, bunny. i’ll be done soon.” he said.
usually, you’d say yes before giving him a quick kiss and walk upstairs. now, the idea of leaving him alone, in a basement, with a girl made you viscerally uncomfortable.
you silently walked to the table where he kept his different knives. you picked one up before walking to the girl. she shook her head as she pleaded with you.
habit’s smile widened as he watched you shove the knife into the girl’s chest. you did it slow, eyes dead set on hers as she choked on a gasp. you didn’t seem to notice the blood splashing on your face when you dragged the knife out of her.
you stared at her in silence as habit walked to you. wrapping his arms around your waist, he hooked his chin to your shoulder.
“she was mine.” he hummed. he didn’t sound angry or annoyed.
your lips pressed in a tight line, “you were taking too long. and i did say i didn’t want girls in my house.”
his hands left your waist to move to your shoulders. he let his fingers graze down your arms before engulfing your own hands.
“is my poor, dumb girl jealous?” he snickered against your ear, “were you worried i would have fucked her down here? all alone, in a dark basement. she wasn’t ugly, after all.”
you knew he only said it to get a rise out of you. he was obsessed with you. completely, viscerally, devoted to you and only you. but he did love to piss you off more.
you turned around sharply and shoved him by the chest. he fell on the floor, although you knew he only fell because he allowed it. despite not being the tallest, he was infuriatingly strong.
you got down on the floor too, straddling his hips with your knees.
“you’re such a fucking asshole,” you hissed against his mouth, “i hate you.”
he groaned as he fully pressed his mouth against yours. the kiss was messy, hard, desperate and filthy. full of tongue and teeth clashing together as his hands moved to your hair.
“oh, you hate me so much, i bet.” his laugh was muffled against your mouth, “show me how much you hate me.”
it didn’t take long after he uttered those words, because ten minutes later, you were sinking down onto his cock. he grunted as his hands gripped your hips and you began a fast pace as soon as his cock bottomed out inside you.
“i hate you, i hate you, i hate you.” you chanted through gritted teeth.
your hands were on his chest for stability as your hips rolled up and down every few seconds. his eyes were half lidded as he stared up at you with a smug, triumphant grin.
this fucking asshole. he was enjoying it. the thought of playing right into his trap made your blood boil even more, and your hand raised up on its own before a loud slap echoed in the room.
his head was tilted to the side as a mean red patch was already forming on his cheek. he groaned, cock throbbing inside you before licking his bottom lip with his tongue.
“brat,” he said breathlessly.
he should be angry. you just slapped him! if anything, it made him jerk his hips up into you, meeting your own movements.
you slapped him again, and again after that, until his bottom lip was dripping with blood and his cheek looked hot.
he just let you. he was a sadist, but he also enjoyed receiving pain. it added a thrill to the relationship. he loved whenever you showed your true colours.
always so sweet and kind, he knew you were rotten underneath it all. that was why he was so attracted to you. you were far from innocent.
although, his patience had limits. he flipped both of you quickly, and you found yourself chest down on the ground with him behind you.
he gripped your hips to push your ass up and his hips began thrusting, hitting your ass with every single thrust.
you moaned, nails clawing at the floor. he lowered himself down until his chest pressed against your back.
“look at her,” he whispered by your ear.
your clenched your jaw and purposely looked the other way. the last thing you wanted right now was to look at a dead girl.
his hand sneaked into your hair before grabbing a handful of it, and tilted your head up, “i said look. i don’t think you’re deaf, huh?”
you watched the girl as her lifeless eyes were staring the floor. blood kept pouring out of the stab wound, although you could only focus how good his cock felt inside you.
“my jealous bunny,” he chuckled quietly, “so desperate to keep me all for herself. you’re so cute, i could eat you all up.”
he gave your neck a playful nip, although it made you hiss in pain. he wrapped his arm around your neck, bicep flexing until it squished your cheeks together. your hands gripped his forearm as your eyes slowly rolled back.
he grabbed the hand that held the knife to kill the girl, and shoved two of your bloody fingers in his mouth, lapping them up.
he groaned, tongue leaving sticky spit drip down your digits.
“you were soo hot earlier.” he grunted, “killing someone for me. fuck, i’m never letting you go. you’ll stay here forever, right? you’ll let me fuck you dumb every night? you’ll let me pump you full? fill you up so you can have my babies? yeah, you will.”
you were too fucked out to understand, but your ass pushed back against his hips as you moaned and begged him to cum inside.
he came right after you, pumping you so full that it dripped out of your hole.
“don’t let it go to waste,” he tsked in mock disappointment, “hah, that’s alright. i’ll just have to fuck more of it into you.”
