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HABIT forbidded you from going to the basement after you guys were officially together
Yk how some people may say I love you as the first thing when they actually start dating
Well he said "bunny...i love you but please for your goddamn sake.... Stay. Out. The. Basement." his cap was tilted making a shadow cascade on his eyes making only his harsh grin visible
You nodded your head like the obedient girl you are but now as you're standing in front of the mistakenly open door if the basement that agreement was completely forgotten and pushed back in your memory.
You stared at it thinking that "what he wouldn't see probably wouldn't hurt him", right now HABIT was out hunting in the woods near the house and you thought that would buy you time the get in and get out
You could barely put your hand on the door before you were yanked back by the back of your shirt and pulled against a familiar chest
"What did I tell you about my basement." he said his voice low and grumpy
You started to tremble like a leaf in the wind or a fearfully rabbit
"I um..Im sorry I was trying to just.. Just close the door" your voice was shakey and you refused to look at him or the door
He threw you aside on the floor and walked to the door to close it, he looked back at you once it was tightly shut and chuckled
The sight of you trembling on the ground was humorous to him and he slowly made his way up to you and held you up by your armpits the way someone would do a baby
"If I ever see you near that door again.. I'm not opposed to hurting you bunny." his voice was low and threatening as his smirk from chuckling disappeared as fast as it came
You didn't respond quick enough so he shook you a bit and you started to get teary eyed "ok! Ok yes I understand I'm...im sorry..."
"Good... That's good" the way his tone changed from threatening to happy go lucky was like whip flash and he dropped you, making you land on your knees as he walked away too his room.
You sat there, confused and scared not knowing what to do but little did you know HABIT wouldn't lay a finger on you and that he was only bluffing.
He loves you too much to actually hurt ya
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That was horrible but it's my first fanfic so like give me slack : 3
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Still alive yall, been busy for the past few weeks but here is the early sketch so far (trying to find my art style since its harder for me to draw on the tablet than drawing on the paper)
based on a fav artist of mine ideas
to the ark sound like a church lol
"welcome to st ark church"
here we have father thomas as the head priest
and father wright as the confessor
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I had made a post about Habit using grappling to his advantage when heâs killing or taking someone hostage a few weeks ago. Well something more suggestive came to mind as I was trying to sketch it out and it had my tail wagging. I said it would be slight NSFW but I lied, itâs a bit dirtier than I anticipated.
This started as a drabble then I got lost in the sauce sorry (itâs still short)
Iâm not very knowlegeable on tags or those fancy -philia words but hereâs the menu: NSFW, dub-con(?), implied (unhealthy) relationship, triangle chokes, physical violence, afab reader, asphyxiation, blood-kink, mentions of limb breaking, limbs almost breaking, sadistic Habit ofc, lowk masochist reader, arm bar, humping
Writing in detail about combat sports is difficult so I sketched the position Habit will have the reader in this post at the bottom to make it easier to visualize. Reader is strong asf in this
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Habit had tackled you down onto your back, crawling his way up to sit on your chest. His tight hold around your wrists now restrained the balled fists you attempted to throw at himâyou were sure you were going to get bruises from that alone.
You two kind of got into a scuffle in the woodsâit led to you punching him in the face and giving him a nosebleed that you know all too well would heal quicker than youâd like. You would be lying if you said it wasnât satisfying to see his puzzled expression; you even managed to knock the cap off his head with that hit. Now that youâre underneath the drop of his weight, youâre starting to second-guess whether or not the sight was even worth it.
He lifted your back from the ground slightly, using the same grips on your wrists; in what seemed like a second, he let go of one and threw his leg over your shoulder, tucking it underneath your head to secure his submission. His movements were cobra-likeâyou couldnât have imagined the position he would have you in. Habit had put you in a mounted triangle choke; his foot is tightly locked under his other knee, so thereâs no way for you to escape. You try to fight, but the weight of his body feels compressing, and the lock of his legs around your head and trapped arm makes it almost impossible to breathe.
You curse and flail the limb thatâs locked in between your head and his legs. Habit is looking down at you with that sinister, tight-lipped smirk on his face at your pitiful effort to hurt him now. You feel heavy droplets of warm blood oozing from his nose land onto your face, which was starting to become beet red from the pressure. The one thing you managed to do from here was shove his face with the thrashing arm you had in between you two while your other arm desperately tried to pull his thigh from squeezing tighter around your neck.
As much of a hassle you were, you were no match for his strengthânot the way you were now, at least. His face was now far from your reach, so you could only grab hold of his flannel jacket, tugging hard to try to lower the level of his head. You wouldnât be able to do much, but there was a chance youâd be able to give him a good double eye poke.
He breaks your grip on his flannel with ease, taking control of your wrist and pulling it up forcefully. He exposed the perfect extension of your arm, pressing your clenched fist tightly against his chest. His heart was racing with excitement, and he bit down on his bottom lip; he was now in full control.
âOpen your hand.â He commanded in a low voice that couldnât sound any less threatening.
Heâs not trying to choke you out just yet, but at this point, your blood vessels are beginning to rupture around your eyes. Fortunately for you, these little red spots will go away eventually, but your loved ones will question whether youâve had an allergic reaction lately.
You deny his request, proceeding to kick and squirmâyour attempts are futile.
He begins to move his hips forward against your arm, making sure your elbow is hyperextended and your forearm pressed firmly against his sternum.
âOpen it, or Iâll break your fuckinâ arm.â
It hurts like hell. If you werenât going to pass out from the choke, then youâd be conscious enough to feel Habit break your joint or rupture your tendon. You were unsure if he would actually kill you this time, but you were certain he would give you long-term injury if prompted.
Habit leaned back to ease the pressure on your chestâof course, there wasnât much of a difference in discomfort, but at least the spots in your vision eased up. You couldnât be stubborn today. You chose to listen and relax your fist âat least you tried toâexposing your palm with trembling fingers.
âThatâs a good rabbit,â he cooed.
Youâre sure Habit can feel the pounding of your heart from grabbing hold of your now blood-stained hand. His thumbs pressed on the firm pads to get a feel of your racing pulseâ itâs like music to his ears; he then proceeded to crouch down to press your twitching fingers onto his blood-stained lips. Thereâs a wet warmth that coats the tip of your ring and middle fingerâ a gasp slips in between your rigid breathing when you realize itâs Habitâs slick tongue licking your fingers clean.
A low growl erupts from Habitâs throatâhis groin is conveniently pressed against your tricep, and the bucking of his hips is gradually increasing.
His lids flutter shut as his wet muscle drags down to the center of your palm, flattening it and lapping the last smears of dried blood. His now-bruised nose is peeking between your fingers, and his heavy breath across your cupped skin sounds louder, less controlled.
Habit finally pulls away and opens his eyes to meet with yours; your eyes looked glossy, your skin was damp, your brows were furrowed, and you were taking shallow breaths with an open mouth. You were so helpless like this. If he could, he would stick his fingers down your throat to toy with your breathing some more, making you gag and sob as heâd dig for spit. But knowing youâyouâd bite his fingers off; then heâd really have to end you. If you were nicer, heâd reach back to unbutton your pants and tease your aching cunt. However, today you were a pain in his ass; you didnât deserve that. You deserved to have your back against the dirt with the crushing weight of his body on top and the squeeze of his legs around your strained neck.
In his eyes, you were a constricted, defenseless rabbit in the tight grip of a cold-blooded python, kicking and thumping with no chance of survival.
You could no longer ignore the bulge that was practically digging into your arm at this point. A sharp hiss slips past your lips as Habit pulls on your arm again, forming that painful extension once more. This time, Habit isnât licking your hand, but instead, leaning back, grinding up against your straightened arm and peering down at you.
Every buck of his hips served as a physical reminder of how dangerously close he was to breaking you.
Habit spoke to you with that fake pity voice you hated, making fun of you and the position you were in, how stupid you were to think youâd get away with it. Youâd never say it out loud, but you didnât have to. You know Habit can sense your arousal caused by the humiliation, the humping, and the restriction of your breath.
A whine escaped from you when you felt a soft pop from the stress put on your UCL. You could feel a twitch from Habitâs cock underneath the thick denim the moment he heard those exhilarating sounds.
âFuck..â he sighed. He could feel himself getting close.
Your vision was getting spotty again. Shit. You might actually end up passing out.
He threw his head back, parting his blood-smeared lips, and let out a shaky moan of pure bliss. He sloppily rode out his orgasm against your arm with hips that twitched uncontrollablyâhe was too disoriented to realize that your arm had gone limp in his grasp.
You were fine; nothing a slap couldn't wake you up from.