⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

It’s a very intricate ritual, but there are ways to speed up Habit’s progression until he’s fully in control.

Normally, if Evan’s body dies or is harmed, Habit can’t use it. But if he is sacrificed with intention, Habit can immediately take over. Bonbon still isn’t a fan of violence or gore even after all the decades that have passed, but her love for Habit always wins.

She will be the one to lure Evan home. She is the one who puts something in his wine to knock him out- the person that deals with his nosy family or any partners and friends that have already been in his life.

Then when he wakes up, he’s tied with rope in her basement surrounded by symbols, and in the middle of a circle drawn in blood. She doesn’t acknowledge him the entire time and just talks to herself because she’s nervous about the doing steps in order.

Habit taught her about it a while ago because a couple of timelines ago, when she’d first become aware, she complained about him taking too long to come back. Now that she knows, when she “awakens” it constantly feels like she’s missing something until he joins her. So he gave her a play book on how to make it easier for them both.

She has to collect enough blood and organs to feed him when he fully possesses the vessel, paint the correct symbols on the floor and slit the host’s throat over the diagram. It’s crucial that she has the food ready because Habit comes out starved. If she doesn’t, he gets weaker for the first few weeks, and she loves him too much to let him go hungry.

Technically he could eat while he’s waiting by taking over randoms, but since he has her, he doesn’t mind keeping his appetite low.

She blindfolds Evan before straddling him and cutting open his jugular. And when his blood soaks into the symbols below, Habit has a direct tether to latch onto. It’s much faster this way because Evan’s soul isn’t occupying the body anymore, and Habit doesn’t have to slowly weaken his mental state over time.

It always takes a minute though and she gets super anxious. But Habit’s a dick and he’ll go out of his way to pretend that it didn’t work to fuck with her.

He’ll slip into the vessel, but stay limp. Not activating the complete possession until ten minutes past the expected deadline. Then, when she’s about to cry and blubbering over the corpse, a muted violet will sizzle along his veins. It glows faintly, zigzagging like lightning before the body jerks to life.

He’ll lunge up, snapping his teeth and ripping off the blindfold- “Got ya’.” He cackles every time because she’s somehow still nervous despite doing the ritual for decades.

Habit pampers her for a bit, kissing her hands and telling her she’s perfect. That he’s so thankful for all her hard work, appreciative of all the blood she’s spilt just for him.

However, the proof of carnage to the body clings to him- so she’ll fret over the wound she made, and he’ll have to tug her wrist up. Pressing it to his throat and letting her feel the healed tissue. “See? I’m fine, sweethearts. Stop fuckin’ pouting.” He’ll keep her sitting pretty on his lap while they’re sprawled on the cement floor, allowing her to dote on him as much as she needs.

When she’s satisfied and his hunger has grown too strong, he’ll feast. Gorging himself on the crates of limbs she’s gathered. This is the reason he tells her to prepare dinner for herself beforehand as it actually takes a decent while for him to get full.

She’ll go upstairs to grab her food and return to eat with him in the basement. They’re sitting cross legged on the ground, Bonbon with her plate of pasta and Habit chewing on a stray liver. She catches him up on work drama, any new shows she’s watched, and rambles about how she missed him. All the domestic stuff you’d expect. They shower together after and everything.

While their dynamic is somewhat the same, it does develop a slightly more macabre edge. Morticia and Gomez, but if Morticia was preppier and sensitive. Bonbon is used to his antics, and he woos her using darker tactics.

The ribs of an anaconda made into a flower, fragments melded together, with the bones dyed a pastel pink. He’ll have her throw darts at him to test her aim and dodge for fun. Habit’s throwing her off the ledge of their balcony to scare her, and catching her before she hits the ground with a grin.

The eons they’ve spent together has turned him into quite the romantic. Her loyalty, the sheer dedication it takes- who he’s made her into has him very proud.

In my original headcanons of him, he only views bonbon as a pet, but this is far into their relationship and time changes even the most hard headed of entities.

Habit can’t technically feel love the way humans do, but this is something else entirely. He is bound to her the way she is to him. She is his other half, mortal or not.

In the life cycles where she reincarnates later than him, the only reason he’s not as bothered is because he’s been alive for longer. The passage of time goes by quicker for him, and he doesn’t share the anxiety that she has about things “going wrong.”

He’ll wait around until he inevitably run into her, then he’ll ask her out. It’s literally the first date, but she’ll naturally feel pulled to him. And a couple of hours later, she’s in his home- where he’ll rest his forehead against hers, snickering when her face contorts in confusion.

Lilac circles his pupils, and she’ll freeze. The memories flooding her mind, overwhelming her for a moment. Then he’ll see it. The recognition in her gaze. They are lovers in every lifetime after they meet, and he plans on keeping it that way.

You are his favourite bunny, and nothing on earth- including time, laws or physics, can change that.

You only part to breathe, warm against his lips and twinged with whisky, your forehead resting against his. Evan should stop this—should be reminding both of you about who he is, what he chose. But how was he supposed to do that when you’re right here? Filling every single sense of his. He had spent so long trying to ignore the pull, that grating feeling in his throat whenever you passed by him.

But, truly, Evan’s a weak man. That’s what God is for. He, at the very least, felt powerless to the way his body reacted, to the scenarios his mind made up when alone. It certainly doesn’t help that he’s foggy from alcohol. It makes it dangerously easy.

You fumble with his belt, and Evan hears the zipper of his pants, feels the impatient tug at the fabric. He helps by lifting his hips just enough for them to be tugged down to his thighs. His eyes stay on yours the entire time, admiring the simple way the orange glow of the streetlight makes you look almost angelic. Like something he’d see in the nave.

He tilts his head, pressing his mouth to your throat, and you reward him with the most melodic sound Evan thinks he’s ever heard in his life. His hands steady you—instinct over anything else—as you sink down and take him in. Evan doesn’t remember where you parked, either. If you had to stumble over here or if you’re two steps away from the bar’s front door. If people could see you. Hear you, even.

Because, and Evan thanks the Lord, you don’t hold back. Maybe it’s the alcohol giving both of you false confidence. Selfishly, he hopes that it’s the (hopefully) mutual longing that’s built up over time. All he feels like he can do is watch. Absolutely in awe, like you were something holy, even if what was to follow would be the ruins of it.

His hold on you tightens as his face buries in your neck, groaning, gasping for air as all the windows fog up and create a false sense of security. Evan litters kisses and poorly-made hickeys against your skin. As the pressure crested, turned almost unbearable and overstimulating, he watched you whine and follows you only seconds later into probably one of the greatest sins of Evan’s life.

Your hair tickles the side of his face when you collapse against his shoulder. For a few seconds, the sound of your breathing is the only thing filling the car. Then you laugh—soft, not cruel, and almost in disbelief—as Evan traces gentle shapes up and down your back. Subconscious, but loving. Like he was meant to be doing it. Grounding, if anything else, but to who he’s not able to answer.

Evan’s face twists into something far from regret as you finally lift your head just enough to peek at him. There’s probably some guilt written into his eyes or his smile, but not the kind he’s eager to relieve. His hands cup your face, brushing stray strands of hair away with a gentleness that doesn’t match the earlier urgency. The same kind he held during mass. You lean into it, grabbing one of his wrists with both of your hands to keep him to you.

You both know, even drunk and tired, that this shouldn’t happen again. Couldn’t, if Evan was being honest.

Correction: The games themselves didn’t suck. The way they made the residents of the mansion act, sucked. 

It was so unruly. Screaming, throwing the controllers, weapons being whipped out at a poorly timed insult, they had no restraint. Everyone was pretty bad, yourself included, but Jeff and Ben were worst of all. The two idiots didn’t have respect for a single thing in their lives, and that principle carried over now as you were hunched between them on the shabby couch in the living room. 

It was well into the night, and most of the creeps were either asleep or out on a mission for Slender, so the boys ruled they could be as reckless as they wanted without consequence. Jeff had hauled you along too, ripping you from your comfortable bed to act as a witness to whoever won the match of Mario Kart. However, six rounds later, the two of them were leaning forward heavily and cursing at every bad move. Elbows perched on knees as the bright glow from the TV cast a haze over the room, your phone distracting you as they shoved and bumped into your curled-up body. “One more shell and I’m punching you.” Ben grit, Jeff laughed.

Ben was playing as Link, obviously, but Jeff was heavily set on playing as Rosalina because she’s “emo and fuckin’ hot”. You thought it was crude, but as the little princess chucked another blue turtle shell as Link, Jeff secured his win, tying the boys up. Three each, no clear winner and the exhaustion was starting to set in as you gazed at the bright TV. “Aw, sucks. Guess we’ll never know.” You chime, tugging yourself off of the couch and beginning to make your way up to your room and away from the already obnoxious arguing that followed. A calloused hand was quick to drag you back, hauling your ass back into the cushion you had been in for hours. 

“Nope. All or nothin’.” Jeff smiled, settling back into the armrest of the couch as Ben loaded another round, the loud whistles and bells chiming obnoxiously as they gripped their controllers. You groaned, shrugging back into the crook of the cushions as the boys pressed close to you, occasionally slapping at each other’s thighs and elbowing you a little too hard as they sped through obstacles. It was irritating, you becoming agitated every time one of their curses rang a little too loud in your ear. Ben was winning, sending Jeff into an utter panic and standing up, knocking you on the side of the head as he threw his elbows out in an attempt to steer clear of the giant tar pit in front of him. That did it for you.

“Okay. Fuck this.” You stood up, shoving Jeff to the side as you grabbed the remote to the TV and powered it off, their yells following as the bright light faded. “What the fuck?!” Ben snapped, throwing his hands in the air and standing next to Jeff now, who looked equally as shocked. 

“You’ve done nothing but yell in my ear all night! Either find some other way to settle your score, or just get over yourselves!” You grit, slamming the remote back down and aiming to walk towards the stairs, shoving your phone into your pocket as you stomp off. Ben laughed, your phone becoming suddenly very hot in your pocket and making you hiss, grabbing it and throwing it down onto the floor. Jeff was cackling, Ben smiling as you scowled at him, his dark eyes bright against the re-appearing glow of the TV as it suddenly switched back on. “Fucker.” You growled. They both just chuckled, grabbing their controllers again and restarting the game where it left off. “Now, either come sit down, or your phone explodes next.” The elf chitted, patting the spot on the sofa next to him teasingly.

Swearing, you sat back down, shoving your phone onto the coffee table in front of you and begrudgingly refocusing on the bright game, Jeff now taking the lead. The race was quick, Ben coming out on top in the end and sending the pale killer to call for another round, to which you responded with a groan. “Sit tight, gonna grab a drink.” The dark-headed man huffed, tossing the controller onto your lap and heading off into the kitchen, the little device buzzing and lighting up every time Ben clicked on his own. It was a weird sensation, the vibrations tickling your skin as you watched the screen, Ben focused on readying a match again. “This thing vibrates?” You laughed, pushing around the joysticks and smiling when the device buzzed deep as the car engines on the screen revved. Ben smiled, teasingly nudging your arm as he sat back into the cushion, resting his on controller on his leg. “Yeah, not as good as yours though.” He teasingly glared.

You cringed, Ben’s perverted little mouth taking over as he snickered, your face growing hot. “Not funny.” You hissed, shoving the controller off of your lap and onto Jeff’s empty seat, the little buzzing seeming a lot less cute now. The room was awkward now, at least on your end, but Ben just kept laughing, even as Jeff reemerged from the kitchen and plopped back down onto the sofa, giving you both a questioning look before readjusting as you shook your head. 

The boys started up again, you now keenly aware of just how much they were touching you. Thighs pressed side by side, shoulders nudging, Ben’s hands moving the controller down just a little too close to your scrunched-up legs as he raced; his comment had made you very agitated, your mind swirling the comment every time you heard the deep vibration of the little devices. Ben noticed, or at least, pretended like he wasn’t planning it all along. The elf had used his comment wisely, pushing you just the right amount into uncomfortable just to get your blood flowing, but not pushing you away. Truth was, he knew it was personal, knew all too well from the small hum of your vibrator through his walls, your little huffs and whines pushing through the wood and right into his pointed ears. He liked those nights, the nights where he could secretly send his influence and make the vibrator speed up suddenly, the hum becoming louder as your little voice followed, forcing you into an orgasm that he secretly caused. It was his favorite thing, pushing you, unknowingly under his whim. But now, he had the chance to actually pursue it, pursue you. 

Jeff was your friend, he was the whole reason you were down here. He had nonchalantly pleaded with you to be their little witness and sit in on the game, and Ben knew if he wanted to get to you, you’d need Jeff there to accompany the ride. You two weren’t lovers, but Ben accepted the fact that if he wanted to make his fantasies a reality, he was going to have to share. If only for tonight. This rang true even as he subtly pressed his thigh closer against yours, but you instinctually slid your legs closer to Jeff, your weight slowly shifting onto his shoulder as he shifted with you. Ben side-eyed hard, quietly nagging himself as he lost track of what he was doing and slipped off the map. Jeff howled, playfully slapping your leg and teasing the elf about paying attention. But he was done with this game, his focus had left that screen and was now locked onto you, along with his subtle jealousy that struck as you nestled against Jeff even further.

“You get any closer to him you’ll be sitting on his dick.” Ben mocked, flicking the game off with a little twitch of his finger and letting the bright TV glow illuminate your already flushed face. You gawked at him, brows furrowed as your face grew hot, looking at Jeff as he just laughed. “What the fuck, man?” The killer half laughed half cringed, glancing at you but tossing the controller onto the coffee table to avoid the awkwardness of being pressed against you now. You read it, shifting off of him as Ben moved to face you, crossing his arms with a sour look. “No, go ahead [Y/N], show Jeff how bad you want it. Y’know, since apparently I’m not funny anymore.” He grilled, nudging you closer to Jeff until you literally had to push your hands against his chest to stop the elf from climbing on top of you. Jeff didn’t think it was funny anymore either, shoving Ben’s shoulder and telling him to chill out as he pressed further, grabbing the controller off of the couch and shoving your back down against the killer’s legs awkwardly. “I’ll just do it myself then.” 

Ben was shoving himself between your legs now, pressing your thighs open and forcing his hands between as Jeff tried to adjust, trying to pull you up but being forced behind you as the elf pushed down. “Ben. What the hell are you doing?” He was blushing, despite his aggressive gaze now the killer was stunned, and Ben could see it. His hands pushed deeper, a twitch of his eyebrow all it took to send the little device in his hand roaring, a deep rumbling sounding as he pushed it closer to your clothed cunt. You panicked, reaching down to stop Ben but the controller was already whirring against your shorts, sending your back arching off of Jeff’s legs and the blonde smiling wickedly. “May not be fun, but you sure do seem to enjoy yourself a lot because of me.” 

“Wha-“ You gasped, clawing back into Jeff’s jeans as he watched, unable to help as his face grew hot, eyes flickering across the scene. You tried to sit up, but Jeff’s hands were on you now, wrapping under your arms and hauling you between his legs, letting Ben work the controller’s handle against your clothed clit as his hands rubbed your body. This was embarrassing, you squirming and writhing against the feeling of the device harshly vibrating against you, the power a direct reflection of Ben’s emotions. It was hard and rough, your gasps and writhing groans making Ben all the more excited as he looked up at Jeff, his expression conflicted between discomforted and getting terribly turned on. “Go on, Jeffrey. Get on with it or leave, either way, I’m making her cum.” You hissed, jerking as the controller handle nudged hard onto your clit, reaching to grab Jeff’s arms that were wrapped around you, clawing into them for some relief.

The killer was conflicted, breathing heavily above you as he watched you come apart, hips jerking with every shove Ben gave of the device. “She said we should break our tie some other way. I say we just found the perfect solution.” The elf smirked. Jeff didn’t particularly know what he was doing, but Ben’s glare and your desperate eyes burning into the killer clicked something, all of his embarrassment washing out as he slid his hands up your shirt, a satisfied chuckle ringing from the blond. “Atta boy.” You were shifting, trying to pry Jeff's hands off as he tugged up your shirt over your bra, body tense as you felt Ben’s fingers slip under your shorts, too. “Guys- Wait-” But they weren't listening, didn’t care to anyway as they hauled your clothes off of your body, sharing hungry looks between the other as your bare skin felt hot and sticky against their rough hands. It was addicting.

Jeff had never particularly thought of you in that way, always seeing you as some stability that he could rely on, but never something he found he desired. You were pretty, beautiful even, but there was always this tension he couldn’t get past. He realized it now though, as he tugged your bra off of your tits and slid the fabric over your head, he knew that tension was just his buried frustration about you. He was never good with emotions anyway, especially his own. “Fuck…” He groaned as he palmed your flesh, your hard nipples satisfying to roll between the pads of his fingers. Goosebumps rose against your skin as your panties were pulled off of your ankles, and tossed aside as Ben reached for the controller again, the familiar buzzing desperately guiding you to shut your legs, but the elf’s hands were already prying them open. They were both chuckling, their hands palmed down hard all over your skin as Ben pressed the handle back to your clit, the bare contact sending your back shooting off of Jeff’s lap with a groan. The vibration was horrible now, squelching and rubbing shakily as your cunt ached, arousal building and clawing its way through. Ben’s eyes were locked on you, gauging your every reaction and slightly contorting the intensity of the device to tug cute little whines from your lips, his bulge growing annoying fast against you.

Jeff was too, his jeans becoming tight against your back as he pulled your nipples up, massaging your tits until you were clawing at his arms, whining for him to be easier. He wouldn’t, it just wasn’t his style, wasn’t what he craved. “Feel good, princess?” Ben hissed, nudging his hips under your thighs and letting his bulge rut against your bare ass, his sweatpants rough against your bare skin. Jeff groaned, rolling his eyes and he pulled you up, positioning under you and letting your back rest against his chest, his hips jerking his bulge against the small of your back. “Princess? Really?” He scoffed, reaching his hand to tug your chin to the side, giving him access to your neck and pecking at the hot skin. Ben glared, the aggression between the two shows in their actions as the controller upped its intensity, handle buzzing hard against your swollen clit, sending you sobbing. Jeff answered with a tight tug of your jaw, biting into the side of your neck just enough to make you panic. They were competing, trying to see who could better stake their claim. You cursed yourself mentally for letting yourself be their solution.

“Well, princess? Answer me, c’mon.” Ben smiled, ignoring the pale killer and letting his hands splay on your waist, your legs wrapped around his waist as he worked the controller in small motions, contorting your clit desperately. You felt like you couldn’t get a stable breath, let alone speak, but the boys listened expectantly, Jeff’s breathing hot against the crook of your neck as he licked against the welts he had created. “I think- Ah- I think I’m close-” You craned, moaning as Ben slid his opposite hand down, running his fingers through the slick between your folds, spreading your arousal against your inner thighs. You groaned as he nudged his fingers into your cunt, spreading the digits against your clenching entrance and pushing his knuckles deeper. You craned, spreading your thighs at the relief of his fingers pushing against your walls, giving good relief to the vibration of the controller still heavy on your throbbing clit. You moaned heartily, jaw hanging open as you threw your head back against Jeff’s shoulder, his fingers quick to press from your jaw and find their way into your lips, pinching at your tongue. 

Closing your eyes, you sucked on the digits, letting Ben work his fingers deep into your cunt and tug your arousal further, Jeff gasping as you slid your tongue desperately. They were both watching, lost in the way your face looked flushed and sweaty, your hair clinging to your face and tears pricking against your eyelids. They were groaning, rutting their clothed cocks against your body until your skin felt raw, arching into the way the controller pulsed against you now, jutting your hips. Popping Jeff’s fingers out of your mouth, you cried out, cunt clenching and throbbing as Ben twisted his knuckles up into the gumminess of your walls. “Oh God- ‘Mm cummin- Ben-” You babbled, the boys adjusting quickly under you and prodding and pulling however they could, aiming to see who could nudge you over that last edge. Jeff’s teeth locked against the side of your jaw, his grunts loud in your ear as he twisted your nipples, hauling your orgasm to come crashing into you. “There you go babygirl, cum on his fingers,” Jeff grunted, licking your cheek as the deep red spot grew against your skin, your hands clasping against his arms as he hugged them around you. You were rolling your hips, chasing Ben’s fingers as he slowly pumped them out of you, gathering your slick and spreading it across your sensitive folds, eyes heavy on you. The controller’s rumbling died out, the handle glistening with your arousal and tossed to the side, the elf’s hands hooking around your waist and hauling you closer on his hips. “Good job, princess…” 

Ben leaned forward, steadying his weight on top of you as he pressed a kiss against your swollen lips, his tongue pushing itself into your mouth. You whined, sucking on his tongue and panting against his skin as you kissed him sloppily, slobber spreading across your skin. Jeff grumbled, wrapping his arms tighter around your chest and nudging his head into the crook of your neck, kissing against your ear and licking stripes against your shoulder. Even as they were pleasing you, their focus was on each other, their hands pushing against the other’s shoulder or nudging their knees out of the way; it was possessive and mean, you trapped right in the middle. Jeff popped off your neck, shoving Ben’s face off of yours as the blond’s hand wrapped in the killer’s messy hair and tugged him away from you, their growls echoing above you as they glared. You were still dazed, cunt still throbbing from your orgasm as Jeff hauled you up, pushing his back against the couch and setting you onto his lap, right on top of his bulge. “My turn.” He grit, a low rumble in his chest as he forcefully knots your hips down onto the swell in his jeans, Ben fussing in his ear but moving in front of you all the same. 

Even through their arguing they worked together, Ben helping to tug your hips up as Jeff reached around to unclasp his belt, letting his cock fling out of his jeans and rest against your soppy cunt. You hissed, the pale killer shifting his hips to let his length spread between your folds, your previous orgasm spreading across his cock. “I’ll fuck ya like you deserve, babygirl. Not with some fuckin’ Nintendo controller.” Ben glared, kneeling between Jeff's legs and pressing close to your cunt, fingers nudging against your tired clit, hauling your body back to life. Jeff positioned, nudging his cock head against your entrance, but your hands flung down, pushing both of them away. “If you two can’t act right, you’re not gonna be doing anything. Jesus, you can’t even fuck without arguing.” You spoke between pants, glaring at the two of them as they sat stunned, looking at the other. “Fine.” Jeff grit, rolling his eyes as he hooked his hands under your knees again, hauling them back and up to spread your cunt wide. You hissed, leaning back against him as Ben repositioned, swiping your hands away and nudging his thumb back onto your clit. 

Jeff rested his chin on your shoulder, breathing in your scent as he gripped his cock, nudging the head back against your entrance, flicking against your wetness. You rolled your hips, trying to get him to press in but Ben’s fingers tugged your clit up, making your hips follow with a whine. Jeff grumbled, tugging your legs back further and eventually nudging his hips up to connect with your entrance, slowly pushing in as you stretched around him. “Oh- Oh, my-” You mewled, throwing your head back to rest against the killer’s shoulder, reaching forward to grip Ben’s shoulders for stability as he pressed in. The elf gleamed, letting his hands wrap around your thighs as he pressed forward, pressing his tongue against your clit. You whined, shock writhing as Jeff shifted his hips up, letting the head of his cock nudge deep inside of you and stretch your walls thin, his grunts strained against your shoulder. Ben lapped at your folds, sucking your clit generously as Jeff bottomed out, letting your cunt rest on his balls as he pulsed inside of you, your eyes fluttering shut at the fullness. “Get your fuckin’ tongue off my dick, elf.” The killer grit, cringing at the feeling of Ben’s warm tongue lapping at the base of his dick as he focused on soaking in the taste of your swollen clit. He chuckled, popping off of the swollen nub and replacing it with his thumb, rubbing small circles and looking into the other’s wide eyes. “Be nice, remember?” He teased, pressing his face back in and sucking on your clit, careless to Jeff’s curses every time his tongue passed over the salty taste of the killer’s cock nestled inside of you. 

Grunting, Jeff got over it, hauling your legs higher and pulling them further apart, sighing at the stretch of your walls around him as you throbbed. He twisted his hips up, pressing his feet into the hardwood floor and pushing his cock up into your cunt, thrusting slowly as Ben worked your clit. “Shit…” He sighed, rolling his hips back down before pulsing back up. You moaned deep, hands messing up into Ben’s hair and tugging him closer as he swiped his tongue through your folds, practically trying to push the muscle into your entrance as well. Jeff kissed your shoulder, whispering unheard words as the sound of squelching and slapping filled the room, your cunt soaked and crying with pleasure every time the cock inside you pushed against your walls. “Tastes so good, ohmygods-” Ben clenched, grunting as you tugged his face back against your cunt the moment he let off, pushing his tongue back against your folds. He smiled against you, pushing his tongue up into the leftover space of your soaked cunt along with Jeff’s cock, lapping up every ounce of arousal that spilt onto his chin, fingers pulling your wet lips apart. The killer whined a ragged noise as the pressure of your cunt grew, strangling his length as the tongue felt so nice against the underside of his cock. He dug his nails into the underside of your knees, turning his face to catch your lips with his own as you moaned, gasping into his mouth. The noises you made were so pretty, muffled so nicely against his tongue as he wrapped it with yours. 

It was all so messy. Spit running down Ben’s chin, Jeff panting and moaning into your mouth the harder he thrust, your whines sobbed between kisses. Everything was so overwhelming, your cunt being pushed and stretched further than you could really handle. “So tight, baby. Jesus, you’re squeezin’ me awful.” Jeff growled against your swollen lips, biting the plump flesh and tugging his cock out all the way to the head just to thrust right back up again. Ben hummed again your cunt, swallowing you and relishing in the taste, begging for more as Jeff’s cock pushed more out, soaking his tongue. “Hurry up and cum, Jeffrey… My turn…” He mumbled against your puffy lips clenching around his lips so nicely, flicking his tongue against your clit again to force you into an orgasm. His cock hurt against his boxers, pushing desperately to get inside of you as he watched Jeff’s schlick in and out raggedly, glossy with your wetness. He reached down, undoing his sweatpant strings and pushing the waistband below his balls, quickly fisting his cock and jerking, precum dribbling down the length. “Fuck off…” Jeff grit, groaning as your entrance pulsed around him when he angled his hips forward. Ben rolled his eyes, standing up and pushing between your legs, cock in hand as he nudges himself down. He couldn’t wait any longer. 

Pressing a knee into the space between Jeff’s spread legs, Ben pushes the head of his cock between your spread folds, every bounce of your hips down onto Jeff’s cock forcing the blond’s cockhead to nudge against your clit, making you whine. Ben cursed, your slick gliding across the underside of his length and rubbing him as he reached to grip your tits, massaging the mounds as Jeff glared. 

The stimulation was too much, cunt overwhelmed as Jeff thrust harder, trying desperately to prove you could cum without the elf’s help. He let go of your legs, wrapping his arms around your waist and digging his face into your neck, biting down. You cried, hands pressed against his arms and clawing at his skin, legs curling around Ben’s waist as you sobbed, cunt aching and all too sensitive. Skin slapped loudly, juices squelching, and messy slobber hanging on your lips, babbling. You swelled, cockhead still against your clit and nudging you to an orgasm, rolling your eyes back as Jeff clenched his teeth into your skin, groaning his own. He didn’t slow down though, hips pulsing just as fast as he spilt into you, syrupy walls clenching tightly around the girth and milking him, pulsing with every twitch inside. “Jesus…” Ben gasped, fisting his cock as he watched your face flush, heavy eyes zoning out as you felt light, rolling your hips lazily to ride out your orgasm. “Fuck babygirl… What the fuck…” He groaned, lapping at the swollen skin that was forming from his bite, kissing your shoulder until he was focused enough to slip his soaked cock out of your cunt. 

Ben was quick to move, desperately tugging you up and twisting you around, knowing you didn’t have good enough strength to sit up anymore. Panting and still hazed, you dug your knees into the couch, straddling Jeff as you pressed your chest against his, hiding your face into his shoulder. Ben nudged behind you, tugging your hips back to meet his and groping at your ass, pulling the skin apart to see your soaked cunt. “Just one more, yeah princess?” Ben huffed, fisting his cock lazily as he pressed the tip between your folds, the warmth already tugging him closer. You sobbed, gripping Jeff’s shoulders and tugging at his hoodie as you nodded, arching gently as Ben slipped his head in.

Your cunt was so warm, so goopy and swollen from your orgasm, but constricting around Ben’s cock just right. Jeff’s cum threatened to leak out, dropping down but Ben caught it with his head, pushing it back into your entrance with a smile. He growled, his left hand holding his hoodie up to his chest while his right gripped onto your hip, nails digging in. Jeff reached around, wrapping his around your back as he kissed your cheek, watching closely as Ben sunk in. “Easy, you fuckin’ pixel bitch,” Jeff warned, reaching down to grip your ass, tugging the mounds in his rough hands as the blond scoffed. “She can take it.” He snapped his hips.

Now, Ben wasn’t as large as Jeff, but he knew how to sway his thrusts just right to make you fall apart. Placing a hand on the small of your back, he pushed down, forcing you to arch as he thrust up into your soppy walls, your cries loud and ragged against Jeff’s shoulder. “Plea- Please- Jesus-” You cried, reaching your hands to grip into Jeff’s messy hair, each snap of Ben’s hips jolting you forward with a slap. Jeff’s arms tensed around you, groaning as he soaked up your cries, cock fluttering to life again underneath. You leaned back, babbling something unheard as you connected your lips with Jeff’s moaning desperately into his mouth, Ben gritting as he snapped upwards into your walls. Reaching forward, the blond tangled his fist into the back of your hair, gripping tight and tugging a chunk back, snapping your head back as you cried. 

The elf was overwhelmed, a whining and grunting mess as his hips jolted, slapping loudly into yours as he tugged your hair. He leaned forward, forcing your face to turn as he pecked at your wet lips, brows knit as he continued his pace. Ben was shaking, lost in the warmth and wetness as he slammed in without any sense of coordination, you whimpering against his lips. Jeff growled, gripping your jaw and forcing you back to his lips, a little desperate game of possession starting up. Every few thrusts, the lips you were on would change, the two passing you between them as Jeff snaked a hand along your stomach, reaching to rub at your clit as he licked at your lips. You whined, hips jerking to meet the sensation as Ben tugged your head back to his, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You felt dizzy, position changing so often that you felt like you were spinning as your jaw was dragged back to another pair of lips. 

Fed up, you reached behind you, dragging Ben’s head closer as Jeff invaded your mouth, pressing the blond’s lips against yours as well. They both grunted, both tongues slipping into your mouth and fighting for more space, Ben’s thrusts becoming shallow and lazy as he tugged at your swollen lips. Slobber ran and mixed, whines and pants flowing into each other’s mouths as they both shared you, both dragged you onto another orgasm as Jeff’s fingers pinched your clit, Ben’s cock shoving itself deeper when he tugged your hair hard enough to make you cry. 

The boys were groaning, moaning against your lips as you came, drinking in your sounds as Ben bottomed out, letting you drag him along as well. Ben let off, his head dropping down against your shoulder as he came deep into your cunt, mixing his cum with Jeff’s, his fists gripping your hips tight and tugging you back further onto him. You pawed at Jeff’s chest, his muscles heaving with every breath as he held you, watching with wide eyes as you gasped through your orgasm, jaw hanging slack and eyes rolling back gently. “So good, babygirl. Look so good like this.” He smiled, gazing at Ben whose face was clenched tight, spilling what was left of his seed and tugging out, watching as your red lips swelled around his head. All of you were sweaty and hot, the TV glow reflecting bright against your red faces and hair clinging to your skin. Pants and grunts followed as you all plopped onto the couch, Jeff holding you as Ben lay on the opposite end, admiring your drenched cunt slowly leaking the mixed cum. 

Ben felt so content, so good watching you slowly drift in Jeff’s arms, the killer glancing at him and nodding his head, beckoning for him to come closer. “You look good too. I guess.” Jeff huffed as Ben crawled over, the elf laughing as he awkwardly slid under you, your body crammed between the two as they held you. “So, princess. Who’s the winner?” Ben smiled against your ear, smirking at Jeff as you groaned, glancing through heavy eyes.

“Couldn’t decide. Might need a couple more tries to figure it out.” You mumbled quietly against Jeff’s shoulder, closing your eyes and not thinking anything of the comment as your tired body took over. The boys, however, smiled at each other, rummaging around and positioning you snugly between them. “Good idea.” Jeff smiled, gripping under your knees and pushing them apart, each thigh spread over either boy’s waist. You stirred again, eyes shooting open as Jeff reached around to shove his fingers between your folds, pressing them inside achingly quickly. Ben followed, nudging his face into your neck and kissing the skin as his hands gripped your tits, massaging your arousal back to life. Whining, you gave in, reaching around to grip both of their heads closer to yours as you moaned, their fingers ravaging. 

Maybe you could teach them to share, maybe even then you could teach them to be nice…

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HABIT :

making his precious bun worship his cock - 𝜗𝜚

spanking you after dealing with your brattiness - 𝜗𝜚

he’s never gentle with his rabbit - 𝜗𝜚

cuffing your hands and making you take it - 𝜗𝜚

playing with his bun after a hunt - 𝜗𝜚

stuffing both of your holes like you deserve - 𝜗𝜚

loves putting his bun in her place - 𝜗𝜚

making you hump his thigh after misbehaving - 𝜗𝜚

Evan Myers :

letting him put his oral fixation to good use - 𝜗𝜚

and of course he helps with your oral fixation - 𝜗𝜚

taking a break from filming for a quickie - 𝜗𝜚

he loves when you ride him - 𝜗𝜚

he can’t not fuck you properly.. he’s addicted - 𝜗𝜚

starting the day with a lazy morning fuck - 𝜗𝜚

munch evan making out with your cunt - 𝜗𝜚

It was a fun night, hanging with your and your older brothers friends. You weren’t too off in ages, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. Pouring shots of vodka into the glasses your brother somehow managed to sneak past your parents.

They were gone for the weekend, some time away to relax was what they said. They left your older brother in charge, he was older, ergo, he was more responsible in their eyes.

It pissed you off more than you could imagine. Your brother was irresponsible as hell, but whatever. He let you have your friends over for a sleepover, only giving you a heads up thirty minutes beforehand that his friends would also be coming over.

It was almost 10:30 pm, and you and your friends were already in your pajamas. Whatever, he was technically in charge anyways. It wasn’t like you could say anything to him anyways.

They were annoying, blasting stupidly loud music downstairs. They sounded like they were getting more and more drunk by the hour.

“Cole, shut up!”

You had cracked the door open just a little bit to yell at your godforsaken brother. You and your friends planned to stay up later, so it wasn’t a matter of sleep that bothered you. It was the fact that he was being annoying as shit.

Of course, this idiot couldn’t hear you past the music and whatever cheap liquor his friends brought over. Spinning back on your heels, you look at your friends.

All of them looked like they were about to burst with laughter. Your brother making mock zombie sounds downstairs.

“He sounds like he’s about to have a hernia.”

One of your friends spoke out, causing a chain reaction of all of your friends to bust out into laughter. Shoulders shaking and tears streaking their cheeks. You couldn’t help but laugh with them.

Because he really did sound god awful. You still couldn’t believe you were related to this idiot. But alas, it wasn't really your first choice. And you were sure you weren’t his either.

“Okay. Gonna go ask him to turn the music down.”

You jabbed a finger at your bedroom door, the laughter finally dying down. One of your friends let a grin slip, putting her hands under her chin as she stared at you walking out of the bedroom.

You trotted down the stairs, the bass of the music thrumming through the walls; causing the picture frames to shake. You still couldn’t believe this was who your parents trusted to be in charge.

At the foot of the stairs, you watched in somewhat mild horror. Your brother was standing on top of the coffee table, one of his other friends somehow managed to get himself on top of the bookshelf.

“Cole.”

Your hands settled on your hips, staring at your brother. He leisurely turned around, pointing at you with a half empty beer bottle, slurring his words as he spoke. You couldn’t even understand. All his words melted into the music.

One of his best friends was sitting on the couch, his hat pulled low over his eyes. Bust still, you could feel them on you. He leaned back on the couch like he owned it, hands behind his head.

Legs slightly spread, knee bouncing to the beat of the music. His grin was borderline evil the moment his eyes landed on you. Like he was waiting for you to come downstairs and see him.

“Hey, the princess is awake.”

He laughed, not moving an inch from where he sat. That just made you all the more mad, rolling your eyes at him and turning back to your brother.

“Cole, I’m being serious.”

You watched as Cole dramatically rolled his eyes, trying to step off of the coffee table. To your dismay, he ended up falling off completely. A loud thud sounding through the room.

Your brother groaned, rolling around and moaning like he had been wounded in war. You were slightly impressed to see he hadn’t spilled a drop of his beer when he fell. That’s what he gets for having the IQ of an uncrustable.

“Looks like the princess brought her posse down.”

You glared at Evan before whipping your head around to see all of your friends standing behind you on the stairs. Looking sheepish, muttering about how they heard a loud crash and wanted to see if you were okay.

You knew it was a lie, they were not down here because of the crash. They were down here to ogle at your brother and his friends. A flush creeped over your cheeks before turning away. You could talk with them later, right now your brother was acting more like an idiot than normal.

“Cole, you almost broke mom’s coffee table.”

You stepped away from the stairs, turning the knob on the speaker down to an acceptable level. Your brother and his friends groaned, the one on the bookshelf staring at you like you had personally ruined his night.

You didn’t really care if they thought of you as a buzzkill, it was way too loud. And your brother could have seriously hurt himself doing that stupid bullshit.

“Find something else to do that doesn’t cause me to get migraines.”

You spat at your brother, though there was no real venom in it. Mostly concern for his safety, and your sanity. As you turned to walk back up the stairs, Evan cleared his throat, watching you with rapt attention.

“Hey. How ‘bout all of us play a game, yeah?”

His head cocked to the side, waiting for your reaction. You just rolled your eyes again, clearly not impressed with his antics. He tsk’d when you turned away from him.

“C’mon, I said all of us.”

You stopped and turned around to face him. But you knew what his grin meant. He was serious. And he was not going to let this go.

You had begrudgingly agreed to one game with your brother and his friends, including your own friends.

They were giggling like school girls, whispering to each other about which one was cute. You about gagged seeing one of your friends go into the downstairs closet with your brother.

There was one rule you and your brother both agreed on immediately, if you spun and it landed on your brother, you got an extra turn. And vice versa, if your brother spun and it landed on you, he got an extra turn to respin.

He shot down your idea of him doing your homework when it landed on him. You argued about it for ten minutes before reaching the previous decision. It was fine, but you were still salty about having to do your own math homework.

The liquor was some vodka your parents bought and forgot about. Your brother brushed off your protests, saying he would replace it the next day, but you knew he would absolutely forget.

Every spin, no matter who you landed on, you took a shot. With one of them you actually took your friend. Nothing happened, you both laughed about how they thought the two of you were probably kissing, when you were actually laughing at them.

You couldn’t lie, it became more and more fun with every shot you took. It was amusing to see Evan taking a shot while it landed on anybody. He hadn’t gone to the closet once during the whole game.

Some of your friends looked defeated, very obviously wanting to go to the closet with him. When your spin landed on him, you backed the shot like it was water. He looked almost upset with that.

But it was whatever. You only went in once with your friend to laugh about how stupid this was, you weren’t actually planning on going into the closet with anyone. Until Evans' spin landed on you.

Before you could reach for your shotglass, Evan was up on his feet, dragging you up and to the closet.

“Gotta do what the bottle says.”

He practically sang over his shoulder, dragging you into the closet. As the door shut behind you both, you crossed your arms.

“In your dreams, nerd.”

You huffed out, leaning back against the wall. A chuckle escaped him, stepping forward. Not enough to crowd your space in the already small closet. But just enough to show his presence in the room.

“Why’d you hate me so much? Hm? What if I just wanna talk?”

The way he said the words made you think he did not want to just talk to you, but you could deal with it. It was just seven minutes of awkward silence with your older brother's best friend.

“Because you're my brother's best friend, Evan. That would be weird.”

Your brother was stupid, but he could be insanely over protective of you. It could be oddly endearing sometimes, but there was one rule your brother had with you. His friends were off limits, and you were off limits to them.

You knew why, your brother didn’t want to deal with the entanglement and possibly having to break their jaws if they ever hurt you in any way. It was sweet, but you had told him you didn’t plan on getting with his nerd friends.

“Yeah? Would it? Don’t think I didn't see you starin’ at my lips earlier.”

You could feel his idiotic grin in the darkness, which was great because he couldn’t see the flush creeping across your cheeks. So what if you were staring at his lips a few times. It wasn’t a crime.

“Shut up, Evan.”

You felt a hand encompass around your throat, squeezing just right. So lightly it made your legs weak, you could have collapsed to the floor at that moment if it weren’t for the wall behind you. Evans lips grazed your ear,

“Yeah? Why don’t’cha make me, sweetheart?”

The purr in his voice nearly made you moan out loud, pressing your thighs together. Your breathing quickened, your heart rate rabbiting under your skin. You weren’t even sure what to say to that.

“Mm. Nah, you said no.”

The whimper that left your mouth the second Evans hand left your throat was damn near pathetic, almost causing you to stumble to the floor. You knew Evan was like that, he wouldn’t do anything unless you say so.

Either walk out of that closet without shooting your shot, or let Evan just do what he wants to you. It was a tough decision. And considering the ache in between your legs, you felt almost weak in your decision.

“Please.”

Was all you managed to get out, thinking Evan was just gonna be mean and mock you for changing your mind on him so fast. You didn’t even hear him move, feeling him slide a hand on your lower back.

Evan helped you down onto the ground, sitting you back against the wall. He was practically an expert, getting your pants off of you in one swift motion. He somehow managed to cram himself low enough to lay on the floor.

“Relax, sweets. I’ll take care of ya.”

You weren’t sure what he meant by that exactly, feeling his hands hold both of your thighs apart. You mewled as he licked a strip up your cunt, slow licks at first. Probably letting you get a feel of it before he fully delved into it.

Giving you chances to back out if that was what you wanted. But that wasn’t what you wanted, your hand reaching down to tug softly on his hair. You gasped at the feeling of him practically pushing himself deeper in between your legs.

You were seriously hoping your brother couldn’t hear his best friend eating you out like you were his last meal. You were practically seeing stars, his tongue lapping and swirling like he had done this with you a million times before.

One of his fingers pushing slowly inside of you, pumping in and out. Letting you stretch out around him before adding a second finger. You were in heaven, eyes rolled back, panting as he brought you closer to the edge.

“Ev-”

You whined, a little louder than you intended. Evan snaked his other free hand up your body, shoving two of his fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Shh. Can’t let them hear you, honey.”

He muttered into your cunt before diving straight back in. The sensation of his fingers in your mouth and his fingers pumping inside of you, crooking them just right had you almost blacking out.

Your thighs clamped around his head, eyes fully rolling back as your release washed over you in waves. Evan slowed down a little bit, still lapping up your release. The moment your legs fully relaxed around him, he propped himself up on his elbows.

Evan pressed a soft kiss into your thighs, pulling his fingers out of you with a sound that you could’ve swore was pornographic.

“Y’alright?”

He asked softly, just listening to your pants and whines. The feeling of your thighs shaking around his head sent his ego straight through the roof. You nodded, staring down at him with half lidded eyes.

“Would give y’more. But it is only seven minutes.”

He teased, dodging your playful swat to his shoulder, grabbing your pants from behind him and helping you put them on.

“C’mon, we can sneak upstairs. I can give y’way more than seven minutes.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. It was going to be a long night.

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Habit had his sights set on you.

The perfect candidate for his dinner. He hadn’t eaten in what felt like forever, even though it was just two days ago.

He didn’t need to eat every day, even though his mortal body screamed for him too. It was too much work to stalk down and murder anyone every single day.

So, he skipped every other day. Kept his hunger satiated enough for him to get by.

But you have become his… object of obsession lately. The soft white frills you wore, the sweet sound of your voice.

They way you were never afraid to stick up for yourself. The way you smelled amazing. He knew he had to have you.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner, maybe even a dessert. He didn’t care. He had to have you. He knew your screams would sound so sweet as he dragged his blade across your soft flesh.

He had a hefty urge to sing his teeth into you. Take out chunks of your skin, taste your blood on his tongue. He was almost drooling at the thought.

Waiting pathetically behind a bush. He’d been sitting there all day, watching you at a cafe, drinking some kind of tea, or maybe even coffee.

Munching on a sweet pastry, while your friend yapped in front of you. He watched you nod your head a few times, shaking your head the other few times. Adding onto your friends story now and again with some kind of input.

You looked gorgeous like that. Normally he would walk up to his victims. Put the charm on, get you all flushed and giggling.

He’d pull out all the stops, get you close to him for easy access. But something was stopping him from getting any closer to you. He was getting frustrated.

He knew it wasn’t the fact that your friend was sitting across from you. That has never stopped him before. It has put a damper on a few of his killings.

Friends protecting friends. Yadda yadda. Whatever. And your friend didn’t look like the type that would stop him. But, he couldn’t be sure.

People surprise him more and more every day. Mostly from their stupidity, but that was neither here nor there. Right now, he just wanted you.

Gritting his teeth, watching you with rapt attention. He hasn’t blinked in almost five minutes, just watching. Waiting.

Waiting for what? For you to get up. To leave. So he can follow you home. Snatch you up. Bring you back to his house.

And finally, his chance arose. Pupils dilating, his spine going rigid. He quickly tried to conceal himself a little more. His eyes follow as you stand up, waving at your friend and walking away.

Finally. Dinner time.

Habit was starving by now.

He had followed you all the way home. Keeping his distance in his shitty car. Well, it was Evans, really. But he wasn't around to use it at the moment. So he was taking it around.

Of course, he had to lose you a couple times to make it look like he was just following the same general path back. But there were times during the stalk that made him want to run every red light imaginable.

He had followed you into your house. Laughing to himself about how you didn’t even lock the door behind yourself. Your house was cozy, lace curtains, a fuzzy pink rug, white lace throw pillows on the couch.

It was a shame he’d have to get it all dirtied up. Habit was already imagining it, the blood spatter all over the couch. Spread across the walls, the screams he would have to muffle. Watching the light leave your eyes.

“Oh, hi.”

Habit damn near jumped out of his skin at the sound of your voice, spinning around on his heels. He was staring dead straight at you.

He looked so out of place here. Muddied up clothes, broad shoulders, hat hung low over his face. A stark contrast to the white and baby pink frills surrounding him. He wasn’t even sure what to do now. 

This wasn’t necessarily part of his plan. He wanted to catch you off guard, watch you panic and kick and scream in his arms.

But you looked almost indifferent to his intrusion of your space. It could have freaked him out if he wasn’t absolutely fucking starving.

“Y’ain’t scared, lil rabbit?”

Habit asked, taking a step forward. His grin widened when you didn’t step back, just watching him. Incurious to his intention. It was almost like you had known he would show up.

“No. Should I be?”

You tilted your head to the side, watching Habit step closer. His grin turned devilish, excited to tell you about the plans he apparently had for you.

“Ohh, yeah. Y’should be.”

He laughed, pupils dilating. A predator about to strike. Your brows furrowed in confusion, and stepped back. Habit took another step forward, convinced you were starting to understand the perilous situation you were in.

“Gonna eat you up. Maybe stab ya a few times. Real sorry for your decor-”

Habit was cut off by a sharp stinging pain across his cheek. He stumbled back a little, almost falling to his ass at the force of it. 

His hand came up, cradling his cheek. He’d felt worse, of course. He’d been stabbed, shot at, bitten, the works. But he was completely caught off guard. Unaware of how strong you actually were.

He looked over at you, jaw slack. More confused on where you got the gall to hit him. But you were standing there, your arms crossed over your chest. He could actually see the dead look in your eyes from this angle.

Not sad, or upset, or angry. Just empty eyes where light should be. Like you had been dead a long time before.

“Now, that’s no way to talk to a lady.”

You sneered at him. Habit was absolutely baffled at the fact that you just hit him. And it wasn’t over the breaking into your house. It was over his fucking manners. He technically wasn’t raised by anybody.

He wasn’t given the lesson on ‘Manners 101’. He was mankind's bad habit. Chaos incarnate. A parasitic entity who has roamed this earth for millions of years.

He ate and killed whomever he pleased, no need for formalities when he would be killing and munching on people.

“And you’re dragging dirt into my home, and I just cleaned. Filthy.”

You stepped forward, reaching to grab for the back of his shirt collar. Like Habit was a stray mutt that just wandered into the house without a bath prior.

Habit grabbed your wrist, trying to stop you from putting your hands on him further. But he instead jumped back, like you had just burned him.

He watched you with wide eyes. Your skin was so cold, and not in the normal way. Not in the way that you had just come inside during winter and were trying to warm up.

No, it was cold. Dead. No longer living among this earth, kind of cold. His head shook side to side a little bit. He knew that feeling all too well. He had killed many people in his lifetime. It was a feeling you never forget, it wasn’t unpleasant for him.

He absolutely knew for a fact that was what he felt. There was no way he was just imagining it. You felt like you had just stepped out of a body freezer.

“What’s wrong with you..?”

He asked, only to be sent stumbling back again. Crashing to the floor, his cheek stinging and bright red from the force of your slap. Now he could see some semblance of emotion on you. But not the emotion he wanted.

You looked pissed, hands on your hips. You were glaring at him like a dog who had just chewed up a couch cushion.

You weren’t a violent person, ever. You would never hurt a fly, but you absolutely could if you wanted too. 

“You have no manners. Were you raised in a barn?”

You scolded at him, pointing a hand at his shoes, then gesturing towards the door. Habit was calculating his escape at this point. Wondering if he could make a run for it, because he was not prepared to deal with this.

There was never a time in his millions of years that he’s had to deal with a living dead girl. And one who was so insistent on manners, at that.

Habit had to do what he could, maybe if he did what he was told, you’d just let him run. He really had to get better at picking victims.

He hated himself. He was cursing himself for ever looking in your direction. You had spent the past twenty minutes scrubbing the dirt from underneath Habit’s fingernails.

Going on and on about hygiene and how Habit was absolutely filthy. He tried to fight it, he really did. But he was still in shock about the fact that you were dead and alive at the same time.

Habit just stared into space, letting you do whatever you wanted. Maybe when you went to sleep he could just book it. Haul ass to his car and get as far away from you as fast as possible.

You quickly snatched Habits hat off of his head, his head snapping towards you. A growl rumbled through his chest, only to be met with a soft smack to the back of his head.

“Ah ah. None of that. You are absolutely filthy, and you will not be walking around my house like this.”

You chastised him, forcefully grabbing the back of his shirt and guiding him over to the bathtub. Habit had never felt more humiliated in his entire life. He was powerful, and dangerous.

And yet, you were handling him like he was just another stray dog you decided to take in and keep. 

“Kneel.”

Your voice was cold, and flat. He growled again, staring at you with such malice it could cut steel. His body jerked forward when you grabbed the back of his head, pushing it down.

He complied, but only because he wanted to get out as fast as possible. He was reluctant, feeling the warm water from the bathtub faucet splash around him.

You were practically waterboarding him, scrubbing coco and shea butter scented shampoo into his scalp. Using your nails to scratch the suds deep into his hair. He couldn’t even lie right now, it actually felt kind of good.

You had practically used all of your favorite shampoo on this idiot, just to get his hair somewhat clean. Shutting the faucet off and towel drying his hair to get the excess moisture out.

“When was the last time you showered? You smell like death.”

You asked under your breath, concentrating on getting most of the water out of his hair. Habit couldn’t even reply, because he wasn’t sure. The last time Evan showered was the last time this vessel was clean.

He knew it was filthy, but he didn’t even care. He would get muddied and bloodied up anyways. So, he felt like there was no use.

Habit stood up, looking at you through wet hair. He shrugged, and the horrified look on your face somehow made him feel guilty. He had never experienced that before.

“Shower, now. I’ll get you new clothes. Those look…”

You looked Habit up and down, grimacing over the state of his clothing. You waved your hand at him, closing the bathroom door behind you, scurrying off to your bedroom to see if you had any clothes he could wear that weren’t absolutely filthy.

You heard the shower water running in the bathroom. Nodding to yourself as you rummaged through your closet, thankful for your stupid ex. He had left some clothes at your place the last time he stayed for a visit.

They were a little too big, but that was fine, you didn’t need them to be a perfect fit, just something for this gross creature to change into.

“Clothes are outside the door.”

You knocked on the bathroom door, padding down the hall to the kitchen. A nice cup of tea sounds good right now, besides, you had a lot to teach this dude before you let him leave your house.

Maybe you’d just have to keep him. He is pretty cute, when he doesn’t look like he just actively crawled out of a grave.

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