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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ intro post !
𑣲 we are a DID system ! this blog is the host, cassidy !
۶ৎ she/her
𑣲 we have bpd, autism, and anxiety
۶ৎ mostly an nsft account
𑣲 asks are welcome !!
۶ৎ i love my boyfriend @s3ventr1als <33
tags :
⸝⸝ #🎀cass squeaks
⸝⸝ #🦴cass reposts
⸝⸝ #💜about bitty
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
“stay fucking still, bunny.” habit muttered under his breath, an arm wrapped around your waist.
you whined, a little breathless, legs shaking over his own as you pressed back against his chest. your eyes were unfocused and glassy as your hips twitched, trying to meet his movement.
habit had two fingers buried in your cunt while he was sucking deep purple bruises on your neck. wet noises mixed with your moans filled the bedroom.
the tip of his fingers hit that sweet little spot that made your eyes roll and your jaw drop. small chants of ‘please, please, please’ left your mouth, orgasm so close that you could almost taste it.
until he stopped.
his fingers left your cunt with an embarrassing pop! you whined, shaking your head. he’s been doing this to you for the past hour; fucking you with his fingers, bringing you to the edge and denying it to you over and over.
“you’re so mean,” you whimpered, voice laced with desperation and frustration as your legs shook.
he laughed quietly against your ear, “huh uh. am i?”
he kept his arm wrapped around your waist as his free hand moved behind him. your unfocused eyes widened at the sight of a big knife. by the look of it, and considering his sick mind, it could probably be a machete.
you bit your bottom lip as you pressed the back of your head to his chest while he tapped the blade of his knife against your mouth.
“open,” he mockingly cooed, “give your new friend a lil kiss.”
you pressed your mouth against the blade before parting your lips, letting your tongue lick a long stripe from the handle to the tip of the knife.
“good girl.” he praised, amused.
you glanced down as he dragged the blade from your mouth all the way down your body.
“now,” he said, “i know it’s gonna be real hard for your little brain to understand, but you gotta stay still or i’ll end up cutting your cunt. that’d be a real shame. got it?”
you nodded, already dazed.
he pressed the knife against your wet pussy, letting you feel the cool blade before turning it around in his hand. with little effort, he pushed the handle past your folds and into your hole, making you mewl in pleasure. your eyes rolled back at the new sensation as your thighs tensed up.
“bet your pussy’s squeezing the shit out of it.” he mocked, “like a slut.”
he thrusted the handle back and forth at a fast pace, not letting your brain catch up with the fact that you were getting fucked with a knife, and that he wasn’t stopping.
your moans were embarrassingly loud and so desperate that it would have made you feel mortified if you were lucid enough.
habit kept watching you with the same curiosity a cat would have to an aware mouse; eyes tracking your every move, your every micro expression.
being denied for so long made the orgasm come faster than you expected, and it was so intense that you stopped breathing.
your cunt squeezed and throbbed around the handle, habit’s hand held the blade so tightly that it cut his palm. he paid it little attention as he kept staring at you.
only when you stopped sobbing and trashing did he take the handle out of you.
he brought his bloody hand to your face, smearing all the blood around your face before pressing his palm against your mouth, and you dizzily lapped at the cut.
with his other hand, he brought the soaked handle to his lips, taking it in his mouth as he sucked it clean.
“atta girl.”
“you’re actually so mean.” you grumbled sleepily, eyes half lidded.
he hummed against your ear, “the meanest.”
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
a/n: welp. have it
habit enjoys biting you. maybe this is because of his slight cannibalistic tendencies, but it’s not like he’ll actually eat you, right? he likes sinking his teeth into you and licking up the small spots of red that form after. you just taste so good!
a/n: quick bitty headcanon cus i love him so much. div by me c:
Graphic design is my passion
posts with fake songs i can imagine so perfectly it’s like they were real
intox !!
Mommy using me while i'm all drunk, sleepy and dazed. Pinching my nipples because i'm too drunk to do anything about it. "mommy? what're you doing?"
"go back to sleep sweetheart, mommy's just having some fun"
Thinking about a mommy that will make me get myself off on my stuffed animal infront of her
"such a naughty little thing, can't help but hump anything in sight, keep going baby you look so desperate"
I miss big daddy warbucks icl (Habit)
He’s such an asshole and he always brings up random limbs to show you, telling you they’re “props.” (Throw back to my headcanons with him)
He’s also an ankle biter.
He’ll crawl between your thighs, pretending like he’s trying something cute- just to throw your legs onto his shoulders. He’s holding your calf with one hand and keeping your thigh in place with the other.
Habit will straight up sink his teeth into your ankle. Hard enough for it to genuinely bruise, his canines digging into bone.
It’s not severe to the point of injury, but you’ll wince trying to roll the joint the next day.
You’re pouting for the entire weekend after, and he’s taking advantage of your neediness. If you ask him to ice it, he will. Only if he gets to “play” with you after, though. He’ll kiss it better, too.
It’s just that his version of kissing it better includes biting in other places. All over your inner thighs, your stomach, hips and chest- you’re covered completely in bite marks. You’re sore nearly everywhere, and he’s cooing while tracing over the uneven bruises.
He thinks it’s fun watching you hiccup, and it scratches an itch. Satiates the part of him that wants to consume you.
His problem is that seeing the little indents makes him hungry. Which means he wants to bite you even more. It’s this constant urge to mark his “territory.” He likes being able to feel the effect he has on you.
Habit doesn’t hold marriage or vows close the way humans do, and his way of showing commitment is physical proof.
Nobody on earth has been on the receiving end of his teeth and lived- nobody but you.
The marks work as rings. The bruises mean you’re something he wants to keep. He doesn’t get into street fights for fun, he maims to fulfill his appetite. Tiny scrapes aren’t satisfying, a bloody nose isn’t a win in his book. He needs slit open throats and spilt organs.
The bites he leaves on you are a choice, a test to his own devotion. He’ll even let you bite him back. He’ll shove his fingers into your mouth, hips snapping forward as he tells you to gnaw on him if he’s being too mean. Tit for tat, that stuff.
You’re literally his favorite bunny. He has to be at least a little fair, right?
second part of this.
cw: stalking, habit and reader are both their own warnings, smut. fem!reader for this one.
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
after watching the recording, you hesitated to go back to him. first thing first; you weren’t a monster. guilt was eating you alive for doing this to someone! but you just loved him so much, and he didn’t seem to mind.
so it was fine, right?
secondly, he intimidated you. you guessed he wasn’t exactly normal, nor human, for that matter. stalking him so much made you see some things about him.
but, against logic and your better judgment, you went back to his house. breaking in was easy and you navigated through his house with quiet confidence, already knowing where to go.
when you reached his bedroom, the door was wide open. as if he knew. as if he’d been waiting for you to come back. a mocking joke to your predicament.
you walked in, and he was in bed, asleep. or at least, he seemed asleep. he seemed asleep even last time, although he was wide awake.
you strolled towards his bed in silence and stopped right in front if him, looking down. in the back of your head, you were sure he was awake.
your eyes moved to the prominent bulge in his boxers. you could see a faint throb and it seemed like he was inviting you.
almost absentmindedly, you turned your head to him.
he was staring right at you.
your breath hitched and your mouth parted, as if to say something—anything, really. anything that could help you in this situation.
his hand moved faster than your voice did, and his fingers wrapped around your wrist, tugging you down. you squealed, landing sideways on top of him.
“you slut,” he laughed, “you actually came back. ain’t you full of yourself.”
your face was pressed against the mattress, lying tummy down on his lap as your legs weakly kicked.
his hand grabbed both of yours, and he kept them behind your back, while his free hand groped your ass. his fingers squeezed the plush flesh before landing a loud smack! that echoed in the bedroom.
you whined because you couldn’t do much more than this. and also, because you were fucking soaked.
“beg you’re wet,” he said, “hope you didn’t like your pants.”
before you could ask what he meant, his fingers grabbed the fabric and teared it, creating a big hole between your legs. you gasped, eyes wide.
his fingers shamelessly pressed against your cunt through your panties, and he groaned, “knew it. you’re soaked, bunny.”
your eyes were half lidded and glassy as you let out small whimpers and whines, pushing your hips back against his hand.
habit, being the cruel thing he is, toyed with the hem of your panties, tugging at the fabric before letting it snap back against you and then moving his hand away.
“now, what should i do with you?” he seemed to ponder, forearms resting on your ass as if you were an armrest. he drummed his fingers.
he hummed lightly before tapping your ass, “get up.”
he tugged you off of him and you stood back up on shaky legs and ruined jeans. he looked at you, tilting his head in contempt.
“why would a pretty thing like you stalk me?” he asked, a grin forming on his face.
you gulped down, voice shaky as you answered, “because i like you.”
his grin stretched further as he slowly tilted his head, “awh, you do? you like me? you love me soo much?” he mocked you, mimicking your shaky voice.
you nodded silently.
“and you’d do anything for me, right? because if the answer is no, then i don’t think you love me as much as you say you do.” he frowned deeply, even though his eyes gleamed.
you shook your head, “no, i—i like you. i’d do anything for you.”
he thought you sounded pathetic. no backbone, no snappy come back. just a meek, pathetic girl with a crush and too much free time on her hands. and maybe some unsolved trauma.
he could work with that. and most importantly, you weren’t too ugly. if anything, you were pretty. so that was a win for him.
“yeah, i bet you do.” he said.
he grabbed you again, and this time he shoved you onto the bed, straddling you. you looked at him with wide eyes as he wrapped his hand around your throat.
“look at you, doe eyes and shaky breaths. you’re a sight for sore eyes.” he laughed quietly, breath fanning over your mouth.
without any shame, he smashed his mouth against yours in a messy kiss; it was fast paced and full of tongue, teeth knocking together.
you were as shameless as him with the way you wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing him closer to you. you gave it your all, mouth following his and kissing back until you were out of breath.
your legs wrapped around his waist and you could feel his bulge press against your cunt. he grunted into the kiss, eyes closed.
while kissing, and actively choking you out, his free hand moved to his boxers, pushing them down to his mid thighs.
his cock slapped against his stomach, thick and big, before he wrapped his hand around it, giving it a hard stroke.
“if you’d do anything to me, then i assume you’ll let me fuck you raw, right?” he mumbled against your mouth between kisses, “and without prep, too. sorry bunny, but i’m real pent up.”
you tried talking. really, you tried. but the second you found your voice, he pressed his tip against your entrance and thrusted inside.
the pain was mind numbing and your eyes rolled back, jaw dropping. he growled low against your mouth before kissing again.
you couldn’t kiss back this time. your mouth stayed open as he fed you his tongue while thrusting deeper.
and deeper, and deeper, until his tip snuggled against your cervix. your head was throbbing as your cunt squeezed his cock so much he could hardly move.
“such a slut and yet still so tight,” he grunted, “gonna fuck you to death, honey. gonna fuck you over and over until you regret picking me.”
his hips pushed back until only the tip was out and then pushed back in, setting a mean pace. you could hardly hear yourself over the beating of your own heart in your ears.
it hurt so much that it felt good. it felt heavenly, everything you ever wanted and more. you clung to him with your hands, legs spread open around his waist as he fucked into you.
you were mumbling pleads and chants of his name—small and weak chants of ‘habit, habit, habit—‘ were coming ouf of your mouth, interrupted by whines and moans when he hit the spot.
“yeah, that’s it.” he grunted.
he angled his hips just right and hooked your legs over his shoulders, locking you in a mating press.
“you’re so lucky i didn’t kill you the first time you followed me home,” he teased, “i was so close, yknow that?”
he hit your cervix over and over, pain spreading everywhere in your body that it made you sob.
“please—“
“please, what? please go faster? please more? please harder? please habit knock me up!” he mimicked your voice, eyebrows knotted and eyes half lidded.
you weren’t sure if he was also mocking your face or if he was genuine.
“gonna knock you up for sure.” he muttered to himself, “gonna keep you right here with me. my good slut, huh?”
you dumbly nodded, eyes half lidded and tears streaming down your face. he licked a long stripe from your chin to your cheekbone, collecting your tears on his tongue.
his pelvis was bumping and grinding against your clit and it made your breath hitch, orgasm approaching fast.
“gonna—i’m—“ you whined, “can i cum?”
he laughed, a bit breathless before pressing his face in the crook of your neck, “don’t disappoint me. go ahead.”
when you came, it was so mind shattering that you were sure you passed out for a few seconds. your cunt throbbed hard around his cock, squeezing him and trying to suck him deeper.
he grunted as his rhythm grew sloppy. the second he came inside you, his teeth sank in the flesh of your neck. holding you still.
you whined, eyes squeezing shut at the pain, although your arms tightened around him.
you both breathed hard and you gulped when you felt him harden inside you.
“i did tell you that i’d make you regret choosing me, didnt i?”
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
a/n: welp. enjoy this I HATE IT highkey
mommy kissing my face and telling me everything is ok while daddy pins my legs open and pumps his seed into me 🩵
daddy shushing me as he lays in my bed and tugs down my hello kitty pajama pants, rubbing me through my matching panties. i sleepily try to fight him off but he’s so much stronger than me, he just laughs at my attempts to get free. he encourages me to scream and sob as loud as i can, telling me it’ll get him off faster. i hate to give him the satisfaction of it, but i can’t help but scream into the pillow when his cock pushes inside my virgin pussy. he tells me how much cum hes going to pump inside me, how he won’t stop until it’s leaking down my thighs. all the whole, mommy is in their shared room fucking herself to my sobbing and broken pleas.
(dm for menu)
i’m sorry but i need to have sex. i need to feel a cock throbbing deep inside me while i ride it desperately or get pounded as hard as possible. i need to clench helplessly around something pulsing inside me and feel it rub against my walls with every thrust until i’m shaking.
reader… stalking habit guys PLEASE
thank you.
cw: stalking, gn!reader (let me know if i missed anything), reader is weird and toxic, habit is even more toxic, cnc + somno? (reader touches him in his sleep but doesn’t know habit is awake), handjob, blowjob, recording.
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
habit had no idea what to expect from this. he obviously knew you were stalking him. you can’t expect to outsmart a stalker, nor a demon like him.
but you were a pretty thing, and he was bored, and so he let you tag along.
he kind of liked how weird you were. he knew you started stalking him when you met him for the first time outside of a cafe. you almost bumped into him, and when you apologised, he just grinned at you and walked off.
you were easy. and stupid. and also completely insane since you quickly decided to obsess over him.
he knew you had followed him home that day. he could hear how loud your heartbeat was, and you weren’t the best stalker out there, since you kept stepping on twigs.
not to mention how loud you breathed; small puffs of air gave you away after ten minutes, and he pondered to just grab you and eat you, because he was a lil hungry, but he decided not to.
he’s always been the stalker, he wanted to know how it felt like to be the one being stalked.
so he let it happen. again, and again. until one month passed. and one month became two months.
three months in, to his surprise and amusement, you started getting bolder.
you actually sneaked into his house at night. you walked slowly, almost bumping into things and forniture as you tried to map out his house and find his bedroom.
obviously, he was there. and wide awake. not that he needed to sleep, but he knew you’d get sad if you got caught, so he played along.
he got into bed, no shirt and black boxers, and pretended to be asleep on his back.
he had to get in character as he heard the door open. your quiet steps almost seemed to echo in the silence of his room.
he peeked an eye open and watched you as you looked around. touched his things without shame, as if they belonged to you.
the corner of his mouth twitched in an amused smile as you stole a pair of his boxers, putting the piece of clothing in your bag.
his eye closed as you turned to him, as if you felt him watching you. you walked to his bed and stood right next to him, looking down at his body.
he pretended to be asleep, and he could feel your gaze stare right through him.
he hoped that you’d get bolder than this. in fact, you brought your hand to his face as you let your fingers trace his bottom lip before bringing it down his chin and chest, feeling the bare skin under your fingertips.
your hand descended until it stopped on his lower stomach—fingers grazing the warm skin, slightly under the waistband of his boxers.
he could hear your breath hitch.
he had a fucking slut in his hands, that was for sure. lucky for you, he was into it.
while pretending to sleep, he strategically changed position fast enough to jerk his hips up, making your hand come in contact with the half hard bulge beneath his boxers.
he couldn’t see you right now, but he could just picture your face; wide eyed, flushed, jaw dropped.
your hand froze, not moving away. you knew it was wrong, and weird, and that you were probably going to hell for this, but it was just so exciting and intoxicating and you wanted more.
your hand slowly wrapped around his bulge, feeling it throb despite fabric in between. you kept watching his face, hoping he wouldn’t wake up.
your free hand slowly pushed the hem of the boxers down enough to wrap around his cock, finally bare. you got down on your knees next to the bed, eyes staring at the scene unfolding.
he was just so… big. not only big, but thick. veins throbbing every few moments with pre already leaking out of the bright pink tip. you were mesmerised by the sight that you completely forgot to check on his face.
habit, at that point, had his eyes open as he stared at you. his hands were on the back of his head, completely at ease.
you both watched as your hand kept pumping him in a slow peace. not really habit’s style, but he figured you wouldn’t be stupid enough to go fast and risk waking him up.
your hand moved to his tip, wrist circling slowly as you jerked his tip. he bit back a groan as more pre leaked out of him.
he watched as your free hand moved to your bag and you took out a camera.
he almost laughed. you couldn’t be serious.
you actually were. you settled it on the bed next to you, so it could record your hand jerking him off while also giving you a view of him in the background.
you could tell he was getting closer from how much he throbbed. you couldn’t risk getting his cum everywhere, or he’ll get suspicious.
so, to habit’s personal satisfaction, you moved closer and parted your lips around his tip, sucking it into your mouth.
he couldn’t stop a low groan from escaping his mouth, but he played it off with a sleepy tone. he felt you moan quietly as you slowly and oh so gently sucked the tip while your hand jerked the rest of him.
when he came on your tongue, he came a lot. load after load painted your tongue and you swallowed it all.
you moved away, fixing his boxers before getting up.
he figured guilt was getting to you from how fast you grabbed your camera and bolted out of his room.
although, when you rewatched the recording, you were able to see how his eyes were open, staring back at you with the same smile he gave you the first day.
and you surely didn’t miss the part where he mouthed a small “slut” at you!
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
stalker!reader. toxic!reader. weird!reader. my beloved.
i think it’s sorta sweet to be introduced as someone’s girl. there’s a certain pride to it that i wanna experience
hello rabbit nation. (????) its me..... <3 ur favorite rabbit (i hope. girl idk) with more uh. thoughts (and prayers. i need them...)
TWs!!: blood mention, biting, habit..., pet play, cum inside...thats it...!!!
nsfw under the cut as always...!!!
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now u gotta hold onto me for a moment. we gotta go through this together ok? ok.
pet play with habit.....BUT hes the pet. WALK WITH ME. hes a pet in the way a stray/rabid dog u feed sometimes is a pet. hes ur dog...ur silly little puppy...even though the last thing he is is a puppy.
he isnt even a good pet honestly, sure he might wear the collar and leash, but even as u pull on it hes not listening whatsoever. stubborn mutt...!!! just looking at u like hes entertained by u trying to "tame" him. even when ur supposed to be the one giving him orders, it always seems to go a different way :(
him buying me a plushie to hold onto while he pounds into me
Purple colored Habit gifs (pt. 2)
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