Mayhabit

More Toby art.. there are specific drawing ideas I have for him atm so I wanna draw them all, get those out of the way then I can focus on other stuff again lol

HABIT MY LOVE 😭😭😭

og scene + extras (cause I couldn’t decide what filters I wanted over it)

" Awh, who's my chubby bunny? C'monnn speak up, can't hear you bun' "

pt.2 of this post

The atmosphere was awkward; Evan seemed confused by everything you told him—how you met Habit, why Habit didn’t eat or torture you, your relationship with Habit, and why the hell you two were in a relationship. It’s clear that Evan was disturbed by you, but at the same time, he understood why Habit had decided to let you live. You were incredible, intelligent, and you were Evan's type (and Habit’s, if he even has one).

But setting aside the compliments about you, Evan was more bewildered than usual and to him, you were crazy for being in love with a psychopath.

— So, you’re in a relationship with that damn demon? — Evan bit his lips until they were red and chafed ever since he heard your story about Habit.

— I think that’s the clearest and quickest way to describe it —

The brown-haired exhaled deeply.

— I find that funny — Evan said, looking at you as you played with your fingers.

— What? —

— In a way, you like me too. Mostly physically, but you like me anyway — he laughed, a flirty grin appearing on his face.

— Maybe you’re right —

Throughout the afternoon, you two managed to form a friendship; you connected over so many things—music, comics, pop culture, and even a little flirting. Evan was a good man and his personality made him even more attractive; maybe you liked Evan more than Habit.

Night fell, and you knew that once you both went to sleep, Habit would return.

— It makes me a little sad that you won’t be back for a while — you said so sweetly that Evan could only smile.

— I’m going to try to negotiate with that purple rabbit — he laughed. — You’ll see me tomorrow but with a different attitude —

— Your evil version — you laughed.

— Ultra-evil —

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When you woke up, you just felt arms hugging you tightly, your back pressed against the other person’s chest.

— Evan? — Your voice was hoarse, and you could barely open your eyes.

A chuckle, distinctive for its distortion—it was Habit.

— So you like Evan more huh? — His voice was hoarse too and tinged with mockery — I’ll consider bringing him around more in the future —

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✦’’~ Habit Headcannons: Your New Home [Fem!Reader x TrueForm!Habit]

"You can't leave..not when you're perfectly safe here with me."

Short summary: When you woke up to find yourself somewhere new, and somewhere looking nothing like home. The last thing you expected to also learn was that our "human" boyfriend had simple been playing house the whole time.

Warnings!!: Some smut stuff at the end, because I can't go without it. Especially not if hes in his true form 🤪🙏 *rubs hands together*

✦ ~-─ {.⊹ ✦ ⊹.} ─-~ ✦

“you want me to hug you?” habit asked, staring at you like you’d lost your mind.

you tilted your head, eyes still teary and your hands bunched in the cuffs of the hoodie you wore. you’d had one of the worst days of your life, and all you wanted was to be held.

“you always hug me,” your voice cracked a little, a fabric-hidden fist lifting to wipe at freshly fallen tears, “do you hate me now? am i too clingy?”

habit slowly, very slowly, pointed at the body slung over his shoulder, “sorry, is there not a fuckin’ guy on my shoulder right now? you want me to group hug with my dinner, sweets?” your reddened eyes scanned the body, a wave of sadness making your shoulders droop.

then, he saw the gears clicking in your head.

“don’t you dare,” he spat, “don’t you fucking do it.”

“please?” your eyes, watery and utterly devastated, met his. the body fell to the ground with an unceremonious thud, and you were grabbed. habit’s teeth sunk into the covered area of your shoulder, grumbling in disdain as he held you.

“just can’t say no to you. pitiful pathetic thing,” he groaned, pulling away. he ignored the minimal blood and grime that had smeared against the front of the garment. his hand reached up, fingers digging into your cheeks and gently shaking your head, “only person in the damn world who pisses me off like this.”

you smiled cutely, and a deep purple hue passed through his irises. habit’s gaze dropped to the ground, boot pushing against the body, “guess i’ll starve. y’need me too much to let me eat, huh?”

he noticed the way you almost curled in on yourself in shame, eyes averting to the floor. “so sensitive today, sweetheart,” he muttered, bending slightly to pick you up. you blinked and the body was gone, and you assumed it was now in his basement—where he would later reconvene.

“how bad a’day was it?”

“the worst,” you whispered as he plopped on the couch. he kept you in his lap, letting you nuzzle up to him. as a result of your hands gently tracing the lines of his palms, habit internally cursed when his chest began to unwillingly rumble with purrs.

he was starving, but he, and he will never tell you this, preferred to cradle you like this over anything else. it inflated his ego majorly, your need to seek him out after a bad day only proving that you do need him.

and he supposed it was nice to be needed.

“love you,” you sleepily mumbled, stifling a giggle when habit heavily sighed.

“you’re a fuckin’ handful.”

he wouldn’t have it any other way.

but don’t tell him that, he hasn’t accepted it yet.