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Moonlight is covering the sidewalk, the sound of trees rustling and fast footsteps can be heard around the apartment building.
Breaking into the tiny apartment nearby, you immediately turn around and watch the other man shut the door tightly before shutting the blinds as well.
''Fuck..! What the hell..!'' You shout with anguish in your voice, catching your breath desperately and wondering if it's safe in here. Hoping that whatever the hell was out there will stay out there.
''Shhh, calm the fuck down..! He won't get in.'' The other man in the room replies, obviously more calm and collected than you. He almost seems like he knows what he's doing.
''HE? What, have you done this before or something?!'' You reply, more of whisper-yelling now. You watch as the other man keeps watch by the windows for a few seconds, before he walks over to the bed, sitting down next to you.
''You could say we're... Colleagues. Sucks when your old boss won't leave you alone when you move onto your new job, right?'' The man next to you replies.
He's only wearing a t-shirt, he's well built, on the shorter side and a little.. dirty? You haven't been able to get a good look at him until now, but he's pretty... handsome.
''What..? Ugh, whatever. That.. thing was fucking terrifying... Am I even getting home tonight? Did we just steal someones apartment?'' Your mind is running with worries and wonders, what did you just see out there?
You were just walking home through the park, and suddenly this guy basically shoves you along with him, telling you to run for your fucking life. You turned around to see.. something. Something that looked like a walking tree, basically. Huge and terrifying, and fast. Now the both of you are stuck in here.
''I wouldn't count on getting home tonight, no. Yes, we probably just stole someones apartment, big deal. Looots of places to sleep around here, not like we really had a choice.'' The other man replies, standing up and walking towards the kitchen area of the very small apartment. You watch him while being bewildered at the fact that he can even think of food at a time like this.
To your horror, the other man pulls a huge combat knife out of a holster on his pants. You did not see that earlier.
Fuck, so this is how you go, huh. The thing chasing you must've just been a trick to get you to run along with him. All you can do is sit on the bed, staring at him with a defeated expression as he begins walking towards you.
''Ohh, this old thing? I keep it on me for self defense! I'm not gonna kill ya, wipe that look off your fucking face. The thing out there will, however, kill you painfully and slowly. Very, very slowly.'' The other man comments when he sees the despaired state that you're in. He sits down on the bed next to you once again.
''Seriously, a knife that size? What did my morning coffee get laced with today? This can't be a real situation.'' You mutter, not knowing what to think and hoping this is just a bizarre dream.
''Oh it's real, darling. As real as it gets!'' The man next to you comments, smiling to himself. You get an odd vibe from him, he isn't doing anything inherently bad but he doesn't really seem like a 'real' person. Nothing seems real right now.
''You could've died about five minutes ago, be a little jolly. Infact, I even saved you!'' He continues, smirking to himself as he wraps an arm around your shoulder. You can't help but chuckle a little in response, he isn't lying.
''I can still die five minutes from now though.'' You reply, smiling at him as he rolls his eyes at the comment.
''You sound like you want me to kill you at this point. Save you from the guy outside just to kill you in here? Yeah, right. I'm not that fucking stupid.'' He replies, still smiling as he wipes off the large blade.
''No thanks, and thanks for saving me. Really. Since we'll be spending the night here we might as well get on good terms. What's your name?'' You ask, sighing and trying your best to relax onto the bed. This whole situation is a mess. You're thankful that you live alone, it's not like someones gonna report you missing for one night away. Gotta live a little, right..?
''I thought we already were on good terms, hm? We escaped the sweet embrace of death together, means we're buddies now! Good ol buddies.. You can call me Habit.'' He replies, looking over his shoulder at your body that's splayed across the fairly small bed. He smirks to himself before looking back at his knife. You definately caught him staring a little too much.
''Habit? Alright.'' You couldn't really be bothered about the obscurity of his name, considering the situation. Honestly, this might all just be a weird dream.
''Well this is romantic isn't it? All alone in this big apartment. Scary guy outside trying to capture us.'' Habit continues, smirking to himself as he puts the combat knife on the bedside table, probably to try and show he really doesn't mean any ill intent.
''Oh shut up..'' You smile from the silly comment. He's doing a good job trying to lighten the mood atleast. Besides, he is really.. handsome. You catch yourself staring at his smirk every now and then.
Sitting back up again on the bed, you slowly stand up from it, legs shaky and weak from the adrenaline rush you went through. As you begin to start walking, Habit grabs your wrist firmly, causing you to stop.
''Where do you think you're going..?'' Habit replies in a deeper, more growly voice than before. You look over your shoulder at his face, he's smiling wide and looking incredibly devious. Maybe a little too devious. You yank your arm out of his grip and roll your eyes.
''The bathroom. Am I allowed to do that?'' You reply, smirking as you continue walking. The feeling of his firm hand covering your wrist sends an insane feeling through your body and mind.
''Fine. Don't open the window for Slenderman.'' Habit replies, grunting as he also stands up from the bed, stretching out his back. You catch a glimpse of his biceps during his stretch before you enter the bathroom, damn.
You find out that it takes a while to pee after being scared like that, your body tense and stiff. At last you can relieve yourself, wash your hands and exit the bathroom again. You walk over to the bed, not seeing Habit in your view of sight which makes you call out for him. You get interrupted as fast as you open your mouth, by a finger running down your spine. The feeling makes you shiver in a good way, a wave of energy running through you. The nail on the finger feels suspiciously sharp, maybe he just has long nails..? It's reeally sharp. The feeling makes you squirm slightly against the bed, putting both of your hands on it, which makes you down over it.
''Already bending over for me? That was quick.'' Habit responds, his freakishly long nails dragging over your hips, under your shirt and to the front of your abdomen. Looking down, you instantly feel a rush of adrenaline once again. His ''nails'' are black, a gradient of purple covering his fingers and hands. Those are definately not regular, human hands.
''Fuck.. I knew it. I'm dreaming.'' You sigh, although letting him continue exploring your torso with his hands. Honestly, you can't help but get excited instead of scared. This is really intruiging, somehow. Your entire skin is tingling as he creeps under your shirt, claws exploring your skin and bones, scars and turns. Out of instinct, you spread your legs.
''Well that's rude.. I'm as real as can be! Can't you feel me..?'' Habit anwsers as he pushes you down face first on the bed, grabbing both your arms with just one of his firm and now freakishly large hands. He lifts your arms above your head, pinning you down by the wrists against the soft bedding. His claws dig slightly into your skin, making you bite your lip in anticipation. You spread your legs further, inviting him in between them which makes your baggy pants suddenly feel alot tighter than usual. Habit wastes no time grinding down against you, which makes you relax completely as you allow him to take control.
''You're already melting underneath me, so it must be a good dream you're having.'' He mutters, voice low and distorted as he continues straddling you. He's obviously hiding alot of muscle underneath his clothes, he's intensely strong and firm but not in a way that hurts you. He knows what he's doing and how to do it.
You feel him leaning down right next to the side of your face, his nose nuzzling your neck and teeth dragging along your shoulder.
''Mmph.. I could just about devour you right here. That chase got you high as a kite! You're just dripping with adrenaline.'' He continues, a freakishly long tongue running up and down your neck and shoulder. The wet, warm feeling makes you shiver and blush hard, thankful that you're facing the bed.
''Uh-huh.. You smell my adrenaline? That's not very human.'' You reply, muttering as you try not to sound too whiny as his grinds become rougher between your legs. His hand is still firmly keeping your wrists in place above your head. This is a damn weird wet dream.
Habit just chuckles at your comment, his long hands starting to tug at the waistband of your pants and boxers. You whine into the sheets below your face, raising your ass in the air slightly as he pulls your pants down ever so slightly.
Feeling him let go off your wrists and start to move himself down towards your waist, your heart races and your mind fogs. It's your dream, so why would he care what you look like? Don't be silly.
You hide your face as you feel him dragging his long tongue on the insides of your thighs, pulling your pants down to your knees as only your boxers are left on for now.
''You are fucking SOAKED, heh. No wonder you smell like adrenaline.'' He comments, tugging down your boxers to right below your ass. ''Well, isn't this a feast!'' Almost immediately, his freakishly long, twisted tongue begins lapping you up.
''Fuuuck...!'' You whine, head spinning as he goes deeper and deeper every second. His tongue doesn't miss your tdick either, swirling around it just right. You might cum way too fast if he keeps this up. Your thighs are starting to drip with the mixture of his drool and your own fluids. Your eyes are watering slightly from the pleasure, legs lifting and squirming as Habit seems to be on a mission to lick you dry.
He keeps going, teasing you and learning exactly how your body works. Honestly, he might be edging you a little on purpose. After a few minutes of the best oral you've ever had, Habit pulls away and gets back up on the bed. He crawls over to kneel infront of you, grabbing your face to make sure you look at him.
''Well that got me hornier than a goddamn rabbit in spring! My turn, heheh.'' He comments, rubbing the bulge in his pants before unzipping them and taking himself out of his clothes. He's still keeping a hand on your jaw, making sure your eyes are fixated on his dick. You honestly couldn't focus on anything either if you tried, anyways. He's got you whipped now.
''Open wide.'' He commands while stroking his impressive, and also not normal, length. It has the same purple gradient as his hands, and it's honestly huge. A pretty bizarre shape as well, nothing you've ever seen before. You like this wet dream.
You immediately open wide, letting him slide into your mouth which is proven to be a challenge. He sighs as he rubs against your tongue, growling and muttering to himself. His face has gotten alot darker, shadowed by the hat he's wearing. His eyes are also changed, as they have a wild look to them now. You try your best to relax and make as much of him fit in your mouth, moaning around him.
''How's it goin' down there? Seems like you're having some difficulties..'' He growls, smiling wide as he looks down at your dazed expression. He continues trying to fuck your throat as much as possible, and you continue trying to relax it for him. He manages to get pretty far, which is partly from you ignoring the fact that you need to breathe.
''Feels nice, but our sizes aren't really compatible. Sorry 'bout that, sweetheart. Let me try something else.'' The other man comments as he pulls out of your mouth, realizing he's probably gonna suffocate you if he continues. He wipes the drool from around your mouth as he positions himself behind your ass once again.
''Uh-huh.. It's not like you're average sized..'' You mutter, smiling to yourself as you feel him hoisting you up by the hips. The feeling makes you squirm against the sheets once again, feeling his cock pressing against you.
''Hehe. Thanks for the compliment.'' He replies, grabbing a hold of himself before guiding himself into you slowly. The feeling makes your eyes water immediately, your breath caught in your throat. He's fucking huge, making your body adjust to him slowly.
''Fuck..! A-ah, ow.. fuck..'' You whimper, but trying your best to keep in place for him. It hurts so good, the feeling of him rubbing you and making himself fit. It's honestly a little overwhelming, and you can feel yourself leaking some kind of fluid as he gets about halfway into you. The amount of slick liquid inside you thankfully helps alot with getting him inside.
''Mh, you're a real sensitive one. Keep that up, I like it when they whine.'' Habit comments in a low voice, and you feel his hand starting to rub your tdick gently. You melt in his hands, allowing him to slide in fully.
''Ah-ah, I'm so fucking full.. Don't press me too hard..'' You pant, body shaking as you lay there, practically impaled on him. He begins rocking back and forth, starting of slow but setting a mediocre tempo. He continues rubbing you off, and the liquids keep flowing onto his hand. Your legs shake and your voice trembles, biting the bedsheets.
The way you give yourself over to Habit has him feeling intense, more than in the last couple of years. He smiles wide to himself as he gets a bit more intense, thrusting in and out of you with more vigor, his hips hitting the back of your thighs with a slap. The feeling makes you yelp with each thrust, he's hitting every possible spot inside of you while working your dick with his firm hand.
''That's niiice, dear.. Just lay back and let me get us off, heh. I need to fill you the fuck up..'' Habit grunts, huffing and growling as he gets faster and harder with each stroke at this point. You feel tears filling your eyes out of the overwhelming pleasure, and your breath amplifying as you get closer your release. The thought of him coming inside of you gets you harder faster than it should, your hips shaking out of anticipation and pleasure.
''A-ah..! Keep fucking me, I'm almost there Habit..'' You mumble, eyes fluttering and voice barely working as you feel your face get shoved into the bed by a hand on the back of your head. Habit gets one of his legs up in order to maintain a better position, able to get even deeper into you.
''Yeah, go ahead and cum for me. I wanna feel ya squeezing around me. Always the best part, hehe.'' He growls, keeping you pinned down as he keeps delivering hard thrusts and rubbing you off.
The comment is way too much, sending you over the edge. Your mind spins and blacks out as you shake violently, your body trying to handle your orgasm while Habit is controlling it. The feeling is undescribable, and Habit seems to be enjoying it to the fullest. You pant and twist as you feel him continue to pound into you as deep as possible.
''Mhhhh.. Fuck..'' Habit grunts above you, and you realize he wasn't joking about filling you up. You choke on your own breath as he pushes in all the way, growling as you actually feel him filling you up. You're still recovering from your own orgasm, but the feeling of being bred by him makes you shake and whine once again.
''Theere we go.. you've been marked, heh.'' Habit comments, panting as he pulls out of you slowly. You can feel his load painting you as you collapse onto the bed when he lets go off your hips. Not even his releases are normal size, it almost seems neverending as it keeps leaking out of you.
''Goddamn.. ah..'' You pant as you wonder why you haven't woken up from this dream yet. Your thoughts are quickly interrupted by Habit roughing your hair with his hand. He suddenly feels more.. normal. You can't feel those long, absurd claws.
''Good job.'' The other man comments as he lays down on the bed next to you, smiling wide as he relishes in the satisfying feeling.
''Thanks, I guess.. You too.'' You reply, turning your head slightly to smile at him. You're drained in multiple ways now, making your eyelids feel heavy. You're slowly drifting away next to the other man who doesn't seem to have any plans on sleeping.
''Well, goodnight I guess. See ya around.'' Habit mumbles, pulling his hat down over his face to cast a shadow over his eyes. Maybe that's just how he rests? Either way, you continue succumbing to your tiredness.
Will you be in your own bed once you wake up in the morning?