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That mirror world was a strange, twisted mess, with constantly ever changing walls, rooms, and threats.
This world was ever changing, evolving, fast paced, but safer. This world had no idea of the horrors you’d witnessed, or just what you’d brought back with you from such a place. They’d never need to know.
Earth was always chaotic, and you lived in a big city, so of course it was even more so chaotic. You’d chosen to make it your home permanently, though sometimes you still thought of leaving, as if it was a compulsion. It wasn’t as though you necessarily missed the world you ended up in, but being back in the real world meant you had real problems again. That included working, making ends meet, preparing meals and eating them, and going back home. There was no longer any family in your life; whether on purpose or not.
You didn’t think you needed them anymore. Sometimes life was funny like that.
Returning home from a long day of work, the door slid shut behind you. It was silent beside the low mum of a television playing whatever program was on at the moment, and you smiled, taking your shoes off and setting your bag down. Within seconds, you heard the sounds of thudding, a small giggle, and there he was.
“Crawly,” You said, the nickname you’d given him affectionately after a while of you living together, as he reached up and held his arms out. You bent down, and were immediately taken into a tight embrace. If he had a tail, it would be wagging.
“Home To Me!” He said, and you sighed happily, relaxing in his embrace.
That’s right. Of all the things to bring home from a horrific and terrifying world you fell into, this man was who you chose. He was kind and affectionate, and had trailed behind you, taking care of you most of the time you were there. His long, black hair was no longer as messy or matted as it had been there, his clothes still baggy as he seemed to prefer it, but he lived a pampered life in your care. He was your boyfriend, of sorts, having confessed to you, and he’d recently decided he liked kissing quite a bit.
It also took you quite a bit of time to figure out what type of foods he enjoyed, but as you lived together, you slotted together quite well. It turned out he rather liked sweets, but he’d eat anything you’d give him.
You hadn’t taught him how to take a bath, but he learned that himself. Thanks to the internet.
At some point, after a year of him living on earth with you, he learned how to use a computer and television, and you often found him immersed in videos. He’d learned to type, seemingly learning your language over time. This meant that he was always doing new things that surprised you, like magically procuring flowers to gift you, cleaning the home, which befuddled you. How could he clean if he couldn’t stand? He seemed to think you wouldn’t notice or tell, but you did. There were other kinds of surprises, like him online shopping, but you did have to teach him the value of money and that it wasn’t free if he bought things with your money.
You did give him a credit card to buy whatever he wanted, with a limit, and told him how much he could spend every month. It was only fair.
So when you worked, he took care of most matters around the home, like the sweetest would-be husband imaginable. He still flustered you at times, but you haven’t been scared of him in a long time. It’s hard to be scared of someone you know will never hurt you. You sometimes felt guilty over how you treated him when you were in that world, but he never seems to mind.
In any case, as you withdrew from the hung and patted his head, him leaning into it with a smile, you decided to grab the bag you’d set down, pulling the takeout back out of it. “Takeout,” You said, and he beamed.
“Food!”
Sometimes, you wondered how he could see if he had no eyes. But like other things, nothing in that world made sense to begin with. It was simply a part of him that you accepted as who he was. Sitting down and eating at the table, he listened to you talk about your day, giving his input in small sentences or words. Your chest felt warm, like this.
Right. That was another thing. His tongue was ridiculously long.
Like his eyes, you figured it was just a part of his physiology. But if you were honest, it had both surprised and excited you, even if it brought some shame. He’d never pressed about sexual stuff, and you weren’t sure just how much he knew about it, so you never brought it up. It was just too embarrassing and you were too shy. He wasn’t shy about touching you anymore, so you weren’t desperately needing it, but times like these, when you watched his jaw unhinge slightly, tongue sliding out to get the last piece of rice from his plate, you felt a flash of heat go through you. You finished your dinner and excused yourself to bathe.
God, you were such a monsterfucker. Who could blame you? You had a hot boyfriend who happened to be similar to what you’d expect from a horror movie antagonist, but he was so sweet and kind to you, you couldn’t help but be in love with you. You sighed, realizing in your haste to get in the bath, you’d forgotten to grab soap from the counter. Having already washed your hair and body, it was just something to wash your face. It wasn’t necessary, but it was part of your routine. Standing up, water dripped from you, and you stepped out, only to realize you had taken the bath mat out of the bathroom to wash it, and forgot to put it back earlier. Your foot slid, and you gave a small scream of surprise, even as you managed to grab onto the towel holder, your grip still slipped, though this time you weren’t careening backwards.
Your body tilted abruptly and your arm slammed into the wall.
The door opened, and you felt hands grab you, picking you up.
“You Hurt?!”
You cracked your eyes open, blinking away tears from the pain. Mr. Crawling looked down at you, face contorted with worry, and you dazedly stared before blinking. “It.. it’s just gonna bruise. I’m okay,” You reassured, and he still looked at you with worry, before carrying you out of the bathroom. You dripped water all over, but he didn’t seem to care, setting you on your bed. You weren’t that soaked anymore, but you worriedly looked over your arm, as he did.
It was already starting to bruise. Just your luck. It was better than a concussion though, so nice save.
He looked worried still, “You okay?” He asked again, and you nodded this time. “Just a bruise. I’ll be fine, Crawly,” He seemed appeased by that, drawing back from where he’d been leaning over you, and that was when you realized abruptly. “Crawly, you can walk?”
He froze, as though caught, and immediately dropped to his knees. He looked nervous.
“Me Scare You?”
Oh.. that’s why he was crawling so much. No wonder. You shook your head. “Of course not. I trust you, Crawly, you don’t have to hide that just because of me. Stand up, it’s okay.”
He slowly stood up to full height, and you blinked. Oh, wow. He was taller than the doorway. Fuck. Your thighs clenched, and he saw the movement, looking down at you. This was also the moment you realized you were naked, and you blushed. This was so embarrassing, and you moved to grab a blanket.
But he moved faster, bending down to look at you, it seemed.
“You Not Scared? You Tense.” It seemed he thought that movement was you being scared, rather than the heat that was collecting between your legs at a rapid rate. Fuck. If you told him you were scared, you’d hurt him, and you being flustered was no excuse to hurt him. You shook your head no. “That’s.. I’m not scared, Crawly, it’s a different reaction,”
He loomed over you, a serious look on his face. You wondered, if he had eyes, where would he be looking right now? What was he focused on? Was he looking at your chest? Your face? Did he even care that you were naked?
“What You Feeling?” He had that look that he got when he wasn’t gonna let this go. His hand slid to your knee as he leaned over you, looking down at your face. His hair tickled your thighs, and you could smell his scent, the cold sensation of his skin having long since become familiar, but now it lit fireworks in you, arousal coiling. He was so close. He was touching your leg, too, hand sliding up your thigh a little even if he didn’t realize it.
You swallowed thickly, flushed, and your eyelashes fluttered as you squirmed a little.
“Ah.. um.. Arousal,”
He tilted his head, curiously. Then, he seemed to realize something. “Ah!” He exclaimed, rather excitedly.
“You Want Me?”
What had he been watching?! How did he know of this stuff?! A smile curled on his face, seemingly pleased, and you felt yourself breathe in sharply. But without even thinking further, you said, “Yes,” With that, he giggled, leaning in to kiss you. A sensation you’d grown used to, but as his hand that wasn’t on your leg slid to cup your cheek, the other hand sliding to your inner thigh, you felt so hot. This kiss was different than the sweet, affectionate ones you typically got.
His understanding of sex may mainly be from the shows of movies he’d watched, or maybe he researched a little too much about what couples and boyfriends do, but either way. As he licked into your mouth, long tongue curling against yours, you moaned. He seemed to chase the sound, leaning closer to you, until he was pushing you on your back and crawling atop you, kissing you just as hard. His hands moved to your waist and he slid you up the bed so you were more on it, giving him more room as he hovered above you.
You clenched your thighs together.
But the kiss was so intense, even as he drew moans and sounds from you, you pushed at his shoulders, panting when the kiss broke. His mouth was still open as your eyes fluttered open, his tongue licking his own lips, as though he tasted something delicious. You panted hard, and he tilted his head. “You Like?”
You couldn’t help but smile. Even during this, he was still so sweet. “Yes,” You encouraged. He slid back a little, looking down at your body.
“Want Me Touch?” He asked, gazing down at you. You nodded.
Of course you did.
He leaned down, mouth moving to one of your nipples, tongue sliding to curl around it. His other hand grasped your other nipple, rubbing over it. You gasped, back arching up into him. Why did it feel so good? You’d never tried messing with your chest before. You always focused on other parts of your body when you wanted to get off, but this felt pretty good, making you whine.
He spent a long time just licking over your skin, moving to the other nipple with his mouth, hand sliding to grope the one he’d just spent awhile sucking on. He bit, gently, as though testing, and you cried out, back arching. Fuck, you felt so good, and he was really doing well. Your hand moved to pet his head encouragingly, and he seemed pleased, whining as he sucked. Then he slid, biting and then sucking on a random part of your chest. When he drew back and saw it left a mark, he stared at it with curiosity.
“You Hurt?” Your eyes fluttered open. Ah, he gave you a hickey. You shook your head.
“F..felt good.” You encouraged. He beamed, leaning down to your neck to begin leaving marks all over. You groaned, unable to take it anymore, you hooked one of your legs around his knee and brought it to your aching cunt, grinding against it. This made you moan, and he paused, pulling back from your neck to look down at you.
He pressed his knee closer, and you gasped, biting your lip. “C..Crawly,” You managed out. “I.. I want you.. more.. can you..” You bit your lip again, before moving to slide up the bed a little, and spread your legs. Sliding your hand down, you spread your pussy open. Dripping wet. He blinked, curious. With that, he slid down, getting on his knees and pulling your hips to the edge of the bed, looking at you.
You shuddered at the feeling of his breath against your aching cunt. Your clit twitched, throbbing with need. You were so pent up, too, that you really needed this. His fingers moved to spread you open again, and he looked at you as if he were studying you. You were flustered, but whined. “Please..”
He seemed to consider something, before opening his mouth. His tongue flicked out, and he seemed to go for what he was curious about first, probably because he’d watched it throb in need; your clit. You gasped, hips twitching, as he licked at you. Then he seemed to pause, “Taste Good!” and he dove in, pressing his mouth to your clit and sucking. You saw stars, back arching upwards, hand moving to his hair, tugging gently. That seemed to make him whine. He licked at you, rolling his long tongue against your clit. You rocked your hips into his mouth slightly, and he began to follow the rhythm, almost encouraging you to continue. So you did, enjoying the sensations.
He sucked, licked, and whined against you, long tongue even pressing against your clit hard, in a maddening sensation.
You really didn’t last long, hips rocking into him as you began to gasp, louder moans and groans of his name leaving you, before your hips stuttered and you cried out, whole body tensing and arching upwards, rolling into him as you came. He kept going, even as you saw stars, and sucked you through the orgasm. You pushed at his head, overstimulated, and he pulled back. You’d have cum again just from his mouth alone.
Did he even.. have anything down there, now that you thought about it?
Before you could think about it, you felt him lick the juices that had spilled out of you, then pull away, licking over his own lips and chin, where your juices glistened on his skin.
So hot.
But something seemed…different.
He was panting, though he smiled, and he leaned over you. “Need you. Help.” He said, leaning over you to look at your face, and you felt something press in between your legs, even through your clothes. You gasped, looking down at his groin.
There it was, and even through his baggy clothing, you could see the outline of his cock, hard. Your heart pounded. But he whined, frowning and desperate, and you petted him. “Be patient..I’m not leaving anywhere,” You reassured. “I’ll do the best I can, but you.. ah.. you have to be careful, okay?” Judging just from the outline of it, you might need some serious time to adjust.
He nodded, leaning into your hand as you pet his head.
You swallowed, then moved. Tugging at his shirt, he obliged, lifting it up. Though he seemed skinny, he was rather fit, oddly enough. It actually surprised you, but his chest lacked any nipples, and there were some spots where he had bandages. Must be like his eyes, ever bleeding from his abdomen as well. You eyed the outline of his hard cock, before you tugged at the string to the waistband of his pants, and then pulled them loose. They fell without much effort, and you gasped.
His cock was huge. You felt your cunt clench just at the sight. It was curved slightly, and it almost seemed inhuman, but similar to what you’d seen of human cocks. Either way, it was pulsating with need, and you wrapped a hand around it. He flinched, shuddering as you stroked at it slowly, then he whined out. His hips bucked, and you breathed in, trying to keep yourself from going insane.
So hot..
He moaned when you continued stroking at him. It was a little hard to fully wrap your hand around it, but you swiped at the precum on his tip, using it to stroke him more comfortably. He seemed to shake, not used to the sensation, and buried his face in your neck, letting out soft noises against it.
You bit your lip, before spreading your legs, moving yourself up slightly, and pressing his cock to your entrance.
He whined.
You took a deep breath in, keeping yourself relaxed, as you slowly guided him inside. It was huge, pressing against every part of your hole, and you couldn’t help when you tightened around him every now and then. It did hurt, being so huge and entering you.. but you were also extremely wet, so it was helping. He was a shuddering mess against you, and you never thought you’d be so pleased to see him in so much pleasure.
“G-good boy,” You praised, and he moaned. He really liked it when you praised him, it seemed.
Taking him in even halfway was such a stretch that you paused to breathe. His cock was cold, too, a sensation you hadn’t been expecting.
It didn’t seem like he could wait anymore, though. He moved your hand away from in between you, and you were so overwhelmed by his cock already that you didn’t register it, until he was thrusting into you, pushing his cock all the way inside to the hilt.
You may have screamed. Either that, or cried out so loud it sounded like one. Your hands snapped to his back, scratching at the skin there, but it seemed he knew that you felt good, because you didn’t push him away at all. He bit onto your neck, hips rocking slightly into you, giving you no break. He rolled his hips, and if you’d looked down, maybe you’d see the slight bulge of his cock through your skin, but you didn’t care about anything else, moaning out desperately with each movement.
His cock pressed right against your G-spot, and you weren’t sure you’d last long. Even he was moaning against your skin, licking at your neck.
It felt like he was carving his existence into you, as he drew back his hips and snapped them back into you. You moaned, moving to pull him into another sloppy kiss, muffling both of your noises. You had definitely been drooling already, which would have been embarrassing, if you weren’t currently feeling like you were on another plane of existence.
He began to thrust in and out, hips stuttering as he figured out how to move. You kept your legs spread, enjoying the pounding and only managing to make loud noises into the kiss.
He suddenly sped up to an extremely fast pace, breaking the kiss to move back to your neck. Your back arched, and he held onto you, arms wrapped around your waist in a tight, possibly bruising grip, but you didn’t care.
All you cared about was the cock pistoning in and out of you. You brokenly moaned his name, picking up in pitch, as your orgasm began to build. You couldn’t help it, his cock driving into all the sensitive spots inside of you, fucking so deep into you, you were concerned he’d push into your cervix at this rate. But any thought couldn’t last in your head, going blank with pleasure. Sure, it hurt as he rammed into your cervix, but the sheer pleasure from his huge cock against every sensitive bundle of nerves inside you overtook any pain.
You came hard, with a loud, weak cry of pleasure, tightening around him in spasms as your body shook. But he kept going, making streams of noises against your skin, and you were fucked into a second orgasm, quickly losing track of time. Your voice was weakening, you were losing it for sure, but he suddenly thrust as deep as possible into you, and you felt a flood of cum inside you, making you moan.
He gave deep thrusts through his orgasm, groaning and collapsing against you after that. But he was still hard inside of you, and you couldn’t help but whimper.
“Too Much?” He asked, voice raspy, and you inhaled, panting as you tried to catch your breath.
You pushed against him, and he pulled out, your cum spilling out of you, he didn’t look disappointed, but he was still really hard. You bit your lip, feeling weak. You patted the bed next to you.
“Me.. me on top this time.” You said, sounding similar to him, but you couldn’t manage complex sentences at the moment. He beamed, moving to lay on the bed, and you rolled over. Your limbs felt like jelly, but with your adrenaline from arousal, you managed to keep moving. You climbed atop him, legs on either side of him, and moved your dripping cunt over his cock. His seed was still spilling out of you, but you sat on his cock, twitching.
This angle somehow made him go even deeper. He grunted, and you moved, laying your chest against his, and resting against him. “Go wild,” You said, and that was all he needed before he grabbed your hips, and began to piston up into you.
You helplessly moaned, enjoying it yet again. Your limbs were numb and your brain felt fuzzy, but by god, did it feel so good. His pace was brutal, every bit the monster he was, but you drooled and moaned lazily.
You didn’t know how much time passed as you gave weak moans, pants, and whines, as he fucked you hard, chasing his own pleasure. You came again somewhere during it, just weak shivers and spasms. Finally, you felt him thrust deep inside you, pressing so hard against your cervix that you genuinely couldn’t tell if he entered it this time, and he came hard.
You felt so full, shuddering as he pumped his load into you. This time, he softened inside you over time, relaxing slowly, and you panted until you relaxed fully.
He slipped himself out, and his cum began to drip out, a sensation that made you whimper. By god were you sore, but as you rested on his cold chest. Your ghost boyfriend was a beast in bed, it seemed. He picked you up, though you were in and out of consciousness, you heard him say something about a bath, and he bathed you, cleaning you up. He seemed to clean himself off too, but you were extremely exhausted.
When you blinked next, you were back in bed. He’d taken the soiled blanket off the bed and tossed it aside, pulling a new blanket over the both of you as he cuddled up to you. You hummed, petting his head with a weak hand, as your eyes fully slid shut again and you fell asleep within his arms.