HABIT x Male! Reader

Chapter 10 - Two thousand three hundred ninety-five

I huff a sigh and begin trudging down the stairs.
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I eventually get to the living room. "Ugh, okay. So....." I stand there, planning how I want to try and entertain myself. I sit on the couch and look at the TV. I nod and turn on the screen and begin flipping through channels.

I manage to find something kind of entertaining, some reality show. I lean back, feeling the boredom buzzing in my brain. I sigh, looking at the ceiling. "I wonder what's in the attic, but I can't go in there..." I look around the room, i wonder what doors are unlocked?

I've searched all the rooms I can get I to, which aren't many. I haven't gone in the basement, bc I'm not sure exactly what is down there. I guess I will just have to wait for Habit to get back. I kick a cardboard out of the way and flop down on the couch again. I only sit there for a few minutes before I get curious. I walk over to the stairs and begin to climb them.

I stand outside the door where Habit was earlier, the entrance to the attic must be in there. Maybe it's that little door in the corner? I take a deep breath and try the handle. It's locked still. I let my breath out in a sigh, I already knew it would be locked. I guess it's time to check the basement...

I descend the stairs again, headed to the kitchen. I grab a kitchen knife from the block and turn towards the basement. My hand rests on the door handle, hesitating. I hear nothing but silence from the basement. Maybe whatever Habit said was down here isn't here anymore. He said it was a dog thing, so it must be some kind of guard dog, right?

I finally work up the courage to try the door handle, it doesn't move. I sigh with relief at the locked door. I'm still curious about what is down there and in the attic, but I'm sure of Habit says I should stay out of it there must be a reason. I put the knife away and look at the basement door. There's a slight crack underneath it. I walk over and bend down, it looks like there's some form of illumination down there. I lay on my stomach and look under the door.

I freeze, there's what looks like a pair of sneakers standing just on the other side of the door. I can see the jeans this person is wearing, I can see them shifting their weight from side to side. I quickly stand back up, very happy the door was locked. I have no idea who that is, they aren't Habit's boots.

I quietly walk back to the living room and sit down, feeling my heart race. I take a deep, shaky breath and try to calm my heart. I'll have to tell Habit when he gets back. I'm sure he knows how who that is or how to take care of them. I look over at the TV, trying to distract myself.
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I open my eyes to what sounds like boots upstairs, it must be Habit... and I must have fallen asleep on the couch. I stand up and start heading upstairs calling out to Habit, "Hey! Sorry I didn't make lunch, I fell asleep" I hear him pause to listen to me, then a muffled "It's fine! Gimme a sec." from the room with the attic. I stand outside the door patiently.

After some shuffling, I hear a door close and the one I'm in front of unlock. "Hello! I'm not quite done with what I need to do but I'm almost done, maybe another half an hour at most." Habit says, opening the door and grabbing my hand. I nod, "Hey, who's in the basement? I saw some shoes under the door." I ask. Habit looks me in the eyes, I'm just now noticing the slight shine of sweat on his face, and the look in his eyes is like the excitement of a predator closing in on its prey. "Don't worry about it, it's nothing but a drone, a shell of a person." He says, his voice dark and a little gravely. I gulp and nod. Looking at our hands, I avoid his eyes. the look in them has my heart racing in the best kind of way.

"O-okay... um... good luck." I stumble over my words, getting flustered. I feel his hand under my chin, making me look up. I meet his eyes meekly, I can see a slight smile on his face. "Don't worry Rabbit, once I'm done with my hunt I'll make you want to scream my name." His voice rumbles, making my knees feel weak. He places a quick kiss on my cheek and turns back to the room, closing the door. I feel his presence fade again. I stand there for a few minutes, catching my breath. I let out a big sigh and head downstairs to make lunch.

While I work, I think of why exactly I'm so drawn to Habit. The things that come to mind immediately are his really good dick, and the fact that he unknowingly meets quite a lot of kinks I've been wanting to try out. I blush, thinking of him trailing a blade down my skin, teasing me with its sharpness, maybe drawing blood. A shiver rolls down my spine just imagining the kinda of things he could do to me. I would both love and hate for him to chase me down like his prey, having him use me as he likes when I'm eventually caught. This mix of pure fear and arousal makes my head feel light, probably because my blood has been diverted to my other head.

I absentmindedly continue to cook and think of the things Habit could do, the time passing faster than I realize. Soon enough I hear boots upstairs again, making me jolt. I put down the sandwich I was holding, walking towards the stairs, also putting the camera on the table as I walk past. I don't want it getting broken just in case one of my little fantasies comes true. I climb the stairs, listening. I can hear him moving around, and what sounds like dragging.

My stomach drops, I really hope that isn't what I think it is. I hear the door open, and see Habit peek around the corner. "Hey Rabbit, just give me a sec, okay?" I nod, standing on the stairs and looking anywhere but up the stairs. I hear more dragging and shuffling, Then silence. "Okay Rabbit, all good." Habit calls out. I continue up the stairs, afraid of what I will find.

I look into the room and see it's slightly disheveled, but lucky no body. I cautiously look around, maybe he put it in another room? I look down and notice a little bit of blood on the wooden floor. I quickly look away. Maybe Vinny isn't dead. Maybe he's just hurt... I look at Habit, he's watching me out of his peripheral.

"Don't worry Rabbit, he'll be fine. I didn't kill him yet. He only needed punishment." He pauses, "I see that you have been very excited for my return." I blush and look at me feet as he smirks at me. "So, should we make this interesting?" I hear him growl.
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1248 words! I actually had to rewrite this bc I realized it didn't match the timeline of the cannon. It's fine tho 🤷🏻‍♂️ anyway I hope you liked it! See ya latter Rabbits! 💜💜