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Mr. Gap as Your Portable BF!

Welp, the people wanted Mr. Gap so I give Mr. Gap HCs (I’ll do Mr. Silvair another time, maybe this Friday or smth), I’m gonna do both a switch of MC and Mr. Gap in the Otherworld and maybe do some sorta twist towards the end like the Blissful Love Life ending from Mr. Crawling’s route except Mr. Gap became a stowaway fbejbfjsndjbsd

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap being the fucking prankster he is, always doing the 'funny haha' because he thinks it hilarious just having a pair of organs for literally no reason. It gets hella annoying at times but HEY! He can be pretty helpful at times.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap is a bit of a braggart I mean like— the guy literally showed you a little newspaper clipping with his face in the photo and just dipped without another explanation.

⭑.ᐟ — Because Mr. Gap’s pretty much able to go wherever he pleases since he’s popping outta nowhere from the holes in the wall, a box, and literally anything that has a gap in it. So he’s got an eye on you at all times even when you least expect it, mostly just watching from places that’s out of your view.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap probably doesn’t like Mr. Scarletella much, the guy’s pretty weird anyhow for actively tracking you in the Ghost Apartments, so he may give a hand every now and then whenever you run into him. If you’re ever near any places with a hole in the wall or a vent of course.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap the first time he’s getting any affection whether they’re like small kisses, head pats, or you try to hug him, he would be a little against them at first tbh. Then he’d disappear for some time then and the next time he shows up he’s asking for kisses or whatever. Major cat behaviour stuff.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap probably appears under the covers whenever you’re dead asleep just to leech off of your warmth, by the time you’re waking up he’s already gone.

⭑.ᐟ — It’s somewhat better than Mr. Gap asking if he could take your fingers, your heart, or any of your body parts, but don’t think he’s gonna stop asking for those.

⭑.ᐟ — Your whole relationship with Mr. Gap at first is kind of questionable at best, there’s sort of a love hate thing going on your end but Mr. Gap doesn’t hold anything against you, he just finds you interesting and fun to tease sometimes.

⭑.ᐟ — Now imagine Blissful Love Life from Mr. Crawling’s route except Mr. Gap decided to tag along unbeknownst to you, you later got a jumpscare from Mr. Gap appearing in a drawer.

⭑.ᐟ — This man’s making an absolute ruckus around in your house, making you go on the wildest goose chase for any of your belongings, it’s even more difficult and annoying whenever Mr. Gap takes something the morning as you’re getting ready to go to work. He doesn’t want you to leave, he wants you to stay. Fuck your job even, those people don’t treat you right anyways. >:(

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap absolutely DETESTS getting bathed, the first time trying to get him to clean up was unsuccessful as he holed himself up somewhere in the walls of your home. He didn’t show up for a day until his mood was less grouchy.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Gap goes against whatever you tell him to, mostly. But he will listen if you’re that firm about it. He’s DEFINITELY not listening whenever you tell him to stay at home, but it’s too boring at home just staying there with Mr. Crawling! He’ll just tag along with you to work anyways.

⭑.ᐟ — Since your boyfriend (??) is also portable, you can have him chilling in your bag while you go about your day, a nice bonus being he can keep whatever pickpockets or thieves from stealing your things. And nobody would want to touch your bag unless they want to get bitten or lose a finger or their whole hand.

⭑.ᐟ — Your bag is basically a black hole now with Mr. Gap in it, he’ll give you whatever things you’re trying to look for but also keep them from you until you give him a kiss. If you don’t, it’s bye-bye to your wallet/phone for now.

I feel so bad for the creator I did not know this jesus christ people as a humanity are fucking greedy

There's a thing called patience and some of them need to learn it for fuck's sake

And to the creator of the game, I hope that they can get the help they need and step back from all the toxic shitshow of X/Twitter

I hope all of you who harassed the game creator about new content within a month of the game releasing are happy bc the game creator just quit lmfaooo hope yall rot genuinely yall fucking SUCK

Masterlist

homicipher.

tag guide: 🎀 = fluff 💣 = angst 🧸 = comfort ❤️‍🔥 = nsfw

mr crawling:

first kiss - 🎀

pampering - 🎀/🧸

scarletta ending (reactions) - 🎀

first time - ❤️‍🔥

mr scarletta:

(coming soon)

mr silvair:

scarletta ending (reactions) - 🎀

mr chopped:

scarletta ending (reactions) - 🎀

mr hood:

scarletta ending (reactions) - 🎀

mr gap:

scarletta ending (reactions) - 🎀

(more coming, requests r open)

1:18 pm. 12/06/2024. @i90o3.

haii ><,, i read your pampering fic w mr crawling and i js. UGH. IM SO IN LOVEEEE 😭😭 do u do nsfw drabbles/fics 🤔 i read in ur rules you DO allow nsfw so,, could i request something nsfw abt a first time with him ><??

First Time.

context: First time with your pookie wookie bookie puppy bear.

Homicipher. mr crawling x reader. | Anypov…(?). NSFW | tw: ectoplasm c*m

Nsfw isn’t my strong suit but I have fun challenging myself, I do hope you enjoy this!

first time? ..confusing. And complicated. And clumsy. But oh.. does it feel so good.

It’s definitely a lot of build up over a couple months, like first soft pecks, then making out, slow and clumsy touches.

You have to guide his hands yourself until he gets the hang of it, but I think he’s a pretty quick learner. He’s def good with his hands (I actually think he says that in the game at some point) and his tongue.. (😜)

I’d say your on your bed making out, straddling his lap, your tongues in a heated battle with each other while his hand roams your body and his other hand is gently cupping your face. You’re starting to subtly grind against him, and he makes a chirping noise.

You can feel his erection against your thigh, and when you pull back to look at him, he’s smiling widely at you. He grabs you by the shoulders and switches your positions, pushing you down against the mattress while he hovers over you. He’s whining and chirping, rutting against your leg and wrapping his big arms around you, burying his face in to your chest. He’s so whiny and desperate for you, clawing at your clothes to try and get them off.

I saw someone say he’d be on the smaller side, but yall see how fucking tall that man is?? I def think he’s atleast 6 or 7 inches ..skinny, veiny, with a slight curve.

He’s chirping and making all sorts of noises when he finally sinks in to your wet heat, rutting so sloppily and clumsily. You jolt from how cold it is compared to your hot gummy walls, making you shiver. He has no idea really what he’s doing, but it just feels so good he can’t stop, can’t help himself. How you clench around him, how good it feels, its driving him insane. Burying his face in to your neck and wrapping his arms around you so tightly.

You can tell he’s getting close because he’s getting more vocal and his thrusts are getting even more sloppier (somehow), and you’re clawing at his back, whimpering and mewling. Your walls clench around him, milking his purple-tipped cock, cumming with a sharp cry. His hips stutter as you ride out your high, and he slips out of you, shooting his load on your tummy, rubbing his grey ectoplasm cum all over your soft skin, giggling maniacally.

After you clean yourselves up, you snuggle up to him, pulling the covers up around you both as he pats your head and you drift off to sleep on his arms.

11/11/2024. 9:38 am. @i90o3

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played homicipher with the full dictionary ..loving that mr crawling said you looked pretty in a wedding dress

Just want to put a reminder I also write for other dating sim fandoms and my requests are open for them too! (along with select few animes.)

(shit load of tags)

How do u think the rest of the homicipher guys would react after that one scarletella ending where u make him ur servant LMAO

Dyt crawly would be especially bothered by it 😭

Scarletta ending.

context: Homicipher boys reactions to the mr scarletta ending where he’s basically your servant.

Homicipher. mr crawling, mr chopped, mr silvair, mr gap, mr hood. | Anypov. Fluff.

Uhh didn’t do this ending yet so i’m slightly unsure about these? they are super short, but I didn’t wanna keep you waiting. (can you tell mr crawling is my fav)

mr crawling.

lowkey..weirded out, kind of upset, off put, maybe a little jealous. Because why do you need that freak to bend to your will when you have HIM!!

They beef hardcore. If you remember there’s a route where Mr. Crawling saves you from Scarletta, and he’s covering your eyes and yelling at Scarletta. (also that fanart of mr crawling flipping off scarletta lolol)

Like babe what do you mean the guy who tried to kill you is now your pet?? pookie wdym … literally doesn’t trust him at all.

Clings to you and he doesn’t like when Mr Scarletta gets too close. He’s salty as shit like hoe back UP!!!! But honestly as long as you give him extra attention and special treatment he’ll be ight..

mr chopped.

get. him. away. from that thing. NEOW!! literally whines and pouts and yells, if he had a body he would be kicking and hitting his hands and feet, full blown tantrum. He’s literally like so shocked like wdym?? he’s here?? with you?? nuh uh.

your not allowed to let Mr. Scarletta touch him or else he’ll literally die. (his words not mine..)

Glares as him whenever he sees you with him..

mr silvair.

I think he’s pretty chill. A little shocked at first..but chill. Maybe he just keeps his distance a little bit, but I don’t think he’d make a big ordeal.

First time he sees Mr. Scarletta with you he just stares for a minute. Like this is normal now? If you say so.

I think he’d want to experiment on him kinda sorta maybe. I don’t think he’d actually attempt it though, or maybe he’d ask. But I really just think he’d be chill about it. Nonchalant vibes yk (/hj)

mr gap.

first of all, FUCK mr gap I have PERSONAL beef with bro. Secondly he probably actively avoids you. He sees you with Mr. Scarletta, he’s never seeing you again. buh-bye!!

he was nice enough to save you from him and now you wanna ASSOCIATE with him?? just ungrateful.

mr hood.

I’m ngl I think he’s also chill/indifferent like me silvair ..maybe a little more chill and indifferent.

He just leaves you be for the most part? unless you need him he’s there for you but he just keeps to himself. Maybe he’ll wander and keep an eye on you just in case..

I don’t think he trusts you with Scarletta, but like I don’t think there’s really anything he does about it. Other than checking up on you and watching you from afar.

1:18 pm. 11/03/2024. @i90o3

haii ><,, could you write something for literally any homicipher character.. im starving for homicipher x reader content 😭😭😭

First kiss.

context: post blissful ending. You kiss, mwah.

Homicipher. mr crawling x reader. | Anypov. Fluff.

First time writing an anything in 2 years, bear with me I might be rusty. Didn’t really know what to write for this one so it’s a little short. Also I had to rewrite this so I hope there’s no mistakes,,

lowkey forgot * don’t italic words on this app..

For some reason, having this..entity here with you after escaping from the ‘other world’ ..isn’t bad. No one else can see him—which is honestly a bonus—and you have to concentrate really hard to see him… but it’s better than nothing. Honestly, he’s such a puppy..In a kind of disturbing way? The way he just follows you around, chirps and giggles, does his best to protect you. It’s adorable, really.

The first time this strange, attraction, hit you was when he pulled you down and crawled on top of you, sufficiently hiding you from Mr. Scarletella. And it only grew throughout your time in the ‘other world.’ Progressing as he kept protecting you, helping you.

You heard Mr. Crawling chirp, pulling you out of your daze. You glanced up at him, smiling, and he smiled back. (even if it was a little creepy..) Your hand hesitantly reached out, trailing your fingers up his arm, and then to his face. You tentatively brush your knuckles against his cheek, brushing his hair aside slightly. He looks at you, (does he even have eyes??), a little caught off guard by the action. As if he hasn’t been touched so tenderly before.

You start to wonder what his lips would feel like against yours as you stare at him intently. He stares back at you, oblivious to your thoughts. You wonder if there’s a word for ‘kiss’ in his language. But the language barrier between you two never really stopped you before. You point to your lips, and then you point to his lips, trying to get your intentions across. He smiles, but tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, as if saying: “what? I need a demonstration.”

*who knew entities could be such teases?*

But..then again, who are you to deny such an adorable face like him? You gently reach out, cupping his face in both your hands, rubbing his grayish pale cheekbones, guiding him closer to you. Your breaths mingle, lips barely inches apart, just brushing against each other before your eyes flutter close and you finally press your lips to his. The kiss was a little clumsy and fleeting, seeing as he didn’t know what he was doing, but sweet nonetheless.

When you finally pull away, he tried to eagerly chase your lips, his signature giggle falling past his lips. Seems like you’ve spoiled him, because now he doesn’t want to stop kissing you.

11:08 pm. 11/02/2024. @i90o3

Hello. I was previously known as “extrakuli” on this account. I want to tell the followers I still have left that I will not be writing genshin impact fanfiction anymore.

I updated my Rules sheet. I’m opening requests again and I will be trying to be active again.

@extrakuli is now the name of my side blog—where I post my art work. :)

edit: BTW…I will not be deleting any old fics for anyone who still enjoys them. my genshin impact masterlist will also stay up. But I will not be adding to it.

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9:35 pm 8/21/2021. UPDATED: 4:50 pm 11/01/2024

.Rules

“can I request a character x reader? “

A: of course! just as long as my requests are open!

“Is requesting fics ok?”

A: yeah yeah !!

“can I request something involving r*pe and incest?(etc)”

A: No.

“can I request nsfw?”

A: yes.

“can I request character x character?”

A: you can request it—but that doesn’t mean i’ll answer the request. I main do character x reader

“can I request when requests/asks are closed?”

A: Nope! only when requests are open then can you ask something of me.

“what fandoms do you write for?”

A: I write for demon slayer, haiykuu, Our life, Blooming panic, jjk, creepypasta, homicipher, a date with death, tkatb, touchstarved,

P.S! I won’t write for certain characters that I either don’t like or don’t exactly think I could write for their personality

9:30 pm 8/21/2021. UPDATED: 4:50 pm 11/01/2024.

(I deleted this post sry) NSFW! Full version you can see in tg: keinyyeng / https://t.me/+A-LzCZpoYwpkZDA6

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My friend is gonna kill me T_T (ye I deleted this post sry)

Chat would you guys fuck with me making trans male reader x trans women oc x whatever character from a game or anime male or female, likeee do we fw with that, I’m thinking trans reader dilf x trans woman puppy girl and y’all are married +++ whatever character I put you guys with do we want that chat

Easily startled

Mr. Crawling had a habit of scaring you senseless, though you knew deep down he didn’t mean to. His silent, almost ghostly movements often left you screaming in terror when you turned to find him right behind you. There were times his unintentional jump scares hit so hard you felt your eyes sting with tears, trembling from the shock of it.

For example, one night, at two a.m, you left the safety of your bed to get a glass of water. The hallway was pitch black, and your only guide was the faint moonlight filtering through the windows. You didn’t bother flipping on the lights, groggily shuffling toward the kitchen. But halfway down the hall, your sleepy haze shattered.

A towering figure stood at the end of the corridor, barely illuminated by the pale light. Your heart stopped. Mr. Crawling was standing upright. Not crouched low as usual—his impossibly tall frame stretched into the dark.

A shaky gasp escaped your lips, and he tilted his head ever so slightly as though he didn’t understand your fear. Then came the soft, unnerving giggle that sent you over the edge. You screamed, stumbling backward until you hit the wall.

The sound must’ve startled him because he immediately crouched back down, his long hair brushing the floor as he crept toward you. When he emerged from the shadows, his usual eerie grin was gone, replaced by a rare expression: a deep, regretful frown.

“Im sorry...” he muttered, his voice broken and low. “No scare. I promise”

You pressed a hand to your chest, struggling to steady your racing heart. Mr. Crawling inched closer, his long arms hesitant as he reached toward you. Finally, he wrapped them around you in an awkward, apologetic embrace.

“No stand again. I promise,” he said softly, almost solemnly.

From that night on, he made an effort to announce himself, muttering things like, "Human. Im here” as he moved around. While he still caught you off guard occasionally, his efforts made you feel safer—and maybe even a little less afraid.

Forever With You

Mr. Crawling

Synopsis: Even your home doesn't feel like a home ever since you left the other world, so you decided to go back and stay with him for good.

Spoilers!⚠️ From END03: I'm Back

Incorrect grammar (pls forgive me)

Mr. Crawling being a cutie patootie

I was really feeling like writing something for him because I luv him so much

Word count: 1,648

Ever since you came back to your own world, life's been peaceful. No mysterious rooms, no creepy monsters, and no blood spilling everywhere you go.

At first it was hard to keep yourself sane, being kept for a long time in a world that's not known to you, being away from your loved ones, being alone without anyone to stay with you, of course it would be tough.

Except there's a certain someone who stayed with you throughout your journey, wandered with you around the endless maze of unpredictable paths, protected you from any threats, and taught you two important things: what is love and what it feels like to be loved.

You know people would criticise you, calling you a 'psycho' or even 'insane' for loving a monster like him. And even if it's him against the world, you know to yourself who to pick.

And it'll always be him.

Now...what was his name again?

Mr......Crawling?

Is that it?

It sounds so familiar, yet so foreign to hear.

Am I right?

Or am I wrong?

Where is he?

Ah. That's right. You both got separated just as you reached the exit, it felt so painful leaving without him, like a part of you was stuck elsewhere. What was more horrifying to see is how your memories of the other world slowly fades like it's just a fever dream you once had. A string of hope always comes at the last possible moment, as if it wants you to be stuck to choose whether to keep on trying to remember everything or just let it disappear once and for all.

For the past few nights you've always found yourself stuck in the same dream every single time: Your body under the blankets of a hospital bed, and he's keeping an eye out for you, laying his cold head on your stomach with half of his face hiding underneath his long, black hair, watching you with that seemingly creepy but cute smile of his as he asks the same question over and over again.

"You like me?"

And every time you reply to him with the same answer again and again...

"I like you"

He'd laugh and ruffle your hair. He'd say how happy he is to hear that as he kept on laughing, muttering "I like you" numerous times.

And you'll always wake up with a tear-stained face and a tightened chest, longing for his touch and his love.

So you made the decision to finally end it all, end all the suffering, and go back to that building with no regrets. You prepared yourself and hurriedly ran outside your apartment to find the place where it all started.

The cold and quiet structure had this familiar breeze flowing even on the inside of your thick jacket. When you finally came across a large mirror with lots of cracks and a single hole just in the middle of it, you know you're almost there.

Shoes clacking on the concrete floor with each step, echoing through the spacious hallway, you wasted no time and stopped just infront of the large mirror. You take a glance of yourself, noticing the redness and the puffiness of your eyes as you carefully touched it.

You must've cried really hard last night.

Too focused on yourself, you didn't notice a single eye observing you through the hole. And when you finally shifted your eyes to meet the familiar man, you quickly leaned closer to the void.

"Mr. Gap!" You called out. Desperate eyes staring at him intensely.

You can sense him smiling just from the way his eyes curled up. It has been so long since you last saw him and you can feel yourself regaining those memories you almost lost.

"Please take me back!" You pleaded, not realizing that there's a language barrier between the two different worlds. Mr. Gap frowned, obviously telling you that he doesn't understand a word you said, yet he knows from that tone of your voice that you need help.

"Need help?" He asked.

You nod without a second, and instantly reply back, knowing you're finally getting the hang of their language.

"Need help return" You uttered out, and he was quick to respond, and you know just exactly what he'll do in exchange for helping you.

His hand suddenly pops out of the hole, curled up like he wants you to give something to him, which is just what he wants. "Give me your hair?" He chuckled, waiting for your response.

You took a pause and caressed your hair resting on your shoulder, you never actually realized how long it has been since you came back to your own world, your hair had grown over alot.

You smiled, a signal that you consented and that's where he was quick on action to grab you and the next thing you knew...

You're here.

You're back.

Now you just wished you were at the same time as him.

You looked to your side and found a cracked hole in a wall, and there goes Mr. Gap with his sinister eye smile. You asked him about the others, referring to them as someone you're with the last time you're here.

Happy was definitely an understatement to what you're feeling right now, it's far more than just feeling happy that you're finally here. You can finally see him again. You thanked Mr. Gap and decided to leave, but before he lets you vanish, he gave you a crowbar. It's not what you really needed right now but it's not bad to bring one just in case.

"Thank you" you worded out, still grateful to him for helping you, you're quite lucky he didn't ask for a heart or you would surely do what you need to do, even if it gets real bloody. He left the shadows and you headed off to who knows where, as long as there's a door or a way out.

With a crowbar on your hand, you walk past several rooms, some are familiar, while some are probably a new one. Encountering some familiar faces was really refreshing, some of them were Mr. Masque, Mr. Hood, and Mr. Machete. It's like a reunion with friends from the other side, but they're not the main reason you're here, you were still dedicated into searching for a familiar crawling man whom you really really want to see.

Finally, after resting for a little bit, you finally found that same room you had in your dream, you immediately turned the knob and walked right in.

No one was there.

You plopped down on the bed, feeling down knowing that he wasn't here, he might still be looking for you but you're already worn out, your feet are sore from all that walking and running.

Maybe if you take a rest, you'll find him next to you the moment you wake up. Lifting both your legs on the bed as you get yourself comfortable, you suddenly hear a weeping noise, like someone is crying.

You stopped moving and waited for it to make noise again, and it scared you for a bit, it was really close to you, but there's no one in this room but you.

It sounds like it's coming under the bed. You quickly looked to the left side of the bed, and found nothing, you had to make sure it's safe to look underneath before going at it. You looked to the right side and found a hair peeking out from under your bed, it was long, and dark.

You got up and sat on the floor, just infront of the dark view from under the bed. Leaning closer to examine it very closely, you shrieked for a second and backed away instantly when a face popped out of the shadows.

It looked at you for a while, before deciding to crawl out of there. Soon, it all came to view. It was him.

"Mr. Crawling-" before you could even finish your sentence, he jumped at you and completely wrapped you fully covered on his hold. Your arms made its way to wrap around his neck, hugging him back with your head buried on his shoulder.

"Found you!" He sounded happy as well, and his crying noises had finally stopped. Now it was your time to cry in his arms.

"I'm sorry" you repeated a few times before finally breaking down. He's confused as a baby, not knowing the reason why you're suddenly feeling sad. And with that he replied back. "Why sad? Not happy found me?" His hands gently pet your head, knowing just how much you need it as your sobs and sniffled echoed through the room.

"Happy, too happy" you replied between your sobs, and looked at him with your puffed-out eyes, he looked even more confused and the way his mouth frowned just showed how much he's clueless to what's happening to you. Without any second, he cupped both your cheeks and leaned closer just close enough for his nose to bump into yours.

"You pain? Hurt?" He asked.

"No, me fine" you assured him, and the look on his face was more than enough to make you giggle because it's still as confused as ever, you shrugged the idea of explaining it to him more further as it could lead to more misunderstandings. You gave him a peck on his lips and smiled. The laughter that comes out of him after kissing him was like a remedy for your pain, and you're finally at rest when he keeps you on his hold, muttering words like, "Me together with you", "I like you", and "Protect you".

"You rest?" was the last thing you heard him ask before finally falling asleep, ready for a new day tomorrow with him by your side.

It's decided. You're gonna stay with him forever.

Kiss me Silly — Mr. Crawling, Gap, Silvair, Chopped, Hugeface, and Scarletella x gn! reader

summery: kisses with some of the Homicipher boys.

tw: slight unrequited feelings (I mean it's in the game).

wc: 1.2k (~200 per character)

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Crawling

❥Your first kiss is confusing to say the least. Mr. Crawling doesn’t know what your talking about and you try your best to explain what a kiss is and why you do it. “We touch lip” “Only someone you many like”. He doesn’t fully understand it, but you seem to like pressing your lips together, and he honestly finds himself liking it too. Any excuse to touch you is worth it in his eyes, and he finds himself wanting to do it again and again.

❥Thankfully, Mr. Crawling is a fast learner, and kisses go from sloppy to coherent quickly. Tugging at your clothes and chirping cutely in such a way you can’t say no. Kiss his lips, his forehead, cheeks, nose, he doesn’t care, he just wants your affection and you’ve open him to a whole new world.

❥Will give you kisses in return. In fact, it’s become a fifty fifty whether you get a kiss or head pats in comfort. When I say kiss I mean forehead kisses, he just finds it so comforting. If you’re really lucky he’ll pat your head and give you a kiss.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Gap

❥No. Sorry, but Mr. Gap isn’t a fan of any kind of affection. He barely understands the concept of liking someone! Though…you are strange. He likes messing with you, grinning devilishly every time he asks for your heart. He hasn’t had this kind of entertainment for a long time. Mr. Gap can’t deny he’s curious about those magazines you read. Why do humans do such strange things with each other?

❥After enough time, his curiosity beats his apprehension, agreeing to allow you to show ONE sign of affection. Just one though, and not for long. Tries his hardest to not back away when your face inches closer, watching you wearily as you press your lips to his. It’s weird, and uncomfortable, and his cold skin feels oddly warm. Disappears the second you pull away. 

❥Safe to say that kisses are far and few in between. Mr. Gap has a weird relationship with the sign of affection (or any). He feels awkward and doesn’t like how strange (vulnerable) it makes him feel, but on the other hand he has you try again, and he’s not sure why. Doesn’t want to dissect why (it’s cus you only do it with him and makes him feel special).

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Silvair

❥Hahaha. He’s confused. He doesn’t understand your strange human emotions nor your fondness. You’re his test subject, and he takes some time to ponder over your offer. His scientist mindset takes over, thinks of the whole situation like a test. Sorry :/

❥Doesn’t move when you kiss him. To be fair he doesn’t know what a kiss entails, lets you take the lead. He’s confused when you pull away with a frown, your nerves clear.,,interesting. Notes the way you act in a file in his mind to go through later, your mannerisms are just the most intriguing. You have to teach him how to kiss first, he’s willing to go along with your whims as long as you don’t expect too much from the interaction.

❥Strangly, over time he finds himself expecting your affections. Cheek kisses, lip kisses, its an odd slice of domecity. He comes back from his research and you’ll greet him with a small kiss. If you forget he gets a strange hollow feeling…very strange. Will watch you until you realize he’s waiting for a greeting kiss, that nasty feeling leaving the second your warm lips land on his own. How very strange…

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Chopped

❥Looks at you weirdly. Why would you want to touch your lips to his? He doesn’t get it. Says no at first, but over time his curiosity gets the best of him. Demands that you pick him up and touch your lips together. Wants to know why you even asked. Gets a strange fluttery feeling (even though he doesn’t have a body) and finds the action oddly enticing. Demands you do it again the second you pull away, a grin stretching from ear to ear. 

❥You can only kiss him on his terms, but more often than not he’s demanding you for one. Always gets a giant dopy grin afterwards, basking in your warmth. He’s on top of the world when you shower him with affection. Leave kisses all over his face. Do it. Mr. Chopped will become a giggly mess.

❥Get’s a bit insecure that he can’t kiss you without help. He wishes he could just kiss you when he wanted instead of asking you to pick him up. But those thoughts are quickly squashed when you brighten up at seeing him, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. If he’s sleeping on the otherhand…don’t do it, no matter how cute he looks, he hate surprises, even if it’s just you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Hugeface

❥Uhm…I’m sorry to say but I’m not sure this is possible. Well, it could be if you tried hard enough. Mr. Hugeface has no idea what you’re yapping on about, you have to walk him through the steps (like bringing you close enough to his face). He’s giggling to himself as he strains to see you leaning your little head closer to his bigger one. 

❥Placing your lips to his is a difficult task when he finds himself grinning so widely at how cute you are. Can’t get enough of your kisses. Tries to kiss you back…at least he doesn’t accidentally eat you? Unfortunately, this sign of affection is a one way street, but hey! Mr. Hugeface can’t say no when you want to kiss him, it feels like little tickles.

❥Instead, Mr. Hugeface will pat your head with a finger (🙏 he tries his hardest to not squish you). Always coos at you, calling you cute over and over. Can you blame him? He’s so happy that a small little human is showing him affection! Sometimes he just wants to squish you! But he won’t…I swear, cus then he won’t be able to get any more kisses :( 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Scarletella

❥Oh boy. This guy… Won’t hesitate to do what you ask. Sure, he doesn’t understand what you’re talking about exactly or why you’d want to do such a thing, but who was he to question you? Leans down and watches you expectantly as your face inches closer, static thrumming inside his ears from excitement. Mr. Scarletella can’t deny how exciting it is to be so close to you.

❥Completely hooked the second your lips meet, his creepy grin spreading so wide it nearly breaks your kiss. I hope you’re happy, you now have a demon already at your beck and call ready to end the world if you promise him a kiss…well I guess he’d do that anyways if it made you happy. Notices that if he does things you like you kiss him more. Becomes a Pavlov’s dog situation. 

❥As boundary breaking and homicidal as Mr. Scarletella was, he won’t kiss you first. It would be wrong, you call the shots, not him, so don’t expect him to start anything. Watches you like a demonic puppy dog when he wants a kiss (all the time). Just…be a bit careful with this newfound power, Mr. Scarletella won’t take too kindly if you deny him what he wants (just a bit of a red flag…just a bit…).

＃HOMICIPHER !! ♡ — DWELLING, ROTTING, SURVIVING (MR CRAWLING X READER).

#. synopsis! — speaking isn't the only way to understand, and he's oh so gentle .

#. characters! — mr crawling .

#. warnings! — canon-typical dark content + setting .

#. word count! — 1.7k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @hhoneypop (moodboards) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — hi, i posted, please stop bullying me in my inbox :(( - all jokes aside, thank you guys for all the nice messages and compliments! & happy pride to my lgbt followers! funnily enough, don't think i've ever "come out" on this blog, but if it's not obvious, i'm bisexual lol so there's that!

You found yourself pressed against a cold, damp wall in what you could only assume was a room close to the belly of this labyrinth-like building. Breaths came in shallow, frightened gasps as the lights overhead flickered ominously, like they were trying to warn you of impending danger. . . Danger that you felt sting your chest like needles poking through your skin. The oppressive silence surrounding you was broken only by your intakes of air and the soft, almost imperceptible sound of something —or someone— (or maybe a mixture of the two, in this God-forsaken place) nearby.

Squinting into the gloom, a familiar shape emerged from the dark hallway, slipping into the room with you and pausing in the doorway. You felt relief take hold of you.

Mr Crawling. . .

That, of course, likely wasn’t his real name, but you didn’t speak in the language of clicks, noises, and chirp-like sounds that he did, and he didn’t speak with your tongue either. It was for that reason in particular that you’d bludgeoned his head with a crowbar not long ago, to which he sulked in a corner, bleeding and whining, and you were left to feel terrible for hurting the first entity that had tried to go out of his way to show you true empathy in a way you understood.

Apologizing didn’t even begin to feel like enough. Probably because you were at least ninety percent sure he didn’t understand what you were saying anyway. Helping him with the wound perhaps made it slightly better. . . But also not really, because even now as he skims across the ground to where you are, there’s a sense of guilt that weighs heavy on your heart.

Pale, grey-skinned and moving like any non-human mammal of sorts, his face is mostly obscured by the long, stringy black hair that falls in vine-like, clumped strands all the way to the floor from his hunched position. There’s an unsettling, animalistic grace to the way he approaches, but you don’t flinch this time when he puts the flat of his cold palm against the crown of your head, as if trying to soothe your breathing. All of that initial fear has been replaced by a strange comfort of sorts, and you look up at him, thankful for his presence now more than ever.

He tilts his head, as if listening for something, and you watch him warily with the same crowbar clutched in your fist. A part of you felt bad carrying it around like that with his blood still smeared on it, but here, you knew it was foolish to venture around without a weapon of some sort. Not protecting yourself for the sake of his feelings was, unfortunately, not an option as far as you were concerned, but thankfully he didn’t seem to have any opinion on the matter.

“Mr Crawling,” you whisper softly, reaching out to take his hand into your own.

He seemed to really respond to physical touch, and if language was always going to get in the way, you figured it was best to bridge the gap in another manner. This was the next best thing you could think of.

His head raises, and you suppose he’s trying to meet your gaze, though you can’t see his eyes through the mess of his hair.

“I need to understand you,” you say.

Ironically, that’s a bit of a hopeless endeavor in this sort of environment. It’s not like you have all the time in the world to pick up a new, completely unrelated language to yours while fighting for your life. Still. . . Gesturing had been helpful previously, especially for directions. The hooded figure you ran into first was quick to point around, that severed hand that had guided you for a bit was just as poignant in that area, and the silver-haired entity with a blindfold over his eyes had also tried to communicate with you in that sense as well. So why couldn’t you do it vice-versa?

“Me,” you point to yourself, “you,” you point to him.

He stared blankly for a moment, then seemed to come to an understanding. His had retracted from your head to point at himself, then to you, a clicking noise coming from the back of his throat. You smile. It was a small victory amongst a series of devastating losses, but you were keen on taking it and running with it as far as you could stretch it.

“Okay,” you breathe, talking more to yourself than to him. “Let’s try this then. . .”

Feeling a surge of determination, you touch your stomach and then mime eating.

“Hungry. Eat.”

At this point, you were still too anxious to have an appetite, but you knew you’d need food eventually. You were hoping he’d be able to help you with that somehow. Up until this point, you hadn’t seen any evidence of there being food around here, —no containers, boxes, or wrappings, but he seemed to understand your gestures and mimicked you; sitting back on his knees to rub his stomach through his filthy t-shirt, then nibbling on an imaginary item.

He looks back to you, as if seeking approval. You smile, hoping he understands that to be a sign of good will, then nod your head to drive home the association. Beneath his swath of hair, he smiles too, and you catch a glimpse of his eyes through the curtain of black strands; dark and thoughtful.

“Good,” you murmur, feeling slightly relieved. 

If nothing else, this was progress. You spend a while longer trying to communicate basic needs and warnings: things like yes, no, stop, come, drinking, sleeping, and a thank you in the way of patting his head. You’re not sure he understood the depth of it by any means, but he did seem to enjoy it. . . Like a puppy. The thought made you smile genuinely and absentmindedly, if only for a moment. The clicks and chirps he makes are mostly lost on you, but the noises are comforting nonetheless. This rudimentary bridge of understanding soothes you just a little, and you find yourself feeling very thankful that he’s here in the first place.

He has your face cupped in his hands now, as if he’s inspecting you. . . Or perhaps admiring? That is, until you feel his body tense and all his little sounds abruptly come to a halt. A small growl reverberates from the back of his throat and his wide smile droops into a frown. Suddenly, he’s roughly dragging you along, tugging urgently on your arms, to which you comply and follow along with him, scooting across the floor until you reach a shadowed alcove. You hadn’t even noticed it before, but he seems to know his way around this place like the back of his cold, grey hand.

He covers your mouth for a moment, then shakes his head. You cover your mouth, take your hand away, then shake your head no, just to ensure to him that you’ve understood. He pats your head then crouches in front of you, using his own body as a makeshift shield for yours. His long, spindly arms cage you against the wall. Fear rises inside you once again, though not because of him and his actions. Rather, the faint, rhythmic thuds of footsteps have begun reverberating through the hall just outside, and you recognize the harrowing pattern they click in.

Mr Scarletella.

You encountered him once before and felt every hair on your body stand on end. The way he moved through the halls with a menacing flow that sounded almost eerily melodic, and the strange, unsettling red glow that seemed to exude off him that nearly drew you in like a moth to a flame. The steps echoed off the walls of the building and your heart began to hammer against your ribs. Mr Crawling moved closer as he came into view through the doorway that lacked any actual door to close, his long, black hair tickling your nose ever so softly. Dressed in scarlet and carrying his ever-present umbrella, you decide quite readily that you’ve seen enough, closing your eyes and focusing on the cool feel of Mr Crawling’s skin, on his musky scent (like mildew and a bit of rot, which isn’t necessarily pleasant, but it’s not like he can really help it down here.)

Though you’re no longer watching, the entity dripping in scarlet moves with an unsettling, almost predatory grace, glancing about the corridors as if he’s searching for something. Or someone.

Once again, Mr Crawling presses closer to you. Now, you’re able to feel the way his body trembles with fear, and you realize that he’s just as terrified as you are, though you can’t tell if that fear is for himself, for you, or for both of you at once. And it’s not like you can ask. Still, you open your eyes just long enough to look up at him, Mr Scarletella in your peripheral as you force a smile and touch the crown of Mr Crawling’s head, offering what little comfort you can. He still quivers, but seems to appreciate the gesture, though he doesn’t risk a happy chirp.

The danger passes as the man in scarlet disappears down the hallway, then turns the corner. You let out a silent sigh of relief and Mr Crawling relaxes after several moments of continued tension, finally going limp and releasing you from against the wall. He slumps onto his knees, which seems to be his most comfortable position, and he looks at you clearly through the darkness. In that moment, it feels like you’ve understood one another perfectly. 

“Thank you,” you whisper sincerely, though you know he can’t really understand you.

You’re just hoping the gratitude comes across somehow, but at the risk that it won’t, you touch your chest over top of where your heart’s still beating like a drum, then touch his chest in the same place. It dawns on you that you don’t feel a heartbeat at all, and you almost pull your hand away. . . But something stops you. Something that says even if you’re right and he’s something less (or more) than human, —it doesn’t matter as much as the kindness he’s shown you. So your hand lingers until you softly pull away.

He grabs your cheeks again and holds them delicately.

haii ><,, could you write something for literally any homicipher character.. im starving for homicipher x reader content 😭😭😭

First kiss.

context: post blissful ending. You kiss, mwah.

Homicipher. mr crawling x reader. | Anypov. Fluff.

First time writing an anything in 2 years, bear with me I might be rusty. Didn’t really know what to write for this one so it’s a little short. Also I had to rewrite this so I hope there’s no mistakes,,

lowkey forgot * don’t italic words on this app..

For some reason, having this..entity here with you after escaping from the ‘other world’ ..isn’t bad. No one else can see him—which is honestly a bonus—and you have to concentrate really hard to see him… but it’s better than nothing. Honestly, he’s such a puppy..In a kind of disturbing way? The way he just follows you around, chirps and giggles, does his best to protect you. It’s adorable, really.

The first time this strange, attraction, hit you was when he pulled you down and crawled on top of you, sufficiently hiding you from Mr. Scarletella. And it only grew throughout your time in the ‘other world.’ Progressing as he kept protecting you, helping you.

You heard Mr. Crawling chirp, pulling you out of your daze. You glanced up at him, smiling, and he smiled back. (even if it was a little creepy..) Your hand hesitantly reached out, trailing your fingers up his arm, and then to his face. You tentatively brush your knuckles against his cheek, brushing his hair aside slightly. He looks at you, (does he even have eyes??), a little caught off guard by the action. As if he hasn’t been touched so tenderly before.

You start to wonder what his lips would feel like against yours as you stare at him intently. He stares back at you, oblivious to your thoughts. You wonder if there’s a word for ‘kiss’ in his language. But the language barrier between you two never really stopped you before. You point to your lips, and then you point to his lips, trying to get your intentions across. He smiles, but tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, as if saying: “what? I need a demonstration.”

*who knew entities could be such teases?*

But..then again, who are you to deny such an adorable face like him? You gently reach out, cupping his face in both your hands, rubbing his grayish pale cheekbones, guiding him closer to you. Your breaths mingle, lips barely inches apart, just brushing against each other before your eyes flutter close and you finally press your lips to his. The kiss was a little clumsy and fleeting, seeing as he didn’t know what he was doing, but sweet nonetheless.

When you finally pull away, he tried to eagerly chase your lips, his signature giggle falling past his lips. Seems like you’ve spoiled him, because now he doesn’t want to stop kissing you.

11:08 pm. 11/02/2024. @i90o3

haii ><,, i read your pampering fic w mr crawling and i js. UGH. IM SO IN LOVEEEE 😭😭 do u do nsfw drabbles/fics 🤔 i read in ur rules you DO allow nsfw so,, could i request something nsfw abt a first time with him ><??

First Time.

context: First time with your pookie wookie bookie puppy bear.

Homicipher. mr crawling x reader. | Anypov…(?). NSFW | tw: ectoplasm c*m

Nsfw isn’t my strong suit but I have fun challenging myself, I do hope you enjoy this!

first time? ..confusing. And complicated. And clumsy. But oh.. does it feel so good.

It’s definitely a lot of build up over a couple months, like first soft pecks, then making out, slow and clumsy touches.

You have to guide his hands yourself until he gets the hang of it, but I think he’s a pretty quick learner. He’s def good with his hands (I actually think he says that in the game at some point) and his tongue.. (😜)

I’d say your on your bed making out, straddling his lap, your tongues in a heated battle with each other while his hand roams your body and his other hand is gently cupping your face. You’re starting to subtly grind against him, and he makes a chirping noise.

You can feel his erection against your thigh, and when you pull back to look at him, he’s smiling widely at you. He grabs you by the shoulders and switches your positions, pushing you down against the mattress while he hovers over you. He’s whining and chirping, rutting against your leg and wrapping his big arms around you, burying his face in to your chest. He’s so whiny and desperate for you, clawing at your clothes to try and get them off.

I saw someone say he’d be on the smaller side, but yall see how fucking tall that man is?? I def think he’s atleast 6 or 7 inches ..skinny, veiny, with a slight curve.

He’s chirping and making all sorts of noises when he finally sinks in to your wet heat, rutting so sloppily and clumsily. You jolt from how cold it is compared to your hot gummy walls, making you shiver. He has no idea really what he’s doing, but it just feels so good he can’t stop, can’t help himself. How you clench around him, how good it feels, its driving him insane. Burying his face in to your neck and wrapping his arms around you so tightly.

You can tell he’s getting close because he’s getting more vocal and his thrusts are getting even more sloppier (somehow), and you’re clawing at his back, whimpering and mewling. Your walls clench around him, milking his purple-tipped cock, cumming with a sharp cry. His hips stutter as you ride out your high, and he slips out of you, shooting his load on your tummy, rubbing his grey ectoplasm cum all over your soft skin, giggling maniacally.

After you clean yourselves up, you snuggle up to him, pulling the covers up around you both as he pats your head and you drift off to sleep on his arms.

11/11/2024. 9:38 am. @i90o3

— REDAMANCY ★ !!

Topic: Homicipher

Characters; Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair, Mr. Machete, Mr. Hood, Mr. Stitch.

Synopsis; general NSFW headcanons

Warnings: little/lack of dialogue, established relationships, Fem!reader!, corruption kink, oral kink, blood kink, vaginal penetration, biting, rough housing, somnophilia, marking, groping, sadism, masochism, dacryphilia, hair pulling. Soft sex, I'm a little bit in denial.

MR. CRAWLING is probably the more innocent type. Not the type where you have to baby him, but he doesn't strike as the type to automatically know what to do. So, when you attempt to initiate anything with him.. well. He definitely looks clueless as to what your doing untill you explain it to him. He's literally just happy to be there so whatever you ask of him will happen. He has the biggest soft spot for you so the second time that you initiate something with him, he's all over you like a young pup reunited with it's owner.

Probably doesn't know what he's entirely doing. He doesn't have any sense of rhythm, more of a rutting than anything. He's sliding his cock into you so sloppily and desperate that you have to hold onto the plush fabric of the bedding beneath you from how rough he is. He doesn't mean to be rough but he just loves you so much that he can't help himself. Poor fella, doesn't realize how big he is either in more than one way. His hands are cupping your face and he's trying to kiss you all over and it's just so muching going on at once.

MR. CRAWLING who finds himself between your thighs at the crack of fucking dawn. You're a little concerned on if he slept at all but then again, you can hardly think when crawling is lapping at your quivering pussy as if it's the best meal that he's had in decades. His wet tongue sliding between your velvety soft folds, his nose nudging at your puffy clit. "Crawling, it's 6 am–" you let out a hiss when his tongue manages to find your soft bundle of nerves. Your head falls back against the pillow, sleepily. This was certainly a way to be woken up. Honestly, you teach a dog a new trick and they abuse it to death.

His arms wrap around your thighs, hooking them open so you can't close them. His silky black locks cascading over his face and shoulders. You arch when his tongue slips into your hole, whimpering. He's insatiable, always pawing at your legs and asking if he can eat you out. You've denied him up untill this point in which you can't deny him any longer. You should've expected that at some pointed, he'd try and pull something like this. But at least you're awake for work. Your hips stutter as you feel your orgasm approaching, innards coiling and bubbling hotly. All you can do is chew your lower lip and submit to his whims. Tries to use his gown for aftercare.

MR. SILVAIR is undoubtedly one of most sadistic of the bunch. He doesn't let you have it as easily as Mr. Crawling. No, he wants you to beg for it and even then, he doesn't quite show any mercy. He'll lay you back on one of his beds and sit beside your naked figure. Two of his slender and long fingers pushing into your wet heat, pads pressing into your soft walls. He traces patterns, memorizing every bump and ridge, ever spot that makes you keen and buck with want. He doesn't need sight to know that you're making the cutest expression right now. His fingers scissor, stretching your walls with intentions of preparing you for himself.

"Still." He whispers, focusing on finding the spot that'll have you seeing stars and it doesn't take long for him to find it. Neither does it take long for him to abuse it. Grinding his digits down against that sensitive spot until your clawing at his arms for a moment of respite amidst the agonizing pleasure. "Wait, j-just let me–" You're sharply cut off when you feel his fingers curl against that sweet ridge that elicts a stuttery cry from your lips. He simply chuckles, his lips curl triumphantly as he repeats the motion untill your soft pussy is gushing around his slick fingers.

Mr. Silvair is a big creature. Unlike Mr. Crawling, he knows his weight and doesn't want to risk crushing you, so this is a case where you find yourself atop of him. His large hands gripping your thighs as he grinds his cock upwards, stretching your straining hole. He hears the way your breathing is doubled and labored, your nails clawing at his arms, chest or whatever you can anchor yourself on. You meet him, teary-eyed as you push down against his large cock. "Ok?" His silky deep voice murmurs, but you know him well and you know that him asking that is less genuine and more mocking. You can't find the energy to reply with anything more than a weepy whine.

a sudden, particularly deep stroke causes the tip of his thick length to drag along your walls. It's enough to send you over the edges mewling as your pussy clamps down onto his cock as you cum. He can't help but bully you, not when your so cute and compliant. All for him. He'll continue to fuck you through your orgasm untill your starting to get a little overstimulated and even then, he'll continue to roll his hips as you flinch and whine whenever he even grazes your hypersensitive nub. Decent enough to get you a towel for aftercare.

MR. MACHETE is actually the meanest of the bunch because when he fucks you, there isn't a single thought in his head. He's selfishly chasing his own orgasm. He's definitely more of a backshot type of person, will kill Mr. Big face times and times over just to be able to slide his large cock into your pussy from behind. His hands gripping your hips as he bends you over a surface to violently pound into your sobbing cunt. You can barely move underneath his gigantic form, all you can do is snivel and whimper as your sticky walls are split open from how rough he barrels his cock into you. He's a fiend and finds himself rewarding his successful kills with your tight cunt.

His hands will occasionally grope and squeeze at your thighs or ass because he likes the noise you make when he surprises you. If he's feeling particularly euphoric than he'll land a strike on your ass cheek. "Weak." He'll snarl in your ear with a malevolent smile on his lips. He's so fucking brutish, you're coming out of this either paralyzed or lightly bruished and with him his hips are ramming against you, it's way too early to tell.

MR. MACHETE likes a fight. He loves, literally fucking loves wrestling you for a spot between your legs. Don't take this in a non-con way, because he doesn't force himself on you, but he does enjoy winning when you try to resist him a little. Perhaps, he's initiating in a very open space and your trying to convince him to let you find a room first? Oh, yeah. The feeling of overpowering you goes straight to his cock. The moment you finally give in causes his cock to chub against the fabric around his waist. Good luck getting him off you once you let him inside. He gets distinctively belligerent with other monsters when he's sheathed inside of your cunt.

As if it's their fault for his lack of surrounding awareness. You're beyond embarrassed when Mr. Crawling finally finds you locked in a mating press with him because he doesn't know the definition of "get a room." The amount of times other creatures have walked in on you and you've had to stop him from hurling his weapon at them while also trying to stay clearheaded because of how deep his chub is buried inside you feels like an achievement to be proud of. Because it happens, a lot. Doesn't do any sort of aftercare, pulls out and continues life.

MR. HOOD isn't like the animals stated above. He's not a fucking fiend who just pounces on you any kind of way, whenever he wants and because he feels like it. He actually feels like a softer dom, based off how he treats you in the game. He's literally so careful with you. Does the most prep because he doesn't want to hurt you, he's very open-opinionated in which, he will ask when or if you're ready rather than simply assuming it. He's also very patient and doesn't mind doing it the right way. He'll start with his fingers, fingering your wet hole while his thumb focuses on pressuring your clit. He has a small, noticeable obsession with feeling the way your clit puffs up and your cunt begins to get wetter. Don't shame him for it.

You can't help but melt when one of his hands cradle your face while the other open squeezing your doughy thigh and keeps it open for him to slowly push the head of his slick cock into your pussy. He pauses, watching for any signs of pain or discomfort then proceeds to slow and careful inch himself deeper. He has enough self control to not just slam into you.. yet.

MR. HOOD doesn't make a lot of noise during sex. He doesn't growl or snarl like Machete, or hum like Silvair and neither does he doggy pant like Crawling. He doesn't make much noise, and even when he does, your ears have to be tuned in enough to hear it. Each dip into your pussy elicts a soft breath from him. He'll rub his fingers through your folds to find your clit and lightly pinch it. He feels very experimental, because this is definitely more of an act of service towards you rather than an indulgence for him. Not to say it doesn't feel good because it does.

He's holding onto to such little restrain, trying hard not to just push you thighs to your knees and grind his cock into your pussy any which way. No, he's better than that. But, if you give him permission to be a bit rougher than he'll indulge without hesitation. He'll start to breath heavier as he rolls his hips against your more deliberately. He'll go deeper, plunging himself into your messy hole untill your babbling for him to be gentler. Better than everyone at aftercare, actually helps you.

MR. STITCH is actually as evil as a dom can be. His whims are literally his leash. He will grope, suck, fuck, pinch, bite and strike you as he pleases. You're not coming out of this unscathed. Half of the warning tags above are just him ALONE. He's so bratty and entitled, hates when you fight back or try to top him because he's delusionally inclined to dominate you and use you as a ragdoll. Similar to Mr. Crawling, he doesn't thrust but rather rut into you. He's more speed than strength, so his chubbed dick is sliding into your velvety delicate cunt frantically. He pins you on your back with one hand gripping both of your hands and his other one tugging your nipples, flicking your clit, pinching your thigh.

Laughs at you when you weep about how rough that he's being. He's so fucking mean, he'll bring you to edge of a climax and pull out and force your climax to fade. Ruins at least 4 orgasms for you before you finally get to cum. Don't bother begging because that doesn't work on him.

MR. STITCH is very messy. Call him Mr. Freaky because he'll cum on the folds of your drooling pussy and smear it without a care in the world of if your overstimulated or exhausted. He'll beg to cum on your tits and do it before you can even answer. He'll cum between your tight walls and throw a fit if you try to get clean yourself out. He's so annoying but you can't help loving him. Loves the way you yelp or whine when he bites your nipples, it isn't terribly hard but it Is VERY unexpected. Gives you trust issues because you never know what he's about to do next. Put him under a microscope and study him, please. Because he's a new species of BRAT.

You have to be a serious masochist to enjoy what this freak is dishing out. He's such a sick and twisted freak, I need him. if you aren't wet enough for him then he'll spread your folds and spit on your clenching hole, uses his fingers to spread it. Don't let his head between your legs, he'll nip at your bed. His aftercare is nonexistent, probably THROWS the towel at you. He's so evil, bro fuck this guy. I hate this guy. (I need him.)

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