#mr.crawling x reader

[sweetypouch]

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.

[scribbleqt]

APSKDNSKS

THIS IS SO CUTE 🥰😭💀

Intro to Mr. Crawling x Reader One-Shots

Fluff (^・ω・^ )

Mr. Crawling is devoted to your every needs, even if he is unaware of how humans work, especially human girls. So, when reader gets her period Mr. Crawling gets worried and is immediately at your side.

A heavy sigh leaves you lips, the sight of blood on your underwear disappointing you. You didn't think you were going to get your period this early, a week was a little extreme, for you anyway.

Unfortunately, you weren't prepared for such an in convince and you didn't have an extra pair of undies with you, so you had to waddle back across the hall and into your room. It was still pretty early in the morning, so hopefully Mr. Crawling wasn't up yet.

You opened the bathroom door quietly, dirty underwear in hand, as you quickly made your way back into your room. You were on your way back to the bathroom when your eyes landed on Mr. Crawling looking scared.

"Mr. Crawling?" You asked nervously, waiting for him to give you the usual short responses he always did. But he instinctively crawled quickly to you, not even paying mind that your bottom half was completely exposed and bleeding onto the floor.

"You... okay? blood..." You nodded, squeezing your new clean pair of panties in your hand. How were you going to explain to him about periods?

"Pain?" Was his next question, and sadly you had to nod. You did suffer from cramps every month, they weren't extreme, but they were pleasant either. "Naked?" You blushed. "Shh! Mr. Crawling!" You scolded him even though he was right.

"Follow." You slid past him, and he followed like he always did. You opened the door under the sink, moving stuff around before finding your pads. You tugged one out and showed it to him.

Then you motioned to your underwear, a bright pink staining your cheeks. Even though this was embarrassing for you, Mr. Crawling didn't care, he was way more focused on your health then your bare core to him.

I wonder if he knows what the term "diaper" means? You wondered to yourself. "Coverage?" You asked him, seeing if he understood what that meant.

He then pointed to the opened pad and your panties. "Coverage? It covers?" You nodded eagerly. "Why?" Then you pointed to the blood on the floor. "Bleeding. Normal. Me." He tilted his head. "Woman. Normal."

You smiled, he was understanding you quickly. You then proceeded to press the pad to your undies, letting it stick. After sliding them on, you quickly cleaned the blood off the floor, before sitting down with Mr. Crawling.

You couldn't just half explain everything. He now knows partially why you were sticking the long strip of cotton onto your panties. But he needed to understand the main part.

You pressed your hands to your stomach. "Organs?" He nodded, pressing his hands over yours. "Mine, slightly different." He hummed, waiting for you to contiue.

"Reproduction. Me. Can reproduce." You could see a faint tint of pink on his cheeks. He was blushing... cute! So, he knows what reproducing is, interesting.

"Babies?" You nodded, biting your lip before continuing. "When bleed. Not reproducing. No babies." He nodded, sitting back on the balls of his feet. You then pointed at yourself. "Okay. I'm okay." He clapped his hands happily, relieved to learn you were gonna be okay.

You wondered if he could or did understand time, and how months and years worked. You considered teaching him about it but at the moment you were happy he understood what you had just told him.

A cramp hit you and you whimpered, Mr. Crawling reaching out and patting your head. "Pain still?" You nodded. "Normal." You replied, before the two of you made your way to your room.

You quickly crawled under your blankets, Mr. Crawling laying closely beside you. He never got to close unless you gave him permission. he practically curled up beside your mattress, his eyes never leaving your tired form.

You were going to go back to sleep, the pain from your period unexpectedly hitting you had woken you up way earlier than normal. You were exhausted and now sore. You craved warmth. So, you patted the spot beside you, watching as Mr. Crawling face lit up.

He quickly crawled to your side, curling up close to your side. Your eyelids fluttered shut moments late and you fell asleep.

Sorry if the way I see Mr. Crawling is a little confusing. I want to write head cannons for him, so if y'all' have any ideas or feel a certain way about how he is let me know. :)

[satori-runa]

—My favourite type

Summary: Mr Crawling learns about kisses and gets used to their different meanings.

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, romance

Words: 0,9k

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Mr. Crawling doesn’t fully understand human affection, but he’s managed to grasp one thing: you like to press your lips against his cold ones.

It confused him at first—and perhaps it still does—but if it makes you happy, he’s content to let you continue. In fact, he’s come to appreciate every kiss and has even learned to mimic the gesture, giving you kisses in return.

Kisses on the cheek, for example. They’re quick and fleeting, yet they leave a warmth he cherishes deeply. Afterward, he’ll often refuse to wash his face, touching his cheek repeatedly as if to hold onto the sensation. You usually kiss him on the cheek when you’re leaving for school or work, and to him, it’s like an unspoken promise that you’ll always return.

When you kiss his forehead, he takes it as a gesture of apology or reassurance. It’s your way of silently telling him that everything will be okay. These kisses are reserved for moments when he feels down, and he loves the way you stroke his hair before pressing your lips gently against his forehead. It soothes him in ways words never could.

Then there are the kisses on his hands—quick, yet deeply meaningful. His hands are rough and scarred from crawling, but you don’t seem to mind. You kiss them while cuddling, as if to silently say you love and accept every part of him. It makes him giggle softly, a sound that’s both rare and endearing.

Kisses on the lips are still the most mysterious to Mr. Crawling. He doesn’t quite understand the meaning behind them, but he knows how much they mean to you. The first time you kissed him, he froze, unsure of how to react. His lips, perpetually cold, didn’t seem like they would bring you any comfort, yet you smiled so warmly afterward that he couldn’t find it in himself to question it.

Over time, he began to enjoy these moments, even if he didn’t fully comprehend them. Your kisses on the lips are slow and tender, carrying emotions he can’t put into words. They make him feel connected to you in a way that’s both thrilling and unfamiliar. Sometimes, he even leans in first, mimicking your gestures as best as he can, pressing his lips against yours in his own awkward but endearing way.

He’s noticed how these kisses make your eyes soften and how they often end with your laughter or a whispered confession of love. While the meaning behind them may remain a mystery to him, the happiness they bring you is enough for Mr. Crawling to adore them. They’ve become a part of his world, a small but precious ritual he wouldn’t trade for anything.

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The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the dim lamp casting a warm glow over the space. Mr. Crawling sat beside you, his posture stiff but his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sent heat creeping up your neck. He had always been awkward when it came to intimacy, unsure of what to do or how to navigate the nuances of affection, but tonight, something felt different.

“You’re staring,” you teased softly, a smile tugging at your lips.

“You pretty.” he replied, his tone as measured as ever, though the faintest flicker of something—curiosity? longing?—danced in facial expression.

Leaning in, you cupped his face gently, your thumb brushing over the cool, smooth planes of his cheek. “Do you trust me?”

He giggled, the movement bubbly but sure, and it was all the permission you needed. Slowly, your lips met his—softly at first, a tentative touch that carried all the patience in the world. His breath hitched, and you felt the slightest tremor run through him, a clear sign of his inexperience, but he didn’t pull away.

Instead, he leaned into you, his hands eagerly finding their way to your waist. His touch was claiming, almost posessive, as if afraid he won't be able to feel you after pulling away. You deepened the kiss, your lips moving against his with a tenderness that coaxed him to relax, to follow your lead.

When you finally pulled back, his expression was a mix of happiness and confusion, his lips slightly parted as if still processing what had just happened. “Mouth…?” he began, his voice uncharacteristically unsteady.

“That was just the beginning.” you murmured, your fingers trailing down to his collarbone, where you placed another kiss, slow and deliberate. His breath hitched again, and this time, his hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer.

You continued, your lips exploring the curve of his neck, the sharp edge of his jawline, and every inch of him that seemed to call out for attention. Each kiss was a silent promise, a wordless declaration of how deeply you cherished him. And though he couldn’t fully articulate it, his responses—soft gasps, trembling hands, the way he tilted his head to give you more access—told you everything you needed to know.

“You warm,” he whispered at one point, his voice barely audible, as if he were afraid speaking too loudly might shatter the moment.

“And you’re perfect,” you replied, your words pressed against the cool skin of his neck before your lips found his again. This time, he was the one to lean in first, his movements still hesitant but filled with a quiet determination that made your heart ache with affection.

[kanroji-san]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride.

[straykidsnerd255]

May I request something fluffy for Mr Silvair from Homicipher x F!reader? Perhaps after bringing him home with us instead of crawling? ⌯'▾'⌯There’s barely any fics of him I’ll take anything I can have of that fine ass man atp😓

Of course, you can! Mr Silvair does need some more fics about him. He for sure is a fine ass man! Enjoy! FYI, the monsters can speak the same language as the reader

Word Count: 1346

You didn’t want to leave him. You couldn’t leave him. Not when he made your heart flutter. Not when he made you smile so wide that your face began to hurt. Not when he made your aches and pains disappear because he cared and wanted you healthy. You couldn’t bear to leave him when he had been there for you. When he took you into his arms and held you as you cried. Pressed kisses to your face to see the smile on your lips. When he cuddled you on days you felt like you had nobody. You couldn’t bear to leave him in such a filthy dingy apartment. You couldn’t bear to leave him alone. You just couldn’t. 

Taking his hand in yours, you gently pulled him towards the elevator, a look of pure hope shining in your eyes. The look in your eyes begging him to follow you. Begging him to stay by your side. Mr. Silvair gave in and followed you home. He knew he needed your presence to stay sain. He knew he would need you in his life, to hold you, feel your body against his, to kiss you, run his fingers through our hair, to cuddle you. He knew he needed it, so he followed you. He would follow you to the ends of the earth if that's what it took. Mr. Silvair was smitten with you. He won’t say it to you straight forward but there would be signs. 

You want your favorite breakfast in the morning? Mr. Silvair is already making it for you.

You want to go shopping? He’s already putting his shoes on and a jacket to go with you. He won’t let you go alone. You already did that enough. 

Just want to go on a walk around the park and talk about your day? What work was like? How school was going? Mr. Silvair is already making a picnic to take with you, nodding to everything you say. School clicks making fun of you and saying you will never have a boyfriend? Mr. Silvair will be waiting at the entrance of the school, a bright smile on his face, his hair tied up nicely, and a small gift box in his hand. When you come into view, and he hears your voice, is immediately wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him, pressing his lips against yours, and smiling softly as you curl in close to him. 

The girls that made fun of you would be taken back by the handsome man before them, but wouldn’t say anything because that same man would look at them with a harsh glare, making a shiver run down their spines. They immediately run away, never bothering you again after realizing that your boyfriend could harm them if he wanted to. You were always looking forward to the end of the day when Silvair would be waiting at the front gates for you. On days that you were feeling sad or nothing was going right, you knew Silvair would be there. He would hold you in his arms and gently pet your hair as he whispered what he loved about you. 

When Silvair was given the opportunity to use his knowledge as a doctor, you encouraged him to take it. You loved watching him at work. Watching as his brows furrowed in concentration as the other doctors told him what was going on and what they wanted to do. He would immediately tell them a different route that gave them 100 percent accuracy and they took his direction without hesitation. After long hours whether at a Doctor’s office or ER, Silvair just wanted to curl up into your chest and sleep. Yes, this 8 foot something man would crave your cuddles and beg for them on a daily bases.

One afternoon, when both you and Silvair had nothing to do, you decided to go to a cafe that you had seen one day on a little outting Silvair had taken you on. While there, Silvair found a somewhat secluded spot and you went to take both his and your order. When returning to your seat with your drink and his drink, you saw a group of girls trying to ask him out, but he refused to even speak to them, making you giggle. When he sensed your presence, he grinned and held his hand out for your hand. The girls scoffed before one made a comment of being a better choice and Silvair frowned. 

“Who are you to say my girlfriend is not the prettiest. From what I hear, you sound pretty ugly and I wouldn’t want to date someone like you.” He hissed, narrowing his eyes causing the girls to immediately scatter. He sighed before turning to you and leaning down, pressing a kiss to your cheek and apologising for what those girls said to you. You smiled and took his free, non drink occupied hand and giggled. “It was kinda funny watching them try desperately to get your attention though. “I will only talk to you. You are my lovely girlfriend after all. Perhaps, even my wife one day?” He asked, waiting for your response. 

You felt your face heat up but you couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past your lips. “I would love to be your wife one day Mr. Silvair.” You said, watching him turn to the other way, covering his mouth. You knew he would be blushing so badly but since he is twice your size, you couldn’t really see his face after he turned away. The walk back to your apartment was filled with chatter, and laughter. Mr. Silvair is a gentlemen. You can not fight him when he wants to do things for you. He will carry you if he can see and sense that you are starting to get tired of walking. To others, it may seem like you are spoiled, but its Mr. Silvair’s love language. 

He loves to help others. Especially his girlfriend. The girl that brought him out of that dank cursed apartment where he swore he would live the rest of his life in. He remembers the very moment you held your hand out to him and asked him to come home with you. He would never forget the feeling that blossomed in his chest that day. He knew Mr. Chopped would be upset but he needed to leave with you. He couldn’t bear the idea of not being with you. If Mr. Silvair was being honest, he would say that going shopping with you was his favorite thing to do. 

He loved watching you walk out of the dressing room and different styled dresses. Giving his opinion when the worker told him in detail what the dress looked like. The reason you and Mr. Silvair were out looking at dresses was because one of the girls that used to make fun of you (Who still tries to make fun of you back can’t to your face) gave you a invitation to her wedding knowing that you would make a fool of yourself because you didn’t have the kind of dress that girl required for her wedding attendance. Mr. Silvair would have none of that. He took you to the fanciest dress shop and asked the attendant to help you find the perfect dress. 

After finding the perfect dress, you and Mr. Silvair returned home, exhausted and ready to sleep. You went to your shared room and grabbed some pj’s from the dresser and walked into the bathroom to change. Mr. Silvair did the same but in the bedroom, quickly changing into sleep wear and climbing into bed. You soon emerged from the bathroom, dressed for bed, your eyes trying desperately to stay open long enough for you to make it back to bed. When you finally laid down, you curled up next to Mr. Silvair who gently wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. You made the right decision in bringing Mr. Silvair home. He was your home.

[mrsshabana]

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐫. 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 :･ﾟ✧

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Mr. Crawling x gender!neutral!reader, MDNI, nudity, fluff, suggestive but no smut ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.5k words. Mr. Crawling is so cute, I just had to write a fic where we take care of him. He deserves it (╥ ‸ ╥)

He followed you like a lost puppy.

The entity that clung to you like his life depended on it, refusing to return to the world in which he came from. His intentions aren't clear, but he isn't causing any harm so you had no issue with him sticking around.

Mr. Crawling was what you called him. He spoke a strange language you couldn't understand at first, but after spending so much time with him you picked it up after a while.

When you get home from work he's always so excited to see you, chirping excitedly and grinning widely at the sight of his favorite human.

As soon as you arrive he sticks to you like glue, watching you as you do mundane tasks or relax around the house.

Tonight you were making spaghetti, and Mr. Crawling seemed extra intrigued by you cooking the dish.

He peers up at the stovetop, watching as you heat up the tomato sauce. His curiosity gets the best of him as he tries to get a better view, he bumps into you. Causing the red sauce to topple over and spill all over him.

"Mr.Crawling!" you shout, "I'm so sorry!"

He just smiles and licks the sauce off of his face. Seemingly not affected by the hot temperature or the fact that it has splattered all over his clothes.

"You ok?" you ask in his language.

"Me surprise! Saturate clothes, hair, body!" he says between giggles.

You're glad he finds it funny and he's not upset. You don't know what you'd do if you ever saw Mr. Crawling cry.

But he's right, he's completely covered in sauce and his clothes will need to be washed right away.

You kneel down to his level and wipe away the excess sauce with a paper towel, "Me take care of you."

"Me grateful," he smiles wide, leaning into your touch as you clean him off.

You know this won't be enough though, he needs a bath. But you feel slightly awkward giving him one. Not that you mind caring for him, but as far as you know there isn't a word for bath or clean in his language so you don't know how to ask him if he's okay with it. And the thought of seeing Mr. Crawling naked... well you've never really considered it before. But thinking about it makes your cheeks redden and your body heat up.

First things first, after cleaning the chunks of tomato you take his hand and lead him into the bathroom before you try explaining to him.

"Um... Mr. Crawling," you mumble, "Me change you clothes. Water container. You give clothes?" You try to explain it to the best of your ability as you hold out your hand.

"Saturate clothes, water correct! Me give," he nods and takes off his clothes.

There's no embarrassment or shyness evident as he removes his clothes. Mr. Crawling is either just too innocent, or he's just so comfortable around you that he knows he has nothing to be shy or embarrassed about.

You try not to look at his body as you take his clothes. Hurried walking to the laundry room and shoving them into the machine at a rushed pace.

You know he's waiting patiently for you to return and give him his bath but you have to try to calm down first! Your creepy cute ghostly roommate is naked in your bathroom right now and you're freaking out!

Mr. Crawling may act like a pet, but this isn't like giving your dog a bath or something! Maybe it feels so strange because your relationship with Mr. Crawling isn't well-defined.

He's obviously obsessed with you and adores you in every way, but is it romantic? You aren't sure...

However, you do feel confident that Mr. Crawling wouldn't say no to being in a romantic relationship with you if you asked. Judging by how he constantly craves your affection, touch, and attention - he'd probably love it.

And you'd be lying to yourself if you ignored the feelings you had for him. Sure he's not human, but he's so sweet and genuinely cares about you.

Before you met him sometimes you felt like if you disappeared no one would care. You felt insignificant in the grand scheme of things. On lonely nights you'd question why you're even here at all. Is there even a point?

But Mr. Crawling changed all of that.

When you leave, you know Mr. Crawling is always waiting in front of the door for you to return. No matter how long it took, even if it was 100 years, he would still wait for you.

He makes you feel important for the first time in your life. Like if something happened to you he wouldn't rest until he was able to have you again - even if he spent eternity searching for you. He wouldn't stop looking for his favorite human. That's how much you mean to him.

And if that's not the definition of love then you don't know what is. Because it's obvious that Mr. Crawling loves you, and honestly you love him too.

"Mr. Crawling..." you whisper as you walk into the bathroom again.

He turns and makes that high-pitched sound he makes when he's happy.

"Water container, correct," you say, patting his head as you start the faucet.

"Me go into?" he tilts his head to the side, not sure what to do. The gesture is cute and makes you smile.

You nod, "You go into container."

Even though he's never had a bath before, he trusts you and gets into the tub. Watching in awe as his long hair floats to the surface, creating long black streaks within the water.

You can't help but blush as you look at his body. Never had you expected him to be so toned under his loose-fitting clothes. Especially his chest and arms. But it makes sense, he crawls around all day so his upper body strength has to be good, right?

Now that you're seeing him like this, you can't help but notice how long his legs are too. You've never actually seen him stand so it never occurred to you how tall he could be. Judging by how he fits into the tub, he must be taller than any person you've ever met before.

Imagine if he stood up like this...

Your thoughts drift and you get distracted, accidentally pouring loads of bubble bath into the tub instead of just a tad to keep him occupied.

"Fun! Fun!" He shouts excitedly as the tub fills with foaming bubbles, completely covering his body and overflowing from the tub.

"Shit!" you say under your breath, cursing yourself for letting those perverted thoughts sneak into your head. You can't stay mad though as you watch him giggle and play with the bubbles. Why does he have to be so freaking cute?

As he has the time of his life, you dig through the bubbles to clean him. Starting with his body and finishing with his hair. Taking over an hour to wash his hair alone.

As you clean his hair he experiments with these fluffy white things he's never seen before. Curiously eating them, sculpting them with his hands, and even putting them on you. He takes a clump of bubbles and forms them into cat ears on the top of your head.

"You cute!" he shouts excitedly.

You smile and do the same for him, "You cute!"

"We cute together!!" he smiles, having the funnest time with you.

Finally, once he's been all cleaned you help him dry off as he sits on your bathroom floor, watching curiously as the bubbles get sucked down the drain.

His clothes aren't quite done yet so in the meantime you let him wear an old pair of pajamas. They're pink Hello Kitty pajamas to be exact. Sure you had a plain black set that would do as well, but you just couldn't resist putting him in this. He looks so adorable as he crawls into the bed with you, laying on your lap as you brush his hair.

"Water container fun..." he mumbles on the edge of falling asleep, "Again again."

"Fun again," you smile, promising to give him another bath someday.

"Thank you," he nuzzles into you, "Me like you. Like you much..."

"Me like you much," you kiss the top of his head, "Me take care of you, you rest."

He doesn't want to sleep, he wants to stay up with you all night taking baths and playing with bubbles. But being in your embrace as you take care of him is just too much to resist. He hopes you'll do this again soon, or maybe you'll let him give you a bath and brush your hair next time.

He quickly drifts off to sleep, thinking about all of the fun things he wants to do with you. Meanwhile, you sit there and brush his long hair for another hour. Though you don't mind. Sitting here with him, brushing his hair as he sleeps on your lap, it doesn't get any better than this.

[eliasmelody]

Veiled Protector

Tag: [Mr.Gap, Mr.Silvair, Mr.Chopped, Mr.Hood, Mr.Crawling] x reader

INTRO:

Your life has been back almost normal—almost. Life settles into a routine: wake up, study, work, pass the time, go home, sleep. Moving away from your family helps keep them from worrying. It’s easier this way, keeping the truth hidden and living in quiet isolation.

Society wants to drag you down. But let's see who's really getting dragged.

You choose to take Mr.Crawling with you. But what about the others?

WARNING: blood, dark, bully, grammar & spelling

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ACT 1:

"Hurry up, dude!" One of the boys in your classmate whispered, glancing around nervously.

"I'm on it!" The other replied, smirking as he grabbed the pushpins from his pocket.

With quick, sneaky movements, they slipped the sharp pins into your shoes, then darted off to hide in a corner, trying to contain their laughter. The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and you stood up, oblivious to their prank.

But to their surprise, you just slipped the shoes on, acting like nothing had happened. No sign of pain, no flash of anger.

The next day, the boys were determined to get a reaction out of you. As soon as you walked into the classroom, they exchanged knowing glances and planned to snuck a few push pins into your shoes again. 

As one of the boys reached for your shoes, his fingers brushed against it for a second. Suddenly, he yelped in pain and dropped it, stumbling back with a sharp "Ahhh!"

"Dude, what the heck–" The other boy started to say, but his words caught in his throat. His eyes widened in shock as he saw his friend's hand covered in blood, multiple pushpins sticking out. The two stood frozen, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

His friend, still in shock, screamed and bolted out of the room, panic clear in his eyes. Without a second thought, he ran as fast as he could, not even bothering to look back.

The other boy’s face turned pale as he glanced down at the shoes, searching for any signs of pushpins or traps. But there was nothing, no sharp objects, no hidden danger. Just the shoes, looking completely normal. Hesitant, he reached down and picked them up again.

This time, something horrible happened.

As soon as his fingers touched the shoes, a cold shiver ran down his spine. From the darkness inside, two eerie eyes suddenly flashed open, staring directly at him. The pupils were unnaturally thin, glowing with an unsettling, otherworldly light.

A raspy voice suddenly came from the shoes, its tone low and twisted. The words it spoke were unintelligible, but they sent icy shivers crawling down his spine.

“G̷̢͕̻̫̹͈͛̾͊́̊ḯ̸̖̞̱̹͖̬̲̜̘̌͆̃̾̔́̽̈v̸͕̠͉̩͕͕̘̱̪̥̓ë̴͇̬̪̥́̌͂̓͠ͅ ̶͓̦́̒̋͛̊̚ḅ̴̧͓̻͔̹̱͉̔̌̈́ͅa̷̡̠̦̓̑́͋͑̑̕d̵̥̰̤͎̈̋̾̈̅̽͂͌͘͠ ̷̡̛̼͕͕͍̭̞̲̟̣̀̏̅́͐̈́͑͘ő̷̪͇̘̫̐̑͝b̵̯̣̳̺̜̬̙̒̈́̌̔͝j̴͓̞͈͈̺͉̪̤͍͂͆͋̃̐̾e̵̥͒͗̀̋c̸̻͓̥͇͆́̀̌t̷̢̰̆́̓͐?”

He froze, unable to make sense of the words coming from the shoes. His mind raced, but before he could say anything, something far worse happened. A cold, hand shot out from inside the shoes and latched onto his finger, its grip unyielding.

He gasped in shock as the hand tightened, crushing his finger with an unnatural strength. The pain was excruciating, and he tried to pull away, but the hand held firm.

“M̷̹̒̋̐͘e̴̼͑̅̒̇͛̚ͅ ̸͓͍̟̺̭̉͜͝t̵̼̼̫̊̽̊̿͝͝a̶̝̿̋̎̎͘k̸̢̛͇͖͓̤̩̠̰̮͊́̆̄͝ē̷̢̹̓̈́̀͌͊̀̕͜͠ ̸̙̃̒̈͗͊̒͜f̷͙̦͉̪̼͛̋̊̆̄i̷͈͚͇̟͇̼͈̾̍̿̕n̷̢̧̲͉̰̞̋̔̿̏̽̆̕͘͠ĝ̷̨̻͔̙̪̠̥̘͛̽̇̑̆͋̽̔̕e̵̲̰̞̐̾̈́͌͋͊͌̔͠r̵̤͉̖̲̗̞̔s̴̹͙̲̙̱̳̫̞͛̿̾̈́̕”

Just as he thought his finger was about to be ripped off, a familiar laugh suddenly rang out, so close it startled him. It was your laugh. The creature in the shoes quickly retreated, vanishing back into the darkness from which it came.

The boy stood frozen, confused and shaken, as the shoes lay still, as if nothing had happened. His finger throbbed painfully, but the tension in the air had disappeared as quickly as it came. 

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You walked back after chatting with some friends, frowning as you saw your shoes just lying on the ground.

Huh? This isn't where i left it...

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ACT 2:

Every day, you double-check to make sure your apartment door is locked. Today is special so you decide to take Mr. Crawling with you to the mall. He follows along happily, his form bobbing beside you. Luckily, humans can’t see ghosts, so you don’t have to worry about anyone noticing. The only challenge is making sure you don’t look completely insane while talking to him.

Your apartment is decently tidy and cozy, the kind of place that feels comforting after a long day. The door creaks slightly open, and a stranger stands in the doorway, successfully working a lockpick.

The thief looks around, his eyes scanning the room for something valuable to steal. He’s so focused on his search, completely unaware of the growing presence in the room.

Then, without warning, a door opens behind him. The sound is sharp, jarring, breaking the silence. His body freezes, hand hovers over the drawer’s contents. It's dark in the apartment, and the thief can barely make out anything.

He moves around the apartment, his knife held tightly in his hand, scanning the shadows. Every creak of the floor makes him tense, eyes darting from one dark corner to the next. 

He’s certain there’s only one person living here, but the silence feels too thick, too unnatural. Taking slow, deliberate steps, checking behind the furniture, peering into each room. Something’s not right, but he can’t pinpoint what.

He peers under the sofa, his heart pounding, but finds nothing. Just dust and shadows. The apartment feels empty, but the unease lingers, as if someone—or somethung—is watching.

"H̴̛̪͓̠͈̭͊͒̀̒̓̒̿̄͠e̷̢͕͎̤͚̪̘̳̭͂̔̈̓̔͋͝l̴̙̣͓͈̜͉͚̄̀͋̾̏̓͜l̴̇̋̚ͅő̵̧̨͉͇̮͈̬͖̑̓̔͋͂̓̄͝"

Suddenly, a cheerful voice breaks the silence, and the thief freezes. His eyes widen, and his body tenses, a chill down his spine.

He looks up, his eyes widening in horror. On the sofa, there’s nothing but a ginger head, grinning up at him. The head tilts slightly, a playful smile stretching across its face as it stares directly at him.

"(Y/n) f̵̧̧̗̠̺͉̩̣̻̿͆͐̉̆̄͂r̷̖̆͒͊́ȋ̷̱̼̲͚̳̘̖̲̉̓͌̆̈́e̶̡̢̻̰̤͔͛̍̃͝n̷̨̨̛̮̣͓̻͎̰̖͇͑͐͌d̴̡͖͕̟̲͉͑̌̐͐̏̚?" It repeats cheerfully, its voice unsettling in the silence.

He screams, his heart racing, and stumbles backward, scrambling to put distance between himself and the unsettling sight. The head tilts again, confusion crossing its features.

"N̵̢̠̲͍͋̂̓͒͋̕͠o̷̧̲̥̩̻̙̦̓́͊̓͑̒̂͂̓͗t̸̢̖͈̠̻̯̠͓̃̈́̓͘̕ͅ ̴̧̡̥̫̻̞̤̪͍͙̌͌́̿͌͊̈͝f̶̧̗͔̫͈̤͍̌̓̒r̸̛̬̬̤̗͈̬̣ͅí̷̤̰̱͆̓́̉̓̍̕͠e̸̢͓̻̦͓̮̙̖͂͗͒̊n̵͍̔̑̓́̕̕d̴̺̱̞̗͙̝̩̓͐̈́͑̈̎͒̽̇͝? W̸̢̜̄̓̈́̄̍̾̕r̸̛̳̪͍̰̉̔̊̀̂͘͘͝ō̸̠͖͓͚̯͍͓͈̃͑̇̾̚̚ņ̵̩̣̬͓̦̐̚͜ģ̷̧̛̤͚͙̺̅̌͛̌̒?..."

It repeats, its smile slowly fading. The warmth in its voice starts to shift, a strange tension building in the room as the smile disappears completely.

His hands tremble as he grabs something nearby, a lamp, maybe, and hurls it at the head. The object crashes, but the head remains still, its vacant stare unblinking, as if unfazed by the chaos. The air grows colder, the silence thick with dread.

The head frowns, its smile now replaced by an angry scowl.

"U̵̼̼̮͇̦̝̓̈́n̶̛̰̹͎̦̘͉͈̫̣͊̓̎͂̀͘͜f̸͚̠̼̹̘̯̪̋̒͂͊̋͜͝r̶̺̞̮̯̦͇̹͙͇̘͛̏̋͂̈́͗̾̓̽͐ȉ̶̪̦̯̈́͝e̴̥̲͌̀̑̽͒̓̌͒̒n̷͔̥̬̼̥̤͆̀́́͊̿̈͝d̵̛̆̈́̇̿̌̈͜l̵̖̰͚̻͇̮̝̘͊̋̈́̈́̌͋̓̒̕͜͠ͅy̷͍͚̮͇̘͈͗̈́́͐͝?!" It says sharply, its voice now colder, more menacing.

Suddenly, the thief’s back hits something cold and solid. He slowly glances up in terror, his eyes widening as he meets the gaze of a creature towering over him—more than two meters tall, with long, white hair that seems to shimmer in the dim light. The creature looks down at him, its expression unreadable.

"Ḧ̵͍̬̮̫̠́̓͌̊̂̕͝ṵ̸̥̖̌̂̀͌̍̃̃m̵̭͙͈̰͔̼̊͒̃̊̿̈́̔́a̷̙̩̘̻̠̹̰̖̹̘̍̐n̶͍̾̃̈́̈́̐̈́̕?"

It asks in a low, almost curious tone, its voice echoing in the tense silence.

The head on the sofa snaps "U̵̼̼̮͇̦̝̓̈́n̶̛̰̹͎̦̘͉͈̫̣͊̓̎͂̀͘͜f̸͚̠̼̹̘̯̪̋̒͂͊̋͜͝r̶̺̞̮̯̦͇̹͙͇̘͛̏̋͂̈́͗̾̓̽͐ȉ̶̪̦̯̈́͝e̴̥̲͌̀̑̽͒̓̌͒̒n̷͔̥̬̼̥̤͆̀́́͊̿̈͝d̵̛̆̈́̇̿̌̈͜l̵̖̰͚̻͇̮̝̘͊̋̈́̈́̌͋̓̒̕͜͠ͅy̷͍͚̮͇̘͈͗̈́́͐͝! D̷̢̦̯͑̿͂́̎̏͛ã̸̭̮̮̻̫̣͙͍̈́̐̏͗̒̚̚͜͠͠n̸̢̧̼͔̣̫̼̿̓̒͐g̷̜̀̏͆̐͝e̴̮̰̭̭̼͛̀̓̆̐̊̏͗͘r̷̡̛̛̲̟̮̱͓̉͋̓̕̕!̶̧̙̭̬͋̋̽̿̕͝" 

The white-haired creature frowns. The atmosphere thickens with tension, the room feeling charged as the two figures seem to lock in some silent, unsettling exchange. 

The thief scrambles to his feet, knife trembling in his hand, but before he can react, the white-haired creature moves with terrifying speed. With a single swift motion, it knocks him over, sending him crashing to the floor. His knife clatters away, useless. The room spins as he struggles to get back up, but the creature looms over him, its cold, piercing eyes fixed on him with unspoken intent.

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After some hours outside, you come home and surprised to find the door unlocked. Your heart skips a beat as you step inside, scanning the apartment. Everything looks normal, nothing’s missing, nothing’s disturbed.

You frown and glance back at Mr. Crawling.

"M̸̮͚̬̮̙͐̊͋̃̿́́ẹ̵̢̛͈̪̤̓͊̿͋̋͐̃͒̚ͅ ̴̧̞̙͋n̷̠̜̤̫̰͓͐͗͋͂̀̈́̈̈́̕ͅö̷̖̯́̉͋̓͌̎͋̚͠ţ̴̠̰̯̜̖̬̑ͅ ̴̪̌̀l̴̙̿̀̌̉͛̍o̷̝̦̍̂̃͝ͅc̷͓͆̽̑̿͛͝k̷̛̛͖̮̲̈́̄̒̇ ̴̛̹̝̠͉̾̆̔̾͋̍͝͠d̷͙͙̙̭͓̈́̽͛̀̏̉͊̚ͅͅo̸̼̠͖̭̝̽̄̿̈́̏̀̚͝͝ͅͅo̸̯̞͇͌̍̔̈́͐͂̃͜ŗ̵̫̺̠̣͙̭̣̱̤̆̂̆?" You ask quietly.

Mr. Crawling shakes his head. A knot tightens in your stomach as you wonder. 

...

You didn’t notice the trail of blood leading to the balcony.

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ACT 3:

You can’t remember what just happened. For a moment, there’s a flash of light, a dizzying blur that takes away your sense of balance. 

Someone pushed you out of the sidewalk forcefully. The sound of laughter only proves it. The road stretches ahead, too dark to see clearly. You can hear the roar of the engine, but there’s no time to move, no time to think.

The world seems to slow down as the car barrels toward you, and panic surges through you.

BAM. 

The sound of a loud impact shatters the air, reverberating through your entire body. You’re standing there, untouched, as if time itself paused in disbelief. 

The car slams into a streetlight with a violent jolt, metal screeching as the light shatters into sparks. The glow flickers and sputters out, leaving the street even darker than before. You blink, confused, not sure if you’re dreaming or if you’re somehow, impossibly, unharmed.

The adrenaline finally crashes, and your legs give way beneath you, the shock overwhelming every sense in your body. Through the haze, you see a woman rushing toward you from the wrecked car, must be the driver.

"Oh god! Are you okay?" She asks, her voice full of panic and concern. Her face is etched with worry, her hands trembling as she crouches in front of you. You barely hear her words, still trying to process what just happened, what almost happened.

Before the woman can speak again, a deafening roar fills the air. The car, barely a few feet away, erupts in a violent explosion. Flames shoot into the sky, the shockwave throwing you both backward. 

You look up at the woman, her face pale with fear, still frozen in place, her hands covering her face instinctively.

Amid the smoke, you see someone–no, something–large and distant, watching you. Its form is vague, almost blending into the darkness, the hood obscures its face, but its presence is undeniable.. It observes you for a long moment, then, with a slow nod of satisfaction, turns and walks away, disappearing into the shadows. You’re left standing there, shaken, unsure of what just happened.

The blaring sound of the sirens fades into the background as you slip back home, unnoticed. By the time the ambulance and fire truck arrive, you’re already in the safety of your own walls, the chaos of last night feeling like a distant dream.

The next morning, you stretch your back, a dull ache reminding you of the shock you’d felt. You glance down at Mr. Crawling, who’ve been following you right when you wake up with a happy, almost expectant look. Setting a plate of raw meat for him, not forgetting a head pat.

You sit down, reach for the remote, hoping to distract yourself. But as the headlines load, your eyes catch something too familiar.

The screen shows the wrecked car, burned and mangled, and the reporter details more shocking news. They mention that something had pushed the car off its path, pointing to a hollow mark on the side of the door.

You frown at the new information, trying to make sense of it all. Mr. Crawling, however, seems to recognize something. He perks up, his tiny head tilting toward the TV.

H̷̛̝̭̓́e̶̼̪̤̬͈̙̖̽͒̿̎̕ ̷͙͇̬̲͎͖͙̙̬̪̍̈̔̎̈́͋̐̔h̶̝̭͍̹̥̬͓̦̽̊̿̿̋͜͠e̷̘̰͓͈̭̯͓̓̂̈̀̒̍̎͊͆͝ͅr̶̛̮͇͋̈́̆͆̇͒̀͜͠e̸̦̬̣̋̅͝

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I LOVE THIS GAME. Love hate relationship with the developer TvT, but i hope the creator rest well.

[cherie-doll]

"scary? my god you're divine"

mr. crawling x reader fluff hcs !!1

⪩⪨

he cares about others, maybe a little too much for his own good

his affections have no limits, he doesn’t know how to measure so he can only rely on observing and understanding

which is why even though you hit him with the crowbar the first time you met he didn’t get upset he understood he scared you and backed away

until he knew you’d need his help so he followed you

even if you choose to leave without him or roam the halls with someone else he can only hope he'll run into you again sometime in the future

his hair is so soft and silky you get the urge to just aggressively pat him, you tangle your fingers in his hair and give it a good rub, he enjoys it sm with a wide smile on his face as his head moves this way and that

if you brought him back to your world then you'd know how much he loves headbands, bows, clips and any hair accessory, you think he looks so huggable in them, so every time you go out to the mall you make sure to go to miniso to buy him new things for him to try out at home

yk those bean sprout hair clips? you impulsively bought a 100+ pack of them and you love clipping a bunch on top of his head

he's curious about everything, it may be annoying at times but he's always asking what you're doing, why you're doing it, what are you holding, what is it for?

the good thing is that he never holds prejudices or shows a negative demeanor towards things he hasn't tried yet, which is very good for introducing him to new things, it's what you love about him!!

if anything seeing his open disposition makes you less hesitant to things you might have been holding back on

you wonder if he ever misses the halls he used to endlessly roam before, and when you ask him it seems almost as if he's already forgotten about those days! he barely thinks about it anymore

you've got a pretty messed up sleep schedule, i mean you're a serial killer and you take care of your loveable ghost fulltime! your hands are full trying to maintain a sense of order, so mr.crawling waits up for you, he could stay up all night and he knows as soon as you walk through the door you'll drag your feet to your room and knock out on the bed

he'll crawl in after you and hold your body close to his, caressing your hair the same way you do to his in slow, calming ways that immediately make your tense body relax and get a more restful sleep

you two love rainy days, it means getting to stay home and enjoy each other's presence, crawling especially loves basking in your presence no matter what you decide to do, but he enjoys watching the rain through the window as he waits for you to return with his meal

and you'd do anything to hear his giggles arghhh-

[puppeat123]

Homicipher

Mr.Crawling ,Mr.Scarletella , Mr.Gap x GN reader

Trying to find lipsticks fluff ☁️

After a long day and pay day coming you decided to treat yourself and buy a lot of new make up. You couldn’t decide what lipsticks look best. So you decide to try them out with your fellow ghost partner.

Mr.Crawling:

At first he was confused at what you brought home. usually you bring some food home. But what are this new objects.

“Lipstick” sounded weird and looked funny. Is in fact not edible. :(

You put it on and the color appears on your face?? Very cool!

“This make me look pretty?” He always thinks you’re pretty! “Always pretty!” You look away from your mirror.

Then you tried another color! “This more pretty?” He was thought they both look beautiful on you. You giggle a little at his confusion.

You kiss him on the cheek with the lipstick. It seems it isn’t transfer proof as it claims.

You try another lipstick on. Another kiss on his nose. How can this claim their transfer proof if they still transfer!!

Many more lipsticks in different shades later and a Mr.crawling smitten after all the kisses later.

You laugh at how silly he looks and show him the mirror.

“Me many kisses you” you point out. He just giggles in adoration “many more me desire!”

Turns out it was transfer proof lipstick you just didn’t let it dry properly.

He has lipstick stains on his face even after removing the prints.

Loves ever second of attention from you.

Wants to return the favor and put lipstick to kiss you all over your face!

Mr.Scarletella

He sees you with a bag in hand. You pull out a tube. He usually seem you put it on after every body you dropped in his territory. But now he can see if up close

“Lipstick” you show him the tube. It’s the same color as his coat. He loves matching colors with you.

You put it on your lips “This make me pretty?” He nodded smiling seeing his color on you. “You pretty” You kiss his cheek leaving a red stain on his face. His eyes widening and a pink shade appearing in his face. He wants more!

“This more pretty me?” What are you talking about you’re always pretty? This man is down bad for you! “Always you pretty. Me not understand.” You laugh giving him another kiss on his forehead.

Conditioning him by accident. For ever you pretty a kiss with a different shade lipstick. His face was covered in kiss marks he loved ever second of it. You showed him his reflection. He loved it

Dose not want to take it off.

You kissed him. It’s showing your together. He likes you. You kissing and getting close is you two being together.

You end up taking the stains off unwilling to his dismay.

Every time he sees you pulling out lipstick he says “You pretty.” and waits for his kiss all while leaning down to you level.

His wrapped around your finger. Anything for a kiss. anything.

However don’t play with him he dose not like to be played around like that. He will stand on business.

Mr.Gap

He thinks it’s interesting. He has painted nails! He has been more times in the human world then another of the the other ghosts.

“This pretty?” You show him the color. He shrugs. He dosnt really care. “Can kiss you?”he doesn’t understand kisses; all he knows is that it makes him special. He likes to be special to you.

This man doesn’t understand or claims he doesn’t feel romance but also want to be special only to you. 

His just staring at you letting you perform the “kiss”

After the first kiss he stared at you and then disappears.

Comes back after a bit of time.

“Again” you do it again and he disappears

3-4 more times of the same thing before he stays there and lets you continue kissing his face all over

He says he doesn’t understand or maybe he doesn’t want to.

He just likes being special to you.

He is crusty will try his best to keep the lipstick marks. You will have to force him to remove them.

Will trade your stuff for a kiss, not often but will settle for a kiss if you don’t want to give your heart

Fair trades

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I hope yall enjoy! Ik it’s a bit OOC😔

[multisstuff]

Mr.crawling x gn!reader

Warning:none, just meeting him for the first time

You stand there in front of this ghost like man with long black hair and an eager grin. He looks happy but so so creepy the way he looks up at you as if he expects you to do something. It's even scarier since he kneels and crawled in front of you.

You're still unfamiliar with this place and have met monsters who want to harm you instantly upon laying their eyes on you.

But this one just sits on his knees and waits patiently. Your heart is beating, feeling still a bit scared, but as you try to communicate with him, he scoots a bit closer, which makes you take a step away from him.

He lets out a sound that reminds you of a whine and puts some distance between you and him as he starts pouting.

"Me no danger." He leans down on his forearms, making himself even smaller to signalling you that he means no harm.

"Me good, me like you." He nods eagerly and his voice softer than before as he lets out a whine again.

He reminds you of a hurt puppy who just wants to play but is often rejected by others. And you can't stop the thought that he actually looks very cute like this.

You look around again contemplating whether or not to trust him, an ally would be very helpful in this world plus you're still having trouble understanding the language so he'd probably be able to help you with that too.

But on the other side you'd be very vulnerable in his presence and it'd be easy for him to betray you.

As your head is steaming and trying to find the right solution to this situation, he slowly and silently crawls closer to your feet.

Only when his hands touch your ankles do you snap out of your head and look down in shock by his icy cold hands and closeness, ready to swing the crowbar at his head.

But he gently nuzzles his head against your leg and giggles seemingly happy to finally touch you, "pretty, you pretty," he chants happily.

And you don't have the heart to smack him away like this. Despite his appearance, he does have a very innocent behaviour and aura around him, which makes you sigh, and it seems like he decided that you two will stay together for now.

So you bring your hand down and gently pet his head, and surprisingly, his hair is so soft and silky to your touch.

XoXo <3

[sweetypouch]

Home Sweet Home

Mr. Crawling Hcs

Synopsis: Just you and him. A couple living their daily life together.

Spoilers!⚠️ From END04: Blissful Love Life

Incorrect grammar (?)

Mr. Crawling being a clingy baby

Fluff. Just pure fluff

Word count: 611

Living with him wasn't so bad at all, it was actually more lively. With him crawling around, following you like a baby who just learned how to move around, it was still nice that he kept on guarding you like some threat would just appear out of nowhere and attack you.

Well to be honest, he really is your baby. You thought it was a good idea to buy some stuff that'll help him adapt to a new life, from educational books—mostly books that are for little kids to help him learn about your language easily, to technology like phones and some other appliances used around your apartment that he doesn't have a single clue about. Sometimes he would just point at something and you'd immediately tell him what it is, just like he used to do to you back in his world.

It was like babysitting a child, except it never bothered you at all, you love taking care of him, it's the least you can do to repay him for his kindness and protection. After all, it's not possible to get back to your own world safely without his help.

Your apartment's kind of cramped, but he actually enjoys the limited space, because he can find you around the house very easily. He doesn't want you out of his sight, not even a second. Being a very curious creature that he is, it's not a surprise if you find him wandering around the kitchen, crawling around the living room, or even hiding in the bathroom.

Cuddles with him are a must, it's a part of your everyday life now and shouldn't be forgotten, or else he'd sulk in a corner or cry inside your closet, wondering if you dislike him. A clingy baby always need some hugs, so please do hug him before leaving the house.

Bathing him was very fun, he'd laugh a lot or even play with the foamy bubbles forming inside the tub. Sometimes you'd play with him, stacking up the foam on top of his head, and he would be amused, which you find really adorable. After it, the next thing you would do is to dry up his hair, which is kind of difficult because it's long and it's very time-consuming. Aside from that, you know he doesn't like someone touching or even fixing his hair, yet to him, you're the only exception. He trusts you very much, so it's completely okay for him if you want to style his hair, comb his hair, or even put cute hair clips around it. He loves seeing that smile on your face.

On rare occasions, you would try and convince him to walk rather than to crawl, you're kind of afraid people would assume you're treating him like a dog if he crawls around town with you. You wanted to take him on a date, maybe a picnic date would be nice, or maybe a walk in a park to let him enjoy the outside world even for a while.

He loves kissing you, you spoiled him a bit too much at that so it's technically your fault. As soon as you taught him about kissing as an alternative way of saying 'I love you', he immediately showers you with kisses all around your face, making you so flustered. You never saw this side of him before until now, and it leads to more curiosity about how does he really act when he loves someone.

Spending the night with him was always so cozy and comfortable, with you cuddled up to him, his arms wrapped tight around your body as he watched your sleeping figure first before finally closing his eyes.

And in the morning, it's always waking up with a smile, ready to experience another day having each other.

[myrequestblog]

Harry Potter characters X Homicipher!Reader X Homicipher characters

I know this wasn’t requested but I wanted to put it here anyway because I have no other place to put it.

Current characters:

Mr.Scarletella

Location: with you and most of the others, in the Ravenclaw dorm hallway

Platonic Affection level: 49%

Romantic Affection level: 14%

Friendship level: 13%

Thoughts: Interesting place. Me feel something different. Me don’t like.

Opinion on you: A pet, akin to a dog or cat for a human. Or a child who needs parenting and guidance

Emotion: Unsettled, restless

Special senses: High alert. He senses a… snake.

-

Mr.Crawling

Location: with you and most of the others, in the Ravenclaw dorm hallway

Platonic Affection level: 98%

Romantic Affection level: 52%

Friendship level: 89%

Thoughts: Hoping you safe. Hoping all safe.

Opinion on you: Best friend

Emotion: Relieved

-

Mr.Gap

Location: with you and most of the others, in the Ravenclaw dorm hallway, in a vent nearby

Platonic Affection level: 72%

Romantic Affection level: 23%

Friendship level: 56%

Thoughts: Many small place! Like! Like place!

Opinion on you: A good friend

Emotion: Content, confused

-

Mrs.Blue Clad

Location: with you and most of the others, in the Ravenclaw dorm hallway

Platonic Affection level: 85%

Romantic Affection level: 12%

Friendship level: 88%

Thoughts: All me parts here. This very good. Me not sad.

Opinion on you: A bestie

Emotion: Nervous

-

Mr.Silver Hair

Location: with you and most of the others, in the Ravenclaw dorm hallway

Platonic Affection level: 71%

Romantic Affection level: 20%

Friendship level: 59%

Thoughts: Head friend here. That good. All friends safe? All friends safe. Good.

Opinion on you: A friend of Mr. Head, so a friend of his

Emotion: Unsettled

-

Mr.Chopped Head

Location: with you and most of the others, in the Ravenclaw dorm hallway, in a bag on your back, taking a nap

Platonic Affection level: 93%

Romantic Affection level: 31%

Friendship level: 89%

Thoughts: Asleep

Opinion on you: A good friend, very helpful

Emotion: Dreaming sweetly

-

Mr.Machete

Location: with you and most of the others, in the Ravenclaw dorm hallway, hand with a death grip on your shoulder

Platonic Affection level: 71%

Romantic Affection level: 40%

Friendship level: 6%

Thoughts: Entertaining. Wait- where me tool? ME TOOL GONE?? NO!!

Opinion on you: Good entertainment

Emotion: Confused

-

Mrs.Bride

Location: wandering around scaring the poor students in the ravenclaw girl’s dorms

Platonic Affection level: 77%

Romantic Affection level: 26%

Friendship level: 32%

Thoughts: Anyone need new clothes? New dress?

Opinion on you: The best mannequin a ghost could ask for

Emotion: Excited

-

Mrs.Nurse

Location: with you and most of the others, in the Ravenclaw dorm hallway

Platonic Affection level: 46%

Romantic Affection level: 19%

Friendship level: 42%

Thoughts: All safe. All healthy. All good. Me happy.

Opinion on you: A good little patient. Very resilient and healthy

Emotion: Content, worried

-

Mr.Stitch

Location: with you and most of the others, in the Ravenclaw dorm hallway, on your back like a wounded soldier

Platonic Affection level: 19%

Romantic Affection level: 12%

Friendship level: 7%

Thoughts: Why me? Me not like be carry. It only way, me guess. Still not like.

Opinion on you: A human who shouldn’t be there in the first place

Emotion: Annoyed, frustrated, unsettled

-

Little Fuzzy Eyeball Dude

Location: with you and most of the others, in the Ravenclaw dorm hallway, in your pocket

Platonic Affection level: 82%

Friendship level: 91%

Opinion on you: You are its mother now. No ifs ands or buts. You don't have a choice in this one. I don’t care if he bit Mr.Head, he was starving. Besides, you’ve been feeding him so he doesn’t do that anymore.

Emotion: Content, cozy, happy

-

You

Location: with you and most of the others, in the Ravenclaw dorm hallway

Inventory: Crowbar, unnaturally bright lighter that seems to be infinite, pocket knife, hammer from Mr. Silver, cypher book with all translations, sunglasses, needle and white thread from Mrs. Bride, surprisingly clean bandages from Mrs. Nurse, weird (probably poisonous) pills from Mrs. Nurse, bag with padding for Mr. Head from Mr. Silver, John Doe (little fuzzy eyeball baby, name is a reference to the game), Mr. Stitched

Equipped: Crowbar, Mr. Stitched, raggedy dress from Mrs. Bride from when you almost got pulled into the water

Bag size: Backpack, carried on front because of Mr. Stitched

~~~~~

You look around nervously.

“Did it work?”

As the others look around and get their bearings, Mr.Scarletella comes up behind you, placing a firm hand on your shoulder. You jump at the sensation of a strong static electric current from his touch. You look up at him. It’s clear to see he looks agitated, even without seeing his eyes. His posture is stiff and he keeps twitching and glitching uncontrollably.

“💣︎♏︎ ♑︎□︎. 💣︎♏︎ ■︎□︎ ⬧︎⧫︎♋︎⍓︎.”

You nod. You can tell something is wrong, but you don’t ask what. Instead you ask:

“Where are you gonna go? How will I contact you? We might not be in my world. Whoever is here might be hostile.”

He pats your head softly.

“✡︎︎□︎︎◆︎︎ ♒︎︎♋︎︎❖︎︎♏︎︎ 💣︎︎❒︎︎.💧︎︎♓︎︎●︎︎❖︎︎♏︎❒︎ ♒︎♋︎♓︎❒︎ ♋︎︎■︎︎♎︎︎ 💣︎︎❒︎︎.👍︎︎❒︎︎♋︎︎⬥︎︎●︎︎♓︎︎■︎︎♑︎︎.”

You sigh.

“I’d still rather be able to get to you in case of an emergency. You’re the ringleader, after all.”

Scarletta chuckles, seemingly amused.

“❄︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ □︎■︎♏︎ ⬥︎♋︎⍓︎ ⧫︎□︎ ◻︎◆︎⧫︎ ♓︎⧫︎.”

He hands you a few little vials of red liquid.

“👌︎❒︎♏︎♋︎🙵 □︎■︎♏︎ ♌︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎●︎♏︎ ⧫︎□︎ ♍︎♋︎●︎●︎ ❍︎♏︎.” 

He pats your head.

“☝︎□︎□︎♎︎♌︎⍓︎♏︎.”

You grumble as he glitches away. You tuck the vials of red liquid carefully into your backpack's side pocket, making sure they won't break. With Mr.Scarletella gone, you feel the weight of responsibility settling on your shoulders. The stone walls of the hallway seem to loom closer, and somewhere in the distance, you can hear Mrs.Bride's excited chatter echoing from the girls' dorms.

"Okay, roll call," you announce, trying to sound more confident than you feel.

"Mr.Crawling?"

He shuffles closer, his movements jerky but purposeful.

"☟︎♏︎❒︎♏︎! 💣︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎! 💣︎♏︎ ⬥︎♋︎⧫︎♍︎♒︎ ♎︎□︎□︎❒︎ ♏︎■︎♎︎!"

His protective nature shows as he positions himself at the end of the hallway.

"Mr.Gap?"

You glance toward the nearest vent.

A cheerful tapping comes from inside, followed by his muffled voice.

"💣︎♋︎■︎⍓︎ ⧫︎◆︎■︎■︎♏︎●︎⬧︎ ♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎! ☹︎♓︎🙵♏︎ ❍︎♋︎⌘︎♏︎! 💣︎♏︎ ♏︎⌧︎◻︎��︎□︎❒︎♏︎ ⬧︎❍︎♋︎●︎●︎ ⬧︎◻︎♋︎♍︎♏︎⬧︎!"

"Just... don't go too far," you caution, then reach back to pat your bag.

"Mr.Chopped Head?"

A soft snore from your bag answers that question. You smile slightly – at least someone's relaxed in this situation.

"Mrs.Blue Clad?"

She steps forward, her form flickering slightly in the torch-lit hallway.

"✌︎●︎●︎ ◻︎♋︎❒︎⧫︎⬧︎ ♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎! 💣︎♏︎ ♍︎□︎◆︎■︎⧫︎♏︎♎︎ ⧫︎⬥︎♓︎♍︎♏︎!"

"Mr.Silver Hair?"

He's already standing at attention, his silvery form catching the light.

"☟︎♏︎❒︎♏︎. 😐︎♏︎♏︎◻︎ ☟︎♏︎♋︎♎︎ ♐︎❒︎♓︎♏︎■︎♎︎ ⬧︎♋︎♐︎♏︎. 😐︎♏︎♏︎◻︎ ♋︎●︎●︎ ⬧︎♋︎♐︎♏︎."

You shift uncomfortably under Mr.Stitch's weight on your back. No need to check for him – his constant grumbling about being carried is confirmation enough.

"Mrs.Nurse?"

"☟︎♏︎❒︎♏︎! ☠︎♏︎♏︎♎︎ ♍︎♒︎♏︎♍︎🙵 ♋︎●︎●︎✏︎ 💣︎♋︎■︎⍓︎ ■︎♏︎⬥︎ ♒︎◆︎❒︎⧫︎ ♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎!"

She's already eyeing everyone with professional concern, her medical bag clutched tightly.

”Mr.Machete?”

You get an annoyed snort in return.

You pat your pocket where John Doe, the fuzzy eyeball, is contentedly nestled. The little creature purrs softly at your touch.

"Mrs.Bride is..." you glance down the hallway where another shriek echoes, followed by what sounds like excited fashion advice. “...keeping herself busy."

Mr.Crawling moves closer to you, his concern evident.

”🕈︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ■︎□︎⬥︎? 🕈︎♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ♑︎□︎?"

You look around at your mismatched family of horror beings, all watching you expectantly. The crowbar feels heavy in your hand, and Mr.Stitch shifts impatiently on your back. Somewhere in this magical castle, there are wizards and witches who might not take kindly to your unusual group. And somewhere out there, Mr.Scarletella is investigating something that made him nervous enough to leave.

"Now," you say, gripping your crowbar tighter, "we need to- OOF-!”

You quickly run into something as you turn around. Something soft. You look up.

Tall.

He was very tall.

Thankfully, he also looked incredibly nice.

”Ay there! Don’t be runnin’ into people like that! You could get yerself hurt!”

[satori-runa]

—Santas little mess

Summary: You seem to get your present a bit early this year.

Tags: Established Relationship, slight fluff, smut, cunninglingus, 'shibari'/bondage, p in v, teasing

Words: 2,8k

— MINORS DO NOT INTERACT —

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

Your thoughts were a jumbled mess as you took in the sight before you. Mr Crawling sat in front of you in the living room, looking like a hot mess. His long black hair, usually untamed, had been neatly tied into a sleek ponytail that cascaded down his back, stray strands framing his sharp jawline. The gentle glow from the nearby Christmas lights danced over his exposed shoulder, the pale grey skin gleaming faintly under the warm hues.

But what truly stole your focus was the mischievous red ribbon that wound around him like a rope— giving you the display of a sinful allure. The ribbon clung to him like it had its own will, curling and tightening in ways that left little to the imagination. It coiled around his torso, pushing his shirt dangerously high, teasing glimpses of his toned abdomen. It slipped down his legs, the fabric of his clothes hitched up just enough to leave you wondering, craving to see more.

The way the ribbon wrapped around his chest was almost too much, emphasizing the way his muscles shifted with each subtle movement. The soft, glittering texture seemed to mold itself against him, drawing attention to every detail of his figure. And his arms, the ones you always glanced at, are tied on his back somehow, leaving him with no way to move.

A shiver ran down your spine as you took a shaky breath, your cheeks flushing hotter by the second. It felt like the universe had decided to reward you for all the stress this holiday season had thrown your way. Seeing Mr. Crawling tangled up like this, helplessly at the mercy of festive chaos, was a personal gift—one far better than anything that could be wrapped under a tree.

He didn’t make things any easier with the soft whining and restless squirming, his subtle cries for help sounding far too much like something more suggestive. The way his body arched slightly against the ribbon's grip only added to the sinful image before you, making it impossible to ignore the heat crawling up your neck.

“Hold still.” You said with a breathless laugh, your voice trembling despite your attempt to sound composed. You could feel the burn of a deep blush spreading across your cheeks as you reached for the ribbon, your fingers brushing against its glittering surface.

The moment you tugged gently on the red plastic, it obeyed your touch temporarily, sliding and curling around him as if it were alive. But just as you began to untangle him, the ribbon seemed to retaliate, tightening in another area of his body with wicked precision. A low, unrestrained moan escaped his lips, louder this time, and the sound sent a jolt of warmth straight through you. Your hands faltered for a moment as your gaze flicked to his flushed face, his expression glinting with a mixture of frustration and something far different that you couldn't name.

You knelt down, bringing yourself face-to-face with him, your hands fumbling with the tangled ribbon as you tried to free him once more. But every pull and adjustment seemed to elicit another soft gasp or moan, the ribbon tightening in ways that had an unintentional intimacy you couldn’t ignore.

A heat began to pool in your core, your breaths growing shallow as your gaze flickered over his trembling form. You could feel your panties dampening at the sight—his flushed face, the way his body shifted under the glittering red ribbon, and the soft, pleading sounds escaping his lips.

But it wasn’t just you. Crawling was visibly affected, too. Your eyes darted downward, catching sight of his bulge pressing insistently against the fabric of his clothes. The ribbon had framed it perfectly, curling around him as if it were teasing you both, like a gift begging to be unwrapped.

And how could you deny him? The need in his eyes, the way his body strained against the ribbon—it was impossible to resist. Your hands stilled for a moment as you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. “Maybe I should take my time unwrapping you.” You whispered, your voice laced with playful mischief.

His breath hitched at your words, his expression shifting to some flustered confusion as he didn't understand their meaning. The faint tremble in his body only spurred you on, your fingers ghosting over the taut ribbon that wrapped around his chest and thighs.

"You're awfully quiet now." You teased softly, your voice dripping with amusement. "Where's all that whining from earlier?"

Crawling turned his head slightly, his raven hair spilling over his flushed cheeks, but he couldn't hide the way his chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. He bit his lip, trying to stifle another sound as you gave a deliberate tug on the ribbon.

It shifted again, this time tightening against his hips, pressing against his growing arousal with maddening precision. A low, broken moan escaped him, his hands, still behind his back, clenched into fists as if he was trying to keep himself under control.

Your eyes lingered on the way the ribbon framed his body, accentuating every curve and edge. The thought of unwrapping him slowly, savoring every reaction, sent a shiver through you. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his jawline as your fingers played with the ribbon at his waist.

“You want stop?” You finally used your shared language, the foreign words rolled off your tongue easily this time.

The way his body tensed, the soft growl in his throat—it was all the answer you needed. You smiled, your fingers slipping under the edge of the ribbon as you began to peel it away, inch by tantalizing inch. The anticipation hung thick in the air, each moment stretching into eternity as you unraveled the beautiful chaos before you.

His breathing grew heavier with each deliberate pull of the ribbon, the tension between you almost suffocating. You relished the way his body reacted to your touch—subtle shivers, soft gasps, and the faintest twitch of his fingers as if he was fighting the urge to reach for you.

You tugged again, this time more firmly, and the ribbon slid free from his chest, revealing more of his pale, flushed skin. It pooled around his waist like a tempting frame, leaving just enough to stir your imagination further. Your hands moved with purpose, slowly unraveling the ribbon around his thighs, each shift making the fabric of his clothes ride higher, exposing more of the firm, defined muscles underneath.

Crawling’s voice broke the silence—a low, desperate call that sent heat coursing through you. “Do not stop...”

You met his face, his expression smoldering with frustration and need, and you couldn’t help the sly smile that curled on your lips. “But you look so good like this.” You teased, your voice barely above a whisper, while knowing he didn't understand. “All wrapped up, just for me.”

The ribbon tightened again, pressing firmly against the growing bulge between his legs, and a guttural moan escaped him, louder this time. You leaned closer, your fingers brushing against the fabric as you tugged the last loop of ribbon free, watching it fall to the floor in a shimmering heap.

His clothed cock was fully exposed now without the influence of the ribbons, straining against the thin material of his clothes, leaving little to the imagination. You hesitated for just a moment, savoring the sight before you, before reaching up to cup his cheek gently and without hesitation, you closed the distance between you, your lips crashing into his as your hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of his trembling body.

His lips were a bit dry yet desperate against yours, moving with an urgency that made your head spin. The heat of his breath mingled with your own as his hands finally found the courage to move, fingers curling around your waist and pulling you closer. His grip was firm, almost possessive, and it only spurred you on further. He wasn't holding back at all but claimed you in a primal way.

You broke the kiss just enough to breathe, your foreheads pressed together as you caught your breath. Your hands wandered, slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. The way his muscles tensed under your touch sent a thrill coursing through you. "You pretty," you murmured, your voice trembling slightly but laced with sincerity.

Crawling let out a shaky breath, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he giggled happily. You chuckled softly, leaning in to press another kiss against his lips, this one slower, more deliberate. "

His hands slid lower, gripping your hips as his body pressed against yours, leaving no space between you. The friction sent a shiver down your spine, and a soft moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.

“Want you,” he growled softly, his voice thick with need. Before you could respond, he flipped your positions, pinning you gently beneath him. His movements were rushed, almost primal, as if he was thirsting for you.

“Need you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a wave of heat through your body. “Can I?”

The words sent your heart racing, anticipation bubbling within you as his hands roamed your body, his touch firm yet tender. He leaned down, his lips finding yours again as the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you tangled together in a haze of passion and desire.

His lips descended on yours with a fervent intensity, every kiss deeper, hungrier, as if he was trying to consume the very air you breathed. His hands explored your body without hesitation now, sliding up your thighs, over your waist, and under your shirt, his touch igniting sparks that left your skin tingling.

Your hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the sharp lines of his muscles as you tugged at his shirt. “Want you too.” you whispered, your voice breathless, daring him to take control.

He smiled, full of excitement, before leaning in to kiss your neck, his lips trailing fire down your skin. He nipped at the sensitive spot just below your ear, earning a soft gasp from you that made his grip on your hips tighten. The way his body pressed against yours left you painfully aware of his arousal, hard and insistent against your thigh. He copied your past intimate encounters quite well at that moment and you blessed his ability to learn so fast.

Crawlings large hands slipping under your shirt to push it higher, exposing your bare skin to the cool air. He paused for a moment, his expression now a mixture of lust and admiration. “You pretty.”

Before you could respond, his lips descended again, this time on your chest, his kisses hot and lingering as he worked his way lower. His fingers tugged at the waistband of your skirt and panties, his gaze flicking up to meet yours, silently asking for permission.

“Please,” you breathed, your voice trembling with need.

That was all he needed. In one swift motion, he rid you of the offending fabric, leaving you exposed and vulnerable beneath him. His eyes darkened further as he took in the sight of you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

His hands slid up your thighs, spreading them eagerly as his lips followed, his kisses trailing dangerously close to where you ached for him most. The anticipation was unbearable, every touch and movement sending waves of heat coursing through you until you were trembling beneath him.

His lips hovered over your most sensitive spot for just a moment, his warm breath teasing you before he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss there. Your body jolted at the sensation, a desperate moan slipping past your lips as your fingers instinctively tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer.

Crawling let out a low, satisfied whine, the vibration sending shivers through your entire body. His tongue followed, tracing languid, maddeningly slow patterns that left you trembling beneath him. He worked with precision, alternating between soft kisses and bold strokes, as if he wanted to unravel you completely. And he didn't waste a single drop of your precious juices.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, each wave of pleasure crashing over you more intensely than the last. You tugged at his hair, a silent plea for more, and he obliged, his movements growing bolder, more deliberate.

The heat coiling in your core grew unbearable, your body arching off the surface as you felt yourself teetering on the edge. “Crawling… please,” you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat.

He pulled back just enough to look up at you, his face filled with pride and desire. His lips curving into a wicked smirk. “Cute. You Cute. I like you cute.”

Before you could reply, his hands slid higher, his fingers finding their way to your clit that made you cry out his name. His lips returned to your skin, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses as he worked you over with an intensity that left you breathless. Your hands gripped at him desperately, your nails digging into his shoulders as you finally shattered, your release washing over you in waves. He didn’t let up, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were left trembling and utterly spent beneath him.

Crawling kissed his way back up your body, his lips brushing against your jaw before capturing yours in a deep, searing kiss. “Mine,” he whispered, his voice soft and full of affection as he cradled your face in his hands.

But the heat in his gaze hadn’t faded, and you could feel his arousal pressing insistently against you, a silent promise that this was far from over.

He hovered over you, his body pressing firmly against yours. The unspoken need lingered in his expression, a moment of tenderness breaking through the heat of the moment. You nodded, your hands sliding up to cup his face, pulling him down into a slow, passionate kiss, a contrast to his endless energy.

His lips moved against yours with a softness that belied the intensity of his need. Slowly, he reached between you, guiding himself to your entrance, his movements deliberate and careful. The first push was gentle, almost hesitant, as he entered you, stretching you in a way that left you gasping for air.

“You hurt?” he murmured worriedly against your lips, his voice laced with concern even as his breath came in ragged gasps. He stopped for a second, making sure you were okay, after he learned not to rush it from the first time you slept with him.

You nodded again, your nails digging into his back as you adjusted to the sensation, the overwhelming fullness that sent a shiver down your spine. “Perfect,” you whispered, your voice trembling but full of reassurance. “Do not stop.”

His body relaxed slightly at your words, and he began to move, slow and measured at first, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. His hands gripped your hips, anchoring you beneath him as he buried himself deeper with each movement.

The room filled with the sound of your mingled breaths and soft moans, the tension building between you like a fire that threatened to consume you both. His pace quickened, his control slipping as his own need took over. He kissed you fiercely, his lips trailing from your mouth to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your head spin.

“You feel good,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure as he drove into you with increasing urgency. Each thrust sent you closer to the edge, your body arching beneath him as the heat coiling in your core became unbearable.

Your name spilled from his lips like a prayer as his movements became erratic, his grip on you tightening as he chased his release. The feeling of him inside you, the way his body pressed against yours, was enough to send you spiraling over the edge again, your cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

Moments later, he followed, his body tensing as he buried himself deep within you, his release leaving him trembling as he coated your walls with his cum. He collapsed against you, his chest heaving as he held you close, his lips brushing against your temple in a tender gesture.

The intensity of the moment faded into a quiet intimacy, your bodies tangled together as you both caught your breath. Crawling pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his voice barely above a whisper as he said with a giggle. “I like you. You mine.”

You smiled, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back as you whispered back, “Me yours.”

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Homicipher

Mr.Scarletella x GN reader

Wrong locker

Part 3

Quick run down-

You transferred schools and made many friends among them was Mr crawling today you will confess to him! By leaving a confession letter in his locker . However you seem to have found yourself now being observed by a certain red haired someone.

Many voted yes to giving their name to him so here we go!

"I got my umbrella we enjoy the rain together."

You smile as he pulls the umbrella over both of your heads.

It slowly started to pour almost as soon as he opened his umbrella over both of you.

"If I'm sharing my umbrella with you can I at lest get your name?"

You thought about it for a bit. He doesn't seem so much of a bad guy. He was pretty decent so far.

"My name?"

He smiled nodding waiting, anticipating for you to tell him your name.

“My name is (Y/N) “

His smile seemed to grow further.

“What a beautiful name! It fits you perfectly. Well it’s a pleasure to finally have your name.”

“Thank you! It’s noice to get to know you as well. However to think we should head back inside my classes are about to start!”

He nodded and walked you back into the dry building. Once you got back into the building you saw Mr.crawling running at both of you with full speed.

He was not slowing down and was Be lining it to you. You tried to move but he just seemed to be focused on getting you. Mr.Scarletella seemed amused. He smile faded.

But now he was to close to move in which thankfully he suddenly stopped and pulled you towards him.

“Wooah!”

“I told you already stay away from her you creep!”

He started pointing at Mr.Scarletella.

“Mr.Crawling it’s okay! He just came to apologize for earlier. He was walking me in because it started pouring!”

Mr.Scarletella looked slightly annoyed and a flash or something else in his eyes.

“Are you two together?” He asked in a monotone voice.

Mr.Crawling quickly pulled himself of you and quickly looked away. You couldn’t tell from your perspective but his face was red! Your face got warm quickly.

“No. We are not together we are friends.” You stated in a nervous quiet voice feeling as though the words almost got stuck in your throat. However Mr.Scarletella saw all of it, he knew Mr.Crawling intentions.

Mr.Scarletella hummed in understanding, giving you a quick smile.

“Well then I don’t believe he should mind if we hanging out. Is that correct Mr.Crawling?”

Mine not yours.

It sounded almost like he was mocking him. Mr.Crawling more than anything Mr. Crawling's shoulders slumped over a bit nearly like he was getting smaller.

You looked at Mr.Crawling and could see how uncomfortable he was he meant no harm. Mr.Crawling gave a small hm of approval.

"If Mr.Crawling doesn't trust you why should I? He knows more about you than I do"

The statement threw both of them off a little. It made Mr.Crawling straighten up a bit and it made Mr.Scarletella smile changing into something you couldn't quite place.

"How so? Do you not think I am trustworthy? I am good. I’m not bad.”

It was almost as if the other student disappeared under Mr.Scarletella's piercing gaze staring between the two, he hummed acknowledging the statement but still standing against it.

“I’m not bad, I am good.” He repeated as if he was chewing it and spitting it out.

Me good. You give name.

He was confused, he gave you a untampered bottle of your favorite juice.

“I gave you juice.”

Give water you consume.

You thought about it yes he did give you juice but why is everyone stepping aside for him. Everyone is scared of him. It was rumored he is the one behind the killings.

“..”

“I will show you.”

He walked away. You and Mr.crawling didn’t encounter him the whole day after that. However you both felt a chilling sensation that you were being watched.

It was the end of the day and time to go home. It was started raining again. You had your rain coat on but no umbrella. It was so windy and raining so hard you had to have both in order to not get soaked. Mr.Crawling had an umbrella but no rain coat. You let him get an extra rain coat you carried with you in care of emergencies.

His hair was out of the ponytail, and went down almost to his waist. Two little stands of hair picking out on each side of his face. His hair was so much to filled up his hood looking a bit silly.

Drawing by me(it was quick cause we ball)

You both lived in to opposite sides of town. Which is what also made a difference cause you didn’t want him walking back in forth in the rain possibly get sick. You decided to thug it out.

“No it’s okay Mr.crawling! You can go home I promise!”

His eyebrows knotted barely visibly by the hair covering his face at all times.

“but it’s to windy the wind will blow away your coat! You should at lest let me walk you there! I have both I will be fine!!”

You shake your head not wanting the kind man to get sick because of you.

“No I appreciate it but I really don’t want you to get sick! Just text me when you get home!”

You started runing out knowing the man couldn’t follow you knowing he struggled with his legs a bit sometimes needing a cane or wheel chair to get around.

He hated them tho so much cause he thought they where unnecessary if he could get around crawling either way.

The tall man sighed softly in frustration but smiled a bit. White day was around the corner, 4 more days, he was looking foward to it.

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You ran far enough so that you couldn’t see the school anymore which wasn’t hard cause of how hard it was raining it was easy for it to get lost.

You stopped running for a bit trying to catch your breath but it being hard to do so with the rain getting in your face treating to enter your nose.

You started coughing when the water did start getting in your mouth and nose. You kept coughing and struggling to breath as each breath was just out of reach almost as if it was being stolen from you by the rain. Mr.crawling was right maybe you should have let him walk you home.

You started stumbling around leaning forward which made you stop in your tracks making sure you where on the side walk and bent over trying to get the rain to stop getting in your face.

The building of offices and shops seemed to concave around you.

Now you where struggling to breath panicking.

It continued to pour all around you but the rain seemed to stop getting in your way. Allowing you to cough out the water that was getting in your lungs.

You where finally get to breath and catch your breath.

After fully being able to breath in you slowly start noticing that a shadow was over you.

You look up to see the Mr.Scarletella standing over you with his crimson umbrella looking down at you with a concerned look on his face.

Troubled? Hurt?

“Are you okay?” He lowers down to your bent over body.

You nodded still coughing while trying to push him away.

Which only made him followed you with his umbrella while you stumbled forward.

“You are not okay. Do you want help?”

You wanted to say yes but couldn’t simply nodding slowly. He stood there covering you with his umbrella patting your back had you stopped coughing but continued to catch your breath.

“Do you live around this area?” You state after finally catching your breath.

“I do, I wasn’t aware you also lived around here,”

You slowly stood up straight which he followed you with. He stood out a lot in the rain, he wore a red leather trench coat, the red made him stand out in the rain almost as if he was casting a red glow all around him. Mr.Scarletella towered over you they same way Mr.Crawling did however he was a bit taller then Mr.Crawling.He seemed to be analyzing your expression. One of his eyes was always covered by his red hair. His usual calm expression.

Me want you.

You give name.

You walked home yesterday and didn’t see him around. Could he be lying?

“I usually stay behind after school for extra hours.I went home early today.”

He stated as if reading your mind.

“Oh, so where do you live at?”

“I can show you, are you going to continue walking that path?”

He pointed forward. You hmmed in approval.

“Okay follow me”

He said while still holding the umbrella over both of you and started walking. After a few what felt like 20 minutes of silence he spoke once again.

“So do you live with your family?”

“No, I got a place near the school because dorms where to expensive for me.”

He nodded, “I understand. I personally didn’t like the fact I had to share a room with someone else so I did the same.”

You finally make it to your apartment complex. It was a very old building. It was concrete all over with signs of weather and normal wear and tear. However you didn’t get to see his place.

“I live in the same complex.”

He seemed to be shocked.

Me know.

You were pretty shocked as well.

“Well I guess we are neighbors.how come I never see you in the morning?”

“I like to leave the house early.”

Makes sense why he had such dark circles. You both walked into the building and stopped near your door.

“Hm well I appreciate you walking me home. Thank you for letting me use your umbrella.”

You say awkwardly trying to not let him see into your place. You needed to clean it up a bit, but still small messes made you feel embarrassed either way!

“No problem it was my pleasure being able to help you and make sure you get home safe. I hope we see each other around school.”

Me like you.

“Yup! Byeee cyaaa” you say before closing your door and locked it so fast.

You settled down and remember that you told Mr.Crawling to text you.

You pull your phone up ready to text him back.

You quickly shower and change your clothes. You Picked out the most comfy house clothes and continued on with your day. Today was a lazy day it’s too dark to do anything cause of the rain.

So you throw yourself on the coach.

Crawling ~ Im home :)

You~ im glad you made it home safe! How was the walk cause it was raining like crazy!

You turned on the TV for some background noise placing the remote on the coffee table. while you watched TikTok’s and read online.

You don’t notice the red eye staring at your from outside your windows and peephole.

Mine.

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You wake up unknowingly falling asleep on your couch. You realize your alarm clock didn’t ring. Oh my god you’re going to be late to classes!!

Well it dosnt matter anyways it’s collage.

Plus what say is it today? Saturday? Yup you didn’t have any classes that day!

You sit up properly and look around you. The TV was still on your phone was on the floor with one text notification from Mr.Crawling your backpack on the floor.

Today was also supposed to be trash day. You looked outside your window to see an empty trash bin.

Thank god cause you had a whole lot more trash to throw away.

You needed to get more clothes you had a few cute shirts and pants but nothing that really fit right anymore and cute.

You also had some spoiled food here and there. Just have to make sure the house is clean! You went ahead and throw it out in a bag in the dumpster.

You closet was a bit empty now looking at it and so we your fridge.

Shopping time!

*time skip cause shopping kinda boring*

You arrive back to at apartment complex. You end up bumping into Mr.Sarletella. It seemed like he was in his way out.

“Doing some shopping I see?”

“Yes I had to buy a few things.” You say while trying to find your keys.

“Did you get the good news from the complex office?”

Found it! It was at the bottom of your pockets!

“No, what happened?”

“They are saying that rent might decrease due to how old the property is. Not to mention how empty it is.”

“Oh aww that’s really cool! I can’t wait thank you so much!” You unlocked your door and waved him good bye.

You started looking for some iteams you left. Your pretty sure you left them on your bed room floor.

They might have gone in the trash bag as well. Other stuff was missing too might have just thrown it out. Got to happy throwing old stuff away you suppose.

Not noticing the bag that you threw in the dumpster was torn apart with clothing items missing or the fact your window was opened by a bit when it was closed all the way down.

What else is missing in your place?

Did you leave your sweater there before you left?who knows you where doing a lot before you left!

what else will go missing?

Was that red thread on your carpet? You don’t have many red clothes besides 2 tops and maybe some shoes or like 2 bottoms.

You feel like something is off but you can’t quite tell maybe it’s just been a long week!

Maybe you didn’t see the piecing red eyes staring at you from your slightly a jarred window either.

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Thank you so much for reading sorry for the slow updates!! I’ve been busy with work and finally have been having some down time to actually relax but I will finish the story trust and believe!! I’ve been writing small moments/ head canons kinda things so those will be out soon hopefully!

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Homicipher

Mr Scarletella x GN reader

Wrong locker!

Trigger warning: Homework, STUDYING crushing on Mr.crawling 😨‼️ MR DELULU, small amount of angst, starts one sided be trust it changes cause Mr delulu

Quick run down-

You transferred schools and made many friends among them was Mr crawling today you will confess to him! By leaving a confession letter in his locker . However you seem to have found yourself now being observed by a certain red haired someone.

Enjoy!

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You recently transferred to a new international school, Cipher University. It has been wonderful so far.

You went to orientation week, and you found lots of cool people there! Some of them you kept in contact with throughout the whole school year; others, not so much. Amongst the many people that you spent time with was a tall guy; he is a tall, pale guy with beautiful long black hair, and he is a little blind, always misplacing his glasses on the floor or dropping them. He was so kind to everyone and helped people who were confused on their first day.

You fell for him so quickly; I mean, who wouldn't!

His nickname was Crawling because he was always on the floor looking for where he put his glasses. You hung out with him very often after school. He would study with you and buy something to eat and chat during the study session. More chatting than studying was happening, though.

Over time your feelings for him grew, so much so that you felt today was the day you would leave him a confession letter in his locker. You made sure to plan out everything so there was no way he would see you putting the letter into his locker.

You remember asking him his schedule a while ago so that both of you could hang out and study.

You felt nervous and excited all at the same time!

You are hoping he feels some sort of way about it, and hopefully he says something about it or a response to it. You poured out your heart to him in that letter!

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You walked into the school building at the main entrance, where everyone had their lockers; meanwhile, his class was on the opposite side of the building. This made it perfect timing to slip a letter in his locker. You waved bye to him as you saw him walking away to the other side and going up the stairs. Once you saw him gone, you quickly rummaged through your bag and found the neatly folded letter sealed with the usual heart-shaped seal. His locker was 01010; you remember watching him put his stuff there last year before break, so that should be his same locker. You quickly slide the envelope in the small opening of the locker. Hopefully he feels the same way about you too! You quickly turned and started walking towards your class. You passed a student who you almost bumped into on your way there. What was he doing out of class? All the classes start around the same time! Whatever, though, Ms. Blue would be upset at you not being in class 5 minutes before it started.

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He forgot his textbook for Mr. Hood's English in his locker. There were still 5 minutes before the class started, so Mr. Hood let him get his book really quickly since his class was 3 doors away from the locker area. He quickly opened his locker and saw a beautiful white one with a cute red heart seal in it.

He took the letter and his textbook before closing back his locker. He quickly hid the cool letter in his pocket before rushing back to class.

Today's lecture was over the topic of the book and a refresher over the syllabus and who has signed it and who hasn't.

While he goes over all that useless stuff, it is time to see what the letter in his locker says.

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Dear love

I remember the day we met. You stole my heart, and made it skip twice. You have been the highlight of my life. When I sleep, I dream of you, when I study, we study together, when your heart beats, mine beats with yours. We have been friends for some time now; not one day has gone by without me thinking of you. I think of you, and the biggest smile comes across my face, I feel warm all over and my heart still skips a beat for you whether we're on the phone or just being in the same room. Sweetheart, just looking into your eyes still makes me feel like the first day we met. I have the same dream we both want, and that's to fall in love with our bestfriend. I fell for you so long ago. Do you feel the same way about me?

Love always,

Yours sincerely your secret admirer.

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Warmth crept slowly onto his deadly pale cheeks, almost turning the same shade of red as his hair.

He couldn't believe it. Who could it be? It only made sense that it was the other student he almost bumped into when getting his textbook.

There was no one else by the lockers. The note was still pretty cool to the touch when he took it from his locker. They ran into room F0100. The other student did look pretty cute. They looked pretty flustered with them almost bumping into him. They liked him so much that they wrote him a beautiful letter so cute!

But what were they like? He doesn't interact with many people outside of school; when he did, many didn't want to interact or kept it short. So this was news to him!

He must know more about them. If they knew him and liked him enough to confess, then he must learn about them as soon as possible to give a proper answer. He couldn't keep them waiting after all the effort and time they put into writing the letter and placing it into his locker. On top of that, they didn't even write their name in the letter; they must be so shy!

He will make sure to get your name!

After all, you really liked him, and he was more than willing to do anything it takes to help you out of your shell.

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You waited patiently for Crawling to say something about the letter he found in his locker.

You decided to try and ask him or press a little about it.

"Hey, how were classes today?"

"It was okay! I found so much paper in my locker today!"

Is he going to talk about the letter? It was close to the Japanese equivalent of Valentine's Day for them. So could he have more admirers?? Why did he say he had so many papers in his locker?

"I got a new locker because I needed something closer to my classes, and man, that thing was not cleaned out!"

"Oh, you got a new locker?"

Panic slowly settled in you. If he changed lockers.

Whose locker did you slip your confession into?

Hopefully it was a random nobody. This was an international school after all, so who knows how someone might take it? Hopefully it wasn't anyone crazy or weird.

Right..?

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Hello!

Thank you so much for reading I hope yall enjoy. I’m working on the next part of this I want to make a mini series cause I can’t keep it together sometimes!

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