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[cholualt]

what would it mean without you? (EXTRACT)

Mr Crawling x (f)reader

(fingering, cunnalingus, desperation, overstimulation)

// FULL FIC CAN BE FOUND HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61129516 // (please leave kudos + comments if you enjoy!)

A hand flew behind the curtain, grabbing Mr Stitch by his hair and yanking him out, violently. You trembled, breathing a sigh of relief as you heard him cry out for his attacker to stop. Wet, crunching sounds ensued, but despite the violence, you didn’t feel afraid anymore. Somehow you knew exactly who had come to save you, and you were proven right when a hesitant face poked out from behind the curtain. He shuffled forward, studying you anxiously. You let out a happy mumble as they immediately rushed towards you, hand reaching for your face as they cupped it gently, tone worried and insistent.

“You hurt somewhere?”

You smiled at them, reaching up to cup one of his hands cradling your jaw as you reassured them of your safety. In your eagerness, you spoke in your own language, but your body language seemed to convey what they wished to know.

“Were you worried? Sorry, but thanks.”

Mr Crawling sat back on their heels, looking down at the ground sadly.

“Them lift you. Me shocked. Me hear noise, me scared. Scared scared scared.”

They mumbled in a quiet tone. You frowned at their unhappiness, reaching your arms out to them.

“Sorry. So so sorry. Me be careful.”

They flew into your arms, crushing you in a tight hug, their head buried in your neck. They pull back a little, mindful of your aching limbs, and gently pat your head like they do to make you feel better.

“Sorry need no. Him… make you happy?”

He avoids your gaze a little, unsure of himself. You pause, careful of your words.

“Him help not. Him make me happy not.”

He looks at you, devotion evident as he leaned towards you, eager as a puppy.

“Teach! Teach! Me do you want. Please, please please. Make you happy.”

He whined, looking up at you. You frowned, about to correct him, to reassure him that nobody made you as happy as he did, but he continued.

“I know little. Want learn.”

Oh.

That kind of happy.

You flushed, wondering if this was really happening. Hadn’t he been so nervous before? Maybe he had been scared of what he’d do, not of what you’d do. With red cheeks, you bit your lip as you pondered. You had to take things slow, you knew. It was vital not to rush this. You turned to face him, a resolute look in your eyes. Slowly, you cupped his cheeks in your hands, feeling his breath hitch as you brought his face close to his.

“Fun. Me teach.”

You had no time to initiate the first move; it seemed you’d underestimated how badly he wanted you. Clearly unsure of what to do, but driven by instinct, he crashed his face to yours, trembling as he rubbed his lips against your cheek. You squeaked, and he giggled, happy to see you smile.

“Like that, not right. Me show?”

He nodded enthusiastically, nose barely brushing yours.

“You touch me, me happy. Me want together you.”

You smiled as you guided him, moving to sit on his lap, and his arms snaked around your waist to hold you there, fingers gently gripping your clothes as if he was terrified to let you go. You saw his face study you, confused but excited, and you put a hand in his hair as you gently pressed your lips to his. He hummed in delight, pressing back with adorably obvious eagerness. You drew back, kissing his lips again. You repeated this a few times, your lips brushing his in sweet close lipped kisses.

He seemed to buzz with happiness, and you decided to take things a little further, this time opening your mouth upon contact and running your tongue along his bottom lip. He gasped in pleasure, mimicking your movement.

As soon as both of your mouths were open, you slipped your tongue in, moaning softly as he pressed back. A lustful urge swept through you as you felt something large sweep against your lip. You hadn’t expected such a long tongue, and you let out a surprised hum as he invaded your mouth, moving around as if he was trying to taste you, and remember it forever.

He drew back almost immediately, murmuring apologetically. He wanted to get this right. Give you what you wanted. You shook your head, grinning.

“You do good. Me like you. Me love you.”

He giggled, leaning in close again with even more enthusiasm

“Happy! Me love you. Love love love. You. Me love you.”

He placed his hands on either side of your neck, running his thumbs across your jaw as he pulled you back into his kisses. Eagerly reciprocating, your sore pussy was desperate for friction. You’d wanted this for so long. And it was wonderful. His lips, so insistent but gentle, danced around yours as the makeout deepened. He was certainly a fast leaner, you hazily thought, mind going blank.

Before long, you were soaked, vaguely aware of the fact you should keep your voice down but the feeling of your clit pressed desperately into his thigh made it hard to remember. You gasped as one of his hands trailed down your body, his thumb swiping some of your slick fluids onto his finger. It was all you could do to not grind down into his hand right there. He brought it to his lips, looking right at you as he licked it.

“Me love you. Taste good. Me remember this. This liquid mean… good? Happy?”

You nod, eagerly, leaning towards him and absentmindedly kissing his wet fingers,

staring at him with hazy, half lidded eyes. He audibly whimpered then, a strong blush fanning his cheeks and he pressed you down against his thigh a little more.

“Good… you do good…”

You panted, praising him as you rested your head against his chest. It was time to show him what you really wanted. You looked down, noticing a threateningly large bulge under his clothes, and you were gripped with hesitation. While you wanted nothing more than this, after your harsh experience with Mr Stitch, you really didn’t think you could handle anymore penetration of that kind.

As if he was reading your mind, he tilted your chin up to face him as he shook his head.

“Me give you happy. Not me. Me help you first.”

He said firmly, and you felt you heart swell.

You pushed away from him a little, still on his lap but with a few inches of air between you. You revealed your pussy, legs spread wide as you shuddered with anticipation. You moved your hand to spread those lips, feeling him moan at the sight.

“Here… touch feel good. Here… most big happy. But inside good too.”

You pointed to your clit, and he watched, enraptured, as it visibly throbbed with need. You then slowly inserted a finger, drawing a loud moan from yourself, before adding a second, bucking your hips against your hands.

He whined, desperately grabbing your wrist and pulling it away, to your surprise. You cried out at the loss, but he quickly spun you round so your back was pressed flush against his chest. He leaned over your shoulder, very pleased with the new view. With his hand, he reached down, running it across the skin of your waist, while the other snaked round your front to play with your breast. He hummed delightfully at your reaction, drunk off of your pleasured sounds.

“Me make you fell good. Let me. Me want together you. You make happy.”

He giggled, nose nuzzling into the top of your head as he kissed your ear. You nodded frantically as he lowered a hand, gently rubbing your clit experimentally. You groaned, and he took that as confirmation of your enjoyment, running his hand down your pussy so his palm pressed into that bundle of nerves, finger just dipping beneath your folds and into you.

Your hands gripped your legs, spreading yourself apart as far as you could, nails digging into your skin. He slipped one finger in, and you felt your insides clench pathetically around him. He didn’t seem to be all there anymore, concentrating so diligently on your pleasure and trying to interpret what felt good for you. He curled his finger, and you arched your back, ass pressed up against him. He withdrew his finger, pressing two against your entrance instead, thumb moving to circle your clit as he pushed them in, putting a little more force into it than before. You cried out, already nearing your first orgasm after so long, and he earnestly began to pump in and out, making sure to keep one digit pleasuring your clit at all times.

He began to finger fuck you a little harder, his other hand pinching your nipple periodically, drawing out surprised squeaks and dirty moans from your lips. He pressed his lips to your neck, before burying his nose into your hair again as he sped up his ministrations, so happy to give you what you wanted. You cried out again, hips thrusting against his fingers over and over again as you sobbed out pleasured groans. You felt tears prick your eyes as you gasped, looking up as you came, the orgasm hitting you like a wall as you screamed. Learning that that noise was one of pleasure, and not pain, Mr Crawling didn’t stop, only slowly slightly as you spasmed around his fingers.

He only stilled when you relaxed in his arms, releasing your legs and letting them drop to the floor. Very slowly, he withdrew his hand from your sex, earning him another lewd whimper from you as you felt a string of slick fluid between the tips of his fingers and your core. He looked at his fingers, fascinated.

“Me want try. You let me try?”

You panted, letting out a weak noise of confirmation. You didn’t know what he was asking to do, honestly, but you hardly cared, sure it would be good. He slipped you off of his lap, twisting you round so you sat against the wall. He giggled again, looking at your flushed face with a pleased grin. He knelt between your legs, gently opening them with his hands, running his thumbs up and down in a soothing motion. He looked up at you for approval, only to be met with your lustful gaze. He’d take that as a yes, then.

You watched his long, thick tongue snake it’s way out of his mouth, teasing your pussy as he breathed deeply, salivating for a taste. He delved into your folds, nose pressed flush against your sensitive nub as he kissed and sucked at your hole. You cried out, tears of overstimulation welling in your eyes, a hand making its way into his hair to push him closer. As you firmly tugged, he groaned into your pussy, tongue sliding into you. It felt as thought you were taking him instead of merely his tongue, thick and probing. It was hard not to moan, and you stifled it best you could with a hand. He licked your whole slit, bottom to top, drinking in your scent and taking everything he could. As he flicked the tip against your aching bud, you felt another wave washing over you. All it took was his muffled moans vibrating against you, and you came again, legs closing around him as you whimpered softly. But he didn’t stop, working you though your orgasm and continuing to eat you out like his life depended on it. It almost seemed like a selfish act at this point, and as he grabbed your thighs, pulling your hips up to his mouth as he sat up on his knees, you were sure he was getting off on this. Your back was still against the floor, but your legs were on his shoulders, with him still ravenously licking at you. You whimpered again, sure you were at your limit, but his skilled tongue hit you in all the right spots, fucking in and out of you as he bobbed his head against your sex, rubbing your clit with the base of his tongue as he sucked on it, drinking up every drop. He looked up at you, whimpering against your hand, and firmly took your wrist, pulling it down. The message was clear:

Let me hear you

Another orgasm crashed through you, and you felt your legs twitching again. A sharp whine escaped your mouth as you moaned madly, trying to squirm out of his grip, but he held your legs tight to his mouth. In such a helpless position on the floor, you could only watch as he finally seemed to snap out of his cum-drunk state, fixing you with a surprisingly cocky smile as he ignored your pleas, pulling a forth orgasm from your tired, abused cunt. He finally relaxed a little, stilling his movements with his tongue still buried deep inside you. He made sure to wriggle his tongue as he slowly withdrew it from you, rubbing against your walls in a perfect manner as tears rolled freely down your cheeks. You whimpered, breathing ragged as he lowered your hips, his arm coming down to support your shoulders as he pulled you against him.

“Me did good?? Me do well? Make you big happy?”

He asked, that same fervent eagerness in his voice. You gave him an exhausted smile, chuckling as you nuzzled against his chest. You felt his heartrate quicken as you made eye contact with him, and he leaned over you, dark strands falling over you. You felt warm, and very safe in his arms, almost sleepy.

“Me love you.”

You confessed again, and he squeaked in that high pitched way of his, a hand coming to pet your hair

“You happy, me happy. Me make you happy, me happy.”

He murmured quickly, smiling as he leaned towards you eagerly.

“More of… you mouth me mouth?”

He begged, and you could almost picture the puppydog eyes he must be giving you. You dragged him down to you by his collar, kissing him hungrily as he tightened his grip on you in his arms. As you pulled back to breathe, exhaustion washed over you, and he stilled his eager pleas for your lips on his as he noticed. He cradled you so very gently, bringing your hand to his face as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

You weren’t quite sure, in your half consciousness, but you thought he might’ve stood up then, carrying you back in his arms, an overjoyed grin on his face like he couldn’t quite believe his luck. Your last conscious thought was how pretty his slightly puffy, pink lips looked.

[cholualt]

what would it mean without you? (EXTRACT)

Mr Crawling x (f)reader

(fingering, cunnalingus, desperation, overstimulation)

// FULL FIC CAN BE FOUND HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61129516 // (please leave kudos + comments if you enjoy!)

A hand flew behind the curtain, grabbing Mr Stitch by his hair and yanking him out, violently. You trembled, breathing a sigh of relief as you heard him cry out for his attacker to stop. Wet, crunching sounds ensued, but despite the violence, you didn’t feel afraid anymore. Somehow you knew exactly who had come to save you, and you were proven right when a hesitant face poked out from behind the curtain. He shuffled forward, studying you anxiously. You let out a happy mumble as they immediately rushed towards you, hand reaching for your face as they cupped it gently, tone worried and insistent.

“You hurt somewhere?”

You smiled at them, reaching up to cup one of his hands cradling your jaw as you reassured them of your safety. In your eagerness, you spoke in your own language, but your body language seemed to convey what they wished to know.

“Were you worried? Sorry, but thanks.”

Mr Crawling sat back on their heels, looking down at the ground sadly.

“Them lift you. Me shocked. Me hear noise, me scared. Scared scared scared.”

They mumbled in a quiet tone. You frowned at their unhappiness, reaching your arms out to them.

“Sorry. So so sorry. Me be careful.”

They flew into your arms, crushing you in a tight hug, their head buried in your neck. They pull back a little, mindful of your aching limbs, and gently pat your head like they do to make you feel better.

“Sorry need no. Him… make you happy?”

He avoids your gaze a little, unsure of himself. You pause, careful of your words.

“Him help not. Him make me happy not.”

He looks at you, devotion evident as he leaned towards you, eager as a puppy.

“Teach! Teach! Me do you want. Please, please please. Make you happy.”

He whined, looking up at you. You frowned, about to correct him, to reassure him that nobody made you as happy as he did, but he continued.

“I know little. Want learn.”

Oh.

That kind of happy.

You flushed, wondering if this was really happening. Hadn’t he been so nervous before? Maybe he had been scared of what he’d do, not of what you’d do. With red cheeks, you bit your lip as you pondered. You had to take things slow, you knew. It was vital not to rush this. You turned to face him, a resolute look in your eyes. Slowly, you cupped his cheeks in your hands, feeling his breath hitch as you brought his face close to his.

“Fun. Me teach.”

You had no time to initiate the first move; it seemed you’d underestimated how badly he wanted you. Clearly unsure of what to do, but driven by instinct, he crashed his face to yours, trembling as he rubbed his lips against your cheek. You squeaked, and he giggled, happy to see you smile.

“Like that, not right. Me show?”

He nodded enthusiastically, nose barely brushing yours.

“You touch me, me happy. Me want together you.”

You smiled as you guided him, moving to sit on his lap, and his arms snaked around your waist to hold you there, fingers gently gripping your clothes as if he was terrified to let you go. You saw his face study you, confused but excited, and you put a hand in his hair as you gently pressed your lips to his. He hummed in delight, pressing back with adorably obvious eagerness. You drew back, kissing his lips again. You repeated this a few times, your lips brushing his in sweet close lipped kisses.

He seemed to buzz with happiness, and you decided to take things a little further, this time opening your mouth upon contact and running your tongue along his bottom lip. He gasped in pleasure, mimicking your movement.

As soon as both of your mouths were open, you slipped your tongue in, moaning softly as he pressed back. A lustful urge swept through you as you felt something large sweep against your lip. You hadn’t expected such a long tongue, and you let out a surprised hum as he invaded your mouth, moving around as if he was trying to taste you, and remember it forever.

He drew back almost immediately, murmuring apologetically. He wanted to get this right. Give you what you wanted. You shook your head, grinning.

“You do good. Me like you. Me love you.”

He giggled, leaning in close again with even more enthusiasm

“Happy! Me love you. Love love love. You. Me love you.”

He placed his hands on either side of your neck, running his thumbs across your jaw as he pulled you back into his kisses. Eagerly reciprocating, your sore pussy was desperate for friction. You’d wanted this for so long. And it was wonderful. His lips, so insistent but gentle, danced around yours as the makeout deepened. He was certainly a fast leaner, you hazily thought, mind going blank.

Before long, you were soaked, vaguely aware of the fact you should keep your voice down but the feeling of your clit pressed desperately into his thigh made it hard to remember. You gasped as one of his hands trailed down your body, his thumb swiping some of your slick fluids onto his finger. It was all you could do to not grind down into his hand right there. He brought it to his lips, looking right at you as he licked it.

“Me love you. Taste good. Me remember this. This liquid mean… good? Happy?”

You nod, eagerly, leaning towards him and absentmindedly kissing his wet fingers,

staring at him with hazy, half lidded eyes. He audibly whimpered then, a strong blush fanning his cheeks and he pressed you down against his thigh a little more.

“Good… you do good…”

You panted, praising him as you rested your head against his chest. It was time to show him what you really wanted. You looked down, noticing a threateningly large bulge under his clothes, and you were gripped with hesitation. While you wanted nothing more than this, after your harsh experience with Mr Stitch, you really didn’t think you could handle anymore penetration of that kind.

As if he was reading your mind, he tilted your chin up to face him as he shook his head.

“Me give you happy. Not me. Me help you first.”

He said firmly, and you felt you heart swell.

You pushed away from him a little, still on his lap but with a few inches of air between you. You revealed your pussy, legs spread wide as you shuddered with anticipation. You moved your hand to spread those lips, feeling him moan at the sight.

“Here… touch feel good. Here… most big happy. But inside good too.”

You pointed to your clit, and he watched, enraptured, as it visibly throbbed with need. You then slowly inserted a finger, drawing a loud moan from yourself, before adding a second, bucking your hips against your hands.

He whined, desperately grabbing your wrist and pulling it away, to your surprise. You cried out at the loss, but he quickly spun you round so your back was pressed flush against his chest. He leaned over your shoulder, very pleased with the new view. With his hand, he reached down, running it across the skin of your waist, while the other snaked round your front to play with your breast. He hummed delightfully at your reaction, drunk off of your pleasured sounds.

“Me make you fell good. Let me. Me want together you. You make happy.”

He giggled, nose nuzzling into the top of your head as he kissed your ear. You nodded frantically as he lowered a hand, gently rubbing your clit experimentally. You groaned, and he took that as confirmation of your enjoyment, running his hand down your pussy so his palm pressed into that bundle of nerves, finger just dipping beneath your folds and into you.

Your hands gripped your legs, spreading yourself apart as far as you could, nails digging into your skin. He slipped one finger in, and you felt your insides clench pathetically around him. He didn’t seem to be all there anymore, concentrating so diligently on your pleasure and trying to interpret what felt good for you. He curled his finger, and you arched your back, ass pressed up against him. He withdrew his finger, pressing two against your entrance instead, thumb moving to circle your clit as he pushed them in, putting a little more force into it than before. You cried out, already nearing your first orgasm after so long, and he earnestly began to pump in and out, making sure to keep one digit pleasuring your clit at all times.

He began to finger fuck you a little harder, his other hand pinching your nipple periodically, drawing out surprised squeaks and dirty moans from your lips. He pressed his lips to your neck, before burying his nose into your hair again as he sped up his ministrations, so happy to give you what you wanted. You cried out again, hips thrusting against his fingers over and over again as you sobbed out pleasured groans. You felt tears prick your eyes as you gasped, looking up as you came, the orgasm hitting you like a wall as you screamed. Learning that that noise was one of pleasure, and not pain, Mr Crawling didn’t stop, only slowly slightly as you spasmed around his fingers.

He only stilled when you relaxed in his arms, releasing your legs and letting them drop to the floor. Very slowly, he withdrew his hand from your sex, earning him another lewd whimper from you as you felt a string of slick fluid between the tips of his fingers and your core. He looked at his fingers, fascinated.

“Me want try. You let me try?”

You panted, letting out a weak noise of confirmation. You didn’t know what he was asking to do, honestly, but you hardly cared, sure it would be good. He slipped you off of his lap, twisting you round so you sat against the wall. He giggled again, looking at your flushed face with a pleased grin. He knelt between your legs, gently opening them with his hands, running his thumbs up and down in a soothing motion. He looked up at you for approval, only to be met with your lustful gaze. He’d take that as a yes, then.

You watched his long, thick tongue snake it’s way out of his mouth, teasing your pussy as he breathed deeply, salivating for a taste. He delved into your folds, nose pressed flush against your sensitive nub as he kissed and sucked at your hole. You cried out, tears of overstimulation welling in your eyes, a hand making its way into his hair to push him closer. As you firmly tugged, he groaned into your pussy, tongue sliding into you. It felt as thought you were taking him instead of merely his tongue, thick and probing. It was hard not to moan, and you stifled it best you could with a hand. He licked your whole slit, bottom to top, drinking in your scent and taking everything he could. As he flicked the tip against your aching bud, you felt another wave washing over you. All it took was his muffled moans vibrating against you, and you came again, legs closing around him as you whimpered softly. But he didn’t stop, working you though your orgasm and continuing to eat you out like his life depended on it. It almost seemed like a selfish act at this point, and as he grabbed your thighs, pulling your hips up to his mouth as he sat up on his knees, you were sure he was getting off on this. Your back was still against the floor, but your legs were on his shoulders, with him still ravenously licking at you. You whimpered again, sure you were at your limit, but his skilled tongue hit you in all the right spots, fucking in and out of you as he bobbed his head against your sex, rubbing your clit with the base of his tongue as he sucked on it, drinking up every drop. He looked up at you, whimpering against your hand, and firmly took your wrist, pulling it down. The message was clear:

Let me hear you

Another orgasm crashed through you, and you felt your legs twitching again. A sharp whine escaped your mouth as you moaned madly, trying to squirm out of his grip, but he held your legs tight to his mouth. In such a helpless position on the floor, you could only watch as he finally seemed to snap out of his cum-drunk state, fixing you with a surprisingly cocky smile as he ignored your pleas, pulling a forth orgasm from your tired, abused cunt. He finally relaxed a little, stilling his movements with his tongue still buried deep inside you. He made sure to wriggle his tongue as he slowly withdrew it from you, rubbing against your walls in a perfect manner as tears rolled freely down your cheeks. You whimpered, breathing ragged as he lowered your hips, his arm coming down to support your shoulders as he pulled you against him.

“Me did good?? Me do well? Make you big happy?”

He asked, that same fervent eagerness in his voice. You gave him an exhausted smile, chuckling as you nuzzled against his chest. You felt his heartrate quicken as you made eye contact with him, and he leaned over you, dark strands falling over you. You felt warm, and very safe in his arms, almost sleepy.

“Me love you.”

You confessed again, and he squeaked in that high pitched way of his, a hand coming to pet your hair

“You happy, me happy. Me make you happy, me happy.”

He murmured quickly, smiling as he leaned towards you eagerly.

“More of… you mouth me mouth?”

He begged, and you could almost picture the puppydog eyes he must be giving you. You dragged him down to you by his collar, kissing him hungrily as he tightened his grip on you in his arms. As you pulled back to breathe, exhaustion washed over you, and he stilled his eager pleas for your lips on his as he noticed. He cradled you so very gently, bringing your hand to his face as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

You weren’t quite sure, in your half consciousness, but you thought he might’ve stood up then, carrying you back in his arms, an overjoyed grin on his face like he couldn’t quite believe his luck. Your last conscious thought was how pretty his slightly puffy, pink lips looked.

[cholualt]

Psst...

here’s a little smut fic I wrote for Mr Crawling/ MC.

too shy to post on main (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

enjoy, you animals

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/61129516

very proud of chap two, pls leave kudos if u enjoy <3