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"If you think kissing at my neck is going to get you breakfast faster, it won't" you comment through a little fit of giggles.

Their arms are wrapped lazily around your waist. Rough lips pecking aling the surface of your smoother skin. The chill of the fall morning is nowhere to be felt thanks to their body heat. Truly, this is a perfect morning so far.

"I think my breakfast is right here." Their lips push down on your neck firmly. For a brief moment, you are sure felt teeth. "And you are far better than any food."

"Oh?" After living with them for so long, their morning flirts shouldn't get to you like this. Yet here you are already becoming a blushing mess as the kiss les move to your shoulders and grow more needy.

"Come back to bed and let me show you."

♡ Ranpo, Chuuya, Edelgard, Tao, Aizawa, Dabi, Kaina, Deidara, Sakura, Stein, Medusa, Enjin, Semiu

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So cute 🥺

Feels Like I’ve Known You Forever (Bill Denbrough x Reader) ⚤

@gabiatthedisco said:

“hi! can you do a HC, Bill x reader, where they are really good friends since they were babies and now that they are teenagers they started liking each other? a lot of teasing of Richie and Bev, please! thank you”

You and Bill had been best friends practically out of the womb.

Your moms had met each other at a post-natal yoga class, and after talking for a few weeks, lost contact after the class had ended.

As fate would have it, their family ended up moving a few doors down from you, and almost like it was meant to be, you reconnected and stayed that way for many years to come.

Upon first meeting Bill, you had waddled over to him in all your pudgy toddler glory, and stated, “We’re best friends now.”

Bill, shyer and more cautious than you, murmured out a tiny, “Okay,” and you had been practically inseparable ever since.

When Bill was 3, he padded out onto a busy street when his mom wasn’t looking, and got struck by a car, knocking into the side of a building and falling unconscious.

He was non-responsive for seven hours before finally coming to— you, of course, being too young to really remember or understand what had happened.

He walked away from the incident practically unscathed except for the stutter he developed on account of the accident.

You accepted this change with the kind of apt, unquestioning acceptance unique to young children, something Bill was grateful for in light of everyone else fussing over him and his impediment.

After that, you sort have became Bill’s un-appointed protector against the douchebags that made fun of him for his stutter.

On one memorable occasion, you had chased after Henry Bowers, shouting various expletives at him as Bill lay slunk against a wall, boasting his own injuries.

Henry had spun around on his heel, coming after you, shouting derogatory terms as Bill leapt to his feet, pushing him to the ground and yelling, “S-stay away from h-h-her, y-yuh-you bastard!”

Henry had snarled, getting to his feet, “Oh, you are so dead, Denbrough!”

They had fled not more than a minute after that, hearing the distant chatter of nearby policemen stationed around the area, in wake of the recent disappearances, but not before they could give Bill a black eye.

He had slunk to the ground, moaning in pain, “Y-yuh-You okay, Y/N?”

You had shook your head, clicking your tongue at him, “You just got the shit beat out of you, Billy, and you’re asking if I’m alright?”

He had shot you a crooked grin, before wincing in pain.

You went to the nearby drug store, trading a nickel for a bag of ice, holding it gently against his tender wounds.

Looking back, there— crouched in that alley as Bill watched you, fascinated as you cared for his wounds, muttering about how you were gonna kill Henry Bowers under your breath— might have been the first moment you started to fall in love.

That had been just one summer ago.

You and Bill had met the other Losers earlier on— Stanley Uris, Eddie Kaspbrak, and Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier being your friends since grade two, but you had only become acquainted with Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, and Mike Hanlon the summer of 1989.

When Georgie had died, just one year before, during Derry’s worst flood in decades, you had felt the loss equally as hard as Bill, thinking of Georgie as somewhat of a younger brother.

You remembered running over to his house once the cops arrived, him walking out on his porch in almost a daze, and like there was a magnetic field pulling you two together, you fell against each other in a bone-crushing hug.

“Please tell me it’s not true,” you whispered, gripping onto the back of Bill’s jacket like a lifeline.

He had just held you tighter, burying his face in your neck as he sobbed, a horrified look on your face as you cradled his head, wondering how the night had taken such a turn for the worse.

Thinking back, that moment had been another push into what was now rapidly blooming between you two— a shared moment of tragedy.

There, with Bill’s salty tears pressed against your cheek, and your hand fisted in his jacket, you had really started to consider just what the boy meant to you.

Those had been hard times, and although they would never leave, those dark, looming clouds seemed to be parting, making way for little rays of sunshine in your lives.

Like today— the last day of school, the sun high in the sky, the bell signalling freedom for two whole months, and Bill Denbrough right by your side and you walked over to join the other Losers on the soft grass.

“I’m telling you, guys. There could be ticks in this grass! I could get a tick bite! Or Lyme disease! Or maybe the pollen will make my throat swell up!” you could hear Eddie rambling, a few feet away.

“Eddie, you don’t even have seasonal allergies,” Stanley— always the voice of reason, said.

“Who knows? My mom says sometimes they can just happen spontaneously. If my mom finds out I was out here, I am dead. You hear me? I’ll spend all night being poked and prodded in the emergency room!” he took a reverent gasp of his inhaler, Richie’s hand falling on his shoulder.

“Relax, Eddie Spaghetti, you’re too cute for the ticks to bite!” he said, pinching his cheek.

“Don’t call me that! You know I hate it when you—“

“Hey guys!” Stanley called to you, finally noticing your presence as you walked into the schoolyard.

“H-hey, S-S-Stanley,” Bill smiled, eyes wandering to you as you grinned, fist-bumping Stan.

“Wuh-what have you guys been uh-up to?”

Richie snorted, “Getting out of school, dingus. Ms. Clarkson tried to keep me from leaving, prob’ly wanted some action.”

“Richie!” Beverly chastised him, looking grossed out, various members of the Loser Club sharing the same look.

“Suh-oh, w-hat did you s-s-say then, R-R-Richie?”

“I said ‘nuh-uh, senõr!’ and made a break for it,” Richie cawed, absentmindedly dumping a wad of grass he’d been picking at into Eddie’s lap, who made a horrified face and flung it off him.

You watched this interaction, giggling softly to yourself as you picked stray flowers off the grass, starting to meticulously thread them into a crown as Bill watched, fascinated.

“Have you guys got any plans for the summer?” you asked.

“I wuh-was thinking we could g-g-go to the B-B-Barrens,” Bill suggested, “we could b-b-build a dam.”

“That sounds fun, Bill,” you smiled at him, his lips twitching and eyes glittering at the compliment, “good idea.”

Beverly and Stan smiled knowingly at each other, while an oblivious Ben piped up:

“I know how to build a dam,” he said, “maybe I can help.”

“Of c-cuh-course you can h-help, Ben, you’re part of the Luh-Losers club now.”

Ben, unaware of the name donned upon the group he’d just recently joined, and having long since associated the word ‘loser’ with nothing good, frowned.

“That’s what our friend group is called,” Eddie provided, “the Loser Club. You’re our friend now, so you’re a Loser, with a capital ‘l’.”

“Oh,” Ben said, smiling shyly at his lap as Mike patted his back.

“Say, Haystack,” Richie started, “How’d you learn how to build a dam anyway?”

“Oh, I build things all the time,” Ben said nonchalantly.

“Like what?” Eddie asked, sounding mildly interested as the sunlight twinkled around them.

“Oh, mostly Erector sets,” Ben said dismissively, Richie snickering in response.

“Speaking of erect, Eddie wanna know what your mom said last n—“

“Shut up, Richie!” he said shrilly, clapping a hand over his mouth.

Richie, presumably, licked his hand, to which Eddie pulled it away, horrified, “Do you have any idea how many germs you just gave me? My mom will have a bird!”

Ben looked around, confused, not yet acclimated to the curious relationship between Eddie, Richie, and allegedly— Eddie’s mom.

At this, your fingers finally stopped twining the flower crown together, and you grinned at Bill, setting it in his hands.

“Go on, Bill, put it in my hair,” you said, gazing softly at him as he stuttered out an, “Oh-okay.”

At this point, the rest of the Losers turned to watch this interaction, unbeknownst to you and Bill, who were busy trying not to stare at each other as he gently threaded the flowers through your soft, sun-warmed hair.

Bill’s hands seemed to linger a moment, shyly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, eyes seemingly glued to you as he blushed.

Richie stuck two fingers in his mouth, letting out a short whistle, the two of you breaking apart bashfully— Bill, more so than you.

“Bill, why do you keep staring at her?” Stanley said, smiling in a way that said he knew exactly why Bill was gazing at you like a lost puppy.

Bill, hurriedly trying to hold together whatever fragile bits of his ego remained, stuttered out, “I-I’m not!”

“Yeah, yeah, and Eddie’s mom—“

“Finish that sentence, I dare you, Richie,” Eddie interrupted.

“Bill and Y/N, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love, then comes marriage—“ Richie drawled teasingly, making fun of Bill more than you.

“Wuh-woah, h-hold up,” Bill protested, flushing bright red.

“Bill asked me to marry him when we were like, five,” you provided, Bill shooting you a betrayed look.

“HAHAHAHA,” Richie crowed.

“Well, what’d you say?” Ben asked, leaning on his pudgy hands, elbows dug into the grass—ever the romantic.

“I was like, five, I think I bonked him over the head with a stick or something.”

Bill muttered something under his breath.

“What was that, Bill?” Richie said.

“I s-said she hit me o-over the h-h-head with a stick a-and called me silly.”

“Oh my God,” Ben laughed, Beverly and Stan joining in.

“Oh, so you do remember, huh, Denbrough? Where’s my ring?” you joked.

Bill flushed impossibly deeper at this, burying his face in his hands as you laughed good-naturedly.

“Go easy on him, Y/N,” Stan grinned, “last time I checked, he had two nickels and a quarter to his name.”

“Awe,” you chuckled, placing a hand on his back, “poor Bill.”

As the Losers started to depart, promising to meet at the Barrens the next day, you and Bill lingered behind, starting to walk back to your street.

Bill stopped you under the bleachers, “W-wuh-wait, Y/N.”

He picked something off the ground— glittering silver in the sunlight. He held it up, and you could see it was a small ring— with a thin band of silver and a glittering red gemstone pressed into it. The kind of rings you’d find at the bottom of your prize cereal on a Sunday morning.

“Would you look at that, Billy,” you grinned, “you found a ring. Better save that for some special girl, it’ll save you a fortune,” you joked.

You started to continue walking, assuming he was just joking around, but then he said, “Wuh-what, Y/N!”

You turned around, and he shyly slipped it over your ring finger, holding your hand for a moment.

“Well, well, well, Billy,” you managed, cheeks turning pink, “looks like Richie Tozier isn’t the smoothest Loser after all.”

You grinned at him, starting to walk, a very flustered Bill Denbrough in tow, seemingly stuck looking at his shoe.

You pause a moment, looking thoughtfully at him, “Hey, Billy.”

His eyes flicked up to meet your gaze.

You walked over to him slowly, gently cupping his cheek with your hand as you lean in and kiss him.

The kiss was chaste, sweet. The first one for both of you. It tasted like sunlight and childhood and all the warm feelings of the summer. Butterflies fluttered happily in your stomach.

You pulled away a moment, watching Bill’s stunned, breathless expression. You grinned and leaned back in, kissing him softly two more times before finally pulling away.

“I-I- Y-Y/N, I—“ he stuttered, face pink as his gaze flicked back between your lips and eyes, “I...”

He surged forward, his arm loosely slinging around your back as he kissed you, tentatively, softly, tasting like love and innocence and new beginnings.

You smiled against his lips, stroking his cheek as you part, looking at each other in wonder for a moment, before he reached out and righted your tipping flower crown with a shy smile.

“Come on, Billy,” you said softly, taking his hand, “we’ve got a whole summer ahead of us.

And there, running hand in hand through the field as the sun glowed high in the sky on that fateful summer day, you felt a lifelong friendship beginning to turn into something more.

There, riding double on Silver, your arms wrapped around Bill’s waist, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Hii!! May I ask a ziggy berman x fem!reader smut which is the part 2 of “ I’m on fire “ but then gets caught by sheila then sheila goes all homophobic and stuff, Thanks !!

Hi, love! Thank you for requesting. It was fun writing this.

I'm On Fire (pt.2) - Z.B

Pairing: Ziggy Berman x Fem!Reader (featuring Shelia)

Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, thigh riding, fingering, scissoring, oral (f both receiving), getting caught in the act, homophobia, swearing, and crude hand gestures

Word Count: 963

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While you help clean up the dock around the lake, you feel someone behind you, snaking their arms around your waist. The hug startles you as you look behind your shoulder, seeing your girlfriend hugging you.

"Hi, Ziggy."

"Please, can we go to my cabin?"

"Ziggy, I am helping Cindy and Tommy clean the deck from the campers swimming."

"I know, but you're not a camp counselor. Please," She begs.

"Fine, let's go."

Ziggy pulls you towards her, you follow her into the woods and over to a secluded area also known as Sarah Feir's hanging tree. The tree gave you weird vibes ever since you came to Nightwing, but ignore it when you feel Ziggy's lips against yours.

You feel yourself weaken in the knees as your girlfriend deepens the kiss, pinning you against the tree. The bark pokes at your back, causing you to slightly groan as it turns on Ziggy.

“Wait.”

“What?” She asks, brows furrowed.

You pull your top over your head, dropping it on the ground beside you both. Your bare chest is bare as Ziggy begins playing with your exposed nipples. In the meantime, you begin to feel weak as you release a breathy moan as Ziggy presses her lips against yours.

She pulls away from you as she lowers her hands down to your shorts, unbuttoning them and sliding her hand in your pantries lightly nipping at your clit with her finger tips. You grab Ziggy’s arm, looking her in the eyes.

You grab Ziggy’s hand, removing it from your panties and pushes her, turning around and pinning her against the bark, stripping Ziggy from her clothes. You finish undressing yourself, now completely bare, laying Ziggy down as you position yourself on top of her. She swings her leg over your hip as your clits touch each other. You begin bucking your hips against hers as Ziggy moves against you, moaning loudly. You go harder making it difficult to keep the moans and pants in as you both feel close. Ziggy bucks her hips faster against you, clits brushing against on another causing you to hit your high, riding it out as your girlfriend does the same. You fall beside her, pnating as Ziggy chuckles before sitting up, kissing your neck.

She begins to kiss the sensitive skin, sucking on it lightly as she marks your skin. Ziggy was a bit possessive when it came to you, so she wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. She leads a trail of kisses down to your collar bones, kissing every inch of your chest. She lightly flicks her tongue against your nipple, causing you to breath heavily.

“Ziggy~” You breath out, holding your hands up to your mouth.

Ziggy grabs your hands and puts them above your head. She uses her free hand to insert her middle and ring finger inside your wet cunt. Thrusting in and out a bit faster every few seconds.

Soon you hit your high quite fast, causing your hips and thighs shake a bit. Ziggy smirks at you before she pulls her fingers out of your wet entrance, licking your juices off her fingers. She lowers herself in front of your entrance, using her hands and holding your legs open. Spreading them so Ziggy can deep inside you with her fingers.

She begins with lightly licks and sucks against your clit before inserting her fingers in you again, but this time she makes things a bit more difficult.

“Oh, my god! Oh shit.” You say quietly.

You squirm under her touch, kissing your clit and giving light licks too. She sucks on it as you, who is under her, becomes to overwhelmed by the pleasure that your body gives in and shakes like crazy. Before you can even hit your high, you rise up and tackle Ziggy to the ground doing the same gestures to her that she did to you. You kiss her, finger her and give her oral, pleasuring her as she reaches down and rubs your clit causing you to come. Your juices drip on Ziggy as you continue on at the same time you ride out your orgasm.

When she’s near, you hear rustling in the wooded area around you but ignore and focus on your girlfriend. Before Ziggy could ride out her high, you and her watch as Sheila catches you both.

“Holy shit,” she shouts, covering her eyes.

“Fuck!”

You and Ziggy grab your clothes, throwing them on and trying to escape but Sheila stops you both.

“Wow, two dykes fucking. Holy shit, you know what they do to people who are homos.”

“We—” You begin before getting cut off by your girlfriend, Ziggy.

“Fuck off, Sheila. Who gives a shit. The only person who cares this much about homos fucking is you. Maybe you’re the homo, Sheila. Is that why you’re always on our asses?”

“No, I— I’m not into that bullshit. It’s gross,” She spills.

Sheila continues to scold you both as Ziggy hold up her hands, outstretching her middle finger and pointing it towards the brunette bully.

“Oh no, hope you don’t vomit.” You laugh.

“Ugh,”

Ziggy keeps a serious expression Sheila runs away, back to camp. She is probably gonna tell someone but they won’t believe her anyway. You and Ziggy look at each other.

“What a bitch she is.”

“Yeah,” Ziggy agrees before grabbing your hips and uses her fingers grab your belt loops, pulling you closer.

She brings your lips to hers, feeling the warm feeling coming back before you break away from each other. She drags you back to camp and into her cabin, finishing what both started. You both fall into the pleasure once more, enjoying each other’s company before it’s time to gather for group activities.

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HI CAN YOU DO A ZIGGY BERMAN OR MAX MAYFIELD X FEMALE READER SMUT THANK U

Hello, love! Here it is. Thanks for the request!

I'm On Fire

Pairing: Ziggy Berman x Fem!Reader Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, oral, fingering, shower sex Word Count: 1,012

Stepping into the warm water made you shiver, but the warmth made you feel better considering that it was a chilly night in Camp Nightwing.

As the water pours over your body, you slowly move your hand down, lightly rubbing your lower stomach and inner thighs making you feel tingly.

You begin to slowly rub circles on your clit, the circular motion makes you tighten a little more. A soft moan escapes your lips not noticing the feminine figure outside of the bathroom cabin. You then move to insert your two fingers inside you, pumping in and out of your wet self.

Ziggy walks in to surprise you with a little date she came up with, going into the woods to eat and make out like every other night at Camp Nightwing.

There was no way you both would do that outside She knew you were in the cabin showers getting ready to step into the shower but wasn't expecting to actually see you naked.

You and Ziggy haven't decided on wanting to have sex, so the two acted on waiting until it was the right moment --and that moment never came. You always got interrupted by either Alice and Cindy or other campers.

Your moans turned her on as she walks into the bathroom and removing her clothes, only in her panties and bra. You hear shuffling and grasp the curtain pulling it to the side just enough to look out, seeing Ziggy startles you as you relax soon after.

"May I join you?" She asks, smirking.

"Yeah,"

Ziggy strips from her bra and panties, stepping in and sliding the curtain closed behind her as the warm water pours over her nude body. She brings you into a kiss, staying there for a few seconds before pulling away from each other.

"I'm on fire," She whispers.

The kisses between you intensifies as she grabs your hands and holds them above your head, leading her lips down to your chin then towards your neck. Kissing and lightly sucking on the sensitive spot. You lean your head back in pleasure, feeling your knees get weaker as her knee rubs against you causing you to become even more sensitive on your clitoris.

The rest got messy as Ziggy moves and kisses your chest before using her tongue and flicking your nipples, soon sucking on one as she gropes the other. You moan out, leaning against the wall of the shower, resting your hands on the walls trying to have a grip on something nearby. "Zig--"

You didn't notice but feel the water turn off, she pulls you out of the shower and you both pile on top of each other on your scattered clothes bringing Ziggy's clothes over as well. You lay down as your girlfriend helps spread your legs, lightly sucking and licking your clit.

Moaning, you have a difficult time muttering any words due to the great pleasure as you feel Ziggy insert her two fingers, middle and ring finger, inside you. Her other hand resting above your cunt.

You feel yourself getting closer as the knot in your gut slowly loosens, soon you come on Ziggy's fingers-- riding your high as your breath studders. Your hips twitching as Ziggy pulls out her fingers from your entrance.

"Holy shit, Zig. That was fucking a-amazing."

"My turn," She smirks.

You get up, hair soaking not only your clothes but the wooden floor as well. You kiss her lips before leading the trail of kisses down to her clit, lightly licking it as you flick your tongue before moving away as you let her crawl over swinging her leg over you as she sits on your face as you continue to suck and lick her before holding her hips down on you so you can go deeper in Ziggy with your tongue.

You feel her hips bucking back and forth, knowing that she's gonna orgasm soon.

As she continues to ride your face, the knot in Ziggy's abdomen loosens fairly quickly. She comes on your face as you continue to eat her out. Ziggy's moans are louder this time, her face turning a bright shade of red, she scrunches her nose as she overcomes her high, riding it out as her quick breathing slows, swinging her leg over you and sits on her knees and stares into your eyes.

You two are out of breath, but decide to continue as the thought of riding one another became a prominent thought. You grab Ziggy's left leg, swinging it over your hips and push on her right to tell her to straighten it out. You positioned yourself over her and slowly started grinding on her. Ziggy gains friction as you do the same, your clits passing along each other. You started moving your hips back and fourth harder and faster. The room was filled with moans and pants.

Ziggy admired you, seeing how beautiful you are on top of her. Ziggy's hair was sprawled out on the floor and her soft moans were pretty. "You look so pretty on top of me." She says, groping your breast and rubbing your nipple with her thumb, making you whimper.

You both were getting close to the end as Ziggy started bucking her hips matching her pace with yours as she came. You felt each other throbbing and you shut your eyes tightly as you ride out your high once again. Your eyes opened, looking Ziggy in her eyes as she smashes her lips against yours, kissing you hard and untangle your legs.

You both sit there out of breath before scurrying over and grabbing the two towels nearby and wrapping them around yourselves, soon grabbing your clothes and sliding them on as she does the same. Ziggy put extra clothes in the bathroom prior because she was gonna shower that day but got distracted by you.

You and Ziggy leave the shower cabin and head out, seeing that it is now later in the morning as you both go on about your day doing what you normally do.

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Size kink w/ dallas winston?

Anyone?

Just me?

Deliciously Delicate

Synopsis: Dally just got out of the cooler, what a better way to celebrate freedom than visiting his baby doll?

Tags/CWs: Size kink, hand jobs, Gn! reader but could be read as Fem! reader, Penetration, smoking, typical greaser style, social status is left up for interpretation, reader is called baby doll, kinda sorta aftercare.

(Credits to @riottsrph for the post divider)

When he stepped out of the cooler, Dally had 2 things on his mind: His baby doll and cigarettes. The loud sounds of the Tulsa streets did nothing to distract him, but it did serve as nice background noise. The sound of Dion Dimucci's "The Wanderer" caught his ear as he passed by the music store. "Oh well, I'm the type of guy who will never settle down. Where pretty girls are well, you know that I'm around. I kiss 'em and I love 'em 'cause to me they're all the same, I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em, they don't even know my name. They call me the wanderer. Yeah, the wanderer. I roam around, around, around... "

"Ain't that the truth..." Dally thought as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit up one of the cancer sticks. Sucking in the nicotine laced smoke didn't do much in terms of actually being enjoyable, but it did make him seem tuff. And tuff was the way to describe him... among other words.

Dally let his feet guide him to where he knew he was going first, baby doll's house. The place where his girlfriend was residing at. After all, that's where they normally were after 3, so it was where he was going.

Knocking on the window, the soft sound rousing his baby doll from bed to their feet. The curtains drew and there they stood, looking down at the hood. Their eyes darted between the cigarette in his mouth and the window.

Dally sighed, already knowing what she wanted. Dally liked his cancer sticks but something made wasting this one worth it. He stubbed out his cigarette and once they saw that it was out, they opened the window and helped the hood inside.

"Come on, ya hood..." They grunted as their smaller hands grabbing his larger, calloused hands. Dally took this help, knowing what was to come soon after.

"Hey baby doll..." He smiled as he leaned down to their height, his fingers tilting their chin up to look at him... God, something about the size difference never got tiring to him... "Did you miss me?"

"Of course I did, you hoodlum. Missed ya every moment that you weren't here with me..." They replied as they stood on their tiptoes and captured his lips in a kiss that quickly grew heated.

Dally pushed them against the wall, enjoying the feeling of his tongue exploring their mouth. The taste of their clove flavored gum that coated their tongue tasted better than the nicotine that coated his. "Fuck doll... You're still chewin' that clove gum?" He joked once he pulled back from the kiss to catch his breath.

"Always." They said softly, panting just like he was. Dally leaned forward and started trailing opened mouth kissing their neck, leaving a train of saliva in his wake.

"Mind giving me a hand here, would ya?" He whispered against their neck, gently grabbing and guiding their hand to his bulge. They quickly took to it and pulled him out of his pants.

He looked down and watched their small hand, the finger tips just barely meeting, start to move up and down. A soft sigh escaped his throat as he enjoyed the feeling of their soft hand moving. "Feels better than my own hand, baby doll..." he whispered as he bit down gently on their pulse point.

A soft moan escaped their lips at the feeling of his teeth biting down on their pulse point. "Damn Dal..." They whispered as they rubbed the tip of his dick, precum sticking to their thumb.

"Come on doll... Have some fun, yeah?" He panted softly as he grinded against their hand. "I just got out of the cooler and I've been aching for some time with you..."

Dally scooped them up and kissed them again, the feeling of their smaller frame in his arms just made him feel just a little bit more desperate. When he laid them on the bed, he looked at them for permission before pulling down their pants. "Fuck baby doll, all for me?" He asked, not expecting an answer as he started prepping their hole. His fingers gently found their hole, spitting on his hand before starting to prep them. "Dal... Stop, please... Need you, need you inside..." Dallas, ever the smug bastard, smiled before pulling his fingers out, replacing them with his dick. "Think you can take it, baby doll? Y'think your small hole can take it all?" He asked as he started slowly thrusting into them, the moans sounding like music to his ears.

"Hot damn... So... Deliciously delicate..." He murmured, locking his lips with them as he kept thrusting. "All for me... All. for. me..."

"Dally... Dally please..." They panted as they squirmed under him, already close to cumming. "Then do it, baby doll. Ain't nobody stoppin' ya..." He hummed as he enjoyed the feeling of them tightening around him.

"Mph... Fuckk..." Dally groaned, feeling them milking him for everything he's got. He didn't last much longer, pulling out and cumming on their stomach. "Damn... I needed that." He smiled as he got up and went to the bathroom to get something to clean up his mess.

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moonlight serenade or the first time reader has sex with dallas winston...

okay first let’s get this out of the way, yes i’m a minor but everyone’s aged up in this fic so don’t come for me. please don’t comment trying to police what’s appropriate for me and what’s not i’m seventeen and where i live i can legally have sex so it’s really not that deep. i’m a young woman - i’m exploring my desires in a healthy safe way and if you cannot shake this livid rage coursing through you maybe try touching some grass. xxx

this fic absolutely could not have been written with out the help of @avroravia she not only proofread it but also edited it and just offered me constant encouragement and support. basically she is just an absolute angel and i implore you to go read her fics right after you finish this 😛 amar thank you and i luv u

warnings: bad writing? (baby’s first time writing smut), um smut obvs (you are responsible for your own media consumption), fem! reader, characters are aged up, reader is a virgin, kinda dom dallas ig tho this wasn’t planned it just happened that way, 2,690 words <3

there is something poetically erotic about dallas winston.

you have known this since the day first saw him: his eyes wild and dark, his grin crooked and breath smelling of whiskey. he is animalistic in his vigor, a power that simmers and hums through his body so that you might think he was the devil. it is beautiful in a twisted way and right now you are more aware of this than ever.

shadows are cast across his face, and he leans over you in nothing but his oil stained wifebeater and jeans. he's smiling down at you, tickling you with kisses along your neck. this is as far as you've gone and because of your lack of experience as far as you've wanted to go for a long time. but right now with his st christopher glinting and dangling down in front of your gaze all you can think about how much you want him. how much you want all of him from his calloused palms to his voice made raspy with cigarettes.

“i want you to fuck me”

it comes out before you can you can think it through, words unbidden and unwanted choking your throat up. your face flushes hot and you press your hand to your mouth as if you can put them back where they came from but it’s too much too late.

he laughs lowly, voice making your skin break out into goosebumps and his hand toys with the edge of your nightdress.

“you mean that angel? you want me to be your first doll?” he grins, teeth glinting vampire like in the low light.

if you weren’t flustered before you are now from his teasing tone and you hide your face in your hands which only makes him laugh more.

“oh baby don’t hide your pretty face from me” he says before gently pulling you hands away. you’re greeted with a more genuine smile then before and he fondly tucks a stand of hair behind you ear.

“if you really mean that - i’d be real lucky to be your first, seriously i know i talk a lot of shit but if you really are sure then i’m gonna make you feel so nice” as he speaks the rough pads of his fingers draw circles along your thighs in what you’re sure is supposed to be a soothing gesture but is actually incredibly distracting. to be fair though you find everything he does distracting.

he looks at you like he’s waiting for an answer so you nod and he shakes her head.

“nah, i wanna hear you say it,” he murmurs, “say it f’me”

“please dal...” you say, shocked by how breathy your voice has become but he groans softly and it makes something pleasant creep up your gut.

“please - christ - sweetest thing i’ve ever known ain’t you?” he says hands slowly making their ascent but to your disappointment they go right up to resting on your waist. seeing your pout he smirks.

“impatient thing too, i bet. you want me to take it off?” dallas whispered, fingers lightly tugging on the soft silk straps of your nightdress.

slowly he pulls it up off you and though you’re terribly shy laying there in nothing but your now wet cotton panties, his face makes up for it.

“christ you look so fuckin’ good” he rasps lowly, tongue darting out to hungrily trace his lip.

despite your nerves you lean forward slightly and lift his vest over his head. you’ve seen dallas shirtless before and so feel confident navigating it as you press a soft kiss to his jaw. a small offering of affection where words are difficult.

and he seems to understand as he guides your hands to the cool metal of his belt buckle, your trembling fingers unclasping it and brushing over him. he groans softly and so with confidence from who knows where you press more intentionally, gasping slightly at the way he bucks into you.

“tease” he grunts out, pupils dark with something you’ve only seen a couple times before and something that makes you press your legs together absentmindedly. pushing you hand away he finally pulls his jeans fully off and you stare desperately at your boyfriend in nothing but his boxers. beautiful feels an understatement, a word that is much too fragile to describe how he looks. in fact it feels like your whole brain is simply humming with him, anything else feels deeply unimportant.

you watch as his big hands, all of him is big really, settle on the inside of your thighs. making purchase on the skin there in such a way that you wonder if there will be marks, you hope there is. that you can take a part of him with you everywhere, a marker of what it is to be touched by such a man as dallas winston.

he idly thumbs at the small bow of your panties before slipping his hand beneath the soft fabric, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth teasingly. the soft mewl you let out at his touch would be humiliating were it not for the way pleasure sparks through you as his fingers part your folds. you’ve touched yourself before sure but it has never felt like this, dallas’s fingers just so much bigger and experienced then yours. as if he knows what you need before you do.

“god you’re already so fuckin’ needy... soakin’ wet” his teasing voice drawls out but formulating a response is much too hard now his finger has found your clit and is drawing soft little teasing circles over it - both not enough and too much at once. he speeds up ever so slightly, smirking cockily at the soft gasp he draws from you. he’s lazy as he strokes you - as if he has all the time in the world and all he wants to do is watch your lashes flutter and feel the way you absentmindedly buck against hand.

the thing is though it’s not just the way his fingers know just what you do to make you feel good, though of course that is part of it but it’s just him as a whole. the way you’re completely sarrounded by him, his large frame dwarfing your smaller one, the smell of cigarettes and his shaving cream that seems to permeate the air, the praises that he almost reverently mumbles but mainly it’s the fact that it’s him. your dal - your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first love and now your first..

you whine softly when he suddenly pulls his hand away, brows scrunched up but he simply shakes his head and licks his fingers clean before fully hiking your panties down your legs.

“taste like honey” he tells you, his warm brown eyes fluttering shut at the taste.

grinning all teeth, he thumbs at it watching the way your hole flutters and clenches around nothing, dribbling down onto your floral bedsheets below.

you blink up at him through hooded lashes, the way girls do in movies and hope it is enough to seduce him into touching you again. once again though he seems to understand what you need without you even speaking as he tentatively pushes the pad of his finger into you. the gasp you let out is sinful, even just the tiniest part of him making you feel more full than ever before. gently he nudges the finger further in, eyes zeroed on the way the tight hole sucks it in like a vice. once it’s fully in he begins, slowly at first - easing you through the rhythms as he fucks you. grunting lowly as if he’s getting pleasure just from the way your face scrunches up and body trembles.

“shit - think - think you can take another one baby” he asks is as if he’s not already pushing it in, making you feel impossibly full.

he’s faster now, clear goal in mind as he stretches and curls his fingers till he finds what he’s staring for. when he feels the way you clench around him and offer him a delicious moan he knows he has. with renewed vigour he rubs that spot inside you till it’s almost too much, your legs kicking out, hands almost trying to push him away.

“dal - oh - i” you’re babbling out softly as the sensations course through you, but he just hums encouragingly.

with his free hand that had been resting on your thigh he trails it down to you clit - rubbing it in quick, tight figure-8s whilst curling the ones inside of you against that spongey spot. without warning it suddenly happens, like a pot bubbling over as you tighten around his two fingers and spill out. lips keening out a high-pitched sound somewhere between a moan and a sob as your lashes shutter quickly. that earlier tension softening to the most wonderful feeling that has your body trembling and arching.

when you come to, eyes opening you’re greeted with brown eyes glancing over you. his gaze softer then you’ve ever seen it as he messily kisses you and mumbles against your mouth “did so good for me doll - can’t wait to feel you cum like that on my cock”

“need you now dal” you whisper back using your legs to pull him in closer - it’s not enough you want to be as close to him as possible.

following your encouragement he quickly rids himself of his boxers and finally he is fully bare before you. what strikes you about dallas is the lack of shyness, as if he knows that every part of him is harshly beautiful. grecian statue with his broad nose, lightly muscular chest and his now hardened cock. he holds out a condom and with his hands leading yours, you roll it onto his dick. tentatively wrapping your small hands around it and being rewarded with a gravelly moan. “next time baby” he says and you watch, entranced as he angles himself perfectly with his palms tightly gripping your hips.

“might hurt at first babydoll but it’s gonna feel real good pretty soon okay?” he warns, brows furrowed with the tension of waiting. you nod impatiently, grabbing onto shoulders as if you can push him in by them alone.

he laughs, classic crooked grin on his face. “god real greedy aren’t you?”

his smirk is knocked off his face when he slowly pushes in, groaning lowly at how tight you are still. he’s right, there’s a slight sting between your legs but you trust him that it will get nicer. his fingers seemed big earlier but now you know they were nothing compared to the way just the head of his makes you. ever so slowly he bullies his way into you, a bead of sweat clinging to his brow as he pushes all the way. when he’s finally full sheaved, you whimper - the feeling indescribable and like nothing you’ve ever known.

“gonna... gonna... fuck... move now okay pretty girl?” he rasps out, pressing his forehead to yours. you can do nothing but nod, as your breath is stolen from you.

purposefully he begins to move, rocking in and out of you and the sting has faded now, replaced by white hot beams of pleasure that course through you with each of his movements. his mouth finds your neck and your collarbone and your breasts - basically any part of you within reach and you are almost certain there will be marks tomorrow. the steady pace is torturous now though and almost tearfully you beg him, pouting “dallas - need more!”

“spoilt little thing needs more hm?” he says and if your eyes weren’t closed you would of seen the devilish grin on his face.

and the thing is with dallas he truly can never backdown from a challenge. without warning he speeds up, a truly punishing pace that leaves you feeling such intense pleasure that all you can do is lie there and take it, your body boneless as you moan and babble.

“too much? just gonna have to fuckin’ take it…” his teasing words only serve to make you even more humiliating wet - your body having an almost pavlovian response when he mocks you.

he laughs cruelly, the pad of his thumb finding your bud and rubbing tight little circles as he jackhammers into you.

“christ- you’re so fuckin’ tight”

you can feel that familiar pleasure coming over you - your body tightening up as he continues his frantic movements. you think he’s getting close to from the way his words have faded into animalistic grunts, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and the st christopher bouncing against his bare chest. he suddenly pinches your clit and that’s all it takes. your body seizes up, eyes rolling back as you cum all over his cock. the pleasure comes in waves, rolling over you as you dig your nails into his back to ground yourself.

you tightening around him is the last push he need and with a loud moan of your name he comes into the condom, head tiredly falling against your shoulder as the high fades.

“shit wasn’t too rough was i? was tryna be gentle but then you had to give me those damn fuck-me eyes and i lost it” he says and if you didn’t know any better you might think he was feeling a bit insecure.

you smile softly though and shake your head “dal i’m so glad it was you” his ego restored he shrugs, smirking as he pulls out of you. he rises and you feel a stab in your gut - is he leaving? catching your gaze he rolls his eyes.

“cool yourself duchess, i’m just getting you something to clean you up okay?” you flush, pleased and embarrassed all at once but true to his word he reappears with a flannel wet with warm water which he uses to gently wipe you clean. once that’s done he curls up beside you, loosely wrapping his arm around your middle.

“sleep now - delicate things like you need their rest after their hot greaser boyfriends rail them within an inch of their life” he grins against your shoulder and you scoff softly, too tired to bicker. still with his arm slung around you and the warmth of his breath on your neck you’ve never felt more loved. you really are lucky to have dallas winston as your first.

bonus the next morning:

“what’s that on your necklace dal - next to the st christopher?”

“oh that it’s just your purity ring?”

“why on god’s name do you have that!” what if my parents see! they’ll kill you!”

“well shit angel it’s not like you need it anymore - not after the way i fucked you stupid last night ”

“i hate you...”

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3

[loser-clown666]

So cute 🥺

how about some ciel headcanons with a demon s/o? not with angst, like s/o is a young chaos demon that just squeezed themselves on the contract so s/o helps ciel with his work and so.

🐈‍⬛ anon

(I remember a very similar thing of demon! Ciel with a albino! demon! S/O, it's quite cute, but I'm not adding it here! Hope you enjoy reading this!)

Ciel with a Demon! S/O

✣ You met Ciel, when Sebastian introduced you both to each other. Sebastian was an elder demon who used to follow you since he met you because he had this instinct to follow you, no matter what you do and he was right as you being a chaos demon happens to be quite harming to his contracts...

✣ Whenever you would get even a hundred mile near the person he has a contract with, they would get in some type of wierd situation, but he enjoys your company even though he hates all demons, except you as you're quite helpful and you knew how to protect his masters and wouldn't be salavting over his master's soul, like he though you would.

✣ So, upon his introducing you, Ciel took you in as one of his maids and upon taking you in, he noticed the immediate change it had on the manor, the trio would cause less problems for him, Sebastian's cats aren't shoing up as often, the place is often clean and Elizabeth ins't decorating it in embarrasing yet cute decor he hates so much.

✣ As he slowly developed feelings and you both started dating, he got to learn about you being a chaos demon, he learnt how Sebastian would protect him from you accidentally bringing chaos everywhere you go, but he doesn't care as you bringing chaos isn't going to change his loves for you.

✣ He is actually quite happy you're a demon, it's because he knows you won't die and it definitely won't be easy to kill, with Sebastian polishing your skills and helping you and though you're younger and around Ciel's age in demon years, you're a fast learner, except sometimes in battles you zone out, but are still fighting and dodging your enemy amazingly except you're staring into nothing...It concerns both Ciel and Sebastian as is this even normal?

✣ Ciel now has another protector, also since you eat the souls of certain people who try to attack Ciel and have a tasty soul, you're rather full and have no need of eating Ciel's soul. If it's Sebastian who kills the perpetrator, he will bring those souls to you, but only if they are high quality souls, he refuses to have his child/sibling/problem child figure have low quality and disgusting souls..

✣ Ciel allows you wayyyy more freedom than he allows Sebastian, like you have brought in three, white tigers in the manor, and Ciel didn't even care, he was also wearing a mask, did those even exist back then? But anyways, Seb is jealous at the amount of freedom you have, except it goes away when you invite him to cuddle with those three, adult, white tigers.

✣ Also, you're just as talented in things as Sebastian despite being at such a young age like you already know 21 languages, can manipulate anyone you want, great st using multiple weapons at the same time, fighting and dodging while drinking a smoothie or eating a cake at the same time. And even though Sebastian says it's because of him, Ciel doesn't believe him because he believes you're just amazing like that!

✣ If you're happy with showing him your horns and wings on occasions, he would love to groom them, clean them, wash them and polish them nicely for you and he does it so often, he knows everything about demon self-care, you'd look all shiny and whenever you and Sebastian show each-other your wings and horns, he's surprised at how clean they are, despite knowing how you don't clean regularly...

✣ Oh, speaking of wings, he loves to cuddle you and sleep with you while you have your wings out, he gets all whiny and upset if you refuse to show them to him when you go to sleep because they're dirty or smell or whatever because you know he will drag you to clean them no matter how late at night it is, cause he now can't sleep without stroking, touching or cuddling your wings..Have fun!

✣ Overall, he doesn't really care, but he's less possessive because he knows demons don't fall for just anyone they meet, only special chosen one, so you won't fall for anybody else and because he knows you won't die during a stupid assassin!

[loser-clown666]

So cute 🥺🥰

Sonic the real life hedgehog and friends!

some stickers designs 

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House mascots plushies! a friend told me why havent I draw some plushies of the mascots of HP and well, I couldn’t resist the idea

[loser-clown666]

Random Knuckles x fem! Reader. Reader can be human or mobian!

You rented out a hotel room for a few days so you and your warrior could have some alone time. And hey, you have Tom's phone number incase there's an issue.

As of now, you were walking beside your partner, heading towards the elevator. He seemed skeptical of it as the doors opened.

"What kind of magic is this, my maiden?" He gave the elevator a very cold glare.

Oh Knuckles. So feisty, yet so cute and curious.

"Sweetie, this is an elevator. It carries people from floor to floor. It's easier than using the stairs. It saves your energy!" You stepped inside with him.

He seemed to be content with your reply.

Once the elevator carried you to your floor, you grabbed your suitcase and walked down the hall. Upon entering the bedroom, you gasped.

"It's so fancy in here! TV, fancy bed sheets!"

Knuckles grew a smile. He always liked that light in your eye when you got excited over something.

"Indeed. But, if this is to be our new territory, I must make our mark well known here. And you have to help me with that."

"...eh? :D?" What did he mean???

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"AH~! O-OH! S-sooo-o good~!!" You wrapped your legs around his waist as he rutted into your pussy.

When he said "make our mark," you should've figured he meant get your semen on the sheets.

Too bad the sheets will be washed by hotel staff 🤧

The warrior grunted as he pounded deep into your entrance, like he was feral.

"You look gorgeous, my dear. Like an angel sent from the heavens themselves. And you're doing so well for me.." he praised, holding you close.

"I'm gonna cum! Oh~!" Your eyes rolled back into your head as the pleasure only grew and grew.

When you climaxed with your lover, some of it leaked out of your pussy and onto the sheets.

This made the echidna chuckle. "Now others know this place is ours." He slowly pulled out of you.

Now, how to break it to him that the staff are gonna clean the sheets when you guys leave?

Sorry it's short y'all o(-( ))

@pooplyface1423

[loser-clown666]

Movie Shadow x fem! Reader! 18+ only! Reader can be mobian or human!))

You told Tom you wanted to go out and try your new skates that he got you from your birthday. He agreed, but told you to be careful.

Were you? Yes

Did you still fall and scuff your knees open? Yes

"You have to be very cautious, especially on cement road like the driveway." The ebony hedgehog warned you, currently tending to your wounds.

Your lover was none other than Shadow the Hedgehog. So strong, so deadly, but so caring.

You giggled. "Relax, Shads. I've suffered worse! Honest! Oh-" you blushed when he kissed the bandages on your knees.

"I can help you. But we need a more suitable environment. More even ground that isn't bumpy from small pebbles." He got onto his motorcycle, holding a hand out. "My lady.."

"Such a gentleman~!" You took his hand, allowing him to pull you up behind him. Once you wrapped your arms around him, he zoomed off.

"WOOHOOO~!! YEAH!" You raised a fist into the air as Shadow swerved through traffic, ignoring the honking of the cars.

As he drove, he handed you his phone. "You can have control of the Playlist if you'd like. I got speakers installed onto this."

"Thanks, Shads!" You picked a song, then tucked his phone safely into your pocket, going back to hugging him.

The Hedgehog smirked. "Ah, My World Is Burning Down Around Me? That's one of my favorites, really."

"Yeah, same here! It's so relatable, haha!"

~~~

He brought you to a skating rink when it was dark outside. So you wouldn't feel embarrassed if you fell and someone saw you.

He hovered infront of you, holding your hands as you started skating. "That's it, my dear. That's it."

You almost fell a few times, but you knew he'd never let that slide on his watch.

"I think I'm getting it! I'm doing it!" Once he key go of your hands, you began skating the same way he did.

And he adored that you tried copying him.

"Then I think you deserve a reward. Change to your normal shoes, then follow me, alright?" His ear flicked.

"Sounds good, babe!" You removed your skates, then put your normal shoes on again.

Once that was done, you followed him behind a large tree.

What was he gonna do???

"Now then..your reward, is me." He got onto his knees and tugged at your pants.

Your face felt hot, but you helped him pull your pants down anyway. Something about the possibility of being caught by a stranger made your pussy get wet.

And Shadow noticed it immediately. He ran his tongue along your newly exposed thighs, before flicking against your clit.

You groaned and gently tugged at his quills. "S-Shadow..ohh.."

"Shh. Let me handle this." He started lapping at your pussy like he was starving for weeks, even inserting two fingers into your slick folds and pumping them.

The pleasure grew and grew, as did his pace. But you didn't wanna cum until he was inside you.

"Shadow, please..I-I need you inside of me n-now.."

"Beg like you really want it.." he continued eating you out.

"Shadow! Please~! I- I-"

"What?" He snarled.

"I want your dick inside of me right now~!"

At this, he pulled away and stood up, his erection hard and throbbing. He gently gripped your hips and slid you down the tree, so you were sitting on the ground. Then he lined up at your entrance and pushed his way inside.

"I'm going to make you scream." He warned, before thrusting into you.

You moaned loudly and threw your head back, not caring if anybody saw or heard you. This felt way too good. Might as well enjoy it.

Pretty soon, your walls clenched around Shadow's length, and you felt it throb inside of you. He was close.

"Ah~! Oh yeah! Harder, harder Shadow!" You begged, gripping his back quills.

"God- your going to be the death of me, Jesus christ." He groaned out, picking up his pace.

Your orgasm was mind blowing, to say the least. Usually, sex between the two of you was passionate and slow. This?

This was much better.

You panted as he pulled out of you, a mixture of your fluids leaking out of your entrance.

"Better clean up. Don't wanna have to explain yourself to Tom and Maddie, do you?" He tutted, gently poking your cheek.

"S-shut up-"

That's right. I knew u thirsty movie Shadow simps would search 4 this. Reblog if u want!))

[loser-clown666]

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

First kiss.

context: post blissful ending. You kiss, mwah.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*who knew entities could be such teases?*

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

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

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

[loser-clown666]

Homicipher request for the Homicipher starved fans pls? 🥺 Is it okay to ask for the reactions of Mr. Silvair, Mr. Chopped(as he gets wheeled past us on a cart after being kidnapped, again), Mr. Gap, Mr. Machete, and Mr. Scarletella with a reader who winks and blows a kiss as they pass by them? Like for some reason reader seems to be in a really good mood and they're skipping around with their trusty crowbar in hand then they see one of the boys then mwa~💋. I can imagine that they'd be confused at the unfamiliar gesture but I'd like to get your thoughts on it. 😂

⊱ Homicipher Characters’ Reactions to MC Winking at Them and Blowing Them a Kiss ⊰ || Multiple Character Headcanons

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Character(s): Mr. Silvair, Mr. Chopped, Mr. Gap, Mr. Machete, and Mr. Scarletella (Homicipher/文字化化) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): Spoilers for Homicipher (MC’s Lore), Brief Canon-typical Mentions of Violence (Mr. Machete’s Part), Canon-typical Horror Elements (Mr. Gap and Mr. Scarletella's Parts), Cultural Barriers (None of Them Understand the Gesture). Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, Platonic or Romantic Relationship Word Count: ~1,880 Request: “Homicipher request for the Homicipher starved fans pls? 🥺 Is it okay to ask for the reactions of Mr. Silvair, Mr. Chopped(as he gets wheeled past us on a cart after being kidnapped, again), Mr. Gap, Mr. Machete, and Mr. Scarletella with a reader who winks and blows a kiss as they pass by them? Like for some reason reader seems to be in a really good mood and they're skipping around with their trusty crowbar in hand then they see one of the boys then mwa~💋. I can imagine that they'd be confused at the unfamiliar gesture but I'd like to get your thoughts on it. 😂” Author’s Note: They all would definitely be confused by the unfamiliar gesture, so I kind of did headcanons about how each of them would react to you blowing them a kiss/how they would go about trying to understand what the gesture meant by using context clues (or just straight-up asking you about it haha). Sorry if they’re not great! I’m still trying to figure out how I want to balance the characters’ personalities as they are in canon while adding some more fun/whimsical aspects of your ask.

→ If you enjoyed my work, please reblog it if you can! Exposure on Tumblr is based on reblogging content rather than liking it, so your support would be much appreciated!  ♡

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💉: He smiles softly at your cheerful demeanor, yet it falters slightly when you press the tips of your fingers to your lips and squeeze one of your eyes shut in response to him looking in your direction. You remove your fingers from your pursed lips and blow out a puff of air before continuing in the direction you had been walking towards. While he could infer you were in a good mood by your body language, he was curious to know what exactly the gesture meant. 

💉: Instead of lightly treading the question or observing you for any longer to see if he could figure out what the gesture meant by using context clues, Mr. Silvair instead just asks you directly to get an answer as soon as possible the next time he sees you. He deeply enjoyed research and observation, yes, but there was no need to wait to gather information when you were a perfect source of it. 

💉: Of course, it wasn’t easy to explain what “blowing a kiss” was, especially since they didn’t even have equivalent words in their language for “blow” or “kiss,” but you tried your best with what you had to work with. It’s almost funny how earnestly Mr. Silvair is hanging onto every word you speak. He chuckles after you finish explaining, amused by the gesture and its meaning – how quaint, he thinks to himself. 

💉: He found humans to be fascinating and their diverse cultures even more so, so he was of course interested in learning whatever you were able to recall from your previous life in your old realm before you ended up in this one. He treats everything you tell him with an air of respect, and he even documents what you share with him so he (and you) never forget that part of yourself. 

💉: Mr. Silvair finds the gesture to be an entertaining one, but deducts that it’s not usually one humans do with strangers or those they are not comfortable with from your explanation. Does that mean you are comfortable enough around him to express yourself in that manner? How fascinating... Do you care to tell him why you feel the way you do toward him? He’s very much interested in learning the reasoning behind your thought processes. 

🗣️: Mr. Chopped smiles so widely when he sees you in such a chipper mood, making your way down the hall with a noticeable spring in your step. He likes seeing you happy, so it makes him feel good, too, watching you skip by with such a bright expression on your face! Then, you press your hand to your lips and wink, blowing something he couldn’t see in his direction, and suddenly he’s confused. 

🗣️: Huh… well, that was strange. For some reason, though, the playful gesture seemed almost familiar, yet he couldn’t remember why. He can’t exactly chase after you and ask what that meant, so he’d have to wait until the next time he saw you (which he hoped wouldn't be a long wait – he liked spending time with you). 

🗣️: The next time he saw you, he asked if you could explain what the gesture meant. You did the best you could, but you’re pretty sure he comprehended what you were telling him if the giddy expression on his face was anything to go by. His excitement was quite adorable. However, his expression suddenly falls, and you watch him begin to sulk. How was he supposed to blow you a kiss in return? He didn’t have a body!! The poor man is so distraught. 

🗣️: He gets either Mr. Silvair to help him out or Mr. Hand to, well… give him a hand to enact his plan. The next time you see him, he calls out to you with such a delighted look on his face. So, you make your way over to him and kneel down to his level, watching as the sentient hand comes up to Mr. Chopped’s lips, making the same gesture you did, before he blows you a kiss and winks. He did it! He blew you a kiss!! 

🗣️: Mr. Chopped is very proud of himself and the pleased expression on his face is far too charming for you. He feels a warmth in his metaphorical chest knowing that you felt comfortable enough with him to blow him a kiss, especially since it seems like something humans do with those they are most comfortable with. 

🕳️: He’s honestly somewhat impressed you knew he was there, observing you through the small hole in the wall while you walk around like you’re on top of the world. He can’t help but wonder what happened that has you so chipper, but his thoughts are derailed a bit when you press your hand to your mouth and blow something at him, closing one of your eyes as you do so… What the hell was that?? 

🕳️: He feels somewhat offended, honestly, and gets that semi-disgusted look on his face before disappearing into the darkness. Mr. Gap understands it’s some kind of weird human gesture, but he can’t really put two-and-two together about what it means. Though, he finds himself continuing to watch you from any nook-and-cranny he could find, observing you to see if you would do the gesture again – you don’t.

🕳️: Mr. Gap ends up startling you while you’re walking down a long, grimy hallway, his hand darting out from a vent to grab your ankle. His grip isn’t tight, but it most certainly scares the life out of you and effectively catches your attention. He finds your scare amusing but ends up cutting straight to the point and asks you why you blew something at him. 

🕳️: Even after explaining what the gesture meant, Mr. Gap still doesn’t fully understand why you did it, so you just tell him it was supposed to be a nice gesture that showed you enjoyed him – playful. That is something he does understand, and it’s almost amusing how the smirk on his face grew. He must be special, he thinks, and his smugness is radiating from his face peeking out of the darkness. 

🕳️: Mr. Gap doesn’t do the gesture back, but he strangely enough finds himself hoping you don’t blow anyone else your kisses. He doesn’t know why the thought of you sharing the gesture with another annoys him a little bit – after all, it wouldn’t make it special anymore if you did it with everyone. He even begins bringing you things, like more crowbars or even pieces of candy he finds lying around. It’s almost like he’s trying to bribe you…

🔪: He sees you happily skipping around and finds himself having to do a double-take at the strange sight. It wasn’t a bad sight, not at all, it was just weird seeing you so bright and lively. However, his mind buffers a bit when you look at him, pursing your lips and giving him a wink before your fingertips press to your mouth and then flick towards him. 

🔪: Mr. Machete is immediately annoyed, not knowing what the gesture meant, and he assumes you were trying to pick a fight with him. So, he takes his large sword and reels it back, throwing it at you with a strength that still had your eyes boggling. You duck with a yelp as the sword implants itself into the wall behind you. 

🔪: He makes his way over to you with incredible speed, blocking your body between his and the wall as he looks down at you, his head tilted to the side as he asks you if you wanted to fight him. Mr. Machete finds your frustrated expression endearing as you tell him the gesture was meant to be playful and fun. He’s low-key kind of disappointed you didn’t want to fight, but he steps away from you after your explanation without another word. 

🔪: However, while looking down at your angry expression, Mr. Machete suddenly has the urge to squeeze you (I imagine he experiences cuteness aggression regarding you). So, he reaches down and squeezes your cheeks between his large and calloused hand, causing your lips to purse. Even though you hadn’t been in the mood to fight him, now you were. He smirks widely as you two begin to spar all because he misconstrued what your gesture meant. 

🔪: Mr. Machete doesn’t see the point of blowing kisses, and he doesn’t feel any particular way about the gesture. It’s kind of whatever for him, even though he does notice that you don’t seem to do it with anyone else. After the first time (that ended up leading to a spar), though, he notices you hadn’t blown him another kiss since… He ends up coming up to tell you in his gruff, almost rude way, that he wouldn’t mind if you did it again. 

🩸: He tilts his head to the side at the gesture, his shaggy red hair swaying with the movement. Well… that was new, he thinks. He liked you quite a bit (far more than just a bit, really… my man is kind of obsessed with you), and he had been following you throughout your entire journey in this realm, yet he had never once seen that expression or gesture from you before. Now, he was curious to know what it meant, and he was going to try and figure it out one way or another.  

🩸: He continues to keep his eye on you, following you as you go about your day. Mr. Scarletella likes seeing you so chipper and full of life, especially considering you were someone who tended to take life from others. The dichotomy between your behavior and actions had his heart racing. However, despite what he expected, you never did the gesture again. So, he couldn’t gather information by observing you – he would need to simply ask you directly, then. 

🩸: Mr. Scarletella effectively manages to corner you after some time, catching you completely off-guard. While you two had certainly started off on the wrong foot, you had gotten to the point where you were relatively calm and comfortable around the strange man who was so incredibly down bad for you. He gazes down at you with his lifeless eyes, inquiring about the gesture you made earlier. 

🩸: You explain to him what the gesture meant for you, that you were simply in a good mood and felt a little bit playful at the moment when you blew him a kiss. Mr. Scarletella smiles at your words, feeling very pleased with the information. So, it meant you liked him, correct? It meant you felt comfortable enough to express your happiness towards him in such a way, right?

🩸: Well, you inadvertently ended up making him even more obsessed with you, and now his feelings become even stronger every time you blow him a kiss. Mr. Scarletella finds the act an interesting way to express your interest and enjoyment of another being, so he begins to blow you his own kisses in return. He is one of the characters I feel would want to learn more about human customs to deepen his relationship with you even if he doesn’t fully grasp why some gestures mean certain things. 

[loser-clown666]

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

First Time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[loser-clown666]

[SPOILERS] Homicipher Is Actually Romantic, Convince Me Otherwise [Analysis/Opinion] [SFW]

Word count: 3,332

Edit: 11/7/2024

[Feel free to skip to the last objective "Individual route discussion + what made it romantic" if you want to get straight to the point]

Homicipher is truthfully a romantic (or platonic) game. It is a game that has to be looked at from a different perspective when it comes to love/romance. A game where you have to take in consideration of the characters and the nature of their 'other world'. Today's post will discuss into what I believe made Homicipher an oddly, but romantic game, despite its shortcoming and abrupt ends.

⚠️[MAJOR LORE/CHARACTER ROUTE SPOILERS] ⚠️

Discussion Objectives:

Definition of Love & how it plays into Homicipher

The nature of the 'other world' and ghosts

Individual route discussion + what made it romantic (thoughts)

What Is Love & How Does It Play Into Homicipher?

Love has many layers of definition and associations. Maybe, that is why some may deem Homicipher to be "unromantic" and some disagree on that thought. It also varies based on the type of content/exposure you had consume in the category of love [whether romantic or platonic]. Socially, from a common standpoint, love is a strong attachment or affection for someone. Often from a social standpoint associated with dates, affection, and intimacy. However, love is always changing, since it is a social script on what its suppose to be, and changes as society progresses. Some notions stay the same but some begin to change (just like how language and certain concepts begin to change in the other world, a different society from our own). For the sake of a "true" definition of love. I will be using the definition offered by the Oxford Language Dictionary. So, what is love?

Love as a noun is...

"An intense feeling of deep affection"

"A great interest and pleasure in something"

"A person or thing that one loves"

Love as a verb is...

"Feel deep affection for (someone)"

"Like or enjoy very much"

Not long after its release there had been a fair number of comments/reviews criticizing Homicipher for its lack of romance. This claim is NOT entirely wrong. From the expectations of a "normal" Otome/dating sim it doesn't necessarily meet the requirements because of its lack of intimacy, affection and interest from a HUMAN/SOCIETAL perspective. We must remember that romance/love does not necessarily equate to kissing, hand holding, and intimacy especially considering that these are the HUMAN (societal) views on what romance/love is. A concept that had become lost in the 'other world'. So how can we call Homicipher romantic if we have to cross out the influence of our society? The answer is that we can't fully avoid it, HOWEVER, we must be open to a different perspective of what 'their' version of love is (platonic love/or romantic). No matter how lacking, dense, twisted and grotesque the moments we have spent with these ghosts are. In some shape and form it CAN equate itself to love (platonic/ or romantic). I think a lot of people forget that time itself can be equate to some complicated level of love. The fact you spend time with someone, and it develops to something further for worse or better, something that even love may not be able to name, is what this game demonstrates.

Homicipher has a consistent theme, the loss of truth, the acceptance of ignorance and the concept of eternity. Which shockingly is where the romance comes from. When we allow ourselves to rot in that world. When we ignore the exit and choose to stay, is where the romance comes through. Love is complicated. What can I say?

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The Nature of the 'Other World' & Ghosts

Alot of the ghosts we encounter can be friendly, but also just as deadly. We hear it from almost all of the casts warning or discussing about how dangerous a lot of the ghosts (including themselves) roam in this world, and in different endings, succumb to this danger ourselves. The longer we stay in this world, we soon start to become no different. As we, a human, begin to slowly transform into a different entity. We begin to react more violently (though it can be argued that since our MC is a serial killer, she might have just been violent and cruel in general). When angered, or things start not to go her way, she gets filled with bloodlust and takes it out on who she's with. Killing is a common thing to do in this world, especially when experiencing anger, sadness and even boredom. The concept of death is a little complicated as they can easily regenerate themselves back to "life". As the game progresses, we learn that some of these ghosts cannot grasp certain concepts (such as love), remember their own name and self, and don't have exact words (sometimes none) for items.

When sometimes even confessing that you like some of the ghosts they question you, and state that they cannot understand you or that feeling (platonic/ or romantic). We are in a setting that is beyond the mortal realm, there aren't any exactly "ideal" dates in a place different from the moral realm... so you're going to be stuck in a scary place, having a scary "date".

However just because they cannot understand the concept of love, doesn't meant that they can't feel it. It is something that the body may still feel, and the mind not being able to put an identity to that feeling or even situation, since meanings and concepts get lost within this realm. The fact that we are allowed to spend an eternity in this realm, with our handsome casts of ghosts. Is oddly and sadly romantic. For Mr. Crawling it is his devotion and loyalty to you, it is how he worries and cares for you, it is his affection and attempts to soothe you. For Mr. Silvair it is his care for you (as research of course lol), your usefulness (which is why he is attracted to you), but even then, one of his endings he keeps you as a head, when you had become useless to him. For Mr. Gap he finds you intriguing, he wants to play and follow you around, always asking for parts of you with consent, loves to brag about himself to you. For Mr. Chopped it is his want to rely on you, to feel safe with you, to protect him, to spend time with him. For Mr. Hood it his willingness to help you for an eternity, to roam with you forever, keeping you away from danger. For Mr. Machete it is the fact you both spend an eternity searching for a home together, to suffer boredom together, to suffer within each other's presence. For Mr. Scarletella it is his obsession for you and his willingness to spend an eternity with you.

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Individual Routes + What Made Them Romantic

[Not in any particular order]

Mr. Crawling

If I had to rank who had the most "romantic" route overall, it would be Mr. Crawling. With the definition usage of love from the Oxford dictionary, verb and noun he checks all the list. Not only that, but we spend time with him the most out of all the other casts. He was the very first ghost we meet (briefly in the beginning) and got stuck with. We are like a baby bird imprinting on him because we saw him first and spent time with him the most, so of course we might feel the most attached to him compared to the others. As the game progresses Mr. Crawling doesn't fail to let us know that he cares for us and our safety warning us of the dangers that come and explaining how to navigate our way around danger. He expresses his worries when we disappeared. He seems to have some concept of love (platonic/ or romantic) as he admittedly tells us that he likes us and ask us if we like him. He expresses how he wants to follow and protect us. He also has so many cute scenes! Scenes where he pats our head, scenes where we lay together, chat a lot together. He is devoted and loyal to us, never harming us even once.

We even get a scene where he gets jealous when we called Mr. Chopped cute with the cat headband! So, he also makes an attempt to be cute too! We are always together with him, and that makes us BOTH happy. Although we don't have our traditional romantic dates like shopping, movie night. We get a bed scene and get to take him back home with us.

There are many types of romance. Platonic and romantic. You the reader/player is allowed to view it however you want. The game does not punish you for the lack of interactions with the casts. You just end up missing out on certain scenes/moments with them is all. However, for the sake of this post I will be making attempts to talk about the romantic aspect (but platonic romance can also be put into place).

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Mr. Silvair

lt's apparent that Mr. Silvair keeps us as research material and confines us in his lair. He is interested in our body, and also interested in returning our mind/intellect back to its original state. It is this interest in us that makes him "love" us. Does confinement and research count as love? Well...maybe not in terms of human definition but in the Mr. Silvair way, it's the closest thing you can get to romantic (or platonic). Afterall, the concept of love has become lost in this world.

I believe he still has some attachment to us, because in the ending A Head's Life, he still keeps you as a companion along with Mr. Chopped. He claims that you are no longer useful/capable but that it is okay, as long as danger is no longer here. When you choose to ask him why he did what he did and ask if he likes you, he tells you it was for research and that love is something he cannot understand. He also doesn't understand why you get so angry when he helped you return your intellect back. He still though has some sort of concept of empathy, because in his route when you choose to kill him and hide yourself away. He comes follow you and expresses that he's sorry and tells you a little about himself. He allows you free will, at this point, allowing you to leave him or stay with him.

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Mr. Gap

Mr. Gap always wants a piece of us, literally. Why does he? Because it's just for fun. The most interaction we get with him is through the multiple crevices within this world and the short route he gets in chapter 4. He takes but sometimes may give. However, he doesn't fail to be thoughtful. It's hilarious how in chapter 4 when he offers us a crowbar in exchange for your heart, you can just smack him for it with no consequences. He also likes to brag about himself to you which honestly is a little cute. With his ending Return, we only have him left in the 'other world'. Our comfort lies with him, although he may be a little annoying, he is the only one we have left. We maybe have become a little codependent on him, but maybe he likes that?

God his annoyed/disgusted face is so hilarious, do it again Mr. Gap! He seems to stick around with us mainly just for funsies and being nosy, and honestly, he is so real for that. But it seems he likes to stay around with us at least. In the return end he is with us, and continues to stay lurking, perhaps watching over us until he is needed. Quite handy am I right? Haha.

He is depicted as quite the gentleman, but also just as fun and teasing. There are times where he does help you with no charge, such as barging into his hole (the face he makes in that scene is hilarious). Again, when presented with beating him for your crowbar, he gets a little upset but, honestly still helps you out. He probably thinks violence is funny which is why he constantly still teases you by asking to take away your body parts. It's just too fun!

Someone had brought up to my attention that Mr.Gap tends to ask for parts that can be easy to part with as we progress. Asking for our feet, legs, and fingers instead, when he seems to still clearly prefer the heart over the other parts. He adjusts his request when he realizes we won’t give our heart.

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Mr. Chopped

Mr. Chopped is just a head; how can he possibly be or have anything romantic? Well, not necessarily to the level of Mr. Crawling but, we get to have a few small moments with him and spend some time with him. Since he is just a head, he can't help but need to rely on others. Of course, he has to be selectively about it because falling in the wrong hands devastates him.

Mr. Chopped when he gets forced into playing with the deer child, he seems happy to see a familiar face and calls us out to help him. Our poor baby was in trouble!

His ending head hunt is tragically sad but also bittersweet. MC cares so much about Mr. Chopped that she spends an eternity as an entity searching for a lost head, searching for Mr. Chopped who she failed to rescue.

During his own special route Mr. Chopped does his best to help us, but there is only so much a head can do. To make up for his lack of body though, he seems to be more expressive with his mouth and emotions. We get to take him to get a haircut and wash his hair. This seems pretty date like to me. Although our time was abrupt and short with Mr. Chopped. It makes me happy that we get this small, cute scene with him, which makes him much more lovable.

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Mr. Hood

Mr. Hood protects you from harm, and also heeds your commands. He also carries you around. He means no harm and is there to guide. He cares for your safety and seems to dislike anything dangerous or threatening towards him and others that he protects.

At the end of his route, he states how often you get in danger and takes you with him, telling you that he must protect you since you asked him to (referring to an earlier scenario when you asked him to stay with you, when you reunited with Mr. Crawling and the others, but he leaves). So I would assume he would always be by your side now eternally staying together and protecting you from danger when needed. How cute! Some people are into that. But personally, for me Mr. Hood felt more like a father/brother to me. Maybe it was because he was always willing to guide us? But some people are into the brotherly/fatherly type of men, and hey I don't judge.

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Mr. Machete

At first, I did not see the appeal to Mr. Machete, he seemed like a ghost that killed for boredom and most of the time we just followed him around aimlessly...WELL, after playing his route and letting it soak in my brain. That is entirely the whole point of his character. He is a ghost that had become bored because he had too much time on his hands and continues to search for his home. He is our tsundere dummy macho ghost, and honestly, I love that about him. He could've killed us again like how he tried earlier, but after that first attempt, he reluctantly allows us to follow him. It's funny how much he runs away if the odds are against him, and when he mocks us it's even more hilarious. Mr. Machete likes us if we are strong opponent for him, he even expresses that he thinks we are fun and likes us when we defeat Mr. Hugeface on our own.

Not going to lie, I fell for Mr. Machete right here. We were low on blood, and he just slices his hand, FEEDING us HIS BLOOD. Like OMG that was so hot, he opens our mouth forceful, and we drink his blood. He somewhat cares about us, to be doing all of that for us. After that we get a timed choice to stall or follow him. When you choose to stall he pauses with you and asks if you're okay and to catch up with him. For someone who had been reluctant and annoyed at us for following him, took a moment of his time to wait for you. He WANTED you to tag along with him. We then venture on with him aimlessly searching for his and our home. Torturing each other with our presences. But maybe, just maybe, they can slowly become that home together that they were searching for.

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Mr. Scarletella

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. At first, he appears to be just any ghost that wants to attack us. It took me a while to warm up to him because of so little we knew about him. I thought he wanted to take our name for fun/or collection, but then it's revealed that he knows us. That he harbors some sort of love and obsession for us and believes that we love him because of all the blood and bodies we "offered" him. In a twisted way, this situation is a cute and romantic misunderstanding. Mr. Scarletella fell in love with us for providing him many blood and bodies. He wants us to spend an eternity with him. He WANTS to spend an eternity with us. He invites us to this other world because perhaps he wants us to become a ghostly being just like him, or maybe he wants to have easier access to us (since his myth that he only appears on rainy days) to meet us. Although we didn't get to have as many interactions with him, that is what makes this love toxic. It is a parasocial love, he fell in love with us from afar. When you piece everything together with your dictionary the words he proposes to you sound like wedding vows when you give your name to him. Which make it all so more lovely, even if he takes our soul away.

(My translation/interpretation of the scene, where he asks for your name)

Chapter 2, Scene 24

Scarletella: "You found your name...?"

Scarletella: "Teach me your name." (ARF ARF WRARF)

Scarletella: "I want you." (YES PLEASE)

Scarletella: "Will you give your name?" (OF COURSE)

Scarletella: "Your name?" (👁️👄👁️)

*You give him your name here*

Scarletella: "I have your name."

Scarletella: "I have obtained you." (YES YOU DID, COME TAKE ME)

Scarletella: "Let's leave together." (ARF ARF WRARFFFFFFFF)

Scarletella: "I love you"

Scarletella: "And you love me."

Scarletella: "You gave it to me...Thank you" (I'LL GIVE YOU IT ALL)

Scarletella: "Forever/eternally together..." (YES SIR)

Scarletella: "Together." (ARF ARF WRARRF ARFA)

He is quite the romancer hehe. It seems like Mr. Scarletella has some form of concept when it comes to love, which is to be together forever, even if you end up as a blood pool. Together is together.

I find it interesting how his two endings: Scarletella and Scarlet Rain parallels each other so well. In the Scarletella ending, we (mc unknowingly) give our consent to being together forever with Mr. Scarletella, but we are still alive. When MC wakes up, she sees a clear umbrella on the floor and picks it up. I believe that we have now embodied or spirited the umbrella, spending eternity with Mr. Scarletella. He owns us now.

However, in the Scarlet Rain end he becomes ours, the umbrella stays red, and we still, eternally are together forever.

[loser-clown666]

HOMICIPHER || MR CRAWLING HCS.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ — content: headcanons, mentions of game typical topics, blood, game spoilers, mr crawling's endings spoilers, established relationship, mr crawling being the greenest flag ever.

★◞ — If there is something Mr Crawling loves more than you, it has to be seeing you smile. Just like did back then with the ears he found, hoping to catch even the faintest glimpse of your beautiful smile, he has made it his life goal to keep you happy. He often studies your behaviour, learning what makes you laugh and crack and smile to make sure he can recreate it.

★◞ — It's not a surprise he loves his hair, and he gets excited whenever you tend it. He enjoys feelings your fingers brush through it, washing it, taking care of it and even braiding it.

★◞ — While waiting for you, Mr Crawling likes cuddling up in your bed, surrounded by your smell. He likes to pretend it's you he's cuddled up against, waiting impatiently for your return.

★◞ — he is definitely the jealous type. He gets all sad whenever your attention isn't on him, desperately trying to find ways to get it back. He's like a sulking, small puppy, and you cannot help but find it endearing. He depends on words of affirmation, needing to hear you say he's all that you need.

★◞ — Very clingy. Will cling to you at any chance given. Enjoys physical touch as much as words of affirmation. He loves giving you headpats just as much as he loves receiving them.

★◞ — If you were to cook him the nastiest thing on earth, he would still eat it and smile afterwards, letting you know he liked it. As long as you cooked it, no bad taste can ruin the otherwise deadly meal.

★◞ — When the two of you arrived in front of the elevator, Mr Crawling couldn't help but feel somewhat nervous. When you asked him to take it with you, he experienced a sense of happiness he had never felt before, following right after you.

★◞ — He really appreciates the fact you try your best to learn his language as a way to communicate, so in exchange for that he pays attention to you, trying (and usually miserably failing) to learn human language. The one sentence he did manage to learn was „I love you“ which makes you tear up every time you hear it (whenever you get back home after a long day of work)

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are you afraid of me?

what the hell type of name is "mr. crawling" if he can fucking walk?

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮ based on the hc that mr crawling doesn't stand so he doesn't scare mc.

warnings. just fluff/comfort, some spoilers for end04 and end17

Mr. Crawling is kind.

Mr. Crawling is sweet.

Mr. Crawling is a complete mystery to you.

Other than his complete and instant devotion to you, you know almost nothing about him. Not that you’re complaining; since escaping the other world with him in tow, he’s been a pretty decent roommate.

He doesn’t have many hobbies, unless staring at you from across the room counts. The only mess he leaves is long, black hairs that snake along the shower walls and more often than not clog the drain. He doesn’t even eat your food—something you discovered after a week of trial and error, setting out everything from leftovers to raw steak in the hopes of figuring out what a creature like him might like. As it turns out, he isn’t much of an eater, and he refuses to wear anything but the clothes he crossed over in, so at least you didn’t need to buy him new clothes. He’s low-maintenance in those areas, thankfully, and your paycheck doesn’t take a huge hit. 

Still, as close as you are, and as much as you’ve grown fond of him, you know nothing about who or what he truly is. Can he stand? Does he even have eyeballs? You know he can see, somehow, but how? Does he have teeth? You’re not even sure there’s a word for teeth in his language… Would he need a dentist? As most of your Mr. Crawling mouth knowledge went, you knew he had a tongue. 

The days pass, you fall into routines, and so do your questions.

“Crawling,” you had said one night, settled up on the sofa after a long day at work.  “Why can’t you stand?”

Mr. Crawling looks up from the screen, his wide smile faltering as he absorbs your question. His hair falls across his face, hiding whatever might be behind those red blotches he has for eyes.

“Me… not able to stand,” he replies, waving abnormally long limbs. “Arms good!” He seems proud, at least. 

You purse your lips out in thought- sure, he had those spindly legs, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t use them. You witnessed first hand the way he kicks his legs about under the blanket, unsettling cracks of his joints. Or when he sits up on his knees to fetch something on the counter top that he couldn’t reach from the floor. 

“You want me stand?”

“No, Crawling, I like you like this.” And you finished the conversation with a few pats on his head, and he nuzzled into your knee as if he was a pet. 

“You like me?”

You nod.

“Me like you!”

Low maintenance in the roommate department, high maintenance in the boyfriend? department.

You settle into bed that night after serving Mr Crawling his completely normal human soup that you definitely obtained by very legal and moral ways. Although, he didn’t seem very hungry that night, and you decided to just keep it for later. You debated on leaving it out in case he got hungry during the night when you were asleep, but seeing as to what the contents were, you weren’t up for it to stink out your kitchen. Back in the fridge it went!

“Rest?” he asks from the doorway of your bedroom, eyeless staring as you settle on the mattress. 

“I rest. You rest?” You pat the spot beside you. 

“Me watch you.”

Whatta guy… You wait for him to join you before you pull the blanket to your chin. And just like every other night, Mr. Crawling wraps his long arms around you, joints cracking as he stretches his legs out on the blanket- his feet hang off the bed. His hair tickles every exposed inch of your skin, but you don’t mind. You’ve gotten used to it at this point- maybe you should teach him to brush his own hair though?

His touch is cool, like air from a drafty window, and you relax under his delicate, careful pats on your head. It’s not long before you drift off.

It’s rare that you wake up in the dead of night. It’s rarer when you wake up to him not in the same position you fell asleep in. Groggy, you reach an arm out to the other side of the bed and hit the space where Mr. Crawling should have been. It’s still warm, however, and you sit up and rub your eyes. He’s not here.

What the hell? That wasn’t like him.

You slip into your slippers and shuffle toward the kitchen. The house is dark and still, except for a faint rustling. When your vision adjusts, you stop in your tracks. You were pretty sure your heart stopped for a second, too. 

He hadn’t noticed you yet, which is unlike him. 

“C-Crawling?” you stammer. 

Mr. Crawling is there, long arms in your fridge, but he isn’t small and folded like usual. He’s… standing. You blink, barely processing the sight. He has to be at least eight feet tall, maybe more, his head brushing the ceiling. His towering shadow spills over the walls, unsettling even to someone like you.

He freezes, letting out a startled squeak you’ve never heard before. His head whips toward you, and his hair falls in a curtain over his face. He drops to his knees instantly, scrambling across the floor to you with long, frantic arms. He tackles you into an overzealous hug, the kind you usually get only when you come home from work.

“You awake!”

You blink down at him. “I thought you said you couldn’t stand?” you murmur, still dazed. He lied? Why would he lie? Is there even a word for lie in his language?

His hair fans at your face, elbows propping himself up on top of you. Mr. Crawling tilts his head at you, and you wrack your brain in this stupid monster language that you just can’t perfectly adjust to yet.

“Uhm… You stand good?” you manage to fumble the words out. You stand good. That just sounds ridiculous. “Legs work?”

Mr. Crawling lets you sit up, grey hands cupping your face. He seems… off. Sad? Worried? You’ve only seen him not smiling a few times- and that was when you first met him- when he scared the absolute daylights off of you, when that man in red with the umbrella appeared… There was also that time you collapsed, and that creepy, eyeless nurse showed up.

“You scared me?” he asks, his tone soft.

Are you scared of me? 

“You don’t stand because you think you’ll scare me?” you mumble, hands holding onto his wrists. “Erm… Not stand… me scared?” 

“Me scary… You not like me.” His head hangs and Mr. Crawling’s hair touches the floor and licks at your legs.. His gentle hold of your face loosens.

He doesn’t stand at his full height because he’s afraid he’ll scare you? God. How can a ghost be such a sweetheart?

“Hey,” you whisper, pulling his hands off your face. You wrap your arms around his neck, tilting your head so you can see where his eyes should be. “You’re cute. Very big, yes—I was just surprised.”

“You… not scared?” His voice is uncertain.

You giggle, squeezing him tighter. “No. Just surprised.” He doesn’t understand you- and you need to wrack every shelf in your brain to get the words out. “Me surprised… you very cute.”

There’s a beat of silence as he absorbs your words. “Me cute?” he repeats, as if it’s the greatest revelation in the world.

“Very cute,” you confirm, unable to help laughing as he tackles you once again to the floor, hair scattering everywhere as he nuzzles into your chest, murmuring, “Me cute, me cute,” in a gleeful mantra. You pat his head, and he flops onto the floor beside you with a giggle.

You stare at him, illuminated by the extremely romantic light of the fridge. “Hungry?” you ask, and push some of his hair away from his face- he grabs your wrist before you get any closer to his eyes, though.

“Want eat… you rest.”

You shake your head, stifling a yawn. “I’ll wait for you. I… erm… rest with you?” You cringe, knowing you said it wrong. You’re at least seventy percent sure you said it wrong. Maybe it’s time to teach him your language.

Mr. Crawling lets out his normal unsettling giggles, a sound that cuts through the silence of the house.

You don’t bother getting his tomato soup out of the fridge like you usually do, and take a seat at the table. He looks lost for a split second, and giggles once more as he rises to his feet. You let out a few appreciative oohs and ahhs he reaches his full height. You’re still a bit shocked at how his head almost touches the ceiling.

He settles into his usual seat across from you, knees folded as best as they can be under the table, his feet brushing against your legs.

It’s like a lightbulb appears above your head.

What the hell type of name is “Mr. Crawling” if he can fucking walk?