How Do You Think Norton And A Shy S/o Would Become Friends In The First Place? Or Start Talking In General?

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Topic: Homicipher

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

Synopsis; general NSFW headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Identity(V) Headcanons: Victor Grantz

Don't mind me, I just love him

-Victor’s biggest struggle in life is his crippling social anxiety. He’s a kind-hearted individual with a lot of empathy, but he’s deeply wounded by the pattern of abandonment he’s had in life (his mother, his uncle, any friends he made in school…) and as a result he’s one of the slowest in the manor to give true trust. He’s terrified of letting people in just to be abandoned again, and he doesn’t trust spoken words easily, so he simply avoids meeting people directly as much as possible. Promises, especially, make him feel gut-wrenching distrust for the one making them.

-(That said, Victor views keeping secrets as a promise of his own. One that others may not know he’s keeping, but a promise for their privacy nonetheless.)

-He believes people are more authentic when they don’t know they’re being observed, be it in-person or on paper. Victor doesn’t trust himself to accurately read someone’s tone or body language up close anymore—he becomes blinded by fear, and sometimes hope, so he takes things at face value even if it’s to his detriment--but he’s good at reading between written lines and gauging things from a distance. In this sense, he’s a decent judge of character. He’s a people-watcher both for enjoyment and to build himself a sense of security around others. (Though, sometimes this leads people to think he’s a bit of a creep, which makes him feel terrible.)

-All that said, Victor does not wish harm on anyone. He’s afraid of cruelty, not just for himself, but for anyone. And this is where his empathy comes in—he really, truly wants for the world and the people in it to be better. If he thinks there’s a chance of helping someone improve, he’s willing to help. If he thinks there’s a chance of saving someone from a painful death in a match…he’s willing to risk himself to see them through. He has some of the lowest pain tolerance in the manor, which is especially surprising to learn when you consider he’s among the most willing to rush into danger to help someone. (I mean he ran into a burning building to save a dog....)

-Ironically, Victor is very big on communication in the relationships he does build. When he finally gets close with someone, he’s not keen on losing them to misunderstanding or misplaced expectations, so he needs an open line—and patience—at all times. He still prefers letters to face-to-face conversation, however, so serious conversations can take a long time to sort through. (This goes for a modern setting, too. I know people think texting can be disingenuous, but Victor gets too stressed with face-to-face conversations and he prefers to have the time to think over and give a thought-out response that isn’t influenced by anxiety or fear.)

-He’s fit from all his walking, but doesn’t have much in the way of muscle. In fact, he’s on the soft side, especially in his arms and stomach area. He makes for a very cozy cuddle buddy, and he’s honestly one of the best huggers in the manor. (If he’s comfortable with the person, that is.)

-Personally, I feel like he’d be bit of a foodie. He’s not a picky eater and always happy to try new foods. (Though, while he doesn’t restrict himself from meat, he prefers fruit & veg.) If whatever he’s eating is dog-safe, he also likes to share bits and pieces of stuff with Wick.

-His preferred Love Languages to give are Acts of Service and Quality Time. To receive, he likes Words of Affirmation and Quality Time. In short, he wants to spend as much time with his loved ones as he possibly can. He doesn’t need you to do things for him because he’s used to taking care of himself, but he does like to receive sweet words (verbal or written) so he knows how much you love and value him! (That may sound counterintuitive given his suspicion for promises and sweet words…but by the time you’re close enough for love languages to matter, he’s gotten over most of those hurdles with you.)

-He’s a bit of a goofball! He’s anxious enough that it doesn’t come out for most people, but he does enjoy a good, silly time. He gets along well with Memory and Emma, for example.

-Victor talks with Wick a lot. Not out loud, or even in writing, just in his head. Social anxiety can get lonely, and having a cute doggy face to put half of his internal dialogue to helps bury those feelings…at least for a little while.

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