haii ><,, i read your pampering fic w mr crawling and i js. UGH. IM SO IN LOVEEEE đđ do u do nsfw drabbles/fics đ¤ i read in ur rules you DO allow nsfw so,, could i request something nsfw abt a first time with him ><??
context: First time with your pookie wookie bookie puppy bear.
Homicipher. mr crawling x reader. | AnypovâŚ(?). NSFW | tw: ectoplasm c*m
Nsfw isnât 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.
Itâs 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 heâs a pretty quick learner. Heâs def good with his hands (I actually think he says that in the game at some point) and his tongue.. (đ)
Iâd 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. Youâre 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, heâs 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. Heâs whining and chirping, rutting against your leg and wrapping his big arms around you, burying his face in to your chest. Heâs so whiny and desperate for you, clawing at your clothes to try and get them off.
I saw someone say heâd be on the smaller side, but yall see how fucking tall that man is?? I def think heâs atleast 6 or 7 inches ..skinny, veiny, with a slight curve.
Heâs 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 heâs doing, but it just feels so good he canât stop, canât 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 heâs getting close because heâs getting more vocal and his thrusts are getting even more sloppier (somehow), and youâre 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
Just a little question I mused about for the survivors today.
âGee, these machines donât seem to be holding up very well. How can we help them along, so we can GET OUT before they GIVE OUT?â
In other words, the way I see it, ciphers could process on their own, but the issue is that theyâre in terrible shape. So, to get them working again, we have three options, one for each side of the cipher a character can use!
Front. Decoding Manually. Who Needs a Glorified Typewriter to Calculate for You?
Emily, Freddy, Lucky Guy, Kurt, Tracy, Helena, Fiona, Margaretha, Eli, Aesop, Norton, Patricia, Jose, Victor, Luca, Melly, Edgar, Ada, Orpheus, Memory, Luchino, Frederick, Alice, Evelyn
Side. Adjusting and Fixing. Just Keep This Hunk of Junk from Falling Apart, and Let Electricity Do the Rest!
Emma, Lucky Guy, Servais, Naib, Tracy, Vera, Kevin, Eli, Norton, Jose, Demi, Luca, Anne, Orpheus, Joker, Qi, Charles, Matthias, Florian
Back. Beat the Cipher Like it Stole Your Lunch Money. Why Not?
Andrew, Memory, Kreacher, Lucky Guy, Naib, William, Vera, Kevin, Norton, Murro, Patricia, Mike, Edgar, Ganji, Emil, Luchino, Lily, Matthias, Florian
A few commentaries:
-Memory is just a child, so in practice she doesnât know much about these ciphers and will resort to just kinda shaking and smacking them. However, sheâs also a creation from Orpheusâs mind, so his education and inclinations show up in her too sometimes, and this is when sheâll type and calculate.
-Helena has memorized a keyboard layout, but doesnât exactly know what each part on the cipher does and isnât violent enough to be smacking at it, so she only types.
-Aesop isnât the best typer, but he doesnât like getting his hands covered in the cipherâs grease nor does he want any bruises from roughhousing it.
-Lucky Guy is highly adaptable and can fill in wherever heâs needed on a cipher. Norton is similar, though he does prefer adjusting from the side to typing.
-Luchino is primarily a typer, but sometimes, when his stress is high enough or heâs used enough of that serum, his instincts take over and he rages on the ciphers a bit. -Andrew, William, Murro, and Emil have no clue what these machines are or how they work, just that they NEED to work. And you know what? Beating the fuckall out of them seems to be doing the trick well enough.
You know how identity v had a line friends crossover well how would naib react to having to wear his line friends skin that sounds like the perfect revenge for being mean
oh he would be damn pissed đ watch him refuse to move in a match bc of that bear suit...it's comfortable to sleep with though.
pairing / florian brand x afab gn! reader
disclaimer / possession, jealous themes, manipulation themes, overstimulation
word count / 1,174 words
â florian brand is a man who masks his true nature. he presents him as need be, a humble and altruistic man. in reality, he is a man who does what needs to be to get by. a man who hides himself from the rest of the world.
â when he first saw you, so helpless trapped in the fire. this was not a new sight to him but oh, something awoke in him. the mere sight of you completely overwhelmed the man of want. of need. your arms frantically clutching his shoulders as he carries you out of the fire. he canât help but think how pathetic you are, just like everyone else. âi am your savior. you do not need anyone else.â
â his brain is already going into gear mode, racking up on how to mark you his. and so he decided, he doesnât wish for you to just want him. he needs you to need him, unable to do anything but depend on him. âno one could ever love you like i do.â
â he is a manipulative and cunning man, that you had already suspected ever since you met him. he seemed far too good to be of a man with that sham of a smile. he scared you with the way he looked at you, already having expectations of you. it was intimidating to be in his presence.
â in this tiny town, there are far too many fires to be marked as âwildfiresâ and too little of individuals whoâd just want to start fires every now and then. there can only be a serial arsonist you suspect and you can only be cautious to florian brand. yet, everyone brandishes him as a savior. he was this townâs liberator and even though he was the one who saved you from the fire, he was simply off putting to you.
â he knows of your suspicions on him and finds it so humorous of you to be scrambling around about. after all, there will never be any evidence that points back to him. dropping tiny little evidence and hints every now and then just to tease your little self, he was done playing with you and decided that it was finally time for him to approach you more. not just as the boy next door, but something much more.
â heâd frequent and commute to your house your neighborhood more often. since it was a tiny town and florian is a busy, sociable man in the morning and day, the townspeople around you didnât suspect at all. itâll start with morning visits, youâd open your door to start on your chores and already, florian is passing by your house. greeting you with a âgood morning!â and then nodding his head and waving to the rest of the townspeople in acknowledgment.
â then, as time progresses, those morning acknowledgments would be nightly visits. heâll finish his work shift and youâll find himself knocking outside your door. don't let the little fire investigator in.
â kissing with florian are straight up make out sessions, no matter how soft you go at him at him, heâs going to have his tongue deep down in your throat and your lips will start to bruise.
â when youâre finally all in, heâs the type to be showing you off. he loves physical displays of affection and loves to brandishes you in his love. your shoulders (his favorite place to mark you) would be littered with his hickies. he loves to give you kisses, repeatedly in one area. and especially in a private setting, heâll be giving you trails of kisses down your waist to your hip.
â florian is average in size and in width, much skinny (even though heâs very strong). however, give him some time with you and already, he knows exactly where to get you absolutely mindless.
â heâs such a childish man, he gets too easily jealous as if heâs a little school boy competing for his first love. heâd absolutely have jealous sex with you, repeatedly ranming himself into you in that same area of yours and yet, it hits differently and so deeper each time.
â heâs the type to just fuck you over and over as he blabbers on and blabbers on in your ear. when he gets really into it, heâll start biting your ear to the point itâll feel like itâs about to break off and you have to give him repeated jabs in his back for him to finally notice heâs hurting your ears. or better, pull his hair and make him look at you. god, he loves that fiery look in your eyes and that sharp pain that comes with it.
â he loves oral (reader receiving). he loves to suck on your clit and getting lost in it as he goes down on you. heâs the type to close his eyes and just enjoy it all but every now and then, heâll look up at you and bats his little eyelashes with his eyes upturning and you know, heâs chaffing at you and loving it. after heâs done, with your legs shaking with how many time you came in his mouth, heâll show off his tooth eating grin to you with your essence dripping down his lips.
â he loves to overstimulate you and everything about your body parts. heâll flick and play with your clit on hours and end, humming to himself and whispering lovely pet names to you such as âdearâ and âhoneyâ.
â he gets off on your praise. everything you say with him, especially praise, keeps him going during sex. even degradation as any emotions that you feel towards him. whether it be happy, sad, or even mad at him, it has his blood boiling with endearment. he loves your attention and every form of it. as long as itâs directed towards him and nobody else.
â he loves overstimulation. he loves to br overstimulated, you bouncing on his cock or him ramming you in to the point your mind goes blank and youâre practically twitching by the end. he gets so full of himself when he sees that sight of you.
â he loves mirror sex. balls deep in you and having that sight all to himself, your bodies touching each other and you gripping his shoulder like the first day he met you. heâll take you by your chin and have you turn your head to see yourself and him. âlook how good youâre taking me darling. so lovely.â sex with florian is all messy, filled with need and want.
â during sex and aftercare, you can always smell a faint gasoline on him. but what can you say? in fact, you already stopped caring about that little investigation of yours. you must be imagining. who are you to question him as he cleans up the mess and as he stradles you so lovingly in his arms with soft, buttery kisses to put you to sleep.
norton campbell x you he finds you crying in your room out of anxiety
(this was requested here)
As you slip out of the manorâs ballroom, the sound of lively conversation follows behind you. Voices blend together the further you go, dulled by the winding hallways, and soon you canât tell them apart anymore. Once in a while a hearty laugh will ring out, shrill and distinct above the restâa laugh you can usually identify as Demiâs, her self-restraint long lost to copious glasses of wine.
By the time you reach your room upstairs, the chatter is still thrumming through the floorboards. That rhythm is all you can focus on: the pulse of the party, the drum of your heart. You shut your bedroom door behind you before sinking to the floor. All night youâve felt like an anvil has been weighing down your spirit, and itâs finally snuffed out the last of your strength. With shaking fingers, you clutch your mouth and choke out a staggered gasp, no longer able to stifle your cries.
The manorâs walls are thin, you know that well. Maybe you should feel lucky that the party under your feet will drown out any noise you make. But you still feel the need to make yourself quiet as a ghost, afraid a single sound might hush the entire downstairs into curious silence. As if theyâd be climbing over each other to press their ears against the ceiling, eager for a chance to hear the crying guest upstairs. But the party goes on, and your tears go unnoticed.
Time starts to blur in the dim confines of your room. You donât care to count the minutes, but enough time passes that you rub your nose raw. Before long it starts to feel like youâre teetering on the edge of sleep: swaddled by the pitch-black room, with the neverending song of muffled laughter and clinking glasses as your lullaby. If you shut your eyes long enough, maybe youâll really fall.
All of a sudden a foreign sound cuts through your haze. Heavy footsteps, like that of a pair of boots. As they drag down the hall your ears prick up, the entirety of your body freezing over. They trudge along slowly, then stop in front of your door.
Itâs Norton. He doesnât announce himself, but he doesnât have to. You know itâs Norton from his weary gait and the faint whistle in his breath. He pushes open your door without bothering to knock first. Itâs clear heâs not expecting anyone to be on the other side of it, because he loudly clicks his tongue when it jams into you, and keeps trying to force it. The wood thuds against your back a few times before he releases the knob with a scoff.
âItâs me,â he says, striking the door twice with the flat of his hand. âMove whateverâs blocking the door.â His knocks feel urgent, but careful. Even when pressed flush against the wood, you donât feel the jolt of his usual aggression. Still, your eyes squeeze shut. Thereâs no strength left in you to muster an answer.
Norton himself isnât what concerns you. Itâs having to show him the state youâre in. Heâll have nothing sensitive to say about it, and youâre not in the right mind to brave through that callous indifference of his. Honestly, the thought of addressing anything feels utterly impossible. Youâve been holding your breath ever since his footsteps came trudging down the hall, wishing you could just disappear.
â(Y/N),â he presses.
Iâm sorry, you think.
Thereâs nothing you can offer him that he wouldnât be able to find at the party. It doesnât matter what he wants or if you let him inâyour answer wonât change from a mortified I canât help right now, sorry Iâm so useless. At least staying in here eliminates the need to say it to his face. Heâll get the memo eventually.
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. . . .
. . . . . .
When youâre certain heâs not fussing with the door anymore, you lean back into it, waiting for the click! of its close. Then you exhale, shallow, shaky, but quiet still. The fresh air tastes sweet in your lungs. Itâs your own fault for holding your breath so long, but youâve never been kind to yourself, especially not in moments like these.
You decide to wait a few seconds before locking it. Every sound you make is another tick on the time bomb, after all. Counting down to what exactly, you wouldnât know; thatâs a detail youâd rather not uncover.
Right when youâve decided enough time has passed and you fumble for the lock, the door bursts open again. The force catches you off guard, practically sweeping you across the floor, and Norton strides in before you have the chance to push him out again. His eyes lock on you, shadowed by the dark of your room.
Itâs an odd, silent reunion. You almost feel like youâre in trouble for something. He doesnât even greet you before he tears his gaze away, peeking around your bed and bookshelf. Perhaps he thought youâd snuck off with someone.
âN-No one else is in here,â you croak.
âWhere are the matches?â he asks, brushing off whatever you were insinuating.
He digs around your drawer until he finds a matchbox, then lights your bedside candle. From your spot curled into your knees, you gaze at his large figure, backlit by the candlelight. Youâre still not sure what he came in here for. Though Norton isnât exactly known for his transparency, not even with you. While heâs occupied at your nightstand, you try to wipe the puffiness from your eyes. It still doesnât stop the next wave of tears from welling up.
âIâm sorryâŚâ you murmur. He glances over his shoulder, waving out the match.
âFor what?â
For crying. For leaving. For shutting him out. But with your words failing you, all you can do is shake your head â âforget itâ â and nuzzle deeper into your knees. Itâs embarrassing to be the only one whoâs ever crying between you two. Norton closes off his heart so stubbornly that you canât even imagine a tear in his eye. Youâre sorry for that, too. For burdening him and not extending the same care in return.
He doesnât say anything for a while. Stillness overtakes the room â with him standing by your bed, watching you; with you buried into yourself, soft sniffles leaking through. Finally you hear him approach. He crouches in front of you, bringing the candlestick holder with him.
âHey.â His tone of voice always has a biting edge to it, even when heâs trying to be gentle. He takes your hands, guiding them away from your bloodshot eyes. âStop crying.â
Iâm trying.
âWhy didnât you come get me?â
You shake your head again. âIâm okay,â you insist between snivels. âYou didnât have to come up.â
What use is there in saying that? One look at you gives the truth away. Norton would never take the bait that easily. He reaches a hand for your cheek, wetting his thumb as a stray tear falls.
âYouâre a lousy liar,â he says. His hand is warm. Rough, but warm. It tempts you to lean into it, to rest in its gentle hold for a little while. But even with him wide open in front of you, your lingering guilt anchors you in place. You meet his brown eyes, the flickering candlelight reflected within them. Come here, they say. Youâre sure youâre just imagining it.
Seeming to sense your hesitation, Norton makes the decision for you. He scoops you up effortlessly, and as youâre raised into his arms another rush of tears floods through you. At the same time, the heaviness you felt before begins to lift. Itâs as if youâve finally been given permission to cry, no longer weighed down by the shame you felt previously. Or maybe youâre just too relieved to care about that now. You wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders.
âYou never have to ask,â he murmurs to you. Itâs a reminder youâve ignored too many times before. He lays you gently on your bed, and you refuse to unhook your arms from around him. He slots himself beside you. You think you mumble out a reply, but you canât remember what it was before the cloak of sleep comes over you.
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Midori is not a good lover
The REAL Sou Hiyori relationship headcanons <3
first off, you donât know if he genuinely likes you or not and most likely will never be sureÂ
Maybe youâre a piece of pawn in his stupid chess game but what can you do?
Midori manipulates and gaslights you just like with anyone else, youâre the primary victim that receives most of it though
He seems like a man that didnât have a heart, and he literally doesnâtÂ
Feels like he doesnât know how to act in a relationship or more like he doesnât care enough to
You think heâd choose his work over you anytimeÂ
Heâs so on and off with his affection
He treats you like everyone else, particularly more strict with you sometimes and scolds you more often than the other participants
This fucker is adamant about âbeing fair to all participants and not letting a personal relation change thatâ and yet you feel like heâs being the most unfair to you
Even more passive aggressive when it comes to you, he loves to bring up the past and laugh when you get pissed
But then sometimes, he would appear out of nowhere and gives you a quick peck
Youâd expect him to be open to PDA, and yet he only ever initiates (and allows) any affection when itâs just the two of youÂ
Youâre conflicted, though, at certain times heâll choose a timing where most of everyone is gathered in one place and approach you with the most affection youâll ever receive from him
He makes sure everyone is looking, maybe itâs his way of showing his twisted sense of superiority?
Midori very quickly reverts back to ignoring you if he is satisfiedÂ
You learn that he is extremely possessive
Yes, you get fed up with his shit many times and he knows it well
Does he ever apologize? Never.Â
Like ever.Â
You could confront him, but heâll give you the same saccharine smile and feigns innocence
âWhatâs wrong with me showing my lover off to everyone? Does that upset you?âÂ
When you try to explain thatâs not why youâre upset, he convinces you that youâre overreacting and somehow makes you seem like the bad guy for ânot wanting to be seen with him.â (bitchass)Â
Weirdly loves small talkÂ
Midori would interrogate you whenever he pleases and ask about your favorite color to wear on a rainy dayÂ
You cant tell if he really cares about your responses at all because he just stands there and blinks with his smile and throws follow up questions at you
Kind of feels like he wants to know everything about you but also nothing at the same timeÂ
Remembers small, itty bitty details about you
Itâs endearing but also freaks you out because he remembers which angle you prefer to wear your collar
Very touchy when he wants to be, but acts like a jerk when he decides he doesnât feel like itÂ
Limited use of pet names because he prefers calling you by your nameÂ
Will call you sweetheart (mockingly most of the time), âmy favorite participant,â or a shortened version of your name
Likes to receive but doesnât give, unless he needs something
You donât know why youâre still with himÂ
Midori is very good at making you feel special but also worthless
Will give you overly expensive presents that you donât need and stare at your reaction as you open themÂ
(does he think this makes up for his neglect as a partner?)
Very likely to give you jewelry with his initials, he might have one with your initials but wonât wear itÂ
Sucks at comforting
He actually just doesnât comfort at all
He makes things worse when youâre upsetÂ
âYouâre crying? Humans really are sentimental beings, after all. I guess crying is all that youâre capable of.âÂ
Let you play and style with his hair in privateÂ
Gets defensive and change the subject when you mention Shinâs history with him
Avoids personal questions like the plagueÂ
Actively tries to poke into every corner of your life. Boundaries? Whatâs that?
Not a very good partner, heâs just not a good person in general
Midori rarely mentions your relationship in front of the other participants, but when he does, he refers to you as his lover
Will pair you with him with the red light, he knows you donât have the guts to kill himÂ
Urges you on to kill him way too oftenÂ
He gives you a smug knowing grin and a kiss when you canât do it
Donât try to physically hurt him, it turns him on (he wonât hesitate to break your arm)
Remember when I said heâs very possessive?Â
Fucker treats you like an object
no one takes what belongs to him
Wonât be the type to defend you and wonât fight if someone hits on you
He would direct the conversation elsewhere and weird out whoever it is somehow (always works)Â
Shows up a few days later with news that the attacker mysteriously jumped of a building (willingly?)Â
His romantic side is very unconventional
âWould you love me even if I was a worm?âÂ
âWorms are rather dirty and invasive, are they not? Iâd rather not deal with a pest, thanks.âÂ
Helloo! May i request blood, love letters and stigma from the yan alphabet for luca? <3
Yandere Alphabet Hcs.
Character: Luca.
Genre: Yandere, Headcanon game.
Letters: B, L, S.
A/N: Ok ik this is supposed to be abt Luca, but his dad is SO!!!! đł they gotta add more dilfs to this game cus I be eatin that stuff uppp
If you donât like yandere or if it makes you uncomfortable, donât read.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
He would like to avoid killing anyone as much as possible, not wanting to relive the suffering and guilt he went through the time he accidentally took his mentor's life.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
With his muddled state of mind, his courting turns out to be an impulsive, out of place confession. It leaves you incredibly confused seeing him act like you've known each other for years when it's only been a couple of days.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Nothing really. He was always an obsessive person in one way or another, only now it's being directed towards a person, not an invention.
Genre: Fluff/Platonic (Be aware of the friendzone)
Source Image: Identity V owns that picture, it is used at the event.
Summary: You are the store assistant from the owner Emma Woods, tending to the store especially in the middle of the night. But one night you were not expecting something from your client...
Note: I added Emma to this headcanon since she is the owner of the shop. So you can consider that she is an additional route.
Although you know how sinister he is, that won't stop him from greeting you "Happy Valentine's Day."
He gave you the product he purchased but you were not expecting that he also gave you a rose he bought for himself the other day.
He did had a polite chat with you and know that you are the reason why he was in a good mood. As a reward he offered you to go on a hang out with him to a cafe that serves delicious chocolate there.
Sure he is sassy, sure he is greedy and a bit of an angsty. You might find yourself catching you off guard when he ask you to go on a date with him for food.
Of course, he will be asking you to pay him money since he liked to be a rich person.
However there are times where he does want to get closer to you. You may not see it but he was making sure that you are safe and not harmed, just be aware that you might want to pay him in return...
Unfortunately, he has a lover and he doesn't want to cheat on his lover Ada once you found out about his relationship. However Emil gave you a friendly card so the thought counts.
There might be a day that you would talk to Ada and Emil but something tells you to give them their space.
Tip of the day: Don't steal their lover.
A shy timid girl she is, but was honestly flattered when you wanted to have a nice time with her over a cup of hot chocolate.
You would often find her staring at you from the distance and yet she just wanted to show you her wares about what she wanted to show. Yet again you two did talk about that with interesting ideas.
At the end of the night she had a good time and gave you a nice hug before exiting the store. She was once shy but she was actually happy to have fun with you.
He is shy but his buddy Wick was there to keep you company. It was a nice hang out with him that you might catch him blushing when he is having too much fun.
Plus Victor gave you a letter that indicates his appreciation towards you, it was a very sweet letter that you gave him your gift for free.
Be prepared for a long letter chat from him from time to time.
He arrived to your store just to have a conversation with you over a cup of hot tea about deep dark conversations. Knowing him, he knows that you talk too much but it really caught his attention to hear a different opinion.
The hang-out was actually enjoyable for the both of you while watching the snow falling slowly.
But once it was time for him to go home, he gave you his rose from his breast pocket telling you that he was fond of talking about deep conversations with you before leaving.
Your owner aka boss decided to hang out with you just for a simple hang out. Talking about businesses but also about what type of flowers that she wanted to bring to the store.
She was enjoying herself talking about various new types of flowers that she started talking about having a greenhouse at the side of the store for sight seeing or a mini garden.
Seeing her that happy makes you want to work hard for her, and yet Emma actually appreciates you for the chat and hot chocolates for the night.
im sorry but ive had this meme in my head for so long between these two i had to create it