#(⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠) seelie writings

[seeliemansi]

You Took Him Home (Mr. Crawling x Reader)

Synopsis: There is no ghost in the abandoned rumored haunted building your friends dared for you to visit. No, not anymore. Because you took it- you took him home. And you are not sure how to ask him to go back home. (He is just so sweet, cute, and adorable)

a/n: would love and appreciate your feedbacks, reblogs and likes! let's keep the homicipher community alive! 🫶🏼 btw, this is just a test draft

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“You're firing me?” You asked, terrified.

“No….no…no! You misunderstood.” Principal Sarah shook her head in disagreement. Hands waving in front. “We just think..” She paused. “That you needed more rest. We love to have you here. The kids love you. The parents trust you. It's just-”

You got lost on what the principal was saying as your attention was caught by the crawling man, giggling at the ABCD cards posted on the wall. He looked at you, and happily pointed at the word “A” with an illustration of an apple. Apple, the word he learned today. He chirply said apple and giggled when you dare to steal a nod in his direction, praising him, so he won't bother your important talk.

However, your face contorted in concern as he continued crawling around the floor and looking for things he wasn't familiar with.

“Uhm…are you listening?” Your eyes snapped back to the principal, who was now looking behind her, frowning, as she tried to look at whatever it was behind her that made your brows furrowed with concern.

“Ah! Yes, yes. I will happily take the break. I’ve- The accident was just so traumatizing that sometimes my mind tends to wander. I know my doctor already said that I can continue working but I am grateful that you will allow me to have more breaks. As long…as you know you are not firing me.” You try to bring her attention back to you. Biting your cheeks at the inside as you try to focus on your problem at hand. And ignore the sound he is making as he crawls around.

“As I said before, we are not firing you. The substitute teachers will take over your class while you are gone. And we hope that it will help with your full recovery. You are a good teacher. I admit that I don't want to lose you. I wish you well.” She said, eyes sincere and warm hands squeezed your shoulder with reassurance. You can only give her a genuine smile, and was just grateful for her trust.

Because sincerely, you are not sure how you are going back to normal after a one week break when you know damn well that Mr. Crawling will be in your home forever.

Because….uhmm…well….you invited him in.

You cannot even blame yourself as to why.

How could you not?!

He saved you from the falling debris, when a part of the abandoned building collapsed. He took the fall and even bled, you were not sure how ghosts bleed, when they are already dead but he did, and hugged you tightly to protect you.

He even gave you head pats to calm you down when you panicked, thinking you are not going to be back home anymore. You will lose your hard earned career, your hardwork, your dreams.

And even follows you around as you look for the exit, being helpful and cheerful to keep your mind off the panic that sets in when it's just you and the silence.

No soul exchange, no money involved, he was just happy he was able to help you.

So when you finally found the way out, you thanked him and left. Thinking that was it, grateful for his kindness.

But one day, before you started teaching again, you went back and found him at the same spot, at the same position before you left him, waiting for you to come back. It was a week after that but he waited patiently for you. The way you watch his crestfallen face lights up when he sees you. His giggle; loud and cheerful. His smile is so wide, warm, familiar, and welcoming.

So how could you not!?

So how could you just leave him behind?

Well, maybe that one week is just you training yourself how you get used to his presence. And not act like a crazy person after a very traumatizing accident.

Ah…yes.. that's that.

You can do it.

You nodded as you lie to yourself and squat down and stared at the item Mr. Crawling was pointing at, and asking for you to share what it was.

[seeliemansi]

Imagine tapping Soap's shoulder when you feel the tell tale signs of him cumming. He groans and murmurs a "yes yes will not come inside, bonnie."

But you know he wasn't listening because instead of letting you go, he grabbed your hips tighter and angled your legs higher so he could hit it deeper when he cums.

After he came, he just placed his head on top of your tits with a cheshire grin, knowing what he did. Eyes hazy, sweat dripping down from his forehead, and too pussy drunk as he tried to placate you with a half ass apology.

"'m sorry, bonnie. yer pussy locked me up. can't pull it out."

Pulls out because he likes seeing his come on you: Ghost

Pulls out because it's safer even with birth control: Gaz

Pulls out so you can swallow it: Nikolai

Who said anything about pulling out?: Price, Soap

[seeliemansi]

Mr. Crawling loves comfortable, warm, tight spaces to crawl in. No wonder why you always feel him crawling inside your blanket late at night, hands cold, and breathing warm...so warm it sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps on your skin. His giggles a whisper, as he cups and feels you down there. Vibrating with excitement with his new found way to entertain himself at night when you are fast asleep and he is bored and would love some of your warmth and attention.

He is sure enjoying being naughty as he does things more than just the hug you allowed him to.

[seeliemansi]

Mr. Crawling is rarely the type to get upset over something. He is usually upbeat and kind. Even if he gets upset, he will just hide in the closet, cry, and only come out, once you coax him. Nothing head pats and reassurance cannot fix.

So imagine your surprise when you saw him one day, standing by the farthest corner of your shared apartment. Legs straight, tall, and quiet. Huge, looming, and towering as his gaze was tuned in to your coworker who asked to stay for a moment due to the sudden rain outside.

Maybe it was a bad idea to ask for his permission to allow another man in his home.

[seeliemansi]

No thoughts. Just my hands squeezing Mr. Silvair's chest.