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theaveragepsychoticbitch · 26 days ago

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AFAB!Reader x Mr. Crawling/Mr. Chopped/Mr. Hood/Mr. Gap/Mr.Scarletella || NSFW || Scissoring, masturbation, some crack elements, pussy eating (receiving), a wee bit of plot in some of these, and obviously, AFAB characters ||

A/N: Watched playthroughs by Hello Yinny on YT! Check her out! Based off the poll!

Mr. Crawling isn't sure there's a word in either of your languages to describe how he feels when you present him with a pair of baby pink panties, a cute little bow adorning the front of them. And when you remove your clothes, revealing your matching pair, he knows for sure there isn't.

Sitting cunt-to-cunt, you on top, with his knees pressed to his shoulders and his large hands desperately grabbing at your calves and thighs, you figured you'd be just fine dying here and now.

You can feel his hole flexing through his panties, clenching and unclenching erratically. You haven't even started moving yet, and already his arousal soaked through the pink fabric, making it cling to his cunt. The very sight was lewd, even more so as you pressed into him, watching the outline of his lips squish as they kissed yours.

Long nails scratch your skin as you rock back and forth, slowly at first, studying Mr. Crawling for every little reaction he had. The bob of his adam's apple in his throat, the twitch of every muscle you could see as pleasure shot threw him, the way his back begins to bow, even restrained as he was. He was crying, wailing, pleading your name till it was mere babble even in his own language.

Taking a deep breath, you resist the urge to chuckle. He was about to cum– you could feel it in the way his hole fluttered –and you.... You haven't even sped up yet.

Mr. Chopped.... Doesn't have a body. But he does have enthusiasm, and what's sex without excitement?

You can't decide if he looks better with the underwear on his head, or over his face.

But, you suppose it doesn't matter now. Either way, he has a crystal clear view of your lithe fingers rubbing slow circles around your clit, a heart-shaped stain blooming in the orange fabric.

"Cute!"

His smile is so wide and genuine when he says it that you let it go. You're not sure if you would have accepted that description from anyone else.

Throwing your head back and spreading your legs wide, you slide realllll close, close enough that the print of your pussy through the panties is so clear, you might as well take them off. So close that had your finger not been busy abusing it, your clit would be touching the tip of his nose.

He can smell you, and it's making his mouth water. Your skin as sweat begins to drip from it, the intoxicating aroma of your arousal, so close yet so far. He wants to taste you, and you can see it in the wide-eyed stare he gives you as your hand slips past the lacey band and spreads your lips, slivers of each just barely peeking out the sides. Free of obstruction, arousal pours till it pools on the sheets below.

Want. One word he didn't have to teach you. When he said it, it was as clear as if he'd said in your own language.

"Want! Taste!"

His whining got louder and louder, tears beading as you scooted just out of reach right as he stuck his tongue out.

Aww, he's so desperate. It's mean to tease him like this. Hey– if you put the panties over his face, would that still count as scissoring?

Once again, it doesn't matter, because you're already stuffing his mouth full of your cunt, with the panties still on. And naturally, he's already slurping it like a man starved. His eyes are wide and excited, his tongue curious and rough. Orange irises dash between your face and your cunt, and you can feel him trying to speak as you grind along his tongue. He manages to push your panties to the side, his tongue bullying its way into your hole. He's eager, and you're close, and soon, your fluids are gushing down what's left of his throat, across his face, and wetting the matching lace panties you fit across his skull.

Later that day, you find he won't let you take them off. When he asks, "Me cute?" You can't bare to tell him no.

Mr. Hood... Also doesn't have a physical form. But you've scissored with less. Brought matching panties for less, too.

Wearing nothing but creamy brown lace panties, you figure this might be your most accurate twin yet. You almost couldn't take him seriously with that little brown bow attached to his hood. But you had to match somehow!

When you sat on top of him, cloak still on, an idea crossed you. Peeling the cloak back does nothing; but reaching in, you feel something. Trailing lower and lower, eventually, you find something. Something that could make Mr. Hood shiver and shake and gasp and moan.

To keep the cloak on and his form tangible, you had to let him get on top. He towered over you, flowing robes hiding much of your own form. But when your cores touch, it's worth it. When he rests on you, fully seated in proper scissor positioning, you're surprised to find how heavy he is. His lips kiss yours hard through the panties, the slightest of movements hitting your clit head-on.

Caring as ever, he checks on you when he sees you flinch.

"No... Good. More."

"Hurt?"

"Good?" His voice is surprisingly breathy, and you realize he's panting. His hips give a seemingly experimental roll, and you moan loudly.

"Yes, good! More!"

"More." He sighs it almost contentedly, his pace getting slower, his thrusts harder. It's mind blowing, and you soon find that you're the one left whining.

He's not silent either though; gasps are starting to escape, and in your attempts to meet his thrusts you find what must be his clit. His back bows, a noise rising from deep in his chest to fill the air between you as he grips the bedframe. You work hard to hit that same spot over and over again.

He's talking, but you can't hear past the pleasure. He feels so good, and he's so wet, and the lewd sounds coming from where you meet seem to make you more sensitive. It's somehow hotter when you can't see what's happening. Only feel it, left to imagine how his hole must look as it leaks and drools, his face as you fuck him back.

Then, he hits your clit hard. You scream as you cum, chants of "Yes, more" swimming at the edge of your consciousness as your vision goes white. For a few moments, you're floating. And when he cums on you, borderline babbling,

"Good. Yes. More. More. More," ...

You ascend.

Mr. Gap was a hard guy to catch, and even harder to put panties on. Like, what color would you even get them in? Broken vent grey? Hole in the wall white? Super scary shadow black? But he had a body. A hole, even. And you had a goal.

Deep in the darkness of what you would assume was a gap, you and Mr. Gap fight for dominance. Unfortunately, it's not nearly as hot as it sounds.

"Put these on!"

"Give heart."

It wasn't even a question! He has the audacity to tell you, like he has ANY authority here!

"Rrghhh-" you grit your teeth, groaning as you hold up the matching pair of black panties, line with white lace and adorned with a cute little black bow. At the center of it? An even littler white heart. Far too cute for this ungrateful ass.

Searching for the words, you attempt to communicate your frustration—

And then, it hits you. Kind of.

"...Me give... Me?"

His single visible eye blinks, confusion and interest blossoming in his gaze.

"Come here."

He does, and finally, you feel him. Freezing skin, a thin body, and... A warm cunt. It's a hassle to explain how you wrestled those panties onto him, but... There's emphasis on "wrestled."

At last, you have his legs locked tight around you. One over your shoulder, the other wrapped securely around your waist. You could hear how quickly he was breathing as if he were right next to you, feel every shudder of anticipation as if they were yours. You're beginning to think that this "gap" isn't just a space he resides in, but in some form, it is him. A part of him, at least. And it was feeling everything you did to him just as much if not more.

You roll your hips, and it seems as if the whole space pulsed. God, he's sensitive; that one thrust made his back arch, broken nails clawing down the skin of your thighs hard enough to draw blood. He didn't moan, but his sharp intake of breath told you plenty. You couldn't see what you were doing, but it seems like you should keep doing it.

Once more, and you feel as if you're inside him, being clenched and gripped as though he'd never let you leave again. He cries out this time, and it's your name that leaves his lips. It's not often that you hear anyone say it, let alone him, and it catches you by surprise

"[Name]..... Give... Heart?"

'Old habits die hard,' you guess. You sigh, grinding backwards reallllllllll slow, drawing out a long moan from the spirit beneath you..... And then starting straight into the most brutal pace you can manage.

The reaction is immediate; his back arches high and hard, and you're leaning over him to hold him by it. His cries become screams, pleasure tearing his vocal cords to shreds as you mercilessly fuck him. The friction of the panties, the knowledge that they matched, and the complete loss of sight left you in a similar state. It was too much, you were too sensitive, he felt too good, he needed you too badly. You didn't mind when he clawed at your back to ground himself. It'd turn you on again later, seeing the blood on his fingers, the scars on your back.

Both of your legs begin to tremble, the pulse of the space numbing your brain to all but the feel of his pussy against your own. It was electrifying, to the point you didn't realize you'd cum till your limbs failed to hold you up any longer. Mr. Gap was in even worse shape; he'd cum a long time ago. Overstimulation had fried his brain, his eye glazed over and unfocused.

You can't even find it in you to be mad when, however long later it was, he whispers, "You.... Not give you."

How'd you say it again in his language?

"You lose."

Mr. Scarletella was more than eager to dress up for you. Any chance to see you was a blessing upon his evil soul, and every chance to please you was an opportunity to make sure you never need, or want, anyone else, ever again.

Mr. Scarletella didn't just have on red underwear. He was wearing a full lingerie set.

Caging you onto the bed with his massive form, his nose brushed yours with every heavy exhale he released. Blood red eyes more haunted than the very building you inhabited stared at you, hungry for something you were oh-so ready to give him.

Your gaze carried a similar hunger. It made him love you that much more.

Your hands hold his face far too tenderly, a sort of daze coming over you. All you wanted was to touch and feel and taste and have and keep and- was this you thinking, or him?

Your hands run over red lace, silk straps snapping against his skin as you pulled them. You only let one hand continue far enough to cup his cunt; it emitted warmth enough to burn you up, and bless if it didn't excite you.

"Change."

He listens, eager to please. Now he lay flat on the bed, you between his thighs. Your eyes sat heavy on his core, watching arousal gradually soak through until when you touch it, a thin string connects you even when you pull your hand away.

Red panties, red lace, red bow. You kiss him, in more ways than one. First, mouth to mouth; it's a stretch, but it's worth it to feel his intensity all poured into a single touch. Then, cunt to cunt; you cage his thighs beneath your own, savoring the sigh of relief you both give when your pussies meet. The touch is soft, the intensity high. You want no more than to fuck him like this, until peak after peak rolls by, until you can't move, until Mr. Scarletella can't speak, until he tells you his name.

And so, you do. There was never going to be a slow start with him. He's all fire and passion and pumping blood and beating hearts, and merely being around him leaves you infected with the need to do and touch and please and have and-

"Love..."

His voice is a shadow of its former self. A breathless husk, just barely caught and kept long enough to say one word.

"Love... Me?"

"Yes."

"Together... Long?"

"Of course."

"You...." His voice cracks, then breaks, the shards of his sentence lost within the echoing cries that rip from his throat as he cums.

You can feel his clit twitching against yours. Your own tears begin to pour, your own orgasm crashing into you, yet your hips don't so much as stutter. It's as though they were possessed by a separate entity, one that intended to bleed you both dry.

Hours continue like this, and his ability to speak is lost completely. At some point, your body fails you too, your ability to move now gone. Peak after peak have gone by, but...

In the silence of the room, hours, days, years later, he finally mumbles something.

"Hm?"

"Me..."

You don't even have the strength to open your eyes, but you imagine yourself quirking your eyebrow while tilting your head in confusion.

"Name...."

Wait...?

"Me... Give."

You don't have time to react. Before you realize, he's saying it, and your life has changed forever.

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A/N: believe it or not, Mr. Gap is my favorite. But Mr. Scarletella is special to me. I don't even LIKE yanderes! Mr. Silvitair not included cause I don't really like him as much lol :P

#the psychotics writing #homicipher #homicipher x reader #homicipher mr crawling #homicipher mr scarletella #homicipher mr chopped #homicipher mr gap #homicipher mr hood #mr crawling x reader #mr crawling #mr chopped #mr hood #mr scarletella #mr hood x reader #mr chopped x reader #mr gap x reader #mr gap #mr scarletta x reader

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teamphobia · 2 years ago

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Slander! This is Slander! I said no such thing!

Bane almost said that he hates your kid

Now, now. I'm sure it's just an misunderstanding my little togekiss sweetheart would NEVER do anything that might make someone hate her <3 <3 <3 <3

#(I MEAN HE DIDNT SAY IT he is easily irritated but will bite his tongue so Yinny is happy)#pkmn irl

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ahmedmootaz · 7 months ago

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Does anyone else find it supremely ironic that we have an angel-and-devil-on-your-shoulder dynamic that has multiple twisted levels with Carmen and Ayin in Limbus Company?

Carmen the luminous angelic saint, so beautiful, enthralling, charming, and altruistic ironically pushing people into being utterly selfish and thinking only of themselves and causing a massive death toll consisting of entire Nests and Backstreets of a whole District depsite wanting the exact opposite before Enoch died.

Ayin the dark devilish warcriminal, so scrunkly, sopping wet, pathetic, reclusive, neglectful, shit at communicating, and bloodsoaked ironically trying to stop Carmen and push people into being more kind and empathetic and thinking beyond only of themselves despite having soaked his hands in at least an entire District's worth of blood as they took down the old L Corp in a bid to fulfill Carmen's dream no matter what.

It's like seeing an angel and a devil switch roles!

Dear Anonymous,

Indeed, this is one my favourite role reversals with the two of them because of the levels of tragedy and intrigue within it.

After all of these years of yearning, of wishing for an end to his suffering and suffering he caused on so many people, Ayin finds himself dragged into a situation where he was to play the hero, not for someone else's dreams, not for wholly selfish reason, but for the City's people whom he once worked to help so much. . He had to play the hero before, and now he has to be a hero. And I cannot imagine the heartbreak he has to endure seeing what has become of Carmen after the time she spent as the Bucket...

And I wonder if it's sort of a mutually tragic situation here. Maybe Carmen really does think she's saving people from become the emotional and physical husk that Ayin became through his stubborn selflessness that he solely endured for her through love. Maybe she wants to destroy the concept of loving other people and selflessness because she knows how it can destroy good men. Like her dear Yinnie. And at the same time, Ayin knows that this isn't who Carmen is...or at least, it's not the same woman he knew throughout all of the time he worked with her in the Old Lab.

And to me, the sweet, delectable irony lies in knowing that Ayin was always described as without ideals. He went through with the Seed of Light just to make Carmen happy despite knowing he should've went through with it for the inherent good it would've caused everyone. And yet, now when he has the chance to join Carmen in her new quest against the City, when he can be happy by her side if he just turns a blind eye like he always wanted to...He decides to hold his ground. He decides to stick to Carmen's original plan, and honestly, I think that's some very major character development for him since it essentially means that he grew from solely loving Carmen to loving her for her ideals and for who she was. When she basically became an entirely different person post-Light release, he held onto the ideals of the woman he used to love, and that made him the perfect man for the job of countering Carmen in the Light.

From the worst possible man for a job, to the best possible man for it, you have to admit it's a heckuvan upgrade.

Thank you for the very intriguing ask, Anon! Until next time, be well, take care, and see ya'!

#lobotomy corporation #library of ruina #ask #my writing #ayin #carmen

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cherywrld · 5 months ago

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------ '🍒 , BASICS

stage name - Suyin

birth name - Zhang Sùyīn { 张素音 }

Meaning - From Chinese 素 (sù) meaning "unadorned" combined with 音 (yīn) meaning "sound, tone".

Korean name - Jang Suin {장 쑤인}

English name - Sophia Zhang

Nicknames - Yinnie, Yin-ah, Suisa, Xiǎo yīn, Xiǎo gē, Míngqín, Míngyín, Pooh

date of birth - November 30, 1999

zodiac - Sagittarius / Rabbit

nationality - taiwanese

Languages - Taaiwanese (Native) ', Chinese (Fluent) ', Korean (Fluent) ', English (Fluent)

Representative emoji - 🦈🏀

------ '🍒 , PHYSICAL

Face claim - Wang Yiren of everglow

Height - 169 cm ❪ 5'6" ❫

Weight - 48 kg ❪ 105 lbs ❫

Peircings - 2x Standard Lobe

------ '🍒 , FAMILY

Mother - Tian Yijun { 田怡君 }

Father - Zhang Weidong { 张卫东 }

Brother - Zhang Haitao { 张海涛 }

Pet - A ginger cat named Jiezuo

------ '🍒 , CAREER

Label - Bighit / Hybe Labels (2014 - 2017) ', Glasshouse inc. (2017-2024) ', Octavia music co. (currently)

Group - Cheryburn

Position - Main Dancer ', Lead Vocalist ', Maknae

Training period - October 2011 - September 2014 {2 years 11 month}

Debut date - 5th September 2014 (5/09/14)

Debut age - 14 years (International) , 15 years (Korean)

------ '🍒 , PERSONALITY

MBTI - ENFP

Negative - People Pleaser ', Savior complex ', Avoids Confrontation ', Anger issues ', Holds grudges ', Egoistical

Positive - Overachiever ', Passionate ', Social ', Intelligent ', Loyal ',

Likes - Sports ', Sharks ', Studying, reading novels, sweets, swimming, hanging out with friends.

Dislikes - being vulnerable, rude people, not putting in 100% effort, vegetables.

Habits -Puts her tongue out in pictures, always has pen marks on her, and makes timetables.

------ '🍒 , CLAIMS

Voice claim - Solar (Mamamoo)

Dance claim - Mina Myoung (Mu;Tudio)

Rap claim - N/A

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thatsonesonicperson · 2 months ago

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Since chapter 4 got announced, i drew up some doodles of a smiling critter oc i had!! Also $200 if you know what i based the second image off of😈

HINT-it’s from a sonic comic 🫶

The context is that Yinni is jealous of Dogday, he finds it unfair that he can make friends easily while Yinni gets stressed out/overwhelmed 24/7 whenever he tries to do something. (He doesn’t realize that he can be a little mean towards Dogday)

Anyways hope you like my silly boy :3

Nœ, ħě’š ňœť æ ġĩřł. (No he’s not a girl)

#smiling critters #poppy playtime #smiling critter oc #my silly boy #please like my art #these children. these little guys. i love them

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sshireens · 9 months ago

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2, 6, 8, 12 👉👈?

THANK YOU YINNIE 💓💓💓

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

this requires me to narrow down my favs, which is so much more difficult than i ever could have expected. yin if i don’t answer the ask quickly this was why. catelyn tully would never top because ned lays pipe and she’s a freak like that. saw a ss of a reddit post that was like ‘my wife likes to get blitzed and then come home and have me fuck her brains out’ and thats her. brienne is never bottoming and jaime is never topping because jaime has some kind of reversed gender thing going on that makes him want to be a girl but not to another man. and brienne lives to serve. she literally is a sword. and thats a penis metaphor as we all know. margaery is never topping men because despite being the first ally in westeros she thinks thats weird. these are compelling arguments to me! daenerys stormborn is NEVER. NEVER NEVER NEVER. never bottoming because A). thats the prince that was promised B). jon likes to get dicked down C). i personally believe that being sold and traded will lees her to discover (amidst her several trysts with irri jhiqui and doreah (bc u cant tell me otherwise. irri is canon first of all)) that she, as the breaker of chains and mother of dragons and khaleesi of the great grass sea, is not inclined to experience things at the whim of others but rather the opposite. is that appropriate to say.

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

oh god. SORRY PLEASE DONT SHOOT ME EVERYONE! daemyra (this might be biased bc i just dont like daemyra) some sansan ppl really get under my skin…. LUCEMOND JESUS CHRIST. almost forgot about them (was almost free). wow sorry lucemond shippers first place for annoying. its not that im an omegaverse toxic incest yaoi anti its just. Its the people it truly is i cannot even enter that circle. there is a blog on here though i can’t remember the url of that makes cute sfw art that doesnt frighten me and ive been known to browse, even hit like once or twice. lucemond still stay away from me please

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

daenerys is not going to be queen of the seven kingdoms NOR SHOULD SHE BE. if daenerys takes the iron throne the whole series is pointless

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

what qualifies as unpopular. also what do we consider like. because i consider like as in ‘this is a fun character to see interact with the world’ and NOT!!!!!!!!! ‘i support this guy’. just to clarify for any other viewers at home. a character ive seen a lot of people Dislike but i think deserves to be heard out is criston because he’s funny and thats it thats why everyone should like him. but i dont consider him unpopular? hmm tough tough …… will i get flayed if i say larys like i mean he’s just sick i love wondering what is going on in that head. in regards to characters i think are not given enough attention: jaehaera targaryen. ‘she’s a little girl shes a non-character’ SHUT UP. she’s a little girl exactly. she didn’t get the chance to be her own person she is alicent’s pain helaena’s pain and her own. GOD MY BABY GIRL….. she names her dragon death…… AUGH DONT EVEN TALK TO ME DOONNTTT EVEN. um also rhaella, daughter of rhaena the lesbian AND! mother of daenerys. bc first of all rhaella and aerea switches thats true. so like. rhaella septa rhaella wondering if that was meant to be her. wondering if maybe it would have never happened if she hadn’t traded places. is it kinder to force her twin into the faith or to let her die? Augh. also daenerys’ mommy just… why dont we know about her i need more people on here like me willing to band together to make up canon. i guess thats not really a reason why people should like them. ALSO SHIREEN BARATHEON I DONT KNOW IF YOU CAN TELL BUT IM THE BIGGEST SHOOTER FOR SHIREEN THATS BABY THATS MOTHER THATS THE PRINCESS THATS MY DAUGHTER THATS ME I LOVE HER SO BAD OH NY GOD SHIREEN PEASE COME HOME THE PEOPLE MISS YOU. and i know everyone dgaf about baby boy bowl cut brown boba eyed broken bran. but i gave birth to him. and thats why you should like him.

i don’t consider myself a targ girlie and then it comes to questions abt asoiaf and i can only answer in reference to them 😔 tried to be diverse 🤞

#asoiaf #ask game #amethyinst

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