#mr crawling fluff

[ihrtslabyul]

lowkey… u should drop a mr crawling fic where he learns our language to say love you or smth like that 🫣🫣 or like anyone tbh

This is the cutest idea ever omg

◟✿ "you love me too?" An mr crawling x reader . . .ᐟ

Notes . . .ᐟ currently manifesting that homicipher gets really popular 🙏

character . . .ᐟ mr crawling

After you decided to take him with you and finally escaped the other world,you have noticed he's just like a puppy,despite being a monster. He was always protecting you from the other monsters, specially the red haired man with a umbrella,and an intimidating aura. there were times that separated him and you,but your bond with him never broke. The way he patted your head whenever you were hurt to reassure that everything's is going to be fine with a comforting tone in his voice blossomed something in your heart. And you couldn't bring yourself to leave him there.

you gave him a bath first to get rid of the smell of rotting corpse and blood,and then feed him something that definitely wasn't soup with meat chunks in it,but he enjoyed it alot.

recently you have noticed that he always listened to your conversations with other humans,studying how other humans interacted with eachother,in their languages. It was very interesting to him how people interacted,he always has followed you to wherever you go,and you don't mind it at all since people can't see him,watching you talk with your friends behind you,being curious. if your friends could have the ability to see him,they probably would have been weirded out and thought of him as just a weirdo.

He watched as you watched those rom-coms,with a loving expression,there was this one thing that he was fascinated about. The way your eyes would glint up with love and affection and that soft smile that crept up on your face,was the time one of the characters will say the words "I love you" to eachother,simply confessing their love. As they melt to eachother's embrace and even shared a sweet,tender kiss. He wondered if he had said those words to you you would do the same thing to him too.

Curiosity got the best of him as he finally built up the courage as he went over to your bed where you laying in,on your phone just listening to some music,and laid down beside you as he laid his head down on your shoulder, you smiled at him as you put the phone down and started petting his head. Mr crawling thought this was the perfect time to finally open the key to his undead heart and confess his feelings for you.

"I love you." "I love you so so so much!" He repeated,with a eerie-ly beautiful smile that caught you off guard. "Wait what!?" You thought you misheard him, as he looked and tilted his head,much like a confused puppy. "I love you! You love me too?" He questioned,hope sparking in his undead eyes, blush painted your cheeks as you realised this wasn't a dream and he really loves you,and you loved him too. "Yes!yes! Me love you too! Very much!" As you planted a kiss to his forehead,falling into his arms and embracing him in a warm hug,much like those couples in your favourite rom-coms.

[shimisstuff]

I fear he is my type

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[sunvylovebug]

A bath together

↬Warnings: There are mentions of nudity but this is NOT NSFW, Y/N is a killer, mentions of murdering …⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ

↬ Gender Neutral!Reader, they/them pronouns and third person narration (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

↬Author Note: He's such a green flag, such a sweet boy, I want to give Me. Crawling a big hug. Btw finally posting something that has warnings lmao.

↬Summary: Y/N teaching Mr. Crawling about something basic in the daily routine; a warm bath.

↬ Word Count: 1,435 Words

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"Mr. Crawling please. I promise you it'll be fun! Fun? You like fun?"

Y/N's question was answered with a vigorous shake of the head. "No... Me no like. No like there. Not going."

"Please? Would you do it for me?" Of course they were gonna try to convince him that way, Mr. Crawling couldn't say no to that look after all.

It's been some days since they left that mysterious world. They went back to their usual activities like going to school and killing people, just the usual stuff for a human their age, right? They have been teaching Mr. Crawling about the human world and the routines that generally develop over time, a very important part of the daily routine is cleaning the body but Mr. Crawling was so hesitant to enter the tub, it was filled with warm water and soap, of course it looked comfy but then why was he acting that way?

Mr. Crawling stood firm in his decision. "Not going."

They sighed. "Would you enter if we did it together? Would you agree that way? You, me, together?"

He smiled and nodded, so he was throwing that whole tantrum so he could be with them. They weren't surprised really, he was a clingy being.

They took off their clothes with some hesitation, how would Mr. Crawling react? Would it be a good reaction? Now they were the one hesitating. And he noticed. "You okay?"

"I'm okay, it's just..." They shook their head. "Nothing."

Once the two were without clothes they shivered a little. "I already took a shower today, taking a bath is not necessary for me..." Y/N said to themselves as they stepped into the tub. "Your turn. Come here"

This time Mr. Crawling stepped into the tub without protest, a happy smile on his face. After feeling the temperature, he giggled, he looked happy. "Fun fun." He said, splashing a little of water.

"See? Told you it was fun... But you usually take a shower first, then get in the tub to relax, you know? The problem is that my shower is too small for someone so tall like you... I mean, this tub is also pretty small but I guess it works, not that bad hopefully. I hope you'll enjoy it." Indeed, it wasn't that big of a bathtub so they were pretty close, his cold back pressing against their chest.

He was happily listening to their yapping, not understanding a lot of course, but Mr. Crawling just liked the way they voice sounds when they're speaking to him, it was a sound that made him feel nice and warm inside.

"I'm gonna wash your hair, okay?" Y/N grabbed the bottle of shampoo, Mr. Crawling didn't understand what they meant with that but he was happy to let them take care of him. It made him feel special.

They started to gently massage his scalp, Mr. Crawling tried to eat the foam and bubbles that the shampoo produced but after they told him it wasn't food he felt somewhat disappointed, it smelled so good, how is it not something he cannot eat? "No food?"

"No, it's not food. It doesn't taste as good as it smells."

Mr. Crawling didn't get what Y/N said but he understood that he can't eat that and he was a well behaved boy so he didn't try to eat it again.

They spent a lot of time just washing his hair, making sure the tips and roots were clean, his hair got dirty when he crawled around and they wanted to take care of it for him. "Your hair is so pretty." They whisper softly.

He giggles. "Me pretty?"

"Your hair. Your hair pretty. But you're right Mr. Crawling, you pretty too."

He smiled and giggled, wanting to hug and headpat them but not being able cause of their position, Instead, he just rubbed his head happily against her neck. They took care of cleaning his body as much as possible while teaching him the basics of how to do it himself as well. He was very cheerful, as usual, always giggling and smiling, enjoying the experience, the attention he received and the gentle touches, the nice words and all the spoiling and pampering they gave him. They made him happy.

They started talking after starting to scrub his legs. "Next time I'll try to kill someone with money... Maybe we could put soft carpet on the floors or something... Your knees get bruised cause of your crawling and... I'm sure you don't feel it that much and you heal pretty fast... but I don't like seeing you like that." They gently kisses his temple, Mr. Crawling smiled and giggled happily.

Mr. Crawling He was having the best day of his life, the warmth of the water, Y/N's body heat, the pleasant aromas of the soaps and shampoo, listening to them humming while they took care of him... It was perfect.

But eventually the water turned cold and soon they got out of the tub, they wrapped a towel around their body to help Mr. Crawling dry himself with another towel. He liked that, it was soft and it smelled good. Everything in that room smelled good, it was different from what he was used to in his world.

"So? Did you liked it?" Y/N asked.

"Yes. Me like this." He nodded his head, smiled happily. "Me like you."

"Thank you. I like you too"

It was time for a new lesson; getting dressed. Mr. Crawling wasn't used to clothes and how humans dress, so they got him a new robe and some underwear. He protested a little at first, something so restrictive felt weird at first but once he got used to it he even liked it. His new robe looked a lot like the old one he had, that made him happy cause he really liked that robe.

"Me pretty, me pretty." He repeated over and over again when he saw himself in the mirror.

"Yes, you're pretty. Very very pretty."

He loved their praises, now that they were dressed and out of the tub he could hug them and give them the headpats he wanted. That made them happy too. He was so clingy. It was new to have someone so in awe of even the smallest detail about them, Mr. Crawling was a faithful devotee and Y/N a deity that he would worship for life.

"Let's dry your hair okay? We're done here."

They went back to the room, having Mr. Crawling sitting down on the edge of the bed, they were behind him, dryer in hand ready to take care of that beautiful and silky hair that Mr. Crawling had.

"This is a little loud but it's okay. It won't hurt." They wanted to make sure Mr. Crawling wouldn't freak out cause of the noise the air dryer made. He nodded and Y/N started doing their thing. The hot air felt nice, it took a good amount of time to dry all of his hair but they did it happily, Mr. Crawling felt excited and that was enough of a reason to do it.

"I'm done, what do you think?"

Mr. Crawling grabbed the air dryer and held it in front of his face, the air was moving his hair back, making him giggle. "Fun fun! Me like fun!"

"I know you like fun." They looked at him tenderly, Mr. Crawling was easy to impress, even the smallest detail could make him very excited, it was refreshing to have him by their side. "You know, I wanna braid your hair... Want me to show you something? You'll look pretty, I promise."

He tilted his head to the side but nodded gently, giving them the hair dryer back. They braided his hair gently, once it was done they made him look at the mirror.

They smiled, he was so excited. "You look pretty."

"Me pretty!" He looks at them with a big smile. "Me pretty... Thank you..."

They looked at the clock, it was almost midnight. "I should sleep now, it's getting late."

Mr. Crawling nodded, understanding their need of rest. They lay down together in bed after turning off the lights. He was hugging Y/N as if they were a delicate piece of art made of glass, something he had to protect. "You pretty... Thank you." He said against their neck.

"This could be a part of our routine... I like it, I wanna do it again."

"Again?" He asks happily.

"Yes. Not now! But tomorrow... Again"

He giggles. "Again! Again! Tomorrow again!"

They kiss his forehead. "It's time to sleep for now, okay? Goodnight Mr. Crawling."

"Night night... Pretty."

[luvnami]

ever since you've returned to the 'real' world, mr crawling's insistson cuddling you to sleep each night. he snuggles into bed before you do, pushing back the covers and holding his arms open with an excited "here, here! sleep, together!". he's a little cold to the touch - not that you mind. he presses his face up against yours and giggles when you kiss the apples of his cheeks. you think he might try to crawl under your skin and live inside of you if he could. he's like a clingy kitten, limbs wrapped around you and his face nuzzling the crook of his neck.

"me love you. you love me?" he asks.

you smooth back his hair and he gives you a lopsided, lovesick grin. "of course, i love you too."

[satori-runa]

—Pretty in color

Summary: You returned from work only to find your new boyfriend struggling with your make-up.

Tags: Established Relationship, Blissful Love Life Ending, fluff

Words: 1k

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It was evening when you got home. The sky was already dark, and you had rushed all the way from work down the streets back to your flat, knowing that Mr. Crawling was waiting for you. You always felt terribly guilty whenever he couldn't come along, and you promised yourself you’d make it up to him by cuddling him all night.

But when you stepped inside, it caught you by surprise that he wasn't behind the front door, waiting as he always did. The small hallway felt strangely empty without his presence, leaving you puzzled.

"Mr. Crawling?" you called out, and before long, you heard the familiar giggle from the living room, sounding almost... proud.

You hurried in, only to step on something small. Was this... your lipstick? You lifted your foot, picking up the tube and frowning, wondering if you had dropped it this morning. But as soon as you looked up and met Mr. Crawling's face, you realized the truth.

His face was smeared with various types of makeup—lipstick messily smudged across his lips and cheeks, eyeliner drawn in strange places where it clearly didn’t belong, and streaks of your foundation unevenly spread across his pale skin. He continued to giggle, almost preening, as if showing off his new look. It was hard not to laugh, and you beckoned him over. Had he tried to copy your makeup routine from this morning? He looked ridiculous, but his effort was adorable.

"You trying to look like me?" you asked, amused, gently stroking his colorful cheek as he leaned into your touch with a pleased hum. "Would you like me to put make up on your face properly?"

You hoped he understood, because if he really wanted to imitate you, then you might as well help him.

He tilted his head, as if considering your offer. The giggle quieted, replaced by a soft hum of curiosity. You took that as a yes. Smiling, you guided him to the couch, sitting down and patting the spot beside you. He crawled over, careful not to knock anything over, and settled at your feet, looking up at you with what you could only assume was anticipation.

You reached for your makeup bag, pulling out a few items. "Alright, let’s clean this up a bit first," you said gently, grabbing a makeup remover wipe. You softly dabbed at his cheeks, wiping away the smudged colors. He sat still, surprisingly patient, his tall form hunched close to you, almost like a child getting pampered by a parent.

"There we go," you murmured, smiling as his face was slowly revealed. It was an odd comfort to see him like this—so unguarded, so willing to trust you. You believed that he had no eyes, yet you felt as if he was looking at you, his head tilted slightly, his expression almost tender in its strange way. You knew how easily he could frighten people, with his twisted, lanky form and the way he moved, yet here he was, letting you paint his face like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You leaned in closer, applying a light layer of foundation. "This will feel a little cold," you warned him, and he flinched ever so slightly before settling down again, his giggle returning, this time quieter, like he was enjoying the cool sensation on his skin. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, brushing your fingers against his jaw as you blended the makeup in.

"You really are beautiful, you know," you whispered without thinking, and he giggles once more for a moment before pressing his head against your hand, making a soft, contented noise like a purr. You had never seen him like this before, so vulnerable and sweet. It made your heart squeeze with affection.

Next, you picked up the lipstick. "This time, let me do it for you," you said, smiling. You carefully applied the color to his lips, smoothing it out with your thumb. He leaned forward as you did, pressing closer, almost nuzzling your hand. When you pulled back to look at your work, his lips curled into a smile—soft, genuine, as if he was pleased with how he looked.

"Me… like," he murmured, his voice hoarse and crackling like broken glass, but the words were clear enough. It was rare for him to speak in your language, and the sound of it made your eyes soften.

"You do?" you asked quietly, and he nodded, his tall form curling around you protectively, like he wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever. You reached up, cupping his cheek, and he nuzzled into your palm, his smile widening.

"I like you too," you said, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest. "You don’t need makeup to be beautiful, Mr. Crawling. You already are." You glanced at him full of love. “Me like you. You cute. You pretty.”

He let out a breath, almost like a sigh of relief, and leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours. You closed your eyes, resting there with him, feeling the cool press of his skin against yours, the way his form seemed to wrap around you like a shelter. He didn't speak, but there was no need to. His touch said it all—the way he held you so gently, like you were something precious, the way he stayed close, even though he could easily rise and tower above you.

"Rest together," you whispered, brushing your fingers through his hair. He let out another quiet giggle, nodding, his agreement clear without words. He shifted, curling up beside you on the couch, resting his head against your lap.

You stroked his hair, watching as his body relaxed, his tall form folding in on itself until he seemed almost small, almost vulnerable. He nuzzled into your touch, letting out a contented hum, and you couldn’t help but smile.

"Goodnight, Mr. Crawling," you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. He let out a soft, happy sound, cuddling closer as he drifted off. You stayed like that, holding him close.

Maybe he couldn’t come with you during the day, but you knew he’d always be there, waiting for you to come home. And that was enough.

[lilacxquartz]

Can you write a homicipher fic with Mr crawling where Mc is deep cleaning their apartment and he's confused on what exactly they're doing and just like doing domestic stuff? Thank you!💜💜💜

in an attempt to clean;

mr. crawling x reader/mc

plot: you do all sorts of curious things but mr. crawling still can’t quite understand some behaviours — a/n: i hooope this is what you wanted!! like my mind ran with mr. crawling perhaps being sentimental about the stuff you cleaned up, so i went with it, aha, mc is in the real world here and mr. crawling is like, a live-in guard ghost — themes: gn!reader, domestic fluff, character study — w.c: 1.1k • ao3 • masterlist ✮⋆˙

Even if he didn’t quite understand the order of the world that you came from, Mr. Crawling still tried his very best to adapt to you and your way of living. He was perfectly happy just living in your home and existing within your space, finding every nook and cranny to be deeply fascinating. Every other surface had a hint of your scent, with other places, like the bedroom, signaling your once lingering presence—like a signature.

He traced around the areas where such things were left behind, from empty bowls from where you had breakfast to where your dirty laundry was thrown off to the side after a long day. This often led you to pause and tilt your head at such odd behaviour, but you also didn’t quite mind. He did many odd things, after all, such as hovering around in the corners of your home, watching you from a distance while you worked on… whatever it was that needed doing.

Had this been any other situation, you would have probably tried to flush him away with the help of a local shaman, but it was all fine. You brought him back with you for a reason. He wasn’t malicious at all, at least not to you. If anything, he was a little like a guard ghost—determined to keep you safe—no matter what.

However, at some point, too much of your ‘presence’ was left behind and you had to talk yourself into committing to a deep clean. You had admittedly put it off for his sake, finding his almost, enticed state of wonder to be endearing, but a clean space meant a clean mind, or however the saying went.

And things had to go.

At a glance, the apartment was a complete mess. Dust clung to the walls and tables, and there were dirty socks in every other direction. Trash was also becoming something of a problem and for it to not get any worse than it already was—something had to be done—before it was past the point of no return.

Just as you were about to dive in towards fulfilling your task, however, you felt Mr. Crawling’s presence materialise right behind you like a sudden, looming shadow and sure enough, when you turned around, he was right behind you. He was now Mr. Standing more like, you internally tutted, given that he no longer took the liberty to pad around on his hands and knees anymore, instead filling out the whole stretch of room. From the floor to the ceiling, he made himself known.

“What… you… doing?” he asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion. He had his finger pointed towards the bin bag in your hand, seeming almost alarmed.

“Cleaning…?” you replied, demonstrating taking some trash from the coffee table and dropping it into the bag. As you did so, his hand flinched away and he seemed rather upset.

“Object… away?” he asked.

“Yes,” you nodded, quickly filling up the bag with more and more pieces of trash that were otherwise littering the surfaces, all the while he seemed to twitch at the very sight, as if he wanted for you to stop but wasn’t sure how to ask you of such a thing.

And before you could continue on your spree any further, Mr. Crawling took a step forward, confiscating an empty crisps packet right from your hands. In turn, you raised an eyebrow, jumping up to grab it from him, but he kept it purposefully out of your reach.

“Give it back,” you huffed, unsure what exactly has gotten into him.

“No,” he shook his head, his tone sounding rather petulant, “I keep.”

You blinked a couple of times, sounding exasperated. “W-why?”

“Treasure,” Mr. Crawling could only reply, clutching the piece of trash to his chest like it was the most sacred item.

You withdrew a deep sigh. Of course, Mr. Crawling had gained some sort of attachment from the things he saw you use. It was actually sort of oddly sweet if it didn’t have the possibility of attracting bugs and potentially growing mould.

“I’m not throwing everything away,” you tried to reason, gesturing at what got put into drawers and what didn’t, “just the trash, the…” you trailed off, trying to find an appropriate word that you both knew, “the dirt.”

Mr. Crawling hesitated, looking at the crisp packet in his hands. “D-dirt… bad?”

Finally, it clicked. At last! You were finally getting somewhere. Oh, how you loved to see him understand you. It was so rewarding, but also, you almost felt bad at just how upset he sounded, but it had to go. “Yes, very bad. Dirt makes… people… sick,” you tried to charade out next, performing a show of you clutching your stomach and looking nauseous.

“Sick?” he asked, trying to understand before looking even more alarmed than when he had first seen you pick up the trash to begin with. “Sick, bad! Sick, bad!”

Before you could respond however, he was in the process of obliterating that poor crisp packet into nothingness, so you warily had to approach him, pluck it right out of his wary hands, and mime out the rest of your intent. When you took hold of the package, you feigned sickness, and then when it entered the bag, you acted right as rain again. All healthy while looking very much alive.

At first, he was horrified at your display but then seemed to get the memo, glancing around at what could potentially make you sick and what was fine to hold onto and so, over the course of the next hour, you slowly but surely got through a deep cleaning session while he kept bringing you all sorts of objects—perhaps missing the memo as to what counted as clean and what counted as dirty—but at least you were finally, actually getting somewhere.

Things like broken mugs were brought to you, along with more empty packets and forgotten socks alike. Some things he was much more defensive about throwing away, but you let him keep the stuff that you were certain wouldn’t actually bring strange things into your home, like that torn and tatted baggy hoodie you had—he refused to let that one go.

“Why do you want to even… keep that?” you asked, watching him cosy up to the piece of clothing.

“Smells… you,” he gleefully replied, taking a deep whiff of the fabric before towering over you, repeating the motion against the crook of your neck, “smells… good.”

“Ah,” you smiled a little, not protesting a single bit, “yeah, you can keep that.”

You supposed that life with Mr. Crawling, after all this time, was still a messy sort of affair, but that much was fine. It was moments like these that made it all worthwhile, reminding you of why you wanted him to stay in the first place.

Even if it did mean that things took forever to get done now.

[gay-dorito-dust]

It was hard not to compare Mr crawling to that of a loyal puppy dog.

He perks up at you and is visibly happy to the point you could clearly imagine his nonexistent tail wagging vigorously behind him.

He would always wait for you come back and act as though he hasn’t seen you in ages, even though it was more like five minutes to the corner shop for a few bits and bobs; However you couldn’t help but smile every time you saw him waiting for you eagerly.

You didn’t feel as though you deserve a soul as sweet as him, but you kept it to yourself as you let him cling to you and try to take a peak as to what it was that you brought home.

Other than his uncanny likeness to a cute puppy there was another thing about mr crawling there intrigued you. Him standing. It’s extremely rare that mr crawling stood on his own two feet. You saw it happen once and that was about it and all you remember from the moment was how tall he actually was, practically too tall to walk through a doorway without potentially hitting his head because he was that tall.

Mr crawling was tall but his long hair seemed to almost touch the floor in comparison to how they drag across the floor when he’s on his hands and knees. Was it surprising? Yeah a little seeing as it wasn’t something you were use to seeing so suddenly.

However you feared that being on his knees all the time was a pain on not only his knees but his body in general, and yet he didn’t seem to exhibit any sort of pain or discomfort. You soon find that he preferred to stay on his hands and knees for reasons he wouldn’t quite disclose to you. So when you’re both lying in bed you would make sure to massage his knees and hands, even going so far as to give them kisses to show your appreciation for mr crawling, making him purr and chirp happily as he melted under your touch.

You mess with his hair often after giving it a deep, cleansing wash, throwing it into different hairstyles but you didn’t dare bring a pair of scissors close to his hair as you actually liked his long hair as did mr crawling himself.

Ponytail

Man bun

Half up half down

Anything that you could think of, they looked amazing on him which often lead to you showering him in kisses and praises of how cute and handsome he was, but often time you adored his hair hanging down more often then not as it was something mr crawling was more comfortable with and who were you to disagree with him.

[thrfted]

꩜ DATING MR. CRAWLING .ᐟ

SFW GN!Reader HCS after the blissful love life ending.

Italics is in the other world’s language! Sometimes more the implied message rather than a direct translation. I'll probably do Mr. Hood later too :3 !

Your bed is much more comfortable than anything in the other world, and it only makes it better that mr. Crawling gets to be in it with you. He grows accustomed to your nightly routine and is always excited to cuddle up. Big spoon, little spoon, facing each other—all of it makes him as happy as can be!

(^ As someone who still has a twin size, some of us have to invest in a much bigger one lol)

Generally so so affectionate and loves when you’re physically affectionate !! You can kiss his head and he’ll giggle, maybe point at his face and ask “Again!” You leave kisses all over his face, and his hands pull you in close when you finally kiss his lips.

One of Mr. Crawling's strongest traits is his patience—especially when it comes to you. The first day you come home without him trailing behind (much to his dismay, and honestly yours), he’s at the door to greet you, smiling and giggling as you wrap your arms around him. You find out he hadn’t done much but wait for you to come home. (With no complaints of boredom on his part, and all the worry on yours.)

He'll sit as you play with his hair, trying out new hairstyles or putting in clips. “Me cute? Pretty?” he asks. And if you let him do the same in return, he'll giggle and compliment you too.

I think he’d look through your closet and enjoy watching you try on clothes too. He compliments you and feels each of the fabrics, liking the ones that feel softest. He might try on some of the accessories if none of the actual clothes (sort of…) fit, and is really happy when you match!

Mr. Crawling is a fast learner. You worry he'll feel overwhelmed with all the new technology and words and whatever else, so you focus on making sure he’s comfortable. But he points at things and ask what they are, repeating after you. “You teach me language?” he asks and you laugh softly before nodding. “I teach you language.”

He will accidentally touch a hot stove top or pot if you don't remember to warn him beforehand. Then whenever you cook he gets worried you'll hurt yourself, watching to make sure you're alright (forgive him if he pulls your hand away and says “Danger! Don't touch!”)

Since he doesn't know his birthday, you make the day you returned special instead! He's happy to just stay in with you, eating a good meal and watching or learning something new.

Mr. Crawling also learns when yours is and does his best to make it a good day for you too. He tries singing happy birthday and makes food with what you have at home, mimicking the meals he's seen you prepare.

You teach him how to call your phone while you're away. It's supposed to “be for emergencies,” but you both know he's going to call just to hear your voice, and who are you to complain?

I think he gets sad sometimes when he sees or hears you talking to friends—the way you communicate and laugh so easily compared to conversations with him. The other world's language itself is limited, and he hasn't learned enough of your own. You spend some evenings reassuring him, reminding him learning is a process, and it doesn't change your feelings!!

He does his best to learn on his own. You buy (exercise) books and show him shows for younger kids and he spends a lot of time alone with them, both to surprise you, and also just because he loves talking with you and wants to talk more and more.

The first time he speaks your language is a special day. After many days of calling out that you’re back, he decides to say it himself. “You home!” You almost drop everything in your hands, and that’s when he continues, “Miss you.” It feels odd hearing it in his voice, but he’s grinning so wide, and you won’t find out for a while just how excited and nervous he was waiting for you to get home.

One of Mr. Crawling’s favourite things to say and hear is “I love you.” Every time you say it, he gets all giddy and tries to get closer to you (as if that’s possible while already cuddling in bed). He says it a lot while you’re doing chores or really nothing, just to remind you and see you smile. There’s no way in his mind for those 3 words to lose their meaning, or become any less special.

[mrsdotkennedy]

♡*:.mr crawling headcanons .:*♡

hi so i’ve never written these before but they seemed fun and i thought i’d give it a shot! gender neutral reader <3

i feel like he’d chase his shadow and (or) be afraid of it. the first time the two of you go grocery shopping in the human world, he’d be unused to the sun but fascinated by it, staring directly at it. then he’d glance around and notice that whenever he moves, his shadow also moves. at first he’d test it out, moving left, then right, watching it move with him. he might paw at it, and then turn in circles, like a puppy chasing its tail. eventually he’d be frustrated with the shadow’s relentless tactics, and slightly afraid that it wouldn’t go away. what scared him even further was the fact that a shadow was following you too! that’s where he draws the line. if it had just been him plagued with the shadows he could let it go, but there’s no way he could let these things hurt you. he’d clutch onto you in warning, trying to indicate the shadow in a fearful tone. you’d be confused until you realize he was warning you of your own shadow, and then you laugh loudly. he pouts, but feels ease at your lightheartedness. you try to explain it to him in broken words: “not hurt, not real, from light” as you point at the sun. he doesn’t fully understand you (still struggling through the language barrier), but if you say it’s okay then it’s okay!

when you take videos of him, at first he doesn’t understand the concept. he’s a little wary, and unsure of how you managed to capture moments of him inside that little gadget, but he pieced together in his mind that it was some sort of magic mirror, and eventually he became obsessed with photography. he loves to take photos and videos of you doing literally anything: washing the dishes, lying around, cooking, trying on new outfits, anything at all. his favorite thing to do is take selfies of the two of you though <3

how he texts you! you had gotten into the keyboards setting and managed to put in his language system (or at least however much you knew of it) into an extra phone you bought for him, but he preferred to try and use your language instead. he texts you constantly while you’re at work/school, but he never touches his phone when you’re home. his texts are always filled with emojis, and loads of hearts. his love of selfies always comes through as he snaps selfies every couple hours, showing him cleaning, organizing, trying to cook a meal, etc. he’s definitely an insanely speedy typer (big ahh hands and long fingers), though it’s definitely awkward at first and he has loads of typos

guys idk what this is tbh i just wish i had unconditional love from this fine fellow anyways yeah ty for reading hehe bye!

p.s. should i have put more details or is vague better?

[deadghosy]

BLOODY SURPRISE

Characters: platonic! Mc/adami + platonic!Mr crawling x child! Afab reader

Summery: getting a period at the wrong time

Child!reader somehow getting into the underworld with adami. Child!reader starts to cringe at their stomach, feeling a weird pain in their lower abdomen. Crawling starts to notice as he sees you stick out your lower lip in pain.

Mr crawling chirps for the hooded female to look at you. Adami raises a brow as she places a hand on your head. “Okay, you?” You whimper as you clutch your stomach. You try to nod, but soon you feel something trickle down your leg.

Blood.

Mr crawling immediately cries, you’re hurt. He says in his head. Adami’s eyes widen, she sees you look embarrassed, scared, and mostly in pain.

You have started your cycle at 10. Mr crawling is scared for his life, his tiny human of a friend is hurt! He doesn’t like it as he is frowning while yelling. “Hurt! Hurt! Blood!” Adami sighs, she knows what this is. She pulls you from Mr crawling who tried to hurry after you two. But adami gives him a stern look to stay put.

Mr crawling has a deeper frown but listens to the older female. Soon adami pulls you in a room.

Adami quickly rips off a piece of the dress she is wearing and makes you a small pad. You both talk in the human language as she reassures you that it’s normal at your age to get it early..

Meanwhile this is happening, Mr crawling is crying. Are you dying? Blood loss?

Oh his poor baby, his innocent child friend.

You come with adami with a smile as Mr crawling crawls like a demon out of a movie. He is immediately frowning as he cups your face and gives you pats.

“Okay? Scared, you?”

You smile and give a “okay” sign that you are fine. He doesn’t want to believe you until adami says it’s normal.

So crawling tries to smile even though he’s incredibly worried still.

After the moment is over, you, adami, and crawling continue the journey to find an escape from this hell.

[puppeat123]

Homicipher

GN! MC x Mr Crawling

QUICK! ONESHOT

Clean up 🧼 Mr.crawling Fluff☁️

Alright it’s been a while since I have written any type of story or anything so have mercy it might be really bad! Anyways I appreciate yall and I hope yall enjoy!

The bold and crossed out words are the other language 🌀

Slight mention of nudity, SOAP JUMP SCARE,(Jkjk)

Quick note: I have not edited not proof read this so we ball sorry for the grammar errors in advance!

Since being in the this under world kinda place had been a lot it gotten easier tho. Over time you made friends with the residents. Although some of them you still haven’t quite gotten along with due to their odd or erratic behavior.

Mr crawling has been making it easier to survive through this places. He has been your best friend and companion through it all. Helping your survive encounters with Mr stitch, dodging Mr Scarletta who is still trying to find you.

However it’s been a while since you’ve done any kinda of self care and a good shower . (cute girl/guy)

Your hair felt oily and grimy, your skin looked like your rolled in the dirt, and your skin looked dry and ashy. You can’t remember when you let yourself get that bad,covered in blood and dirt.

Mr Silvair had a bathroom right? He has a whole living room type thing.

You felt a small tug on your rain coat. Mr crawling stared up at you looking a bit confused.

“Look?”

You’ve been staring at yourself so long in the mirror you completely forgot about him!

“Me look me!”

Mr crawling nodded in agreement.

“Pretty pretty!”

He can be so sweet but who knows maybe his saying that as a friend? The relationship between the bother of you wasn’t ever clear. He was ghost not human so a lot of things are bound to be different when to comes to romance.

“Together find Mr Silvair”

And off both of you went. On a small but important journey trying to find the doctor.

After a while you found his home. Knocking and pecking in hoping he was home.

“Hello!” You waved at the doctor before coming in.

“Hello”

The resident was always so kind when he wasn’t trying to use you as a lab rat.

“Big container water have?” You asked the ghost doctor. He had like a whole mini house in here.

“Yes. Water container there” He pointed to the room next to his lab.

“Thank you!”

You stepped into the room Mr crawling followed you in.

You hesitated for a second. Should I let him in? I mean he is literally just like a puppy he won’t be anything weird right? Now thinking about it has he ever taken a shower??Then again his a ghost who knows.

You sigh letting him in the room. Closing the door behind him. You look at the container it was almost the same size and a tube or maybe even bigger! The water was a nice temperature too not to warm nor cold.

“Body get out clothes”

You motioned to the ghost while taking your coat off. Mr crawling kinda looked confused after the request, seeing you take your clothes off he seemed a bit nervous but did so anyways. You try and not look out of respect. Since it was a huge tub of water a bath wasn’t enough you needed a shower. You found small chairs and placed it down in front of the tall man.

“Chair sit”

You instructed him.Now thinking about it taking your coat off was a bad ideas cause your clothes are going to get wet. Well you can always call in the bride lady. She was always so nice!

You found a bar of soap still in its box a while back while searching through ruins looking for something to remind you of home.

You started scrubbing at his back, Mr crawling first seemed tense but then started to enjoy it just happy to be there with you. He loved you washing his hair tho.

Once he was done it was your turn your told him to face the other way while you undressed cause it was a little awkward he was staring at you while you where undressing. He doesn’t have eyes but his stare was to much.

“Me want help! Cute cute me help!”

You sigh sitting down on your chair best to him and hand him the bar of soap and your rag in order to clean you up. He started scrubbing away the same way you did to him. It was really relaxing until he started to get to your front area in which you tried to do yourself without much luck.

Mr crawling was going to make sure to leave you squeaky clean like you left him! Plus you did him the favor of making him clean he will make sure to return of course!

He didn’t notice how your face was on fire, and you were thankful cause he was just trying to be helpful!

After washing off the soap and feeling nice and clean. You pulled out the lotion you found in the rubble. It was unscented so it worked perfect for the face.

You started rubbing the lotion down on Mr crawling. Starting from his hands to his whole arms and the up his neck and face.

His face trying to bury him self in your palms with the a big smile laughing to himself.

“Me like pet more”

You laughed he was truly enjoying him self. You made sure to careful rub in the lotion in his face taking in all the lines and was his face makes.

“Me like you”

His so silly he likes a lot of people you doubt he truly knows what romance is right?

He placed his hand on top of yours once the landed back on his cheeks.

“Me like you many”

You paused making sure your ear have not deceived you. Dose he understand the implications??

Mr crawling shyly gets closer to you holding you palm against his face.

“You want my [][][]?”

This a new word for sure, you haven’t heard it but non the less you wanna make sure you understand.

“[][][]?”

You repeated after him, he nodded a dusty pink shade spreading across his face.

What was he saying was he implying what you think he was?? But why now out of all places, literally sitting butt booty naked in a room after a shower is crazy work.

“Together? [][][]!”

He seemed a bit nervous trying to explain.

“Yes. Want you partner”

Mr crawling tackled you into a hug landing on top of you causing you to fall back and slide a bit further away cause of the lotion and water mix.

So there you lied naked being hugged by the huge man who can’t stop laughing and holding you tighter while rubbing his face against your neck. You laughed along with him happy knowing your feelings were reciprocated. You couldn’t help but kiss his cheek. In which he copied peppering your face all over with small kisses. This nice but it was getting cold with a slight warmth that the ghost could hold.

After a bit, both of you being nice and clean with new clothes given by Mr.bride.

“Cute cute!”

Mr crawling exclames seeing the new outfit given to you no noticing his own outfit matching your own.

“Thank you”

You did Mr.crawlings hair putting it into a ponytail at first ten braiding into to long braids and wrapping them in like pig tails so they won’t get in his way while crawling.

It took a while but once you were done he seemed to fall asleep on your lap. Mr.Crawling started speaking in almost whispered tone. Which you got closer to hear him.

“Me like you lots. You partner me. Together.”

You smiled softly.

“Yes together me you. Partner”

[ihrtslabyul]

Hello! Can I have a homicipher request for Mr crawling and Mr scarletella with a fem reader who suprise them a kiss on the lips, what would their reaction?

THATS SUCH A CUTE IDEA!!

◟✿ Mr crawling+ mr scarletella reaction to getting a suprise kiss on the lips by reader . . .ᐟᅟ

notes . . .ᐟ homicipher nation pls bmf♥️♥️

characters . . .ᐟ mr crawling and mr scarletella from homicipher

MR CRAWLING . . .ᐟᅟ

. . .ᐟ mr crawly.exe has stopped working

. . .ᐟ no but he would actually stop moving and is processing the fact you just kissed him

. . .ᐟ after that HE WILL BE BEAMING IN JOY!!

. . .ᐟ he immediately smiles and giggles as blush appeared on his pale cheeks

. . .ᐟ he immediately pulls you into his embrace for a warm hug

. . .ᐟ he will be now smothering you in forehead kisses and headpats now.

MR SCARLETELLA . . .ᐟᅟ

. . .ᐟ he's already so delusional and inlove with you why did you had to make it worse?

. . .ᐟ his eyes immediately glint up with love and says " you love me?" With a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

. . .ᐟ which he already knows the answer to that.

. . .ᐟ as he pulls you into a tight hug and nuzzles your shoulder.

. . .ᐟ congrats you made him even more delusional

[multisstuff]

Mr.crawling x gn!reader

Warning:none, just meeting him for the first time

You stand there in front of this ghost like man with long black hair and an eager grin. He looks happy but so so creepy the way he looks up at you as if he expects you to do something. It's even scarier since he kneels and crawled in front of you.

You're still unfamiliar with this place and have met monsters who want to harm you instantly upon laying their eyes on you.

But this one just sits on his knees and waits patiently. Your heart is beating, feeling still a bit scared, but as you try to communicate with him, he scoots a bit closer, which makes you take a step away from him.

He lets out a sound that reminds you of a whine and puts some distance between you and him as he starts pouting.

"Me no danger." He leans down on his forearms, making himself even smaller to signalling you that he means no harm.

"Me good, me like you." He nods eagerly and his voice softer than before as he lets out a whine again.

He reminds you of a hurt puppy who just wants to play but is often rejected by others. And you can't stop the thought that he actually looks very cute like this.

You look around again contemplating whether or not to trust him, an ally would be very helpful in this world plus you're still having trouble understanding the language so he'd probably be able to help you with that too.

But on the other side you'd be very vulnerable in his presence and it'd be easy for him to betray you.

As your head is steaming and trying to find the right solution to this situation, he slowly and silently crawls closer to your feet.

Only when his hands touch your ankles do you snap out of your head and look down in shock by his icy cold hands and closeness, ready to swing the crowbar at his head.

But he gently nuzzles his head against your leg and giggles seemingly happy to finally touch you, "pretty, you pretty," he chants happily.

And you don't have the heart to smack him away like this. Despite his appearance, he does have a very innocent behaviour and aura around him, which makes you sigh, and it seems like he decided that you two will stay together for now.

So you bring your hand down and gently pet his head, and surprisingly, his hair is so soft and silky to your touch.

XoXo <3

[sunvylovebug]

Whispers of the heart

↬Warnings: No warnings …⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ

↬ Gender Neutral!Reader, they/them pronouns and third person narration (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

↬Author Note: I'm in love with this man. I need to keep playing so I can know more about the other characters (and hopefully I could write about them) but man, I love Mr. Crawling so much, I just want to write more and more about him, even though I'm a bit rusty lol

↬Summary: Y/N left that mysterious world full of curious entities... But they weren't alone. What was life like living with one of these entities?

↬ Word Count: 1,200 Words

Masterlist

Y/N had once been a wanderer in a world that wasn't their own; a strange ghostly dimension. Time had little meaning there. It was a place of shadows, whispers, and spectral beings who spoke in a language as foreign as the world itself. Y/N couldn't understand them, and they never seemed to understand Y/N either.

Lost, adrift in a sea of incomprehensible murmurs, at least until Y/N met him. Mr. Crawling had appeared from the dark, like a sliver of the abyss, a scary crawling being but one extremely sweet and caring. He had long hair that cascaded like a waterfall of ink, and, when he wasn't crawling, a tall, lean form that loomed over them like a silent guardian. His voice was strange, in a good way, almost gentle, But there was something about her that they couldn't quite distinguish: it was different. He didn’t speak in words they understood, but his actions were clear, he was there to protect them.

In the beginning, Y/N had been frightened. They didn’t know who or what Mr. Crawling was, only that he moved with an unsettling grace, always following them like a puppy, never leaving their side. But soon, they realized that he wasn’t a threat. He had a need, an overwhelming desire to be close, to offer comfort in a place that was foreign and frightening to Y/N. He was clingy, too clingy at times, always hovering near them, offering small gestures of affection they didn’t understand at first. A headpat here, a gentle nuzzle there, an embrace that felt strangely warm despite his ethereal nature and cold body.

The more time they spent together, the more Y/N realized that Mr. Crawling was different from the other entities in the ghostly world. Where others were distant and cold, he was compassionate and strangely affectionate. He didn’t speak the language of this world, but neither did Y/N. Yet, somehow, they communicated. Through some little words. Through silence. Through touch. Through the small, tender moments they shared in their strange, shared isolation.

It was Mr. Crawling who helped them escape the ghostly world. They had been lost, and he had guided them with soft whispers and a metaphorical hand that never let go, pulling them out of the abyss and back to their world.

Now, the two of them lived in a modest house at the edge of a sleepy town, far from the shadows of the world he'd once known. The house was small but cozy, tucked away beneath the embrace of towering trees and the endless sky. The walls were lined with books, books that Y/N had bought, books that Mr. Crawling didn't quite understand yet, but was fascinated by nonetheless (he especially liked the ones with cute pictures). The furniture was simple, the windows large, letting in sunlight that warmed their new home.

Y/N had found a quiet life for them. They were still adjusting, still processing everything that had happened, but there was peace now. There was a routine. And with that routine, Mr. Crawling adapted too.

At first, Y/N wasn’t sure how to teach him the human language. He didn’t speak it, after all he never needed to, but his curiosity had grown. Sometimes he'd watch them speak, listened intently, and began to mimic the sounds they made. His voice was soft at first, a murmur that seemed foreign, but with every passing day, it grew more confident. Slowly, Y/N began to understand his language too, a delicate, melodic series of his words, his clicks and hums, like a song that had been lost to time.

They both had so much to teach each other.

There were nights when Y/N would sit with him, books open between them, and they would practice together. Y/N would point to objects around the room, saying their names, and Mr. Crawling would repeat them in his hauntingly beautiful tone, he was adorable when he was focused, lips curling slightly as if savoring each new word. His progress was slow, but his dedication was unwavering. And in return, Y/N learned to understand his quiet language, his words of affection, his quiet murmurs of concern when he thought they were upset, his soft sounds that resonated like the wind brushing through the trees.

But it wasn’t just the language they shared, it was the quiet companionship. Mr. Crawling, despite his ghostly form, was very much alive in the ways that mattered. He was there in the mornings, wrapping them in soft, clingy hugs that kept them grounded, pulling them close as if afraid they might slip away. His physical affection was constant, sometimes in a bit of a suffocating way, but in a way that made Y/N feel safe, loved, and never alone. His headpats were his way of saying "I'm here and I love you", his nuzzles a wordless declaration of devotion.

There were moments when Y/N would catch him staring at them, just watching, inspecting their features, his face full of something unreadable, almost sorrowful. But then he would smile and nudge them gently as if to remind himself that they were here, together.

Life with Mr. Crawling wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs. They made it work. On quiet afternoons, they would sit by the window, Y/N with a book in their lap, and Mr. Crawling curled up beside them, his head resting on their shoulder. He would often fall asleep that way, his dark hair cascading over their arm like a curtain of dark silk. Y/N had come to treasure these small moments, the way the light filtered through the trees, the way his presence felt like a constant comfort, the way his hands would sometimes gently clasp theirs as if he feared letting go, as if he feared losing them.

And when the days grew long, and the silence of night enveloped them, Y/N would speak in their language he was still learning, telling him little things he loved to hear and understood a little, praising him, loving him, just telling him stories about their life, little experiences and moments, memories. And he would listen, his expression softening, his touch a gentle reminder that he was there, always, beside them forever.

Mr. Crawling would share his own stories, stories of his world, of the ghostly land from which he came. He spoke in his own language, a soft hum that filled the space between them, and though Y/N couldn’t understand all of it, they could feel the weight of his memories, the depth of his existence. He had been a part of that world, a lingering echo in a place they could never return to. But now, he was with them. And he was happy.

They had created their own little world, away from the shadows, away from the haunting whispers. It wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs, full of quiet mornings, warm nights, and a love that transcended the space between words. Together, they had learned to speak a language of their own, one not of words, but of presence, of touch and of the quiet understanding that sometimes, the most important thing isn’t to speak, but to simply be together.

And with that, more was conveyed than all the words in the world could.

[avvriie]

short fluff about homicipher !!

mr crawling x reader

I leaned against Mr. Crawling, his skin warm against my back in the cold, empty apartment. It felt smooth and a little damp, like cool stone after a rain shower. The air smelled old and dusty, but he had a different smell – like wet earth and

something sweet, maybe berries. It wasn't a bad smell, just… unusual. He didn't make any noise, but I could feel a low hum coming from him, like a tiny motor running.

His claws, usually sharp, I knew, felt soft against my arm. I closed my eyes. The apartment was dark and creepy, but with him close, it felt a little safer. His warmth spread to me, chasing away some of the chill. It was strange, cuddling with him. He wasn't fluffy or cuddly like a pet, but there was comfort in his quiet closeness, in the steady hum against my back. In this empty place, it was nice to feel something else, something warm and alive, next to me.

[satori-runa]

—Santas little mess

Summary: You seem to get your present a bit early this year.

Tags: Established Relationship, slight fluff, smut, cunninglingus, 'shibari'/bondage, p in v, teasing

Words: 2,8k

— MINORS DO NOT INTERACT —

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Your thoughts were a jumbled mess as you took in the sight before you. Mr Crawling sat in front of you in the living room, looking like a hot mess. His long black hair, usually untamed, had been neatly tied into a sleek ponytail that cascaded down his back, stray strands framing his sharp jawline. The gentle glow from the nearby Christmas lights danced over his exposed shoulder, the pale grey skin gleaming faintly under the warm hues.

But what truly stole your focus was the mischievous red ribbon that wound around him like a rope— giving you the display of a sinful allure. The ribbon clung to him like it had its own will, curling and tightening in ways that left little to the imagination. It coiled around his torso, pushing his shirt dangerously high, teasing glimpses of his toned abdomen. It slipped down his legs, the fabric of his clothes hitched up just enough to leave you wondering, craving to see more.

The way the ribbon wrapped around his chest was almost too much, emphasizing the way his muscles shifted with each subtle movement. The soft, glittering texture seemed to mold itself against him, drawing attention to every detail of his figure. And his arms, the ones you always glanced at, are tied on his back somehow, leaving him with no way to move.

A shiver ran down your spine as you took a shaky breath, your cheeks flushing hotter by the second. It felt like the universe had decided to reward you for all the stress this holiday season had thrown your way. Seeing Mr. Crawling tangled up like this, helplessly at the mercy of festive chaos, was a personal gift—one far better than anything that could be wrapped under a tree.

He didn’t make things any easier with the soft whining and restless squirming, his subtle cries for help sounding far too much like something more suggestive. The way his body arched slightly against the ribbon's grip only added to the sinful image before you, making it impossible to ignore the heat crawling up your neck.

“Hold still.” You said with a breathless laugh, your voice trembling despite your attempt to sound composed. You could feel the burn of a deep blush spreading across your cheeks as you reached for the ribbon, your fingers brushing against its glittering surface.

The moment you tugged gently on the red plastic, it obeyed your touch temporarily, sliding and curling around him as if it were alive. But just as you began to untangle him, the ribbon seemed to retaliate, tightening in another area of his body with wicked precision. A low, unrestrained moan escaped his lips, louder this time, and the sound sent a jolt of warmth straight through you. Your hands faltered for a moment as your gaze flicked to his flushed face, his expression glinting with a mixture of frustration and something far different that you couldn't name.

You knelt down, bringing yourself face-to-face with him, your hands fumbling with the tangled ribbon as you tried to free him once more. But every pull and adjustment seemed to elicit another soft gasp or moan, the ribbon tightening in ways that had an unintentional intimacy you couldn’t ignore.

A heat began to pool in your core, your breaths growing shallow as your gaze flickered over his trembling form. You could feel your panties dampening at the sight—his flushed face, the way his body shifted under the glittering red ribbon, and the soft, pleading sounds escaping his lips.

But it wasn’t just you. Crawling was visibly affected, too. Your eyes darted downward, catching sight of his bulge pressing insistently against the fabric of his clothes. The ribbon had framed it perfectly, curling around him as if it were teasing you both, like a gift begging to be unwrapped.

And how could you deny him? The need in his eyes, the way his body strained against the ribbon—it was impossible to resist. Your hands stilled for a moment as you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. “Maybe I should take my time unwrapping you.” You whispered, your voice laced with playful mischief.

His breath hitched at your words, his expression shifting to some flustered confusion as he didn't understand their meaning. The faint tremble in his body only spurred you on, your fingers ghosting over the taut ribbon that wrapped around his chest and thighs.

"You're awfully quiet now." You teased softly, your voice dripping with amusement. "Where's all that whining from earlier?"

Crawling turned his head slightly, his raven hair spilling over his flushed cheeks, but he couldn't hide the way his chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. He bit his lip, trying to stifle another sound as you gave a deliberate tug on the ribbon.

It shifted again, this time tightening against his hips, pressing against his growing arousal with maddening precision. A low, broken moan escaped him, his hands, still behind his back, clenched into fists as if he was trying to keep himself under control.

Your eyes lingered on the way the ribbon framed his body, accentuating every curve and edge. The thought of unwrapping him slowly, savoring every reaction, sent a shiver through you. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his jawline as your fingers played with the ribbon at his waist.

“You want stop?” You finally used your shared language, the foreign words rolled off your tongue easily this time.

The way his body tensed, the soft growl in his throat—it was all the answer you needed. You smiled, your fingers slipping under the edge of the ribbon as you began to peel it away, inch by tantalizing inch. The anticipation hung thick in the air, each moment stretching into eternity as you unraveled the beautiful chaos before you.

His breathing grew heavier with each deliberate pull of the ribbon, the tension between you almost suffocating. You relished the way his body reacted to your touch—subtle shivers, soft gasps, and the faintest twitch of his fingers as if he was fighting the urge to reach for you.

You tugged again, this time more firmly, and the ribbon slid free from his chest, revealing more of his pale, flushed skin. It pooled around his waist like a tempting frame, leaving just enough to stir your imagination further. Your hands moved with purpose, slowly unraveling the ribbon around his thighs, each shift making the fabric of his clothes ride higher, exposing more of the firm, defined muscles underneath.

Crawling’s voice broke the silence—a low, desperate call that sent heat coursing through you. “Do not stop...”

You met his face, his expression smoldering with frustration and need, and you couldn’t help the sly smile that curled on your lips. “But you look so good like this.” You teased, your voice barely above a whisper, while knowing he didn't understand. “All wrapped up, just for me.”

The ribbon tightened again, pressing firmly against the growing bulge between his legs, and a guttural moan escaped him, louder this time. You leaned closer, your fingers brushing against the fabric as you tugged the last loop of ribbon free, watching it fall to the floor in a shimmering heap.

His clothed cock was fully exposed now without the influence of the ribbons, straining against the thin material of his clothes, leaving little to the imagination. You hesitated for just a moment, savoring the sight before you, before reaching up to cup his cheek gently and without hesitation, you closed the distance between you, your lips crashing into his as your hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of his trembling body.

His lips were a bit dry yet desperate against yours, moving with an urgency that made your head spin. The heat of his breath mingled with your own as his hands finally found the courage to move, fingers curling around your waist and pulling you closer. His grip was firm, almost possessive, and it only spurred you on further. He wasn't holding back at all but claimed you in a primal way.

You broke the kiss just enough to breathe, your foreheads pressed together as you caught your breath. Your hands wandered, slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. The way his muscles tensed under your touch sent a thrill coursing through you. "You pretty," you murmured, your voice trembling slightly but laced with sincerity.

Crawling let out a shaky breath, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he giggled happily. You chuckled softly, leaning in to press another kiss against his lips, this one slower, more deliberate. "

His hands slid lower, gripping your hips as his body pressed against yours, leaving no space between you. The friction sent a shiver down your spine, and a soft moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.

“Want you,” he growled softly, his voice thick with need. Before you could respond, he flipped your positions, pinning you gently beneath him. His movements were rushed, almost primal, as if he was thirsting for you.

“Need you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a wave of heat through your body. “Can I?”

The words sent your heart racing, anticipation bubbling within you as his hands roamed your body, his touch firm yet tender. He leaned down, his lips finding yours again as the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you tangled together in a haze of passion and desire.

His lips descended on yours with a fervent intensity, every kiss deeper, hungrier, as if he was trying to consume the very air you breathed. His hands explored your body without hesitation now, sliding up your thighs, over your waist, and under your shirt, his touch igniting sparks that left your skin tingling.

Your hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the sharp lines of his muscles as you tugged at his shirt. “Want you too.” you whispered, your voice breathless, daring him to take control.

He smiled, full of excitement, before leaning in to kiss your neck, his lips trailing fire down your skin. He nipped at the sensitive spot just below your ear, earning a soft gasp from you that made his grip on your hips tighten. The way his body pressed against yours left you painfully aware of his arousal, hard and insistent against your thigh. He copied your past intimate encounters quite well at that moment and you blessed his ability to learn so fast.

Crawlings large hands slipping under your shirt to push it higher, exposing your bare skin to the cool air. He paused for a moment, his expression now a mixture of lust and admiration. “You pretty.”

Before you could respond, his lips descended again, this time on your chest, his kisses hot and lingering as he worked his way lower. His fingers tugged at the waistband of your skirt and panties, his gaze flicking up to meet yours, silently asking for permission.

“Please,” you breathed, your voice trembling with need.

That was all he needed. In one swift motion, he rid you of the offending fabric, leaving you exposed and vulnerable beneath him. His eyes darkened further as he took in the sight of you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

His hands slid up your thighs, spreading them eagerly as his lips followed, his kisses trailing dangerously close to where you ached for him most. The anticipation was unbearable, every touch and movement sending waves of heat coursing through you until you were trembling beneath him.

His lips hovered over your most sensitive spot for just a moment, his warm breath teasing you before he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss there. Your body jolted at the sensation, a desperate moan slipping past your lips as your fingers instinctively tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer.

Crawling let out a low, satisfied whine, the vibration sending shivers through your entire body. His tongue followed, tracing languid, maddeningly slow patterns that left you trembling beneath him. He worked with precision, alternating between soft kisses and bold strokes, as if he wanted to unravel you completely. And he didn't waste a single drop of your precious juices.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, each wave of pleasure crashing over you more intensely than the last. You tugged at his hair, a silent plea for more, and he obliged, his movements growing bolder, more deliberate.

The heat coiling in your core grew unbearable, your body arching off the surface as you felt yourself teetering on the edge. “Crawling… please,” you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat.

He pulled back just enough to look up at you, his face filled with pride and desire. His lips curving into a wicked smirk. “Cute. You Cute. I like you cute.”

Before you could reply, his hands slid higher, his fingers finding their way to your clit that made you cry out his name. His lips returned to your skin, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses as he worked you over with an intensity that left you breathless. Your hands gripped at him desperately, your nails digging into his shoulders as you finally shattered, your release washing over you in waves. He didn’t let up, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were left trembling and utterly spent beneath him.

Crawling kissed his way back up your body, his lips brushing against your jaw before capturing yours in a deep, searing kiss. “Mine,” he whispered, his voice soft and full of affection as he cradled your face in his hands.

But the heat in his gaze hadn’t faded, and you could feel his arousal pressing insistently against you, a silent promise that this was far from over.

He hovered over you, his body pressing firmly against yours. The unspoken need lingered in his expression, a moment of tenderness breaking through the heat of the moment. You nodded, your hands sliding up to cup his face, pulling him down into a slow, passionate kiss, a contrast to his endless energy.

His lips moved against yours with a softness that belied the intensity of his need. Slowly, he reached between you, guiding himself to your entrance, his movements deliberate and careful. The first push was gentle, almost hesitant, as he entered you, stretching you in a way that left you gasping for air.

“You hurt?” he murmured worriedly against your lips, his voice laced with concern even as his breath came in ragged gasps. He stopped for a second, making sure you were okay, after he learned not to rush it from the first time you slept with him.

You nodded again, your nails digging into his back as you adjusted to the sensation, the overwhelming fullness that sent a shiver down your spine. “Perfect,” you whispered, your voice trembling but full of reassurance. “Do not stop.”

His body relaxed slightly at your words, and he began to move, slow and measured at first, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. His hands gripped your hips, anchoring you beneath him as he buried himself deeper with each movement.

The room filled with the sound of your mingled breaths and soft moans, the tension building between you like a fire that threatened to consume you both. His pace quickened, his control slipping as his own need took over. He kissed you fiercely, his lips trailing from your mouth to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your head spin.

“You feel good,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure as he drove into you with increasing urgency. Each thrust sent you closer to the edge, your body arching beneath him as the heat coiling in your core became unbearable.

Your name spilled from his lips like a prayer as his movements became erratic, his grip on you tightening as he chased his release. The feeling of him inside you, the way his body pressed against yours, was enough to send you spiraling over the edge again, your cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

Moments later, he followed, his body tensing as he buried himself deep within you, his release leaving him trembling as he coated your walls with his cum. He collapsed against you, his chest heaving as he held you close, his lips brushing against your temple in a tender gesture.

The intensity of the moment faded into a quiet intimacy, your bodies tangled together as you both caught your breath. Crawling pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his voice barely above a whisper as he said with a giggle. “I like you. You mine.”

You smiled, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back as you whispered back, “Me yours.”