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He sees a familiar face. || Mr. Crawling x GN!Reader
Warnings: spoilers for one of the endings, the reader is an assassin, some mentions of murder
Took inspiration from the members of Homicipher Unofficial (which u should definitely join, btw) (idk if they're ok with shoutouts so I'll just edit it later if they are)
SINCE the first day you introduced him to television, you left it on for him every day. It wouldn't do him any harm since he didn't seem to have any eyes, but he could still see bullshit from a mile away.
On one of the days, you checked on him while you tied down your target before he woke up to extract the information your client needed, and all of a sudden, he blurted out a loud "No!"
You raised your brows in confusion, only to see him smack his hand on the screen lightly. You squinted your eyes, taking a closer look at the screen, and barked out a laugh when you realised he was watching the scene in Titanic where Rose was on a piece of debris salvaged from the ship, while Jack was in the water.
You figured he shouted in frustration. Your laugh awoke your target, though, so you quickly hit him with the blunt of your crowbar on a special part of the head to make him fall asleep again.
That was a normal Sunday for you.
You went back home with another successful mission, jingling your keys and coming home to an expectant Mr. Crawling, happily greeting you once again.
What you didn't expect, however, was that he led you to the living room instead of the kitchen. Normally, he'd take you there to give you a washed, uncut fruit like an apple or grapes, peeking over the table with a smile to see if you liked it. That was his way of trying to feed you since you fed him.
No, that didn't happen. Instead, he took you to the TV and sat you down there.
"Look, look," he pointed at the TV, the language rolling off his ink black tongue. "Friend."
You glanced to the TV and flinched—why the hell were they showing Sadako? That rom-com show was supposed to be on.
"Er, did you switch channels, Mr. Crawling?" You muttered. He didn't respond as you tried to switch off the TV, but it wouldn't work.
"What is?" He pointed at your remote. You pressed at the off button again, but it didn't work. "Uhh, controls thing," you said, pointing ay the TV.
"Why?"
"I kill," you heard her say, and you flinched, looking up at the screen. I never knew they spoke the same language.
Wait.
She's leaving the screen.
You grabbed your crowbar, ready to swing, but Mr. Crawling grabbed your weapon. You yanked it away, the adrenaline causing your hesitance to go away, but you paused once Mr. Crawling leapt to stand—sit—between you and Sadako.
"Friend! Friend!" he chirped, his voice clearly expressing frantic wobbles.
You lowered your weapon.
"Friend," he said again. He turned around and placed his hands on Sadako's head, then shoved her back in.
"No kill," he said. "Me love they."
"You love they?"
"Love they many."
"They love you?"
.
.
.
"Understand. Farewell."
The static behind the TV disappeared, and Sadako only sat in what looked like an empty room or hallway.
You were about to turn off the TV until you saw a tall, white silhouette walk past the screen.
The humanoid man bent down, and your heart nearly exploded at the sight of your old acquaintance, Mr. Silvair.
"Hello!" You exclaimed. The white-haired man smiled. "Hello," he said. "See you again."
He turned his head to Mr. Crawling and waved. "See you again."
Mr. Crawling only stared with his non-existant eyes.
"I bring this one," he pointed at Sadako and pulled her away from the screen.
The screen went black.
"...you're... friends with Sadako."
Mr. Crawling turned around to look at you with a line on his face—the line being his mouth.
You titled your head. "Why upset?"
"They ask. You love me?" He gestured between you and him. He lowered his head, glancing to the side. "You don't say."
You paused.
"But I love you. Many."
"But you say to other," he pointed at the black screen. "'Hello'! Fast."
What?
Your confusion was probably obvious, since Mr. Crawling continued to explain.
"You don't say when friend ask you love me." His voice only got whinier, and his lips curled downward as he spoke. "You say fast when other came."
"I say hello to friend—" Oh.
He's saying you didn't say anything when Sadako asked if you loved him, and he's also comparing your response with how you spoke to Mr. Silvair.
You paused, and once a knowing smile crept onto your lips, Mr. Crawling's only began to tremble.
That was what made you stop from teasing.
"No, no," you waved your hands at him, dropping the crowbar to kneel in front of him. You took his head in your hands and messed around with his hair, rubbing back and forth. "I love you many! Love you many!"
He perked up, his adorable grin slowly coming back on his face. "Many?"
You nodded. "Many!"
"Kiss," he said.
He even leaned forward, closer to your face.
"Many kiss," he said.
You sighed.
Maybe introducing him to the TV was a bad idea.
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HOPE U LIKED THIS :3 kinda rushed bc I'm about to sleep again LMAO so mistakes MIGHT be spotted
haii ><,, i read your pampering fic w mr crawling and i js. UGH. IM SO IN LOVEEEE ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ do u do nsfw drabbles/fics 🤔 i read in ur rules you DO allow nsfw so,, could i request something nsfw abt a first time with him ><??
First Time.
context: First time with your pookie wookie bookie puppy bear.
Nsfw isn’t my strong suit but I have fun challenging myself, I do hope you enjoy this!
first time? ..confusing. And complicated. And clumsy. But oh.. does it feel so good.
It’s definitely a lot of build up over a couple months, like first soft pecks, then making out, slow and clumsy touches.
You have to guide his hands yourself until he gets the hang of it, but I think he’s a pretty quick learner. He’s def good with his hands (I actually think he says that in the game at some point) and his tongue.. (😜)
I’d say your on your bed making out, straddling his lap, your tongues in a heated battle with each other while his hand roams your body and his other hand is gently cupping your face. You’re starting to subtly grind against him, and he makes a chirping noise.
You can feel his erection against your thigh, and when you pull back to look at him, he’s smiling widely at you. He grabs you by the shoulders and switches your positions, pushing you down against the mattress while he hovers over you. He’s whining and chirping, rutting against your leg and wrapping his big arms around you, burying his face in to your chest. He’s so whiny and desperate for you, clawing at your clothes to try and get them off.
I saw someone say he’d be on the smaller side, but yall see how fucking tall that man is?? I def think he’s atleast 6 or 7 inches ..skinny, veiny, with a slight curve.
He’s chirping and making all sorts of noises when he finally sinks in to your wet heat, rutting so sloppily and clumsily. You jolt from how cold it is compared to your hot gummy walls, making you shiver. He has no idea really what he’s doing, but it just feels so good he can’t stop, can’t help himself. How you clench around him, how good it feels, its driving him insane. Burying his face in to your neck and wrapping his arms around you so tightly.
You can tell he’s getting close because he’s getting more vocal and his thrusts are getting even more sloppier (somehow), and you’re clawing at his back, whimpering and mewling. Your walls clench around him, milking his purple-tipped cock, cumming with a sharp cry. His hips stutter as you ride out your high, and he slips out of you, shooting his load on your tummy, rubbing his grey ectoplasm cum all over your soft skin, giggling maniacally.
After you clean yourselves up, you snuggle up to him, pulling the covers up around you both as he pats your head and you drift off to sleep on his arms.
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