“Heehee… It’s Like… You’re A Big Brother To Me.”

General Relationship Headcanons: Matthias Czernin x reader

This is the first time I ever written something like this and shout out to my friend who gave me the courage to write on tumblr.

Being in a relationship with Matthias, you would need to have patience with him due to the trust issues that stem from his trauma.

ꕥ Even with his shyness, he likes to hold your hand. It gives him a sense of comfort and giving soft squeezes is enough to make him smile and wash his worries away.

ꕥ Usually, puppeteers make their own puppets to perform with. Matthias would make puppet versions of you and himself to tell stories with. He would spend more time on your puppet than his to make you more beautiful/handsome. Pays attention to every detail of you, so if you see him staring at you it's because he wants to get everything detail correct.

ꕥ He knows how to sew and make you new clothes from time to time. Puts every thought into sewing and proudly shows off his new creations to you with bandaged hands from the number of times he poked himself with the sewing needle.

ꕥ Gift gives like a crow. Matthias finds a colorful or shiny rock and gives it to you. Please ask him why he gave you the small trinket, it would make his day to explain his love for you in a form of a rock.

ꕥ Words of affirmation! Hearing compliments and words of affirmation will make him melt. He's already nervous and happy to be around you. He loves your company even if you two are together in silence. A simple "I love it when you.." or "I love you" will make his heart skip a beat, multiple beats.

ꕥ Matthias loves you very much and is grateful that you're so patient and stay by his side. You have him absolutely smitten.

prank gone wrong w/ childe

based on a tiktok audio!

HE FUCKING THAT SHIT UPPPPPPP

angsty victor and andrew ( speerate plz ) headcanons

A/N: For frick’s sake I’m not that good with angst but I guess every experience is worth it?

CW:Mentions of death.

General Victor & Andrew Angst H/C’s

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💌Victor Grantz💌

• Victor actually doesn’t want to win the alleged prize promised at the manor.

• Winning the prize would mean he would get set free which also means that his boss and their men could come after him again.

• After being involved in an crime organization, Victor grew to hate violence as a whole.

• He tries to keep the peace within the manor.

• Wick is dangerously close to becoming his emotional support animal.

• Even going to the next room without Wick at his side makes him anxious.

• Basically the punching bag of the manor.

• Will do everything in his power to avoid conflict with others because he wants to get it through their thick skulls that in order to succeed in this manor, you need to work good as a team.

• Absolutely throbbing with intense emotions constantly but you would never know.

🌺Andrew Kreiss🌺

• One of the hcs that I have for Andrew is that when his mother eventually passed, he took the locket she had around her neck and placed it around his own.

• Inside is one of the only if not the only picture they have together.

• (It’s a picture of her holding Andrew when he was a baby)

• Now, he never goes anywhere without the necklace as it is discretely tucked inside of his coat.

• If he can’t find it, he will stop absolutely whatever he was doing to find it.

• Contrary to what some may believe given his past, Andrew hates violence.

• Even if it’s just a snide comment about his appearance, he takes it to heart without even realizing.

• From all of the years of being harassed, his self-confidence is below dirt.

• It’s to the point where he will lock himself inside of his room because he feels like everyone is watching him and judging him.

• He won’t even go to the bathroom to shower or groom himself in any way besides taking care of his basic needs.

• And even then, he wouldn’t even dare to glance at the mirror.

• Andrew has a diary as well.

• The things that he writes in his diary aren’t very coherent, if anyone but Andrew were to read them, they wouldn’t make a lot of sense at all.

• They can make out a few words like “monster” and “burden” scribbled over and over.

Note: Thank you to @w-0-r-n-n for helping me with this request!!

Yandere!Grave Keeper x Reader || Identity V ♡

tw: Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, implied violence, mention of injuries

Andrew is very used to scrutiny, disgust and contempt from other people. He was never accepted by others and always felt out of place, so it is no surprise to him that his life in the manor is exactly the same. But Andrew doesn't exactly blame the other survivors, after all, he dislikes himself all the same, a white-haired monster, as they call him.

Due to this, it would be enough for you to show genuine kindness and respect towards him for Andrew to become enamored with you. He is absolutely overwhelmed by something as small as you holding open a door for him, or inviting him to sit next to you at a table while eating. Not to mention, if you were to smile at him while greeting him in the morning, he would melt away completely.

To him, you're an angel. A gift. His chance at redemption. You're so kind-hearted, so empathetic, so pure and perfect. If he can protect you and make sure you stay safe, then all of his prior sins can be forgiven.

He doesn't even try to hide his newfound conviction. Andrew stalks you without even trying to blend into the environment, from now on you can be sure that there's always a watchful pair of eyes looking your way. It's almost like he is your shadow. Even if you tell him to stop, he won't. Should you hate him from now on, so be it, your safety is more important than anything else.

He doesn't see himself worthy of your presence anyways, infact, he thinks of himself as below you. In comparison to you, he's disgusting and vile, like vermin.

Andrew fights tooth and nail to keep you from being hurt in matches. He can take broken rips, bruises, cuts and even more grievous injuries if it means you're unharmed. This man would quite literally die for you if it was needed. Adding to this, he won't ever leave a match without you, and if he sees another survivor being extremely selfish or letting you down, they're sure to receive the full extent of his anger. You would never let anyone down. How could they?

If you allow him near you, despite how unusual he seems to act, he is overjoyed. He can't believe how lucky he is. He carefully listens to everything you say and if you ask him about his life and show genuine interest in him, you'll bring him close to crying tears of joy.

Andrew isn't the type to get violent out of jealousy. He gets extremely jealous, yes, but he condemns himself for it and tries to hide the feeling. It is definitely noticeable, though. The sour stares full of malice that he gives other survivors when they take up your time, how his eyes darken when you leave to spend time with someone else. Truth be told, Andrew looks very intimidating when he is jealous. That alone will probably make other survivors weary of occupying your attention for too long. Andrew would never admit this, but secretly, he is happy about it.

If you ever get seriously hurt during a match, it will unsettle him deeply, even if Emily does her best at patching you up and you end up recovering. It's not unlikely that this will cause Andrew to kidnap you and keep you somewhere safe. Somewhere you won't get hurt ever again. You can try to fight back, but Andrew won't budge. There's a good chance he will overpower you, too. After all, before he came to the manor, he made a living by lifting caskets and digging holes.

Andrew would be a gentle captor. Aside from not letting you leave, he wouldn't ever do anything you're uncomfortable with, and he'll even leave you alone if you want that. He hates to see you angry or sad, especially if you're crying. He will be especially distressed if you try to get him to let you go by hitting, scratching or biting him. Not because it hurts him, no, he can barely feel it, he is used to this kind of treatment by others after all. Andrew just hates to see you unhappy.

You're probably stuck with him for a long time, no matter what you do. Andrew doesn't care whether you hate or love him, because he loves you deeply, so so deeply. If you're upset, he'll hush you with soft words and brush through your hair with his fingers until you've calmed down. If you accept him, he'll be the happiest man on earth, and even if you don't, Andrew will protect you for as long as he can, in his own, special way.

he is the cutest

here's the nikolai art that i slowly worked on every time i wanted to procrastinate on an exam close-ups + template!! ↓

YESYESYESYES

TRASH SUGAR MAGIC

➛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2: ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

➛ nikolai gogol x fem!reader

➛ cw: mature content, dark content, suggestive, kidnapping, daddy issues, manhandling | words: 5.5k

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It was the most comfortable sleep you have ever got.

When you wake up, you find yourself on a stranger's bed, with your ankles bound to the footboard and your hands tied together. You squirm but it only gets you so far—the man who tied you up did it so tightly that you find it hurt to even move your arms.

You give up and you return to lie down on the bed. The mattress feels a bit rough—probably because it has been used for a very long time. The pillow feels nice though—the owner must have regularly puffed it so it will not sag or pressed down. You roll your head to the side and your nose catches a sweet musky scent on the pillow.

Masculine.

You look around the room. There is no door. The place is worn out but well-kept at the very least. Your house is better looking than this. But this place feels more secure and peaceful than what you call a home.

You wonder if your father is concerned about your whereabouts. You remember leaving the house in the evening to get to work and it has been over twelve hours since you are home. Does he care? Does he think about you as well?

Deep down, you know that thinking about your father caring about you is just a mere cheap fantasy. It has always been that way.

Your mother passed away when you were younger, and you were left with your deadbeat dad. Both of you were and are still struggling with money. You have been working low-paid jobs to support mainly yourself because your father is only selfish to himself.

You remember the moment he got some loan from weird people to build a business. Time is rough and luck is not on his side—his business was better dead than keeping it going. The debt he got himself into was for nothing—because he made more debt to himself when he left that business.

He spiralled down—becoming an avid alcoholic gambler. His worth as a father went down the drain the moment he stole your money from your old piggy bank. You never mention it to him though, pretending that you lost your money in the street.

You do not want to get hit. Bottling up enough makes you spiral down too—becoming less of a daughter, just a servant, another piece of money-bringer for him to leech off.

So you know he would be less concerned about you—especially when you are aware very much of the fact that you are one of his burdens.

You sit up on the bed. You wince, the rope and the ribbon are threatening to tear your skin. You adjust your sitting position as you are currently wearing a dress—it already rides up your thighs which are covered with white stockings. These clothes are rented from the bar—since you can barely afford such cute clothes for yourself.

“Oh, shit!”

You look to the entrance, not realizing a man is standing there, flinching at your sight. You narrow your eyes, remembering his figure and face.

The last thing you see is a sight of tall pale man, with his hair as white as the snow falling from the night winter sky.

Never have you seen such a beautiful man—he is wearing a white shirt beneath a black leather jacket. His pants fit his long legs. His dishevelled hair is braided with a small red pompom. His eyes are mismatched—one emerald and another pale lilac. His figure is tall and toned—he looks strong. You are not surprised since you remember how easily he dragged you to go with him last night.

“Hello...” you say awkwardly and you notice how baffled he is. It is almost endearing—you are sure that this man is much older than you but he looks like he is still in his prime. Perhaps this is his prime.

You know you are being kidnapped right now—but for some reason, the fear you had last night already dissipated when the sleep you got was just too comfortable. You have been living in this area for a few years already. It is a small community, so you thought you had met every possible man in this suburban town. But he is a rare face.

“Do you realize the situation you are in right now?” He asks as he grabs your seized wrists. You flinch at his roughness but you do not pull away. Your arms are already straining and your hands are going numb.

“I asked you a question, girl.” He says. You glance at him. Your name is not just 'girl'. You have a name. Does he not know?

“M-My name is—”

“I already know your name.”

“Oh...”

Well, what were you thinking? He kidnapped you. Of course he already knows about you. You feel a flutter in your heart—knowing that someone takes the effort to get to know you. You wonder what else does he know about you—it feels a bit exciting to play such riddles.

“Hey, if you're trying to play nice just to get on my good side, drop it. I know how to detect a liar, alright? Drop it.” The man says before he nudges your head harshly with his index finger. You almost let out a small whimper as you bring your hands to cover yourself from his finger.

“I-I didn't mean it...” You weakly say, closing your eyes as he keeps poking you.

“Hey, hey, don't look away,” He grabs your jaw and you hiss when he turns your face roughly towards him. Your eyes meet his. Breath hitches when you realize how close he is to you now. “You're in my house now, so we have to establish some rules until you get out of here.”

Get out of here?

You blink confusedly. Did he kidnap you... because of other people? Did he not kidnap you for himself? Did he not take you here because he wants you to stay with him?

“O-Oh, I'm not staying...?” Your lips mutter. You really do think that he kidnapped you because he wanted you—in that way. You feel the glass of hope slowly cracking apart when you learn that this is not the case.

Suddenly he shakes your head, causing you to whimper at his rough handling. “Of course you're not staying. Who the fuck you think you are?”

“I-I thought—”

I thought you wanted to be with me.

“Well, clearly you don't think smart enough.”

When he shoves you away, you whine. You rub your face with the back of your hands, feeling how warm your skin feels. The trace of his touches on your face is still lingering—and it only feeds to your longing.

But it makes you think again. If he kidnapped you, not because he likes you or anything of the sort, what could it be? Does he have a dispute with you? Or people you know? Your senior in the bar? Your manager? Your customers?

“Is it... because of my father?”

“Smart girl! So you can think after all!” He claps his hand, and although there is clear mockery in his voice, you feel a heavy tug in your stomach when he calls you a smart girl. Is that a genuine praise? If so, you want to hear that again.

“Why, yes, that's exactly why. I think you can catch what's up with your dad already, right? If you want to blame anyone, blame him. I'm just a courier.”

You look at him—oh, poor dude. Seeing how he is confident that he will get what he wants from your father makes you pity him. Your father is far from being caring about you.

“I don't think this... will work to get to my father though...”

“Okay? And I don't care. You'll be given to the loansharks very soon and that's it for me.”

Your lips part open when you finally connect the dots. You stare at him—so he is working with the loan sharks your father is indebted to. They must have wanted to use you as a hostage to get your father to pay his mountain of debt. If they go as far as to kidnap you, then your father must have angered them—well, you do expect that he will get in trouble. After all, both of you moved to this suburban area so he would not get tracked easily. He wanted to run away from his problem, and now you have to pay the price for being a hostage.

Huh, that is sad.

You observe your kidnapper—his skin is porcelain smooth, despite the dark circle under his eyes and the scar slit through his left eye. His flaws make him look flawless. You do not really want to leave this place just yet and return to your father shall he ever get his sympathy back and pay his debt for your sake.

You shift uncomfortably, your thighs are clenching. It has been a while since you are in this condition. “Can I go to the toilet?” You ask softly.

“What a good girl, huh? Asking permission to go shit.”

“D-Don't say nasty things like that.” You pout—feeling a bit embarrassed at his vulgarity.

“And who the fuck do you think you are to police my tone, huh?” He grunts before he unties the rope around your ankles. You move your foot but then he grips your ankle, hard. “Don't think of kicking or attacking me. You're not that strong, girlie.” You swallow nervously and nod. You actually do not plan to fight him—you know you will lose either way. You look at your legs and then him and then your wrists.

You bring your wrists close to him, wanting him to untie it. You realize the familiar ribbon around your wrists—no wonder you feel like something is missing from your hair. The man silently untie your wrists and you let out a quiet breath of relief. Your hands are indeed numb and strained. You want to stretch your arms but before you have the chance to do so, he already yanks you to get up from the bed.

Your footings are unstable, especially when you were just freed. You keep stumbling upon your pace, constantly bumping against his chest as he drags you out of the room. He is too rough—too stern. Yet you wish to stay longer in his embrace. He looks messy but he feels nice and warm.

“Make it quick.” He says before he pushes you into the bathroom. You look around the bathroom. It is a small space. It is enough to accommodate a sink with a cabinet full of personal hygiene things, a toilet bowl with a bidet right beside it and a curtain separating the shower area.

You hear the door creaking close and you remember you need to say something to him. You quickly hold the door before he closes it. Your eyes meet his again—his eyes are just mesmerising to gaze at and you know you would never tire of looking at them.

Shyly, you say, “T-Thank you for... letting me sleep on your bed... It was the most comfortable sleep I've ever had.”

You close the door before your embarrassment makes itself more obvious. You lock the door and take off your cardigan. You face the mirror, eyes wandering over your figure. The neckline of your dress is getting lower, you realize. It shows half of your cleavage already. There is a small tear on the dress too.

“You're too rough, sir...” you whisper to yourself.

— ♡

As soon as you got out of the bathroom, your kidnapper once again tied your wrists together with a rope—this time it was not too tight that it hurt you. He brought you to the living room and sat you on the couch before he tied the other end of the rope to the couch leg.

“Don't you dare turn around. Just stare ahead. Or else...” He threatened you, tugging down the skin right under your eye. After you nodded, he left you alone in the living room and you obediently stared straight ahead.

It has been fifteen minutes now and you can hear the sound of water rushing coming from the bathroom. You figure he is getting a shower now. You sit silently, just as you are told. There is a television but you see how old it is—it is most likely not functioning.

You look around the house—eyeing every spot possible. The couch is far from comfortable and you feel slightly bad that the man has to sleep here a whole night.

You still do not know his name...

The sound of the door creaking surprises you. You instinctively turn around and your eyes widen when you see your kidnapper stepping out of the bathroom with a piece of towel hanging around his waist. His body is toned and some parts are covered with tattoos of abstract wings and birds. His hair is wet and unexpectedly longer than you thought.

“I told you to not turn around, didn't I?” He says, monotonously. You immediately turn ahead, but you hear his footsteps approaching. Your heart is beating faster when you can smell his fresh-out-of-shower scent—so nice. His heat is looming right beside you and your head is still stubborn enough to twist slightly.

But not before he grabs your jaw again, holding your head straight.

“Naughty girl. What's so hard about listening to me? You are an escort. Have you never seen a half-naked man or something?” He says, once again his tone is clearly belittling you. You glance to your side, only manage to have a peek at his tattooed ribs. He snorts and lets go of your face. “Sit there nice. If someone's knocking on the door, ignore it.” He says before he turns around to leave.

However, you quickly grab his arm and you feel the fluster increasing, crawling up to your chest when you get a good look at his figure. He grunts, rolling his eyes but he does not say anything or mock you.

He nudges his head as if he is giving you permission to say what you want to him.

You purse your lips, nervous. “I... What's your name?”

“Stop being an idiot. I won't tell you.”

“Please?”

You see him taking a deep breath, rubbing his face with his palm. The droplets of water are dripping from his wet hair onto his body. He is silent for a moment, but his eyes are wandering at you—as if he is trying to find something behind your eyes.

“Please?” you repeat again, sweetly, softly.

He sighs loudly. “Nikolai.”

Nikolai.

Nikolai...

“Nikolai... Okay, okay.” You mutter his name—the way the syllables of his name roll out your tongue feels pleasant.

“Now let go of my arm.”

You blink profusely and look at your bound hands clutching his arm—he could very well yank his arm away from you, but he is asking nicely. You hold back a smile and let go of him. You turn around and your hands are rubbing against your warm face.

He is so nice...

You stay in your position for ten more minutes before Nikolai leaves the room. He sits next to you, fiddling with his phone, texting someone. You only sit there quietly, stealing glances at him. He is wearing a pair of navy blue jeans with a black shirt. A towel is draped over his shoulder, layering beneath his wet hair so it will not dampen his shirt.

You look down at yourself—you have not showered yet. There are no clothes for you and you certainly need a pair of new underwear. You want to bring it up to Nikolai, but seeing his serious face, you swallow your questions away.

The door is suddenly knocked, with an excited voice calling “Kolyushka, Kolyushka! Open the door! I have come, my friend!”

Nikolai does not say anything. He stands and gets to the door, opening it. You turn to look and you see a man with slightly long dark brown hair and a thin moustache and chin beard entering the house. He is wearing a worn-out puffer jacket and he waddles excitedly towards you.

“Oho, she's cute!” He says before he crouches right next to you. “Hi! I'm Viktor. What's your name?”

You anxiously answer him, finding your voice to be hoarse somewhat. Viktor coos in adoration and pinches your cheek, causing you to whine at his rough touch.

“Vik, Vik. Don't do that. She's valuable.” Nikolai says, tugging Viktor's shirt. Viktor grins and lets go of you before he plops himself onto the floor, sitting cross-legged. Nikolai sits back next to you.

“So?” He asks Viktor.

“So what?”

“This girl. What should we do?”

You are not sure if you should even listen to this conversation, but guess you are. Their laid-back attitude towards secrecy seems to indicate that they do not really have a bigger role in your abduction other than abducting you.

“Yeah, so... So I got in contact with the loan sharks and they actually did not expect that the job would be done so quickly. They thought you would take time to get the girl, so they also take time to find her father.” Viktor says before he looks at you. “Your father is a man of hiding, sweetheart.”

“You're saying they don't even prepare to find her dad before they commission us to kidnap her?” Nikolai sighs. “Why commit crimes when you are not that efficient? What the hell do they think when they want to threaten a man that they don't even bother to seek first?” He rolls his eyes, leaning back to the uncomfortable couch.

“Beats me, dude. That's what they said. I guess her father is one of their rarest victims who actually managed to get away from them for years, which is why they're struggling a bit. Besides, this country is fucking huge.” Viktor replies. “You are not originally from this place either, are you? You moved here.” He says to you and you nod slowly. Nikolai hums and suddenly sits straight. He holds your arm, grabbing your attention.

“Hey, tell us where's your dad.”

Both you and Viktor blink confusedly.

“If you tell us your father's whereabouts—his workplace or house, Viktor can tell that to the loan sharks so they can find him immediately. The faster they find him, the faster you'll be free. You wanna go home, yea?”

“Oh, yeah! You're right, dude! How did I not think of that?”

“Because you're equally stupid like those loan sharks.”

“Hey!”

Your throat feels dry. Tell them your father's whereabouts? You do not really care about the deal between your father and the loan sharks—it is all his fault for borrowing money from obviously bad people. Not only that, even after he borrowed the money, he stole yours.

Greed brings the worst out of anyone.

You are not sure if you want to go home. Is it even a home in the first place? A home should make you feel safer. Comfortable. However, when your mother passed away, she also took home with her to death.

You are left with two options now—if you tell them your father's whereabouts, you will leave this place sooner. The loan sharks will get your father and they will also take you away from Nikolai.

But if I don't tell them...

“Oi, tell us. Where's your dad?” Nikolai asks, shaking your arm. But you only stare at him, pressing your lips tightly shut.

“Not gonna tell, huh? You want us to force it out from you?” Viktor says with a grin. “Why? Do you not want to go home with your dear old dad? Are you afraid they're gonna hurt him? Well, if that isn't the consequences of his own actions.” He laughs, looking at you with amusement.

“I... I think kidnapping me is a mistake.”

“Haha! What the fuck?” Viktor's laugh is even louder, he even slaps his thigh. Nikolai, however, is only looking at you silently. You frown—disliking Viktor's loud attitude, so you turn to Nikolai, reaching for his hand. Why can't this Viktor guy be as calm as Nikolai?

“Can you listen to me, please? Alone?” You ask, voice sweet. Nikolai looks surprised when you touch him—evident by how his eyes are wavering from your face to his hand. He seems to be taken aback by your suggestion.

“You're begging at the wrong person, girl.”

“Please.”

Nikolai sighs and he pulls away his hand from you, causing your touch to drop onto his thigh instead. He swallows nervously before he gestures to Viktor to go away, to get to the kitchen or to wait outside. Viktor giggles before he gets up and taps Nikolai's back, leaving both of you alone. He gets to Nikolai's room and you hear a creak before a faint scent of tobacco tickles your nose.

“Hey, look here,” Nikolai says and you turn to him. “You've been weird for a while now. You know, you aren't the first person I kidnapped for money, but...” Nikolai rubs his lips, gazing at your face.

“Why are you so calm about this? Do you realize that you are in danger?”

His question somehow tugs a curiosity in you as well—Come to think of it, you have been calm for a long while now. You were scared and terrified for your life, sure, when you were dragged into his car last night. But now, you find it easier to breathe.

It is approaching noon, and usually, at this time, you are forced to cook something for your father—while he is lazying around the house, basking in alcohol and garbage. Your life is not yours during the day—only when you go to work, you can feel that you are at least living for yourself. Though, your work does require you to tend to others' needs—so is your life even yours during the night?

Have you ever lived for yourself?

“My father is a horrible man.”

“M'kay?”

“He... Uhm... How do I say this...” You fiddle with your fingers—your hands are still resting on his thigh. “We moved here, across the country, because he wanted to run away from the loan sharks... He keeps telling me that... I'm the sole reason he's in debt and it would be better if I'm gone, like my mother.”

“I-I mean, he's not wrong... I have needs and wants and... that's why I work. But he occasionally steals my money too...” You take a deep breath before looking up at him. “I have a feeling that once he knows he is being hunted again, he will just leave me here and run away again by himself.”

“You're saying that you being a hostage won't work because he won't demand you back?” Nikolai asks and you nod fast.

“I-If he cares that I'm gone... there would be a police report, right?”

Nikolai snorts, poking your head again. “Dummy, such reports about missing people can be done at least after twenty-four hours of disappearance. You still have more than twelve hours with us.”

“Does that mean I'm staying?” You are too quick to ask that. Nikolai suddenly brings his face close to you. His irises are wildly searching for yours and you almost yelp on how close he is. Your face is heating up and your heart is thumping so fast—you fear you cannot breathe properly.

“You don't want to go home, do ya?”

“Uhm...”

“Well, too bad I'm not that nice.” Nikolai snorts scornfully before he gets up, turning in the direction of his room as if he wants to see Viktor. Before he could walk away, you scramble towards him, clawing at his shirt.

“C-Can't you—”

“No, I can't. Unfortunately, little doll, I'm not a babysitter and you are only going to be my liability the longer you are in my fucking house.” Nikolai grabs your hands and pulls them away from his shirt. “I have a more important agenda than taking care of you. Now, sit there quietly and let adults talk.”

“I'm an adult.”

“Then be mature.”

He leaves you alone and your lips quiver—for once after a while, heaviness clouds your chest.

— ♡

“That's what she said...”

Nikolai says to Viktor, with a slow voice as he does not want you to listen. He told Viktor about how your father would probably not demand you back, but he did omit the part where he asked you about you not wanting to go home. Viktor should only know the necessary.

“So, her daddy doesn't want her back, huh?” Viktor sighs as he takes a long inhale of his cigarette before huffing the smoke out. “I'm gonna tell that to the loan sharks. You keep her here—”

“Fuck no. I did my job. I only have to kidnap her, no? Let's just give her to them and we are done.” Nikolai protests, almost pouting as he waves away the smoke hazing his face.

“The loan sharks are not going to retrieve her in one day, Kolyushka. The girl told you that she moved here, didn't she? The place where the debt happened was not here, but rather somewhere she had lived before... And I figured it might be somewhere so far away—Since her daddy ran away to hide. You won't go to the nearby region if you really want to run away from your potential murderers, right?” Viktor says with a smirk before he presses the cigarette butt onto the railing and tosses it outside.

“Why me, though? Why not you and Nastasya?” Nikolai asks, referring to Viktor's girlfriend. Viktor cringes and shakes his head quickly.

“You know how jealous my dear Nastyushka is...” Viktor grumbles.

“Who told you to stick your dick in crazy?”

“Well, if I didn't stick my dick in crazy, I would've been the babysitter now, wouldn't I?” Viktor retorts back with a teasing laugh. He once again taps Nikolai's shoulder. “I don't want this work to prolong any longer, but what can we do? So for now, you take care of her while I'm dealing stuff with the loan sharks, alright? Here, here.”

Viktor takes out several crumpled cash notes before he forces them into Nikolai's hand. He grins. “Treat yourself. And I know you want to negotiate our ratio for the payment for this job... Err... I take thirty, you take seventy. Yeah? Good, good?”

“No. Eighty.”

“A'right, fair enough.” Viktor throws his hands in the air, defeated. He turns to leave but halts his steps and looks back at Nikolai with a smile.

“I think she likes you.”

“Bullshit.”

“Nah, you know I'm not bullshitting. That gaze she has on you is the same one as Nastyushka's when she's between my legs.”

Nikolai huffs, shoving Viktor. “Get out.”

“Geez, you are getting colder and rougher after prison, huh? Kinda miss my old chaotic Kolyushka.” Viktor cackles before he walks out. Nikolai sees him waving at you and you kindly return his wave with your tied hands. He hears Viktor saying something to you but he cannot catch it. Nikolai huffs and stares out the window. He cannot believe he is stuck with his victim, just because of his clients' carelessness.

He closes his eyes, brushing his hair back. Well, at least Viktor promised to give him a bigger ratio for the payment later. That fact alone is enough to solace him.

A creak suddenly surprises him. Nikolai turns to the entrance of his room and immediately walks out, only to see that you are already standing with the rope connecting your wrists and the couch leg stretched apart—as if you are trying to move away.

Without a second thought, Nikolai rushes to you, wrapping his arm around your fragile body, and tightening his hold around you. One arm around your torso and his other hand grips your jaw. You gasp but do not struggle against him. In fact, you look surprised.

“What are you trying to do, huh? You're not going anywhere, ya hear me?” He says harshly. You try to move your head, to look at him as he completely engulfs you in his embrace, but he holds you so tightly that you are only squirming against his body.

“Hey.”

“N-Nikolai...”

Your sweet voice once again halts his tendency to cruelty. Nikolai purses his lips, breath hitching. He looks at you, gazing into your eyes. You open your mouth, trying to speak amidst his rough hold on you. His thumb accidentally slips downward, brushing lightly against your lower lip.

“I'm hungry.”

“Wha—?”

“I haven't eaten since yesterday.”

Nikolai is taken aback—this girl made such a fuss only to complain that she's hungry. He already dislikes that he has to take care of you and he knows he could not let you die and rot yet, as the payment is still not given to him. Your value is still there as long as the loan sharks are actively seeking your father.

“Fine.” Nikolai pushes you to sit back on the couch and leaves to the kitchen. He checks the cabinet and the fridge but he only has bottles and cans of alcohol and carbonated sodas, some biscuits and chips. It is certainly not going to be fulfilling for both of you, because he also has not eaten any breakfast yet.

He has not done grocery shopping in forever. Usually, that is not his concern—but now he has another guest in his house for however long Viktor wants. He wonders if he should even go out with you, as he does not want you to leave his sight, in fear that there is a hidden rebellion in you.

He cannot trust people anymore.

“Hey,” Nikolai calls you and he slips out a knife from his pocket. He cuts the rope to release you and you instinctively wiggle your wrists, attempting to get rid of the strain on your hands. You look at him, confused. And he already figures out what you want to ask. “We are going out. I have nothing to feed both of us. But you ain't leaving my side. I know where and how to find you.”

“I won't leave you.”

“Well... Thanks..? Idiot.”

He drags you to his room and opens his old wooden closet. He takes out a black puffer coat. It is his size, so it certainly looks bigger on you.

“Are we sharing clothes?” You ask, your lips are curving asmile. Nikolai taps your temple with his knuckle, silently calling you an 'idiot' again.

“You are borrowing my thing. The weather is colder today and I'm not letting you freeze to death until I get my money.” He says. “Take off your cardigan.” You obey quietly, taking off your white cardigan. The baby blue dress is already looking loose and Nikolai has been noticing how you keep pulling back your neckline so it would not droop too low.

His desire gets the best of him for a short moment when his eyes trail down on your skin, leering longer on your chest. He takes a deep breath and averts his gaze when you almost notice him staring. “For fuck's sake.” He says as he puts the puffer coat on you. He zips it up until the collar covers half of your lower face. It is indeed bigger on you, as the end of the coat reaches your knees.

“It's very warm and comfy...” You say softly, hugging yourself as you smile at him—though it is hidden behind the collar. “I like it.”

“Your cheapskate daddy never buys you a coat?” Nikolai asks, snarkily as he gets his own jacket to wear.

“Never.”

His hand stops and he glances at you. You seem to not mind about the fact nor do you realize his curiousity. You proceed to say, “When it's cold, I layer my mother's clothes and mine. And... And the bar has heaters, so I sometimes sleep there.”

“Your manager is nice,” Nikolai replies, nonchalantly.

“Mmm... Not really. He is sting with bills, so I work overtime unpaid if I want to sleep there for heat.” You reply as your body sways side to side and Nikolai would admit that you do look adorable being enveloped by a big coat—like a penguin.

“Why are you telling me this stuff? It's been less than twenty-four hours and I already know a lot of unnecessary info about you.” Nikolai grunts as he reaches for a hair tie and starts braiding his hair nimbly. There is only one mirror in the house and that is in the bathroom. But braiding hair has been his primordial skill—he can do it with his eyes closed.

“I thought you wanted to know more about me.” You reply “I like talking to you. I like talking about myself.” You beam.

“That happens when you have to listen to old people's fuckery every night.” He says before he grabs a gun from his folded white overcoat in the bottom drawer. He hears your small gasp of shock when you see the weapon. Nikolai smirks and presses the gun right on your chest.

“I hope you are aware that I'm just tolerating you. Once you're gone, you're nothing more to me.”

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⊱ Mr. Crawling and Mr. Silvair ⊰ || NSFW Alphabet (A-Z) Headcanons

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Character(s): Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair (Homicipher/文字化化, Separate) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns, No Sex-Specific Genitalia is Mentioned but it was Written with an AFAB Reader in Mind) Warning(s): 18+ Content, Virgin Asexual Author, Cum Eating, Facials, Minor Objectification, Cuckoldry, Mutual Masturbation, Face-fucking, Sexual Fantasies, Tickling, Praise/Degradation Kink, Breeding Kink/Creampies, BDSM, Overstimulation, Orgasm Control/Denial, Dumbification, Dacryphilia, Hair-pulling, Light Impact Play, Light Breathplay, Implied Cunnilingus/Blowjobs, Cock Warming, Mention/Discussion of Sex Toys… If I missed anything, please let me know! Genre: Headcanons, Smut (Minors Do Not Interact), Fluff Word Count: 7,200 words Request: “Hi!! I love your homicipher fics! Have you thought about writing nsfw hcs? Specifically for Mr. Crawling and Silvair? I hope your night / day is going well! :)” Author’s Note: I’m still very much working on getting better at writing spicier content, and I had no clue how to start writing these kinds of headcanons from scratch, so I went ahead and just filled out the NSFW Alphabet for both Mr. Crawling and Mr. Silvair as a jumping off point! It’s definitely interesting to think about how both of these characters would be in a sexually intimate setting, especially since – at least in my mind – they’d be quite different from each other in a variety of aspects even if they did have some overlap on a few of the points. I did my best to keep each of their headcanons at a similar word length (which was kind of hard to do with my Mr. Crawling bias, but I think I accomplished it haha). Anyway, I hope you enjoy these headcanons! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

👣: Mr. Crawling is immensely clingy after having sex, holding onto you and pretty much refusing to let go as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck or your hair. While he doesn’t want to get up from the bed or leave after the two of you have been intimate, if you’re hungry or thirsty or if you want to go take a bath, he’s happy to go fetch you something to restore your energy or help you to the bathroom to clean up. He’s quite good at aftercare, even if he doesn’t realize what he’s doing counts as it. Mr. Crawling just likes making you feel good, and he wants to keep you safe and happy! His favorite thing to do is help you bathe; he enjoys the way the warm water feels on his skin while he washes your back for you. 

💉: Mr. Silvair isn’t too affectionate after the two of you are intimate, but he’ll check up on you and ask if you need him to get you anything. If your wrists were rubbed raw from the restraints he had placed on you, he would make sure to carefully wrap gauze around your irritated skin. If you were thirsty or hungry, he would locate something safe for you to consume to get your strength back up. If you feel sticky or gross afterward, he’ll carefully wipe your body with a wet cloth to make sure you are clean and comfortable. He lets you sleep and typically goes about his own business. Sometimes, though, Mr. Silvair finds himself watching over you to make sure you’re breathing steadily, carefully combing his fingers through your hair. 

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

👣: Mr. Crawling doesn’t have a favorite part of your body since he honestly enjoys every aspect of you but, if he had to choose, he loves your hands. He knows that they can hurt people and cause a lot of pain, but he loves the way they feel when you cup his face to softly caress it or whenever you thread your fingers through his hair. For himself, Mr. Crawling loves his hair the most (I know it’s not technically a body part, but I think it makes the most sense for him); he pretty much melts whenever you play with it, and his head is quite sensitive, so he blue screens whenever you pull at his hair or rake your nails across his scalp. I also feel like Mr. Crawling would be proud of his arms since they’re fairly toned considering they’re his primary means of getting around. Because of his impressive strength, despite what his thinner frame may portray, he’s able to hold you up and move you around with relative ease (he 100% can manhandle you, but only will if you’re cool with it). 

💉: Mr. Silvair finds every aspect of your body fascinating, and he could probably explain why each part of you was interesting from a medical perspective or that everything was pleasant to look at in one way or another. If he had to pick a favorite part of your body, though, he would have to say it’s your head (I know, kind of weird, but he does appreciate your intelligence and, well… Ending 06 is my other piece of reasoning haha). Specifically, though, he likes your mouth. He enjoys being able to hold your head in place while your jaw hangs open, all while he just goes to town while you drool and choke around his cock. Don’t worry, though – he’ll find some remedy to lessen the soreness you feel in your throat afterward. For himself, he’s quite proud of his hands. Mr. Silvair is skilled at many things, and being able to make you come undone with his fingers alone makes him feel a sense of power (plus, you called them pretty once, and it made him feel good). 

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

👣: Mr. Crawling gets extremely flustered whenever he sees his cum on any part of your body, from your hair to your face to your stomach. The sight of it alone on your skin makes his brain short-circuit and body flare up – it only makes him want to touch you even more. He likes being able to clean you up, too, leaning forward before he runs his tongue along your body or face, making sure there wasn’t a single drop of his cum left on you (even if now it meant you were covered in saliva…). He doesn’t mind tasting himself, but it most certainly doesn’t compare to your flavor. 

💉: I probably need to ask you to stay with me on this one, but I think Mr. Silvair would probably keep your cum stored away in a sample tube or something along those lines, having a desire to run tests on it to see what he could create. Views your cum as a valuable resource in his research...yay? Maybe he could even use your release to invent some kind of lubricant since that’s not easily accessible in the other world and make having sex much more streamlined… or he just keeps it around to show you later and see your reaction to the fact he keeps your cum stored away in his laboratory to tease you. 

D: Dirty Secret

👣: The thought of taking you in public, in a space where no one but you could see him, makes his mind race and his body feel like it was on fire – this man can act like a feral dog sometimes. I mean, even you sometimes forgot he was there, unable to see his form unless you concentrated hard enough, so imagine if the two of you went out somewhere in public and he (with your consent, of course), just started touching you? Groping your ass, his face between your legs as he runs his hands along your inner thighs… no one can see that it’s him making your face flush and not the excuse of a fever you told the concerned stranger in the hopes they would leave you alone. When you half-heartedly glare at him to try and get him to lay off for a bit, he just laughs at your expression… how rude!

💉: Mr. Silvar wouldn’t be opposed to having a threesome with another resident of the other world. After all, he would be curious to see how differently you acted when another person was there with the two of you, or if your body reacted in an unlikely way if another were to touch you. While I will not write NSFW for Mr. Chopped (the power dynamic there isn’t my favorite thing in the world), he would be the one Mr. Silvair would feel most at ease sharing you with; Mr. Crawling or Mr. Hood would be his second and third choices respectively since he knows how deeply you trust them. He might not even partake in sex either, just sitting off to the side while he lets another use you like a toy. As long as you know your his, though, he doesn’t mind watching you enjoy yourself with another (he has to be there, though). 

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

👣: Mr. Crawling has absolutely zero experience with this kind of stuff, so he would need someone willing to walk him through the whole process, show him what you like, and teach him what and what not to do. What he lacks in experience, though, he makes up for in pure enthusiasm. It’s quite flattering how determined he is when it comes to making you feel good, even if it’s a bit sloppy and unpracticed. His thrusts are extremely unpredictable, never quite finding their rhythm… It’s alright, though; he’ll definitely get better with more time and the more he gets to understand what your body likes. You just have to give him the time to improve, and he’ll be certain to leave you breathless. 

💉: Mr. Silvair also has no experience when it comes to sex, or at least not any while he’s resided in the other world. He is a life-long learner through and through, though, and there’s nothing in the universe he’s not willing to learn about, especially if it has to do with humans and their anatomy. His thrusts are frighteningly accurate, being able to hit your most sensitive inner spots with ease to have you begging him to give you a moment to breathe. He’s an almost terrifyingly fast learner, too, being able to apply whatever new information he’s observed and gathered within moments. He can do it perfectly, too, and he does it in a way that has you questioning whether he was telling the truth when he said this was his first time doing anything like this. 

F: Favorite Position

👣: When it comes to favorite positions, Mr. Crawling loves being able to hold you close to him while also being able to see your face (he has to kiss you during sex – sorry, I don’t make the rules). He enjoys the rocking horse position since it allows him to be able to hold you close while still being able to maintain eye contact with you and easily have access to cover your face in kisses. While he prefers being the one making you feel good, Mr. Crawling would also enjoy the cowgirl position. He’s happy to let you use him to your heart's content while being able to look up and soak in the pleased look that’s plastered across your features while you slam your hips up and down on his cock. 

💉: Mr. Silvair personally enjoys the butterfly position, having you lay on your back atop his operation table all while he can watch and take mental notes on every single facial expression you make and every single twitch of your muscles while he drives you absolutely insane. He would also enjoy missionary, but he would spice it up a little bit by having your hands or wrists tied to something. After all, he doesn’t want you to touch him unless he says you can – just lay there quietly while he completely wrecks you with that annoyingly calm expression on his face. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy when you touch him, though. Mr. Silvair simply prefers being the one in charge and determining when and where you’re able to feel his skin beneath your hands. 

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)  

👣: Acts goofy most of the time during sex, even if he doesn’t mean to. He likes being able to make you happy, and he finds your laughter to be music to his ears. Sometimes you two will be having sex, and he’ll suddenly start giggling completely unprovoked, just finding the experience with you so joyful. Being with you in any capacity makes his chest feel light and fluttery as a sense of giddiness flows through his veins. He’ll wrap his arms around you and nuzzle into your neck, causing your body to spasm and tighten around him while his long hair drapes over you and tickles your skin. Overall, Mr. Crawling enjoys being more playful when the two of you are intimate since it adds to the overall experience for him. 

💉: Prefers to be serious while having sex. He treats the whole process of intercourse like one would treat a research project which, honestly, can make you feel a bit annoyed in some instances (Mr. Silvair still doesn’t quite understand why, though). He’s methodical in everything he does, and being light-hearted or purposefully humorous isn’t high on his list of things to do. He has no problem if you want to be silly, however. He finds it cute when you try to see if you can make him chuckle. It endears you to him more, and it makes him want to keep you around for even longer. The only goofy thing he does is gently run his fingers up and down your sides while thrusting into you, finding the way your body wriggles and writhes away from his touch to be adorable. 

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

👣: I think Mr. Crawling would have fairly long hair beneath the metaphorical belt. His pubic hair would be thick, curly, and a very dark shade of black. He doesn’t really keep himself groomed (kind of hard to do in his world, plus it was never a priority for him), but if you would prefer him to keep it trimmed, he’d be happy to! He doesn’t care one way or another. 

💉: Mr. Silvair comes off to me as someone who would enjoy keeping themselves groomed and their appearance well-maintained, and I mean every inch of his body. I think he would have either no pubic hair or pubic hair that was trimmed to be the perfect length. If he did have any hair below the belt, it would be a gray color, one that was a shade darker than his regular hair and wavy in texture. 

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

👣: One of the more human-like members of the cast when it comes to his affections; he’s as romantic as a non-human being can be. Mr. Crawling loves holding you close as he ruts into you like a wild dog, whispering praises against your skin. He even tries his best to learn phrases in your language so he can tell you how much you mean to him without you having to try and decipher it. He’s always so, so soft with you when you two are having sex. He’s honored that you’d let him have you in such a way, and finds your trust in him heartwarming – he trusts you, too, with his entire heart and soul. 

💉: Mr. Silvair canonically doesn’t comprehend the concept of “liking” or loving someone, so that also translates into sex with him. All he knows is that he finds you entertaining to be around and that he’s somewhat endeared to you at this point. He’s not romantic but, in between teasing you and making you cry (whether it be in frustration or overstimulation), he’s checking in on you to make sure that you’re still comfortable. He knows sex can be invasive, and he’s aware of how much regard the act is held in by some people in your world, so he does his best to respect that... Even if he does need to check himself every now and again. 

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

👣 and 💉: Neither of them masturbates much because they simply don’t have a desire or time to do so. Mr. Crawling would rather wait for you to be there so you two can enjoy yourselves together, and Mr. Silvair simply has more important matters to attend to. That’s not to say they never masturbate, though, it’s just typically a rare occurrence. 

👣: Mr. Crawling typically masturbates by rutting up against something, like a pillow, rather than taking himself in his hand. His thoughts before meeting you were just focusing on the physical sensation of his cock sliding against the fabric of his clothing, but now he finds himself thinking of you – the way your voice sounds when you coo sweet words in his ear, the warmth of your body. Imagining your hands gently touching his chest and hips makes him cum right then and there, almost embarrassingly quickly… Yeah, he’s down bad. 

💉: Mr. Silvair treats masturbating as a chore. He’d much rather be doing something else than leaning against the wall of his operation room while his hand goes absolutely ham on his dick. He knows which areas on his body get the most reaction, so he purposefully presses all of his buttons just so he can be done with it quicker. This doesn’t change after meeting and getting to be intimate with you, though, he still sees it as a chore… Just now he imagines cumming on your face or inside you whenever he finally reaches his climax. 

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

👣: 

Mutual Masturbation: He likes spending time with you and doing things together, so why not spend some time watching each other explore yourselves? He likes observing you as you touch yourself, making mental notes of every spot on your body that have you biting your lip and furrowing your brows. While I wouldn’t say he’s into voyeurism since he does like being with you while you touch yourself instead of tucked away in the shadows just watching, he focuses more on the way your hands touch and caress your skin instead of focusing on the way he moves his hands across his body. Doesn’t last very long doing this, though, eventually pouncing on you and touching you himself.

Overstimulation (Giving): Mr. Crawling loves overstimulating you, even if he doesn’t realize he’s doing it half of the time. He just enjoys seeing you become a blabbering mess all because of him; he takes great pride in being able to make you feel good. However, the first time you started crying because he was simply giving you too much, he felt so guilty – the poor man was on the verge of tears thinking he made you feel bad. 

Praise Kink: While praising you is a bit more difficult considering the language barrier and the limited amount of words and phrases he has to choose from, he still loves doing it. Muttering against your skin how you’re doing such a good job, how he loves you so much, how you make him so happy. Mr. Crawling definitely makes sure to reassure you both inside and outside of the bedroom. 

Hair Pulling (Receiving): He loves, loves, loves it whenever you take his hair in your hand and give it a firm tug. Mr. Crawling enjoys it whenever he’s going down on you and you take his hair into your hands and push him even closer, making him become fully immersed in your scent and taste. 

Sensation Play: While Mr. Crawling may not enjoy more painful experiences, he does like general sensation play quite a bit. He likes the feeling of your breath fanning against his skin while you pepper his flesh with gentle kisses and nips. He enjoys tickling you while his hips sensually thrust in and out, feeling the way you squeeze around him as breathless and airy giggles escape past your lips. He loves whispering into your ear while running his tongue along it before taking your lobe between his teeth and lightly tugging.  

💉: 

Breeding Kink/Creampie: Mr. Silvair, after learning more about human reproduction, has a deep-seated curiosity regarding whether or not the two of you would be able to have offspring. That’s kind of what starts this particular kink for him – he wants to know if you both are sexually compatible in that aspect, and he is curious what the resulting child would look and act like if they were born in the other world. If you’re unable to give birth or get pregnant, even if his initial interest in breeding is certainly from a more scientific aspect, he still finds the image of you full of his seed while it drips down the curve of your ass to be quite arousing. 

Bondage/Shibari (Giving): He enjoys tying you up and pinning you down, being able to have full control over you in the bedroom. He’s perfectly content if you agree to light bondage, like having your hands restrained, and would never ask you to do anything more than that. However, if you trust him enough and feel comfortable doing some more intense bondage, he’s not going to complain. Would definitely be interested in the art of shibari, finding the way the rope looks pressing into your skin tantalizing. 

Orgasm Control/Denial (Giving): Another kink that feeds into his desire for control. Mr. Silvair enjoys being the one in charge of your release, and he likes seeing how far he can push you until you finally break and plead for him to let you cum. He loves seeing how stupid and desperate he can make you, sometimes with just his fingers alone. 

Overstimulation (Giving): Much like orgasm control/denial, he likes pushing you to your breaking point. However, unlike the previous bullet, he likes seeing how much stimulation you can take until you’re crying for him to stop. He thinks it’s fascinating, seeing how quickly your desire for his touch can change – one moment you’re begging for him to touch you, and the next you’re weakly pushing his hand away. He does eventually relent, of course, but only after letting you cry for a bit. 

Dacryphilia: There’s something about seeing your tear-streaked face that makes it feel like he’s just been hit with an arrow in his chest. It’s endearing and oh-so cute the way you look while you sob all because he’s making you feel that good. It makes him feel proud, in a way, seeing you in such a pathetic state all because of him. 

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

👣: He enjoys having sex with you on a bed (boring, I know), but he likes the softness of the mattress and the many pillows and blankets that can be used to bring even more comfort by keeping the heat from your bodies trapped. He also likes taking you in small, enclosed spaces, like an empty locker or cabinet (sorry folks with claustrophobia). Much like the reasoning with the bed, he likes how the smaller space forces you both to be immensely close to each other. Plus, these spaces bring him comfort, so why not mix the two things that make him feel safe together? 

💉: Either in his laboratory/operation room or in one of the many different cages or prison cells that he has access to (bonus points if you allow him to chain you up hehe). Mr. Silvair doesn’t need a soft mattress or pillows to enjoy sex with you. He’s fine taking you on his operation table or the cold concrete floor of the small prison cell, even if your back moving up and down across the ground rubs your skin raw. He’ll patch you up after, no worries, but he doesn’t need a lot of bells and whistles to have an enjoyable time. 

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

👣: Sweet words and gentle touches. The other world is one full of violence and death, one where survival trumps all else. While there are entities like him who only resort to violence when either their safety or the safety of someone they’re fond of is in danger, it’s still not a happy or bright place to exist. Mr. Crawling does what he can to enjoy life, laughing in situations that probably aren’t even that funny just to try and make existing more enjoyable. Then you come along and make him feel cared for – loved – and safe, and he’s never been happier. Being able to lay with you, to feel you clench around his cock with your warmth while you pepper kisses across his face and let him know how good he is… Yeah, this is the life. 

💉: Power and control. He enjoys being able to restrict your movement, being able to dictate when and where you’re allowed to cum and, if you disobey him, he’ll punish you with a sadistic smile on his face. However, he would be lying if he said that was all. Mr. Silvair thinks the fact you trust him with your safety – your life, your heart, your existence – gets him going, whether he realizes it or not. Trusting another in the other world showcases how much two people believe in the fact the other would not do anything to purposefully harm them, and you feel that way toward him (and he feels the same toward you). Whenever you call out his “name,” the one you had given him, he finds his hips unconsciously moving even faster at the sound...

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

👣: Anything involving pain would be a hard no for Mr. Crawling, both giving and receiving. Even though his senses are dull and what would be extremely painful for a human wouldn’t be for him, he still doesn’t particularly enjoy being harmed. When it comes to hurting you in any way, that’s pretty much something he will never concede on. He doesn’t want to do a single thing to hurt you, even if it’s an enjoyable kind of pain. 

💉: Pretty much nothing is off the table for him – Mr. Silvair enjoys experimenting, and that’s no different for him in the bedroom. The only extremely hard no would be coprophilia since he just doesn’t see the appeal nor does he want to test to see if he would like it or not. I also feel like he wouldn’t necessarily want a bratty partner or a partner who is constantly trying to take control back in the bedroom. 

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

👣: Loves giving oral 101%, and he will give it to you anywhere – in public, in private, while you’re sleeping (with your consent, of course). Mr. Crawling adores having his mouth on you, being able to taste every single part of you while his tongue forces its way inside you, feeling your release dripping past his lips or dribbling down his chin… You taste good, too, better than anything he’s ever had before; he might get addicted to it, to be honest. He eats you out/blows you like a man starving, wanting a chance to have a taste and make you cry out his name while you pull harshly on his black locks and encourage him to keep going. He’s very enthusiastic about it, too, putting in so much effort and energy to get you cumming on his face or in his mouth. 

💉: Prefers giving oral over receiving it, but it’s not his favorite thing to do either way. It’s nothing personal, he just prefers using his hands, his cock, or a toy to get you off rather than his mouth. If he does allow you to give him a blowjob, he’ll place a collar around your neck and pull on the chain if you get cheeky – after all, he’s the one in charge here. Mr. Silvair enjoys making you kneel in front of him, watching you with a small smile as you take him into your hands and pump once or twice before taking him into your mouth. If the rare occurrence happens when he gives you head, you better thank the universe. He looks so hot, holding your thighs apart while he slowly runs his tongue along your length/slit and teases you until you’re asking him to touch you more. 

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)  

👣: Enjoys the slower and sensual side of things, but he typically can’t control himself as soon as he’s inside of you, so he ends up being somewhat fast and rough (not all the time, though... his thrusts remain immensely unpredictable no matter what, and he never seems to find a good rhythm to follow). Mr. Crawling enjoys the intimacy of sex, and he finds comfort in the closeness of your bodies while you two are connected at the hips. He loves being able to hold your hands and place kisses across your cheeks. Sometimes, he’s so caught up in the act of showering you with words of praise and sweet displays of affection that he forgets the fact he’s currently inside you and is supposed to be moving. He does see the appeal of rougher sex, though – it makes him feel almost animalistic whenever you two decide to set the pace for the night. 

💉: Mr. Silvair can quickly switch between the two, sometimes almost at a break-neck speed, to the point it feels like you got whiplash from the sudden change of deep and slow thrusts to fast and somehow even deeper ones (he’s very precise when it comes to hitting those sweet spots inside of you – it’s actually kind of terrifying how quickly he can locate them). He pretty much does whatever he thinks will get the most reaction out of your body and acts accordingly – nothing more, nothing less. He tends to prefer rougher and faster sex, enjoying the noises the quick snap of his hips can draw out of your mouth. However, sometimes, he finds himself preferring a slower and softer pace. This way, he’s able to focus on and truly soak in the expression on your face and appreciate the way your body feels under his palms (this sometimes just leads to you cock warming him). 

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)  

👣: Mr. Crawling is down for anything at any time. Pretty much, if you ask him to have sex, he’ll happily do it for you. Need him to eat you out or give you a blowjob, he’ll gladly oblige! After all, he is always pretty much kneeling, so he’s not being made to go out of his way to do it (even if he would go out of his way to please you). Want something more than just his tongue? That’s perfectly fine, too! There’s a private room over there he’ll gladly take you in, or maybe you’d want to try doing it in the empty locker? He’ll try not to take too long, but it’s hard since he loves being able to enjoy you to the fullest. So, Mr. Crawling can do quickies for sure, but he likes being able to take his time with you.  

💉: While he’s not opposed to quickies, he prefers being able to have proper sex with you to get the most out of it. After all, he can’t exactly see how long it takes for you to break or how much time it takes for you to start crying and babbling if you only have a few minutes to enjoy one another. However, he does make it a little challenge for himself to see how quickly he can get you to climax. Mr. Silvair will even make educated guesses on how fast you’ll finish just by making note of your current expression, body language, etc. He likes seeing how flustered you get if you think someone is going to enter the room the two of you are in, begging him to go faster which only makes him want to slow down – how mean! 

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

👣: Mr. Crawling is down to experiment but, as stated before, he doesn’t want to try anything that causes him or you harm, even if pain is something you enjoy. He just has no desire to hurt you in any way, something which is quite different from other members of the cast who are definitely more sadistic (cough, Mr. Silvair and Mr. Machete, cough). I feel like he would be down to partake in certain aspects of BDSM, specifically B/D (bondage and discipline) and D/S (dominance and submission). He just wants to have a good time and be close to you, both physically and emotionally. 

💉: 100% down to experiment with anything (except the previously mentioned coprophilia). If you wanted to try some breathplay or impact play or even blood play, he’d be down for it. I honestly think he would enjoy breathplay since it adds more to the differential in power that he enjoys so much (there’s also a stirring in his chest when he sees how much you trust him with your life, but shhh…). Mr. Silvair is a man hungry for information and new experiences, so yes, he’s willing to try a variety of different things even if they could potentially be dangerous – he’ll always make sure you return to your original form. 

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

👣 and 💉: Both of them are inhuman, which means that neither of them need any food, water, or rest to survive. Honestly, the two of them have unlimited amounts of stamina, and they can go for as long as you need them to (which could be two rounds or even eight – nothing is holding them back in the stamina department). 

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

👣 and 💉: Neither of them owns any toys because, well… you can’t access them easily in the other world. If they do end up there, though, they’re probably dirty or damaged beyond repair (please do not use nasty sex toys, people – infections and diseases are no joke). 

👣: Mr. Crawling would be down to use toys on you! After all, why not? It’ll just make the experience more fun, right? You’ll probably have to explain what he’s supposed to do with them, though, since he’s not quite sure what some of them are for. If you want to use toys on him, he’s completely fine with that! Want to wear a strap and give him backshots? Go right ahead! Want to tape vibrators to him until he’s whining and writhing? He’d be happy to oblige! Overall, he’s pretty chill about it and is somewhat enthusiastic about adding toys into your sex life. 

💉: Mr. Silvair enjoys using sex toys on you, some of his favorites being cock rings/chastity belts, strangely-shaped dildos, and vibrators. He loves being able to secure the variety of different vibrators he owns to your body, making sure to cover every erogenous zone he’s noted. He doesn’t typically want toys used on him (but he’d probably try out a variety of different sex toys on himself after a while, though, curious about how each of them felt or what they did), however, and the only one he’d be willing to use consistently would be fleshlights. He’d make you watch him use it, never once allowing you to use them on him. 

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

👣: Mr. Crawling is very fair, and he always makes sure to give you exactly what you want in the bedroom. However, that’s not to say he never teases you, he just doesn’t do it very frequently. Sometimes when he’s going down on you, he’ll pause his minstrations to nip at or kiss the fat of your thighs, keeping your hips held down so you can’t buck up against his mouth. When you start getting antsy, he just giggles at your expression before returning his attention to that oh-so-needy part of you. 

💉: If the word unfair was personified, it would be Mr. Silvair. I’d argue teasing you and making you cry – either because you can’t cum or have cum ten times in a row – are the aspects of sex that he enjoys the most. Edging you is one of his favorite things, though, watching you whine and try to move your hips on your own when he stops moving… bad move, though, because now he’s just going to make you wait even longer for release. 

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

👣: He’s not loud, per se, but he does make quite a variety of different noises whenever the two of you are intimate. He whimpers and whines frequently while you’re having sex – they’re barely audible, high-pitched, and come out sounding as though he’s completely out of breath. Sometimes you wonder if he’s in pain with the noises he makes, but he’s not. He just really enjoys being able to feel you like this as he pants like a dog in heat. 

💉: Completely quiet most of the time. Really, the only noises you’ll probably get out of him are barely audible sighs or the sound of his breathing hitching when he feels you stretch/tighten around him. It’s not that Mr. Silvair doesn’t enjoy having sex with you, he just doesn’t express that feeling verbally. You can tell in the way his hand squeezes the fat of your thigh or the way his hips stutter when he moves in and out that he’s having a good time. 

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

👣: Mr. Crawling loves taking showers or baths with you, though he leans more towards baths since it’s less painful on his joints (I headcanon that Mr. Crawling can stand, but walking for extended periods of time is painful for him – ambulatory wheelchair user Mr. Crawling when?). While yes, he can technically sit in the shower, having water spray his face isn’t exactly pleasant… He doesn’t view bathing with you as sexual, he just finds it relaxing as he helps you wash your back or you help him make sure all the soap is out of his hair. His favorite scent would have to be lavender – it’s very calming for him. 

💉: He keeps a journal tucked away full of terms and gestures from your world. Mr. Silvair has a deep desire to understand humans and everything they have to offer, even if he believes it's from a stance of craving knowledge (really, he wants to be able to express his endearment of you in a manner you can understand). He has a page on kissing and different kinds of kisses, a page on gestures of endearment, another on hugging and cuddling… The fact that humans’ bodies release a hormone whenever they simply spend time to bond with another socially, a hormone that turns the dial on their brain for whatever emotion they’re currently experiencing, is fascinating to him. 

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

👣: Mr. Crawling is tall – and I mean extremely tall whenever he stands up (my man has got to at least be seven feet), so I can assume that he’s probably relatively proportionate under the belt. I feel like he would be big, almost concerningly so, clocking in at around 8 inches in length. Even though his size is impressive, his dick doesn’t have much girth to it and is on the thinner side, but it is thicker towards the base compared to the head (not that you can take all of him – you can certainly give it a try, though). It’s on the veinier side, too, with a very distinct and present one on the underside of his cock. 

💉: Much like pretty much the entire cast, Mr. Silvair is also on the taller half of the height spectrum. However, I feel as though he would have a more modest, yet of course still impressive dick size. I imagine him to be 6 ½ inches in length and relatively thick from the base to the head with very little change in girth. Whenever you see his cock, you’re kind of awestruck for a moment because how can a man have such a nice-looking dick?? It doesn’t make sense! There’s barely any hair, there’s no visible veins or bumps, and it’s long and thick enough to drive you wild… Plus, it’s just really nice to look at, honestly. 

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

👣 and 💉: Okay, so I know others probably will not agree with me here… but I honestly don’t think anyone in the cast has much of a sex drive, let alone a high one. I mean, they’re not human, so their cultural/social norms are different than ours, and I wouldn’t hold them to “typical” human desires on a biological/psychological level either. As I said before, I doubt any of them have been laid because sex just isn’t something the residents in the other world partake in – they’re too busy killing/fighting others, eating humans who find themselves lost in the other world, etc. Is this my asexual and world-building brain working? Probably haha. 

👣: Mr. Crawling really only wants sex whenever you want it, but he’s always enthusiastic and does get aroused whenever you ask if he wants to be intimate. While he does love feeling the warmth around his dick whenever you’re clamping down on him, almost like you were hugging him and not wanting to let him go, he enjoys the emotional connection during the moment more than anything else. I headcanon him (and all of the cast, to some degree) as existing somewhere on the aroace-spectrum. For Mr. Crawling, I see him as being reciproromantic/sexual with an average libido – he gets riled up whenever you’re riled up, though there are times he does get horny without you needing to do or say anything.  

💉: Much like Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair will have sex if you ask him to – he’ll make you beg for it, though, so he’s not as nice as the former. He prefers the control/power he gets from having sex rather than the sole act of intercourse (not to say he doesn’t enjoy the feeling, though). Plus, he finds the activity interesting since he knows it’s something most humans partake in with one another for a variety of reasons, from procreation to recreation. If you ask him to have sex and he isn’t in the mood, he’ll just use his hands or some toys and play around with you until you’re satisfied. I headcanon Mr. Silvair as being quoiromantic and eegosexual with a low libido. 

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

👣: Mr. Crawling doesn’t need to sleep (you know… being non-human and all), but he’ll curl up next to you on the bed and hold your body close to his while pretending to sleep alongside you. It’s kind of adorable, the way his head is nuzzled under your neck while his legs and arms are wrapped around your body, holding you close to him like you were a bodypillow or large stuffed animal. While you sleep, though, he’ll eventually place his head against your chest, listening intently to the sound of your heartbeat and the feeling of your chest rising and falling with each breath. Moments like this, laying there with you in silence, make his mind wander to scenarios with you he’ll never be able to fully experience. 

💉: Does not rest often, finding it a waste of time that could be spent doing something else. He understands you need your sleep, though, so he lets you do it in peace after you both have had sex. Mr. Silvair always manages to somehow make sure you have enough pillows to keep you comfortable or blankets to keep you from getting cold (you can’t help but wonder where he finds clean linens in such a grimy place…). Occasionally, however, he finds himself sitting next to you on the bed, fingers absentmindedly combing through your hair before he pulls his hand back as though you had burnt him – he doesn’t understand it, and he’s desperate to figure out an answer. 

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