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homicipher characters reaction to reader having a nipple piercing

Mr. machete:

When Mr. Machete notices the piercing, his eyes narrow, a mix of surprise and primal curiosity flashing across his face. “What’s that? You like pain?” he says, his voice low and intense. He steps closer, reaching out,

his fingers brushing against the piercing, a roughness to his touch that sends a shiver through you. “Them bad, but you bold,” he says, desire lacing his voice.

He feels a rush of aggression, wanting to push you, to see how far you’ll go. His touch is both dominating and protective, a conflict he can't quite understand.

Mr. Crawling

Mr. Crawling’s cheeks flush when he sees the piercing. “That… intense,” he murmurs, eyes wide. “Me worried, but… me like you.” He feels a protective instinct rise within him, drawn to your daring nature.

The piercing makes him think about your bravery, stirring something deep inside. “You make me think,” he admits, his gaze lingering, admiration shining through his hesitation.

Mr. Silvair

When Mr. Silvair spots the piercing, a playful glint appears in his eyes. “Interesting choice,” he says, smirking.

“Should not give name, but… does it add to the fun?” His curiosity is genuine, a teasing note in his tone. He admires how you express yourself, feeling a deeper connection. “ You unique. Me like that,” he adds, wanting to know more about your choices.

Mr. Gap

Mr. Gap’s excitement is palpable as he notices the shiny piercing. “Wow, shiny. Them like you,” he says, leaning in closer. “You bold.” His tone is calm but filled with flirtatious curiosity.

He feels drawn to your confidence, wanting to explore that connection further. “Me curious about you,” he adds, his interest genuine.

Mr. Chopped

When Mr. Chopped sees the piercing, his eyes light up with cheer. “Whoa. That’s hot,” he says, grinning widely.

“You fun. Me like wild.” He can’t help but bounce a little on his feet, clearly excited and impressed. “You brave. Me want to know more!” His cheerful demeanor shines through as he admires your individuality, eager to be part of your adventurous spirit.

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A ghostly Encounter

hohohoho, with the votes of 271, the mr crawling nsfw (draft fic) wonnn!

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You never imagined your life would take such a turn when you first saw Mr. Crawling. It all started on a gloomy evening when you found the abandoned apartments, a place filled with secrets. As you stepped inside, the musty air welcomed you, and that’s when you saw him.Mr. Crawling was a tall figure, 7'3", with a slender, strong build. His pale skin glowed in the dim light, and his dark eyes held a strange intensity. He stood in the corner, watching you. "Me not hurt you,"

he said, his voice raspy. Despite the eerie setting, you felt drawn to this mysterious being. "Me help you find path" he whispered, sounding happy, "Human!" His words tugged at your heart, and you wanted to know more about him. As you spent time together, you learned that he spoke simply. "Me want to stay with you," he said one day,

looking into your eyes. You felt a warm flutter in your stomach. Taking pity on his lonely life, you brought Mr. Crawling to your world. You showed him the wonders of modern life, and his excitement was like that of a child discovering something new. One day, while you were out, he found the internet.

His innocent curiosity turned into a journey through human desire. He discovered adult content, and his eyes widened with new ideas. "Me see many things," he said, giggling. "Me learn how to please you. "That night, as you lay in bed, Mr. Crawling appeared, his tall figure leaning over you. "Me want to show you," he said, his voice low and eager.

You felt your heart race as he leaned in, his breath tickling your neck. His hands, cool at first, warmed against your skin as he caressed your shoulders. "You like this?" he whispered, giggling softly. "Y-yes," you replied, your voice shaky with anticipation. His touch was electric, and you felt your body responding to him. He gently pushed

you back onto the bed, exploring your body with a sweet shyness. His fingers traced down your neck, over your breasts, making your nipples harden. "Me like how you react," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. He teased your nipples, making you arch your back in pleasure .As his hands moved lower,

he traced the outline of your panties, then slipped his fingers beneath the fabric. "So wet already," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "Me want to feel you inside." He whimpered softly, sounding needy. He pulled your panties aside and lowered his head, his tongue seeking your core. You gasped as he made contact, his tongue circling and flicking, driving you wild with pleasure. "Oh, Mr. Crawling," you moaned,

gripping the sheets as he brought you closer to the edge. Just as you were about to climax, he stopped, looking at you with playful eyes. "Not yet," he said, breath hot on your lips. "Me want to feel you inside." Positioning himself between your thighs, his dark purple

cock stood erect, a stunning sight. "Me go slow," he promised. He teased you with the tip before slowly pushing inside. You felt yourself stretching around him, a fullness that made you sigh. Mr. Crawling’s eyes were on your face, searching for any sign of discomfort. He began to move, his thrusts slow and gentle, filling you with each stroke. "Feel good," he grunted, his voice strained. He picked up the pace, his thrusts

becoming harder, the sound of his body meeting yours filling the room. You held onto him, matching his rhythm. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you could feel your orgasm building again. As he continued, Mr. Crawling let out soft whimpers, clearly lost in the moment. The

sound made you feel even more connected to him. He collapsed onto your chest, breathing heavily as you both came down from the high. Mr. Crawling had discovered not just physical pleasure but also a deeper connection. As you lay together, you realized this was just the beginning of an exciting adventure filled with new discoveries. You were eager to see what else Mr. Crawling would learn in this new world with you.

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i have multiple drafts of homicipher, which one should i post next?

mr crawling nsfw (draft fic) postedd !!

drafts

mr machete - nsfw

mr crawling - nsfw

mr hood: cold comfort chap 2

Voting ended onDec 5, 2024

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Cold Comfort

Draft #3? this ones for mr hood, angst tho. (might make a part two if somebody asks)

The candlelight made scary shadows that danced on the walls. The air was old and dusty, and it smelled bad, like something wasn't right. Mr. Hood was there, but I couldn't see him, only feel him. He was talking quietly, a low hum, about a door. A door that was locked. It shouldn't be locked. He was trying to open it, and he was getting frustrated, which made me even more frustrated.

He's usually so good at helping people, fixing things... why couldn't he fix this? This stupid locked door, and this even stupider situation between us. It’s not fair. He pushed and pushed, but the heavy wooden door wouldn't move. The groaning sound made me want to scream. He didn't see me, didn't see how fast my heart was beating, didn't notice how shaky my hands were. He was so focused on that stupid door.

I wanted to yell, to shake him, to make him see me. The cold floor felt awful under my feet, like a punishment for being ignored. My hands shook so much as I reached out. My fingers touched something smooth and cold. His arm? A shiver went through me, but it wasn't just excitement. There was anger mixed in, too.

He kept talking about the door, completely lost in the problem. He's good at fixing things, but he's terrible at seeing feelings, especially mine. And it's so unfair. Finally, he let out a big sigh, whispering, "Door can't open. Find new path." His words hung in the air, heavy with his frustration, but also with all my anger.

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken things, with my secret feelings, and with his cluelessness. My tears felt like a waste, a useless show of emotion for someone who wouldn't even notice. He was so close, yet a million miles away.

The flickering candle threatened to go out, which would be a fitting end to this awful, frustrating, and heartbreaking situation. He was so close, yet so incredibly oblivious, and the anger burned inside me, hotter than any candle flame.

I hate him for not noticing me. I hate him for being so blind. I hate this stupid door.

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im clearing up my drafts, since theres so many homicipher fics. 😽

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A Brute's Protection

clearing up my draftsss.. this one i wrote for mr machete, i love that man sm !! its a short one though, ill make longer ones in the future 🙂‍↕️

Mr. Hugeface laughed really loud behind us. The ground shook. I was scared. Then, strong arms picked me up – Mr. Machete. I thought he'd be rough, but he wasn't. He held me tight, but gently. I was surprised; he's usually not nice. He's a brute. But then he said, "Can not fight," his voice low, "Hurt." I looked at him. Even while running, I saw how good he looked. His muscles moved

under his clothes as he ran. My face got red; I never really looked at him before. I only saw how scary he was. I rubbed my legs together from the sudden friction of excitement. Then I noticed he was covered in blood and dirt. But now, I saw something different – he was strong, but he was also keeping me safe. We always fought before, but now we're working together to get away from Mr. Hugeface.

The wind blew in my hair as we ran. I felt safe with him; he's really strong. I was still scared, but not as much. It felt strange, but good. He's usually mean, but he's helping me. We're running together, and that's okay. It's better than being alone with Mr. Hugeface. I felt a little warm, and a little bit... maybe I liked that he was strong and was protecting me. It felt new and a bit strange, but mostly good. We were running, and he was keeping me safe. That was enough for now.

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im just imagining mr scarletella finding an object, not knowing it was food and threw it over to mc.

Mc was tired after a long night. She sat down, sighing. Mr. Scarletella, doing a crossword, tossed her a candy bar. "object" he said, quiet and simple. It was a small thing, but it felt nice.

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i need requestss, anything about homicpher !!

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second postt, (draft btw) i wanna write that one scene where mr stitch was asking mr crawling if he could eat mc

mr. stitch leaned close, grinning. "me want consume human," he said, pointing a long, needle-thin finger at the person standing behind mr. crawling. The air felt heavy, thick with unspoken threat. The person, caught in the sudden spotlight of mr. stitch's hunger, felt a chill run down their spine despite the looming presence of mr. crawling. mr. crawling didn't move. He remained still, a dark, imposing figure. Then, a low rumble, like stones grinding together, came from deep within him. He said, "No."

The single word hung in the air, heavy and powerful, somehow bigger than the threat Mr. stitch had just made. And then, slowly, deliberately, mr. crawling stood up, his shadow falling across the person mr. stitch had pointed at, effectively shielding them. The person, now in the direct line of mr. crawling's silent power, felt a strange sense of safety in the looming figure. The fear was still there, but it was tempered by a sense of awe, a recognition of something ancient and powerful. mr. crawling was big. Much bigger than Mr. Stitch. He was tall and dark,

all hard edges and shadows. He looked terrifying. The air crackled with a strange energy, a silent tension that made mr. stitch's skin crawl. mr. stitch wasn't grinning anymore. His grin had vanished, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated fear.

He hadn't expected this reaction. He had expected easy prey. He hadn't expected this silent, looming power. mr. crawling didn't say anything else, but he didn't need to. mr. stitch forgot all about eating anyone.

He was too scared to even think. He just stared at mr. crawling, at the dark, looming figure that filled his vision, that filled the room, that seemed to fill the very air he breathed. mr. crawling just stood there,

big and scary, and Mr. Stitch was too scared to breathe. Even though mr. crawling had no eyes, mr. stitch felt that creepy stare, a feeling of being completely seen,

completely known, and completely insignificant. The silence stretched, broken only by the frantic beating of mr. stitch's heart, and the person behind mr.crawling held their breath, a strange mixture of fear and awe washing over them.

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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.