kaixsleepy

[kaixsleepy]

Мr. Scarletella and male reader when-

I'm back! Club activities and tutoring have been KICKING MY ASSSSSS UGHHHHHH but I'm alive and (not) thriving! Short fic for today.

Mr. Scarletella x m!reader (NSFW: no penetration, descriptive bj)

It hadn't been that long since you broke Mr. Scarletella's "heart" and made him into your loyal pet. At first, you thought he had forgotten about the whole name ordeal and his weirdly obsessive, creepy and sometimes downright perverted behavior. One thing was clear, though: leaving the ghost apartments was a bad idea. You doubted you would have been able to take your brand new pet to the overworld with you, or entertain him enough to keep him inside your house permanently. Even so, in this place you could release some stress without consequences - earthquakes would ruin the layout anyways, so who cares?!

As a last resort, you decided to wander around the eerie space, with Mr. Scareletella tied to your wrist with a leash. Sometimes you had to walk long distances before discovering a safe haven without intruding into another spirit's home. The both of you found yourselves in a similar situation today. The tall man had stamina for days, but you kept some of your human characteristics, such as the perpetual state of tiredness you were born with. When you found a room which contained a chair, dirty bed, and a table, after what you believed was at least a day of wandering, you instantly collapsed on the bed, Mr. Scarletella following obediently, the collar around his neck tightening slightly. He leaned over you, staring straight into your soul as you tried to rest. He put a cold hand on your cheek, poking your skin.

"Give name?"

Fuck. Your eye twitched in annoyance as you sat up suddenly.

"Go away."

He didn't seem to understand what you wanted, as he repeated the word "name" over and over. As a last resort, you grabbed his umbrella and gripped it tightly. Mr. Scarletella fell at your feet, his thighs clenched together, hands covering what was obviously a bulge. But wasn't the umbrella supposed to be his... heart? Perhaps it was linked to the rest of his body as well? To test the waters, you rubbed the top of the umbrella gently, watching as Scarletella squirmed pathetically. After a particularly hard squeeze, he fell on his back, curled up into a fetal position as whines left his trembling lips. A pleased smile was plastered on your face as you got closer to him and unbuckled your belt. You gave your cock a few strokes to lubricate it.

"Get up," you order the ghost, enjoying seeing him scramble to you. Without needing any explanation, his fingers sank into your hips as he took your cock into his mouth, sucking enthusiastically. One of your hands held the umbrella as the other rubbed it, indirectly teasing Mr. Scarletella. Out of the blue, he hugged your leg, taking advantage of his position to grind his leaky bulge on your shoe like a dog in heat. You tug on the leash, shoving your cock deeper inside the tall man's throat. His moans sent pleasurable vibrations throughout your shaft, making you groan in response. Scarletella's eyes seemed to light up at your reaction, and he doubled his efforts in hopes to make his master feel good. His tongue was gliding along the underside of your cock, his hands having left his bulge long ago, now focused on rubbing the base of your length. His cheeks hollowed out, the soft tissue on the inside of his mouth pressing up against the sensitive sides of your dick.

Your eyebrows were furrowed, and you stroked the umbrella faster, making Mr. Scarletella shake, his fingers desperately holding onto your hips, digging into your flesh as he ground his bulge faster and faster against your shoe. His eyes rolled back into his head as he orgasmed, white, creamy liquid leaking through the red material of his pants. In an act of wild lust, you threw the umbrella to the ground and gripped his hair tightly, fucking his face without mercy. Hunched over the ghost, you held him in place as you pumped round after round of seed down his throat, until small trickles of it seeped out from his nose. You stayed like that for a few minutes, legs trembling. Tenderly, you stroked his cheeks and pulled him off of you, a streak of spit and cum connecting his lips to your spent cock. Seeing his blurry vision and quivering body awakened something inside of you that you didn't know you had. It became clear that you weren't done with him - no, not by a long shot.

[kaixsleepy]

"GLITCHED DESIRE" he will always chase after you.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : mr. scarletella

࿐*ೃ fandom : homichiper

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, fluff

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Flickering lights buzzed above you as you made your way through the dilapidated corridors of the building. You'd long since stopped hoping to find an easy way out��this was a mysterious building, and escape was rarely straightforward. Still, you refused to give up. Each door, each hallway, could hold a glimmer of hope. Or a trap.

Your steps echoed faintly, swallowed by the oppressive silence that surrounded you. You were focused on the cracked map in your hand, one you had drawn yourself, trying to decipher its faded markings when that familiar, unnerving sensation crept up your spine.

Someone was watching you. Someone was following you.

You turned quickly, scanning the barely lit hallway behind you. Nothing. No sign of movement, no shift in the shadows. But you felt it. You always felt it before he appeared.

With a sharp exhale, you turned back to your map, trying to focus on the task at hand. But when you did, he was there—Mr. Scarletella, mere inches from your face. His presence distorted reality, the air around him rippling like a corrupted video file. His eyes, void-like and unblinking, bore into yours, and the world felt like it had stopped.

You flinched instinctively, a shiver running down your spine. “Really? Again?” you muttered, more exasperated than afraid. You had gotten used to his tricks, his sudden appearances meant to jolt you into fear. By now, it was more annoying than terrifying.

Mr. Scarletella tilted his head, a slight smirk curling his lips. “What, you do?” he asked, his voice dripping with curiosity.

You didn’t even bother looking up as you replied casually, “Way out.” Your tone was deliberately flat, your attention divided between the map and the faint sound of a creaking door somewhere far off.

He didn’t seem deterred by your lack of interest. If anything, it only seemed to amuse him. “So focused,” he murmured, his voice almost a purr. “So serious. Why, escape?”

You ignored him, taking a step forward to investigate the faint sound. But as soon as you moved, he glitched again. One moment, he was behind you; the next, he was directly in front of you, blocking your path. His smirk widened, and his eyes sparkled with mischief—or something far darker.

“Excuse me,” you said, attempting to sidestep him.

He mirrored your movement effortlessly, leaning in just enough to invade your space. “Don't be cold.” His voice dropped to a near whisper.

You rolled your eyes, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. “You’re wasting your time.”

“I, am?” His tone shifted, playful yet persistent. “You, waste time. Not me, darling.”

The sudden endearment made you falter for a split second, your focus breaking. Where did he learn that?

He noticed. Of course, he noticed. His grin grew sharper, and he leaned closer.

“Surprise?” he teased, his voice a velvet caress. “Don't run. Stay here, with me.”

You forced yourself to look away, your heart pounding—not from fear, but from something you couldn’t quite place. Annoyance? Frustration? No. It was something more dangerous. You didn’t want to acknowledge it, so you kept walking, determined to shake him off.

But, as always, he followed. Like a shadow, like a curse, he trailed behind you, his steps unnervingly quiet. His demeanor shifted as he walked, from predatory to almost... eager. Like a puppy following its owner.

“You,” he started again, “Me, can help. But, I don't. Why?”

“Because you’re bored.”

He chuckled, a low, melodic sound that made your skin prickle. “Wrong. Me, you, interested, (Y/n)."

You sighed, stopping at a locked door and fiddling with its rusted handle. “If I’m so interesting, why don’t you do something useful for once? Open this door.”

“Hmm...” He tilted his head, pretending to consider it. “What, in return?”

“Peace and quiet,” you shot back.

He laughed again, a genuine sound that caught you off guard. It was rare to hear anything from him that wasn’t dripping with menace or mockery. “Funny,” he said. "Me, like you.”

Ignoring him, you moved to another door, only to find it locked as well. He leaned against the wall beside you, watching your every move with unnerving intensity. You could feel his gaze burning into you, even when you refused to meet it.

“You enjoy, right?” he said after a moment, his voice soft, almost contemplative, “Our, little game. Me, chase you.”

You turned to glare at him, finally snapping. “Enjoy? You delusional. You’re the reason I’m stuck here in the first place!”

He shrugged, unbothered by your outburst. “Maybe. Me like you, a lot. Want you, stay here.”

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you in an instant, his face mere inches from yours. His smile was gone, replaced by something darker. “Tell me,” he said, his voice a low murmur, “You can escape..will you, leave? Will you, miss me?”

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding against your ribcage. You wanted to snap at him, to push him away, to deny whatever game he was playing. But his eyes, those endless voids, held you captive.

“I—” The words caught in your throat, and you turned sharply, forcing yourself to walk away. Your footsteps echoed louder this time, as if trying to drown out the sound of your racing heart.

He didn’t follow immediately, but you could feel his presence lingering, his gaze heavy on your back. And then, just as you reached the end of the hallway, his voice called out to you, soft but insistent.

“Run, darling,” he said. “You come back. Always do.”

You didn’t look back. You couldn’t. But his words stayed with you, echoing in your mind long after his presence had faded.

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this scenario! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[kaixsleepy]

I love writing my ideas with other characters... but I would like to read a mini one shot about this idea when the fandom grows.

Just, imagine Mr Scarletella craving physical contact with a blind reader who loves physical contact... I mean, pure, mutual love.

[kaixsleepy]

stop making hetero fanfics, and let there be more xes yag 🤭‼️‼️‼️ (CRAWLING X MALE READER, OOOHH YESDD!!!!!!!!!! GAYSGAYS)

[kaixsleepy]

love you, love you, love you;

mr. crawling x reader

plot: some things are best expressed without the need of words — themes: spooning/cuddling, smut, maybe yan vibes — w.c: 1.1k

a/n: my first homicipher related fic. i want to try one for mr. silvair & mr. gap next, bc they were also my favs. this game has been taking over my life so much lately. like it’s been in my dreams, haaah.

masterlist • ao3

Mr. Crawling was always loud when he was excited within your company; his laughter filled out the vast empty spaces that were otherwise unadorned with familiarity. Whatever you once sought from those winding corridors was ever-fleeting, temporary, leaving you stuck within the confines of his company.

Yet, when he felt what you could only interpret as affection—that’s when Mr. Crawling then became different—quiet, soothing, kind but also… curious.

And when you would usually sleep, he would stand watch, knelt over the floor as per his usual stance but sometimes crouched near you, sometimes leaning back against the wall with his legs pressed up against his chest. He would watch you as his life depended on it, unwavering in focus and with eerie intensity. He would watch as your chest rose and fell, leaning close on occasion to catch the sweep of your breath and sometimes, he would trace the pad of his milky fingertips in long, languid strokes against your face. Always so delicate, so tender, but for the most part, quiet and even shy.

Having once caught a glimpse of Mr. Gap in your blanket space, however, set something territorial off for Mr. Crawling and he was never able to recover from such an invasion. The very idea that someone else was able to infiltrate what he deemed to be your space—especially someone who he disapproved of—wasn’t something he could stand for. Especially with the sort of trickster Mr. Gap was, he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. It would kill him on the inside (and on the outside, too).

So, just as you were getting into bed to rest up once more, he too, slipped in under the covers with you. At first, you were startled as usual, turning to face him with confusion evident in your eyes, murmuring out some words in a language that he still could not understand. He repeated something back, the meaning lost and indecipherable upon your ears, though soon surrendering to emphasis using gestures instead. A hug to bring you closer, a reassuring pat on your head and a small, longing kiss over your nose.

You listened to his words again, repeating over and over like a broken record.

Perhaps he meant no harm, after all.

You turned your back to him and settled into his chest, finding that he was surprisingly warm for what he was. His taller frame encased your body, wrapping his ashen arms around your waist—accidentally brushing the fabric that sat over your breast—nicking the cloth ever so slightly. Your breath hitched in surprise and as though in sheepish realisation, he withdrew right away, terrified that you were upset with him.

You drew out a long breath, reminding yourself again, that after everything that has happened thus far…

That, Mr. Crawling does not want to hurt you.

That Mr. Crawling has only ever helped you.

So perhaps, right now, Mr. Crawling only wanted to be closer to you.

You relaxed your breathing, settling into his comforting shadow once more and allowed for his presence to envelop you. He repeated the soothing motions of his grappling arm, although he held onto you softer that time. His hands explored your body with a delicate touch, as though afraid of breaking you—of upsetting you again—his motions growing confident the longer that you didn’t protest. It wasn’t long before he, otherwise not disturbed by your lacking, conscious awareness, decided to explore further with you. Mr. Crawling’s fingers didn’t ask for permission that time, creeping beneath the clinging fabric, feeling your skin against his palms, inviting a pleased, almost delighted smile to curl on his lips.

The silence remained unbroken as Mr. Crawling continued his explorative focus on you; the quickly-building evidence of his need growing harder the longer he pushed himself behind your body, the repeated touches arousing something warmer within him. To both his surprise as well as your own—you were not repulsed, allowing him to creep even lower, below the skirt of the dress and up, brushing his hand up to your exposed skin and, reading into it—you communicated your consent from the moment you parted your legs, allowing him to get even closer.

Confidence surged in Mr. Crawling as he pushed himself into your hilt, allowing his hardened length to slip inside. Betraying the stagnant silence, he shuddered out a ragged gasp before giving into his own rising need; grinding himself into your sopping sex with steadily increasing fervour. His fingers clamped around the curve of your hips as he held you in place, slamming every last inch of himself deep into your core.

Ever touch-starved yet wanting nothing more than to surrender to the sensation of you, Mr. Crawling continued to drive his cock into your needy cunt, soon wrapping his winding arms around your body and holding on tight. He bucked intensely as you soon succumbed to breathless whimpers, incoherently begging for his name. Equally desperate whines rolled off the slip of his tongue as he found his lips pressed into the crook of your neck, dampening your skin with sloppy wet kisses—as many as he could give.

It felt overwhelming for you in a way to be worshipped like this but you did your best to keep up with such intensity, especially as the warm, tingling pleasure built up inside of you, too. You held on just as tight as he did, your hand seeking out his own—fingers weaving into his bony digits—interlocking and squeezing tight the closer you got, your grip and otherwise clenching need tightening simultaneously. To feel him losing himself inside of you was dare you admit, addicting, feeling him completely fill and stretch you out leaving you almost dizzied from the impaling force.

Mr. Crawling, like you, soon surrendered to the rolling bliss from the flick of his hips, feeling a surging warmth mount and rise, encouraging him to lose himself to the searing heat of the moment and you. Encircling your body in a possessive hug, he suddenly began to mutter out a new word in a strained mantra, again and again.

Given how desperate he seemed to be, you understood the meaning as ‘close’, especially as his actions grew more stained and less controlled.

“Close, close, close,” he repeated.

It didn’t take his chased release to catch up as his hips grew to a stutter, rutting out one final pump before melting into you. Mr. Crawling cried into your neck, spilling out the entirety of his overflowing love, feeling the pent-up devotion trickle down your thighs—yet not letting you move away—still retaining his claim on you.

Instead, he kept you even closer than before, not allowing you to part from him ever again (despite understanding your yearning for rest).

Words were never the problem, it seemed.

Mr. Crawling would have always found a way to… connect with you.

[kaixsleepy]

𝐌𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐗 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 HC

₊˚✧ warning : spanish, fluff, (nothing)

sinopsis: mr scarletella siendo una figura paterna de un niño desconocido que se ha perdido en las penumbres de un mundo malo.  ៹ 🎀

   ᤴ ៸ OO1 La primera pregunta que se haría en su mente es, ¿que hacé una criatura tan pequeña en este mundo de torturacion? Nunca vió uno en su vida eterna mientras rondaba.     Cuando se encontró al infante, observó Mr Scarletella con una curiosidad intensa.

   ᤴ ៸ OO2 Bien, si nunca ha convivido con niños y siquiera sabe actuar delante ellos (NUNCA HABÍA VISTO ALGO ASÍ!!) tiene experiencia nula criando, %100 seguro. ¡Pero hey! La intención de proteger a un niño está. Por lo tanto, intentará preguntar e interrogar a otras criaturas que en sus vidas fueron humanos sobre crianza, alimentación, actos de cariño, que se debe decir, etc. . .

   ᤴ ៸ OO3 No hay duda que por sus caras aterradoras en algún momento asustó.

   ᤴ ៸ OO4 De por sí el niño tenía bastante miedo por el lugar, los sonidos degradables de sangre, cuerpos siendo mutilados y partes humanas, y él se dió cuenta. Siempre lo lleva en sus brazos protegiéndolo de cualquier cosa y tapando su rostro con su pecho para que no mirará los destrozos.

   ᤴ ៸ OO5 Susurra palabras de cariño para tranquilizarlo. Utiliza "cachorro" porque le recuerda a las crías de lobos. También pasará sus dedos largos por los mechones del niño.

   ᤴ ៸ OO6 Tiene una fuerte necesidad de protegerlo de otras cosas, de tenerlo a su lado como un hijo no propio (ahora sabe que se encariña muy rápido con niños). Reconoce que ellos no son capaces de defenderse por sí solos, él creé que son muy indefensos.

   ᤴ ៸ OO7 Es cierto que es complejo encontrar alimentos adecuados para niños pero en el lugar solo hay alimentos caducados. Mr Scarletella hará lo posible por darle algo mejor.

   ᤴ ៸ OO8 A medida que convive con el niño, una chispa de cariño despierta por su cachorro. Ya no lo hace por responsabilidad, sino por cariño.

  ᤴ ៸ OO9 ¡Los niños son muy intensos! Y su niño era igual de intenso, le era normal que pidiese mimos las veces que tenia sueño - que él encantado le dió cariño- y le resultaba muy tierno.

   ᤴ ៸ O10 ¡Papá sobreprotector! (＾ω＾)

 

[kaixsleepy]

Pls pls... where Viktor is the father figure of an arcane child and it's a very cute relationship. :33333

[kaixsleepy]

I NEED NSFW FIC OF MR CRAWLING!!!!!

[kaixsleepy]

Man... I love yautja males strong and dominant. hear me out, predator

[kaixsleepy]

I think it's a good idea. Dexter and an adopted daughter, together, wanting to feel something.

He is protective of her even though he doesn't know how to express himself.

[kaixsleepy]

I can fix him chat

[kaixsleepy]

MY PARENTS MURDERERS .>:333333

They hold hands and cry together

My draw!

[kaixsleepy]

I need a fic where Laios loves to suck on his girlfriend's b00bs for breastfeeding 🤧

[kaixsleepy]

Al principio creí que Frank Morrison ya había tenido sexo con Julie, pero no. Leí el cómic oficial de dbd y no se muestra que se hayan acostado, bueno, en unos paneles solamente se ve que se dieron besos pero no a algo MUY sexual.

Así que, para aquellos lectores/escritores, es una buena notícia decirles que Frank es aún virgen y no a tenido sexo. Esto puede significar que él NO tiene experiencia como muchas veces lo representan en los fanfics o hc para lectores fem/masc. Literalmente este tipo no a tocado ningunas tetas por lo terriblemente bastardo que es.

No sé si se haya pajeado, lo veo poco probable, tenía poca privacidad en los hogares que le ofrecian, pero tampoco dudo que no lo haya hecho. Puede ser que en un momento de estrés leyó una revista pornográfica y dijo "que ricas tetas" y todas esas perversidades. Es un pibe problemático y de todo, así que no hay duda alguna, el si se ha pajeado pocas veces. Actualmente, en el reino del Ente nunca lo hizo allí porque no tiene razones algunas para hacerlo, probablemente Julie y Frank sean ex's parejas.

En lo nula experiencia que tiene

¿Como sería en el sexo gay?

Si este tipo no sabe de sexo, ni siquiera sabe de sexo gay. En primero lugar, no le gusta estar abajo, así que te dira que será él, el que tomará el mando. (No sabría que hacer y te pedira con un poco de pena y humor que lo guies.)

Muchos lo hacen ver cómo ese chico que folla muy rápido y fuerte, pero al principio realmente cuando estaba aprendiendo fue muy normal con sus embestidas, acostumbrandose y buscando su orgasmo a su velocidad preferible. Cuando ya tuvo experiencia, lo hace rápidamente y brusco, como si usará su frenesí mientras se agita y gime.

Dale una buena paja sobreestimulandolo, y estará llorando como perra mientras su cuerpo se siente vulnerable :3