#Mr. Scarletella

[archivofliv]

omg this is so sweet 😭💕

Miss Me! Kiss Me! 💋

Homicipher Men Hcs

Synopsis: Which part of your body do they love to kiss the most?

Might be ooc

Grammar errors (?)

Fluff

Mentions!⚠️: Little blood and murder mentioned at Mr. Scarletella's part. A little bit of spicy stuff but overall it's just fluff

Word count: 2,281

Mr. Crawling >>> Your lips ♡

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ The first time you kissed his lips, he was confused, yet he feels so happy to be finally this close to you! Out of every part of your body that he kissed, the lips are what makes him feel the closest to your heart.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He believes it was like a medicine, every time you kiss him—especially when he's sad, it would just go away! 'Like poof!', He said.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Hands on your cheeks and a kiss full of love. I DEFINITELY BELIEVE he loves cupping your cheeks whenever he's kissing you. He likes squishing them because it's cute.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ If it's on the bed, he would lay his head on your chest and would crave your kisses 24/7. He desperately needs affection so please give all your love to him.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ When he asks for it, he would cutely point at his lips and pucker it up as he waits for you to crouch down to his level, and he's all excited like a cute little baby! Even spreading out his arms to you, wishing to hug and secure you in his arms while giving you all the love he could give.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He's too tall when he stands up, is that a problem? Of course not! He'd just carry you by the waist—maybe even spin you around to make you happy.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Leaning down to your level is completely fine to him, in that way, it won't be too hard for you. He cares about your comfort very much so it's very important for him to find any way to make you feel safe, so consider his kiss assuring you that he's here to protect you, no matter what.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ If he wants to tease you, he'd pretend to say something just so you could scoot closer to listen to him, and that's where he'll attack you with a single kiss and laugh about it. I also have to mention that he LOVES showing you off, like literally. This man would kiss you if he feels like someone has taken a liking to you, he's super jealous about it too! He'll surely ask for more assurance coming from you so kiss him pls :(

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Never forgets about it. Be it morning kisses, goodnight kisses, sorry kisses, and of course the 'I love you' kisses. There's even a kiss when he finds something valuable or useful, like your favourite crowbar for example.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He's a loverboy, I know. Best boyfriend ever.

Mr. Silvair >>> Your neck ♡

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ That cute reaction you make when he kisses you in that certain spot is very alluring to him.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ It's his way of claiming you, telling you that he's yours or as if assuring you that you're safe and protected in his arms.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Poor baby's already tired of all that researching on humans, and kissing you might be the only cure so he can continue with his work. You'll be surprised to feel his hands snaking around your waist from behind as he rests his head on your shoulder just to plant soft kisses all around your neck, sometimes he would go further and kiss you on your nape, making you flinch while very flustered.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Give him a visit in his research room, so he can give you a warm hug and a delicate kiss all around your face until his lips reached your neck, nibbling on it when he likes to tease you, leaving a mark that can last up to several days. He would even inspect it and admire his work.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He can be playful rather than cute at given moment, he will lean closer to your face and just stare at you through those bandaged eyes, searching for a new area he'd like to kiss next.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Bites too, but rarely does it, he doesn't want to hurt you, so maybe he'll just munch on your neck softly.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He's knowledgeable about the fact that it's one of the sensitive parts of a human body, why else did he chose it as his most favourite kissing spot? He loves to see your reaction as a part of his enjoyment, plus a quick memo for his research—like hitting two birds in one stone.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Likes to tuck your hair behind you ear, caress your cheeks softly, and blow a cold air on your neck. It's those things he does that makes you blush really hard.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ When sleeping, he likes to nuzzle into them, he says it makes him feel safe, inhaling your scent was very comfortable to him; like a lullaby for sleep.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He might even let you kiss his neck, only if you feel like it. He's all yours after all.

Mr. Chopped >>> Your cheeks ♡

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ If there's only one word to describe him, it's cute. The way he smiled from ear to ear, the way his cheeks were almost the exact same shade as the pupil of his eyes, it was all adorable.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He asks about it politely too, so gentle and careful. Spoiling him a bit too much about it means you're taking responsibility for his clinginess, like carrying him all the time and kissing him from time to time.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He loves the feeling of your hands, everything about you is beautiful in his eyes. He might not be able to hold you and protect you like you do, atleast he's making it up to you by giving all his attention and time for you.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He loves kissing your squishy cheeks. To tease you, he would munch on them aggressively so it would leave your cheeks puffy and swollen, he's irresistible when he's like that so try not to get him all worked up with being so lovey-dovey to him.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ When he's desperate for a kiss, he'd pout and call for you, when he's been ignored, he'll cry and act all mean to you, but it won't last for long before he tries to beg for your attention again, maybe asking Mr. Hand for a helping hand will help.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Lay him beside you and he'll pepper you with kisses all over your face. He won't let a single day pass without it.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ You'll braid his hair? Okay! In exchange for kisses.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He can let you style his hair as well, only if you'd let him kiss you all day.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Is there any other way for him to let you know just how much he loves you? Of course there is! It's all coming out of his mouth. Other than kissing you with that talkative mouth of his, he gives a lot of compliments to make sure you deserve all the love he has, so make sure to give him a reward for being such a sweet boy.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ With or without a body, he's contented. As long as he's with you, he wouldn't wish for anything anymore other than to make you happy.

Mr. Gap >>> Your nose ♡

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ A smooch and a boop on your nose are some of his favourite things to do to you, even going further by joking about taking your nose, literally.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ At first, he's all curious when you came to mention that humans loves to kiss someone they really love, and since you're the only one he thinks of when you mentioned 'love', it wouldn't hurt him to try it? Right?

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ The next thing you knew, he's all obsessed about kissing you, instead of asking for a heart, a leg, or even your hand, this one was by far the safest thing he requested for in your opinion.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Might even pull you in the shadows.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He thinks it's weird to be kissed on the nose, but you told him kisses can be done almost anywhere, and out of all that, he likes kissing you on the nose because it's his own special way of showing love, and you think it's cute.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ To him, it's what he do to make you feel safe, always lurking in the shadows, keeping a careful eye out on you.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ It's also his way of greeting you if you decided to peek through holes like a sewer or a small window, it's what keeps that smile growing widely on his face.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He can join you on the bed too, creeping up through your blanket just to jump into you and wrap his arms around you, he'll finally had all day to kiss you and cuddle you.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ "Want your kiss, you give kiss?" Yeah, that's his favourite word now.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Look at the ear to ear grin he has when he got what he want, blushing at it won't make him shut up, you know?

Mr. Scarletella >>> Your hands ♡

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Pops up like an ad, like gurl can you not?-

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He's devoted to you, of course he is. Kissing you was like a wish granted; something he wants to do aside from worshipping you like you're some sort of a God.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Gently kisses your hand, be it the back, or the palm, in fact going further like kissing you all the way to your arm. He's completely drugged by you.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He's a gentleman, you could say that. He would steal a lot of names and pile them up full of blood as a gift for you, Things can get as bloody and messy as it can be and he would still worry more about your attention towards him.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ I highly doubt he'd stop doing that. One moment you're chilling somewhere and the next thing you know, he's right there in front of you.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Will make you feel like royalty, you and him, together, ruling the other world forever.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He'd love to kill everyone who gets in his way, just so he can touch you and keep you; hold your hand and keep you safe under his umbrella. Just say the word, he's an obedient man.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He's so delusional, and that's what you love about him.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Partners in crime? I guess you could say that.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Holding hands is also included at that. Perhaps you would also like to walk with him on a rainy night under an umbrella while you're at it.

Mr. Hood >>> Your head ♡

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ You're in need of protection, so of course he'd do it in his special ways, and kissing you on the head might just be one of it.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He's very gentle, even though you can't really feel his lips nor think if he ever had one in the first place, it's his feelings that you can feel by the way he loves doing it at any chance he can find.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Don't worry about hostile monsters, he's got you protected.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He takes a good care of you, treating you like a little kid was something he's really good at.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Will give you a little kiss on your forehead before taking a rest. You needed it after all.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Likes to hold your head while he's at it.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He said it's what he does to make your fear go away, to make you feel more safe and secure.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He'll also ruffle your hair or caress it so sweetly, and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ears, it's some of the best examples of things he'd do out of love.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Your height is a very good advantage, just the perfect height for head kisses.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Although he's rarely this touchy to you, you love just how much of a caring man he is.

Mr. Machete >>> Your Shoulders ♡

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Will do it at any unexpected moment, he loves to see your reaction very much because he'll use it as a defense mechanism, which is more of a black mailing than a self-defense.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ The two of you had this really weird relationship, like lovers while also being each others' worst hater.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ On rare times, he'll be a touch-deprived man, and the next time, he's good like usual, which actually looks funny.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Even though he rarely shows it, you know he loves you just as much as you love him, and it's all between the two of you.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He loves everything about you, your body, your personality, all about it, "You're fun" is one thing he would say to describe you.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Back hugs are his surprise attacks. Sometimes, he'd carry you without you knowing.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ He's annoying most of the time, but when he's in a good mood, he can be as sweet as a little kid.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Walking with him around the unfamiliar world is like a date for him, it's something he does to pass the time while having you by his side.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Kissing you on the shoulder means he owns you, not in a bad way. He just doesn't like the idea of sharing something he loves.

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎~ Maybe you can let him take a bite? He promises he'll be gentle.

[ghostotosto]

fly high mary poppins

[oyianii]

好狗会自己认主🥰

[whokilledsamara]

Hello! I don’t usually make requests but i have one could u pretty please if u have time? 🥺

Anyways the request would be like homocipher boys (especially my bbg Mr Crawling) pussy drunk. Pls.

PUSSY DRUNK

a very short fic for a few of the Homicipher boys. {Mr. Crawling, Mr. Scarletella, Mr. Silvair, Mr. Gap, Mr. Hood}. Homicipher x afab!reader.

warnings! : each are different so a bit of violence, neediness, switch!reader, smut, porn, PORN NO PLOT!!! almost all of them are cunnilingus

{an: if you meant a fic with all of them in a gangbang sense, you can send in another request}

MR. CRAWLING

"Not now Mr. Crawling, im busy." you say softly, gently petting his head as he tugs at your skirt. "Please..", he practically begs, his lips turned into a pout.

he was always so desperate to please you, stopping at nothing as long as it made you happy. his eager face made it so hard to resist, and with a sigh, you gently part your legs before continuing to use your hands with what you were doing.

almost as soon as you do so, his face is shoved as far as it can go, a whine leaving his lips as he has to pull away to remove your underwear. a giggle escapes you while you watch.

...

"mngh.. fuck, please.." the words slipped so effortlessly from your lips, Mr. Crawling's head so deep between those legs of yours that you couldnt think straight.

your hand was fisted in his hair, tugging often. whines left him almost constantly, his hands holding up your thighs on his shoulders and off the chair. "Me want, More" he states softly, his voice muffled as he stares up at you, the lower half of his face still stuffed between your thighs.

as you nod softly, he hums and shoves two of his long and slender fingers inside of you, effortlessly curling them upwards towards your g-spot. "a-ah..!" your voice hits a high peak at the sudden intrusion, legs trembling as yet another orgasm rips through you, despite how many you had previously.

as overstimulated as you were, the man between your legs gives a few more licks to your clit, slowly pulling away. as he sits up, Mr. Crawling stares up at you with a cheeky grin, his chin covered in your juices. "Good." ..... "Big, Good."

MR. SCARLETELLA

as usual, he was feeling needy.

every since you pretty much marked him as your "slave", he has been near you at all times, getting upset whenever you interact with others instead of him.

this time in particular though, you watched tears fall from his eyes as he stared up at you with a desperate expression. despite the cold look on your face, and the amount of times you rejected him, he still pleads. "Please." he whines, his hands trembling against your thighs. "Please what..? not this again." you ask, glaring down at him. his hands grab at your raincoat, face a pleading mess.

"Need, You." he begs. you think for a second, a long exasperated sigh leaving your lips before you finally do what he always dreamed of. you roll your eyes, head tilting to a nod. that was all the conformation he needed.

...

hours had gone by, your unfortunate yet aching cunt so desperately clenched around his tongue, his hands clawing at your thighs.

his skilled tongue circled your clit an uncanny amount of times, his pace never slowing. "A-ah wait.. wait i cant.. fuccckk.." another orgasm ripped through you and then, only then, did his pace falter. "You, Like?" he asked, pulling his face up from your legs with an uncanny glare.

you nod many times, his smile only growing wider. his lips lean in and press against yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. as much as you denied your feelings for the man, you couldn't think of anything but how good he felt and tasted. with a thoughtful groan, you wiggle your finger at him, signaling for him to stand. immediately he obeys, face flushed and juices dripping down his chin. your eyes are locked on his for a second before you speak in a demanding tone.

"Take off your pants."

MR. SILVAIR

he was NEVER needy. so why was today different?

one of the other residents had managed to piss him off so much that he couldn't think straight. his usually calm demeanor shifted completely dark, not even a hint of his usual smile on his face.

even Mr. Chopped seemed worried, asking softly if he was okay. Mr. Silvair ignored him, his gaze fixated on your eyes. he nods his head to his "research room", silently instructing you to go. he follows closely behind you, the heavy door slamming shut and locking you both in the room.

...

a huff leaves his lips as his hands angrily lift you up and slam you on his examination table, ass up for him, with little to no way for you to escape.

"W-what are you doing? Whats wrong?.. Mr. Silvair-!" you ask hurriedly, hands scrambling to find something to grab. he ignores your pleas and hikes up your raincoat, forcing off your panties with one quick motion. you couldn't see him as you tried to look behind you, but you felt him sink to his knees. "H-hey- ah..!-" your words are cut off with a moan as his long, snakelike tongue slips between your folds.

Mr. Silvair's strong hands keep you spread with ease, giving him full access as he greedily eats your pussy like its the last meal on earth. "Stop Squirming." his usually calm voice turns dark, his fingers digging a touch deeper into your hips as he keeps you held up for him.

as hard as you can, you attempt to keep your hips still. his tongue reaches as deep as it can reach, making you harshly bite your lip and see stars, juices running down his face as you finally orgasm. "A-ah right there--fuck! please.." your begs go unnoticed as he releases you and stands, walking out of the room without another glance. seemingly, this little outburst would hold him down for a while.

be glad it was only his tongue this time.

MR. GAP

a while after you got used to your residency at the complex, you learned your lesson about walking near the gaps.

the man who always seemed to appear at the worst moments, would mainly only mess with you. usually, it would only be a small poke as your ankle as you walked by, a tug at your hair when you had your back turned, or small scares he would pull off.

eventually you learned to ignore it, or altogether stay away from the walls, but unfortunately for you, today was a day you slipped up. as careless as it seemed, you were walking on your own, tiredness taking over your expression. the day was hectic, having to deal with more than one entity at a time.

a sudden yelp escapes your throat as you are yanked by your arm into a small opening in the wall. your back ends up pressed against the nearest wall, Mr. Gap's face level with yours with that sick, uncanny expression he always has.

you huff and use your hand to push at his face, the ever so sassy man rolling his eyes and grabbing your wrist. "You're No, Fun." he grumbles, hands fumbling with your shorts. "The fuck are you doing?" you mutter as a hushed yell, eyes glaring at his.

the grin on his face grows wider as he shoves off your pants, before suddenly dissolving into nothing. your eyes dart around, confusion evident in your expression until a sudden whine leaves your lips at an unknown feeling hits your core.

looking down, you find Mr. Gap nose deep in between your legs, eyes locked on yours as he smirks into you. your hand shoots down to grab his hair, attempting to pull him away as embarrassment fills your expression. though unluckily for you, or luckily depending on how you take it,, he doesn't move. instead, he groans into your hand, his hands tighten on your thighs as he pushes his face deeper, licking and sucking anything he can manage.

after many failed orgasms, and many tears from his constant edging, finally after everything he lets you cum, sucking hard enough on your clit to have a loud moan escape you, thighs clenching around his head.

though something tells you he isnt done.

MR. HOOD

as mono tuned as the man was, and as little as expressive as he was, he couldn't help his built up tension.

while no, he didn't understand the concept of love, or at-least he wouldn't admit it- he knew and felt the need for touch.

he often would allow you inside of his coat, usually just chilling in there or whatever you called it- but you never saw it as anything more than companionship. or so he figured. the moment he felt you experiment by placing your hand just above his crotch, his views changed.

with little to no effort, Mr. Hood plucked you out of his coat, setting you gently on the nearest table. he stared at you for a second, chest heavy. he could definitely sense your confusion- but as he kept his gaze on you, he reached out to grab your leg, his oddly feeling hand sat calmly on the inside of your thigh. "May, Touch?" Mr. Hood asked, an almost worried tone in his words. quicker than he could get his words out, you were nodding.

his body stilled for a second, almost as if he was debating his life choices, but ultimately decided to continue. gentle fingers reach under your raincoat, tugging down your panties with ease. and while he would never admit it, he quite greatly enjoyed the small sounds you made when his fingers traced your lips.

he hesitates for a second, before pushing a single ghostly finger inside. it was oddly cold, but felt so good inside of you as he worked his way in. a long moan leaves you, your hands reaching out to grab his arms.

one of his tentacles shoots out, replacing his finger that instead opted for your clit, rubbing in tight, hard circles. "Oh fuck.." you breathe out, legs trembling at your embarrassingly close orgasm. "I-im gonna c- mmngh!!" a hushed scream leave you as the tentacle curls, thrusting hard at your G-spot. it sends you over the edge, your juices flowing down your thighs and around the appendage. with a sigh, he pulls out, seemingly pleased.

"Turn Around."

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[sygna11111]

Break neck.

[lumiraette]

I like the game so much, it's giving me tingles

[cheriihoney]

We’re doing mr. Scarletella now

[lanyaa]

*I'm just waiting for you.

[lookforchy]

mmm i love scarlet crayon yum yum

anyways i barely see any content of him, I need more please ... i beg of you..... tag me in your fanfics and i swear ill draw the mr scarletella ver of your fanfics, and my life is yours

[satori-runa]

—The red means I love you.

Summary: Mr Scarletella doesn't like to wait anymore and makes his move.

Tags: Mentions of blood, yandere behaviour, obsession, slight stalking, fluff, slightly ooc

Words: 1,6k

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Blood dripped from your fingers, soaked into your clothes, and splattered across the floor in your wake. It didn’t matter if it was yours or someone else’s anymore. All that mattered was surviving in this weird place.

You paused to catch your breath, the cold air burning your lungs as another wave of dizziness hit you. Somewhere in the distance, you heard it—the soft, shuffling footsteps that never seemed far behind. He was still following you. He had been for a while now, his presence a constant shadow.

Mr. Scarletella.

He rarely spoke, but you could feel his pitch black eyes on you, his gaze almost tangible as it traced the lines of blood staining your clothes. The quiet creaking of leather shoes echoed through the hallway, growing louder. You turned, the crowbar raised defensively, and there he was—standing just a few feet away, partially hidden by the dim lighting.

He was a spectacle in crimson, the vibrant red of his suit blending almost seamlessly with the blood that covered the ground and the red light on the walls. His head was tilted slightly, a mess of scarlet hair falling over one eye as he stared at you. His smile was small, twitching at the corners, as if he were struggling to hold it back. And then there was this scarlet umbrella he was holding…

"You," he mumbled in his own language, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a small step closer, the leather of his shoes slick against the wet floor. His eyes were wide, pupils blown out in a way that made him look unhinged. He raised one gloved hand, fingers twitching, as if he wanted to reach out and touch you but was restraining himself.

You took a step back, crowbar still raised. "Stay back," you ordered, though it sounded more like a plea than a command. You weren’t even sure if he could follow your demands.

His head tilted further, almost like a curious dog. "Like," he muttered, the word shaky and filled with awe. His gaze fixated on the blood staining your shirt. "Like... you."

It was a childlike declaration, simple and obsessive, as if he couldn’t fully articulate the depth of his emotions in the language he spoke. He took another step forward, and this time, you noticed the way his hands shook, almost vibrating with excitement.

He pointed to the blood on your clothes, then back to himself, his smile widening. "Like... same," he murmured. He gestured between the two of you, as if connecting invisible threads. The blood. It was all the same to him. You were the same. You were his. You did this for him. You were like that for him.

You swallowed hard, backing away. "You need to stop following me," you said, but even you could hear how empty the words sounded. He wouldn’t stop. You knew that. You could see it in his eyes—the absolute devotion, the unblinking adoration.

His smile faltered for a second, his brows knitting together in confusion, almost like he didn’t understand why you were upset. "You," he stammered, taking another step. He was so close now, you could smell the coppery tang of blood that clung to him like perfume. "With... me."

He reached out slowly, fingers splayed wide, as if he were afraid you might shatter if he touched you. The moment his hand brushed against your cheek, it was cold and wet with blood. “Me like you.” He sighed, the sound almost blissful, like he’d been waiting his whole life just to be this close. “You like me?”

You flinched away, slashing out with your crowbar, but he was faster. His appearance glitched and before you knew it, he teleported. He caught your wrist in a tight, almost bruising grip, his expression twisting into something unreadable. His smile had disappeared, replaced by a wide-eyed, manic look that sent a shiver down your spine.

"No," he muttered, his voice barely audible, like he was scolding a child. He pulled you closer, his grip unrelenting. "Mine. Like you. Same."

It was almost pathetic, the way he whispered it, like he was pleading with you to understand. He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath shaky and uneven. The blood from his gloves smeared across your skin as he cupped your face, his touch almost reverent.

"Stay," he breathed, the word cracking at the edges. "With... me."

For a moment, you thought you saw tears welling up in his eyes, but then he blinked, and they were gone, replaced by that disturbing, gleeful smile. He didn’t need your answer; he’d already decided it for you.

You tried to pull away, but he only held you tighter, his fingers digging into your skin. His smile stretched wider, as if he were thrilled by the struggle.

"Like... you," he whispered again, almost lovingly, his voice broken and raw. "Together."

You realized then that there was no escape. Not from him. Not from the Otherworld. And as his laughter echoed down the hall, low and guttural, you knew he’d already decided your fate long before you’d even realized he was watching.

“Me grateful for you. Me like you. Me want you.”

You kept your crowbar close, tucked against your side, but you knew it was useless. You’d tried to fight him before, slashing at his chest, hitting at his arm, but it never seemed to faze him. If anything, it only made him more excited, more desperate to keep you close. His suit was stained with both your blood and someone elses, merging into a deep red that matched the look of obsession in his eyes.

His pace slowed as he pulled you into an empty room, the door creaking shut behind you. The walls were stained with splatters of old blood, the floor sticky beneath your shoes. He stopped, turning to face you fully, his hands coming up to frame your face as he dropped the umbrella for a moment. You could feel the wetness of his stained fingers against your cheeks, the metallic smell of blood overwhelming your senses.

You tried to pull away, but he only leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing yours. "Pretty," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "You... pretty. Blood." His thumb traced a line down your cheek, smearing blood across your skin. He seemed mesmerized by the sight, as if he couldn’t look away.

"Mr. Scarletella, please," you managed, your voice trembling. "Let me go."

He frowned, the expression so out of place on his usually smiling face. His grip tightened slightly, almost as if he were afraid you’d vanish if he loosened his hold. "No," he whispered, shaking his head. "No... like you."

He brought your face even closer, his breath warm against your lips. You could see every detail of his face now—the tiny splatters of blood on his skin, the way his pupils were blown wide with an intensity that bordered on madness. He wasn’t blinking, wasn’t even moving, just staring at you like you were the only thing that existed in his world.

You tried to turn your head, but his fingers dug into your jaw, forcing you to face him. It was almost gentle, the way he held you, but there was an undercurrent of possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. He tilted his head, his smile returning, small and soft, as if he were looking at something precious.

You’d been trying so hard to avoid his gaze that you didn’t notice how close he’d leaned in until it was too late. You moved suddenly, trying to wrench yourself out of his grip, but the motion was too quick, too abrupt. Your lips collided with his, and you froze.

It was just a brief, accidental kiss—barely a brush of lips—but it felt like time stopped. His entire body went still, his eyes widening in shock. For a second, you thought he might pull away, let you go, but then his hands tightened around your face, fingers trembling.

"Y-You," he breathed out, his voice cracking with something raw and vulnerable. "Kiss... you kissed."

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your chest. "It was an accident," you insisted, your voice hoarse. "I didn’t mean to—"

But he wasn’t listening. He was staring at you, his expression one of pure, unfiltered adoration. His lips parted slightly, his breath shaky, as if he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. He let out a soft, broken laugh, the sound almost joyous, as if he’d just received the greatest gift in the world.

"Like me," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. His voice was so quiet, so full of desperate hope. "You... like me."

He didn’t give you a chance to respond. He leaned in again, his lips hovering over yours, his breath mingling with yours. It wasn’t a kiss—not really. It was like he was waiting for permission, waiting for you to do something, anything, to confirm that this wasn’t just in his head.

You could feel his heartbeat racing against your own, the warmth of his body despite the cold, damp blood soaking his clothes. You knew then that he wouldn’t let you go—not now, not ever. In his mind, that accidental kiss had sealed your fate. You were his now, just as he was yours.

And as he pulled you into a tight embrace, humming softly under his breath, you realized you had no choice but to let him hold you, his face buried against your neck, whispering broken, loving words that would haunt you forever.

The minute he let go of you, you took the umbrella he dropped into your hand, glancing at the scarlet color before Mr.Scarletellas hand touched yours. A promise to keep you by his side.

[ambush-park]

AHHH I LOVE YOUR HOMICIPHER DRAWINGS SO MUCH 😩💓💓💓

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[whokilledsamara]

hii!! I saw you write for homicipher so i was wondering if you could write some dark/yandere sfw & nsfw headcanons for mr scarletella 🥹 thank you so much & take ur time!!

MR. SCARLETELLA HC {N/SFW}

a Mr. Scarletella {homicipher} x reader n/sfw hc list.

{thank you for your support and nice words! :3}

warnings! : stalking, non-con, dub-con, hardcore, marking, slight gore, rough sex, violence, rough fingering, biting, cunnilingus, blowjobs, smut, murder mention, somno

{an : i didnt quite get what you meant when you said "dark" so hopefully this is what you meant. this is really hardcore. to the soft hearted people and people who cant handle ACTUAL freaky stuff, i wouldnt recommend reading this. there is a small section underneath the regular nsfw hc with a cw on it, so if you cant handle certain topics, there is still an nsfw section without it. he is my favorite character from homicipher ommggg hes so hot. id give him my name HAPPILY.}

SFW HC

sfw relationship/meeting him hcs

when you first meet him alone, he is very unexpected. his presence and constant facial expression is unnerving to say the least, but as long as you can manage that you will be fine.

if you end up "accepting" him, the relationship would be very weird.

he would be a wonderful partner despite the obvious other reasons, but dont think he wont be watching you constantly.

he will bring you daily gifts, consisting of anything he can find that he thinks you will like.

as for touch, he will let you touch him. usually he wouldnt let anyone even accidentally touch him, as he would teleport away, but one you are in a relationship with him, most boundaries he had before are gone.

he is rather fond of holding you. whether that be in his coat {for some reason} or just in general.

in Japanese culture {from my research, i am NOT Japanese!!} holding an umbrella with someone is a sign of love and acceptance. therefore he always likes you to hold it with him.

he isnt one of those "down-lo" kind of people. he makes it known everywhere that you are his.

he will do whatever it takes to please you. you are literally his princess/prince. even if that includes killing someone {he does it anyways}

if he catches anyone staring at you, or even remotely close to you, he will either teleport you away {if you are friends with the person} or kill them on the spot.

no matter how much he seems to be emotionless, anything involving you in pain or discomfort, it will flip a switch in him.

he has to be near you always. whether you know it or not, he will be there.

he hasnt quite grasped the concept of kissing or "romantic" things, but whatever you do he goes along with it. he rather enjoys hand holding or pressing his face into your neck.

he is the delulu type {this whole fandom knows it} and anything you do he will take as flirting. dont deny it though, hes too obsessed to care

he has a big thing for the height difference. he is a little over 8 feet tall, and feels a need to protect you at any cost.

any cost.

NSFW HC

what its like to have sex with him.

starting off, this man is a BEAST during sex.

he is a quick learner, and whether he is using his hands, mouth, or any part of his body, he will find those spots that makes you squirm.

one of his favorite things is you riding his thigh in public. say he was talking with Mr. Silvair, and happened to be sitting down. he would want you on his thigh "discreetly" getting off. bonus points if you cum.

he wouldnt be opposed to a threesome, but he has to trust the other person. a rare occasion.

anything you want to do, he will immediately comply. need him to go down on you? hes on his knees. even in public. need his fingers inside of you? absolutely. need his dick? against the wall you go.

he has a big dick, and luckily he knows it. he wont force everything inside at first, but eventually he will. you can take it. he thinks

he loves your body, and he makes sure you know it. even in his strange language, you can understand the things he is saying because he is touching you while he is doing it.

he makes little to no noise during sex, but not because he isnt enjoying it. he LOVES sex with you, but he prefers to listen to your noises. he would have it on repeat if he could.

you could look like anything and he would still find you to be the most attractive person on earth {or his earth, whatever}

for afab, he isnt one of those guys who has a hard time finding your clit. in fact, he doesnt even have to look. immediately his fingers will be circling that little nub that he loves so much.

he is a very dominating person, but it probably wouldnt be hard for him to let you dominate him. i say let because in no situation do you actually have control.

his fingering sessions are borderline violent, the pads of his fingers hitting that perfect spot with every curl.

cw! its about to get very dark and possibly triggering! viewer discretion is advised!

if you are one of those people who get off on your man killing for you, then he is the man. he will torture people in front of you as you touch yourself.

his sex isnt even borderline violent, it IS violent. if hes angry especially, he doesnt care if he hurts you.

afab, he will bruise your cervix and make you bleed. his tip hits so hard with his brutal thrusts that you will.

on certain occasions, {tw!!!} he will force himself on you. while it is rare, r...pe can happen, so be careful and dont piss him off.

he doesnt need sleep, so if hes horny enough then he will fuck you while you're sleeping. if you explicitly ask him not to, then he will just jerk himself off over your sleeping form.

dont expect to walk away from a rough fucking WITHOUT marks all over you. he makes it a mission to bite, claw, tear, any part he can. he wants you covered in blood, it gets him off faster.

will probably brand you with something

if you have a trauma kink he WILL use it to his advantage.

thats all bye bye!!! :3

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[sygna11111]

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[yourlocalsimp101]

The man with a red umbrella ☂️