#homicipher mr. crawling Drabble

[justasecretflower]

Homicipher hcs- living in the real world with them🤍

Tw- suggestive maybe?.. if u squint. Mentions of blood and gore and also killing. Mentions of breasts and having a family

Mr. Crawling

🖤he is the best housewife. He stays at home and waits by the door, never wrecking anything, remaining patient.

🖤he cuddles with you. It’s his favourite thing to do. He’ll cuddle you in any position as long as he’s pressed up against you or you’re pressed up against him

🖤he 100% tries to keep you in bed in the morning. You have to leave for work? No you’re not. He’s got a death grip on your waist and his head is pressed in your shirt, whining against you and crying.

🖤he enjoys the same movies and shows you do. Reality tv? He’s invested in the dramas, even if he doesn’t understand the words, romance? He’ll root for the couple, horror? Don’t worry he’ll hold you<3

🖤doesn’t know how to cook, obviously, but likes your cooking! He enjoys tasting the new tastes and flavours, he especially likes pasta and has a sweet tooth.

🖤goes wherever you go. Yk how cats stand outside the shower waiting for you? he does that. He even warms up your towel for you with a little towel warmer thingy

🖤always scares your friends off, especially male friends. He's our jealous boy.

🖤he likes to watch you get ready and is curious on how makeup / skincare works. You often have skincare days with him.

Mr. Scarletta

❤️he goes out with you when you kill. It’s so enjoyable to see you all bloodied up, with that crazed look in your eyes. He’s 100% turned on

❤️if u teach him how to use the washer and dryer he washes your bloody clothes. If u get them dirty under your raincoat.

❤️even when u tell him you wanna go out without him trailing behind you like a lost puppy he does it anyway. He stalks you and carefully analyzes who you hang out with.

❤️he likes to wash your hair and draw you baths. Addicted to running soap across you. Not even sexually. He just wants to feel closer to the person that’s in his non existent heart.

❤️likes his quiet time with you. You in his lap reading a book or cuddling silently.

❤️begs to kill with you. Will kiss you all nasty and bloody

❤️not really interested in tv. He shamelessly stares at you the whole time.

❤️LOOOOVES the way that rubies look on your skin. No matter what skin color. They look amazing and especially because red is his color. He loves the possessiveness in it.

Mr. Silver

🩶greys anatomy lover

🩶he doesn’t understand the language but he practices English. He will probably be one of the first to get down English and start actually talking semi fluently

🩶I imagine he also watches greys anatomy to get down some English studying. Immersion learning yk?

🩶he keeps busy. He learns how to do some hairstyles on you

🩶they’re very pretty and his hands are pretty skilled and very soft. In case you are tender headed.

🩶picks up on cooking as well. (Our lil house husband)

🩶he actually goes insane in the kitchen

🩶no like fr put him in the great British bake off he will go crazy

🩶he finds it similar to experimenting and doing medical things of sorts.

🩶he also watches romances. I’m a heavy believer that he would like to have an offspring for experimental purposes but genuinely gets all fuzzy with the idea of having a family with you

Mr. Chopped

🧡hates being alone all day. Cannot stand it. He can’t move around. He can’t be with you. It sucks

🧡wherever you are he wants to go. He wants to stay in ur bag all day and watch you do stuff. He also likes touching new stuff and experimenting with stuff

🧡take him to a slime museum he’ll go insane

🧡loves when you do new hairstyles on him or face masks and skincare

🧡he likes to feel new textures on his skin and eat and drink new things. He’s def a foodie

🧡vacuum of a head. Will eat anything and a lo. Fast.

🧡If you stich him onto the body of one of your victims he’d be over the moon to have a body and would constantly grab and hold onto u

🧡debating making Mr.chopped with a body headcanons

🧡anyway. He also likes falling asleep between ur boobs ! :) or at least on them. He loves how soft they are

Mr. Hood

🤎domestic. He loves the idea of having a family pls prove me wrong .

🤎he also cooks amazingly well

🤎acts of service king. Runs you baths and cooks you food. Does your hair and tries to pick out your clothes for you

🤎romance addict. Loves romance books and movies

🤎does the things your favorite love interests do. Except if it involves speaking or writing in a Alisha. But I also hc him to also learn English eventually

🤎but he does want u to also learn his language

🤎he likes the idea of going grocery shopping. Idk why. But sadly he cannot

🤎makes bomb deserts. He’s so cutesy he made some

Love letter looking apple pastries once.

🤎he makes cutesy deserts often and gives them to you. Makes more or your favorite ones on hard days

🤎also likes the ideas of fairs. But cannot go to them 💔

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[suiana]

yandere! mr crawling who is super duper clingy and never wants to let you go ☹️ he'll actually sob and cry if you ever as much as leave him alone for just a second. what do you mean you need to leave him??? no you don't! if it's something you can't do with him, you don't need to do it at all!

yandere! mr crawling who will unintentionally emotionally manipulate you. he'll cry and ask if you hate him, begging you to stop trying to leave or he'll be devastated. it's not his fault, he can't help it! he just gets so emotional when it comes to you... please never leave his side, okay?

yandere! mr crawling who thinks you're the absolute cutest and most perfect thing ever! okay, so what if you tried to kill several people?? you can do no wrong in his eyes ❤️ if you wanted to kill them, then they definitely deserved it!

yandere! mr crawling who gets you things that you like. oh you like that crowbar? here's like 5 more of them! :333 do you like them? yes? ok praise him please! he loves getting praised byyou. oh! oh! pat him too! he absolutely loves it when you run your hands through his hair and ruffle him >___< it makes him feel so wanted and loved by you.

yandere! mr crawling who just wants to be loved by you. please don't raise your voice at him, and definitely don't hate him ☹️ he'll be cute for you! you don't like scary things? he's trying to find ways to make himself less scary, all for you. just don't push him away. please.

[hima-matta04]

Teasing Them~

warnings: teasing (duh), nipple play, oral (giving and receiving), unprotected sex, self pleasuring, begging, forcefulness, winners loving winning.

(how our men would react to you putting on a little show for their attention. Characters include- Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair, Mr. Chopped (with and without body), Mr. Scarletella, Mr. Wheelchair, Mr. Machete, Ms. Blue-Clad, Mr. Hugeface)

Mr. Crawling

He doesnt really notice that your trying to tease him when your bending over in front of  him… you have to take it a step further by lifting your skirt to show off your pretty, pink panties. The respectful man he is. He wraps his hands around your thighs, still in his crouched position, and he looks up at you with this pleading puppy look. “Taste… please…” he’ll plead as he attempts to get closer to your core from behind… licking a long stripe down the outline of your soaking cunt, earning a soft moan to escape your lips. Please tell him he’s doing good or he’s gonna get confused by the teasing.

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Mr. Silvair

Noticed the bratty behavior right away. The slightest change in you demeanor had him leading you softly into a private room with his hand on the small of your back, excusing the two of you to be alone for a moment before relentlessly fucking you against the wall as soon as the door is locked. He doesnt even take time to make sure you’re prepared before ensuring that his cock punches your cervix with each slam of his hips. “Naughty thing.”, he’ll grunt quietly as you smile up at him rearranging your guts.

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Mr. Chopped (without body)

He cant do anything but whine and complain as you slowly lift your skirt to show off your soaking panties. “Please! Me taste!” He would beg until he was loud enough for the others to hear. He would do this so you’d have no choice but to shut him up by grinding on his face, panties now on the floor as your clit slid across his tongue. But ph how cute did his face look after swallowing your cum? His cheeks hot and covered in your fluids.

Mr. Chopped (with body, ignore that one ending)

I believe he’s a little more forceful with his new body. He goes a little crazy when he sees that arch in your back, even crazier if he sees a bit of your pussy peeking out from your skirt…with no panties in sight. He’s gonna pounce right onto you. No lube. No prep. Just straight to pulling his painfully hard cock out and fucking your poor cunt. Normally he’d be nice enough to at least make sure you cum, but no. You teased him. And now he’s gonna use your body however he pleases. His thrusts are sloppy, and rough…really rough… he uses your hips when he gets tired of thrusting. Yanking you backwards onto his cock ruthlessly. just hope and pray he will be content with only one round. This man can really lose his control when he has his new body

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Mr. Scarletella

Oh hes gonna enjoy every second of it. He wont stop your little act. He’s just gonna act like he hasn’t got a clue what you’re doing. The way you “accidentally” drop your crowbar just to bend down right in front of him. Your ass was inches away from the buldge in his pants. His grin stretched from ear to ear as you looked back at him innocently. That look in his eyes told you he knew exactly what you were doing. The way that you “tripped” and fell to your knees right in front of him. He takes his large hand and presses your face to his growing erection. The way you lick his clothed cock with one obnoxious swipe of your tongue makes him groan. You could also tease him big time by stroking/licking his umbrella’s handle. He’s gonna get delusional believing that you want him ‘oh so bad’ 

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Mr. Wheelchair

This is kinda mean because he also physically cant do anything. Lets just say he can definitely move his hands so eventually you end up letting him play with your bare tits. While kissing all over his face sweetly. Maybe even bending down to suck his cock while he sits paralyzed… fuck it this feels so wrong to write…

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Mr. Machete

When he notices you slipping your fingers under your shirt to play with your hard nipples, he sees it as a challenge. How long can he watch and not touch you. This of course ends with him slowly stroking his cock, enjoying your little performance. The impatience eats away at you and you end up stretched out on his huge cock. He’s holding you by your waist and using you like a fleshlight. His muscles flex with each time he hoists you up just to slam you back down. Each time you cry out in both pain and pleasure. (You fucking freaks…)

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Ms. Blue-Clad

She notices the slightest bits of change in everyone, and she is very confrontational. Of course after she grabs your wrist and wispers “me know what you doing”, you know that she means for you to keep going, after all if she didnt like it she’d just rip your face off like a baddie. With you propped up on a table, she stands between your spread thighs, gripping one softly while her other squeezes your waist. You slowly rub your clothed folds while she makes out with you. Only when she picks you up and sets you right in front of her is when you moan out with your face now tucked into her wet pussy. Her delicate hands softly playing with your hair as you eat her out, she’ll even return the favor and eat you out too if you make her squirt~

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Mr. Hugeface

Let’s be honest. He doesnt really know what your doing. He has no real intention on fucking you. Seriously, push him to the limit. Strip down completely naked in front of him he’ll just get confused and call you cute. A true pet relationship must I remind you little masochists. However, he may start to understand that your needy if you straight up finger yourself in front of him. If you behave, he’ll go out of his way to get you various ‘toys’ 

[08luvmailz]

𓇼 ME MISS YOU . . ਏਓ !

summary 𓍯 which he followed you because he missed you ꒰ 🧾 ꒱ fluffy life with husband

The eerie silence and the harsh wind whispers weaving through the cool night air, though it's only 5:30 in the afternoon. Crouching low, I fisted my hands through my victim's hair and chopped his head off as my breath steadied, eyes locked on the faint rustle of the bushes—a promising sign of tonight's catch.

It's been almost a year of this endless cycle, by day cuddling and having a blissful life with Mr. Crawling as you give him endless affection, or he will whine to death, and by night- killing humans to feed him. As your eyes wandered through your vision toward the unmoving dead body, your mind wavered toward your husband even though you weren't married officially.

You two are together and bonded by our souls, obeying you and listening to you even though there is a gap in speaking, never ceases to stun you every day. He waits at home, is always patient, and is always trusting. The thought of his joy warms you as you tighten your grip on your crowbar and knife.

Back at the apartment, it feels unbearable still. Mr. Crawling gazes through the door—waiting for your return. His fingers relentlessly tapped the tatami board as it echoed through the room. It's been almost an hour since she left him, she always does every day for him.

He still remembered her voice firming when she told him to stay.

He watches her moving to gather her things, his legs tucked close to his body. He knows her too well—the same command she gives every time. Stay. He doesn't think about it but wants more of her touch, only about the moment before her absence, and he clung to her as his large frame wrapped around her waist. He chirped in a low tone, full of worry and protest. His grip tightened slightly, enough to make his point without holding her back.

He pressed his face into your legs, his arms curling towards your leg, "stay" he told her as he snuggled to her, not wanting to let go, “ you’re so stubborn” she murmured, stroking his head. The gesture was a silent reassurance for him to stop worrying though she knew it wouldn't stop him from worrying.

She turns to face him as his face is still smothered to her thighs, his cold lips puckering into her skin. He doesn’t need words to tell her how he feels; the way he clings to her, his body trembles faintly, caught between his instinct to obey and his need to protect her.

As her warm fingers tangled into his hair, brushing it calmly, she told him, " Me back soon; I find food. " she promised, her voice softer now. “You don’t have to worry.”

With a final sigh, she gently pries him off, his cold finger reluctant to let go. “Stay here,” she says, her tone firmer now, though her heart aches at the look he gives her. He didn't move and obeyed her, as she smiled one last time and crouched to his level to kiss his forehead, " I'll be back soon. I Promise," She said one last time to open and lock the door, leaving him in a trance with determination to follow her.

He was hesitant to disobey her requests and always did, lowering his head in submission. But now, in the suffocating silence, he feels the weight of her absence like a stone in his chest. He tried to wait, his attempts to distract himself with television, watching shows that helped him understand her language more, but as soon as his face glimmered when he saw the heroine with her lover cuddling in a scene. It was no use. missing her so dearly that his pull to follow her was too strong, an instinct older than obedience.

She is his world, his reason, and the thought of her out there alone, facing whatever dangers the night might bring, fills him with unease. Even though he knew she was capable of handling herself well, killing those people for him joyed him. He knew she loved him as much as he loved her.

Making his decision wasn't easy for him, he knew he would face the consequences of her ignoring him though he shook his head, he wanted to see her, he needed her now.

He moves swiftly to the door. His movements are precise and quiet, the art of going unnoticed. He knows where she has gone—he’s watched her enough times at the window to remember the path she takes. He follows her scent, a trail as familiar to him as the rhythm of his footsteps. With every step, he feels her grace like a taut thread, pulling him closer to her.

Its darkness yawned wide like the mouth of a beast. He hesitates for a moment, hearing her voice in his mind, Stay. Wait for me. But he presses on.

He moved carefully, his body blending into the dark foliage as his fingers gripped the pole lamp. He saw her gripping tightly to her crowbar and massively hitting her victim, he watched in awe as pride swelled in his chest at the sight of her—strong, capable, everything he admires.

Though he knows the facade she's been growing through back there in his world, he saw her unreality in a tick of time, and by the hanging thread of webs-he had been with her, and he knew she was close to insanity. Was she close? Or she's already been insane nevertheless, he will always be there with her.

She didn't notice him at first, focused on the task ahead. But then a chitter of a familiar voice captivates your attention as you whip your head, your coat shadowing your expression of bloodlust to confusion. There he is, his head tilted with his adoring smile. She shook her head with a giggle, he never listened to her as she pointed him to get closer to him.

He lowered his body as his smile creeped out to his ear, he skitters toward her, his movements quick but careful as he came faster to her and clung to her lower body as his face smothered to her bloodied coat "I miss you, I love you. " he said with a chitter as his cold hands hold her bloodied ones and directly placed into his head.

You sighed in intent and ruffled his hair as you looked down and cupped his face with our bloodied hands "You didn't listen to me, But I forgive you. " You crouched to his level as his hands wandered to your body and cupped your face and smothered a messy kiss on your lips, his cold lips puckering your bottom lip leaving a chitter from him. "Me love you, " he told you as he came closer to your body, his large frame almost hugging your smaller ones. You giggled to him as you corrected his grammar, always forgetting the "I", " I love you, too. "

He chirps, leaning into her touch, his body vibrating with relief, he clung to her like a baby as his face looked at the bloodied streets. "Food?" He questioned her, as his hands never left hers. "Yeah, food for you. " As she pointed to the dead body beside them.

As she stands up to place the chopped meat in a plastic bag with blood, "Let's go home." her hands directing him to hold her, he stands up, his towering silhouette blending with the shadows of the city. His mind is clear, his resolve unshakable. He is with her, the love of his life, and with every consequence they will face, he knows she will be there with him as she is with him.

[7nuh]

MR. CRAWLING YANDERE HEADCANONS !

CW 𓂃 gn!reader, gaslighting, canon-typical violence

AN 𓂃 ik i said i'd have HCs for all of them but this ended up being too long so... 🧍‍♀️ also unedited bc i have an exam later ill be back to edit this later pls

Mr. Crawling is the protective type. He spends half of the entire game following you wherever you go and going through great lengths to protect you from the other residents of these cursed apartments. However, I can see how that protectiveness can get twisted in the long run when you remain completely helpless and unable to defend yourself. Mr. Crawling would have no choice but to step in and make decisions for you instead because he cannot afford to lose you just like that.

Out of all the homicipher men, mr. Crawling is the one who has the most respect for your choices and boundaries. He leaves when you tell him to, patiently guides you throughout this maze, and comforts you when you are upset— and he's never violent unless threatened.

Such a sweet and gentle guy would never hurt you intentionally. He loves you too much to hurt you.

That being said, though he'll never intentionally hurt you, he doesn't realize it whenever he's being possessive and suffocating you instead. After all, having wandered these halls for so long has desensitized him to violence and made him forget all his human memories. Simply put, his concept of love is warped in its own way. He doesn't understand nor remember how to healthily love another person by societal standards, but he (usually) means well.

He may not understand love but he knows one thing for sure— you're very precious to him. You're so full of life, so kind (to him), and so persistent to find your way home despite everything. Everyone else just kind of does their own thing around there... but you need him. You give him purpose and he's ready to give himself up for you in return.

But as much as he respects you, he knows you sometimes don't know any better. You almost got yourself killed multiple times despite his numerous warnings, and he's not confident you completely understand him just yet. So whenever he feels as though something got lost in translation, he won't hesitate to push you aside or cover for you in that instance. Thankfully, you can now regenerate your limbs.

You don't know any better. This sentiment becomes a mantra that repeats itself in his head over and over again. The two of you haven't made any significant progress on finding an exit, but you've almost died more than a dozen times by now. How are you supposed to survive without him?

What even is your home like? How can he be sure that you aren't going to get yourself killed over there too? Can he follow you there too to protect you? Can't you just stay here with him instead? Would that be so terrible? Of course he wants you to find whatever you're looking for...! it's just that...

The thought of losing you only intensifies his anxiety and over-protectiveness. Whether by departure or death, he cannot stand to be apart from you. Why are you so eager to leave this place anyway?

Mr. Crawling is gentle, but love can force him to be violent. He's not as cruel as the rest, but it doesn't mean he won't be when you're put in danger, especially when his possessiveness and overprotectiveness spiral out of control. He doesn't want to restrict you in any way because he loves and respects you too much to do that, but you just keep getting yourself in trouble. He overcompensates and goes overboard instead trying to protect you, even if it means killing someone.

And the thought of you moving on and forgetting him depresses him. He knows you had a life before this, but he wants a life with you in it. He'll be selfish just this once, but never again. He'll make sure you're safe here you so don't worry about that! Just don't leave him. Just stay with him, please.

It starts little by little. He starts telling you to rest more often and misleading you farther away from the elevator. Sometimes, when you tell him to leave you alone, he pretends not to understand you anymore. When he sees that dreaded green light from a distance, he tells you there is something malicious up ahead. In times like these, he's glad you're so blindly trusting of every word he says. It's difficult for him to watch your resolve break down, but it's for the best. When you're with him, you're safe and that all that's matters.

I can see some of the others like Ms. Bride and Mr. Silvair being in on it. Ms. Bride is very excited that her wedding garments will be used for their actual purpose this time whereas Mr. Silvair finds your unconventional relationship an interesting area of study. Whenever you find yourself 'lost' (escape from Mr. Crawling), they will redirect you back to him.

Eventually, you do give up. Maybe you even become more monstrous by the day and accept that you're better off here. He loved your persistence, but maybe he can show you giving up and that staying here isn't so bad. After all, you have him. He makes sure to be extra affectionate and cuddly after you give up <3

You'll learn to accept it, won't you? For him? Whatever's beyond those elevator doors can't possibly be better than being loved unconditionally and safe within his arms. You're even free to be yourself down here! You can be as violent as you want, and Mr. Crawling will happily watch you bludgeon someone to death on the sidelines with nothing but adoration.

Alternatively, if you do find your way home, he WILL follow you whether you like it or not. But if you don't want him there... well, do expect a few inconveniences. Whatever it takes to convince you to let him stay or to convince you to come back, really. Maybe like blood on the walls spelling 'me love you' and 'me miss you' or a cold pair of arms wrapping around your waist at night.

[lilacxquartz]

make you feel good;

mr. crawling x gn!reader

plot: after mr crawling showed you his affection, you decided to return the favour! — themes: (giving) oral, smut, no dialogue, mr. crawling being very flustered, headpats during — w.c: 600+ — a/n: this didn’t show up in the tags when i last posted, so we’re trying again 🫠 • masterlist

Mr. Crawling made you feel good all of the time, whether it was mentally or physically because of just how much he paid attention to you and your needs—so as you lay in bed with him—you had one single thought on your mind:

What if you made him feel just as good as he made you feel?

Mr. Crawling laid against you otherwise for the time being; with his body curled up right beside you on the bed you both slept on with an arm draped around you to hold you close. As you stirred however, he immediately seemed to wake up, as if always on alert to stick to your side in a way that could have bordered obsession.

And although he wasn’t particularly demanding, what with his main focus being you, it was quite clear that he was at least a little bit frustrated, so why wouldn’t you return the favour of all that he’s helped you through?

You slowly curled upright into a seated position, waking him up from his half-slumber in the process. His kind expression looked down at you through his bloodied eyes, leaving you wondering if he could see you at all, but given just how warm his presence seemed to be… then perhaps? Not giving it too much thought, however, you pushed those concerns aside and repositioned yourself to the ground—with your legs knelt over the floor—ready to spread his own apart and—

From the moment you uncovered his obvious arousal, your eyes locked onto his ever so slightly twitching length that trembled with anticipation. He didn’t turn you away as if excited, but did otherwise fidget, hinting at slight nervousness. You tried your best to soothe his worries otherwise, extending a hand to brush along his arm, finishing with a kind, comforting squeeze over his hand before moving down to the apex of his inner thighs.

Curiously, you took hold of his cock into your hand, your fingers wrapping around his girth like a coiled spring, immediately moving to guide yourself along in up-and-down motions. Mr. Crawling responded positively by chewing on his bottom lip as he stifled back a whimper, his hands clawing at the sheets from where he sat.

He then leaned back slightly, his elbows locking into a strained stance to balance himself with his chin tilting up in bliss. His moans quickly became more frequent, coming out in low guttural, gasping breaths the longer that you took care of him, with the rest of his body beginning to feel almost scalding hot—radiating onto you—making your face burn up, too.

Slowly, you took him in, although gently so that you could return the favour. As a result, he stilled, moving his one hand in an instant to rest atop your head. His fingers affectionately patted and massaged your scalp in the process as you worked your magic, sending him over the edge more quickly than you could ever imagine.

Mr. Crawling wasn’t going to last at this rate, that much was clear, which was especially evident by just how quickly he seemed unravel from the tingling sensation of your tongue running along his shaft—meeting with his sensitive tip—only to return to the intoxicating feeling of your mouth sucking on him again.

Feeling himself get close, Mr. Crawling then let slip a high-pitched gasp, watching you move with an awestruck expression written on his features before stilling into a barely controlled stutter—his entire body going tense just before thawing into complete and utter ecstasy. He gasped again as he painted the inside of your lips white with one final stiff movement, seeming to crack a smile once again. Finally, he seemed less rigid overall, perhaps even elated, especially and very likely because it was you who did this for him.

After a moment, you withdrew your lips from him and crawled back up to where he was, finding that he immediately scooped you up, squeezing you tight in his arms.

Both equally spent and exhausted, you felt your eyelids droop shut.

Feeling perfectly content that you were both even now at last.

[inkribs]

𝗮͟𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒓, mr. crawling x gn!reader.

safe for work. no necessary warnings. y/n/reader referred to as MC and uses they/them pronouns for ambiguity.

To live for somebody is the greatest undoing of oneself, Mr. Crawling learned as he admired the way MC’s lashes fluttered shut each night to sleep, or the way they fretted over his comfortability. It was undoing—MC, that is. It was so easy to let them into his life; he practically worshipped them. After all, who wouldn't? They showed them unconditional affection.

A loud giggle escaped the man who laid on MC's bed, comfortably snuggled with them beneath the sheets.

“Like you! Like you many/much!” Mr. Crawling confessed, like he did every night before MC drifted into the world of slumber.

But then, he didn't something much unexpected—a shy, gentle kiss was planted onto the curve of MC’s neck, causing their hair to stand with surprise.

“Mr. Crawling...?” they whispered, eyes wide just a bit before softening, and a reply in their shared language escaped them:

“Me like you too. Like you many/much.”

And MC soon fell asleep, heart soothed and a gentle smile on their lips.

LOTTiE :

just a simple warm-up for fic/drabble writing. hope you enjoyed 🤍

[teadari]

⋆˚࿔Reaction to Y/N’s Big Bust - Part 2 ⋆˚࿔

Mr. Crawling

The quiet, barely perceptible whispers of the wind and the faint echo of footsteps gliding over the dead stones of these labyrinths—silent as a secret of the past—dissolved, leaving behind an impression of strange harmony, close to a sense of blissful detachment from all the world's turmoil.

It seemed that in this whimsical hall of interconnections and transformations, you had found what earthly paths could not offer—a veil of mystery shrouding the truth.

But nothing tormented your mind anymore or rang with a torturous echo in your veins, for before you lay the door to freedom—a lift, appearing as if by the wave of an invisible hand, in the secluded corner of all these twists and futile attempts to gather your thoughts. Like fate, weary of hiding its face, it awaited you, forcing you to grasp the very essence of moving toward a goal long sought yet seemingly reluctant to meet you.

As soon as you realized that the exit, which for so long had seemed like a mirage, was real, your soul stirred with a trembling joy. Steps that had absorbed countless whispers and secrets of these grim labyrinths finally led you to the secluded door of the lift, as if conspiring with destiny—the tyrant of our lives.

Without pondering ambiguities, you reached out to this embodiment of freedom to slip into the welcoming embrace of homey comfort, your personal skyward haven, where worldly anxieties dissolve under the weight of sleep. And yet, already in the lift, realizing the beauty of the reality surrounding you, intertwined with forbidden truths, the worldly existence flowed like a river, merging extinguished lamps' light with the stirring shadows of the mind.

There, amidst the rattling of the lift, truth awakened like a breeze lifting the veil of memories—you were struck by a realization. Only then did you understand that he had been left among the forgotten, without the care of someone who could match his devotion.

Mr. Crawling, now abandoned and guarding you until the very end against the shadows, was no longer by your side. And in this sudden enlightenment of your inner world, the conscience sitting on your shoulder, raising its heavy accusations, unleashed upon you a criticism of the deepest strength. You condemned yourself to overwhelming grief, for by casting aside all of the past, even Mr. Crawling, you became a healed wanderer, invoking mercy in your numbness.

Tears, like counterfeit crystals, streamed down your face in hungry succession, raised toward the universe that might yet hear your pleas and return you to the shelter of the past. In this sorrow of sincerity, you strove with all your might to atone for your coldness in that final moment, transforming it into a quiet yet powerful promise.

In the moment when your soul embraced fear and despair, the lift, as if obeying an invisible command from above, reopened its doors—and before your eyes unfolded familiar corridors. It seemed that fate itself had decided to give a fallen heart another chance to rectify its mistake.

Succumbing to an uncontrollable inner impulse, you fell to your knees—like a penitent consumed by your emotions, torn by bitter tears and fervent prayers. The waxy tenderness and blissful coincidence in this moment perhaps encapsulated the most profound of mysterious, silent intertwinings, where gentleness and sorrow share one life, forming the essence of experience.

Through tear-filled eyes, you saw him—like a loyal dog, like Hachiko, Mr. Crawling patiently sat by the lift, as if waiting for your return. Turning your back on the worn walls and the cold fragments of the marble floor, you moved toward him, feeling a warmth of hope and reunion spread through your chest.

Let my pen then attempt to describe this touching and perhaps unique reunion, when the spark of your original connection reignited with an unexpected flash of light. Mr. Crawling, that incomparable and faithful companion, at first lifted his features in surprise, watching as you, in tears and sobs, crawled toward him. And then, without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to your chest like a long-lost and newly found friend, whispering only one heartfelt word: "Forgive me."

And you know, this being, devoid of human prejudices and bitter grievances, instantly accepted you, recognizing in this embrace not only guilt but also genuine repentance. Their sight—two beating hearts in unison—was a spiritual symphony of forgiveness; and Mr. Crawling, not a vile creature, more than quickly embraced you in return, found peace, and gently patted your head, repeating like a mantra his quiet "Pat… Pat."

The warmth of incredible tenderness enveloped you in that moment, rekindling in both of you a sense of compromise and a newfound awareness. And while the surrounding world, the unforgotten glow and light of the corridors, faded into the background, in the presence of this mutuality, you experienced a truth that transcends all human expressions: true selfless friendship and devotion, which, having passed through trials, illuminated both your future and present paths, uniting what seemed extinguished with a new spark of life.

As for his reaction, when his head, pressed against the place of your heart's warmth, felt your heartbeat, and his hair—dark as the night itself—shielded this moment from prying eyes, it is worth mentioning that, beneath the visual veil of this moment, his cheeks slightly flushed. For even in a world governed by the unseen and where logic often takes a backseat, something so natural occurs: reflection through touch, a timid yet inevitable feeling.

[randomfanner]

Storytime

A short fluff drabble of Mr. Crawling x My MC. No warnings

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“And so Artemis, Virgin Goddess of the hunt, enraged by the human man’s transgression upon her, turned him into a stag and sent him away. His hunting dogs chased after their former master determined to turn him into a meal. And thus ends the tale of Actaeon,” Anya finished recounting her story as she didn’t slow her walking pace through the concrete maze she had found herself trapped in.

Mr. Crawling seemed rather pleased with how the story ended, everwide smile not leaving his face and he let out a series of giggles at the ending. Anya knew he didn’t understand, after the first few tales she told she asked him if he had understood and he gave a very definite “No!”, but not understanding didn’t damper his enthusiasm.

And given how this world worked if he could understand he would probably still be giggling.

“Glad you enjoyed it, friend,” Anya said as she kept walking, sending him a big smile. She wasn’t sure what she would do if she had to wander these halls alone… so she was very glad he was fond of her stories. She began debating on which tale she would spout to herself next. 

She wasn’t just telling the stories to past time between traumatizing experiences, no, after the disturbing realization that she had trouble remembering her name, Anya had elected to try and remind herself of things from her world through telling the stories she had grown up with when she had long stretches of nothing walking. It was one way to attempt to keep sane and not lose her grip on what had been her old reality. It had mostly been fairytales, folktales and other shorter stories that she could remember most of the details of definitely. 

“Ah… mmmmmm,” Anya rubbed her chin. Was she… losing herself sooner than she assumed she would or was it simply a matter of having trouble coming up with stories on the spot? The former option made her stomach twist into knots.

There was still a great deal she didn’t remember, like how she got here exactly. Knowing how she got in could possibly help her know how to get out, but why couldn’t she remember? Her fists tightened as her eyes focused on the concrete ground. 

“Are you okay?” the phrase that not even two hours ago would have meant nothing to her was… easier than she would have liked to understand.  She looked at Mr. Crawling, his smile having dropped into a void like frown.

Anya took a moment to gather the words. “Yes, no distress,” it was a white lie accompanied by a fake smile. Mr. Crawling nodded  his head as they kept walking along.  She gave him the side eye and chuckled. “Any story requests?” she asked.

He stopped and stared at her, tilting his head to the side letting the waterfall of hair fall with the direction of his head. She could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure out what she had said to him. 

“Don’t worry about it too much, let’s keep going-” she kept walking.

“Beast-” 

Anya’s head snapped back around to face the crawling creature. “What?”

“Beast-” Mr.Crawling repeated the human word.

The gears in Anya’s head began to turn, recalling the last couple hours of stories she had told. She had used the word several times in her tales, enough times he could repeat the word… but the one where she used it the most was… “You want Beauty and the Beast?” Anya asked, mixing the two languages to complete the sentence in a way she hoped he would understand.

Mr. Crawling nodded his head enthusiastically, pointing at her. “Yes! Yes! You happy-”

Oh, how was it possible for a monster beyond her comprehension and understanding to be so goddamn cute???? 

She cracked a smile and reached down, slowly moving her head down to pat his head. “Ok then- Beauty and the Beast it is, then.” 

A series of joyous giggles left Mr. Crawling as he kept up pace, walking beside her as Anya cleared her throat.

“Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived an old merchant with three daughters and three sons-” 

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“Cruel affair” homicipher men when they realize another monster likes you

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Synopsis- like a reversed harem. I wouldn’t call it a love triangle necessarily !

Cw- mentions of possessiveness, fighting, marriage, unhealthy obsessions, stalking. Mentions of a chest? Not specifically feminine

Pairs- Mr. Scarletta and Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair and Mr. Chopped, Mr. Hood and Mr. Machete

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Mr. Crawling and Mr. Scarletta

❤️Mr. Scarletta obviously had his eyes on you way before Mr. Crawling and he reminds him of that often. He tries taking you and pointing while saying ‘mine first’

🖤Mr. Crawling is not scared of Mr. Scarletta. But he knows how obsessed Mr. Scarletta is with you and is afraid he can’t compete with him. So he often brings you gifts or tries to be more loving. He’s very clingy. So this only adds to it

❤️Mr. Scarletta, being delusional as always he believes that mr. Crawlings gifts and affections can only go so far because you two are in love. You will be together. You killed all for him, surely you wanna be with him forever right?

🖤Mr. Crawling actually gets more excited to find an exit because of Mr. Scarletta. He gets more eager to leave this world behind so you can just forget about all the other monsters and live peacefully with him.

❤️Mr. Scarletta is happy wherever you are but he likes the world you’re in because he can manipulate it a lot more than the real life world. Your significance of marriage means more in the paranormal world . But he’ll follow you to the ends of the earth if you wanted to.

🖤❤️they have fought a couple of times and each time Mr. Scarletta just disappeared just to reappear like a week later.

⤷if you choose mr. Crawling… Mr Scarletta isn’t ever gonna fully go away. Only if you went back to the real world would he leave your life completely..but you still feel like he’s somewhere there..

⤷if you choose Mr. Scarletta mr. Crawling would get super super sad. He felt even more betrayed because he taught you monster language and helped guide you through their world and then you picked Mr. Scarletta. Mr. Scarletta would be appreciative and get married immediately so he knows you could never leave.

⤷If you couldn’t pick…they would not be able to share you. They’re both clingy. Mr. Crawling physically and Mr. Scarletta emotionally. They need you there with them or else they freak out. They also don’t get the complexity of relationships in the polyamory scope so they just assume they need to keep fighting until you pick which one you want lol.

Mr. Silvair and Mr. Chopped

🤍I honestly think mr. Silvair is pretty possessive but he thinks of Mr. Chopped to not pose a threat. He thinks Mr. Chopped is well.. not enough to fully satisfy you. You will always need him to hold you when you sleep so you’re safe, or take care of you. As well as taking care of Mr. Chopped

🧡Mr. Chopped will always be super jealous of Mr. Silvair because he can touch you. He wants to pat you on the head, hold you while you sleep, kiss your face all over, too :(. Because of this Mr. Chopped is esp needy when Mr. Silvair is touchy. He demands to be held after Mr. Silvair touches you.

🤍I feel like Mr. Silvair would be insanely interested in the human world, especially health and things like that. He’s just so interested in humans and if he changed if he was for a long time or not. Mentally or physically. Mr. Chopped strikes me as someone who is scared of change but eventually warms up to it if u force him to come along. Plus he wouldn’t wanna be alone.

🧡Mr. Chopped is always trying to get your attention with being silly and trying to make you laugh. He’s desperate. He craves love and attention and is so jealous that he can’t just pick you up and take you away from everybody else. He needs to be constantly reminded that you do in fact like him.

🤍Mr. Silvair is observant. He understands Mr. Chopped is jealous of him being able to touch you and not have a reliance on somebody to carry him around. He finds it funny. But he makes sure Mr. Chopped gets head pats

⤷If you choose Mr. Silvair… Mr. Chopped would understand, he’s literally a head. He can’t fill your physical needs, he can’t be a proper lover to you. Thats fine. It just hurts him like hell. He hates seeing you and Mr. Silvair do everything he wants to do with you. Mr. Silvair is a good boyfriend but gets that Mr. Chopped hates seeing you two touch and yk..do couple stuff so he usually isn’t that affectionate when he’s around.

⤷if you choose…Mr. Chopped he would literally be so happy. He can’t hold you or kiss you without you helping him but you still choose him just because you like him?! Ugh he’s over the moon. Mr. Silvair never expected it, so he’d sulk silently for a pretty long time. You were the first person that he’s met in his ghost life that he was attracted to. That he really liked. But he knew that Mr. Chopped deserved some love.

⤷if you couldn’t choose… Mr. Chopped and Mr. Silvair are perfectly fine sharing. In fact they balance each other out quite well. Mr. Chopped makes you laugh super hard and Mr. Silvair gives you physical affection and is the seriousness out of you two. (If you’re a lil silly ˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) Mr. Chopped insists to be held all the time. Especially at night so while Mr. Silvair holds you, you hold Mr. Chopped who drools into your chest

Mr. Hood and Mr. Machete

🤎Mr. Hood isn’t possessive. He’s not insecure, he knows he’s good to you, and he also knows Mr. Machete is… Mr. Machete..

🩷Mr. Machete doesn’t react to kindly when he finds out somebody else likes the person he likes. He finds this out by seeing you walking with Mr. Hood and how Mr. Hood was incredibly gentle. I believe Mr. Machete is 100% a himbo but he is also incredibly jealous and possessive. Seeing another monster that close to you makes him mad.

🤎Mr. Hood knows that Mr. Machete can’t actually hurt him yk because he has no solid figure. He’s just black void with a cloak on. So I imagine Mr. Machete constantly trying to throw his weapon at Mr. Hood and only for it to go through and for him to make an aggravated noise and run away.

🩷Mr. Machete is like a dog/cat who brings you dead prey in able to impress you. He likes staking his claim like that. You’ll often be walking around just for Mr. Machete to come out of nowhere and place a dead corpse in front of you

🤎while Mr. Machete is all acts of services Mr. Hood is a heavenly combination of acts of services and words of affirmation. He praises you a lot. While Mr. Machete does the complete opposite because of how small and weak looking you are compared to him. Mr. Machete tries to imitate this but he literally can’t it’s not in his blood. He can throw out a few compliments here and there but they’re not as good as Mr. Hoods

⤷if you choose… Mr. Hood Mr. Machete would go full ghost on you. (Haha) out of anger and spite. He can’t just be friends with you after that damage to his ego. Mr. Hood would be an attentive boyfriend and make sure to always meet your needs, if you were hellbent on getting to that elevator he would help you. But if you wanted to stay he would stay with you. Similar to Mr. Crawling.

⤷if you choose…Mr. Machete Mr. Hood would not be able to comprehend that at all. But Mr. Machete would try to be good to you. If you pass out from exhaustion you’ll wake up on his huge back with his hands holding under your knees. If you get gravely injured he’s yelling at you calling you weak but he’s also not leaving your side, he’s hauling you wherever he is. I don’t think he would understand the human world and you would have to leave without him..but if you did he’d take your necklace or bracelet and leave it on him. He forgets a lot of things being in this world. But looking at a cute beaded bracelet or locket necklace he would immediately remember the human who captured his heart.

⤷if you couldn’t choose… Mr. Hood and Mr. Machete still comically fight over you. They also don’t understand polyamorous relationships and quite frankly could never even stand each other if they really tried. You’d have to alternate between them like divorced parents. If you went back to the human world Mr. Hood would likely be fine with a domestic life like that but Mr. Machete would never be able to. He’s too wild. He likes the thrill of fighting and killing. But he can also to a degree understand it’d be selfish keeping you there to rot and forget everything and eventually die. So he lets you go.

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Elevator Girl and Mr. Crawling

Her first stop on the route. Or more accurately, the first one to greet her as soon as the elevator doors opened. It really did never seem like he ever left that spot whenever she left. The Elevator Girl would've thought he would've considered sticking around Mr. Chopped and Mr. Silvair's area for safety reasons, or perhaps tagging along with Mr. Hood to try and help others in case there were other live humans down here.

But no, there he was, not even giving her a moment to greet him first before he immediately pounced on her. Despite him usually looking so small while he was crawling, the Elevator Girl knew all too well how much he loomed over her when standing up. This meant that his pounce practically pinned her to the back of the elevator, long lanky arms wrapped around her as he laughed giddily.

"You! You! I happy you return!" he joyfully announced as she laughed in response, gently patting on his shoulders. He truly was so adorable when he got like this. Still, she couldn't let him think she wasn't appreciative of his affection, so she gave him a quick, very tight squeeze around his mid-section before finally letting go to smile up at him.

"I know, I know! I happy see you again!" she giggled, gently pushing at his shoulder to motion for him to finally let her out of the elevator. Once he complied, she was able to wheel out her red wagon, filled with boxes upon boxes of items to be delivered to the various residents of the Ghost Apartments.

"You safe? You happy? Where go?" Mr. Crawling asked, tilting his head. Although she'd gone into the elevator and come back a few times before by now, he still wasn't completely sure of what this other place was that she was going to. Either way, he was always more than grateful that she was coming back to speak with him. More friendly faces and voices was always welcome in his book.

The Elevator Girl hummed in thought, trying to think of the best way to answer his question. Due to the highly restrictive nature of the language, certain concepts were still highly difficult to convey. Still, she thought herself clever enough to at least attempt to get the general gist across.

"Hmm... I safe. I happy. I go... 'object-give' room," she eventually settled on. How else would she describe her place of employment? It was a large delivery company, where she specifically worked at a fulfillment warehouse where all the various items that were being sold were packed up, sealed, and sorted to be delivered. "Lots, lots of object. I pick up object, lots of object. Give other people object." She blinked before grinning turning to rummage through the boxes to open one up. "Want to see object I give you?"

Mr. Crawling immediately gasped, pointing to himself as if in disbelief. "Give me object?" he clarified.

She giggled, "Correct, you."

It wasn't long before she pulled out a beautiful ornamental comb, topped off with an intricate fake blue flower on top. As she showed it to Mr. Crawling, he tilted his head slightly.

There was something oddly familiar about the object, but he just couldn't place it. He certainly couldn't name it. But if the Elevator Girl thought he'd like it, he would accept it graciously. After all, it wasn't every day he received a gift of any sort.

"Object...?" he asked quietly.

She smiled warmly at him with a light nod, walking up to him. "Cute object."

With that, she gently placed it in his hair, stepping back to admire the image. His hair was still a bit of a mess, but at least the blue flower seemed to make him seem a bit more handsome? Beautiful? She wasn't sure what the proper would for it would be. But there was one she knew he would understand.

"You cute," she giggled.

He immediately understood, laughing along with her in response.

"I cute! Thank you!"

The two laughed and enjoyed each other's company as she slowly started to walk down the halls, Mr. Crawling following not too far behind. Now for her to make her rounds to everyone she knew...

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[i90o3]

haii ><,, i read your pampering fic w mr crawling and i js. UGH. IM SO IN LOVEEEE 😭😭 do u do nsfw drabbles/fics 🤔 i read in ur rules you DO allow nsfw so,, could i request something nsfw abt a first time with him ><??

First Time.

context: First time with your pookie wookie bookie puppy bear.

Homicipher. mr crawling x reader. | Anypov…(?). NSFW | tw: ectoplasm c*m

Nsfw isn’t my strong suit but I have fun challenging myself, I do hope you enjoy this!

first time? ..confusing. And complicated. And clumsy. But oh.. does it feel so good.

It’s definitely a lot of build up over a couple months, like first soft pecks, then making out, slow and clumsy touches.

You have to guide his hands yourself until he gets the hang of it, but I think he’s a pretty quick learner. He’s def good with his hands (I actually think he says that in the game at some point) and his tongue.. (😜)

I’d say your on your bed making out, straddling his lap, your tongues in a heated battle with each other while his hand roams your body and his other hand is gently cupping your face. You’re starting to subtly grind against him, and he makes a chirping noise.

You can feel his erection against your thigh, and when you pull back to look at him, he’s smiling widely at you. He grabs you by the shoulders and switches your positions, pushing you down against the mattress while he hovers over you. He’s whining and chirping, rutting against your leg and wrapping his big arms around you, burying his face in to your chest. He’s so whiny and desperate for you, clawing at your clothes to try and get them off.

I saw someone say he’d be on the smaller side, but yall see how fucking tall that man is?? I def think he’s atleast 6 or 7 inches ..skinny, veiny, with a slight curve.

He’s chirping and making all sorts of noises when he finally sinks in to your wet heat, rutting so sloppily and clumsily. You jolt from how cold it is compared to your hot gummy walls, making you shiver. He has no idea really what he’s doing, but it just feels so good he can’t stop, can’t help himself. How you clench around him, how good it feels, its driving him insane. Burying his face in to your neck and wrapping his arms around you so tightly.

You can tell he’s getting close because he’s getting more vocal and his thrusts are getting even more sloppier (somehow), and you’re clawing at his back, whimpering and mewling. Your walls clench around him, milking his purple-tipped cock, cumming with a sharp cry. His hips stutter as you ride out your high, and he slips out of you, shooting his load on your tummy, rubbing his grey ectoplasm cum all over your soft skin, giggling maniacally.

After you clean yourselves up, you snuggle up to him, pulling the covers up around you both as he pats your head and you drift off to sleep on his arms.

11/11/2024. 9:38 am. @i90o3

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Hi! Is it okay if I ask for another homicipher fic? I just got all the endings, and I'm obsessed. What about Scarletta trying to be physically affectionate with MC after seeing how protective Mr. Crawling is with them (perhaps even secretly peeking/knowing how often the crawling man hugged you, you two petting or shaking each other's heads, and using the word "cute" on each other.) I need Scarletta jealous 🫣

⊱ Blood-stained Lips ⊰ || Mr. Scarletella X Reader

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Character(s): Mr. Scarletella (Homicipher/文字化化) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): Spoilers for Homicipher (MC’s Lore and Specifically Scarletella Rain Ending), Canon-typical Mentions of Violence (and Horror Elements), Mild Jealousy, Slightly Suggestive. Anything spoken in the other world’s language will be bolded. Genre: Drabble, Light Angst (Hurt/Comfort), Pre-established Romantic Relationship (It’s Complicated, honestly). Word Count: ~2,140 words Request: “Hi! Is it okay if I ask for another homicipher fic? I just got all the endings, and I'm obsessed. What about Scarletta trying to be physically affectionate with MC after seeing how protective Mr. Crawling is with them (perhaps even secretly peeking/knowing how often the crawling man hugged you, you two petting or shaking each other's heads, and using the word "cute" on each other.) I need Scarletta jealous 🫣” Author’s Note: Okay so, like… Mr. Scarletella is probably one of the more nerve-wracking characters for me to write for, but I absolutely adored this ask, so I gave writing him in drabble format a shot! (It’s also pretty funny how the fandom has unanimously agreed that Mr. Crawling and Mr. Scarletella would not get along and would be actively antagonistic toward each other lmao). I think his dynamic with the MC is fascinating… the whole parasocial relationship the two of them have going on throughout the game is such a unique choice (love the simp energy he gives off, too, since I wasn’t expecting that from his character haha). This ended up being kind of suggestive at the end?? Nothing too crazy or anything, just him being very happy about being able to touch you. Anyway, I hope this isn’t too OOC – enjoy! 

→ If you enjoyed my work, please reblog it if you can! Exposure on Tumblr is based on reblogging content rather than liking it, so your support would be much appreciated!  ♡

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Even though his memories had been forgotten, parts of himself and his identity erased after you successfully defeated him, Mr. Scarletella occasionally found himself thinking of moments he couldn’t even recall witnessing. 

In his mind, he sees you with another resident of the realm, their long black hair cascading down their form while their laugh echoes through an empty corridor. He sees their fingers threading through your hair, moving their hands up and down along your scalp, and tousling your locks… 

Mr. Scarletella hears your laughter fill the space, too. The sound is light and airy, and he finds his chest tightening at the hazy memory. It’s an uncomfortable feeling and certainly was not one he enjoyed experiencing. It almost felt like knives being shoved repeatedly into his torso, a stinging and aching sensation that spread throughout his entire body from a singular point.

Almost absentmindedly, his hand comes to rest on the left side of his chest, the side where a heart would be located if he possessed one like you did. Mr. Scarletella hears a gentle murmur interrupt his thoughts, a noise that cuts through the fog in his mind like a saw slicing through flesh and sinew. 

“You okay?” Your voice echoes, and his pitch-black eyes dart down to meet with yours. You’re holding a red umbrella – his very heart and soul – in your hands. Your hold isn’t painful, nor is it gentle. It was perfect, just like you, he thought to himself. 

Rain drips down the water-resistant material of the umbrella that was permanently stained a bright, bloody red, and it falls onto the clear rubber of your raincoat before sliding down your form. Both the umbrella and your coat effectively keep your body dry from the elements. Mr. Scarletella, on the other hand, was completely soaked, having no issue walking beside you while the rain clung to his clothing and chilled his skin.  

If he concentrated hard enough, he could feel the heat of your body spreading throughout his chest and warming his form from the inside out. Oh, how happy he would be if the small flame within him sparked into something more, forming a fiery inferno inside his body. Even if you were to burn him, set an uncontrollable blaze within him that only left an empty husk behind, he would be content.  

Your brows are furrowed while you crane your neck back to look at him, the sound of rain around the two of you, effectively breaking up the long stretch of silence. He was acting a bit strange today, you thought to yourself. While the man dressed in red was never really normal in the conventional sense, he was much more quiet today than usual. 

Mr. Scarletella’s gaze used to be immensely nervewracking, his hollow stare once being able to cause the hair on the back of your neck to stand on edge, but you had grown used to it after spending so much time together. The two of you were in your old realm, the one you left behind to stay in the other world. You were fairly close to the haunted apartments he used to call his home and the site where you would dump the bodies of anyone unfortunate to cross your path… The start of everything that led you to where you are now. 

“You quiet… What you thinking about?” You ask him, shifting the hold of the umbrella in your hand to the other. You hadn’t brought your weapon today, wanting to give Mr. Scarletella a chance to experience a “typical” date, one that didn’t consist of violence and murder for a change. However, he had been in a daze since the two of you arrived, and that was somewhat out of character for him. 

Shifting your stance to better face him, your feet sink slightly into the mud beneath you. You look down at your boot-clad feet and frown. While you had grown used to being in a constant state of uncleanliness since the other world didn’t have showers readily or easily available, it was still quite annoying to clean mud from the soles of your shoes. This was the type of mud that threatened to pull your shoe from your foot if you were to try tugging on it, but you pushed your frustration to the side to focus on the man in front of you. 

Mr. Scarletella hums and reaches his hand out to your head, placing his palm against your hair, and you freeze. Your hair sticks to his deathly cold hand, almost as if static electricity was coursing through his fingers. 

It was soft under his skin, your hair, yet he could feel that some knots had begun to form near the base of the strands. Then, he begins to rub his hand back and forth, effectively messing your hair up even more. Your mind blanks at his sudden movement, the action reminding you of Mr. Crawling.

“Why… you touch me?” You ask, staring up at him as the rain begins to fall even harder, your grip on the umbrella in your hand tightening around the handle. The rain was so heavy that you could barely see into the distance, the horizon completely covered in a thick, gray mist. A sudden gust of wind blew Mr. Scarletella’s red hair, and within his usually hollow eyes swirled something you had never seen within them before. 

It reminded you of a storm rolling in across the ocean waves, a variety of emotions spiraling within his ashen irises. His hand never once leaves your body, instead sliding down the side of your head to cup your cheek in his palm. Whenever he touched you, it felt like TV static against your flesh, and you could see white-and-black dots begin to dance across your vision as a light hum filled your ears. 

Mr. Scarletella’s flesh is cold, and it reminds you of a corpse the chill his touch leaves in its wake. His head tilts to one side and he whispers to you, his voice barely audible above the rain crashing around you, “I want you – want to touch you.” 

Before you can even speak or formulate a response to his words, he quickly pulls his hand away from your skin. It felt like you had burnt him, yet he found himself not minding the stinging sensation that danced across his flesh. His hand dropped lifelessly to his side before he muttered an apologetic, “Sorry. Shouldn’t have touched you.”

After taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you shake your head and tell him, “...You okay,” before turning on your heel to walk away. You glance at him over your shoulder, his form becoming further soaked from the storm. It was kind of amusing, you thought, seeing such a previously powerful entity look like a stray, sopping-wet cat. 

Eventually, you gesture for him to come with one hand, the order of, “Follow me.” coming out of your lips, loud enough for him to hear.

He teleports to you before you can even finish your sentence, staring down at you with those unnerving eyes of his as he waits to see where you want to go. A huff of air forces its way out of your nose, chuckling at his obedience before you lightly graze his hand with your nails. It’s strange touching him, his form more like an illusion than a body made of flesh and blood. 

The two of you make your way across the waterlogged fields and flooded, muddy roads. Your footsteps splash in the puddles beneath you as you walk while Mr. Scarletella moves without making a single noise, merely a ghost in this world. Soon, however, the abandoned apartments come into view, and you lead him inside the old concrete structure. 

You pause as soon as your feet make contact with the cracked floor of the building, making sure that you can’t hear the sound of another living being within the hollow corridors. You close the umbrella when nothing catches your attention, making sure to shake it a few times to try and remove the raindrops that have accumulated on its surface. You watch as the water falls to the ground, making small, dark grey circles on the concrete. 

Looking over your shoulder, you watch as Mr. Scarletella watches you in return while holding the umbrella, waiting patiently for you to say something as a shiver runs down his spine. His hands that were hanging at his sides were closed, and he was clenching and unclenching his fingers almost like he was fighting the urge to place his palms against your skin once more.  

You can’t help but chuckle at his demeanor, placing the now-closed umbrella down so it was leaning against the wall. You do the same, leaning back on the wall before you hold your arms out to him, saying with a small smirk, “You can touch me.”

You jumped slightly at the speed at which he appeared in front of you. His body hunched over yours while he watched your expression intently, his black eyes partially hidden behind the thick curtain of red hair that cast shadows across his sickly complexion. Mr. Scarletella places his palm on your head, telling you smoothly, “Thank you.”

One of his hands begins to tentatively pat your skull while he enjoys the feeling of your hair against his palm. Then, his other hand soon joins, and you close your eyes while you allow him to pat you like a dog. It felt a bit demeaning in a way, but also strangely comforting, and it reminded you of one of the friendliest residents of the other world you had met. 

Your eyes flutter shut almost out of habit, allowing the man in front of you to enjoy the rare moment with you. His hands started out resting against the top and sides of your head, the movement of palms against your hair causing it to become messy and sticking up because of the static he created. 

Then, they tentatively travel to your face, cupping your cheeks before he brushes his thumbs underneath your eyes. You jolt a bit when his cold hand brushes against your neck, swallowing harshly when you feel him trace a finger down your SCM. Your breathing hitches while he explores your skin, and your teeth dig harshly into your bottom lip in response. 

Then, you feel his touch pause, and Mr. Scarletella whispers against your neck, the pad of his thumb swiping against your lips, “...blood.” 

“Oh, uh…” You open your eyes and look at him, seeing the way he’s staring up at you while his face remains close to your jugular. Your hand goes up to your lips, and you wince when you feel the soreness. When you pull your fingers away from your mouth, you see the blood that clings to them. Geez, you didn’t think you had bit your lip that hard. 

You tell Mr. Scarletella, patting his head much like how he had been doing with you, “I’m okay. Don’t stop.”

He smiles widely and lights up at your words. Suddenly, he grabs your face and hastily presses his lips to yours. Your eyes grow at the sudden act, and a strangled noise leaves your throat. It wasn’t a bad noise, per se, you just hadn’t been expecting that from him. Typically, he waited until you permitted him to do that... He must have been too excited to hold back this time around.

You were speechless when he pulled away from you, noticing your blood that was now smeared across his lips. He licks it away, his tongue peeking out from behind his lips before he asks you, “...You happy?”

You can’t help but laugh at his question, reaching up to place your hand on his head while your giggles echo throughout the empty hallways, patting him softly. Mr. Scarletella’s smile falters while he focuses on the feeling of your touch, on burning the memory of your expression and the sweet sound of your laughter into his mind. It made him feel strange knowing he was the one making you react in such a way, but it was good.

He wanted to do it more. 

“Yes, I happy. You cute.” You reply, smiling warmly at him while he stares at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. 

“I like you.” He says, sounding almost breathless as his body hunches over more, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck while his hands explore the rest of your body, stroking and touching and petting you. Mr. Scarletella didn’t want this moment to end. 

You chuckle as his breath fans against your skin, telling him gently as you feel his fingers work out any knots in your hair, “I know.” 

“I like you, I like you, I like you…” He murmurs against your flesh, “I love you.”

[gay-dorito-dust]

Masterlist 3

Masterlist 2

Masterlist 4

more, more and more Gravity Falls (cuz I reached the limit…) (closed cuz I lost interest)

Ford unknowingly gets asked out on a date by reader

Ford finds out that reader has kept his room clean and well kept for his wellbeing

Ford gets a new tattoo

Possession series continued from masterlist 2

Reader claps back at Ford

Reader sits on Ford’s (or Stan’s) lap

Part two of Ford and Stan’s childhood friend whom they fall for

Ford and reader have crushes on one another, things happen and reader kisses his cheek.

Monster falls au- reader preens Ford and Stan’s wings for them

Ford has a flashback about bill and reader tries to comfort him

Stan and Ford w/ a s/o who had/has a stalker

Ford helps reader study

Things that make Ford feel appreciated

Agatha all along (closed just cuz)

Agatha and Rio both fighting over reader

Agatha convincing reader -who had a crush on her- to join her on the Witches road

Rio Drabble

More Dc/batfam stuff

Batboys with a s/o with abnormal strength

Jason and dick when their s/o shoved their face into their tiddies

Spooky time

Crawling under the batboys hoodies and cuddling their chests

Sleeping under their hoodies during patrol

Batboys reaction to their small partner hiding in a cupboard or a box like a cat.

Reader wearing their clothes and hugging them

Reacting to reader who tells them their partner forgot an important event

Batfam meet the ghost reader

Jason drab

Jason hdc

Werewolf!Jason things

Dick w/ a touch starved and shy s/o

Vampire dick Grayson drab

Jason with a shy/ touch starved s/o

Reader loves Viktor an unhealthy amount

Reader gives them a crochet item

Reader brother zones them

Batfam fluff

Batfam gets caught watching edits of their celebrity partner

Batfam and their partner who has nipple piercings

Damian Wayne fluff

Bat boys realise that they’re in love with their friend

Arcane

Viktor

Hurt/comfort fic

Fluff to deal with act two ending

The hexcore likes reader

Viktor fluff

Viktor relationship hdc

Isn’t it tiresome

It’s you, despite everything it’s still you

Dragging him away from work to prevent him from overworking himself to death.

Homicipher

Mr crawling

I will kill for you fluff

More mr crawling fluff

Bundles of blankets aplenty

Mr crawling things

Mr crawling letting reader cling onto him after the whole Mr Stitch incident.

Love and deepspace

Sylus

Reader hugging him and pulling away cuz they felt his muscles

Late night studies

Sitting on his lap

Love letter dash

Confession

Being told I love you

Wanting nothing but to sit in his lap

Asking permission for affection

Clingy koala bear in sleep

The type of man he is

Kissing his forehead

More sylus stuff

Zayne

Reader hugging him and pulling away cuz they felt his muscles

Late night studies

Sitting on his lap

Kissing his scars

Love letter dash

Zayne having a thing for you on top and more

Being told I love you

Asking permission for affection

Rafayel

Beef with a fish

All the boys

Cat boy shit pt 1

Do they bite back (yes, they do)

[7nuh]

🪸 MASTERLIST 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆝 𓆡

HOMICIPHER . . . 𓈒𓏸‪‪

mr. crawling

yandere headcanons

mr. silvair

yandere drabble

mr. scarletella

soon...

TWISTED WONDERLAND . . . 𓈒𓏸‪‪

⌗ heartslabyul

ace trappola

"was it 'casual' when...?" headcanons

deuce spade

"was it 'casual' when...?" headcanons

cater diamond

trey clover

riddle rosehearts

⌗ savanaclaw

jack howl

"was it 'casual' when...?" headcanons

ruggie bucchie

leona kingscholar

⌗ octavinelle

floyd leech

jade leech

azul ashengrotto

⌗ scarabia

kalim al-asim

jamil viper

⌗ pomefiore

epel felmier

"was it 'casual' when...?" headcanons

rook hunt

vil schoenheit

⌗ ignihyde

idia shroud

⌗ diasomnia

sebek zigvolt

"was it 'casual' when...?" headcanons

silver

lilia vanrouge

malleus draconia