#mrchopped

[cyberpchela]

tw/cw blood and meat! preparing morning breakfast

[nana-mania]

"PAIN FORGET?" he helps you forget your pain..

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : mr. chopped

࿐*ೃ fandom : homicipher

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, fluff to nsfw

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : nsfw content ahead!

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ THE weight on your stomach woke you, along with the faint sensation of something wet trickling through your shirt. Groggy from days of fever, you blinked away your sleepiness. Your throat ached, and your limbs felt like lead, but none of that mattered when you opened your eyes and found yourself face-to-face with a familiar sight.

Mr. Chopped was set on your tummy, his round head tilted forward, and—oh. He was crying. Actual tears streamed down his cheeks, his hair slightly dishevelled, as though he'd been too distraught to fix it before coming here.

“Ah-” he wailed dramatically, his voice high-pitched as if relieved. “You wake—” His lips trembled, and he broke into loud, theatrical sobs. “Miss you!”

“Mr. Chopped?” Your voice came out hoarse. You reached up to rub your eyes, as though that might make the absurd sight before you make more sense. But no—he was still there, his tiny form as vibrant and unsettling as ever. “How...you come up?”

Instead of answering, he scooted closer—well, as much as a head sitting on your stomach could scoot—and nudged his face against your hand. His skin was cool to the touch, smooth but eerily lifelike, and the sensation made you shiver. “You left me!” he accused, voice muffled by another sniffle. “Gone long. Me worried..”

“I—I was sick,” you croaked, still processing the situation. Your hand instinctively moved to cradle his face, lifting him from your stomach. “I’m sorry. Never want worry you.”

His eyes gleamed with tears as he stared up at you. “I cried, a lot. Many nights. Miss you so much.” He sniffled again, dramatic as ever, and buried his face in your chest.

You hesitated for a moment before hugging him close. The weight of his head in your arms was bizarre—heavy, yet not quite solid. His hair tickled your chin as you murmured, “I’m here now. I’m fine.”

“Don't leave again. Me sad.” he demanded, pulling back just enough to glare at you.

“I promise,” you said softly, stroking his hair to soothe him. “Me won't leave you. But.. how you come here?”

He sniffed, then brightened. “White hair help.” He grinned proudly, the motion somehow unsettling without a neck to support it. “He kind. Ask me, take care of you.”

“Mr. Silvair?” You smiled. You forgot how oddly close these two were.

“No more white hair. Me, only me here!” Mr. Chopped interrupted, puffing up his cheeks since you were smiling while thinking of Mr. Silvair.

You bit back a laugh at his sudden shift in mood. “Why? Jealous?”

“Yes. I want comfort from you.”

Smiling despite yourself, you brushed your thumb against his cheek. His skin felt startlingly real. “Alright, Mr. Chopped. How make you happy?”

His eyes widened, glinting with childlike delight. “Oh, oh!” He leaned in, practically pressing his face to yours. “Head pets, kisses, carry me— anything!”

You laughed. “Demanding as always.” Though, you couldn’t help but oblige, pulling him close once more. His hair was soft beneath your fingers, a startling contrast to the macabre reality of his existence. You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, murmuring, “Sorry for worry you.”

For a moment, he melted against you, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss. But then he wriggled again, his lips pulling into a pout. “Not enough. More, more.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What more?”

He huffed, his cheeks puffing out. "Kiss - Here.” He tilted his head—literally—toward you, puckering up his lips.

You hesitated, unsure whether to laugh or sigh. But the earnestness in his gaze—however absurd—made your decision for you. With a soft chuckle, you leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his lips. They were unexpectedly warm, softer than you expected, and the sensation left you both amused and slightly flustered.

When you pulled back, his entire face was flushed, his eyes wide with giddy delight. “Perfect! Me, so happy!” he squealed.

“I'm glad,” you said, watching him affectionately.

You set Mr. Chopped down back to your lap, grinning from ear to ear. “You feel better?" The question caught you off guard, his inquisitive gaze locking onto yours.

You nodded, but a wry smile tugged at your lips. “Still tired, though.” 

He stayed quiet for a moment, his expression shifting as if deep in thought. Then, out of nowhere, a mischievous smirk curled onto his lips—a grin that sent a jolt of both intrigue and caution through you. 

“Me, can help. Pain forget.” he declared, his tone playful yet laced with an odd seriousness that made you raise an eyebrow. 

“Forget...?” you echoed, blinking at him. “What do you mean?” 

His smirk widened, and he shifted in your lap, his round frame wobbling slightly as he leaned closer. “Trust me.” His voice was sing-song, a hint of giddiness creeping into it. “Spread legs.” 

The request made you freeze, heat rushing to your cheeks. “What?” 

“You heard!” he chirped, tilting his head with an almost innocent air, though his grin betrayed him. “Spread legs. Trust.” 

Caught between embarrassment and curiosity, you could guess what he was planning but kept quiet. Finally, with a shy nod, you shifted on the bed, moving your legs slightly apart. 

“There,” you said. “But...what are you—” 

He had positioned himself between your legs so his face was directly in front of you; your heat especially. His grin widened. 

“You trust me,” he said, his tone oddly sweet. “Good. Now...relax.” 

Your pulse quickened as you watched him. Mr. Chopped ripped apart your panties with his teeth, eating the fabric in process. You gasped when the cold air brushed against your sensitive folds.

"Ah- hah-" you covered your mouth in embarrassment as you felt a tongue caressing your clit. Tilting your head up, you stared at the ceiling, face heating up. 

Mr. Chopped was too curious and adventurous for his own good. The first time he discovered he could pleasure you despite lacking a body, he took every chance he could to fulfill his sinful desire.

"Mhm," the noise escaped your mouth, fingers tangling in his locks. He chuckled, enjoying the noise you made because of him. He nibbled on your clit, making you bit back a moan.

"Taste good," Mr. Chopped murmured in fascination. "You taste good. Want taste you everyday."

"Everyday is a bit-- Oh, God." You were unable to finish your sentence as his tongue already entered your wet folds, your slick walls clenching around him. He hummed when you bucked up your hips, desperate for more from him.

"Please, I can't." You begged, tears rolling down your face. "More, more."

The wet sounds of him eating you out echoed in the room, so loud that it turned you on, making it harder for you to control yourself. You could feel the climax nearing close. Gripping his hair, you moaned loudly before experiencing your release, fluid oozing out of you.

Mr. Chopped hummed in delightfulness, drinking your fluid to his heart's content (as if he had one). He pulled out his tongue, giving your clit one quick kiss before he tilted his head up, staring at you with his cute eyes.

"Pain forget?" He asked excitedly, like a puppy expecting a praise or reward. You managed a smile after you calmed down, cupping the back of his head and nodded. "Yeah, thanks."

"I'm glad!" His smile brightened, imaginary flowers floating around his head. You chuckled, ruffling his hair that was surprisingly soft and silky, despite the condition you both lived in.

"You love me?"

"Always, love you."

"Yay!"

Picking up Mr. Chopped, he nuzzled his face in your chest, blissfulness evident in the purr escaping his lips

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[aztaraxia]

Mr. Chopped cutieee!!!

[eternallost]

[wisterila]

Ok now, what ending am I missing? Does this ending even exist??? Help???

[yukuofficial]

I love Mr. gap and Mr.chopped's facial expressions so much like HAHAHHAAH they're so funny istg

[yunosweetheartxoxo]

I LOVE THEM ♡♡♡♡♡♡

[riyafreekyree]

Now you two are happy

Why does twt ignore my posts....

[adrieliu]

BABY BOY | Animation (Homicipher)

[pla-v-illgame]

【文字化化】主人公ちゃん & 長鉈男 / fanart

主人公ちゃん & 長鉈男

ifの出会い。 もしも主人公ちゃんが小さいまま長鉈男と出会ったら…

Heroine & Mr.Machete If the heroine meets Mr. Machete while she is small…

＿人人人人人＿ ＞　battle!!　＜ ￣Y^Y^Y^Y￣

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[cyberpchela]

[omanxl1]

FULL VINYL | All 45s Hiphop Mix set | 1an (Sour inc.)

Digital Crate Digging Continues as we proceed and continue with this O-Dog Day Party celebrating life. This is the Terrible / Terrific Tuesday edition, so called because things can go either way so how are you living in the midst of the toil and strife.. ..that goes on like this saga  / struggle that continues; but in the midst of the ongoing madness from Atlanta to over in Israel / The Gaza…

[unodaystudio]

Homicipher Doodle #2 You deserve everything, MrChopped 📷

[m0o0nsmile98]

Homicipher🖤

#m0o0n_smile #homicipher #mrcrawling #mrscarletella #mrstich #mrmatchete #mrsilver #mrhood #mrchopped #MC #procreate

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[verrecart]

It’s my birthday today and I felt like re-sharing a handful of my older artworks that I’m still proud of! 🎉🎉🎉

As well as that though, there’s also something else I want to share that I feel is overdue. I’ve been considering a rebrand of sorts for a long time now and figured my birthday was a fitting time to move forward with it. Sorry in advance for the incoming wall of text 😅

From today, I’ll be going by VerrecArt online, or just Verrec for short. This is in relation to my real life self and feels like a more natural direction to take things.

“MrChop” is an abbreviation of an old username that felt appropriate at the time I took it on but I’ve since felt less and less of a connection to it as time has gone on. Which is why I’ve been looking to switch to something more personal.

I’m sure many people can attest to how difficult it can be to establish and embrace an identity. I feel that an online presence is really no different from an extension of that identity and I’ve been putting a lot of thought towards mine.

Expressing myself through art over the years has helped me process things about myself that I may not have otherwise. It has helped me gain an ever growing appreciation for art in all its forms and the importance of protecting it, especially now, but that’s a whole other conversation for another day.

If you’ve gotten this far, thank you for taking the time to read my rambling. If you’ve been following me for a while (either here or another platform) or have just found and liked/commented on some of my art in general, thank you so much! I greatly appreciate your support and encouragement and I look forward to sharing more in the future! 🙏💜

If you’d like to check out my other pages, I’d love to see you there 💜

[bandcampfire]

Mr. Chop - Sounds From The Cave

Sounds From The Cave EP by Mr. Chop