How Do You Do, You Like Me And And I Like You 🎶😼

haii ><,, could you write something for literally any homicipher character.. im starving for homicipher x reader content 😭😭😭

First kiss.

context: post blissful ending. You kiss, mwah.

Homicipher. mr crawling x reader. | Anypov. Fluff.

First time writing an anything in 2 years, bear with me I might be rusty. Didn’t really know what to write for this one so it’s a little short. Also I had to rewrite this so I hope there’s no mistakes,,

lowkey forgot * don’t italic words on this app..

For some reason, having this..entity here with you after escaping from the ‘other world’ ..isn’t bad. No one else can see him—which is honestly a bonus—and you have to concentrate really hard to see him… but it’s better than nothing. Honestly, he’s such a puppy..In a kind of disturbing way? The way he just follows you around, chirps and giggles, does his best to protect you. It’s adorable, really.

The first time this strange, attraction, hit you was when he pulled you down and crawled on top of you, sufficiently hiding you from Mr. Scarletella. And it only grew throughout your time in the ‘other world.’ Progressing as he kept protecting you, helping you.

You heard Mr. Crawling chirp, pulling you out of your daze. You glanced up at him, smiling, and he smiled back. (even if it was a little creepy..) Your hand hesitantly reached out, trailing your fingers up his arm, and then to his face. You tentatively brush your knuckles against his cheek, brushing his hair aside slightly. He looks at you, (does he even have eyes??), a little caught off guard by the action. As if he hasn’t been touched so tenderly before.

You start to wonder what his lips would feel like against yours as you stare at him intently. He stares back at you, oblivious to your thoughts. You wonder if there’s a word for ‘kiss’ in his language. But the language barrier between you two never really stopped you before. You point to your lips, and then you point to his lips, trying to get your intentions across. He smiles, but tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, as if saying: “what? I need a demonstration.”

*who knew entities could be such teases?*

But..then again, who are you to deny such an adorable face like him? You gently reach out, cupping his face in both your hands, rubbing his grayish pale cheekbones, guiding him closer to you. Your breaths mingle, lips barely inches apart, just brushing against each other before your eyes flutter close and you finally press your lips to his. The kiss was a little clumsy and fleeting, seeing as he didn’t know what he was doing, but sweet nonetheless.

When you finally pull away, he tried to eagerly chase your lips, his signature giggle falling past his lips. Seems like you’ve spoiled him, because now he doesn’t want to stop kissing you.

11:08 pm. 11/02/2024. @i90o3

LUCA PREFER WHITE ROSES OVER RED

Solitude over socialising (even tho he is a friendly guy)

A bright moon night over hazy one

And think people with dreams are imaginative

Ok .. can we marry now I passed the test??

game 10 silly doodles

— REDAMANCY ★ !!

Topic: Homicipher

Characters; Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair, Mr. Machete, Mr. Hood, Mr. Stitch.

Synopsis; general NSFW headcanons

Warnings: little/lack of dialogue, established relationships, Fem!reader!, corruption kink, oral kink, blood kink, vaginal penetration, biting, rough housing, somnophilia, marking, groping, sadism, masochism, dacryphilia, hair pulling. Soft sex, I'm a little bit in denial.

MR. CRAWLING is probably the more innocent type. Not the type where you have to baby him, but he doesn't strike as the type to automatically know what to do. So, when you attempt to initiate anything with him.. well. He definitely looks clueless as to what your doing untill you explain it to him. He's literally just happy to be there so whatever you ask of him will happen. He has the biggest soft spot for you so the second time that you initiate something with him, he's all over you like a young pup reunited with it's owner.

Probably doesn't know what he's entirely doing. He doesn't have any sense of rhythm, more of a rutting than anything. He's sliding his cock into you so sloppily and desperate that you have to hold onto the plush fabric of the bedding beneath you from how rough he is. He doesn't mean to be rough but he just loves you so much that he can't help himself. Poor fella, doesn't realize how big he is either in more than one way. His hands are cupping your face and he's trying to kiss you all over and it's just so muching going on at once.

MR. CRAWLING who finds himself between your thighs at the crack of fucking dawn. You're a little concerned on if he slept at all but then again, you can hardly think when crawling is lapping at your quivering pussy as if it's the best meal that he's had in decades. His wet tongue sliding between your velvety soft folds, his nose nudging at your puffy clit. "Crawling, it's 6 am–" you let out a hiss when his tongue manages to find your soft bundle of nerves. Your head falls back against the pillow, sleepily. This was certainly a way to be woken up. Honestly, you teach a dog a new trick and they abuse it to death.

His arms wrap around your thighs, hooking them open so you can't close them. His silky black locks cascading over his face and shoulders. You arch when his tongue slips into your hole, whimpering. He's insatiable, always pawing at your legs and asking if he can eat you out. You've denied him up untill this point in which you can't deny him any longer. You should've expected that at some pointed, he'd try and pull something like this. But at least you're awake for work. Your hips stutter as you feel your orgasm approaching, innards coiling and bubbling hotly. All you can do is chew your lower lip and submit to his whims. Tries to use his gown for aftercare.

MR. SILVAIR is undoubtedly one of most sadistic of the bunch. He doesn't let you have it as easily as Mr. Crawling. No, he wants you to beg for it and even then, he doesn't quite show any mercy. He'll lay you back on one of his beds and sit beside your naked figure. Two of his slender and long fingers pushing into your wet heat, pads pressing into your soft walls. He traces patterns, memorizing every bump and ridge, ever spot that makes you keen and buck with want. He doesn't need sight to know that you're making the cutest expression right now. His fingers scissor, stretching your walls with intentions of preparing you for himself.

"Still." He whispers, focusing on finding the spot that'll have you seeing stars and it doesn't take long for him to find it. Neither does it take long for him to abuse it. Grinding his digits down against that sensitive spot until your clawing at his arms for a moment of respite amidst the agonizing pleasure. "Wait, j-just let me–" You're sharply cut off when you feel his fingers curl against that sweet ridge that elicts a stuttery cry from your lips. He simply chuckles, his lips curl triumphantly as he repeats the motion untill your soft pussy is gushing around his slick fingers.

Mr. Silvair is a big creature. Unlike Mr. Crawling, he knows his weight and doesn't want to risk crushing you, so this is a case where you find yourself atop of him. His large hands gripping your thighs as he grinds his cock upwards, stretching your straining hole. He hears the way your breathing is doubled and labored, your nails clawing at his arms, chest or whatever you can anchor yourself on. You meet him, teary-eyed as you push down against his large cock. "Ok?" His silky deep voice murmurs, but you know him well and you know that him asking that is less genuine and more mocking. You can't find the energy to reply with anything more than a weepy whine.

a sudden, particularly deep stroke causes the tip of his thick length to drag along your walls. It's enough to send you over the edges mewling as your pussy clamps down onto his cock as you cum. He can't help but bully you, not when your so cute and compliant. All for him. He'll continue to fuck you through your orgasm untill your starting to get a little overstimulated and even then, he'll continue to roll his hips as you flinch and whine whenever he even grazes your hypersensitive nub. Decent enough to get you a towel for aftercare.

MR. MACHETE is actually the meanest of the bunch because when he fucks you, there isn't a single thought in his head. He's selfishly chasing his own orgasm. He's definitely more of a backshot type of person, will kill Mr. Big face times and times over just to be able to slide his large cock into your pussy from behind. His hands gripping your hips as he bends you over a surface to violently pound into your sobbing cunt. You can barely move underneath his gigantic form, all you can do is snivel and whimper as your sticky walls are split open from how rough he barrels his cock into you. He's a fiend and finds himself rewarding his successful kills with your tight cunt.

His hands will occasionally grope and squeeze at your thighs or ass because he likes the noise you make when he surprises you. If he's feeling particularly euphoric than he'll land a strike on your ass cheek. "Weak." He'll snarl in your ear with a malevolent smile on his lips. He's so fucking brutish, you're coming out of this either paralyzed or lightly bruished and with him his hips are ramming against you, it's way too early to tell.

MR. MACHETE likes a fight. He loves, literally fucking loves wrestling you for a spot between your legs. Don't take this in a non-con way, because he doesn't force himself on you, but he does enjoy winning when you try to resist him a little. Perhaps, he's initiating in a very open space and your trying to convince him to let you find a room first? Oh, yeah. The feeling of overpowering you goes straight to his cock. The moment you finally give in causes his cock to chub against the fabric around his waist. Good luck getting him off you once you let him inside. He gets distinctively belligerent with other monsters when he's sheathed inside of your cunt.

As if it's their fault for his lack of surrounding awareness. You're beyond embarrassed when Mr. Crawling finally finds you locked in a mating press with him because he doesn't know the definition of "get a room." The amount of times other creatures have walked in on you and you've had to stop him from hurling his weapon at them while also trying to stay clearheaded because of how deep his chub is buried inside you feels like an achievement to be proud of. Because it happens, a lot. Doesn't do any sort of aftercare, pulls out and continues life.

MR. HOOD isn't like the animals stated above. He's not a fucking fiend who just pounces on you any kind of way, whenever he wants and because he feels like it. He actually feels like a softer dom, based off how he treats you in the game. He's literally so careful with you. Does the most prep because he doesn't want to hurt you, he's very open-opinionated in which, he will ask when or if you're ready rather than simply assuming it. He's also very patient and doesn't mind doing it the right way. He'll start with his fingers, fingering your wet hole while his thumb focuses on pressuring your clit. He has a small, noticeable obsession with feeling the way your clit puffs up and your cunt begins to get wetter. Don't shame him for it.

You can't help but melt when one of his hands cradle your face while the other open squeezing your doughy thigh and keeps it open for him to slowly push the head of his slick cock into your pussy. He pauses, watching for any signs of pain or discomfort then proceeds to slow and careful inch himself deeper. He has enough self control to not just slam into you.. yet.

MR. HOOD doesn't make a lot of noise during sex. He doesn't growl or snarl like Machete, or hum like Silvair and neither does he doggy pant like Crawling. He doesn't make much noise, and even when he does, your ears have to be tuned in enough to hear it. Each dip into your pussy elicts a soft breath from him. He'll rub his fingers through your folds to find your clit and lightly pinch it. He feels very experimental, because this is definitely more of an act of service towards you rather than an indulgence for him. Not to say it doesn't feel good because it does.

He's holding onto to such little restrain, trying hard not to just push you thighs to your knees and grind his cock into your pussy any which way. No, he's better than that. But, if you give him permission to be a bit rougher than he'll indulge without hesitation. He'll start to breath heavier as he rolls his hips against your more deliberately. He'll go deeper, plunging himself into your messy hole untill your babbling for him to be gentler. Better than everyone at aftercare, actually helps you.

MR. STITCH is actually as evil as a dom can be. His whims are literally his leash. He will grope, suck, fuck, pinch, bite and strike you as he pleases. You're not coming out of this unscathed. Half of the warning tags above are just him ALONE. He's so bratty and entitled, hates when you fight back or try to top him because he's delusionally inclined to dominate you and use you as a ragdoll. Similar to Mr. Crawling, he doesn't thrust but rather rut into you. He's more speed than strength, so his chubbed dick is sliding into your velvety delicate cunt frantically. He pins you on your back with one hand gripping both of your hands and his other one tugging your nipples, flicking your clit, pinching your thigh.

Laughs at you when you weep about how rough that he's being. He's so fucking mean, he'll bring you to edge of a climax and pull out and force your climax to fade. Ruins at least 4 orgasms for you before you finally get to cum. Don't bother begging because that doesn't work on him.

MR. STITCH is very messy. Call him Mr. Freaky because he'll cum on the folds of your drooling pussy and smear it without a care in the world of if your overstimulated or exhausted. He'll beg to cum on your tits and do it before you can even answer. He'll cum between your tight walls and throw a fit if you try to get clean yourself out. He's so annoying but you can't help loving him. Loves the way you yelp or whine when he bites your nipples, it isn't terribly hard but it Is VERY unexpected. Gives you trust issues because you never know what he's about to do next. Put him under a microscope and study him, please. Because he's a new species of BRAT.

You have to be a serious masochist to enjoy what this freak is dishing out. He's such a sick and twisted freak, I need him. if you aren't wet enough for him then he'll spread your folds and spit on your clenching hole, uses his fingers to spread it. Don't let his head between your legs, he'll nip at your bed. His aftercare is nonexistent, probably THROWS the towel at you. He's so evil, bro fuck this guy. I hate this guy. (I need him.)

11/12/2024 © Friedpaolo. please do not translate, modify or repost any of my work on any platform, or claim any of it as your own.

he tastes like apple juice and peach

Ganji does his best to rescue you against Fools Gold, in the end failing to do so despite his determination. you, on the other hand, focus on something a little sweeter.

genre: soft angst(?) with ganji, tho it ends fluffy !

(sorry if it's bad, this was written on a whim)

a howl and thunk of a ball crashing against the hip of Fools Gold brings you back to reality, especially when you're dropped and a head of fluffy black hair rounds the corner.

he's yelling words you can't understand, blood and your own heartbeat clogging the ability to hear, but you get the gist when he slams another ball into the hunter and mouths 'GO'.

a shiny portal stands a bit away, ganji trying to guide you and simultaneously protect you towards it. the opportunity arises when william, the forward, crashes into Fools Gold, communicating something towards ganji, whose hand situates itself by your hip, trying his best to tug you along.

he tries and fails to say something again before, seemingly letting out a curse; his dirty gloves are quick to grasp the sides of your face, crashing his chapped lips against your bloody ones.

before you can even utter a word, he shoves you through the portal, fiona priming the cipher on the other side before she let's go to heal you.

the exhaustion subsides while she helps you back up, whispering a command to head to the door in preparation for the pop; which you follow obediently.

in the end, it comes to a tie, you and william getting downed, trying to open the back gate, launching back to the manor with tired smiles and blood-soaked skin.

when awakened, you realize ganji sits besides your bed in your room, his now gloveless hand holding yours.

he only moves when you give his hand a squeeze and croak out a greeting. "save your strength." he grunts back, thumbing the now clean skin of your hand.

though you only respond by dragging his hand up to your lips, pressing a light kiss to the inner wrist; smiling at his cheeks growing pink.

"what was that for?" he grumbles but doesn't pull away, instead bring both his own hands to grasp yours, returning the favor by shyly peppering his own kisses along your skin.

"you started it. just wanted to get the shared feeling across." you hum, quietly giggling at his puppy faced look.

"thank you for protecting me, ganji."

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coloured this page from chapter 11

a fragile-hearted monster & a warm beautiful soul