Hoodie/Brian NSFW Hc's

Hoodie/Brian NSFW hc's

Thighs. Choke him with them. Thigh jobs. 100% Will switch, but likes to be dom He whimpers on bottom Groans on top Very vocal Too good with his mouth Likes to receive or give head Fine with either Will worship you Rough or gentle Pull his hair Cute ass happy trail Limited hair Trims hair often Pull his fucking hair. Can go for four rounds at most Likes being caught He wouldn't prefer it but doesn't mind if it happens He sees it as showing you off Will not share Possessive You are getting dicked down if he's mad You wanna walk to the kitchen? Crutches. Hates wearing his mask in bed. Likes any position he can pull your hair or see your face. Squeeze his head with your thighs when he eats you out Look him in the eyes as he cums ask over your face He can and will be milked Loves having his hands tied to the headboard or somewhere he can't use them Call him names He doesn't care as long as it's with you Aftercare

Jane the Killer head canons and scenarios

Is good friends with clockwork, E.J, and Liu: The four of them sat in the room, muffled voices and hushed laughter seeping into the hallway, but only loud enough to make out the sounds. Pushing the door open, a small light flooded into your view, allowing you to see the figures. E.J. towered over the rest as Jane and Natalie stood next to each other, whispering things to one another, and Liu was trying to read. 

She has AT LEAST one thing in common with Liu: They both stood at the door of the one man who ruined them. One, his brother, a boy betrayed by blood. The other, a childhood crush, a girl fooled by him. It was time to get their revenge, even if it killed them.

Does mushrooms in the forest: Her eyes were covered by the black of her pupil; it was dilated. "Are you okay?" Clockwork inquired. Jane nodded, smiling.

Will make you cry: "You're worthless, and even if you weren't, you still wouldn't know how to show it, you dumb fucking cunt. God, you're so fucking idiotic!" she snapped. Tears welled in your eyes, streaking down your red cheeks. "Crybaby,"

Knows your weak spot: She looked at you while you cried. "I told you he didn't want you,"

Manipulative: "Go tell Slender that you want McDonald's, okay? Tell him that you want it."

Tea drinker: She placed the porcelain cup back down on the table, sighing. Her mask shifted down back over her lips, "What are you d-drinking?" Toby inquired. She cleared her throat, adjusting her mask once again. "Tea,"

Very proper: "Me and Jack are-" Clockwork began. "Fix your fucking grammar." Jane snapped, scoffing. "I hate you, Jane." Natalie retorted. "I'm aware,"

Tall as fuck: She towered over you, her finger raised to your face. "You are not going to disrespect me," she warned. "Or what?" you retorted. Standing from her crouching position, she grew even taller. "Punishment."

Stilettos: The click of her heels sounded dangerously through the hallway. "Come out come out wherever you are~" she cooed, her head blindly ducking into the room adjacent to yours. "Found you."

Wears corsets: "(Y/n), could you do me a favor and tie this?" she asked. You hummed lightly; a yes. Tying the strings of her corset, you watched as she adjusted herself and slipped on her heels. "Thank you," she muttered.

Good with her hands: Fixing the last piece of his braid, she finally let Liu go. "There," she sighed. "Thank you?" he said, turning his head to examine the work. "Do you like it?" you inquired, adjusting yourself on the couch across the room. "You're good with your hand, I guess,"

(NOT PROOFREAD; I'M SORRY IT'S BAD)

Apathetic-Wounded

You shook your head, disbelief flooding through you. "No." You denied. He nodded. "Yes." He retorted. He shoved past you again, leaning down once he reached you. "It's nice to see you up close, (y/n)." He muttered, exiting.

With a surge of confidence, or sheer stupidity, - likely the latter -, you grabbed his wrist. He turned around. "What do you want?" You snapped.

He laughed, but it was horrifyingly gravely and deep, and you didn't know what to make of it. With a strong grip on his wrist, him staring you down, and your face like a deer in headlights, he laughed.

Moving his hand to his pocket, he pulled something out. It was shimmery and sleek grey; there was a click sound, and the safety was off his gun. He did it skilfully, one handed. He tapped the cold barrel against the underneath of your chin.

You let go before he could say anything, though, you doubted he would've. "You're welcome. " he said. You held your breath, stepping back into your room as he left, somewhere out of sight.

There was no sound. Not the opening of closing of a door, not the jingle of keys. But after a moment, there was one: the sound of the kettle going off. You slowly entered the kitchen, skin crawling and heart thumping so violently against your ribs.

There was a mug, a foot away from the cabinet with the rest of the mugs. The sugar rested next to it. The spoon was on the sugars lid. And there was a teabag already in the cup.

The kettle continued to screech until you placed it on the other burner. Sitting against the counter top, you recalled the notes and the strangely sweet things.

Once again, there was a note. This time, it read,"Sorry for the scare!" In big, black ink. You sighed, thinking of what he could want. If he wanted money, then he was in the wrong place.

But he'd have to know that. He knew how you liked your coffee. What else could he truly want? Your mind flickered, and you needed to check on your mother. Dashing to her room, you quietly opened the door, only to find her awake, playing on her phone.

"Did you hear anything?" You asked, attempting to hide the absolute fear and panic that was sure to be lacing your voice. She shook her head, gaze returning to the screen of her phone.

You bolted out of her room, gently shutting the door, of course, and searched the rest of the house. After countless times of checking the rooms, you returned to yours, but not after making sure everything was locked.

After plopping on the bed, you shut your eyes, praying to wake up and have it all be a dream. But it wasn't, and you couldn't wake up from real life. Your phone buzzed lightly on the foot of your bed, and you picked it up, glancing at the screen.

It was a new message, but from a string of random numbers. This person wasn't in your contacts. You unlocked your phone, checking to see what it says. "Call the cops; I dare you!" It read.

Your heart sunk in your chest, a thundering headache splintering through your head. tears pricked at your eyes, streaming down your cheeks and falling onto the floor. "Fuck," you muttered. As you buried your face in the pillow, a scream shot out of your burning throat, being muffled by the soft fabric. "I can't do this," you thought.

Your mind scrambled, thoughts rushing back again and again to what they could want. But finally, it came back to the one possibility. You. They could want you. 

Masterlist

About me

Apathetic- One two

Sally Face- First time Porn Pref Church boy- One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Final

Ben Drowned- Creeps with animals NSFW hc's Creeps favorite drinks Icky hc's Nice gestures Nicknames hc's

Jeff the Killer- Creeps with animals One shot (NSFW) Headcanons (SFW) Getting cheated on Headcanons (NSFW) Creeps favorite drinks Icky hc's Nice gestures Nicknames hc's

Eyeless Jack- Headcanons (SFW) Headcanons (NSFW) Creeps favorite drink Icky hc's Nicknames hc's

Helen/Bloody Painter- Head canons (SFW) Headcanons (NSFW) Creeps favorite drinks Icky hc's Nice gestures Nicknames hc's

'Ticci' Toby- Headcanons (SFW) Headcanons (NSFW) Creeps favorite drinks Icky hc's Nice gestures

Jane the Killer- Scenarios/Headcanons Headcanons (NSFW) Creeps favorite drinks

Masky/Tim- Headcanons (SFW) Headcanons (NSFW) Creeps with animals Scenarios Creeps favorite drinks Icky hc's Nice gestures Nicknames hc's

Hoodie/Brian- Headcanons (SFW) Headcanons (NSFW) Alphabet Creeps with animals Apathetic- one two Creeps favorite drinks Icky hc's Nice gestures Nicknames hc's

Homicidal Liu- One shot Creeps favorite drinks Nice gestures Nicknames hc's

everymanHYBRID everymanHYBRID- Icky hc's

John Doe Headcanons (SFW)

(I THINK THIS IS IT BUT IDK) (WILL BE UPDATED AFTER EVERY LIKE TWO POSTS)

Jane t.K NSFW hc's

Gentle No toys Her mouth and fingers are enough, right? Will leave a trail of roses abs candles to the room Buys you lingerie Won't take off too much of her clothes because she's insecure of her burns You encouraged her and bite she lets you bite her and mark up all her burn scars She refuses to take off the wig, though Did get nails into you when she feels good Very quiet but loves your sounds Aftercare consists of cleaning you and cuddles

Jeff t.K NSFW hc's

Knife play Smacks the ever-loving shit out of you Marks you Carves his name or initials into your thighs or back, sometimes your ass Hand jobs Will make you beg Prefers to recieve head Edge lord (two in one joke) Will not let you cum That, or he'll overstimulate Spits in you or on you Says shut like "you're such a good fucking slut for me," or "Take it, whore, I know that you can" Can and will fuck you anywhere He especially loves doing it when yall can get caught Hickeys and bite marks