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

Bloody Painter/Helen Otis NSFW hc's

Groaning and loud ass breathing Any position Sensual Will take his time Loves stuffing you full with cum Isn't into giving oral Isn't into recieving, either He likes things slow and calm If you do give him head, then it's foreplay And only foreplay But he does like the look you give him while he's face fucking you, though Can be rough Prefers to be gentle Finds sex to be an art Art takes time He will try and has tried everything with you Not much of a sex drive without you Doesn't like to solo masterbate Somnophilia Might beg Has big puppy eyes when he wants to try something Owns handcuffs They are black and soft Says things like "Your body is so beautiful, " or "Let me fucking fill you up," bc he just slays like that Orgasm. Control Whether it's overstim or edging, he has control Unless you're domming Will cry is you edge him too much Almost no hair Does have a serial killer fucking happy trail It's his hair color

Eyeless Jack NSFW hc's

Literally studied anatomy Uses his tongues Mf knows how to- Any hole Only in a safe place Like his room, your room, your house, cabin in the woods bc this motherfucket goes through heat Breeding kink Cum till your leaking Stamina Belly bulge Will press on the bulge so he can feel himself inside of you So much stamina Has to prep you Uses tongues for prep Knows his length Girth Like, the size of a fucking monster can And the length of a very big shampoo bottle (idk) Talks so sweet smile he's breaching your fucking womb Wants kids Milk him. Scratch him He bites Week make you scream Whimper, groan, loud breathing You have to have a safe word He marks you Says things like "Gonna breed you do fucking good," or "want me to fill you up? Wreck you till you can't walk?" But he won't degrade you. Only whisper how good you take him, how tight you are, and how you're his and only his. Aftercare consists of cleaning you up, making sure you're okay, and holding you.

Jeff the Killer Oneshot

I clicked off my TV, tossing my remote on my bed as I headed to the bathroom. I stripped down, stepping into the scalding water. I washed my hair, scrubbed my body, and got out, wrapping a towel around my body.

Once I stepped into my room, I changed into my bedclothes, ones that would at least provide some help to resist the sweltering heat of summer. I struggled to put my bra on my wet body, sliding it on and clipping it once I was dry enough.

I threw on a thin, baggy shirt and shorts. Once I finished, I set on my bed, sweating. I checked my phone, seeing a new message from a close friend of mine.

It was a news article; a picture of a ghost white man with long brown hair and a permanent smile carved into his fair skin. His eyes were a menacing blue. I watched the video, understanding that he was a serial killer on the loose.

I learned about his technique.

The wind blew my hair around as I opened my window in a sad attempt to cook my hot room. I walked back to my bed, collapsing into the sheets. I lay uncomfortably on my bed, rising and turning in the heat. Eventually, I slipped off my shirt, leaving me in my bra and shorts.

I allowed my eyes to flutter closed, slowly drifting off to sleep.

I woke up to a stinging pain between my thighs. As I tried to sit up, I realized that my neck was restrained. I squirmed, trying to free myself. My voice caught in my throat as my hands and asked struggled against my sheets, too.

Tears began to streak down my face, falling off my cheeks, and ending up on my pillow. My breath hitched as a white face greets me. "Hello, " it cooed. I couldn't speak.

His skin was ghost white like he'd been drained competent of his blood; two piercing blue eyes stared at me; long black hair covered his shoulders; a long grin was engraved into his face; he wore a white hoodie stained with deep crimson blood-- blood that had now dried and lightened in color--

"I'm talking to you," it snapped. "Hi," I whispered. "That's better," it praised. Two piercing blue eyes stared into mine, reading into my soul. I looked down at my thighs, the stinging pain yet to dwindle.

Noticing my divided attention, he followed my gaze. "Oh, do you like my work?' He laughed. I nodded, scared of what he would do if I said no. He pulled a silver, glistening knife up, rotating it. "Isn't that pretty?" He whispered. "Yes, very pretty," I agreed.

"Do you know who I am?"

I nodded.

"That's good."

His stained fingers made their way up to y neck, giving it a light squeeze. "So do you know what I'm going to do to you?" He muttered. I nodded lightly, allowing the horrifying reality to sink in. Pressing the sharp blade to my neck, he smiled impossibly wider.

Raising the knife above his head, he prepared to plunge it into my chest, but I couldn't key that happen. "Wait! I'll do anything, please, don't kill me!" I begged. "Anything!"

"Anything?" He teased. I nodded viciously, struggling against his restraints. Leaning up to whisper in my ear, "Then make me feel good, baby," his breath fell against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

His hands trailed down my neck, resting on my thinly covered breast. He pressed a sloppy kiss to my collarbone with chapped lips. Climbing up to sit on my chest. His hands planted firmly on my shoulders.

Unzipping his black skinny jeans, he partly revealed his white boxers. I could see his boner restricting against the fabric, and it turned me on even more. I smashed my thighs together, earning little satisfaction.

Putting his face closer to my neck, he placed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to my neck, leaving behind deep purple and red bruises. "You ready to be a good slut for me?" He whispered.

"I'm so ready," I said, almost whimpering at the need growing in my stomach. "That's good," he cooed. Pulling his boxers down, his length began to slowly spring up. My mouth watered.

It leaked with pre as he tantalizingly stroked himself. Placing his tip at my lips, I opened my mouth, allowing him to insert himself. His veiny hands gripped my headboard as he slowly thrust.

I gagged slightly as his hips faltered when pushing into my mouth, but didn't stop sucking. He pulled out of my mouth, snapping his hips back into my face. I gagged on his dick as he violently face-fucked me, making me moan and vibrate his dick in my mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned. His fingers tangled in my hair as he bruised the neck of my throat. I felt his cock twitch in my mouth, and he soon filled it with his cum. "Good girl," he praised.

"Swallow." He demanded. I did as he did, swallowing his load. Cum and spit dripped from my bottom lip, quickly being wiped away by the man's finger. "You're too sweet to let go to waste, " he muttered, but not to me.

He shambled off me, settling himself between my legs. Propped on his knees, hands on my hips, he pulled my shorts down. Taunting my entrance with his finger, he slipped it up and down my folds; I tensed at his cold touch but eased up as he went.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked, excitement flooding his crystal blue eyes. I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek. His finger moved back to my entrance, using my wet as lubricant to slip in.

I winced as a burning feeling became slightly more prominent, but faded as he slowly pumped. I let out a soft moan as he inserted a second finger. My back arched up as his speed increased.

"Oh, mm-" I moaned, snapping my eyes closed. His fingers scissored and curled, making my hands clamp. "F-fuck!" I whined. "You like that, you little slut?" He hissed. "Yeah, oh, fuck. I love it-" I answered.

"You're such a little whore for me, aren't you? Letting me finger you and sucking on my dick so good; what a good girl."

As my orgasm washed over me, my legs shook, and my lips parted as I knitted my brows together. Releasing onto his hand, he pulled up his sticky fingers, spreading them to watch the cum stretch.

He put the wet fingers in his mouth, licking then clean. "You taste good," he commented, smearing his spit-covered fingers on the inside of my thigh, making the stinging pain return.

"Will you untie me?" I begged. "I wanna ride you so fucking bad-" he slapped me across the face. "You do what Isay, got it?" He spat. "Yes, sir, " I swallowed thickly.

He placed his tip at my entrance, both hands on each side of my head. "You're gonna take my dick so fucking good, 'kay? That tight little pussy is good grip me so fucking good."

He slammed into me; I clamped my hands, and tears streaked down my face and into my pillow. He thrust into me relentlessly, spit falling from his mouth. "Oh, your pussy's so fucking tight-" he moaned, grimacing.

My back arched as I came, releasing onto his dick. My walls clenched around him, making him cum deep inside me. "That's right; I'm filling you up so fuckin' good. And you love it, don't you?"

I nodded.

He pulled away, taking his knife and cutting my restraints. As he backed to my window, he left with one final message.

"I'm not done with you,"

Creeps favorite drinks

Jeff- Just drinks a shit ton of energy drinks and soda. Like, he drinks at least three monsters a week but still has okay teeth. Well, as 'okay' as they can be while you're a homicidal young adult. (aesthetic warning) His favorite flavors are the original, aussie lemonade, pipeline punch, and orange dreamsicle

E.J-Water. He can only drink water because it's one of the very few things that still taste good to him. Most things that he used to eat and drink aren't the same (they have a bad taste now) and he can eat them but won't.

Liu-Tea, probably. Tea with sugar, lots of sugar, but no milk. He says it tastes the same with or without milk.

Helen/Bloody Painter-Water and tea. Coffee every once in a while, but that's only a palate cleanser for when he's getting burnt out, and he won't finish it. His water has to be freezing and his tea scorching. (same bro)

Jane-Secretly likes Alani energy drinks but feels like it's something she has in common with Jeff, so she hides her guilty pleasure. Only drinks water.

L.J-Apple juice, the 'Little Hug' fruit barrel drinks, blood of children, chocolate milk, lemonade, etc. Just really childish, innocent drinks that a young kid would drink.

Brian/Hoodie-Black coffee and milk. He's weird, okay? Is it really that bad to drink milk by itself? Exactly. He might also drink some protein shakes if he's feeling exotic.

Tim/Masky-Once again, black coffee and black tea. HE'S WEIRD. He's just a funky little dude, okay? A funky little dude with homicidal tendencies that could kill you and would without a second thought, okay? Alright. Has one of those coffee pots that you can set the timer for, so it makes it at a special time for him.

BEN-Technically, doesn't need to drink anything, but he drinks energy drinks and protein shakes because he likes how they taste. Also, drinks so many energy drinks that they don't give him energy anymore, and he says he 'drinks them for the flavor'. lmao same

Toby-Chocolate milk. He loves chocolate milk because it makes him feel more innocent like he never had a fucked childhood. It just hits DiFfErEnT,

Homicidal Liu

"Get out." He snapped. "What?" I whispered. "Get out, you fucking whore!" He screamed. "No! We do this every fucking day, so I need you to listen!" I protested.

He picked up his knife, slinging it at me from across the room. It missed barely; a warning. "Fuck you, Jeffery!" I yelled, storming out of the room.

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After three hours of waiting, I saw a figure approaching the mansion. "Finally," I teased. My eyes were still red from the tears and my face was wet. "Jeff?" He questioned, taking a seat next to me on the ground. Without my answer, he put his an around me.

"Liu, he told me he fucked Nina last night," I admitted. "He did what?" Liu snapped. "No, don't. It's okay, " I assured. "Did he cut you?" He inquired. "He tried."

I looked up at him; his breath fell softly against my face. Slowly, I moved up, pressing my lips softly on his. They were chapped and cracked but felt so nice. "Will you help get back at him with me?" I teased.

"If that means what I think it means, then yes." He joked. I pecked him again, grabbing his hand to guide him as I walked inside the mansion. Once we reached the room, I pushed him into the bed, not bothering to lock the door.

I wanted to get caught.

I smashed my lips against his greedily, eager for the feeling of his warmth on mine. Straddling his chest, I gripped his shoulders, exploring his mouth with my tongue.

He grabbed my waist, flipping us over so he was on top. "Didn't mean to mislead you, but I'm the top here, darling," he chuckled. His lips met the skin of my neck, bruising it deeply as he sucked and kissed.

I tangled my fingers in his brunette hair, squeezing slightly as he found a very nice spot. "That's just what I was looking for," he taunted. He abused the sweet spot, making me clamp my fingers.

As he treaded lower with the kisses, he reached the waistband of my shorts. He pulled the fabric down with his teeth, leaving me in a big hoodie and underwear. His fingers slipped my underwear to the side.

I shivered at the coldness of his touch, earning a silent laugh. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yeah, yeah. Go ahead-" My sentence was cut short by his thumb rubbing my clit. "Mm," I moaned.

He continued rubbing my clit as his other hand's fingers slowly slid into me. I moaned, arching my back as he abused my spots. I soon came, releasing onto his fingers. He lifted his sticky fingers up, spreading them to watch the cum stretch.

His fingers went to his mouth, and he licked them clean, smearing the spit on my thighs. "You're a very good girl, you know that, right?" He asked. "Mhm, yeah," I whispered.

As he unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down, he revealed his size. My eyes widened, and Liu took notice. "An I bigger than him?" He teased. I nodded. Sliding his shirt over his head, he tossed it and his scarf onto the floor carelessly.

Placing his reddened, leaking tip at my entrance, his hands trailed up my torso, resting on my breast, while the other wrapped gently around my neck. "Are you ready to take my cock, honey?" He squeezed my thigh reassuringly.

"Yes, sir," I answered. Slowly, he pushed in, making me moan and arch my back. His fingers intertwined with mine, and he allowed me to adjust before he began to slowly pump.

"Fuck, Liu-" I choked, clawing at his torso. "What? Am I hurting you?" He asked, brows knitted. "Oh, God, no. It feels so fucking good-" I cried. He sighed, thrusting faster.

His cock hit my G-spot and I nearly screamed. His fingers were cold and rough, but touched so softly against my skin, rubbing circles into my hips as I cried out his name. "Liu!" I screamed.

"I'm close-" I whimpered. "Cum for me, honey," he smiled. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him down to me, smashing my lips against his, moaning into the kiss.

He lifted himself back up, tossing his head back, brunette hair sticking to his face. Drool fell from my mouth, coating my cheek. Liu's eyes met mine again, and he smiled stupidly. "You're so fucking sexy under me; fucking hell." He moaned.

I cried out loudly as my orgasm washed over me. "Oh, fuck, I love you so much, Liu!" I yelled, shaking beneath him. My hands clawed at his torso, leaving little red lines.

He smiled, squeezing my thighs, as he came inside of me. Just then, the door swung open, revealing a feral-looking Jeff. "You fucking slut!" He screamed.

Liu pulled out of me, fixing himself, before charging at Jeff. Pinning him to the ground, Liu lifted his knife above his head.

"Sweetheart, go ahead and leave; I'll come and get you in a minute!"