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Masterlist

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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)

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

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!"

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.

I returned to my dorm, dreading the thought of dealing with Michael and his dumbass attitude. I walked in and set my books on the kitchen counter and then walked to the fridge. I grabbed a beer and sat on the couch. 

A door to the side of me creaked open and I let out a deep sigh, "Here we go again." I thought. He rolled his eyes and grabbed the last beer from the fridge. "Damnit, Michael! Was that the last beer?!" I yelled. 

He nodded and gave a shit-eating smirk while opening the beer and chugging it. He finished the beer and crumbled it; he threw it at me and chuckled. "Michael, you dick!" I yelled. He flipped me off and went back to his room. 

After about an hour of letting my anger bubble up, I decided to go retaliate. I got up and went to his door. I pushed it open and then I stopped. All he had was a towel around his waist. I felt my face get hot and a shiver go down my spine. He smirked.

"What are you staring at?" he asked, walking closer. "I uh-" 

I just stuttered out some words and sounds, trying to keep my composure. I couldn't. I mean looking at him I just felt something. His sun-kissed skin was dripping with hot water and his hair stuck to his face. His toned stomach was exposed, and his lower half was covered by a thin piece of cloth. I subconsciously bit my lip. 

He was right in front of me. He bent down, "Staring isn't polite, darling." he taunted. I just nodded and looked him up and down. "What did I just say?" he rhetorically asked, taking my hands and pinning them to the wall. "D-don't stare..." I answered. "Good girl..." he praised. 

He lowered his head and put it to my neck. "I want everyone to see how you submit so well to me."

He began to kiss and suck on my neck, leaving dark purple bruises all over. I let out a small whine and he slid his hand up to my neck and squeezed it; it left a red mark. He moved his lips from my neck to mine and began to kiss me. He pulled away for a second, regaining his breath, and then went right back. 

"You're so beautiful." he praised. I let out another small whine and began to claw into his back. He let out a groan and this made me crazy. He lifted me and carried me to his bed. He threw me down and crawled on top. "So pretty...pretty...pretty...pretty..." he repeated. He stopped kissing me and lifted his head. 

He stood up and walked to his dresser, he opened it and pulled out a collar. It was black and had metallically purple spikes. He came back over and put it on my neck, it was constricting. I whimpered again. "Too tight?" I nodded. He loosened the collar and buckled it one last time. 

He took his hand and slid it into my pants, ripping them off in a clean swipe. He looked down at me, good thing I had worn lace?

He got red and whispered some swears under his breath as he held my sides. He took his index finger and rubbed it up and down my slit, I shivered and looked up at him. 

He moved his hands under my shirt and up to my breasts, he grabbed them and squeezed them ever so slightly. I grabbed his hand and moved it to my neck. He smiled and began to squeeze it, I smiled back. He massaged my clit through my panties. "So wet, just for me? I'm flattered." He moved my underwear to the side, then took his finger, and rubbed my clit. I bit my lip slightly.

Abruptly, he stopped and aggressively shoved it in. I grabbed his arm and dug my nails in. He covered my mouth to keep me quiet. It hurt a little but after he went in and out a few times it began to feel euphoric. I never wanted it to stop. 

He put another finger in, and another. "Fuck!" I screamed. He moved his fingers in and out aggressively. I nearly screamed. I felt a shiver go down my spine, and my back arched. Right before I came, he sped up and curled his fingers inside of me. I felt myself release onto his hand. He pulled his fingers out and spread them, looking at the discharge that had covered his hands. He licked them until they were clean. 

He looked back down at me, "So good." he praised. "Yes, so good." I agreed. My chest was going up and down, I had never felt something so painful yet pleasureful. "Again." I demanded. He shrugged and smiled. "Alright," he said, tearing off the towel he had been wearing loosely around his waist. 

Resting on my elbows, I looked up. My eyes widened and my heart sped up as he revealed his massive cock. He smiled. This motherfucker knew he was big, he knew. I smiled and sat up, grabbing his sides and pushing him onto the bed. He looked surprised, yet happy. 

I spat on his cock before putting an inch or two in my mouth. "Don't tease, dear." he begged. "Not now." he grabbed my hair and removed my head from his cock. He went to his dresser and pulled out a leash. He clipped it onto the collar he had put on me. 

He grabbed my hair and forced me to look up at him. "Choke bitch." he commanded. I nodded and put about three inches in. He grabbed my head and shoved the rest of him down my throat, I gagged and felt tears stream down my cheeks. He groaned and threw his head back. I bobbed my head back and forth, choking and desperately trying to fit it all. 

A thick, warm substance filled the back of my throat, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. It was painful and agonizing but I wanted it, I love how it hurts. He grabbed the sheets and tried to beg for me to stop but all he did was stutter over his words and moan pathetically. 

The warm substance filled my throat once again. I finally removed his cock from my throat and stood up. He stuttered over his words once again. He waited for a minute before grabbing a massage gun from his closet. He walked back over and turned it on, smiling sadistically.  

He put it near your entrance and increased the speed. Gripping the sheets, I screamed. "M-Michael!" I screamed. "Say it again." he demanded. "Michael!" I screamed. "That's right." he praised again. He pushed the machine further in and I felt my back arching and my eyes rolling into the back of my head. 

I felt myself self-release all over the machine. He didn't stop, this was my payback for earlier. My legs started to ache and quiver. He didn't stop even after my back arched and my legs were tired, he went in and out. He stopped with the machine and shoved his dick in me.

I felt my hole stretch around his massive cock. He bent down and let me grab onto his back or his hair, just whatever I could get my hands on. I screamed his name again and he groaned out a praise. "Good girl." he groaned out, between curses and grunts. 

He left more and more hickeys on my neck. 

After another hour of being completely dominated and destroyed, he finally came, and I felt the warm, thick liquid seep out of me. I checked the time, it was 7 AM. I had to rush out of his room and to my class, sprinting across campus and to my lecture. Surprisingly, I got there early. Michael arrived around five minutes after me. 

Only a few kids were in the room, most of them were smoking or reading. I just sat and put my head down. The teacher always entered the class at the latest, so all the kids were already in the room by the time he came in too. 

I had been sitting for a while before I heard the all-too-familiar sound of heels on the wooden floors of the classroom. "Fuck..." I murmured. It was Olivia Rogers. This bitch had been bullying me since grade school.  Michael had sat right next to me, why wouldn't he have? He immediately went to sleep. 

Olivia walked up to me and started her shit. "Ooh~" she taunted. "I see you finally have Maxwell a chance!" she jeered. I just rolled my eyes; she had commented on the state of my bruised neck. Maxwell McCann had liked me since kindergarten, he wasn't a bad guy, just weird and ugly. He also smelled on the account of him being shoved into the trashcans by the 'popular kids'.

"Fuck off," I said, laying my head back down on the desk. She grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the podium where Mr. Greg usually stood. "Hey everybody!" she yelled. "Look at Rei! She finally gave ol' Maxy a chance!" she mocked. 

At this point, everyone was in class and tears were rolling down my cheeks and my head hurt from her pulling my hair. "Look at her neck!" she screamed. People were laughing and I was crying. I closed my eyes and tried to drown out her voice but that seemed to make it worse. 

A voice stood out from the crowd, Michael's.

"Actually, Olivia..." he stopped and started to laugh. "She gave me a chance. So why don't you fuck off and give me my girlfriend back." he said, his tone Icy and stale. He was a dick but even I was scared. "Mikey! No, I'm sorry. I love you!" she begged. He pulled me away and sat me on my feet, passionately kissing me in front of her. "Looks like nobody knew you were mine, guess we'll have to get some more proof." he suggested, tapping at the marks on my neck. I nodded and smiled as he lifted me up and back to our seats, setting me on his lap instead. 

"I'm gonna make you cry like that." he threatened. I moaned into his ear and massaged his crotch. "Don't threaten me with a good time." I retorted. He laughed nervously and grabbed my waist, pulling me into a violent kiss as Olivia watched. 

"I love you."

"I love you too." 

(I WROTE THIS MONTHS AGO; I PROMISE I'VE IMPROVED) (IT'S SO BAD I KNOW)

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,"