waiting

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Creepypastas I write for

Eyeless Jack

Hoodie

Masky

Toby

Jeff

Liu/Sully

BEN

Kage

Jane

Clockwork

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I'm no longer writing nsfw content as I don't feel comfortable with it. I've done some in the past so you can check those out. There's a lot of blogs to choose from when it comes to nsfw but this will not be one of them.

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This isn't my usual posts but I've been struggling a lot where I am a single mom with two boys and I haven't gotten my check yet as I'm at a new job. I'm needing close to 20 bucks for rides and stuff for my kids the next fee days if anyone is able to help I'd appreciate it. I have other forms of socal media if someone would rather talk there. I'm just really needing some help. Thanks.

[residentevilweirdo]

I'm tired of hiding it, boyfriend reveal I guess..

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Anyone else watching part two? I really need to make an OBX acct

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Anyone wanna do an outerbanks roleplay? Been into it again but quotev banned groups so only have here as an option

[bettysupremacy]

hi love ! could you write a fluff!rafe where the reader is a workaholic and ends up getting a cold and rafe takes care of her? 💌🍄

my boyfriend!!!!!!!

“I need to go in today.”

You gaze at Rafe, who returns your stare. It feels futile, yet you persist. You try to sit up, pulling the covers off your legs, but retreat under them when the overhead fan reaches. A dull ache permeates your body. The cold seeps into you, but the blanket is suffocating. Your body feels warm, but the air is biting.

You concede. “Nevermind.”

“Yeah.” Rafe moves to help you gently, he’s fixing the blanket.

“It’s fine.”

“Seriously,” Rafe warns suddenly. “I’m gonna make you cut your shifts down.”

“But-“

“No, this is a ‘I want to pass the time’ job, and you’re treating it like you’re employee of the month.” He’s annoyed, with you surely. “Shit, are you employee of the month?”

You frown, ignoring his question. He’s right. Though, he usually is. He already provides for you through the big money of the company his father passed down, you just don’t wanna be bored. You don’t want to contribute nothing, and you’re treating it like there’s rent to pay and mouths to feed. Well, there is, but not in the demand you

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he huffs. “I just can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“I know.”

He helps you sit, moving the pillows behind you. Your chest feels fuzzy and so do your eyes. Dully, your nausea makes you cough.

“I’m nauseous.” You tell him.

“Jeez.” He murmurs, his eyes round and concerned. “You want zofran?”

“Yes.” You whisper.

Tears pool in your eyes as he sits up, collecting at your eyelashes as you try to blink them away. You bring your hand to swipe at them, sniffling. Rafe’s brain lags.

“What?” He asks, kneeling down again, hands in desperate search of your face. “Baby, what?”

“I’m embarrassed.” You cry.

“Why?” His rough hands swipe at your tears gently. “Everyone gets sick.”

You turn away from him,

“If this is about me being upset earlier, I swear it wasn’t at you.” He stresses. “I-I had a bad day, and seeing you’ve succumbed to illness makes me sad.”

You giggle wetly. “Succumbed to illness.”

He beams proudly. “I knew that would get a laugh.”

You smile up at him, fever working through your veins slowly. You shake again miserably, working yourself up into a fit of fat tears. They roll down the hills of your cheek heavily, pooling under your chin. You blink out three at once and Rafe nearly has a conniption. Why are you crying?

“It’s not.”

He works his hand over your hair, gently, but not cautiously. “Then what?” He pleads. “Help me understand.”

“I just love you.”

“You’re crying because you love me?”

“I don’t feel good.” You correct.

“You don’t feel good?”

“And I love you,” You admit. “but you’re here,” You moan. “seeing me like this, and you’re so pretty.”

He laughs, quickly recovering to a sympathetic face when you frown at him.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He soothes, lips near your ear. “Sometimes I look at you and I want to cry.”

“But you never do.” You wallow.

“Have you ever seen me cry?”

“Once.”

“Forget that.” He grimaces. “The point is, you’re stressed and sick.”

“I don’t see the point.” You murmur.

“You’re vulnerable right now, to your.. feelings. If I were sick, and stressed, and I saw you, I think I might cry too.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Did the people cry when the angels came down in the Bible?”

“Did the angels.. come down?” You ask. “I’ve never read it.”

“I’m not sure.”

You laugh. “Maybe we should ask Scar.”

“Scar?”

“She’s smart.”

“I think she’s Jewish.”

“So?”

“Different book, my love.”

“Duh, I’m not that sick.” You laugh. It drips with sticky sticky cough syrup. “But still, she’s smart, maybe she’ll know.”

Rafe sighs lovingly. “Maybe. We got off track.”

“We always do.”

Rafe snorts. “You’re feeling better.”

“Get on track.”

“I don’t remember the point I was making with angels.”

You laugh, tilting your head up to look at him. “You’re useless.”

“Abominable girl.” He chastises, sitting up anyways.

“Go get me medicine.” You’re smiling. “Useless, useless doctor.”

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Anyone wanna roleplay outer banks?

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Anyone wanna roleplay outer banks?

[rafelust]

rafe cameron texting best friend reader…

[rafelust]

for my favorite anxious girl…

rafe cameron x best friend reader

being around kooks especially the oversaturated dinner parties, leads to a lot of overwhelming conversations. “when do you plan on settling down?” “are you going for a degree?” “what age do you want to have kids? the clock is always ticking for us women y’know.”

( oh, and when you get to hear his personal favorite from random family friends “what about the cameron’s boy? you guys are really close. he seems like a gentleman for you.” )

being around you at these things all the time, he noticed the change in your face when you get anxious: you pouring extra champagne, a stutter in your words, gulping with dry mouth…

at midsommar’s, he noticed you missing for a bit. he found you hiding in a stairwell with a whole bottle of wine you stole from a waiter.

“are you here to rat me out to my parents?”

“not if you give me a sip.”

after a bit of sitting together, you’d finally open up about how you don’t want to sit at the table with your family any longer. the overwhelming stress of family drama at the moment, flares your anxiety.

“how about we go sit for a few minutes? i’ll come with you. they won’t say as much if i’m there, right? if you get stressed just look at me… i can help change the subject… so you just try to enjoy a couple more minutes, let them see you exist, then i will steal us another bottle and take you back to hide at my place for the night. sound okay?”

and that he did… you came back to the table, delighted when the conversation was all about rafe’s family.

“oh, your dad has always been so lovely to us over the years. how’s the youngest? she must be so big now.”

“that’s my wheezie. she must be around here somewhere, probably should find her soon. she’s getting to be that age. y’know she wants to be a doctor when she grows up?”

he would ramble on about any impressive subject he could. you could see the glances from your family, practically could read their minds realizing your best friend is such a catch.

to ease your nerves, he put his hand in your lap under the table. you were a bit taken back at first until he just let his hand rest weakly on yours. you wanted to hold it, but is that what he was suggesting? you just started fidgeting with his rings mindlessly, tracing your fingers along his big palms, distracting you away from all the noise. your eyes just focused on how big his palms are, the feeling of the cold metal of his rings, the room just felt much quieter.

once he saw how focused he got you with the stimulating distraction, this quickly became your thing…

“you’re wearing a new one, rafey!”

“yeah, thought you’d like that one. look at all the little lines on it.”

until the day you realized he was wearing one that spins around, a real anxiety fidget ring… he thought about buying it for you, but he honestly loves that you need him. he made the excuse it just wasn’t in your size.

“oh no. am i breaking it? why is it-”

“no. it’s meant to spin. isn’t it fun?”

as he watches you giggle twirling it around.. pure amusement in your eyes. as he watches people ramble on about the most meaningless and superficial conversations filling the room, it’s just you in his palm tracing his skin and focused on some spinning metal.

the day he eventually got you one of your own, is when he knew you were going away on a trip for a few days. he knew your anxiety was through the roof already as you nervously rambled all the time about how you’re going to deal with being homesick and trapped with your family.

he came over to keep you company while you packed, so he was able to slip something in your bag. you should’ve realized you were missing a ring last week, that he stole from your room to find the size.

when you got there, you find a little gift bag you don’t recognize. inside is a little fidget ring of your own, much nicer than the cheap gift shop one he had. you are mentally already murdering him at the fact he clearly bought you real gold.

you can’t help but blush to yourself when you twirl it around, to see rafe engraved on it. you pull out the card, giggling at his handwriting—

for my favorite anxious girl… you’ll be back soon.

ps: i have a matching one :) well except it says, y/n… not rafe… that’d be kinda weird.

[halondrus]

Top reasons for there to be a kneeling knight emoji

- Defending women online

- Offering women support when they are in distress

- Commenting on a woman's selfie

- Offering to kill people bothering your online friend

- Sexual reasons

[paradisiacvl]

FOREST LAWN

suburban gothic aesthetic

idk, just smth to post while I recoup!

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Any adults want smut headcanons for one of the creeps?

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I love that you write Liu with DID especially as a system who took such comfort in him and Masky (head canon him and Tim as a system) as a preteen

I've always read fanfic with Liu and big fan of David Near so when his jeff the killer story came out and talked more about it I loved it! But so glad u liked it!

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Liu+Sully headcanons

Oh I love asks about them! He's such an interesting character especially since DID isn't talked about enough. No worries this is minors safe hcs.feel free to send more ♡

So Liu is into art but not like Helen he mostly just draws with like pencils(not art ones but more like those number 2 writing pencils) and maybe charcoal..and people don't know thus but it's usually an image of how Sully looks

Sully likes spicy food but more so to just see others cringe in pain or wonder how he can have like the hottest food ever snd its like just like nothing to him

Liu pays a lot of attention to people's needs especially with certain disorders or say someone has autism or adhd and need sensory toys or certain fabrics or things along those lines he keeps an eye on them or suggests things.

Sully lowkey likes Smile but bc he hates Jeff he says he wants to kick the dog in the face

Liu loves to swim he's not the type to really like summer but he does like the warm breeze, getting popsicles/otter pops or just getting an excuse to go in a pool

Sully I feel like watches stuff on YouTube or Netflix that you at least expect him too like he's kind of Mr. Grumpy and protective but he prefers to watch things that make him laugh so...definitely watching people hurt themselves like fail compilations

Liu hates bring called pretty boy just bc he has smaller and more desirable features that society likes especially those who like anime

Speaking of which Sully wants to punch anyone who mentions anime he's not the type

Liu likes little kids because he feels happy remembering how it must feel to be innocent see the world in a bright shiny way where you had promise in your future so growing up if he had to babysit he didn't mind plus he likes how kids come up with things or imagine.

Sully wants to get a dog that's bigger than Jeff's just bc you know why not?

Liu is good at painting nails at least he makes sure his hand is steady and u do get polish all over your cuticles or skin

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Masky x F. S/O : Teasing Queen (18+)

"Why did you bring those?"

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aYou cast him an innocent look on your face as you fish out another cherry lollipop out of the pocket of your hoodie. "What? I like them."

You throw away the wrapper not liking to pile them into your pocket. This had been quite a trip. You two had left early in the morning, barely any time to get dressed and due to weather conditions you had no choice to wear clothes that were dangerous in the woods.

It was hard to believe that he could still suit a short sleeve under his jacket along with pants while you were still dying while wearing a black tank top that was tighter near the breasts to make your boobs more noticeable along with shorts that left your legs vulnerable to ticks, snakes, poisonous plants,.etc.

It was so hot you didn't even bother with a bra.

And Masky could tell as he didn't see your other strap that belonged to it, just your tank top and how your boobs just looked more natural and not something trying to perfect them...even though they were already perfect to him.

"I can tell...just...why didn't you bring other candy?" he huffs, already feeling overheated because of his mask blocking one of his ways to cool off. "Why do you have such a problem with me sucking on a lollipop?" you ask in a soft tone, looking over your shoulder purposely making the candy miss your mouth before you let it slide all over your red plump lips with lustful eyes before pushing it past your lips, walking away.

He growls to himself, clenching his fists as he watches the way you move your hips as you created more distance between you two.

It was mostly silent during your walk but his mind was all over the place, finding it hard to concentrate while he could hear your lips smacking as you suck it harder, sometimes creating more saliva then needed to let it drip to your chin before wiping it off. "Gosh, I'm so messy." you fake complain, huffing a little but with your back turned towards him you grinned to yourself.

"Oh, I got a text from Jeff." you announce before grabbing the lollipop and place the white part of the stick between your breasts, it tucked safely while the tip of it stuck out as you 'texted' Jeff.

"What does that bastard want?" he says, crossing his arms and narrowing his dark eyes as he stares at the phone clutched in your hand. "Just asking if we are almost done." you shrug, stuffing your phone back in your pocket.

You sigh, really wanting to get this mission over done with as it was hot and making you feel sticky. "We're close to the house." he says, picking up speed to walk in front of you as a way to protect you even though you've had all your training and had muscles even more now.

You steal a glance looking at the back of his pants, smirking at the sight of his ass as you suck on the lollipop slowly, your mind wandering off before snapping out of it and followed him.

"Your ass looks great in those pants."

"Y/N!" He growls snapping his head to look at you and you tilt your head like a confused puppy. "What? I was just giving you a compliment."

He rolls his eyes before continuing towards the house a few feet in front of you. Your eyes quickly locate a male pacing back and forth in his house. Letting out a hum and watching Masky as he hides before coming up with his next move.

Rolling your eyes, you finished your lollipop before tossing it into the bushes before walking right past his hiding spot. "Y/N- wait what are you doing!?" he whispers yells as you start to sway your hips, getting yourself in the mindset as you walk towards the front porch.

You make sure you're still in Masky's sight as you fix your shorts to show more of your hips and your shirt to make your boobs look even more full behind the tank top. Tossing your hair a little to make it look more kinky before you knock on the door, silently waiting as you hear footsteps.

A man probably in his early 30's, dark hair gelled, recently shaved face and sculpted cheekbones, greenish eyes and only a few inches taller than you open the door.

You noticed how he went from looking perplexed to almost glad that you were on his property. "Can I help you?" he asks and you get a little closer to him. "Sorry, mister. My phone died and I'm just trying to get a hold of my friends so they can pick me up...could I borrow your phone?" you ask politely, making a point to bat your eyelashes at him.

"S-sure. Come in." he moves aside, opening the door more and lets you in. You give him a grin before walking in. From there Masky could see how he just stares at your ass as you walk further into his house.

It didn't take long before he just thought fuck it and went inside, wasting no time on killing the guy. While you heard him ripping the man skin open, you helped yourself to the living room couch, sucking on another lollipop as you look around the room. "Looks like he was living well."

"Not anymore." Masky growls, stomping over to you with blood on his face, arms and hands. He rips the lollipop out of your mouth, throwing it and it shatters into a million pieces. "Hey, I was enjoying that."

"Well you're about to enjoy something else too." He pulls you up so your back touches the couch. "You think your whole bullshit was okay today??" he asks through clenched teeth.

"I didn't do anything wrong...maybe if you just took care of yourself more you wouldn't think everything I do is to provoke you." you smirk, pulling your shirt down more for him see the outlines of your breasts.

He grabs your face, making it squish a little as he gets closer to your face. "You're gonna get a punishment." to which you shrug in response.

His face contorts into anger as he pushes you off the couch, switching seats with you before making your lie down across his lap. You could feel his bulge poking at you as he held you down. "Count." He wastes no time before giving a well deserved slap to your ass, hard enough to make it echo through the spacious room.

"One." You say, trying not to hiss as your ass was starting to burn a little but you only raised it more in the air and spread your legs. "Stop being a whore-" He slaps your ass harder but you let out a moan. "Two....mmm I'm so wet....you should feel." you giggle, biting your lip as you look over to him.

He glares daggers at you before taking his knife out and takes a good chunk of his sleeve where it had blood on it before shoving it in your mouth like a gag, making you taste a mixture of blood and sweat. "Stop talking." he orders before cutting the fabric that was blocking your cunt from him.

So your pussy would be visible on the walk back. He just rushes to take his pants down before slamming himself into you.

It went on for a while, you doe eyed looking up at him with drool hanging out of your mouth and boy did you make a good cock sleeve.

This is all I can stomach to write right now and this has been sitting in my drafts for over a year so I'll just post this

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