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[rabidjackalope]

long like no see, i wish this was a joke post but i just got fucking ghosted by 988……i’ve hit a new low

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Misery Loves Company

1k words

Jax Teller x Fem!Reader

Background: Jax is fresh out of Stockton, but instead of going home to Tara, Abel, and Thomas the newborn son he hasn’t even met yet, he’s forced to stay in a halfway house. That’s where he meets you—troubled, sharp-edged, and dangerous in all the ways that should make him stay away. But he doesn’t.

Series Warnings: Strong language, mentions of drug use, criminal past, cheating themes, eventual smut MDNI, show spoilers.

a/n: This will be a 4-5 partish series will a few blurbs in between cos if you have any request you can send them<3, this is also written with a black female reader in mind but anyone can read as long as you aren’t being weird. Also thank you to my baby @starfxkrinc for proof reading mwah<3, last but not least enjoy!

14 months. 14 months without Tara, 14 Months without Gemma breathing down his back about shit at the club. 14 months without Abel. 14 months he’s been locked behind those cold metal bars not even able to meet his newborn son.

Chibs and Opie are supposed to pick him up, but instead, some smug state worker in too tight khakis and a clipboard is standing outside, calling his name.

“Jackson Teller.”

Jax stops walking, glancing over at the guy in the khakis and cheap button-down. Looks like every other pencil-pushing asshole who gets his rocks off on controlling people’s lives.

“Yeah,” Jax says, jaw tight.

“Follow me.”

He doesn’t like being ordered around, never has. But he follows anyway, knowing better than to fight it. His lawyer already told him early release, but he’s got to do time in some co-ed halfway house before he can go home. Supervised reintegration, they call it. Glorified babysitting really.

Jax doesn’t say shit as he’s driven through Stockton in some government-issued beat up sedan, watching the city pass by. He wants to go home. He wants Tara. Abel and Thomas considering he hasn’t even met him yet. He wants his bike. Instead, he gets this: a two-story house with barred windows and a sign out front that says Hope Recovery Home.

Yeah. Fuckin’ great.

Inside smells like burnt coffee and old cigarette smoke. The place is barely livable dim lighting, stained carpet, a couch that looks like it’s been through hell. He’s seen worse, but not by much.

“You’ll have a roommate. House rules are simple no drugs, no fighting, curfew at ten. You work a job, you go to your meetings, you check in with your PO. You screw up, you’re back in Stockton. Understood?”

Jax doesn’t answer, just clenches his jaw and nods once.

“Good. Go introduce yourself to your housemates.”

He walks in without looking back, running a hand over his buzzed hair. It still feels foreign short, military-tight, a constant reminder of the past months spent inside. He doesn’t even get two steps in before he sees you.

You’re slouched on the couch, one leg propped up, taking in his every move. The first thing Jax notices are your eyes.sunken in, dark, too big for your face. They don’t move when he walks in, just stay locked on him like you’re sizing him up.

He does the same.

Medium brown skin, smooth despite the rough life he can tell you’ve lived. Tattoos creeping up your ribs, a hint of ink peeking from beneath the bottom of the white tank top doing little to cover anything. Angel wings on your lower back.

He recognizes the look in your eyes, one he’s seen in the mirror too many times to count.

“You staring cause you like what you see, or cause you’re tryin to figure out if I’m crazy?”

Your voice is hoarse, like you spent the night screaming or smoking, maybe both.

Jax smirks despite himself, shifting his weight. “Little bit of both.”

That makes you grin, all teeth. He can tell you like that answer.

“You got a name?” he asks, dropping onto the couch across from you.

You exhale, biting away at the black chipping pain on your nails. Then, finally, you tilt your head and say, “wouldn’t you like to know.”

“You new here too?” he asked, trying ease the tension.

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you let out a soft laugh and looked him over.

“I’m Jax,” he said, offering her a hand, though he didn’t expect her to take it.

You studied his hand for a moment, eyes dragging up his tattooed arm fingers grazing dangerously against his skin. when you spoke again, your voice was low and almost seductive. “Call me storm.’” You didn’t explain why, but Jax wasn’t sure he needed to know.

“Storm,” he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue easily. It was both soft and dangerous, and it fit you somehow. You clearly weren’t the kind of girl who would take any shit.

“Just got out for assault,” you added, almost as an afterthought. “Drugs. Long story. Don’t ask.”

Jax raised an eyebrow. You clearly aren’t the type to overshare. Not that he blamed you.

“So you’re stuck here too, huh?” he asked, his voice softer now. You seemed like trouble, but it was the kind of trouble he was used to. The kind he saw every day when he looked in the mirror

Your gaze flickered briefly up and down his body like a predator sizing up its prey. “Yeah. For now.”

Jax couldn’t help but feel the pull between the two of you, like gravity was pulling him toward you in a way that didn’t make sense. Maybe it was because you didn’t treat him like some hero, Hell you barely knew him. Maybe it was because you got it, the rawness of it, all the frustration, the anger, the feeling that nothing would ever be the same again.

And maybe, just maybe, you understood him better than Tara ever had.

But as much as he was drawn to you, Jax couldn’t shake the guilt. Tara. Home. Everything he was supposed to come back to.

Still, when he studied your face again, smirk barely contained, something told him this wouldn’t be a simple story. Not by a long shot.

“Storm” he said, his voice low, as he took a step closer, “I’m not looking for trouble.”

You looked him up and down, her eyes sharp. “Trouble’s been looking for me my whole life.”

Jax chuckles, but there’s something in his chest that tightens. It’s not a good sign.

He felt the tension in the air. The kind of tension that could make you forget everything else. For a second, he thought about turning back to the door and walking away. Something he wouldn’t be able to. Not with his freedom on the line and not with you watching him like that.

“You ever think about what you’re running from?” Jax asked.

You tilted your head, studying him. “All the time,” you said softly, a flicker of something in your eyes.

Jax didn’t have to ask anything else. He knew. You were just like him.

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Wolf in sheep's clothes - Rafe Cameron

Thinking about how fun it'd be to be married to Rafe as an alternative woman and falling into his whole housewife kink and his conservative mindset and views. CONTENT WARNING- ABUSE (Wrote reader as Goth/Punk because those are two large sub cultures that have political views and I'm a Victorian Goth so Ik the sub culture well)

Rafe would put up a front when the two of first meet, Rafe's amazing at mind games. Pretending like he knows about the value of class solidarity over political solidarity, acting like he cared about people rights being taken away. Despite Rafe voting to put that nut case in office, he was good a masquerading as a man that was "safe" to be around.

You fell heart first into his trap because of the way other kooks treated you, most kooks or any one on the island, to be frank show you as a freak. They took pictures of you at the supermarket, called you things like a "satanist" "witch" "emo" or some other word they could shout at you without putting too much thought into it. Sol when Rafe came up to you, talking about values you held close. You were overjoyed someone was like you.....right?

Rafe wasn't the best at holding his facade up when you started hang out with him, you first noticed his true behavior when he would interact with Pope. Rafe would get very aggressive with Pope when they crossed paths, beating Pope till he was bloody in the face, tell him to "stay off his side of the island". When you told him later his behavior was uncalled for and he should apologize to Pope, he told you what he truly felt. Rafe corned you, making sure that your height difference was displayed "Why would I apologize to someone like him? His kind knows what they've done." He shook with what anger, he's Rafe Cameron. Cameron's don't apologize, ever. You let out a weak sigh, apologizing, despite doing nothing wrong. "I'm sorry." You and Rafe shared a money of silence before he smiled do at you and leaned down to kiss your forehead. "I knew you'd be a good girl and not question me."

Rafe's behavior toward you specifically changed after you moved in with him, Tannyhill laid empty and he wanted to breathe a new life into it. Rafe created a list of rules you considered "old timey". He expected dinner everyday, ready by the time he got home. He left all the choirs like laundry, cleaning, and basic house making tasks in your hands. You won't allowed to leave the house without him, but more importantly you weren't allowed to speak to anyone unless Rafe was present. Which just so happened to lead to the argument you both were having. You had spoken to the mailman, he informed you he'd be coming back with his van because there was a package that was too heavy for him to carry. You thanked him shut to door behind him, Rafe had over head to conversation from his office. "What was rule number 5?" Rafe asked as he paced around you. "Rafe, it was the mailman. You needed to calm down." You said without thinking twice and walking away. Rafe grabbed your wrists and dragged you to his office, shutting the door behind you. "Rafe, I wasn't even really talking to him when you think about it." You tried reasoning with Rafe as you walked up to you, rolling the shelves of his button up. You knew what was coming and tried to brace for impact. Rafe raised his hand up, slapping you clean across the face. "Don't try to save yourself know, you made your choice and know you have to take the consequences." Rafe told you this as he took his non-dominate hand to the back of your head, wrapped it in your hair. He rose his dominate hand, balling it up and repeatedly punching you in the jaw. Slowly bringing the blows up to your left eye, becoming more and more bruised with each punch.

As Rafe continued his abuse, the door bell rang. He let go of the death grip he had your hair in. Rafe opened the door to his office and left you there, blooded and bruised. You stood to get up but he turned around, hearing your shuffles as you struggle to stand. Rafe reentered the room, shoving you to your knees. "Stay here, don't want your new boyfriend seeing all busted." He said, laughing like he told the funniest joke ever. Rafe opened the door, taking the package from the mailman. The mailman noticed Rafes bloody knuckles and asked if everything was alright. Rafe smiled and said "You know, something you have to get rough with the misses.

-love bay~bay (before the fun police come, Rafe has canonically has put his hands on women.) also my inbox is open, this was a draft and I'd live to talk more about it!!

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Please Don't Go ~ JJ Maybank

I'm so excited to write this because for the first time in months, I got the inspo from this nsfw audio on reddit so I'd heavily recommend listening to it (a good portion of the dialogue takes inspo from the audio)!!

summary - JJ takes you for a walk in the woods, you stop in a meadow where JJ tells you about his ex kie and he tells you want happens if you leave him SMUT/DUBCON NOT PROOF READ

dedicated to @starfxkrinc <3

The morning had started out truly peaceful, JJ had taking you on an early morning walk with him up by the abandoned church. Which was an out of character for JJ, considering he'd never once got up for his morning slash every afternoon shifts at the county club on time, but JJ had made the event urgent so you entertained him. You sluggishly followed behind him, noting how half the island was most likely asleep at this hour. The two of you approach a clear opening, a meadow filled with clovers and lone magonlia tree tucked in the corner. JJ lead you to the magnolia tree, sitting with back to the tree and pulling you to sit in his lap. As you get begin to lay your head on his chest, he asked you question.

"Do you remember Kie?" JJ asked. "Yeah, I remember her. Do you miss her or something? You answered sarcastically "No reason to get all jealous sweetheart." He bite back. "I was just thinking about how nice everything was in the start, but there was this one thing she couldn't do for me." JJ explained. "I asked her to just follow one simple rule, it was to never leave me. After everything with my dad, I just wanted one stable person in who would just stay." He continued. "You've never asked me about staying." You thought out loud, slowly raising your gaze to JJ. He smiled down at you and cupped your face in his hands. "I know, that's why I'm telling you now." He clarified. 'I asked her so many times to stay, she never did. Always one foot out the door to a Kook life and one foot in the Pouges, everyone said she'd leave because she was just in her "teenage rebellion" phases but I didn't care. I thought I was gonna marry her." JJ spoke earnestly. "Kie never promised to stay so I had to get rid of her." JJ admitted coldly.

"Of course this was all before I met you, your more loyal then she ever could have been." He said as he leaned in to kiss you. JJ kissed you with a deep passion you had never felt from him before, but something about the way JJ spoke about Kie sat wrong with you. You began to grow weary of his touch and pulled away from his kiss. "Why are you pulling away from him?' JJ questioned you, shocked by your actions. "Look at me and tell me what's wrong." He instructed you. You don't answer, staring at the grass beneath you. "I just said you were such a good, loyal girl. Yet you don't want to listen." JJ said with a chuckle. You keep your gaze low, terrified to look at him. JJ wrapped his large ring adorn hand around your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his. "I told you to fucking look at me.' He shouted in your face. You attempted to pray his hand off your jaw but it was no use considering how much stronger JJ was. "I do not like repeating myself little girl, no tell me what's wrong?" He formally reminded you. "How did you get rid of Kie?" You ask with a weak voice. A smirk painted itself across JJ's face. "Are you sure you wanna know that?" He asked jokingly. "I'll tell you while I fuck you under this tree, then you'll never be able to leave." JJ knew once he told you what really happened to Kie you'd be bonded to him forever. Never leaving his side ever again.

"I do think that's a good idea JJ, maybe we should go home and talk about it." You tried suggesting. "I don't remember asking for your opinion sweetheart." He said with a pout. "You wanted to know what happened to Kie, you can't act like a fucking brat then expect not to get punished." JJ said as he shoved you to the ground pressing you face to the ground and hiking your ass in the air. Once in position he grabbed you by the ankles to a more shaded area of the tree, almost like he wanted you in a specific patch of grass. JJ began to take you pants and underwear off, slowly rubbing the fat off your ass. "You're always prettiest when you're on your knees." His compliment was followed by a hard smack on your ass, you whimper at the sting left behind. JJ lets out a laugh at your pain, he always took a disgusting pleasure in your pain. "You did this to yourself. Asking big girl questions then backing out last second." Each of his words were followed by a strike on the ass. "You need to commit, remember that you're here to stay." JJ stopped his assault on your ass and went back to rubbing it. "You can never leave me, then you'll be just like them. Just like dad and Kie." JJ muttered to himself, almost like a reminder as to why he was doing this in the first place.

JJ rose to his knees, undoing his jeans and pulling his boxers down. He took his cock into his hand, slowly rubbing himself as he lined himself up with your cunt. "You need to promise me you"ll never leave." JJ moaned as he began pushing himself into your wet cunt. He brushed the dirt and hair off of your face, give you both a clear view of one another. His hand slowly snaked down to your throat, choking you, and causing all your moans to be transformed into muffled groans. "You sound just like her, fuck baby." JJ whimpered, your plush velvet walls began squeezing JJ's cock like a vice. He began to grow more delirious and uncalculated as he fucked you, you always where he greatest weakness. You looked up at JJ with a dazed, confused look. Trying to understand what he meant. "You wanna know why I bought you here? Kie took me her when she told me she was leaving the pouges." JJ started to explain with at stranded voice. "She told me her parents was making her marry Rafe so that they could keep their restaurant. They signed to property over to Ward so they wouldn't lose it to the county." The recalling over the breakup caused JJ to pick up his pace, his thrusts now more rough and rushed. This new pace caused you to claw that dirt beneath you, trying to crawl away from JJ. However JJ caught onto this and pinned you down you the shoulders. "Like I was staying." He was angrily. "She told me we needed to end things, but I couldn't let her go after all I did for her. I begged her to run away with me to Yucatán, but she wanted to stay." JJ took a deep breath before continuing. "I saw red when she said no, next thing I knew I was onto of her choking her. I choked her so hard I felt her last breath." JJ started chucking as he recalled the event. "I buried her right where that lovely cheeks is pressed to right now." He revealed as he moved his hand from your right shoulder to your cheek, pressing it formally in the dirt. "You lying JJ, you wouldn't kill Kie." You said, less out of disbelief and more out of the fact you couldn't except JJ was a killer. "I can dig the bitch up if you want." He proposed. "She can watch us too." JJ playfully said as he bend over to kiss your cheek. You sob uncontrollably as JJ kept abusing your cunt

"Im gonna cum in this cunt. It's gonna be my cunt till the end of time you understand?" JJ asked, you stupidly didn't answer. "I said do you understand you empty minded bitch?" He screamed in your face as he grabbed your hair, pulling you flush against his back. "I understand JJ, I'll never leave. I'll go everywhere with you." You answered him. "Good girl, you're so much better than her. Now cum for me." JJ commanded you, your orgasm washed over all the shame and guilty you felt. JJ came shortly after you, making sure to stay deep with you so his seed would paint your cervix. JJ pulled out his cock only to shortly replace it with his fingers. "If you ever leave, I'll bury you here with her understand?"

~ love bay-bay (OMG SO HAPPY I WROTE THIS, college has killed me and I go back next week..... I've been considering dropping out and might actually do it next semester tbh, this also my first time wiring smut in years so pls be nice!!)

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Okay, walk with me here. If I said that Nick Cirillo (Barry from OBX) was fine in the same way Aaron Taylor Johnson is. Would you throw tomatoes at me or hear me out?

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AAAAAAA omg I was not expecting my S1!Rafe post would get as much traction as it did!! Between the fact it reached some of my favorite blogs AND was the post that got me 50 followers is like so insane. I'm so grateful people enjoy my blog!! I've been working on a Barry ficlet (If you could call it that lolz) which so come out tonight or Monday night.

~love bay-bay

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so thankful that I see people discussing how fine s1!Rafe is. He's not only pathetic tweaker, he can't even get it up either! (also I've seen @/shellxrls discuss Rafe having a hard time getting it up and i believe she created this idea do FULL CREDIT to her!! I adore her blog sm and credit her and a few other blogs for me opening this one <3)

S1!Rafe was the type of guy in high school I was ashamed to tell my friends I had a crush on. He's the shitty country club white people who doesn't care about anything because he's save in his father's lap

S1!Rafe was the guy in high school who said out of pocket shit 24/7 and still had girls falling for him

S1!rafe was the guy in high school who'd bullied me for being goth and would call me "emo" and ask me if I cut myself, then get upset when I tell him "what does that type of shit get you wet?"

S1!Rafe who's fetish is alternative women and woc but none of the woc of alt women on the island want him

S1!Rafe who pays women hush money to sleep with him so they don't tease him for having a hard time getting it up or tell other girls on the island he can't get it up

S1!Rafe who upset he can't get hard in the moment with you but he watches copious of porn

S1!Rafe who's disgusted when a women's body isn't just like the pornstars he beats to 7 times a day

S1!Rafe who's blatant misogynist

S1!Rafe who peaked in high school, flirts with high school girls and Topper and Kelce try to explain to him why he shouldn't do that but he couldn't give a fuck about it

S1!Rafe who experimented with Barry and refuses to talk about it when Barry tries to bring it up (he's bisexual but of course he represses it)

S1!Rafe who made a pocket pussy out of a sponge and a rubber glove that he abuses every night

S1!Rafe who's just a perv, who I desperately need

~ love bay-bay <3 (I wanted this to be longer but my MacBooks about to die and I have to head out in 30 but I wanted to write all this down before I forgot)

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I give to you, my heart

(Rafe x Cannibal!Reader, cannibalism HOWEVER no one gets eaten, dismemberment, details on cooking a human, details about how drugs ruin your body, gore, idk the wordcount but id say around 5k? or less, I probs missed stuff so)

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, ALSO I have no clue is anyone in the dark!fanfic box world has made, created or writing anything for a cannibal reader! I got my inspiration from my personal desire to consume the ones I love BUT FULL CREDIT TO ANYONE HAS WRITTEN IT BEFORE ME

You had only told Rafe if he ever died, you'd dismember his body and keep him in the large ice box your father kept in the basement for his fishing trip.

So when you had gotten a call from Barry, telling Rafe had passed away in his trailer. You knew you had to act fast, stealing your father's truck and speeding to the cut. When you arrived, Barry was outside sitting on the porch with his head in his hands. "I don't know what happened man, I gave him a few lines and then he just started fucking shaking." He said, trying to conceal the wavering tone in his voice. Barry had never looked more beaten in his life, which spoke levels considering his time in the military. You spoke to him softly as you approached him. "Barry, I know it wasn't your fault." You began, taking a deep breath. "But Im gonna need your help, I gonna need you to put his body in the truck." You know you sound insane, but you couldn't let Ward get to Rafe first. So what? So the love of your life could be stuck in a box 6 feet under? "Follow me, he's in the living room so be prepared." He informed you as he stood up and turned to the trailers door.

As you walked in behind Barry, you crumbled at the sight infant of you. Rafe Cameron, the man you had devoted yourself to was dead infant of you. He looked like was asleep almost, his head thrown back on the sofa, his legs wide apart and his hands rested in his lap. "I propped him up on the coach, felt bad leaving him, y'know looking dead when you came." Barry explained as his gaze saying glued to the stained carpet beneath him. You walked over to Rafe and sat next to him, slowly you raise your pointer and middle finger to his neck. You gasp at how cold he was, a small part of you had hoped this was a sick joke. Unfortunately, it was your new reality. "So how do we get him in the car?" "I take his left arm, you take the right. We carry him to the truck and just pop him in the trunk. It's already open." You instructed as you took Rafe's cold arm and wrapped it around your shoulders. Barry followed your lead. The both of you care Rafe to the truck with only a slight struggle, you popped Rafe in the bed of the truck and wrap him up in a blanket. Barry stopped you before you could cover his face. "Oh Country club, how you haunt me in death."

The drive home was quiet, you didn't turn on the radio because it felt wrong. You sat in a hopeless silence, thinking of Rafe. Thinking about how you'd never hear his wealthy laugh, how he'd never hold you close to his chest just so you could hear his heartbeat, the soft feeling of his lips against yours. Rafe is truly gone and there's nothing you can do to fix it. The only thing you could do was do what felt right, which was craving the meat off his bones and eating him. As you slowly pulled up to your home, you made sure to park next to the cellar door. You get out the truck and walk over to the trunk. Slowly you open it, staring at your dead boyfriend, wondering how you'll get him into the basement without hurting him. The best and only way the came to your mind was gently dragging his blanket clad body by hooking your arms around his chest, muttering a tearful apology every time his feet thumped against the steps. Once in the basement, you unwrap his body and begin collecting your supplies.

A large ice box, a bone saw, a butcher's knife, cling wrap, a plethora of cleaning supplies, rubbing alcohol, mason jars, a kitchen knife set, and your apron. After getting everything, you started to undress Rafe. He had wore your favorite shirt, a white polo that was thin and breathable, something similar to a guayabera. You folded it was you tears soaked the fabric, debating about framing the shirt or putting in a shadow box. Placing his clothes on the table, you pick up the bone saw. Before anything though, you kneel next to Rafe's face. Running your free hand over his buzzed head, "Oh my love." You start. "I'm so grateful for you, Rafe. I loved you so much, I dreamed of cracking open your chest and sleeping within it. I dreamed of eating the flesh that bought me comfort." You confessed, removing your hand from his head and rubbed his toned chest. "I wish you could taste the meals I have planned, beef stew with a bone broth, steak and potatoes, and oh I'm thinking of using the lining of your intestines to make empanadas!" You gleefully told your dead lover, slowly standing and moving towards his left arm.

Rafe's arms and legs were cut into 3 pieces, upper leg/arm, lower leg/arm and feet and hands. Each piece wrapped in clingfilm and placed into the ice box with a thin layer of ice covering them. Once done situating the parts, you picked up a thin medium sized kitchen. Carefully taking the knife to your lovers chest, you begin to cut him open. The sight of Rafe's intestines was gruseome, but his heart was something else. You cut his heart out to get a better look and began to cry hilariously, Rafe's heart was small and frail, the arteries had tears in them, and the lining of it was so thin that if you where too rough you where sure the shining with turn to ash in your hands. With shaky legs, you stand and walking back to the table. You unscrew one of the mason jars, delicately placing Rafe's heart in it. You grab the bottle of rubbing alcohol and fill the jar with. You screw the lid back on and exam the jar with watery eyes before placing it back down.

With all your attention turned back to Rafe, you clean out his chest cavity with ease. You place his different intestines in jars and label the accordingly. you decide to separate his linings from this organs later. Thinking it will taste better if you remove them when needed. The second last step was next, Rafes brain and eyes. You take your bone saw right to his forehead, taking your time while sawing to make sure you didn't damage the brain. You peel back his scalp and remove the top of his skull, revealing this brain. With caution, you take it out of its home in Rafes head. You preserve it like you did his heart. You scooped his eyes out with your bare hands and preserve them.

The final part step was cremation, you broke the scraps of Rafe's body down to the smallest pieces you can. You took him out back and burned him in the fire pit. You watched the fire engulf your former lovers body, again remising on the relationship that was too good to be over. You and Rafe where supposed to grow old together, you there supposed to be married, you where supposed to have a house with a white picket fence 3 and a half kids and a dog. You weren't supposed to be burning his body in your backyard after he had a drug overdose. You snapped out of your thoughts once the fire died down, you scooped his ashes into a porcelain urn. You carried his ashes to your room, placing them on the alter you made for him. His ashes right in-between his brain and heart, with his beautiful baby blues next to a photo of the two of you smiling. "I love you forever, Rafe." You whispered as you placed a kiss on his urn.

~ love bay-bay (omg this is my first actual fanfic on this blog and I'm so excited for it!! I hope you enjoyed it, I was gonna write a nerd!Rafe x bsfmom!Reader fic but this was an itch I had to scratch lolz)

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pinky promise to post a nerd!rafe x bsf mom!reader blurb is coming tmr!! was gonna post today but my 87 QUESTION final murdered me this morning also thank you for 30 followers <3

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pipe in hand, 2 edibles down.... Barry should be scared for what I got prepared for his fine ass

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Big brother Rafe who asks you if anyones touched you like this, as he slide his large hand under your shirt and gropes your tits.

Big brother Rafe who watches you shower.

Big brother Rafe who can only jerk off to step sibling porn.

Big brother Rafe who convinces you to give him a handjob because "it's okay as long as I'm not inside."

Big brother Rafe who stalks your social media and narcs to Ward about you being out with boys.

Big brother Rafe whose girlfriends look like you..... which isn't that weird until you overheard him call his gf your name while he fucked her.

Big brother Rafe who sneaks into your bedroom to steal a pair of your used panties, he smells them, licks them, and jerks off with them in your room.

Big brother Rafe who didn't hear you come in, until you walk in on him.

Big brother Rafe who wrapped a large hand over your mouth, pinning you against the door and telling you "I know you want it too."

Big brother Rafe who forces you on your bed, taking the panties he jerked off with a shoving them in your mouth so no one can hear you.

Big brother Rafe who moans when he takes your pants off and moves your underwear to the side because of how wet you are.

Big brother Rafe who tells you "that you feel so fucking tight." and "this pussy is so much better than anything I imagined."

Big brother Rafe who's a two pump chump because he just so excited to finally violate his little sister

~ love, bay-bay

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In this essay, I will be explaining why ever relationship Rafes been in has a DDLG dynamic to it [gunshot]

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Big brother Rafe who asks you if anyones touched you like this, as he slide his large hand under your shirt and gropes your tits.

Big brother Rafe who watches you shower.

Big brother Rafe who can only jerk off to step sibling porn.

Big brother Rafe who convinces you to give him a handjob because "it's okay as long as I'm not inside."

Big brother Rafe who stalks your social media and narcs to Ward about you being out with boys.

Big brother Rafe whose girlfriends look like you..... which isn't that weird until you overheard him call his gf your name while he fucked her.

Big brother Rafe who sneaks into your bedroom to steal a pair of your used panties, he smells them, licks them, and jerks off with them in your room.

Big brother Rafe who didn't hear you come in, until you walk in on him.

Big brother Rafe who wrapped a large hand over your mouth, pinning you against the door and telling you "I know you want it too."

Big brother Rafe who forces you on your bed, taking the panties he jerked off with a shoving them in your mouth so no one can hear you.

Big brother Rafe who moans when he takes your pants off and moves your underwear to the side because of how wet you are.

Big brother Rafe who tells you "that you feel so fucking tight." and "this pussy is so much better than anything I imagined."

Big brother Rafe who's a two pump chump because he just so excited to finally violate his little sister

~ love, bay-bay

[rabidjackalope]

ddlg and mdlg with JohnB and Sarah would so fix me. I just wanna be their little girl :(

[rabidjackalope]

hiya, I'm bay-bay!! (19. they, she. mixed)

This is my ddde blog, I mainly post/write for Rafe Cameron and Barry from obx and maybe Bucky Barnes here and there (MCU)!! If you don't like ddne content, just block me. I'm also ONLY ever log in via my laptop and crossfaded so pls be patient with updates!!

idk what else to say because I don't post on my other blogs lolz, so just ask me anything!! I will note, my only no's for writing are sc4t, v0mit and p3dophilia.

Inbox stauts - open

~ love, bay-bay