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Clark Kent save me😞

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BARCHIE SUCKS!!

who said that? 👀

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a ship so good it permanently alters your brain chemistry.

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About Wild Cards (again):

If you were/are a fan of Riverdale (esp. sleuthing Bughead, the cast), Nancy Drew (the Drew crew, Nace, the detective aspect of it, not the supernatural, but later to that), and especially Lucifer (Deckerstar, the det. stuff) - you will very likely enjoy this show, too.

I would describe it as a fun and lighthearted - with a little bit of angst, I must say - procedural romcom with a very pretty (imo, hehe) leading duo. Good acting, but not outstanding (again, my humble opinion). The murder/detective stuff is serious, but not too serious. The romcom and detective/cops* thingy has a nice balance, I would say. It's not supernatural, BUT there may or may not be an episode- and here is where I shut up. Lol

The series was only recently renewed for two more seasons which I'm very happy about. 😊

Don't expect something outstanding, but it is in my opinion really good and I want to recommend it (obvi). 🙂✌️🫶

(* Yes, I know, cops again. I was going into this show mostly blind, just saw some edits on my dash, but didn't know what it was about. Didn't even read the series description, lol. So when I started watching it, I honestly rolled my eyes a little when a handsome as hell man portraying a cop appeared on my screen 🙃😃 A nice little touch is that it doesn't play in LA, NY etc. It's apparently mostly in and around Vancouver.)

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Rainy day in Kyoto

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I know a little cottage

Where everything's just right;

The windows bloom with tulips.

At dusk there's candlelight.

— Virginia W. Bass

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"It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon."

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i. NEED. him. so. bad.

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Paying Respects | Part 4

A/N: on to part 4. Kinda scared myself with this one, but anyways the plot must move. I apologise for what you're about to read. Shorter part this time.

CW: dark Rafe is back. Rafe is mean in this one. Talks of death, weird pep talk with Ward before his scam death. Sofia, is the new girlfriend. Topper and Barry make an appearance. Smut: doggystyle, mirror sex, hair pulling, light degradation kink, praise kink. Cheating 🫣. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Summary: Ward stages his "fake death." The whole set-up, funeral, and wake. Your mom is suspicious about it. Your defence of the Cameron family leads to a rift between you two. Surprise at work.

"I'm proud of you son".

"Thanks dad".

"I need you to be the man, step I need you to take care of your sisters and Rose. Also it may be good for you to get a girlfriend, from our class. Have that family stability. People will respect you more that way. "

"Yeah sure dad".

"Thank you, it'll all be over soon, and we will get that gold. I just need to lay low for a bit".

"Yeah, yeah. I understand".

Those had been the last words Rafe had exchanged with his father. He now needed to play the role of the mourning son. The man to guide the family through this trying time.

Word had spread on the island about his death, plans for the funeral had started. Your mom along with the other woman had gotten together to plan food for the wake that'd take place afterwards.

You'd stayed up later than you'd liked helping your mom, preparing her signature lasagne, salad and cheese cake dishes.

"There’s something weird about this, Rose is acting very different for someone who should be in mourning". She'd said as she prepared breakfast, your mom a pedatric doctor had an early morning shift at the hospital.

"Mom, you can't say that, remember people mourn differently".

"Yeah, I know that. But its just this gut feeling".

"But can you drop it, at least be respectful, especially as the mom to the girlfriend, of the guy, who lost his dad, I have to look like a supportive girlfriend".

"No, I'll pay my respects to that, but I don't support this relationship".

"Whatever".

"I'm late, I've left some breakfast for you. But do think about the guy you're choosing to spend time with".

"Yeah, see ya later mom".

"Bye, honey".

Rafe on the other hand was doing just fine he was basically now in charge.

Well his role would officially start until the after the actual funeral which would take place tomorrow. In the mean time. He'd be doing other things. One of the activities on the to do list was.

Doing you.

He'd been at it since you'd walked in at seven am, it was now nine am. Rafe had done as many positions as he could.

Snapping his hips against you hard and fast. He now had you facing the mirror, head pulled back by your hair. Watching your face, you were a moaning mess, and in Rafe fashion, he mocked your moans.

"That's it, take that dick like the good slut you are".

"Slow down Rafe, it's too much".

"I'm not even fully in yet, plus you and I both know you can take it".

You felt him pull out and spit, coating his dick, and back in, he went. Deeper this time.

You gave up there was no point in arguing with Rafe. With him things had to go his way. You just hoped he'd stop after this round, or else you'd be late for work.

You watched his arm muscles tense and you felt his pace slow.

"M'gonna cum". Rafe groaned, you felt a warm liquid coating your insides. He pulled out tapping is cock against your ass. You felt him leaving more mess on your body.

You were already covered in his come from previous rounds. The only place left untouched was your face, thank goodness. But what made you angry was that you didn't get to come. That never happened he always made sure you climaxed.

"Rafe I didn't get to come".

"Mmm".

"Oh fuck you, Rafe".

"Whatever, now get out".

"Gladly".

You did your business in the bathroom, holding back tears as you showered and got ready for work in a hurry. Probably with your work shirt on backwards. You didn't care. You ran into Barry and Topper, who were sitting on the couch.

"Well, hello princess". Barry greeted, in faux friendliness, of course, they would be friends with Rafe. Jerks always had a way of sticking together.

"Ughh, Rafe its too much". Topper mocked.

Tired and annoyed. You rolled your eyes and left.

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"You okay?". Kie asked as you, basically limped around the restaurant.

"Yeah, probs sprained an ankle".

"If you need breaks in between let me know".

"Thanks, but I'll be fine".

The day moved quickly, you hadn't had time to think about much and instead focused on the customers.

The tips were extra good today too. It was approaching dinner, and families had started to fill the restaurant. Kiara's dad had asked you to stay longer, and of course, you wouldn't decline, more hours more money.

"Ugh look who's here". Kie announced as she wiped the empty table. Rafe had walked with Sofia on his arm.

He was smiling, full dimple on display. You weren't jealous, good for him. Maybe this way he'd be off your back literally and figuratively.

Kie took over leading them to a ready table. You could feel his eyes on you. You dared yourself not to look, and you'd passed that dare. Not once did you pay attention to him.

Instead, you placed your full energy into serving customers. Your hard work had gotten you free dinner, and you sat at the back of the restaurant.

That helped. Because there it was again, your throat tightened, and you wanted to cry again.

Breathe in

Breathe out

Breathe in

Breathe out

You hummed your favourite songs, trying to tune out the thoughts plaguing your mind. Rafe had played you, that stupid apology was a sham, anything to get your mind off of him.

"Hey sweetheart, long day work, out here limping around. How did that happen".

How?

Its like whenever you thought about him. Poof he appears.

"Go away, Rafe".

"Mmm, nah. Just saying hi. Better see you at the funeral, I have something for you afterwards".

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Retribution Series | discontinued

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Sweet Release

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Desperado | Part 3

Part 2

A/N: part 3. I've never pumped out this many parts in one go. Damn, back by popular demand, shout out to the lovely readers who requested more, been keeping me motivated ;). Probs will be the last part.

CW: soft!dark rafe cameron, praise kink, degradation kink, DUBCON. reader now on birth control, hair pulling, missionary sex, p in v sex, spit as lube. frenemies with benefits. more vulnerable Rafe. Rafe has moved out. Reader is now the brains behind the operation. Grovelling Rafe. Not edited. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

SUMMARY: reader is still working as Wheezie's tutor and working as a waitress. On the side however she's now going to working with Rafe as the accountant/ go to math person. Reader calls for a truce.

you: we need to talk

rafe: sure, come over

As soon as you entered Rafe's house the conversation lasted all about two minutes. He now had you on your back, him knelt between your spread legs. Rafe was currently rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit, occasionally tapping it against your throbbing clit.

"rafe stop teasing".

"Look at you so needy, for my cock".

"Am not".

"aM, nOt, pathetic, you're basically begging, rubbing yourself against me like that, nah that's the definition of needy".

"Please Rafe, I don't have all day".

"have some where better to be?".

"yes".

"Okay, put it in". The sigh of relief you let out amused Rafe, as he watched you put his cock in.

"Fuckkk". He groaned, louder than usual. Well now the both of you could be as loud as you can since he lived by himself. You moaned, in satisfaction you still were getting used to the stretch that came with fucking Rafe. You sort of hoped you wouldn't get used it. The shock was always nice.

"Hold your legs up, sweetheart".

You did as he asked. Ugh another thing you berated yourself over. You liked the way Rafe told you what to do, and he'd been considerate to learn what like, fulfilling every fantasy who'd had so far.

He turned his attention to your, boobs, pinching and lapping at each nipple. Occasionally nipping at them as he pumped slow, and steady. In and out. In and out. Fully out then, deep stroke in. Rafe worked in that pattern over and over again.

"Feels s'good, this pussy so good!!". He whimpered. Oh, that whimper made you roll your eyes. Rafe was a whimper.

"Eyes on me sweetheart, this is what your pussy does to me, got me whimpering and moaning".

"Oh I know".

"Look who's being cocky now".

"Whatever, harder please".

"Your wish is my command".

Rafe pulls you down by your hips harder, buried to the hilt. His pace was now brutal and hard. In and out and in and out. Just as you liked it. You held his forearms for stability, lost in all the pleasure of Rafe's intense strokes.

Eye contact was important to him, and so you held it as much as you could even though you were tempted to close them. You all but moaned and sobbed. His moans and whimpers were in sync with you. It was pure pleasure and passion in his very room.

You'd never had it this good.

"Just like that Rafe, fuck that's the spot, right there".

"Yeah?".

"Mhhmm".

Rafe glanced at your lips and the bounce of your breasts as he continued to pump. Again that flash, of vulnerability was there. This time it stayed longer. Embarrassed he buried his head into your neck and you held his back and massaged the back of his neck.

"Just, shut up".

Huh?

Rafe held his head once again. Groaning, grip firmer on your hips, you were sure you were going to see bruises tomorrow. He was looking into your eyes anymore. Instead, he was looking at where you were connected.

He sensed that you were trying to get his attention. What he did next caught you off guard. He pulled you forward by your hair, making you look at where you were connected.

"Looked down, when I fuck you".

His voice was deeper and raspy. You kinda missed the added pet names.

Whatever.

You accepted that the set up of your dynamic wasn't two people in love and displaying passion.

It all started with Rafe showing who's in charge. But you'd also let him do that. Now, your mind was spiralling. You willed yourself to come back to the moment, then you'd unleash all that anger onto Rafe.

His muscles tensed, and his cock twitched inside of you. He was close.

"You close?".

"No".

"Mmm".

Rafe, pressed down on your clit, rubbing and angling his hips to reach your G-spot. He was doing that simultaneously. You finally came, and time felt like it came to a standstill. Your breath was erratic. Rafe had already come, but was still hard.

"You wanted to talk, let's talk". Rafe was still pulsing inside you. There was no way you could talk about anything serious like this.

So you took his cock out of you, his cum spilling out of you.

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Rafe and you has showered separately and were seated on his sofa. You eating his left overs pizza and Thai takeaway.

"I'm asking for a truce, I won't tell anyone. We call whatever this is off".

"Okay, we can call a truce".

"Fine, we stop whatever this is".

"Okay".

"That's it, you're actually going to".

"Yes, I trust that you won't tell anyone, work for me though. I'll pay generously. Just the financials. Accounting basically".

"I get paid, very well too. No delivering anything and you delete that audio from your phone and I mean it".

"Okay deal".

"And what was that about that whole weird vulnerable eye thing".

"Nothing just had bit on my mind".

"It wasn't nothing".

"I've never had sex in missionary before". That explains it. You don't blame him. Sex is pretty intimate for some people. However, the way you two have gone about it isn't exactly conventional.

"Really?".

"Yeah".

"Its to initimate".

"And the while choking thing, what was that?".

"I don't know. I'm just into that. You're the first girl to ever do that".

"Mmm".

"Yeah. I'm sorry".

"That's okay, I oddly enjoyed our weird dynamic. Maybe we can explore more of that. With boundaries of course." That caught Rafe by surprise, and even you were shocked by the words that spilled out of your mouth.

"Yeah that'd be nice...also I'm sorry for what I did, I'll work hard to gain your trust".

"Thats okay. You've got yourself a deal".

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Bonnie Bennett mood board

“I don’t know if I’m scared of myself or kind of like the new me.”

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God I bet Steve could bounce me on his cock like a rag doll

There something soooo intoxicating about golden boy being a total freak in the sheets with you 🤭

and the thing is he's not trying to do it because he wants to 'bounce you on his cock' he's doing it because it feels good for the both of you. he's not trying to be suave and sexy and cool he's chasing your hole like a starved man and he can get more of it if gravity is on his side. he probably doesn't even realize how hot you found it to be bounced around and shaken up until you crawl up against his chest next time and beg him to do it again. he gets this faint little smirk on his face and he runs his hands along your cheeks, cupping them and resting his fingers on the back of your neck, 'yeah? you liked that?'

when you nod vigorously and inch forwards on his abs he presses forwards for a kiss, and it's all you can do to lift yourself up to let him get out of his pants. this becomes a standard position for you guys and he is careful with you, but once he learns that you like being thrown around he'll do it just to make you cream

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Girls are like “I'm shy” then want you to choke them while kissing.

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You and Rafe had been best friends since as long as you could remember. You were the only girl he could actually be friends with because every other girl he tried with, he ended up fucking.

But not you. You had always had really bad acne and never really was the kind of girl guys would look at—especially not Rafe but that was before you went off to college.

College is what changed you. You had filled out in all the right places, your skin had cleared and you had grown confident in yourself. So when you came back home for the summer Rafe was gobsmacked by how curvy you were without all the baggy layers you once wore.

It didn’t take long until he had you in his bed as he put the tip of his cock in you. It had never occurred to you that this would be possible—you dreamed about it many times but you never thought he could ever want you.

Thank god he’s so superficial. You thought to yourself as he leaned down and kissed your face.

“You feel so tight, baby” Rafe moved deeper within you and you cried out as he hit that spot. “Fuck. I’m going to make this the best summer of your fucking life.”

Your hands dug into the muscles in his back as he slammed in and out of your body. Your cries seemed to only inspire him to speed up even more, and you were sure you were drawing blood from his back with how deep your nails had gotten in him but you didn’t care.

As he hit his peak he didn’t even try to pull out but you weren’t concerned. You weren’t on the pill but he knew that—it was like he wanted to take that chance so he could claim you as his forever, and that just turned you on even more.