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[crookedteethed]

ᡣ𐭩 the good girl . • ° 　 .　 *　:.　the introduction (1)

synopsis -- Rafe is infatuated with you, his new secretary; something about a trip to Morocco. Rafe is in debt and wants you to pick up a bag of cocaine from Barry for him.

warnings: 18+ mdni mostly through Rafe's (perverted) pov, cursing, ward is still alive, smut but through fantasies, angst, Slight Dark! Rafe, drug/alcohol usage

a/n: I don't know anything about real estate so please don't take the buisness portions in this series seriously.

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You and Rafe had four scheduled meetings together before noon, each one dragging on with the monotonous drone of old men discussing business.

Rafe, easily bored, found his attention drifting away from the discussions and towards you. He couldn't help but notice the delicate beauty marks scattered across your smooth crossed legs, a detail he had committed to memory by the third meeting.

He longed for your soft voice as he listened to the sound of flapping cheeks and tedious numbers being tossed back and forth. Every now and then, just to hear it, he would interrupt with a simple question in your ear: "You got that down?"

And in response, you would always give a respectful "Yes sir" or a subtle hum on quieter days.

Rafe would watch you intently as you quickly scribbled down notes about whatever mundane topic was being discussed by the mortgage broker--so you can recite to him later.

Despite the dullness of the meetings, he found himself amused by your presence and secretly looked forward to these moments shared between just the two of you.

And then, like clockwork, that smart ass Pope Hayward would lean in and whisper something in your ear, too, ruining everything for Rafe.

Hayward had worked for R&P, the mortgage brokers for Cameron Development, and would often attend their meetings. He always sat beside you, on the opposite side of Rafe, where he was conveniently hidden behind your body and out of Rafe's line of sight.

Rafe thinks this is a sneaky move on Hayward's part since Rafe had suspicions that Hayward may have a crush on you, which only fueled his anger towards Hayward and the meetings.

If Rafe ever discovered Heyward's true feelings for you, he wouldn't hesitate to resurrect the violence of their teenage years. He'd make you watch as he reminded Heyward exactly who you belonged to, letting Heyward's blood stain his thousand-dollar leather shoes. After all, what better way to prove his love than marking his expensive Italian leather with the consequences of wanting what's his? Some men send flowers – Rafe Cameron sends messages written in bruises and blood.

The boardroom felt thick with tension as Rafe's attention ping-ponged between the financial reports and the way Heyward kept leaning toward you. His knuckles turned white around his Mont Blanc pen every time Heyward whispered something in your ear, every time you smiled politely in response.

The irony wasn't lost on him – Heyward's own secretary sat barely three feet away, yet here he was, hovering over what belonged to Rafe. His secretary. His territory.

By the fourth meeting, Rafe found  himself on the brink of madness, his father, Ward Cameron, drawling tone grating on his nerves. 

Mentally detached, he fantasized about indulging in a line of cocaine to awaken his senses, only to have his mind wander to envisioning himself ravishing you right atop the conference table in full view of everyone. 

His imagination spiraled further, picturing the new maintenance girl he saw a couple nights ago, pleasuring you while you, upside down like a flipped turtle, sucking his cock. 

A sudden pang of guilt hit Rafe as he remembered that he needed to order another batch of his "special" supplies from Barry.

He wondered if you, his new secretary, would be willing to make the call for him. His former assistant would have handled it without question, but she was long gone now.

Rafe resumed thinking about you, him, and the maintenance girl having a very sexy threesome on the conference table; he's jolted back to the present as his father's voice rings out, drawing his attention to the press room, where every man's gaze is fixed on him. 

The gentle touch of your hand on the padded sleeve of his suit stirs him, and he feels like popping a boner from your warm touch. 

He asks Ward to repeat himself.

Ward's voice was agitated, his tone indicating his impatience with his son. "Rafe, I want you to deal with the Morocco situation," he repeated firmly.

Later on, Rafe fumed over his father's request in his newly personalized office. Rafe's response was harsh and tense as he spat at his father, "How fair is it to dump all of this on me?!"

He had initially been planning for a sleek, earthy-toned with a black and brown look for his office. But when you mentioned your preference for dark blue and white, Rafe couldn't resist. After all, he always looked delectable in those colors, you told him (and yes, delectable was the exact word you used). So Rafe dropped his original design and went with a nautical theme instead.

"Well, son," Ward's voice cut through the air like ice, "if you could tear your eyes away from your secretary for five minutes, you might understand why the Morocco deal is crucial for this company's future."

Rafe's jaw clenched. "I wasn't--"

"Save it," Ward interrupted, his calm facade cracking. "I've seen this before, Rafe. The way you look at her, how you've redecorated your entire office to her taste. Just like all the others." He leaned forward, voice dropping. "How many secretaries have we lost because of you? How many NDAs have I had to sign?"

The accusation hung heavy in the air. Rafe's hands curled into fists, his cerulean eyes darkening with something dangerous. "This one's different," he growled.

"That's what you said about the last one." Ward's laugh was bitter. "And the one before that. Face it, son - you're becoming predictable. By this time next month, I'll be interviewing replacements. Again."

"Look," Ward's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, but Rafe wasn't about to let him finish that thought.

"No, you look," he spits at his father. "You're always pulling this crap on me - sending me off to do your dirty work like some kind of expendable pawn. 'Send Rafe to northwest Africa for two months, with our worst fucking clients' " Rafe said, fake laughing and clapping all the while." Well the joke's on me, isn't it?" Rafe's eyes blaze with anger and bitterness as years of resentment bubble to the surface.

The words flew out of Rafe's mouth like venomous arrows, each one stinging with a sharp and bitter rage. "You wouldn't dare do this to Sarah, dad--your perfect little princess. But me? I'm just the expendable son, right? Send me on a ten hour flight, unpaid, to fix someone else's mistakes!" His voice dripped with disdain as he imitated his father's words in a mocking tone.

But Ward was not cowed by his son's outburst. "Rafe, please just calm down and listen--"

Rafe's words were sharp as he cut Ward off. "Don't play dumb with me, Dad. I know exactly why you're sending me to South Africa - it's a punishment, a way to get rid of me." The tension in the office was thick and palpable as Ward yelled back, their argument echoing off the walls for all to hear.

But amidst the chaos, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity and nosiness. You had been waiting outside Rafe's office, ready to deliver an urgent message about his 3 o'clock lunch meeting with another Mortgage Broker, Dennis Rutherford.

As time ticked by and Rafe's chauffeured car waited impatiently outside, you knew you had to intervene before it was too late.

Bursting into the office uninvited, you were greeted with the sight of father and son locked in a heated battle, their words laced with anger and resentment. This was not just another work disagreement - this was a deep-rooted family conflict that threatened to tear them apart.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen." you awkwardly say, getting both men's attention. 

Had it been anyone else, Rafe would have immediately fired them for barging in like that. However, since it was you—and he hadn’t yet had the chance to sleep with you—Rafe merely shouted a sharp "What?!" that made you recoil in fear. He felt awful about your reaction but thought he could make it up to you later when his tongue is knee-deep into your pussy.

"Your 3'oclock, sir--with Mr.Rutherford." You say, trying to mask their intimidation.

"Shit." Rafe cursed, swiping a hand across his growing buzzed head. "Did you call the chauffeur?" he asked you. 

You acknowledge with a bow of your head, responding, Of course, sir, as you pass his briefcase into his hands. Rafe longed to refer to you as his good girl, yet with his father present in the room—and after already being seen openly "oogling" you earlier by his father and possibly others—he hesitated. 

While escorting Rafe from the office, he looks at you and remarks: 

"Join me and Rutherford for lunch."

Your heart races as you scramble to find an excuse. "I-I have a mountain of work to catch up on--"

"I don't recall asking you," he sneers, cutting you off. "I was telling you."

Twenty minutes past the scheduled meeting time, and Rafe had already downed three vodka shots, each one burning away at his paper-thin patience. The bar at Roots, despite its upscale pretense, felt suffocating.

You'd been to countless lunch meetings with him before, but something about today felt different. More dangerous. Maybe it was the way his leg kept brushing against yours under the bar, or how his cerulean eyes seemed to devour you between drinks.

Rafe Cameron, with his old money and expensive tastes, ordered another round. You watched, entranced despite yourself, as the alcohol stripped away his careful facade, revealing something raw and hungry underneath.

"Have a drink with me," he murmured, his voice honey-thick with liquor. His glazed eyes fixed on yours, holding secrets you weren't sure you wanted to understand.

"I believe one of us should stay sober, sir," you replied, fighting to keep your voice steady. The 'sir' slipped out automatically, and you watched his pupils dilate at the word.

A dark smile played at his lips as he closed his eyes, savoring your voice like another shot of vodka. Something about your presence seemed to intoxicate him more than the alcohol – a power that thrilled and terrified you in equal measure.

His hand found your knee under the bar, and you clutched your purse tighter, using it like a shield. Rafe noticed – he noticed everything about you – and his smile turned predatory.

"Just one drink," he pressed, sliding a virgin cocktail toward you. "Let go for me." The 'for me' sounded more like a claim than a request.

Forty-seven minutes in, Rutherford finally arrived to find Rafe thoroughly drunk and dangerously unraveled. The moment shattered as Rutherford launched into a tirade about debts – \$250,000 worth of them, spread across every loan shark in the city.

You shifted in your seat, uncomfortably aware of Rafe's heat beside you, the way his expensive cologne mixed with top-shelf vodka.

"The money's coming," Rafe slurred, but his eyes remained sharp, calculating. "Big deals in the pipeline. Major commissions."

Rutherford's lip curled in disgust. "Better hope so, Cameron. Or things get ugly."

The threat hung in the air like smoke. Rafe's fist clenched on the bar, his other hand still burning against your knee, his whole body vibrating with barely contained violence.

His thoughts scattered between the mounting pressure, the need for chemical escape, and the way your pulse jumped in your throat every time he leaned too close.

Without realizing it, Rafe grabbed your shoulder roughly and whispered in your ear, nearly dislocating your shoulder blade in the process.

Rafe's desperation was palpable as he leaned in closer, his voice a low murmur. "I need you to do something for me," he said, his eyes locked onto yours. "There's a guy named Barry. He's got something I need. I need you to pick it up for me."

Your heart raced as you realized what he was asking. "What is it?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Rafe hesitated, his gaze shifting away. "It's a bag of cocaine," he admitted finally. "I need it to clear my head, to think straight. And I need it now."

You knew the risks, but Rafe's desperation was undeniable. He was in deep trouble, and he needed your help, as you looked in those glossy cerulean eyes of his. "Alright," you sighed, "I'll do it. But this is the last time, Mr. Cameron, what will your father think?"

"What he thinks of me already—that I'm just a Rafe, his screw-up of a son," Rafe replied. Despite this, a look of relief spread across his face, although the predatory gleam in his eyes remained. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled business card, pressing it into your palm with trembling fingers. His touch lingered longer than necessary, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

"Barry works out of the Bellamy Building on 5th," he whispered, his hot breath reeking of vodka against your ear. "Suite 401. Tell him Rafe sent you. And for God's sake, don't let anyone follow you."

Rutherford watched this exchange with cold calculation, his jaw clenched tight. He knew exactly what was happening – he'd seen plenty of rich boys like Rafe drag their employees into their mess before.

You gathered your things, trying to ignore how Rafe's eyes followed your every movement. Just as you stood to leave, he grabbed your wrist, his grip tight enough to bruise.

"One hour," he hissed. "I need it in one hour. Don't disappoint me."

The weight of what you'd agreed to settled heavy in your stomach as you walked toward the exit. Behind you, you could hear Rutherford's gravelly voice resume his threats, but Rafe's attention remained fixed on your retreating form until you disappeared through the door.

The Bellamy Building loomed like a tombstone against the afternoon sky, its worn brick facade a testament to forgotten glory. Inside, the elevator's slow climb gave you too much time to think – about Rafe's hungry cerulean eyes, his lingering touches that burned like brands, how every "yes, sir" seemed to draw you deeper into his web.

Suite 401 lurked at the end of a dimly lit hallway, distinguished only by tarnished brass numbers. Your knuckles rapped against the door – twice, then three times, just as Rafe had instructed. The sound seemed to echo down the empty corridor.

The door creaked open just enough to reveal a sliver of face: tired eyes beneath greasy long black hair, calculating and cold. "Barry?" Your voice emerged steadier than your racing heart. "Rafe Cameron sent me."

The door groaned wider. Barry matched his surroundings perfectly – disheveled but alert, like a crow picking through society's remains. His office was a study in decay: nicotine-stained walls, flickering fluorescent lights that made everything look diseased, and an ancient desk that had witnessed too many secrets.

"Well, well," Barry's lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Another one of Rafe's girls." He studied you like a specimen under glass. "You know, you're all starting to blur together. Pretty. Proper. Corruptible." The last word dripped with dark amusement.

He slid a small package across the desk, but when you reached for it, his fingers trapped yours. You jerked the package away.

Inescapably, Barry's raspy laugh followed you as you ascended down the hallway, bouncing off the grimy walls like a bad omen. "Tell Rafe his debt's getting steep," he called after you, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "And honey? Better watch yourself! Pretty secretaries like you have a way of… disappearing around Rafe Cameron."

Barry's laughter echoed through the grimy hallway, following you like a shadow as you rushed toward the elevator. Each click of your heels against the worn floor seemed to mock you: Pretty. Proper. Corruptible. The words burrowed into your mind, mixing with memories of Rafe's heated stares and possessive touches.

Your mind kept circling back to Barry's words – "disappearing around Rafe Cameron" – like a moth drawn to a deadly flame. The phrase echoed in your head, mixing with memories of Rafe's possessive touches and hungry stares. Each floor the elevator descended seemed to bring a new question: How many secretaries came before you? Where did they really go?

The package felt heavier in your hands as you realized maybe it wasn't just cocaine Rafe was addicted to – maybe it was the thrill of watching people fall into his web, one pretty secretary at a time.

The elevator doors couldn't close fast enough. In its mirrored walls, your reflection looked different somehow – as if Barry's words had marked you, changed you. Your phone buzzed in your purse, Rafe's name lighting up the screen, and you realized with a shiver that maybe Barry was right. Maybe you were already corrupted – after all, here you were, picking up cocaine for your boss in a building that reeked of broken dreams and dirty money.

But that didn't mean you were corrupted by Rafe specifically… right? This was just part of the job. Just another task, like scheduling meetings or taking notes while he stared at you across the conference table. Just another "yes, sir" in a long line of things you told yourself were purely professional. Even if your heart raced every time he got too close. Even if you kept saying yes to things that crossed every line you'd ever drawn.

You were just doing your job. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.

Back at Roots, you found Rafe alone, Rutherford's absence heavy in the air. His hands trembled as you passed him the package under the bar, his relief palpable. Without a word, he grabbed your wrist and led you to the private bathroom in the back.

The fluorescent light buzzed overhead as Rafe arranged neat lines on the marble countertop. You turned to leave, but he caught your reflection in the mirror.

"Stay," he commanded softly. Then, more vulnerable: "Please."

You watched as he inhaled sharply, his body relaxing as the cocaine hit his system. When he straightened up, his eyes met yours in the mirror – pupils blown wide, but somehow clearer than before.

"Barry mentioned the money you owe him," you say carefully, your voice echoing off the pristine walls of the family restroom. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across Rafe's sharp features as he straightens up from the sink, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

"You know what scares me?" Rafe suddenly said, his eyes never leaving you in his backward reflection. "Not the money I owe. Not my father. Not even my fucking addiction." His voice cracked perfectly, a rehearsed break he'd perfected over years of practice.

"I'm nothing but Dad's fuck-up son. A disappointment. A monster." He laughed bitterly, running a trembling hand through his hair. "And you… you're too good. Too pure. The way you look at me like I could be better…" His fingers traced your reflection in the mirror. "It kills me knowing I'll destroy you too. Just like I destroy everything else."

Your heart ached at his words. Without thinking, you turned to face him, reaching up to touch his cheek. "You're not a monster, Mr. Cameron. You're just—"

"Rafe," he interrupted, leaning into your touch. "Please… just call me Rafe."

You saw the vulnerability in his eyes, the pain, the self-loathing. It made you want to save him, to prove him wrong about himself. And that's exactly what he was counting on.

Because what you missed, in that moment of compassion, was the calculating gleam behind his tears. The slight upturn of his lips as you fell perfectly into place. The way his hand tightened possessively on your waist, marking you as his next conquest.

"I need you," he whispered against your palm, knowing exactly how those words would seal your fate. "You're the only one who sees me. Really sees me."

And as you whispered back words of comfort, of understanding, Rafe Cameron smiled into your hand – the same smile he'd worn when the last girl who tried to save him learned exactly what kind of monster he really was.

The bathroom's fluorescent light flickered once, casting strange shadows across his face. In that brief moment of darkness, his mask slipped, revealing something hungry and triumphant in his expression. But by the time the light steadied again, all you could see was the broken man you desperately wanted to fix.

After all, the best predators know exactly how to play wounded.

a/n: thanks for making it to the end of this chapter!! as always all likes comments, and reblog keeps me motivated! 💕🫶🏾

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[babyboy555777]

New York~New assistant-Rafe Cameron PT:1

Summary: You were hired for one of the biggest businessmen in New York to be his assistant.

CW: bit of angst in this chapter. Leading up to the rest of the story. (did not proofread)

You straightened your now messed up hair as you walked into the tall lit up building. The wind gusted through the doors as someone else had stepped in behind you making your hair fly slightly to the front of your face. "Damn it." you mutter to yourself.

You quickly fixed your hair again walking away from the door and towards the elevator. You stepped into the crowded small space taking a deep breath getting light head by all the expensive perfumes and cologne mixing around in the tight space shared by others.

As the elevator dinged at the top floor you stepped off looking around lost. You looked at each door all looking the same looking for a specific name. As you made it to the last door on the hall you let out a sigh of relief seeing "Cameron" on a gold plaque screwed into the heavy wooden door.

You softly brought your hand up and knocked hearing it as it echoed through the empty hallway. "Come in!" A voice yelled behind the door. You slowly open the door walking in to see a tall lean but muscular man looking out the window as he spoke on the phone.

His buzzed hair fit him perfectly. His jaw was smooth yet sharp all at the same time. His hand clung to his phone angrily, making his veins a bit more visible on his on the back of his hand. His bicep twitched with each word he yelled out.

"I told you for the last time, I'm not doing that shit! Look I made my deal and if we can't agree then so sorry I will not be doing business with you go... go look somewhere else." He hung up the phone throwing it on the desk as if he didn't care if it broke.

He sighed holding his head in his hands. He rubbed over through his prickly hair. Soon he shot his cold blue eyes at you making a chill run down your spine. "And you are?" He cocked a brow moving closer to you.

You stood frozen and stiff but managed to speak. "I'm y/n, y/n y/l/n. I'm your new assist that was hired Friday." He nodded his head at you looking you up and down in your business outfit. You looked comfortable and very put together. He clicked his tongue walking back to his desk without another glance.

"Sit." He gestured to the char in front of him yet still not looking at you. You took the command and slowly sunk into the chair placing your purse beside you. Mr. Cameron flipped through papers his hands caressing each corner. You bit your bottom lip at the sight but soon shook your head trying to suppress the thoughts that flew into your mind.

"So, Miss y/l/n" He looked up at you with his blue eyes, once again making you shiver. You nodded your head at him. "Your office is right beside mine. Anything I need done you will do, or else you will be fired. Got it?" You nodded your head once again.

He leaned back in his chair, his muscles flexing with his movements. "You speak, or no?" He chuckled lightly. "I'm sorry. I was just letting you speak Mr. Cameron." He shook his head.

"You can speak when I've told or asked you something. As long as you don't interrupt me, unless it's important, then we are fine." You nodded your head again but stuttered out the words. "Y-yes sir."

He looked you up and down again before letting out a huff. "Like I said office is next door. On your desk you have one of these phones." he pointed to the sleek black phone connected with a cord.

"Blue button is connected to me and me only. It will ding letting you know if I'm on the line. If it is so important and cannot wait you will hit the blue button again."

He sat up a bit moving closer to his desk. "Now on your desk are a few papers. One contains my email and password along with varies other things I might need you to log into at certain times. You also have a new email; one used for here and here only. I can log into your email if I have suspicions of anything that goes against the work rules, which you can also find on your desk."

"If I do find anything I have the choice of a warning and talking to you about a rule being broken, or I can go ahead and fire you. I keep close watches on everyone here and nothing flies by me got it?"

You nodded your head. "I got it."

"Your first week I'll go easy on you. You are still figuring this all out and I don't need my work ruined by your stupid mistakes." Your face went slightly pink as he spoke. So much going on and it felt like no matter what you did your job was at a risk.

His voice was so stern, meaning that he did not play with his business. He was so serious, and it made you weak in the knees. "If I need you, I'll call you in. For now, you can go to your office."

You rose up from the chair grabbing your bag. You pulled down your skirt down as it rode up from the chair. Rafe watched your hands slide down your hips making him clear his throat and turn his head.

"Okay thank you." you said, and he gave a small smile in return before looked back to his papers on his desk. You quickly left his office closing the door softly behind you. You walked to the office right next to him looking at the sliver plaque that was plastered with your first and last name.

You let out a sigh of relief before opening the door and stepping in. You looked around the office. It was simple as small. A silver desk pairs with a sleek black chair with silver accents.

There was two flat computers side by side on the desk paired with a wireless mouse and keyboard. You laid your bag on the floor desk before looking over the view of the city.

You felt like you were in a movie looking over the city. The bight early sun shining through the window. Everyone below looked so small as if you could step on them from here. You could see the wind gusting through the tress off the city streets and people quickly pacing.

The sound of ringing echoed through office. You looked over the phone flashing red. Mr. Cameron's voice came through. "I need you to go to the faculty lounge and grab me some coffee."

You pressed the button answering back. "What would you like in it?" You grabbed a pen off your desk and a sticky note waiting to write it down. "Just black." he replied back, and the red light turned off.

You blinked a few times at the phone. "Okay then." you muttered to yourself getting up and heading down the hall. You found the lounge quickly and stepped in looking around for the coffee machine.

"Espresso machine?" You sighed looking at all the pods laying in the small metal basket. "For Cameron?" A voice spoke behind you. You nodded your head at the man who had his hands shoved into his pockets.

He slicked back his short black hair and stepped closer. "He has his own separated from the rest with his name." He opened the cabinet above you pulling down a similar basket with the name "Cameron" labeled on it.

"Thank you." you let out a sigh of relief grabbing one of the pods and popping it into the machine and grabbing a one-use cup and slipping it under the spout.

"No problem." The man smiled at you. "Are you his new assistant?" You nodded your head watching him lean against the counter. "Don't worry he'll be easy on you. He usually is with any of his assistances."

You cocked your head a bit. "Can I ask why?" He chuckled. "Because he knows he's hard to work with." You grabbed the cup slipping the lid on it. You nodded your head thinking of his words. Hard to work with.

"Thank you for your help. I appreciate it." You smiled gentle at him and walked out without saying another word.

You knocked on the wooden door once again. He yelled through the door to come in. "You don't have to knock you just come in. Got it." He said in a stern voice.

"Yes sir. I'm sorry." He looked up from his desk. "9 minutes." You looked at him confused for a moment before speaking up. "Excuse me?" He cleared his throat. "It takes 2 minutes to get from your office and down the hall. Takes 2 minutes to prep the coffee pod and cup. And then takes 2 to get back here. 6 minutes is how long it should be."

Your face went red out of embarrassment. "I couldn't figure out what coffee you wanted. I was aware you had yours separated from the rest. A guy same in and help and then..." He interrupted your words.

"What guy." He scoffed his words. "I'm not sure. He was a taller man with slick back hair."

"Kody? Stay away from him he'll get in the way of your work." He paused. "He talks to damn much." his last words leaving his mouth quietly. "I'm sorry." You place the coffee on his desk and backed up.

"You can go now." You nodded your head left the office. Thoughts flew your head. "Mad over the time coffee arrives to his desk. What a prick" you thought to yourself before walking back into your office.

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You had finally made it to the end of the day. Letting out a deep sigh you pushed yourself back into your chair quietly thanking god the day has come to an end.

Rafe's words were a lie. "Your first week I'll go easy on you." What a literal fucking lie. You sighed pushing back into your desk chair throwing your head back waiting for your last few papers to print.

Rafe's voice rang through the speaker phone. "My office now." He said in a stern deep voice. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head already aggravated with him from today.

You quickly got up making your way to the big office at the end of the hallway, opening the door and stepping in. "Yes sir?" Your voice rang through the big room. He turned in his chair nodding his head telling you to sit.

He had his eyes locked on your body as you moved to the chair in front of him. He cleared his throat before speaking. "I'll be honest right here right now. I want you."

Your face goes bright red. "Ex..excuse me?" He chuckled getting up from his seat walking over to your chair. He leaned down close to your face. "I want you. I want to taste you." His voice was husky and raw and it made all the hairs on your body stand.

He leaned in closer to your neck right below your ear. "And if you don't let me...I'll fucking fire you." Your eyes went wide. You couldn't even afford to lose this job. This, right now, was all you had.

"What." you said breathless as his lips brushed against your neck. "You heard me." You'd be lying if you said you weren't even a little bit turned on. You bit your lip trying to hold yourself back.

Rafe trailed one of his hands up and down your thigh. "Ever since you walked in, I knew I wanted you." He chuckled pulling back from your neck looking you in the eyes. "I worked you to death so I could fuck the stress right out of you."

"Holy shit, I'm about to fuck my boss."

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(Maybe I should proofread holy shat😭)

[bethfuller]

💼 introducing Ted, the world’s most useless businessman 💼

(want to see his stock portfolio? concerned about his multiple vitamin deficiencies? buy my comic, Witching Hour !)

[thoughtfulchaos773]

I'm on a time-tracking rewatch. 2x03 was 11 weeks before opening, and 2x05 was 6 weeks before opening. You're telling me he didn't tell Sydney for a whole month that he was hanging out with a friend who's a girl? It's not like he was keeping it a secret from everyone because Natalie knew early on he was spending time with Claire.

Whether platonic or a business partnership, if Syd and Carmy were building a friendship, it's strange that he didn't tell Sydney at all.

Was Carmy ever going to tell Sydney about Claire?

[mad3lyncline]

[byronfucks]

Adding a trip to Florence just because of my new hyperfixation to the list of things that ruin my bank account

[0xstarzx0]

FAULT |ONE SHOT|

Officer Rafe x Reader

{OPEN COMMAND (please 😔)}

[English is not my native language❗️❗️]

synopsis: Even if it happened years ago, You haven’t forgotten and your boyfriend doesn’t intend to leave the criminals in peace

tw: smut, non-con, motion of sex, sex, Blame the victim, plush, mention of murder.

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In general you do not walk in the street so late, you preferred to stay at home and watch TV or paint. You walked aimlessly, your phone vibrated in your pocket and you took it putting strands of hair behind your ear.

He was a boy in your class you never talked to. "Walking alone on the street is dangerous, you know?"

When you finished reading the message, you instantly looked up, you started looking around. "Is anyone there?" You asked to hide the fear in your voice.

You started to write a message when someone caught you violently from behind, you did not have time to shout because, the stranger had already his hand on your throat and mouth.

The man was a little taller than you, his greasy brown hair and his mouth that had a mischievous smile. You look like a little prey that just got caught.

"You know my name, right?" He threw you against a wall in a little alley. You lied and nodded, his expression became firmer.

"You lie and you want to know why?" He tightened his grip on your neck, making you squirm in every way hitting his arm.

He approached his lips with your ear." Because the day I asked you out you didn’t know my name." He lets go of your throat." The day I asked you to give me a pencil, you still didn’t know my name." He starts unbuttoning his pants. "And you know what?" you start to cry even harder. then he starts to lower your tracksuit bottom." Tonight, I’m gonna make you so impure that no man will ever touch you again, baby I promise."

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as he had promised, no man would dare to approach you, You were disgusting in their eyes, You provoked it is true, how could a boy like that rape a girl?? " He was too nice to do it." said some girls who went to classes together." She was just ignoring her, and anyway it’s good for her, he did the right thing to calm her down," said some guys.

You stopped going to college because of this, it took you three years of therapy to convince yourself that you weren’t the one at fault.

You sort of moved on in your own way, Drinking was one of the easiest ways. But instead you comb. You express what you felt while painting.

You even tried to make friends, and you did.

Stella went through the same thing you did, except she joined the police. For her to put swelling behind bars was the most important thing.

And one night when you were waiting for her at her place of work, she came out, you started walking towards her when a man and went out and stood next to her and said nothing, he just lit a cigarette and handed her his package. She lit a cigarette.

She looks at the area slightly strained, then her eyes are on you. "Y/N you were not to come later?" she asks you trouble." But since I don’t have any other friends and I finished my painting earlier, I came to see you in advance!" You say trying to be as convincing as possible.

Actually, the canvas you painted was your attacker’s face, you don’t want to forget it, you can’t forget it. So when you finished the canvas and looked at it for more than twenty minutes without saying anything just to cry, you had no desire to stay alone at home.

Stella nods skeptically and then suddenly, as if she had realized her presence, she turns to the smoker. Y/N meet Rafe, my partner " You look at the man and he looks at you in turn.

Rafe is big, really big.  When you do 5'3 everything looks bigger.

He gave you a shy smile and you turned your head embarrassed, you lie if you said Rafe wasn’t charming and really handsome.

Stella smiled at you and you refrained from giving her a finger. She smiled at you and went back inside, leaving you alone with Rafe. You both look at each other with incomprehension.

You started trying to make conversation with Rafe and he was very polite and nice, you learned that he had transferred here and that he came from a small island that you didn’t know existed, that he was two years older than you and that he liked living in California.

When Stella came back with her stuff and forced you to say goodbye to Rafe, you realized it wasn’t the last time you were going to see each other.

You were right because every time you were there waiting for Stella, he was there, you three were talking while they finished their cigarette. And one day, He asked you to have a date with Him. You were a little scared to go with a boy, but you agreed.

After several meetings, you and Rafe started dating. Rafe was patient and you were grateful for that, it took you seven months of relationship with Rafe to finally have sex.

Rafe had been sweet, you really liked what Rafe was doing to you, he felt so good in you that you didn’t want him to come off.

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This evening Rafe finished his service at 7pm, you planned to go to the restaurant to celebrate your fourties of relations, You had put a black dress that arrived at your calf with a white vest and a small pair of white pumps.

As expected, Rafe and picked you up at 8:30 pm while he prepares. He got out of the car to open the passenger door and help you get his truck. You laughed when her fingers pinched your cheeks giving you a sincere kiss.

You arrived at the restaurant and there were not many people. Some person and waiters, the host brought you to your table, with seen on the sea. Dinner went well, you laughed all along and Rafe was extremely romantic.

It was getting late when Rafe asked for the check, it was time to go home to take care of you, probably tear your dress and have sex until dawn.

When the waiter came, your heart stopped.

 It was there.

His face hadn’t changed, you still didn’t remember his name, but you knew it was him.

how could he act like he was innocent. You started saying nothing and staying silent the rest of the night. On the way home, you didn’t say anything, either, when Rafe tried to put his hand on your thigh, you rejected him. He frowned but said nothing.

When he dropped you off at your house, you made him come spend the night with you.

When you arrived in the apartment, you immediately changed to feel more comfortable, neither you nor Rafe said a word.

You were done brushing your teeth when Rafe came into the bathroom with only pajama pants, he stood behind you and leaned over.

He started pressing his lips into your neck squeezing you against him. You don’t know if you really wanted him to continue but you didn’t reject him.

His venous hand moved to your panties and plunged into it, causing you to moan disproportionately. He grabbed you from the back of your back and legs, he carried you to throw you on the bed.

You wondered if it was too late to tell his that you no longer wanted his hand to start touching you again.

"Ra… hmm" you moaned when two fingers came into you. He took off your top and kissed your breasts, you moaned loudly.

He withdrew from you without warning and you frowned with incomprehension. "Love, I’m still not inside you?" He said like it made sense. "I know, but please be gentle?." You said avoiding his look.

"I’ve always been sweet baby." he says. "I know, but…" you think. "I don’t want to hurt." Rafe looks at you with concern. You have never complained that you had pain during sex and this is normal because you have never had pain.

"Are you sure you want to have sex ?" he asks you to look him in the eye. "What Yes! I.. I’m just afraid you’ll hurt me.." you’re lying.

Rafe nods and takes off his pants, he jerks his dick in his hand before slapping your clitoris with it. 

you moan, He goes inside you and begins to push gently, He moans your name in the hollow of your neck, his hips roll deep. Just like that, Rafe…" you moan, "I know babe, i know." he says, sticking his thumb in your mouth.

You put your legs around his hips to feel him deep down. You close your eyes with pleasure when feeling your orgasm.

Serious mistake because in the space of a second, your rapist is in Rafe’s place.

You open your eyes that are full of tears and start pushing Rafe away. "Go away! Please go away!" you yell at Rafe.

Tears are pouring out at a crazy speed and Rafe withdraws from you in incomprehension.

You put yourself in a fetal position crying." Y/N what’s going on?" Asks Rafe completely panicked.

You cry even harder when you remember. Rafe grabs you and takes you in his arms, you spent an hour crying.

When you finally calmed down, you explained to Rafe what happened to you and what it was like to see him, Rafe was gentle and calm.

He had only one desire: to get high the soo had done this to you, who dared to do that to you?!

he intended to make him regret

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Rafe had just moved in with you.

one night you woke up feeling the need to drink water, you walked out of the room without paying attention to whether Rafe’s side was busy or not.

You walked to the kitchen and the light was on, and there was a figure standing in front of the sink. "Rafe..?" You called. The blond got tense instantly. "Yeah love?" he asked in a hesitant voice. You approached him to see what he was doing. You started to freak out when you saw the front of his shirt smeared with blood on his knuckles.

"What happened, Rafe?" you panicked. Rafe laughed and put his hands on your face. Nothing love, I just did my job, protect my princess." He bends over and kisses you tenderly before forcing you to go to sleep.

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the next day on the news, a man’s body had been found, he had been beaten to death. This man, Caleb was your attacker.

And it was Rafe who took care of his file, strangely he quickly fell into the unimportant business.

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[pratchettquotes]

"You are smirking at me, Moist!"

No, I've frozen because I've just heard what my mouth said, Moist thought. I don't have a clue, I've just got some random thoughts. It's...

"It's about desert islands," he said. "And why this city isn't one."

"And that's it?"

Moist rubbed his forehead. "Miss Cripslock, Miss Cripslock...this morning I got up with nothing in mind but to seriously make headway with the paperwork and maybe lick the problem of that special 25p Cabbage Green stamp. You know, the one that'll grow into a cabbage if you plant it? How can you expect me to come up with a new fiscal initiative by teatime?"

"All right, but--"

"It'll take me at least until breakfast."

Terry Pratchett, Making Money

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Doo Peas Business Plaza

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Welcome to Doo Peas Business Plaza, where high finance meets high drama! This is the bustling epicenter of commerce and media from a bank that's always open for business to a buzzing hub of offices for the business and journalism careers. With sleek lines and sharp angles, it's not just a place to earn and report—it's a place where success and stories come to life. So, whether you’re here to count your Simoleons or scoop the latest scoop, Doo Peas Business Plaza has got you covered!

Price: 195,447 Lot Size: 30x30 Lot Type: No Visitors Allowed Store Content: Click here CC Used: Click here File Type: Package Min. Required Game Version: 1.42 Packs Needed: The Sims 3, Pets (door and buydebug object), Late Night (elevator, door, floor tile, buydebug object and food truck), Generations (spiral stairs), Ambitions (wallpaper, tree and door)

Hello and welcome back to my blog! I haven’t posted in a while because I was sick these past few days and decided to take a short break to recuperate.

Anyways, this lot is a custom building for the Business and Journalism rabbit hole with an added Bank next to it.

Click on the ’Keep Reading’ below for more information and pictures on this lot.

The buildings are not empty; expect a lot of clutter as well as objects required to advance in the Business and Journalism careers, especially for those who use the Ultimate Careers mod by Zerbu or the Ultimate Careers Updated by SonyaYU.

You can either use the bank with the Tax Collector mod to collect taxes in your town and replace the computers from Ani's mod (get it here) or you can use the Banking Career, a custom career by MissyHissy here.

I’ve included two types of printers for this lot, but they are only decor. If you prefer to replace them with functional objects, you can use the Functioning Printer Mod by phoebejaysims (here) or a recent printer (here).

You might notice that some of the screenshots I took look different from the building itself. This is because I made a few minor changes after the screenshots were taken, such as updating the wallpaper at the back of the bank building, which I noticed too late and correcting the direction of the stairs that were facing the wrong way during testing.

For the Money Dispenser, I know that some of you might not be able to download it as it is a donator CC by ATS3. You can either replace it with another décor item (here) or use a functional ATM by using the Social Clubs mod by phoebejaysims. Just be aware that the décor item has a high polycount; check the details before downloading.

📣Please note that the store content and CC included in the lot are not included on the download file. I’ve compiled a list for those interested in downloading them separately (please click the links above or go to WCIF Navigation page) but those are not required and will be automatically replaced in the game. The expansion packs listed above are required due to the build items used in the lot as stated in the Details section above.

This lot has been play-tested and let me know if you experience any problems on your end!

[drewsephrry]

okay so i have come to a realization

if you don't know, i am a huge fan of sitcoms (any recs are welcome)

so i was rewatching the office and my favorite character has always been jim and i couldn't help but notice (don't call me crazy) that he looks a lot like drew

so i did a side by side to send to one of my best friends and she agreed with me on this

so i want your opinions too!!

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Welcome

Hey everyone! My name is Alexis! I’m 21 years old and I write Fanfic (x reader) Below is my masterlist:

Masterlist (Will not be updated)

Hannibal Masterlist

The Boys Masterlist

Challengers Masterlist

Marvel Masterlist

OBX Masterlist

Star Trek Masterlist

(Other fics I have can be found in the first Masterlist until further notice)

Requests

I take requests on different types of Shows/Movies. If you would like to see the list please check my bio. If you don’t see a fandom on there just ask!

I currently have written for:

Hannibal Lecter

Will Graham

Baz Blackwell

Dean Winchester

Castiel

Homelander

Billy Butcher

Soldier Boy

A-Train

Obi Wan Kenobi

Art Donaldson

Patrick Zweig

Wolverine

Deadpool

Rafe Cameron

Data Soong

Spock

Q (Star Trek)

Lore Soong

FAVORITES

These a few of my personal favorites that I have written:

I Fucked Your Wife (Hannibal Version)

Hannibal’s Innocent Friend (Will Graham)

Bully (Homelander)

Forget (Homelander)

Used (Billy Butcher)

Want (Patrick Zweig)

Trapped (Art Donaldson/Patrick Zweig)

[clovelyster0]

some of my favorite ships as taylor swift songs ✨

[forestfiresandfics]

this season of hermitcraft is gold because generally in the other seasons they’re largely ungoverned, like sure, they’ll elect a mayor here and there, someone will declare himself king, but it’s always temporary and there’s usually no real power. The only rules they follow is the rules of capitalism

and then this season they’ve completely created a proper government, and introduced rules into their anarcho-capitalism. And then created actual infrastructure to go along with it Theres a nearly functioning government at work, they already have:

a functioning post office (with a post master general and two mail techs)

a (corrupt) judge

two (corrupt or possibly just lazy) cops

a (lazy, or possibly corrupt) permit officer

Like Doc hired the cops to find a thief so he can sue said thief

[pastelchad]

Sekaiichi hatsukoi is so much fun bc the tyrannical boss who takes their job way too seriously and the new employee who doesn’t know a damn thing is such a relatable concept and you can plop the entire cast into whatever au you want and it would still work just as well

[mad3lyncline]

𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑾 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑬𝒀 & 𝑪𝑼𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑺 . Outer Banks ( 2020 – ) .

[pl4yingcards]

i can't figure out how the hell to put the concept i have in my brain into actual words but

i feel like there is some comparison/comradery that could be drawn between permit office Grian and Stanley from the stanley parable