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rafedaddy01 · 21 days ago

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RAFE hiring a new young assistant but he persuades her to suck him off and “help him relieve stress” as it’s part of her duties

Terms of Employment

His lips crash against yours, moving with such urgency that they steal the breath from your lungs.

He forces you to your knees, one hand pressing firmly on the back of your head while the other swiftly unbuckles his belt.

You watch as his zipper glides down slowly, revealing the black fabric of his boxers and the unmistakable outline of his growing bulge.

“Come on, pretty. It’s just part of your job,” he murmurs, releasing your hair, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of challenge and anticipation.

"Yes, sir," you whisper, eager to please.

Your hands move to pull down his dress pants and boxers in one smooth motion, the fabric pooling around his ankles. As your gaze lifts, you're met with the sight of his impressive length, the swollen, reddened tip glistening with precum. Heat floods through you, your mouth watering as your panties grow damp with anticipation.

Your fingers curl around the base, earning a deep groan from Rafe as he anticipates your next move. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you part your lips, enveloping his length in the warmth of your mouth, sucking slowly and deliberately.

"Fuck," he groans, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as his head tilts back. His fingers tangle in your hair, tightening slightly, a clear sign of the pleasure you're drawing from him.

You slowly draw your mouth back, your tongue flicking out to kitten-lick the tip, tasting the bead of precum before taking him back in with deliberate care. "Shit, pretty," he growls, his hips bucking slightly.

"You're gonna make me cum already," he mutters, his voice strained, one hand tightening in your hair as the other grips the edge of the desk for support.

"Such a good fucking girl," he growls, his voice thick with pleasure as you work him over. His praises fuel your determination, spurring you to take him deeper, your throat contracting as you hollow your cheeks and suck harder. Spit drips from the corners of your mouth, slicking his length as you bob your head, each movement drawing another groan from him. The way he watches you, eyes dark with desire and pride, only makes the ache between your thighs more intense, your arousal soaking through your panties as you lose yourself in the moment.

His fingers tighten their grip in your hair, tugging firmly as a deep groan escapes him, his thighs trembling with the effort to hold back.

Until finally, he loses all control. His grip on your hair tightens almost to the point of pain, but the way his deep groans mix with sharp breaths makes it impossible to care.

"Fuck-pretty girl," he growls, his thighs trembling as his hips jerk forward. Hot spurts of his release hit the back of your throat, and you swallow instinctively, though some dribbles down your chin as you slowly pull off him.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you barely have time to react before his hand slides beneath your chin, tilting your face up to his. His thumb grazes your bottom lip, smearing his release across it with a smug smirk. "There," he murmurs, voice low and gravelly, "looks good on you-like fucking lip gloss." He leans closer, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as his thumb presses a little harder against your lips.

A small chuckle escapes him as he straightens up, tucking himself back into his pants with ease. "Definitely keeping you around," he says, the weight of his gaze making his words feel more like a promise than a passing coment.

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anukulee · 2 days ago

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@lokisprettygirl Deserves all the praises for this wonderful and addicting read. From start to finish you are drawn into her web. Her writing having relatable female leads rather than the usual cardboard cut outs.

Her Daemon's are always morally grey and keep the best aspects of him. His banter with his female leads are always amazing and could be written about for days. Further proving just why @lokisprettygirl always gives her all into her fanfiction making you connect to her male leads and her insert female leads whether you know the fandom or have just seen clips from YouTube (like me).

Right Person, Right Time (Modern Daemon x Female Reader) (18+) (Non Canon Au)

Chapter 1

Summary : You get your heart broken by the love of your life but find a distraction that may or may not be the wisest decision you have ever made or done.

Warning: 18+ , Mention of infidelity, death, smut in later chapters, reader has self deprecating attitude

What were you thinking? Seriously? Dating a man like him? A man that looked like him?

You should have known better.

Marco was everything you had ever dreamt of in your life whenever you thought of your future man/boyfriend/husband whatever. A 6’3 tall, dark and handsome Italian man that had swept you off your feet that night in the club as you had laid your eyes on him, you never really found out or understood why he picked you amongst the horde of gorgeous and pretty young women that graced the club Dark Sister that night but it wasn't as if you dwelled over it or complained about your turning luck.

You were over the moon, a man like him being interested in you, it was like a dream come true, the type of man that you wanted to shove in all of those people's faces who often told you that you'd never find a man.

But you should have known better. Why didn't you know better? At the age of thirty your frontal lobe had been developed for a quite sometime now so why didn't you know better?

You'd be lying if you said you were attracted to anything but his gorgeous perfect face and jacked chiseled body at first. With time however, it changed, you fell for him slowly and now what seemed to be irrevocably. He was sweet with you, he was kind to your body, he kissed every inch of your skin as if you were carved by angels themselves, he showered you in gifts and compliments, he never forgot a date, be it your birthday or your anniversary or the death of your grandmother, he never forgot anything that was important to you but you should have known better. Why didn't you?

Now you were thirty two, at the cusp of thirty three and you didn't think you'd experience this sort of love again, you didn't think any other man would be able to satisfy you the way he did- physically and emotionally.

You wanted to surprise him today but were met with a shock that has turned your world upside down instead, he had returned from a trip to his hometown in Italy, you had told him that you were at your parents back in heathrow, as you walked into his apartment you saw him dick deep into some woman you had never seen in your life. The love of your life grunting and moaning as he made another cry from pleasure, you know how it was to be in that moment and it hurt to see him like that, it was agony, pure unbridled agony.

It was like watching a landslide coming directly at you, and you froze, you couldn't move, couldn't speak, you didn't even tear up, that's how badly it had hurt in that moment, this morning he told you how much he loved you and how he couldn't wait to see you then how was he able to destroy you this way? So cruelly, without a thought?

Was this even his first time? Perhaps it wasn't, you should have known, the fake eyelashes you found in his bed didn't belong to his gay friend Alfredo, the women's perfume on his clothes wasn't from him hugging his colleagues at his work event all day long.

As he finally noticed your presence he looked at you, eyes widened in surprise and fear perhaps, perhaps he did want you in your life, perhaps he thought he could have his cake and eat it too. Perhaps he didn't want to lose you too but it didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. It was over, everything was over.

Before he could speak a word you turned around and ran down the stairs to get out of his apartment. You didn't hear his footsteps following you either, perhaps he was ashamed or maybe just maybe he didn't care as much as you thought he had.

It was raining heavily in London this morning but you didn't bother getting your umbrella out. What's the worst that could happen you thought, you could get pneumonia and die? The thought seemed much better than the soul crushing heartbreak you were feeling at the moment. As you got in the cab to go back to your apartment, the driver glared at your wet form that was ruining the backseat of his car but the washed out look on your face compelled him to not speak.

As soon as you reached your apartment complex you got out and walked right into the high rise building, you didn't look left or right, you could hear the faint sound of your phone buzzing in your purse but you ignored it. There was no fixing this was there? Even if you choose to forgive him for this, considering you had no self respect, you'd never be fixed again, you knew that. It was gone, the trust, the faith you had in that man was gone now.

As you entered the elevator, you groaned internally as you spotted a man leaning over the side of the elevator, it was Daemon something, never really bothered to figure out his full name but you knew him, sort of, you two had never spoken to each other outside of the usual niceties in the past two years you had been living in this building.

As his eyes met with yours he looked at your drenched form and his mouth curved into a side smile before he gave you a head nod

“Evening” he said in his usual polite tone but you weren't feeling particularly courteous so you just gave him a nod, entered the elevator and pressed the button to your floor.

'Get in your apartment, lock the door and then break down' You kept repeating the words in your head like a mantra but for some reason the thought of being alone terrified you immensely. You were scared of your own thoughts, the impending doom of the heartbreak and loneliness that was about to sleep into your life. It scared you to the bone. You weren't prepared for it.

And perhaps it was just your luck that the elevator came to a thudding halt suddenly, the light was gone and it was dark for a moment before it came back again. You pressed the button again but the cart didn't move so you pressed the emergency button but that didn't seem to do anything either. What was the odds of this happening while you were going through the worst moment of your life? You paid half of your salary to afford this lavish apartment, only for this to happen?

You kept pressing the emergency button with insistent urgency so Daemon finally cleared his throat, you had almost forgotten he was there, almost.

“It's futile darling, just relax, they'll fix it” You clenched your jaw as he said that, and then you chuckled.

“Fix it.. fix it yeah, they'll fix it” you mumbled under your breath and you could feel his eyes on you. If only you could be fixed somehow too. That would have been nice.

“What was I thinking huhh? Dating a man like him?” You spoke again as you stared at the door of the elevator, you were speaking your thoughts out loud now. He was quiet for a moment before he responded.

“Trouble in paradise eh?” He asked in a nonchalant tone, he had seen you with your beau, in the club that he owned, as well as whenever you paraded him around with you at the occasional society parties.

His gaze lingered at your soaked form, your usual smile was no longer on your face.

“No really, what was I thinking dating a man that looked like that and hoping he'd be loyal to me, that he'd just fuck me and only me... like what was I thinking?” you let out an obvious bitter chuckle to stifle the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes.

He was a little taken aback but not in a bad way, he had watched you for so long and you had always been so soft spoken with everyone, including him, though this was probably the most words you had ever uttered to him.

He walked towards the end of the elevator and leaned against the door so he was face to face with you, now looking at your face he could see how dejected you seemed in the moment. You had finally caught up to your so-called boyfriend’s infidelities it seems.

“Haven't you heard of the good ol’ saying darling?” he asked you as he crossed his arms so you mimicked his gesture, he seemed arrogant and full of himself at times, he was rich or something, owned the penthouse at the top of the building, single women in the society fawned over him but you never really cared enough to learn more about it.

“And what is that saying if you don't mind me asking Mister Daemon” you said to him and he couldn't help but smirk at the sharp edge to your voice.

“A sharp lance can cut both ways, a pretty face would always attract flytraps, you didn't really believe you were the only one did you?” You glared at him as he said that.

“That's a saying huh, good thing women you date must not have to worry about that”

Okay that was rude and mean, besides he wasn't even ugly, he was strange looking but not in a bad way, he just didn't have a typical traditionally, conventionally attractive face. Like Marco did. Your Marco that wasn't yours anymore.

You wanted to apologize for the snark but no words came out, and he merely responded to the attitude with a chuckle, he didn't seem to take it personally.

“Oh darling I don't date, I just fuck..no promises, no expectations, no fucking infidelities and damaging sweet lassies like you”

You stared at him as he said that, a curl of his hair lowered on his forehead making him look more approachable than he intended to be.

“Lass huh? I'm not even a lass anymore..I'm thirty two, old enough to be someone's mother, old enough to know the right from wrong but here I am” your voice fell apart at the end of your sentence so you looked away to hide from his piercing gaze, as the elevator noise whirred you thanked your stars. He then moved away from the door and stood next to you as the elevator began to go up.

“Thirty two is not old first of all and a man’s weakness is not age dependent, could have happened to anyone at anytime, don't be so hard on yourself but if it's all the same to you, I certainly do believe that you deserve better than to be cheated on like that” his voice was soft as he said that to you so you turned to look at him.

God you definitely dreaded going back to your apartment and cry over every surface where you had once made love to Marco so instead of facing your reality and your fears like an adult should you decided to fuck it all for once.

“No expectations, no promises right?” You asked him so he raised his brow bone and hummed in response. He definitely wasn't ready to hear whatever came out of your mouth next.

“Good take me to your bed then..i don't want to be alone”

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Note : Girlll no ..it's never a good idea

If you want to be tagged..let me know. There will be more chapters ofcourse.

Marco looks like this in my head (obviously)