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MC Twin AU - RAFAYEL'S Muse [3]

"Humans are selfish."

"Hmm......we are...."

. . . . "Most people would have tried to deny it."

"Haha! Well, I'm not most people am I? I'm the most selfish of them all! After all. . . . I tried to take what was never mine."

"But I am yours." The god murmured against her lips, eyes darkening with hunger. "Just because those humans picked her over you - and what a dumb decision that was - doesn't mean that I am not yours, and that you aren't mine."

His lips trailed down to her neck, and a small gasp escaped the woman's lips as he bit her. "Rules and traditions be damned." He hissed, "My bride, my devout believer, my beloved, my song, my pearl, my muse."

"W-wait!"

"Just for tonight." He continued to babble, a small whine leaving him. "I promise, just for tonight my muse. I'll leave if you want, and I'll wait for you until we meet again in the future you foretold. So please my muse. . .let this Lemurian be greedy and selfish. . . just for tonight. . . .Let me be with you. . . ."

. . . .

. . .

. .

.

"Ha! And you call humans the selfish ones."

What the fuck?!

This didn't make sense! None of this made sense!

The true ending of The Little Mermaid!? Firstly, how did he even know about that story? How did Rafayel know what Disney even was!?

Did. . . .did you exist in the past? Why didn't you remember then?

Did this mean that contrary to what you believed at first. . . . .you were MC?

Gulping as Rafayel continues to stare at you, you bite your lip with nervousness. ". . . It's not a happy ending."

"I know."

"It's absolutely devastating."

"Tell me. Please."

You lower your gaze. ". . . . Unlike the Disney version, Ariel, the little mermaid, didn't get her happily ever after and marry her prince. Instead, she died from jumping into the ocean and turning into seafoam."

When Rafayel remained silent, you left out a soft breath and continue. "The Prince married another woman, instead of the mermaid, and with the deal she had struck with the Sea Witch stating that she would die if the Prince would marry another woman, her sisters handed her a dagger and said if she stabbed the Prince, she would live. But she didn't have the heart to do it, then jumps into the sea and turns into sea foam."

A harsh laugh leaves the Lemurian's lips, and he places his head in the crook of your neck. "So that's it." He whispers, laughing again. "So that's why she didn't tell me then. How ironic that her fate would end up the same as the little mermaid."

What?!

"Wait- What are you talking about!?"

Rafayel didn't say anything, ignoring your words with ease. "But it's ok now....it's ok now. Thank you [Name], thank you...."

You purse your lips, then hesitantly wrap your arms around Rafayel's body, freezing for a bit when you feel him flinch slightly before hugging you tighter. ". . . Rafayel..." You whisper, "The person who told you the story....was she me?"

. . . "Yes."

"Oh fuck." Damm you past [Name]! You fucked things up!

But.... but did she really? What even happened between the two of you? Before you could ask anything else, Rafayel straightens up and cups your cheeks. "My Bride." He whispers, kissing your forehead. "My muse."

His lips lands on yours, and you gasp, allowing Rafayel's tongue to slip into your mouth. He places one hand on your waist, yanking your body closer to him, trying to moosh your body together. And all you could do was kiss back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

A yelp escapes you as he suddenly lifts you up, the two of you panting for breath. "Legs around me." He orders, eyes dark as his hot breath splays on your face. He starts to walk towards your car with you in his arms, the man yanking the back door open and placing you on the seat. "Rafayel!" You gasp, shivering at the look in his eyes.

He pushes in after you, leaning down to bite your neck. "I've waited years for you, my muse." Rafayel murmurs, making you let out a loud keen. "This time..... I won't let you escape my grasp."

You wake up the next morning to your phone ringing. Grunting in pain as you sit up, you grumble to yourself and pick up your ringing phone. "What?" You ask, wincing again as you stretch.

"Where are you?" Your sister asks, and you hear a single of a restaurant door opening and a door shutting from her end of the phone. "I went to your house and you weren't there. Everything alright?"

You blink, then turn your head to glare at the purple haired man beside you. "My body hurts."

MC chokes, coughing to clear her throat. "See, it's probably because of the novels Tara gave me yesterday, so sorry my mind immediately went down south. Is everything ok?! Send me your location so I can come and help -"

"Unless you want to see me naked in your bosses bed, don't bother."

You glare at Rafayel as he slowly cracks his eyes open, glaring harder as he merely sleepily pouts at you. "You don't glare at your boyfriend first thing in the morning bubbles...." He whines, making you scoff and smack his head. "Ow! Bubbles!!'

"IS THAT FUCKING RAFAYEL????!'

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Do not be fooled, there IS lore for Rafayel/Name, two more chapters (minus Rafayel and 18+) left!!!!

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LaDs Short:

Calling him husband for the first time

Pairing: rafayel x reader

Content: domestic fluff, a kiss, romantic teasing, plays after destined dawntide

Word count: ~500

Author's note: a little something that I thought of after the card. Trying to get back into writing now, so fingers are crossed that the creative juices are flowing again 🤞🏻

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Once Linkon is back to its usual self and all the spatial dimensions have vanished, life is also back to normal once more, despite one thing. The wedding-like memory you have made with Rafayel back in his corrupted home.

Reminiscing over the walk above the water, his fall to his knees, the question, the gaze of him, and last but not least the silver ring that now adorns the matching finger…

It leaves you blushing and giggling every time.

And you come up with an idea to tease your fishie about it.

So one afternoon as you’re both with him in his unfazed home, cooking dinner together you walk up to him, slipping your arms around his slender waist and cradling your head between the blades of his shoulder.

Rafayel doesn’t flinch despite being so focused on stirring the sauce for your meal. “Distracting the cook isn’t a good idea, Cutie.” comes his comment, not hiding the smile in his voice and a quick glance at you, pressed into his back.

And you grin, already prepared a remark in your head. “Surely, my husband can forgive me for this crime.”

This gets a delicious reaction from him.

The smooth stirring movements come to a sudden halt, Rafayel’s breath hitches, and his face. Oh, his face! A deep crimson hue spreads out over his cheeks and his neck. Within a mere second, he looks like a boiled lobster.

With an embarrassed cough which he hides by holding his fist in front of his mouth, your fishie tries to play down his bewilderment. “What did you say?”

Delighted, you giggle, lift your head from between the valley of his back and with using him as a safe stand you rise to your tiptoes to whisper slowly into his ear: “I said you are my husband.”

Rafayel blushes deeper if this is even possible and with a swift move you are turned around, and your back is now pressed against the kitchen counter beside the stove. Your chest is pressed against his toned body and big eyes, filled with stormy blue and fiery red now gaze deep into your own. A mischievous smile tugs at the corner of his lips, the redness of his face beautifully highlighted by this.

“Then you surely have nothing against rewarding me for being such a good cook. Right, my sweet darling wife?” before kissing you, lips gentle and reverent on yours.

Now it’s your turn to feel all flushed and hot.

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for ‘Love and Deepspace’. I only own the rights to the plot idea.

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I am physically ill. This is so cute I can’t stand it.

Also, there is a line cap (not character cap) for the text feature which is bongos :( I had a whole paragraph and it said it was invalid.

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This is such a cute addition. Instead of just static posing 😫

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fish fear me and i believe this specific fish should fear me the most because i will turn him into sashimi and sell his jewelry

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Oh my Sea God 😍🔱🧜🏻‍♂️

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You can find it here

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“do you think we’re together in every universe?” 

rafayel raises an eyebrow at your question. 

“like… you think our past lives are aligned in some way? that we’ve interacted in each lifetime before this?”

then you go silent, thinking about the answer to your own questions. 

while rafayel is also silent, he thinks back to the sea, to a missing bride. he briefly wonders if your memories contain the same images as his. he lets himself hope so. 

“anything’s possible, no?” he plays along, “who do you think we were to each other in our past lives?”

“must’ve been a lot. we’ve had many lives together… at least i think…” his eyes search yours for something more, do you really remember? alas, nothing found. you continue, “something scandalous would’ve been fun, no?”

“totally agreed. so a college professor and student.”

you laugh. “and you’d be the professor, you perv.”

“hey!”

“or two heirs of rival kingdoms.”

“two fish… who live in neighboring corals”

“...or in some kid’s fish tank.”

“that sounds like a short life.”

“but it was really romantic, you see. we were in different displays, all the way across the pet store. and then, finally, brought together into the same tank.”

“hm. i approve, cutie. our fishie selves died of starvation very much in love.”

how content the both of you were now. how utterly smitten you had to be with one another, to spend a slow morning thinking of all the past lives you could have spent together. 

your conversation may have ended there, but the idea stays in your minds far into the night.

you take turns interrupting silences, coming up with new past lives. lifetimes spent as cavemen, the first humans on earth—those spent as citizens of an ancient civilization, being the last of their kind. you consider arguments you may have had, your breakups, if you’ve been married, have you raised a child together?

“but, what if this is all a past life? and we go into the next not even remembering this one. does that make this all… meaningless?”

you ask him in the darkness of the bedroom. the whisper travels across one pillow to another.

rafayel knows more about that than you think. for now, he’ll keep it to himself.

“even if it ends up forgotten, the present doesn’t have to be meaningless. i believe there’s something out there that’ll bring us back together once again. after so many lives, we can’t let our streak end here. wouldn’t you agree, my love?”

“yeah. we’ll find each other in the next one. i hope it’s good.”

from underneath the blanket, rafayel’s hand comes between you, with only his pinky raised. 

“what’s this for?” you find yourself interlocking your finger with his anyway.

“this is me, vowing to never let my soul forget yours. to find you in our next life, no matter how long it takes to do so.”

each word flows from him so earnestly, you almost believe that something like it is possible. for a moment, all of your theorized past lives become your reality.

"…and i vow to always let you into my life when you do, and to love you as i have many times before."

rafayel releases your hand. "then it's settled. you can't get rid of me, cutie, even if you wanted to."

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I had someone try to correct me and say that “Yes, no, maybe so?” was said by Sylus and that Rafayel was copying.

Baby…let me hold your hand when I say this…

Love interest blindness is bad in this fandom. If you only know about your main, just say that. There is no shame in focusing only on your favorites, but to say that with your whole chest is funny.

We do not have to have factions or war over who is better. They’re all equally goated and the drama is unnecessary.

Trust infold and their plans. Stop thinking that just because a bit of lore comes out for your man that he’s the ultimate. The rest of them have lore you’ve probably never looked at a day in your life and they will continue to get more lore because this story is far from over as of right now.

How I know this? It wouldn’t be a good strategy to end it where it’s at. Millions of players invest far too much time and money. Infold would be at a financial disadvantage.

Thats beside the point. Until the story is over and you have done your best to understand the lore from all angles, I will not take you seriously. Go be a petulant child elsewhere. This game is for adults.

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He is so alluring~

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LaDs Short:

Empty Ocean

Pairing: Rafayel x reader

Content: depression, abandonment, depreciating thoughts, tired of life, suicidal thoughts and try of suicide, hurt and little comfort at the end, drowning

Word count: ~1800

Author’s note: This is very, very dark! So read it at your own risk! I don’t know what has gotten into me with this but I guess that’s what you get with feeding me angst the last days 🫣 There is some humor and comfort in the end!

It felt a bit rusty for me to write after weeks of not doing it at all so I hope it’s not that horrible. I would say enjoy but is this possible with pure angst and hurt? I don’t know 😂

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You stand at the beach, the one where you and he strolled along on bright and warm summer nights when the gentle breeze sways the purple strands into his ocean eyes, the ones that resemble the sunset you’re looking at now.

It once hurt to even think of his name. It suffocated you to imagine all the happy moments with him, and reminiscing about all the adventures he took you on.

The agony ate you up, so much that you stopped eating or even caring about yourself. The unbearable pain that he vanished on that fateful night a year ago and never came back. In the past months you have lived no life, you have only been a shell. An empty vessel where once his love brightened your soul. But now there's only emptiness left, a dark bottomless abyssal of dread.

Rafayel has left you and the hope of his return has kept you upward, the certainty that he wouldn’t leave you without a message soothed your worries in the beginning - it all has long wilted away, just like a delicate flower in the harshest winter.

You once clung to the fiery thread around your heart, the everlasting covenant that is your bond with him. He wouldn’t leave you, that was your mantra in these last months. The sliver of hope you hold as tight as a shipwrecked sailor a piece of wood in the open vast of an endless ocean.

But your love never returned.

And Rafayel will never.

This truth has spread its ugly thorn through your whole being in the last weeks and brought you to this place tonight. To the moon-shone beach where you were once so happy.

No emotion is left in you as you stare at the calm sea in front of you. Your fishie is gone from your life. And nothing will ever change that. You were able to accept that finally.

All that you feel now is a final determination.

He won’t be with you and you can’t without him anymore. You’re tired - burnt out. The flame inside you has extinguished.

As if your body has its own life, a first step takes you past the water line, the magical border where the waves kiss the cold skin of your naked toes.

And like a spell has been broken, more steps follow swiftly. One after another brings you further away from the beach and deeper into the waves. Soon your body is immersed in the cold Sea Water and laps around your hips.

Bewitched you stare at the surface that shimmers whimsically under the full moon. Your palms caress the gentle waves that surround you like a predator, its innocent prey.

With a last smile that doesn’t reach your eyes, you leave the sandy ground at your feet and start to swim towards the blue dark vastness in front of you.

Maybe here, in the element your beloved was born, can you feel yourself near to him once more.

You remember clearly the day he showed you where he felt most at home, the fantastic world beneath the sea. How happy you were back then. And how much in love. The adoration in Rafayel’s eyes never once wavered.

And still... He left you. Without warning, without a message. There was no arguing that could explain his sudden disappearance or anything else. One day you both were utterly in love, the next night Rafayel was gone. And never returned.

For about a year you have nothing left of him aside from memories and his paintings.

You close your eyes as a sudden wave crashes in your eyes. The waters have gotten restless since you left the ground. But you don’t care. Maybe a storm helps you to end this emptiness inside of you. The unbearable darkness that has consumed you over the past months.

You are an empty shell now, void of any feeling. And tired.

So you let go.

With a relieved sigh, you stop your swimming movements. Stilled down you rapidly sink, the white dress you once wore to your wedding swiftly drags you under the empowered waves. A befitting attire to put an ultimate end to your devotion. A dress that cemented your life with him, now the witness of your own.

The last thing you hear before you are entirely submerged is a roaring thunder.

So a storm has started.

Good. It’s a loud end to your silent suffering until everything becomes calm around you as you sink deeper and deeper. Under the sea everything is serene and peaceful. Like you're inside.

A sudden strong undercurrent propels you above the surface again and you are surprised.

And the ocean is in turmoil. Waves as high as skyscrapers now cover the moon and in the next second, you’re underwater again.

The sudden silence is controversial to the cacophony above where light and thunder overrule the moon's light and the crashing of the waves.

But you couldn’t care less. You close your eyes again and let yourself get submerged once more.

You don’t even know if you are even able to drown, since you’re once bonded to the God of the Sea. But he doesn’t care anymore about you. So maybe the bond doesn’t protect you.

Inside you are still dangerously calm. Outside the ocean is in tremor. Is the Deep Sea angry with you? Who knows? And it doesn’t matter.

All you want is to end your life, the endless suffering, the unbearable grief, and the agony of heartbreak.

Then you’re thrown to the surface again, blazing light blinding you. Gigantic waves are throwing you around like a buoy at sea. Roaring thunder nearly leaves you deaf.

You want to scream but you can’t. Your youth is filled with water.

Then there's hardness at your back.

You’re near the beach again as you recognize with a panicked gaze around you.

“No!” You scream but it goes under in the angry thundering sound that follows as a lightning splits the dark night sky.

Fighting yourself back into the depths you curse the storm now. It won’t take away your deserved peace.

Stubbornly you struggle against the raging elements, the angry waves that press you back to the shore, the lightning and thunder that scream at you, and the moon that observes it silently.

Over and over again you lose against the power of the storming sea and as your strength has finally left you, you’re spilled against the sandy floor of the beach.

With a dark hopeless chuckle, sudden gentle waves shove you higher in the sand.

“Even the Sea doesn't want me anymore.”

And with dread in your face, you close your eyes once more, deciding to simply stay where you are.

Maybe once the sun rises you’ll finally find peace and the scorching heat will release your soul from the empty shell that you are.

Limp, you stay as the ocean has spit you out. A broken puppet without its strings. It’s good enough for you, the will to live has left you the same day as the hope that your beloved comes back to you.

As long as this numbness inside you ends, everything will be alright.

And so your mind starts to drift away, the exhaustion from the fight against the ocean overwhelms you.

Maybe you can dream of him one last time, feeling something for a final fleeting moment.

That’s when you hear it.

“Did you really think you could die on me once more? In the realm that I command, no less?” Rafayel’s voice cuts through your haze and you smile.

Of course, he mocks you in your last moments. Even if it makes no sense to you at all. But what could you expect from the hallucinations of a broken mind?

“Shut up and let me have my peace, stupid fish,” you mumble weekly under your breath. Can’t he be nicer now that you’re dying?

“Only when you come back to me. Silly girl.” The last words were whispered. A hushed worried tone that pulls at your heartstrings. What an inconvenience. You start to feel something again, now that you have decided to die.

Then you lose the feeling of the sand underneath your body and a weightlessness greets you. With a brief blink of sand-stained eyes, you catch a glimpse of Rafayel’s side profile. His amethyst-like hair fell in cascades down his neck and even further down his back. A golden crown, formed like branches of an unknown coral, adorns the wavy strands.

Oh, your fantasy is still working it seems, and gave your fishie long hair. Cool.

Well, at this point nothing should surprise you. Your brain goes all out now that it is about to go into an endless vacancy.

And then shining blue eyes meet yours in a worried gaze. “Stay with me, please.”

And tired you whisper back with a little strength you find who-knows-where “You were the one who left me.”

And with that, the lights finally go out and you embrace the darkness that washes over you.

An annoying rhythmic sound disturbs the peaceful darkness of your being. A steady babomm-babomm calls your mind back into its mortal vessel.

You don’t know what’s going on. Did you die?

Slowly your senses follow your dizzy mind and to the strange noise adds feeling. Warmth. An overwhelming all-surrounding heat nearly suffocates you.

Your palms resting on a smooth surface, a faint familiar feeling of something long and nearly forgotten. But you can’t put your thumb on it.

Then you are reminded that you have eyes to see. So you open them.

And you are greeted with slightly reddened skin, glistening in a thin sheen of sweat. And your hand lies on it, in the height of a burning red mark.

A symbol of an outlined fish.

You gasp.

Rafayel’s bond mark!

And before you can look up if you’re right you hear his voice, not as smooth as you remember it, slightly raspy and strained instead. “You’re awake?”

Bluish-pink eyes welcome you beside the soft golden light of the morning sun.

And your first thought slips through your lips “Now that I’m dead you’ll come back to me?” and with dripping sarcasm and a roll of your eyes, you add “Typical.”

A crooked smile is the answer, once you longed so long to see again. “I’m feeling like a cooked crab now under all these blankets to warm you up and that is how you greet me, Cutie? I deserve a little more, dont’cha think?

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for ‘Love and Deepspace’. I only own the rights to the plot idea.

Mentioning List: @homurasturtle - @apric-t - @yashiro-ism - @ladyparamount - @nadinefromwhere - @sato-baka - @ghoulishnero - @cinnamonrizz - @crystalfay - @dribbles4life - @m00nchildwrites - @yandere-kou - @star-likes-fictional-people - @mafuyusingtome - @kclremin - @thatonekid536

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To be Rafayel’s Wife:

I can’t stop thinking about the wedding! Even better…the honeymoon. This may be a touch self indulgent. 🤏

MDNI - 18+ only: Nondescript acts, Slight angst + Comfort, Romantic feelings, gender and appearance not specified, not proofread

Rafayel has been waiting for this for millions of years. Not just 800, besties.

After your private ceremony, which is intimately just the two of you, he is enamored by you, your shape. It’s not as if he wasn’t already enraptured in love by the sight of you in a wedding dress, and exchanging sacred vows with him.

He carries you into your shared room, peppering kisses all over your face and lips. Ever so gently, like the fool in love, he is, he lays you down and admires you -truly- admires you, his muse. To him, it’s like he was living in a haze up until this point. Everything that happened led to this perfect moment in time and he is so grateful that he is afforded this chance to be with you once more.

His eyes never leave yours. He reaches a hand to gently caress your cheek as if confirming this is real and not a dream, but the moment his fingers make contact with your skin…his resolve crumbles. His lips crash to yours, desperately clinging to you to keep you from slipping away as you once had.

His touch is reverent with undercurrents of desperation and yearning he has held back for centuries. Lithe fingers make quick work of your garments and with every bit of skin exposed, he worships with his hands and mouth. Your skin left with slight teeth indentations and blossoming bruises from his craftsmanship.

Rafayel wants to take his time, but you're simply too stunning for his mind to comprehend. The way the air catches in his throat when he sees you on full display with your post-wedding glow is enough to have him awestruck. Naturally, he immortalizes every minute detail to later paint, but he feels that he will never be able to encapsulate this moment- your ethereal splendor, even if he tried.

Rafayel's patience is wearing thin, and his love is bursting at the seams. Carefully, he sheds his clothing and returns to your side. The press of his hand at the junction of your thighs is enough to pull a gasp from your throat and he repeats until you're a complete and utter mess.

When Rafayel has given you pleasure and is reassured you're satisfied, only then does he give himself what he needs, still taking his time, and gauging your reaction, to warm up to the soft intrusion.

He spends many hours into the night reaching the finish line with you. Hand in hand, entrenched in the scent of one another. Two hearts, two minds, two bodies, and two souls entwining in the eternal dance. The room rises in temperature from the heat your bodies emit, the soft candlelight flickers and the scent of passion is thick in the air.

As the night tarries on and your body is spent, he treats your sore muscles to a soothing bath. He hands you water, snacks, and anything else you may request while he ensures you have something clean to return to. He does join you eventually and will hold you until you're ready to leave.

Don't even dream of lifting a finger. You are his wife now. He is about to show you even deeper depths of his devotion as your husband and partner for eternity.

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You know it’s good when it makes you sick to your stomach. I could not even fathom doing this to any of them… Well done.

how to manipulate the lads boys

(not that we would ever do that. . . right?)

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content: toxic behavior

caleb

1. he's scared of losing you. so use that fear. remind him how you managed to move on when you thought he had died. show him you have other options. threaten to leave him if he doesn't let you have your way. he'll do anything to get you to stay. compare him to others. mention how your friend's boyfriend never gets so annoyed by a night-out, why did he have to care so much?

2. pretend you're heartbroken each time you mess up. apologize, say sorry and don't let him change the subject. cry, pretend to lose your appetite, mess up your sleep schedule for a few nights. show how much you regret whatever it is that you did. he always forgives you anyway.

3. he prides himself on knowing you well. it's part of why he thinks you should be with him. show him how much you've changed, how little he seems to understand your needs now. he'll desperately change to fit your needs, no matter how outrageous they are.

rafayel

1. this one's tricky, because 99% of the time, he's the one manipulating others. so you have to build trust before you feed his paranoia. make him believe you're innocent, you're genuine, you're pure. that way, he can't see you as anything but an angel. he'll confuse himself, desperate to pin the blame on anyone else, maybe even himself.

2. subtly say or do things that he hates, but play it off. he uses humor to cope, his banter is a mask. tell him that you went out to dinner with a guy, but you didn't think it'd be a big deal so you never brought it up. when you're cleaning his studio, accidentally break that old brush he never used anyway. lie about breaking it. act sorry when he finds out. he'll get so caught up in the little things that he'll start to overthink. when you try to play off the more serious things, he'll second-guess himself and convince himself it also wasn't that big of a deal, like usual.

3. despite the smiles, he is a little insecure. he doesn't always trust your love. and your words always cut deep. you may fight with him often, but you also make up almost immediately. choose your insults carefully. even if you claim to have said them in the heat of the moment, he won't forget them. tell him what he's doing wrong, hit him where it hurts. even if you're longer upset with him about it, he'll keep you in mind. he'll stay in line.

sylus

1. use your bond with him to your advantage. each time he gets upset and wants space, make sure he can't leave. pretend you can't control it. let him lose control and lash out. that way, he has to be the one to apologize instead of you. he already knows he used to disgust you when you first reunited. if he oversteps and you're trembling, he'll believe it again. he'll back up, won't be so controlling, if it meant showing you he would never hurt you.

2. similar to rafayel, he might be pulling the strings even when you think you have everything under your control. so start doing the same back. similar to the first point, when he lashes out about you putting yourself in danger, flip it back on him. he does the same, doesn't he? and why was he shouting at you? guilt trip him to insanity.

3. ask for space. even if you don't need it, take the space to gather your bearings. give it a day or two, maybe even a week, depending on the situation. he'll crack first, coming to you to talk, because were you still upset? he'll get scared you've finally had enough of him and that you might leave. he'll take the blame, tripping over himself to do it, even if he wasn't the one in the wrong.

xavier

1. gaslight him. he won't think you'll ever lie to him, so work off of that. if he disapproves of something you did and gets upset, act as if that was normal these days. say it was a prank, just a little joke. explain you didn't mean anything behind it, it'll imply he was overreacting. he'll get the hint and drop the issue quickly.

2. he's clingy and he doesn't like it when you avoid him. there's your strategy. when he does something you don't like, give him the silent treatment. avoid him, pretend he's invisible, it'll drive him a little insane. he'll do anything to get you to stop ignoring him. if he apologizes for the right thing, let up a bit. start giving dry responses, he'll be relieved you were at least speaking to him again. he'll keep himself in check, you won't have to do much.

3. love bomb him. get him used to an affectionate routine of kisses, praises, cuddles, and surprises. the second you stop, or pull back a little, he will be affected. if you want something, or if he messed up, this will put him back on high alert, ready to apologize and please you.

zayne

1. won't work until he finally begins to trust that you love him as much as he loves you. sandwich your complaints between two compliments. mention how much you value him, but he just didn't seem to do this or act like that. but of course he's such a selfless person, so how can you complain? he doesn't like hearing that last part. he doesn't like you excusing his bad traits just because you love him, or certain parts of him. he'll try to fix whatever he can, even if your complaint might've actually been trivial or unreasonable.

2. it's not him, it's you. emphasize how he's not to blame, there has to be a fault within you. because he will not believe that second part. he'll over-analyze the situation, disregard his emotions and only think logically. he'll reason his way to pinpoint himself as the problem, he'll sit you down and ask you what he needs to do to be better. make sure to be very grateful, because he didn't need to do all of this. you already loved him so much. but if he really wanted to. . .

3. get injured. seriously. catch a cold, bruise your rib mid-mission, or somehow manage to get his evol to go out of control and hurt you. his biggest fear is hurting others, he has nightmares of killing you. he'll already feel guilty the second he sees you not in perfect health. he'll put aside everything, the horror of losing you, of being the reason you might be gone, will soften him. he'll be wrapped around your finger.

ranking

easiest to hardest to successfully manipulate

1. caleb (um, he's too desperate for you. yes, he's literally a menace as colonel, but you're you)

2. xavier (extremely intelligent, but he trusts you too much. won't question you)

3. zayne (he already has a feeling you deserve better, so he understands when you're dissatisfied with him)

4. sylus (observant and keen to pick up any ingenuity, but he's too attached to notice/care with you)

5. rafayel (the og manipulator. he's good at networking and he's popular for a reason. you might both be manipulating each other simultaneously. however. you betrayed him once before, you could do it again)

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LOOK AT HER B☆TT!

STARRING: xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb x reader

synopsis: you decide to be a bit of a tease to your boyfriend(s) and give them a good little peek. but you're freaks. of course it'll be more than just that. they'll always make sure you finish what you start. and if you can't, don't worry, they can take care of it for you!

warnings: porn no plot, backshots, inappropriate use of evol, super hard boners, masturbation, spanking, bathtub sex, public sex, cockwarming, dry humping, cunnilingus, panty fucking, choking, your men are just nasty freaks for you.

wc: 5.4k in total, roughly 1000 per li

an: happy belated birthday, @jadestone2!! here's one of the gifties i have for you <3. hope you all enjoy!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

XAVIER

There’s never a day where Xavier doesn’t believe the moments he wakes up from his naps aren’t blessings hidden as disruptions. 

Last week, he woke up to see you watering his plants looking like a cute bunny in one of his many hoodies. Two days ago he woke up to you halfway through placing a pillow beneath his head because he somehow landed up sleeping on the floor.

Today, he woke up to you cooking lunch for both of you. In nothing but one of his old sweaters.

It’s a particularly short sweater, even for him. The way it rides up your curves each time you reach for the cabinet hypnotises him. It’s like he’s in a trance, the way he hops off the couch —  bedhead and all — and stalks slowly behind you like a predator about to catch his prey.

Though, in this case, he is technically your prey. 

The outfit was a deliberate move from you. You had planned it the moment you realised he was asleep on the couch. You decided that instead of waking him like you usually would to teach him how to cook without burning the apartment down, you’d instead give him a surprise to wake up to. 

You blame ovulation, you just haven’t gotten to spend that much time with him since you’re both so so busy. Your fingers and vibrator definitely weren’t enough to substitute for the immense pleasure he gives you. Why not give him a little treat?

Xavier can feel himself throbbing in his pants by the time he reaches the kitchen. He doesn’t even have to glance down to know that his length is poking hard against his sweatpants forming a large tent. Judging from how the pulsation and heat down there is growing by the second, he’s definitely leaking precum from his slit.

His mouth waters at the sight of you simply humming to yourself while you chop away at the vegetables on the cutting board. Each and everything you do brings his cock to an almost painful throb.

The way your ass looks so soft and plush and barely hidden beneath his sweater— his sweater— boils deep in his core, so deep that all the blood rushing straight to his cock gets him lightheaded. 

His hands start grabbing the air in state of being half-sleepy half-horny for you. If you could just bend over just a little bit—

And you do. Fuck yes, you do.

You drop the your knife to the floor, quickly hopping on the spot to avoid the blade. In your eyes, you dodged a very sharp bullet. In Xavier’s, you just drove him deeper into his insatiable abyss of hunger for you.

The jump alone pushed the sweater up as far as your waist, revealing that delicious curve of your ass, your hip dips that he loves to lick and grip on, and your spine— fuck, he loves staring at your back.

“Oh my fuck,” You cuss under your breath and bend over to pick it up. The remaining blood in his brain is about to shoot out of his nose. He could cum on the spot. Being blessed with such a sight of your cunt openly greeting him makes his knees buckle. Drool is dripping from the corners of his mouth. Fuck.

Xavier has to fight the urge to just moan out loud from the sight alone. The way his cock keeps bouncing inside his sweats rubbing his tip against the fabric doesn’t make the situation any easier for him. He’s glued to the spot, hypnotised, enamoured, pussy drunk before he even gets a taste of you.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” He mutters under his breath. Not even a blink later Xavier finds himself on his knees right behind you— he teleported because he was mentally stuck to the ground. 

You obviously sense the change in the air, along with the new sense of warmth radiating right behind you.

“Xavier- oh.” You glance over your shoulder to find him nuzzling his head on your thighs, rambling incomprehensible words so fast you can barely catch on. A warm wet slither travels up your thighs and close to your core.

“Let me have a taste.” His whines. It would have been a command if it wasn’t for how high pitched his voice becomes each time he speaks. “Fuck, let me taste— please, let me taste."

Smiling to yourself, you sigh in relief that he finally woke up. “Of course, baby, take what you need.”

His mind snaps, shatters, splits into pieces—your affirmation is everything he needs to hear to plant his face between your cheeks and slither his tongue right into your cunt.

You both moan shamelessly from the contact, Xavier from tasting you and you from feeling you after so, so long. You hand immediately drops to his head to push him closer and closer, his hands fondling and squeezing your ass like a stress toy. It’s the only thing keeping him from stroking himself.

His hips jut up your leg in rhythm, bringing him to rut on you and spread his pre all over you through his soaked sweatpants.

“So good.” His muffled voice praises you. “You taste so good, fuck.” 

Your grip tightens on the soft tufts of his hair, burning hot into his scalp from his fingers reaching your bud of nerves. He circles, pinches, and rubs at your clit like he’s desperately trying to make you cum as quickly as possible.

“Xavier,” You whine, practically grinding on his face making his head bob in tandem with your needy ruts. “Need you inside.”

Literally anything you say can be a buzzword in his ears. Xavier shoots up to his feet, ignoring the dizziness that strikes his body in a flash to push his sweatpants down low enough for his cock to audibly slap his abdomen. 

His cock continuously bounces up and down, smacking his skin with his leaky tip to create a sticky string connecting his cock to his stomach. The lewd imagery is riveting, mind numbing, he can barely think straight. He doesn’t even notice you aligning his cock with your hand, stroking him while his brain goes dumb from desire.

“Snap out of it!” You hiss, practically losing balance from how much your pussy aches for him. “Xavier!”

A switch must have gone off to have him immediately slip inside until he bottomed out fully inside you. His arms wrap tight around your waist and he immediately ruts into you like he’s got a point to prove.

“‘M gonna make you feel real good, baby.” He groans, licking a wet stripe of spit up the length of your neck to your jaw. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

ZAYNE

Zayne can feel himself losing threads of his control. He can feel his cock beginning to strain against the confines of his slacks. 

All because you’re bending over to pick up a fork he dropped. 

It wasn’t on purpose, he swears. It was just that his hand slipped while he was talking to you. One long look at that beautiful face of yours, watching you laugh and his hand slips pushing the fork to the floor. He can’t help himself, he’s just so down bad when it comes to you.

What he hadn’t expected was for you to stand and reach to pick it up, despite him telling you it’s okay. What he really hadn’t seen coming was that you’d turn away from him and bend over, showing that you were barely wearing anything underneath your skirt.

And by barely, there was a very clear opening of the crotch area revealing your pussy to his eyes and his alone.

By the time you stand up straight, ice was creeping up his neck to cool his face down and reduce the blatant blush spreading across his face and ears. 

“You okay?” You ask as you place the fork back down by his plate. You fight the muscles on your face to keep yourself from grinning. Zayne only nods as if the ice has stiffened his neck.

You chuckle to yourself, he’s so cute. If it isn’t the sugar he relishes in consuming whenever he gets the chance, it’s how flustered he gets. Cheeks reddened, struggling to maintain eye contact… it’s all so cute until he starts to get back at you for putting him in that state.

You begin to turn away until his hand catches your wrist, grip cold and needy. Before you can even ask, you find yourself being tugged towards him, hearing the faint ruffle of his pants being unzipped and then the soft schlick of your cunt being stuffed by his cock.

“Not a sound.” His voice is cold as steel yet dripping with desire, holding you down tight by the waist to stop you from moving. You can just feel him twitching inside you. 

“I could’ve held back and waited until we reached the car but seeing you in that lace,” He adjusts, jutting his cock up deeper into you but not giving you the pleasure of fucking you good in the middle of the cafe. “Seeing that delicious pussy… you must be shameless.”

Feeling a slew of moans brimming at the back of your throat, you bite your lip hard enough to make it bleed just to hold yourself back. You wanted this the entire time but you didn’t expect it to happen this early. Not to mention literally sitting in a full cafe while cockwarming your lover.

If anything, the goal you had in mind was to get him riled up enough to humble you in his car. This, however, looks like it’ll be so much better.

“You’re getting so wet, my love.” Zayne whispers, feeling more at ease as his evol relaxes. His lips press hot kisses on the shell of your ear. His breath is hot on your skin and his once ice cold hands tighten their hold on your waist. “Is sitting on my cock in front of all these people turning you on?”

You won’t lie, it is turning on. You’re soaked through and through to the point where your arousal slick is dripping onto his pants. If it isn’t the way he’s teasing you in that hushed sexy voice of his, it’s his girthy length pulsating deep inside you.

Your walls involuntarily clench on him, making squelches loud enough for the couple in the booth behind you to hear. Zayne can feel his control slipping, feeling the plush of your ass so comfy on his lap, the way your pussy is just clamping tight on him— he just has to remind you to behave.

He raises your hips just a bit and slams you back down on his cock with a soft plap. You both have to swallow your noises of pleasure. Zayne can’t help himself but fondle your ass beneath your skirt, feeling that soft flesh that he loves so much.

“Zayne,” You whimper, feeling your core tighten in heat. “I need you.” There’s only so much discipline you have when it comes to cockwarming him— and being in a literal public space doesn’t make the matter any easier.

“Talk to me, darling.” Zayne murmurs, nudging your legs apart with his knee to grant himself access to your throbbing clit. Discreetly under the table, his fingers find your sensitive nub covered by sheer lace and gently rubs and teases you in cruel, rough circles.

“This is what you wanted, no?” He muses, now using two fingers to pinch and pull at your clit while his hips twitch into yours— a clear indicator of him being close. He would never admit it out loud, but the risk was turning him on too.

“After all that teasing, wearing those panties here for me to see, you didn’t think I’d give you just what you need?”

Before you can even muster a response, loud screams erupt around you followed by scrambles of people rushing to leave the cafe. You both snap out of your trance to see wanderers lurking outside the cafe and citizens rushing to escape.

Out of impulse, you move to stand up only to be held back down, deeper into Zayne’s length.

“Zayne, the—“

“Look, hunters have already been dispatched.”

You glance out the window to see a hoard of hunters already in battle against the wanderers, swiftly moving people out of the way. Mind still fuzzy from being stuffed, you ease back into his embrace.

“And since the cafe’s empty…” Zayne grins into your nape and presses a wet kiss on your skin. His hands roughly push your skirt high up your waist, relishing in the sight of your plump ass so close to him. 

He pumps his cock right into your cunt, shamelessly moaning into your ear as you whine from his ministrations. “Let’s take care of this needy pussy.”

RAFAYEL

He probably shouldn’t have asked you to join him in the bath.

Yes, you hadn’t seen him in a week, and yes the only time you could see him without disruption was coincidentally his bathing time. Buuuuuut… a little bath wouldn’t hurt, right?

WRONG! Rafayel can feel his cock rising beneath the water. He’s struggling to think. Look at you, reaching for the shampoo on the little side table next to the bath. Stretching so nice that he can watch droplets of water cascade down your spine and fall into the crack between your plump ass cheeks.

Don’t get him wrong, he’s seen you naked more than enough times to be well accustomed to seeing your posterior— he’s painted you like this more than fifty times. But this particular sight is something that not even paint can accurately capture.

He watches you spread your legs wider, exposing your core right to his hungry eyes.

“Fuck.” Rafayel curses under his breath. He wraps his hand wraps tight around his cock, slowly pumping his shaft beneath the water.

“What’s wrong?” You muse, wriggling your hips just enough to make your ass bounce and smack the water.

Just enough to tease him. Just enough to make him lose his patience, grab you by the hips and fuck you so good that half the water in the tub ends up splattered on the floor— along with a few other fluids.

You know just how much Rafayel loves your ass, plump and soft just for him to fondle and nibble on. You’d found paintings scattered around his studio and even more bound within his sketchbooks, all having a small note of his insatiable thirst for you.

Don’t get him started on the view he gets when he takes you from behind.

He’s shamelessly stroking his cock, feeling the heat of unbearable pleasure surge through his veins. He has a very strong feeling you know what you’re doing, rudely moving like that for him. Precum mixes with water and his breath goes heavy.

“Is it that hard to get shampoo?” He huffs in a huskier tone, one you easily recognise as him getting more aroused. “Can’t be that hard, cutie.”

“Can’t seem to reach it,” You deliberately whine, dramatically arching your back for the water to collide with your skin like a wave crashing with the shore. All that work and Rafayel just doesn’t seem to budge.

“Uh huh.” He’s in a daze. Eyes locked like glue on your ass, watching your sweet nectar start to drip from your core, almost as if your pussy could sense the rise of desire in his cock. You are his bride, after all. It’s only natural to share each other’s desires.

“Just— just keep trying.” His words slur as the sounds of his hand stroking his cock grow louder just enough for you to hear. “You’ll get it.”

The splashing and rhythmic pumps definitely catch your awareness, and that only irritates you more. Why isn’t he doing anything about it? You softly grunt and snatch the shampoo from the counter, ensuring you lean back directly above his crotch. 

“Got it!” You grin and glance over your shoulder. And my, my, my, is he a sight for sore eyes.

His cheeks are flushed redder than a tomato, his hand shamelessly jerks away at his length to pleasure himself while his eyes are locked on your ass.

“You were ignoring me on purpose!” You huff, hitting his face with water to catch his attention.

“Do you even know what you do to me when you act like this?” Rafayel releases his cock from his grip and holds your hips to align your pussy with his throbbing length. “I just had to wait for you to come back.”

You can feel your eyes twitching. “I wanted you to lean over me and fuck me senseless, Raf, why do you think I was taking so long?!” 

“Oh.” There he goes with that faux shock. “I thought you were just struggling. Wasn’t really surprised. But now that I know what you want…”

He swiftly pulls you onto him while raising his hips, filling you to the brim with his cock. He doesn’t waste any time to start snapping his hips to pound his cock as deep as it can possibly go— which isn’t that hard considering you’re soaked like a fucking sponge.

Your eyes roll as soon as he hits that delicious sensitive spot instantly, moans ripping from your throat to echo around his bathroom like a lewd symphony. His leaky cockhead continuously pokes that gummy spot as if it’s target practice. You can barely keep up with how hard he’s going, your balance keeps slipping from being half submerged with water despite the death grip you have on the edges of the tub.

“Rafa—“ Choke on your moans, practically hypnotised by the way the water moves with you, drenching you, him, and the floor completely. His thick length just stretches you out so so good you can barely think straight, your only ambition is to squeeze around him tight enough to memorise each vein— as if you haven’t already.

“Not— fuck— not gonna last long—“ Even better for you. You want to have him fill you up, that’s what you’ve been aching for the entire time.

“Don’t hold back,” You squeeze around his cock tighter forcing your walls to clench as hard as you can, stringing out a noise from his lips that sounds like a mix of a moan and a whimper. “Want you to cum deep inside.”

The water jumps out of the bathtub and up Rafayel’s thighs as your hips roll in tandem with his thrusts, landing a noisy slap of his sacks against your clit— only bringing you closer to unravel on his cock. 

The schlap schlap schlap of soaked skin colliding in an obscene tempo begins to create a symphony in his head that he forces himself to memorise. The pieces he could create from the sounds of your pleasure could make audiences break down into tears.

“Gonna fill you up good,” Rafayel muses right into your ear. “All that teasing… you deserve it, don’t you?”

You can barely speak from how hard you’re going, grinding your hips on his to chase your pleasure while bringing him to his own undoing. All you can do is nod, and that’s all the signal he needs to keep going.

And he won’t stop for a while.

SYLUS

You have no business bending down like that.

Especially not on his bed. In one of his many tailored shirts that barely cover your torso because it keeps slipping off your shoulder. Bending over his bed to reach for your book.

Why were you bending over in such a scandalous position? It’s simple, really. You threw your book off the bed in the midst of your cuddle/reading session because you read an unexpected plot twist. A very erotic plot twist.

Sylus had made a soft yet audible whine when you pried his hands off your waist but his little noises — which only you have the privilege of hearing — fell to silence when you crawled to the edge of the bed and leaned right over the edge, leaving the image of you straddling air for him to consume.

“Need help, sweetie?” Sylus muses as he watches your struggle, both amused and aroused. A very familiar hardening length is starting to push out of his robe’s parted front— and he conveniently decided not to wear anything apart from his robe tonight. 

“Nope.” You huff over your shoulder. The book is more than an arm’s length away— why did you throw it so aggressively? 

You’d been in that position for longer than you intended, fully absorbed on the goal of taking your book. What’s taking you so long was the fact that you are about to fall off the bed. Feeling gravity attempt to pull you to the floor (again), you swiftly wiggle your ass as you move your legs bit by bit to push you further into the bed.

All Sylus can see is the ricochet of your soft cheeks with each movement. It takes so much deep restraint to not crawl to you and bite your ass just for the fun of it. 

 But he’ll have to distract himself even if his eyes refuse to look away. “How’s the search going?”

“Terribly.” You huff— but it sounds more like a suppressed moan from stretching your body to abnormal lengths to reach for that damn book.

That just makes it worse for your poor kindred lover. His hard on reveals itself by pushing his robe out of the way— that’s just how strong his love and desire is for you when you unintentionally tempt him. Now imagine what happens when it’s deliberate. 

He doesn’t even try to touch himself, knowing the eventual slick noises will catch your attention. It’s becoming unbearable to watch you in the midst of your hunt, trying to keep his eyes on you when all he can see is your arched back accentuating the curve of your ass all while his length twitches and leaks in his peripheral. 

Each movement of your reaching forward or rebalancing yourself made your flesh jiggle. Every. Single. Movement. That plush, softness that he’d always grip on tight when you clench on him hard, or that he’d smack soft or hard when he aches to hear you moan so deep in his ear that it’s engraved into his every thought. 

When you move one more time, if you jiggle that ass one more time— and you eventually do— Sylus closes his eyes in blissful resignation. 

Fuck it.

Smack!

It’s been hours. Hours since he pounced on you.

His hand collides with your cheeks to watch that delicious, cock throbbing ricochet that makes him harder and harder than he’d like to admit.

You’re hours deep into him being deep inside you, still bent well over the edge of your bed with the only thing keeping you in place being his powerful grip on your hips.

“I feel like you did that on purpose.” Sylus purrs and pulls your hips flush against his to ensure you can feel the curve of his cock dive into your pussy with each powerful thrust. “You could’ve hopped off the bed— ffuck— and yet-“ smack! “You chose to be a tease instead.”

You can only respond with a giggle that sounded more like a moan. Blood is rushing to your head like a current, your hands grip the bedding to claw at every time he pounds your weeping pussy harder and harder just how you like it.

Was it intentional? Maybe.

In your defence, you did actually throw the book out of shock. You were about to simply hop off the bed to make it quick but you had stopped and came up with the idea to tease your lover. Just a little bit. You did neglect the fact that you weren’t wearing anything under his shirt that you wore and that the book made you wetter than you’d like to admit.

Another thing you underestimated was that Sylus is down horrendously bad for you. So down bad that seeing your pussy glisten in the dimmed lights while you’re bent over the edge of the bed would drive him mad. 

“Took— took you long enough!” You whined as a harder push of his hips almost threw your off the bed, bringing you closer to your edge (for the fifth time tonight). 

The position you are in is just too good. The bed’s already soaked through and through with cum from both of you that somehow managed to leak out of your hole while he’s been plowing you. Your skin is warm and sticky with sweat and slick adding extra deliciously maddening friction for every time your hips collide.

Sylus is grinding— no, rutting on your ass, moaning loud into your ear from how soft and cushy it feels, how your pussy literally swallows his cock and refuses to let him out. 

“Keep squeezing me like this and we’ll end up making a big mess, Kitten.” He seethes, bending over your body to lick the shell of your ear while his cock still ravages you, dragging through your gummy walls until its shape is ingrained in you.

“S-Sy!” You whine. You can feel yourself falling. At an instant, a gust of black and red mist swirls round your body and raises you both to keep you in place. 

“Relax, I got you.” That purr is more than enough to make you cum again. “I’m not done yet. You teased me with this pretty ass of yours.” Another smack! hits your skin— you’re sure it’ll leave a mark of his hand.

“I plan to make the most of it tonight.”

CALEB

He can literally smell your arousal in the air. 

It’s not even like you’re doing anything. He can just smell it. 

That sweet musk that he chases to inhale whenever he does your laundry. That delicious scent the snorts into his brain whenever his face is locked between your legs slurping up your slick to satiate his thirst that only you can provide. 

You aren’t doing anything. Just lying on the couch. Legs spread. Wearing as little as a crop top and one of his favourite panties. One that he’s definitely used for other purposes. 

Lying on the couch with a pillow underneath your abdomen to keep you comfy while you scroll away on your phone. Lying on the couch with your ass up in the air, panties bunching in to accentuate your curvaceous form.

You aren’t doing anything. And that’s the problem.

Your legs hang casually over his lap, directly above his crotch. You can literally feel his boner growing beneath you but you’re playing it off, pretending you don’t even notice. Pretending you don’t even notice the strain in his voice, the need brewing in his core like a pot boiling over onto the stove.

“D-Do you mind, uh—“ Caleb stops himself before a moan slips out from his lips. His knuckles are about to turn white from how hard he’s gripping the couch to stay in place. Anything to stop his hips from acting out of their own accord.

“Huh?” You stretch your legs right over his bulge, making sure you rub just enough to build up friction. You’re such a tease.

Caleb’s rendered speechless. He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing heavy through his nostrils to gather some level of control. Jokes on him, that flew out the window the moment he saw your ass.

He can’t seem to stop staring at it. Seeing how you naturally get wet just from being within his proximity, how your slick coats your underwear and exaggerates the puff of your pussy lips especially when you’re horny, how he can literally smell it—

“Caleb?” 

His throat goes dry hearing his name leave your lips. Not even, he’s salivating. Literally dribbling from the mouth like he saw a meal after weeks of not eating. He might as well assume that is the case.

“Yeah?” He chokes out while forcing himself to pull his gaze away from your ass. What was he trying to ask earlier? “Oh— you mind moving your legs a bit? I need to stretch.”

“Stretch?” You innocently ask — but that grinch-like grin slapped on your face only widens. “You just sat down.”

That is just all the confirmation he needs to know you’re doing this intentionally. He sighs and grips your thigh. Tight.

“I’m going to turn over and eat you out through your panties if you don’t let me stand up.” 

You didn’t expect him to fold that quickly. Usually, when either of you play this teasing game, it can take up to hours for either of you to fold— be it literally grinding on each other or using subtle innuendoes. This time, he looks extra needy for you.

You turn to look at him over your shoulder, wondering if he’s joking. He’s not. His eyes are practically turning another colour from all that arousal brimming deep within him, not to mention the his hard length raging in his pants.

“Yeah?” You tilt your head, gracing him with a Cheshire grin. Caleb doesn’t even bother speaking. He plants his face right onto your clothed cunt while the rest of his body follows suit, laying comfortably in a makeshift sniper position to eat your pussy until you soak the couch.

“Fuck yeah.” His breath is hot on your skin, prickling goosebumps all over your body. 

He can hear the squelching gush of your arousal spill out of your pussy like a bursting faucet. His tongue slurps up a taste of your desire through your panties, suckling as much of your taste through the fabric as he can.

He might ruin this pair of panties but he’s more than happy to take you out to buy replacements— just to ruin them later. 

Your taste is divine, heavenly. He could worship you every damn day if you ask him to. He’d do anything to drown in your taste, your scent, in you. It all just feels too good not to rut his cock on the bed like a dog in heat.

“Oh, fuck, Caleb,” You sigh into the cushion trapped between your arms, bucking your hips back for him to ravage you completely. No matter how many times either of you try to tease each other, nothing beats the satisfaction that comes from breaking.

The way his clothed cock just perfectly fit in the junction between the cushion and couch is mouth watering. Eating you out while the stimulation going off in his cock like alarms is more than enough to make him cum, but he’d never waste his seed on something that isn’t you.

Caleb reluctantly pulls his face away from your core and strokes himself while he aligns his cockhead with your sobbing cunt. “I think I’m gonna ruin these panties, baby.”

“No, they’re my favourite!” You whine at the feeling of his cock rubbing up and down your clothed cunt, the stimulation from how wet you are makes your back arch like a cat. “Don’t you dare.”

“Don’t worry,” You can practically hear the smile spread on his face as he leans over you to press his cockhead into your cunt, pushing his panty-covered tip inside. “I’ll just fuck your panties a little bit. Then I’ll give you just what you need.”

The mere heat of his tip throbbing inside you drives you into a lust-dazed frenzy. You hump your hips in tandem with his short, torturous thrust, relishing in his swallowed moans from how your soaked panties rub on him just right. 

“So tight,” He whines into your ear, arm slithering under your head to put you in a gentle headlock, just the way you like it. “Pussy’s so tight— fuck—“

Caleb’s arm slides between you to tug your panties to the side then slides his cock right inside, slow and deep. The tight fill just burns so good that you both make noises loud enough for anyone outside the house to hear. 

“This is so mmmuch better,” You smile into his arm. 

“Yeah?” The muscles of his biceps and triceps bulge as he tightens his headlock on you. You choke on your breath just as his cock starts to pound into your cunt, wet plaps from his hip smacking your ass sounding in the living room. “Good. We’re gonna stay like this. Nice ’n snug. Til neither of us can think."

a/n: this was so fun to write, LET ME BE FREAKY!

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Rafayel lets you underestimate him.

He lets you think he’s over dramatic, a push over, that he’s submissive and needs your protecting. All so he can have the satisfaction of catching you completely off guard.

Now, you're under him, legs pushed so far up they squish against your breasts. You can barely breathe, barely think, barely make a coherent sound.

He's pounding into you so hard, so fast, so deep.

Reminding you that he is, in fact, six feet tall and rather muscular. That he’s extremely powerful, strength wise and his evol. That he can portray himself as a lithe, quiet artist with a love for the dramatic flare. He played you. Bad.

“R-Rafayel!” You’re losing your mind, unable to wriggle out of his hold. The pleasure is too much, too intense, his hips are pounding into you at near inhumane speeds. If you could run from his cock, at this point you would.

But he has you pinned to the bed, his body rendering yours immobile, and all you can do is lay there and take it.

Your third — no, maybe your fourth — orgasm hits you like a freight train. The feeling of submission, of helplessness, throwing you right over the edge.

“That’s it, cutie. Cum for me, make a bigger mess of my cock. Remember who’s really in charge here.”

This whole fandom underestimates Rafayel. So many portrayals of him being the smallest, the weakest, flamboyant. My mans is 6 feet tall, muscular and lithe at the same time, a literal god. Fym weak 😩

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Btw... For everyone who hasn’t explored it yet:

You can found all the past exclusive calls in my masterlist 🥰

Here you go

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That is all 🥰

I cried at this. Seeing him like this is heartwrenching, especially after what Infold put us through with his myth.

The veil scene 🥹

I’m still sceptical if this is real (I see you, Infold 👁🫵🏻) but oh, does he deserve it!

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I GENUINELY CRIED I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Please let this be a normal card. Happy card. Please infold.