SYNOPSIS: rafayel compliments you and has a nickname for you and holds your hand and openly flirts with you... which could mean nothing
tags/warnings: rafayel x fem!reader, fluff, reader is both oblivious and refuses to accept love, lowkey yandere/stalker/manipulative!rafayel if you squint, reader thinks she's undeserving of love, happy ending, I think that's it!
wc: 6.6k
a/n: hi hi!! I finally got around to working on a raf drabble that turned into This,, I hope u guys enjoy !! I liked playing around w the dynamic between reader and rafayel hehe I hope it comes across !!! thank u to my gorgeous wife tee and my beloved brother in arms emmy for proofreading !! PLEASE let me know what u guys think !! reading ur comments and tags genuinely keeps me going hehe,, okay enough yapping, I hope u enjoy :3
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It was the first exhibition you were working security for him. You hovered around him the entire night, smiling when he’d shoot you pleading glances. You shook your head at him and continued to scan the room. It was a nice event, you’d have to remember to compliment Thomas's work the next time you saw him. Everything went smoothly, and Rafayel was surprisingly cooperative the entire night.
You bit back a smile when you watched Rafayel's eyes sparkle underneath the spotlights, explaining his pieces to every sponsor and guest as he made his way around the room. The thumping of your heart made your face flush as you watched him smile and gesture wildly towards the canvas, mimicking the brushstrokes he’d used to capture the raging sea. He stole a glance back at you, smirking a little when he caught you staring. You tore your gaze from him, blinking quickly and regaining composure as you stood a little straighter.
When the night came to a close you waited for a moment off to the side, laughing to yourself as Thomas all but shoved Rafayel to shake hands with the VIPs. After he finally finished, he made his way in front of the largest canvas in tonight's showing. You pushed yourself off the wall you'd been leaning against, standing next to him and looking at the painting alongside him. You clasped your hands behind your back, rocking slightly on your heels, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes.
“Did you know I started this piece a year ago?” His words echo slightly in the now empty room. The lights pointing straight at the painting cast beautiful shadows across his face. You only hum in response, reading the title card next to the painting.
The Sea’s Love.
“Good thing it sold for the highest then,” you joke lightly, still focusing on the painting ahead of you. Rafayel turns his head slightly, gaze focusing on you.
“When I first started painting it, I was fueled by anger and frustrations,” he states, voice neutral as he continues to watch you. “I was so angry, I felt like I would never be able to feel truly happy, like I’d never trust enough to be able to love again.” Rafayel pauses for a second, eyes shifting back to the painting you were so engrossed in. “I abandoned it after three days of working on it.”
Your brows furrowed slightly, focus finally tearing from the art to the artist beside you.
“You said you finished this in six days though,” there’s genuine confusion on your face as you continue, “and you said you were inspired by feelings of hope and love, not anger.”
Rafayel hummed, a soft smile playing on his lips as he leaned closer to you. “I did. Somewhere along the way I realized I could love again, but it doesn't mean those negative feelings just vanished overnight.”
“So your anger and fears, they still live alongside the way you love and devote yourself to whoever your beloved may be.” It was less of a question and more of an observation. You cocked your head at an angle, eyes tracing every brushstroke.
“Exactly Miss Bodyguard. Love is like the sea, filled with beauty and serenity, but also storms and chaos. That's what love truly is, messy and heartbreakingly wonderful."
It was nice to talk to Rafayel when he was in his element and not making your job next to impossible. You smiled at the explanation, nodding your head and turning to look at him, his eyes met yours.
“That’s nice, I like that.”
“I picked it up again a month ago. I found new inspiration, one that invoked the more ‘positive’ influence of the painting.” He’s quiet for a moment, eyes lingering on you enough to make your face flush, “right after I met you, actually.” His eyes never left yours, and the last couple words make heat rise quickly to your cheeks. The room felt too hot all of a sudden, and you were quick to break eye contact first.
“I think they’re about to shut the lights off, let’s get you home before Thomas tries to pitch you a commission for a sponsor,” you smile, turning on your heel and taking a deep breath. So he picked up his painting about love and the complexity of it after he met you? So what? It doesn’t mean anything, just a coincidence, a one off chance that will probably never occur again.
Rafayel smiles behind you, watching as you wipe your hands nervously on your pants. You were flustered, cute. He takes one last glance at the painting, focusing on the middle right, where he’d hidden your initials among brushstrokes.
It was hard for you to say no to people. Even harder when ‘people’ was Rafayel staring at you with wide pleading eyes, and you were saying ‘no’ to an all-expenses-paid trip to Italy to visit his aunt for the weekend.
“Miss Bodyguard, what if EVER gets me on the flight there? Or my stalkers figure out where I’m staying and kidnap me? I’ll be defenseless and all alone and you’d be none the wiser!” Rafayel gives you his best pout, and damn it was good.
“Rafayel, I promised my friends I’d go to dinner with them already,” you sighed, guilt creeping in your chest as your mind ran wild with possibilities. What if something bad did happen to him? What if he really did need you there?
“Fine, when you see on Linkon City News that world-famous artist Rafayel Qi was found dead on the Italian coast, you better not cry.” He huffs softly before getting up from his spot on the couch, heading to his back porch as the sun begins to set.
You frowned at his words, quickly following him outside. “If you’re worried about security you could always hire someone else! I’m sure anyone would-”
“I don’t want anyone, I want you.” For a moment a flicker of something flashes in his eyes, it leaves before you can place it. Your stomach flips at his words, and you have to remind yourself he doesn’t mean those words in the way you secretly hoped he did. This was a professional relationship. As professional as a pouting diva artist and overworked hunter-turned-security detail can be, at least.
Rafayel leans on the railing that heads to the beach, chin propped in the palm of his hand as he scowls. He knew you’d feel guilty if he sulked for long enough, and sulk he did. “I’m sure my dumb seagulls will miss me when I’m dead in three days time, we never finished our final choir act y’know.”
You rolled your eyes, pulling your phone out and sending a profuse apology to your group chat. You can’t make brunch Saturday, the job you took as a side quest is requiring you to travel for an event this weekend.
“Watcha writing? You should look up caskets near us, help me choose one since I’ll be dead in-” you cut him off by flicking his forehead. “Ow! What was that for? You’re supposed to protect me!”
“You are so dramatic you know that?” Rafayel can’t help but smile, knowing he had you right where he wanted you. “Stop smiling, you ruined my weekend plans,” you furrowed your brows at him, looking out into the ocean as the sun slowly sunk deeper into its depths. The oranges and pinks never failed to take your breath away.
“I promise I’ll be on my best behavior Miss Bodyguard.”
You were going to kill Rafayel. You had to find him first, but then you were going to kill him. This was poor foresight in your end, you had to admit. You really should’ve put two and two together when Rafayel took you dress shopping and picked out only items that matched his suit.
“I thought you were just visiting?” You’d asked, zipping up the dress and looking in the mirror.
“Well yes, but she has this charity event she’s putting on, told me to come and support the cause,” he mumbled, eyes glued to his phone as he scrolled mindlessly on social media, he smiled when he saw your moments posts.
“What’s she donating to?” You asked as you smoothed the dress out, fixing your hair a bit and twirling to see how it fit.
“Combating human trafficking,” he replied, it wasn’t a total lie.
“Oh that’s nice.”
The sound of the curtain opening made him snap his head up. He thought his nose might start bleeding soon.
“What do you think? I feel like maybe it’s too much? I’m just security so I shouldn’t be flashy in the first place,” you slowly shrunk into yourself, Rafayel was quick on his feet.
“It’s perfect,” he breathed out, his fingers ghosting over your shoulders, itching to finally touch your skin. It took every fiber of his being to pull away, he swallowed hard before shaking his head. “You’re my security, you have to look the part, don’t want you embarrassing me with a boring outfit do you?”
You shook your head, smiling slightly as you caught your reflection in the mirror. “It is really pretty, isn’t it?” Your eyes were focused on the detail of the gown, Rafayel was focused on the details of your face.
“Very beautiful,” he agreed softly.
“Miss Y/N?” The voice pulled you out of your haze, a nervous smile on your lips as you focused back on the woman in front of you.
“My apologies, what did you say?” Your eyes shift nervously around the room, hoping to find the familiar purple haired man you’d arrived with.
“How long have you and Rafayel been together?” The question would’ve been harmless, had you actually been in a relationship with the artist. You were grateful for the amount of training the association made you do on remaining stoic under pressure.
So with a gentle smile you replied, “only about a month,” the lady cooed at you, going on about young love. The second your eyes met with Rafayel’s across the room, you quickly excused yourself. Rafayel smiled at you, then he realized your eyes were narrowed at him, his smile seemed to grow when you roughly grabbed his arm.
“Where the hell did you go?!” You hiss at him, making sure your voice wasn’t too loud.
“Miss me already cutie? I was just giving the staff my piece for the auction, doing my part or whatever,” he smiled at you, trying to hide how much he loved how angry you looked.
“Okay first of all do not call me that,” Rafayel pouts at your words. “Second of all I’m here as your security, to secure you, make sure you’re secure. How do you suppose I do that when you run off behind my back?” You smack him lightly with your purse, hitting him harder when he lets out a string of ‘ow's that cause guests to turn and look at the two of you. Both of you give them convincing enough smiles to turn away.
“Third of all, why did some random lady ask me how long we’ve been together?”
Rafayel’s cheeks turn a hue of pink as you ask your third question, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips as he looks at you with the softest eyes you’d ever seen. No, stay strong.
“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry for running off. I just had to give them the canvas I donated or else Aunt Talia would have me gutted. I promise I won’t do it again cu- Miss Bodyguard,” he begrudgingly corrects himself, you thank him under your breath. “As for the last question, hypothetically, how angry would you be if I told my Aunt that you were my girlfriend and everyone accidentally found out? Hypothetically.”
It wasn’t an accident, he’d asked Talia to put you down as his plus one, and next to your name on the guest list were the words ‘Rafayel’s muse.’
“Hypothetically you don’t pay me enough to fake date you,” you bite back, hoping he can’t see the flush on your cheeks or hear how fast your heart is beating. “Hypothetically,” you sigh out, pinching the bridge of your nose and closing your eyes for a moment before looking at Rafayel, “if you have a good enough reason for it then I won’t quit.”
“Well, if everyone knew you were my bodyguard they’d know to target you, and then without you I’d be a defenseless fish out of water.” You hate how quickly he replies, and you hate how much of a point he has. You can only grumble, muttering something about a raise before taking a flute of champagne, chugging it down, and slipping your arm into Rafayel’s.
He pulls you closer to his side. You steal a glance at someone’s program, seeing that underneath the piece Rafayel had donated was your name, and next to it were the words ‘to my one and only muse.’ It must all be part of the ruse, the way he complimented you and stole glances at you throughout the night was just to sell the act.
And when he takes the heels off your feet and carries you from the cab to your hotel room, you take it as him just being nice. The way his eyes linger on you for a second too long when you say goodnight at the door probably means nothing.
You stare up at the hotel ceiling, repeating it to yourself until you can convince yourself of it.
It means nothing. There’s nothing there.
You wish the butterflies in your stomach and the thumping against your rib cage got the memo.
Rafayel takes you into the city the next day, buying souvenirs for the two of you. His hand brushes against yours more times than you can count, you hope he doesn’t notice the way your breath catches in your throat. (he does).
When the two of you arrive in Linkon again you turn to say goodbye to Rafayel, finding him already looking at you.
“I really enjoyed being with you this weekend,” his words catch you off guard, mouth slightly agape as you scramble to find the meaning behind his words. There’s no way he means fake dating you, that would never happen. You smile at him and nod in agreement.
“So did I, I’ll see you around,” you reply, not thinking too much of it, you can’t let yourself. Before you can turn to hail a cab, his hand envelopes your wrist, his mouth opens slightly, like he’s going to say something.
“What is it?” You ask, scanning his face for a moment and ensuring nothing was wrong. He’s quiet for a moment, still holding you in place.
How does he stop you from leaving? How does he keep you with him for as long as possible?
“Let me give you a ride home, airport cabs are way too expensive,” he finally says, his voice as relaxed as it always was. You want to punch yourself for thinking he would say anything else.
“It’s okay Rafayel, if you’re that worried about my finances just give me a raise,” you tease, waving goodbye and easily slipping out of his grasp. You feel your chest tighten as you close the door behind you, letting out a small sigh. Fake dating for a weekend didn’t mean anything, him falling asleep on your shoulder during the plane ride was nothing.
There’s nothing there, you remind yourself. You bite the inside of your cheek as you stare at the clouds, as much as you wished there was, there wasn’t.
You needed to go out on a date. It was starting to get ridiculous. So you did what any sensible person does: bought bottles of wine and invited your friends over to curate your dating profile. Hours later through flushed cheeks and barely contained giggles, it was done. Now all that was left for you to do was swipe on whoever you liked and hope you’d match.
It didn’t take long for you to realize that half the people on there only really wanted one night stands and nothing serious. With most of them starting off with terrible pick up lines and the rest jumping straight to “dtf?” You were seriously giving up hope, until finally you came across someone who actually struck up a conversation.
Two weeks later you found yourself fidgeting with your outfit, changing for the third time and fixing your hair one more time. You jumped as your phone buzzed on your bathroom counter top.
[incoming video call from Rafayel]
You answered on the second ring, phone still on the counter with only the top half of your head showing as you fixed your mascara.
“Hey Miss Bodyguard wanna come over? I need your opinion on this art piece I’m working on,” he pans the camera over to a colorful canvas before re-centering his face, you can see his brows furrowing as he watches your actions. “What are you doing?”
“Sorry Rafayel, I can’t today I have plans already,” you blink a couple times before finally feeling satisfied, fluffing your hair and grabbing your phone. “I don't think I'm qualified to give opinions on art, but I can swing by tomorrow after work?” You watch as Rafayel’s eyes widen, his mouth opens slightly as he stares at you. “Hello?”
“Do I have an event I didn’t know about?” Rafayel questions, swallowing hard as he blinks rapidly, drinking in your appearance through his phone screen. God, you looked gorgeous.
“No, no, just going on a date is all,” you mumble, embarrassed beyond belief as your cheeks heat up.
“A date?” Rafayel feels his world stop, blood going cold.
“Yeah figured I should put myself out there y’know? It’s been a while and I’ve been- anyway whatever, good luck with your painting!” You smile brightly before hanging up. Rafayel thinks his phone might crack from how tightly he was holding it. You absolutely could not go on that date.
You needed this date, you had to get over your feelings for Rafayel. Taking a deep breath you finally exited your apartment, locking your door and heading for the cafe you’d agree to meet at.
When you arrived at the cafe you sent your date a quick message, telling him you’d be seated in a booth near the back corner. You tapped your fingers against the table, looking around the room as you checked your phone. It’s fine, people run late all the time.
Ten more minutes passed, and you figured it wouldn’t hurt to order your drink while you waited. You stood nervously in line and glanced at the door with every ring of the bell, heart sinking when it wasn’t your date. The thumping of your heart slowly subdued, and you felt silly for getting your hopes up so much.
With slumped shoulders you slid back into the booth, checking your phone one more time as you sipped on your drink. Nothing. The door opened again, the small bell on top of the door rang as your head shot up.
It wasn’t your date. You sipped your drink slowly, opening your phone and staring at the last text your date had sent you.
‘See you soon! :)’
It’d been thirty minutes already, you’d texted him with no response. Just your luck you get ghosted on your first date back on the dating scene. With a heavy heart and a bruised ego you threw your now empty cup in the trash can, stepping into the warm summer air and taking a deep breath. Maybe it was a sign.
You didn't move when you got in your car, staring blankly at your steering wheel for a moment. The sound of your phone vibrating made your heart rate pick up, quickly checking the screen.
[incoming call from Rafayel]
You take a deep breath, muttering a small prayer under your breath before answering.
“Hello?”
“You know it’s terrible etiquette to answer your phone while on a date right?,” you can hear his teasing tone, it makes your stomach churn.
“It uh- ended early,” you lie, “what’s up?”
Rafayel grins at your words, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder as he places an ice pack over his knuckles, walking back to the couch.
“I ordered way too much takeout, what are the odds you wanna swing by and grab some? We can put on that movie you told me about last week,” Rafayel adjusts the bouquet of flowers he got you during his side quest earlier.
You’re quiet for a moment, this was definitely not going to help squash your bubbling feelings for the artist. But you were starving, and you didn’t want to wallow in self-pity just yet, not when your hair had turned out so nicely.
“Did you finish your painting already?”
“I can work on it tomorrow,” he huffs out, “c’moooooon cutie, come over and help me finish this food, please?”
“I’ll be there in 15,” you reply, biting back your smile as you shake your head and hang up.
You unlock his front door with the key he’d given you, calling out to make sure he knew it was you entering. Within seconds he rounded the corner, a smile on his face as he greeted you, clad in a hoodie and shorts. The sight never failed to make your heartbeat race.
“You look beautiful y’know,” Rafayel says softly after the two of you finish eating. You’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch, your eyes are glued to the TV stuck on a loading screen. “He’s an idiot to not have realized what a catch you are, cutie.”
You don’t have enough fight in you to protest against the pet name, you know he doesn’t mean it romantically. You're too emotionally drained to think about the fact that you never even told him how the date went
“Thanks Raf,” you say softly, had anything been playing he wouldn’t have heard it.
“I’m Raf now?” The man grins, cheeks dusted pink as he repeats the nickname. You can’t help but roll your eyes at him.
“Don’t make me take it back,” you groan as he scoots closer to you, leaning his head on your shoulder and letting a content sigh leave his lips. Maybe it was because you already felt vulnerable and Rafayel just so happened to be there for you. Maybe it was because he handed you a bouquet of flowers when you walked in the door. You don’t know why you say it, but you do.
“I should’ve known better than to think I’d find someone on a fucking dating app,” you scoff, laughing slightly as your gaze settles in your lap. Rafayel sits up straighter, a sympathetic smile on his face.
“Hey,” his voice is feathery, his touch even more so as he lifts your chin for you to look at him, “dating apps are stupid, I could’ve told you that for free.” He smiles, you can’t help but reciprocate it.
“You’re amazing, you know that? Anyone would be lucky to have you,” his face is closer to you than you ever remember it being, “I would be lucky to have you.” There’s no playful undertone in his words and no pout on his lips as he stares at you. His eyes flicker down to your lips for a fraction of a second.
“Rafayel,” you breathe out, eyelashes fluttering as everything becomes too much. What was happening? Could this mean-
The sound of the movie abruptly starting makes you jump, the sudden realization of how close you were has you clearing your throat, scooting away from the man you so desperately wish to be closer with.
He almost kissed you. You almost kissed him. He was there for you after a terrible date, with flowers and your favorite food. Which could mean nothing, and for the sake of your already aching heart, you tell yourself it does mean nothing. Because it was Rafayel and you were just, well, you.
It was hard to quell your feelings after that night. It was harder for you to ignore how pretty Rafayel was, how charming his smile was and how well you and him got along. It was damn near impossible to ignore just how much you liked him.
You tried to brush off his offhand comments, immediately deflecting and not allowing yourself the pleasure of entertaining the idea. This was Rafayel. The most handsome man you’d ever seen in your life, he was funny and kind and caring and he did not have a thing for you.
“Hey cutie, what do you say we grab a bite after this?” He winks at you during an exhibition, you want to kill the butterflies in your stomach.
“I can’t, sorry Rafayel,” you say simply, giving him a small smile and hoping he’d drop it. He doesn’t, of course he doesn’t.
“C'mon! We can go to the place you’ve been wanting to try! I saw your moments post about it,” he narrows his eyes at you, crossing his arms and leaning forward.
You take a small step back. Rafayel wants to grab you by your waist, he digs his fingers into the fabric of his shirt to stop himself.
“I already have some food I have to finish up, maybe next time?” You smile nervously, palms already sweaty from how intently he was looking at you. His purple bangs falling gently across his forehead, you fight the urge to brush them out of his eyes.
Rafayel only spoke to you again when parting ways after the exhibition, turning around and causing you to almost bump into his chest.
“Y’know I’m here for you, right? Whenever you want for whatever you need,” the words catch you by surprise, making your heart thump louder in your ears as you smile at him.
“O-okay thanks,” you reply, moving to walk past him, he grabs your wrist, staring at you like he was going to say more. He opens his mouth before closing it again, shoulders slumping and letting out a small sigh. He lets go of your wrist, savoring the way the warmth of your skin felt on his. “Let me know when you get home, Miss Bodyguard,” he smiles softly.
“Okay,” you breathe out, eyes lingering on his lips for a second too long. You turn on your heel quickly, the mantra you’d always repeat to yourself when it came to Rafayel already looping in your mind.
It probably means nothing. The look in his eyes wasn’t anything, it couldn’t be. Your heart tugs the further away from him you get, God, you wish it did.
You decided you were going to be brave. After almost a year of debate, you were going to take a leap of faith.
With shaky fingers you hover over the dial button, taking a deep breath before tapping your screen and putting the phone to your ear. It only rings once before you hear the same voice that always makes your stomach flip.
“Well to what do I owe the honor of you calling me first, Miss Bodyguard?” Rafayel smirks on the other line, leaning back in his seat as he puts the phone on speaker, mindlessly twirling a paintbrush between his fingers.
“I need to ask you something, and I want you to promise that you won’t judge me or laugh at me or- are you already giggling?” You furrow your brows, nerves slowly replaced by that familiar feeling of enamored frustration only Rafayel managed to bring out.
“You can’t tell someone to not laugh at something, everyone knows that just makes them want to laugh,” he states, “but fiiine, I won’t laugh.”
“Do piercings hurt a lot? I know you have a bunch and I’ve been wanting to get one forever and I’ve been so scared but I really want one.” You rush your words out, pacing around your living room before staring out your window and flopping backwards on your couch.
“You thought I would laugh because you’re… scared to get a piercing?” Rafayel cocks his head slightly, pausing his movements as he sets his brush down, grabbing his phone and smiling softly. He can picture you already, your face is probably warm, nose scrunched and lips pouting as you look to your side in embarrassment, shrugging your shoulders.
“Well, yeah,” you mutter, nose scrunched and face hot as you stare away from your phone, as if he could see you through the camera.
“What kind of piercing do you wanna get? The pain depends on the placement but also everyone’s pain tolerance is different.” He hears you hum on the other end of the line.
“I wanted to get my nose pierced, is that lame?” Your face is hot, embarrassed to be so scared of something so many people did.
“You’re gonna look great with it! It shouldn’t hurt too much, when are you gonna get it?” Rafayel has to take deep breaths as his imagination runs wild. The thought of you with your nose pierced, he closes his eyes for a moment, willing himself to calm down as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
“I don’t know, I was kinda thinking of getting it soon, rip the band aid off,” you smile, sitting up from your position on the couch and checking the time. “Are you busy right now?”
“I’m never busy when it comes to you,” Rafayel replies easily, wiping his paint stained hands on a nearby rag before standing up.
“Do you think you could come with me? To get the piercing?” You’re covering half your face with one hand out of embarrassment. You’re fully prepared for him to laugh at you, say ‘hell no!’ and hang up on you. Okay, that might be a little extreme.
“I’m already on my way, cutie,” he replies, you can hear the jingling of his keys before you let out a small, ‘okay’ and hang up. You stare at the floor for a moment, then a wide smile breaks onto your face. You break out into maniacal giggles, burying your face in your hands before biting your bottom lip.
Rafayel knocks on your door in 15 minutes time, hair falling perfectly and cologne wafting into your senses the moment you open the door. You look up at him with a shy smile, having never noticed just how built the man was. He crowds your space as he leans against the door frame, smiling and holding his hand out for you to take.
“Are you ready?” He asks, you nod, hesitantly putting your hand in his. You ignore the way your whole body reacts to the simple touch. You’re too in your head to notice the way his face goes red as his hand envelopes yours.
Rafayel was enjoying this way too much for your liking, but you were too nervous to make any remarks as he walked into the piercing shop with your clammy hand in his.
“Hey what can I help you guys with today?” The man asked, looking between the two of you, “matching tattoos maybe?” He grins, you can’t help but let out a nervous chuckle.
“Maybe next week, right cutie?” He chuckles when your eyes go wide and you elbow him.
“I wanted to get a nose piercing,” you tell the man, and two consent forms later you’re seated in the piercing chair, fidgeting with your t-shirt nervously as you talk to Rafayel.
“It’ll look good right? I won’t look stupid with it?” Rafayel smiles at you and nods.
“You’re gonna look stunning, Miss Bodyguard,” he mumbles, walking from his position across the room to your side. “Who knows, you might even inspire me to paint more pieces about you.”
You smile at him, then the words process in your mind. “What do you mean ‘more’?”
“Alright! I’m gonna go ahead and mark where the piercing will go and let me know if you like the placement!” The piercer walks in, saving Rafayel from having to answer your question. Reluctantly you tear your gaze from him, smiling at the piercer and sitting still as she marks your nose and hands you a mirror to check. You nod in approval, handing the mirror back as she preps the area.
Rafayel is staring at you intently, your heart is racing, fear coursing through your veins as the piercer turns to grab the needle.
“Can you hold my hand?” You ask quietly, Rafayel all but jumps at the opportunity, intertwining your fingers with his, like he was always meant to be by your side.
“Alright, you ready?” She asks and you nod, eyes focused on Rafayel’s pretty blue-pink ones. “Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth for me.” You do as you're told, feeling slightly embarrassed by how sweaty your palm is against Rafayel’s.
“Deep breath,” he says softly, eyes glancing between your gaze and the needle, squeezing your hand as she punctures the cartilage. “Good girl,” Rafayel praises, thumb stroking the back of your hand in soothing circles as your eyes water slightly. You blink rapidly, a stray tear slipping out as they insert the small stud in place of the needle.
“Alright you’re all done!” The piercer smiles at you, letting you know to head up front to pay. You thank her quickly, turning to Rafayel who still had a tight grip on your hand.
“How do I look?” You smile at him. Rafayel doesn’t say anything for a second, eyes scanning your features as his thumb swipes the stray tear from your cheek.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, squeezing your hand before helping you out of the chair. He’s quick to beat you to the register, immediately handing the receptionist his card before you have the chance to protest.
You’re too flustered by his compliment to fight back, opting instead to simply thank him as he places his card back in his wallet. Rafayel doesn’t say anything, his hand slotting back into yours. Both of your faces are burning hot, with neither of you addressing it until your hand leaves his as he holds the car door open for you.
“That wasn’t as terrible as I thought it was gonna be!” You gush as Rafayel slips into the driver's seat. He watches from the corner of his eye the way you stare at your reflection in the sun visor mirror.
“You did a great job! My brave girl,” he says smoothly, left hand on the steering wheel and the other coming to squeeze your arm gently. Your body is on fire at the small contact, and you’re having a hard time rationalizing this into nothing.
He holds your hand during your piercing, tells you he’s painted pieces inspired by you, that could mean nothing. But now he’s calling you his girl? Your mind is scrambling and you can only land on one conclusion.
“Rafayel?”
“Cutie?” He purrs back, he can all but see everything in your head clicking into place, his heart thumping against his chest as your gaze bores into your lap.
“Do you like me?” You check to see if the passenger door is unlocked, in case he laughs in your face and you have to jump out of this moving vehicle. You think about the logistics of it, you’d most likely survive, mainly surface injuries, you’ve fought off hordes of wanderers, you could take jumping out of a car. What you couldn’t take, is the artist you’ve been crushing on for a year calling you delusional.
“I thought that much was obvious, I’ve been flirting with you since I met you,” Rafayel lets out a deep chuckle, turning to look at you briefly. Your mouth is agape, eyes wide as you stare at him in disbelief.
“What?!” You shriek. Rafayel only laughs harder.
“Did you think I just went around complimenting everybody? Calling people cutie and my muse?” Your silence makes Rafayel’s mouth drop. “Are you serious?!” He exclaims, parking the car in front of your apartment building before turning to face you fully.
“I didn’t want to assume things! I just rationalized everything that happened,” you defended, “I just kept telling myself it meant nothing and you were just a flirty person!”
“So when I gave you a key to my house?”
“I’m your bodyguard so you gave it to me for security purposes,” you explained, and Rafayel had to hold back his laughter.
“I told you there’s no one in my life that I’d want with me other than you, and that’s the conclusion you came to?” Your face burned as you tried (and failed) to defend yourself. “Okay and the time I told you that you were the reason I started painting with lighter tones and images of hope and love instead of despair?"
“You said that you did that after you met me, not that-” saying it out loud makes it seem obvious, embarrassment coursing through your veins as you realize the mental gymnastics you’d been doing all year.
“I practically professed my love for you the night you got stood up, how did you rationalize that?” His head cocks slightly, a smug smirk on his face as he wonders what radical conclusion you’d landed on.
“That you’d never have feelings like that for someone like me,” you shrug your shoulders, not daring to meet his eyes as you finally come clean. The true reason you’d brushed his every move off, the one thing driving the mantra you’d always told yourself.
“Someone like you?” Rafayel repeats, his heart clenches at your words. He doesn’t say anything else, the restraint he had for the past year is thrown out the window as he reaches over the center console and angles your face towards him.
“Do you like me?” Rafayel asks, his breathing erratic as he stares into your eyes. You give him a small nod, about to say something else before you’re cut off with his lips on yours. You tense for a moment, body catching up before your brain does as you melt into the kiss, hands weaving in the soft purple tresses at the nape of his neck. You whimper slightly when Rafayel pulls away and nips at your bottom lip.
“Please tell me you can’t rationalize that,” he mumbles, you laugh, letting your head rest on his shoulder.
“If I try hard enough-” Rafayel takes your face in one hand, lifting it up and kissing you once more, careful to not hit your freshly pierced nose.
“I want you,” he mumbles against your lips, “you drive me crazy– you’re the only one I want– I want you all to myself, as my lover and as my everything,” he punctuates each statement between kisses, slowly turning rougher as you move in sync with him, tugging gently on his hair.
When he pulls away, the only thing connecting the two of you is a string of saliva between your lips, which Rafayel quickly wipes with his thumb, licking it clean. You bite back a moan.
“Am I clear enough now?” He smirks. You gulp, nodding.
“Do you wanna- we should probably- come on let’s head inside,” you finally sputter out, quickly opening the car door and heading to your apartment. Rafayel is hot on your heels, relief filling his body when you turn around and shoot him a shy smile as you unlock your door.
Rafayel crowds your space the rest of the day, kissing every inch of you, telling and showing you just how badly he’s been wanting you. He whispers sweet words to you as he brushes your hair out of face, his fingertips trace your sweaty skin, eyes staring at you like you were the most precious work of art ever created…. which could mean nothing.
But you know better now. It means the feelings you’d been shoving aside this whole time were reciprocated ten fold. It means he loves you, with every fiber of his being.
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18+ mdni | caleb moving away from home should’ve helped suppress his urges, but for some reason, they only got worse.
TW. pseudocest (he calls you baby sister like a lottt), phone sex, this got way longer than i meant for it to but i hope it’s good😔
part of why caleb chose to leave home for uni was in the hopes he would finally be able to get you off his mind. he felt awful about it—he was supposed to protect you, treat you like a little sister. instead, all he could think about in your presence was the faces you’d make if he fucked his cock into you. lately though, his daydreams became out of control.
anytime you asked him to simply grab you something from a high shelf, he’d imagine bending you over, taking you right then and there. even when you weren’t around, he loved going into your room and smelling your sheets. the walls were thick, but not thick enough to muffle the sounds of you playing with your pussy at night, whispered moans of his name travelling through the drywall and fuelling the late nights where he’d jerk his cock raw to your lewd sounds.
it was getting harder and harder to ignore the fact that if he just walked the few steps it took to reach your room, he’d be able to do what he’s been dreaming of for all these years. in a last ditch effort to control his urges, caleb decided to leave home. unfortunately for him though, it didn’t ease any of his dirty thoughts. in a weird way, they actually got worse.
even just a cute selfie was now enough to make his cock twitch, the sight of you heading to bed in his old t-shirts making him groan. the thought that you possibly touched yourself while wearing them had him losing his mind.
being this far from you had caleb slipping. maybe it was the distance, maybe it was the fact that gran wasn’t around to keep him in check, but either way, he’d become bolder. the gym selfies he used to send were different now—shirts clinging to sweat-slick skin, cocky smirks aimed straight at the camera like he knew exactly what they’d do to you. and the “progress” pictures? those were worse. his grey sweatpants hung sinfully low on his hips, just enough to reveal the sharp edges of his v-line.
caleb wasn’t the only one affected by the distance though. every one of his gym selfies was saved to your phone, taking up far more space than you’d ever admit out loud. tonight was no different. you were zoomed in on the veins disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweats when another message from him popped up.
caleb: damn. you must’ve reeeeally liked this one, huh? left you speechless
feeling your cheeks heat at his accusation, you typed back a quick response.
you’re getting way too cocky
caleb: didn’t deny it thoooo
you threw your phone beside you on the bed, face falling into your pillow. how was he still teasing you from so far away?
before you could think on it too much, your phone buzzed again with another photo. this time, caleb’s shirt was shoved up enough to expose the entire length of his torso, his pants even lower than before and now showing the strip of hair that lead below his boxers. he was still damp from his workout, and your eyes were locked on the sweat beading across his toned stomach.
caleb: feel like this shows off my hard work even better
your mouth felt dry the longer you stared at the image. in an attempt to emulate calmness, you clicked away a similar response while unconsciously pressing your thighs together.
you’re actually unbearable lately
caleb: tell me to stop then
your breath caught as you stared at his message. when did your relationship with your older brother shift to this? you felt your palms begin to slick with sweat as you thought of all the reasons you wanted him to continue, and the lack of any reason to stop. as you fought an internal monologue, three dots appeared on your screen, disappeared, & reappeared once more before your phone lit up with an incoming video call.
“hey pips”
you bit your lip at his gruff voice, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by him. his hair was still damp and sticking to his forehead, and you got an unfair view of his chest stretched tight beneath his shirt. “miss me?”
you wanted to roll your eyes at the smug tone in his voice but instead found yourself nodding rapidly. seeing him like this made you realize just how long it’d actually been since you last saw him in person.
his eyes softened, a chuckle sounding from his throat as he responded, “miss ya too, always do”. your stomach flipped at the simple statement. before you could get a word out though, caleb spoke again. “are you wearing another one of my shirts?”
you flushed at his observation, not wanting to tell him that you wore it every night because it smelled like him. wanting to keep the momentum from your texts, you chose to respond with “should i take it off?”.
his eyes widened at your remark, not sure if you were being serious or not. “i-it’s not yours so…yes?”. he beat himself up for the fact it sounded like a question, but he didn’t linger on it too long as you set your phone down to remove the shirt. you threw it across the room, hair mussed from the change and a chill rolling across your skin as you felt the cool air. caleb stared at you in your sports bra, a prominent bulge forming in his sweats the longer he watched.
you cleared your throat before responding, “you were really sweaty too, y’know…maybe you should take yours off too.”
he quickly set his phone down, immediately ripping his top off and moving back so you could see him better. with his phone farther away, you got to see how caleb’s hands fidgeted at his sides, chest starting to rise quicker.
the two of you sat in silence before his voice sounded once more. “are you sleepy?”
you nodded a little, beginning to feel self conscious of your vulnerability and crossing your arms over your chest. he hummed, hands coming to rest on his thighs. “sometimes when i have trouble sleeping, ill try to tire myself out.”
your eyebrow quirked, curious to what he was referring to. “how? its like midnight, im not gonna go for a run right now”
he chucked and shook his head, moving to face the camera while folding one arm under his head. “not what i meant, silly. usually ill just…jerk off. knocks me right out.”
your ears burned at his confession, heat immediately shooting down to your core. “are you having trouble sleeping tonight?” you timidly asked, fingers getting antsy as you played with the sheets on your bed.
he nodded as one hand moved to cover the bulge below his sweats. “been having trouble ever since i left home.”
his voice was merely above a whisper now, making you lean closer to the phone to hear and inadvertently giving you a better view of him beginning to stroke the outline of his cock. “b-been hard for me too, ‘leb.” you whined, thighs squeezing together as you began to squirm.
you heard him let out a shaky exhale as he rotated his phone to give you a better sight of his long body. “sounds like i should help my baby sister get some sleep, huh?”
the endearing term made your stomach flip, one hand finally sneaking below your pants to stroke the wet spot forming on your underwear. “p-please…”
caleb groaned at how desperate you already sounded, his hand becoming more rough as he focused on rubbing the tip of his cock through the fabric. “f-fuck…take everything off baby”
you nodded as you shakily followed his instructions, moving to sit in front of the camera with your thighs spread so he could see the way your panties stuck to your pussy lips. “what now?”
he watched your hips shift against the mattress as one hand lifted to fondle your breast. not wanting to take any more time, caleb quickly untied his sweatpants and freed his aching cock, letting you see the way precum began to bead at the head of his length. “show me how you touch yourself”
you bit your lip before moving, fingers grazing the inside of your thighs as you teased yourself. you looked away from the camera before beginning to circle your clit through your panties, eyes turning back to the phone screen after hearing the slick sounds of caleb’s hand against his cock.
“so fuckin’ wet…just from my pictures?”
you weren’t used to this side of caleb, but the difference between his demeanour now and your usually sweet older brother had your cunt squeezing against nothing. “y-yes…want you so bad, miss you”
your quiet voice had caleb’s hand speeding up, groans beginning to fall more frequently from his lips. your eyes watched as he circled the tip of his cock before moving down to play with his balls. the furrow of his brow made your hand unconsciously speed up, sticky wet sounds starting to sound from your cunt.
“miss ya too, been thinking about your lil pussy lately” his breathy voice had your hips jumping, a moan of his name leaving your mouth as you continued your ministrations. “bet you’ve been thinking of me too, right? know you pretend it’s me playing with that cute cunt when you touch yourself”
you fiercely nodded, the realization that he knew you thought of him that way not nearly as embarrassing as you thought it would be. “c-close, ‘leb. gonna cum for you”
he groaned at the lewdness of your statement, his hands moving faster at the admission. “go ahead n’ cum for me baby, wanna hear what my baby sister sounds like when she feels good”
you whined his name once more before finally letting go, your fingers working you through your release and making your hips jump. watching you cum pushed caleb over the edge, following you while streaks of cum shot from his cock and landed on his sculpted torso.
you picked your phone up and watched caleb wipe himself with a tissue, giggling when he quickly threw it to the side to lie down with his phone too. “so…did that make you any sleepier?”
you nodded with a smile, laughing when he sent you to bed. before you drifted off, caleb sent you a final message that had you biting your lip.
caleb: got a break this weekend. try and rest lots for me before i get there. goodnight pips :)
TW. head pushing kinda, somno maybe (you wake him up w head), being called kitten, i dont feel good about this 😔 but we ball
i think sylus would loveee a partner with an oral fixation. you’re always endearing to him, but the fact you need his fingers, tongue, or cock in your mouth at all times is just so adorable :(
watching a movie, helping him relax while he works, even on days off when you both spend extra time in bed—you wake him up by kissing down his chest and holding his cock in your mouth until he gets fully hard.
it’s not like it takes long either. the years you’ve spent together have shown you all the spots he’s especially sensitive, evident from how flicking your tongue against his frenulum has his thighs tensing under your hands & hips softly thrusting against the resistance of your throat.
of course making sylus feel good was always nice, but you’d be lying if you said your constant need for oral stimulation wasn’t stemming from selfishness. it became self soothing, having a walking, talking teething toy.
sylus groaned above you, shaking you from your thoughts. you looked up from below your lashes, pupils dilating at the sight of his chest heaving while he smiled down at you.
“my kitten’s already hungry, hm?”
his husky morning voice had you letting out a moan around him, slightly nodding in response at his question. the vibrations from your throat made his eyebrows furrow from the increased stimulation, one hand moving down to stroke your face before slowly pushing you further down. you gagged around his length, spit bubbling from the sides of your lips as you attempted to take more of him in.
he chuckled at your eagerness, index finger swiping away some of the excess drops of saliva from your chin before trying to shove it inside your mouth alongside his cock. as full as you already felt, you still tried to take in his digit, the thought of him filling every crevice of your mouth being too enticing to give up.
you felt your chest swell with pride as he was able to squeeze his finger in to the first knuckle, your eyes rolling back at the sensation of your lips stretching beyond what you were used to.
his cock twitched inside your mouth as you attempted to run your tongue along the vein on the underside of his length. “tashtes good” you mumbled, voice muffled as you focused on hollowing your cheeks around him.
he smiled at the sound of your voice, unconsciously thrusting his hips into your mouth while his balls tightened. “gonna take it all for me, right? don’t want you to waste a drop”
you nodded eagerly, trying to relax your throat to take him in deeper as he pushed your head down, the tip of your nose nuzzling against the hair leading to his cock before he finally released into your mouth. you swallowed as much as you could before a few drops escaped through the sides of your mouth, forcing you to quickly release his cock and lick up the wasted drops.
he grinned at your behaviour, admiring the way you truly embraced the role of being his kitten.
18+ mdni | situationship!rafayel has commitment issues…until you start seeing someone and have to break it off with him!
TW. rough sex, he slaps ur face, degrading, he calls you a bitch and stuff during sex (with consent!), choking, daddy kink (sorry), a lil angst like he’s a dick but it’s miscommunication a bittt, dating apps, shitty dating app behaviour, face fucking (m rec), cum eating, he grinds against ur foot and cums like that💔
“how bad do you want it?”
rafayels hands tightened on your waist as he stilled his cock between your walls, throbbing at the sight of you trying to fuck yourself onto him. you clamped down tighter on his cock, earning a groan from the man above you.
“p-please, raf…need you so bad” you whined, once again trying to grind your hips against his in search of stimulation.
he smirked at the desperation in your voice, letting go of your waist to lightly slap your face. “keep your fuckin’ eyes open, want you to look at me when you cum on my cock”. immediately resuming his previous pace, rafayel harshly thrusted into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room alongside your moans. “yeah you like that? huh? needy fuckin’ bitch”
you gripped the sheets below you as he spit degrading words into your face. as much as you hated to be that person, hearing his usually gentle voice speak such belittling terms only brought you closer to your climax. “fuck, raf—ngh”, your clit throbbed with each grind against the hairs on his pelvis, slick leaking from your cunt as the coil in your belly tightened. “please can i cum? need it so bad, raf please—”
his hands released your middle and tightened around your throat to cut you off, words lost on your tongue as he spit into your open mouth. “you wanna cream on this dick then you address me properly”
he gripped the underside of your thighs and folded them against you, putting you into a mean mating press while shoving his cock impossibly deeper. tears streaked down your face with every brutal thrust, a shiny ring of white circling the base of his cock. “p-please daddy, wanna cum for you, wan’ feel you fill me up”
he smirked at your fucked out cries, finally bringing a hand to circle your swollen bundle of nerves. “go on then, show me how good it feels”
the rasp in his voice pushed you over the edge, cunt throbbing around his length as he fucked you through your high, leading to him following soon after. he collapsed above you as his cock twitched inside your hole, cum filling you up. pressing gentle kisses along your collarbone, rafayel slowly pulled out with a wince, immediately moving to grab a warm rag to clean you with. you spread your legs for easier access, giggling when he leaned down and whispered what a ‘good girl your pussy has been’ for him.
“was it too much today?” he murmured, throwing the towel to the side before pulling you into a hug and wrapping the two of you in a blanket. you shook your head, nuzzling against his chest and pressing a tender kiss on his ribs.
“felt perfect”
he sighed contentedly, holding you close for a few minutes before grabbing his phone. you watched him scroll and tap away while responding to messages, clearing his throat after a while and tapping your shoulder.
“you should use the washroom before heading out baby”
your chest ached as he began to pull away like usual, nodding and walking to the bathroom while he giggled at messages on his phone.
“hey could you pick up your laundry from last time since you’re here? just easier than me having to bring it over.” he shouted from the bed, going silent once more as you finished cleaning yourself up.
you scoffed at his request, washing your hands and immediately walking out of the room. he finally spoke once more as you zipped up your jeans, patting yourself down to ensure you had everything with you.
“you upset or something?”
your eyes burned with tears at the ignorant question, wondering if he even knew how shitty he was being. “no, raf. i’m fine.”
he called out your name as you practically ran out of the house, nearly gasping for air the second you reached your car. you sat behind the steering wheel for a few minutes, contemplating whether it was worth it to continue this ‘relationship’ just as another girl walked to his door, her features similar to yours being highlighted by the moonlight.
filled with rage, you opened your chat with rafayel and typed out a paragraph saying how unfair he was, calling him selfish and a dick before deleting it and simply saying:
we’re done.
hours passed before he finally read the message, not even dignifying you with a response. at first his indifference had only caused more strife, your mind hating how long you let him disrespect you until you realized he likely hadn’t spared a second thought on what you two had (or more what you didn’t have).
in an attempt to get over him, you downloaded one of the many dating apps your friends raved about, swiping for hours before meeting a match that actually felt real. just as you were getting ready for your first date, your phone began to buzz with a call.
rafayel.
you let it go to voicemail before he called again…and again, and again, finally prompting you to pick up.
“hey cutie” he spoke in his relaxed demeanour, completely disregarding your last text and his blatant lack of response.
you scoffed before responding, deciding to tell him through voice that you were over it. “what, raf. i’m not gonna give you any more time to play me so just say what you want and leave me the fuck alone.”
“fuck is up your ass? i didn’t even say shit, just calling to see how you’re doing” he replied, tone incredulous as if he couldn’t possibly fathom your words.
“really? that’s what this is? you’re not just calling for a hookup?”
a beat of silence passed before he answered, a seductive lilt now lacing his voice. “is that what you want it to be?”
you laughed at his sheer audacity, picking up the phone and gesturing wildly as you spoke, imagining you were in front of him. “since you don’t seem to have gotten the message, we’re done. i’m tired of letting you fuck me like all the other whores you use. i’ve already moved on, so you should too.”
just as he began to respond, you hung up, not allowing for any of the bullshit excuses he could give you. he called several times after, forcing you to put your phone on silent.
another 20 minutes passed while you put the finishing touches on your makeup, opening the dating app to text your date before seeing they had unmatched you.
a cold wave of reality washed over you, your heart beginning to ache as you questioned if you were the problem.
before you knew it, tears streaked down your face along with mascara, sobs tearing from your throat right as the sound of your doorbell rang. you considered ignoring it until the beeping went on relentlessly, your figure stomping to the entrance and ripping the door open only to find rafayel standing ahead of you with a rolled up canvas in his hands.
“listen baby, i’m—hey, hey, what’s wrong?”
the gentle sound of his unfortunately comforting voice had your tears starting up again, streaming down your face as you walked towards him, throwing yourself into his arms. “t-tried to g-go on a date and stop thinking of you, but they unmatched me j-just before we were gonna meet up.”
your makeup smeared on his linen top, staining it with mascara and the rest of your hopeless effort of seeing someone who put you first. rafayels hands immediately wrapped around you, throwing the wrapped up paper into your house and walking you backwards so he could step inside. he locked the door before walking to you once more, wiping your endless flow of tears as each drop fell while tenderly shushing you, saying how sweet and pretty you were, and what a dickhead that person was.
when your cries finally eased into little sniffles, rafayel lead you to the couch before going to the sink and filling a cup of water, placing it before you and sitting in front of you. “okay?”
you nodded while gulping down the water, occasional sniffles coming out while you stared at him, noting how good he looked even in a (now) dirty shirt.
“first off, i’m so sorry, baby. they’re a fucking loser and you look so gorgeous. i’m glad i got to see it even if it wasn’t for me.” you laughed and rolled your eyes at the comment, leaning your head on one hand as he continued.
“second…i know you said we’re done. i know—listen, i fucked up. i was scared of how much i liked you and i just—so much stuff has been temporary and i wasn’t sure if you would be permanent so i thought if i pretended to not care then it wouldn’t hurt if you left but fuck, baby it hurts. it hurts so fucking bad.”
your eyes widened at the sincerity in his voice, throat drying when he looked up with his sweet puppydog eyes, revealing bags under his usually well-rested lids. “i-i can’t even sleep without you, angel. you mean so much and…h-here look”
you watched as he scrambled to grab the rolled up canvas, unwrapping it to reveal a painting of you. sleeping.
“i hope you don’t think it’s weird, i just remember the first time we…y’know. um, i woke up and the sun was shining on your face and you looked so fucking pretty, like more than usual which is already a lot.”
a blush creeped up his neck with each word, ears tinging pink when he looked to see you already staring at him. “i…i don’t know. i don’t have anything else i guess. i just ran over here because the thought of you moving on from me hurt and i don’t want anyone else to see you like this.”
he gestured towards the painting with his final words, eyes staring down at the ground while waiting for your response.
you sat for a few seconds, simply taking in his monologue and the genuine action from the man you thought didn’t care for you. “then what about that girl? last time i was over i saw a girl walk to your door?”
confusion covered rafayels features before his eyebrows raised in realization, words immediately tumbling from his mouth to correct the mistake. “oh-oh god no. baby that was thomas’ sister—she came to ask if i would paint for her wedding.”
you nodded at his explanation, realizing your mistake but still being stuck on the way he had previously acted with you.
he shuffled his feet while standing before you, looking up when you stood and walked towards him, staring into his eyes as you took in the tired features adorning his face. “fine. i’m giving you one chance.”, rafayel immediately beamed at your words, dropping the painting to wrap his arms around you. you yelped when he picked you up, spinning around with you in his arms.
“raf! listen!” you shouted, looking at him sternly. “we can try again but you have to let me in. i can’t keep being a stranger in your life.”
he nodded at your words, a hand on his chest to show how dedicated he was to working on lowering his walls. finally, he knelt down and wrapped his arms around your thighs, nearly purring as you ruffled his hair with a hand. “thank you, baby. thank you, thank you, thank you” he murmured, pressing gentle kisses to your bare legs. you smiled down at him until he continued to kiss your thighs, nudging his nose against the apex between them. “can i make it up to you?”
your skin buzzed as he stared up in wanton need, biting your lip before giving him the go ahead. slowly, rafayel licked a stripe from your inner thigh to your cunt, dampening your panties with his spit as he gently pried your legs open. “can’t believe someone else almost got this” he spoke between kisses, inhaling your scent deeply.
you moaned at his eager behaviour, already dripping before he pulled the flimsy cloth to the side, immediately dipping his tongue between your lips with a groan. “fuck, you have no idea how much i thought of this angel. couldn’t stop jerking off just thinking of your taste.”
a shaky exhale left you as he began to lick and suck your cunt with fervour, focusing on your clit and moving down to tongue your hole every so often. the rapid stimulation had you bucking against his face, already close to your climax in just a few minutes. “cmon angel, know my cutie wants to cum for me, lemme see it, yeah?” he spoke against your pussy, the vibrations from his words adding to the building pleaseure of your high, the sight of him palming his cock through his pants finally pushing you over the edge. “yeah that’s right, fuck-taste so good” he moaned, a trembling hand grabbing your foot to step on his bulge while he slurped every drop of your cum eagerly.
you watched him spasm below you as his own hips twitched, a damp spot forming on his pants where he had been humping against your foot. the two of you caught your breath as he slowly stood up, pressing a kiss to your lips.
18+ mdni | obsessed yandere caleb🤤 i mean obsessed yandere caleb🤤 sorry i meant obsessed yander
TW. kinda stalkerleb, gege/calling him older brother, dubcon i feel like, dryhumping, he cums in his pants, unread and unedited i’m sorry :(
as a child, caleb’s protective and overbearing nature was seen as cute. the way he’d trail after you had always made the older women in your neighborhood coo over what a doting older brother he was. even you kinda liked it—the fact your handsome gege who had so many admirers only had eyes for you.
eventually though, it began to lose its charm. he still acted the same; calling you everyday, asking why you were out late, who you were hanging out with—the only difference was that you guys were adults. you had done everything together as kids, but now you had your own life, one that caleb didn’t have the right to intrude on whenever he felt like it.
you tried to pull away, put distance between the two of you, but somehow he always managed to get even closer than before.
your weekly calls were filled with questions asking how that coworker you liked is doing, something you couldn’t recall telling him about.
the café you stopped by after work was now his favourite place too, conveniently bumping into you every time you were there.
whenever you asked how he knew all this, he’d simply shrug.
“you tell me things.”
you bit your lip, palms clamming up at his intense gaze. “i never told you that.”
he’d smile, “lucky guess.”
it should’ve sounded charismatic with that sweet eye smile of his, but instead it left a strange feeling sitting heavy in your stomach.
you never stayed mad at him for long though. how could you? he really was the perfect, most caring older brother anyone could ask for. like every time a date canceled, one after another dropping like flies, he’d be there with a bag of your favourite takeout in hand.
“since you’re free now,” he’d say, already raising it to show you.
you never even had to text him before he was showing up, swiping away your tears and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he walked you back to your place.
“he was a loser anyway. barely makes enough to spoil my princess, you’re too good for him”
an alarm went off in your head at the comment, curious as to why or how he knew your dates salary when even you didn’t, but you didn’t have the chance to ask as he lead you inside. he placed the bags of food on the counter before turning to your figure, watching you take your shoes and coat off.
“i’m jus’ saying…maybe you don’t have to look that far for a perfect guy.” you quirked a brow at his words, a shiver running down your spine when you realized he was staring down at you. “i’m always gonna be here. i know all your favourite things. no one else is gonna understand your life like i do.”
he punctuated each word with a step towards you, leaning down once he had you crowded against the wall. “i read your diary pips. i know you’ve thought about it.”
warm breath fanned against your face as your cheeks tinted red. “w-what are you talking—“
“i wonder if caleb leaves the uniform on during sex, or if he uses that interrogation stick. id kill to have him order me around like a dog. those are your words, right?”
you slowly nodded with shame as everything began to click, how he knew all the small details about your life without you telling him. before you dwelled on it too much, he spoke again.
“wanna try some of those thoughts out?”
not giving you a chance to respond, caleb pressed a hungry kiss to your mouth, tongue immediately licking the seam of your lips before wrapping around your own. you barely registered what was happening as he picked you up, pressing his bulge into your hot core as he continued his assault on your mouth. “taste so fuckin good…even better than i imagined”
a whine left your throat when he nipped at your bottom lip, pulling away with a growl before kissing down your neck. “c-cay, maybe let’s take it slow?”
he pulled away from your neck, an already fucked our expression in his eyes before he chuckled darkly. “y’know that’s not what you call me…”
he watched you swallow, an audible gulp sounding through the room. “g-gege…” you whined, the endearing term making caleb thrust particularly hard against your clothed cunt.
“good fuckin’ girl…” he growled, going back to marking your neck. “gonna leave these for everyone to see. even if you try n go on another date, they’ll know you belong to me.”
his lips trailed to your pulse point, tongue flicking against it before he began to suck harshly, hips relentlessly grinding against you. your heart raced with every movement, pulling at his brown locks for stability.
“m-my girl…you’re mine, pips” he whined, thrusts turning erratic. you felt a wet spot bleeding onto your jeans as he slowed down, still holding you against the wall as he panted into the crook of your neck. just as you thought he was about to put you down, caleb carried you towards your room, throwing you onto the bed as he shrugged off his coat.
by the way it's fine to like sexual content just for the sake of it. "we can't ban porn because other stuff will get banned" "sometimes nude art has value" "the government will classify queer people as sexual" this is all true but it's okay to just like porn. its okay to not want porn to be banned because you like it.
honestly the main reason i care about harm reduction is that i believe addicts are deserving of life. "what if they don't get clean?" they still deserve to live. "what if they don't contribute?" they still deserve to live. "what if they 'abuse' the system?" they still deserve to live.
addicts deserve to live by virtue of them being human. nothing will change that. nobody deserves to die of an overdose.
"Funny seeing you here, sweetie." Sylus drawls as he leans over your shoulder from behind. The nickname makes you bristle, though your stomach twists in a sick sense of joy. Your hatred for Sylus had evolved into something you couldn't, or rather wouldn't, name.
"What are you doing here?" You whisper, though your heart pounds as the scent of his cologne envelops you. He hums as if debating answering your question, stepping just close enough that anyone around would likely assume you're a couple.
But...would that be so bad?
It's hard to decide. Even harder when you can feel the heat of his body so close to yours, when his hand brushes yours in a featherlight touch and your heart pounds in your ears.
"I came to say hi." His tone is devoid of it's usual mocking lilt. You finally glance over your shoulder, meeting his eyes to study them. He tilts his sunglasses down as if to aid you, clearly hiding nothing.
"You could have called."
"I could have. But this is more rewarding." He smiles for a moment, but it's not in his usual condescending manner. It's almost as if he's...shy?
Does the big bad leader of Onychinus...have a crush on you?
It'd be funny if you didn't feel the same way.
You finally turn to face him, though you make a point to not step back, leaving the non-existent space between your bodies as is. It doesn't go unnoticed, and his smile grows a small fraction.
"There's a nice coffee shop down the street. It's quiet. And peaceful." His brow raises with interest, and his eyes flicker with joy.
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