a/n: I’m bored and feeling very raf pilled … take this
“the bf of the shyest girl you know” and it’s rafayel who is never afraid to be loud when it comes to you.
rafayel who creates an entire exhibit dedicated to you and works inspired by you in every medium you can think of; the star of the show is a sculpture of you he’d somehow hid from you the entire time he worked on it.
rafayel who promotes his exhibit on billboards with the slogan “inspired by my only muse,” the theme is love and eternity.
rafayel who will send your food back if they give you the wrong order.
“oh, um thank you!” you smile softly, staring at the plate of food you definitely did not order. Rafayel notices your face immediately, watching the way you hesitate to even pick up the fork.
“what is it, cutie?” he watches the way you bite your bottom lip before looking at him with a small pout.
“this isn’t what i ordered,” you say, ready to admit defeat and picking up your fork, taking a piece and sniffing it. Rafayel frowns at your words, immediately looking around and waving over the waiter. “raf! it’s okay, it’s not that bad i don’t wanna bother–”
“how can i help, sir?” the waiter asks with a small smile, rafayel turns to look at you. you look like a deer in headlights.
“that’s not what she ordered,” he states simply.
“i-it’s okay!” you immediately laugh nervously, the waiters eyes widen as the waiter quickly apologizes, taking the plate from you and asking what you’d ordered originally. your face burns as you recite your order, muttering a small ‘sorry’ as the waiter scurries away to right the wrong.
rafayel who is always your voice when you’re too shy or nervous to speak up for yourself, telling people off when they bump into you and expect you to apologize.
“you bumped into her dumbass, apologize.” rafayel narrows his eyes at the man, they glow blue, pupils turning into slits for a split second. it’s enough to cause the man to practically beg for forgiveness, running the other way when rafayel tells him to get lost.
“raf…” your voice is soft but has the slightest edge to it. rafayel gives you a sheepish smile, then immediately pouts at you with gleaming eyes.
“cuutieeee cmon! he was a dick to you!” he frowns, practically hanging off your arm as the two of you continue to walk to the burger joint you’d planned on trying.
“he said excuse me,” you retort, fighting a smile off your face. rafayel sees the slightest twitch of your lips, he immediately stands a little straighter, placing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.
“he had a tone, no one gives my bride tone,” he hums, lacing his fingers with yours.
your face flushed at the term of endearment, simply squeezing his hand slightly.
“you give me tone all the time.”
“you beat my ass for it,” he giggles, sighing softly as he recalls the way you manhandle him when he frustrates you to no end.
“no one believes that by the way,” you scoff, rafayel grins brighter.
“‘course not, my shy cutie would never hurt a poor little fishie like me– ow!” he pouts as you pinch his arm slightly, you only smile up at him.
“can you tell them i want no onions, please?” your voice is soft as ever as you move closer to the cashier, turning and facing your lover.
“of course,” he smiles down at you, eyes soft and heart aflutter as you press yourself closer to him when you’re next in line.
Your first kiss with Rafayel is not what you had expected. You hadn't thought it possible for the man not to talk for longer than a few minutes, but once his mouth is on yours, the only sounds in the room are lips smacking and gratuitous moans. In time, he would speak again, filthy, delicious sentences that would make you melt.
Rafayel tends to kiss your knuckles when distracted. Your hand is at his mercy. Watching a movie, his lips will glance at your fingers. Reading a book in bed, he will tear your hand away, your book falling shut without the tension. Sometimes, in a dramatic reenactment of a scene from said movie or book, he'll add a nibble to the joint, eyes full of mischief.
You once had been worried about your mouth after a date - the menu had an abundance of seafood. Rafayel had stated he didn't care, something about his heritage being thrown in the mix, but you most certainly did. So instead, he had kissed the tip of your nose, compromising.
Kneecaps were a new one for you the first time he did it. On his knees adjusting the strap of your heel, his lips had stamped to your left knee then your right. He had even startled himself with the endearment.
You liked to kiss his cheek after an accomplishment of his. It was a challenge to miss blots of paint across his skin, but even then, a little paint never hurt anyone.
Rafayel kisses you with his entire body. His hands on your body, his hardening cock beneath the zipper of his jeans, all of it is for you. Sometimes, he deploys suspense, simply grinding, never removing clothes.
It’s not uncommon for Rafayel to straddle you, his hands tugging on your hair, tilting your chin back so he can spear his tongue over yours.
Rafayel uses his lips as a weapon, chasing you around the house, cheeks flushed, a blanket wrapped over his shoulders. “Cutie,” he drawled, “I don’t want to be sick alone!” Not your beloved fishie threatening to transfer his cold via a kiss. By now, you shouldn’t be surprised.
When Rafayel had his knees spread while sitting on the couch, you often found yourself wedged between them, lips pressing over his length from base to tip, puckering at the crown to suck, then lick the slit, his taste divine upon your tongue.
A kiss emoji accompanies his text messages when he flirts. Sometimes, a face has puckered lips, others, he uses the kiss mark to end a sentence. It makes you smile, knowing the instant you walk through the door, his lips will be on yours.
Bonus: Rafayel and his Lemurian instincts lead him to be a very enthusiastic kisser. He needs to mark, he needs to claim. Whether that comes in the form of a nibble or a suckle on your tongue, he makes sure you will be thoroughly marked. Those marks travel down the length of your body.
a/n: inspired by me falling asleep during quality time w raf … i just find it so peaceful </3 let me know what you guys think !! might be ooc pls lmk
tags/warnings: not proofread, rafayel x reader, exhaustion, rafayel is the best bf ever, fluffy fluff !!
your body aches as you finally exit the association, tiredly saying goodnight to Tara and hopping on your bike, adjusting your helmet before peeling out of the parking lot.
it had been days since you had proper rest, you’ve had a headache since this morning and you’d only had a sandwich to eat all day. your body was on autopilot at this point, not realizing that you were not going home, but were actually parked in front of your lovers home.
the familiar black gates stared at you, parking your bike and taking your helmet off. rafayel didn’t need to look to know it was you, he recognized the sound of your bike.
“well this is a welcomed surprise, cutie,” he smiles, turning to look at you, a sympathetic look in his eyes as he sees your tired figure flop onto his couch.
“sorry to barge in,” you mumble, voice slightly muffled as you move around, cheek squished against one of his pillows as you stare at the artist, “was gonna go home but ended up here.”
“this is your home too y’know,” rafayel replies without missing a beat, “you eat dinner?”
you sigh softly at his question, eyes following his every movement, memorizing the way he precisely moves the brush, blank canvas slowly coming to life. “not yet,” you reply, “just wanna sleep.”
rafayel hums at your response, continuing to paint before he pauses, turning around and focusing on you. he can’t stop the fond smile that surfaces on his face, the way his eyes soften at your half lidded eyes as you gaze at him. “mm?” you hum out, your lovers smile only widens.
“my cutie is just too exhausted to move isn’t she?” he teases, setting his pallete and brush down before heading over to when you’re laying. “let me make you something, yeah? go freshen up while i cook.” the offer is too enticing to deny, nodding groggily before you lift your arms up.
“carry me?” you sheepishly ask, rafayel all but lights up. he wastes no time in scooping you in his arms, carrying you bridal style to the restroom before gingerly setting you on the counter. he turns the hot water on for you, placing a kiss to your lips before leaving you to your own devices.
there’s warm food on the table when you exit, hair still wet and body engulfed in one of rafayel’s hoodies and a pair of pajama shorts you’d left a while back.
rafayel filled the silence of dinner for you, telling you of the pieces he was working on and the new paints he’d bought recently. you listened attentively, grateful to have found someone who knew exactly what you needed and gave you that without a second thought. he didn’t push for you to talk, accepting your short answers with a smile and picking up your plate for you.
“you gonna go to bed?” he asks, watching as you trail behind him back to the living room where his painting was, you slip under the blanket on the couch silently.
“not yet, wanna watch you paint for a bit first,” you murmur, fighting a yawn back as rafayel smirks at you, cocking his head to the side and crossing his arms over his chest.
“cutie your neck is gonna hurt if you fall asleep there,” his voice has a teasing lilt, a sigh leaving his lips as you pout at him.
“not gonna fall asleep, i promise,” you smile up at him, a blatant lie. rafayel knows you’re lying, but he just shakes his head and sit in front of his painting. he moves the easel a bit, positioning himself so he could see you from the corner of his eye, stealing glances at you every so often.
ten minutes later you’re out like a light, neck positioned in an awkward position as soft snores leave your lips. your hair falls over your face and rafayel can’t help but stare. how did he get so lucky?
silently he puts his things away, wiping any stray paint on his pants before gently picking you up. “don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he whispers, carrying you to bed and tucking you in. you stir slightly when the bed dips under his weight, vision fuzzy as you see your lover.
his purple hair is messy, collarbones accentuated by the rooms shadows. you can smell his cologne as he pulls you into his chest. “go back to sleep, i’ve got you,” he whispers, a feathery kiss on your forehead makes your eyes flutter shut.
“raf?” he hums in acknowledgment, “i love you,” you mumble, already half asleep. you don’t miss the way his heartbeat spikes, the way his arms tighten around you.
rafayel finds out that he really likes being swept off his feet—literally. you gently encourage him to indulge in this discovery with you.
★pairing: rafayel x reader
★wc: 1.9k
★prompt: “We can’t—if someone sees us…” — and then they kiss anyway, consequences be damned.
★content: fluff and a bit spicy. making out in a trapped elevator. rafayel gets lifted by a buff firefighter and likes it, and likes it a lot when you do it too. dom!reader vibes but also raf is a switch siren king.
"If I die in here, untouched and unloved, it's your fault."
You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as your part-time eccentric employer, full-time adoring boyfriend continues to ramble like he has for the past ten minutes, trapped in the broken hotel elevator.
Your presence had been requested for another one of his galleries tonight, held in the convention hall of a brand new, high-end hotel in the city. It had come with a complimentary night in one of their finest suites, and he'd insisted on you ensuring his safety all the way up to his room's door. Never mind that you both knew once you got there, you wouldn't be leaving until the morning.
Too bad you were now trapped somewhere between the 30th and 31st floors, the distant twinkling lights of the lobby below the glass side of the elevator sending Rafayel deeper into a spiral.
"Of all the things you could fixate on," you sigh, arms crossed as you watch him pace and then freeze, glancing around anxiously as if his movements would cause the stuck elevator to suddenly plummet, "you're most upset by me not kissing you right now?"
Rafayel turns his pout onto you, eyes wide and almost innocent enough to hide the glimmer of eager fire within. He tilts his head, crossing his arms over his chest to mirror your exasperation, like you were the one being peculiarly stubborn in this situation.
"You really want to plummet to our sad, inevitable deaths without kissing me one more time, cutie?"
"We are not going to die, Raf," you sigh at his melodrama, glancing towards your watch again. "They gave an ETA of ten minutes for the firefighters, they'll be here any minute now."
You know he's searching for a distraction, to get swept up in you in order to forget about the nerveracking situation—truth be told, you were on edge too, tensing further the longer you were stuck in a glorified box all the way up here.
Normally, you'd be more than happy to indulge in his romantic whimsies, but you could be rescued at any moment now. You weren't too keen at being caught in here with your lips on his neck and his hand down your pants.
But that doesn't stop your lover from prowling closer, his arm coming up to rest on the wall you lean against. There's a familiar glint in his eye, and you feel the tension in the enclosed space heat up ten degrees, the distance smaller and tighter when he leans into your space like he belongs there.
And you're sure he does, if only by the way your body naturally welcomes him in. Your crossed arms fall to make room for his chest brushing against yours, the quickening rise and fall of your breaths coming into sync with his.
The way Rafayel molds himself to you is effortless. Not imposing, but with a calm assurance, urging your attention like it was his birthright. Until your world narrows down to only this, only him.
"We—" you lick your lips, and try not to let your whimper escape when Rafayel keenly tracks the movement. His own mouth parts, tongue darting out along his bottom lip like he wants to trace the path you left with his own, and your breathing picks up. "We can't. If someone sees…"
"Come on, cutie," he whines, ducking his face into your neck, nosing along the nape. Your breath shutters out of you, fingers curling into his designer suit jacket when his bottom lip drags along your skin. "All the way up here? It's just you and me, yeah?"
That's all there ever is, to him, you think distantly, your mind foggy when his hands find your waist, lithe fingers rubbing slow, tantalizing circles into your skin when your shirt rides up.
"There could be…" You blink rapidly, trying to gather your scattered thoughts when his lips purse against your jaw, leaving a damp, open-mouthed kiss to it. "...paparazzi."
He laughs, low and husky against your chin when he places a brief, chaste kiss there, then tilts your head back for him. You're entranced by the hazy look in his eyes when he leans in.
"Then I'll get them blacklisted," he purrs proudly, lips brushing against yours. They part, breathing the heated promise into your mouth, "Buuut I'll keep those photos first."
Passionate hardly seems to scratch the surface of describing kissing Rafayel. The touch of his lips against yours is searing, all-consuming, with an undercurrent of gentle reverence that threatens to bring you to your knees.
His lips meet yours, again and again, devouring you deeper each time. Until he pulls your breath into his own lungs, and breathes his into yours. Until you're hoisted halfway up the glass wall, the soft strands of his hair curling through your fingers, the heat of his soft whimpers melting into your mouth.
Being intimate with him in any way just feels like so much more than your brain can comprehend. Your body responds in kind to his soft desperation, his loving hunger, a deep-ingrained intuition to him that still shakes you to your core every time.
So it's no wonder you're lost in the taste of him, the long and hard press of his body against yours into the wall, when the elevator door begins to be forced open.
You're not even shocked when he gently, hastily sets you down before he's gone in an instant. A breathless laugh escapes your throat as he's scrambling towards the opening door for escape.
The firefighter on the other side gives him a steady nod when the doors are slowly pried apart, giving an assured promise of, "Don't worry, I'm getting you out of there," that has him struck silent for once, the flush you'd left on your man's cheeks deepening.
You bite back the fond smile when he's lifted easily into the buff firefighter's princess carry, swooning dramatically in that way you love, with his arm thrown over his eyes.
When it's your turn to be lifted out, you look back at Rafayel, noticing the tinge of pink on his skin hasn't faded. Neither has his intent gaze swayed from your rescuers while you both thank them once secure.
Ohh, you think, stealing glances at Rafayel as he rubs the back of his neck. His teeth work over the corner of his lips, still swollen from your kisses, fixated on the hard at work firefighters fixing the elevator.
He clears his throat, wide-eyed and jumping when you tug him towards the stairs to continue up to his floor. As if he'd been caught.
Excitement curls through your lower stomach as you realize the same thing he is.
Up in the suite, he seems almost back to normal, throwing himself backwards onto the extravagant chaise lounge in the seated area.
But you see the way he keeps biting his reddened lip, his eyes unfocused like when he's thinking over angles and color schemes for a piece. His hips shift restlessly as he keeps adjusting his long body on the couch.
"Rafayel," you say, and he glances over, perking up instantly at the sight of you sauntering up to him. "Did you like that?"
A satisfied smirk curls onto half of his lips. "'Course, I always like kissing you, cutie."
You shake your head, pressing one knee into the cushion, arm braced on the edge of the couch as you lean over him.
"I meant," you say, the words curling low in your throat, his eyes widening when he hears them, "did you like being thrown around like that?"
His breath catches in a small gasp. Instantly, his eyes start darting around, flittering to you and away. Like the erratic wings of a butterfly, a bejeweled bicolor just as beautiful.
"I-I—"
He clears his throat, still shifting restlessly on the couch underneath where you cage him in. There's no discomfort in the movements, but a restless energy, a knowledge that he's been caught red-handed—or rather, pink-faced and wanting.
"Would you like to do that again?" You relish in the way his lips part, the jerk of his hips when his wide eyes meet yours. "Do you want me to manhandle you, Rafayel?"
"W-what?" he splutters, pink rising fast up to his ears, and you catch the briefest shimmer of iridescence across his delicate cheekbones before he's turning his face away stubbornly. "No! Of course not! What do I look like to you, some damsel in distress? Puh-lease, the very idea is insulting—"
"Rafayel."
He stops mid-sentence when you coo his name, the affection in each syllable drawing his silence.
Rafayel's eyes flicker to you and away again a few times, before his attention slowly slides back. The flush is blooming down his neck now, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looks you up and down while you lean back from your position, pulling him along to sit up with you.
Your thumb brushes against the edge of his jaw, and a sigh stutters from his lips, lashes fluttering as he turns into your light touch by instinct, always seeking more.
"It's okay to like it," you whisper, cupping his face in your hands, and his eyes are wide when they meet yours. The blue deepens, pink glinting with thinly veiled excitement as his lids begin to fall heavy. "You can be honest with me. I'll give you whatever you want, cutie."
His breath hitches. "Really?"
You nod, an adoring smile crossing your lips. His own lips part, quick, shallow breaths escaping them when he sees clear as day how endearing you find him.
"Really."
Rafayel dips his head down, but you stop him, thumb pressed gently to his lips. He moans softly, parting them against your digit to give a kitten lick to your skin, and you suppress the shiver of pleasure at how intoxicated he always got just from your presence, your readily given affection.
"Tell me what you want, baby," you encourage him.
His eyes squeeze shut, huffing and mumbling something under his breath, the Lemurian syllables lost to you. When his gaze meets yours again, there's a darkness in them.
"I want you to," he purrs, and you wonder not for the first time who exactly was leading the other here. Does he submit to you, or does he have you exactly where he wants you, dancing to the tune of his ethereal song?
"Want me to what?" you prompt, and he groans, making your lips twitch into a smile. "Use your words for me."
"Fuck, cutie," he whimpers, eyes flashing, teeth nipping at your thumb. "Manhandle me. Use me. Throw me around and do whatever you want with me—"
You stand swiftly, knees bending, and he cuts off with surprised yelp when you scoop him off the couch and effortlessly hoist him over your shoulder.
"Holy—" Soft gasps of surprise and flustered curses fall from his lips as you secure your arm around his legs, easily carrying him down the hallway to your destination of satin sheets and plush pillows. "How do you do that?"
"I'm a Hunter, baby."
You grin when you toss him backwards onto the bed, and he bounces a few times, bright-eyed and eager. You crawl up over him, his slender wrists held easily in your grip. You watch with satisfaction as he gulps, the edges of the bond burning hot and passionate under the open collar of his shirt.
Your thumb catches his chin, leaning down to capture his lips in yours, but not before whispering, "Let me show you everything I can do to you."
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he tells you time and time again nothing will ever change his stance on the tiny apex predator who lounges around your apartment, staring at him and blinking slowly.
“look they’re even mocking me!” he pouts, crossing his arms and turning to you, “cutie can’t we just go to mine?”
“they slow blink when they love you, and no we go to yours all the time! we need to spend more time with our kid,” you emphasize the ‘our’ despite having had the cat before you’d met rafayel.
“that is not mine,” he huffs, narrowing his eyes at the cat before curling up next to you on the couch. “never gonna change my mind,” he mumbles, cheek squished against you as you run your fingers through his hair.
“you’ll come around, mark my words,” you chuckle, kissing his forehead and smoothing the wrinkles between his brows. rafayel shakes his head ‘no,’ side eyeing your cat as they stretched out and jumped to stare out the window.
two weeks later the three of you head to the beach, (rafayel was strongly against the kitty invading his “safe space,” you convinced him with many kisses), and lo and behold; your cat walks RIGHT into the ocean and starts swimming like it’s no one’s business.
rafayel’s knees hit the ground, hands covering his mouth as he stares at your cat, swimming right up to the shore and meeting him in the sand, headbutting the artist and staring up at him, as if waiting for his approval.
a small ‘mreow’ leaves the felines mouth, wet fur rubbing on rafayel before turning around and getting back in the water, swimming in a circle before facing your boyfriend once more.
“look he turned out to be part fish like his dad!” you tease, holding the leash tightly so your kitty didn’t swim too far. you turn to look at Rafayel, biting back your laughter when you see tears welling in his eyes as he looks at cat, arms extending and scooping the wet ball of fur into his chest.
“please forgive daddy for being mean to you, my sweet sweet baby,” he murmurs into the cats fur, placing kisses to its small face. you can hear your cat purring, your jaw almost on the sand as you take in the sight before you.
“bet you like seafood too huh? want some lobster? dads got some scallops he can make you, yes he can,” he coos softly, voice softer and a higher pitch than usual.
rafayel, notorious cat hater, was placing a flurry of kisses on your cats face. and your cat was having the time of its life, eyes shut and tail swooshing languidly.
after a moment Rafayel walked deeper in the water with your cat, his sunset eyes shimmering as he watched your cat swim alongside him, soft laughter leaving his body and wrapping around your heart tightly.
“are you gonna get in the water? we’re having so much fun!” Rafayel calls out, he’s sitting in the water, soft waves crashing onto his chest as he watches your kitty carefully, stealing glances at your enamored face.
“yeah ‘m going,” you reply quickly, staring at the pair quietly for a moment before walking towards them, placing a kiss to Rafayels cheek when you get next to him.
“told you you’d come around,” you mumble with a grin, nudging your boyfriend. he scoffs at you, a smile still on his face as he watches you cat swim up to him once more, meowing to be picked up, he obliges immediately.
“yeah, yeah, guess my cutie knows me better than i do myself,” he hums happily. your heart flutters in your chest, stomach flipping as rafayel turns to you with an equally love struck look on his face.
a/n: this is based off this tiktok i saw and immediately thought of raf hehe,, sorry if this is buns i wrote this between study breaks and just wanted to post it lolz
it's more an instinct than a rational decision - after all, rafayel doesn't do anything bad. it's just... after countless bad experiences and relationships that drained you, it's hard to believe in true love once it shows up.
you know rafayel's intentions are pure. you can feel that his heartbeat resembles the sound of your name. you are aware of it all... and yet, you still hesitate each time he gets a little bit too close.
you're just scared; and you know it. words of your past lovers calling you too much and too broken, asking you what's wrong with you once the doubt clouded your mind and fear started to claw under your skin.
you just needed reassurance, some tender attention. you just craved a little bit of love. is that so wrong? does that turn you into a monster?
perhaps, you are one. perhaps, this is why you keep on hurting rafayel now.
guilt gnaws at you, making your head spin with worries. it hurts. you're so terrified of feeling this pain again that you can't open up. you can't come to rafayel and confess that your heart is too heavy for anyone to handle, and you will only end up hurting him more and more–
a warm pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. the faint scent of sea breeze and vanilla fills your senses, causing your heartbeat to slow down ever so slightly.
rafayel is here. he sees you in your worst crying form... and doesn't leave.
quite the opposite, he treats you like you're a fragile little treasure in the palm of his hands. you suck in a breath as he turns you around to look at you properly, his eyes - focused yet ever so gentle - scan your features, searching for any trace of pain hiding within. his thumb runs over your cheek. your eyes flutter shut.
"it's okay." rafayel whispers softly, tenderly. "i'm here, yeah? nothing's gonna hurt you, baby. i will protect you, just stay right here."
slowly, you take a deep breath. your fingers instinctively curl on the material on his shirt, more an instinct than a rational thought.
"but i am–"
"i will want you no matter what you become. in every shape or form, you are the one i love."
something about rafayel's words - maybe it's the hint of desperation in his voice, maybe it's the way he looks at you as if losing you is his greatest fear - makes you freeze.
a second passes, then another.
the fear in your heart remains as it was, and you can still feel it clouding your thoughts. and yet, when rafayel holds you in his arms right now, you allow yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, this one time you will finally get to know how true love looks like.
Those calm, sloshing waves that glow a bluish-black under the moonlight, the rhythmic lapping a soothing melody your pulse automatically syncs to until it falls in unison. As you dip a toe into the tide that kisses at your feet, you marvel at how gentle something so vast and unknown can be, an odd peacefulness washing over you at the revelation.
But as your body sinks into the damp sand, your back now laid against one of the many rock formations scattered across the shore, you realize that what you love most is the person you get to experience it with.
His purple locks tickle at your chin while his head rests securely above your heart, his strong arms wrapped snug around your waist as your own encircle him back. If it weren't for the soft tune he hums you'd think Rafayel had fallen asleep, but still those steady vibrations rumble through your chest like flowing water, the sensation putting your entire soul at ease.
"I wish we could stay like this," you murmur wistfully, your voice barely rising over the cool breeze as your fingers pause from combing through his hair.
"Just me and you and this moment on loop," you evenly continue, the raw honestly leaving you breathless.
And that's when his song ends, his body shifting until he sits upright between your thighs, one hand pressing into the stone near your side while the other cups your cheek gently, those pinkish-blue eyes roaming your features before looking deeply into yours.
"I wish we could too, cutie," he whispers with a soft smile, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheekbone. "Because you're it for me. My world ends and begins with you, and nothing will ever change that."
Rafayel's brows knit together as he takes in a shaky breath.
"But I also know there's so much more in store for you, more than anything I could ever offer alone. You deserve the world, Y/n, not just my own."
Tears blur your vision at his admission, your hand resting over his as you lean into his touch with a watery smile.
"You never cease to amaze me with your words," you lightly joke.
"I think I amaze you in other ways, too," he chuckles lowly before capturing your lips in a heated kiss, your mouths molding together perfectly as the intimacy of everything said settles sweetly on your tongues.
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Later that night, with your bodies entangled and settled into each other's warmth, you realize maybe it wasn't just the ocean you marvel at, but also its very embodiment you get to call home.
ginny's note: teared up a little writing this one <3 love my fish so much
rafayel girlies, I suggest we all start saving for rafayel's alleged and rumored new myth which is probably gonna be dropped towards the end of July in this year🥲 I even am hearing rumors that he's apparently going to lose his eyesight in the new myth, or probably depend on MC for it? also, the banner predictions have been accurate, that's why im making this post. Let's see if this ages well or not.
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