#rafayel lnds

[bizarrelovetriangel]

Yesterday No More

[cheriefrosting]

⁀➴☕︎ | one night stand with Rafayel who can't take a hint

Somewhere between too many sangrias, a lot of dirty dancing and groping, you'd ended up in the back of a cab with Rafayel, eating each other's faces off and barely toeing the line between propriety and public indecency.

Rafayel is so lost in the softness of your lips, the heavenly moans that escape you and only beckon him closer that he doesn't even realize he's handed the driver a hundred instead of a twenty, asking him to keep the change as he carries you into your building.

"What's your name?" You manage between kisses as the railing of the staircase digs into your back while he bends you over it, teething at your throat while his thigh rubs between your legs.

You can feel his smile against your skin as he hikes you up higher on his thigh, licking the skin he'd just broken in "Didn't your parents warn you about strangers?"

"Didn't your parents warn you about serial killers?" You shoot back and it's gratifying to make a man as beautiful as he was to laugh as pretty as he did.

"Let's just say-" He's whispering right above your lips as his luminescent eyes search yours "I have no self preservation. Especially not against a woman as beautiful as you"

You both stumble through the door, hands tearing at his jacket and your coat as he drives you up the wood, holding your weight against the surface as his tongue plunges into your mouth again.

The bedroom is preferable but the couch is closer and you both try to make a fair attempt to reach it except Rafayel's already got two fingers breaching the waistband of your panties, teasing your soaking folds as you pant into his mouth "Right there?"

You nod, a whimper lodged in the back of your throat as he plunges the fingers into your waiting warmth, groaning when he feels just how wet you are for him. Curving his fingers, he's pumping them against that sweet spot that makes you moan, your head banging into the door behind you.

When he's made you cum so hard that you're still recovering from the aftermath, he's leaving kisses against your skin, rubbing his thigh between your legs again, breaking a whine out of you from how sensitive you were "Uh oh" He whispers, pulling your dress low enough to free your breasts, covering one with his mouth "Stranger danger"

Despite yourself, you laugh but it dies a short death when he pulls at your nipple making you moan, wrapping your legs tighter around his trim waist and lining yourself directly with his very prominent erection. He groans, biting down on your areola making you squeal as he pulls you away from the door and carries you to the couch.

For a man who looked so pretty and delicate, he was surprisingly strong and freakishly well-endowed if what you felt between your legs as you grind against him was any indication. And when Rafayel pushes your skirt up, lining himself behind you, you're suddenly apprehensive about how he'll make it fit.

"You're here to kill me after all" He groans as your walls flutter around his length to accommodate his size, screaming into the pillow as you arch your back to take him even better.

One moment you remember him thrusting into you so hard the couch is moving and screeching against the wooden flooring, the next you're in your bed with your knees folded till your chest as he moves above you, cooing at you as tears escape your eyes at the overstimulation. He's licking the tearstreaks, grunting right next to your ear as your walls squeeze and tighten around him with every drawn out thrust.

"I've got you" He's nodding, forehead pressed to yours as your mouth hangs agape while you chase that peak, tears free flowing while he brushes against that spongey spot with every thrust, his pelvis rubbing against your clit in the most perfect way "I've got you, pretty. Why don't you let go for me, hm?"

You're nodding too, broken whimpers escaping as your legs quake uncontrollably before you're gushing around him. Rafayel's right behind you, growling into your skin as his thrusts grow more desperate, fucking relentlessly into your swollen pussy and pumping you full of his cum.

Last thing you remember is kissing this gorgeous stranger who had eyes that sparkled so beautiful in the moonlight streaming through the windows.

"You're even more beautiful in daylight"

Nodding, you're picking up the clothes strewn on the floor, tossing the ones that belonged to him at his relaxed figure still lounging in your bed.

You'd woken up and made love to this man in bed before the sun had come up and then again in the shower just now but while you looked like anymore action would require you to get an IV drip, not only did this man have the stamina of a God, his skin glowed like it too? What the hell was his skincare routine?

"I'm Rafayel" He goes on and you shoot him a non-plussed look over your shoulder because of course a man who looked like that and fucked like he did couldn't be named something regular like Bob or Peter. Rafayel. He was such a Rafayel.

You know he's waiting for your name but you have no interest in giving it to him. Yesterday had been a celebration and while you were brazen enough to sleep with strangers and not truly commit, you weren't in the business of hoarding the strangers for long-term relationships.

Instead, you disappear into your closet to pick out your work clothes. You had to swing by the office before an important work lunch in the afternoon and if you successfully closed the deal, last night's celebration would not be in vain.

When you step out, Rafayel has thankfully taken the hint and gotten dressed too. He follows your cue and exits the bedroom behind you, still doing his best to get you to acknowledge his existence. Or help him be privy to yours.

Picking up his jacket that was still lying by the door, you hand it to him and open the door. Your declaration despite not using any words is crystal clear. Rafayel would love nothing more than take you out for breakfast, bring you home and do a full repeat of last night but you want to set clear boundaries of remaining strangers and he wants to respect that.

Or atleast try to.

He steps out but he's still in the doorway, preventing you from closing the door completely as he stares at you for a moment too long, gaze dropping to your lips before he's looking at you again "I don't even know your name"

"It's not worth remembering" You step back, hoping he will too but he's still got that kicked puppy look in his eyes that almost- almost melts your resolve.

"I'll remember it" He promises "Want to make you forget it next time we do this. Probably have you scream mine"

He's gonna wear you down at this rate and you know it. So you put that final nail in the coffin "Goodbye, Rafayel"

When you close the door behind you, you wonder if you should've at least told him you'd had a good time. Great time, even. Okay, you weren't kidding anyone. He'd shown you the most spectacular time and you'd wanted nothing more than to do it again too.

As you checked your day's to-do, you realized you didn't really have the time to.

Rafayel sent flowers to your apartment before you even left that morning. How he managed to do that in the span of the twenty minutes it had taken between you throwing him out and leaving for work, you didn't know. Still, he was an observant man too, if he had managed to deduce from the incense burning in your apartment that your favorite flowers were orchids.

As an art curator, you'd had your fair share of bizarre interactions. This definitely ranked in the top 3.

The flowers are still on your mind when you reach the restaurant where you're having your lunch meeting. Your friend's husband, Thomas, had wanted to introduce you to someone he'd described as simply phenomenal. For someone always looking for new talent, you'd easily agreed.

Your brows furrowed and lips lifted in a sardonic smile when you noticed the name on the card he'd given you. Rafayel. It was as if you simply couldn't escape that name today.

Or him, when the waitress showed you to the table where he was already seated next to Thomas, looking refined in his three piece suit and smiling at what you're sure he found to be a pleasant turn of events.

"Hey stranger"

rafayel m.list | masterlist

[muqingslover]

ᡣᥫ᭡. Teacher's (favorite) toy ⊹ ˑʚଓ

𓏲ּּAbout𝄢 A pocket pussy synched to you falls into his hands. What's the worst that could happen?

𓏲ּּFeaturing𝄢 Rafayel ホムラ

𓏲ּ CW𝄢 NSFW | MDNI | porn no plot, onahole, usage of actual sex toys, a little of Professor!Rafayel bc hell yeah, F!squirting, technically double penetration, cervix fucking, clit stimulation, some exhibitionism, overstimulation, tears, creampie.

🪽Dove's notes: im back on my bullshittt !! Three down, two more to go!

Rafayel is a born tease. Not the light-hearted, goofy type, no, what gets him off is watching people— Specifically you— squirm because of his words and actions. He knows every tell and nervous tic you have and soaks it in when he is all up and personal in your business. There is truly no greater joy to him than knowing he's stuck in your mind 24/7, making you pout and frown all cute. Gods, he could just gobble you up whole.

And, well, when he's given an all access pass to play with your body anytime and anywhere he wants? He may just start believing he's blessed again.

"Then sit in today's lecture, we can grab dinner together after I'm done." The suggestion had slid in smoothly during the morning discussion about plans for later. Rafayel have been awfully well behaved for the last week despite the new found power he received, which had the exact opposite effect of soothing your nerves and instead has kept you on edge all day, every day. You knew he was planning something— Long used to his mischievous self by now— and the radio silence only meant one thing when it came to him: Absolute and guaranteed chaos.

The lecture hall was full as always. All eyes on the pretty professor in front of the class, explaining something you weren't actually listening to because the feeling of something pressing against your clit since the beginning of class has kept your mind busy. It, whatever it was, wasn't doing anything— Not vibrating or sucking. Not even pushing into your entrance. It was just... there, which drove you insane with both curiosity and frustration.

Rafayel noticed you growing progressively more antsy, gaze flickering when you crossed and uncrossed your legs multiple times like you couldn't quite find a comfortable position.

"I'll be reviewing your projects next so pay attention." He spoke clearly to his students, calmly walking over to his bag to look for the papers he'd need, and in addition also use the chance to push the bullet vibe inside your cunt, catching in the corner of his eye the way your entire body jumped in your the seat and feigning ignorance when he returned with the paperwork in one hand, the other tucked in the pocket of his pants. Throughout boring speeches his finger would play with the intensity, completely ignoring the burning glare coming from the back of the class and containing his smile at the sight of you pressing your knees together— If it was to somehow make it less intense or to chase your own orgasm Rafayel doesn't know, and to be honest, he doesn't really care either way.

Because now he has complete control and you can count on your pussy being abused and left puffy from the many games he intends on playing with you during the most inconvenient of times. Whenever he texts "Where u at" or "Whatchu up to" and you fail to respond within the next thirty minutes he will make sure you remember his existence by stuffing you with random objects of varying sizes (and shapes) throughout the hours, leaving you completely drenched and weak at the knees by the end of the day.

Needless to say, Rafayel has a preference of doing it when he can watch you, of course. His pleasure comes from how you squirm and struggle to maintain your composure while in public when his fingers join the dildo pushed all the way to the rim inside your dripping cunt, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing the sight of of waddling next to your friend, barely capable of keeping your legs from trembling when his thumb circles your swollen clit, feeling the way your walls tighten around his digits, about to come, only for him to pull everything out at once and leaving you hanging.

Not to worry, he has a treat reserved strictly for you later.

"Well, if that's the problem..." He drawls out when you come complaining about his earlier antic, tracing your folds with the tips of his fingers before spreading the silicone mold, pushing one of his bullet vibe inside unceremoniously, not sparing you a glance as he grabs the largest dildo he had at his disposal (shopping has always been a passion of his) and shoving it alongside all the way to the hilt. One of his legs crosses over the other as his eyes flicker to your shaking form over his reading glasses, tutting his tongue at your reduced form in front of him.

"N-Not all at once—" You struggled to say it as your knees buckled and a strained whine escaped your throat, squirting all over his carpet as the stubborn dildo was pushed deeper inside of your gummy walls, hands clutching the fabric under you as you panted like a bitch in front of him.

"I don't give you what you want, you complain. I give you what you want, you complain." He leaned his head against his hand, keeping his expression stern and bored, the same one he uses with the bad students in his grade. "You're making this so hard for me. I have feelings too, you know?" He went on, sighing dramatically while standing up from his chair, stopping right in front of him, hovering above your poor self with a hand on his hip. The other reached down, pulling your chin up to look at him then slowly he let his palm slide down, wrapping around your neck gently and pulling you up and closer so his lips brushed against yours, "You certainly seem satisfied in my eyes. Should I just leave you like this for the rest of the night?" he threatened, words laced with a cruel mock consideration.

"Raf', please...You haven't touched me in over— Ah, a whole week, c'mon.." You finally found your voice again through your fifth orgasm just today. The glint in his eyes after you said is all the answer you needed and perhaps it was both hell and heaven wrapped in a single man.

The wet and obscene sounds of his thighs slapping against yours filled the dimly lit office, one of his hands clutched tightly into your hair as he kept your chest pressed against the desk while the other held up one of your legs. "If you're this loose maybe I did take it a little too far." He murmured cynical, watching the tears roll down your face and mouth hang open dumbly as the nth climax wrecked through your trembling body. The dildo was pushed right into your cervix still, not to mention the constant buzzing of that dammed vibe as his cock took the opportunity to reach even deeper than usual— You were being spread out so good it made your vision blur, thighs dripping with slick as he dragged himself out slowly just to make you feel each burning inch of him before he buried himself all the way into and through your actual cervix, pumping you full of his seed.

You won't dare to leave him out to dry so soon once he's done with you, of that he is sure.

[littleapplle]

virgin!rafayel. “Caleb is a virgin”, “Caleb has no sexual experience”, “Pathetic virgin Caleb” ok but what about Rafayel?! He is a huge virgin too! Why would he even have experience when he has been waiting for you and stalking you from the shadows? You’re the only woman he wants, if not with you, who would he ever have sex with? 

virgin!rafayel who has been waiting patiently for you. He doesn’t need it to be perfect, he doesn’t need everything to be planned and calculated, he just needs it to be you. 

virgin!rafayel who’s not clueless. He knows his way around the human body, the body of his bride, but he has no experience. He doesn’t know what exactly feels good to the both of you but he wants to find out. Together, with you and only you.

virgin!rafayel who has sketched and painted your body a million times over and over again while waiting for you, trying to engrave each and every imperfection of your skin into the swirls of his brain. He can’t wait to kiss, feel and remember how all of them actually look after years.

virgin!rafayel who’s eager but still wants to take his time with you. He helps you out of your clothes and suddenly the roles are swapped and you’re the siren that will seduce him and drag him to the depths of the abyss. Staring at your nude form has him petrified, and he curses fate once more for making him wait for this for so long.

virgin!rafayel who can never get enough of you and gets hard from kissing. 

virgin!rafayel who almost cums as soon as he’s inside you. Your velvety walls clench around his cock and suddenly his hand will never be enough to satisfy him ever again. His breath hitches and his pride has been washed away with all the sweat dripping down his sticky skin and the most lewd and needy moans escape his throat.

virgin!rafayel who quickly gets emotional and sniffles on your neck because he can’t wait to moan ‘my wife’  and not just ‘my bride’.

And before you notice, you’re laying on a bed full of pearls because virgin!rafayel can’t help all the overwhelming emotions overflowing his mind. Happiness and relief, because it’s you, it’s going to be you and it’ll always be you.

!!note: hi my loves im sorry i promised id post something this weekend</3 ive been on the biggest writers block and while i have a ton of ideas, no words have been able to crawl out of my skull. once again, i apologize:( ill try and get it together asap so i can come back and feed yall something nice.

[tbaluver]

WERE GETTING MARRIED! CONGRATS TO ALL OF US HAPPY BRIDES

[dissociativewriter]

Rafayel always put things too high up. It's like he forgets he's six feet tall. You were on your tiptoes, reaching for your snack when two arms snaked around your waist.

"Hey, cutie." Rafayel kissed your neck.

You raised an eyebrow. "Miss me that much?"

"I'd hold onto you all the time if I could," he murmured. "Like a starfish."

You chuckled. "Well, I like you better than a starfish."

"Good." His lip jutted out. "Starfishies are mean."

"You're a mean fishie, too," you snorted.

"Not to you, though," he argued. "How could I be mean to my beloved bride?"

[sylusslittlekitten]

🌊Rafayel’s Lil Audios🧜‍♂️

Some 🔞 audios that I’ve heard that sound a little like Rafayel to me.

NOTE: These are not official game audio. They are a collection of creators and edits that sound similar in tone, attitude or use phrases.

*WARNING: USE HEADPHONES🎧*

*click keep reading to see the links*

Anxious Red Audio (🔞 content creator)

These links 🔗 go to sound gasm - always read their descriptions before playing. I have tried to summarised below.

Ramble/Fap - Msub-Whines, moans, cursing - not so much talking

Ramble/Fun - Msub-Talking, whines (lots of), edging, toy (pen) play

Ramble/First in a while - Msub-Talking, moans, toy (pen) play, whines, edging.

Ramble/Fap - Msub-Talking, moans, fantasising, massager (tbh: sounds like crying towards the end)

Good boy switches for you - Msub 2 Mdom (link to soundgasm - check triggers before listening)

Billy Yandere Cyrus Audio (🔞 content creator)

I love making you feel better - Gentle Br33d, moan, whimper, L-💣. Predetermined couple.

Giving you a real thriller - MDom, cursing, moans, ✋🍑, DADDY, watching Horror movies together. Predetermined couple. (Kiki note: almost put this under Caleb, for reasons)

Room mate shows you what you’ve been missing - MDom, dubious consent to start (warning), beard mention, 🐈👅.

Room mate hasn’t had a good 😚🍆 - Roomies to ❤️, 😙 🍆, 🐈👅

This Guy Eli Audio (🔞 content creator)

Stuck Inside with your Bratty Boyfriend - part 1 / part 2 / part 3 - Part 1 [Brat] [Brat Taming] [Switch] [MDom to MSub] [Fingering] [Handjob] [Riding] [Creampie] [Overstimulation] [Whining] / Part 2 [MSub] [Brat] [Brat Taming] [Caught Masturbating] [Grinding] [Lube] [Strap-On] [Pegging Him] / Part 3 [MSub] [Brat] [Naked Except an Apron] [Bent Over] [Spanking Him] [Handjob] [Oral For You] [Cunnilingus] [Riding Him] [Creampie] [Oral After Creampie]

qinche-cvmslvt Audio Edits (Sound and voices from the in-game cards. No Ai)

69 with Rafayel

Riding Rafayel

MC vs The Dragon and The Sea God

X / Twitter links

Key Too

Audio Masterlist here

[oncasette]

biting the lads men

sylus, zayne, rafayel, xavier, & caleb x gn!reader

how each of the love and deepspace men react to an s/o that bites them as a way of showing their love.

content: affectionate biting (non-sexual)

sylus loves when you bite him. the first time you did it, he hadn't even batted an eye. simply smiled and moved his bicep closer for you to chomp down to your heart's content.

you tend to use your teeth when you're forced to sit quietly beside him, likely when he's doing something related to onichynus or a business deal he needs to finish up before he gives you his undivided attention for the night. you'll sit either in his lap, curled up in his shoulder, or just next to him under his arm. he doesn't mind if you ramble, but you know better than to expect him to answer all of your hypotheticals while he's focusing.

instead, when you've had your fill of talking to mostly yourself, you'll lower your head against his shoulder and bite down. you don't latch on very hard, but it's enough for sylus to know you're using your teeth.

"am i boring you, kitten?" he asks, setting his pen down in favor of cradling the back of your head. you dislodge yourself at the sensation, allowing him to pull your face up to look at him. he's got that knowing smirk on his face, his other hand tightly wrapped around your hips to keep you from falling as he shifts you to straddle his thighs.

“no,” you hum, tilting your head to nip at his wrist. he laughs, the sound vibrating through your body.

“no? just being… frisky?” a hand slides up under the bottom hem of your shirt to rest on the small of your back. you nod, biting a bit harder when you reach the base of his palm. he hisses.

“are you almost done with your work, sy?” you whisper. you gently kiss the indents your teeth had left.

“i’m all yours, sweetie.”

zayne doesn't really comment on it. after the first few incidents, and the round of questions that had followed, he knows you don't mean any harm by it. rather, he knows it's a way for you to express yourself to him when words seem to elude you.

it always seems to happen when zayne’s already settled down for the evening. unlike when you’re trying to lure him away from his work—when you use lingering touches and gentle kisses to pull his attention toward you—zayne always seems to find you biting him when he’s already got his sights set on you.

the two of you will be spread out on the couch, you sat between his thighs with your back to his chest and his arms around your shoulders, when your teeth latch into his forearm. he doesn’t move, doesn’t shift, just smiles softly with a kiss to your temple as he continues to watch the move you’d put on.

“react,” you huff, biting a bit harder near the junction of his elbow.

“what would you like for me to say, darling?” he says, the ghost of a laugh seeping out of him. you shrug, snuggling back further into him with your lips pressed against his bicep.

“i’m bored,” you huff.

“i can tell,” he says softly. his hand slides down your arm to intertwine your fingers together, bringing the pair up to his mouth to kiss the back of your hand. “would you like to do something else?”

“no,” you say, shaking your head. your tongue peeks out to swipe across a recently bitten patch of skin. you always tended to bite him more when there was more skin at your disposal, he’d noticed, leading him to wear short sleeves around the house.

“alright, then,” he says. he settles back down into the cushions and tightens his hold on you. when you latch down on his arm again, all he says is, “i love you, too, darling.”

rafayel pretends to hate it. he'll get all whiny and pouty each time you do it, threatening to kick you out of his studio for abusing him, but he secretly revels in it. he gets this pretty pink flush on his cheeks whenever your teeth make contact with his skin, despite whatever nonsense spews from his lips.

“hey! meanie,” he huffs, yanking his arm out of reach from your mouth. he cradles it to his chest, running his thumb gently over the barely-there indent your teeth had made in his skin. it’s the most offended you’d seen him. almost.

you continue to do it, though, a lot gentler, until one day his protestations actually manage to break through to you.

he fully rolled away from you, turning so that his back was facing you. when you attempted to warm up to him again, placing your face into the crook of his neck and sliding your hands around his waist, he swatted at your fingers until you pulled away. you could hear him pouting, the dramatic sighs and whines.

after that, and after you’d made it up to him the following morning with plenty of kisses, you stopped biting him. rafayel had assumed it was only for the day, making only a comment or two about how he was “bite mark free” for the first time, but when you withheld your teeth from him for a week and a half, he started to get whiny again.

at first, it’d been silent gestures. holding his arm close to your face when you cuddled, making sure you were angled toward his shoulder when you watched something.

then, “why don’t you bite me anymore?”

“you don’t like it,” you say, turning your head slightly to look at him. he’s sitting on the couch beside you, a sketch pad laid open over his lap. it’d stayed blank for the last thirty minutes.

“i never said that,” he says.

“yes, you did,” you laugh. “you called me a meanie and didn’t talk to me for a day.”

“are you sure about that? i probably just called you cutie like i always do and then got… laryngitis or something,” he huffs, his bottom lip protruding out. he drops the sketch pad onto the coffee table before he scoots closer to you. “will you just bite me again, cutie?”

“you want me to?”

if he had any reservations before—which he didn’t— the way your face lit up at the idea was enough to erase them completely. he nods, holding his hand up to your lips, allowing you to nibble as you pleased.

xavier is confused by it, but lets you do as you please. his brows will knit together and he’ll stare at you with those big eyes he always gives you, but he never protests or gives you any indication that he wants you to stop.

the first time you did it, he thought it was an accident. he flinched slightly, but didn’t make a comment besides that. once it started becoming a regular thing, he began to have more and more questions about your motivations.

“starlight?” he asks softly, not moving save for the slightest tilt of his head. your teeth are still latched into his shoulder. you hum in reply, nipping your way across his shoulder and down to his arm. “did i do something?”

“no? why do you ask?”

“you’re biting me,” he replies.

“yeah? i always do that,” you hum, mixing in a couple kisses with your bites before you pull back. you shift so that you’re facing him more. “do you want me to stop?”

he grabs your wrist when you start to pull further away. “no. you can keep doing it.”

“yeah?” you ask, immediately leaning in to bite down on his cheek. his face scrunches, a soft pink hue dusting over the skin beneath your lips.

he's not entirely sure of why you bite, but you never bite down enough to hurt him, and you always seem so happy after you've done it, so who is he to prevent you from latching down every once in a while?

caleb bites you back. he takes it as a challenge. you always bit him when you were kids when you were angry, or, god forbid, he was holding you down for any reason. if he was tickling you, or tackling you, your first instinct was to sink your teeth into the closest body part you could find. he went to school one day with a huge mark on his ankle once, and you never heard the end of it.

now, when you do it, he's prepared. it's almost as if he goads you into it, knowing he'll be able to do it back.

he'll wander around your apartment with a sleeveless shirt on, practically lording his arms in your face, and you have no choice but to chomp down on his bicep.

the moment you sneak behind him, your arms linking around his hips, he's on guard. he knows all your tactics. despite the otherwise gentle touches, he knows the minute your lips wander anywhere close to his arms, he's going to be feeling more than your lips.

he says your name in warning moments before it occurs. within a second of you latching down, he's spinning you in his grasp and attacking your skin with nips and bites of his own. he starts at your neck before traveling down to your shoulder and biting down with the same intensity you'd used on him.

"caleb!" you squeal, pushing his face away despite the stream of giggles leaving your lips.

"what?" he asks, softening his movments. "i'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine."

"only i'm allowed to bite," you counter.

"is that so?" he asks, lifting his head up to look you in the eye again. you nod as he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours. within a second, though, he's sliding back down to bite down at your shoulder. "i don't think so, pipsqueak."