can i ask for servant! rafayel x princes! reader free use for the event
congratulations for 2k btw
servant! rafayel x princess! reader + free use
a/n. i always wanted to write a servant x noble, thank you for requesting this! hope you enjoy ❤️
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the weight of your huge gown pooled around your ankles, brushing the hard wood floor, falling in layers upon layers of pale pink, embroidered with tiny, gleaming constellations.
you sat before your vanity, the expensive mirror reflecting a princess who looked exactly as the fair maidens that books described:
composed, cheeks faintly flushed, reddish lips slightly parted, eyes soft, fixed somewhere in the middle distance.
no one would’ve ever guessed that your favourite servant was kneeled between your legs, carefully hidden by the skirts of your dress.
rafayel had slipped beneath your gown five minutes ago, just before your chambermaids entered your room.
you remember the heat of his whisper against your wet lips as he broke free from a promiscuous kiss — “don’t make a sound, my princess.”— and the way he kneeled beneath your vanity table, covering himself with your garments.
you remember how his calloused hands parted your legs, how his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your thighs.
taking what he craved so badly, without even caring about anything else.
now tara was brushing out your hair, her movements slow and methodical, while simone was heating the curling tongs by the fireplace. they chattered softly about the evening’s ball, about which lords have arrived at court, about the quality of the new shipment of rose oil from the southern provinces.
you could barely hear them over the thunder of your own pulse.
rafayel’s mouth was on you.
he had your cunt spread open with his thumbs, his tongue working in broad, greedy stripes from your weeping, pulsing hole to the aching bud of your clit.
he was devouring you like a man starved, carrying a shameless hunger that made your thighs tremble against his ears.
you could feel the wet heat of his breath, the firm press of his nose against your clit, the way he moaned into your flesh like you were a delicacy.
all while your chambermaids attended to you.
“ah–”
you let out softly, gripping the edge of the vanity. trying to keep your composure.
“your highness? is the chair uncomfortable?” tara, always so attentive, asked through the haze. she even stopped brushing, leaning in to check on your wellbeing.
you shook your head rapidly, forcing your lips into something that resembled a smile. “no, no. please, continue.”
your voice came out steadier than you expected, thank gods.
rafayel, listening in, decided to reward your composure by sucking your clit into his mouth, tightening his lips harder around the swollen flesh.
you had to bite the inside of your cheek to not cry out in pleasure.
but what could be hidden... that was none of your concern. as such, your hips jerked involuntarily, pressing yourself against his face, and he let out a sound of approval, vibrating directly into your most sensitive parts.
very pleased by your reactions.
simone returned with the heated tongs as if on cue. tara started to section your hair and, together, they began to curl away, softly giggling at whatever gossip they’ve heard recently.
beneath your skirts, rafayel had lost all pretense of restraint.
he pulled back just enough to see your soaked pussy, his lips slick with spit and arousal. a short guttural moan escaped his throat, but it was not registered by the chatty maids.
rafayel dived back in happily, tongue plunging into your entrance, lapping up every bit of wetness you produced.
the sounds were obscene — wet, sloppy, rhythmic — and you prayed that the rustle of your gown and the hiss of the curling iron masked them.
and to your dismay, the besieging only intensified.
his fingers joined the torture, sliding into your needy hole with ease, curling upwards to find that spot that makes your vision blur in extasy. he scissored them gently, stretching you, while his tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit.
good heavens, that combination was lethal.
you were so close. the pressure built in your lower belly, a coil tightening with every stroke, every flick, every breathy exhale of his against your sensitive pussy.
you wanted to grab his hair. you wanted to grind down on his face until you suffocated him.
you wanted to have him just like he was having you.
instead, you sat perfectly still as simone pinned your curls.
“yes, prince xavier is said to be quite handsome.” tara mused, unaware that your legs were shaking, that you weren’t — and couldn’t be — paying attention to their gossip. “perhaps he’ll seek you out.”
rafayel chuckled against your cunt at that. his fingers pumped faster, harder, and his mouth sealed around your clit in a harsh suction.
making his opinion on that neighbouring prince obvious.
your legs clasped around his head violently, quivering uncontrollably from the incoming orgasm.
“your highness?” simone tilted her head. “are you unwell?.”
you managed a breathless laugh. “i am just… a bit anxious.”
beneath your skirts, rafayel doubled his efforts. now he was fucking you with his tongue and his fingers in turns, an unceasing rhythm that left no part of you untouched.
he licked at your entrance, then trailed upwards to suck your clit, only to return to thrust his tongue inside you as deep as possible.
and with that, the coil snapped.
your orgasm crashed over you without warning; your teeth sank into your lower lip until you tasted copper, trying to muffle your erotic moans.
you let out only the softest, quietest whimper, barely audible over the crackle of the fire.
rafayel, ever the dutiful servant, worked you through it, tongue gentle and soothing, collecting every last drop of your release.
“there.” tara said, stepping back to admire her work. “you look perfect, your highness.”
in the mirror, you saw a princess with elegant curls piled atop her head, with very flustered cheeks and glistening eyes.
between your legs, rafayel pressed one final kiss to your inner thigh. his lips, wet when they brushed your skin, quietly mumbled the same verdict as tara:
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Ooooh if your slots aren’t all taken, hear me out: rival!roommate!Rafayel x reader, topped with mutual masturbation.
rival! roommate! rafayel x reader with mutual masturbation
a/n. a bit over 1k cause i was talking a lot of shit to set the scene! this is written for an athletic rivalry. thank you for requesting this! hope you enjoy ❤️
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you heard the bathroom door slam open before you could even process the footsteps approaching.
“really? in the bathroom? you couldn’t be more obvious about it?” rafayel’s voice dripped with disdain, coming in sharp and cold through the air.
“doping before a competition? that’s your strategy?”
your heart was slamming against your ribs– shit, shit, shit.
your legs were spread wide atop the toilet seat, your pink dildo buried halfway inside your slick cunt, the wet sounds of your own arousal still echoing off the tiles. you scrambled to cover yourself, yanking at the bathrobe hanging on the hook.
but your fingers fumbled, clumsy with panic.
“i’m not– rafayel, get out!” your voice came out breathy, cracked at the edges, affected by the toy inside you.
he didn’t move. of course he didn’t.
your rival, your insufferable roommate, the man who made it his personal mission to beat you at every single track event… he just stood there before you, arms crossed, eyes boring into you with fury.
“show me.” his jaw tightened, anger visible in his tone. “show me what you’re hiding, or i’m reporting you. you think i didn’t notice your times improving? you think i’m stupid?”
“i said get out!”
“show me.” he took a step forwards, then another, until he towered over where you sat. “you don’t get to cheat. not with me here.”
your face burned, arousal and anger convoluting inside you. your thighs pressed together instinctively, pushing the toy deeper, and the movement sent a jolt of pleasure straight up your spine.
you bit your lip to stifle the moan.
“last chance.” his voice lowered. “show me the syringe. or the pills. whatever you’re using.”
“rafayel, please–”
he grabbed your wrist, the one clutching the robe, and yanked it away from your body.
“ah–”
for one second, he just stared.
you watched it happen in real time — the shift from accusation to confusion to raw acknowledgement. his gaze traveled down your exposed torso, past your heaving chest, to where your other hand still gripped the base of that obscene pink dildo, glossy with your juices, swallowed by your cunt.
“you’re...” he blinked, almost inexpressive. “not doping.”
“no, you asshole.” you hissed, palms spreading over your intimate parts. “i was trying to get off. in private. alone.”
“you left the door unlocked.” he said finally, as if explaining himself.
“that’s not an invitation.”
“i had to make sure everything is in order.”
“and it is, so just–”
“no.”
•••
“you’re dripping down the toilet seat.”
“s–shut up–”
“you started this.”
he reminded you as he wrapped his hand around his dick tighter, his fingers not quite closing all the way around. his raspy voice, so accusatory and taunting, as well as the sight of his hard cock, made something throb deep in your belly.
“’did not.”
his tip, flushed dark and glistening, peeked every now and then as it passed through his fist, catching your hungry eyes and acting as incentive for your own pleasure.
“liar.”
you couldn’t continue the banter, not with the way your hand was pushing the toy against your pulsing walls so deliciously. the dildo was swallowed deeper, letting the silicone balls behind, only to be pulled almost all the way out.
just to repeat the motion and feel the stretch again.
“that’s it.” his voice had gone rough, raw, and you weren’t sure if he was encouraging you or himself. “that’s fucking it.”
he started stroking his cock more attentively, matching the pace you set: slow at first, then faster, mirroring the way your hips began to rock against the dildo. his eyes never left you, watching every inch of that pink toy disappear inside you, watching your face twist with pleasure, watching your thighs quiver from pleasure.
fuck, he could do so much better than that fake dick.
“you look so pathetic.” he breathed out, and the insult landed straight onto your sensitive flesh. “legs spread open. toy stuffed in your cunt. and you can’t even finish yourself off, can you? needed an audience.”
“’don’t need any– ugh– thing from you.”
“no?” he sped up his hand, and you watched his cock disappear into his fist faster, heard the wet sounds fill the room alongside your own. “then why are you still fucking yourself? why haven’t you told me to leave?”
because you didn’t want him to.
because something about his scrutinizing eyes on you, about his voice degrading you, his hand pumping his cock in time with your thrusts — something about all of it really did it for you.
“you like this.” he said it like a revelation, like it wasn’t obvious from the start both of you enjoyed it. “you like me watching. you like me calling you out. you dirty fucking cheater.”
“i’m not ah– cheater.” you fight between whines, rotating the toy inside you, now making the base hit your swollen clit with every thrust.
“no.” he choked out, thumb joining his ministration to press down on the leaking tip. “you’re worse. you’re a desperate little slut who got caught masturbating by her asshole rival.”
the tip of the dildo hit something softer exactly as he voice out the truth, and a loud moan tore out of your throat before you could stop it. as if agreeing with rafayel.
“ngh– yeah.” his voice was dripping with smugness. “there’s the sound i love to hear. you being a slutty loser, losing to pleasure.”
“ah, ah, ah…”
“pleasure inflicted by me.”
by the way his rhythm stuttered, by the way his abs clenched with every stroke, veins popping more and more… he was close to release.
“look at me, look at me when you cum.”
“f–fuck off, i’m not–”
“yes, you are. your fucking thighs are shaking.”
he was right — you were close. your wrist ached from the angle, but you couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, you needed–
“cum, slut. come on, let me see you fall apart.”
as if on cue, your back arched off the toilet seat, and the orgasm crashed through you harsh. through your hazy state, you heard rafayel groan, heard the wet slap of his hand speeding up, heard his loud panting turn into something low.
“fucking hell.”
stripes of creamy cum painted his knuckles and dripped onto his pulled-down sweatpants; and you got to watch every second of it through half-lidded eyes. you observed his jaw go slack, observed the tension drain from his shoulders as he emptied himself in his own hand.
the bathroom fell silent, only echoing your breathing.
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pirate raf with a siren reader!! and and dumbification 🤲
pirate! rafayel x siren! reader x dumbification
a/n. DUMBIFICATION TIME WITH A LOVELY SIREN SONG. more plot than smut, sorry about that! but thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy ❤️
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the coarse rope bit into your scales as the fishing net tightened around your form, hauling you over the edge of the pirate ship. your bare breasts pressed against the wooden deck, the rough planks scraping against your delicate skin as multiple burly men threw their weight onto your hands and tail.
pinning your back flat.
“that’s it, lads! keep her down!” a voice barked from somewhere above you, ordering around the pirates.
you twisted your head, wet hair plastered to your pearly skin, and met the gaze of the man who’d spoken. he stood apart from the others — tall, with violet hair and two colourful eyes that glittered like underwater jewels.
captain rafayel.
his lips curved into a cruel, handsome smile, satisfied by your struggling body.
“quite the catch.” he purred, stepping closer. “a siren. i’ve heard tales, but never thought i–”
you didn’t wait for his monologue.
you opened your mouth and sang.
the haunting tune erupted from your throat, latching onto the pirates around you like a whip. the men on top of you faltered immediately, their grip loosening as their eyes went glassy. one by one they rose, stumbling towards the edge like sleepwalkers, their souls wishing to be one with the sea.
but not him. rafayel’s jaw clenched, his fists tightened.
you saw the battle in his eyes, how he was fighting the pull of your song. and he was strong, somehow preserving a part of his consciousness, staggering towards you to stop your melodious massacre.
“stop... this...” he gritted out between clenched teeth, body toppling over you, shaky hand reaching for your throat.
to block your airpipe. to silence you for good.
your song changed.
the melody shifted, became something more intimate. you poured every ounce of your being into it, weaving a spell of desire so potent it would drown any man’s reason.
rafayel’s calloused fingers found your throat, but instead of squeezing, they caressed.
“sing... ngh– not.” he breathed, his pupils dilating, his determination faltering.
soon, you watched the last of his resistance crumble, his dual-colored eyes eaten alive by his lustful pupils. his captain prowess seeped away, replaced by loud, carnal desire — his hand abandoned your throat and traveled lower, his palm finding your netted breast to squeeze.
“ah, my treasure.”
the crew had already thrown themselves overboard. you heard their bodies hit the water, heard them call out for you even as the waves swallowed them. you should have stopped singing, but you didn’t, needing rafayel to remove the net.
so your voice increased, wrapping around him like chains, and you saw his brain melting away to nothing but pure, shameless need.
“take the net off.” you commanded between notes, your voice a sultry murmur. “fearsome captain, claim your catch…”
he groaned at your words, his hand pulling at the ropes around your breast, his fingers feeling around your stiffening nipples.
“yes... yes, gods, yes...”
“take more.” you sang, and he obeyed like a puppet, removing the net across your upper body.
but instead of continuing down your frame, instead of discarding the caging ropes completely, he ignored the rest in favor of satiating his hunger. both hands were on your chest again, squeezing and groping, pinching and twisting your sensitive skin.
your song wavered, interrupted by his ministration, moans threatening to spill from your lips; but you went on, adamant in setting yourself free.
“my treasure, mine, mine, mine…”
rafayel was completely overtaken by lust, brain clouded with only one mission — to satisfy his bodily desires with the woman in front of him. yet you didn’t expect him to lean forward and part his lips, wishing to engulf your mouth into a hot and passionate kiss.
“wait, no–” you protested as his mouth crashed on you, silencing your seductive song and efficiently cutting down the spell’s effects.
but you acted fast, moving your free arms and shoving them in his lilac locks, redirecting his hungry lips somewhere else.
and, as your seductive voice boomed again, his mouth latching onto your bare breasts, sucking and biting and owning you just like he wanted. unconsciously, his hips rutted against your roped tail, tenting pants scraping against your sensitive scales.
“please... please, i need...” he panted against your skin, head lolling to one side as he squeezed your chest.
“that’s right.” you cooed, fingers threading through his hair.
the song never stopped, even as your voice grew heavy with arousal.
“bare me, captain. take me in your arms.”
“i need... you... yes, take you… with me.” he choked out, reason and desire battling in his mind. but the rational side was weaker, bending to your commands.
the dumbification took hold completely — he was a powerless man now, a vessel for lust.
you chuckled, low and throaty, slightly amused at how easily it was to conquer the captain of the pirate ship.
“please, captain. i cannot wait any longer.” you added, irking him more.
that did it for him.
he was looking down at your trapped tail, at the gleamy iridescent scales, but he saw a perverted reality: you somehow had legs, soft and bare, blocked by a suspicious net. those tightly linked ropes needed to be removed so he could obtain what he wanted.
so he could fulfill both of your wishes.
“off, off, off, off.” he repeated like a broken man as he ripped the net away from your body with his bare hands, roughing up his skin even further from the friction. but he didn't seem to perceive the pain, focused on attaining full claim over you.
“good, very good.” you praised throughout your song, pleased with the rapid pace with which he freed you.
and when he was ready to dip down and dive into you again, lips already chasing yours, you linked your arms around his neck, forcing his ear to be leveled with your mouth. and for your final command, almost whispered like a secret, you begged the captain to take you to his room, to consummate in the privacy of his chambers.
“of course, my treasure.” he mused back, still hypnotized, detaching himself from your body for a moment only to slide his arms around your torso and tail.
he was stronger than he looked, managing to pick you up from the deck and walk towards the body of the lulling vessel.
what he didn't — or couldn’t — account for was the proximity to the edge of the ship… or how you would press your lips against his one last time before jumping away into the waters.
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can i ask for a nerd! roommate! rafayel with noncon plsss
nerd! roommate! rafayel x reader with noncon
a/n. sorry for the wait! you sent so many lovely ideas, but i think we need a subby nerdy raf in our life rn! thank you for requesting this! hope you enjoy ❤️
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you always knew your roommate as a shy, blushing mess. rafayel, with his glasses perpetually sliding down his nose and his shirts one size too big, could barely stammer out a “good morning” without his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. heck, he’d trip over his own feet if you so much as smiled at him from across the living room.
it was endearing. and… tempting to corrupt.
tonight, you found him at his desk, surrounded by scattered notes and the usual blue glow of his monitors.
“ohh, roommieee.” you cooed, leaning against the back of his gaming chair. he jumped, almost dropping his mouse from his hand, unaware you entered his room.
“got some yummy chocolate. y’want some?”
his eyes darted to you, dual-coloured orbs peering from beneath his glasses, then travelled to the small, innocent box in your hands.
“o–oh, um, s–sure. th–thanks.” he stuttered back, his fingers already trembling as he reached out.
but you… pulled the box back playfully.
“let me.” was all you said, popping the lid open. the scent of chocolate filled the stuffy air, dominating whatever other flavours the sweet pieces had.
you pinched a nicely square one between your thumb and forefinger, bringing it to his lips.
“say ahhhh.”
his breath hitched, adam’s apple bobbing at the offer. he looked at the chocolate, then at your face, assessing the situation, before finally, obediently, parting his lips. you slipped the piece inside, making sure your thumb brushed against his soft lower lip.
he gasped, a tiny, sharp inhale, and you saw his pants tighten almost instantly.
fuck, he was so delicious.
“g–good.” he whispered his verdict, offering an awkward thumbs-up.
but you didn’t really care about that.
over the next hour, you made sure to give him more chocolate. you sat on the edge of his bed, feeding him piece after piece. your thumb grazed his lips every time, testing the waters. as time passes, you lingered more and more, watching him swallow tightly or lick his lips nervously.
and he didn’t suspect a thing — the recommended dose on the chocolate package was three. you had lost count after ten.
his glasses fogged up. his breathing turned ragged, each exhale turned a shaky moan. he was sweating, skin now a blushing red.
“i–i feel... weird.” he announced, his voice thick and strangled, brain turning to mush from the chocolate. his hips were shifting uncomfortably in his chair, his hand pressing subtly against his straining sweatpants.
hiding. avoiding.
“good weird?” you asked, your voice a low purr, taking in the state rafayel was in.
oh, you were gonna have so much fun.
you finally stood up from the bed and walked towards him, dropping the empty chocolate box on the ground. moving your hands to your skirt and hiking it up your hips.
“i–i don’t kno– ughhh.”
he whined, his eyes going wide as he pieced together your actions, observing the way your skirt was letting more and more bare skin be shown. “what d–did you...”
but he couldn’t finish, another moan ripping through him as you achieved your plan.
you straddled him, settling your weight onto his lap. your inner thighs were parted for him, skirt bunched at your waist, your sluttiest panties on display. he was, unintentionally, presenting his own… assets — the hard, insistent cock print trapped beneath was undeniable.
“fuck, a–am i seeing things?” he groaned out, feeling you grinding down slowly, pantie-clad pussy moving across his aching length.
“nuh huh, it’s aaaaall real.”
you mumbled, chuckling slightly at his reaction, and you reached down to his sweatpants. pulling the band down, away from his crotch, drool almost seeping through your lips as his cum-stained boxers greeted you.
he was squirming (away or into you? you didn’t really know), babbling some nonsense about carelessness and protection, barely keeping his eyes open as you freed his cock. it sprang free, hard and leaking, the tip flushed an angry red as it smacked back against his abs. you too were already soaked, your slickness dripping down onto his cock as you pushed your panties to the side.
without another word, you lifted your hips, positioning the wet lips of your pussy against his mushroomy tip, almost as if you were giving him a choice.
almost.
“w–wait, p–ple– ah–se…” he cried out, hands daring to grip at your hips. “i c–can’t... i’ll...” he was trembling violently, his nails digging into your plump skin.
but he wasn’t in charge. you were.
you leaned in, your lips brushing the shell of his ear — “take it like a good boy” — pressing your hips down and swallowing the first inch of his cock.
“y’wanna be my good boy, no?”
he whimpered, glasses slipping further down the slope of his nose at penetration. his hips bucked involuntarily, encouraged by the aphrodisiac, pushing more of his length into your tight, velvety walls.
“p–please... oh, god... i c–ca– ngh–’t take it.”
you sank down fully.
his back arched, head thrown back against his gaming chair, a choked scream caught in his throat. you felt his cock violently pulse as he knocked on your cervix, and then… rafayel unraveled, shooting his cum deep inside you.
his eyes rolled back, and with a final, shuddering breath, his head lolled to the side, his body going completely limp.
the nerd passed out.
“oh, baby…”
you looked down at his beautiful, unconscious face, his glasses barely hanging, his lips still parted. he was completely senseless, a ragdoll pinned beneath you.
at your mercy.
you planted your hands on his chest and began to move. feeling his cock, still hard from the aphrodisiac, and seeing the way his cum was frothing at the base with every thrust of your hungry pussy — your own climax wasn’t far off.
you fucked him harder, faster, using his body for your own pleasure. and somewhere along the way, between a heavy push against his cock and a sturdy rub from your own hand against your swollen clit, he awoken.
a moan, weak and confused, escaped his lips as he started to come back to consciousness. “w–what... i... ah, ah, ah–”
“shh.” you panted, not slowing your pace. “i’m almost ugh– there.”
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alright alright so after lots of yuna thunking i have come to this choice:
wizard!rafayel x scoundrel!reader + noncon
this is such a fun event to just get our lil brains thinking of potential mix and matches hehe ✨️🤭
wizard! rafayel x thief! reader + noncon
a/n. i love thief readerrrrr, thank you for requesting this! hope you enjoy ❤️
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the cold stone of the wizard’s tower pressed against your cheek as you lie sprawled on the floor, every muscle locked in an erring pause.
you could still feel the scorching sting of the shattered vial against your hand, still smell the acrid tang of whatever foul concoction splashed on you.
it had burned for a moment, and then — nothing.
just the terrifying, absolute stillness that had engulfed your entire body as you dropped down like dead meat.
you couldn’t move.
your eyes, always two curious orbs, freely roamed the shadows of the cluttered tower, but your body remained stagnant.
shit, shit–
worst of all, footsteps were approaching you.
they were leisure: delicate feet on worn cobblestones, a soft rustle of long fabric. you couldn’t turn your head to see, but you already knew who descended from the upper levels.
“well, well.” purred a voice, low and smooth. “what do we have here?”
rafayel, the owner of the wizard tower.
you saw him before at the night market, browsing the stalls, while you were busy pitpocketing unassuming civilians.
you were familiar with his sharp jaw, charming, dual eyes, the long purple hair that fell gracefully on his shoulders. but you never interacted... until now.
rafayel was crouching down next to your body, his expression a mix between annoyance and dark amusement. his rosy lips curved upwards, seemingly enjoying the predicament you were in.
“a thief…” he murmured, tilting his head. “in my tower. how delightful.” with a flick of his wrist, a vial shard floated closer to his nose, allowing him to identify the potion.
his eyes, drowning in recognition, jumped to yours.
“oh, sweetie, you’ll be stuck like that for hours. maybe a day.” chuckling, he set the shard down with another elegant movement. “troublesome woman.”
“ughm– h–mpl.”
you tried to speak, but only fractures of words came out. you tongue refused to articulate, staying limp against your teeth.
“what was that? help?” rafayel puffed, lazily tracing a circling pattern with his fingers in the air. in front of your eyes, the broken vial was put back together, gleaming with a pink aura. “don’t think so, sweetie.”
he was mocking you. repairing the vial, but refusing to repair you.
“you’ve tried to rob me…” in a singsong tone, he summarized your intentions, pointing at your obviously bulging pockets. “and now you want my help? for free?”
“mujda– svyu.”
“ah–ah, that’s not fair.”
“hkjssyby!”
he laughed at your incoherence, his lavender hair brushing your temple as he leaned down. “you know... i might be persuaded. if you apologize first.”
what? apologize? you couldn’t even close your mouth properly, let alone form a coherent sentence.
“oh, don’t look so panicked.” he added, wiggling his own elegant fingers, as if warming them up. “there’s a solution. since your tongue is useless, i’ll need to wake it up.”
before you could process his words, his hand was at your lips. two long fingers pressed past the slack seam of your mouth, sliding against your motionless tongue. a shimmer of soft pink light bloomed from his fingertips, creating a tingling sensation.
“there.” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded, focused on the movement of his fingers. “now, apologize.”
the magic buzzed against your tongue, but no words formed. only a pathetic groan escaped your throat.
so his fingers pushed deeper, curling slightly, pressing down on the flat of your tongue. then he thrusted them slowly, in and out of your helpless mouth. saliva began to pool out, staining his knuckles, dribbling down your chin.
and you couldn’t do anything.
you could only lie there, tears of humiliation pricking at your eyes, as he fucked your mouth with his fingers.
“hmm.” he hummed, examining you, stopping the pinkish burst of magic at once. “it’s not taking. the paralysis is deeper than i thought.”
he pulled his fingers out slowly, a glistening line of saliva connecting him to your lower lip. he stared at it for a moment, and his expression shifted — something hungrier took over.
“i suppose.” he said at last, his voice dropping an octave. almost threateningly. “i’ll have to use something with a bit more... reach.”
and with that, you watched, frozen, as he unfastened the front of his robes. the soft fabric parted, allowing his cock to spring free. it was long and already half-hard, the head flushed a deep rose.
he started stroking himself shamelessly, his gaze never leaving your face.
taking in the fear in your eyes.
“don’t worry, sweetie.” he whispered, moving to kneel over your head. “i will take care of you.”
no, no, no–
he guided the head of his cock to your parted lips.
you couldn’t refuse. you could only stare up at him, orbs glimmering terrified, as he pushed inside.
the stretch was palpable. he was thicker than his fingers, and the taste of him flooded your numbed senses. he made sure you felt him, thrusting forward hard, bullying all his length into your mouth.
the tip bumped against the back of your throat soon after.
“oh, fuck.” he breathed, his hand coming up to grip the back of your head, clutching your hair. his hips began to move instantly. “that’s it.”
he was fucking your face.
with every thrust, his cock pushed past your paralyzed tongue, slick with saliva and precum. tears streamed freely down your cheeks now, joining the mixture frothing at your mouth.
rafayel was using your mouth to chase his own pleasure. and you could do nothing.
nothing.
“it’s so wet and warm.” his hips stuttered, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder. “s–shit.”
between moans and groans, he pushed deeper at once, his cock lodging in your throat; and he stayed there. suddenly, hot, bitter spurts flooded the back of your throat, and you had no choice but to swallow his thick load.
“you broke in…” he rasped between gasps, his hips snapping forward one last time. “so i broke in too.”
and as he pulled out, admiring how his cock was slick with your saliva and his cum, he muttered:
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Vampire rafayel x princess reader with knifeplay ahhhhhh 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈
vampire! rafayel x princess! reader x knife play
a/n. allusions to arranged marriage! your honour, they are husband and wife! thank you for requesting this! hope you enjoy ❤️
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the moonlight spilled through the arched windows of rafayel’s chamber, casting silver pools across the castle floor.
you had secretly memorized the path to his quarters over the past weeks, ignoring the words of the servants to not venture into your husband’s wing without his permission.
so now you were in his chamber. your heart hammered against your ribs, but your hand remained steady around the hilt of the silver knife hidden behind your thin nightgown.
you were not afraid of him.
that was what you told yourself as you padded across the room, closer to where he was resting. that was what you told yourself, foolishly, when an inexplicably hot sensation had taken root the night you’d watched him sink his fangs into a maid’s neck.
barely hidden by the hallway’s curtains, she had moaned loudly, her fingers threading through his purple hair as he drank, her eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy.
you were not afraid of... the monster.
that was what you told yourself then as you stormed to your chambers, heart thumping increasingly due to — what you assumed — was fear.
now, you crept towards the big, slumbering coffin.
black velvet lined the interior, and there he was — rafayel, your arranged husband of two months.
his chest rose and fell with barely registered breaths, his white shirt hanging open to reveal his pale torso. rafayel was beautiful beyond compare, but also dangerous, that pleasant face hiding the cruelties of a violent beast.
you had to end him.
so you climbed into the coffin, your thighs parting to encapsulate his, the warmth of your core settling against the firm muscle of his lower abdomen.
kill him, you reminded yourself.
you smoothed the shirt aside, baring more of his chest. the knife caught the moonlight as you raised it, the silver blade glinting–
his hands slid up your thighs.
you gasped, the sound sharp in the dead silent room. his fingers, graced with sharp nails, were cool beneath the silk, and they gripped your scorching flesh with confidence.
your gaze snapped to his face just as his eyes opened — a pale blue, gleaming in the moonlight.
a slow smile curved his lips, and you saw the villainous tips of his fangs.
“good evening, princess.” he purred, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on your inner thighs teasingly. “to what do i owe the pleasure at such an hour? and armed, no less.”
the knife trembled in your grip. “i came to k–”
“to kill me?” he laughed softly, completing your sentence. “did you, now? i don’t recall climbing onto one’s lap being a killing technique.”
his fingers crept higher, brushing the edge of your undergarments. you flinched slightly, embarrassed, face flushing deeper at his reaction.
“ah, you’re trembling. how adorable.”
“i’m not afraid of you.” you whispered, but your body was stating otherwise — quivering, blushing, desiring.
“i know.” his voice dropped lower, more serious. “so tell me, wife– why are you here, knife in hand, straddling your vampire husband in his coffin?”
the blade lowered an inch. your lip caught between your teeth.
“i saw you.” you spat out in one breath. “with the maid. i watched you feed.”
his eyebrows rose, his insufferable grin returning. “and that inspired you to murder?”
“you’re a monster.”
rafayel’s hands stilled on your thighs. for a long second, he simply looked at you, his eyes searching your face, looking into the rhythms of your heart. a second pulsing sound blessed his ears, booming at a frequency only registered by him, coming from between your thighs.
oh, his poor wife. did she feel… neglected?
“and you are jealous–” he concluded out loud, earning an offended gasp from you. “of a blood maid.”
he sat up, leaning against the coffin wall, and the movement brought your faces inches apart. his breath ghosted across your lips, whispering a damning question.
“you wish to replace her, princess?”
rafayel plucked the knife from your limp fingers, twisting it in the moonlight, admiring the sharp blade.
“i wished to be gentle.” he mused. “to respect your human body.” his free hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing across your lower lip. “but you do not want that.”
before you could confirm, he dragged the flat of the blade down your arm, the metal cold against your feverish skin. then he tilted the knife and pressed just hard enough to part the surface of your flesh.
you hissed at the sting.
a thin line of blood welled up along your forearm, ruby in the moonlight. rafayel’s eyes fixed on it, his pupils dilating until the colour was nearly swallowed. he lifted your arm to his mouth, and his tongue swept across the wound in one long stroke.
all while watching you.
the sensation was electric.
his tongue was cool and soft, and the smell of copper bloomed between you. he groaned against your skin, raw and hungry, causing your hips to jerk against his lap. the friction sent a spike of pleasure through you both, two sounds of pleasure vibrating in the room.
“delicious.” he breathed against your arm, lips bloody. “you taste divine, my wife.”
his free hand found your hips once more, guiding you into a slow, grinding rhythm against him. the coarse fabric of his pants rubbed against your clothed pussy, and you whined shamelessly.
your body picked up the pace, rolling against him as he lapped at the cut on your arm, his fangs scraping against your wound.
“i wanted you unmarked.” he murmured, cutting your skin once more, digging deeper with the knife. “safe. away from my curse.”
his eyes were glued to the fresh reddish liquid that cascaded over your arm, adam’s apple bobbing with want.
“but you crave me. my bite.”
you dug your fingers into his shoulders, nails biting into pale flesh, as he slurped up the new wound, licking the blood like a starved man. the coffin creaked beneath you both, each roll of your hips pressing your clit against the print of his cock.
“ah, ugh– raf–”
he watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, reddened mouth stopping against your stained skin, choosing to drink in the lustful state you were in — pupils blown, thighs trembling, that coil in your belly ringing louder than ever.
“you’re beautiful like this.” he cooed, his tongue darting out to catch the bubbling drops of blood. “i could drink from you every night. would you like that?”
“yes.” you whimpered, nodding your head desperately.
his hand tightened on your side, his fingers sharp into your soft flesh. the silver knife was dropped on the floor, clattering against the stone — no longer needed.
“shall your husband indulge in a bite?”
“gods, yes. please, bite me. mark me, husband.”
and he did, cool hands dragging the neckline of your gown down, his lips finding the juncture on your neck. spreading his bloody saliva with his tongue, he marked the spot before piercing your skin with his fangs.
just like the blood maid, your hand jumped in his hair, pulling at the roots as rafayel drank hefty gulps of blood. you could hear his moans of pleasure as he took in your flavor, and you could hear your own being crashing down from the intense feeling, hips speeding up against him.
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yandere roommate!rafayel x reader and knife play omgomgomgomgomg
like in the kitchen or smth
HONEY I LOVE YOU MWAH
yandere! roommate! rafayel x reader with knife play
a/n. happy very belated birthday, my dear emmy! i don't remember writing knife play before, so i hope this is good... thank you for requesting! ❤️
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the argument had already stretched for ten minutes, which for your roommate, rafayel, meant you were in need of a hands-on demonstration that will surely get through your naïve brain.
“you’re not going out without me.”
he repeated, his voice suspiciously calm as he leaned against the doorframe of your shared apartment. his arms crossed over his chest, sharp eyes tracking your every movement as you slipped on your boots.
adamant in ignoring him and his unceasing possessiveness worries.
you rolled your eyes, zipping up your second boot, and immediately patted the large pocket of your oversized jeans. “i have the butterfly knife you gave me here, remember? i can take care of myself.”
alone. without you. you wanted to say, but you bit down on your lips, choosing to keep quiet.
choosing not to stir something you weren’t sure you could take on. rafayel was too unpredictable and you weren’t confident he’d spiral into something pleasant for you.
“ha, ha, is that what you really think?”
before you could retort, he swiftly closed the distance. his hand slipped into your pocket with ease, and when he pulled back, the butterfly knife was already spinning between his long fingers.
the silver blade caught the dim light of the foyer, gleaming like a threat between your two bodies.
“rafayel–”
“see this?” he asked, and the shift in his voice sent a shiver down your spine.
that was the tone he used when he was up to no good. the tone that made your tummy coil with something you’d never admit out loud, a mixture between anxiety and lust.
“how easy it was to disarm you?”
“yeah, but you knew wher–” he grasped your dominant wrist, ignoring any possible argument you could muster up.
his grip on you was firm but not painful, just enough to pass the handle of the knife into your palm. you thought he was surrendering, returning the blade to you and letting you go... but his hand covered yours, fingers intertwining with your own around the knife.
“you hold it like this.” he said softly, his breath warm against your ear, pressing into your body and minimizing the proximity even more. “and then you...”
rafayel guided your hand upwards, the sharp tip of the blade pressing against the clenched line of his jaw.
“ah, wait–”
you watched, baffled, as he dragged the knife along the curve of his face, then down the column of his neck, dancing with the cool metal over his adam’s apple towards the base of his throat.
“like this…” his voice was a low rasp, tinged with something primal, clearly enjoying it. “but you have to press harder, draw blood.”
your mouth went dry at the ordeal before you, but your panties got wet. the position was somehow intimate, wrong in a way that made your thighs press together, made your knees turn into jelly.
seeing your own hand, covered by his larger one, pointing a knife at his throat...
so dangerous yet so hot.
it almost felt like foreplay.
“i–i don’t want to hurt anyone.” you whispered, but the words came out as stutters. your nervousness was palpable, but so was your eagerness.
rafayel only chuckled, as if anticipating such a mellow answer. as if hoping for such a weak response.
“bad, bad girl.”
he tutted, releasing your palm and stepping back with the knife in his hand. you exhaled, half relieved, certain this was all he wanted to prove, half upset the charade didn’t develop into something more... private.
but rafayel never disappoints.
“remember: they will always want to hurt you...”
his free fingers hovered over the nicely tied ribbon between your boobs, the flimsy material that kept together your entire top and protected you from public indecency.
“raf, what are you–”
the knife sliced through the fabric like it was butter, blade pointing downwards throughout the sudden movement.
nicking your delicate skin.
you felt the cool kiss of metal before the stinging sensation of the cut; your top felt it too, parting obscenely in front of your roommate’s eyes, now two halves hanging uselessly from your shoulders.
your breasts were out and bare, greeting rafayel’s hungry gaze.
“like this, cutie.”
you gasped, instinctively bringing your arms up to cover yourself, but he caught your wrists again. gathering both with one arm and pinning them down, forcing your tits to smush together from the pressure.
“those bastards outside will do bad things to you.” he spat, annoyed, as if he wasn’t performing in a similar manner just now.
but it was okay for him to do it, he thought — you definitely liked it.
“ngh– ah– raf–”
the tip of the knife traced your sternum first, generating an army of goosebumps all over you skin. then he dragged it upwards, agonizingly slow, until the tip grazed the underside of your left breast.
“they will hurt you. take advantage of you.”
he traced circle after circle around your areola, pressing just enough to break skin, just enough to graze the sensitive area and leave reddish scratches.
your nipple tightened slowly, pebbling under his ministration, and a harsh whine escaped your throat as you felt him drag the knife down in a straight line.
drawing the left leg of an R.
“…take what’s mine.”
rafayel rasped, and you could feel his pulsing anger in the way he handled the knife, pushing it harsher and drawing a well-defined cut on the side of your breast.
beautifully completing his initial.
fuck, you were so gorgeous like this.
“you want that to happen, cutie? want those bastards to have you?”
his eyes, darkened with possessiveness and carnal desire, flickered up to yours, waiting for an answer.
waiting for you to accept the claim he put on you.
and when you muttered back a weak “no”, adjoined by gasps and moans, he leaned in. sticking his tongue out and licking the pebbling blood of his R in one swift swipe.
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hihi! i saw ur raf event and im not sure if theres any more spots left gulp but if there is, can you maybe do a prince! raf x princess! reader with brat taming? or prince! raf x angel! reader with dumbification? 😓😇thank you again and i really enjoy your page! 💖
prince! rafayel x princess! reader x brat taming
a/n. this is the only request with brat taming, thanks a lot for picking it! this can be read as fake dating (the king ships you two). thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy ❤️
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the silk bindings around your wrists and ankles were the perfect oxymoron — soft and luxurious, yet caging and durable. you tugged against them again and again, a futile gesture that only made the posts of your canopy bed creak in protest.
your expensive ball dress, so bedazzled and ornate, was bunched around your waist, leaving your bare legs exposed to the cool night air and, more damningly, to his gaze.
rafayel stood at the foot of the bed, the sheer embodiment of frustration. he was still in his formal wear from the ball, a tailored suit that matched your gown, not a single hair out of place. he looked like he had just stepped out of a portrait, forever the infuriatingly charming prince…
not an ounce of evidence to indicate that he just finished binding you to your bed.
the glint in his eyes gave his intentions away, that genteel sparkle long lost and replaced by something more dangerous. it was predatory, a dark amusement that made your stomach tumble, your legs shake.
“well, princess.” he drawled out, his voice far from the polite, long-suffering tone he’d used all night with you and the guests.
he walked slowly around the bed, his fingers trailing along the carved wood of the posts, like a predator circling his prey. “it seems we find ourselves in a rather… delicate situation.”
he chuckled, an unnerving sound that barely explored the immense anger he was feeling.
you glared at him, your pride a blazing fire even as your heart hammered against your ribs.
“this is an outrage, rafayel! untie me this instant! my father will have your head for this!”
your breath hitched.
“your father? the same man who practically begged me to escort you tonight? i think he’d be more likely to thank me.”
he stopped beside your left leg, his gaze traveling slowly, shamelessly, from your ankle, bound to the post, up the smooth curve of your calf, to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
“you’ve been a menace tonight.” he continued, his voice dropping treacherously low, as he pinched at his gloves, discarding them at the foot of the bed. “ordering me around, stepping on my shoes, making a spectacle of us at the ball. you thought it was a fun, didn’t you?”
his bare hand came to rest on your naked calf, claiming a place only your maids touched before.
“such unruly behaviour has consequences.”
his hand slid higher, and he gave the soft skin of your inner thigh a sharp, stinging slap. you gasped, with shock and indignation, and that mere noise brought satisfaction to his lips. your body jerked against the restraints, trying to escape once more, but there was nowhere to go.
“tonight, you will be reminded of your manners.” his fingers danced up your leg, teasing and taunting, before he delivered another sharp slap to your other thigh.
“you think you can behave like a brat and hide behind your title?” he murmured, his thumb tracing a slow circle over the now-tingling spot he’d slapped, caressing it with faux concern.
“you’re wrong.” he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.
you bit your lip, refusing to cry out, but a traitorous little whimper escaped you anyway. your skin felt hot, and the area between your legs, although still clothed, was growing unbearably damp.
you hated rafayel. you hated the way he could see right through you, the way he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
and he noticed. his smile widened, lips showing a wicked curvature.
“getting a little… agitated, are we?” he whispered, his gaze flickering down to your slick undergarments. “that’s the point. i’m going to keep you right on the edge, princess. i’m going to tease and torment you until you give me what i want.”
he pinched the tender skin of your upper thigh, just where it met your hip, and you jolted, a full cry finally escaping your lips.
“w–what… what do you want?” you gasped, the words foreign in your throat.
you’ve never cared about his wants before.
he knelt on the bed, between your parted legs, his face now level with your restrained form. he looked up at you, his eyes darkened by obvious enjoyment; he loved the current power imbalance, the scale finally tilted in his favor.
“i want you to apologize. i want to hear you say that you are a minx, and that you will never treat me with such disrespect again.”
“ngh–”
“i want you to mean it, princess.”
his fingers, gently cruel, began to trace light, infuriating patterns on the insides of your thighs, coming closer and closer to your aching cunt, before steering away at the very last moment. you bucked your hips up, trying to chase his touch, desperate for a dash of friction.
“ah, ah, ah.” he tutted softly, his fingers stilling. “that’s not the game we’re playing now. you don’t get to dictate the rules.”
and with that, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your knee, earning another sultry whimper from your bitten lips.
“now, are you ready to apologize? or should i continue?”
he saw the conflict in your eyes and merely raised an eyebrow, waiting for your decision. unbeknown to you, his curious thumb found the growing wet patch of your undergarment and, with a barely-there press, rafayel made you arch your back beautifully, away from the bed.
you were trembling, inside and outside, caught between your stubborn pride and the screaming arousal between your legs. although he always did your bidding, playing the dutiful prince, he was capable of taking full control of you.
the power he now held, the vulnerability he had forced upon you — it was intoxicating and terrifying in equal measure.
but he withdrew instantly, leaving you shuddering and dissatisfied, squirming in pain.
“aw, poor princess...” he murmured, his voice dripping with false pity. “what will it be, hm?”
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