4oktzu

[4oktzu]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ teasing sensitive rafayel

finding out his pretty noises when you touch him mmmm this is so messy i apologize but this is so raf

on these silent, cold nights, when hes unusually quiet and vulnerable—a stark contrast to his usual chatty self—you find yourself cherishing these moments of intimacy.

who wouldve guessed a few glasses of wine could quiet him down this much? he rests against the armrest of the sofa, and you sit comfortably on his lap. your hand gently caressing his back as he leans in, resting his chin on your shoulder. his eyes are closed in contentment as he nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck, his soft violet hair brushes against your cheek, and you cant help but giggle at his actions.

“what..” he mumbles softly against your skin, placing delicate kisses along your neck.

you tighten your grip on him and rest your chin on his shoulder. “nothin.. youre just so.. cute like this yknow?”

“mnn, am i..?” he sighs softly, barely lifting his lips as his kisses trail just beneath your ear.

no petty comebacks? no bratty defenses? just pure affection and neediness left in him. so cute. so so fucking cute.

god, everything he does sends you into cute aggression overdrive. how lucky you are to have such a pretty kitty beneath you. like a light bulb flicking on in your mind, your hands begin to wander across his back.

sensitive, he twitches at the sudden movement—but doesn’t pay it much mind, settling back to rest his chin on your shoulder, breaths steadying in your warmth.

you on the other hand, had other things in mind. hands trailing down his back, lingering just above the hem of his shirt, finally slipping under his shirt.

he gasps, eyes snapping open at your touch. your warm hands roam his back, and his breathing goes heavy, uneven, as he wonders what you’re doing. slowly, you rake your hands up, fingers spreading to trace the dips of his back.

“your.. hands hha.. are on my back," he whines, almost like a question, his grip tightening on your back.

"they are?.. m’just warming you up.. nothin else" you whisper right into his ear, nuzzling just below it. your nose settling into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

he shivers, back twitching as your warm breaths tickle his skin. soft whines escape his lips, fingers crumpling your shirt. your hands not slowing down either, roaming his back, fingers pressing into his spine.

"one.. two.. three" you tease, fingers inching upward, counting the bones of his spine.

"it- tickles..” he barely cuts himself off, back arching as you brush a sensitive spot. his forehead drops to your shoulder, breath shaky.

"it tickles?" you murmur, pausing at the top of his back. he nods against you, letting out a quiet whine.

"ah.. just tickles? nothin else?" your hand slips to his side, sliding up toward his chest—thumb grazing his nipple.

"ngh" his body jolts, head snapping up as his eyes fly wide, suprised by his own noise that came out.

both of you freeze. your hand coming to a halt, eyes wide open at what just happend. your mind whites out. fuck. he sounds so pretty.

"wait wait wait—" panicked, he gently pushes out the hug with one hand, the other covering his flushed face as he retreats into the armrest.

you snap him out his trance, pulling his arm away to reveal a blushy mess, avoiding your gaze. turning his head to face you, he returns to look back at you,

"do that again raf."

[4oktzu]

okay omg i just wanted to come on here and say i REALLY REEEALLY love your display like i think i nut a little every time i open ur blog cus rafayel is just so. just so. just.

omg hi THANK UU! glad to hear that ur brain also circuits whenever u see rafayel’s face card #real

[4oktzu]

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subtle things about situationship caleb that turns you on

heol… caleb brainrot so strong it got to the rafayel blog

⭑ how he casually gets piercings like it’s a pastime hobby, especially when he switches the ones in his ears for black ones. not to mention the way your knees went weak when he came home with an industrial piercing.

⭑ the way he takes off one side of his headphones to answer when you call him with a soft “yeah?” and you hear his taste in nu-metal music leaking through the speakers.

⭑ his veiny hands. never failing to put you in a daze whenever he slips on his set of black rings that perfectly sits on his long fingers, all while he chuckles noticing you stare at his hands the entire time he's getting ready.

⭑ how easily he answers math and physics questions when he sees you staring at your paper for too long. just a quick hum as he skims through the questions, before scribbling a detailed answer.

⭑ whenever you suddenly become hyper-aware of how big he is, how the same phone that barely fits in your hand just sits perfectly on his palm.

⭑ his nose. your brain fogging whenever he decides to wear his reading glasses, the frame sitting perfectly on top of his nose. his side profile sculpted to perfection.

⭑ whenever he toys with his dog tag necklace, your eyes wandering to his fingers, tracing down to his jaw, collarbone, and to his shoulders.

⭑ how despite his overprotective nature, always insisting on accompanying you everywhere, he still gives you the freedom to wear whatever you want when you head out for the night. he’d let you enjoy yourself from afar as he keeps his deep gaze on you the whole time.

“hmm, do you think it’s okay to wear this tonight?” you ask, turning to show him the back of your outfit.

“go on pretty. i can fight.”

[4oktzu]

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desperate kisser rafayel

intertidal zone rafayel im dizzy

theres nothing in this world he loves more than to simply kiss you. that motor mouth of his falling silent the moment his lips meet yours, his mind blanking as soon as he tastes your sweet lips, plush and plump—oh, how it drives him wild.

your back against the cold wall, his fingers intertwine with yours, pinning your hand beside your head as he deepens the kiss. the dimly lit room, hot air between each kiss contrasting against the chill room, the only thing he cares about right now is tasting every corner of your lips.

guilty, you’re not one to decline him when hes at this state. all desprate and needy for you as muffled whines threaten to come out. the kiss starting to become open mouthed and sloppy, tounges barely fighting for dominance as you happily let him devour you.

the lewd sounds of your lips meeting only drive his brain to short-circuit even further, his hand releasing yours to caress your cheek as he pushes himself deeper into the kiss.

your hands instinctively wrap around his neck as you give him what he so desperately craves.

“thought you had business to attend?” you tease during the brief moment he pulls away to catch his breath. his fingers hook beneath your jaw, pulling you back in, barely managing to say a word before he's kissing you again.

“mmnha… mdunno-“ he quickly retorts. brain foggy and utterly needy, hardly breaking off the kiss before diving back in

you chuckle, your fingers trailing up to his nape before tugging at his hair, pulling him away from your lips. a string of saliva connects to his glossy lips as he whines, almost letting out a sob at the loss of contact.

“do you like kisses this much?” you say just below a whisper, faces still inches apart, hot breathes between you.

“yes... please” he breathes one last time before his lips crash back into yours.

[4oktzu]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ texts between you and collage au fwb rafayel

having some fun with the pretty boy in your art class

lowkey just a self indulgent blurb bc as chronically online he is in game, i imagine him just being a chill-nonchalant little guy

[4oktzu]

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your rafayel thats just too pretty for his own good

inspired by this tik tok n now my heads dizzy thinking abt raf

how can such an artist be a work of art himself? those amethyst eyes drowning you in their depths. that nose, like it was carved by michelangelo himself. and those lips—oh, those lips—pink like cherries, shining like a licked lollipop, tasting as sweet as one too.

a beauty so delicate, like a greek statue you’re too afraid to touch. and yet here he was, all flushed, beads of sweat on his skin from a long, long night.

caged beneath him, you lay there, eyes scanning his face, admiring every inch. you lift your hand to gently trace his cheek, your finger gliding up the bridge of his nose, stopping just under his eye. he closes his eyes at the touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

“such a pretty boy, raf…” you whisper, your thumb slowly caress his cheek as you take in every detail of his face. “so sweet and delicate…” hand moving across his face, teasing. “might break you if im not careful now” you push your palm across his cheek, his head turning, giving him a gentle slap.

he whines, breath heavy, as his eyes open. he grabs your wrist, guiding your hand back to his cheek, nuzzling into your palm. his eyes momentarily closing before he looks at you again hazily

“hha.. m’all yours, touch me, cmon slap me, break me.”

[4oktzu]

pretty sounding rafayel who’s blissfully unaware how much it turns you on

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sat across his lap, you dive into the crooks of his neck, placing light kisses and slowly tracing circles with your tongue, nipping at his skin before finally giving him a sharp bite just below his ear.

he shakes, pathetic whines leaving his mouth as his chest rises with heavy breathing. he tries his best to hold his noises, but failing as the silent night only enhances those needy whines of his even more.

oh, how this drives you insane. just like a siren's call; his heavenly sounds fall perfectly into your ears, a melody so feathery yet so full of need, all escaping from his sweet lips with warm breaths, basically pleading, begging you to touch him more.

you exhaled a small sigh into his neck, the warm air causing him to let out yet another whine from his throat. electric shocks running through your spine from just his noises.

you rise from your position, admiring how much of a mess you’ve got him underneath you. laid out all beautifully just for you, his hair messily spread across the backrest of the couch.

his shut eyes opens, half-lidded and hazy, his face basically displaying “please touch me more, please please please” thats clouding his head with such desperation as he looks up at you.

“fuck, raf... gonna to record you and play it over and over again so you hear how angelic you sound to me.”