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trigger warning for pregnancy and stuff :) enjoy happy caleb x mc / you with kiddos!

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A soft smile etched onto your lips — the back porch light illuminating your expression. Jasper, the oldest of your twin boys, attempting his best to knock Caleb down. Despite being so little and the youngest, Nova clung onto Caleb’s neck, hiding her pouting face in his skin.

“Alright, alright!” Caleb huffed out a breath, gently pushing both Jasper and Archie away from him. “Me and Nova are gonna check up on mommy and your sibling… Get the rest of your energy out, kiddos.” He leaned down, ruffling Archie’s hair playfully.

You remained seated on the swing, hand placed over your stomach and soothingly rubbing it. Caleb had padded over — even with the weight of your sleeping toddler daughter combined with his own. He nearly collapsed atop of you — his large hand instinctively splaying over your pregnant belly.

Your sons had been in the process of tackling each other, mimicking wrestling moves they had seen on television. Your eyes narrow and you swat at Caleb’s bicep, making sure not to startle or awaken Nova.

“I blame you for this. Watching wrestling with them and all.” Your voice has an undertone of teasing, no actual bite there.

Caleb merely smirks, his cheeks dimpling while one large hand rubs at Nova’s back while the other gently rubs circles on the swell of your stomach. “Whaaaat? It’s a rite of passage for boys their age. I don’t see you hollering at ‘em, so it can’t be all that naughty..” The pad of his fingertips brush over your navel, the sound of your sons’ laughter filling your ears.

He shifts a bit, cradling Nova to his chest. His index finger taps along your stomach. “Besides… If the little one here is a girl like I’m hoping, we’re gonna have to expect a whole lotta hair pullin’. God, my head just hurts thinking about all the times you yanked my hair as a little girl..” Caleb let out an audible and dramatic wince.

You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes and rest your hand on top of Caleb’s. “I think you’re misremembering.. I was simply just doing your hair because Gran hid my dolls, so I had to use you as a test subject.. Plus, how could I help it?” You bat your eyelashes and give your best puppy eyes to Caleb. His amethyst eyes soften at the sight. “You just have the softest hair… Of course I’d wanna play with it.”

To emphasize your point, your hand reaches out — nails dragging along his scalp while massaging through his brunette tresses. Caleb lets out an audible whine, his head lulling down. Nova stirs in his arms, seemingly having fallen asleep against his shoulder.

Before he can reply, Jasper shouts out cheerfully. “Check out the latest aircraft design, engineered and created by mama and papa themselves!” He holds up Archie in his arms and over his shoulders. It’s almost laughable how identical Jasper is to Caleb — inheriting every feature of his father’s. Archie wiggles but makes no point of pushing his brother away. “Brrrrr! He might be small… But he’s aggressive! No pilots will wanna mess with him!”

Your eyes widen and your hand jerks away from Caleb’s scalp — maternal instincts seemingly fraying at the ends as you attempt to rise to your feet until Caleb places his large hand atop of your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“He’s a mini-me. He won’t drop him.” He says pridefully, a smirk etching onto his chapped lips. “Even if he’s a mini-me in some of the worst ways possible…” Despite his words, there’s no real bite to them.

Of course he’s referencing the fact that Jasper is obsessively attached to you. It’s so much so to the point where the other children and even Caleb himself struggles to manage their time with you. Jasper is a mama’s boy, through and through and there’s a part of you that loves that. Caleb gets to have a smaller version of you — Nova — while you both can have the best of both worlds, AKA Archie. Archie was a perfect blend of the two of you, with your hair color and Caleb’s eyes, as well as a mixture of your attitudes. Guaranteed, he was the more gullible and innocent sibling. You both joked how he was more like a puppy than a human being.

He nuzzles his head against your shoulder, placing a chaste kiss along your shoulder bone. Caleb can’t help but to inhale the scent radiating off of you — a lingering aroma of apple and cinnamon, his body-wash soap that you managed to steal wafting off of your skin. It makes his blood singe and turn ablaze — the knowledge that you will happily utilize the same stuff he does for yourself. It fills him with a pride unlike any other.

“I can’t wait to have you all to myself later.” Caleb sighs out, his amethyst eyes fluttering shut before rubbing the swell of your stomach once more. “And I don’t mean in the filthy ways your mind is probably conjuring up. Because shhhhh…” He clasps one hand over Nova’s ears, who’s already snoring in a manner that seems identical to her father’s.

You turn — positioning yourself on your side as you face Caleb. His gaze is as love struck as the first moment you confessed yourself. Amethyst eyes are softened and his freckled cheeks are seat ablaze with a longing you’ve never witnessed before. His lips are jutted out in a fake pout and he cannot help but to tenderly stroke your pregnant stomach, fingers snaking up the fabric of your shirt and running along your bare skin.

Before you can even reply, the sensation of Jasper’s arms thrown around your neck shakes you out of your thoughts, Caleb audibly groaning at the sight.

“Mama! You gotta lead us to bed and read a story! I’m getting sleepy..” He whines, doing the same exact pout that Caleb does. His hands are rubbing underneath his eyes while simultaneously clinging onto you. Archie stands behind him, hanging his head low.

Caleb tuts out a breath, shaking his head. “Come onnn… Come on. I’ll read Nova a story while you read your boys one, yeah?” He helps you up, a grin playing on his lips.

Your life feels like perfection. This is all you’ll ever need.

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thinking about dad!caleb and mc (you hehe) who will silently shut up your children. your kiddos are early birds just like their father who thrive early. so when they come pittering in your bedroom he immediately hushes them. he’s so furious with your kids (even if they are mini-you’s). caleb is the type to spend time in the early hours with your kids but waiting until youre up to make breakfast in bed for you

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thinking about dad + husband caleb hcs ;p hmmm.. to write them or not

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may or may not start opening up mini requests… even if its just to discuss hcs so feel free to send me ur thoughts or ideas <3 maybe i will write it most stuff is not off limits. i just love caleb and wanna hear what everyone says ^o^

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nsfw thoughts beloww :P tw for sex related injuries and such

imagining having to go to the hospital after having sex with caleb… i think it could go both ways, after practically forcing you on his face with his evol something happens but the entire time he’s smirking like a fool in the waiting room, not really feeling the pain in his neck or nose and instead feeling complete and utter pride. he dismisses your concern and worry, saying if there’s any way to go, it’d be from getting suffocated by you <3 even if you already lost him once lol

now, for the second… caleb is definitely huge, right? even after prepping and stuff i still think he’d be too massive. i think there’d be a possibility of hurting you / ur insides if he’s too rough. he literally feels awful and beats himself up soooo much over it no matter how much you reassure him, you find it hilarious almost. regardless he would never intentionally hurt you and he’s disgusted with himself even after reassuring him, he learns quick after that experience <3

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snippet for frat caleb x reader :p

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now why do i kind of want to make a fic of frat caleb or like caleb getting drunk for the first time and gideon calling mc bc of it…. taps my chin.

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🍎🐶 caleb relationship headcanons🍎🐶

my heart is now shared by both rafayel and caleb so i had to succumb to my desires and write headcanons for our favorite colonel… forgive me these are a bit rushed i wrote it in like 20 minutes i’ve been thinking about him waaaayyy too much!

a/n: i tried to make it gender neutral as possible. warnings for nsfw content, implied obsessive / yandere tendencies, alcohol mention, that’s all i can think… enjoy!!

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♡ — literally will drop almost anything he’s doing when he gets a text from you, whether it’s just simply chatting about your day or a new interest, or — better yet, inviting him over — he always responds and makes time for you.

♡ — even after graduating and heading off to the DAA, he still felt… intertwined, to say the least with you. as mentioned before, even in the brief absences between texts and phone calls, i feel like caleb definitely is the type to somewhat feel or understand what you’re feeling even while away. oh? you’re sad and depressed? that explains why caleb has been having kind of a shitty day without even knowing.

♡ — constantly fiddles with the necklace you had gifted him. it’s a habit, practically second nature to him. it especially helps him when his nerves are in overdrive.

♡ — this isn’t even a headcanon but gooood god did it piss him off somewhat when girls fawned over him. it wasn’t the girl's faults and he can’t really blame them it's just….. his heart has been dead set on you since the beginning. the only attention he thrives on is yours, whatever sort of attention even.

♡ — snuck one of your plushies away with him when he went off to pilots academy. he stashes it away whenever one of his guy friends (cause caleb never allows any girls in his dorm who aren’t you lol) stops by. he’s even freakier too, practically bathing it secretly in your perfume or body spray before he sneaks off to pack. it’s safe to say he sleeps with it almost every night.

♡ — when you do finally meet again whether during holidays or after he graduates, he sticks by your side almost constantly. regardless! he is respectful of your boundaries and will immediately retreat away if you seem even the slightest bit uncomfortable by it (that’s not to say he won’t sulk a bit. but he’ll do it in the comfort of privacy).

♡ — loves to cuddle and embrace you, fucking thrives on that shit. pre-relationship and growing up wise he snuck what he could from long and warm embraces, nights spooning you on the couch or in his bed, and little forehead kisses… even holding your hand causes his pulse to quicken and his cheeks to turn a rosy hue.

♡ — you thought he was clingy pre relationship? ohhhhh boy it’s increased tenfold when you both finally confess feelings. he feels physically and emotionally unwell when without you for a certain period of time. he only feels the slightest bit better when he goes on week to month(s) long missions as colonel once you finally relent and move in with him. coming back to you, his anchor, his home, his heart… his everything. it makes it all so worth it.

♡ — speaking of this man definitely spoils you in every aspect. i just know he gets paid so damn well so he spends all his earnings on you. don’t mention something that caught your eye even in passing because next thing you know it’s in your hands either the next day or a week later.

♡ — i believe without a doubt that caleb is the type to have planned on getting married to you the second he realized his feelings for you. why else would he chase off anyone who sought your heart if he wasn’t planning on a future entirely with just you and him (and some little ones. but not relevant rn!)? whatever sort of wedding you wanted, he’d give you in a heartbeat. proposes to you for sure pretty early on, which isn’t all that surprising seeing as you spent your entire lives together.

♡ — the bane of his existence is the nights you decide to go out with friends. regardless if drinks are involved, caleb insists on picking you up at the end of the night. and if a sleepover is in the works? oh he’s so pouty about it… i think there are a select few people who he trusts with your safety (even though you insist you’re grown enough to defend yourself), one of them is definitely tara. so yaaay! every now and then you can have a peaceful girls night ^^

now onto the nsfw part :o

♡ — i’m the biggest virgin caleb supporter ever. i agree that he’d read up and study on how to perfect his first time (and potentially yours if you’re losing it too). he definitely is pathetic though in my eyes and doesn’t last very long at all despite his long studying, cums under a minute whether it’s from oral or inside of you. prepare to comfort him because he will feel slightly pathetic about it…

♡ — finds comfort in rutting against your thigh, your ass, you name it! puppy caleb is so real… he’d whimper in your ear, breath hot against your skin, practically drooling as he warns you of his impending orgasm.

♡ — on the nights where his duty as colonel is far too exhausting, he definitely thoroughly enjoys cockwarming. after being apart from you for soooo long and even after work duties, he just needs to be connected and intertwined with you. there’s no work to be done so long as he has you in his arms and he’s inside of you in some shape or form.

♡ — gets fucked-out and drunk off of you way too easily. again with the first headcanon, he cums in his pants just from witnessing your pleasure. anything with you will get him off.

♡ — caleb definitely is the type to experiment with you. his only no-no’s are stuff that could risk seriously rendering you injured. choking? absolutely, that’s fine! just nothing too extreme. gun play? gets off sooo much watching the barrel of his gun in your mouth, no bullets inside, of course! he’s not picky, your pleasure is his pleasure, after all.

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hiya! this is my first contribution to the fandom… i used inspiration from the song daddy was a sailor by marina diamandis. if you wanna give it a listen, here is a link! i recommend listening during the read! the reader’s backstory is entirely based off this song… well. at least waaaayyyy in the past.

i used myself a bit for inspiration because i have a sea creature tattoo t_t

there’s no warnings aside from slight angst and mentions of brief injuries. rafayel continues being a shithead in the fic… i wanted to depict his lemurian form accurately so i tried to utilize good interpretations of mermen and mermaids lmao. this is just a mere interpretation of what could’ve happened! afab reader so she/her pronouns!

word count: 2.3k

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would she, could she, be home when the stars came out to party?

His fuschia gaze darts to her petite, bony shoulders. Wearing a t-shirt in 90 degree weather… What is wrong with this woman… And thus, he feels compelled to point it out. Rafayel was never one to bite his tongue. He’ll state what needs to be said, regardless of what it pertains to.

“Aren’t you brave, huh? Wearing a t-shirt, risking the idea of getting a farmer’s tan…” He clicks his tongue and smirks as he sees the glare etched into her eyes.

Y/N playfully sticks her tongue out, rolling her eyes. Her fingers tug at the hem of her thin shirt, yanking it off of her form. A tight charcoal hued bikini hugs her features.

Almost immediately, Rafayel’s gaze flitters over the curvature of her waist — right over the tattooed flesh. His jaw goes slack when he sees precisely what it is. A seahorse, an inadequately drawn one, at that.

His head pangs as his jaw is clenched tightly. As much as he wants to desperately think that now is not the time to reminisce, the memory still is etched into his mind.

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The morning rays of sun were tortuous on Rafayel’s scales, drying out the cool flickers of fuschia pink and turquoise blue. Webbed hands curled around the sand, wincing as the burning sand sizzled into his scaled skin. His gaze travels down, eyes widening as he peers at the new burn wounds. Rafayel doesn’t want to call out for help, as his heartbeat is pounding in his ears at the mere idea of entrusting a human to help him return to the seas.

But it’s futile. The Lumerian boy will certainly perish if his wounds persist without aid.

So, he swallows his pride. His jaw is clenched tightly, the pang of his wounds and dried out scales aches throughout his entire body.

“Heeeeh…” Rafayel shakes his head. God, that was a pathetic sound, his voice cracking as he called out hoarsely. “Help, please..” It’s a quiet plea, hardly even audible.

His vision is fading in and out, only seeing the blurriness of the sand and the sunlight shimmering down onto the beach. The Lemurian boy hardly even notices the approaching silhouette.

“Oh my goodness! Are you a-alright?” It’s a feminine voice. He can hardly even see straight, but he feels the sensation of… Softness beneath him. A guttural groan slips past his cracked lips.

Rafayel hears the noises of shuffling, then nails… Tapping along something metallic? Before he even knows it, the cool metal is brought to his lips, water spilling down his throat. It feels… Peculiar, this isn’t the same water of the sea. The lack of saltiness sends a shiver down his spine. Then, the freezing water hits his tail and abdomen. He harshly flinches and winces.

That’s when his vision returns to normal, his head cradling upwards. His fuschia and sea blue eyes widened. It’s… A human. Not like any of the other humans he’s seen. Her shimmering (hair color) hair shines beautifully underneath the morning sun, lips parted revealing the loss of her front tooth. She has to be around his age, young… No older than 11 years of age. And, that’s not even the worst part… His head is cradled upon her thighs.

The Lemurian boy sharply pries himself away, stumbling back as his tail flips around with the movement. Humans aren’t to be trusted, not after the torture they thrusted upon Lemurians. He’s heard all different types of horror stories from his people…

He holds up his injured webbed hand, his claws out and ready if needed. “Get… Away from me. You’re a human. I won’t accept your help. Your kind slaughters my people mercilessly. How am I to expect you to be any different?”

The girl’s eyes widen, her features shifting into an expression of brief panic. Her hands wildly flail in the air. “I-I don’t want to hurt you! I.. Need to wrap that, uh… Hand of yours. You have to trust me. Please, I’ll do anything for you to believe me..” Her shoulders sink, a frown creasing upon her lips.

Rafayel’s eyes narrowed into slits. As much as he wants to believe her… The things he’s heard echoes throughout his mind. He shakes his head, his lilac tresses slightly swaying. “Swear it.” It comes out as a hiss, face contorting into one of firm seriousness.

“I swear on everything I love. Now..” She shifts forward, rummaging through her bag, pulling out some wraps of gauze. “Let me see that, uhhh..” Her gaze lingers down. Can these… Be considered hands? Webbed fingers and all?

He rolls his eyes, letting out a pfft. “You humans are so stupid. Lemurians have hands too. Don’t be dumb.”

The girl lingers forward, delicately taking his hand within her own. Despite being the same age, his hands… Are larger than hers. “Lemurian?” Her head tilts to the side. “I…. Thought you were a merman.”

Rafayel feigns offense, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he lets out a gasp. “The audacity of this girl. We are, very much, different from mermaids and mermen.” He lets out a contented sigh as the gauze wraps around his palm.

Her expression shifts into one of… Guilt? Shame? He can’t quite put a word on it. “S-sorry… Good, your hand is all wrapped up.” She clasped her hand over it briefly, Rafayel’s heart skipping a beat at the intimacy of it. “I dunno much about Lemurians. But my mama is a mermaid. Well… Turned into one.” She shakes her thoughts away. “Anyways! I should probably introduce myself. I’m Y/N.”

“Rafayel. And do tell me more about this… Mermaid mother of yours.” His eyebrows are knitted together in curiosity. This all sounds so incredibly… Unreal. There’s no way her mother is a mermaid, right?

She bites down on her bottom lip, contemplating on explaining. Y/N’s gaze seems to blossom into one of pain. “My grandma said she died, but my aunt — who took me in… She said she turned into a mermaid when she got really sick. I don’t know what to believe, but I don’t think my aunt would lie to me. I like to think my dad is searching the seas for her, and that explains why he’s away all the time on a ship.”

Rafayel’s heart clenches in his chest. He knows the truth, but he can’t bring himself to hurt her further. Even if they had just met mere minutes ago. He’s not exactly the type of Lemurian to crush someone’s fantasy that helps them sleep at night. “I haven’t seen her down near where I live. I mean… That’s assuming she looks anything like you, like I’d imagine.”

Y/N’s eyes soften, her cheeks tugged into a grin. “I’m sure she’s off being mysterious somewhere in the deep ocean. And yeah, I’ve been told that I look like her.” Her hands retreat downwards further into her lap, her gaze lingering on the glistening scales adorning his tail.

He notices this, playfully rolling his eyes. He might as well lighten the mood. Well, at least attempt to. “Wanna draw a picture of me while you’re at it? I can guarantee you I’ll outdo you in that regard. My mother taught me the refined arts at a young age.” Rafayel smirks, revealing his pearly white teeth.

Her face flushes red in humiliation. Immediately, she breaks her gaze away from him. This seems to make Rafayel pout a bit in disappointment. “I-I’m sorry… Are, uhmm, all Lemurians artistic? I wanna know more about you and your people..”

Rafayel shifts, gnawing at his inner cheek. He’s having an internal debate with himself. As much as he’d typically deny it, he desperately wants to feel her skin brushing along his scales. “Most of us, yes. I happen to be exceptionally gifted of my kind, though. A prodigy, if you will.” He acts on his better judgement, his webbed hand gently wrapping around her palm. “C’mon… I know you’re curious. I’ll play nice and indulge, I won't bite… Hard.”

“R-Rafayel!” She squeaks as he brings her fingertips to his scales. Her mouth is hung open, the pads of her fingers brushing along the scales. They’re softer than she expected… Almost silk-like, smooth to its very essence. “So you’re an artist…? I always wished I was creative like that.”

Rafayel lets his head fall back, a pleased hum vibrating in his throat as her fingers caress his scales. “All of us are talented in our own, unique and independent ways. I happen to be very talented at art. My mother taught me at a young age. I scavenge for stuff for my paints at the bottom of the sea. I’ll have to show you sometime.”

Y/N’s heart swells within her chest at this, giddy at the thought of seeing his art firsthand. “I’d be honored, Rafayel. I’d love to learn how to properly draw. I’ll be pretty lousy at first… I think I wanna draw my favorite sea animal..”

He quirks up a brow, feeling her soft, tiny hands still graze along his tail. “What’s your favorite sea animal, then?” Rafayel’s head tilts to the side, his interest piqued.

She hesitates for a moment. Her hand freezes its movements on his tail. “Seahorse. I just think they’re cute… And it’s especially adorable how the male seahorses carry the babies. I like…” Her cheeks are tinted an adorable pink hue, and this only makes Rafayel’s heartbeat quicken. “I like how they mate for life. I’ve always been a sucker for true love.”

Rafayel feels… Scorching hot. And it’s not because of the sweltering, morning sun. He shakes his head as the air runs through his lilac tresses. “Alright, you’ve had your curiosity with me. Now is my time.” Rafayel states. It’s not like he’s entirely unaware, he’s seen many humans before… But he’s taking this as an opportunity. The lavender haired Lemurian gently peels her hand away, raising her fingertips to brush along his cheek briefly. The sensation of her touch running along his scales is almost too intoxicating. Rafayel allows her fingers to brush over his lips. His breath tickles her skin as a contented sigh slips past his lips.

“I’ll show you a seahorse in person. You can come, see my homeland for yourself. We’ll find a pair of mates, and you’ll be mesmerized not only by the beauty of where I live, but by my dashing good looks also.” He murmurs against her skin, noticing the slight tremor in her hands. “And I’ll teach you to paint, to create, with these small, pathetic human hands of yours.” Rafayel playfully snickers.

Her eyes narrow and she flicks him on the cheek, which causes him to whimper. “You ruined the moment. Are all Lemurians this rude?” Y/N mocks him, grinning widely at him.

Rafayel doesn’t seem to be too impressed with that, crossing his arms over his chest. “Only when an irritatingly kind human stumbles across them.”

“Y/N! Where are you, my dear? Have you gone to secure some seashells?” The sound of an old lady’s voice calling out causes Y/N to harshly flinch. She scrambles back, her hand reaching for her leather backpack.

Her eyes are wide and she wraps her arms around Rafayel’s neck. “I have to go. And you should too. My grandmother can’t see us, can’t see you. I’ll be back at dawn this time tomorrow. I hope you get home safely…” A warm, tender smile crosses her lips.

Rafayel’s hand reaches upwards, his clawed fingers scratching against her scalp. Her hair is so delicately soft.. He wonders if it’ll maintain its softness under the sea. “You better make it tomorrow. I’m looking forward to that, y’know?” As she pulls away, her feet wobble into the sand. Y/N brings her index and middle fingers to her lips, kissing them and holding her fingers in the air as she pulls away.

And with that, she grins toothily, giving him one final glance before she darts off. Rafayel’s heart sinks in his chest slightly at her farewell. He yearns for her fingers to instead be his, to feel the sensation of her lips on his scaled flesh. His body staggers slightly as he retreats into the sea, his tail flailing in the air.

As he swims away, gliding through the bright water, he grins. Rafayel has decided — when he arrives home, he’ll paint a small portrait of the image of her in his quarters back home. His heart races in his chest as he wonders precisely what tomorrow will entail.

The same heart that has already set its sights on her. She will forever be etched into his memory, his heart belonging to her the moment her gentle hands caressed his scaled skin. And just like her beloved seahorses, he plans to do precisely the same. After all, who isn’t fond of a story of true love? It always prevails until the very end.

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“Are you going to catch up, Raf? The water is going to be cold by the time we get there!” Her voice shouting out is enough to bring him back to reality. Y/N turns, flashing him a grin, and it’s exactly the same as the one he had once seen before. Except, obviously, this time all her teeth are intact. Adult ones, at least.

Rafayel snorts, jogging behind her. “Last one to the ocean is a shriveled shrimp!” His hand reaches over, fingertips gliding over her inked flesh. “Maybe we’ll find a seahorse in the water?” His brow quirks up, yanking her gingerly into his bare chest.

Y/N gasps, looking up at him with widened eyes. “If only! I always loved them.”

I know you have, cutie. Rafayel thinks to himself, his lips tugged into a wide grin.

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new to the lads fandom…. am planning to upload a super cute rafayel x reader i have been writing ;)