#lnds rafayel

[koalayoo]

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rafayel x gn!reader

content: SUGGESTIVE, rafayel is a menace, pretty fluffy imo, let me know if i missed anything

author's note: this was written specially for one of my friends! hope you enjoyed it and that you get more lnd content now.

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You could feel a headache coming on. Where did you put your keys? 

You paced back and forth through Rafayel’s studio. You had checked his work station where you had pleaded for the man last night to put the brush down and make his way to bed. It laid haphazardly on a step of the wooden ladder; the paint dried down on the fibers, causing it to shape into a slanted dew drop. With a plop, you drop it into one of the many glasses of water filled with other brushes so that it can soak.

“Thank me later.” You murmur under your breath with a croak as if Rafayel could hear you and spare the room one last glance before moving onto the next.

It was the largest room in the studio. You had checked every inch meticulously, the cracks between the orange leather couch, behind the lapis blue cushions. Around every luscious plant, every canvas, every sculpture. Even the random bathtub you questioned the presence of. However, the sun was rising since your first search and it seeped in through the gigantic glass windows spanning across the length of the walls. The sheer white curtains do nothing to stop the onslaught of light. Above you, the transparent semi circle ceiling allowed impossibly more morning brightness to fill the expanse of the room. You felt bare. Exposed. However, the mental security that you were on private land away from everyone else soothed your mind. The birds could enjoy the sight of you.

You had hoped that with the growing illumination that you would capture a glint of reflected shine from your keys. However, another long and lengthy look left you rendered helpless as your keys were. not. in. sight. You cursed the person you were last night for getting caught up in everything Rafayel. 

‘Tweet Tweet’ and you cursed the birds too. A headache was definitely coming on. 

You entered the kitchen and gave every part a hard stare. No glimpse of a key anywhere. You sighed ready to move on. Your feet dragged on the cool titles, getting reminded of lugging Rafayel’s tall body into the kitchen last night.

“‘M tired…” He whined out, fully encompassing your back as he allowed himself to be pulled along. “Then get to bed.” You gruffed, making a show of pulling at his arms like a horse's reins.

“‘M also thirsty…” He continued on, voice growing quieter as though he had any semblance of time and space. You hummed in acknowledgement, stopping by the kitchen and filling up a glass of water from the tap.

“Here.” You nudged his chest with your elbow, turning around to face him. Before you could, his face slowly leaned closer to your neck, his breath hot on your neck. The tiny hairs stood on edge like swords. The feeling sent a frisson of excitement down your back. His lips left soft pecks as he travelled along your nape, further down and down and down until getting blocked by the collar of your shirt. One hand travelled the curve of your hip, reaching up to take the glass and placing it down, grabbing you and turning you around. His hands found themselves slotted in the indents of your waist and you were slotted down onto the counter next to you. Your legs opened up in a V shape to accommodate the width of him. Rafayel’s arms wrapped around you like a familiar red ribbon from months ago. His forehead pressed against your shoulder as he left small pecks as he trailed the skin.

“T-thought you were thirsty?” You huffed out stunned, letting out years of breath you didn’t know you were holding.”

“Mhm~ could drink you right up…” Rafayel lazily laughed, his exhaustion catching up to him as he pulled you into a kiss. Lips against lips. And he wasn’t too tired to…

Yeah. That’s enough of that. The bedroom was the last place to check. Rafayel was sprawled underneath the blankets, breathing deeply in and out. The sun’s soft radiance shone in through the dome, caressing his smooth skin. Your eyes traced along the tiny moles, freckles and beauty marks scattered across his curvature. A dot near his shoulder blade, another further down concealed behind cloth. It was your own canvas to explore. If it was a constellation you would hold each star within your hands, cultivate its heat and hide it deep within the alcove of your heart.

Toes stand upright as you walk sneakily through the bedroom. Front to back. Front to back. You tried your best to be quiet, sparing glances at Rafayel’s form to make sure he wasn’t waking up. Your keys weren’t on the floor, in your clothes, or tangled up within the sheets. Moving to Rafayel’s side of the room, you look around piles of books and chairs. It was really pissing you off now. This organised chaos was annoying. You sighed, louder this time. You’d just send Rafayel a message later and ask someone to pick you up. You were getting late.

However, before you could turn to leave, a wrist captured yours, pulling you onto the bed. Your head makes contact with a broad chest and you internally roll your eyes. “Ugh Rafayel?!” You whisper-shout, looking up at him. Eyes remained closed as if to feign sleep but you knew better, sitting up and placing a palm against his abs to push him down. 

“Geez, alright, didn’t know you were that desperate to get away from me.” He opens his eyes, pouting. A rasp evident in his tone. “Didn’t know you were so sleezy,” Wide palms grip your waist. “do I only serve one purpose to you?”

You take a deep breath in.

“No- of course not- it’s just…”

His frown grew bigger as his eyes threw complaints. 

“I have work, Rafayel. A job. I can’t laze around all day.”

“You can.”

“I can’t.” You rebuke. 

It would be nice to stay cozied up in his studio, attached to a warm body, attacked with affection but you can’t afford that. But then his much larger hand grabs the back of yours and you feel yourself melt. Your hand meets his face and you have the urge to brush purple locks out of the way. He guides your hand lower, fingers tracing down his cheek, towards his nose, down his lips. He bites your finger playfully before bringing it further down.

You feel his pulse. Calm. Steady. Your fingers itch, an urge to squeeze. There’s no time to act on that impulse. Your fingers continue to be pulled down and he begins to spell something out with your finger. The tough ridges and bumps of his body make the task harder. A curve, some straight lines- oh.

S - T - A - Y

A boyish grin appears on his face. You attempt an intimidating frown, a furrow on your brows. 

“Art is a job too, you know, and I could be your best masterpiece yet.”

You feel your hand continue to draw shapes and symbols on his body. You shake your head, beginning to pull away.

“I’ll tell Thomas to pay you,” He quickly blurts out. “something tells me I’m about to be very inspired.” 

He pulls at your arm; you allow yourself to be pulled in. Chest against chest. He smirks, feeling victorious. He had won this time. His fingertips gently caress your chin, tilting you in for a kiss. You lean in closer, about to seal the deal before your eyes catch the twinkle of a certain piece of metal underneath his pillow.

“Rafayel!”

reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated! let me know how you like this. this is my original work.

[sainteplays]

giving off zayne x mc vibes

also works w/ mc x rafayel

*credit goes to op in the photo

[koririchanart]

😼💦

[sayangrafayel]

Rafayel: I’m proud to say I’ve overcome my fear of ghosts!

MC: Eyy, that’s the spirit!

Rafayel: *gasps* WHERE???!

[ayumi-darling]

UGHHHH @irandial

I- I think I'm losing it again..

Remember me...(as his wife)

😵‍💫

[teewritessmth]

Love and Deepspace men breaking up with you over text

Warnings : tissue perhaps?

Zayne

Xavier

Rafayel

Sylus

[jayhyunglover]

Lnds men x fairytales

Rafayel with The Little mermaid .

Xavier with Cinderella

Sylus with The Beauty and the Beast

Zayne with Snow White but he's Snow White.

Now I wanna write about this

If someone ever write about this Tag me I wanna read about it.

@jinwoosbabyboo @chibichibi-mia

[syneilesis]

I forgot I started a sub!Rafayel fic when the beta version of the game came out but never finished it because I got derailed by the darker and angrier facet of Rafayel in his Abysswalker era lol

Anyway, I'm posting it now in its first draft (un)glory. It's supposedly smut but I never got to that point lmao so this is still relatively sfw

Rafayel keeps making incessant and silly demands of you. You retaliate by putting him in his place.

Today is a weird day. It's also a busy day, but that's probably why today is a weird day.

You look down and Rafayel looks up at you, silk ties snaking around his wrists and on the bed frame, firm and tight. Redness begins to take over his cheeks and the rest of his face and ears. His eyebrows are drawn down, as are his lips, but his eyes flare with something you can't identify right now, hot and unyielding and it stirs your gut, the embers in his gaze.

“Apologize.”

Rafayel's nostrils flare in defiance and his head whips to the side, huffing despite his being in the disadvantaged position. “Why should I? I did nothing wrong.”

His clothed hips touch the inner sides of your thighs, bare, and they graze the hem of your skirt.

Above him you sigh in frustration, originally not planning to arrive at this compromising position but unwilling to back out nonetheless.

“You strongarmed me into becoming your plus-one for that high-profile art gala and I got mobbed by a group of reporters asking me whether I'm your girlfriend! There were cameras! Videos rolling! And when I turned you weren't there to help! You'd already sneaked out! I literally had to run away—like a coward!”

Rafayel isn't fazed in the slightest. “You could have told them off in the first place. Didn't you say yourself that you're strong, Miss Hunter?”

The urge to roll your eyes burns so bad. Sure, Rafayel has his moments—plenty of them, to be exact. Nearly all the time. He's a brat, whiny and self-assured, but he isn't malicious.

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Rafayel is sitting on the floor, leaning against the wooden ladder, hands above his head just pressed into the third step, bound by a silk tie with a knot that is firm and tight but doesn't bruise his paint-stained wrists. Bright crimson spills across his cheeks, his nose, his ears—his whole face as if overbaked by the sun, almost matching the color of his expensive formal jacket. It makes you want to tease him, tell him that he's no different from a lobster, but you hold back, because this isn't the time to say such cheeky words, not when things are only beginning.

His two-toned eyes follow your movements, his brows tugged downward, as are his lips. Every minute shift from him draws attention to his exposed collarbones and his chest, the first three buttons of his shirt opened and splayed like a recently bloomed hibiscus flower. Barefoot and seemingly helpless, Rafayel is a dash of paint against the plain white of the studio—striking like a lightning bolt.

“What did I do to deserve this?” He tugs his hands a little, and the ladder shakes behind him.

“Careful,” you warn, “you don't want the ladder to topple on you, yeah?”

“I can get out of this easily, you know,” he says, and you can hear the pout in his defiant voice. It's true, though. Despite his slender build, Rafayel is a competent fighter. In this kind of situation, his Evol is also an appropriate means to escape—and destroy.

“I know. But you're not going to do that.”

“And what makes you so sure?”

You step towards him, careful of the discarded papers on the floor, and stop when your feet cage his squirming legs. He freezes at the contact, craning his neck to meet your amused gaze.

“Because,” you answer, singsong, bending down to trace a finger along the dip of his collarbone, then further to his chest, tapping the mole on his left pec. He gulps at the touch, and you almost miss his shudder. If anything, he reddens more. “You want to know where this is going. You're curious, but you also don't want to admit it.”

[izzlizzwizz]

"As far as they can tell... we're making out." 🫣 i am NOT over scarlet invitation.. do i dare cover him in more..

[sylussoathbound]

Oh this cute mischievous little fishy boy~

[sefynarose]

I— this man—

[sinsodom]

Sorry for that in advance 😅

Imagine Dragon Sylus. Half Human, half Dragon. So. My stupid brain is constantly asking which of his parents was what 🤣 1 had to be a dragon 🤣 poor second part, either ways 🤣🤣🤣

And since that is out, my stupid brain saw, that there are never parents mentioned from the Lad men. No matter the timeline/lifes they had/have. I mean... MC no parents too. Soooooo 🤔 we either got dumped in this world (storywise an idea to use) or all parents are dead, or gone, or...... 🤣

So many questions and theories right now 🤣 helllp 😭

[yashiro-arisugawa]

Lmfao he's so silly I love him 😭💕

[m00nchildwrites]

Rafayel woke up today and chose violence. Look what he decided to wear for me. Handsome mfker. 😤👌

Maybe he's born with it. Maybe it's Lemurian rizz.

Bonus in case yall want a full screen to lick... I mean, what- enjoy.

[sayangrafayel]

Loft talk Pt. Hot damn! (Their thoughts about Zayne)

Interviewer: How do you feel about Zayne?

Rafayel: At first I tried not to like him, but he's actually the only sane one in this loft. Along with me, obvi.

Xavier: That guy is okay. He's usually the mediator when things get out of hand.

Caleb: Zayne was my friend since childhood, so of course I'd never say this to his face, but he has always been reliable.. I was not shocked at all when he chose to pursue a career in medical unit.

Sylus: I will say one thing about that man that I've only said about myself.

Sylus: Hot damn!

Rafayel, to Sylus: What the fuck is wrong with you?

[coffeekittycatt]

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