My various short stories, thoughts and headcannons about Love and Deepspace.
I publish them first in my tumblr blog ( link in bio), then with some delay here as well.
It's been a while since my last NFSW work, but angry Siren Sea God Rafayel did something to me 🫣 so why not get it out of my head? Hope you enjoy it and it is not too rusty 🥲🩷
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"Lay down, Rafayel." your order as you slip over Rafayels hips. You're in his spacious bathroom, in his giant bathtub to be exact. It's filled with lukewarm water and both of your figures, getting in a comfortable position. Rafayel lies underneath you, still fully dressed as you are, and he throws curious gazes at you but obliges to your order with a cocky grin.
"Oh? So you want me to be a good boy, then?" as he leans his back to the rim of the tub, his white dress shirt floating in the water around his slender waist that lost his hold in the waistband of his dark pants.
You smile back at him, also still fully covered in your clothes — a light yellow dress with a chain belt made of pearls. "Actually, yes." grabbing his beautiful hands gently and guiding them above his head to hold them there at the frame of the broad tile rim that goes around the whole tub — more kind of Jacuzzi than a mere bathtub to be honest. Big enough to hold at least eight people and oval-shaped, surrounded by ocean-blue tiles and ornaments.
Now you're close to his handsome face, hovering above observing his magnificent eyes that are like a sunset at sea. How much you love them, it's hard not to get drowned in them. And with an encouraging tone, you reveal your plan to him.
"We agreed to work on your traumas and anger issues, right? I've been pondering doing this for a while now and today's incident... let's say I'm determined now." trying to keep your tone light-hearted. You want this to be a success and Rafayels engagement is important for this to work.
The Lemurian under you tilts his head, small drops of water falling from the wet strands of his lilac hair into the waving liquid beyond. "Yeah, and?" he asks you, still not aware of what you are planning to do.
His hands are still in your soft grip, you give him a little peck on his cheek. "I prove to you that you can trust me, and we rewrite your bad memories with pleasant ones," you explain and wait for his reaction.
Rafayel furrows his brows, his eyes darken a bit, and there's a tiny flick of anxiety before his mimic turns into his usual sassy one. "And you need me to be a good boy, because...?" the sentence is left open, and you throw him a wide grin.
"You tell me what I had done in the past, the exact details, and I..." you get closer to the side of his throat, blowing air onto the shell of his ear which earns you some shudders from your boyfriend. "... make sure to let you forget the pain and gift you endless pleasures instead." gentle nibs on his earlobes as little moans escape his lips. He is already so sensitive to your touches from the heavy make-out session in the kitchen that you're certain this will work.
Breath hitching as he answers you with a hoarse voice. "You're sure this is the way to go, cutie?"
You ease back to look at him, to make sure he sees the sincerity in your face, and that he can fully trust you. "Absolutely, my love." and with a last assuring smile "Now, what did my past self do to you?"
