#lemurian

Mermaid!Rafayel and his strange affectionate habits

being in a relationship with a mermaid is pretty weird, rafayel has some weird habits!

✎ᝰ a/n: alright, back by popular demand (somewhat), we have the rafayel version of this. i could make this into a series… i could just not gaf… i could also make a “habits while in heat”, but idk!

dragon sylus version

mentions of: smut, dubcon, mentions of human trafficking, kidnapping, stalking, p in v, possible drowning, disenfranchise, possessive behavior, cumming, breeding, abuse (?), masturbation, rough sex, orgasm, degrading, praising kink, sexual overstimulation, minor violence, stockholm syndrome (?), yandere tendencies, blowjob, fingering, humiliation, reader rots in bed all day.

synopsis: while you enjoy the time you spend from always being alone, Rafayel uses it as an advantage to take you with him.

a/n: hey dolls~ so i was busy for a week (farming on LaDs LOL) since my baby Caleb's bday is coming soon! Gosh as his girlfriend I have to work hard 乁⁠[⁠ᓀ⁠˵⁠▾⁠˵⁠ᓂ⁠]⁠ㄏ. Idek why I came up with this fanfic of Rafayel but whateverrr. Have fun readingg!

When the God of the Tides locked his gaze upon you.

You felt everything except from happiness, joy, or even blissfulness.

What are you even supposed to feel, when he was captivated to someone like you—a mere human, too quick to burn out, a creature who hunts their species, someone like you who doesn't even have a decent job, a boring person who'd rather spend her time alone rotting in bed. How?

You have no friends, have severed ties with your family, and doesn't even try mingling with others; how is that even possible? What exactly did he see in you?

You see, Rafayel thought she was a spirit — some pale thing left behind by the living, too quiet to be a proper mortal. He watched her from the trench’s edge, veiled by the dark silk of the ocean, his eyes above the surface only when the wind fell asleep. She was always alone. Always still. There were no prayers on her lips, no grief he could taste like others, no noise. Just her breath, slow and shallow, barely stirring the air around her. She sat like a stone pressed into the shore — unmoving, as though rooted not in flesh, but in sorrow. That’s what caught him first: her silence.

Her silence gave him a thrill, the way her silence prevented her from having anyone—close friends or even a family. That means...

She was an easy target.

If she were to disappear, nobody would even dare look for her. They'll assume she's simply going about her usual unpleasant business, which is to spend her days rotting in bed.

Gods are drawn to imbalance. Rafayel was no different. He had seen centuries of hearts collapse beneath waves, witnessed kingdoms swallowed by storms, worshippers burn incense and spill blood in his name. But they had always wanted something from him. He hated that — the asking, the needing. But she? She didn’t want anything. Not even life. And somehow, that made him want her more than he’d ever wanted anything.

He began to wait for her.

Each night she returned, he lingered just below, hidden beneath the shimmer of moonlight on water. Sometimes he moved with the tide, mimicking the slow breath of the sea to match hers. He studied the curve of her shoulder beneath that threadbare sweater, the way her fingers absentmindedly curled around pebbles she never threw, how she always stared into the water like she knew it was watching her too. Her skin bore no offerings. Her heart held no song. But the ache in her — that perfect, quiet emptiness — was a vessel he longed to fill. Not with kindness. Not with love. But with something older. Something his.

What stirred in him wasn’t compassion. It was deeper. Uglier. Divine.

Obsession.

You didn’t see him coming.

That night, you were lying on the rocks again — not sitting, not watching. Just lying there like something discarded, limbs sprawled, hair wet from earlier rain, eyes fixed blankly on the sky. You didn’t even notice how still the sea had become, how the tide hovered at the shore like a breath held too long. It wasn’t natural. It was him.

Rafayel stood waist-deep in the shallows, watching you. The way your chest rose and fell — slow, listless. You looked like driftwood, like seafoam. Forgotten. Silent. Empty. His.

He had whispered to her long enough.

Now he would take you.

The moment he stepped fully onto the rocks, she turned — not out of curiosity, but instinct. Your eyes met his, and for the first time... You looked afraid. You sat up. Fast. Your body stiffened.

“Who—?” you stammered.

“Shh,” Rafayel whispered, his voice like water sliding over bones. “It’s time, little fish. Time to stop waiting. Time to come home.”

He moved towards you, each step melting the wet stone beneath his feet. You scrambled backward.

“What? Who are you?” you breathed. “I don’t— I don’t want—”

“You do,” he said, softly, lovingly. “You just don’t know it yet.”

You turned to run.

Rafayel surged forward and caught you by the ankle.

“Ouch! Stop!” You screamed — a short, high, real sound — and kicked, nails clawing at the rock. He pulled you down hard, and you hit the stone with a gasp, skin scraping raw.

“Don’t make it difficult,” he said, wrapping his arms around your body from behind. Your body writhed. You tried to scream again, louder this time, but the ocean swallowed it whole. “You’ve been waiting for me since the day you started wasting away on this shore. I heard it. I felt it.”

“Let me go!” thrashing harder, panic lacing your voice. “Please— I don’t want this!”

Fear sent something sharp and sweet through him. You're real now. Not some silent shadow, not a figment of longing — but a living, terrified girl trying to resist him.

And he loved her more than ever.

“No one wants what they need,” he said into her hair. “But you belong to the sea now. You belong to me.”

With a violent pull, he dragged her off by the ankle and into the water.

You kicked. Screamed. Fingers clung to the stone edge, nails splitting. “Stop— please— stop—!”

But he was the God of Tides. And the sea obeyed him.

The water surged upward, wrapping around them both like claws. You didn’t stand a chance. In seconds, they were under.

You fought. Fought like a creature cornered, arms flailing, legs twisting in every direction, but he held you fast. Face contorted — not just with fear, but betrayal. Like you had let yourself feel safe, and he had broken that. And he had. He meant to.

Your lungs strained, body convulsing as you held your last breath. Gaze locked with his — pleading, furious, wild. You shook her head, violently, bubbles rising from her mouth as if you were trying to scream underwater.

“Can't b-breath” you gasped.

But it was too late.

He pressed his lips to you, not in love — in dominion — and forced the sea into her. Salt and cold and magic poured from him into her lungs, suffocating her scream, claiming every inch of her from the inside out.

Your body jerked, back arching.

Then… stillness.

He cradled her as her limbs floated limp in the current, her hair drifting like seaweed, her eyes half-lidded, glazed with something between death and dreaming.

He had you.

At last.

“Mmmhh... hahhh Raf I can't no more please...” You were exhausted, it's a miracle that you're still alive and moving. It was still not enough even though you've reached your limit at this point. Satisfying the God of Tides' needs was a hell of work, mind you he's not stopping until he feels like it.

“One more cutie, maybe if you'll show obedience I'll reward you.” As he nuzzles around your shoulder blades, while he takes you from behind drilling his hard cock to your so wet pussy.

You feel like your back is going to snap into half from arching it too much caused by the intense pleasure. As you're lost in pleasure, Rafayel began to trace the lower spine of yours ending up to your nape, as he pushes you even further to bed, making his girthy cock deeper around your walls so deep you can feel him enter your cervix.

“Here's a thing, if you don't pass out for two more rounds. I'll let you out of your cage for a week, how's that sound hmm?”

Right. You almost forgot that you are held captive in Rafayel's domain for who knows how long now, has it been weeks, months? Maybe half a year now.

Getting locked in a bird cage-like room, but it looks a bit larger and fancy, golden guard rails around you with an accent of blueish corals within. Don't get me wrong, Rafayel provides you everything you'll ever need, well except for your freedom I guess.

“Gonna cumm, Raf pleaseee... I'm gonna cum againnn.” As you drooled over his bed. “Ngghh... Just finish p-please— my body is...” Your eyes rolled back along with the lewd sounds filling the air, feeling a knot building inside you eventually reaching your orgasm.

With your body convulsing, Rafayel still doesn't stop as he continues to please himself.

“I like it when you're helpless, y'know. Stay with me for a bit yeah?”

You don't know anymore, don't know where to feel safe, don't know where to seek help. What can you say? You're in his empire where he is the ruler. That one time you tried to escape and sought help from other Lemurians, you felt powerless as well as being pathetic when they turned you back in.

The smug look on Rafayel's face when the look on your face, looks like he just destroyed and crushed down every hope, power and will left on you— he just wants to see it over, and over again.

With you trying to flee from him from time to time, that's when you ended up being imprisoned in your cage.

And him only letting you out if he wants to fuck you.

Your emotional being drained by him, as you are always used as his fleshlight everyday and it affected your mental health. There's one time that you tried fake moaning because you feel like you're not in the mood to do so, from being fucked few times a day.

He still noticed. And he was not happy

“Fuckin' whore, trying to piss me off huh?” his brows furrowed, clearly upset that you even dared doing that while he thought he was showing his love to you.

He slapped your face hard, so hard that you swore you heard some ringing sounds. He went harder on you, even rougher than before, as he was busy sucking your tits with his free hand kneads the other.

You're crying mess, “'M sorry Raff... Ughhh pleasee— I-I didn't mean to.” Well at least you've learned your lesson trying not to do that again.

“Take it, you don't have a choice either. I am disappointed in you, you've been a bad girl, you deserve to be torn apart like this” feeling a sting to your breast as he bites it.

Occasionally, whenever he's busy, he says that if you give him a blowjob while he works, you will have a surprise after. You think that he will finally let you out, so you obey him.

But the surprise ended up with him fingering you.

“That's a good girl hmm.. Giving yourself up was the right decision.” while he laps your lips, with his hand triggers the bundle of your nerves inside.

Nothing was more than embarrassing when he decided to let you out, with you almost wearing nothing, chains attached unto your neck along with the choker that has a bell on it. As he grabbed the chain, him walking and you crawling to the bed of the sea, his newly fresh creampie oozing out down your hips.

Others watched, but didn't try say a thing. This was Rafayel's symbol that he claimed you— you were his, and none of them could ever change that. The victorious smile he had as we watch you feeling humiliated, being a good princess for him for not being defiant.

Just so you know, he'll grant you an eternal life.

For Rafayel girlies (Happy Holidays!!)✨

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wc: 569

thinking about lemurian!rafayel being mates with selkie!reader

lemurian!rafayel who saw you walking along the shoreline for days and being confused by your beauty. humans were pretty, sure, but they didn’t tend to have the radiance you had- it was a certain something that couldn’t be placed- something that only creatures of the sea had.