#Immogene and Raphael vibes

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Immogene and Raphael vibes

some kissin 🤡

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The slow build…

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Oh.

Reacher (2022)

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Seems like Raphael is getting a good grip!

Thank you @silentturtle for the gif!

Oh. The look she would give him. It would frigging melt sand. Talk about heated, good grief!

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Weak spot...

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Immogene and Raphael vibes ❤️♥️

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Immogene and Raphael vibes ❤️♥️

@room-of-torture

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Raphael’s fallen asleep on the couch. His arm hanging haphazardly off the edge of the cushion. Immogene will cover him and set a glass of water near by. She’ll then curl up in the large chair beside the couch with a book just enjoying being near him. Just as he chases her nightmares away, she wants to be there for him.

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I see Raphael doing this in those soft and tender moments when it’s just him and Immogene. He always knows how to make her smile.

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Rapahel and Immogene vibes ♥️❤️

She wakes up and slowly turns into his large form, not wanting to disturb his slumber. He’s still softly snoring and she smiles at the sound. Her green eyes travel the planes of his face taking pleasure in the look of him. A special moment for her as he is usually the one who rises first and she wakes up to him studying her.

The timbre of his soft rumbles change and she knows he’s awake. Her lip quirks waiting for the moment when his eyes open and she is greated with the flames held within his orbs. “Immogene.” She bites her lip as the sound of her name leaves his scared lips, his voice husky with sleep. “Good morning, Raphael.” Her own voice soft and deep with the vestiges of her dreams.

A smirk forms on his face and she automatically smiles in response. Reaching up she slips her hand over his jaw, caressing his rough skin. It is then that his eyes open. Gold and amber meet emerald green while time around them seems to slow.

“I don’t stand a chance.” The words leave her lips and her eyes show the feeling behind them.

The Brute’s gaze deepens and his muscular arm curls over the round of her hip. Leaning close to her ear he nuzzles a few long mahogany curls to the side and his gruff voice penetrates her senses.

“Good. Neither do I.”

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The moment the Brute walks into the room she uncrosses her legs and then spreads them for his hungry gaze.