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I would faint every time I’d lay my eyes on him, Sea god Rafayel is just too majestic

no thoughts, only sea god rafayel

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My fishie 🩵 I just love this picture they’re so cuuute

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the world outside was too much tonight. too loud. too fast. so you and rafayel hid.

the blanket was pulled over both your heads, a soft cotton cocoon where nothing existed but heat, breath, and the slow rhythm of his arms wrapped around you.

he said nothing at first. just held you tight to his chest, your face tucked into the curve of his neck, his fingers resting lightly against your back. enough pressure to remind you he was real. here. yours.

you let out a shaky breath, and he exhaled too, like your lungs were tethered. “rafayel?” you whispered.

he didn’t speak. just kissed your temple, again and again. slow and grounding. “i needed this too.”

you tightened your grip on him. “you’re always strong for me.”

his arms tightened. “not tonight. tonight i just want to be yours. just… let me hold you. let me feel you breathe.”

so you stayed there. wrapped in warmth, in safety, in silence. two broken hearts healing each other with nothing but a blanket, a shared breath, and the quiet kind of love that didn’t need fixing—it just needed holding.

and he held you forever.

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rafayel had you pinned to the mattress, hair messy, pupils blown wide with hunger. his mouth hovered just above your chest, lips brushing teasingly close, but never quite touching.

you whimpered, arching up. “rafayel—”

“shhh, my pearl,” he purred, thick with need. “i told you. i have a problem.”

his mouth finally met your skin, and you gasped as his teeth sank in, enough to leave a perfect little mark. his tongue followed, soothing, then he kissed it again like an apology. like a prayer.

“i can’t stop,” he whispered between bites. “you taste like sin and softness and i want to ruin you slowly.”

he kissed down your stomach, biting softly at your hipbone, then sucking the tender skin until it bloomed red and purple beneath his tongue.

“you drive me insane,” he groaned, settling between your thighs. “i should worship you gently. respectfully.” his mouth hovered, lips just barely grazing your heat. “but instead… i want to devour you.”

and when his lips finally sealed around you, tongue moving like he was starving, biting softly between groans, you knew the truth. rafayel didn’t just have a kink—he had a full-blown addiction and you were the only cure.

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you hadn’t meant to start a fight, not really. but rafayel had this uncanny talent for pushing all the right buttons with that silver tongue and pouty mouth. a careless comment here, a teasing grin there until suddenly the mood snapped, and you walked away instead of feeding into the bickering.

he texted that night.

still mad at me, little star?

you know i didn’t mean it.

fine. be like that.

you didn’t respond. you turned your face into the pillow, groaning softly. you were still mad. angry enough to stay quiet, but not angry enough to stop rereading his messages.

don’t leave me on fucking read.

your mouth fell open at this message. it was bold, even for him. maybe also a little hot.

your phone buzzed again, almost vibrating off the nightstand.

answer me.

another buzz.

i’m outside.

your heart stopped. you rushed to the window and pulled back the curtain and there he was. in the middle of the night, arms crossed over his chest, expression dark, hair tousled, that velvet shirt clinging to him like sin incarnate.

his violet eyes lifted and locked on you. you froze and then your phone lit up again.

if you don’t open the door, i’m climbing through your window like a movie villain. don’t test me.

you opened the door and he was on you in seconds. mouth crashing into yours with a hunger that bordered on desperation. his hands gripped your waist, then your face, like he didn’t know which part of you to hold first, like he’d spent all day aching for you and didn’t care how mad you were as long as he could taste your mouth.

“i hate you,” you whispered against his lips.

“you left me on read,” he pouted—pouted, even now—walking you backward, hands sliding under your shirt. “i went insane.”

“you deserved it.”

“i don’t care.”

his fingers curled in your hair as he kissed you deeper, tongue pushing past your lips, claiming every last inch of your mouth with possessive heat. he backed you into the bedroom with that smooth, predatory grace he always had, soft and sharp at the same time, velvet and danger. he pulled your shirt over your head, breathing hard.

“i kept seeing you walking away,” he murmured, trailing his lips down your neck. “i hated it. i hated how i let it happen.”

“then don’t let it happen again,” you whispered.

“i won’t.” his voice dropped. “you’re not going anywhere.”

he made sure of it. he laid you down like you were the only thing that had ever mattered, kissed you like he was still fighting the memory of losing you. his hands going straight to your thighs, parting them as he sank to his knees at the edge of the bed.

“i was an asshole,” he said, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “i know i was.”

he didn’t wait for permission. he just kissed your inner thigh, slow and soft, and then higher. higher and higher, until his lips met your heat through the thin fabric of your panties and you exhaled a soft, broken sound.

“i can say i’m sorry a hundred times,” he murmured against you, the warmth of his breath making your hips twitch, “but it won’t mean anything unless you feel it.”

and oh, did he make you feel it. he dragged your panties down your legs with reverence and pressed his mouth to your core like a man starved. his tongue moved slow, deliberate, needy. one hand gripped your thigh, the other snaked up to hold your stomach down when you started squirming.

every flick of his tongue, every suck against your clit, was an apology. every moan he coaxed from you was a confession. he looked up at you as he did it. deep, violet eyes locked to yours, drinking in your pleasure like it was his penance.

you came with your hand tangled in his hair and his name a shattered moan on your lips. but he wasn’t done. he climbed over you, mouth glistening with your warm arousal, pupils blown wide.

“still mad?” he rasped. you could barely breathe, let alone answer. “good.”

because then he kissed you, deep, filthy, still tasting like you, and slid into you with one smooth, punishing thrust. your back arched. his name escaped your throat again. he fucked you slow and unrelenting at first. like he needed you to feel how sorry he was from the inside out. his forehead pressed to yours, hand laced with yours against the pillow, the other gripping your hip so tight you’d wear the bruise tomorrow.

“i love you,” he whispered against your mouth. “say you forgive me.”

you didn’t, but you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. his eyes fluttered shut before they opened again. he never looked away, not once.

even as you fell apart beneath him a second time, and a third. even when his voice broke as he spilled into you, burying his face in your neck with a choked, “mine. mine. mine.”

even after, when you were both trembling and tangled and silent in the dark, he held your face in his hands, lips ghosting over your cheeks like prayer. “i’ll never fight with you like that again,” he said.

you smiled, dizzy and dazed. “good. because next time, you might not get to apologize with your mouth.”

“there won’t be a next time.”

you both knew there would be.

“so, i better make tonight count.”

and he did. over and over again, until you forget why you were fighting in the first place.

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The way he's holding her 😭

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the exile

— (rafayel)

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'o desterrado' by antónio soares dos rei

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BABY CAME HOMEEEE WITH THE 30 FREE PULLS OMGGGGG I CAN’T BELIEVE IT PRAISE THE LORD

This just made my whole week-end + end of the month 🥹

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BEGGING ON MY KNEES

I NEED sylus next myth go be him as a vampire. I need fangs. I need long hair. I need a regal and slightly flamboyant outfit. I need him to hunger for me but he falls in love and refuses to drink from her. I need her to sacrifice herself so he doesn't waste away. I need to see him in disarray as he drinks from her body. And I need it on my desk by 5pm next Friday.

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2 years till I’m 30 but hey it’s right around the corner

i love being a 30+ woman in fandom. reblog if you also love being an old dame in fandom

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sylus is a physical presence of his unwavering support. words of encouragement disguised within layers of toying and sharp wit. unwavering eye contact and his undivided attention. a hand at your lower back in public. preference of voice notes and long calls instead of text because he likes hearing your tone lilt and change when you talk–and it's not the same over text, thank you very much.

zayne is calls during his break—or at least, the ones he takes when your designated ringtone wafts from his pocket while doing paperwork. wiping lingering traces of sugar from your lips. quiet walks at night with little to no disturbances. knowing when you need things before you say you do. staying up late sharing soft conversations about your day but sitting in content silence if needed. will switch plates with you if your order isn't up to standard without a second thought.

caleb is boyish charm and steadfast in his declarations of content. routine that feels like warm memories. tightening jars so that you'll call for his help and preening when you thank him with a kiss to his cheek. matching bracelets, outfits, even shoes, down to the laces and custom ordered detailing of your names on the sides. blatant domesticity in the form of cheesy callings of honey, i'm home! that you can only shake your head at with barely hidden fondness.

xavier is random pictures sent to your messages, like this reminded me of u attached to a picture of a heart shaped rock he saw on patrol. lazy days off spent cuddling in front of a long forgotten movie on mute. constantly touching while doing mundane tasks like holding hands while grocery shopping or playing footsie while eating dinner. stargazing and naming stars after random things you ate for dinner, knowing the only star he'd ever want close and in present with him is the one next to him.

rafayel keeps a photo of you in his wallet and looks at it for muse when you're not around the way a wife would of her lover off at war. his album is full of candids titled under silly album names like 2cute2handle or the reason i breathe <3. sends a good morning text even if he sleeps in late and expects one back even if it's four in the afternoon. midday strolls around the city turn into spontaneous dates if there's an attraction or new exhibit that just opened. would you love me if i turned into a blobfish and had to live on the surface just to be with you? and other silly questions are common with him. you think it's a bit dramatic but you love him all the same. (and yes, you would.)

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LaDs: Random Head-Canons

~ these are just random little ideas I have about each love interest, like a previous post I made, most of these have no prior canon lore to back the claim. Just based on vibes.

You and Rafayel plan your arguments. Contrary to popular belief, you two don’t fight often at all. Due to that, you two like to role play arguments for giggles. It usually ends when one of you can’t keep it together and/or the argument turns real. Which usually means it’s time to tap out and do some damage control.

You and Sylus dedicate at least twenty minutes of time before bed to lay together and gossip. It’s like having a sleepover with your bestie. You get settled, face each other, and just go on and on about whoever and whatever until your eyelids are heavy and he can’t stop yawning.

You and Zayne frequently shower together. It’s your favorite way of getting a little quality time in before starting your days. 9/10 times it doesn’t lead to sex either, just soft giggles shared under a warm stream of water while you discuss what your days hold and when to expect the other to arrive home. You even plan out your dinner for the night while shampooing his hair.

You and Xavier garden together. Not that kind of gardening, actual gardening on his balcony with plants you’ve adopted from Jeremiah’s shop. You’ve given them all names, have a detailed care plan hanging on Xavier’s fridge, and the passcode to his apartment if he’s off in a no hunt zone. They’re your babies.

You and Caleb have spa nights. I’m talking mani/pedi, face mask, hair mask, under eye patches, lymphatic massages, the whole nine yards. Caleb shaves your legs for you as a thanks for shaving his stubble since he always cuts his face up. But with your legs? He’s so gentle, so careful, doesn’t miss a single hair. He also rocks the black nail polish you applied to his fingers.

Rafayel takes note of what perfumes you buy, and jots down his thoughts on them. He’s still a little traumatized (heavily turned on) by that one perfume. The one you only have an unlabeled bottle of, the one you use to rile him up. So he takes down the scent notes from your other fragrances to try and compare to the unlabeled bottle but dammit he gets so… distracted that he can only recall one possible note at a time.

Sylus stole one of your trinkets — it was a duplicate figure from a blind box — and keeps it in his pocket whenever he goes out on business. It’s his way of keeping a piece of you with him all the time. The silly little thing makes him smile like a moron when he feels it in his pocket or sets it out on the table before him while he works. He’s named it his “mini kitten” and he’ll send you pictures of it on his travels.

Zayne designed your engagement ring himself one afternoon while listening to a colleague drone on and on about research he already knew by heart. He draws well, steady hands and precise eyes aided him in school when he had to draw out anatomy diagrams. But now? He can doodle for fun and it turns out pretty damn good. So he spent the meeting designing your ring, eager to make it real.

Xavier has a list of baby names saved on his phone. Any time he heard one he liked, he’d open his note app and jot it down. At this point, he has nearly thirty names saved, and has even discussed the topic with you and added some additions. Perhaps he’s too invested now, because all of his recommended items are baby clothes and furniture. It’s giving him baby fever.

Caleb wants to get tattoos but the DAA and the Farspace Fleet have strict policies on them. He still snuck one, a matching one he got with you shortly after you graduated high school. It’s hidden on the inside of his bicep, as is yours, and it’s another little secret the two of you share together.

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alright I’m gonna kms

sculpted his lover's face just to be able to touch it again :(

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This dark look for Zayne.. I like 😍

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rain slid down the windows, soft and slow, like the sky itself was sighing.

you and zayne sat curled together on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, your head resting on his shoulder while his fingers absently toyed with yours.

he always ran warm. his presence was grounding, like gravity itself turned gentle when he held you.

“you ever wonder what would’ve happened if we hadn’t met?” you murmured.

zayne made a quiet sound, somewhere between a hum and a breath. “yeah. but only to scare myself.”

you turned your face up to his, and he leaned down automatically, brushing his nose against your cheek before pressing a kiss to your temple.

“i think i would’ve kept looking,” he whispered. “i think some part of me would’ve always been reaching for you. even if i didn’t know what i was missing.”

you closed your eyes, heart swollen. “i love you.”

“i know,” he said, smiling. “it’s all over you.”