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[hellcatinnc]

Naughty Side Flirts Of Rafayel (Love And Deepspace)

This is some of my favorite moments with Rafayel in Love And Deepspace. These reactions are from either touching his butt or his front area ;)

It does play apart of how far you are in relationship too cause I noticed he is way more flirty in a positive way now. He secretly is a naughty boy though he even if he is shy I think he will make some good smut for me later :)

I mean seriously look how sexy this man is... you can't tell me if you play this game you have not touched the crotch area or butt yet.... If you say you haven't your probably lying to yourself.

Alot of them also come from which cards you have to from what I was reading but I don't care these are all the sides of his flirtiness that I love.

Oh he knows your a bad girl... probably dirtier minded even than him. He plays this flirt thats experienced but don't let you be fooled he has some pint up sex drive but this boy is a virgin...

If you really haven't tried putting your hands all over this man try it today he is well worth it ;)

Even when he says things that are probably not supposed to be dirty how he puts them in sentences where it sounds like it is anyways.

Like above going into a fight and he is talking bout his hands aren't just for painting...bring it Raffy!!

He is that sexy boy but don't think he is a bad boy because that he is not and I'm so glad think its why I love him even more. He is romantic, sexy, flirty, naughty.... my sexy raffy!

[revasserium]

promise (to be holy)

rafayel; 1,745 words; fluff, fluff w/out plot, established relationship, kinda?spoilers for raf's lvl 55 affection story, no "y/n", genderless!reader, very suggestive but not actually nsfw

summary: oh, didn't you know? promises are sacred things beneath the ocean...

a/n: @syneilesis thank u for being my lad screaming buddy; this one's for you and for raf the little slut

The ocean has always been a certain kind of poetry, hasn’t it? You smile to yourself as you blink yourself awake and the world is the size of your sunlit bedroom. Rafayel’s breaths are even, his lashes so dark and long they remind you of a certain kind of midnight — the kind that catches starlight in her hair and has magic in her fingertips.

The kind of midnight that inspires wonder.

“If you really are that enamored with me… I can paint you a portrait. It’ll last longer.”

You blush, even as Rafayel’s eyes flicker open to catch yours, his lips pulled into a teasing, sleep-heavy smile.

“I — I wasn’t staring. I just woke up too and you were blocking my sun.”

You try to turn away, but Rafayel is faster, his arm looping around your middle to pin you to him, his breath warm as it kisses the skin of your bare shoulder. He cocks his head, still blinking the sleep from his eyes.

“Oh? Is that so?” he asks, shifting so that your eyes are level. The morning light paints his outline in liquid gold, and from here, the shade of his eyes makes you think of all the secrets the sea might keep from the sky.

“Mhm,” you nod, licking your lips, and watching with some satisfaction, as his eyes flick down to trace the movement. His skin is warm and his fingers soft as they press into the bend of your waist to pull you closer.

“Liar,” he says — whispers, before he dips down to graze his lips against yours.

You sigh against him, grinning as you curl your fingers into his hair and tug. The way he gasps makes a certain, unnamable hunger surge within you, pushing you forward till you’re pressing him back into the bed, your thighs on either side of his hips.

“Y-you — ngh —” Rafayel hisses as he tips his head back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, his fingers inadvertently into your skin. You cock your head — and perhaps it’s the tantalizing line of his neck as he leans back, straining beneath you, or perhaps it’s just the morning light, falling like a lover’s caress across the smooth of his skin, the soft wave of his hair as it splays across the pillow — dark against light.

“Now… who’re you calling a liar?” you ask, flattening your palm slowly against his chest, reveling in the way his stomach tenses beneath you, how his breaths seem to quicken as you lean down and down and down.

“Y-you —” he almost musters up a glare as he hisses, “bullying the weak…” he murmurs as he tries to turn away. You twist his face back towards you with a finger beneath his chin and watch as his eyes go wide.

“Oh? You think this is bullying? But… I haven’t even gotten started yet…” you don’t miss the way his pupils dilate, the way his entire body goes rigid and then soft.

“I — you — I’m not accustomed to the ways of you humans! T-to a Lemurian like me… this is — this is —” The words die on his lips as you lean down to skim your lips along the bend of his neck, dropping phantom kisses on the long line of his collarbone, your fingers still holding his head in place.

“Hm?” you hum, grinning as he arches up into your touch, his fingers digging crescent-moon grooves into your hips and thighs, “this is… what, exactly?”

Rafayel makes a broken, keening noise at the back of his throat as you pull away, a fox-fire smile twisting your lips. You blink down at him, feigning innocence.

“Didn’t you say you were going to tell me all about Lemurian traditions? Why not start now?”

His eyes narrow as he forces himself to look away from you. You can almost feel the heat radiating off him in waves, burning from the tips of his ears all the way to the roots of his hair.

“I — you —” his lashes flutter and you can’t help your own laughter as it bubbles from you.

“C’mon, let’s get up — didn’t you want to go to the paint shop today — oh!”

You make to pull away, swinging your legs off him, but the world tilts as a pair of hands pull you back, and a moment later, you’re being pressed into an ocean of tangled sheets and pillows, Rafayel’s face hovering above yours, his expression caught between annoyance and ill-concealed desire.

“You shouldn’t start something you can’t finish,” he cocks his head, lips drawn into a delightful pout as you try to tug your hand away. He huffs as he pins you down harder, the redness in his cheeks deepening even as he leans in.

“Who said I was starting anything?” you ask, batting your lashes up at him even as he scoffs.

“Words aren’t the only way to make promises, y’know,” he says, and you feel his grip on you loosen. But there’s a tantalizing lilt to his voice that holds you in place, a dark, faraway look in his eyes as he leans back slightly, his gaze grazing down the shape of you, splayed out beneath him.

“Yeah? Then… what’s another way of making a promise?” you ask, propping yourself up on your elbows as he shifts back to allow you more space. You shift and the pair of you find yourself sitting face to face, the sheets rumpled around you like a white-sand beach, the remnants of the night before scattered in the folds like footsteps in the sand.

He looks at you before his eyes cast downwards. Your fingertips itch toward him and you reach out, brushing aside a stray strand of hair. Quick as a flicker, he catches your hand, pressing his cheek to your palm, eyes falling shut as he sighs.

“There’s… lots of ways to make a promise…” he says, murmuring it against your skin as he turns his face to press a kiss to the delicate skin of your wrist. You shiver as heat chases up your arm, tingling through your body as you swallow.

You sit there, frozen, as he leans in, slow and slow and slow — till you can feel the heat of his breath on your lips.

“You see… words are a little harder when you’re underwater, so sometimes we make promises by touching palms —” he turns his hand around yours till your fingers lace, “sometimes… we brush cheeks…” he grins as he leans in further, his cheek brushing by yours.

“And sometimes…” he pulls back ever so slightly, till you feel your own breath catch in your chest. His voice is deep and warm and soft and sweet — tugging you in as the moon on the tide, and you can’t help but wonder at the mysterious forces that might’ve pulled you towards one another in the beginning.

Chance, or perhaps something much less nebulous — like gravity.

Your lips meet like magnets clicking into place, and it’s far from the first time you’ve kissed but somehow here, in the morning light, with the windows of the bedroom thrown open to welcome the sea, the salt hanging solid and heavy in the air, it feels like the first time. You can taste the smile on Rafayel’s lips, can feel the eager way he presses in, tongue sweeping across your lips as you gasp open for him. You feel the weight of his body as he pulls you in, pushes you down, and the gentle give and take of it all somehow rings out against the slow shushing of the rising tides.

When he finally pulls away, both of you are breathless. You wonder, briefly, dazedly, if he might’ve been able to go on kissing like that forever. Do Lemurians even need to breathe? What might it be like to kiss like that and never feel the burning ache of oxygen in your lungs? It’s a dizzying thought, and you let yourself linger on it for a second more before Rafayel’s laughter breaks your train of thought.

“What? Was it so good that you’ve gone into shock?”

You blink, shaking your head as you feel heat wash up into your cheeks.

“No! I — I was just wondering… what does a kiss promise, exactly?”

And at this, Rafayel’s cheeks darken again, but he sighs and lowers himself onto the bed next to you, a finger trailing idly along the bend of your ear.

“Well…” he says, “it depends on the kind of kiss.”

You yelp, swatting at him with a pillow as your stomach flips inside you at the implications. His laughter is bright and pure and sweet, but as you both settle down again, he shrugs, pulling you closer to nuzzle his nose against yours.

“But mostly… a kiss just promises that there’ll be another kiss.”

You smile, leaning up to graze your lips against his, “Like that?”

He lets out a soft groan before pulling you in, his lips parting yours, slow and sensuous.

“Yeah… just like that.”

“And so… if you kiss once then…” you press a finger to his lips to stop him from leaning down again, “you’ve gotta keep on kissing? Forever?”

Rafayel grins, tugging away your hand, “That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”

You purse your lips, humming as you feign contemplation. Rafayel scoffs and makes to move away again, but you pull him back, laughing.

“You can’t leave yet! We’ve got a promise to keep, remember?” and with that, you kiss him, and he softens. As he always does.

“I think…” he says, a little breathless as the pair of you sink back into the sheets, “we’ve got a bit more than one promise… but I think we can start with this one…” and he leans in to capture your lips in his, fingers drifting to the skin of your waist. And as the dawning day watches from beyond the window, the ocean shushes itself against a stretch of forgotten beach, water through sand like tangling lovers’ fingers, reaching and holding, pushing and pulling.

And for lovers like that, there will always be promises to keep, and keep, and keep.

pls come talk to me about love and deepspace oh m ygod

[elenagoeslightly]

So let me understand: since the mc saved rafayel, as a lemurian he belongs to her? And can't refuse her???

Girl i am SO happy the mc is a nice and loving person bc jesus almighty this is the recipe for a DISASTER.

What is it with this poor fish and the universe denying him his bodily autonomy?

He cries? pearls, and people want pearls.

Blood? some kind of fountain of youth.

His gf literally killed him (even if it wasn't intentional i don't think that suffering at the hands of your beloved is a walk in the park full of daisies) and CUT OFF HIS TAIL that is gory AS HELL also cut off his scales which sounds like a very low circle of hell all things considered.

like i know that all the guys suffered but some parts of rafayel's myth are straight out of a horror movie and it's incredible that even though he went through all that stuff and remembers it all he is STILL desperate to be loved by the mc. still tries his all to make her remember and to make her fall for him.

[seaofgoldensand]

just thinking about the recent stories from the latest update with rafayel going to raymond's funeral, how talia was singing not to raymond and how rafayel positioned the specific flowers (gardenias) towards the lemurian skeleton and not raymond. then thinking back to how raymond was so fascinated by the painting that rafayel made and how thomas had to beg rafayel to allow raymond to buy it. and it makes me wonder, had he obtain the painting after the lemurian skeleton? my silly little thoughts want to say something along the lines of...

raymond had obtained the lemurian skeleton long before the painting that rafayel made. and perhaps something about the lemurian skeleton could have been what had kept him alive. we know that lemurian's blood can resurrect or make one live forever. maybe raymond found that out and that's why he was able to live so long. rafayel could've easily figured out what raymon had done or was doing, hence his intention of creating a piece that raymond would have to get his hands on unbeknownst the danger that lies ahead.

honestly thinking more about it, there was that part in rafayel's myth that 'once you tame a lemurian, they cannot go against your words', so what if that's exactly what raymond had done? tamed a lemurian and demanded everything in their arsenal, to live forever but some mishap happened, and by preserving the skeleton, he was able to continue living, though perhaps his days had been numbered.

after rafayel told talia that raymond was dead, she said "then we can all get a good night's sleep for now" ... clearly showing there is something more that is brewing even after raymond's death. which also reminds me how he had a team that he wanted zayne to join in terms of research, or that's legit what i got from ch2 when raymond talked about xander sciences.

call me silly, but it feels as though this might have something to do with lemurians, their blood and maybe even their practices.

[wolfofcelestia]

OK BUT

They took away some of her boobage to make this card less suggestive right??

Because my girl can't be that flat!! I MEAN SHE IS TINY BUT her boobs look like they just disappear in that sweater

LET ZAYNE HAVE HIS BOOB PILLOW

I VOLUNTEER

I honestly wish MC had a little more going on. Or at least, I wish we could customize her body a little

Because self-inserting is fine from the neck up, but then I look at her body and it reminds me of when I was 13 years old 😭😭😭

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Yall can ignore me I'm just trying to make Dark Star (Étoile Noire if we're keeping the Lumière thing going) happen.

Also I want them to give me a good look at his freaking mask so I can replicate it UGH. If anyone has a good shot of that thing pleaaaaase share it with me bc all I have is that one blurry over the shoulder shot and it's killing me 😩

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

this mf.... he knows what he's doing, what did i tell y'all...

[letsgauxplay]

"Face, closer."

"You coward."

"You win."

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Bonus under the cut

[hiraya0-0]

Got a free 5 star from infold and this card is his freaking first 5-star i get since the moment the game was released. Like the heck Xavier? Come home bibi

[hellcatinnc]

Some Cool Art/Vid I Did For Love And Deepspace

Just somethings I was messing around and made..

The top one were was a picture I redid and made to a gif but I hate that gifs make what I do in video format fuzzy so gonna leave the 2nd one I did in video format instead.

[redbearuniverseillo]

I’m afraid I have fallen into the love and deepspace hole 😭😭😭

[alsoyooraiyah]

bootleggers are so fast, jesus

[ranartinart]

Some progress with the fanart with Rafayel

[seaofgoldensand]

everyday i am reminded of what infold robbed us of

"i promise you'll see me every day" LIAR 😭😭

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

Do you have all xavier cards or are you broke? *cries in 100% completionist*

anonie 💔 it's so hard out there being f2p 💔 it is torture 💔

i WISH i had all of xavier's cards, but my luck has been absolutely Abysmal with oracle !!! 😭 and his veiled whispers only came home after hard pity, the upcoming triple banner scares me to death 😔🤲