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i'm curious how many people also don't experience cramps as their main symptom, because back pain is the worst for me by far it's usually how i can tell my period is coming up too

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Title: With Time

Rating: R-18

Pairing: Rafayel x OC

Summary: One day you wake up in the monastery for the Sea God and the next, you’re tumbling off the boat and into his arms. aka you transmigrate into the myth of the Sea God

Notes: was too big to post here so I had to link it through AO3.

[qiyusprincess]

*cracks knuckles* who wants to read a transmigration au into the Sea God myth?

[qiyusprincess]

【Ｔａｋｅ　ａ　ｓｔｒｏｌｌ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｍｅ　ｍｙ　ｄｅａｒ】

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Hihi, was just wondering if you have an nsfw or even sfw headcanons for Rafayel?? And to pretty please share them, thank you 🤍🤍

# 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 !

WC: 1k words A/N: 18+, mdni as always. this was highly requested, enjoy! 🤭🤭

he's more on the bratty submissive side, but he'll occasionally like to show you that he can be in control too. this usually ends up with him fucking you within an inch of his life.

it's not surprising he's so vocal in bed with how much he talks normally. he's whining, whimpering, his desperate moans only to be broken by the soft pleas leaving his lips. "shit, angel, 's too much."

just because he loves being dominated doesn't mean he can't be a brat in return. if you were going to have him submit, you'd have to put in effort. this usually ended up with him drunkenly babbling in between your legs, begging you to let him put it in as he's eating you out like he was trained for this.

lays it on thick with the pet names. he's calling you darling, baby, sweetheart, angel, all in the most teasing tone because he knows it ticks you off. why does he do this? the answer is simple. angry sex. it almost feels like he's trying to get you both upset because he knows that's when he can fuck you best, hips rapidly making your messy cunt gush with arousal.

he has the habit of standing slightly behind you, so that he can "protect you". no matter how many times you tell him that you're his bodyguard, he simply won't have it. he also likes to surprise you by kissing the back of your neck, murmuring his lips against your skin in a way he knows will get you worked up only to pull back with a shit eating grin.

yeah, it's no surprise he loves teasing you. sometimes he'll pull you aside into some random bathroom of a mall and kiss you until you're a panting mess, using his hands to pull your panties aside under your skirt and rub small circles against your clit, having you buck back into his palm for more only to pull away, reminding you that you still had errands to run.

adding on to this thought, when he knows you're at work, he'll purposefully send you videos of him masturbating, whimpering your name as he drags his palm over his sensitive dick. the camera is shaky as he films himself, his cock twitching and thighs quivering as he calls your name brokenly while he cums, “f-fuck, jus’ not the same, need you so bad."

into being choked. one hundred percent. the way your fingers which he could so easily pry off of him deprive him of air with such aggression has his mind spinning. the lack of oxygen making his head swim and his vision blur at the edges as the sensation is mixed with the lust coursing through his veins has him seeing stars as you force your strap on further into his needy hole, the friction so dangerously electrifying.

loves it when you wear miniskirts. he likes how he can just snake his hands underneath the fabric and trace the outline of the panties your wearing that day, teasing you as feels the flesh underneath before pulling back, innocent eyes doing nothing to mask the undeniable want underneath.

food play. loves covering your body in whipped cream, chocolate, whatever confectionary topping he can get on you and treating you as his canvas before he licks it back up, taking extra care to fondle your sensitive nipples between his teeth as he laps up the surrounding sweet food.

as much as he loves being mean to you, he also has a sweet side. on softer nights, he'll take his time with you rather than rushing to fuck you stupid. letting his hands caress the planes of your body he's mesmerized so well, kissing every mole and small scar as he's brushing your hair out of your face so he can watch as he sinks his cock further into your drenched walls.

loves having you filled with his come. the sensation of you spasming around his cock as if you were desperately trying to milk more out of him had him unashamedly addicted to the sensation.

he'll literally go feral if you wear any type of thigh garter. he's just mesmerized by the way it contrasts with your skin, slightly squeezing at the flesh that just a little bit spills over, and how he can use it as leverage as he fucks you from behind, snapping and tugging at the bands as he pushes himself deeper into you.

he's not the type to be jealous of toys. in fact, he'll happily press the small vibrator harsher against your clit, watching as you cry and squirm at the sensation. he felt a more depraved sense of satisfaction at the way he finally had you begging for something.

he won't ever admit it, but he loves being humiliated by you. something about the way you grasp at his jaw, forcing his lips open as you spit in his mouth and call him your personal fucktoy has his body weak with undeniable arousal.

sometimes he'll purposefully go into crowded places and make sure there's only one seat left so that you'll have to sit in his lap. his enjoys the way your neck flushes red with embarrassment as he grinds up against the soft plush of your ass and pretends as if nothing's happening.

he gets jealous easily, and does nothing to hide it. rather, he takes out his frustrations on you as he fucks you in front of the mirror, internally smirking with satisfaction as he watches the mascara run down your cheeks. "do y'see that? i made you like this," he's whispering into your ear, hot breath teasing you as he's greedily sinking his cock deeper into your cunt.

aftercare with him is always short and sweet. it's usually comprised of a short shower, washing each others backs and blowing soap bubbles at each other before slipping back into bed, choosing whatever movie to fall asleep to as you cuddle in close.

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LINGERING GAZE | City Stroll - Time Tour

Chibi us on a date with Xavier while he is dozing off while walking. Wait, just realized that we're wearing matching outfits too! This is too cute, I can't! 🥺😭

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LINGERING GAZE: Romantic Afternoon

↪My couch is comfy, isn't it?

Ahhh soft Xavier is coming! Such a sleepy baby in the 1st gif and that eye contact in the 2nd! Bunny nuzzling onto another bunny~ Are we playing with a plush bunny hand puppet?! He holds our hand *melts*

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Bloom Like Flowers

Summary: In the final battle against Astra, you win, but at what cost?

Word count: 950

Pairing: Rafayel x OC, mentioned Xavier and Zayne 🤷🏻‍♀️

Author’s note: here’s my brain rot for Rafayel while listening to Guardian of the Memory by Honor of Kings (literally our song with Rafayel if you guys haven’t listened to it please do)

WARNINGS: character death, blood, fighting

Manami crosses her arms above her head as Astra’s sword comes lunging towards her. Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for the pain, hears Zayne and Xavier call out for her to move! but Astra is faster. Astra is a god and Manami’s a mere mortal, failing to protect her loved ones again and again.

She hears a grunt, eyes opening when the light dims just slightly as a shadow covers her. Her heart stops beating as she watches blood bloom through a white shirt, reminiscent of those flame lilies that he loves so much.

Rafayel turns to smile at her, blood spilling out the corner of his lips as Astra pulls their sword from the God of the Sea’s body.

“Foolish,” Astra yells with a laugh as Rafayel drops backward into Manami’s arms. They raise their sword once more only to come down against Xavier’s own light sword.

Manami isn’t paying attention anymore though, tears running down her face as she presses her hands into Rafayel’s wound, trying to stop the bleeding. She feels numb despite it, can’t process the fact that Rafayel is dying in her arms. Again.

“Rafayel,” she shouts, her heart breaking into millions and millions of pieces. “Why did you do that? How could you do that?”

Rafayel just laughs, fingers coming up to cup her cheek gently. His hand is still warm, brushing away the tears that slip down her cheeks.

“How could I not? I couldn’t live in a world where I watched you die,” he breathes out.

She can feel his heartbeat fading beneath her finger tips, his blood spilling warm into the cracks of her hands.

“And I can’t live in a world with you,” she gasps, pressing her cheek into his hand, desperate to keep him here with her. To keep him alive. She glances around, looking for Zayne. Maybe he can do something, anything, but he’s too busy assisting Xavier, fighting the God that continues to torture them all.

“Zayne,” she cries out. Just one second. She needs him for just one second but Zayne can only glance at her, an apology in his eyes that he still can’t do anything for her.

“Don’t call for another man when I’m in your arms,” Rafayel jokes, thumb slowly stroking her cheek. She glances back down at him, angry that he has the audacity to feign jealousy right now, angry that he’s put his life on the line for her.

“Is this the time to joke,” she begs and Rafayel laughs again, wincing as the pain in his chest begs him to do something. Blood spills past his lips as he chokes, body keeling forward and Manami holds him tighter, presses her forehead against his as he’s done to her so many times before.

“Rafayel please,” she whispers, but his body is going colder in her grasp. His life force is disappearing and she can’t even do anything about it.

“I love you,” Rafayel whispers through a mouth full of blood. He has to let her know, to say it again so she hears, so that she remembers. He loves her. He would never stop loving her.

“I love you too,” she tells him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. She feels his hand drop then, a chill running down her spine before she sets him gently down, fingers brushing his eyes closed.

When Manami stands up Astra turns to her, giving Xavier and Zayne just a moment to rest, a moment to breathe. Something Astra hadn’t allowed for Rafayel. She stretches out a hand and her wand appears in her hand out of thin air.

“Did I kill that God of the Sea,” Astra asks with a soft laugh. “I’ll have to apologize. My original target was you.”

Manami closes her eyes, steadying her breath for just a moment and when she opens them once more, her gaze is clear, devoid of emotion.

“Don’t worry,” she says softly. “I’ll send you his way so you can apologize in person.”

Astra’s body disperses into thin air the same way wanderers do. A blue light shines in the middle of Astra’s body and then, like a firework, it explodes, throwing all three of them back before the sparks fade into nothing.

Manami’s eyes turn to look towards where she’d last left Rafayel. She doesn’t need to look for Xavier and Zayne. They’re fine. She’d seen it for herself when they’d managed to steady themselves against Astra’s death.

When she looks though, his body is fading and she feels her throat closing up as she begins to choke on sobs. They’d won. She’d killed Astra but the gods still refused to reward her, could not even leave her lover’s body as she watched it also fade into sparkling blue flakes and return to the sea.

“Please,” she cries, crawling towards Rafayel’s body as it disappears. “Let me keep him. Let me have this much.”

An arm wraps around her waist from behind stopping her from moving forward and she struggles as Zayne holds onto her.

“Manami,” he whispers, voice pained. “He’ll return to the sea for the reincarnation cycle to start again.”

Manami shakes her head, trying to push herself out of his grasp. “No, no, no! Screw the reincarnation cycle! It’ll take forever! I need him here now!”

She watches with tears in her eyes as Rafayel fades but before he can fade completely Xavier covers her eyes, pressing his chin to the top of her head.

“Don’t watch,” he says softly. “He wouldn’t want you to remember him like that.”

Manami breaks down like that, in the arms of her two dearest friends, without her lover at her side.