silentxstorm
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You and Rafayel return home after a night out. Neither of you can keep your hands to yourself.
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This has absolutely no plot.
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and i'm on my knees looking for the answer by silentxstorm
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
05 Dec 2025
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You've had a no good, horrible, awful, very bad day, and Rafayel does his best to try and make it better for you.
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You didn't expect to run into Caleb in the shop you were helping to clear out. Things are tense after your last encounter in Skyhaven, but that doesn't stop you from wanting to see him. Everything changes when you see Caleb sleeping by the Endless Summer hydrageneas and wake him up from his restless dreaming.
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Or 'what if Caleb actually kissed you on the Endless Summer card.'
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Leisurely, one finger glides up the expanse of skin exposed by the undone buttons at the top of his shirt. It scorches a slow trail up from his stuttering heartbeat, over the bob in his throat, along his jawline, and up to the center of his right cheekbone, where his skin spreads a soft flush.
“One,” she whispers.
Her finger slides a short distance to the side of his nose. “Two,” she says softly.
Toward the top of his nose bridge, near the inner corner of his left eye. His lashes flutter under her touch. “Three,” she continues.
The weightless scrape of her nail drags back down his jaw, over his throat as he swallows dryly, and presses near the racing pulse beneath his neck. “Four.”
Or: Miss Bodyguard becomes Miss Sleep Aid and counts Rafayel’s beauty marks to “help him sleep.” They don’t sleep.
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28 Jan 2026
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“State what you seek.”
The faces of the Sanctarch’s followers are barely visible from beneath their hoods, but their consideration of you is palpable. You take a breath to steady yourself before shouldering it, allowing its weight to lower you to the ground. Your forehead rests on the tile as you lay yourself prostrate before them. The air thickens. The waves turn. Rafayel’s focus simmers across your scalp with the same vicious interest as the summer sun.
“I come seeking the favor of the Stella Ocean,” you respond.
Rafayel reminds the new empress that the Sanctarch didn't always bless their monarchs with a kiss on the hand.
Bookmarked by silentxstorm
25 Jan 2026
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Look, I just don’t think it gets much better than Sanctarch Rafayel trying to baby trap MC using an antiquated ceremony that requires some kind of ceremonial aphrodisiac which is further complicated by their bond that allows them to sense each other’s desire. Absolutely exquisite. Immediate download for offline rereading later. I will not be getting over Sanctarch Rafayel anytime soon and I don’t want to. I’m right where I want to be. 😌
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A 'Your Fragrance' smutshot except you did it on purpose.
“Will you…” You swallowed again. “Will you let me help you?”
His smile was all teeth, sharp fangs flashing in the low light.
“Help me?” he echoed. “You started this. You’ll be the one to finish it.”Bookmarked by silentxstorm
27 Dec 2025
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teasing dom raf nsfw your fragrance au
(omfg thisssssssssss is everything)
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“So does it work?”
“What?” She squeaked.
Rafayel drew her closer, turning her hand to lean his cheek against her knuckles. “Does a cock break a fever?” He asked in a sick pantomime of innocence. “As we’ve discussed, my knowledge of the human body is limited. I have much to learn.”
The Castellan of Romirro overhears the maids discussing a bawdy home remedy, and the Sea God puts it to the test.
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- Part 3 of love & deepspace kinktober
Bookmarked by silentxstorm
14 Dec 2025
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Stunningly beautiful fic of ToR Rafayel and MC. Stylistically, it is gorgeously written. And the smut? 🥵🤌✨✨✨✨✨ so so so so good.
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"Why are you doing this, anyway?”
“I already told you,” he says patiently. “I want you—”
“To see what you see. I know. But.” You flounder, struggling to articulate exactly why this scenario is so difficult for you to wrap your head around. It’s not the nudity, not really. But the sheer amount of attention he’s given you. The time. “You’re not really getting anything out of this. Not if you don’t put it on exhibit.”
There’s a pause in the rhythm of his sketching. “Ma petite muse,” Rafayel purrs, the endearment dripping with amusement. "Are you asking me why I ‘do’ art?”
Bookmarked by silentxstorm
06 Dec 2025
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Strikes that perfect balance of incredibly sexy and deeply emotional. The complexity is delightful and Raf’s tongue in cheek comments are *chef’s kiss.*