Lads Rafayel - Blog Posts

what!!

lads has fighting stuff?!?! i thought this shit was like episode💔💔 didnt know i’d have to work for it🤬

it started as one sketch....

those are my loves 🥺

My Dad!Raf fic, as promised☺️

No Harm Done

cw// fem!reader(referred to as wife, mama, mother, etc), tooth rotting fluff, toy/bubble gun, some injury(soap in eyes and falling on soapy floor >:)), FLUFFFFF

wc; 1355 | proofread by the lovely @grievetheliving3311 | I'm calling the daughter Pearl bc I saw hc about Raf's first daughter being named Pearl and couldn't help myself☺️

A little girl really, absolutely, couldn't possibly do that much harm. Right? At least, that's what you assumed Rafayel must have been thinking when he gave your 5-year-old daughter a bubble gun.

You were simply sitting at the desk you had managed to cram into the bedroom, when you moved in with Rafayel. The desk was simple, wooden, not too tall, and not too short. Your laptop was propped comfortably in the rough middle of the desk, and there were various messy drawings, small paintings, and files scattered amongst the rest of your stationary. Your chair was soft, with a backrest that barely passed your head, and armrests at the perfect height. Not to mention how warm it was from the advancing dusk that infiltrated your pretty, white, curtains.

You weren't doing anything in particular, just scrolling on social media after a long day at work. You thought your husband was painting in his studio, letting your dear little gremlin run around and play. Yeah, you thought. Although, once you heard two sets of giggles, it became increasingly clear that you were wrong.

You decide to believe that Rafayel simply took a break to play with your daughter, and go back to what you were doing, when…

“Mama! Put yer hands where I can see ‘em!” The little girl bursts in with a huge grin on her face.

You can't help but smile as well, at the sight, until you see what she's holding.

It's hard to see in the dim, dusk lighting, but it looks somewhat like the weapon you use for work! Reasonably panicked, you quickly stand, and rush over to her.

“Sweetheart, where did you-” Relieved to suddenly find it isn't actually your gun, you wonder where she got a bubble gun from… Or rather, who.

“Baby, did Papa give you this?” You ask softly, tapping your index finger on the semi-hexagonal shape of bubble wands on the end of the ‘barrel’.

Pearl lets out an excited ‘mhm!’, and you can see where she previously lost one of her back teeth purely from how big she's smiling. It's kind of somber to see how fast your little girl is growing up, but, nevertheless, you have a culprit to catch.

You think for a moment…, how to scare your husband? Hmm… Aha!

“Do you wanna sneak up on Papa?” You propose, already preparing to let your little troublemaker climb onto your shoulders.

She beams, “Can we!?” Her eyes absolutely light up like the sea you swear is hidden in them.

You smile warmly, “We can,” You turn her around so you can pick her up and plop her on your shoulders.

Slowly, you stand up, a smirk playing on your lips. You secure the dear girl by gently holding her ankles, slowly creeping down the hallway. Quietly(though not quiet enough), you giggle, but Pearl playfully shushes you, and rests against the top of your head.

She holds the bubble gun so that your head acts as a stand for it. Your little shrimp giggles, gasping afterwards as if she'll shush herself.

Once you reach the end of the hallway, you hug the wall, scanning the living room-turned-art studio for your husband. You can hear the ticking of Rafayel’s analog clock, and the soft classical music he has playing.

Eventually, you find the chance to sneak up on him. Watching as he sits on a low stool to work on a smaller painting, you begin to creep forward with a big grin on your face. Slowly, once you might as well be breathing down his neck, you trail your right hand from your daughter's ankle and jolt! Rafayel’s shoulder with it.

“Hands up, Papa!” Your baby girl giggles.

Thinking nothing could happen, little Pearl pulls the trigger of her toy… just as her father yelps and turns around to face you…

“Oh! Raf, are you okay!?” You quickly, and gently, place the new culprit on the nearby couch.

You hurry back over to your husband, but…, you underestimate how slippery your daughter's earlier playtime has made the floor. You slip, clattering to your butt, right next to where Rafayel is wincing on his knees.

You can't hold back your laughter, but Pearl breaks first. She's giggling and writhing on the couch, while you and Rafayel begin to double over in laughter instead of pain. You're pretty sure the soap bubbles are making his eyes water, and despite the sting, and the soapy-salty tears on his cheeks, it's obvious his two guppies are his favorite people in the world. But you do have a mess or two to clean now…

Your daughter gasps loudly, “Mama! Papa! It got painted!”

The two of you look over in confusion, laughing when you see the tiny bit of paint that got on the toy. You look back at each other and your hand reaches out to brush some bubbles away from Rafayel's cheeks.

“Thank you, Treasure,” He smiles.

You had always liked the nickname. Though he wasn’t a pirate or anything, being the God of the Sea was close enough for you.

With a content sigh, you plant a chaste kiss to your husband’s lips, sneakily ruffling his perfect hair, “Let’s get all this cleaned up, yeah?”

You help Rafayel to his feet, moving to snatch your daughter up onto your hip. You guide Rafayel to the bathroom, letting him wash his eyes as you wander to the kitchen to take care of Pearl’s dilemma.

Kissing her forehead, you set the small girl down on the counter beside the sink. You start humming a soft tune, the one you always hum to help your mischievous guppies fall asleep. You turn on the faucet. She hands you the bubble gun, smiling giddily at the thought of it being cleaned.

You run the spot of paint under the warm water, figuring it'll get the paint off faster than cold water can. Pearl watches, mesmerized by the water whirlpooling in the drain as her father quietly approaches.

Much to your surprise, Rafayel gets his revenge. Sneaking up to hug you from behind, he lets the remaining water on his face drip down your nape. Out of surprise, you jump and end up letting go of the bubble gun. It hits the bottom of the sink, knocking the soap cartridge loose. You giggle obliviously, turning your head to receive another innocent kiss, as your beloved wipes away a few drops of water from your neck.

“Mama, look!” Pearl squeals, pointing at the sink.

And that's when you notice the sink is filling with bubbles, all thanks to the warm water and loose bubble cartridge. You let out a surprised yelp, quickly turning off the water.

“Oh…, Raf, ‘m sorry; lemme-”

“No, let me,” He interrupts, “You go lay down with Pearl.”

With a sigh, you wrap your husband in a grateful hug. Lifting your daughter into your arms, with a small ‘c’mon, sweet-pea', you wander back down to her bedroom.

After putting her into her favorite mermaid pajamas, you shuffle off to yours and Rafayel's bedroom. You lay down with her, humming as the two of you cuddle up under the huge blanket.

Without much effort, you both drift off as quickly as all this fun unfolded. Like a typical little kid, Pearl snores softly in your hold, safe in her mother's embrace. Rafayel’s pillow is soft beneath your cheek, justifying your habit of stealing his half of the bed.

Soon he comes back, figuring he could watch a movie with his wife and daughter, only to find you both out cold… on his pillow.

He sighs, shaking his head with a soft smile. He climbs into bed to face you, one arm sliding under you to rest your head on his toned-yet-cushy bicep. Rafayel wraps his other arm over your waist, trapping Pearl between your chests, rubbing your back while your mini-me curls up against her parents’ chests like a baby shrimp.

With the messes cleaned, and a happy sleeping family, the night goes off without a hitch; your dreams intertwining and your smiles softer than the pillows beneath you.

© a-yciecat

Fandoms and No-No's for requests!

The Rafayel fic is done! I'll be posting it this afternoon, sorry for the long wait everyone!💜💜💜

@grievetheliving3311

I have this one friend who absolutely loves Rafayel. Would you guys like it if I wrote a fluff fic about girl dad!Rafayel's and your daughter where he gave her a bubble gun and all chaos ensued?

I want to see a fanfic crossover about Obey Me and Love and Deepspace. Sounds interesting.

The MC from Lads would be teleported to Devildom and the story from OM would start and yeah 👍. Caleb is definitely gonna be the most overprotective one out of the five.

I feel like Xavier and belphegor would be sleeping friends

Lucifer would probably enjoy Zayne's company since Zayne is the most mature one out of the five and one of the more intelligent out of the five. (Academic intelligence) {I hope I ain't offending any non-Zayne girlies.}

Xavier and Solomon would most likely try to cook something. But at least Xavier can cook ramen or something, Solomon can't. I'm pretty sure Solomon can somehow burn porridge or water.

Asmodeus would definitely be flirting with all five of them. He would be eyeing them.

Asmo: MC! Why didn't you tell me that your childhood best friend would be such a snack!

MC: Because I know you would flirt with them. 😑

Levi would be too nervous to talk to them. I'm pretty sure all five of them are taller than him, and all of them have a menacing aura to him especially Sylus.

Zayne would most likely be interested in Beel's diet and being able to be so fit.

Idk much about Caleb's lore so idk what to put for him

Rafayel would be friends with Levi since sea creatures and all. I could see Rafayel and Levi talking about the creature. Also I feel like Rafayel and Caleb are the most interested in anime so I'm sure Levi would like to ramble about that with them.

Idk about what to put for sylus. (I'm srry sylus girlies)

Credits artist 奥兹amosi/ Weibo

RAFAYEL AS YOUR BOYFRIEND (TEXTS)

,, rafayel x gn! reader, established relationship, swearing, etc

,, cumbackk fr 😝 (here's the part 2 i promised, sorr for the delay)

SNEAK IN

Where rafayel sneaks in the dorms to get hold of you, as you both try and hide

Rafayel x gn! reader,, 1.5k ,, slight mature (making out!!)

“What are you doing here?” A panicked shriek escapes your lips as you spot Rafayel standing right outside your dorm. He shouldn’t be here. You both knew that.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the nearly empty hallway, cutting off any words you might have spoken as his eyes widened in fear. The first year of university was not the time to take risks that could ruin your future—not like this. And if Rafayel was caught in the dorms, there would be no talking your way out of it. The consequences would be severe.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, its screen casting a pale glow over both of your faces. Dread pooled in your stomach as you glanced at the notification—it was a warning about an intruder on campus. Rafayel. What you had feared was true. Maybe you’d jinxed it.

Rafayel plucked the phone from your hand, his eyes pleading with you, as if silently saying, save me this once, darling. Despite the danger, a smile tugged at your lips.

He’s here to see me.

Just like that, all the frustration you’d felt melted away, replaced by a warmth you couldn't deny. But the moment of softness didn’t last long. The warden’s footsteps were growing closer, her presence almost upon you. If she saw him now, it was over.

The warden’s footsteps echoed closer, but your mind raced even faster. There wasn’t much time, and if she found either of you now, there would be no way to explain why—Rafayel of all people—who shouldn’t be here was sneaking around the dorms.

Without thinking, you grabbed Rafayel’s hand and pulled him down the hall, your footsteps hushed and quick. The only sound left was the distant echo of the warden, growing fainter as you led him to safety.

Rafayel’s hand was warm in yours, his grip tight but comforting as you pulled him deeper into the shadows of the hallway. Your heart raced, not just from fear of being caught, but from the strange thrill that always accompanied him. You glanced back at him, a smile still playing on your lips despite the urgency of the situation. He was here. For you. And somehow, that made the risk worth it.

Your pulse quickened, but not just from the threat of getting caught. You were running through a maze of half-formed plans, trying to figure out where to hide him. "This way," you whispered, tugging him toward a stairwell at the end of the hall, just out of the warden’s sight. He followed without hesitation, his eyes still holding that playful glimmer even in the midst of the danger.

As the two of you slipped into the stairwell, the dim light flickering overhead, Rafayel’s breath was heavy in your ear. You pressed a finger to your lips, signaling for silence. The warden's footsteps grew louder, then paused—too close for comfort.

You pressed your back against the wall, trying to keep your breathing steady. Rafayel stood close, his chest almost brushing yours, his heartbeat pounding just as loudly as yours. For a moment, the world outside vanished. It was just you and him in the narrow space, the heat of his body radiating into yours, his gaze locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“I can’t believe you came here,” you murmured, not sure whether to scold him or laugh.

His lips quirked up into a smirk, and he leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “I told you. I had to see you.”

The footsteps resumed, moving further away now. You let out a sigh of relief, finally able to breathe again. But before you could pull away, Rafayel’s hand reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with a gentleness that made your heart stumble.

“I knew you’d save me,” he whispered, his tone soft but filled with something deeper. "You always do."

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the danger of getting caught faded into the background. All you could focus on was how close he was, the way his gaze lingered on your lips, how his hand remained on your cheek, making your skin tingle in its wake.

“Rafayel…” You started to speak, but the words caught in your throat.

Before you could finish, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a sudden, soft kiss. It was quick, almost too quick, as if he couldn’t resist but didn’t want to push too far. When he pulled back, his expression was both hesitant and hopeful, like he was waiting for your reaction, uncertain of what came next.

The silence that followed wasn’t tense—it was filled with unspoken emotions, with everything that had been building between you two for so long but never put into words. You blinked up at him, your lips still tingling from the brief contact, your mind spinning as you tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Before you could say anything, the footsteps returned, closer than before. Panic surged through you once again. “We need to move,” you whispered, pulling him up the stairs.

This time, Rafayel followed without a word, his hand still in yours as the two of you raced higher into the stairwell, trying to find a way out before you were caught.

But as you ran, the kiss lingered in your mind, leaving you breathless for reasons that had nothing to do with the warden or the danger that lurked around the corner.

You pressed yourself into the corner of the stairwell, your back flat against the cool wall as you dragged Rafayel into the shadows with you. His body was pressed close, too close, the heat of him seeping into your skin, and the footsteps from the warden were a distant hum in your ears compared to the wild thrum of your heart.

Neither of you spoke. It wasn’t necessary.

His eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense, and before you could stop yourself, you reached up, tangling your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him in closer. His breath was warm against your face, and for a brief second, you hesitated, feeling the weight of what was about to happen.

But then he kissed you.

It wasn’t the shy, fleeting kiss from before—this was deeper, more urgent. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that made your head spin, and suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not the warden, not the risk of being caught, not even the fact that you were standing in a stairwell where anyone could walk by. It was just him—just Rafayel—and the fire igniting between the two of you.

His hands found your waist, gripping you with a desperation that mirrored your own. You could feel his heart racing as fast as yours, the shared thrum of adrenaline and desire intertwining as his mouth moved against yours, deeper, rougher. The world around you melted away as you pressed harder into him, your hands roaming up to his neck, pulling him even closer.

Between gasps for air, you could hear the faint echo of footsteps nearby, a distant reminder of the danger. But neither of you pulled away.

Rafayel broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against your lips, “They’re getting closer.”

You nodded, trying to catch your breath, but before you could say anything, he kissed you again—fiercer this time, like he couldn’t stop himself. And maybe he couldn’t. Maybe you couldn’t either.

You tugged at his shirt, pulling him against you, the taste of him filling every sense. His hands roamed down your back, holding you tighter, as if he couldn’t bear to let go. Every time you kissed him, it felt like the world was slipping further away, leaving just the two of you in this wild, reckless moment.

The footsteps grew louder, and a small gasp escaped your lips as you broke apart, eyes wide, trying to remember where you even were. Rafayel’s lips brushed your ear, his voice barely a whisper. “We need to hide better.”

Your pulse hammered in your ears, but you managed to nod, your chest rising and falling quickly as you both moved further up the stairwell, searching for a better hiding spot. Rafayel pulled you into a small alcove between the flights of stairs, the narrow space forcing you both even closer, his body shielding yours from view.

The footsteps stopped at the bottom of the stairwell, so close now that you could hear the warden’s heavy breathing. Your own breath hitched as Rafayel pressed himself closer to you, his lips ghosting over your neck, just below your ear.

"Quiet," he murmured, though his own breathing was shaky. You bit your lip, trying to stay still, but the sensation of his mouth so close to your skin, the warmth of his body against yours, was making it impossible to think straight.

The warden's voice echoed faintly through the stairwell as she muttered something to herself, clearly searching for any sign of the intruder. Your fingers tightened around Rafayel’s shirt, trying to stay as quiet as possible, but when he leaned in again, kissing the sensitive spot just below your jaw, a soft gasp escaped you before you could stop it.

You shot him a look, eyes wide with panic, but he just grinned—mischievous, daring—as if this was all a game to him. His lips returned to yours, and despite every instinct telling you to stay quiet, to stay hidden, you couldn’t help but kiss him back, the thrill of it all consuming you entirely.

Each kiss felt like a stolen moment, deeper and more intense as the seconds ticked by. His hands were everywhere, pulling you closer, tangling in your hair, brushing against your skin in ways that sent shivers down your spine. You could hardly breathe, but you didn’t care. The world outside had faded into nothing, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in the dangerous, heady feeling of being caught but not caring at all.

The warden’s footsteps eventually receded, the danger passing for now, but neither of you stopped. You were lost in each other, in the feel of his lips, his hands, the way he made you forget everything else.

It was reckless, but with Rafayel wasn’t it always?

LDS boys x reader who's quite oblivious to their feelings?!?

| Partner who is quite obvious to the boys’ feelings |

Lnd boys x gn! Oblivious! Reader

Xavier

Xavier will wait for you to realize your feelings on your own terms giving you time and affection

He will be so soft and sweet to you, the man’s just happy to spend time with you

Sometimes while training together, he’d purposely let you win so can watch to celebrate.

When he does something a bit flirty, you’re dumbfounded- ears red eyes unable to meet his.

Though he isn’t the best person around to have in the kitchen, he makes an effort to learn how to cook your favourite dish.

A particularly strong hit from you caught Xavier off guard. He stumbled backwards, feigning a loss of balance, and fell to the floor with a dramatic thud. Concern immediately washed over your face as you rushed forward, your weapon forgotten, to check on your fallen comrade.

"Xavier! Are you alright? I should have been more careful," you said, worry etched across your features as you held him still.

Xavier lay there, seemingly dazed, looking up at you with a mysterious glint in his eyes. A whisper echoed through, "Woah... you look pretty from here."

Your concern shifted to confusion, and you tilted your head, trying to make sense of his words. "Hm? You said something? But I can't believe I was able to defeat one of the top-performing hunters today!" you exclaimed, once you registered the accomplishment, your attention torn between victory and the well-being of your sparring partner.

"Congrats on the win, you did great," Xavier replied, his hands reaching up to gently cup your face. The touch was unexpected, and you blushed slightly at the unexpected closeness. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of admiration and devotion.

Zayne

Zayne, although busy throughout the day, would set aside time for you to spend it with you even when you insist on him utilizing it to rest

His type of love would be acts of service and gift giving, getting you small things

^^ for example when you unconsciously ramble on how you were recently into doodling and sketching so he brings in a sketchbook for you to fill up )):

Or when you wanted to have crushed ice in the middle of the summer, he’d use his evol to help you out

He’d keep in one of your doodles on his office desk- a constant reminder of you that put a smile on his face

Dr. Zayne peered over the rim of his glasses, his expression a mix of concern and amusement. The soft hum of medical equipment echoed in the small examination room, creating an oddly serene backdrop to the unfolding conversation.

"Your heart's racing again," he remarked, the corner of his lips lifting in a half-smile. "May I ask why?"

"Really? I don't know, Dr. Zayne. This happens every time I'm near you. Do you think this is some kind of allergy?" you ask genuinely worried.

Laughter almost spills from his lips at the question, “I don’t think that is medically possible, perhaps this is because of some different matters..” zayne trails off, eyes hinting at something you aren’t sure of.

While you are left confused- oblivious even to his intentions!

Rafayel

This man will not stop pestering you, constantly throwing flirty lines at you even when you shoot him down again and again :(

Unlike the other two, immediately after he recognizes his own feelings, he’s all over you

Although when the topic of actually confessing comes up, he’s all shy and red in the face, and when you misunderstand his confession- he gets all pouty not talking to you for days

“y/nn!” he whines over the phone, “I need you here right now! You’re my bodyguard, right?! There’s this hideous bug near my canvas, please come quick,” he hurriedly says cutting of the call before you can even reply.

You roll your eyes as you hear his dramatic plea through the phone. It's not the first time he's called you for something trivial. Sighing, you decide to play along with his antics and head to his house.

When you arrive, you find him standing on a chair, gesturing wildly at the bug near his canvas. "Y/nn, thank goodness you're here! This bug is a threat to my masterpiece! Can you please get rid of it?" he says, looking genuinely distressed.

You can't help but chuckle at his exaggerated reaction. "Alright, alright, calm down. It's just a bug," you reassure him. You take a step forward and swat the bug away, making sure to make a show of it. "There, problem solved. Your masterpiece is safe," you tease.

He looks at you with wide eyes, a mix of relief and admiration in them. "You're my hero, y/nn! Always coming to my rescue," he says, a mysterious glint in his eyes. As you share a laugh, you notice a hint of vulnerability in his expression.

"You know," he starts, scratching the back of his head nervously, "I... um, appreciate you being around. More than just for bug emergencies, I mean." He glances away, his cheeks turning a shade of pink.

He hesitates and finally blurts out, "I like having you around, y/nn. More than just for emergencies." You raise an eyebrow, not fully grasping the weight of his words.

“I mean, I hope you do,” you start, giving him a small smile. Upon hearing your words, he’s not talking to you for the rest of the week, while you wonder if you had said something wrong.

Sorry you had to wait this late but I was busy with moving into uni and lyf happened, although be ready to be fed more often now!!

I just recently started playing and I got Rafayel at like 15 pity ? Then I wanted his outfit cause I saw it said I can choose one of their outfits at around 75 pity or something but ended up getting sylus at 20 pity jsnskskks likeee? Hehe

I've tried more than 30 pulls and couldn't get his birthday card, and I couldn't get the rerun too, and now the cake doesn't save, and I get this:

The only thing that made me feel better is because the letter saved and Rafayel said this in the story:

I'm disappointed, I really like him, Zayne (my main) and Rafayel are my favorite ones because of the lore (I love all of them, even Caleb but he scares me a little ngl😭), and I really wanted something cute to decorate his desk, at least they could've gave me the letter...

my last try was this simple one

and I tried to save, but it doesn't work! I've tried seven times already, but still 20/20, I'm really upset

Made a pretty and cute cake to Rafayel, but the game isn't saving, I've tried everything, but it's not saving...

I'm really upset to play the last chapter with a blank cake because I spent some time decorating it

Sad ending or happy ending, guys? This is for Rafayel's fic

saw just now that my post about Rafayel's fic was sent twice 😅 sorry!

I'm thinking about my next story about Rafayel that will be a fanfic with like... 15 chapters or more 🤭

Wait for "The Awakening of Lemuria"

Thinking about my next story about Rafayel that will be a fanfic with like... 15 chapters 🤭

Wait for "The Awakening of Lemuria"

Can you get out of the room? - LADS

You asked him to leave the room so you could change your clothes, but he reminded you that you both were married and had children. (I saw some couples doing this on TikTok).

pairing: Zayne x You, Xavier x You, Rafayel x You, Sylus x You, Caleb x You (Female reader)

warnings: pet names (babe, love...), sex mention, suggestive phrases

w:1576k

Zayne

It was a lovely Sunday evening. After a long week, you finally had a chance to have Zayne with you again, a rare occasion due to his hard work in the hospital. 

He was reading a book on bed, waiting for you to get ready so you can go out to eat at your favorite restaurant. The bedroom was very peaceful, the only noises being the cars outside and the My Little Pony opening song coming from the living room, where your daughter is. 

You just got out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, when you saw him reading and decided to test something you saw on the internet.

“Love, can you get out of the room, please? ” Your voice sounded innocent as you began to open your drawers. “I need to change my clothes”.

You turned to look at him and saw that he was staring at you over his glasses, looking confused. “Pardon?”

“Well, I need to put on some clothes and I am a bit shy to change in front of you.” You said, squeezing your arms around your body to keep the towel covering you. “You know… I am a bit embarrassed.” 

A playful smile appeared on your lips as you saw his frowned face.

“I don’t understand why you want me to leave the room.” He answers, closing the book and taking his glasses off. Then he stood up, walking towards you at a slow pace. His shirt has the first two buttons open, and his belt is open as well.

“Because I don’t want you to look.” He almost laughs at your answer, looking at you, dumbfounded.

Suddenly, he called your daughter's name, who appeared at the door after some minutes. She was only four and was wearing a blue dress, matching Zayne’s shirt color, ready to go out with you, so she looked at you a bit confused when she saw your body still wrapped in the towel. “Mommy is not ready?” 

“Mommy is being difficult.” Zayne forces a sad expression, walking towards the little girl and patting her head. “Tell her to hurry up.”

“Hurry up mommy!” Your daughter runs again to the living room and Zayne smiles, looking at you. 

“Do I have to remind you how babies are made?” You blush slightly when he smiles mischievously, leaning against the door. “But once you asked, I will leave the room and make our little angel company”.

Xavier

It was your time to take a shower, so Xavier was taking care of your son while you were enjoying your bath, massaging yourself with the liquid soap. When you ended your bath, you walked to the bedroom and saw Xavier with the baby in his arms.

“Babe, can you get out of the room?” The blonde man looked at you, confused. 

“Why? Did I do something wrong?” You opened a tender smile to him and chuckled, getting some clothes in the drawers. 

“No, of course not. I just want to change my clothes.”

Xavier looked at you, then his eyes found the baby in his arms. One moment later, he looked at you again. “You know… that I already saw everything, right?” 

You blush, looking away to cover your face. “Shut up… I just need some privacy…”

“If it is something with your body, stop overthinking. You are as gorgeous as ever.” You looked at him, and for a moment you didn’t know if you wanted to kiss him or to throw a pillow on him. 

It was just a joke, a prank that you saw some couples doing on the internet, you didn’t know he would say something like this.

“And don’t you remember what happened fifteen minutes ago that woke him up?” You widen your eyes, feeling your cheeks getting hotter.

“Xavier!”

You two listened to the baby laughing, and you couldn’t help but smile too.  “You… silly.” Xavier opened a warm smile at your words.” 

He kissed your forehead before he began to walk away from you. “I will get his pacifier. Maybe he can sleep again, and we can…” Xavier glanced at you.

That 's it. You got a pillow and threw it at Xavier, making him run out of the room, laughing out loud.

Rafayel

One morning, Rafayel was helping your son with the art homework, and both of them sat on the carpet of the bedroom.

You saw that cute and pacific scene in front of you and smiled, seeing your husband so excited to teach your little boy. A perfect time…

“That's it, my little bubble, now if you mix yellow and red…”

A perfect time for a prank.

“Babe, let's go to the swimming pool… it's so hot today.” You say, innocent, seeing your son's eyes shining bright with the excellent idea.

The boy closed the notebook and ran to his own bedroom, and Rafayel chuckled.

“Fine, let's relax a bit, maybe after that he can sleep early and I will have you just to myself.” He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist, giving your neck a peck.

“We will have a lot of fun, but now can you get out of the room? I need to put on my bikini.”

Rafayel frowned, confused. “What? Why do I need to get out?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling softly. “I am feeling a bit shy today, so I didn't want you to see.”

The artist raised an eyebrow at your comment.

“Love, do I have to remind you how we made that little boy?” He kissed your cheek. “It was raining when I held you and…”

“Shush!” Your face was almost burning up, as red as a tomato. “I remember.”

He chuckled again, caressing your hip slowly.

“Good, then I don't have to remind you about how…”

“Daddy! Where are my swim goggles?”

Rafayel stopped, looking at the door.

“Have you looked in your drawer?” He answered, looking at you. “I will help him.”

Sylus

It was your birthday and Sylus promised a “family day” to you, as you asked for. 

While you were drying your hair, he was helping your younger daughter to dress up. A moment later, he walked into your bedroom and saw you choosing an outfit. 

“Love, can you get out of the room?” Sylus frowned. “Why would I?”

“I want to change my clothes, so I will need to take off the one I am wearing.”

Sylus looked at your covered body, then at your face. “It’s not a big deal. You can change in front of me.”

“No, I am embarrassed.” You answer, lying. You just wanted to test the prank you saw on the internet.

“Embarrassed of what?” He scoffed.

“Changing my clothes in front of you.” He blinked, totally confused, then called three names, making his deep voice reach all the house.

Two children runned into your bedroom, the twins, who were already dressed up, then your younger daughter walked in slowly, since she was still learning how to walk.

“Trust me, kitten, I saw your body a lot of times already.” 

One of the twins frowned, saying “Ew! Mommy and Daddy are flirting!” You looked at the kid, poking his nose. “We are not!”

Sylus was smiling charmingly. “Of course we are…” He walked towards you and held your hand, giving it an affectionate kiss.

“Will we have another sibling?” You almost choked when the child said it out of the blue. “What? Where did you get this idea from?”

“Daddy told us that to make a baby he has to kiss your hand…” One of the twins said. “I want one more sister!” The other said as well.

You looked at Sylus, who was trying to hide his smirk against your hand. 

“Everyone… get out of here!” You shouted at them. Sylus laughed, holding both of the twins in his arms when he escaped from the bedroom, letting just you and your daughter. “Can you believe it?” You ask the little girl, who smiled cheerfully. “No, you are not going to have a new sibling.” You said, picking her up. 

Caleb

“Captain Marshmallow to Captain Daddy, are you listening to me?” You frowned, amused, as you saw your daughter and your husband playing spies in your bedroom, rolling on the bed and running around the room.

“I am, Captain Marshmallow. Leader Mommy just arrived from work. We need to greet her.” Caleb said as he picked the little girl in his arms. “Let's go.”

You smiled, kissing the girl's head before doing the same with Caleb's lips. “How are my ‘Captains’?” The question was almost a joke, but you saw your husband laughing.

“She watched a lot of movies.”

“Daddy! We can use the bubble guns to play!" The girl ran out of the room, letting you and Caleb all alone.

“How are you, my dear?” He hugged you tightly.

“Tired, but I am good.” You smiled, feeling a bit better. “I need to change my clothes, can you get out of the room, babe?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why? It's not like I never saw you naked before, you know…”

You poke his arm, blushing. “I just need some privacy.”

He laughed, seeing your daughter running back to the bedroom with two bubble guns on hands.

“I will give you ten minutes.” He winks, looking at you. “So hurry up, or I will have to keep you here for more than that.”

its always that tuna cunt😞

lost on kitty cards to rafayel 3 times in a roll. I hope he gets burnt to crisp by the sun

hes so delicious i cannot

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cws: written with god of tides raf in mind, kind of cult leader raf, dom raf, wanted him to be scary like he is in seething flames, mentioned public sex, breeding, doggy style, using master as a pet name, humiliation, degradation, worship

a/n: first fic under the new @ and i will never change it again oh my god it took me like 8 hours update all these stupid links and I actually quit in the middle of it so get used to this user T_T

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rafayel breathes heavily into your ear, each thrust angry and delivered with enough force to knock the wind out of you. the brown tiles of the desert's altar darken with your tears, sand turning to wet golden specs to be washed into the ocean nearby. you want to beg for your God to let you cum. only the man you worship could reduce you down to someone pathetic enough to beg for pleasure. you keep your mouth shut tight though, never daring to speak out of turn. "ah~" you moan when he begins to suckle at your neck, hands roaming your body wherever they please.

"my sweet disciple," he moans as he fucks you hard from behind on the steps of his altar, using you however he pleases. "i'm going to feed you full of me until you turn into nothing but a stain on the bricks of my altar, to join the rest." he whispers this in your ear as his thrusts begin to pick up, the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh mingling in with the ambience of the waves crashing around the two of you. you feel eyes all over you but you can't concentrate on exactly how exposed you are with the God of the Sea working you over.

still, you derive more pleasure than you probably should knowing that he's summoned an audience of creatures and merfolk alike to witness him breed you on every inch of the altar. "that's what you are. that's all you are, will ever be." he growls, biting into the tender flesh of your shoulder. "a disciple. meant for me to breed. born to worship me."

you whimper under the diminishing words and claw at the brick, arching even further into him as if it'll help you take more of his inches. everyone hears how he turns you into a mere hole for his own pleasure. but more than that, everyone hears how badly you want more of it. everyone sees how you dare to retch your hips back to meet his thrusts eagerly. and you both get off on it. "does serving me please you that much?" you can hear the smile in his question and maybe you should be humiliated. maybe you are. but you want more. you nod stupidly as you take the God's rapid thrusts, clenching and unclenching around him. "use your words, mortal." he growls behind you.

you yelp when he delivers the command along with a sharp strike to your plush cheeks, leaving the skin stinging in his wake. "yes!"

"tell me then," he doesn't let up, even going as far to play with your clit from behind, torturing you in front of an audience as if it's something that he does everyday. he rules every inch of the ocean. he's got more power than he knows that to do with. rafayel does do this every day.

"it's all i w-want!" you scramble to collect your words, despite being fucked stupid. "just want to make you ha-happy, m-master!" you're provided with a hum of approval as you huff the pitiful words out and cum after a few generously aimed thrusts are given to you. the mess that you make is washed down the ancient steps with the tide, mixing in with the salt water that he comes from and, as much as you should be humiliated, you find that your tears aren't just coming from pleasure. you feel honored.

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I GOT HIS CARD IN 20 PULLS NOBODY TALK TO ME RN IM SO AHAHAHAJAJJAKAA odds on me getting to fully rank it up before the event is over?? (slim to none)

need sylus or rafayel to be my paypigs this instant

late night rafayel thoughts

if you are someone who likes tattoos, rafayel would insist on designing them for you. the idea of his art permanently etched onto your skin, tying you both together, would drive him feral. but the thought of another artist getting the honour of inking you, and touching you is enough to sour his mood, he would definitely be sitting in on your session scrutinizing every move of the tattooist, his eyes darkening with irritation every time the artist's touch lingers a second longer than it has to. if he had it his way, he would be the one holding the needle, marking you himself (which he would be doing in a different way later that night).

the Artist posture™️

#LADsMultiBoycott: Enough Is Enough – It’s Time to Stand Together

“We don’t hate the game—we love it enough to want better.”

Over the past few weeks, the community has been buzzing over translated leaks and rumors surfacing on Xiaohongshu (小红书) and Twitter that point to a disturbing trend in Love and Deepspace (LADs). The upcoming multi-banner—whether it turns out to be the anticipated Spring or Wedding multi—will once again feature long hairstyles separated from their outfits. Yes, again. After all the outcry. After all the feedback. We're here once more.

Let me be blunt: we can’t keep going like this. We can’t keep hoping CN girlies will save us every time. We can’t keep spending in good faith when Infold continues to exploit our loyalty and silence our voices. We can’t keep pretending that fan art and cute trailers make up for broken promises and paywalled aesthetics.

It’s time for us to join together, across servers, communities, and fandoms. It's not about Sylus mains vs Caleb mains vs the OG3. We're all getting burned by the same fire.

💥 What We Know From the Leaks

According to reliable sources:

The upcoming banner after Sylus’s Birthday Event might be another multi-banner format, either Spring or Wedding.

Long hairstyles will be separated from the outfits and placed in a separate crate—again.

This structure mirrors gacha mechanics where full outfits demand 140+ pulls, stretching across 5-star parts like socks, pants, accessories, and hair.

These decisions appear to be influenced by monetization models similar to Infinity Nikki, prioritizing profit over playability or fairness.

📢 So What Are We Doing About It?

We are organizing under #LADsMultiBoycott to push back against these predatory changes. This isn’t just a tantrum. It’s a coordinated protest.

🔥 Our Demands:

Six-month roadmaps to ensure transparency and accountability.

Higher resource drops from the highest-tier Bounty/Core Hunt.

Stop separating hairstyles from outfits in banners.

New sources of diamond income (no more stagnant gem economy).

No spending for the first 3 days of the banner. Use only your saved-up diamonds.

File official complaints to show Infold that this matters. Email:

loveanddeepspace-en@infoldgames.com

support-EN@infoldgames.com

🧠 Strategy: What You Can Do

Here’s what our global LADs family is doing:

1. No Spending for Entire Banner Period

Even if you have funds set aside, hold them. Don’t top up. Don’t feed the system that’s disrespecting your playtime and wallet.

2. Delay Your Pulls

Do not pull in the first 3 days. Choose your LI in the pool, then log out. Let the data show decreased first-week participation.

3. Minimal Screen Time

Yes, log in for dailies, but keep your session short, especially for iOS users. Play Store and App Store algorithms track usage data. Reduced screen time:

Hurts engagement metrics.

Lowers game ranking.

Cuts ad revenue.

4. No Banner Fanart for First Few Days

As painful as it is to hide our beautiful boys, let’s not unintentionally trigger FOMO. Fanart drives hype—hold off until after the peak revenue period.

5. Only Use Android if Possible

App Store rankings are disproportionately influenced by iOS user engagement. Reducing iOS traffic matters more than you think.

🌎 A Global Movement: We’re Not Alone

Our fellow players in China have already shaken Infold’s confidence.

CN revenue dropped by 42.2% from Nov 2024 to March 2025 (from $100M to $57.8M).

Global rankings dropped, while games like Genshin and Wuthering Waves soared.

Their success in the "stop-spending-money" campaign proved one thing: boycotts work.

If they can do it, so can we.

✊ This Is About More Than Just One Banner

Infold believes that as long as they release a sexy card, we’ll cave. They believe we don’t talk to each other. That we’re divided by LI bias and language barriers. But what they don’t see is how deeply connected we’ve become as a fandom.

We aren’t asking for perfection. We’re asking for respect.

If we let this multi go unchallenged, it sets a dangerous precedent:

Separated hairstyles in multi-banners like this become normalized.

Resources remain stagnant.

Paywalls keep climbing.

F2P and low-spenders are permanently excluded.

💡 Why Minimal Playtime Matters

Some of you might be thinking, “But this won’t work?” And here’s why it will:

“Why Cutting Screen Time Works” – The Breakdown

Engagement metrics tank. App Store/Play Store ranks games by DAU, session length, etc.

Revenue drops. Less screen time = fewer ad views = less money.

Rankings slide. Visibility goes down, leading to even fewer players.

It sends a message. A sharp drop in playtime can’t be ignored by business analysts.

💬 “But What If Infold Cancels the Game?”

They won’t. That’s just fear-mongering.

If a company is willing to kill its own cash cow just because fans want better—then it was never worth our support to begin with. But more importantly: they won’t kill it. They’ve seen that the game can pull millions. They’ll just need to earn it now.

🧱 We’re Building Something Bigger

This isn’t just about LADs. It’s about every gacha game that’s begun preying on its fans. If we roll over here, what message are we sending to WuWa, HSR, ZZZ, GI, and the rest?

We all have that one game we ride or die for. But loving a game doesn’t mean blind loyalty. Criticism is love in action.

🧩 TL;DR: How You Can Help

❌ Don’t spend money on the next multi-banner

🕒 Log in for dailies only, pick your LI, then log off

🎨 Hold off on banner fanart for a few days

📉 Reduce iOS activity as much as possible

💌 Email: loveanddeepspace-en@infoldgames.com support-EN@infoldgames.com

🗣️ Spread awareness under #LADsMultiBoycott

Even if you’re the only one on your server, know that you’re not alone. We’re tired, we’re frustrated—but we’re not powerless.

Let’s stop funding our own oppression.

No fair treatment = no money. Let them earn it.

Resources:

Revenue Trends: Ennead Data

Reddit Info Post: Sylus Girlies PSA

XHS Links: Source 1, Source 2

…does anyone draw the lads guys as women…????

specifically…Raf, Zayne and Sylus actually

I know Sylus would make a fine ass woman !!! raaaaahhhh !!!!!