Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
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).
You haunt all of Caleb’s thoughts and dreams. You live in his mind rent-free, 24/7. Even when he pulled that man to his knees using his gravity evol, his blood boiling at the audacity, his mind drifts for a second. Wondering how you would look in that position. On your knees. Eyes wide. Desperate to be a good girl for him. Only him. Late nights at his office often end the same way, his fist tight around his cock, crimson lace he had stolen from you pressed to his face, as he eagerly inhales your scent. He knows what he did was wrong, yet all logic flies out the window when it comes to you, he can’t help it. You make him impulsive. Weak. Though he would never change a thing.
i want him so bad its not funny anymore SOS