Ok Sylus and Rafayel’s perfume are available in my country now. Do I buy it or not I want to have the whole collection but… I’m still waiting the day my husband said he’s actually a CEO
look at the bottle designs for rafayel, sylus, and caleb’s perfumes! they’re all so pretty. oh i cannot wait to see the designs for zayne and xavier.🥹❤️
Dark!Rafayel as your lover, and his secret gallery of you.
You know he keeps sketches of you in his private room. You’ve seen them before. The medium ranges from graphite, capturing your victory smile after winning kitty cards, to watercolor, rendering your awed face against a sunset, to oil, preserving the moments you wear his favorite nightgown.
You caught some naughty sketches too. You thought it was cute that he tried to hide them.
But no, he made sure you only thought he ‘tried’ to hide them.
If you look carefully behind the massive portrait of the two of you, you will spot a concealed door. It doesn’t have a knob, but a slight nudge will open it. He never truly needed to hide it, and he would be fine if you ever found it, but he didn’t tell you on purpose.
Because he wasn’t sure you would tolerate it. He constantly brood over the question. Would you accept him and his desires? The dark fantasies he channeled into art instead of inflicting them upon your flesh?
The vivid depiction of you bound in leather? The ropes? The toys and chains he already bought but never used? Or perhaps the one he paints of you and him, joined until the line blurs where he ends and you begin, in his true form, with not just one, but two cocks? Will you take it? Would you accept him?
Even if you refuse, he will ensure you take him anyway once the secrets are open. For now, he savors the thrill every time you enter the room, innocently inspecting the fresh drafts of your form.
"Hmm? What's this?" Your nails scratch along the seam of the hidden door.
You press against the panel. The mechanism clicks, releasing the lock, and the door swings to reveal his true gallery. From the shadows behind you, Rafayel steps closer, his gaze locked on you as a dark smile spreads across his face.
“Are you sure you wanna go in?”
Rafayel masterlist is open! Hope you enjoy them cuties ☺️🙏💜
You grab the smooth lace, waving the set at both Caleb and Sylus. Caleb only hums. A warm, indulgent smile spreads across his face when you take the piece he picked. Sylus, as usual, sitting down as if he owns the place, with legs crossed, watching you with an arched brow, smiling. Both of them wait in front of the changing room.
A boutique of this caliber can only be booked out for the day by him. You have to close one eye. There’s no need to nag him abouy his extravagance, especially when he looks so secretly pleased, like a kid who gets to buy his favorite toy, humming a low, flat tune under his breath. Suppressing a giggle, you pull the heavy curtain shut.
The seams and wires hug your breasts perfectly, meaning the size is right. However, the transparent fabric barely covers anything, accentuating the deep blush of your nipples underneath. Even you feel shameful at how exposed you are. But the design is so beautiful that you find yourself in a debate over whether to buy it or not.
“Pips, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you coming out?” Caleb’s voice laced with genuine concern. You instantly stop your internal debating.
“Uh, I-I’m not taking this!” You stammer, your face burning.
“But sweetie, Caleb chose them for you.” Sylus’s voice cuts in. He gives Caleb a side eye. “Even I have to admit... this pup rarely picks anything that doesn't suit you.”
The memory flashes vividly in your mind. Caleb had brought you a dress once, only for it to end up ripped apart by Sylus. A birthday gift for him, torn to shreds in less than 5 minutes after you put it on. Caleb only smirked back then, leaning against the wall as he told Sylus, “You’re welcome.”
Your mind snaps back to reality when you hear Caleb’s boots stomping closer.
“How about you show me—” Caleb starts, casually sliding the curtain open. He freezes for a split second.
“No… don’t look…” Your words come out as a breathless plea. You know both of them have seen every inch of your skin before, but the sensual nature of this attire makes you feel exposed. You try to cover your flushed face and your chest, but it’s too late. Caleb has already seen them, your hardened tips straining against the thin lace.
Without a word, he quickly slips inside and seals the curtain shut behind him.
“What a dog,” Sylus scoffs from the lounge chair. He rolls his eyes, thinking how childish Caleb is being. He must be teasing you over a lingerie set. He fully expects Caleb to touch you all over, maybe even tongue your wet folds, but as the seconds tick by, it grows too quiet behind the drape.
And so, driven by curiosity, Sylus flexes his fingers. His Evol lifts the very bottom of the curtain, just enough to see Caleb’s heavy boots and your bare feet.
Looking at the position, Sylus instantly recognizes the stance. Caleb has you pinned from behind, trapping you against the mirror. Probably stealing a few muffled kisses. Sylus releases his Evol and smiles, faintly amused. Caleb is nothing if not petty. This has to be a payback for the last time he had a duty call in Skyhaven.
Until the quiet shifts. A wet sound echoes, followed by a stifled moan.
Sylus’s smile vanishes. He raises the curtain’s hem again.
Your feet are no longer touching the ground. Your toes are dangling, flailing helplessly in the air, jerking to a frantic pace.
Sylus grits his teeth, his jaw tightening hard. He knows exactly what’s happening. But he can’t just rip the curtain away—not yet. He has to preserve your dignity from the boutique staff. Behind the fabric, your choked-back whimpers are turning into breathless cries.
“Leave,” Sylus commands, waving a dismissive hand. The store manager and attendants swiftly retreat to the back room, acting as if they’ve heard absolutely nothing. They have to—their lives are hanging on threads.
“Baby…” Caleb’s low, strained growl making Sylus’s jaw throb. Oh, he’s definitely going to have a word with him later.
Your muffled, helpless noises doesn’t help him. Sylus feels a demanding ache rising beneath his trousers, but he’s a man of control. He has no intention of touching himself like a desperate beast while watching such a vulgar display.
“I trust no one’s out there, bossman?”
That bastard must be slamming his hips with everything he has, because you can no longer hold back as a loud, broken cry escapes your lips.
That is the final straw. Sylus snaps.
His Evol flares, completely ripping the curtain from its tracks and shredding the fabric to pieces. At the same time, your back arches and Caleb groans into your neck, both of you crashing together in a climax.
Caleb finally releases his grip on your hips. Your legs tremble, your core filled until thick white cream drips down your thighs and ruining the heap of discarded lingerie you had tried on earlier.
Caleb fixes your dress effortlessly, pulls his own pants back up, and steps out of the ruined changing stall, humming the same flat tune in sarcasm. He doesn't even look bothered.
“We’ll take everything,” Caleb says smoothly, sliding his black card across the counter to the returning pale-faced manager.
Your knees buckle, but before you can hit the floor, Sylus catches you. His strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling your limp body against his chest. You weakly raise your head to look at him. Sylus only smiles down at you. A dangerous expression. A sharp muscle ticks in his jaw. You swallow hard.
“Having fun, sweetie?” he murmurs, his thumb tracing your swollen bottom lip. “Don't worry. I’m going to enjoy everything that will happen tonight.”
I swear it wasn’t supposed to be this long, but I got inspired by someone’s style of writing. My head hurts again. I’m satisfied tho. 😌
Thank you for the tag!! Not a very wide selection. Noah Kahan's new album struck a chord (heh) with me, in case it wasn't obvious.
Tagging @rillabrooke @cup-noodle @silverstar15 @onlystarless-eyesremain @abyssalcitrus @skoulsons @swinging-stars-from-satellites @darkoverstar @subjectsix @alexadelphia-official aaaaaand an open tag. If anyone else sees this and would like to do it, then consider this me tagging you (yes, that means YOU!)
tagging: @madistarlight, @redghost66, @shenzi-hemlock, @celinou, @indabenini, @a-lil-strawberry, @in-echoes-forever,
@abyssalcitrus (you get two because your special 😉)
Promise I did not take this long on purpose I was busy mentally prepping myself for a semi busy June 😭
I also wanted to put more thought into what I actually listen to regularly.
Since this is a Spotify centered ask I looked through my recents and here are my top 3 that are on repeat:
I’ve been dying to see that Michael Jackson movie ever since it came out and it looks like I might just be watching it at home 😭 which is fine in a way lol but I wanna be in the theatres when part 2 comes out!!
Okay as far as tagssssss:
@cherimoyatea @remnantsofgildedcages @inkblotgalaxies anyone else who sees this please join my brain is bleh rn 😭
6. Forehead kisses with Caleb while he pumps you full of his cum.
Check out the rest of my Horny thoughts list here.
Everything about this restaurant gleamed under soft golden lights, from the polished silverware to the spotless wine glasses on the table. The portions were small enough that Caleb spent most of dinner complaining about them.
"I'm serious," he said, eyeing the plate in front of him. "This can't be the entire meal. I've seen larger appetizers at gas stations."
"Baby, you already finished the bread basket."
Caleb shot you an offended look before cutting into his steak again. He'd finally stopped grumbling about the menu and settled into actually eating, looking far more relaxed than he had when you'd first arrived. His tie was loosened slightly, his sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, and for the first time all evening he seemed content to sit back and enjoy himself.
Which, in hindsight, was probably why your timing was so terrible.
You watched him take another bite before the thought that had been circling your head for weeks slipped out before you could overthink it.
"I want to stop using condoms."
His reaction was immediate.
The fork slipped from his hand and struck the edge of his plate with a loud metallic clang. A streak of dark sauce splattered across the front of his shirt as he coughed violently.
A waiter froze halfway across the room.
An elderly woman nearby nearly choked on her wine.
For a few horrible seconds, the only sound in the restaurant was Caleb trying not to die.
You covered your face. "Oh my God."
"Would you like to repeat that?"
"Maybe after you recover."
Caleb looked down at the stain spreading across his expensive shirt and then back at you, disbelief written all over his face.
"Do you know how many opportunities you had to bring this up today?"
"No?"
"There was breakfast," he continued. "There was lunch. There was the drive here. There was the entire first half of dinner, and you waited until I had my mouth full of food?."
"I didn't plan it."
"You looked across this table, saw me actively chewing, and thought, yes, this seems like the ideal moment for a life changing conversation."
The more serious he tried to sound, the harder it became not to laugh. His composure wasn't holding up much better, a faint flush had climbed all the way to the tips of his ears, and every time he glanced at you it got worse.
"You're serious." It wasn't a question.
You nodded.
"You've thought about it."
"A lot."
His shoulders eased and something in his expression softened so completely it made your chest ache.
"This is embarrassing to admit now, but I actually had a whole conversation planned for this."
Your eyes widened. "A conversation?"
"A very good one. It had structure..."
"Oh no."
"It had bullet points."
You burst out laughing while he groaned and dropped his head into one hand. "Don't laugh."
"You made bullet points?"
His smile finally broke through and the sight of it made your laughter fade into something gentler.
"You're telling me you see a future with me and that's more than enough for me right now"
Silence stretched comfortably between you until a waiter appeared beside the table carrying a clean napkin.
The man glanced at Caleb's stained shirt, then at the two of you holding hands, clearly unsure of what he'd interrupted.
"Sir," he said cautiously, "would you like some assistance with the stain?"
Caleb looked down at the mess on his shirt again, looked back at you, and let out a long sigh.
"Do you have anything for emotional shock?"
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Caleb was the kind of man who brought home the exact chocolates you liked from the store near the station, who tucked your stray hairs behind your ear with a thumb so gentle it felt like an apology. He loved you with the cleanest, lightest parts of his soul.
But that Caleb stayed outside when your front door thudded shut behind you.
The man who moved you against the wall was heavier. Darker. His hands locked onto your hips with bruising leverage that shoved your lower back flush against the plaster. His breathing was uneven, smelling of the dry red wine he’d barely touched before you threw that sentence across the restaurant table.
"You don't get to say things like that out there" your knees shook, the silk of your dress bunching up around your thighs as his fingers tore at the fabric "You don't get to put those images in my head while I'm trapped in a room full of strangers and then expect me to hold back." you were trembling, and he looked down at the tremor in your thighs with cold satisfaction. A quieter shadow had taken him over—the part of him that didn't know how to possess you without wanting to ruin you. He’d been holding that part back for years, keeping it chained behind soft words and careful boundaries.
Now, the chain was gone.
He dropped his trousers, hooked his forearm under your left knee, hoisting your leg high over his hip, and drove himself inside you.
The entry was dry enough to sting, a stretching heat that caught the breath in your throat. You let out a small, fractured sound, your fingers clawing at the rough wool of his jacket, looking for the Caleb who always asked if you were okay.
This version didn't ask. He gripped the back of your skull, his fingers tangling in your hair to hold your head still, and buried his mouth over yours to catch the noises you were making. He tasted like wine and years of starvation.
His hips slammed forward in a brutal rhythm that used the wall behind you as support. Every time he went deep, the heel of his palm pressed harder into your hip bone, keeping you pinned, making sure you took the full length of his cock.
"Look at you," he rasped against your lips, his teeth grazing the tip of your tongue before he pulled back just far enough to look into your eyes. "Taking my cock so well"
He lifted your other leg until you were entirely dependent on his strength to stay off the floor. The tip of his dick, in one unyielding thrust that went past the usual limits, pushed hard against your cervix.
"Caleb—wait," you cried out, your fingers tearing two buttons from his shirt as your head banged lightly against the plaster. " 'S too deep, baby. Ah, god..."
"How do you expect me to breed this tight little pussy, uh?" he leaned his full weight into you, pinning you immovably against the wall as his breath came hot against your ear. "I need to reach that spot so it takes."
To prove his point, he withdrew slowly, leaving you empty before bottoming out inside you again, harder this time. "Take it," he whispered, burying his face into the crook of your neck where he bit the soft skin over your collarbone. "Stay right here and take it."
He was turning your thighs into a collection of dark, finger shaped bruises as his control fractured under the tight clenches of your body.
The weight of his body, combined with the deep thrusts of his cock against your womb, broke something open inside you. Your walls spasmed, clamping down on him with an involuntary tightness.
That tight clench broke him. He let out a ragged groan, thrusting into you so hard the frame of the hallway mirror rattled. His whole body going rigid as he started to come.
But while his lower body held you trapped his hands softened. His fingers moved to cradle your face and he pressed his lips to your forehead.
The kiss was remarkably soft, tender and lingering— just the way he kissed you when you wake up on Sunday mornings. Below your waist, he was ruining you, his cock twitching and pumping you full of his cum. Against your skin, his lips were gentle, brushing over your damp hairline while he whispered "You're going to hold every single drop of me inside you tonight..."
He pressed another soft kiss between your eyebrows, his chest heaving as the final pulses shuddered through him "Think I can get you pregnant by morning?"
I just went from threads and I was immediately welcomed with a man’s hand. Long, slender fingers, stretching, and I was like no NOPE I’m not going there. Almost, but no. I don’t need to add more feti—nuh-uh. ✋🏼🙂↔️
Yandere-ish posessive Dom!Caleb who get a replica dildo of himself made and decides MC should wear it whenever they go out in public together. That's it. That's the post.
Hii this is my first request. I woke up nicely, so why not? Hehehe I’m tweaking the request a bit I hope you don’t mind. Thanks for requesting anon ☺️🫶🏻
No tags, since it’s a blurb. Definitely smut NSFW MDNI.
“Caleb…” you whimper.
“Shh, shh… behave.” His hand slithers to your waist, the heavy insignia on his uniform sleeve brushing against your bare skin. “I’ll tend to you after this.”
He presses a finger deliberately against your abdomen, and you bite your lip to trap the moan threatening to escape.
Oh, the audacity of him smiling so easily to his fellow officers. He rarely smiles during active duty, partly because of his high rank. Women flock around both of you now, but you don’t care. You can’t.
You have to mind your legs. Did anyone notice? The way your thighs are squeezing together way too tight? You have to mind the exact replica of his length hidden deep inside you, or it’ll make you moan every single time you shift.
“This is the first time you’ve brought your wife out in public, Colonel! She’s absolutely breathtaking!”
You don’t even spare a glance at the man praising you, your eyes instantly darting to Caleb’s face instead.
His smile shifts, colder, faint but sharp. His eyes squint just a fraction. Others wouldn’t notice the subtle warning, but you? Oh, you know you’re going to get it later.
“…Is that so?” Caleb looks down at you from the corner of his eye.
Shit, please stop talking!
“She really is! You should bring her to these events more often, Colonel! She’s a sight for sore eyes!” The officer laughs a bit too loudly, drawing even more attention to his group and to you.
“Caleb, dear…” you squeeze his arm tightly, desperately. He replies with a low, questioning hum. “I don’t feel well.”
Caleb immediately turns his full attention to you. He takes in your wide, glassy eyes, the way your lower lip curls inward as you bite it, and the fine sheen of sweat breaking out along your hairline. It’s convincing enough to fool anyone.
“Honey, are you okay?” He raises his hand, gently wiping the sweat away with the back of his fingers. “You’ve always been fragile since we were kids.”
Fragile? Yeah, sure. You’ll take any excuse at this point.
The crowd around you instantly cooed at his sweet, doting gesture.
“Let’s get you home now, okay?”
“Good girl.”
His voice cuts through the silence, filling the small, enclosed space of the car for the first time. “You really did listen and behave this time.”
“I-I did. I’m your good girl,” you nod frantically. The massive toy feels impossibly deeper since you’re sitting down beside him. “I-I want you. Caleb, please…”
His eyes glint in the dim dashboard light, locking onto yours. Assessing.
“Really? Sounds like you were enjoying all that attention from the others.” Both of his hands are back on the steering wheel now. “I don’t think you want me at all. You just want to pluck this toy out, don’t you?”
“N-no! No! I mean it…!” You really do mean it. The toy does almost nothing compared to the memory of his real length, hot, thick, and throbbing. You can already vividly imagine him filling you completely, the fantasy turning painfully real every time the car passes over an uneven road, bumping its tip against your sensitive core. The leather seat is going to be ruined at this rate. “Please… Caleb, I want you to fill me.”
The shaky exhale that escapes his curling lips sends a violent shiver straight down your spine. You’re getting too good at weaving your raw desires into your desperate pleas.
Suddenly, his hand flies to your thigh, parting your legs just enough for his palm to press the toy even further inside. You let out an unrestrained cry, your hips arching off the seat.
He let out a satisfied, shaky hum, then shifts back into drive. His voice drops into that dark, low pitch that commands obedience.
“Patience, pips. You’ll get your reward the second we get home.”