i think xavier would be really into just grinding through clothes—like sometimes he prefers it over actual sex. there’s something so tantalizing about how desperate you get for him even when he’s not technically touching you.
you fit together perfectly, the outline of his cock sliding between your clothed pussy lips with ease. he’d start with slow movements, testing which pressure you whined at the most. even through the layers of fabric, you could still feel his thick cock twitch with every movement, the way he’d groan into your ear and squeeze your thighs hard enough to bruise making your legs wrap around his back.
he got off to how small you were compared to him, the sight of his bulge completely spreading your clothed cunt open making him wanna take you then and there. still, he’d continue to tease you until you were on the verge of tears.
“you feel so good, star”
“look how wet you are, my girl’s so needy isn’t she?”
“so small under me, can barely take me like this, hm?”
sometimes he’d let you flip him over and ride him like this too, the slick seeping past the fabric of your panties soaking his boxers, making them neatly translucent. it took his breath away to see how needy you could get, crying and begging him to fuck you already but still humping against him like a dog in heat.
your tits bounced in his face every time you rubbed against his length, the sight making his cock swell with want. sometimes you focused just on his tip, rubbing it on your clit and nearly cumming the second xavier began to moan from it. at that point he’d begin fucking into you from below, both of you still clothed but deciding to forego the removal of your clothes to finally reach the edge you’d been chasing.
he always made you finish first, the sight of you spasming above him was what would throw him over the edge. as a thick pool of cum began to seep through his boxers, he’d pull his still hard cock out and move your panties to the side, both of you moaning from the overstimulation as he finally gave you what you’d been begging for.
sylus has never pretended to be anything other than a shameless pervert when it comes to you. the moment you’re out of sight, mission, girls’ night, even just a long shower, he’s already reaching for his phone like it’s muscle memory. the “private” folder (named something innocuous like “reports” because he’s not an idiot) is stuffed: sneaky shots from galas where your dress slipped just right, mirror selfies you sent “accidentally” with too much cleavage, blurry candids he took while you were asleep in his bed, hair across your face, lips parted, looking so soft and wrecked from the night before it makes his teeth ache.
he scrolls slow when he’s alone. sprawls on black silk sheets, pants shoved to mid thigh, cock already thick and leaking against his stomach. picks a favourite, usually one where you’re looking straight at the camera, eyes half lidded, that tiny knowing smirk you get when you catch him staring. he wraps his fist around himself, slow drags from base to tip, thumb smearing precome over the head while he stares at your mouth and remembers exactly how it felt wrapped around him last time.
“fuck, kitten,” he mutters to the empty room. hips twitching up into his hand. “look at you… teasing me even when you’re not here.”
he edges for a while, long, punishing strokes that make his abs flex and his breath hitch until he’s dripping steadily, balls tight, thighs shaking. that’s when he hits record.
the video starts with his low, wrecked chuckle. camera angled down so you get the full view: his big hand wrapped around his flushed cock, veins standing out, slick shining in the low light. his slow pumps. he groans your name like a curse, long and drawn out, then tilts the phone so you can see his face too: red eyes dark and glassy, silver hair falling into them, lips parted on a ragged breath.
“this is what you do to me,” he rasps. voice velvet gravel. “just thinking about that little black dress you wore last week. the way your thighs looked when you crossed them. fuck- i’m so hard it hurts, baby. wish you were here to sit on it. ride me slow until i’m begging.”
he speeds up. wet sounds fill the audio, it’s obscene, slick, the sound unmistakable. his head tips back, throat exposed, a bead of sweat tracks down his neck.
“gonna come thinking about filling you up again,” he growls. “gonna paint your pretty cunt with it. mark you so deep you feel me for days. fuck- look what you turned me into. a fucking mess. all because of you.”
he comes hard, back arching, low guttural groan ripping out of him, thick ropes spilling over his fist, dripping down his knuckles, streaking his abs. he milks it out slowly, every last pulse, camera catching the way his cock twitches and leaks even after. heavy breathing. then he brings the phone closer. smirks lazily through the haze.
“miss you, kitten,” he murmurs. voice wrecked but soft now. “come home soon. or i’ll have to send another one. and the next one won’t be as polite.”
sends it, not even a second of hesitation, then he flops back, chest heaving, cock still half hard against his thigh.
ten seconds later his phone buzzes with your reply.
“mmmgh!” you moaned, your hands held back tightly against caleb’s beefy arm. his thick cock pounding into your poor overstimulated pussy. bend over his desk with your trousers down at your ankles. his body firm against your, heavy defined abs pressing on your back, “fuck!—it’s big!—too big colonel!”
“you can take it, you’re strong,” his body pressed harder against your ass, shoving his cock deeper into you without any mercy, “that’s why i chose you. loook at thattt, so good for me—just relax,” caleb cooed in your ear, listening to your helpless moans and whines.
your face contorted in sheer pleasure and joy, tears rushing down your face, your legs slightly swinging off the floor. your once strong and larger body now reduced to a small mess when compared to the behemoth of a man behind you, his muscles so biteable, “oh fuck…” you cried, a drop landing on his arm.
“awwh? you cryin’?” a laugh came from the man above you before he tightened the arm around your neck, “stay still now, it’ll be over soon.”
caleb pushed the remaining inches of his cock inside, rubbing your hip with his free hand to soothe your cries and pleads.
“caleb! oh my gosh!! ohhh—aaahh! you’re so big i can’t!!”
it felt like he was splitting you in two, his thick cock stretching out your virgin cunt, “oh please…just go slow—slow!”
“i will, i will….relax, take a deep breath.” caleb kissed your ear, gently licking uk and down your neck. his head tilting to reach your neck properly, kissing under your jawline and on your collarbone, “you’re in charge pretty, what do you want me to do?”
lifting your head up slightly, you whined, feeling your walls clenched around his dick, “….c-can you squeeze me?”
caleb’s face was pressed so deep into your hair, smelling your scent, to the point where you felt his eyebrow raise, “squeeze you?—“
“squish me…make me feel suffocated…lay on me—anything…! just pleasee,” your trembling hand rubbing up and down his bicep, “…wanna feel you,”
caleb rubbed your back, kissing your spine, “are you sure pips? i don’t wanna hurt ya,” however he was met with a very—very sincere nod, tears nearly sheafing from how bad you wanted to feel his weight on you, “alright, no tears baby.”
caleb carefully picked your up, holding you tightly to his chest, shaky legs wrapping around your legs. his cock just slightly slipped out, to your discomfort.
“caleb—
“i know, i’ll put it back in when we get to the bed.”
as soon as your body landed onto the bed, your back washing the soft mattress, caleb climbed above you. his hands alrwdy grabbing your thighs and pushing them forward, your knees next to your ears by this point. the quick change in position making you squeal, “aaah!—fuck!—“
“flexible too, hm. i trained you well.” your moans onto deaf ears, hands ripping at the mattress covers,. The barely-surviving walls of your pussy felt like it was being ripped again when caleb put his cock back inside.
another mewl, your cunt sucking his cock in like a vacuum, keeping him still and clinging to his sensitive tip, “fuck…please move…!”
“how much?”
“a lot!—a lot caleb! just move!”
“not enough detailsss. c’mon, use that noggin of yours,” caleb teasingly flicked your head, hearing you whine. your hands reached up to try and grab something instead of the mattress, “hard…deep…breed me—anything!”
caleb lowered his body, one leg going up to get a better angle, “hard and deep? and slow?—“
tears came to your eyes, the tension in your body too much to handle anymore, “…lebbie..”
seeing your tears, caleb rubes the skin on your thigh, his hips thrusting his cock inside of you slowly, “okay okay, don’t cry. awwhh, lebbie’s being mean, isn’t he?”
“v-very mean..” you whimpered, holding your legs up for him, exposing your wide hole. caleb gently held one of your legs, before thrusting himself outwards only to slam right back into you. your moans louder with every thrust.
his cock stimulating your g-spot with every harsh snap of his hips, your body jotting up on the bed, moans and screamed echoed in his arms. caleb however was too pussydrunk, his own grunts filling his ears, “i’ll make it up to you.”
your pussy squeezed around his length, making a wet suction sounds whenever he left your cunt. caleb’s hand went to your chin, lifting your head up to see tears running down yours face. your mind not here right now.
however your body was woken up with a firm pat on your cheek, nearly a slap if caleb wasn’t careful, his thumb then wiping at your tears, “don’t pass out of me now, pips.”
all you could see was black dots, your eyes shut closed after, concentrated on the overwhelming feeling being railed into the mattress. not even captured how fast your orgasm was building up, “oh gosh—c-colonel!—“
“nuh uh…say my name,” caleb growled, his eyes gazing down at your face with lust.
moaning, a hand went to his lifted leg, trying to make him slow down, “..c…ca—fuck!”
“it’s right there, c’mon pretty girl. i know you have a few neurons in there that are conscious.”
another attempt, “…cal..leb! ahh! nnnghh!—oooh!”
with a chuckle, caleb thrusted harder, the whole room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against each other, “one more. one more time for me, gorgeous. you got it.”
“caleb!” the feeling was too much, your body letting go instantly. caleb nodded, grunting when your pussy came on his sensitive tip, “thereee we go, good girl.”
barely a second after, thick ropes of cum shot up your cunt, coating your walls perfectly. caleb’s merciless thrusts slowing down, his dick twitching inside of you.
both you and caleb panted, your head was off of it, caleb was still pussy drunk but laid down the feeling for your health and wellbeing, “…you did so well..”
his body lowered, your legs being freed to land on either side of his body. caleb’s lips landed on your, wet and sloppily kissing you. his tongue sunk deep into your mouth whilst a hand passionately groped your breasts, “the prettiest girl ever…deep breaths now. just rest for me, i’ll take care of the rest.
KINKTOBER 2025 @ alyakhq, do not plagiarise, copy or translate my work pls :)
[Concept: Mephisto is tired of this "will they, won't they" game of theirs. Contains mild hurt/comfort, doubt and unease in regards to their relationship.]
I have no idea if i managed to translate what i has in mind into the actual execution. I like to experiment with how i make these little drawings so i apologize if this was a lot;;
I wanted to convey the frustration i felt whenever MC or Sylus don't say what's on their minds. Whether it's pride or not wanting to look weak to each other, i wanted to present that idea from someone else's perspective, free from their inner turmoil or trauma.
I'll make it up to yall with a goofy post next i promise!!
so slowly, rafayel would go so, so slowly for your consummation.
on the sea floor, on your back, his hands on the toes of your dress, he admires you as if you shine brighter than all the ocean pearls.
kiss. kiss. kiss.
all the way down your throat, between your breasts, and down to your navel. his nose would nuzzle into your soft stomach and revere just how feminine and lovely you were there.
his hands, big and clawed, would map you like feathers.
“may i see?” he would ask with a low, warm tone.
he could see everything if he wanted to.
stroking you gently through the ripples of your folds, even here down on the bottom floor of the sea, rafayel could tell your arousal apart from the water.
“humans… they’re much more beautiful than i expected,” he murmured. “or perhaps, it’s just you, my bride?”
kink, fetish, depravity, none of those existed in his sea god heart. it was all pure. worshipping, reverent touches was all he knew and it was all he was going to give you.
he didn’t need anything back. especially not your service.
to honor his beautiful bride with his own body was enough service to his life as it was. and seeing you spread out on a large shell, hair floating away from your face and sunlight shining through the waves and onto your skin, even the lemurian language couldn’t describe you nor what his heart felt.
“you are bound to me already, heart and soul, body and mind. you know that?” rafayel rumbled. “then letting myself give you my body, that will only solidify how bound we are. this bond of ours…” he took your hands and brought it to his chest to feel the rapid beating of his ghostly heart, “is forever. through lives, through tragedy, through sorrow. i’ll never let you forget that.”
he brought his kisses back up to your face and interlocked his soft lips with yours. his tail wrapped around your legs, pressing them together in a very delicate hold.
his hands touched your breasts. they cupped them, squeezed the fat there, and gently rubbed the nipples. after the kisses he leaned his head down to them and smiled.
“do humans often enjoy these? i do. they remind me of how soft and tender you are, my bride. a loving bed of seaweed, you are.”
finally finding his mate felt… incredible.
even the sea god was oblivious to the true feelings of love until he met you.
lemurians mate for life. there is no other, there is no hit or miss. there is only hit, and every mermaid or merman knows it when they feel it. that hit.
it’s undeniable and remarkable. its not a feeling you can mistake.
meeting you, above waters and exploring the sandy shore. rafayel was blessed with experiencing that hit at such a young age. it was overwhelming and confusing. a human? of all the creatures in the sea, the one most dominant on land was what his heart chose?
no lemurian could reprimand him. love was love. love was you.
arousal was different for lemurians in love. it was triggered from attraction, sure, but it was wholehearted and consuming. a gentle obsession.
his arousal grew from every sound and sight of your on the shell. you couldn’t take two, not yet. one was okay today.
rafayel smiled down your body and align himself with you. love was penetrating you slowly and steady. now you could feel the staggering love rafayel felt for you. that love fit perfectly and stung nicely.
“i hope my attempts are helping, my sweet.”
he placed his hand over your navel and a gentle hum of his power helped the rippling ache in your deepest of crevices.
you squeezed and wrung and almost begged with your body. pain was nonexistent right now.
rafayel tilted his head back to look up to the ocean surface. he closed his eyes and hummed deeply and intensely. “my beautiful bride,” he proclaimed, “has been taken.”
the size of him was overwhelming enough, he didn’t need to move intensely to make you feel good. gently, his hips and sharp V of his tail undulating like a hypnotic dance. over and over again, sweet kisses to your womb.
rafayel looked over you, his long hair spilt around you like curtains or a canopy. his pupils were practically in the shape of hearts and his lips were curved up in a small, neurotic expression. he bit the side of his bottom lip almost seductively while keeping his eyes on yours.
for a long time he didn’t say anything. he let you sing your own chorus of sounds and simply listened. he only stared hard, but it was loving.
“i wish to be in your skin, fusing my love with yours to create a love no lemurian has ever seen nor felt.”
his hand went from caressing your cheek right down to your soft, pulsing nub. he didn’t look at what he was doing, refusing to let his gaze peel off your face.
“this pearl here means more to me than all ones gifted to me in prayers,” rafayel stated as a fact. he circles the area in a slow and rhythmic motion. “just with a few touches of my love, i can give you a pleasure nothing else in this world will.”
he leaned down to your breasts and took a nipple into his mouth for soft sucks. his eyes gazed up at your from your chest like a hatchling while nursing.
“and these pearls,” he continued, “are too my favourites. what a nurturing body you have.”
faster, harder.
sounds ripple through the water like thunderclaps. it wasn’t painful, just passionate. the water on the skin was cool, but the sensations inside were burning hot.
rafayel was the beauty of this sea, but with you here, he thought you put him to shame.
he touched your arched back gently and used it to thrust harder. your legs sprang up and immediately he caught them.
he kissed up and around your calves and ankles and then to the soles of your feet. no part of you went under appreciated.
rafayel was losing it fast. he grinned widely with devotion written all over his smile.
“my bride, my bride, my bride, my bride, my bride.”
the chemicals in his lemurian brain hazed over his gaze and mind. the ultimate sign of love was no longer just the burning bond on his chest, but the feeling of kissing your deepest aches with his sharpest appendage.
true and utter penetration.
“the sea will thrive with you by my side,” rafayel panted softly. “because our love is exemplary. it shall set an example to all mermaids and mermen. this,” he immediately finished inside with just the thought of showing off his worship of you, “i-is love. my beautiful bride… you’ve been claimed by the sea god.” he slowly unsheathed himself from you and smiled warmly. “and i know im meant to be yours,” he whispered by your face, “because you’re glowing like an angel after being filled by me. you’ve been christened.”
with his body, rafayel could’ve gone for days with you on the bottom floor. but you?
you delicate, sweet creature.
you needed time and mending. and rafayel was the most patient lemurian in the sea.
he pressed an affectionate kiss to your forehead like always. there was still so much to show you about lemurian love, but now, as you laid tired and equally as obsessed, rafayel was the happiest to just simply hold what he’d claimed.
TW. dryhumping kinda idk his thang out, i think that’s it! saw twt porn that made me think of caleb so…HERE TAKE IT! DAMN!
ever since the two of you made it official, caleb hasn’t been able to keep his hands off you. in the car, at work, across restaurant tables during dinner—everything about you drives him insane. maybe it’s because he spent so long wanting you, waiting for you, that now he can’t stop himself.
so when he comes home to find you standing at the sink in one of his shirts, quietly washing dishes like you belong there, something in him snaps.
“fuck, pips…” caleb groaned, hands tightening around your hips as he dragged you back against him, letting you feel just how hard he was beneath his uniform. a shudder ran through him when he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in deep. “smell jus’ like me,” he mumbled, grip bruising when he realized you’d used his body wash.
“c-caleb, wait…” your words dissolved into a soft gasp as he tipped your head back and kissed you hard. he hastily undid his belt, freeing himself from his pants just to continue rutting against you.
“can’t baby, been waiting so long already.” he braced both hands against the counter on either side of you, forehead falling against your shoulder as warm breaths fanned across your spine.
the desperation in his voice chipped away at whatever resolve you had left. you slowly pushed back against him, earning a low curse under his breath. “that’s it,” he groaned. “fuck… jus’ like that.”
you felt his hands hold your waist as he tried to steady himself, already trembling with how close he was. “gonna cum for me, colonel?” you teased softly, “can feel how close you are.”
the sound he made was somewhere between a moan and a strangled groan as pleasure finally overtook him. he whispered your name like a prayer, breathing uneven as he tried to ride out the overwhelming rush of it. even afterward, he stayed wrapped around you, pressing lazy kisses against your neck while he caught his breath.
“so good to me,” he murmured against your skin. “love you so much, baby.”
you barely had time to laugh before he hooked an arm beneath your legs and lifted you effortlessly into his arms. he grinned at the squeal you let out, already carrying you toward the bedroom.
