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I don't give a rats ass if you are saying that your "getting older" and acting "mature", YOU are still underage and putting others and yourself in danger!!
Love your works! Sadly there's little fics about Caine so in your free time or whenever you can maybe another smut fic of caine and reader?
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GOING NOWHERE
PART ONE
Pairing: Caine Γ Reader
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 2.4k
Warning(s): Obsessive behaviour, Stalking, Rough sex, Emphasis on the rough, Creampie, Multiple orgasms
Summary: Youβre everything an AI like him could ever want and more, and one way or another, youβll learn to love him as madly as he loves you.
Beyond the needling noise in your head, you can hear him laughing.
You may as well have never run from him - from Caine. The Ringmaster is fast, and while youβd been faster, he made this digital world, and you didnβt. Heβs smarter than you as well, being an AI and all.
It hurts - it hurts to admit that youβve lost, but this is the end. It's your last moment of tender freedom, and it wasn't even worth the effort as you see it now.
Without warning the red door to the closet you'd been hiding in rips open, hinges screaming out as the torn door skids across the chequered floor, knocking over paint cans in a startling amount of noise.
"Well, would you look at what Iβve found! Heh'heh!β
You realise you're what he's spotted, and turn too late to get a good look at him before heβs snatching you up; spitting a snarl down your chest and dragging you out, pulling you, kicking and gasping along the digital flooring even though you grunt and curse.
Running had been stupid. Each time Caine catches you it's the same old story - the same furious need as before. Heβll be unable to keep himself off you. Then heβll fix you upβ¦ good as new!
βThere, there now, my dear humanβ¦β Caine soothes, his cold touch hurts, but it's supposed to be gentle - and it is, in his own way.
You hate him, but he loves you, and youβve gotten real good at going with the flow lately, even though you were so close to freedom this time.
Your stomach sinks as his cane falls into the divot of his inner elbow when he gathers you up. Heβs still considerate enough to walk you both to a nearby desk so that if and when he decides to, he wonβt have to stop f%$^&ng you.
βLet me-β You suck in a sharp breath, hold still and wait as his gloved palms flatten over your ribs, pressing one at your back and the other on your hip. For a moment you think heβs going to snap you, but Caine just sits you in his lap like it's something he's done a dozen times before. His grip is tight - itβs hot, and thereβs something hard underneath the back of your thigh.
His cock, you realise; eyes widening in disbelief.
How is it that you're not the same person already? Every second of every day you feel more and more porous; absorbing everything you touch and nothing - no one - touches you more than Caine does. Not that anyone else is allowed to.
If you ever did escape there's no way heβll ever fully wash off. His main goal has been accomplished already, you're more him than yourself, you think.
Back when Caine decided you were βhisβ, you spent weeks wondering when he was going to throw you into one of his puzzle rooms or send you on a life-ending adventure, and when that never happened, you spent a couple of weeks barely sleeping for fear that he was going to come at you once you let your guard down. Two months in and you were delegated to his βsuper special helperβ, feeding his ego when he needed it during adventures and doing all the little odd jobs he didnβt have time for.
Caineβs a busy AI - with all his grandiose ideas and never a moment to rest in between, it was a wonder he didnβt have more βhelpersβ like you running around - but you can handle it, even if your mind struggles.
Youβd started feeling f%$^&ed in the head about a month ago when you found out Jaxβs Amazing Digital Escape Plan was unsuccessful - maybe itβs been longer than that. Youβve recently started to find yourself trailing after Caine; waiting for him to find a use for you and lingering on the way he moves and looks and smiling at his tasteless jokes.
βCaine,β you say his name, getting his attention off where his thumb is rubbing, βI- Iβm sorry. I was stupid and-β
βStupid is an understatement,β there's a quiet inhale and a flick of his tongue which evenly balances his two oddly coloured eyes as he proceeds his next statement, βBut! I have other plans for you that are gonna run straight through βtill morning. Heβheee, get it?β
You think you know what those plans are, but your throat has stopped working, and your silence just makes him nip your neck, giggling mad and loud. A shock nearly electric-like makes you shiver when he does it again.
βMy, of course you do! Butβ¦ first things first!β he snarls against your neck, and with the click of his fingers, your clothes vanish. Caine throws his cane up in his hand, snatching it mid-width before laying it over the sliver of space on the desk behind you with a little thud.
βMy-β You stop and blush and curl your fingers into the digital fabric of his tuxedo. He's serious - of course, he is. You feel fluid slip out between your thighs and hang your head as you feel a kind of anger in your chest, knowing this has to be some game. He's going to $%@! with you until youβre a mess and then he's gonna laugh and kick you out into the hallway... or something else demeaning.
Without thinking you push an arm across yourself, feeling his eyes when they turn down to you again. He grins, curling a mighty hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in close.
βOh'ho'ho, donβt get all shy now - we both know thereβs no part of you I haven't seen before!β Caine grins, ignoring or oblivious to the look of horror on your face as he shoves his flat palm down your hip; between digital skin and latex.
You didn't accept your fate as βhisβ without rebelling a couple of times. But this time you're not upset, scared or sick... this time as he pins your arms to your sides and growls as you wiggle - you're dripping wet.
Never before have you felt so dizzyingly turned on as teeth, sharp and dull at once, rake down your jugular, bump on the hard edge of your collarbone and further down. It's distracting, having his teeth everywhere. He's going to bruise your digital skin like that, but it's making your core slippery; hot and throbbing. This is a dream anyway, so you don't care what he does, as long as he keeps doing it.
Youβve got to be having Digital Hallucinations again. Sometimes they're vivid and filthy and that's all this is. Caine isn't doing these things to you...
He releases your arms with barely a second to spare before he tips your hips back and yanks you forward again; impaling you on his ink black cock with one delicious slice. It throws your mind into a frenzy - your body into eager desire. With a mess of moving limbs, he gathers your knees up under his arm and twists you around with his cock inside you all the while.
He's got you turned around now, sitting back in his lap facing a monitor you hadnβt noticed before - how had you missed it? It's you on the screen, paused behind running VHS scars. It's hard to make out at first glance, but it's you and you topless, in the middle of undressing.
He's been spying on you! Even though the realisation shouldnβt be so shocking, it is.
βWhat the... Cai-β you gasp; voice dying as he suddenly slides his hips upwards, curling his stomach and with the hold he has on your waist, bottoms out.
βOhβoh, hold your horses,β he whispers; growling in that way he does when heβs making nasty threats to none other than Bubble, βthis part will be worth the wait.β
Your core tightens. Just hearing him like that, as if heβs got gravel in his throat, makes you come oh-so close to finishing. You get the nervous feeling that this isn't some kind of Digital Hallucination - it never was.
His cock - it's so deep at this angle that you feel unable to breathe until he lifts you back up. It offers you just enough time to pull in a lungful of air before Caine growls, curls his toon-gloved fingers into your stomach and slaps you back down in his lap. Sweet, nasty bliss draws inside your gut. He does it again, making you fall to your elbows on the desk. He rams himself inside you again and over and over until the smacking sound of wet, sticky digital skin echoes over the distant beat of the Digital Circusβ jingle.
With a swallow, you reach with shaking arms towards the support pipes bolting the desk to the wall, get a good grip and hold on tight enough. Once Caine gets going he forgets himself more than usual. You're not sure which you hate more, his so-called βlovemakingβ or the really rough $%@!s he lets loose on you. Tonight youβve given your longest chase yet - so close to getting free - that you know it wonβt be βsweetβ.
Caine won't do it because he wants to⦠but his goal has never been to make you suffer.
He loves you after all.
Caine laughs until it dissolves into a messy string of grunts, mimicking the slap as he begins a brutal rhythm. Thereβs no pretence. No warm-up. $%@!, you think as the stabbing bliss runs your body ragged - it doesn't matter how long. None of it matters but this.
You think you're alright with everything the way it is, even if itβs f%$^&ed up and devious, and everything terrible Caine embodies, but then it gets worse. Caine shoves you down inside the hollow of his hips and keeps you there, snarling against the back of your neck, βjust wait until you see what I have in store for you next, my dear!β
His teeth sink into the back of your shoulder, not deep enough to bleed (if you could), but hard enough to hold you still as one toon-gloved hand falls off your waist to grapple at the monitor dial. He turns it; twisting on the recorder above it and then... you're staring at yourself and Caine as he grins at you over your shoulder.
A red light blinks sluggishly on the webcam at the top of the VHS player. He's recordingβ¦ heβs recording the both of you f%$^&ng. His hips jerk up, and you watch your lips part in a sharp moan when he hits that spot and gasp as you watch his tongue as it lolls out between his teeth. Your mind cuts, flashing white like a short circuit and just like that you yelp - the sound bounces in your throat as he works your hips into him until your arms go straight against the beams and you're holding yourself to the supports in fear of him dragging you back into darkness.
If he takes you to the ground, heβll just $%@! you into the floor.
Caine bruises your sides with finger marks and without his harsh grip, youβd have fallen off a long time ago. Youβre grateful, but canβt quite voice it right now. Everything feels too sensitive - too good to waste any effort on talking.
You shift and push your knees together so you can get the most out of the fast-paced slide of his thick, long cock. It feels tighter like this, deeper than before with your knees close or maybe having seen yourself like that has made this so much more real and raw than it should be.
Against your better judgement, you sneak a peek at the monitor. Ever so slowly your eyes widen, taking in the black-and-white image of you rolling back into Caineβs hips. His extensive, toon-gloved hands span your waist, dimpling in the digital flesh above your navel as he hangs his head to the side. You meet his odd eyes inside the monitor and feel a hard bolt of pleasure swim up your centre. Itβs the first good look youβve gotten of Caine since running away that morning.
He's been watching you inside the monitor this whole time, watching you with bulbs of fire and gasoline.
βYes,β you whimper, βso close.β Youβre going to come... itβs so, so close now and in a move that takes your breath away, Caine shoves a hand down between your legs. Itβs unpracticed and clumsy - the touch is too hard to be pleasurable under normal circumstances, but being as far gone as you are, itβs perfect.
With a twitching jerk, you sob and cum, throwing your head back as your chest heaves.
Caine slows his thrusts into a slow roll, and you stare at the monitor only because he squeezes your digital flesh between his fingers; jolting your eyes open. A final shiver runs through you at the image of the two of you on the screen.
Itβs obscene, but the sight of you arched backwards over him while the curve of your ribs is cupped by the heel of his hand; his fingers shining between your thighs is... something else for sure.
For a moment or two, Caine looks back at you through the screen and smiles - itβs almost sweet and simpleβ¦ but that gentle little facade drops in an instant, and he squeezes your hips like an anchor and pounds upwards into you. Itβs brutal, and it hurts but it's so f%$^&ng good too that you curse (drowned out by a loud air horn) and hiccup and fall back into each thrust until you bent over the desk and Caine is hovering, bent-kneed behind you. A hand shoves your chest back down onto the digital surface as his hips smack into your rear, over and over.
Youβre just at the edge of a second orgasm when he wraps an arm around your hips; elbow on the desk beside you and slams you back into his hips, holding you there. Warm, heavy spurts of ink black cum spill inside you and more flows as he bucks up a few final, shallow times.
You rest your cheek on the hard surface of the desk and exhale; you were so close and still are, so you slide a hand down between your thighs and your knuckles brush his still-buried cock, pulling a hum of pleasure out of him. You rub and slide and pinch that spot of pleasure, his gloved palms rub at your backside until your insides flutter softly around his cock. It's a slow, quiet orgasm, but it sucks away the last of your energy and there you rest, nothing more than a rag doll.
You roll your eyes and he pats your rear as if to say βwell doneβ.
Caineβs breath catches as your insides give one last quiver around his softening cock. Against your shoulder, he sighs, βWhat'd I ever do to deserve you, hm?β
Nothing, you think⦠already planning your next escape.
The movie who had the courage to be different and explore the lore of the Cars universe even with the huge risk of alienating a lot of people who are too close-minded to accept something new and unusual?
jumbo is really romantic when it comes to dating. He believes in always respecting his mate so you will always find him leaving gifts like flowers, jewelry,sweet treats, and other things you like around the ship. And he is always there when you need him, he will watch you all the time admiring you. One of his favorite things to do with you is turn on the radio and slow dance with you as you both sway back and forth. He loves giving you affection and he likes when he gets it as well. You both show adorable chemistry, you never feel like you're not safe in his arms. He will always keep an eye out for the other klowns, making sure they don't lay a hand on you.π
