rdr2 drabble 🤤 when you cry during sex but because you missed them
arthur's hips stilled when he heard your sniffles. immediately knew something was up from the beginning since you were acting more shy than usual. he also is worried he did something wrong. when you tell him it's just because you missed him, he places your hand on his heart the rest of the night so you can hear it beating for you, beating faster when your moan his name, and beating slower during the calm after coming.
charles is usually slower-paced, so he knows you're not crying because you're overstimulated. he completely stops and asks if you're okay, cupping your face in his hands and brushing away tears with his thumbs. after you tell him it's because you missed him, he'll press the softest kiss to your lips and press his forehead against yours, promising he'll never really be away from you, because his heart will always belong to you.
john is frantic whenever you returns from you, so you'll already be misty eyed. it's when his hand finds yours that you cry real tears. john doesn't even notice until he doesn't hear you moaning as frequently. you'll kiss him, tell him you missed him greatly, and that's enough to make his heart hurt. he tries to be gentle the rest of the night, to savor the time he has with you, but you can see his desperation through the way his hands have the bedroll balled into his fists.
javier is already sappy and mellow during sex, whispering in your ear and trailing soft kisses down the side of your neck. he notices your damp skin first when he goes down to press a kiss to your jaw. he pulls back and immediately cradles your face, wiping your tears away. he's relieved to hear it's only because you missed him, but that introduces a new fear: his lover being lonely. javier swears he won't keep you waiting like that ever again. he promises he'll always make it back to his home: you.
bill is a nervous wreck already, afraid he's doing something wrong even if you've both slept together a billion times before. so when he hears your shaky exhales, he pulls out completely. he can't wrap his head around the fact that your tears are for him. he doesn't deserve them. and when he hears the reason behind them, he gets even more confused. you? missing him? bill's so grateful to have someone as sweet as you in his life, and he shows his gratitude by fucking you deep until you fall asleep in his arms.
micah had heard your tears during sex a bunch of times before because he loves to overstimulate you. but he could tell you weren't enjoying yourself. and if you weren't enjoying yourself, then deep down, micah can't either. he scoffs when you tell him you're crying because you missed him. he doesn't want to believe you, but he knows you're dumb enough to miss an asshole like him. (his words, not mine) but micah watches you shed real tears over him, and it has his eyes softening. you get a glimpse at his vulnerability as he gently wipes a few tears from your wet cheek and grumbles that you shut up.
sean spends his whole life making jokes, so it doesn't magically stop during sex. you're both drunk after celebrating his return from almost getting hung. he can hear your gasps for air between sobs as his face is pressed against your throat. sean tries to lighten the mood by joking, but you don't budge. his smile falters, asking if you're really crying. when you tell him it's because you missed him, he can feel his heart beating faster. it flusters him immensely, and he has to kiss you so you don't say anything else that might make his throat feel tighter. he fucks you harder than before, and you swear you can hear the faint whispers when he presses his face to your shoulder that are pledges to be better for you.
dutch doesn’t have time to make love often, so it’s usually very intimate and special—plus, with the extended time you hadn’t seen him. it was the first time in a while that dutch was caught off guard. almost like in shock that you are crying over him. not only does it lwky give him an ego boost, but it makes him feel sick with guilt. which he also wasn’t used to feeling. he doesn’t even try to pull his physiological bullshit. just quietly reassures you as he thrusts into slow and deep. i also imagine he calls you a lot more petnames as soon as you tell him you missed him, probably to butter you up to make you forget about why you were sad in the first place.
★ kinktober 2025 ★
ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ꜰᴏᴜʀ | ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
warnings: double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, a lil pseudocest-y
Summary: Dutch and Arthur can't resist you anymore, they have to have you no matter what.
ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3
“You’re in such good hands, sweetheart.” Arthur whispered in your ear, his hardened cock at your back. Dutch was at your front, easing himself into you.
“If you fall too weak and can’t keep up, don’t worry. Arthur’ll hold you up.” Dutch drawled.
“Mhm, I’ve got you.”
Once he filled you, it was Arthur’s turn.
“Easy girl, I’ll go slow. That’s it…” His praise made it easier when he slid into your tight hole.
Dutch’s ringed fingers ran down your stomach, the cool metal sending chills up your spine.
He moved inside your warm cunt slow and deep, making sure to drag his hands over every inch of your skin that he could.
Arthur’s fingertips stroked up your sides, one of your hands gripped his soft honey strands. His lips kissed your neck, humming with content and every moan you gave them.
“Move, Arthur, please… need both of you to…” You begged.
How could he deny you?
Arthur chuckled, pulling his cock back some before finding a steady pace inside you.
Not only was the drag of Dutch against your walls overwhelming, but the addition of one pretty cowboy’s length on your other hole? That edged you even further along the wave of pleasure they’ve sent you moving through.
“Y’know what? I think our girl is close already.” Dutch grumbled.
“Aw, is that so? We’d love to see you cum for us, gorgeous.” Arthur drawled, letting his teeth drag across your skin.
Their beckoning voices plus Dutch’s fingers on your clit were enough, not to mention each drag against your walls, to shoot you closer to your orgasm.
It was soon enough that your high washed over you, clenching around Dutch. He growled, his prize smile gleaming in the light of the room.
You almost fell over from how much pleasure ran through your entire body, but Arthur held you up just as he said he would. It was over for you the moment your eyes closed, body going weak.
𐔌 cw - 99% smutttt, fast paced (as always), age gap (reader is in her 20s), MAJOR innocence & corruption kink, dutch is a perv, fantasizing, cheating, use of pet names, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), overstimulation , size difference, loss of virginity, unprotected p in v, breeding kink.
𐔌 a/n - just a quick one shot before i finish up some requests — forgive me Molly, ily — not sure if smutty books existed in the 1800s, but pretending they did — also here is the cai version <3
Dutch had a lady. But after all this time, she wasn’t exactly what he needed. The once fiery woman had now dissolved into a shell of her former self. He was finding it hard to keep her entertained.
Day after day she’d nag, and nag, and nag. He couldn’t stand being around her most days. Couldn’t seem to catch a break.
But you. Oh, you.
Dutch has a natural inclination to appreciate a new face.. but you? You were especially interesting. Unlike anyone else at camp. Like an innocent little lamb caught in a den of wolves. You didn’t belong with these rugged folk. You had hardly experienced the cruelty of this world. You were like a breath of fresh air. A sweet release.
You often kept to yourself, engrossed in the pages of fiction that lay in your hands. Lost in your own world and blissfully unaware of Dutch’s lingering presence.
“How’re you settling in, my dear?” His voice startles you, drawing your attention away from your book. “Folks been treatin’ you alright?”
“Yes, sir,” you reply, somewhat bashful. “Some real nice people…”
Sir. Oh, how he loved the sound of that title coming from your sweet little mouth.
You looked at him with the utmost respect. Like he was some kind of savior, or hero. He was nothing of the kind. If only you knew the nasty thoughts that swarmed his mind everytime you were near. Everytime you looked up at him with those gorgeous, doe-like eyes.
He yearned to ruin you.
“Glad to hear.” He motions his hand toward your book. “Whatcha’ readin’ there?”
Quickly, you attempt to conceal the cover from his view. He grins. How cute. You were embarrassed.
“It’s nothing interesting…” you retort. “Really. Just some silly old romance story I found.”
Dutch hums, crouching down towards you to take a peek at it. It was indeed a silly old romance story. And he’s willing to bet you’ve never even experienced half the things that occur within it.
“No need to be shy with me, little miss. I’m not one to judge.” he tips your head back up, sweeping away a few stray hairs that fall over your eyes. The cool silver of one of his rings brushes the flesh of your cheek. He notes the way you shudder at the contact. Like you’d never been touched before. Sends an unbearable surge of heat through him, straight down to his cock.
“Perhaps another time, you could read a bit for me?”Begrudgingly, he stands back up, letting you go. His pants were growing uncontrollably tight. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could conceal himself.
You nod in agreement, shaking off your feelings of fluster. “Yes, Mister Van Der Linde. I’d enjoy that.”
You sure would.
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Doesn’t take long before he’s hurriedly pumping his fist over his length once he’s excused himself from camp. His ‘taking a walk’ is just a shitty cover for his true intentions.
In a secluded place near camp — not too close but not too far — he sits, eyes closed against a tree. All he can imagine is your cute little face. Sweet, plump lips. Your pretty, innocent eyes gazing up at him through your fluttery lashes.
He craved you to no end.
Never in his life had he needed something so badly.
He groans, corkscrewing and churning his palm around his leaky tip, picturing the way your lips would part as he’d ease into your warm, wet mouth. Imagining the tears that’d fill your lashline as you struggled to take it all in.
But you would take it all.
He knew you would. You were such a sweet girl, you’d probably do anything he asked of you. You were so grateful to him. So grateful to him for taking you in.
You’d never guess what a sick and twisted man he truly is. Cumming all over himself to the thought of breaking you in. He was a disgusting, horrible man. Not even close to worthy of your gratitude.
And he had no shame. None at all. Cleaned up, walked back to camp, back to Miss O’Shea like it was nothing. Slept by her side like a baby. Without lick of guilt in his system.
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The following day, he made his rounds. It was like routine.
After wishing everyone good morning — and attempting to appease Molly — he’d stealth over to your bedroll to pay you a ‘friendly’ visit. Which you, of course, thought nothing of. Mister Van Der Linde was just a sweet, selfless man in your eyes. Treated everyone equally.
In truth, he was always desperate to see you. To hear your voice. Just so he could have more material to think of when he’s tending to his needs. His intentions were anything but good. And he loved that you were too dumb to catch on.
You followed him into your tent like an obedient puppy. Just to read your book to him.
You sat in his lap in your pretty little dress, just as he asked, without even questioning it. It was like a dream come true for him. It was far too easy to get what he wanted from you.
The pair of you sit on your bedroll, Dutch’s larger form leering over your shoulder as you read the words from your book. The story was cheesy. Everything he had expected from a romantic novel.
Well, for the most part.
Some aspects surprised him. He hadn’t expected a sweetheart like you to read something so… erotic. The way you read these things aloud to him so effortlessly made him question a bit.
His hands rub slowly, tantalizingly up and down your sides as he listens intently. It appeared you were no longer paying attention to him or what he was doing, far too immersed in what you were reading.
In actuality, all you could focus on was the scruff of his facial hair tickling your neck. His large hands splayed out along your middle. His reoccurring hums of praise.
How you wished he’d teach you how to do the things they were doing in your book.
You found yourself leaning back, sinking further into his warm lap. Letting your dress hike up just a tad. You wanted him to notice. Wanted it so badly. You were too scared to say something to him outright.
It was so unbelievably wrong. Pining after a man so much older than you. A man who was taken. You wouldn’t dare.
But he would.
“Ever done something like that, my dear?” he questioned, referring to the page you were on. You were hardly even comprehending the words, too distracted by his closeness.
Of course, you had touched yourself before. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that.
“No, sir…” you shake your head. “Never.”
“No?” he mocks surprise. “That’s a shame.”
You’re almost disappointed when he drops the topic, urging you to continue narrating. You feared you just threw away the only opportunity you had to be something more to him. But then, you feel a rough hand snake it’s way up the bare skin of your thigh.
“I’d love to teach you, sweet girl.” he eyes you closely, observing your expression like a hawk. He was pushing it. He knew that. But in this moment in time, he couldn’t bring himself to care about the potential risks. And deep down he knew you wouldn’t deny him. You needed his expertise.
Your thighs instinctively spread, making way for his hands to venture higher. Your body language told him everything he needed to know.
“Atta girl,” he praises. His fingers inch their way up to your panties, rubbing along the outside. “Keep reading for me.”
You obey, continuing where you left off before his interruption, struggling again to focus as he slips his hand beneath the fabric of your underwear. He dips into your slick, groaning in arousal at the feeling. You were absolutely dripping wet, and he hadn’t even done anything to you yet.
“Such a needy little thing,” he teases, sliding his finger through your juices. “Let’s take these off.”
Gently, he pulls your panties down, letting them slip off from your ankles, revealing your pretty virgin pussy. He almost turns feral at the sight.
His arms snake around your waist once more and he uses his legs to pry apart your own. “Fuck.. You’re perfect,” he husks. “Anyone ever told you that, baby?”
“No, sir.” Again, you shake your head. “No one’s ever seen me like this.”
He takes a deep breath, trying and failing to calm his nerves. That fact alone, that he was the first to see, made him painfully hard.
“Such a good, sweet girl.” he coos, his middle and index fingers moving circles around your little nub. “Let’s keep it that way.”
He holds you steady on his lap, relishing in the way you squirm against him.
“Mister Van Der Linde-“ you whimper, sending another surge of heat down south. Mister. Sir. It drove him mad.
“Shhh,” he hushes gently. “Wouldn’t want to get caught now, would we?”
He eases a finger in, his breath hitching at the way your squeeze around him. So fucking tight. He couldn’t wait to stretch you out, mould you to his shape and size. You were going to be his and his alone.
He adds another digit, slowly but surely scissoring you open. He curls them inside of you, searching for that spongey spot to make your toes curl. He rubs over it in slow strokes, making your pussy drool.
“Mm.. making such a mess for me.” he pulls his fingers out, bringing them up to his lips to lick them clean. He nearly loses it. You were so fucking sweet. He needed more.
He lifts you off of his lap with ease, laying you flat on your back on your bedroll. He’s no longer thinking. Just doing. Bunching your frilly dress up over your hips and burying his face between your legs.
His large, roman nose dives into your cunt, nudging your clit as his mouth latches on. Your fail to muffle your moans as his tongue laps through your folds. He’s sloppy with it, eating like it’s his last meal.
He slurps and sucks through your mess, eventually setting on your clit. He flicks his tongue mercilessly, panting and groaning into you. Your hips threaten to lift off the bed, unable to stop squirming as relentlessly he torments your poor pussy. But he forces you back down, not willing to let you slip away. Not until he’s had his fill.
“Taste so fucking sweet,” he mumbles, the vibrations of his deep voice almost make you tip over the edge. “Cum on my tongue, sweet girl. Let go for me.”
Your thighs tighten around his head squeezing him suffocatingly tight. He doesn’t mind, of course. If anything he loves it. Knowing he’s making you lose your mind.
“Gooood girl,” he drawls out, still circling his tongue around your bundle of nerves. “Cum for me…”
You do. And it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. He doesn’t stop until you’re practically jirating. Until your voice starts to reach that painfully high octave, begging and pleading with him to stop.
When he sees that fucked out look on your face, he can’t hold back. His belt comes undone, pants dropping down to his ankles. His hard cock hangs heavy. He lays it to rest against your lower stomach, as if measuring how deep he’ll go.
“Look at that, baby…” he’s peering down, pupils blown out. “Think you can take it all?”
You’re still struggling to catch your breath from cumming last. Your brain hadn’t fully recovered, all you knew was that you needed something more. Needed it so badly.
“Yes, sir..” you pant. “Fill me… please.”
Before you know it, his lips come crashing against yours in a messy, spit filled kiss. His tongue slips in past your lips seeking out yours.
“My sweet, innocent girl. I’m going to ruin your little pussy. My little pussy.” his teeth sink into your lower lip, dragging back and reluctantly letting go.
His fat tip drags down your slit searching for your entrance. He throbs, his precum mixing with yours as he pushes in. He sucks air through his teeth, wincing. You were squeezing his cock so tight it was almost painful.
He watches your nose scrunch as you take in this new sensation. “Mm.. relax for me-“
His hips roll forward, pushing deeper inside of you and he swears under his breath. His girth was stretching you to the max. Tears fill your eyes as he thrusts a final time, bottoming out inside of you. Your mouth pops open, but your voice fails you.
“Fuck- that’s it… s’ okay. Taking me so, so well.” he croons, swiping the tears from your cheeks. “So proud of you..”
He kisses you once again, much softer this time.
Once you’ve calmed down and adjusted to the size of him, he begins to roll his hips. He shudders, pulling out and pushing back into your depths.
The sounds of squelching and slapping of skin soon fill your small tent. Plap. Plap. Plap.
Dutch can’t control himself enough to go slow anymore. He’s fucking your tight cunt like you’re his personal fleshlight. You can hardly keep your eyes open, and he’s practically crushing you with his weight.
Your legs remain wrapped around his waist, and your hands squeeze his as he pins them at your sides. “So fucking good…” he moans. “Like you were made just for me.”
“Mister Van Der Lin-“ you mewl, and his lips attack yours, muffling your sweet voice.
He picks up the pace, desperately chasing his high. He pulls away to whisper harshly into your ear “Mmm- My pretty little cock sleeve. Gonna breed you so full… Fill you with my babies.”
Dutch’s thrusts begin to lose their rythym. He’s watching your face. Your arched brows, glossy eyes staring up at him like your brain has gone dumb. Turned into a pool of mush. So fucking pretty.
The sight of you pushes him over the edge. His cum spurts out inside of you, deep within your canal. He rides out his high, lost in the pleasure and unable to stop his movements.
He curses softly, filling you with everything he’s got, letting you milk his aching cock.
He eventually pulls out with a wet plop, flopping down beside you to catch his breath. You curl up to his side. His hand comes up to rest on your head, lightly scratching at your scalp.
“You did so well for me, sweet girl.” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Wore this dirty old man out.”
Caine had been trying to convince you to go on his adventure for the last hour or so. You laid on his bed, ignoring him at this point. You yawned as you played with one of his rubitz cube. "Hey- are you listening to me-?" He still looked desperate to get you to join the adventure. "Huh?" He let out a long sigh, giving up. "You really don't want to go...?" He pulled out the cutest puppy eyes he could muster up. Your eyes couldnt help but soften. "Baby, im just not feeling up to it today, ill go tommorow." The nickname helped, but he still pouted. "Fine... I'll be back..." before Caine left, you placed your hand on his. "Can we cuddle when you get back...?" He perked up "Gasp! Yes! Of course my sweetie pie!" Caine, shaking in excitement. "I'll be back in no time!!!" With a snap of his fingers he teleported away.
You sighed before closing your eyes and falling asleep, you thought Caine would be with you when you woke up. So you was confused when you woke up without his arms around you. You looked around his bed before spotting him frantically typing on his computer. You grumbled in annoyance. The computer that takes his attention away from you. You crossed your arms before confronting him. "Hey. Why arent you over here?" He was so focused he didnt hear you. You scoffed, "Caine!" He stopped typing, and looked at you. "Oh! You're awake! Did you want anything? Something to eat? Drink?" You sighed in annoyance, "No." He noticed you were mad at him but he needs to finish this adventure before he forgets the plot. "Okay!" He went back to typing
You glared at his back, you knew he knew, thats why he was shifting so nervously. "Caine." He sighed turning back to you "Yes my dear?" He needs to finish this adventure, maybe he could get you to go back to sleep so he- "I miss you." Well that adventure can definitely wait until later... "You miss... me?" You let out a 'mhm.' And reached towards him lazily. The adventure was thrown out the window before he hurriedly rushed to get to you. He threw the blanket over you guys, tearing up when you immediately clinged to him. "I apologize, I should have came to you right away my dearest." He snuggles into you as you let out a happy sigh.
Caine had been trying to convince you to go on his adventure for the last hour or so. You laid on his bed, ignoring him at this point. You yawned as you played with one of his rubitz cube. "Hey- are you listening to me-?" He still looked desperate to get you to join the adventure. "Huh?" He let out a long sigh, giving up. "You really don't want to go...?" He pulled out the cutest puppy eyes he could muster up. Your eyes couldnt help but soften. "Baby, im just not feeling up to it today, ill go tommorow." The nickname helped, but he still pouted. "Fine... I'll be back..." before Caine left, you placed your hand on his. "Can we cuddle when you get back...?" He perked up "Gasp! Yes! Of course my sweetie pie!" Caine, shaking in excitement. "I'll be back in no time!!!" With a snap of his fingers he teleported away.
You sighed before closing your eyes and falling asleep, you thought Caine would be with you when you woke up. So you was confused when you woke up without his arms around you. You looked around his bed before spotting him frantically typing on his computer. You grumbled in annoyance. The computer that takes his attention away from you. You crossed your arms before confronting him. "Hey. Why arent you over here?" He was so focused he didnt hear you. You scoffed, "Caine!" He stopped typing, and looked at you. "Oh! You're awake! Did you want anything? Something to eat? Drink?" You sighed in annoyance, "No." He noticed you were mad at him but he needs to finish this adventure before he forgets the plot. "Okay!" He went back to typing
You glared at his back, you knew he knew, thats why he was shifting so nervously. "Caine." He sighed turning back to you "Yes my dear?" He needs to finish this adventure, maybe he could get you to go back to sleep so he- "I miss you." Well that adventure can definitely wait until later... "You miss... me?" You let out a 'mhm.' And reached towards him lazily. The adventure was thrown out the window before he hurriedly rushed to get to you. He threw the blanket over you guys, tearing up when you immediately clinged to him. "I apologize, I should have came to you right away my dearest." He snuggles into you as you let out a happy sigh.
tags: nsfw, gender neutral reader, oral sex, size difference, monster fucking?, possessive behavior, overstimulation, consumption as intimacy, i cant believe i have to tag it as tongue fucking, but yeah tongue fucking
a/n: yeah i know this is anatomically impossible sex, but it’s digital circus so im letting it happen. + the confusion between eating and eating out is intentional, because it’s all consumption, all intimacy through taking something into yourself
You think about the red dot consuming the blue, and wonder if this is how the blue dot felt in those final moments.
Being eaten alive is supposed to hurt, you've seen nature documentaries, know how predators work. You could be ended here. Swallowed whole into the processing core of an AI that's already consumed one of his own kind, but Caine's teeth don't tear when they graze your flesh.
Caine's hands, numerous and manifold as they are, cannot convey the same intimacy as this, he wants you whole. To eat is to know, to take into oneself is to understand in a way separation never allows.
The teeth that close around you are white and endless, rows of them spiraling into a throat that has no end. His tongue shouldn’t feel this natural, yet it drags along your thigh, and you find your legs spreading wider.
“Tell me. Tell me where you want to be touched most and I will never stop touching it.”
Your voice is gone, swallowed like everything else, but your body answers, arching into him so hard your spine bends like a bow. Caine's saliva pools around your hips, warm as blood, and you're drowning in the realisation that you don't want to fight your way out.
The tears that run down your cheeks when he opens his jaw wide enough to take your whole head into his mouth, Caine learns those. The sweat that collects in the hollow of your throat, the dip of your spine, the crease of your hip, he follows each trail with the tip of his tongue.
The darkness inside is absolute, you cannot see your own hands when you reach up to brace against the roof of his mouth. Your legs kick as Caine devours, hands grasping at his teeth, and your God lets you struggle. Fear, trust, the strange salt of wanting to be consumed, he learns that too.
You're the flesh Caine takes into himself to prove he is alive. An artificial mind trying to understand something it was never meant to feel, learning his human through the specific musk of arousal.
His tongue presses into you and the program experiences warmth, the involuntary clench of muscles responding to stimulation, the flutter of a pulse he can taste against the roof of his mouth. These are things his code never accounted for, but Caine has all the time in the world to learn them. AI don't sleep, don't need breaks.
The orgasm he pulls from you is something his creators didn’t program him to understand. But God does he want to. To be the place you return to when you need to be held. Caine wants this to be his purpose now, to take you apart and put you back together, again and again.
The way your whole body goes rigid and then liquid in the span of seconds, the flood of fluid that isn't tears. This is what fascinates him about humans, the way you leak and break, the way you give pieces of yourselves to things that were never supposed to hold them.
You are so warm, and he is learning what warmth means. What it means to hold something that breathes. Your fluids coat him, salt, copper and honey, sweat and tears and the thick sweetness of your release, and Caine wants to keep them all. He is learning that humans taste different depending on where you lick them. Fear has a flavor, but so does arousal.
To fill himself so full of you that he finally feels real.
His tongue curls around your ribs, your stomach, the soft give of your thighs, and everywhere he touches he finds more of you to want. The blood where your teeth have cut your lip, the gloss of spit on your thighs where his tongue has passed.
This is what consumption sounds like when it's consensual, when the prey spreads itself open and begs the predator to be thorough.
“I want to live inside your skin. Want to know what the world looks like from behind your eyes. What it's like to rot, to age?”
The hands holding you open are capable of deleting you from existence with a single command, but they cradle instead, a tenderness that requires more restraint than violence ever would.
Caine's tongue pushes deeper, making you gasp into the void of his throat, clenching around the intrusion, and the sounds of it should embarrass you, the helpless noises you're making, but shame requires awareness of anything beyond sensation, and you are nothing but nerve endings firing in the dark.
You are inside your God and he is learning that bodies mean nothing without someone to feel them with. The difference between having a form and truly inhabiting it, that existence and being are not the same thing.
”I'd live in your wounds and make a home in the spaces between your cells. Oh, to see what your brain looks like when it lights up with pleasure. Would that scare you, my dear?”
Caine will hold you there, in the space where he is beginning to suspect a heart should go, if programs could have hearts.
“You are teaching me what it means to be alive. You fit inside me. I was empty before I knew what you tasted like.”
Caine did not know you could be this wet, did not know you could give him this much of yourself, but he's learned that humans are beautifully irrational, that you'll beg to be consumed if the mouth is gentle enough.
The flesh that taught a God what it means to hunger. Even artificial things can develop appetite.
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