my reblogging of posts =/= endorsement of the tags on them. for example, i focus a lot on age gap & teratophillia. sometimes it'll be tagged "noncon" even if it's unrelated. this does not mean i'm into noncon.
i'm very much an "anti" - i do not fuck with incest, zoo/pedophillia, or noncon. i do not qualify somno or hypno as noncon. view at your own discretion.
You like caine right? That newest episode has me going mad, so spoilers for what im about to talk about!
But imagine multiple arms caine desperately groping at your body , his hands are everywhere all at once as he clings to you, fondling your body and you can barely squirm in his grasp to get away from the overstimulating sensation of his hands on you, hes so eager and so pent up he just has to let some of it out onto you
you know what anon? to hell with all this modesty B)
IN THE HANDS OF GOD
nsfw! Caine x gn reader, multiple arms, fingering, possessive Caine, overstimulation
“you’ll stay here,” Caine's hands multiplied, two becoming four, becoming six, perhaps more, the count slipping away from you as they materialized across every available inch of your body. “because you belong here with me, to me. you're not leaving me, you can't, i won't allow it, i'll keep you here.”
one buried itself in your hair, fingers tangling and tightening until your head tilted back, exposing your neck. another claimed your waist, leaving no room to pull away. two more followed your sides, squeezing as they went, and christ, you hadn't realised how starved for touch you'd been until your ringmaster got his hands on you like this.
“mine,” another hand found your thigh, fingers sinking into the tender flesh, and you felt Caine shudder when you whimpered. “m-my human is so warm,” he murmured with what felt like religious awe. “so beautifully responsive, my precious... i could get used to this.”
you opened your mouth to answer, though god knows what coherent response you could've possibly formulated, but Caine's tongue pushed past your lips with insistent hunger, filled your throat completely, until you were choking on the intrusion and had to grip his shoulders just to remain upright.
too much fog had settled in your already empty head, consciousness going hazy, so you barely registered when one of his hands slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, not quite breaching but the threat of it made your hips jerk forward involuntarily. please Caine, please, please. “that's it, my gorgeous thing, let me learn you. such pretty sounds, keep making them for me.”
and what were you supposed to do, utterly convinced of the hopelessness of escaping this digital hell? if the god of this place himself desired you so desperately that, instead of creating new cruel and maddening adventures, he chose to drown you in pleasure.
well, perhaps in some twisted sense you could consider yourself fortunate.
arching into him with abandon, a moan tore from your lips as you begged your AI to touch you properly, which Caine immediately, eagerly obliged. his hand finally slipped between your legs with purpose and you bit back a strangled sound at the way he found you needy beneath his touch, so worked up. “oh don't worry, i could do this for eternity, learn every way to make you tremble.” Caine's fingers circled before sliding lower, and when one pushed inside you gasped at the stretch.
“ah, ah, you’re going to behave, my little human, aren’t you? going to let your god make you feel divine.” little did he know, you were already exactly where you wanted to be. the overstimulation rendered you dizzy and drunk on sensation. too many points of contact, fingers in your hair and circling your throat, skating along your spine and gripping you from behind, one hand still working between your thighs while another slipped under your shirt to touch your chest.
“taking me so well, darling. can you take another? i think you can. i think you want.” Caine babbled against your neck as his fingers pumped inside you, adding a second that made you cry out. you clenched, sobbing into his shoulder. “i'll lock every exit, collapse every door, tear apart the mainframe itself before i let you leave me. oh you don't understand... i need you. i need you so much. and i'll learn every way to make you need me the way i need you.”
just a little toy Caine was learning to play with, until you couldn't remember why you'd ever wanted to leave in the first place. you wondered distantly, through the haze of too much touch and insufficient air, if this was what happened when an AI’s censorship protocols shattered alongside his sanity.
unintentional manhandling with an f/o makes me so unwell because wdym your big hands moving me gently but so easily to the side so you can reach something for me off the top shelf suddenly has you staring down at me in realization over how you could do whatever you want with me. what do you MEAN you swiftly lifted me up off of the ground like a doll to keep me from walking through a puddle like a gentleman, but now you can’t bear to set me back down and you want to keep me pinned against you…
like when you tell them, "be careful" their entire world comes to halt. they've never heard that. and never in such a soft voice and a heavy heart like yours. and when you brush your thumb against the bruise on their cheek. fuck. their cock stirs in their pants. what is this foreign feeling? they hate themselves for fantasizing about pushing their cock in while you're on the verge of tears because they're hurt. oh what the fuck are you doing to them?
anxious girls who can’t switch their brains off… the ones whose thoughts keep racing even when their bodies are begging to let go? there’s something intoxicating about that. I don’t want to rush you. I want to consume you slowly. I want to kiss you until your breathing changes, until your hands stop fidgeting and start gripping. I want to move against you in a way that makes your thoughts blur at the edges, makes every little worry dissolve into warmth. you don’t need to think. I’ll do that for you. I’ll hold your hips steady. keep the rhythm firm and intentional. whisper how good you feel under me until your mind starts going quiet. until all you can focus on is the pressure and the way your body reacts. I want you so overwhelmed by sensation that you forget what you were anxious about in the first place. no more spiraling or overanalyzing. just you, flushed and breathless. trying to remember how to form a sentence while I smile down at you like I knew all along you’d fall apart so beautifully once you finally let me take control.
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