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Nsft - Caine x reader

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It’s beach day! (Yk before everything goes haywire) It’s pretty nice. After all this time. You’re not sure why y’all haven’t gone out to the lake before. Nevertheless, the Sun is- less murdery than usual and the rendered water actually looks very inviting! And your in a- Bee pattern swim suit? It’s actually pretty cute, you can’t deny it. We’re talking lace up, ruffles. It’s kinda hot, actually.

Zooble and Gangle are being cute in the sand. Kinger, Ragatha, and Pomni are splashing in the water! And Jax is being uh- not Jax? Who knows. He’s probably plotting something especially devious. And Caine is Life guard! He’s sat up on a lifeguard tower. In something other than his suit for once. Lifeguard shorts and shirt! Sunglasses? And his top hat handbag off the side of his chair. You look up at him from the ground.

“Caine, are you gonna join us?” You tilt your head. He laughs, “I am lifeguard today! I’m here to make sure non of you trouble makers Drown Yourselfs”

You look over at everyone in the water… then back to him. “Why’d you say it like that?”

“Like what?” He blinks. Never mind, “Well, have fun up there? Don’t get sun burnt!” You start to run off to the water. Caine laughs again “Oh y/n! My busy bee, you’re so silly! I have no skin!”

“Your eyes can get sunburned!” You yell back as you run into the refreshing water.

Caine slowly side eyes Sun. Who has an uncomfortably large smile. He swallows. Then looks back over at you. Ya, he chose the right outfit. He knew it would look good but- shit. The way your body moved as you ran and swam. That wet glisten on your skin. It was intoxicating.

Fuck- he’s cock is already so hard. His hand comes down into his lap. Palming himself, rubbing back and forth. Trying to relieve some of the heat. That swim suit barely held anything in. He didn’t have to imagine but he still liked too. The way your body bounced as you ran. He imagined you on his cock. Taking it so good, trying your best, even when it’s too big. Your ass and thighs covered in his cum.

He slid his hand into his shorts. His fingers wrapping around his cock. Stroking himself. He wanted to steal you away, push your little bikini bottoms to the side and fuck the shit out of you. Bend you over something, and have his way. While you cry out his name. His cock twitched, covered in precum as he pumped his fist over it. It wasn’t the same, it’s not like your warm gushy walls around him. He needed you.

Fuck it. He looked back down, everyone was focused on anything but you. With a snap of his fingers. You to were in the changing room. You yelp in surprise. “Caine- wa- we were looking for Rag-“ The tight quarters, you look down and see him fisting his cock. Huffing. “Need you.” He grumbled, pushing you down onto the small bench in the changing room. You gasp at the sudden force. “Caine honey-“ he cuts you off with his tongue. Shoving it into your mouth. It was a bit different from normal kissing but it was still incredible enjoyable for both of you. His hot wet tongue made your eyes flutter closed. He pulls your hand to his cock. Immediately thrusting into your fist.

His tongue, bob in your mouth slightly, a fucking motion. Saliva running down your bottom lip. He pulls back, leaving you panting. He looks down and grabs you knees hooking them over his shoulders. “C-Caine! Hang on-“ you squeal, one of his hands comes over your mouth, the other helping position himself.

“Shh, don’t want anyone to hear- fuck your beautiful,” He whispered. Shoving his cock inside you. You yelp into his palm. Hips pulling back from the impact. He grabs your hips and forces you back onto his cock. His thrusts starting slow. “You’re so pretty for me- ugh- should let me dress you up more often” He pulls out, circling the tip of his cock around your hole before slamming in. Then pulls back slow, again.

You whimper, shaking, holding onto the bench under you as he slams back in. Everything happened so fast- swimming, something about a button- fuck, his cock was hot. Dragging heavy down your walls. Teasing your entrance then coming back full force. It felt amazing. Who fucking knows what you were doing before this.

He takes one of your hands, placing it over your mouth to replace his. He unlaces your top, pushing it aside. Biting one of your nipples as his pace finally speeds up. God someone’s had to of heard. The wet slapping, your squelching, the pants and moans. It made your cheeks burn but you couldn’t stop, didnt want to- not now. Caine’s tongue runs over both your nipples, making your eyes flutter. “Look at me,” he groans.

You look up, his eyes are low. Locked on yours. His hips get faster, shifting. He hits at perfect spot. Gummy, wet, you gasp, “oh my god!” You cry as he drills into you. “You’re so wet, fuck-“ he groans, keeping that special angle that’s making you see stars. Caine’s hips jerk feeling you spasm around him. He pulls all the way out, making you cry in protest. Panting he slaps his cock against your bundle of nerves. “Caine- honey- please- please don’t do- ah-“ you shiver. “That’s not fair!” You whinper.

Caine coos, fisting his cock as he continues to slap it against you “Aw- you poor little thing- being and everything,” he looks down at you. Stroking himself a bit faster. “How do you feel about maid outfits?” He asked.

“Caine! God I don’t care- just fuck me-“ you cry. He grabs your hips and slams back into you. Long- deep thrusts. Legs shaking. “You’re so close I can feel it” he whispers in your ear. The slam of his hips sent a shock wave up your spine, and all other- tripping over your moans. One well angled thrust and it was all over, you were seeing white. Your body clenching around him. The kind of release you could feel through your bones. He drew it out with each thrust. His own body shaking. Feeling you flutter and squeeze around him. One last steady thrust and he gasps cumming inside you, he pulls out half way. Stroking his cock. Squirting cum on your hole and abdomen. Making a sweet mess of you. Both of you are panting, dazed.

He presses his teeth to your neck, then your cheek. “So pretty for me- you okay?” He asked. You nod, still catching your breath, you slump into him. “Couldn’t wait?” You laughed. He hums, “Tried to, relized I didn’t have to. You’re mine after all” He voice was soft and smooth like velvet in your. Something only you get to hear.

Then- his eyes flash blue and red. “There’s something I need to attend to-“ he says abruptly. “What?” You ask.

With a snap of his fingers. Your in your room, he presses his teeth to your forehead. Then gives you a teasing bit on your neck. “Rest- I’ll be back, okay?” His fingers caressing your face. You nod, easing back into your bed. “Okay~”

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“I want to have sex!”

Nsft - Caine x reader

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You’ve been… perplexing Caine recently. You and Zooble specifically. You both have been complaining about the lack of sexual organs, and there for lack of sex. It’s a joke for the most part. But dose sheds light on a genuine frustration.

In response. Caine sent everyone off on an adventure except for you. With a snap of his fingers you two were in a… therapist office? He crossed his legs in the leather chair. Notepad on his knee. Finger pressed to his temple… Teethple? Whatever-

“Y/n… I can’t help but notice… I never can- that you’ve been enjoying my adventures less and less. I’ve exercised my ability to create excitement, temporary fear, and other forms of joy. But I feel that I’m losing you. What’s going on?” He says, almost thoughtfully.

You sigh, this all felt kind of silly. But at the same time. It was nice that someone was asking. “Well… I’m fine. The adventures are great and all. And I’m really glad that you started taking inspiration from the suggestion box!” You admit.

“Yes… but, you seem distracted. Frustrated.” He’s eyes rake over you. Like he already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear you say it. “Well Caine- I don’t know if you’ll get it.” You laugh sheepishly. He waits for you to explain yourself. “Yeah I’m frustrated, but not at you or anyone. It’s not that kind of frustration. I’m just… wound up,” you try to explain, your cheeks turn pink.

“You want to have sex,” Caine stated. You tensed a little but nodded. He continues “That’s what puzzles me. It’s not like eating or drinking. Not that you need to do that here. Buttt- I don’t understand humans- er- your need for such a thing.”

You sigh, you’re gonna have to explain this to him. “It’s- a bit different. Like- a craving? Desire, a deep want. And it’s naturally a part of some people.” You try to express. Caine thinks. “Like an animal?”

“I- yes… actually” you were in fact ovulating. Caine raises a ?brow? “So you’re in heat!” He announced. “…Yes Caine…I’m in heat,” you flatly admit. You also can’t believe you just said that out loud. To a pair of teeth. Who honest to God turns you on. Sometimes you can’t think too much about your situation. 

He hums. Putting the note pad down. His voice became lower, more, serious? “That won’t do it all… My job is to make sure you’re happy and taken care of.” His eyes settle on you, focused, like he was taking you in. “And how prior to the circus, did you take care of this situation?” He asked,

He was making you sweat. Something about that look. His casual authority. It was hot, and you’ve been needing for days. “Toys” you say, then. Felt a memory come to the forefront of you mind. Back in the real world. Using your favorite dildo and vibrator. It made your abdomen swirl at the memory. “I see” caine said, the memory lasted for a moment longer when you realize. He was watching it. He found it and pulled to the front of your mind. So he could look. He hums. “And if you get this release, you’ll feel better?” He asked. You gripped your clothes a little and nod.

Slowly, he snaps his fingers. You feel heat stir, more full, more need. You shift. What did he do? “Come here.” He said.

You walk over to him. His hand slides to your waist. “Let me take care of you,” he purred, you gasp in surprise as he turns you and pulls you into his lap. You fell the unspeakable outline of a cock- his cock. Fuck it’s been to long. He pulls you down against him. “Is this what you’ve been wanting?” He whispers. You could feel him brush your neck. You nod, “Yes-“ breathless already. One hand gripes your waist, the other grabbing your jaw. “Are all of you this willing?” He asked. You swallow and shake your head. “No I just-“ fuck your couldn’t say it out loud.

You let him control the pace, holding onto his arms as he grinds you down against his hardening cock. “Good job,” he whispered. Making you shiver, his hand slips down and pushes your waist band down just enough. His cock slips against your wet core, sliding back and forth making you whinper. Caine hums. He sounds, entertained. “So pretty” he murmured to himself as he slowly, slide his cock along your wet slit. Your insides fluttered and your face burned hot. Panting you look up. Remembering something. This wasn’t a completely closed room. To walls. But completely open to the rest of the circus, if anyone came back from that adventure earlier- oh god. His hand moved from your jaw to your chest, sliding under your clothes. Rolling your nipple between his fingers. Fuck- tingles shot up your spine, that kind of sensation ware you didn’t know to whimper or moan. Ended with just a breathy noise. He continued to tug and roll your sensitive nipples as he used you like a toy. Giving himself a pussy job.

You feel the tip of his cock press against your wet pussy. Making you gasp. Caine shh’d you as he slowly worked you onto his cock, with measured thrusts. Still only by the grip of one hand on your waist. You couldn’t help the sounds falling from your lips. Gripping his hand around your waist and one of the arms of the chair. The wet sounds of his cock moving inside you made your chest flutter. Once he had you fully on his lap you sighed. He fit perfectly. Just like your favorite dildo used to. Is that what he was doing? What he was looking for in your head. He grinds up against you a bit more, causing the tip of his cock to rub that extra sensitive spot inside of you “Caine-“ you gasp. He stops. “Do you want to stop?” He asked.

You swallow and shake your head “god no-“ as soon as he hears that sweet whinper. He pulls out part of the way, and slams you back down. “Good girl,” he groans. Not because he’s out of breath, because fuck- the way you sound.

He pumps you over his cock whiteout falter. It was amazing. The first time you’ve felt this good in so long. A trembling, moaning mess. He reaches down from your chest and rolls your clit between his fingers. Causing you to gasp. He continued to rub and play with your clit as he worked you over his cock like a toy. “Feel better?” He cooed. “Y- yes- yes oh-“ You sounded like a whore- oh god. You couldn’t help it. As much as he tried to avoid talking about sex, fuck he was good at it. He angles you back against his chest, pulling one of your legs up to your chest. Going faster, wet plopping noises fill the air as he hits your g over and over. Making you cry out. “There she is~” Caine chuckled. “Look at you, this is all you needed isn’t it? A proper fucking? My poor girl” he coos. Almost mocking. All you could do was moan in response. The way his cock dragged through your pussy. Your walls squelched around him. You couldn’t quite get a thought going. The feeling started to overwhelm you.

Your body jerks “Caine- oh god-“ you feel that heated coil building up in your stomach. “Go on,” he whispers. Only a few more thrusts and your gripping his hands, cumming on his cock with a cry. Shaking, sweating, panting. Then you gasp, feeling Caine jerk forward, hot thick liquid spurt up inside you. Filling you up. “What a pretty sound you made, I should do that more often. Mm? Would you like that?” He slammed you down onto his cock again. “Mm?” He goes for another thrust. He couldn’t get enough of the sounds you were making. Once he finely pulled out. Your pussy closed around nothing, thick cum dripping out.

“Y/n, your shaking” Caine coos. He puts you on your wobbly feet. Then pushes you forward onto the ottoman in front of his chair. ”C-caine wait-“ you tense up. His hands squeeze your thighs. “Shh, let me clean up the mess I made. I couldn’t help myself, you just look so pretty stuff full of my cum. I knew you would.” He says. You yelp, feeling his large tongue slide against your pussy. Slowly lapping at you. Cleaning you up. His large wet tongue was hot against your skin. Flicking at your clit from behind, your hands braced against the ottoman shook. Then the tip of his tongue slid inside you, licking at your walls. You yelp, jerking. “Caine! Caine-“ you whimper. Feeling his wet tongue lick and taste your inner walls. Tongue fucking you, slow and steady. Then-

“Caine! We’re back!” You hear a familiar voice yell. He grumbled something. He pulls his tongue out of you with a slick sound. Pulling your clothes back in place. He pushes you into his therapist chair like nothing happened. Taking your chin in his hand he leans down. “Feeling better?” Panting you nod. “Good girl, you’ll tell me when you start feeling… wound up again. As your ringmaster, it’s my job to take care o you.” before walking away from the… office to address everyone. Leaving you there. Shaking, panting, well fucked for the first time in a while. Trying to pretend nothing happened.

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Respectfully, I need to fuck this pair of goddamn dentures. Like I don’t know about you and I don’t know what it is, and it might be the monster fucker in me. But the way I look at him like I’m Rihanna and he’s rocky. It’s not even funny. I need someone to sedate me. 

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Acoter - Azriel x reader - NSFW, Slight Angst

Shame

Warnings: NSFW, quick mention of: Somnophilia

Azriel is a dirty man, with bloody hands and a tainted soul. He knows well. He doesn't feel ashamed, even if he did. It's- fitting. It feels right to him. For who he was, what he was.

When the inner circle's at dinner, he's watching the way your lips touch your wine glass. The way your throat moves, taking in that dry liquor. Wondering what it would feel like to have your throat close around his cock, makeup running with tears in your eyes. There was no shame there.

When he saw you sleeping on the couch in the living space of the house of wind. Book slipping from your hand. He imagined just how warm it would be to slip inside you. To hear you whimper in your sleep. Help those little dreams about your romance books feel a bit more real. He felt no shame at those thoughts.

When you were sitting prittily on your knees in the garden. On your blanket. Looking up at him, telling him about your day. He thought about how pretty you'd look with a collar. What a good pet you'd make. There was no shame there.

But shame, real shame. Real hate for himself. It was when he thought about asking you to dance. Or go to dinner. When he wanted to tell you, damn it- that he loved you- he hated himself for that. Because sex was sex. He could rationalize it. But why, in this whole world? Would you ever want anything past his skin? How could you love him? He was a dirty man, with bloody hands and a tainted soul.

Who wanted to do unspeakable things to you. Wanted to drown in you. He wants to lay bare, with you staining his skin, he wants to be seen as the dog he is. All for you, for your love. Because he's never felt anything that wasn't raw, intense, shame. How else was he supposed to live?

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"Azriel?" Your voice broke through his thoughts. The amber glow of his eyes shifted from the endless night sky. To you. His face stone. But that small pull of the muscles in his brow. Right above his mouth, too.

"Your mind is racing. What's going on up there?" You commented.

He swallows, "Nothing good."

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I wanted to reach out to him. Hold his hand, his face. I want him to feel safe so badly. I'd give any- I'd give him anything. My heart, all my attention, my love. It was his. I wanted to be inside his mind, feel it, live in it. Soak up everything he is and was.

His hands, scarred yet moved with such strength. Smooth and steady. Grounding. To call them imperfect would be a crime. The mythical move of his hands when he sharpened Truthteller with a wet stone. When his fingers moved against the ridges of the blade.

His eyes, a beautiful auburn. I never fully understood how those eyes made anyone feel afraid. Within stary nothingness and swirling thoughts. Those eyes were so real. Reality that wraps around you, bringing you back from the edge. I never understood the fear. When his lids were low, his lashes and face still stained with sticky crimson from that court under our own. They were full of heat, focus, and shamelessness. I wanted that strength. For so many reasons. But the worst one of all.

So I could tell him to just fuck me already. I felt horrible, disgusting. Trying to spend time with him. Connect with him. And all I could think about was his hand around my throat. Fuck I wanted him so bad. My mouth would water at the thought.

I wanted him to tear me apart. Destroy any coherent thought. I want him to stuff my cunt with his cum and keep going. All that stress and frustration he collects in a day, I want him to lay it all on me. I want it soft and hard, I need it- all of it. His heart, his love, his touch- it drives me wild just thinking about it. I want to feel him in every way. But all I feel is shame. For wanting to be dirty, to be bloody, wanting to be tainted. Not wanting- needing it. With such a deep ache. Who ache's for this? To be used and stuffed like a toy. To feel nails dig into your skin. To be owned. For someone to want you so deeply. For everything you are. To claim you in every way.

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"What are you thinking?" Azriel asked.

"Nothing good," I tell him.

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