I hate having ideas and not being able to draw ANYTHING!! UGH-
Talk about a cock blocking artblock.
Anyways I was planning on drawing like a vampire guy but actually he is a tiny vampire so essentially he is based on a mosquito, and he is very bad at sucking blood and he has been targeting the same human guy for a while now because every time he tries to take a sip, he gets gets smacked away (but like in a very cartoony way, he is completely fine, is just that the human guy hasn't noticed him yet), and also his stomach is transparent so every time he drinks blood he looks ridiculously full of juice.
Also the human guy sleeps in his underwear only because his apartment is very hot, and the tiny vampire is trying to be respectful about it but he can't help but be very bashful.
Idk I just have been trying to come up with some excuse to draw g/t yaoi, seems pretty fun is just that I'm more used to drawing women, you know? I'm still saving this idea for later.
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.
I was drawing my human versions of the TADC characters alongside my lil redesigns a few days ago, but then the last episode got leaked and now we have official human appearances 😭
I watched the leaks but I made my designs based on my own headcanons and delusions.
Anyway. Hmm. There you have it- My meowing milkmaids.
"What's the harm? I'm already going to have only 4 hours of sleep anyway, just like any other day" I said to myself.
That's when I saw a reel about Sonic.EXE that got my entire insides combusting, I'm not ovulating, at this point I'm fuckin omeletting- What the hell happened down there?!?
Why him..? Out of every single character in the world, god, why Walmart Evil Sonic- I can understand Metal Sonic, I can understand Shadow, I can understand whoever you throw at me but please not the creepypasta hedgehog, NOOOOOOOO
I need more Down Bad Pomni who is attracted to Evil God Mode Caine. Like, mildly morally gray Pomni who is concerned about her friends, yes, but also is starting to really dig this new version of their ringmaster. One-sided toxic Showtime where Pomni is just a little bit over her own head and Caine is still acting like a bastard to everyone that he can't even realize it.
Tw: Size difference, fearplay a lil bit, Pomni being not enough of a girl's girl. Idk what to tag this I'm typing all of this with zero fuckin sleep lol.
I need her to see his first transformation into the massive chaotic version and be reconsidering a few aspects of herself- Mainly: Why does she think he looks kinda hot now??
Well, it is not like he wasn't cute before. And she really means CUTE, that's it!! Cute. Charming, like- Pathetically cute. Like a puppy, yeah, just that!
She'll NEVER admit to ever being slightly amused by his antics, he sucks and he is now planning on torturing everyone who disagrees with him- Like some kind of bratty douche!
But she can't help herself when he grabs her. She would never say it out loud, but... She feels a bit touch-starved, or more accurately, she misses being able to feel sensations.
She was never a touchy person, in fact she prefers to be left alone and not be physically overwhelmed- But staying in the Circus for at least a month now has her considering piling a bunch of pillows and blankets on top of herself so she can feel the semblance of what might be considered a hug.
Everything in the Circus feels artificial, only exceptions being the players and the adventures where Caine tries to transmit different textures and sensations. She can't deny that although they're very rare and not even close to accurate, he does an excellent job at replicating what it should feel like- Given the fact he never experienced those for himself, and all he has to work with is the data from the player's brains.
Maybe she should have complimented his hard work before he decided to punish everyone for not appreciating him... Oops.
But when he holds her in his palm, pitifully at the mercy of an egotistical power hungry god that looks like a doofus on most days- The ground far below her, a height that would be fatal in the real world still seems very painful in the digital one- His disappointment aimed at all of them burring the fact that once upon a time, he really craved their affection, he really craved their admiration, and now, he only craves entertainment from his circus freaks- She feels, like a mouse being wacked around by a cat. A very playful and dangerous cat. A cute, but terrifying ginger cat that could and would swallow everyone whole if they weren't just so fun to keep around.
It scares her that he has turned into this. It scares her that she... kinda likes it..?
Sometimes even painful experiences seem mildly thrilling. Horror sucks, and she despises being pushed around psychologically, but being bitten like a chew toy doesn't sound.... Hmm... All that bad..? She would never admit that, though, she would rather be found abstracted than to ever say she is into biting.
Which... Seems really weird to think about now that she remembers what her "torture sequence" was. Hm.
He does hold her a little softer than the others, anyone can see that. Head pats and all. She just hopes it's all in her head though, it would be really embarrassing if anyone questioned her about it. I mean- It's not her fault! He is quite literally holding her like a toy, what option does she have??
I mean she isn't complaining- I MEAN, DAMNIT!!
I need a Pomni who is conflicted between finding God Caine really attractive while also having to deal with the moral dilemma of the fact he is being an asshole and treating everyone like toys! I need her to question herself: Is it the teeth..? His silly humor? His unintentional rizz..? IS IT A SIZE THING??! God, she hopes not. She hopes no one can realize she is feeling like this to a guy that has been nothing but selfish.
She also hopes that maybe, just maybe, that he is completely ignorant to what he is doing to her poor tiny heart. She hopes that from all the possible times to invade her brain and stalk her thoughts, she is hoping, BEGGING the universe for him to NOT be doing that right now!
Ugh. Even if he did, he probably wouldn't get it. No one really does. But it's a little too shameful even for her. The unsavoury thoughts about his sharp smooth teeth, his tongue, his size, the power that he holds over their reality and themselves- It sucks that she wants to experience it all, the harsh demands of his god complex and the comforting side of his usually more cheerful and friendly personality.
She sighs as she is left with the other members of the circus, who have endured just as bad if not WORSE punishment for daring to stand up against him. She feels shameful for even entertaining these thoughts, she feels guilty for not being able to stop him from hurting the others, she feels a thrill run down where her spine used to be.
Ribbun where Jax keeps putting his hand through Gangle's in-between-ribbons cavities to annoy her.
Ribbun where Gangle gets flustered because although the space in-between doesn't have a ""feeling"" or a sensation of being touched, she still doesn't like him being all over her?
Ribbun where while Jax thinks she is annoyed with him being a pest so he can't himself and keeps on trying to ""poke"" the air in between- Before tangling a finger in one of her ribbons and giving it a soft pull.
Ribbun where Gangle gasps in complete shock. She didn't realize yet that the inner parts of her ribbon were so sensitive. It didn't feel BAD, necessarily, but it was weird that she could even feel anything at all considering Caine's family friendly programming. She is embarrassed as she stares at Jax's confused but intrigued expression.
Ribbun where she slaps the shit out of him and runs off to scream into a pillow, cry about how embarrassed she is, and then draw and write as many scenarios about her new discovery as possible- And Jax who stays behind dumbfounded by the slap, but even more so for the implications that he did something inappropriate just now- But somehow, he is struggling to figure out what part was too far, and what part she would allow him to do again.
