Y/N had arrived at the mafia around a month ago, and though it took some time, they seemed to fairly quickly fall into the day-to-day life of the mafia. Whether it was going on 'adventures', interacting with the crew daily, or overall trying to keep their mind busy and away from the darker sides of this new, terrifying digital life, they at least seemed to have claimed their own spot in this digital world.

Y/N had mostly gotten used to the majority of the crew; Jax used them as bait their first week in, and they had some heartfelt moments with Ragatha. Not to mention the few moments they had sat down and chatted with Zooble and Gangle, the pair was often together. But there was still one figure that gave them chills when around. Caine, the boss of the mafia itself, though they found they weren't alone when feeling that way. It had turned out that most of the crew seemed to try to shrink away when he was around. Y/N could remember seeing Gangle shrink behind Zooble during one of Caine's longer meetings. And there was a time they remembered seeing Jax flinch from Caine getting just a bit too close to him once.

But there was something extra that seemed to give Y/N goosebumps. The drifting eyes and a gaze that seemed to linger on them a bit longer than the rest of the crew. Y/N hoped they were hallucinating it, or maybe they were just overthinking. They told themselves that maybe it was because they were the newest of the crew….

One night after a harsher one of Caine's 'adventures', the crew returned, most of them bruised and hurting in one way or another. The crew dispersed pretty quickly. Each of them headed off to their rooms to wash up and to patch up the best they could. Y/N happened to stay in the main hall area for just a few moments longer than the others before heading to their door, bedroom key in hand. They themselves were pretty beat up. Bruises that ran along their ribs and neck from a rogue contact who took a good few swings at them. It caught everyone off guard, but in the end, the bruises will fade over time.

"Rough day?" The voice seemed to appear from nowhere, causing Y/N to jump a bit. It was deep, smooth, and to know who it came from gave Y/N chills. They swallowed hard before peering up from their door. The view of the Ringmaster himself, gently floating off the ground just a few feet from them. They don't remember seeing him in the hallway when they came down this way, and his gaze glued on their figure made Y/N freeze like a deer in headlights.

Y/N swallowed hard before speaking, "Oh, yeah, just some bruises, though. We all should be fine." Y/N spoke, trying to sound confident, but they never fully looked towards Caine; just his presence so close made their skin crawl. It was as if their body were warning them of danger.

There was silence for only a long moment, then there was a light pressure on Y/N's chin, Caine's hand tilting their head up to meet him. His sharp fangs are now inches from their face. His golden fang shimmered a bit under the hallway's dim lights as he tilted his head the slightest bit. He held a gentle yet tight enough grip to stop Y/N from pulling their head away. His gaze was glued on them as he seemingly scanned their body from head to toe.

It felt like minutes passed in silence. Y/N's body frozen as Caine scanned their face a body, only occasionally using his grip on their face to tilt their chin up. "It's a pity to see such pretty skin like yours bruised in such ways." Caine's voice sent shivers down Y/N's spine. Caine's free hand ran over an exposed bruise on their neck, pressing in just enough for the bruise to send a painful jolt into Y/N's skin. Y/N's eyes widened as they tried to back away towards their bedroom door, a soft whimper escaping their lips as Caine pressed into the delicate, freshly bruised skin some more.

Caine, feeling Y/N try to pull away, simply followed them. His body pinning Y/N between him and their bedroom door. "Though I must say, I think some marks and bruises look nice too…" Caine's voice trailed off just a bit as he spoke. His eyes were glued to the little bits of bare skin Y/N had out for him to see. And oh, how he loved to see. In his mind, he was already planning out every new mark he'd love to leave on Y/N's delicate skin. The bruises and brandings that he leaves on their skin to make his claims on their body. The thought alone made him almost want to completely devour them right here and now.

As he gently pressed into the bruise once again, he watched as Y/N's body shivered nervously to his touch. The light pain made them flinch slightly. "Do you fear me, Y/N?" Caine asked even though he knew the answer, but something about the fear in Y/N's eyes made something in him ignite. He loved the face they made when scared. Even now, he could see the slight shiver of Y/N's lower lip, and he chuckled softly as one of his fingers lightly traced the edge of it. The look on their face was almost intoxicating to him. His face was dangerously close to Y/N's as he pictured it. That delicate face staring up at him, their eyes only for him as he'd leave mark after mark on their body until they pleaded and begged. A soft growl slipped from him as the thought raced through his head.

Just as Caine was about to speak again, he paused, perking up as he heard a door handle down the hall creak as it started to turn. Caine grumbled softly, though he would love to take Y/N right now, make the whole hallway aware of his claim to them. He had to admit, he also enjoyed the chase. He wasn't fully done playing with them just yet; the chase had only just begun. Caine wanted to savor the moment. To be able to take his time as he broke Y/N.

So he would wait, knowing he would see Y/N's terrified face in his hands again. He leaned in, whispering in their ear, his hot breath gently touching the skin of their neck. "Till we meet again…" and Caine snapped his fingers, disappearing into a black smoke that faded away in seconds.

With Y/N free from Caine's grip, they slumped against their door, sliding down it until they were firmly seated on the ground. Their mind raced with what Caine said and did. It happened so quickly; was it possible they just imagined it all? No, they couldn't have, right?

Only a few moments passed, but it felt like hours as their mind scrambled to put the pieces together. Their heart, though digital, could be felt pounding harshly against their chest. In that moment of silence, a voice spoke up, snapping Y/N out our their thoughts. "Uh… Y/N? You good?" Y/N's head snapped up. The familiar purple rabbit, Jax, was standing in front of them, looking both confused and a bit annoyed.

"Uh - Yeah. Yeah. Guess I'm just extra tired." Y/N spoke quickly as they scrambled to their feet, their room key still barely held in their hand. They were still a bit shaky as they tried to put their key into the lock a few times, each time the shake from their hands causing the key to scrape along the bronze of the door keyhole.

Jax, seeing the struggle, sighed. Though he didn't see what had happened between Y/N and Caine, he wasn't gonna leave someone on the verge of panicking outside their bedroom door. His steps were slow, but Jax walked up behind Y/N and, by placing the back of his hand on theirs, he helped them steady their movement just enough so that they could unlock their door.

"There. Didn't think unlocking a door would be something you need me for, but hey, I'll add it to the things that you need to be babied about." Jax spoke with a smart ass smile on his face. He was clearly just trying to be an ass, but the joke, as rude as it may be, did calm Y/N's nerves some.

Y/N merely chucked at the joke, their constitution still shaken as they waved Jax off, thanking them as they walked inside their room and closed the door. On any other night, Y/N may have asked Jax why he was up at this hour, or where he was going. But they didn't question him tonight as they were just thankful he had left them room at the time he did….

To be continued....

Mc and Mammon had always spent Thursday nights together. Whether it was doing homework, playing games, going out on the town, or just spending the night together, every Thursday, the whole house knew that Mammon was going to be following Mc like a lost puppy wanting all their attention. It had become such a routine that even Lucifer didn't question it anymore. Of course, that was unless there was some sort of other event going on, which even then, Mammon would still likely try to be glued to Mc's hip.

This Thursday, Mammon and Mc were spending their time in Mc's room. The bedroom lights were dimmed, and the TV was playing some sort of anime that Levi had pushed into their hands to have them binge-watch earlier in the day. Mammon sat with his legs crossed, and Mc sat comfortably in his lap, their back leaning flush against them as they held a large bowl in their arms that was nearly overflowing with buttery popcorn. One of Mc's softer blankets was half-hazardly thrown over the two of them as they watched the TV screen flash with colors.

Over two hours had passed, and Mammon couldn't help but shift some with Mc sitting in their lap. Though most of his attention was on the TV in front of them, he would be lying if he said that was the only thing on his mind. Every time Mammon had looked towards Mc's lap to grab some popcorn, he'd peer over their shoulder, a quick reminder that Mc was only in a tank top and shorts on top of him. His eyes would glue to their chest for only a second or two, the tank top not doing much to hide the poking of Mc's nipples against the thin, colorful fabric. That and how, with the angle he looked down at, he could see the top of their cleavage. The sight alone was enough to make his face a bit red with blush. Boy, was he happy that the room was dark enough for it not to be too noticeable.

As the scene again changed on the TV, Mammon reached for the now mostly empty bowl of popcorn. As he grabbed a few kernels, he pulled his hand back, and his fingers accidentally grazed along one of Mc's nipples. He was quick to pull his hand away before freezing, seeming to notice the faint touch, even though Mc had not. His mind raced. Should he apologize? Mc didn't react, so was he in the clear? Mammon swallowed hard, taking a few long seconds before eating the popped kernels he had grabbed. Afterwards, he had looked back towards the bowl, his mind only on whether he could sneak another gentle touch again. Would they even care?

Mammon took a deep breath. What was he thinking? The Great Mammon couldn't be feeling nervous right now! At least that's what he told himself as he then reached for another piece of popcorn. Doing the same as before and again, he got away with another sly touch. This time, his finger lingered on their nipple for what was only a second at most before he pulled away. And then he did so again, and again. Each time he'd watched Mc instead of the TV. Waiting to see if they would react. He was starting to feel more confident with each gentle graze of his fingers on the soft fabric.

He knew he'd have to stop soon; their popcorn was almost gone, and he wouldn't have his excuse that he was "just reaching for the popcorn" here soon if there was nothing in the bowl. Mammon went to grab another piece of popcorn from the bowl, now fully with the intent to sneak just one more touch of their breasts. As Mammon took one of the last pieces of popcorn in his fingers, letting it move around in his hand for a few moments before he pulled his hand back. But as he started to make his move, Mc sat up, gently reaching forward, they took hold of Mammon's wrist, pulling his hand towards them until it came in full contact with their bussum.

"You don't have to pretend not to touch me…" Mc spoke with a bit of a giggle before bringing their attention back to the TV as if they knew this whole time what Mammon was doing.

Mammon, for a few moments, was a bit speechless; the popcorn from his fingers fell out of his hand as he processed what had happened. His hand stayed still on Mc's breast before he gave the soft fabric that covered their chest a light squeeze, almost as if testing if it was real. Mammon's face was now burning, but he let his hand gently massage Mc's breast, gently playing and squeezing it as if it were a stress ball.

One episode went to the next, and though Mammon had been half-watching the anime, he hadn't pulled his hand away from Mc's chest either, gently kneading Mc's breast in soft motions. His fingers were gently rubbing and pinching their nipple through the shirt, and Mammon couldn't help but notice the short breaths and occasional whispers of a whimper that rarely escaped Mc's lips as he played with them.

Feeling a lot braver now, his hand pulled away for only a second before slipping into the top of Mc's tank top, his hand returning to their breast as he touched their delicate skin. He gently circled their nipples, feeling as they became firm and hardened to his touch. By now, he had completely abandoned whatever was on the TV. His mind's only focus was the barely audible huffs and muffled moans that made their way past Mc's lips. His eyes were glued downwards, watching as Mc moved and wiggled in his lap as his fingers pinched their increasingly sensitive nipple.

Mammon adjusted himself again and again to try to stay comfortable. The erection that had grown in his pants was quickly becoming uncomfortable as it pressed against the fabric of his jeans, wanting to be released. His cock strained against the thick fabric, causing a noticeable bulge to form. Mammon groaned softly in annoyance at his own erection as he felt himself growing needy.

His greed for some sort of pleasurable sensation was quickly building. With every passing second, he was feeling his will fade as his lust built up. Within just a few moments, Mammon felt his demon form take over, his wings splaying out from his back as, even with Mc still trying to keep their attention on the show, he no longer showed care. He moved his hands to their hips, picking them up as if they weighed nothing, and he turned them around to face him. The mixture of confusion and blush on Mc's face made Mammon smirk, and it happened so fast they couldn't protest. Mammon was amused as he yanked their tank top down under their breasts, pulling them in close so that Mc was straddling he locked his lips onto one of their hardened nipples. His tongue swirled around it hungrily. One arm wrapped around them, keeping them from pulling away as the other toyed and massaged Mc's other breast, kneading into the soft flesh.

Mammon could hear Mc's gasp and a soft moan escape their lips as their fingers tangled in his white hair. His tongue swirled around their nipple as he sucked on the delicate skin. Mammon only pulled again when he heard Mc whimper, which caused him to suddenly pull back; the quick reminder that Mc was human shot through his mind. His eyes were glued to the small bruise that was starting to form on Mc's left breast from his hand pressing too hard into the skin.

Mammon looked up towards Mc, locking eyes with them. He opened his mouth to apologize, but before the words could slip from his tongue, Mc leaned forward, locking their lips with his. Mammon froze for only a second before relaxing, his tongue mingling with Mc's as the kiss deepened.

As their tongues danced together, Mammon kept, while more gently, let one hand continuously knead into Mc's soft breast, his other moved from their back, moving towards their hips as he slowly pulled their shorts down just enough for him to slip his hand into Mc's damn core.

Mc moaned into Mammon's mouth as they felt Mammon slip one, then two, then three fingers inside of them. Their core stretched as his fingers curled gently inside them.

"sooo…. wet… such a good girl… This wet just for me." Mammon muttered between breaths during the kiss. His fingers started slowly and picked up pace as he pumped his fingers inside of them,

Mc's arms wrapped around Mammon's neck and shoulders, their head only pulling away from the kiss when they near air. Every breath they took in caused soft, breathy moans to escape their throat.

"M-Mammon…. " Mc moaned out softly, feeling their legs start to shake as Mammon's fingers continued pumping in and out of their core. Their body were tightening around every movement as his fingers reached as deep as they could inside of them before curling gently, hitting every sensitive area possible.

A Mammon started to feel Mc's legs start to shake, he leaned forward, once again taking their sensitive breast in his mouth, His mouth taking in as much of their mounds as possible. Mammon continued sucking and gently licking, and nipping at Mc's nipples, only pausing when Mc's mumbled a mixture of a moan and a cry out. Their body shook as their core clamped down on Mammon's fingers, soaking them in their cum as they reached their limit.

Mammon pulled his mouth away from Mc's sensitive nipples with a soft pop, leaning forward, he locked lips with them once more. His growing need in his pants was still causing his discomfort, but he could control himself until Mc was ready…. at least, for now…

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2025 Kinktober

~ 🎵 "Put your head legs on his shoulders" 🎵 ~

wants to nearly break you as he's driving into you

Don't you dare look away from him. Watch him as he brings you this pleasure. Let him watch you unravel as he breaks you one thrust at a time.

"Look at me, dear, ah ah ah, don't close those pretty eyes. Keep your eyes on me."

"Fuck you feel so good."

"Take every inch of me, dear. That's it, let me feel those pretty walls stretch around me~"

"Ah ah, no cumming yet, dear. Daddy/Master still hasn't had his fill yet."

Cowgirl

loves watching you ride him

Allows you the idea that you have control, but his hands on your hips, pulling you back down is a quick reminder that he's still the one who controls you.

loves that he can thrust upwards, hitting all the sensitive spots inside you

Eye contact is key. Wants to watch you break.

Will yank you down and hold you in place when he cums.

"That's a good girl/boy, bounce those hips, just like that."

"Keep those eyes on me love. That's it, watch me as I make you feel good."

"If you keep rolling your hips like that you'll find yourself overflowing her soon."

Oral Receiving

Get on your knees. Show him just how much you want him.

Will hold your head down just to watch you gag on him

Thinks you look absolutely sexy with drool and cum running down your chin

"Just like that, dear. Use that sweet tongue of yours, ah yeah, just like that. Let me see you fill that pretty mouth with my cock."

"Keep sucking me like that and you'll be in for a big surprise, dear."

"Head down, love, I want to see your throat filled with me."

"Fuck you look beautiful/handsome painted in cum…"

Oral Giving

Won't stop till you're shaking and unable to form coherent words

Knows all your sweet spots

"You're legs are shaking, dear… don't worry, though, they can rest on my shoulders because I'm not stopping anytime soon"

"Aww, is it too much for you, my dear? Then beg me to stop. And maybe, just maybe I'll consider it."

"Say my name, love. Say my name while my tongue is inside you."

"You taste delicious, love. I think I'll have you all night."

"Is my poor sweetheart unable to think? Good~ Now the real fun can start."

It had been a long day, and all Mc wanted was some attention. Disappointingly, Satan only seemed to want to finish reading his book.

Not getting the attention they desired, Mc climbed and sat right beside Satan, their hand reaching to their lap, fingers tracing gentle circles into the fabric of his crotch, just hoping to get some sort of reaction out of him.

Satan would look up from his book, both a bit amused, but also annoyed with Mc's constant bugging of him. Though he let out a soft chuckle at Mc's attempts to distract him, he would quickly continue to go back to reading, trying to get through a few chapters of this book he was glued to.

Mc, seeing that he ignored them, huffed softly, still not getting their desired results.

After a few long moments, with a new plan for attention in hand, Mc moved to straddle Satan. Now on his lap, they lightly ground their hips against his. A playful smile on their face as Mc could lightly feel his bulge growing, pressing against his pants.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Mc," Satan would warn. But Mc didn't listen, still gently grinding against them, even letting a soft moan escape their lips as his bulge rubbed against them as they moved.

Satan would place a bookmark in his book, setting it down beside him. "I think you need to learn a bit of patience, my dear…" He'd chuckle, using one hand to lift Mc up just enough for him to undo his pants.

Pulling his cock out, he moved Mc's Panties to the side, letting the tip of his cock rub up and down their womanhood in a teasing fashion.

Satan entered them gently, letting Mc take him in inch by inch by inch until Mc's core was filled to the brim with him. His cock pressed in so deep that Mc let out a soft whimper. It always took them a few moments just to get used to Satan's size. But, even once they had had plenty of time for Mc's body to relax and adjust, Satan didn't move further. In fact, he kept one hand on Mc's hip, holding them completely still.

Satan leaned in, whispering into their ear in a commanding tone. "Now, Mc, be a good girl and don't move for me. Stay right there and keep me nice and warm till I'm done reading." Satan looked all too proud of himself as he watched Mc's eyes widen to his words.

Mc's eyes were wide as their body was screaming for them to move, to grind or bounce for more pleasure, but Satan kept his hand on their hip, holding them still as their other hand picked their book back up.

Satan went back to their book, taking their bookmark out they went back to reading in silence.

After about 15 minutes, Satan removed his hold on Mc's hip. No longer being held still, they wanted to move so desperately, even more so as they could feel Satan's cock occasionally twitch inside them. Each little twitch made their walls flutter around him, yet Satan seemed unbothered as he continued reading.

Another 10 minutes passed, and Mc couldn't help but wiggle some, wanting any movement or friction.

Satan looked up from his book, a free hand gently grabbing Mc's chin, his eyes locking onto theirs as he took in their needy expression. "Ah ah ah. I said no moving."

Mc whimpered, "But-"

Satan cut them off. "No buts. Now. Be a good girl, and I'll make sure to treat you once I'm done." As Satan spoke, he lightly thrusted in and out of Mc for only a few seconds, which made them moan softly to the sudden friction.

Satan chuckled at their reaction before going back to his book. He was now on the last chapter, but he wouldn't tell Mc that.

With the movement of Satan's hips again gone, Mc's whimpered, their legs were getting a bit shaky, and their core was dripping from their need so much that they wouldn't be surprised if Satan's crouch were completely soaked by now.

Satan would never admit it, but he was also starting to find it hard to stay still. Mc's tight pussy around his manhood was making it twitch with need more and more often. His own resolve was quickly thinning as he was nearing the end of this chapter. He was sure he'd have to re-read the last 3rd of this book again just to make sure he didn't skip over anything by mistake.

Another 5 minutes passed, and Mc couldn't help themselves; their hips gently moved against Satan's, the light friction sent bolts through their skin. "S-Satan, Please." They moaned softly.

Satan gently bit his tongue, not stopping Mc as he let them gently grind on his hips, the light friction causing his own resolve to break. He closed his book with a soft snap, his demon wings and horns suddenly appearing as he tossed the book to the side.

Satan's lips, suddenly locked with Mc's as his hips started thrusting up into them at an ungodly pace. The sound of wet skin smacking against each other echoed through the room with each hard thrust as he couldn't hold back any longer.

Between kisses, Mc moaned out, their body already shaking from the sudden wave of pleasure. It didn't take long for their legs to shake and their body to tremble as they reached their first orgasm, the feeling overtaking them like a wave, but Satan never slowed in his movement.

After every one of Mc's orgasms, Satan, feeling their walls tremble around him, would change the position. He'd take Mc from riding him to suddenly being pinned against one of the walls, to their face down pressed into a pillow on his bed. Satan wasn't going to stop until they were both sore, exhausted, and no longer filled with lustful desire.

And Mc was gonna enjoy every little second of it... for this is what they wanted... the attention right?

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2025 Kinktober

You had been running for what felt like hours. The so-called "adventure" Caine had made for everyone was anything BUT fun. The gang had been split up. Monsters had appeared one after another, and now you were covered in bruises and scrapes, blood dripping down from your forehead from where you had fallen and smashed your head on something. You were a mess, and you could only imagine how the rest of the gang was doing.

Only now had you had a moment to catch your breath. You took a sharp turn down a large hallway before jumping from a window to run out of the building you were recently hiding in, but now you were surrounded by large dark trees that towered so high that you would barely see the tops of the branches against the dark night sky. Looking up was like looking into a dark abyss, like there was no sky, not a cloud, moon, or star in sight.

As you leaned up against one of the large trees, you took a long look around you. There seemed to be no monsters you could see or hear anywhere around you, at least not for now. You took a deep breath as you started to plan out where to go next. Caine's adventures always had some sort of conclusion… most of it involved death or the survival of the fittest, but there was an end. Sometimes it was just wait and hide until Caine got bored, other times it was finding the invisible finish line, usually there was a hint to what it was… though not always.

Just as you were starting to relax, in the darkness there was a rustle around you. You jumped to your feet, clinging to the rough bark of the tree as you tried to peer through the darkness at what made the noise. A few seconds of silence passed… and then another short rustling noise, like running through falling leaves.

Your eyes shot in the direction of the noise, but there was nothing then. And then again, the sound behind you, but closer. You turned on your heels, spinning around as you tried to follow the sound. As soon as you turned, the noise was behind you again. Each time getting closer and closer and closer. A chill ran down your spine as you couldn't tell where it was coming from. It was like it was always behind you, yet never there whenever you looked.

You panicked. Your heart racing a million miles a minute, you heard the noise again, this time it sounded like it was directly behind you. You could almost feel the hot air of something breathing on your neck, and this time you refused to turn around; instead, you ran. Your heart pounded hard in your digital chest, it felt like it could it would pound right out of your chest if it could. Your lungs burned as you passed trees and bushes that seemed to go on forever.

With no end in sight, you kept pushing forward, your legs burning with each step. Your lungs are screaming for you to stop and breathe. Your mind was racing, unsure if you were running in circles or a straight line anymore. But each second felt like an hour, and with each beat of your digital heart, you could hear the rustling sound of leaves crunching under something behind you. It was getting closer. It was going to catch you. And you had nowhere to run or hide.

You could feel the harsh presence loom over you, and just as your legs are about to give out in exhaustion, sharp claws wrap around you, pushing you forward, causing you to collapse into the dirt and mangle the bushes in front of you. You reach an arm out, trying to claw yourself away from the creature's grasp as it pulls you close to its body, its claws digging through your clothing, digging into your skin, leaving trails of red on your shoulder and back.

"Such a fiesty little toy…." The voice spoke in a deep, familiar voice that sent a sickening chill down your back.

"No no no no no no no no no no…" You repeated the word like a prayer as the figure lifted you by one of your legs as if you weighed nothing. In one smooth motion, it turned you around, so you were eye to eye with it. That creature, of course, was Caine…. his form was long and lanky, body bending in places it should never bend, and eyes floating around him like he was pretending to be some sort of sick version of a biblically accurate angel. He held you close to his face, his teeth like razors stared at you as he kept you hanging upside down in front of him. The smell of blood poured out from his mouth as he looked you over.

"No?" Caine spoke, turning his head to the side. "No, what? What is it, my little toy?" Caine's long black tongue flicked out from his mouth, licking over his teeth hungrily. "Are you not enjoying our little game? …. The game I made just… for… you…?" Caine's voice lingered on each word, a sinister pause holding between each word.

"Please let me go! P-Please. No!" Your voice shook as you tried to swing for his hand, thinking maybe if you were able to pry his hold away from you, you'd have another chance at running. Maybe you could run back to the cabin, find the monster that was there, and accept death. Anything was better than running into Caine. The monsters he made killed…. Caine tortured.

Caine watched as you moved in his grip. It was so pathetic as you tried to get away. Didn't you know that he was the god here? He could barely hold back a chuckle as he watched you try to wiggle out of his grip. But as you moved, something else caught his eye. His eyes ran down your body, landing on how your shirt, while you were hanging upside down, had fallen down, exposing your chest to him. His eyes stayed glued to the area as if his own mind was planning something.

"You know my little toy…. If you behave… Maybe… just maybe I WON'T kill you…." Caine chuckled as he harshly slammed you into the ground, just hard enough to disorientate you. Before you could even figure out what was happening, Caine was already over you, one of his hands holding you to the ground as the other was forcefully tearing off your shirt.

"W-Wait! What are you-" Before you could scream, Caine's black tongue forced its way down your throat, muffling you as his hands roughly played with your chest. The taste was like iron. It felt dirty, and his reach down your throat made your mind woozy. His hands worked slowly, gripping and pulling, roughly yanking at every part of your breasts. Your skin burned as he bruised your skin from how rough he was with you.

"So… Soft…" Caine muttered as his tongue continued its assault down your throat. Caine pulled on your nipples hard enough to make you let out a choked scream. "Need… more…" Caine growled as his hands wasted no time making their way down your body. Claws dug into your pants, shredding them as they tore away the fabric, leaving you mostly bare on the dirt in front of him.

Caine seemed to pause, his eyes moving to look at your womanhood. You tried hard to shut your legs, but his hands landed on your knees, holding them wide open. You tried to reach up to claw away his hands, but it was like you fighting him did nothing, not even causing the slightest bit of discouragement for him.

Caine's tongue slithered its way back into his mouth, causing you to breathe out in harsh gasps as the air suddenly filled your lungs again. But you didn't get much time to rest as you felt something slimy pool onto your stomach. Your eyes widened as you locked eyes with Caine's form… His mouth open, tongue sticking out, drooling a thick black slime onto you, his eyes locked onto your open core in front of him, and a noticeably large bulge in his suit's pants.

You felt frozen, and in the moment of stillness, time seemed to pause, almost as if time stopped. Caine seemed to be processing the situation. But the stillness didn't last. Without much hesitation, you were suddenly and harshly flipped over. Caine was using one clawed hand to press you into the ground as he raised your hips up to meet his.

You didn't have time to scream as the sudden jolt of pain raced through your very core. Your whole body felt on fire as you felt him thrust into your body, his cock instantly stretching you past your limits. Your ears rang with each thrust, the shock taking hold as your body jolted with each time his hips smacked against yours. Each time it felt like he had somehow gone deeper and deeper with each movement, causing a noticeable lump to form in your lower stomach each time he fully entered you.

"Such… a good… toy…" Caine grunted between thrusts, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as he roughly fucked you, not caring about your pain in the slightest. His grunts and moans only got louder as he picked up pace, his hands wrapping around your waist, holding you as his cock twitched inside of you. "Such… a good… toy… fuck…" Caine moaned between words as his cock twitched once more before spilling inside of you. Lines of hot cum filled your core before overflowing out over your waist and legs.

Caine took hard breaths as his now softening cock slipped out of your womanhood, leaving it noticeably used. With a, if you could call it so, 'gentle' hold on you, he lifted you up, your body mostly limp from the abuse, but he could tell you were still breathing. Caine looked at the trail of thick cum leaking out of you as he held you in the air, and a dark laugh escaped him. "I think…." He paused, thinking, his head tilting from one side to the other as he processed what to say next. "I think I'll keep you…" Caine pulled you close to his body as he now cradled you before disappearing with you in his hand, as if neither of you were ever there.

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2025 Kinktober

It had been a long day, and you had been on Caine's nerves every second of it. You and Bubble had recently teamed up, constantly talking back to Caine, getting on his nerves, and bothering him whenever he was with the group.

It was all for fun and games, and though Bubble had been forcibly shut up whenever Caine popped him, he could not as easily stop you…. at least that is what you thought as you continued to get on his nerves over and over again as the day went on. Soon, the day's adventure had come to an end, and everyone was quickly going off in their own directions to get ready for bed for the night. Even you had called it quits pretty easily, heading down the hall of bedroom doors before meeting up at your door.

Quickly unlocking it and stepping inside, everything seemed calm until the door shut and locked behind you. In the blink of an eye, you turned, only a soft gasp able to escape your mouth before a hand suddenly covered it, muffling you. Your eyes locked onto Caines as he suddenly pushed you back until your back hit a wall.

"Shhhh… little one…" Caine's voice was smooth, dark. "You wanted to be a brat all day… now you'll deal with the consequences of it," Caine smirked, his free hand slipping behind you, pulling you close as he uncovers your mouth.

"C-Caine, What-" You began to whine, but Caine snapped his fingers, a thick cloth appearing in your mouth, gagging you.

"Nothing you can say or do will get you out of this now, sweetheart," Caine spoke softly, almost in a whisper, as he brought his mouth near your ears. Caine worked quickly, yanking you to the bed, pinning your arms behind you. He sat on the edge of the bed before pulling you up over his lap. With one hand holding you in place, his other hand gently rubbed your ass before lifting and lowering sharply, giving it a harsh slap that made you squeak through the cloth gag.

Caine chuckled at your response and once again lifted his hand before bringing it down again against your rear. The sudden smack made you squirm, which only made Caine chuckle again. Caine smacked your ass another time, then another, and another, and he took pleasure in watching you squirm with each smack. The sound of him smacking your rear echoed throughout the room, with only short moments of quiet where his hand gently pressed into the abused skin.

He chuckled as his hand ran along the edge of your pants, his fingers quickly slipping beneath the fabric, pulling your pants and panties down in one swift motion as he exposed your ass to him. Your face flushed red as you squirmed, and you could feel Caine's eyes on your bare skin as his hand took a harsh grip on the fleshy skin of your rump.

"Oh my…" Caine spoke as his fingers dipped between your legs, taking in the dampness that had formed. "So wet just from this…. That just won't do, my dear… This is a punishment…" He chuckled as he gave your ass a hard squeeze that made you whimper before raising his hand high. A sudden sharp pain went through your ass as his hand hit hard, causing you to whimper out into the cloth. Tears were quick to form in the corners of your eyes as you could feel the handprint already forming on your skin.

Caine's fingers traced along the still-forming red handprint, his eyes never leaving the fresh mark. After seeing the print form, he again raised his hand, his hand coming down even harder on the other cheek, a matching print being left on that one. The cloth gag held back the soft cry that slipped from your lips between the smacks. But Caine didn't wait for the handprint to form this time before raising his hand again, and then a fourth time, and a fifth time.

By the tenth harsh smack, small tears had trailed down your face, and Caine seemed happy with his handiwork. His hand rubbed along the fresh red prints on your skin; even though he didn't smack you a whole bunch, he would even admit that his hits were a bit harsh. Seeing that some of the soft skin was noticeably bruised, He chuckled. His fingers dripped between your legs once more. moving between your folds as they gently entered your sweet core a few times, taking their time curling and moving against your sensitive walls..

"So wet… even after having your ass turned almost black and blue…" A satisfied dark growl escaped his throat. Dark, lustful thoughts ran through his mind as he continued to finger you gently, listening as you softly groaned through the now soaked cloth. "You know what…. I don't think your bratty ass has learned your place just yet… In fact… I think I have a whole night's worth of punishments for you…."

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2025 Kinktober

Loves to make you beg + Will correct you if you don't beg correctly

"Beg correctly, love, Like you really mean it."

"Don't forget to use those pretty words of yours"

"Louder…"

"Oh that's not good enough love… try again and maybe I'll let you finish"

"I don't think you really want this, it sure doesn't sound like it."

Lives for the sweet sounds that come from your mouth, whether it's moans, whimpers, or crying. Doesn't matter to him as long as he is the reason those sounds are happening.

"Such beautiful sounds… make more of them for me."

"Keep moaning like that and you'll be filled more than once tonight."

"Aw, crying already, love? We haven't even gotten to the good part…"

You're his; he doesn't care if others see. In fact… let them watch as he ruins you, if you put on a good show, you may just be rewarded ~

"Let them watch, they clearly need to be entertained."

"That's right, take every single inch of me, let them see how nicely I fill you."

"Louder, the crowd can't hear you, dear."

"Just like that, love, cum as they watch, let them see how much pleasure I give you."

Wear the marks he puts on your skin with pride, try to cover them, and he'll remove your ability to hide them.

"Don't you dare hide my marks, my dear."

"Hiding my claim to your love? no? Then you won't feel ashamed to take that shirt off now, won't you?"

Brat tamer, go ahead, upset him - he'll enjoy breaking you.

"Keep talking like that and I'll make it so you can't walk for a week."

"Try saying that again with my cock down your throat."

"Talk back and you'll be worrying about more than a handprint on your ass."

Will want you on his lap all day, like it's a trophy to show off. Also into cockwarming.

"Ah ah ah… don't you dare move, love, I plan on having you here all day."

"Come here, love. I want to be inside you as I work."

"Someone's impatient… already grinding those pretty hips against me… It's only been a few hours and you're already wanting more."

Multiple rounds, you're done when he says he's done, overstimulation included, he doesn't care if you get sensitive… if anything, it's more entertaining to him.

"Already tired? That's too bad, love, the nights are just starting."

"Sensitive are we? good."

"Tell me how many times you've finished tonight? ---- Oh, really, that many already? Well… since you can still remember… it hasn't been enough."

"You're legs are shaking, dear, too much already? No… I don't think so."

General other Ideas/headcanons:

You're here to please him, so be a good boy/girl and please him, or deal with the consequences of displeasing him

When he tries to kiss you, don't you dare pull away or he'll force his tongue down your throat instead.

When he asks to do something, No isn't an option. It's a quick way to punishment

Obedience is expected of you, even if unwilling.

General AU changes:

Darker storytelling, Controlling, cruelty, and violence.

"You're either with us or against us" mentality

Instead of Caine opening portals to the adventures, it's an open-world concept where all the worlds connect in some way or another.

Certain things, such as swearing, are now allowed.

More of a large city landscape - Some areas make no sense, but this is normal.

Caine

A lot more serious and dark, not as many silly moments

NPCs and most players are actively fearful of him.

He now wears a black or dark grey suit with a tie instead of a bowtie.

SHARP fangs with a single gold fang.

Seen as the mafia boss

God complex - Must have obedience and control

"Adventures" consists of guarding/claiming mafia territory. Collecting protecting fees, delivering "goods/supplies", and on occasion enjoying nights out on the town with occasional dark and cruel twists.

Bubble

Is the comic relief to Caine's new, very serious nature

He is often popped/killed by Caine because of this, but he always comes back. Caine seems to allow this, though he won't admit this to anyone.

Jax

Run and Gun

Rough and reckless.

Knows that Caine will bring him back even if he gets himself killed.

Enjoys the "adventures" a lot more.

It is considered cruel to the NPCs of the world. Many of them recognize Jax due to this.

Will flinch if Caine gets too close, otherwise acts like he's no big deal.

Ragatha

The medic

Will shoot if she has to, but in dangerous situations, she is the first to try to retreat and re-plan.

Often seen being the one with someone back over her shoulder as she carries them back to the circus.

Thinks she can help everyone, even though she knows Caine will bring them back, and every death she blames herself for.

Has a journal that has the number of times each person has died in her room.

Gangle

Prefers not to go on the adventures, but doesn't argue if pulled along

Feels uncomfortable when they have to go to collect "Protection fees"

Jax still picks on them, often causing their Comedy mask to be broken in the process

Zooble

Due to her nature of not wanting to go out on "Adventures", Caine has made her helpful in other ways

It is often assigned to keeping track of Shipments and making sure the rest of the team is sent to the correct areas at the right time.

Is fearful of Caine.

If she must go out on an adventure, she prefers a sniper, staying as far away as possible.

Will often hang with Gangle

Kinger

The information hoarder.

Once thought to go insane from watching his wife abstract.

Kinger knows just how cruel Caine could be. Yet shows little to no fear towards Caine.

Sometimes speaks nonsense, other times is the smartest one in the room

Has PTSD

Darkness still calms him, bringing moments of clarity to his mind.

On rare occasions, Kinger has shown that he also has some of the magical abilities that Caine has.

Pomni

The newbie, thrown into the fire.

Came in fearful of everything. When she wouldn't calm down, Caine threw her off a building, stating, "You're either with us or against us." - Only before she hit the ground, when she was begging not to die, did he catch her.

Typically tries to stay by Ragatha's side.

Has started to calm down and open up more to the others as time goes on.

Has found that she has pretty good aim with a pistol

Those who Abstract

Caine sees those who abstact as betrayers. People whose resolve has broken and are no longer useful to him or his domain. They are dealt with "accordingly"