#genitalcircus

Ok so the ideas are as follows

A: Caine praising and worshipping you while being a whiny top about how you were always good to him and nothing like those other humans he absolutely loathes

B: Degredation, overstimulation and edging hate sex

C: Zooble’s incessant asking for the ability to have sex gets Caine curious to finally look into it himself. Long story short, he steals one of YN’s pillows and humps it like the pathetic pair of virgin dentures he is I love him sm

I have currently written for both A and C, but only A has straight NSFW so far bc I kinda just dove right into it bc I was in the mood when I started it while I actually properly went about C- so- enjoy NSFW centered around A’s idea below

"So good for me..." Caine murmurs against you, "So good... So good... Such a good human... You've always loved me, haven't you? Always thought I did a good job, always took my feelings into consideration, made me feel wanted, like I was doing everything right." You whined into his chest, which he held you tightly against, as if trying to meld your bodies together. His thrusts were as chaotic as he was, and somehow both soft and rough at the same time.

"So good, so sweet," in typical Caine fashion, he kept talking, unable to keep his thoughts to himself, "Not like those other, ungrateful, spǒ̴͙i̴̛͔l̴̘̈t̵͍̿, r̶͊̄̓̚o̵͋̇̈͠t̵̟̿̀̂t̵͓̄̏̆e̴͖̲̞͊n̶͛̈-" you whimpered as his grip tightened at the thought of the creatures he so loathed. The pathetic sound quickly pulled his attention back to you. "Not you, my dear!" He quickly insisted, his pace easing and his grip becoming gentle. He cradled your cheeks, nuzzling the top jaw of his face against you. "I could never mean you, my darling little daffodil. Never, never, never!" His hips had come to a stop at this point, but he filled the gap with incessant grinding.

His cocks, which were more like slithery, slimy, tentacle wires than anything, moved against you with minds of their own. Even as his hips continued to grind against you, the appendages squeezed at your thighs and stimulated your sex, while the one inside you wriggled and pumped itself. You mewled, arching your back.

Separate later scene

Caine watched you as you gasped in pleasure. You were both drawing close and he knew it. Then, despite all his praise and acknowledgement of your priors signs, your next move took him completely by surprise.

Your arms, which had previously been splayed out haphazardly on the bed, reached up. Through your bliss, through the bright red heat upon your face, you reached for him, a silent beg for his presence. He almost froze, eyes glitching slightly. Even like this, you proved he was more than an AI to you. He was your companion, and someone who held your love and care.

Caine sniffled. “Oh, my darling… my beautiful buttercup, my saccharine sunflower, I love you so much.” He pulled you into his chest once more, holding you like he wished to never let go. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!”

And you worry...maybe you crossed a line? Maybe you went too far? You weren't like him... you didn't dismiss hurting or causing people pain with 'none of this is real and no one can die so who cares.

You felt too much empathy, even for him.

So you go off to find him, to apologize.

You go to his room, give the door a few knocks and call out his name.

"Jax?..."

Nothing. No response. You go to knock again, but your hand pauses and hovers over the door when you hear a sound you couldn't quite discern.

But he was definitely there.

So, you slowly turn the door knob, somewhat surprised it wasn't locked. He must have rushed in here...

You peak into his room, dim and muted colors covered by a dark sheen as there was no light source. But you could see just enough.

And what you saw had you completely frozen in place.

Jax hadn't even realized the door was cracked open and that he was being watched. His back was towards you, his knees dipping into the mattress. His overalls, undone from his shoulders and hanging loosely around his waist as he thrusted his hips forward into his soft gloved hand.

You didn't have to see it to know he was fisting his cock like a bitch in heat. His other hand desperately gripping the headboard as if that would do anything to ground him.

But that's not even the part that made your mind go blank. It was when he called your name.

"Oh...f*=*ck~!..please...y/n.l'm sorry...l'm s-sorry….*

For a millisecond you thought he noticed you, but it became very clear he hadn't called for you because he knew you were there. He was calling out for you to get off. Apologizing and whining to get off.

After a moment, you carefully and silently shut the door, then walked off.

You had started off originally pissed and frustrated at the way he treated everyone...then guilty for being so mean in response...and now... now you felt...curious.

And curiosity could be such a dangerous thing...

Because for you, it often lead to doing something reckless.

You should just pretend you never saw that, pretend it never happened. He was going to likely come back acting perfectly normal, maybe mess with one of the others twice as hard just to spite you.

A smile began to form on your face.

Little did he know, the level of power and leverage he just gave you.

You weren't going to blackmail him, no.

You weren't going to say a single word about this.

You were going to fuck with him. Much harder.

Until it builds up more and more, to where he can barely hide his little fetish anymore.

Whatever guilt you previously felt was long gone, whatever concern and empathy, dispelled completely.

It was now replaced with curiosity, hunger even.

Could you make the purple bunny utterly crumble through your fingers? Could you push him so far to the edge he finally drops all those acts and masks and begs for you with his most vulnerable and naked version of himself?