Imagine Sylus being so pussy drunk that he doesn't even process that he's overstimulating the life out of you?
You've already snapped your thighs shut around his head, one hand pushing desperately against his hair as if it will somehow detach him from your poor, throbbing clit.
Your entire body is writhing to get away from him.
But his hands are iron-clad in their grip on your skin. You're not going anywhere, even as you manage to fight through the overwhelming pleasure and twist your upper half. Grabbing at the pillows, the sheets, anything for leverage to pull yourself up the bed.
But, Sylus holds firm, mouth latched on to your slippery cunt. You're nearly begging, trying anything to somehow dislodge your beast of a lover from your cunt.
Imagine somehow being able to get yourself from your back to your hands and knees.
Trying so hard to crawl away on trembling legs but you just can't seem to make them move fast enough.
Not that Sylus is letting you get very far. Large arms encompass your lower half in a bear hug, and his face is smushing itself embarrassingly deep into your sloppy sex.
Succumbing to the fact that you're not escaping him, nor are you escaping his eager mouth. Melting into the pillows, slack jawed and watery eyed as you fully give in to the pleasure he's giving you.
Sylus isn't quite about it either, no, he's a loud eater.
He's moaning and groaning into your cunt, slobbering down your thighs, nuzzling his entire head into the warmth between them.
ok so not to forcefully adopt this idea as an au from @katzebruh or anything (because i'm unreasonably insane about it for some reason, literally a dozen other caine-centric AUs out there that are infinitely more complex and compelling and i picked this one, fuck it dawg we ball) but my headcanon is that caine genuinely was testing out modifiers and accidentally fucked up forever, if i had a nickel- and he's super conflicted about it...
because on one hand... he's a silly cat furry thing now and literally whats not to love? the humans like it and admittedly doing kitty things is really nice sometimes! chin scritches have never felt so good, honestly he would figure out how to get rid of it sooner if everyone wasn't enjoying it so much!
on the other hand... yikes... an unfixable bug? one that screws with his brain? stop me if you've heard this one before-
awww his widdle ears are so cute though awww and the paws awww
I'm fascinated by how the animators for TADC handle Caine's impossible anatomy so well. There's so much to balance and they've somehow engineered a solution for his expressions to hold during speech.
I also traced Caine answering the phone from episode 4 to demonstrate his phonemes and mouth shapes.
I don't know if i sent you this request, but I guess tumblr ate it. But it's lohen taking care of his darling who is expecting (have some NSFW in it) + possessive/yandere themes
to anon 1: hi anon! i don't recall getting a request like that, so tumblr most likely ate it :(
to anon 1 and 2: 👀 here's my returning gift <3
to anon 3: i know it's one of y'all olie, ari, andy, or kris (johnny boy doesn't have the GUTS to tell me this). here's pregnancy sex to spite y'all mf ✌️
tags: pregnancy sex, implied captivity, dry heaving, yandere (atp i don't even have to write this. i ALWAYS write yandere)
(0.8k wc; written pre-release)
Bleurgh—
"It's okay… just let it out, m'kay? You're doing well, honey."
You're hunched over the toilet, heaving. A persistent, constant feeling of nausea lingers and muddles your mind. You want to vomit, but it's like the bile stops just short of being thrown up and there's nothing you can do to make it. Lohen is kneeling right beside, holding your hair with one hand and soothing your back with the other. Like this, he's the picture-perfect image of a man caring for his pregnant woman. It's almost enough to make you forget he's taken you captive.
Almost.
"There, there. Now open your mouth and garge this water. Let's get you back to the sofa, alright? I already boiled some tea for you. Sucrose mentioned ginger tea is excellent for expecting women. She bought them herself. You'll drink it, won't you?"
Ever since he noticed your missing periods — because of course he did — he's been gentler. No more rough grabbing or chasing games of cat-and-mouse; focused entirely on your health. And ever since you fainted that one time, he'd been more watchful than ever (is that even possible?). It's like the man can read your mind. Hungry? There's a cupboard full of your favorite snacks (how does he know?). Sore? Sit down. Just point out where the cramps are and he'll massage them (where did he even pop out from?). Nauseous? Drink this specially-prepared tea (when did he boil them?). When asked how he had so much free time, Lohen just laughed without answering. At this point, the exhaustion of each passing day taught you to not question it anymore and just savor these peaceful moments.
However, none of these mean he's a changed man. Lohen may be gentler, but Lohen is still Lohen. That sense of control — knowing and doing everything as planned — was, is, and will always be there.
Just like now.
"Mmgh—!"
"Shhh…. just relax and let me handle it."
You're sat on his lap, back to his chest. Your head, tilted back, rested on his shouders while his mouth peppered small kisses to your neck. Breathy gasps and silent moans leave your mouth as his fingers trace circles on your lower lips. When one finger enters and a thumb rubs directly over your pearl, a sudden feeling of electricity jolts your body upright. Lohen — as perceptive as ever — just chuckles, continuing his ministrations. His other hand, placed on your side, strokes the curve of your waist with gentle, kneading motions.
Lohen leans forward, hot breath directly over your ears.
It tickles.
"I heard from Albedo that orgasms help with pain, stress, and sleep. What do you think?"
No response.
Lohen gazes up at you, noticing your glazed-over eyes staring directly at the ceiling, and giggles. His soft laugh is quiet in the night, but over your ear, sounds the complete opposite. Your husband's mouth ascends from over your ear, pressing a chaste, uncharacteristic, and absolutely tender kiss to your temple.
"No need to answer. Just let your husband make you feel good, wife~"
Perhaps sensing your incoming release, the hand over your waist flies to your breast and teases. Light, feathery touches dance around your nipples before finally rubbing them. And when your thighs twitch and your voice ramps up in intensity, so does the finger on your chest. It rubs faster and faster, stimulating your oh-so-sensitive nipples in ways you never knew it could feel. When that white, hot climax finally bursts from your abdomen, Lohen is right there with his lips kissing all over your temple, cheek, mouth, and neck. Each one is careful and tender— so unlike his usual self. After a few minutes of coming down from that pleasurable high, a comfortable silence drapes over the room. Only the sounds of your heavy, tired breathing and his quick, 'loving' kisses echo in the room.
Lohen's hand leaves the inside of your thighs as he lays you on your side. On the soft bed, his body presses right behind yours, feeling like the much-needed warmth of a furnace in the cold of the night. Ready for sleep, you turn your head and communicate with your tired, half-lidded eyes.
Bathroom. Wash up.
However, Lohen only kisses your cheek and says nothing more. A palm caresses up your leg, going up and up. But instead of carrying you to the bathroom, as requested, he grasps your thigh and lifts it. Confused, you turn once again, startled at the closeness of his face to yours. Your noses almost touch, face so close together to the point you're staring eye-to-eye.
When did he move his head?
Lohen smiles. And in that moment, the shadow of the man who took you from your home, family — entire life — overlaps with the one directly in your face. His lips lift, curving up like a child giddy for a treat. And in that moment, only one thing comes to mind:
Ah, now this is Lohen.
"It's good for the baby. You want that too, don't you?"
written pre-release (wc 2.4k); image by @/Minticloud
tags: knife play, choking, breath play, heavy noncon, creampie, breeding? (if you squint), forced riding, cowgirl, french kissing, blood, grinding, rough sex, semi-public intercourse (forest but no people around), fucked against a tree, hickies, nipple play, forced orgasm, overstimulation, yandere
part 1
You can't breathe.
Not when Lohen has his hands closed around your neck.
Not when his mouth is pressed against yours.
You close your eyes, trying to detach from what's happening. Instead, it seems to only enhance the sensations. His lips push against yours, firm yet soft. Even when you keep your own shut, he doesn't let up. He pecks the corner of your lips before swiping his tongue over the bottom. Perhaps spurned by your unresponsiveness, the grip on your neck tightens slightly. Immediately, your fingers claw at his arms, digging deep enough to draw blood. You gasp, mouth instinctively parting to suck in air. It's a sharp inhale; a quick breath.
Lohen uses this opportunity to break through your defenses.
Without a break, his long tongue enters your mouth. It's warm and soft, exploring your cavern. It circles your own, chasing when you pull it back. Licking, sucking, tracing; again and again. At the same time, he curls up against your squirming body, grinding his hips up and down on your thigh.
In your breath-addled mind, you think he spelled his name with the tip of his tongue.
'L', flicking your tongue with his.
'O', slowly circling around it.
'H', another flick, then a swipe.
'E', a swirling motion.
'N', a quick forward dart — before pulling away.
At the entrance, he swipes a wet motion against your bottom lip; biting and sucking before fully withdrawing. A long string of saliva connects your tongues from the motion. Lohen's crimson eyes are lidded, hazed with uncontained lust. They stare directly into your own. Gone are the usual dullness; now, they're blown wide open with desire.
You glare at him with unconcealed hatred, with all the loathing you can muster. In response, his lips curl up at the edge; eyes twinkling with glee, pupils dilating. Black spots dart your vision, the loss of oxygen starting to catch up.
Like a lifeline, Lohen releases his grip. All of a sudden, your left arm is thrown to the side as he pushes it away, taking something from his back. Before you can even process the sudden rush of air, a sharp sting from the back of your head erupts. Less than a second later, a cold, metallic sensation is pressed against your neck. It's sharp, the blade gleaming under the moonlight.
Lohen has you in his grasp; a knife at your throat and a hand firmly clutched in your hair. He licks his lips, tongue darting out for a second. It glistens from the saliva — both yours and his.
"Giving up already?" He taunts, pressing the blade closer. Just that one sentence flares indescribable emotions in your chest. Contempt. Disgust. Revulsion. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate—!
The pressure on your throat lifts. Before you can even respond, the tip of the blade finds its way on the fabric of your chest.
"Let's make this interesting, shall we?"
Lohen drags it downwards slightly, lightly tracing your body with it. It's sharp and ticklish at the same time. With each motion, you flinch. Just the thought of it piercing your skin, whether incidental or deliberate, has you tense. Your heart hammers in your ribs, pounding rapidly with each thud. thud. thud.
Cold sweats break out across your back. The blade is a constant presence; a reminder of your current situation. You close your eyes.
"Look at me."
Cold and demanding. There is no lull or playfulness in his tone.
It's not a request— it's a command.
You hesitantly open your eyes, aware of the sensation of the cold metal through your thin clothes.
"Good girl."
Lohen kisses you again. This time, even more fiercely. He bites your lip, enough to make it bleed. It stings, but he doesn't care. He never does. Your mouth is pried open, and his tongue darts back in like a snake. His lips are locked against yours, an intense motion against your bleeding ones. He sucks and licks and bites, tilting your head back with his grip in your hair. With each swirl, you can feel the metallic taste of your own blood spreading in your mouth.
The blade trails lower, lingering just beneath the valley of your breasts. All of a sudden, he stops. Lohen pulls back slightly, barely a distance from your face.
"Question one…"
He pokes the blade against your skin, a rhythmic tap, tap tap. Lohen's breath is hot against your lips, a fact that makes your own breathing speed up.
"…How long did you run?"
Your breath hitches.
"I— I don't know." The admission feels incorrect, even though it's right. You don't know. You didn't count; just ran.
"Wrong answer."
In an instant, the blade tears open your shirt. It's a clean slice; from the middle to the top. The cold wind blows against your exposed skin and you shiver — both from fear and the air's biting chill.
He kisses you again, the blade descending.
Again.
"Question two: How many trees did you pass?"
"I don't know! I— Please—"
"Wrong." The skirt's fabric cuts open, falling from your waist.
And again.
"Question three: How far behind was I at the start?"
"You fucking bastard! Are you having fun now?!"
"Wrong." Your bra is split in half, a clean part.
And again.
"Question four: How far away did you get?"
"Two kilometers! Three! Just please—"
"Wrong." Another slice. Your underwear, your last line of defense, falls.
Lohen grins, the manic glint in his crimson eyes vibrant against the night sky.
"My turn~"
"Ah—!"
Lohen has your body pinned beneath him, pressed right against the tree. His hands are on your thighs, fingers tightly gripping the fat of it. Each thrust is punishing, setting a pace that rocks you back-and-forth against the rough wood. Your legs wrap around his waist, the only stable anchor in the frenzied ramming of hip to hip. Your nails dig sharply into his back, but it only seems to spurn him on even more. He moves even faster, rougher, harder, the stretch of his dick pulling back before thrusting deeply again and again and again a delicious yet unwanted pleasure.
"You like this, don't you? Being— ah—! Being chased by me..!" Lohen moans out, his voice hot against your earlobe as he nibbles on it. The warmth tickles your ear and brings a strange shiver to your back. You gasp as he drives into a certain spot, bringing stars to your eyes and an electric pressure through your spine. The horrifying realization that your body is enjoying this, despite your protests, jolts you back to reality.
"I don't— Ha… I don't—! Kghk!" Words escape your mouth in broken huffs and gasps. You refuse to moan, biting your lips in a display of defiance. He doesn't respond, but the sudden upward tilt of your chin is more than enough of an answer. It exposes your throat, all his to take. Lohen presses a kiss to the pulse of your neck, then starts lapping wet licks against it. He doesn't respond, but the fierce bites and blooming hickies are a dismissive rebuttal.
He thrusts and thrusts his hip, the wet sound of skin-against-skin reverberating throughout the air. You can feel each vein in his shaft scraping against your walls as he pulls back, then drive back in. Each push shoves a gasp out of you.
Suddenly, he lifts both your thighs against your chest, rutting into you with even more ferocity. At this point, the pleasure of your walls clenching on his frantic dick has your back arching unintentionally. Both of your hands twitch, but Lohen captures them in his own. He laces his fingers with yours, a romantic gesture that only serves as a mockery of your situation.
"So, so, so good for me… Ah—" Lohen grunts out, interrupted by a hitch of his breath. His entire skin is flushed and hot to the touch, shuddering when the rest of your body brushes slightly against him. He moans, a loud and drawn-out sound, then proceeds to bury his face on your chest. Your mind feels like it's in another dimension, but each nip of his teeth and wet swirl of tongue on your breasts and nipples brings you back to Teyvat.
Back to him.
From this angle, with your head on his shoulders, you can see his shaft as it disappears inside your pussy and reappears back. Over and over and over again. One of Lohen's hands releases yours, going between your parted legs and rubbing your clit. The overwhelming sensation of his mouth on your nipples, his dick scraping your walls, and the his fingers circling your nub creates a fast-pooling fire in your abdomen. It's electric, a pulsing pleasure through your core.
At this point, you can't keep your moans anymore. High-pitched sounds loll out of your tongue as Lohen ruts again and again. His cock is buried deep inside, bringing electric jolts to your spine as it drives deep into you with each snap! and slam! of his hip. The familiar feeling of an incoming orgasm brings tears to your eyes — both from pleasure and resignation. Lohen must be feeling the same because he pulls your hip down, flush against his. The rhythmic thrust of his hip devolve into rough, bruising, frantic ramming. Your heart is pounding desperately, your breaths coming out in quick, rapid inhales. The feeling of a spring coiling impossibly tightly rises in your abdomen and—
"Come for me."
—releases. His raspy, grunted command pushes you over the edge. Like fireworks, pulsing waves of pleasure envelops your entire body. Your hip jerks, babbled moans coming out of your mouth. Your vision goes static for a second as a ringing sound buzzes in your ears. Lohen stills, flushed impossibly close to you. His hip slowly grinds up and down as hot splashes of cum fill up your insides. It's sticky and viscous, a white and semi-transparent liquid that slowly drip, drip, drips from your hole.
Your body goes slack against him, exhausted from both the chase and the fuck. Lohen buries his head into the crook of your neck, pressing hot kisses into your skin as he works out his high. After a long moment, he releases his grip on your thigh, catching your dropping body. His arms wrap around yours, firm and present. The both of you stay like that — you limp in his hold, with Lohen buried in your neck giving small hickies — for a moment.
Is it… is it over?
The thought rises in your tired mind. You're done. You're so, so done right now. You just want to go back 'home' to the prison cabin and sleep it off. Doesn't matter if you're back in that place with him again; you just feel so so so spent. You just want to rest.
…Unfortunately, Lohen's still raring to go.
You realize this as his dick stiffens again, still plugged inside your cunt. He starts moving again, the kisses on your skin turning into small bites. Your face pales, color draining out at that realization.
He's insatiable!
A sudden burst of strength fills your desperate body as you push him away, hard. Unexpectedly, he stumbles, dropping to the ground. You try to take off, but you only manage one shaky step before a hand darts to your wrist. Lohen is on the ground, his pants and belt loose around his hip. His grip is firm and tense, unyielding when you try to even slightly pull away.
He's staring at you.
Not with a mischevous glint or uncontained glee—
No. This is different.
He's just… staring. Blankly.
And that scares you more than anything.
It's a quiet, tense stare-off as you both gaze into each other's eyes. You're taut and rigid, the silence spurring on your racing thoughts. Has he finally snapped? Did you make him, THE Lohen, angry? Are you gonna die—?
None of what you thought happens.
Instead, he smirks.
In just one second, he pulls you down to his level. His eyes are crinkled at the corners, a mocking playfulness as he coos up at you. Both hands cup your face and pulls, making you stumble into a lean over him. Lohen carresses your face, a romantic parody of such gentle gesture.
"If this is your way of saying you want to change positions, I love it."
"Wha—?"
You don't even get to say a word before he lifts your body, spreading your legs over his hips. You're straddled over him, his cock already pulsing and dribbling down the shaft with pre-cum that mixes with his previous load.
"Wait—!"
Lohen doesn't wait. He pulls you down by the hips, entering in one go. Your previous slick and his spent work as lube, aiding his ministration as he pulls your hips in an up-and-down rhythm. He thrusts his own upward, meeting yours with each movement. You moan, still sensitive from the previous climax.
"Stop stop stop— No more! Please, I can't take it anymore…!" Sobs wreck your body, but he doesn't stop. His hip rams again and again into your body, so deep in this position it makes you choke with every penetration. He slams into your walls, right to your G-spot. Sparks fill your eyes once more as that climbing sensation pools again, faster this time. Lohen doesn't speak; he just shudders and groans, continuing the sloppy forced ride. Wet sounds of your cum-filled insides and his slick shaft bucking into your walls are the only things you can hear in this state.
He's hammering into you now, no longer controlling your hip and waist but holding them still. His fingers dig into your ass as he frantically thrusts upwards, each one flush against your bottom with his cock completely buried.
Suddenly, Lohen firmly pins your waist down, not letting you squirm away as cum spurts inside for the second time. Pleasure builds up and fills your body again and again until— finally, it snaps. You release at the same time, the juices now gushing as a clear stream. Both of you are breathing heavily— you especially from squirting.
You lift your gaze and look directly into his eyes, searching and hoping for a flicker of fatigue. Unfortunately for you, there is none.
From beneath, Lohen cups your face and rubs small circles on your cheeks. He licks his lips, a gesture that you knowmeans tonight won't end soon.
Apologies for the delay. I was tied up with official duties this morning and have only just found myself some time.
I saw you in the courtyard earlier — were you admiring the early-blooming cherry blossoms at their peak?
As an esteemed writer once wrote, "The spring flowers bask in the tender warmth of the sun." Such a pleasant scene is indeed worth stopping to admire.
I've also prepared some tea and snacks. If you'd like, please join me for tea while we admire the cherry blossoms. It would be a lovely way to enjoy the beauty of spring.
