Listen guys, I've seen quite a number of twst x epic the musical texting story videos, and all of them were great ; I've seen the ones where the part of odysseus is given to Yuu, or to Rook, or even to LILLIA ( I loved that one the most I think ),
BUT ! ☝️
I think Sebek should be Ody for once !
Here me out : Lillia as Polites ( I know Kalim is like, made for the role, but this would hit harder here ), Silver as Eurylochus ( the BETRAYAL ), AND Malleus as Athena ! And with Crowley as Zeus, y'all see where I'm getting at (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵) ?
Also, people usually make Idia Tiresias, BUT I THINK It would make more sense for the prophet to be Yuu
OH, AND WHY IS AZUL ALWAYS POSEIDON ?!?! Floyd fits better with the whole lesson of ruthlessness is mercy and all. And Jade would make a great Scylla, his vibes are on point. What does that leave for Azul ? BOOM, pretty siren Azul !
FINALLY ( that's all I got, at least for now ) Who is better suited for Penelope than the GORGEOUS, EVERYEARNING and EVERWAITING KING OF HALLOWEEN HIMSELF, SKULLY J. GRAVES !!!!!!
twst first-years, except they’re third-years now and they have to deal with their own meddlesome (yet loveable) freshmen.
no orientation at night raven college has ever gone smoothly. and this year, housewarden ace and vice housewarden deuce watch as one of the incoming first-years use his signature spell — which takes the form of a whip of all things — to paralyze a couple of students who were talking too loudly for his tastes. after he gets sorted into heartslabyul, he becomes obsessed with efficiency, whipping anybody who doesn’t get things done fast enough, which in turns scares the other students into working ever faster. while heartslabyul has never looked better or been so productive, it does scare ace and deuce. just a little.
(when deuce gets insulted by another third-year, who calls him “too stupid to be vice housewarden”, the third-year immediately gets struck down by a familiar whip.)
at first, jack thanks his lucky stars that one of his new freshmen is almost deathly quiet and polite — except neither of those things necessarily equal good behavior, because one day he finds a huge fight ring happening in the lounge. luckily, jack steps in before the freshman can throw a bloody fist square at his opponent’s face, who’s already cowering in fear with his tail tucked between his legs. and unluckily, no matter what jack tries, this doesn’t turn out to be an isolated incident.
(when the first-year overhears of a plot from another heartslabyul freshman to cause jack’s broom to spin out of control at the interdorm spelldrive contest as a funny “prank”, they both wind up in the infirmary for several broken bones and severe burns to their skin.)
epel’s freshman is an entitled bitch — literally and figuratively. rarely do beastmen ever get sorted into pomefiore, but if it had to be anything, he supposes it only makes sense that it’s a poodle. one whose morning makeup routine takes hours, struts around like he owns the place, howls loudly at anybody who touches anything he thinks is “his”, and barks wildly when he needs something, like he expects someone to tend to his every whim.
(right after epel’s told that one too many bad business deals has led to his family farm being in danger of going bankrupt, he sits in the lounge with a blank look in his eyes. when the first-year finds him, no words are exchanged — the first-year simply curls up on his lap like a housepet and wraps his arms around him.)
ortho quite likes his first-year, actually! he’s nice and sweet and loves to talk to him about the various kinds of inventions he’s making. and he actually likes to go outside every now and then, which is always a bonus when it comes to ignihyde students. his only real issue with him is that he stays up incredibly late into the night, watching the same video on loop about the jupiter corporation’s infamous teleportation experiment, which ended with their test pilot getting stuck inside and likely dying, with an angered look on his face.
(one day, he quietly asks ortho how he would feel about him if he knew that he did something awful. the first-year says that he wouldn’t like it if he did something that ortho would hate him for. ortho pats him on the head with a smile and says that he could never hate him — which, oddly enough, only seems to make him feel worse.)
while a good majority of sebek’s freshmen look upon him with equal parts awe and fear, there is one that is entirely undisciplined! he uses his signature spell to fly around mindlessly and play childish pranks, like taking sebek’s housewarden hat hostage. he laughs impishly as sebek tries to take his hat back, and he laughs even harder when sebek tries to lecture him on the honor and responsibility of being in diasomnia. he never takes his classes seriously, and with the way he acts, you would think he considers being at night raven college more of a burden than a blessing.
(when his first-year gets beaten by some second-years, sebek staunchly defends him against professor crewel when he tries to give the first-year detention. when they get back to the dorm, his first-year tearfully calls sebek the only upperclassman he trusts.)
yuu sees a first-year burst out of their coffin, looking confused and discombobulated. she looks entirely befuddled when headmage crowley guides them towards the dark mirror. she looks scared when the mirror starts talking and declares she has no magic within her, and therefore, belongs to no dorm at all. yuu watches her face crumble with despair as the mirror says it can’t bring her home. it is then that yuu can’t help but step out of the crowd, grab her by the hand, and gently draw her into a hug.
(yuu sees her later, smiling with a mismatch of freshmen from other dorms — a stark contrast from the crying, weeping mess she was only a few weeks ago — and can't help but feel like a part of them has healed.)
their freshmen are often rude, egotistical, irresponsible, wholly troublesome, or some unholy combination of all four. but by the end of the first month, they all knew they would die for them.
(by the end of the first month, deuce will overblot, and the cycle will begin anew.)
Jabberwock Hybrid Series: Jabberwock Hybrids x Reader; Tokyo Debunker
well. its finally done.
a/n: OKAY so if u have been keeping up with aya at all u would know that ive been periodically sending her nsfw blurbs regarding "Episode 12: The Cry of a Cat" and the Jabberwock ghouls as hybrids rather than just. dressed up yk? it started from this post and snowballed in2 me submitting asks detailing how each of the Jabberwock boys would respond 2 being in a "rut" (i use that term loosely) with a viable mate (you, the reader!) around. anyways. enjoy ur feverish, horny, desperate hybrid ghouls all in one post!
summary: haru is a bunny hybrid. towa is a deer hybrid. ren is a dog hybrid. how do these three act when they enter a "rut" with mc around?
cw: mc is a catgirl ik she's canonically a hamster but catgirl just fits the narrative please. anyways. humping, licking, marking, generally animalistic behavior reflected in humans (?), some stalking for towa, intense yearning in all three, and piv penetration in all three. never proofread, as usual. enjoy!
Part One: Haru Sagara
rabbit mating context note: okok now! admittedly, i use ruts pretty loosely. rabbits don't really have ruts, they're constantly ready to go. however, rabbits do most often mate during the warmer months, including spring and summer. peak breeding usually happens in april or may. whether or not rabbits breed is entirely dependent on the female. if she decides no, then it’s no! the male just has to try his luck elsewhere. males tend to bite the necks of females when mating, too. why do they do this? no idea. it’s so funny.
now, as far as behavior goes, male rabbits typically tend to sniff, lick, nuzzle, and circle their partner of interest. how, pray tell, would this reflect on haru?
well, let's start off by saying he knows it's weird. he knows it's strange. he can't really help it. he just gets... urges. first, it starts with him almost "patrolling" you. he'll find you playing with peekaboo or helping to feed the animals while ren's slacking off. it'll start subtle. he comes up close to you and starts a conversation, playing off his movements as him being more hyper than usual. which, technically isn't wrong. but eventually, you notice a pattern. he's walking around you in circles. not totally unusual, but still odd. when you bring it up to him, he sort of startles, not even realizing he'd been doing that. he shakes his head and apologizes, but still ends up doing it if he finds you again. he doesn't realize that he's succumbing to the urges just yet.
other times, the second he sees you, and catches a whiff of your pheromones even from afar, he finds himself following your scent straight to you. it's like a switch goes off, and the timer starts. he falls into a trance, his eyes glazing over simply from how sweet you smell. something about it just makes him salivate. you can tell he's not really himself when he approaches, blinded by something as he immediately leans into you, inhaling deeply and burying his nose into the crook of your neck. his nose twitches and he groans, pleased at the full force of such sweet hormones. his nose twitches like a rabbit's does, and he moves up your neck, his lips and nose occasionally touching your neck. you don't stop him, if anything finding this quite amusing. he also unintentionally circles you while he does this, too, shifting from one side of your neck to the other, from your backside to your front, just sniffing at your neck. to snap him out of it, you gently remind him that you have chores to do. it's only when you say his name that he snaps back to reality, the timer comes to a screeching halt, and he realizes what he's doing. he apologizes profusely, thoroughly mortified at his own behavior, but even as he's walking away, he can't shake the lingering arousal and heat creeping up his spine and pooling in his lower abdomen.
then the dreams start. they're sex dreams, to which he is no stranger, but the odd ones about these were that they were about you. his cock presses eagerly against his boxers as he recalls the dream: simply breeding you until neither of you could stand any longer. his bunny ears twitch, and he can hear you sleeping some distance away, after you'd decided to stay and help with the mission. the quiet sounds of your breathing have the opposite effect of calming him down. he begins to wonder what position you're sleeping in, if you're curled up in a ball or loafed like a cat, your hips raised in the air like they were in his dream. for the rest of his nights, all he can think about - after he inevitably wakes up from yet another sex dream, of course - is how pretty your moans must be compared to the soft sounds of your breathing, how cute you would be if you mated with him like in his dream, how pretty your pussy would be, fluttering around his cock and leaking out his cum. he's unable to get much sleep, becoming restless.
after the simple sniffing, haru finds himself getting bolder without realizing it. the sweet scent of your pheromones catch him once again, and he makes a hasty beeline for you. now, he even goes as far as to nuzzle you, rubbing his cheek against yours in a show of affection. you don't think much of it, but you don't realize he's quite out of it when he does that, dizzy from the scent of your pheromones and his timer slowly ticking down, down, down. at least,you don't realize it until he starts licking you. they're small, almost kitten-like licks. using just the tip of his tongue, he'll give you short licks on the back of your neck, behind your ears, on your chin, just above your collarbone, and on the back of your hand if he can't get close enough. when he first does it, you jump, not expecting to feel something warm and wet on the back of your neck. you can immediately tell it's haru from the cute sounds of his sniffing and twitching bunny ears flopping over your shoulder. you jumping in surprise isn't enough to stop him. he continues licking you and sniffing at your neck. his eyes appear glazed over once again, and despite his sniffing, you hear him breathing heavily. his hands start to twitch, wanting to hold you, and his body shivers, resisting the urge to thrust his hips forward and grind against you. once again, all it takes to get him to snap back to reality is calling his name. granted, it takes a few tries this time. he's almost too far gone, drowning in lust and the delicious, sweet smell of your pheromones. when he does snap out of it, he's mortified, unable to believe he let himself go this far. once again, the timer comes to a halt and his eyes regain their sharpness. he’s getting closer and closer to his timed explosion.
despite himself, these things keep happening. he keeps following your scent, keeps burying his nose in your neck, keeps licking behind your ear, keeps dreaming of thrusting, and thrusting, and thrusting… he feels warm all the time now, a seemingly permanent blush on his face and neck. he can hardly eat, sleep, or work, too focused on the prospect of an eligible mate and his urgent need to breed. he wonders how animals manage to function like this - walking around with such intense desires coursing through them all the time. he’s never felt such intense desire, never smelled such sweet smells, sever felt like it was only a matter of time before he snapped. it all comes to a head one day when he finds you again, alone, after putting Peekaboo down for his afternoon nap. his ears perk up at the sight of you and his tail twitches upwards, a sign of the immediate arousal he feels in your presence. he bounds over to you to greet you, immediately becoming intoxicated on your potent pheromones yet again. the switch flips and the timer continues. he nuzzles into your neck again, rubbing his cheek along your skin and inhaling your scent. he listens to you as you ramble about putting the animals to bed, only partially listening as his hands slide to your waist, his fingers twitching defiantly as he resists the urge to grab your ass. it is when you refer to yourself as “mama” in reference to Peekaboo that something clicks. (shamelessly using this idea from ghost anon, 100% haru’s trigger word is “mama”) his mouth goes dry. he blinks a few times, the lustful haze growing stronger. your scent so close to his nose not helping him at all. the timer goes off. he explodes.
he wrestles you down into the grass, pressing himself against your backside. he shifts so he’s kneeling over you, his arms wrapped around your midsection, his hips pressed flush against yours. he’s so far gone that he starts humping you immediately, not even bothering to maneuver his clothes out of the way before seeking friction. his lips press into the back of your neck, little whimpers and whines spilling from him. of course, you don’t reject him, and it takes a bit of maneuvering because haru simply refuses to stop humping you, but eventually, he’s sinking his cock into your warm depths, and sinking his teeth into the back of your neck. he doesn’t bother going slow, quickly pumping his cock in and out of your hole, moaning through his teeth. he can’t even think straight, all of his focus on keeping up his fast pace, lost in the feeling of your walls sliding against his hard cock. when he gets close, he pushes your knees apart with his own, pressing himself against you even deeper. his moans sound desperate and whiny, and you can feel him shivering as he nears his climax. he releases your neck and moves his lips to your ears, quietly begging you to please let him cum inside, please let him breed you, please let him make you a mama…
and this is only the first of many, many times that he will breed you for the remainder of that mission.
Part Two: Towa Otonashi
now DEER have ruts. real, genuine ruts. there are stages to a deer rut: pre-rut, seek, chase, tend/lockdown, and post-rut, which can occasionally lead into a second pre-rut, beginning the process again. towa is also aware his urges are strange, but he's far less inclined to stop himself. he knows he likes you anyway, so why hold back?
during pre-rut, deer are mostly marking territory, fighting, and exercising. we can assume towa is probably doing much the same; scraping his antlers against trees, expressing hostility towards any kind of trespassers on any place he's marked, and doing lots of running. he's not quite so needy for you now, but he will be eventually. if anything, you're just thankful you can have a slightly normal conversation with him.
in the seek stage, bucks “seek" does. this means they leave their territory and go out and about, looking for potential mates and marking where they are. towa, of course, follows his instincts. he wanders until he finds you, crouching in the grass and staring at a particularly pretty flower. you were always easy to find. at this stage, towa sort of stalks you. he takes note of the places you frequent and marks them accordingly, probably by rubbing his antlers on a nearby tree or wall. for a long while, you will constantly feel a pair of eyes on you, but it’ll be hard to pinpoint where the feeling is coming from. he never watches you from close distances where he could be spotted, as that would ruin his plans…! but, at all times, he's never too far away… he doesn't mind if he's caught by the other guys, he just doesn't want to scare you off.
finally, the “chase" stage is when things get really interesting. this is typically the stage where a sort of “cat and mouse” game begins, and towa is certainly pulling the strings and controlling the chase. like i said in the other ask, he’ll run at you and pounce, but let you go as he so pleases. towa is far less cautious now, and will openly chase you. quite literally, he will chase you. he evolves from simply watching to the shadows to tracking you down, following your scent, and chasing you when he finds you. he is much faster than you, so you have very little hopes of getting away. once he catches you, he’s not letting you get away until he’s satisfied. and, since he’s stronger than you, you’ll have a hard time wriggling free of his grasp. his arms are wrapped tight around your midsection, hugging you close to him. struggle too much and he’ll pull you down into the grass with him, tangling his legs with yours to keep you still. for however long he wants you, you’re trapped. during this time, he’ll perform various acts of courting or intimacy. he’ll nuzzle his face into your neck or against yours a lot, he’ll tap your noses together, he’ll let his hands roam across your body and slip under your shirt if he’s daring enough, and if he’s horny enough, he’ll hump you. and if he humps you, you can expect to hear breathy moans in you ear, him calling you his dandelion, telling you how he’s eagerly awaiting the chance to breed you. and if you ask why doesn’t he do it now, he’ll bat his eyelashes at you and playfully plead with you to let him do it, thrusting his hips into you harder than before. once he’s done humping you, of course, he lets you go, and watches you scurry away, smirking, his dick straining against his pants already at the thought of catching you in his arms yet again.
finally, you’ve reached the tend/lockdown stage. this stage is where the breeding actually happens. and, it’s called lockdown for a reason. for about a week, you cannot escape towa. what he’ll do is he’ll lure you to where he is somehow, draw you out of your typical favored places and lead you somewhere shielded from sunlight and prying eyes. of course, you know what you’re getting into. and towa knows you know, which is why he’s shameless about luring you. he won’t have any real excuse, he’ll just want you to follow him. he won’t communicate via words, just humming and exclamations for now. it’s when he finally has you deep in the trees that he pounces for the final time, rolling with you on the forest floor, trapping you underneath him. he’ll coo at you, still shameless, saying “Oh, don’t look so surprised, dandelion! You knew this would happen eventually.” in a way, it’s what you get for taunting him and playing along. surprisingly, he takes his time with the actual breeding. first, he just wants to enjoy that he finally has you in his grasp and doesn’t have to let you go this time. his fingers gently grab and trace your body, trying to commit every curve and angle to memory. shortly after follow his lips, tracing all your bare skin before marking you anywhere he can with his teeth, ensuring it’s well known that you’ve already been claimed. when he’s finally done inhaling your scent and tracing your body, he starts teasing you through your clothes. his fingers gently brush over the swell of your breast, playfully circling your nipple before squeezing it once. he’ll let his fingers travel lower, too; softly trailing over your inner thigh, the tips of his fingers just barely brushing against your pussy through your pants. if you try and touch him in return, he’ll be receptive to it, but be warned: you’re speeding up the process. feeling your hand move along his straining cock will remind him of how it’s practically begging to be buried inside your depths. and, a few moments of impatient maneuvering later, he will be, buried to the hilt, inside your depths. it’s all he’s every imagined and more, the delicious feeling of your walls squeezing around him, the warmth, the slick witness; and he decides it's the perfect place to bury his seed. technically there’s no point in trapping you now, as you’re willingly taking his cock to the brim, but that doesn’t stop him from clinging to you anyway. towa’s pace varies, but for this first time breeding you, he’s going fast, grinning widely as he moans into your ear, reminding you of how long he’d waited, telling you about how much he’d craved you, and warning you of the breeding you’ll have to endure in the coming days. his thrusts progressively get more erratic and his eyes start to lose focus. before he knows it, he’s mumbling in your ear about how excited he is to breed you, at last. to spill his seed inside you and claim you. his moans begin to devolve into whines and whimpers, and he clings to you tighter and tighter, feeling his orgasm rapidly approach, until finally, his erratic movements become hard, deep thrusts. you feel his tip twitching and prodding at the deepest parts of you, as though gently convincing your body to accept his load. you feel his cum coating your insides, his hips pressing hard against yours before retracting and thrusting forward again, pushing his cum deeper into you. he moans with relief, finally having bred you.
of course, this is doomed to continue for the rest of the tend/lockdown phase. towa doesn’t let you leave his side, if he even lets you leave the area where he bred you at all. and he breeds you repeatedly; that first day was just the first of one whole week of breeding. sometimes he goes at a slower pace, sometimes its hurried and rushed, sometimes its even casual, but he keeps doing it. he makes sure you’re thoroughly bred, at least until his rut is over.
when post-rut rolls around, towa finally wakes up from his feverish breeding stupor. he finally lets you leave the area where he bred you and generally returns to his usual habits. he apologizes to you for treating you so rough with a smile on his face, and in the same breath mentions how he can’t wait to do it again.
Part Three: Ren Shiranami
as i said i used the term “ruts” loosely so. unfortunately for all of us. dogs do not have ruts. rather its the female dogs who have heat cycles and dictate when breeding happens. therefore no rut for ren. he gets to suffer and be horny all year.
now. finally. dogboy ren. when male dogs are seeking out potential mates, their behavior includes increased aggression, whining, difficulty sleeping, lack of appetite, pacing, mounting, and clinginess. these behaviors are typically activated by another dog going in2 heat, but 4 the sake of ease, we’re just going 2 act like he’s just horny bc of mc lol
knowing ren, he probably wouldn’t even notice he’s gotten more aggressive or whiny because he’s. generally just like that. he’d find things to whine about and make it everybody’s problem. he’d become more aggressive and would probably have trouble tending to the animals or doing his chores when every little thing pisses him off. and he can’t explain why but for whatever reason being around you just gets him agitated. he feels the weird urge to follow you around, but once he so much as takes a step in your direction, common sense kicks in and he recoils, adding distance between the two of you. he probably doesn’t pay it much mind and just. considers it bothersome. he moves on quickly. the pressure starts, but its slight. he won’t feel it yet.
then he starts losing sleep and his appetite. this is when he begins to notice. when his usual salty snacks just aren’t doing the trick anymore and he doesn’t feel like filling himself up on gamer fuel and microwaveable ramen, it becomes a problem. he has half a mind to force the snacks down so he can at least have a full stomach, but he just can’t. he’s not hungry. he’s hungry. and suddenly he’s laying awake at night, frustrated, bags under his eyes, wondering why the hell he can’t just fall asleep already? it’s crazy considering how tired he is anyway! why can’t he just fall asleep? he tosses, he turns, he practically fights with his sheets until his exhaustion takes him on its own. not that he’s pleased, because when he wakes up, it hardly feels like he’s slept at all. it feels like an odd weight is on his shoulders.
at the same time, he’s noticing he’s significantly more drawn to you than he ever was before. ren has seen many a catgirl. they’re all over the promo material for his favorite mobile games and among his favorite tropes in less-than-appropriate media. at first, he thought it was sort of cute at best, but what kind of loser would perv on his own senpai? not him. and he’s totally NOT perving on his senpai by continuously glancing in her direction and walking past her more often to catch a whiff of her pheromones and humping his pillow while thinking about her at night. all of that has got to be normal and explainable, somehow. what’s worse is that his body now actively reacts to you when you’re around. the second you come into view or he smells that familiar sweet scent, his tail starts wagging. its annoying. it only worsens his agitation. and despite all of that, if you leave his general vicinity, he still wants to follow you around. what’s wrong with him?
the pressure only seems to grow as he realizes his behavior is getting weirder and he’s progressively becoming more focused on you. he’s still not eating right. he can hardly get a good night’s rest. he’s still snappy and aggressive and whining about any sort of chore. what’s worse is now he’s pacing if he finds himself standing still for too long, and mounting random inanimate objects like his bed, his chair, his pillows, and his bag the second you cross his mind. when you’re not around, he gets antsy and restless, pacing in circles so much he’s run the grass near the duck pen into more of a dirt pile than anything. this being said, you probably shouldn’t go near him to calm him down… he might just end up trying to mount you! he won’t even realize he’s doing it, but in seconds he’s behind you and pushing his nose into your neck and grabbing your shoulders to keep you still, his rapidly hardening length inching closer to your backside… until he suddenly snaps out of it, jumping twelve feet in the air with horror at his own actions, stammering out some sort of blame or excuse and stalking away. his tail is wagging as he does.
he’s so hungry. but he’s not going to admit what for. the salty snacks will have to do, the fleshlight he snuck out with him on this mission will have to do, the bare minimum rest and bags under his eyes will have to do, his brief respite in the sweet allure of your pheromones will have to do! it will all have to do! he refuses to let these urges get the best of him. he’s better than that. he’s not perverted. he’s not deranged. he can keep a clear, cool head while dealing with whatever this was. but he’s still really hungry. and he can’t believe he’s losing sleep over his senpai as a catgirl. maybe he really was just a lost cause. he might just go pop!
you don’t even realize what you do to him, just by being there, releasing sweet smelling pheromones all over the place. have you no shame??? couldn’t you let him rest??? you were like a vice on his heart and mind, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing… applying pressure, pressure, and more pressure. he wonders why he’s the one who has to suffer and deal with this. why couldn’t it be you wrecked with lust over him, huh? he would love to just suck it up an act like he doesn’t care, but that’s hardly possible. and it’s your fault.
it comes to a head when he feels like he’s gonna blow soon with all this stress. he hasn’t been eating right, sleeping right, or acting right either. he’s still humping his pillows every night and still pacing the length of the duck pen and still getting irritated over every last thing. so when you go “nyan!” at him, he thinks he’s hallucinating.
of course, you claim to be impersonating his favorite character from that game he likes. apparently you recently came to the epiphany that, with cat ears, you kinda resembled her. ren can’t be bothered to listen too closely or think straight. his dick’s already straining against his pants and his jaw is hanging slack. without thinking about it, he demands asks you to do it again. and once you do it again, he finally feels himself blow.
he’s panting like a dog, feeling his body grow warm. his hybrid brain clouded with lust interprets this as an invitation, and no matter how hard he tries to fight against it for the sake of his own decorum, he’s too hungry to care, too sleep deprived to care, and too agitated to care. he’s on you in moments, his tail wagging as he tumbles into the grass with you. it takes some maneuvering, but eventually, he’s got you on all fours under him, and he’s rubbing his crotch all over your hips and panting in your ear. it takes him a while to notice, but eventually he figures out that you’re laughing at him. your suppressed giggles didn’t hide the shaking of your body, and your eyes lit up with mirth only gave you away. he can’t help but scoff. yea, laugh it up - he’ll make sure those giggles turn into groans!
and you do groan, some, but not nearly as much as him. he groans just from pawing at your breasts, reaching around you to grab a handful and letting that be the most effort he does with his hands until he has to maneuver actual penetration. for now, he’s happy nuzzling your neck, licking and biting and sucking and groaning at the taste of your skin under his. his hips are pistoning back and forth into you, not that you can feel much due to his careless aim besides his desperate need to go so much further than just dry humping.
once he finally feels ready enough, he reluctantly removes his hands from your tits and instead struggles with his and your clothes until there’s just barely enough out of the way. he doesn’t wait. seeing the way your tail swishes to the side to reveal your pretty pussy is enough to send him over the edge, anyway. he wraps his arms around you and presses his fingers into your chest again, groaning as his fingers sink into the plush skin of your breasts and as his cock sinks into the wet heat of your core. his tail’s wagging again.
he’s not much for words during sex - he doesn’t say much, but you do hear a lot of grunting, groaning, and growling when his lips aren’t sealed to your neck in a bite or a kiss. he can’t keep up a good pace, and he doesn’t try. he’s just desperate to feel it, to get to the ending and feel his release coursing from him and into you. he’s being consumed with the need to breed, and while he normally would have several complaints about that, his hybrid brain can’t think straight or rationally when buried this deep in a catgirl’s pussy. so he keeps going, keeps thrusting forward and chasing his own pleasure and sucking and licking and biting at your neck until finally his eyes roll into his skull and his pace gets worse, unable to keep any rhythm this close to release. his grunts and growls turn into pathetic whines, and he buries his nose into the back of your neck, tightening his grip on you as he inches closer to his climax, until... finally, he stills against you, pressing himself as deep and as rough into you as he possibly can, his tongue lolling out onto your neck. he feels his release wrack his body, just as yours wracks your own. his cum comes out in thick spurts, heavy like his breathing on your ear. he rolls his hips into your a few more times, ensuring he’s gone as deep as he possibly can, before he collapses over you, pressing your both back into the grass.
he won’t be pulling out anytime soon.
GOD okay that's done! this took way too long my god. everyone enjoy!!!!!!!!
in case you want the original posts:
og post that started it all
haru
towa
ren
towa pegging bonus!
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THAT HAKU FIC???? OMG OBSESSED IT WAS SCRUMPDELICIOUS HSHSJSJSJSJ
AND you're cooking up a Subaru fic???!?!!? YOU'RE SPOILING US SO MUCH THANK YOUUUU
Visions (Yan!Perv!Subaru Kagami x Reader; Tokyo Debunker)
ok its finally here holy shit wht ther ufckkckckkc
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a/n: i went 2 bed the night after writing starstruck coral and woke up thinking about how touching you is how yan!perv!subaru would keep tabs on you. is this deranged and out of pocket? maybe. but was this real as fuck? ab-so-fucking-lutely. anyways. admittedly not the biggest fan of yandere characters unless they’re the harmless-type, stalker-type, or worship-type yandere yk? they’re strangely possessive and slightly stalker-y ish? maybe the occasional sabotage of a love rival perhaps. they don’t kill anybody, just get really jealous. which. kinda suits subaru.
2 explain a little bit. i buy in2 the theory that subaru is NOT nearly as innocent as he portrays himself and purposely puts that image forward 2 fool others. i like 2 think he won’t let go of it, even when caught, bc its the best way 2 weasel out of things. i also think that, 2 an extent, it is actually genuinely a piece of his personality and how he genuinely acts, so the act is harder 2 see through bc it seems so,,, like him, if u will.
summary: you want subaru. subaru has a reputation to uphold.
cw: voyeurism via psychometry??, masturbation, breaking and entering, creepy, weird, perv and yan behavior idk idk. also editing was rushed sorry!
WARNING: the ending 2 this is like. kinda crazy. at least 2 me idk! i wrote it like "wow this heat" but idk tumblr might not like it! u've been warned.
Subaru is the type to hide from his desires, despite how strongly they pester him. He belittles himself by convincing himself that such things are improper, corrupt, and shameful, and that indulging in them would taint his proper, innocent, humble manner. To him, he must keep up the perfect, trimmed, clean, graceful exterior in tandem with his placid, unassuming, and polite demeanor. It is the only way to conduct himself. So, he hides from that which would shake his precariously balanced mask, even goes as far as to express discomfort when exposed to things that are supposed to be outside his comfort zone, even if they are things he’s long been aware of or indulgent in. He refuses his naturally decadent tendencies and strives to upkeep his gentleness.
In truth, he knows what he is. A hedonistic sybarite. A guilty heathen. A depraved sinner. These titles haunt him, constantly at the back of his mind, reminding him of the consequences of indulgence and the rewards of self-control. He holds these reminders close to his heart. He will not flinch. He will not falter. He will not break.
And then you happened to be one of the first people to know about the truth of his stigma. He supposes he can pin the onset of his downfall there.
As pretty as you were, and as perverted as he was, he had already grilled it into his mind that desires of the flesh were not worth faltering for, not if he was to keep being perfect. You were easy to brush aside at first, his focus trained on maintaining his carefully crafted personality. All was well until he mistakenly touched your hand one day.
You’d been over for tea and sweets at Hotarubi. The gentle sounds of rain against the window and light chatter of Zenji made for the perfect ambience. Haku was off on a mission, but Subaru and Zenji were there, enough to keep you company. Subaru is pleased to listen to Zenji’s lamenting poetry, and smile apologetically at you for his ramblings. He’s astonished at how well you seem to fall for his mask. There were times where even Haku had seen past it, not that the other man had much room to comment on it. He smiles to himself, seemingly unassuming, thinking you’re rather naive for a cursed girl. He makes the mistake of slipping off his glove and reaching for a sweet while looking at Zenji, not wanting to get any crumbs on his gloves. He freezes when he feels your hand brush against his, images flashing before his eyes, layering over his vision.
To your credit, you flinch backwards, apologizing profusely. He notes his expression must appear dazed, because you add on: “You must’ve seen my busy morning, huh?” You chuckle to yourself, smiling apologetically. “Sorry again, Kagami.”
He shakes his head, the vision finally subsiding, blinking to restore his normal sight. “It appears to have been stressful. I see why you stopped by.” He crafts a welcoming smile, a small, trembling voice, and an overwhelmed undertone in his expression. Judging by your slight bow, it’s perfect, and fools you.
He hides his darkening expression behind his teacup, pretending the smile dropping from his face so abruptly is simply so he can blow on his tea. Zenji returns to his rambling after checking on Subaru, ensuring he was well. Subaru mulls over what he had seen. He’d seen a busy morning indeed, full of the Frostheim King’s demands, the pestering of an uptight paralegal, and a fair bit of hounding by many other overzealous ghouls. But he had also seen how you relieved said stress. Fingers dipping underneath your skirt, in the privacy of your own dorm. He’d heard your soft mewls, seen your hand dripping with essence. He felt like, if it had lasted longer, he’d have felt your plush skin, tasted your dripping heat.
He curses himself for such thoughts, resisting the crease in his brow that threatened to form. He hoped his next sip of tea was bitter and cold as a punishment for his minute indulgence, a reminder of the path he had set himself to. But when he tips the cup back and the liquid reaches his tongue, it’s warm. It’s sweet. It’s tempting. The sticky remnants of the honey used to sweeten it seem to cling to his throat. This was not punishment. The reminders he held close to his heart dimmed for only a moment.
Then he was the picture of elegance again, smiling sweetly as Zenji laughed, pretending his friend was the source of his joy.
The following weeks, despite the sweetness of his indulgence and the temptation rumbling within him, he convinced himself it was only a fluke. It was nothing more than a minor accident, and he couldn’t allow a minor accident to tarnish his clean slate. He had to keep these desires hidden. Yet and still, the vision plagues him, hidden in the deeper corners of his subconscious. He can still see it quite clearly, can almost feel the exact sensations you felt, can almost taste the cloying allure that seemed to saturate the entirety of the vision every time he replayed it in his head. It takes him a while to snap out of it when the vision plays in his mind’s eye. His eyes will become clouded, his breathing will become labored, and his fingers will twitch as he struggles to keep up his restraint. He remains successful, and such bouts of desire only happen in privacy, but he has a gnawing feeling that even remembering the vision is a form of indulgence in itself.
Despite his efforts to not think about it, the vision returns, and he feels shame and anger begin to make their presence known. This was not proper. It was unbecoming of him to allow something to swim in his head so persistently, especially something made to tempt him. He can hardly stand to have a normal conversation with you. Not that it’s your fault, rather that it’s his for succumbing to the wiles you may have inadvertently and unknowingly used on him. He decides that the only way to rid himself of the previous vision is to have another one of you. Maybe he’ll have a vision of a gross habit or something generally unattractive, and perhaps that would neutralize his fixation on your stress-relief techniques. It would be a gamble, but it was an option nonetheless.
He invites you for lunch again with him and Lyca, outside on one of the balconies on campus. It’s relatively warmer, fresh breeze combing through the trees and open windows. Days like this brought a large crowd, which meant it would be no problem to go unnoticed if needed. He sits quietly on a bench, Lyca leaning into his right side, drooling over his lunch but patiently waiting to dig in. Subaru finds himself awaiting your arrival a little too eagerly for his tastes. This would have to end soon.
He finally spots you from afar, carrying a brown box that Sho usually packed his lunches in. He smiles as you approach and holds up his own brown box, his eyes crinkling with mirth. “It seems we had the same idea.” Effortlessly, he turns on the inferiority complex charm, hurriedly apologizing. “Ah, I apologize for not properly communicating with you. We could have waited in line together.”
You smile and shake your head, reassuring him with a quick “It’s no problem, really,” and plopping down on Subaru’s other side. He notes the distance you leave between your bodies and lets his displeasure swim in his gaze before returning to a placid smile.
Lyca barely spends a moment greeting you before digging into his meal, forgetting once again to use his utensils. Subaru sighs fondly before smiling at you and returning to his own meal. He is the epitome of grace, carefully bringing his chopsticks to his mouth, demurely flicking his tongue against his lips to lick up any excess sauce, and chewing so soundlessly you wouldn’t be able to tell. Not a single hair is out of place. Something about feeling your gaze on him fills him with pride and dread simultaneously. Could enjoying the attention of someone he actively attempts not to crave be considered an indulgence?
Lyca suddenly begins hacking next to Subaru, alarming him. Immediately, Subaru assumed it was because he'd practically inhaled his food. He rubs a gentle hand on Lyca’s back until the coughing subsides as you watch with concern. Lyca looks up with a frown, grumbling in frustration about his coughing fit.
When Lyca looks up, sauce and bits of rice are stuck to his cheeks. Subaru has to stifle a laugh, pretending to clear his throat instead, smiling fondly at Lyca. He reaches for his handkerchief, about to help Lyca clean up. When he doesn’t find it in his internal pockets, his confusion grows, searching his other pockets for it. It seems he didn’t have it. He looks back up to Lyca, wondering how he was going to clean him up without any napkins. Lyca looks back at him quizzically. “What? Is there something on my face?”
Subaru sighs and shakes his head. “Hold still, Lyca.” He begins to pull one of his gloves off, not wanting to get sticky residue all over them. It’s when he just manages to slide the glove halfway off that you reach forward, pushing his hand down.
“Here, let me.” Subaru glances towards you as you reach towards Lyca, keeping your other hand on Subaru’s wrist. Your thumb brushes against his palm, and something about the action strikes Subaru as deliberate before he is thrust into another vision again.
Another busy morning - nothing out of the ordinary. A red-headed ranger and his pet held most of your attention today, a certain slacker lagging far behind. Moving back and forth between classes and dorms, getting cases signed, all seemed relatively normal…
At least until he sees you, lying on your bed, laptop propped open, watching a rerun of one of his old shows. He can’t tell if he blushes or not, but he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
He feels himself freeze up as you smile wider, watching him twirl across the stage. The vision begins to fade, but his confusion remains at a peak. Had you heard of him before? Were you a fan? If so, why hadn’t you shown any indication of knowing him prior?
If you were a fan, this was mortifying. If you weren’t a fan but were simply doing research, that would be different. He couldn’t quite label it, but it felt… strange? He thinks back to when you first met him and remembers the lack of surprise on your face seeing him there. You couldn’t possibly be a fan. Which left him to wonder why you were watching reruns of his old shows in your free time. And, why had the way you’d brushed your thumb against his palm felt deliberate?
When he comes to, he finds both you and Lyca staring at him with concern. He idly notes he’s out of breath and his forehead feels damp.
“Suba. Are you okay?” Lyca peers at him curiously, curling his fingers into Subaru’s jacket sleeve.
Subaru finds it hard to so much as look in your direction, so he turns to Lyca, donning a simple, yet overwhelmed smile. “I’m fine. Just another vision, that’s all.” He manages to force the words out between pants, slowly catching his breath and blinking to stop the world from spinning. He had too much to think about to focus on appearing prim and proper any longer. What was that vision?
When you pipe up, despite himself, Subaru turns towards you a little too fast. “Ah, I’m sorry, Kagami! I hadn’t realized I’d touched you.” Your face and voice appear apologetic, your eyes shining with pity. To anyone else, this would appear genuine. To Subaru, however, it was anything but. Something about the twinkle in your eyes screamed revelry rather than regret.
He matches your expression, friendly and forgiving externally, with tension and excitement in his eyes. “It's no problem. Please, don't trouble yourself worrying for me.”
Lunch remains uneventful from then on, but even the prickling of your gaze isn't enough to draw him away from the rumbling in his mind.
He wakes up, staring upwards at his dorm room ceiling. It had been a few days since the incident, but he'd hardly been able to rest at all.
His plan had backfired. It only served to worsen his mood. His initial urge encouraged him to blame it on you - his lack of rest, his inability to focus, his slipping facade. It was your fault, somehow. He had to keep you in line, somehow. You were threatening the carefully constructed status quo he had given himself and convinced everyone else of.
He suddenly falters, common sense catching up with his wayward thoughts. It wouldn't very well be proper to do anything remotely threatening, especially to the honor student. He frowns up at his ceiling, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. A sickening feeling bubbles up in his stomach again as the visions revive themselves in his vulnerability, swarming his thoughts. This time, instead of chasing them away, he lets them settle. Maybe he'd find answers within the visions. It should be okay - so long as he didn't indulge. The images play in his mind - you, touching yourself, and you, watching videos of his old shows - and part of him feels the strange urge to draw a flimsy connection between the two. Despite himself, his mind wanders. Without realizing it, his hand begins to slowly travel downwards.
Had you ever touched yourself to thoughts of him? Had you felt the urge to do so when you watched him dance across that stage? Or, was it only a coincidence? But if it was, what was your goal? If his assumptions about you doing this intentionally were even correct, that is. So many questions swam around his head. His breathing picks up and his face and neck begin to feel warm. The images and self-indulgent assumptions of his didn't help. His imagination ran wild with the things you would have done to yourself while watching him, dreaming of him, wanting him. He finds himself squeezing his thighs together and screwing his eyes shut tight.
Any sort of relief in any form would do him good now, he thinks. He feels himself begin to tremble, his skewed brain focusing more and more on the idea of you touching yourself to thoughts of him. He imagines how it would look. Maybe you’d have your laptop propped open before you, marveling at his flexibility and physical prowess. Maybe you would be mesmerized by the way decorated fabrics would swish around his form. Maybe all these things were attractive to you, and you’d let your own imagination run wild - pinning him down, exploring the angled planes of his body, testing his flexibility as you saw fit - he’d be eager to prove himself to you. He imagines how his name would sound - mewled, moaned, or screamed - all in your voice, from your lips. He licks his lips to prevent his own from taking the shape of your name, silencing himself with an audible groan. Hearing the hunger and desperation in a single groan stops him in his tracks. He blinks awake from his hazy state, shivering in horror as he realizes he’d been palming himself, his hand moments from wrapping around his cock through his pants. He yanks his hand away from himself, turning over in bed and pulling his comforter over his head. He grinds his teeth together, his hands running through his hair and gripping his bangs out of frustration. He’d just been self-indulgent, nearly going as far as touching himself to thoughts of you. His mind swims with reminders of the consequences of self-indulgence, the path it would lead him down if he continued to crave. He bites his tongue, trying to relieve himself of the focus his brain was lending to his rock hard length. He attempts to control his breathing, inhaling and exhaling shakily at a pace he had practiced for years before. It doesn’t work, not in the way he would like it to. He’s barely managed to get a few breaths in before his alarm sounds next to his bed, reminding him of the time. His eyes fly open and he cannot resist the rage that courses through him. He rises to a seated position, exhaustion contributing to his frustration and anger. He reaches for his alarm, grasping it firmly in his hand. He is about to hurl it across the room, his rapidly increasing rage at himself, at you, at his inability to indulge nearly consuming him.
But, wait. He pauses, blinking blearily as realization washes over him. This was no way to act. Shame overtakes him as he glances back at the alarm he holds in his hand. His grip falters and the alarm slips in his grasp. Slowly, he lowers his arm, and gently places the alarm back on his desk, silencing it with a dainty tap. He sits upright, folding his hands in his lap. Acting with anger was unacceptable. If the glass of his alarm were to shatter on the ground, someone would have surely come running, and witnessed the fury that twisted his expression, his arm positioned after a throw, and his still obvious hardened length. No, he couldn’t have that happen. There were better ways to carry himself. The reminder rings true in his head. Anger will not go without consequence. Indulgence will not go without consequence. Deviation from his carefully crafted mask will not go without consequence. What was acceptable, at best, was a slightly creased brow and an endearingly exhausted pout, seemingly unintentional. After a deep breath, he morphs his expression to just that, even pairing it with a quiet sigh. Perfect. Now, to keep this up for the rest of the day.
He was long due for a more thorough reminder of where rage and indulgence had gotten him before. The growing frustration at his near indulgence stokes an urge to bite his lip, but he resists, remaining the picture of elegant, endearing, even adorable exhaustion. He could not allow his anger to show.
He would not flinch. He would not falter. He would not break. Not even for you.
When he walks out of his dorm room to greet the day, he ensures he is nothing less than the picture of perfection, besides a tired expression and a pout to go with it. Today would be another day to take in stride. Surely he could handle your meddling. He couldn’t allow you to be a threat anymore.
So, of course, when he walks into Hotarubi’s tea room, he does not allow himself to be shocked at your presence. Surprise flits across his face for just a moment before he quickly replaces it with a welcoming smile, ensuring his exhaustion still shines through. Haku, seated on the other side of the table next to Zenji with his legs spread out, waves. He clicks his tongue and frowns when he takes in Subaru’s appearance.
“Sheesh, looks like a rough night. You okay?” Haku tilts his head towards Subaru, and Zenji does the same. You twist around to look at him, and he doesn’t miss the emotion that looked suspiciously like satisfaction flickering across your gaze.
“Good morning!” You also greet him with a wave, before your eyebrows dip in concern. “He’s right. Did you sleep at all?”
Subaru puts his hands up in false surrender, his welcoming smile reducing itself to a timid, nervous one. “I’m fine, I promise. I simply had some trouble staying asleep.” Technically, that wasn’t entirely a lie. When Haku nods in understanding after studying him for a moment longer and you look back towards your tea, Subaru sighs with relief internally.
Zenji is playing his biwa today, reciting some of his favorite childhood stories, with occasional commentary from Haku. Subaru finds himself relaxing into the comfortable atmosphere despite having most unfortunately been seated next to you. He supposes, so long as the distance between the two of you remained, there would be no issues. He would not allow himself to yearn for a close to the gap.
This time, he’s clever. He finds no excuse to take off his gloves, instead opting to use a napkin to pick up any sweets. He ensured before leaving his room that his collar was high and his sleeves were low. The only skin showing on his body was that of his upper neck and face, and any such contact to those areas would not go unnoticed, especially if deliberate. He allows himself a minor burst of pride, thankful for his own diligence. He was on the way to going down the proper path once again.
He’s chewing on his final pastry before he’s off to pick up some tea from Benji and check on Lyca. Thankfully, he didn’t need to be seen by many people today, so he could use this opportunity to train himself to regain control over his expressions and emotions. You had a way with breaking down his walls, but that wouldn’t last much longer. At least, he thought so. He hears you giggle as Zenji is mid-story and feels you tap his shoulder. He turns to you, and with a wide grin on your face, you point to your cheek, indicating to him that he’s got something stuck on his. He starts, surprised that his poise had slipped enough for an imperfection, but simultaneously pleased that it was at least charming. Timidly, he reaches for his cheek with his gloves on, biding by his reminders and choosing to deal with the unsavory consequence of crumbs on his gloves in place of another slip-up regarding you. He brushes his fingers along his cheek, but he must have missed it, because you only giggle and indicate it’s still there, rubbing your finger back and forth along your own cheek. Subaru copies your movements, pulling back when he’s sure he’s gotten it off of his cheek. He frowns when he finds nothing on his gloves. He hears you giggle again and sighs internally, deciding to try one last time before giving up. However, he’s too late. He feels your fingers brush against his cheek, brushing away something that felt sticky rather than crumbly. He’d be grateful for the help if it weren’t for the fact that he was thrust into another vision the minute your fingertips touched his skin.
When he’s thrust back into reality, he’s sweating, eyes wide and gaze unfocused. He glances at you, but that turns out to be a mistake. The frightened mask you’re wearing would’ve been impenetrable if not for the slight upwards quirk of your lips. He clenches his jaw and curses you under his breath, which is drowned out by your distressed cry.
“Kagami!” You steady him with your arms, holding him up by his shoulders. Haku is already on his other side, watching Subaru’s face carefully.
Subaru glances at Haku, whose frown deepens significantly. “Alright,” he stands, offering a hand to Subaru. “Let’s get you back to your room.”
Subaru doesn’t even protest, nor does he look back to glance at you. He simply wordlessly takes Haku’s hand and rises to his feet. Haku allows him to lean into his side as they make the trek back to his room, Haku shouting over his shoulder that he’d be back.
Haku keeps Subaru steady as they walk back. Subaru’s mind swims with the vision he just saw.
Haku clears his throat. “If it’s not too much to ask, what’d you see?” Subaru can’t tell if Haku is asking this out of curiosity, concern, or both, but he indulges him anyway.
“A challenge.” His voice comes out somewhat strained. Technically, this isn’t a lie. But it’s not the whole truth, either.
“Oh.” Haku frowns and raises a brow. “Is she in trouble?”
“No,” Subaru shakes his head, donning a reassuring smile and offering it to Haku. This might be a lie. “It seems it was all resolved. Just a little intense, that’s all.”
When Haku smiles in return, Subaru can tell he’s not wholly convinced, but he doesn’t ask any more questions, so Subaru doesn’t offer any more answers.
He had seen a challenge, indeed. It was a challenge from you to him. What else could it have been? The images swim before his mind’s eye over and over and over again. Sweaty skin, panting breaths, raucous moans, his name on your tongue, and a purple dildo to tie it all together. He swallows harshly, feeling his body tense as the vision continues to play in his head. He can feel his half-hard cock prodding at his thigh, the stimulating vision enough to thrust him right back into his earlier predicament.
Indulgence would ruin his plans. Anger would ruin his plans, Accepting this challenge would ruin his plans. And yet, he’s practically drooling at the visual of participating in the invitation you’d left for him.
‘Desires of the flesh are not worth falling for,’ he reminds himself, thinking the same phrases repeatedly. He idly thinks of his continued heaving breaths and the warmth in his face from the vision. ‘There are consequences to indulgence. There are rewards to self-control.’
But were there any rewards to self-control as alluring, as satisfying, as deliciously saccharine sweet than what awaited him if he simply chose to let it all go, just this once?
He mustn’t flinch. He mustn’t falter. He musn’t break. But, surely, so long as he didn’t allow himself to flinch, falter, and break permanently, it should be fine, right? Just this once, right?
His teeth dig into his bottom lip, keeping his pace steady as his mind churns. Perhaps indulging himself is what would remind him of why he chose the righteous path in the first place.
A smile begins to grow on his face. He had a plan.
He makes the final adjustments to the chair across from him and everything it held, ensuring everything was in place. He carefully shifts the teacups so that they are positioned perfectly in line with each saucer. He adjusts his tie, smoothes out the tablecloth, and takes his own seat. Everything was perfect. Now, to wait.
He looks out the window beside him, basking in the dimming light of the roseate sunset, lavender, orange, and yellow blending to create a beautiful view. As prepared as he was for this, he also felt nerves and excitement working their way into his mood. He draws in a breath, reminding himself of the purpose of this endeavor, and releases it, strengthening his resolve. The peace he felt in this decision felt strangely fitting. After fighting it for so long, here he was, giving in to the very things he desired, performing the very show that could end in his fall from grace. But he clenches his fist, reminding himself that he will not fall forever. This was just a one-time thing, to set him back on the right path again. He hoped you would forgive his ambitions.
Finally, he hears a lock click and the doorknob to the room turns. He sits up straighter, holding a cup of piping hot tea in his hand, looking the picture of warmth.
He watches eagerly as you walk inside, your gaze rising to meet his. He only smiles wider when you freeze in shock, staring at him. He notes that confusion rises on your features rather than fear, as you twist the doorknob, wracking your brain to remember whether or not you’d locked the doors to the chapel before you left. Subaru waits patiently, swirling the tea in his hand. When you finally look back up at him, he sees suspicion swimming in your gaze. “How did you-”
“Ah, please don’t trouble yourself with the details.” Subaru cuts you off in the most polite voice he can muster. He projects his voice effortlessly, meeting your ears in a softened tone even from across the room. His tone is gentle, almost timid-like, but firm, leaving little room for questions. He places his teacup down in its saucer and rises to his feet, making his way over to you. His expression is open and his smile is kind and warm. And for once, it feels quite genuine to him. “I was wondering where you were.” He holds his gloved hands out for your bags, silently offering to put them away for you. After staring at his hands for a while, you relent, and he happily carries them to your desk in the far corner. He can feel your questioning gaze on him the entire way. It fills him with glee.
He makes his way back to the table he’d set, standing behind the chair opposite to the one he was sitting on. He pulls it out from the table and gestures to it, warm smile on his face. “Please, sit down.”
If not for what was on the seat, this would seem the perfect polite invitation for tea. Subaru’s eyes were bright, his smile was soft, and his demeanor was polite and respectful. He watches you as you eye the seat warily, a crooked, nervous smile forming on your face. Your eyes flit back to him. He tilts his head upwards questioningly.
“Is it a show you want?” You gesture crudely towards the seat. Subaru only smiles, the look in his eyes darkening. It wasn’t a warning, rather a confession. The smile on your face read as nervous, but he could tell from the way your pupils were blown wide and your fingers were tapping the side of your thigh that you were more excited than you let on.
When you made eye contact with him again, he looks at you expectantly, the expression on his face so open and gentle you would think he was asking for something innocent. He is satisfied when you finally nod, your teeth digging into your lips to hide the smile that threatened to grow. He watches your careful, slow steps towards the chair, your mouth open due to your excited, labored breathing. He, himself, has to bite his cheek out of excitement, not wanting to rush you. When you finally stand in front of the chair, your back to him, you simply reach behind yourself, hike up your skirt, pull your panties to the side, and slide yourself down the length of the purple dildo you’d used not too long ago. Once you’re as comfortably seated as you can be, Subaru tries not to smile wider and pushes the chair in, before walking back to his own seat, sitting across from you.
You’re handling it better than he thought you would, and he commends you for that. He picks up his tea from the saucer, smiling at you. “Help yourself.” He kindly gestures towards your own teacup, steaming aromatic tea sweetened exactly how you like it right in front of you. Your hands have a slight tremble when you reach for your tea, but it doesn’t last long, Subaru notes. He makes eye contact with you, and you return his smile. Your face is flushed and your smile is trembling, and he’s sure if he bothered to look down, your legs would be, too.
He takes a sip of his tea, deciding to stall for a little while longer, reveling in his success. You, however, voice other plans, speaking up to catch his attention.
“Care to tell me what all this is for, Subaru?” The tremble in your voice would be unnoticeable to someone not as practiced as Subaru. He wonders just how many times you have used that dildo to not react so obviously. He bites his lip to stifle a smile from growing much wider.
“Ah…” His voice comes out surprisingly timid, and if not for the circumstances, even he would think this was a normal conversation. But the excitement that roils through him is too real to be imagined, and the boner he crossed his legs to hide was too genuine a reaction. He sips at his tea again before putting it down with a soft clink. He nervously wrings his fingers, his smile wavering. “I suppose this could be considered a confession, of sorts.”
“A confession?” The surprise is clear on your face, and you almost look relieved. “I thought I was due for a punishment or something.” You confess nervously, but Subaru hardly registers the tone in which you said it.
“P-Punishment?” He looks taken aback and says the words almost incredulously, blinking at you with surprise. He exhales, frowning. “No, no, you’ve misunderstood me…” His tone falters back into his usual timid voice, and he shakes his head. His expression is apologetic and genuine. He reaches for his tea, probably as a way to keep his hands busy. “My real intention here…” He trails off, pursing his lips as a blush appears on his face. He felt nervous to admit this, but he reminded himself that this was for good reason. Excitement and heat pooled in his abdomen again, rising to his chest and neck as well. He could feel his heart pound against his ribcage, his breathing becoming heavy with anticipation. He looks towards you, summoning a small smile. “...Was to tell you that I’ll… stop resisting.”
He takes his final sip of tea and places his teacup down. He stands, moving to stand in front of your chair, kneeling down in front of you. He had been right earlier, he notes, observing how your legs were trembling and suppressing a small smile. Wordlessly, he loosens his tie just a little and undoes the first few buttons of his uniform shirt. He reaches upwards and silently holds out his hand for yours, looking up at you pleadingly. You gently place your palm in his, tremor still in your movements.
“If you’ll have me…” He takes your hand and loops your fingers around the collar of his tie, pulling your wrist away from him so his neck would be forced to follow the pull. He bites his lip as he looks up at you, his visage the epitome of bliss, his lips curved upwards in an exhilarated smile, his eyes wide and pleading.
“I’d like to know how you’d want me, Miss.”
ok CHALLENGE 4 ALL MY READERS PLEASE tell me what u would do 2 subaru in this situation. please. im so curious. if ur suggestions r good i might even be inspired 2 write a part 2 bc im already thinking abt it................
a/n: well. i hope that ending wasn't too scary! like i wrote it like "WOW" but. idk. im scared what if y'all hate it aaahhhhhhh!!! anyways. enjoy, please. i put so much work in2 this, truly, bc i really really wanted this 2 be good.
obligatory blurb that i love likes, BUT i mostly love comments, reblogs, and asks detailing how much you loved my work!!!!!! please please please let me know how much you loved the story! i cater 2 u and i want u all 2 enjoy it. knowing u do keeps me going <3
songs i listened 2 while writing this:
gold by britt nicole (accepting urself despite ur flaws... very ironic)
kiss it better by rihanna (physical lust fueling the reconciliation of a toxic relationship)
ecstasy by suicidal-idol (self-explanatory)
sweater weather by the neighbourhood (diminishing oneself, separating the dream from the person, yearning 4 something u cannot have)
I reblogged her late last year and my 2024 has been very satisfying work-wise and (secure enough to not stress out) money-wise so far. Money Snake is wise and good.
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