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ALRIGHT SO HEAR ME OUT! *rubs hands evilly* I got this scenario idea after I first saw how these two twink dorks are drawn with literal BULGES.

Reader, stuck in a tight box with Polyester and Polyurethane. Reader sandwiched in between the two of them, and I mean SANDWICHED. All pressed against each other >:)

Panty and Stocking wanted to mess with the brothers and decided they would trap them inside some angelic box thing that cancels out their powers but reader (who is Panty and stockings human friend) accidentally gets stuck in there with the twins. And since it’s a box designed to cancel out angel powers neither the brothers or the Anarchy Sisters can break open the box to get them out so the sisters are all like “Oh shit! Sorry reader! Hold on we’ll find a way to get you out! Just hold on! AS FOR YOU TWINK IDIOTS, SUCK IT YOU BULGE BITCHES HA! YOU GOT STUCK BET YOU FEEL REAL STUPID RN HAHAHA”

So the reader feeling embarrassed and shy to be sandwiched between two hot angel boys is stuck for hours and hours in a box with Polyester and Polyurethane ( who are absolutely pissed off because their cousins managed to get them stuck and are probably shouting profanities at the sisters before they leave to find a way to get all 3 of you out, score 1 for the Anarchy sisters this round lol) how is reader supposed to feel calm being stuck with these two for hours until the sisters get back? And what about the brothers?

Ohhh, I love the idea, hahahaha 😈

Polyester and Polyurethane x Reader

Locked up!

…How the hell did I end up here?

You were pretty sure you were just walking peacefully to the church where your two so-called “friends”—the angels—lived. (Though sometimes you felt more like their maid than their friend.) You were carrying the stuff they asked for, since Brief was on bed rest after breaking way too many bones last time. Honestly, you couldn’t help but feel bad for the poor guy.

Everything was fine until suddenly everything went dark… and cramped? That’s when you realized you were inside what looked like a box. But why the hell was it so damn tight?!

You stretched a little, trying to find a crack, but ended up elbowing something.

—“Hey! Watch it!”

…Okay, what the hell?

—Oops! Sorry, _____, we didn’t see you. By the way, did you bring what we asked for?

Was that Panty’s voice?

—Does that even matter?! Get me the hell out of here!

—Yeah yeah, right after my dessert-Stocking replied casually.

—Come on, you damn hags, get us out of here!-another voice shouted.

—Seriously, how many of us are even stuffed in this box?!

From the outside, you heard the two angels laughing.

—Hahaha, take that, you annoying little shits! Maybe now you’ll finally stop meddling your asses in everything!

—Hey, Panty, I’m tired, let’s head inside

—Yeah, I think the mailman’s about to come by for a quickie, haha.

—…You disgust me

And with that, you heard them walk away.

—Hey, what about me?! Get back here, you bi—

—Get back here, you lazy illiterate bitches!

—Yeah, come back here, you worthless old hags!

Wow. If you were pissed, these two were absolutely furious… That’s when you realized you were stuck right between them. You lifted your head to see one of their faces and it was—

—…Shit.

Damn, they were hot. Where the hell did these guys even come from?

Both of them started moving around way too much, desperately trying to find a way to break out of the box, and you ended up with your face buried in one of their chests. Complaints? Not really… though it wasn’t like there was much oxygen left in there anyway.

—H-hey, I’m still here, you know?

—Oh? Where’d you come from?-asked the pink-haired one in front of you.

—I’ve been here the whole damn time!

—Oh, another person? Whatever, you can help too

…Okay, now you were one hundred percent sure these two were related to those angels.

Still, you went along with it—because seriously, you didn’t want to spend the whole day trapped in there. Yeah, sure, the guys were ridiculously handsome, but you also had a life of your own… And honestly? You also wanted to kill Panty for dragging you into this mess in the first place. Stocking was fine, though

You started shifting around a little, making the most of the tiny space. You could always apologize later if you ended up touching too much.

You kept moving, but then noticed the person behind you suddenly stopped… Weird. Maybe he got tired. That’s when you saw a faint bit of light coming through.

—H-hey, I think I found a crack, mayb—

You froze. As you straightened up, you suddenly felt something poking you from behind.

—…

You turned your head, meeting the gaze of the purple-haired guy behind you.

—Hey, don’t look at me like that! You’re the one who wouldn’t stop moving!

—I was trying to find a way out!-you snapped back, your face burning red.

Suddenly, you felt something else, so you lowered your gaze.

—…Seriously?

You looked at the pink-haired guy in front of you.

—Your hand was on my crotch!

—Hey, don’t blame me! It’s impossible to move around in here with you two!

The other two didn’t look embarrassed at all—but you, on the other hand, were already dying of shame.

—Whatever, but what do you even carry here, a truck?!

—...Is that a compliment or…?

—Does it matter?!

—It’s usually taken as a very good compliment, so…

I hope someone kills you soon, this is too much

—…I have bad news —said the pink-haired one.

—Now what?

—This is a box that only opens if those inside have sex

—…WHAT?!

—Tch…those two really hit rock bottom, they’re so desperate to show they’re not, like, completely obsolete —commented the one behind you while placing his hands on your waist.

—W-wait a minute!

—Relax, it’ll be quick —said the blue-eyed one in front, moving his hands to your legs

—Do I get a vote in this?!

—Of course you do, we’re not degenerates. But remember, if we do it, we can leave, and if not…who knows how long it will take those two to move their asses off the couch.

—…Have a little mercy on me

You were too embarrassed to lift your face, but you felt that both of them had a little smirk.

Great just great, accept this is way more easy than wait for those lazy angels to move, you dont even had the time to ask their names because they literally jump at you

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—Hey, Stocking, don’t you feel like we forgot something?

—Meh… it can’t be important.

Suddenly, they felt the door burst open violently.

—You two, why the fuck didn’t you come back?!

—Oh, that’s it, hi ____ —greeted the main culprit.

You felt your eye twitch.

—When were you even planning to help?!

—But you’re out already, right? —said Stocking.

…You were reconsidering ever talking to these two again.

—Hey, but it looks like you had lots of fun with those two—said Panty while dying of laughter.

Your appearance was disheveled: messy hair, wrinkled and sweaty clothes, with a few teeth marks on your neck.

—And whose fault is that?! If it depended on you two, I would’ve died!

—And wasn’t it uncomfortable with so little space? —asked the Gothic one casually.

Your face turned red, and you left the place, leaving the two alone.

—…Technically, we kinda lose against them; apparently, they liked being there a lot

—Yeah… what a waste of money.

In your anger, while walking away, you felt something in your pocket. Pulling it out, it was a paper with a phone number and a message:

"Call us again, Polyester and Polyurethane"

…Yes, now you know their names, so maybe you’ll reconsider calling them, since the time in the box wasn’t bad at all—just that everything hurts now, and you have no idea how you’re even walking.

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Mariko Kusumoto: Sea Garden (2021)

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How the boys lock in

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they would do this

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Omg a non hoyo fanart!! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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POLYESTER & POLYURETHANE

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I wouldn't be a good sacrificial lamb I'd be like a huge bitch about it

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Would you do a yandere Jamil x reader?

Snake In The Grass (Yandere!Jamil Viper x Reader)

(Possible TW: Stalking, murder, slight gore mentions, manipulation, sexual implications)

He was a crafty one, that Viper. He knew it, too. He had to be to survive, after all. Slithering through the shadows undetected, simply being known as a mere servant- nothing more, nothing less. This is what was upon the surface- but there was always far more to the attractive male than what was visible.

He was always there. He would slink up beside you after class to walk with you, speak with you. Kalim would be present as well, of course- unless he had found someone else to watch over him for the briefest of times. He would ensure that you were provided for as best as he could, especially given the conditions within Ramshackle. He had already long since calculated the dietary restrictions of your body and would ensure that the proper nutrition would be packed and slipped into your bag for you to consume when you retired for the night.

He was always watching. The smoky gray eyes with a tender yet occasionally sinister glisten trailing over your figure. Every inch of your flesh, every curve, every molecule…nothing missed the calculations of the Vice Dorm Leader of Scarabia. Whenever you would attend the parties within the dorm, he would watch your every move. Even outside of the comfortable confines of the dorm he knew every secretive in and out of, his eyes would remain upon you. Within the shadows. The darkest of nights. Beneath trees. Behind walls and corners.

He would always take care of whatever business needed to be done. This, soon enough, included the disposal of the bodies of the students who had dared either step to you in aggression or affection. Bones broken, skin bruised and contorted. Blood seeping from the very crevices of their figures. His cuts were precise, and as calculative as the rest of him. They were always placed somewhere intentionally conspicuously- unless the person themselves had far too much of a potential tie to Jamil himself. In those cases? The bodies were never found.

His voice was one that lingered. It was smooth, warm, and practically oozing with a charm unlike anything you had experienced from anyone else within the institution of Night Raven College. It was deep, yet it would slightly raise in pitch if he grew a bit excited or stressed- yet it still somehow retained a level of tranquility that would leave you practically begging for him to speak to you more. He occasionally would even hum or sing near you whilst completing his tasks or simply beside you walking, and it was as though a siren had come from the darkest depths of the sea to be by you and croon its serenade and embed it into the very soul of yourself.

His touches were always gentle, his smiles like warm sunlight cascading down upon your figure in soothing waves. Given the work that he constantly was assisting with or accomplishing alone, his sleek skin was toned. Abs and muscles would peek themselves through whatever articles of clothing he had on. You would feel the very same muscles within his arms tense and tighten whenever he would touch you or gently move you around or out of the way within the hallway. Within the classroom, he occasionally would lean over just enough for those muscles upon his arms or chest to lightly graze your skin, assisting you with whatever classwork you needed help with.

His steel gray gaze. The depth of kindness yet knowledge they held. Those beautiful eyes upon that sculpted, handsome face of his that you always found yourself slightly getting lost in. The eyes that would behold you so tenderly, as though you were a precious piece of artwork within a museum, or a delicate flower that brought him a warmth inside of himself. And it was here, within that gaze, that you finally found yourself slipping under the poison of his venom entirely, his fingers just barely grazing your chin to tilt your head up to behold him in all of his glory.

“Snake Whisper.”

It was his voice, those eyes of his…those blood red eyes that were drawing you in…he had you right where he wanted you at last, having pulled you into his room for conversation during a party at Scarabia. His lips tugged into a sinister grin as he watched your gaze shift into the same blood red one he had moments ago. He bent forward slightly, his fingers remaining beneath your chin. That is, until they slightly trailed downward. They settle gently upon your neck, and you are too far gone to comprehend just how much of the poison of him you had succumbed to.

“You, my beautiful desert flower (Y/N), are now mine and solely mine. You shall obey my every word from here on, and you shall dedicate yourself to me. Your heart, your mind…your body…and your very soul are all mine. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes…Master.”

A pleased chuckle escapes the lips of the snake, his arms wrapping around the waist of his caught prey. His gaze locked onto yours once he had finished observing your lovely figure. His nails lightly dug into your flesh upon your waist, keeping you planted firmly before him.

“Good~ when you are solely within my company, you shall refer to me as Master. But when we are within the company of others, you shall refer to me either as my name or “my love”. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Such an obedient pet~ now. Place yourself upon my bed. Spread yourself out. Prepare to give yourself to me entirely.”

Your motions were swift. Your body soon was pressed against the bed, your back firmly making itself at home upon the comforter of the Viper that had you within his grasp. Jamil grinned, ensuring his door was locked and he had placed up a sound nullification spell- he did not need to ruthlessly slaughter anyone that dared to interrupt, tonight. You were the only one on his mind- the only one he would soon claim to be his. The snake had finally emerged from the grass.

~End~

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His Diamond In The Rough (Overblot!Jamil Viper x Reader) 

You hadn’t the slightest clue as to how things had taken such a horrendous turn so quickly. One moment, Azul and the Tweels were confronting Jamil with Kalim, Grim, and yourself in tow. The next moment, Jamil’s cackles utterly pierced your ears as he began to sway all of the Scarabia Dorm under his lead. The sky turned into a velvet, ominous scarlet shade, golden crackles of power swirling around Jamil’s now imposing form. The snakes that were now a part of his head began to hiss and bite at the pure air, your ragtag group recoiling in utter shock. Poor Kalim, who had just been outed by the formerly tanned boy for being such a carefree, naive individual by his so called ‘childhood friend’ was the first to speak. “Wh-what’s that?! What’s happened to Jamil?!” Already, the pale-haired boy’s bright, crimson eyes were filling to the brim in utter terror. Jade, expression albeit calm yet more shocked than usual, was the one to quickly reply. “The very air around us has been warped. This is the same as what happened to Azul!” Azul, who was standing directly beside Jade, had raised a hand in his own fit of worry, his eyes widening at the sight. “Overblot! We can’t hope for reinforcements given that this is the holiday season! This is not good…”  Grim had lost his composure as well, now beginning to attempt to cower behind your leg. “That guy’s gone full ‘evil berserker mode’ , y’know!”  Already, some of the group was attempting to fire any and all spells they had against this now venomous foe before them, to no avail. Jamil began to snicker at the sight of the group looking so panicked, his dark eyes flickering from face to face in raw amusement. “Incompetent so-called kings, con artists….I have no use for any of you!” However, the male paused on the one person in the group that was different from the rest. You. 

A forked tongue of sorts could be seen flickering out and quickly sweeping over the male’s lips as he caught sight of you. Standing there, no magic, shuddering in fear...it was so adorable. His little diamond in the rough right from the start. Why, had it not been for those pesky Octavinelle students butting in...the plan might have gone exactly as he wished it. You were positively glittering in your unappreciated radiance, most casting you aside simply for not being able to use magic. Jamil, however, knew better. You were more intelligent than you let on, just like himself. You were one of the only people he could feel a raw, genuine connection too..and who would he be if he didn’t decide to explore these ideals? Jamil’s lips perked up into a smirk, already raising a finger and pointing it directly at your form. “However....there is one of you who outshines the rest of these pathetic peons before me…..ohhhh, [Y/n]~”  Jamil took a step forward, the snakes within his dark locks beginning to shoot out at you, wrapping your form in their coils. Already, your figure was being yanked towards him as you let out a cry of surprise. Floyd was the first to whine out an interjection. “Shhhrrrimmmpppyyy!”  You could feel the shuddering, slimy, dampness of the snakes begin to slither around your figure as Jamil whipped you around to face the group. They were all beginning to charge forward in a desperate attempt to free you. But Jamil would not let this happen. “To the ends of the earth with you! And never return!”  

The screams of your classmates and colleagues filled your ears as they were sent flying into the farthest reaches of the sandy dorm. Your hand instinctively arose, a scream escaping your lips. “GUYS, NO!”  Jamil was already back to manically cackling with you in his cold embrace. You felt the clothes on your body begin to shift around and morph into a….lighter consistency. The silks that now hung to your form were a deep crimson in shade, hugging your body and accenting certain important attributes rather fetchingly. Again, that forked tongue was spotted as Jamil licked his lips for a moment at the sight of his work. “My, my...how ravishing.”  You began to open your mouth to protest, but found yourself getting cut off by one of Jamil’s snakes rather roughly wrapping around your waist again and spinning you towards the throne in the center of the room. Already, Jamil was beginning to give out various commands to the now mind-controlled residents of the Scarabia Dorm. 

Quickly, you were placed into a sort of kneeling stance beside Jamil, a luciously ripe, red apple now within your hands. As you take a moment to blink in shock, one of the snakes wraps itself around your wrists, bringing you closer to Jamil’s face. “Mmmm….it pains me to see you reduced to this state, [Y/n].”  Jamil took a moment to take a bite of the apple within your palm, giving a pleased chuckle once he was finished that tickled the hairs on your arm and made them arise. His voice was more...alluring than normal. Powerful, even. Practically dripping with a madness and a passion you had never seen before. “A beautiful desert bloom such as yourself should be on the arm of the most powerful man in the world…”  Jamil snapped a finger, to which a random Scarabia resident stepped forward with a glittering golden crown. “Now, what do you say, my dear [Y/n]? Wouldn’t you care enough to fulfill the desires of your new Sultan?” You took a moment to ponder over your options. Grim, Kalim, Azul, Jade, and Floyd were all still out there. And given the intelligence and tenacity of Azul that you had seen before, all you could do was play along for now and simply pray that they would soon find you. Given this revelation, you turn your head a bit away from the man, as though being shy at being asked such a task. One of your fingers rose to fiddle with a lock of your hair, adding on to the sheepish appearance you now held.  “Ohhh….I don’t know, Jami-”  Jamil cleared his throat, allowing his head to go on a slant as his dark orbs locked with your glittering eyes. A smirk graced his lips as he gave out a hum at your adorable little expression. “Sultan, my diamond.”  Going along for the time being, you allow your head to turn a little bit closer to him. “Oh, of course...my dear Sultan Jamil!”  A pleased hum followed by a dark chuckle could be heard emanating from the male as he allowed a snake to slither around your waist. It lifted you up and placed you into his lap, a disheveled grunt escaping your lips from the move. Once you were repositioned, Jamil’s smirk grew as he was staring right at you. “It sounds so much better escaping those precious lips of yours, my dear….say it again.”  You couldn’t help but to snicker within your own mind. The real Jamil surely would have caught onto your ruse by now, but, you still played along. Batting your eyelashes in an innocent manner, you allowed your own head to slightly tilt. “Ohhh...my Sultan!”  Even the snakes that were a part of Jamil’s hair seemed to agree, craning their necks forward and beginning to allow their tiny, damp tongues to ‘tongue kiss’ your neck, in a sense of the word in praise. Jamil’s eyes widened slightly as his prior cocky smirk deepened into a truly enthralled grin. “Once more, little jewel?”  You place your hands onto his shoulders, further closing the distance between the two of you. “Ohhh, most intelligent...handsome…dark...Sultan Jamil…” You cooed this out, allowing your hands to lightly curl around the back of his neck. Jamil’s strong arms snaked around your waist, your mouths only mere centimeters apart now. His voice was humming and utterly abuzz with a psychotic glee and pleasure. “And...what of the others, hmmm?”  One of Jamil’s hands curls under your chin, tilting it up to face him head on. You lean in just a bit more, your voice hushing across his lips. “What others, Jamil?”  That was all Jamil needed to hear. His lips immediately made contact with yours, a vice grip enrapturing your hips as he held you even closer to him, almost as though he was afraid to let go. That forked tongue you saw earlier could be felt flickering over your bottom lips every now and again as he kissed you, as though begging you for an entrance. You playfully denied, simply keeping your head still whilst moving your lips in rhythm with his own. Once you had separated for air, Jamil breathlessly hushed out, “Now...that’s my little diamond in the rough.”  

(First time actually writing a fanfiction, lemme know what you guys think and feel free to give me suggestions on some more)

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Safer Sephiroth

Absolutely love the Super Nova move in this fight. Accordingly, I gave him Jupiter :p

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working with little kids is so dangerous. you get one kid who has a unique way of speaking & then spend the rest of your life with an internal monologue like “me’s go bathroom?”

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some more of the artwork from the legend of the spirit weapons 🪭

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my divorced parents

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You know I would really love to see your opinion of the Eternal Feminine and Faust in general, I don't think it's inherently trying to be feminist, though Faust is complicated for me and philosophies are really difficult to understand with the big terms and all, not that I would mind reading about it

For a while I had a lot of trouble trying to fit the obvious Faust references into my understanding of Madoka, mostly because although the eternal feminine is *trying* to be feminist and uplift women, it's absolutely sexist in a way that reeks of radfem and tradwife aesthetics prominent now. By saying women should be pure, angelic beings to be worshipped, it is simultaneously saying women who don't meet those standards are invalid. It reminds me a lot of the issues with girlboss type representation, which is honestly almost certainly intentional. Madoka's mom works her ass off and stays up late drinking to deal with the stress. Despite being objectively quite successful, it's taken a toll on her. And that's a parallel to the way that the show puts 14 year olds in charge of saving the world. It's frankly insane to act as if children should be in charge of this stuff, especially Madoka. She shouldn't have to be a pariah or have a savior complex. She's supposed to be able to just grow up like a normal kid with an equivalent level of privilege compared to boys.

Realizing that Rebellion is clearly an organic extension to the story really clears all this up. It makes you realize, "oh, the eternal feminine was in the series to take a jab at it, rather than to claim its correctness," which is important. I think that especially with Rebellion, the Faust themes are EXTREMELY important. Think about the nature of Faust's story, with the main character making a deal with the devil to prove his purity and faith, and compare that to Homura becoming a demon and rightly criticizing the nature of Madoka's new world. It's essentially saying that that purity wasn't actually a virtue in the first place. Madoka is very well-intentioned, but as I said, she shouldn't have to be in charge of anything. And much like radfem and tradwide ideologies, as well as girlboss stuff, it ends up reinforcing a broken system rather than bringing it down and replacing it with something better. It just says "we need women in charge of big corporations" rather than "big corporations by virtue of existing enforce patriarchy". Once you see the hypocrisy it's hard to unsee it.

Anyway, this deviates a little from the topic of the eternal feminine but I think all these things interconnect in a lot of ways so it's hard to talk about one without talking about how it connects to the rest. Tl;dr, I think the eternal feminine is a sexist ideology because although it tries to be feminist it ends up reinforcing existing problems. The reason it's in Madoka is to demonstrate its wrongness rather than to promote it.

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Can I ask for Sub Sebek with Soft!dom F!Reader? And if it's no big trouble could you also include breast worship(for reader) and loss of Virginity (for sebek)? Ty you for your time 🌹

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Content Warning: Sub!Sebek x Soft!dom F!Reader, breast/body worship, loss of virginity, sex being described as impure, sex. MDNI.

Characters Count: 14188

Author notes: Hehe, boobs.

The contrast between a reptile’s skin and a mammal’s is a fascinating thing. Cold-blooded creatures do not shiver; they do not sweat. Their warmth is not born within, but borrowed - stolen from sunlight, from stone, from the soft heat of something living. They cling, not out of desire, but out of need. Out of survival. Their hearts beat slower in the chill, their blood thickens, they become statues unless kissed by heat.

And yet, Sebek felt hot beneath you. Too hot.

Your thighs straddled his lap like a throne, your lips trailing deliberate, syrup-slow kisses across his mouth and jaw, painting him with the smeared hue of your favorite lipstick - yes, that color you’re thinking about, obscene on your tongue and divine on his skin. It left marks like welts, like ownership… and you could feel the burn of him through his clothes, the flush blooming beneath his collar, the tension trembling in his thighs.

Why? Was it because he was only half cold-blooded? A hybrid caught between the instinct to recoil and the shameful urge to melt? Was it the room, heavy with heat, thick with the scent of sweat and want, like a swamp about to boil? Or was it something worse?

Was it love?

Love - that vulgar warmth that even the reptilian cannot deny. That heat that worms into the marrow, bypassing logic, melting down defenses bred from instinct. Maybe it was that. Maybe you were the sun he never asked for but couldn't escape - and he, a creature built to endure the dark, now blistered beneath your touch. Or maybe it was fear. Maybe it was need. Maybe it was that sick, aching longing that made him burn from the inside out - a half-human boy caught in the trap of desire, unable to regulate the shame curling beneath his skin. Because the way he gasped when your lips brushed his throat - the way he gripped your waist, nails just barely held back - it wasn’t control. It was surrender. And it wasn’t clean, it wasn’t pure. It was primal. Ugly and yet… so beautiful.

He could no longer deny the ache - wretched and exquisite - that bloomed within him at the thought of your touch. For the first time in countless years, he allowed himself to feel... fragile. A terrifying revelation. Who would have ever imagined that the mighty sentinel of Draconia - the one who regarded the world as a garden of insects undeserving of his gaze - would now tremble like a fevered man in the arms of desire? Sebek’s pride crumbled at the altar of your presence. And there, in the hush between heartbeats, he became not not a protector, not even a man of reason - but a supplicant, kneeling before temptation’s throne.

His hands, usually so steady in the battlefield, began to shake as they wandered the forbidden terrain of your body, guided not by duty, but by longing. Every inch he dared to touch felt like a betrayal of the mask he had so carefully crafted - a noble facade screaming for restraint, decency, and honor. Yet his fingers continued their slow descent, as though each movement carried the weight of a sin already committed. With aching deliberation, he undid the delicate fastenings at the upper part of your garment, exposing a glimpse of your lace-bound chest. It was like uncovering a relic of forbidden divinity. Your breasts, gently cradled by black lace - elegant, ethereal - seemed to mock his self-control and sanctify his descent all at once. And in that moment, he did not think of conquest, nor hunger, nor even lust. Only to love you. To accept the terrible, beautiful undoing that love, in its sweetest form, demands.

For the first time in his life, Sebek stood face to face with the fate he had long denied - the crumbling of his celibacy, not by force nor folly, but by desire willingly embraced. It loomed before him; the temptation to surrender to the heat of longing, to the rhythm of colliding hips and grasping hands, clawed at his composure with the desperation of a man starved of warmth. And it frightened him. Not because he found the pleasures of the flesh repulsive - no, the thought of them was sweet as wine, thick as incense - but because of how real it all suddenly felt. No longer an abstract dream buried in adolescent shame or knightly vows, but a living, breathing truth that pulsed against him. It was not the act that terrified him, but the intimacy. The irrevocable bond it threatened to forge. The veil it would tear from the parts of himself he had so long guarded.

And you - you saw it all.

Gently, your fingers wandered up the firm line of his neck, pausing at his jaw, as if you were sculpting a man from stone. And then, without permission but with the mercy of someone who understood, you leaned in and stole a kiss from lips still parted in awe. It was a kiss that tasted of honey and hesitance, soft and solemn like a vow whispered in a ruined chapel. And Sebek felt the storm within him still… if only for a moment.

A flush crept across his cheeks like rose petals blooming in twilight. His breath grew heavy, drawn in short, uneven gasps as though the air itself had thickened with incense and temptation. And then his gaze - whether guided by fate or folly - fell upon the parting in your clothing, where silk gave way to bare skin, and shadow traced the softness it could not conceal.

Ah, how endearing he was - this proud knight, this stalwart guardian - still clinging to the illusion of gallantry, as though his flesh were incorruptible, immune to the ancient ache that plagued all men. He wore chastity like armor, polished and bright… but even steel melts when touched by flame. You let the fabric fall from your frame, each movement a prayer to the art of seduction. There was no haste, no shame - only the revelation of a body sculpted by moonlight and hidden behind garments too modest for its truth. And you, a living temptation, invited him not with words but with the silence of unveiled skin and the promise of shared ruin.

Sebek finally abandoned the brittle shell of restraint. He leaned in, his lips brushing the curve of your neck like a pilgrim kissing a saint bathed in sin. As he tasted your skin, warm and pulsing beneath his mouth, his fingers rose to the thin strip of lace that still dared to stand between you. He touched it as though removing it would unseal the final gate to a sanctum he had no right to enter, yet longed to perish within.

Bit by bit, garments surrendered to gravity and desire, falling in soft heaps upon the cold floor - fine shirts, tailored trousers unfastened with trembling fingers, and at last, even the final barrier, the delicate slip of cloth that veiled the most sacred part of you. All lay discarded like forgotten sacrifices offered upon the altar of this quiet moment of chaos. Sebek pressed you gently against the bed, hovering above you as though caught in the edge of a dream - one false move and it would shatter into ash. His eyes, wide with awe and veiled dread, drank in the sight of your bare form as if it were some holy vision granted only to the damned. There was terror in his gaze, yes… but also worship. And the trembling in his limbs betrayed a man moments from collapse.

You could not help the soft giggle that escaped your lips. How endearing he was, now reduced to breathless silence before the curve of your hips and the glow of your skin. With tender confidence, you reached for his hand - so strong in battle, yet now so unsure - and guided it to the gentle swell of your breast. His breath caught as his fingers brushed against you, the warmth of your skin searing into his palm like a brand. The shape, so firm, so alive beneath his touch, stirred something dangerous within him.

How obscene it felt. How utterly intoxicating.

He dared to squeeze gently, as though afraid he might wake from this moment. And when your breath hitched - just slightly - he cursed under it. Cursed his weakness. Cursed the way his body betrayed him, growing hard with need, pulsing with longing. Pervert, he called himself inwardly. Beast. And yet… he did not pull away. For in that forbidden touch - tainted and tender - there was something he had never known before: the sweetness of surrender, the ache of desire wrapped in velvet shame. And he was beginning to crave it.

In that moment, reason unraveled like smoke in the wind - useless, distant, irrelevant. What place did logic have in a world where skin met skin, and breath came in ragged, holy intervals? All that remained was instinct… and you. Sebek began to press into you, slowly, as though entering a sanctuary not meant for mortal trespass. His body, usually rigid with pride and discipline, now folded into yours with a desperation that was nearly prayerful. He buried his face into the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent as though it could anchor him to reality. But the truth was - he was already drowning.

The sensation overwhelmed him. Your warmth enveloped him in a way that no dream, no thought, no lonely night could have ever prepared him for. It was blinding, maddening - intoxicating beyond anything he had imagined. It felt like a dam breaking inside him, his breath caught between a gasp and a groan as he fought against the pulse that urged him to give in too soon.

Not yet, he told himself, clinging to self-control like a man gripping the last rung of a crumbling ladder. And then - he looked at you: Eyes wide, uncertain, filled with the fragility of someone on the edge of ruin. He searched your face for permission, for direction - anything to reassure him that this was real, that he was not defiling something sacred beyond redemption. He was no longer the one in command. He was a follower now, a disciple kneeling at the altar of your grace.

And then you smiled.

Oh, that smile. That ethereal, beautiful smile - a curve of the lips that no mortal woman could bear. It was the smile of a goddess beckoning her devotee into divine sin, and he understood in that instant that there was no return. No turning back to the safety of chastity or the silence of lonely nights. He had crossed a threshold, and on the other side stood not shame - but transformation. As he began to move in a pathetic, sloppy dance, it was not lust that ruled him, but awe. You were not merely a lover at that moment. You were his salvation  and his fall - all in one. And he welcomed the fall.

Once more, his lips found their way to your chest, as though drawn by some kind of spell from a succumbus. There, nestled between the soft rise and fall of your breath, Sebek abandoned the last remnants of his restraint. No longer the conflicted servant nor the flustered youth, he gave himself over to the hunger he had so long buried in silence.

He latched onto the peak of your breast with a fervor that was almost primal, his sharp fae-born teeth grazing the delicate skin, nipping gently and leaving behind a trail of crimson kisses and blossoming bruises. Love marks, yes, but also proof: that he had touched heaven and would not leave it unchanged. That he had tasted divinity and left his seal behind.

All the while, his hips continued their rhythm, a steady, trembling cadence of need. Each thrust was like he was begging for release, a confession buried in flesh. And still he remained buried against your chest, lost in the warmth of your skin, in the scent of sweat and sweetness, his body shivering with the intensity of it all - lust and something dangerously close to love.

And you, ever so gentle, cradled his head in your hands, fingers combing through his hair with soothing care. You whispered to him, not with mockery, but with tenderness - soft praise falling from your lips like blessings. "Good boy," you murmured, voice like velvet on his fevered skin. "You’re doing so good, Sebby.~"

Your words, so intimate, so pure in their affection, struck something raw and beautiful within him. His moans grew louder, unashamed, a messy harmony of pleasure and need. There was nothing composed about him now - only a man stripped bare of armor and fear, drowning in a tide of feeling he had never learned to name. For all his mess, all his clumsiness, Sebek was full of devotion - of a feeling that spilled from him in groans, in touch, in unrestrained affection. He had never known how to hold gently… but here, in your arms, he learned.

And he clung to that lesson like salvation.

With a final cry - half agony, half ecstasy - Sebek surrendered fully to the storm. His body arched, trembling like a temple struck by lightning, and he spilled himself deep within you, a broken melody torn from his throat as he moaned, loud and unashamed, into the moonlight that bathed the room. His eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, sweat beading along his brow like holy dew. He looked divine in that moment - ruined, trembling, sanctified by pleasure.

You watched him with something between pride and amusement, admiring the way his features twisted in vulnerable bliss. You hadn’t expected him to last so long - virgins, after all, rarely do. But he had surprised you. Not just with endurance, but with depth, with feeling, with the sheer raw intensity that now pulsed through every inch of his trembling frame. Tenderly, you prepared to rise, already thinking of the comforts you might offer him - a cool glass of water, a warm cloth, your arms to cradle him until sleep claimed him in soft silence. He had earned that rest, hadn’t he? Your brave, flustered knight.

But then - he stopped you.

Before your thoughts could take form, you felt his lips press against yours, desperate and breathless. And beneath you, his length - still buried within your warmth - twitched, and then… moved. You gasped softly into his kiss, startled by the motion, by the insistent promise it carried. Oh, sweet fool. You had believed he would be content with only a single taste of paradise?

His hands now held you tighter, his body regaining strength even as it quivered with oversensitivity. There was something wild in his eyes - something like hunger. The gates of pleasure had not only been crossed… they had been shattered. And now, like a dragon roused from slumber, Sebek had no intention of retreating.

Not yet.

Not until he had memorized every sound you made. Not until he had carved his love into every part of you.

[bernkastel11]

private study session

i have a shit ton of uni work but is writing smut of this man more important i think so

i live and breathe for asshole malleus y’all don’t even understand that man is a smug bastard

synopsis: your grades have been plummeting. bad. so much so that if you don’t improve, you might have to end up retaking the yearーwhich you definitely don’t want. no matter how hard you study and revise by yourself, nothing seems to stick. that was until you built up the courage to ask your close friend, malleus, if he could tutor you.

warnings: smut/nsfw, degrading, choking, lowkey hate sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex, mating press, reader is afab but no gender or pronouns are explicitly specified

word count: 2.8k

“oh-ho? and what makes you believe that my time will not be wasted?“

“it won’t, i swear! …please, malleus, just this once. i might have to retake the year if i don’t improve.” you shifted your feet nervously, continuing your embarrassing attempt at trying to convince the dragon fae to lend you just a slither of his intelligence. you weren’t one to beg, but at this pointーyou had to. of course, being the only non-magic student to have miraculously enrolled into NRC, it was a given your grades would be subparーbut not to this extent.

"and we certainly don’t want that, do we?”

malleus’s tone was condescending, apparently relishing the sight of you pleading for his help in front of him. his lips curved into a grin, and he cocked his head to one side. “i mean… that would be unfortunate if you needed to repeat the year. i do enjoy the lessons i have with you, child of man.”

your eyes widened as if he were finally giving in to your wish, like a puppy seeing a treat for the first time. “then? then…!? will you help me, malleus?”

malleus seemed thoughtfully contemplative for a few seconds. you were sure you saw a glimpse of something in his eyes for a single second. something menacing.

“fine. i’ll accept your request, child of man. you’re quite the lucky one, you know? not everyone can say that they’ve had me as their personal tutor.”

personal tutor, huh? it didn’t sound bad when he put it like that.

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