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duskvsdawn · 3 days ago

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Who's my good puppy?

Seible, your puppy, has been really clingy the last few days. You wonder what's wrong? And then, it clicks in your mind what's been going on.

Contains: female reader, puppy hybrid Seible, soft dom reader and sub Seible, some fluff but mostly smut, cause uh your puppy seems to be in heat and obviously you want to help him with that, the word "mommy" gets used a lot, marathon sex because poor boy is so needy

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≫ A/N: My loveliest, sweetest @kyumikuromi suggested I write something for Seible when I told her I didn't know what to write. And I don't know why, but a horny puppy Seible was instantly what came to mind? And @sinsdreams really loves Seible too (and I love them even more than they love Seible, but don't tell them that), so I hope both of you will enjoy <3

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"Reeeaaaaderrrrr~" Seible said for the millionth time in the past few days. He happily skips over to you to lay his head on your lap. You put down your phone to give your lovely puppy some head scratches. The second your hand touches his head to scratch him behind his ears, his tail flops around like crazy.

"You're so needy these past few days, what's gotten into you?" you ask him as he nuzzles his face even harder against your tummy. He leaves some kisses on your thighs as he tries his best to wrap his arms around you tightly, despite the position. "N-nothing! I just love you very, very much!" your puppy replies, hanging his ears in shame. "You know if something's on your mind, you can tell me, right? I won't judge you, no matter what you tell me," you say as you entangle your hand in his to hopefully comfort him a little bit. "I-I know! Nothing's wrong, don't worry!" your puppy replies as a massive blush starts appearing on his face. You weren't stupid; you knew something was going on, but you didn't want to push him too far. Maybe it was something he was really ashamed of sharing with you, so you let him be for now.

In the following days, he became even more clingy than that one day when both of you chilled on the couch. He would follow you around the house 24/7, constantly demanding kisses and cuddles. With every single touch, his tail would wag so hard you were thinking it was going to fall off at some point, and he would be a stuttering and blushy mess. You had asked him once more what was going on in that pretty head of his, but he wouldn't budge. At this point, you had some suspicions about what might be going on, but you weren't sure.

It was a hot summer's night, and you had been tossing and turning a lot in your sleep the last few days because of the humid heat that lingered in the house. Normally, you were a very heavy sleeper, but the weather changed that. And then you heard it. It sounded like something between a whimper and a moan. You could tell he was trying his best to keep quiet so as to not wake you. But you were wide awake now, but pretended to still be sleeping. The sounds kept rolling from his lips, and you now knew for certain what the issue had been all along; he was in heat. You listened to his deprived whimpers for a little longer, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the minute. You peeked one eye open, taking your chances and hoping he wouldn't notice you were awake just yet, and you took a good look at him. The sight before you made you so drenched that you knew your panties were soaked at this point. He was sitting against the headboard and had one of your shirts bunched up into his mouth to keep himself quiet as he was aggressively fisting his erection. Seems he had also fished one of your used panties out of the laundry basket and held it close to his face so he would be surrounded by your scent. You noticed it was the shirt that you had worn today as well, and that one got drenched in sweat by the middle of the afternoon. You wondered how long he had been at it, but you assumed it was the second you went to sleep. You also assumed he had been doing this for days now, ever since his rut started. The poor boy didn't want to bother you with this and instead seemed to want to take care of his "problem" on his own. It also now made sense to you why he placed his head on your lap so much; he wanted to smell you. All of you.

You decided you had left him in his own world for long enough, and you snuggled up closer to your puppy. You placed one hand around the hand that was fisting his cock, and his eyes flew open. You locked eyes for a little bit, and he really looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"It all makes sense now," you said as you sat up straight. "I-it's not... No! It's not what you think!" your puppy stammered, hanging his ears in shame as he tried to hide your panties and your shirt and cover himself with the blanket, but you stopped him. He was so ashamed that he was close to crying at this point, and the fact that you didn't want him to hide it from you made him both happy but also even hornier. He didn't even know what he was feeling right now; it all felt like too much.

"I now understand why you've been so clingy these last few days; you're in a rut, aren't you?" you asked as one thumb gently rubbed over his cheek to wipe a tear of shame away that eventually spilt over. Your boyfriend stayed quiet as a few more tears spilt over. And then, the dam broke. He was sobbing at this point as you held him close, wiping and kissing his tears away. "Shh, shh... It's okay, my sweet puppy. You should have told me, I would have helped you out sooner," you said with a reassuring smile as you gently forced him to look into your eyes, which he was frantically trying to avoid.

"But... But it's so embarrassing! I didn't want to bother you with it! I didn't want you to think of me as a total pervert or something!" your boyfriend choked out between tears. "Oh, sweetie, I would never think that of you. It's normal hybrid behaviour, I expected this to happen sooner or later. I really don't mind helping you with your rut, I promise," you whispered into his ear as one hand sneaked over to his aching cock. It was leaking so much that it was drenched, and it looked really red and angry at this point, begging to be touched. The second your hand wrapped around his dick, your puppy mewled and hid his face in your neck.

"Hurts so much, mommy... Hurts... I need... I need..." your boyfriend moaned as your hand started a slow but steady rhythm. "Tell mommy what you need, and she'll give it to you, okay?" you said as your hand sped up a little bit as you relished in the desperate sounds your puppy was making. "N-no! It's okay! It's too embarrassing! You don't have to help me, I promise! I'll take care of it myself so you can sleep, don't worry!" the puppy whined while your hand sped up once again. His breathing got heavier, and by his trembling thighs, you could tell he was getting closer. You moved around so you could place your mouth over his leaking cockhead so you could catch the load that he would be releasing any second now. The moment he felt your mouth around his aching cock, he fell apart with a sound that sounded like a mix between a needy whimper and a whine. His fingers dug into your scalp while the white, pearly liquid filled your mouth, which you swallowed greedily. And then, your puppy went limp. The fact that it was a release you caused, and not his own hands, filled him with such a sense of relief. But his cock stayed firm, still begging for attention.

You sat up straight again and looked into his eyes. They were practically filled with hearts as he looked at you with such adoration. "Oh dear, seems you're still hard. I guess I'll have to take care of that, hm?" you chuckled as you slid your panties down your legs and went to sit on his lap. He could feel your wetness staining his legs, and it made the poor boy drool at this point. Your scent was so overwhelming to him that he felt dizzy with need. "Like I said, tell me what you need, and I will give it to you. No judgement. Use me however you need, I promise I don't mind," you said as you leaned forward to wrap your arms around him tightly and gave him a passionate kiss. Your puppy was so surprised by your willingness to help him that he gasped, and you took the chance to slip your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues never really battled when kissing; he always gave in the second yours entered his mouth, and today was no different. Your puppy whined as you kissed; you could tell he was getting impatient, and he needed much, much more.

You slid your tongue out of his mouth, and your puppy whimpered once more. But when he noticed what you were about to do, his tail flopped against the bed furiously in excitement. One hand wrapped around his cock as you lined him up with your soaking pussy. You slammed down hard and set a brutal and steady rhythm. The sounds your boyfriend was making as you fucked him were like music to your ears; you had never heard him this desperate and deprived before. His hands shot towards your hips to hold them tightly and help you move up and down. He hid his face in your neck to leave lots of hickeys and bite marks there.

"Hmm, want to mark me up, huh? Don't worry, my sweet darling, mommy ain't going anywhere," you said between moans as your puppy put his feet flat on the mattress to give himself some footing and thrust up into you furiously. "Mommy, you feel so good... So, so good. I can't- fuck... Can't... think... straight..." Seible moaned as his speech became slurred, losing himself to the overwhelming amount of pleasure he was receiving. You were no better, however. Sex with him always felt incredible, but seeing your boyfriend so needy for you somehow made it that much more intense, which lit a bonfire in your lower stomach. You held onto him tightly as you kissed him passionately once more. It was messy, sloppy, and heated. Your puppy started moaning even louder now; you could tell he was getting close by how hard he was gripping your hips and biting into your neck even harder.

"That's right, my sweet puppy, let go. Fill me up. Breed me. Give me every single load you got," you moaned as you could feel yourself getting closer as well. One hand moved down towards your clit so you could rub it in time with his thrusts, and it made your orgasm rush towards you that much faster. "Mommy... Can't- can't hold it. I need to... Fuck... I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Seible whimpered as he unloaded himself into you, and your own orgasm washed over you as well, but you kept moving to completely milk him dry. Your boyfriend whined in overstimulation, but still, he wasn't going down. He needed way, way more than this, and you were happy to oblige.

The puppy slumped over a bit, relishing in the afterglow. But when you got off his lap and got on all fours in front of him, presenting your pussy to him, which was oozing his cum, a second wind hit him and he was behind you faster than you can say "come here". He wrapped his arms around your middle and shoved himself inside of you with a loud moan. He set an animalistic pace as more sounds of pure pleasure and desperation bubbled from his throat continuously. The pace was so harsh that the bed whined and creaked beneath you, and you were wondering if you would be breaking it in the upcoming days. He readjusted himself so he would be touching even more skin against skin with you. His mouth was on your back and your neck the entire time. Licking up your sweat, kissing you, biting you and giving you even more hickeys. He knew you weren't lying when you said you weren't going anywhere, but he just had to make sure. If anyone would ever try to make a move on you, they would see you belonged to him, and only him. It was pure animal instinct, after all; you can't blame him.

You could feel his grip around your waist tightening as his pace became erratic. He didn't want to leave you hanging, however, so one hand moved towards your clit to rub it at a fast pace. You moaned even louder now; you could feel your own orgasm approaching fast, as you could tell your boyfriend was trying his best to hold himself off for a tiny bit longer so he could cum together with you. He could tell you were so close to spilling over now, you didn't have to let him know; he knew your body so well after all. You threw your head back as your orgasm wrecked you, and your puppy wasted no time in filling you up. After both of you rode out your orgasm, he pulled out of you, but to his surprise, he was still hard. He had a look of horror on his face when he realised this; there was no way it still didn't go down. When you noticed what was going on, you reassured him once more.

"I told you, it's okay, my sweet puppy. We will go all night if we have to. I want your needs to be met. And we will do the very same in the upcoming days, okay?" you said softly between kisses. "I think at this point there is one position that would be so fitting for the occasion, don't you think?" you said with a wink as you lay down on your back. Your puppy instantly got the hint and moved on top of you after he pushed your legs towards your chest.

He slid in easily and fast, due to the cum he had already painted your walls white with. He just couldn't get enough of you. The constant urge for more of you just wouldn't disappear. Your puppy set a brutal pace once more as he enjoyed the way your pussy clamped down on him so hard. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held on for dear life as he was busy fucking you senseless. His face was in your neck once more, on the other side this time, to mark you up some more as his pace never relented. The room was filled with the smell of sex as your sounds of pleasure bounced off the walls. It had been a while since both of you had fucked so much during one night, and you had a feeling this would be the case for many days to come. The puppy could feel his orgasm approaching once more, but he wanted to get you there with him. He knew it would take a bit longer to get you towards your own orgasm, which was usually the case during multiple rounds, but he didn't mind edging himself a little bit if it meant your own satisfaction was at play. He angled his hips downwards so his dick would be rubbing against your clit with every move he made. Slowly but surely, you could feel your climax getting closer and closer, and Seible could tell by the sound of your moans changing as your nails clawed at his back and your walls kept clamping down on him harder. When your orgasm washed over you, it hit you so hard that you squirted all over your boyfriend, and your eyes rolled back into your head. Seible wasted no time filling you up once more, letting out a loud and desperate moan as he did so.

He collapsed on top of you, and he could finally feel his cock going limp. He rolled over to lie down next to you with much effort, whining in overstimulation as his dick slid out of you. Both of you just lay there for a bit, struggling to catch your breath and steady your beating hearts. Your puppy snuggled up to you nice and tight and let out a satisfied sigh. "Thank you for tonight, mommy. I feel so much better... Are you sure you don't mind helping me for the next few days?" your puppy asked you as one hand drew lazy circles on your tummy. "I told you, it's okay, and I would love to help you out. You shouldn't have to face this alone. I can only imagine what it must be like for you. It must be super intense. If it were me, I would love to get some help as well. So, no, I really don't mind, I promise," you whispered as you left a few kisses on top of his head. Your puppy thanked you once more as he spooned you and soon drifted up to sleep. You gave him a few more kisses until you were sure he was in dreamland.

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duskvsdawn · 3 days ago

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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm delicious food omnomnom. doppi is such a cutie and so hot NNNGGGHHHHH

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ my sweet escape with you ]❜

ft. doppio dropscythe x f! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ doppio calls you while away on retreat because he misses you┊1.3k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub doppi┊established relationship, phone sex, masturbation, pillow humping

➤ author's note: i hate hate hate this so much like how did it take me so long to finish this when the final product is barely over a thousand words oh my godddd how do people get like 10k word counts teach me your ways

his call found you fresh out of the shower with a towel thrown around your neck to catch the water dripping from your hair, intending to finish the night with a movie after a long day, not knowing where answering him was going to take you. “doppi? i thought ver was going to confiscate everyone’s phone for the night and that you wouldn’t be able to call,” you asked, laying lazily on your stomach before reaching over the remote to flip on the television to play in the background.

your boyfriend was sent off with his student council friends to chaperone an overnight trip for a club of underclassmen, which wasn’t something he wanted to spend his time doing when he could be spending it with you instead (he was whining like he was would be gone for an entire week rather than just the weekend), but it’s part of his responsibilities as the enforcer to be keeping an eye out for rule-breakers who might be sneaking in alcohol or something of the sort. although, you weren’t quite sure how effective he is at his job when he was contacting you right now during a retreat that was supposed to be free of electronics.

“heh, i gave him one of my old phones that doesn’t work anymore— he didn’t check or search me, so i’m pretty proud to say i got away with it, as expected!”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes with a chuckle, able to hear the pride in his voice and could easily picture his iconic winning smirk on his face from outsmarting the beloved student council president. “that’s so typical of you… so, what did you do today? anything interesting enough to tell?”

“well, you know, regular camping stuff… we went hiking and fishing and stuff…”

“did you catch anything?”

“a little minnow, but we released it.”

he didn’t sound too interested in talking about his day, which made you quirk an eyebrow in confusion before you smiled, “you didn’t call me to give me an update, did you?”

there was silence for a moment, “no… i just really missed you… like, really missed you…”

“aww, really? i miss you too,” you sighed, stretching out an arm onto the side of the bed where he usually lay, cold without the weight of his body, whose temperature always ran hotter than yours, on top of it. there was an edge of desire in his voice, one that you were more than happy to match, “the bed is so empty without you next to me…”

you could hear his voice hitch, breathing steadily becoming louder and more uneven, “i wish i was with you right now…”

“doppi, did you call me because you let your imagination run too wild and now need my help?” you asked sweetly with an almost sinister smirk on your face. he’s too easy to read, even over the phone.

“‘m sorry…” he muttered, “i just miss you so much…”

“yeah, we already established that,” you giggled, feeling a sudden rush of heat to your core at the thought of your boyfriend alone in his cabin on top of a bunk while the other boys were off doing whatever, wrapped up in thin blankets as he vigorously fists his spit-slicked cock to the thought of you.

“i-i thought i would’ve been okay without you for one night, but…” he made a slight hissing sound, sucking in air through his teeth.

“you’re so needy… do you wanna hear what i’m wearing right now?” you waited for him to hum in agreement before continuing, “i’m wearing one of your shirts right now, the hideously bright green one the school handed out back in march.”

“thought you hated that shirt.”

“i do, but you wore it right before you left, so it smells like you,” you admitted, grabbing onto the pillow he would usually rest his head on, and pulling it close to you. the smell of his natural musk and his spiced shampoo were starting to fill your senses, making you start to feel dizzy with want. “now i’m really starting to miss you…”

as if your newfound desire was possessing your entire body, you found yourself moving to straddle the pillow, your thighs brushing against the plush material as you gave an experimental roll of your hips. you haven’t done this in a long time, nor has it ever really crossed your mind until now. there was never any reason to when doppio was always at arm’s length, all you had to do was pull him by the sleeves and run upstairs with him, but now, you had to make-do with what you had.

it took you a moment to find the right pace, going along with the rhythm of his breathing coming from your phone which was now tossed to the side with the speaker turned on because the device kept slipping from your shoulder. on the other side, he was doing something similar, biting into his pillow with his hand shoved into his pants. the others were at the bonfire, telling ghost stories and toasting marshmallows for s’mores, and thankfully, they aren’t going to be back at the cabin for another forty-five minutes at least. he wasn’t as spoiled as you were, surrounded by his belongings and able to use them to help get you off— all he had with his imagination. you didn’t tell him what you were doing, but you didn’t need to, not when he could hear the soft moans and sighs slipping from your lips.

your underwear was nearly completely soaked through at this rate with the sticky mess of arousal building up and making you wetter than a slip ‘n slide. it was the only thing preventing you from dripping onto the pillow itself, but at this rate, you weren’t sure if it was entirely preventable when you were grinding on it the way that you were.

all you could hear was the sound of your boyfriend’s low groans, the television now seeming so far away when you’re wrapped up in your own little world, thighs trembling and eyes closed in complete focus of reaching your orgasm. it’s coming to you a surprisingly lot faster than you originally anticipated, but perhaps it’s because you have now developed more consistent movements that had your clit rubbing against the fabric at a perfect angle and sending jolts of electricity up your spine.

“fuck, doppi…” you whined, as if he was really there with you. he wishes he was there with you, there isn’t anything more he wants in the moment. he wants to be there, watching you with lustful eyes, helping you grind on his abs that had more structure than that floppy pillow you were using, or thrusting his cock into your weeping cunt so that you would cry out his name louder than ever.

his mind went blank as his peak washed over him at the thought, his hips jerking into his hand once more before finishing with a cloudy white covering his hand once he pulled it from his pants. his breathing was heavy, chest heaving as he grabbed a bunch of tissues to clean himself off.

you followed mere seconds after him, your own hand covering your mouth to stop yourself from making so much noise. you practically collapsed on the spot, your legs feeling like jelly, and fell over to lie on the bed after the sudden exertion of energy, skin shiny with sweat that made you shiver when the air conditioner kicked on.

there was a moment of silence before you sighed, “now i have to take another shower, i feel so gross and slimy right now…”

“i bet you still look beautiful though.”

“only you would think that.”

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duskvsdawn · 4 days ago

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as someone who suffers from insomnia a lot, this is such a nice read T_T

A sfw request, but maybe kaelix or seible w and s/o that keeps waking up at night from insomnia or nightmares? inpo: me at the moment of typing this after a night or waking up when i didnt want to LOL

⋆.˚Kaelix

The hours feel cruel. Each tick of the clock digs into you, reminding you how long you’ve been awake, how far you are from morning. You close your eyes, open them, roll onto your side, roll back again. The sheets tangle around your legs, the pillow grows hot against your cheek, and still, sleep refuses to come.

Beside you, Kaelix hasn’t stirred much, though you know he isn’t fully gone to sleep. He never really is—not with you. His awareness lingers in the quiet, subtle but constant, and it takes only the small hitch of your breath for him to shift closer. The mattress dips beneath his weight, and a cool hand brushes over your arm before slipping into your palm. His fingers curl around yours—light, deliberate, grounding.

“Again?” His voice is soft in the dark, carrying no judgment, no irritation. Just quiet acknowledgment.

You swallow, nodding against the pillow. He doesn’t ask what you were dreaming about, doesn’t press for an explanation of the restlessness clawing at you. Instead, he eases you toward him, guiding you with that same steady patience he always carries. “Come here,” he murmurs, and though the words are whispered, they leave no room for hesitation.

You fit against him easily, your forehead against his collarbone, your body sliding into the curve of his chest. His arm drapes low across your waist, not too tight, not suffocating—just present, a band of quiet strength tethering you in place. He rests his chin lightly against your hair, and for a moment, the world feels smaller.

The silence between you stretches, but it’s not empty. His breathing fills it—slow, deliberate, measured. You feel it rise and fall against you, steady waves pushing gently at the edges of your anxiety. You try to follow, but your own chest stutters, too caught in the uneven rhythm of panic. He notices, of course he does.

“Breathe with me,” he says softly, and this time, he shows you how. You feel his inhale expand his chest beneath your cheek, steady and unhurried, and then the long release of it against your hair. You close your eyes, trying to mimic him. Once, twice—you stumble, but he doesn’t rush you. He just repeats, patient, until your lungs fall in time with his.

Still, the tightness lingers, and Kaelix shifts slightly, the sound that leaves him next so low you feel it before you hear it. He hums—not a song, not anything recognizable, just quiet tones meant to fill the space. The sound vibrates through his chest where your body rests against him, a gentle resonance that lulls rather than demands attention. It seeps into you like warmth, like the softest kind of spell woven in the dark.

His thumb strokes along the back of your hand where he still holds it, slow and steady, an anchor. His lips brush the crown of your head as he murmurs, “You don’t have to force it. Sleep will come when it’s ready. Until then, I’ll keep you here.”

Something in you eases at that. The weight pressing against your ribs lightens, your body softening against his as exhaustion finally drags you down, inch by inch. The nightmare’s claws loosen, your racing thoughts dulled by his steadiness, his warmth, his presence.

Kaelix doesn’t stop when you begin to drift. He continues humming, the sound a low lull that keeps the dark at bay. His hand stays wrapped around yours, his arm steady at your waist, holding you secure until your breathing evens out.

When your body finally grows heavy with real sleep, Kaelix presses the faintest kiss into your hair. He doesn’t close his eyes right away, doesn’t surrender to the dark until he’s sure you’re deep enough that it won’t snatch you back. Only then does he let himself relax, still wrapped around you, still tethering you in place.

To anyone else, the night is long and cruel. But in Kaelix’s arms, it passes quietly, softened by the way he keeps you close, humming you into safety until morning comes.

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Seible

The dream spits you out violently, leaving your chest heaving like you’ve run a marathon. For a moment you just stare into the dark ceiling above, body tense, skin damp with the faint sheen of sweat. Your throat feels tight, too dry to scream, too raw to swallow the panic clawing up. You know it was a dream, you know, but the images won’t stop playing behind your eyelids.

You turn onto your side, careful not to disturb the body sleeping beside you. But Seible’s never been good at sleeping through your restlessness. The mattress dips as he stirs, a soft grunt slipping from his throat before his arm instinctively searches for you.

“Hey,” he mumbles, voice low and warm with sleep. His hair sticks up in every direction, his face soft in the glow from the clock. “What’s goin’ on? You okay?”

You don’t answer right away, pressing your palms to your eyes as if you can erase what’s burned there. His concern sharpens instantly, and before you can even breathe out a shaky word, Seible is pushing himself up on one elbow, his free hand cupping your shoulder.

“Was it a nightmare?” he asks quietly. He’s not teasing, not brushing it off—he just wants to know.

You nod once, shaky, and he doesn’t waste another second. “C’mere,” he murmurs, tugging you into his chest. His arms wrap around you fully, enveloping you in his warmth. He’s always run hot, and now it feels like sinking into something safe and solid, like pressing against a wall that nothing else can get through. His cheek nudges against your own, his grip tightening like he could squeeze the fear out of you.

For a while you just stay there, your ear and cheek pressed against his. His hand rubs slowly up and down your back, the motion uneven, sometimes clumsy, but steadying in its own way. He doesn’t rush you, doesn’t fill the silence with noise. He just lets you cling, lets you breathe.

Eventually, when your breathing evens just a little, he tips his head back. “Want to tell me about it?” he asks. The question’s soft, almost tentative, like he doesn’t want to push you, but he wants to carry it with you if you’ll let him.

So you do. Halting at first, you murmur the shapes of the dream into your shared breath, words low and unsteady. He listens like it’s the most important thing in the world—no interruptions, no impatience. Just little hums of acknowledgment, his hand tracing slow circles along your back as though he could rub away the weight of it.

When you falter, when the images catch in your throat, he tilts your chin gently, eyes heavy with sleep but open and clear for you. “Hey. It wasn’t real. Just me here. Just us.” His lips curve into a tired grin, trying to lighten the air. “The only monsters in this bed are me and...your cold feet.”

The laugh that slips from you is small, but it’s real, and his smile widens like it’s the best thing he’s ever pulled off. He presses a kiss to your temple—quick, unpolished, but tender—and then buries you back into his chest like he’s shielding you from the world.

The night stretches on, but it no longer feels hostile. Seible keeps talking, his voice hushed and warm in your ear. He tells you about the dumbest things—how he once dropped an entire plate of food face-down in the floor, how he can never get his hair to stay down, how he thought about getting up earlier to check the fridge but decided you’d yell at him for waking you. The stories don’t matter, but his voice fills the space until your mind can’t spiral anymore.

Somewhere between his steady rambling and the slow drag of his thumb across your side, your eyelids grow heavy. He feels it—the way your body softens, your breathing evens—and his words trail off, replaced by the gentle press of his lips against your hair.

“Sleep, baby,” he whispers, his arms tightening one last time. “I got you. Promise.”

And when you finally do, it’s in the cocoon of his warmth, every fear and shadow outside the circle of his embrace fading into nothing. Seible stays awake longer than he should, just to be sure, his chin resting atop your head, his hand still rubbing idly against your back. He doesn’t let go, not even when sleep finally claims him too.

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duskvsdawn · 4 days ago

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so, i have 2 fics coming up somewhere soon. i really enjoy writing again, actually. i am not going to give any spoilers this time, except that one of them was sort of a request by one of my friends on twitter <3

#meli writes #meli is happy for once #writing is fun again #yippee!

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duskvsdawn · 5 days ago

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Despite everything, it's still you

You had been through so much that you were convinced you weren't deserving of love. Even if your boyfriend showered you in love and support over and over, the thoughts were still there. So you ended it. You decided that being alone was better, but he wouldn't let you.

Contains: female reader, angst, comfort/fluff, smut, lots and lots of loving nicknames for you and he will not fucking let go of you ever, marathon sex because you missed each other so much.

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≫ A/N: So, at the start, we dive right in. The first part hits so close to home that I actually cried as I was writing this. I bet that even if Zeal can be a total freak, he would definitely be the gentlest of lovers and be able to make you feel more at ease.

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"Reader, you can't possibly be serious about this, right? You're just breaking it off, just like that, after all we've been through? I love you more than anything else in the world. I will do everything I can to make you happy, you know that. Please tell me this is some sort of cruel joke..." Zeal said, close to tears and feeling incredibly hurt after what you just told him. "I'm sorry, I have to do this for your sake. I love you so much it hurts. But it hurts even more to be loved. It's unfamiliar and terrifying. And I'm sure it would be better if..." you said through tears, "it would be better if you were able to find someone who isn't as broken as me. Someone who doesn't carry as much mental baggage. I love you so, so much... I want the best for you..." you continued, the tears not stopping anytime soon. Zeal took a step forward to give you a hug, but you stepped back and turned around. "Please... Don't do this. Please don't make it any harder for me than it already is... Please... Just go," you whispered, covering your face with your hands.

Zeal's hand just kind of uncomfortably floated in the air for a bit, not sure what to do now. He didn't want to upset you more. Should he push a little further and shower you with affection to show you that you are deserving of love in hopes you would change your mind, or will that make you angrier and even more sad? Should he pack up his things and leave quietly? He really didn't know what to do, so his subconscious decided to do both things. He placed his hand on your shoulder for a little bit and then went upstairs to pack the essentials. He would be leaving a few things there, like a shirt that you always loved seeing on him, and a bottle of his cologne, in case you wanted him close somewhat even if he wasn't there. He didn't tell you about leaving these things upstairs, but you would find out soon enough. He walked back downstairs, hanging his head low and occasionally wiping some tears from his face. He put his bags next to the door and tried to approach you one final time.

"Darling... I truly do love you. I just wish you would believe me. I really don't want to leave, but if you feel it's the best, I will respect your wishes... I... I... I love you so much, and I will miss you even more..." your boyfriend whispered, taking a step closer once more to hug you from behind. You wanted to swat his arms away so badly. You wanted to yell at him to just fucking get out of there already, but you didn't. It all hurt so much. Seeing him so sad hurt you, feeling his love hurt you, and you absolutely despised yourself. But you were sure about this. You know you would be sick to your stomach and absolutely miserable without him, but you wanted the best for the bartender. In your own fucked up way, this felt like the only option to preserve the love between the two of you until he would inevitably grow tired of your mood swings and depressed thoughts, and actually leave you on his own accord. This would haunt you forever, but it truly felt like the best thing to do.

"I love you, too. And that's why I'm letting you go now. I wish you all the best and... And I hope you can be happy without me in your life," you said, uncontrollably sobbing now. You relished in his touch one final time, enjoying the feeling of his arms around you for a little longer until you gently pushed his arms away from you and stormed upstairs, slamming the door of your once shared bedroom to drop yourself on the bed as you cried your eyes out. Zeal could hear you crying even harder from here, and he weighed the options in his head once more about whether he should pursue his love for you, but he ultimately decided against it. Still wiping tears from his eyes, he took his bags and quietly left the house. Then, you noticed a familiar scent. He had left that shirt on the bed for you, sprayed with his favourite cologne. You cried even harder now, hugging it closely to your chest as you lay on the bed in a fetal position while it felt like your heart was being ripped straight out of your chest.

That was months ago now. You had hoped you would have been able to move on, but you simply couldn't. Not when your love for him was so strong. And it didn't help that he still sent you a text daily where he said how much he loved you. He really couldn't move on, either. He missed you so incredibly much that it hurt him to his very core. Oh, what he would do to see your face again and hold you in his arms as he would gently stroke your hair to tell you that everything is going to be alright. He had debated several times whether he should go over to your house and just tackle you to the ground with a hug and leave kisses all over your face, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He was terrified that it would only upset you more, even if you knew you would love to have him shower you in affection. He knew you missed him, too, you had to, right? You always left him on read after he had texted you, and he often wondered if you actually really missed him. Have you been able to move on now? Did you find happiness on your own, perhaps? He hoped that would be the case.

But that couldn't be further from the truth. You were still weeping like a baby daily, missing your boyfriend so much. The house felt so empty without him there. You missed everything about him. Him casually humming some songs while he helped you cook, his gentle touches, his reassuring smile, the passionate nights you had together... You had sprayed his dress shirt with the cologne once more, and you held it close, relishing in the smell. It only tugged at your heartstrings more and made you cry even harder, but this way, you were able to somehow feel like he was close to you, just like he had planned when he left these things at your house. He knew you even better than you knew yourself, after all.

On one particular lonely night, Zeal decided enough was enough. He had to have you back. He didn't care if you would yell at him and call him the most vile of things. He didn't care if you would put up a fight and slap and kick the everliving shit out of him, leaving him black and blue. He missed you, and he would do all it took to convince you that you deserved the world and much more. He was debating taking his stuff back to your house and just leaving it there after he entered the home, but he thought that would be too much. He had bought that same exact shirt and cologne again, and so he decided to wear both before heading over to your home.

You were sitting on the couch, hugging a pillow close to your chest with your legs pulled up, missing him just as much. You heard the doorbell ring, and you were confused. You weren't expecting any visitors, after all, and especially not at this time. You slumped over to the door and looked through the peephole. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him standing in front of your door, nervously fumbling with his hands, waiting for you to answer. Did the universe just decide to taunt you by putting the man in front of you that you missed so dearly? You weren't sure if you should open the door; you were afraid it would only hurt you more once you were able to touch him once more. But you decided it would have to be faith that he was here on this particular night. You took your chances and opened the door.

"Hey, darling..." Zeal awkwardly said as a blush was creeping upon his face. "Why are you here? What are you doing here? Are you trying to make me cry again? Are you going to just talk to me for a little bit and then leave again, hurting me even more? Do you want to taunt me? Do you want to just laugh at me because I am hurting so much, either with or without you? Are you-" you kept rambling on, but you couldn't finish your sentence. Within the span of a second, you suddenly felt his arms around you. Your thoughts were stopped in their tracks, and you just stood there awkwardly for a bit, but he didn't pull away. With some hesitation, you eventually wrapped your arms around him as well, burying your face into his neck. You could smell that familiar cologne, and the dam broke. You cried your eyes out as both of you just stood there on the doorstep, and you could feel some tears running down Zeal's face, too. After a little while, you pulled back and looked at him. His eyes seemed to glow a bit in the dark of the night, but still teary, and they instantly pulled you in. "Can I come in, please?" he asked you, and you couldn't possibly deny him, not when he was what you've been wanting all this time, even if you were convinced that being alone would be easier. So, you let him inside and both of you headed over to the living room to sit down on the couch.

"The reason I'm here is because the loneliness has become unbearable. I love you so much that it hurts, darling. I really can't live without you, even if I try to. I just simply can't. Being here again feels like home. Being with you feels like home. This is where I always wanted to be, and will continue wanting to be forever and ever. Please, just... Please reconsider. Give us another chance. I don't care if you will hit me, I don't care if you will curse at me. Despite everything, you are the only thing I want, and I simply can't leave until I have you in my life again." Zeal said quietly, wiping a few tears from his face every now and then. You could tell he was telling the truth. You could tell he meant every single word he said. Deep down, you knew he hadn't told a single lie. But even though you knew all these things, the traumatised child in you was still convinced that he was bullshitting you and simply telling you what you wanted to hear, even if that couldn't be further from the truth. You weren't sure what to say for a little bit, so you just looked at the hands in your lap. Zeal had subtly moved a little bit closer with each silent passing minute and eventually wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He gently pulled you closer against him, and you let him. After a little bit, you flung your arms around him while just sobbing his name.

"I missed you... I missed you so much... I love you so much... But it hurts so much. I want you to be happy, but I know you won't be with me in your life. Why are you sacrificing your happiness for me? Why?!" you finally managed to bring out between choked sobs, still not understanding why he would ever want to be here. Only a fucking moron would choose a life like this, after all. Only a fucking idiot like him would choose you over his own happiness. But, you see, that's the point. You are his happiness, even with all the ups and downs, even if you don't believe that to be true. "Because... Because I love you. Always," your boyfriend said as he wiped the tears from your face, shushing you and whispering his undying love for you in every way possible like a mantra. He just held you in his arms, letting your tears absolutely soak his shirt while gently rubbing your back and leaving some kisses on top of your head. Eventually, after some time, your tears dried up, and you felt empty inside. Zeal noticed you had gone quiet, but he kept hugging you; he could sense that was what you needed now. After a little bit longer, you looked at him, and the uncontrollable urge to kiss him suddenly arose as you looked into his beautiful eyes.

You smashed your lips onto his, and Zeal instantly reacted. Yep, still felt like a perfect fit even after all this time. His hands travelled lower, making you gasp, and he took this as an opportunity to sneakily snake his tongue into your mouth. You moaned when his tongue brushed against yours, your body reacting accordingly to all the attention it had been starved of for months now. It felt incredible to be intimate once more with the person you loved most in the world, and Zeal felt the exact same way. After a little bit, he pulled away for air. You stared into his beautiful tri-coloured irises, and you could swear they were subtly glowing once more, and you suddenly felt a familiar heat all over your body. His touches sent your body on absolute fire, butterflies were swarming in your stomach, and you felt the urge for more aching down there, the place your body apparently wanted him most. Zeal noticed by your half-lidded eyes and your breathing speeding up that there was something else you wanted, something that wasn't just kissing and hugging.

He gently pushed you back onto the couch as his hands kept wandering around your body. Eventually, they landed at the hem of your pyjama pants, and he looked at you questioningly. You shyly nodded and lifted your butt off the couch so he could slide the pants and your panties down. You turned your head away when you felt the cold air hitting your pussy, it seems you were wetter than you initially thought. You felt a single digit running up and down your folds as his other hand rubbed reassuring circles on your hip. "Eyes on me, princess," your boyfriend said, and you nodded once more. You tried to keep looking at him, but it was hard. You were embarrassed, and when he started eating you out like a man starved, you felt absolutely lost to pleasure. Your hands fisted his hair, trying to pull him ever closer, and Zeal knew that was a clear sign you were enjoying yourself. Even when you always tried your best to push him away because you were afraid of being hurt once more, deep down you always craved more of him, and that thought made him chuckle.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, that elastic in your lower stomach so close to snapping any moment now. You felt your orgasm crash over you like a freight train as you threw your head back and your vision sparked white as your body spasmed uncontrollably. Zeal crawled up to eye level with you as he left a kiss on your lips, letting you taste yourself. "How do you feel, darling?" he asked you, strained and husky. "Ffffffffffffffuck... Feel so good..." you whispered as you crashed your lips on his once more. "But... But I want you to feel good too..." you said as one of your hands travelled lower, brushing over his clothed erection. Zeal gasped; were you really okay with this? But when he saw you look at him with such pleading eyes, another deep chuckle left his throat.

He made you sit up to take your shirt off before he would strip himself because he wanted to feel as much skin against skin as possible. You seemed to understand the hint, because after he undressed himself, you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him as close as possible. You pretty much tried to absorb the entirety of his body with yours. Zeal kissed you passionately as he slowly pushed into you. You moaned into his mouth, clawing at his back when you felt him bottom out. He wasted no time slapping his hips against yours over and over, because holy fuck he could not deny that he missed this, too. You moaned his name in broken whimpers, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours again after so long. It didn't take either of you long to approach that delicious edge, and you had an inkling it would be one of many that night.

"Fuck, darling. You feel so good, fuck. I'm so close. Cum with me, sweetheart, please, cum with me..." your boyfriend groaned as one hand snaked between your bodies so he could rub your clit to give you the most mind-blowing orgasm ever. "I can't... Fuck... I can't hold it... I'm fff- I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" you moaned desperately, feeling such an intense orgasm wash over you like you'd never known before. Was it because you had missed him and his body so much? Was it because you had gone so long without this kind of pleasure, and therefore a massive rush of endorphins hit you? You had no idea, but when you felt his warm, sticky seed paint your walls white, you knew you were in heaven.

You instantly had to beg him for more, your body signalling that it needed way more of him than just one round, and luckily for you, Zeal was feeling the same way. So there was a round 2, and 3, and 4, and uhhhh, how many exactly? You lost count halfway through, your mind going blank with pleasure, letting yourself relish in it. Zeal tried to keep his eyes glued to your face as much as possible, loving the expressions you made as you lost yourself in a sea of lust. Fatigue eventually started hitting both of you, though, but he wanted to push for one final orgasm. With the loudest moans either of you ever let out during sex, he ever so elegantly collapsed on top of you after he filled you up one final time.

"I am not going anywhere. Never again. I belong with you, and you belong with me. Together, hopefully someday, we can convince your trauma brain that you do deserve love," he eventually spoke up as both of you were basking in afterglow after you caught your breath. "I love you, babe. I always have, and I always will. And you can't convince me otherwise," he continued, leaving gentle kisses all over your face and neck. "I love you even more, Zeal. It feels great to have you by my side again. I missed you so much. You are absolutely perfect, and I consider myself lucky to have you in my life," you eventually answered, trying to hold back another flood of tears. "Good," Zeal replied, "because the only moment I am leaving is to pick up my stuff again and move it over here. After that, you're stuck with me forever," your boyfriend said, leaving a long, loving kiss on your lips.

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I am so happy you enjoyed it UEUEUEUEU. It really felt so good to write and I hope lots of people will enjoy it just like you did. I love you so much, MUUUAAAHHH! 5 MILLION KISSES AND HUGS FOR YOU!

Let me in, please

Kaelix had been worried about you lately, since you hadn't been doing well after your accident. And to be honest, you really weren't doing well, indeed.

≫ A/N: So this is that fic based on his partial cover of "monitoring" that I was talking about. So... uh... enjoy, I guess, idk. I also based it on some theories regarding the song. I am quite happy with how it turned out. Writing it was an absolute joy. I hope you like it!

Contains: female reader, substance abuse, uh I guess angst as well somewhat?, there is quite a bit of fluff there too, smut, I am too lazy to think of the rest. It's just really interesting and it has smut, you know what you're signing up to at this point.

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DING DONG

Your doorbell rang, but you were barely acknowledging it. Even if the doorbell was loud as fuck, in your current state, how could you? You took another swig of your whiskey and a puff from your joint afterwards.

DING DONG

You were sure you heard right this time, but you couldn't be bothered to go and check, so you stayed in your spot on the couch. The doorbell rang a few more times, and then you noticed your phone buzzing on the table. You had turned it to silent mode because you knew this was going to happen. Reluctantly, you picked up your phone and squinted your eyes when the bright screen greeted your face. 2 missed calls from Kaelix, and a few texts on top of it. Then, the doorbell rang again. You sighed and struggled to get up from the couch, due to the chronic, very aggressive back pain, and the alcohol and weed you had consumed that day. You should definitely take another painkiller soon; this was ridiculous. You shuffled over to the door and looked through the peephole. You were greeted by a restless Kaelix, hopping from one foot to the other, popping his hip and fumbling with his shirt and his phone.

Another sigh left your mouth as you opened the door only far enough to sort of hold a conversation; you didn't want him to see you this way. You knew he hated seeing you like this, under the constant influence of whatever you could get your hands on. Painkillers, benzos, alcohol, weed, just to name a few.

After your traffic accident about a year ago, where you were hit really hard by a car, your back pain and your anxiety about going outside were so severe that you decided to never go outside ever again. You had severe nerve damage and had already had a few surgeries up until now. Those were the few times you had actually seen Kaelix face-to-face without a door between the two of you. He would always be by your bedside, fetching you whatever you needed and gently squeezing your hand when he noticed you were stressed.

Groceries were delivered to your door, and so was all the other... "stuff". You would occasionally hold a conversation through the door, just like you would be doing now with Kaelix. He had been the only pillar in your life for years now, the only person who actually seemed to care about you enough to actually check in on you. And you were thankful for that, truly, but because you loved him so much (in both ways, you later found out, you had a suspicion he was feeling the same way), it hurt even more to push him away the way you were doing lately.

"Reader... Thank fuck you finally opened the door." He said as you peeked your head a little bit around the door, barely enough for him to see your eyes, illuminated by the lamp next to the door of your apartment. "I knew you wouldn't be leaving anytime soon if I hadn't gone to the front door otherwise," you replied, shrugging to appear as nonchalant as possible. But honestly, you were happy to see him. You missed him so much. "I am tempted to ask the obvious questions, but, Jesus, you look terrible. What have you been using today?" he asked as he tilted his head like an adorable puppy. He did that a lot, and you loved that about him. "Just the regular, really. Ordered some whisky for once instead of vodka, I had forgotten how good it tastes," you replied meekly, always embarrassed about answering such questions he asked you. But you couldn't lie to him about it. There we plenty of things you had already been keeping from him anyway.

The main secret being the delusions you often had. Like, really severe hallucinations due to all the drugs and alcohol you had in your system clashing with each other. Often, you would see bright colours, along with Kaelix's face, when you looked through the peephole, imagining the most lewd of conversations the two of you would be having. He would talk to you about how he would hear you having "fun" on your own in the bedroom, about how much he would want to mesh his body together with yours and get lost in a sea of pleasure together, imagining the most sexual kinds of things the two of you would do together when you were so strongly influenced by painkillers and other drugs in your system. Somehow, you always managed to hold a proper conversation when he was actually at your door when you were hallucinating, almost like a different part of your brain carried the conversation while the rest of it was over in lala land. You blamed these particular delusions on your massive, massive crush on Kaelix. God, you really wanted to do those things to him. But in the end, you'd always be alone in your bed, using toys and your own hands to get you off and finish with another drink and a cigarette afterwards.

You heard a worried echo of your name, until you were brought back to earth, and you realised that the sound was coming from in front of you. "Reader.... Reader, are you okay?" Kaelix asked you. You shook your head and lied, "Yeah, I'm fine, just lost in thought, is all." God, you were making such a fucking fool of yourself, and you mentally facepalmed yourself. "Your next surgery is next week, right? The one where they hope they can fix the pain?" your crush asked, and you just replied with a hum. "I really hope they can take your pain away. I hate how much it changed you. And I hope I will be able to reduce your anxiety about going outside, even if for a little bit..." Kaelix said with a slight blush appearing on his face as he nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah.... Yeah, that would be nice..." you replied, trying your best to not zone out again towards these intimate thoughts about the person in front of you. "Please, text me the exact date and time. I'll be there for you. You know I always will. I want to be there for you," he said as he wanted to reach out to touch your face, but you instantly pulled back. "Don't! Just... Don't..." you said, tears so close to spilling over. You wanted him to touch you so badly, but not now, not like this. Kaelix sighed as he said, "I will be expecting that text within an hour. If you don't, I'm coming back over here, got it?" You just meekly nodded once more and rounded off the conversation to close the door. You sent him a screenshot of your appointment date and time. That night, you pleasured yourself, thinking about Kaelix all the way through. He was just irresistible to you, and you needed him so bad. But after you finished, you fell asleep crying like you often did, hating what you had become so much.

The day of the surgery came, and Kaelix was driving you towards the hospital. Most of the road was smooth, but if you encountered a speed bump, you would wince in pain, and he would apologise. You were being prepped for surgery, and so, Kaelix would be patiently waiting in the waiting room once more. It seemed like an eternity had passed until someone approached him and told him the surgery went well, and he was allowed to see you now. He quietly approached the recovery room and sat down next to you, gently holding your hand while you were recovering from the anaesthetic. After some time, you blinked a few times and fully opened your eyes. For the surgery, you had to be sober, and he loved seeing you like this more than any other way. You threw him a weak smile and, with some effort, managed to lift up your hand to leave a gentle kiss on the back of his hand. Kaelix turned into a stuttering mess when you did that, and tried to leave you alone as much as possible because you seemed really tired, and he wanted you to rest up properly. That, and he was so flustered that he had no idea how to face you anymore.

You had to stay in the hospital for a few days to make sure you were recovering well, and Kaelix would be there as often as he was allowed to. As always, he would get you anything you needed. Getting you whatever food you craved (and were allowed to have), bringing you some soda, and even helping you towards the toilet if you needed it. He offered to help you shower, but the nurses didn't agree to that quite yet. They would be keeping a close eye on you to make sure your body is functioning properly. He would even sneak in a few times far after visiting hours were over. You meant the world to him, and he didn't want to leave you alone. He would whisper sweet nothings to you while you would be drifting off to sleep, and tell you about his day because he knew it calmed you down.

Your release day came, and you were packing up to leave. Kaelix then finally asked you the question he had been meaning to ask you for days. "Reader.... How is the pain?" your crush asked you, giving you a hopeful look. "You know," you replied, "it's barely noticeable now. I am really thankful to the surgeons who did this for me. I am totally bringing them a gift sometime soon." Kaelix was trying his back to hold back his tears; he couldn't believe he had seen you in barely any pain, and also sober, for days now. It was new to him, but he was not complaining. It was new to you, too, but you weren't complaining either. The drive home, you were still really tired, but when you weren't dozing off, both of you would crack some jokes about all the stupid shit you did and said while you were under the influence of drugs and alcohol. It was somewhat confronting, but you felt like a new life was approaching you now, and it felt okay to joke about it.

In the following weeks, Kaelix would be coming over daily, and you actually allowed him in. He noticed you had stayed sober now that the back pain was much, much less than what it used to be. He would gently force you to go outside with him a few times to get you used to the outside world again. It would start with short walks around the block, allowing you to get some fresh air. But in due time, the walks would become longer and you'd occasionally ride your bikes to your favourite ice cream place to get some ice cream. You even got some groceries together! Both of you would be enjoying life more than you ever had before, and genuinely enjoying each other's company. In the weeks that followed, you did more enjoyable things to provide you with more positive experiences outside again, and you were grateful that he was with you all the way.

At some point, both of you were over at your place, having a few celebratory drinks to toast to the massive progress you've made in recent weeks. It felt so different from the usual drinking you would usually do when you were in such massive pain, and for once, it just felt like something to do for fun. When both of you were pretty tipsy, you finally admitted your biggest secret to him: the delusions you had been having while you were "medicated". Kaelix just listened to you in awe, not sure what to say for a little bit. When you finished your story, there was an awkward silence in the room. He eventually broke it when he said. "You know... I uh... I had been having such thoughts for some time too. Not under influence, obviously, but... Yeah, they were there," The bouncer said while he scratched the back of his head, suddenly feeling a massive amount of shame to admit this to you. A shy giggle left your throat as you looked at your crush. At that moment, he just looked so adorable to you, and you decided that if it wasn't happening tonight, it was never happening at all. You took a deep breath and blurted out, "You know... We uh... We can go to the bedroom, if you want," while you were turning 50 shades of red. Kaelix was caught really off-guard, but considering how much he loved you, he quickly agreed.

While you entered your bedroom, you would share some sensual kisses while you stripped each other. He gently pushed you back onto your back onto the bed and whispered, "Please let me know if you're in any pain, okay?" and you meekly nodded. He asked you if you had any condoms, but you told him you were on the pill, which he already knew, actually, so it would be fine. Kaelix held you close as he slowly pushed into you, soon bottoming out.

Both of you moaned out loud, so happy to finally feel each other's bodies after dreaming about this so many times. You soon begged him to please start moving already, and he was happy to oblige. Both of you would be sharing orgasm after orgasm, getting more and more vocal with each passing round. You were overstimulating each other to hell and back, but it felt so incredible that neither of you was able to stop. After, uh, you lost track of time, hours maybe, you felt so tired and overstimulated that you just knew that this would be the final round. You could tell that Kaelix was so close to collapsing as well; he kept holding you closer and closer, while he kept whispering into your ear how much he loved you and how good you felt to him. You would be returning the favour, however, moaning his name over and over while you kept whining about how good he made you feel. It just took a few more thrusts of his hips to help both of you towards that final orgasm. With an incredibly loud moan, both of you had your final release of the night as Kaelix unloaded into you one final time and collapsed next to you.

Both of you took some time to catch your breath as you held each other close and shared some kisses, stealing each other's breath away. You gently pressed your foreheads together, so incredibly happy to finally share this moment together. "You know," Kaelix said, "I have loved you for years at this point. And I am so incredibly happy to see you like this... Sober, enjoying life, enjoying me. It's truly a dream come true," he said as he pressed a gentle kiss onto your forehead. "You know," you started "I told you about these delusions for a reason. Both because I was tipsy, but also because I felt it would be in the past, and I always trusted you. And on top of that, always loved you, too. Please... Stay with me... Forever..." you replied as you were close to tears at this point. Your (now boyfriend?) noticed and gently wiped those tears away with a thumb while leaving some gentle kisses all over your face. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I love you so much. And I will do anything to keep you happy forevermore." Kaelix said between long, passionate kisses on your lips. "And I am so incredibly happy to have you in my life, too. You mean the world to me, you know that. And tonight, I feel on top of the world. This is all I could ever dream of. I... I love you, Kaelix..." you admitted in the dimly lit room, a blush covering your cheeks. "Reader... I love you even more. Good night, princess," your boyfriend said as he hugged you as tightly as possible, feeling both of you drift off to sleep soon enough.

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duskvsdawn · 5 days ago

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Let me in, please

Kaelix had been worried about you lately, since you hadn't been doing well after your accident. And to be honest, you really weren't doing well, indeed.

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DING DONG

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duskvsdawn · 11 days ago

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okay wuyang needs buffs for sure, but he kinda cute though <3

look at this cutie!

#overwatch #wuyang #new hero

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duskvsdawn · 18 days ago

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i’d let xileak eat me in any day #ngl

omnom?

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duskvsdawn · 18 days ago

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beautiful T_T

7 Last Minutes.

TW. Implied Death

Idk what compelled me to write this but I feel like I need to join the Luxiem angst bandwagon. Enjoy this I guess

7 minutes

The day I met the 4 of you. The day I finally felt my life was complete. A place I could call my home—People I could call home. A beautiful friendship that turned into family. My family.

6 minutes

Quilldren. That's what I chose to name them. The people who choose to support me. The people who choose to love me as I am. Another family I created. Another family I love. I will always cherish every second I spent with my quilldren.

5 minutes.

Our anniversary. What fun times. Our bond has strengthened. My Quilldren family has grown. I've grown. I've reached several milestones. Oh how happy I am. I wish this would last.

4 minutes

I don't feel good. But that's okay. It's probably nothing. My boys are here. My Quilldren are here. My Family is here. I'm happy. I'm okay.

3 minutes

I'm getting worse. I can't stream. I haven't been streaming. I can't get up. How are my boys? My Quilldren? I'll come back. One day. I promise.

2 minutes

I regained energy. I filmed our 3d Concert. How fun. How happy. I wish this would last. Forever.

1 minute

I couldn't keep my promise. I can't come back. I'm too weak. My Quilldren… My Luxiem.. I can't come back anymore..

3 seconds…

To my boys…

2 seconds…

I have loved you all…

1 second…

..Very dearly.

“That's… his last words..? To us..?” Luca says closing the laptop with the finished video. The other boys don't say a word—They can't say a word. “Why.. Why didn't he tell us? Why didn't he say anything!? We could've- We could've helped him…” Luca cries out in a fit of Rage? Grief? Helplessness? Shu brings Sobbing Luca into a hug, with Vox who follows. “We… We already lost Mysta… not- not him too” Luca says in between sobs. “I'm sure Ike knew what he was doing not telling us. As much as it pains me that I- We couldn't help him… he knew what he was doing.” Vox says gently, trying to keep composure. “He'll… He'll come back.. Right?” Luca says with hope. A slight bit of hope. The last bit of hope left in him. Vox and Shu look at each other through tears. They know the answer. They know the other knows the answer. But both are too afraid to say it out loud. Afraid they'd lose Luca too.

Idk how to make the text yellow ugh. Y'all gonna have to deal with white text Luca SIGH😣✌

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #mysta rias #vox akuma #shu yamino #luxiem #luxiem angst #nijisanji angst #nijisanji en angst

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duskvsdawn · 21 days ago

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I felt a tear run down my thigh reading the Xileak fic

i'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing... probably the latter.

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duskvsdawn · 22 days ago

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What a tasty meal

This is a massive trigger warning before the trigger warnings: this fic is based on Kaelix's cover of Butcher Vanity, and it gets really, really dark. My true crime and dark fantasies brain went BRRRRR...

How did you end up here? And who was this mysterious man twirling a knife in his hand? You don't know the answer to any of the questions you have, but you know his intentions aren't good...

Contains: female reader, drugging with ether, you end up naked in Xileak's remote shed, Xileak is just fucked up in this fic, extremely non-con sex, mutilation, murder, cannibalism (I told you it was gonna get fucked up. heed these warnings, my friend), I don't blame you if you don't wanna read this one cause whoo boi... Normally I don't put this warning, but... Minors... be very, very aware, I put these warnings here for a reason.

Art credits.

≫ A/N: I am letting my inner demons free in this one. I have no idea what came over me to make this. I just... wanted to? Again, I won't blame you if you skip this one, and I won't see it as a personal attack either. Sometimes you just gotta write something completely different, and uh... ngl hearing his cover of it sent my mind all kinds of places... Oh boy, I am going to end up on a watchlist for this fic, for sure. Damn me and my true crime addicted brain T_T I am sorry if people hate it, but boy, I just had to write it. It only made sense to make Xileak the one doing these things because actual Kaelix could never. He's a wholesome, cute little baby who whines at the slightest of inconveniences. Evil alter egos, however... They have no moral compass and are complete opposites of what their "normal" version is like (in my mind). So with Kaelix himself being so wholesome, I can only imagine how fucked up Xileak would be.

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You stirred awake with a low moan. You wanted to reach for your head because it hurt, but you quickly noticed that your hands had been shackled above your head. You blinked a few times and took in your surroundings. You looked down first and noticed you were naked, and on some sort of sturdy wooden table. You looked around the room. There wasn't much furniture in there, save for a single velvety-looking loveseat chair in front of you. There was another tiny table next to the table you were on, and you noticed there was a knife roll on it. Judging by its size, it held a variety of different kinds of knives. The dark brown leather shone threateningly under the light you were under, and you swallowed with difficulty. You knew that you were not getting out of here unscathed.

You closed your eyes again and tried to remember how you ended up here to begin with. You were walking around in your neighbourhood, on your way to work, already on edge due to the horror stories that had been going around lately about some kind of mysterious figure doing absolutely horrible things to the women he had captured. But you shook your head to remove the thought from your head, the area where these cases were reported was so far away, after all. But all of a sudden, you had the eerie feeling that you were being followed. You'd had this feeling regularly lately while you were walking in the dark streets (little did you know what this mysterious man had been stalking you for weeks already), and your instincts were barely ever wrong in these kinds of cases. Your pace sped up, and suddenly the feeling was gone. When you thought you were safe, you clasped your hand over your chest to catch your breath as you leaned against the wall next to you. But then, around the corner, you saw someone quickly lunge at you. It caught you so off guard that you just kind of froze in place. He covered your nose and your mouth with a cloth, and you pretty much knew instantly what he was doing, and you knew you were doomed. The person moved behind you, pressing the cloth even harder onto your face. You could feel yourself so close to passing out when he whispered in your ear, "Shhh, darling. Sleep now." You lost consciousness, and the man hoisted you over his shoulder, knowing exactly which short route to take to his van without being seen, and quickly drove off.

A low moan left your throat again as you felt another wave of headaches bubbling up. Seems that this attracted the attention of your captor, as he quickly entered the room. He leaned against the doorframe, twirling a butterfly knife in his hand. He was tall, had red and black hair and a threatening aura about him. He had red eyes that shone with evil intent behind his red glasses, and a smirk on his face. He just stood there, looking at you. When he licked his lips, you spoke up.

"I am not getting out of here alive, am I? So you're the guy who mutilated all those women. Where am I, anyway?" The man chuckled and slowly approached you, the wooden floor creaking under his feet while still twirling the knife in his hand. "You truly are as bright as I thought you were... Oh, this is going to be an interesting night." The man said as he suddenly stopped twirling the knife, and instead smashed it down inside the table right next to you. "So you're the one who has been following me for so long, then, stalking me. Did you seriously think I didn't notice?" you spat, but the man chuckled as a response.

"Of course you noticed, you were the only one who did, actually. You must have some sort of sixth sense for these kinds of things. But here's the thing, darling. I'm taller and quicker. However, I had to plan out this session much more carefully than all the other ones. You see, you are by far the smartest woman I have laid eyes on. And I just had to have you, so that's exactly what I did. I know you carry a pocket knife and pepper spray, I really had to think this out thoroughly so I would succeed." The man said as he made some adjustments to the table, walking around it to do so. He turned some kind of crank, and you noticed that your hands weren't as tight above your head anymore as they were at first, and he gave you some leeway. He turned another crank to move the table up a tiny bit higher, so it was now at the height of his hips. The gears in your head started turning, and you realised why he had done what he had done. He quickly yanked on your legs, pulling you down the table, and got in between them to then quickly shackle them to the feet of the table.

"Let me guess. You are going to have your way with me, and you're going to enjoy seeing me squirm and hear me scream. But no one will hear, because we're in some sort of remote cabin in the woods, right?" You spat as you narrowed your eyes at the man, and the man let out a hearty laugh. "Oh, princess, you know me too well. Guess you watching all those true crime documentaries made you the smart little thing you are now..." the man said as he reached up to let a leather-gloved hand run over your cheek. You turned your head and bit the man's hand. He cursed under his breath and quickly withdrew his hand. But his curses quickly morphed into a soft, maniacal kind of laughter. "You shouldn't have done that, princess. You see, the more you fight..." he paused, pulling your naked pussy against his covered crotch, and you could feel just how hard he was. His massive frame leaned over your body to whisper into your ear, "The more it turns me on..." He finished by licking the shell of your ear.

He leaned back and then noticed the wet patch on his pants. Another chuckle left his mouth. "Is this what I think it is?" he asks you, letting a single digit run up your folds. You were soaked. You could hear the squelching noises as his hand played with your sopping cunt. "N-no! You're wrong... That's not..." you said with a blush covering your face as you turned your head away. With a smirk on his face, he let the fluid run through his hand, licking his index finger clean. He then put up his hand close to your face. "Your body disagrees with those statements, sweetheart... If I didn't know better, I'd say this is turning you on. Tell me..." he said while he licked the remainder of your wetness off his hand, "is this a secret fantasy of yours? Is this the kind of thing you have been fantasising about while you were all alone in your bedroom, getting yourself off with those delicious moans of yours?" The man said as he left some searing kisses on your lower stomach, so close to where, apparently, your body wanted him, even if your mind didn't agree.

The man unzipped his pants and let his cock spring free. It was huge, there is no way that would fit inside of you. You swallowed back tears, realising just how this night was going to go, and you dreaded it. Another smirk on the man's face as he pushed into you in one swift motion. A silent moan left your throat, feeling yourself being stretched open, but he didn't move just yet.

"Xileak." "What?" you asked. "My name. Might as well tell you what to moan as I'm going to ruin you. It's not like I'm going to let you get out of here, anyway. No way you can tell anyone," the man said, and then set a brutal pace.

You knew he wanted to hear you, but you tried to keep silent as much as possible. He just kept going, and going, and going... Filling you up time after time. You kept silent because he told you he liked to see you struggle, so you were hoping he was going to get bored with it. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to go along with him to not upset him, to maybe get out alive, even if you knew you wouldn't.

"Fuck, I just can't help myself... But c'mon, at least put up a fight. Do it for me, babygirl," the man said as he leaned over you, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his gloved hand, still keeping his pace. You shook your head and bit your tongue; you weren't going to give him that pleasure, at least. After he filled you up one final time, he struggled to catch his breath and then tucked himself back into his pants. "Alright, darling, playtime is over," the man said as he walked over to the knife roll and unrolled it.

You swallowed with difficulty as he took one of the knives out of the leather purse, and closed your eyes, accepting death. You had a feeling he would just slit your throat, and that would be it. But that couldn't be further from the truth.

He would carve several lines into your body, some deeper than others. You screamed a lot, it hurt like all hell, even if you knew this is exactly what he would want to hear from you. But you had nowhere to go, you couldn't pull away from the knife since he had tightened the cuffs to the top part of the table again, and he had tied your ankles to the table as well. "You know," he said, "normally I only keep one part from my victims... but in your case, I am going to keep two." The man continued. When he noticed you weren't responding, heaving your breath, he continued once more. "I am definitely keeping your heart, because you have so much passion in there, determination... And I am keeping your brain, too. Because you are so smart, you make my head spin," the man said as he let the knife cut a little deeper, hearing you scream even louder. At this point, you were losing more and more blood, and you were starting to feel a bit faint. Xileak noticed, however, and gave you a second to regain your breath. But the blood kept spilling out, and you felt yourself slip away. At this point, you were straight up dissociating, anything to not have to actively feel and witness what he was doing to your body. He noticed this, too, and would occasionally straight up stab one of your limbs. This certainly got a reaction out of you as you let out some strangled sobs, tears flowing freely once more. The stinging sensation hurt so much, you weren't sure how much more of that you could take.

More and more blood flowed out, and you had no strength to look down, but you were sure you were losing colour. The man dug his finger into the stab wound he had given to your thigh, and you screamed once more. When he pulled out his finger, he licked it and chuckled once more. "Mmm, delicious... Absolutely delicious..." the man said as he continued cutting lines into your body. You were so close to passing out now, trying to force air into your lungs. And then, he stabbed your chest, right into your lung. You felt a few more stabs all over your body, and you passed out.

The man rode the table over to a special section he had in the cabin. He placed you on a metal table there instead and started dismembering you, treating your body with care as much as his fucked up mind could, making it easier for you to fit into his freezer. He let the blood drain out before he would place you there, however, and kept his promise to preserve your brain and heart, placing them in a jar with a combination of alcohol and formaldehyde.

After he let the blood drain from your body and he had cut you up into easy-to-store pieces, he wiped the blood off his face as he chuckled once more. "Oh, I am going to fully enjoy eating you over the upcoming weeks. Definitely the most delicious meal ever."

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