#krisi

[ivarismaybecrazy]

Pirates SMP ended today, as did Decked Out. Secret Life is definitly ending next week (where the hell is my sweater im so upset please it hasn't even been shipped yet aaaaAAAAAA-) and Hermitcraft Season 9 is winding down. New Life flopped HARD, and the holiday season is coming up.

In summary, we're entering MCYT drought season. Buckle up, this'll be a while.

[hearts444karma]

「　𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐔𝐏 ！」　☆彡　headcanons.

just gentle and soothing. tbh making you fall deeper asleep rather than waking you up. once you’re awake they’ll probably give you a kiss as a reward to start your morning.

ike eveland, vezalius bandage, shu yamino

will bother you. scratch your feet, tickle your face with hair, kisses all over your face. just enough of that and you’re sure to be awake.

vox akuma, reimu endou, alban knox, ren zotto, shu yamino, kunai nakasato, aia amare

TOO SOFT. doesn’t have the heart to wake you up. you look so peaceful <33. but if it’s important they’ll caress your face and softly shake you awake.

scarle yonaguni, ren zotto, rosemi lovelock, sonny brisko

they’ll shake you awake first then leave to get themselves ready. if you’re not awake by time they’re done, they won’t hesitate to snatch that blanket and pull you out that bed.

fulgur ovid, enna alouette, ike eveland, uki violeta, yu q. wilson

them being loud wakes you up already. if that doesn’t do the trick they’ll probably lay on top of you.

claude clawmark, luca kaneshiro, doppio dropscythe, reimu endou, vantacrow bringer

most likely knocked out with you for the cuddles <33 or will wake you up with the smell of them cooking breakfast (could wake up to a wonderful or burnt smell-)

fulgur ovid, sonny brisko, hex haywirye, luca kaneshiro, finana ryugu, alban knox

[celestiaras]

idk if u watched the wilson and vanta bunny garden stream… but vanta had a clear favorite (miuka) what if reader dressed up as her??

ft. vantacrow bringer x f! reader — krisis, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ surprising him with a bunny suit┊0.5k words

kinktober 2024: oct 1. costumes

contains: smut!! dom vanta & sub reader┊bunny suit cosplay, size kink & belly bulge, unprotected piv, sugar daddy vanta, established relationship

➤ author's note: alright guys, buckle up cause here we go, i’m starting my first kinktober!!

you knew it would have driven him crazy, but you just didn’t anticipate just how crazy. after catching glimpses of your hero boyfriend making good use of his off time playing what looked like a dating simulator with cute girls in bunny ears, you were quick to do your research and ordered a high-quality cosplay of his favorite character while he was busy. you made sure to have it delivered and put it on at a time when he wasn’t home, knowing that his nosey ass would have wanted to know what you spent your money on if he was.

he arrived a bit earlier than usual, catching you in the bedroom looking in the mirror while adjusting the rabbit ears. you caught a glimpse of him in the reflection and threw your hands up, shouting a cheerful “surprise,” and wrapping your arms around him in a welcoming embrace. he was still for a few seconds, processing your outfit and feeling his cock stir in his pants before pouncing on you like an animal.

the bow holding the white collar together was torn with the short sleeves pulled off your shoulders and hanging at your elbows, leaving your chest out for him to grope from behind as he fucked into you while you were sitting pretty on his lap. the blue skirt was once again wrinkled after you ironed it earlier, the black headband holding bunny ears was starting to slip off, and one of the golden buttons had popped off. “you know, when i bought an expensive, high-quality cosplay, i was hoping to wear it more than once,” you whined, feeling feverish with lust and sticky with a light sheen of sweat on your skin.

“nah, i’ll buy you all the cosplays you want,” he grunted, placing one of his large hands on your lower stomach to feel how his cock stretches you out and leaves a cute little protruding bulge through the fabric. “bunny, nurse, schoolgirl, whatever you want— i have all the money in the world.”

something about the thought of being dressed up for him whenever he comes home from saving the world made you flustered, all dolled up with makeup in new costumes, only for him to tear it all off and ruin it just like he was now. your lip gloss was all smudged and vanta could taste the strawberry on his own mouth, licking away the glittery artificial pink and rutting into your sweet spot until your vision was flickering with white.

all he does is look at you in pity when you’re getting your entire world rocked, adjusting your faux-fur ears back on your head and pressing another kiss to your cheek. the way your walls flutter around his cock and you let out little pitched moans, even cuter than a real bunny, is utterly addicting. neither of you are going to have a wink of sleep until morning comes if he continues at this rate, he might as well call headquarters that he’ll be late tomorrow in advance.

[heyoitsroart]

New charms are now up on my shop!

[wiryuu]

karaoke c: !!!

[duskvsdawn]

Just wanted to share some of my favorite Nijisanji gifs with you all to brighten up your day <3 I love these men so much kjkafwnwjHBWKBAWJ (I will update this every time I find new gifs I like)

[sneg-v-avgustu]

maybe there is a more sensible explanation why both Kris and Urban have their shirts open, but that is not what's on my mind right now...

(original video)

[brisquad-unit-4402]

vanvan bans a man

i had so much fun with that title. you know what else is fun? the jealous vanta kick i’m on atm. i’ve got another possessive vanta fic in the works and really fighting the urge to post jealous krisis (polykrisis even⁉️)

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, hurt/comfort, a bit of angst, protective vanta, reader has a shitty ex-boyfriend, jealousy, vanta calls you "mine" and other subtle possessive dialogue, unspecified what your ex has done in the past, the boys are fightinggggggg

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Unfortunately, a vibrating phone is what wakes you up today. Which is really quite a bummer; you’re used to waking up on your own time in Vanta’s arms, or when he’s the first to rise and you can feel the mattress shift as he gets up.

The phone vibrates again, and you’re inclined to shut your eyes tight and let the text go unanswered, at least until you wake up proper. At the third buzz your mind connects the dots. It’s a call.

Your closed eyes sting as you rub them, then grab the phone with the other hand. The taste of sleepy breath cracks along your tongue as you mumble, “Hello?”

On the other end, you can hear shuffling and slinking, some ambient picture that you don’t have the sense to imagine right now. “Oh, you picked up.”

Your blood runs cold.

Oh, you recognize that voice. You recognize it damn well, no matter how hard you wished you wouldn’t hear it again. You told your ex in no uncertain terms to never contact you again last time you saw his face. He was lucky you couldn’t muster up the courage to curse him out as you broke it off.

Yet here you are, laying in bed at a weak hour. The screen, even in dark mode, singes your sights as you read the current time: 1:19 AM on a weekend night.

“Hey, Reader,” your ex continues, as if he didn’t know his voice was knives under your skin, needling you until something cracked open. “How’s it going?”

“Why are you calling me?” You ask faintly.

“I wanted to see how you were doing,” he says.

You blink, the sleep in your eyes making way for shock. As it subsided, you could feel it growing into a nasty pool of anxiety in your throat. The sheets around you crinkle and shuffle as you repeat, “Why?”

“I dunno, sometimes I just wonder what you’re up to,” your ex drawls. He speaks like a long smoke, cigarette ash dusting his way-too-carefree tongue. “But if you really want to know, I got something to tell you.”

No, no, no. You know where this is going. A thousand rejections rumble up, but your lips are shut, stapled in place by your nerves. The world around you keeps moving while you’re frozen.

“I guess I should continue?” He chuckles for a moment. Smarmy. Incorrigible. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, more than usual. That means there’s something there, right? And I’m not ready to let go of it yet.”

You hear your name but this feels like a trap.

“We should try again,” you ex suggests. You can hear the smile in his voice, the way one corner of his lip curls before the other and the confident eyes. That was charming—until you got used to seeing the damn smirk whenever you apologized for something he should’ve owned up to himself. He’s a master at getting what he wants while casting you off to the side.

You hear your name being called again as you get lost in your haze. “Reader,” Vanta murmurs. He turns to you, looping his sleepy hands around your waist. “Who’re you calling? Tell them I said hello.”

The other line shuffles for a moment. “You’re still with him?”

“Are they talking about me?” Vanta yawns. “Hello.”

Great. Now you’re stuck between two men that care for you: the one that broke your heart time and time again, and a tired tyrant spooning you as he wakes up. At least Vanta’s gentle grasp is grounding you while you can feel your thoughts spiral.

The ex hesitates. “I didn’t think he’d last long,” he says aloud.

“Hey,” Vanta sets his chin on your shoulder. He pouts, ready to whine, but then he glances at the phone screen and the contact name. “Wait, is that…?”

“So you must be the boyfriend.”

“Yeah, this is he. Give me the phone, Reader.”

Passing it off feels like a burden.

Vanta rolls onto his back, but keeps an arm by your waist. You place your hand on his, hoping that the veins and knuckles soothe you as you rub them.

Ex-Boyfriend starts. “Well, I don’t—“

“What the hell is your problem calling at ass o’clock in the morning to harass Reader,” Current Boyfriend snaps. A switch flipped. Usually when he's groggy, his low voice is soothing, but now the rumble of interrupted rest makes his voice growl, dangerous and menacing. "Should I even ask why you thought this was a good idea? The fuck did you think was going to happen? If Reader said you're done, then you're done. You're cooked. Golden brown, deep-fried, burnt to a crisp, cooked. You’re done."

"I don't need your permission to talk to Reader."

"L-O-L? Yes, you do?" Vanta says, so baffled his jaw drops. "If you're going to hit on my partner, I have a right to tell you to eat shit. Not to mention how weird you were in the past, and how weird you are now. Like, if you really cared for Reader you'd delete this number and go on with your life instead of calling like a creep at one in the morning!"

"Fuck off, it was important."

"You fuck off! What's important is that you leave Reader the hell alone.” Vanta practically spits as he hisses at the man on the line, even though his volume is barely below his usual speaking voice. Underneath your grasp, his hand tightens around your waist. The seam of your shirt curls as he pulls you close. “You try that shit again and I’ll tear you apart. Reader’s mine, not yours. Got it?”

He doesn’t even wait for the ex to respond before continuing. “Glad to hear it. Goodnight.” Vanta hangs up without a second thought. You watch the phone’s light illuminate his face as the screen returns to normal, casting a pale glow around his nose and his furrowed brows. “Bitch,” he adds, still frowning at the screen.

Purple eyes glance at you. At the contact, he sighs, placing your phone down so he can wrap both of his arms around you properly. He rests his hand along the back of your neck, thumbing along the soft skin and setting his forehead along yours, eyes now downcast.

“Sorry,” he says, far gentler than when he was on the phone. “I wish you didn’t have to hear any of that.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s just the way that he was talking about you, and your history with him was pissing me off. I just couldn’t hold back. I’m—“

“Thank you,” you choke out.

“—Really sorry,” Vanta says at the same time. “Wait, huh?”

But you don’t even respond. Instead you bury yourself into your partner’s chest, trying to control your breathing. You’re overwhelmed with anxiousness but at least Vanta’s shirt smells like him.

His palm goes from your neck down to your back, rubbing circles as you try to calm yourself. Vanta mumbles. It’s muffled through his shirt and arms around you, but you’d assume it’s consoling. His throat hums and vibrates along your temple in soothing rhythms as he speaks.

Now that the emotional overload is dwindling, your grip tightens around him like you’re holding a stress ball. You murmur. “I really didn’t want to talk to him.”

Vanta’s heart breaks at that admission. You feel him readjust his position and hear the telltale pulse of a kiss at the top of your head. “You don’t have to,” he says. “He’s not worth it.

“Makes me sick thinking that some people are so entitled that they can just hurt you and act like nothing happened,” Vanta continues. “You deserve to be treated like royalty, and you deserve better than him. Screw him.”

Your boyfriend pats your back as you recompose yourself. You bitterly cast a glance at the phone, still resting face-down from the call earlier. “I’m sorry you had to take care of it.”

“Don’t feel bad. That’s the bare minimum.” He kisses you again on your forehead. “You just rest, it’s late for you.”

“It’s late for you, too, Vanta.”

“I’ll manage.” He grins. “Gotta protect my baby somehow.”

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[thechaoticplayer]

ALRIGHT I JUST WATCHED THE KRISISIS HARDCORE MINECRAFT STREAM AND

homie nap but it’s not really a homie nap and they just fuck the reader instead <3 no way they can put their beds together like that and expect me to be normal about it

Author's note: the first time I fucking saw the three beds together I was like "ah yes one big bed very normal" and then I get this and I'm like 😨😨 WHY HAVENT I THOUGHT OF THAT- I've never written something like this before so expect me to just suck- It turned out a lot shorter than expected and I apologize 🙏 Summary: what was supposed to be homie nap turned not into a homie nap 😰 will you survive I dont even know fam Contains: FILTH... SMUT... THREE BIG GUYS! THEY GRAB ON MY THIGHS-

Listen, you weren't purposely trying to seduce them. Four damn beds pushed together in one room, squished between Zali and Vanta. These men were big (not that way, but you definitely found out) and took up so much space, you wriggled around a lot.

Then you decided to make a "joke". "Hey, what if we just fucked in this bed instead? I'm not even tired because you big dicks are taking up most of it and its impossible to sleep now," you joke.

Wilson sits up to stare at you. Vanta and Zali prop themselves up on their elbows and there was some sort of silent communication that you didn't hear.

Now, you're on your back, tears streaming down your face as Vanta bullies his way into you, walls stretching to accommodate his large girth. Your legs over his shoulders and hitting that spot just right as Wilson plays with your clit, shushing you and murmuring praises in your ear. Zali is literally french kissing your tits right now, leaving red and purple marks and popping your nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, and all this pleasure you are feeling makes you see stars.

"Doing so well for us," Zali mumbles, kissing your jaw as you whimper.

"Shit, you feel so good," Vanta growls, hips stuttering as you both near your climax. Your moans get louder and both the healer and hitmen get harder by the second.

"Vanta Vanta," Wilson quickly says, tapping the soldier's shoulder.

Vanta slows his pace and you whine, so close to your climax only to be taken away from you just like that. "What is it?"

"Pull out for a second."

"Wha-"

"I wanna do something, okay?"

They stare at each other for a moment. Ah, another meeting you weren't invited to. Vanta smirks, dragging his cock out slowly and you feel empty. He moves to the side and watches Wilson go straight in between your thighs, eyes twinkling with excitement.

"W-Wilson, what are yo-" a moan cuts you off as Wilson begins eating you out like there was no tomorrow.

"Mm, perfect," Zali purrs, kissing your lips and swallowing your moans. "Doing such a good job, yes you are."

Wilson moans into your pussy, vibrations sending sparks up your spine as you shove his face deeper into you. His tongue laps greedily at your clit, collecting your juices and prodding at your sopping hole. You were close to climaxing, you could feel it coil and twist in your stomach.

"W-Wilson fuck, mm!"

"Looks like Wilson can eat pussy pretty good, huh? what a surprise," Vanta teases from side, pumping his cock up and down at the sight.

"Shut up Vanta," Wilson groans.

"Make her cum," Zali says with a innocent smile. "I want to overstimulated her, just a bit."

"Despicable." Zali laughs at the comment.

Your vision was going blurry and your mind could barely put together a coherent sentence. "W-wha?"

Zali presses a kiss to your forehead. "Don't worry, mon amour, I'm going to make you feel really good."

You clamp around Wilson's tongue and cum hard, your whole body shaking from the orgasm. Wilson sits up, panting, with all sorts of fluid all over his face. Was it sweat? Drool? Cum? Who knows. But you definitely noticed a white stain on his pants.

Zali instantly flips you over on your fours, hand pressing against your abdomen. "Look at this magnificent work of art..." he mumbles and it makes your cheeks flame. He slides his cock between your folds, collecting your wetness before gently making his way into you.

Full again, but overstimulated as shit, you whine loudly, trying to get away. But Zali's hands hold you against him, rocking into your body that made you moan. Vanta sits right in front of you, a devilish smirk on his lips.

"Since Wilson already came and Zali is in the process of it, why don't you suck me off while your at it?"

With a drawn-out moan, you lean down and kitten lick his tip, too impatient to lick every single part, you put his cock in your mouth. He groans at the sensation, bucking up a bit and making even more tears flood your eyes. Not only are you getting it from the back, but the front as well. Vanta face-fucks you, grunting and saying how fucking great your mouth feels.

Zali's shaky breaths tickle your ears as you clamp around his cock. You felt like heaven to him and he wanted you to feel the same. he quickens his pace, skin slapping skin and you moan around Vanta's dick. Wilson's hand went back in between your thighs, the overstimulation too much as you whimper loudly.

"Just a little longer, sweetheart," Wilson mumbles. And just as he says that, Zali unloads himself in you, hair framing his face as he panted.

However, you were still sucking Vanta's girth, his fingers tangled in your hair as you bob up and down. Vanta chuckles at the sight, admiring your pretty face going down on him like that. It gets him close to the edge, and he finally releases, a salty taste in your mouth. You swallow before he says anything, which makes him smile from ear-to-ear.

"Hey Wilson, you haven't gotten to be inside her yet, right?"

The hitman shakes his head.

"Wanna turn?"

You are definitely not going to be able to walk on your own for a while.

[kandiravefur]

krisis

[drifting-starlight]

🌟 Yuyu's Adorable 3.0 Expressions and Movements 🌟

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[s-vtoru]

vantacrow bringer x afab!reader ┄ nijisanji en's krisis

vanta treating you the way you deserve to be treated.

contains: smut, degredation, dirty talk, pet names (baby, slut, gorgeous)

୨୧ an. wrote this for my pookie @vfanta, i hope u like it ^__^

vanta loved how desperate you've become, mindlessly backing your ass up onto his cock in desperation just to feel some type of pleasure to put you at ease. he was teasing you, watching you with hooded eyes whilst you pathetically fucked yourself on his aching girth. "just look at ya, so damn needy. must really want a cock in ya, huh?" he planted a harsh smack on your ass, a grunt leaving him as he felt you clench around him. he was growing terribly impatient, finally taking a hold of your hips and bottoming out inside of your tight hole. a gasped moan was ripped out of you, gripping the sheets under you at the pain filled pleasure. all you could do was whine and whimper pathetically, vanta giving you a short amount of time to adjust before thrusting into you relentlessly. "wow, you're takin' me so nicely. just like a pretty little slut." he paused, leaning down to grip your jaw and make you face him directly. "now, be good for me and let me fuck your brains out, m'kay?" he was mean with the way he bullied his cock into you, pressing up against that sweet spot that had you moaning and shaking under him. but you loved it, and so did he; so much so that he couldn't stop the fast pace of his hips colliding against your ass, a low, feral growl eliciting from deep within his throat. your head was completely empty, not able to think about a single damn thing, just how he liked. vanta chuckled deviously, one of his hands pushing your head forcefully into the mattress while the other kept a steady grip on your hip. "fucked out already, baby? oh, but i'm just getting started.. such a shame. guess you're nothin' but my little plaything to use 'till im satisfied, ain't that right, gorgeous?"

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ surrounded by stone ]❜

ft. yu. q wilson x f! reader — krisis, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ while out exploring with wilson, you find yourselves trapped in a 1x1 hole with no tools to escape┊2.6k words

contains: smut!! switch wilson, reader┊takes place on a hardcore krisis server, reader is a member of krisis & shorter than wilson, minecraft mechanics, forced proximity & awkward sexual situations, begging & some teasing, mutual masturbation (fingering & handjobs), willy overthinking & being cute, implied polykrisis at the very end, his clothing actually might be innaccurate idk how all that works from the reference sheet, very very rushed ending

��� author's note: i love this picture of willy, he looks so cute and shocked. i really went back and forth about how to go about this piece, but i hope that the finished product is okay!! this piece was long overdue and should have been finished months ago…

₊˚ʚ 💌₊˚✧ dedicated to the wonderful @vezalust, i didn’t forget!! i just struggled with motivation, but it’s finally done & i hope you’ll still enjoy despite how long it’s been since i promised it!!

“AHHHHHH FUCK GET ME OUT OF HERE!!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU ARE TOO CLOSE TO MY EARS FOR THIS!”

this was just supposed to be a simple adventuring trip to map out new territory and gather the necessary resources to progress through the world, but it all went horribly due to rotten luck. really, what are the chances of discovering three zombie spawners within a hundred blocks of each other? finding something like that would be next to impossible and would even be a great find for an experience farm if you were well-equipped, but unfortunately for you, it wasn’t as impossible as fighting off such a large wave of the undead. even if you two were heroes, you only had iron tools and partial armor and getting swarmed by the horde made combat extremely difficult. the rest was a blur, running around like headless chickens and blindly swinging at enemies that got too close while screaming various swear words.

by the time all of the action, you found yourselves trapped in a one-by-one crevice that wasn’t even tall enough for him to stand up straight, making him slouch so that he wouldn’t bump his head on the ceiling. since neither of you could get close enough to light up the dungeons, you resorted to digging into the side of the cave wall instead and wilson followed you as he placed blocks behind him to shut them out… except he wasn’t looking in your direction, continued until he backed up into you and realized that you were both stuck.

your tools were one block away from crumbling in your hands and you frantically began to search through your inventory, looking for something to fix your pickaxe with or to make a new one entirely, but it was just filled with treasures you gathered up to this point. truly, you were blinded by greed to collect new riches and completely forgot to grab extra essentials like wood. (although now that you think of it, you would need to break at least two blocks to place a crafting table and work on it, such an unimportant thing that is now inconceivable to get out of this cave.) “wilson… please tell me that you still have your pick on you…”

“so i… uh…” with how close you were to him, you could hear him gulp and shuffle around to tug on his collar. “i sort of freaked out and… threw it at a zombie… with my phone too… i don’t have any crafting materials either…”

your device lit up the dark space as you squinted and quickly sent the other two your coordinates, but it died in your hands before you could send the text explaining what happened. “well… it looks like we’re stuck here until vanta and zali wake up since it’s way past midnight,” you groaned. “we told them that we would be back in the morning, so they’ll probably figure out that we’re lost and will look for us then…”

the rough wall of stone was nothing if not uncomfortable to lean against, but you were barely a few inches away from the blonde with your hips still pressed together despite your best efforts to give the other a shred of personal space. it was getting uncomfortably warm from the shared body heat and you could only imagine how hot wilson must be getting in his hoodie, but the stifling silence was honestly a worse fate.

krisis have known each other for a little over a year and were one of the tightest-knit groups, yet here you and the hitman stood like complete strangers stuck in an elevator. it’s safe to say that neither of you could get a second of rest like this despite the long day of traversing uncharted lands, so this awkward position would remain until you two were saved. the idea of starting a conversation crossed your mind but was quickly crushed by the possibility of it falling off and making everything worse, so you decided to just keep your mouth shut and sort through your inventory.

although it had only been a day, the loot piled up in your pockets was impressive now that you were properly tallying it up with stacks of iron and dozens of various gems of ores— this would certainly be able to gear the team to travel across the fiery nether once ready and might even help go towards finding the end portal. you could already picture the gang full-clad in shiny diamond armor with the slain ender dragon at your feet, but maybe you were getting a bit ahead of yourself. for now, building a proper home and creating the gateway to what was essentially hell would be massive accomplishments.

you paused for a moment when you felt wilson shuffling around and realized that his breathing had steadily been getting heavier. peeking over your inventory screen with eyes that were now more adjusted to the dark, you could faintly see him biting onto the thick fabric of his outerwear’s hood. he seemed to be trying to suppress himself in a way, but was struggling terribly and sweating like a sinner in church even though you two had been still for nearly an hour. you tilted your head in concern, “wilson… are you alright? did you injure yourself earlier?”

“i-i’m fine… just…” he let out a shaky breath, his ears burning with embarrassment as he hoped to whatever god there was out there that you haven’t noticed anything. “could you m-move your leg?”

“oh, sorry! wait, let me…” you tried your best to scoot away from him, but the space was so tight that there wasn’t anywhere to escape you. pushing your hand against the course-textured ceiling, an attempt was made to push yourself back from his personal space, but to no avail.

all this while, wilson felt like he was going to explode. yes, he didn't want to realize that he had a raging hard-on— who would be able to bear the humiliation when he couldn’t run away from the situation? however, oh god, your lack of awareness was going to be the death of him, he really needed you to stop unknowingly rubbing your thigh against his crotch and making the problem worse. he’s so fucked (as vanta would say, he’s so cooked that he’s fried a crispy golden brown). what kind of depraved pervert he is getting a boner from being so close to one of his friends— you were never going to talk to him again after this if you find out!

he didn’t want it to happen this way, he wanted to confess his feelings to you in a proper way like a gentleman and go on a few dates before hopping onto anything like this. to jump onto you like a dog in heat before you even know about his feelings was so humiliating and would definitely dash any of his hopes of ending up with you because of how pathetic he was, but he wasn’t in the right mindset to think any more than a minute into the future. “i-i’m sorry…”

before you could ask him what he was talking about, you felt him cup your face in his hands and pull you towards him for a hungry kiss. your eyes widened at the sudden action, feeling him kiss you like a parched man wandering a desert finding an oasis. once you felt the prominent bulge protruding from his pants, you didn’t cringe in disgust like a normal person but rather became dizzy with want. you didn’t start this with any sinful intentions, however, you certainly weren’t going to take it back and reject the advances of someone you’ve fancied since the very beginning.

his hands wandered around your body, tracing over your skin and leaning into your warmth as his tongue darted out to explore your mouth. you couldn’t see a thing, but it only heightened your other senses from the vague smell of his cologne mixed with sweat and the heat burning in his fingertips. it felt unreal, the lines of reality and dreams getting blurred with every passing second. you didn’t want it to end nor did you want him to stop, you just wanted him to ease the aching pain in your cunt and to kiss you like it meant everything to him.

it did mean everything to him, but he was just too horny to focus on the sentimentalities that he was robbing your first time together of in a lust-induced haze.

he parted his lips from yours first, resting his forehead on yours and trying to catch his breath, yet continuing to press kisses onto you in shorter, more frequent intervals. he held you so close to him, it was almost like he was about to implode if he didn’t have his way with you right now, pleading and whining like a little puppy for your permission to escalate the situation further to chase his own high and hopefully yours too. a simple nod would suffice, anything would suffice, and hearing your soft pleas was more than enough to knock over the already tipped scales.

in his rush, he didn’t even bother to try taking off your top. he would only pop off the buttons by accident and ruin the garment without light or night vision of any sort to see just how beautiful your naked-upper form was, so there wasn’t much reason to do so. he would just have to make do with his vivid imagination reinforced by his other senses until next time (if you decided that you would still associate with him after this, that is…), running his hand over your naked skin and gently groping your soft chest. he’s so clumsy in his movements, like a high school boy who is going through his first time with another, but it really just a result of nerves from his affection for you.

you grabbed his wrist to stop him in the act, making him flinch in worry that he did something wrong, but you led it to where you wanted him most. “please,” you breathed, “i know we’re gonna be stuck here for a while, but i need you now.”

oh, if only you could see the expression on his face, you would tease him so badly for it! he just had to blink a few times to process that and got to work, pulling down your pants along with your underwear to finally access your heat. his throat became dry as the overwhelming desire to have you on his mouth and to taste your arousal washed over him, but there wasn’t enough room for him to kneel even if your legs were tossed over his shoulders, so he could have to settle for the next best thing as he circled your clit with his thumb and adding more pressure when you asked him to press on it harder.

“mmhh, fuck…” you threw your head back at his fingers beginning to work you open, slow at first, but steadily became erratic as you wrapped your arms around his neck to cling onto him. he seemed so shy about doing this despite initiating all of this, but hearing your cute little moans of pleasure gave him more confidence about his actions. your hands slipped under the material of his hoodie and managed to find the zipper of his bodysuit, capturing the metal between your fingertips and undoing it before he could notice until the fabric fell a bit below his waist.

he isn’t very built and on the slimmer side since his job is more reliant on speed and agility rather than strength, but you felt as if it balanced the playing field for you to have an equal opportunity to dominate him as he could with you. you traced a line down his torso and pulled at the elastic of his boxers, his breath hitching as your wrapped your fingers around his throbbing cock and experimentally started to jerk him off. if he wasn’t already, he was now putty in your hands and immediately bucked his hips into your hand in an almost desperate state while the pace of his fingers faltered.

you couldn’t help but smirk at his state just from your touch and tease him for it, “god, you’re so needy— how long have you been waiting for something like this to happen?”

he couldn’t keep his voice still and kept stuttering, how could he sound any different when you were stroking him so sweetly like that? “i-i don’t even know—mmhh— it feels like f-forever…”

forever almost seemed to be laughable since it’s just been a year and a few months since you first met, but it really does feel like it’s been much longer than that. there’s always been chemistry between the two of you which was a bit stronger than the other members, one that always had you gravitating towards the other. you frequently got teased by vanta and zali over this special connection several times and had no doubt that wilson went through the same treatment, now realizing that they probably thought something like this where hidden affections boiled over should have happened earlier.

he was dripping so much that lube wasn’t even necessary, your hand able to slide up and down his cock with ease repeating the motions: massaging his shaft while running your thumb over the leaking tip and smiling whenever he let out a soft whine as the building pleasure released all over your hand. he would have been more embarrassed about climaxing so quickly and easily if he hadn’t already diverted his focus on making you do the same.

his fingers were still halfway inside of you from before, but you still gasped when he resumed his relentless pace like he had never stopped at all and igniting fire under your skin as you clung onto his shoulders. wilson isn’t the most experienced, but he quickly learns what feels best to you based on how loud you’re being: what makes you go quiet versus what makes you shudder and gasp until you finally gush on his fingers.

as the rush of euphoria reached it’s peak then began to settle, you briefly thanked this blocky world for not listening to the rules of your dimension and that this tiny little space somehow contained enough oxygen to last for forever seeing as both of you were completely out of breath. your bodies were sweaty and a bit overheated, but it somehow felt fine since it all happened with him. “let’s just… stay like this for a bit… i’m so tired, and this feels so nice,” you sighed as a spell of fatigue suddenly swept over the two of you, leaning into his chest and letting him wrap his arms around you while relishing in the sound of his rapid heartbeat.

“so, uh… does this mean we’re dating now?” he no longer felt scared that his feelings would be unrequited, knowing that you felt same (he would have to ask later how long it’s been…).

“yeah,” you said without hesitation and placing a more loving kiss on his lips before falling asleep, “we are…” the two of you remained like that for long after the sun rose, not even realizing when your other two teammates exposed you to the light after digging you both up. it didn’t require a rocket scientist to figure out what happened over the past six hours based on the mostly nude state of your unconscious bodies, giving them a good chuckle, something to bully both of you eternally over, and a new awakening of desire that wanted to join in on the fun lit inside of them.

[hearts444karma]

「　𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ！」　☆彡　vezalius bandage

“you worried me. you worried me sick!” he mumbled turning to face you, looking directly into your eyes.

“Zaliii~ i’m sorry. I didnt expect it to be an ambush.” you whined, only to realize that Vezalius wasn’t even looking you in the eyes anymore. his eyes were fixated directly on your lips. he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

instead he reached a hand out and traced it over you lip, parting it slightly.

your heart was racing faster than you could ever imagine. you were certain your face was on fire, and no matter how badly you wanted to speak, nothing would come out.

you managed to splutter a quick "Zali," and his eyes suddenly shot up to your own.

"the.. the cut on your lip.. it's bound to scar." he said. he traced it slowly with his slender, cold thumb before tracing it back to your jawline.  he started to cup your face at this point, while you sat there admiring his appearance without saying a word.

his raven black hair sat on his scalp as it normally did.

albeit the fact that a few strands fell over and hung over his right eye. his warm, golden eyes gently look into yours. and before you realized it, his lips—his beautiful, gentle lips—were suddenly on yours.

your eyes widened at the unexpected warmth that enshrouded your lips. your heart fluttered down to your stomach as you felt the sensation people describe to be "butterfies".

he swiftly withdrew before you could ease into this new entanglement and make yourself more comfortable. you immediately put your hand to your lips in shock at what had just occurred.

“i-”

“FINALLY!”

you and Vezalius turned to face the entrance of the treatment room to see Vanta carrying an unconscious Willy over his shoulder. “my otp is finally happening!!”

[krisisonkrisis]

🌸❄️ [ Zuttobros ] 🍁☀️

my designs for zuttobros (krisisis) !! anyone's free to draw them just tag me so i can see pls 👀👉👈

[mysteriawrites]

GOING ON A MISSION TOGETHER

Ft. Krisis

An: my friends and i have realized that there’s not enough krisis content and are starving so imma make some. Enjoy da food. :D p.s will make an XSOLIEL version later

An #2: this is pre ash krisis

VEZALIUS BANDAGE

You were Zali’s assistant in helping him find the cure to the crystal curse. You joined up with him due to your own parent/guardian being afflicted by the incurable illness. You two had a certain team dynamic. You would fight off the monsters while he studied them and would heal you if you got hurt (not that he can’t fight for himself). You two made a great team, however the latest battle was particularly rough.

You had never been so exhausted in your life. You were fighting against a particularly strong crystal monster, to keep it from entering it’s nest, while zali was getting what you both hoped to be the last component needed for the cure. Minutes dragged on to feel like hours. Your body screamed at you as it was battered and bruised, with pair of broken ribs now added to the list as you were flung through the air by the beast’s brute strength.

Despite all that however, you got back up again. You had to keep fighting for the cure, for you family, and for your lover who was doing everything in his power to help the ones he loved. You steeled your resolve and with the last bit of adrenaline you had left you slew the creature. You limped your way into the nest of the now fallen foe to be met with a beaming Vezalious.

“WE DID IT! WE DID IT (Y/N)! WE’VE COMPLETED THE CURE!” He exclaimed with glee, his accent thickening with his overwhelming excitement.

You were overwhelmed with relief and joy.

“W-we did it!” You said in a whisper and the last of your adrenaline leaving your body.

The last thing you see before being engulfed in darkness is Zali running to you and calling your name.

You slowly open your eyes to be met of the blinding light of your love and savior Vezalious Bandage. His eyes lit up at the realization that you were awake.

“Welcome back my love,” he greeted.

You sat up quickly only to be met with a sharp pain in your ribs.

“Easy Mon Ange don’t want your stitches to come lose. Don’t worry we’re safe back at our camp,”

“What happened?” You asked

“You were severely injured from that last fight, but don’t worry I patched you up. You’ll need to take it easy for a few days my love,” he said kissing your forehead.

“Did we really do it Zali?” You asked.

He took your hands in his “yes Mon Amor we did it.”

“We can finally save them.”

VANTACROW BRINGER

You and Vanta were a mercenary duo. Two of the best soldiers in the world. Each of you was the strength of half an army when on your own. When together your power was unparalleled.

Today’s mission required breaking into a military base and stealing some secret weapon you think, honestly you weren’t paying attention to the briefing. You and Vanta stood atop a building waiting for the right moment to pounce.

“So first to take down 50 pays for dinner?” Vanta smiles with a mischievous grin.

“Bet!” You reply.

And from there it’s a race to see who can take down 50 guys the fastest. 1, 2, 5, 10, 15 and more go down in the first couple of minutes. They come piling out of the building one after another like card soldiers.

They don’t last long though because for every 5 guys that attack you two take down 10 each. Soon they’re all wiped out and you secure the item you were looking for.

“I won!” Vanta cries out “pay up!”

“No you didn’t” you retort.

“Did too i took out 120,”

“So did I…”

“Damn guess we’re tied then,”

As he said that you two notice movement from the corner of your eye as you notice a lone solder escaping.

“First to nab him is the winner!”

“You’re on!”

You ended up splitting the bill that night anyway.

YU Q WILSON

You and Wilson didn’t exactly start off on the right foot. You were rival hitmen in the industry, well the rivalry was actually a bit one sided. You had a tendency to steal Wilson’s kills so he wasn’t particularly fond of you.

However for this mark the buyer requested two of the of the best of the best, and that happened to be you two. Yeah Wilson wasn’t very thrilled.

“Ah not you” he exclaimed exasperated.

“I told them i could handle this on my own.” He said pouting

You didn’t respond just rolled your eyes and started walking towards your destination. You two were assigned to take out a local mafia boss in the area (Luca? Pfffft course not what made you think that) who was rival of your client. Right now you we’re having a steak out outside his hide out which was disguised as a local bar.

“Target in sight,” you said as you looked through the lends of your rifle.

“I’m going in!” Wilson said before rushing off.

“Wait no don’t!”

And that’s how you two ended up in your curreng situation, surrounded by the members of the mafia very much outnumbered.

“So genius how do you plan on getting us out of this one?” You asked Wilson in a snarky tone.

“Look I’m sorry ok I thought I could handle it,”

“Guess I’m gonna have to get us out of this mess.”

And so you guys tried to break through the horde of armed men to escape, shooting them down with your rifle to escape. Shooting at some hanging objects as well to create obstacles to slow them down. You had almost made it to the door when you heard your comrade shout,

“(Y/N) LOOK OUT!”

You whip you heard around to see a bullet coming right at you right before Wilson shoves you out of the way, the bullet grazing his shoulder. You stand there stunned.

“Hurry up we gotta get outta here!” He says grabbing your hand with his good arm and escaping out the door.

A few hours later you’re bandaging up his shoulder at the safe house.

“You’re such an idiot yknow,” you say as you finish wrapping the gauze.

“Oh come on you love me~” he replies

You stare at him for a moment before your face breaks into a smile.

“Yknow what I do.”

You close your statement with a kiss.

An #3: Sorry if this sucked I very much wrote this on a whim. Hope you like it.