#krisis x you

[kanekoii]

We have yandere krisis and yandere xsoleil but what about them with a yandere reader too? (Yandere x yandere basically) 🫨🐩🏄‍♂️🗜️🪬

lyra’s notes -> oughh you a genius anon (written backstage lmao cuz it’s showtime now DA DA DUBIDUBI DU-)

pairings -> yandere! krisis, xsoliel x yandere! gn! reader

genre -> scenario, a little angst

song -> stalk me - 6arelyhuman, bayymack & pixel hood

warnings -> yandere obv, some parts are pretty violent, strong language, if you’re sensitive to violence or blood mentions just don’t read this

YU Q WILSON ->

you share the same interests, so it almost becomes a bonding activity. he’ll be more than happy to dispose of the people in either of your lives together once he finds out you’re just like him. any method possible is perfect. it’s a date with him to go threaten and frame anyone who got too close to either of you. the prettiest of flowers bloom in the bloodiest of soil, i suppose. he’ll send you love letters masterfully penned with what you could only assume was blood flowing out of a fountain pen. to anyone else, it would be horrifying and disgusting. though, to you, it was romantic and beautiful. the kind of thing that might make another person vomit made you swoon.

VANTACROW BRINGER ->

he’s a superhero, so you can bet this gives you quite a few targets. none of his obsessive admirers are safe, fuck he’ll even kill them himself. he’s just helping make your work a little more efficient, that’s all. soon, everyone will know about the hero whose admirers keep disappearing and how nobody knows who’s behind their mangled bodies appearing in the streets. no one would ever suspect that him and his own darling would be behind it, so it’s such a rush of adrenaline every time. blades with your initials and a heart carved into them were used to mangle your shared victims as an act of intimacy.

VEZALIUS BANDAGE ->

oughh. i been waiting for this one. he’ll teach you all about anatomy and how to efficiently dispose of someone as soon as he finds out your mutual hobby. he finds it so romantic that you’d do the same for the people around him as he would to you, leaving what seemed like the both of you as the only people in the world. it’s ever so romantic to him that you would do the same that he would for you in that you would quite literally kill for him willingly.

HEX HAYWIRE ->

i’ve changed my mind and decided he’s more psychological than physical with how he makes you his. he’ll gladly keep you on his lap while he sends messages to people on his devices, encouraging them to cut you off entirely and stop talking to you and you’ll do the same for him. he, like the others, sees it as a bonding activity and an excuse to show how much he loves you. if the both of you will encourage each other’s loved ones to ignore you, then he’ll be the only person in the world who mattered to you and vice versa. he stalks as a form of love and affection, keeping tabs on all your socials. if a guy or girl or anything in between compliments one of your pictures, he’ll see to it personally that they’re blocked and their accounts are terminated.

MELOCO KYORAN ->

when you kiss the smears of blood on her face and hands, she is in heaven. kiss and lick the blood off and she’ll do the same for you. if anyone had ever even dared to try fighting back, their blood would be used in a love letter written by her. meloco would gladly take a hot bath with you to wash off the blood on both of your bodies. her umbrella has a blade hidden in it just in case she needs to use it to ward away the people around you. sometimes she wears it openly on her person just to threaten. it’s a sign of pride to the girl, being able to show her weapon of choice openly shown just to send the message that she won’t hesitate to slice anyone who dares talk to you for too long.

VER VERMILLION ->

sweet boy. he finds your obsession attractive when it comes to romance. you’re absolutely obsessed with each other to the point where he’d kill anyone for you. kill his emotions and his own personality, a sense of his own “self” if you didn’t like his personality anymore. he’d remain ver vermillion, just with a vastly different personality and outlook on life. as long as you were happy, he could learn to be happy too. happy as his friends disappear and he’s left with only you, the thing he had learned to live for in the first place.

DOPPIO DROPSCYTHE ->

you and him would become known as the couple who would quite literally kill for each other. you’d be on the run together like the modern fucking bonnie and clyde, anyone who gets in your way won’t see the light again and the last thing they’ll see are the faces of the two lovers. maybe it’s a problem that doppio finds you extremely attractive when your cute face and body are splattered with an innocent’s blood, but he doesn’t care one bit as he licks the blood off your cheek (sorry this one got real weird just know i’m writing this super late at night so i’m a little unhinged)

KOTOKA TORAHIME ->

she’s a little too oblivious to realize you’re just like her unless you tell her outright. as soon as you tell her though, the girl’s love for you will increase tenfold. she didn’t even know it was possible to love you even more than she already did, but knowing you’re just as dedicated to her as she is to you makes her heart flutter. the knowledge that her friends and family are both literally and figuratively being cut from her by you will never fail to make her swoon and her heart flutter.

[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.”

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[fakesimp]

Together

Warning !

Hurt/Comfort ; Fluff ; Mentions of Crying ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Last part of this !

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His eyes fluttered up when he heard your voice after a long silence, he was quite nervous as he stood there waiting for your response.

He would lie if he said the silence didn't make him scared, afraid of what about to happen between you two, to the point he just want to run away and never show himself again, but if he did that, you're going to be all alone..

He despise that thought.

"Do.. you really?" You asked him, trying to see if he's telling the truth or simply playing with you, his eyes staring back to yours.

Soft, filled with love and longing, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time, but then you didn't miss the sadness in his eyes, it only appeared for one second before he slowly approached you.

Reaching out his hands towards you, waiting for you to place yours on top of his. Once he felt your warmth on his hand, he gently brush his thumb along your knuckles.

"Frustrated, Jealous, How I wish I was the one you look upon," He started, "I wish for you to look at me, yet, You doesn't seem to notice me."

"I was about to give away my feelings, and accept defeat until I saw you shed tears because of him" His other hand reaching out to the corner of your eyes, gently brushing against the corner with his thumb. "It shatters, It breaks my heart to see you cry.."

"I want to engulf you into my arms and comfort you, but I was afraid you will reject me" He paused for a moment, staring into your eyes with so much emotions.

"The day these beautiful eyes shed tears, is the day I promise myself I will not let you got hurt, be it physically or emotionally" He planted a kiss on your forehead, "I like you, so much that it hurts to see you never look at me the same"

You stared down at his hand that's holding yours so, delicately. As if he'll break yours if he held it too strong, you unconsciously held his hand back, giving them a gentle squeeze.

To let him know that, you've heard everything.

"... Please, ...look at me.." He said, barely in a whisper. You're lucky enough to heard what he said, and you tilt your head up a bit.

Both of you made eye contact, and how surprised you are to see crystal like tears started forming at the corner of his eyes. Your hands immediately went up to his face and it's your turn to brush your thumb, wiping his tears that's threatening to flow down.

"I'm sorry.." You apologized, He leaned his face close to your palm, he closed his eyes and you can feel his breath stuttered as he basked into your warmth.

"Will you look at me now?" His voice wavered as he asked the question, his eyes glistens as he stared at yours.

"..Yes, I'm sorry it took me this long to notice you" You said, and by that simple answer you gave him, he immediately pulled you into his arms.

He doesn't even mind how long he needs to wait, to think you're now in his arms, he felt overwhelmed, also relieved. He was so happy to the point he wants to cry.

You then felt his body shook, and soon your shoulder slowly getting soaked wet, you guessed it was from his tears since you can hear soft sobs start to emit from his quivering lips. ".. Thank you, ..so much ..for giving me a chance"

You hugged him as tight, providing the comfort he had been seeking from you.

After awhile, both of you are now in the living room, on the couch, him laying his head on your lap as you gently ran your fingers through his hair locks, lulling him to sleep.

Gentle hiccups can be heard from him as he snuggle himself closer to you, holding your other hand close to his beating heart as a silent thank you for choosing him.

And a thank you for looking at him after what happened between you and the other, you brush some of his hair away from his face, you smiled pathetically at yourself.

How did you not notice him at all?

You've been completely blinded by your feelings towards the other to the point he was hurting and you didn't even know, since he had told you that he promised he won't let you cry anymore.

Perhaps, You should do the same. For not letting him cry, at least not by himself. You'll be there, with him.

Not as a Friend,

But as a Lover.

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

Here we go ! Last part !

And I'll probably write for the nsfw part of slithering soon, but please don't wait for it because I am not entirely sure either when this 'soon' going to be (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

[exhokai]

Thoughts on subby krisis? especially wilson and vanta

PUGHDJEBSNQLOW RHE OH MY GOD

to whoever you are, thank you

this is v short im in class but

okay in all honesty when i saw wilson i was like “theres no fucking way he doesn’t whimper” HONEST TO GOD. he would definitely shake while you edge him and beg for you to let him cum.

also size king

tbh. vanta. 😍

mommys boy but MOMMYS BOY like CRIES when he cums tbh there is NO WRONG. would probably lay in his own spend while hes too delirious to get up and just babbling nonsense

zali. ough. zali.

would def be like “what are you gonna do” then you slap his ass and he crumbles like a marzapan (i should buy some.)

would def be bratty but also crumble and be a pillow princess the moment you touch him, seeing his pretty face all twisted while you touch him in all the right spots

i love krisis

[celestiaras]

everything i ever fucking needed

ALSO THE BIT WILSON TAPPING ON VANTAS SHOULDER WAS SO IN CHARACTER

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.

[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.

[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?"

[fakesimp]

I don't do reblogs as you can see :)

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They did one for me, and it's amazing lol

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And yes ! It's my persona, and yes. I have a persona, but I mostly draw traditionally (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

Anyways my persona aside, fill those slots up if you guys can !

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[desired-deity]

Because I Love Him

KENJI x Gn! READER

Genre: Fluffy fluff

Warning: A few swears. That’s it 👍

Summary: You and Kenji decided to play a horror game and let’s just say…it ended out with screams (and laughs)

A/N: Ah! Another Kenji post after a few!! Also, the Krisis poll is up until July 13th! Go and vote on the poll now!!💜

“KENJI GO— KENJI- GO BITCH! AAAAAAA” You screamed so loud that you might get a noise complaint from your neighbors. You were known for doing videos with Kenji, most of them being horror just for the fun of it.

“DID YOU DIE?? Y/N?! DID YOU FUCKING DIE- AAAAAAAA!!! BITCH GET AWAY FROM ME HOLY SHIT- Y/N!” Kenji yelled for you but you didn’t answer to try and scare him. “Y-Y/n…you are here right?” He said, fake crying but you just decided to drop it and blame it on chat. 

“I’m sorry Kenji! My chat told me to do it!” You lied, little did you know while you were talking to Kenji, your chat went wild.

Chat:

KKLizzy: uhm. WHAT

BlankSpace: AYO! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!

ThatSwifty: THEY’RE LYING KENJI! WHY YOU PUTTING THIS ON US Y/N?!?!?!

You looked at chat and your avatar’s eyes widened as yours did too. “I don’t know what you all are talking about chat! It was you!”

A super chat came in:

Kenji

$150.00

Wow, You blamed it on chat. How could you

“OKAY KENJI OKAY I GET IT! But thank you for the super chat.” You said laughing at the act Kenji did, you looked at chat again.

Chat:

ItTakes4: LMFAOOOOO

haienhakanen: HAHAHA KENJI LOOKIN AFTER US

ThatSwifty: LETS GO KENJIII!

KKLizzy: KENJI KENJI KENJI!

You smiled with soft eyes. This is the person that had your back. The person that makes you happy. And you started to cry, sniffling and wiping your eyes. Kenji’s avatar stiffened and his eyes went wide. He didn’t know what to say.

Chat:

KKLizzy: Y/n?

Zara_Zamura: Hey hey, Y/n, are you okay?

FNaFLover: Y/n??? What’s wrong???

“It’s nothing…just. I’m happy that you all enjoy this and I’m happy that you all like me and Kenji just joking around and…sniff sniff…just let us be, us. I’m so happy that I have made it here and that you all make this environment here enjoyable and  you all make me feel loved. Thank you all so much.” You said. Your chat could hear the love and happiness in your voice. They were there for you and you were there for them.

“Thank you all. You too Kenji. You got me here in the first place. You got me to where I am today. So chat, go show love to Kenji. Please, I beg of you.” You said, your avatar looked at the camera while Kenji was just staring in shock. You smiled and decided to say something else.

“Because I love him.”

Maybe a part 2????

~Love ZZ!💜

[aiboers111]

we’re just friends!!!!

yu q wilson x reader

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wrote this at 10pm cause thats when i write best :33 this is so heavily queer platonic relationship coded and i think the aromantic in me is shining through with this one!! if u can’t tell by now i love wilson.

sleeping together and cuddling (NO HOMO!!)

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SONG - PP1 by frakkur

you two were friends, and friends always were there to support you were feeling down. it was quite the stressful day, and the second you got home you immediately opened your phone to text your friend, wilson. you’ve always felt comfortable with him, and the two of you seem to have quite the deep connection.

he comes over not long after you message him, and the two of you set up base in your living room. he listens carefully as you spill out your troubles, rambling on about everything and nothing. if you need to cry, simply hug him and rest your head on the crook of his neck, let out all ur tears, he doesn’t mind.

after you’ve finally seemed to be a bit better, he’ll make sure ur in tip-top shape before asking if u need anything else to help u feel any more well. if you want him to stay the night, he’ll gladly do so!! sleeping in the same bed isn’t too uncommon for you too, as you both have your moment like this. it’s more often at his house, as being a hero gets very stressful and can hurt both emotionally and physically.

if you’re too tired, he’ll help you brush your hair. fingers running carefully through the strands, brushing oh so gently as to not hurt you. after finishing , he’ll sit in bed with you as you fall asleep, scrolling on his phone and talking to krisis. after you’ve fallen asleep, he can finally allow himself to rest. his eyes flutter close as he puts down his phone and lays down, wrapping one familiar arm around your waist and pulling you in to hug you as he dozes off. his presence is so comforting, just knowing you have someone who you can both care for and rely on to care for you makes your heart practically burst with joy.

[kanekoii]

its midnight and im having wilson withdrawals !!! can i rq domestic hcs/scenario (pick ur fav) wirh gn!reader :3 pls and tyy

mika's notes -> school testing may be kicking my ass but here i am writing this shit before class (very poetic)

pairing -> yu q. wilson x gn! reader

genre -> fluffy headcanons

song -> butterflies - stray kids

warnings -> sink the yacht, some mentions of marriage

OK FIRST OFF he is just the sweetest fella ever

like, imagine waking up with him on a warm morning, his soft hair the same color as the sun peeking through the windows. his eyes are the perfect contrast to the soft and warm golds of his hair, being a bright blue.

he'd have you wrapped up in his arms every night! waking up with you and being able to hold you as if he's protecting you in his sleep just makes his heart flutter!

imagine cooking with him <3 not for him, because he wants to help. he'll stay out of your way as much as he can, but he definitely wants to help in any way he can!

wilson is literally just the softest and fluffiest fella ever, days spent at home with him are spent doing things you love <3

watching movies with him, watching your favorite tv shows, you name it and he'd be happy to do it with you

but like more domestic things, he actually ENJOYS doing chores with you! it makes him feel so close to you, almost like you're a married couple and that makes his little heart soar.

the idea of being your husband never fails to make him the happiest little guy known to man. his pretty eyes will light up in pure joy as he imagines the ring on his finger, never taking it off.

maybe one day, he'll have the courage to actually ask you to marry him and that dream of having that ring on his finger to symbolize his undying commitment and love for you.

[brisquad-unit-4402]

things zali would say while you’re asleep

ah yes the classic confession while someone’s asleep. i need to abuse zali’s lore as a medic more

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, pre-relationship, pining zali, reader is a krisis hero, sickfic, confession-but-not-quite, i had fun with a translator, rare flustered zali

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Unfortunately Zali is an early riser by occupation, not nature, and clocks into the A.S.H. infirmary at 5:00 AM sharp. The beds are usually unoccupied, leaving the medic to his own research, but today he stops walking by one.

The other day, you and the rest of Krisis did the whole crime-fighting planet-defending thing, as expected. Also as expected, you took care of the threat without a hitch as a 4-person unit.

It was the day after that posed a problem. Namely, a 100-degree-Fahrenheit problem. Somehow you didn’t even get a scratch while beating the villain of the week, but you woke up to a sore throat, a stuffy nose, and a fever. As your medic, Zali was the first person you contacted.

You asked for any easy home remedies, expecting some French chicken noodle recipe or a home remedy.

He insisted on bedrest in the infirmary instead.

Damn medical professionals and their overreactions.

Despite your protests, Zali has a hard time thinking it was the wrong choice. He stands beside your medical bed with a clipboard in hand.

Sleep treated you well. Your pale cheeks and reddened nose were less noticeable now that you had time to rest (and a cool towel along your forehead), but your arms were cast off to the side as if you were reaching for something while you slept.

Zali watched your chest rise and fall. Rise and fall. Good. Regular breathing patterns are always a good sign with respiratory infections. A quick check with the stethoscope confirmed that it wasn’t interfering with your heart, too. Definite improvement all around.

He still held two fingers to your throat to check your pulse, though. Heartbeats thump, thump, thumped underneath his gloved fingers. He didn’t bother to log that test outcome on his clipboard; he has the results logged up there in his head.

“You’re doing better,” he says. His instinct is to explain his logic to the patient, but then he looks at your sleeping face, and now he feels awfully silly for it. He usually doesn’t talk out loud when his patients are asleep, but he’s inclined to keep you informed. “You can tell, I think. You’re not waking up in the middle of the night because of your stuffy nose.”

He giggles at that. He lost count of how many times you snorted awake (quite literally) before he retired for the night. As he shakes his head with amusement, he notices a bundle of fluff at the base of your bed.

Zali reaches down to pick it up, and stares back at a small Vezkit plush. The Vezkit was one of his many tools to subdue problem patients, such as children on the rare occasion that he had to heal them. If he noticed his patient was getting antsy, he’d offer the Vezkit as comfort. And, yes, when you were so stuffed-up he could barely understand your voice last night, he figured you could’ve used the comfort.

He glances at you, and how your arms are splayed out on the side of the bed where the Vezkit sat. No wonder the poor guy was misplaced—you accidentally dropped it in your sleep while you were cuddling it.

The thought makes Zali giggle again. “Be careful not to harm the citizens in your care, Reader,” he teases. “What would we do if you dropped a real Vezkit in action?”

Rise and fall, regular breathing. Zali doesn’t need to wait for you to respond, but he watches your face anyways. Even in sickness, you look peaceful.

“I should get you a new towel,” he says aloud.

He returns a second later, and when he removes the old towel, the thermometer confirms you're at 100.6F. With a sigh, Zali places a hand on your forehead. Just as hot as he expected. “You still need to rest,” he instructs to no one. “I don’t want my Reader to feel under the weather.” He rethinks. “Our Reader. You’re one of us.”

The hand rolls down to your cheek next. Fingers end under your jaw at the pulse point he checked earlier, and rubs along your cheek.

In a quiet breath, Zali mutters to himself. “Stop that.” He can’t find it in himself to quit, though. To a bystander it would be clear he isn’t just checking your temperature anymore, but your cheek fits perfectly into his palm. “Reader, you’re irresistible.”

Earlier he managed to excuse himself, but now Zali awkwardly chuckles. “My goodness, I’m really doing this now.” He finds it easy to tell your resting face things he’d never dream of saying out loud when you’re awake.

Silence fills the space when he doesn’t admit anything. Why is this so hard? It must be easier than a proper confession, but Zali is thankful for the bandages he wraps around his face like a medical mask. At least he can pretend he can keep his blush to himself, even if there’s no one to see it.

“You brighten up our days,” he continues, grabbing a fresh towel and letting water soak through it until it’s cooling to the touch. “But you have no idea how much you affect people.” He wrings the towel so tight that his rubber gloves stretch with the force. “Least of all how you affect me.”

He folds the towel neatly and returns to your bedside. Your lips are parted slightly as you sleep, a soft color, and one that he wished he could dwell on. Since your head was slightly tilted, he could admire the contours of your face, from the tip of your nose to the curve of your cheeks, all the way up to your forehead which so dearly needed something to cool it down.

That reminds him of his task, but his heart keeps skipping beats as he looks at you. Hair rested over your face and along your forehead as you slept, and as he watched you, a strand fell a little lower. You look angelic.

Zali unravels the bandages along his face, then quickly kisses the towel.

The desire to kiss you has been one Zali has resisted for a long time, but he’s starting to lose the fight. He flips the towel over, intending to place the side he kissed onto your forehead. Indirect and secondhand.

He tries not to think about how soft your hair is as he brushes it out of the way. Tries not to admire your eyelashes and the bridge of your nose, or the way your lips must be as soft as they look.

But that leaves the forehead, and before he can think any better of it, Zali lays his lips there.

The medic regains his sense a second after and practically lurches back. He slaps a hand over his greedy mouth as he turns away, brain going into overdrive as the blood rushes to his head. How unprofessional! How improper! Is he really this weak for you when you’re in his care? He buries himself further into his hands, letting out a groan as he does, begging these thoughts to abandon him at least until he’s done caring for your illness.

But he does glance at you through his fingers, and maybe it’s because he’s swooning, but he swears you look a little sweeter after being on the receiving end of his kiss.

Zali sighs, hoping that’ll clear his head even though he knows the outcome, and places the towel down as intended. “Cute.”

Saying that was a mistake. Now he’s even more flustered, but ‘cute’ doesn’t even begin to describe you. “Tu es éblouissante,” Zali tries. “J’espère pouvoir admettre cela un jour.”

That’s not enough either, but his native French confessions come easier to him, and the rest he can keep locked up in a small dark place no one else can see, least of all you.

He adjusts the towel into place, then pats your head as a final affection. Meanwhile, the Vezkit plush watched him work on the bedside table, and you could use the comfort.

The fabric is fuzzy in his hands, and the perfect size to hold. Your arms haven’t moved at all since you let go of the Vezkit in your sleep, which serves as the perfect place to return the plush.

Zali sets the Vezkit down, and in your deep sleep, you immediately react to its fluffiness. Your hands twitch first, then your arms rise to keep it close.

However, sleeping heroes can’t see their surroundings, and Zali’s eyes widen as you hold his hand down. You managed to grab both the plush and his arm in one fell swoop.

If his face wasn’t red enough before, it certainly is now. Take his heart too while you’re at it. Not like he needs it anymore. It’s going way too fast to be functioning properly.

“Oh. Oh, gosh.” His breath catches as he nervously laughs with a hand over his mouth, hoping it’ll make him sound less lovesick. “Don’t give me hope.”

He can already imagine Wilson teasing him, or Vanta calling him whipped. They wouldn’t be wrong, though. Zali is supposed to be the composed one. He can smooth-talk his way out of a situation, or go unaffected by femme fatales and playboys, but he’d do just about anything if you were the one asking him for a favor.

And in this case, he’s got a million things to work on, but he can’t think of a single one. They’re all flimsy excuses to break out of your warm grasp. None of them sound appetizing compared to this, even if you held him unknowingly.

“Oh, forget it.” With a huff, Zali bites on the edge of his glove and pulls it off. It’s rare for him to work without one, whether it be medical-grade or the black pair he dons religiously, but he hungers for contact.

Fingertips hardened by battle medicine caress your face as gentle as can be. He doesn’t want to go further—not while you’re unaware—but he really can’t get over how easy it is to set his hand along your cheek and jaw, soaking up the soft skin like sun to a plant.

You really must be in deep sleep if you haven’t noticed yet. This is fine, Zali muses. The less you see of the longing look in his golden eyes, the better. Usually he would muster up his courage and just go for it, but not with you. Not when he’s never felt anything like you before, especially considering how close-knit Krisis is. Disrupting the balance is out of the question. He has to be fine with what he has instead of striving for something else, no matter how he yearns for the satisfaction, the possibility of what could be, even if he knows you don’t see him as anything other than a friend. It’s for the sake of the team.

But Zali wakes up at the crack of dawn, and you certainly aren’t, not while you’re still sick.

He can indulge himself for a little longer.

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[fakesimp]

Another Year

Warning !

Fluff ; Mostly Self Indulgence ; Mentions of Kissing ; Established Relationship

A/n !

It's my special day, I am now 20. Goddamn.

➶◜◝➴

It's one of those days, you are awake, wide awake not knowing the reason why your body refuse to let you go back to sleep, and now you're alone, not in the bedroom though, you're currently in the kitchen, preparing yourself some hot or warm drink for yourself.

As soon you have one in hand you are heading out from the kitchen to the living room, sitting down near the window. As you bask yourself in the silence along with the warm drink, you then heard, "You really have to leave me alone in the bed now did you" a familiar voice echoed throughout the living room.

"Haha, what a way to announce yourself" You chuckled and looked over at the entrance of the living room, and there he is standing there, hair, messy, eyes drowsy, he strolled over to you and as soon as you see him approaching you set down your glass away and wait for him.

Once you are engulfed in his arms, he buried his face at the crook of your neck, his nose brushing against your skin, inhaling your scent. "A bad dream? Or you couldn't go back to sleep?" He whispered right next to your ear, making you shiver. "Mm, Second one" you replied shortly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, also indulging yourself into his hold, letting his scent dominate yours.

"Do you want to talk about it darling?" He asked as he gently brush his thumb along the lines of your hips, you slowly shook your head. He hummed softly and kissed your ear, then slowly to your cheeks. He leaned away from you a bit, to see your face, his hand slowly find their solace at your cheek. His thumb graze along your plush cheeks, he smiled, no words need to be exchanged.

He planted a gentle kiss on your lips before he whispered, "I'm here if you ever need anyone to talk to" he said planting his lips once again along your face, making you chuckle at his actions. "Thank you, I appreciate that" now it's your turn to plant a gentle kiss on him, "God, you're so intoxicating" he lowly chuckled and bury his face once more at the crook of your neck.

"I am now aren't I" A chuckle escaped your lips and before you could process what happened he just scoop you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, "Oh my god, don't do that so suddenly" you breathed out, "A warning please" he laughed as he casually walked out from the living room, leading both you and him to the bedroom upstairs.

You are gently laid down on the bed, right under his weight. You are squished under him, making you laugh at his weight and tried to get him off you, the two of you shared a hearty laugh together on the bed. After awhile, he snuggled himself in your arms, burying his head under your chin. His arms wrapped around your waist, "I love you, so much you don't understand." He whispered. You ran your fingers through his hair locks as you heard him, you kissed the top of his head. "I too, belong to you, and you only"

He scoot away for a moment to kiss your lips before snuggling back in your arms, letting the drowsiness bask between the two of you.

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

Ahh.. I was planning to write a fic of, like, me (by all means my persona) with you.

But again I realized that most of you don't know how my persona looked like, also not knowing how I sound like so I scratched the idea out.

Since, I don't even know if y'all want a fic about me lmfao, anyways moving on!

I hope you guys like this <3

[keepsmagnetoaway]

Uncanny X-Men 142 (February 1981)

Chris Claremont/John Byrne

Hey look! The title finally officially changed to Uncanny X-Men! It's been on the cover for years but this is the first time this book is technically called this! Oh right also this is one of the raddest and best known X-Men covers of all time. It's fucking sick as hell. Also I have a bunch of stuff to talk about here so strap in, there's a big ol' update on this project at the end. But first...EVERYBODY DIES!

As with the last issue, I was struck re-reading this one by just how little of it actually happens in the dystopian future. It's just enough to terrify and to remain the most impactful part of this series, and subsequently it was the part that was widely copied and then done to death, but here again it's actually mostly just small, chilling glimpses like this one.

And, of course, this one.

And this one.

These panels are incredible - brutal, artful, still shocking today. But much of this issue is the "modern-day" fight with Mystique and co inside various committee rooms in Washington, and while it's not bad it's also kind of whatever, and you keep wanting to get back to these bits. It's also, eventually and despite all the X-Men deaths in the future, a story with a "happy" ending, of course: the dark timeline is, sort of, averted, and Kitty has saved the world.

This really is a hell of a story, but it's kind of impossible to tell now. Time travel, alternate futures, shock deaths, wild dystopias - this was all more or less brand new to comics at the time, a fully formed new direction, and Days of Future Past justly became a huge success because of it.

But - and I know you know this - in the end that was probably a pity, because subsequently other writers (on X-Men and other properties) went hogwild with the idea, piling bleakness up on bleakness and alternate reality upon alternate reality until none of it made any sense or had any impact. This also then of course ended up setting the tone for many, many superhero movies as well, and again that too got run into the ground pretty fast. On this blog, I'm trying to read these stories as I come to them, and on those terms Days of Future Past is a triumph, but I can't totally pretend that I don't know what comes after.

Speaking of what comes after, though... As you know, I'm using the brilliant Krushing Krisis reading guide for this blog. When I started it, I obviously did so with what that guide calls "Era 1", the actual beginning of the X-Men. I've now just finished what it defines as "Era 2", which covered the revival of the series and ends here with the end of Days of Future Past, on the brink of various other X-titles launching as the gang became truly huge in the 80s.

But...when I started with "Era 1", although that made sense, I was skipping what the guide calls "Era 0", the mishmash of comics retroactively set before the 1963 debit. There's no very obvious time to read these, of course, but I've decided to go back and do it now, before we really get into the 80s: at this point most of the foundations have been laid, so it's time to go back and look at the...foundations of the foundations? I guess? The stuff retroactively inserted under the foundations, like a basement extension? Whatever. It'll be an interesting selection of prequels, heavily featuring Wolverine but also some other stuff, and there's not that much of it, after which I'll come back to where I left off here and we'll get to the departure of John Byrne, the launch of New Mutants, all that juicy stuff.

Also, as I write this - a couple of weeks before it posts, I guess - I've been getting a really nice spike in interactions, comments etc., and it's been a delight. I'm so glad people are enjoying this, and please do subscribe, repost, yell at me in the comments about how I'm being unfair to your favourite issue, and so on.

Onward! To the (future) past!

[thechaoticplayer]

Masterlist

Fav fic of all time! Celestia's bday gift to me :D Code: 🔞 = porn w/o plot 🔞 + 💟 = porn w/ plot 💟 + anything = just plot; sfw 💘 = character x character ❤ = x reader 💞 = fluff 🖤 = angst 🖤+💞 = hurt/comfort ❣ + anything = request 🌹 + anything = rant, ramble, drabble, shes obsessing again

happy reading darlings!

masterlist ❤🥀 VTubers

Alban Knox Whimpering 🔞🌹

Psyborg Being Psyborg 🔞💟❣💘

Hex Haywire: Breeding Kink! 🔞🌹❤

Grinding Up On Shu Yamino 🔞❤

Uki Violeta x Shxtou Basically 🔞💟❣💘

Krisis having fun on the minecraft bed 🔞🌹❣

Predator Ike Devouring You Whole 🔞💟❤

Dom! Pomu Rainpuff Headcanons!🔞❤❣🌹

Brat Tamer Luca🔞❤❣🌹

Ike/Vox × Uki/Fulgar Smashing in the living room🔞❣💘💟

Fulgar Ovid Hate Sex🔞❣❤

Submissive ahh Kyo Kaneko🔞❤❣🌹

The Confident Student Council President🔞💟❤

Subby Vox Akuma🔞❤🌹❣

Relaxing Hex Haywire🔞❤❣🌹

Dommy Scarle Yonaguni🔞❤🌹❣

Sub Yu Q. Wilson & Claude Clawmark🔞🌹❤

Yu Q. Wilson Edging Ya🔞❤❣

Puppy reader x Vox Akuma 🔞❤🌹

Oliver Evans Railing You 🔞❤🌹❣

Claude & Shu Cockwarming🔞❤🌹❣

Soft Nsfw Doppio Dropscythe x reader 🔞❤🌹❣💞

Hex Haywire Going Down on You🔞❤🌹❣

Pussy drunk Doppio Dropscythe🔞❤🌹❣

Academic Rivals W/ Ver Vermillion🔞❤🌹❣

Stressed Out! Reader x Shu Yamino🔞❤❣🌹

Hex Haywire x reader x Meloco Kyoran🔞❤❣

Misc.

Angst Drabble🖤🌹💟

Dating chaotic headcanons 💟🌹💞❤

Genshin Impact

Nothing here yet....

Honkai Star Rail

Mutual pining and first time w Gepard 💟🔞❤️🌹

[anonymous-rendezvous]

˗ˏˋ 100 Followers Event ˎˊ˗

We're going to do a community fic for 100 followers where you guys send us an ask with a pairing and a scenario/AU. Then we'll be throwing all pairings and scenarios into separate wheels and see what fate gives us!

We'll accept both Solo!character x GN!Reader's and Poly!Character's x GN!Reader. (E.g. Shu x GN!Reader, Doppio/Ver/GN!Reader, etc.)

These are the groups we write for: Luxiem, Noctyx, XSoleil & Krisis. But we can also write for Ren, Kyo, HoloTempus, & Shoto if people want more variety.

Also, feel free to get creative with your pairings! We will accept cross-wave parings.

Here's the list so far!

EDIT: Here are the winners! Thank you to everyone who submitted parings and AU's

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Rules:

╰┈➤ No HoloArmis yet, they only just debuted. We'd love to include them in the future but we can't include them in this event.

╰┈➤ All pairings will include GN!Reader.

╰┈➤ We can write polly but please don't suggest anything bigger than 5 members. So no Luxiem x Noctyx x GN!Reader or such.

╰┈➤ Mysta and Yugo will still be included in this event, so if someone suggests full Poly!Luxiem or full Poly!Noctyx, they will be included. This also applies to Magni and Vesper.

╰┈➤ Every pairing only gets one vote. So if two people suggest the same pairing, it's only counted once.

╰┈➤ Keep all suggestions as sfw as possible.