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Soo, its almost been a year since Krisis debut, and i remember how my first impressions were totally overturned. So i was thinking: what if they are a totally different person in bed?

Ex: Vanta might seems a dom but what if is the most whiny bottom of all? Or Wilson a rough Top with a praise kink or Zali a soft Dom who likes dirty talk?

I was kinda curious but feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write it.

Thank you so much and wish a good day/evening/night 👋 (sorry for the bad English, I'm still learning)

💌 : ITS BEEN SO LONGGG RNSNAISDN IM SO PROUD OF THEM <33 this idea is amazing and so fun to create!!!! ILOVEKRISIS123!!! your english is amazing, no worries!!

vantacrow bringer

vanta might be the life of the party and full of confidence outside the bedroom, but once things get intimate, he's a mess.

he turns into the ultimate needy sub, constantly begging for attention, touch, and validation. "please, babe, dont stop! i need it so bad!" is his mantra.

loves being teased endlessly and will pout if things don't go his way, giving those wide, pleading puppy-dog eyes.

loves being restrained; not because he enjoys being helpless, but because it forces him to lean into his vulnerability. he'll tug at the bonds while looking up at you with teary eyes

despite the whining, he secretly loves being edged and overstimulated, making every little sensation feel 10x more intense.

super vocal. he's the typre to make the loudest, most desperate noises that leave you blushing if the walls are thin. if you try to quiet him? he whimpers even louder, muttering, "but i can't be quiet!"

his favorite thing? collapsing in a pile of his mess, whining some more about how he "can't move anymore"

aftercare for him is sacred. he demands cuddles, snacks, and nonstop kisses, claiming "im fragile, okay? you broke me" but the next day he'll smugly brag about how "you couldn't keep your hands off me"

yu q. wilson

wilson's transition from goofy to dominant is instantaneous. one second he's joking around, and the next, his voice drops an octave, and he's got this smirk that makes your knees weak.

his praise kink is unmatched, he'll absolutely destroy you with firm but careful handling and growls of, "you're so good for me, aren't you"

has a knack for finding your weak spots, mentally and physically, and exploiting them in the best way. he'll lean in and whisper, "look at you falling apart for me," with this maddeningly calm tone.

despite the rough edge, he's hyperaware of your limits.

a sucker for reactions. the more breathless or desperate you sound, the cockier and rougher he gets. "that's it. that's what i wanna hear. keep going."

absolutely thrives off leaving marks, but he loves it when you show them off. if you cover them up, he'll tease, "hiding my work? afraid someone might ask what happened?"

post-sess his softer side comes through. he'll pull you into his arms, stroke your back, and murmur things like, "you did so good for me," while making sure you're hydrated and comfortable

vezalius bandage

romantic and caring as ever, but his soft demeanor hides his penchant for filthy talk in bed. "you like when i touch you like this, don't you? tell me exactly how much," he'll say with that calm, coaxing voice that makes you melt.

he's a soft dom through and through, focused on making you feel like the most cherished person in the world while still having you completely under his control.

loves whispering sweet nothings with a dirty edge, making you blush with the contrast between his actions and words.

has the perfect balance of control and care. he'll dominate you with his words and actions but always check in with a soft, "still doing okay, mon amour?" that makes your heart melt.

has a soft spot for hearing you say his name, he'll go weak at the knees if you moan it just right, making his push just a little further to hear it again

#DDDESIRE... ft. doppio dropscythe

( warnings ) : gn!reader. explicit content + fingering + eating out. 18+ minors dni

It had been weeks since you’d last seen him. The days felt like months, every second stretching unbearably as you replayed the last time you were together. His touch, his voice, his gaze— every detail had burned itself into your memory. Tonight, the ache of missing him was too much to bear.

You sought solace in your own hands, letting your thoughts drift to him. The way he whispered your name, the fire in his eyes when he looked at you, the way his hands knew every inch of your body— it all came rushing back, fueling the heat pooling in your core. Your breath quickened as you lost myself in the fantasy, body responding to the phantom touch of the man you craved more than anything.

The quiet creak of the door jolted you back to reality. Your heart stuttered, a mix of embarrassment and hope crashing over. And then you saw him.

He stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes dark and intense as they swept over you. The air crackled with unspoken desire as his lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.

“Pretend I’m not here,” he said, his voice rich with heat, sending a shiver down your spine.

The heat that warmed your cheeks didn’t deter him; if anything, it spurred him on. His gaze burned, not with judgment but with raw hunger. The thought of him watching, his presence amplifying every sensation, made your pulse race.

He crossed the room in a few strides, his confidence making your heart flutter. Dropping to his knees before you, he cupped your face with such tenderness that it made your chest ache. “I couldn’t stay away any longer,” he confessed, his voice rough with emotion. “But seeing you like this? God, I need you.”

With a gentle yet commanding touch, he guided your hands away, replacing them with his own. His mouth descended on you, and the first stroke of his tongue made you gasp, body arching toward him instinctively. Every movement of his lips and tongue was a reminder of how much you both missed this— missed each other.

“You taste like heaven,” he growled against your core, his voice a deep rumble that resonated through you. His words alone were almost enough to undo you.

Your hands found his hair, tangling in the familiar magenta strands, pulling him closer as if you could make him a part of you. His touch was relentless, worshipful, as though he were making up for all the time you’ve been apart.

“You’re mine,” he rasped, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves through your body. And with that, the dam broke 🤭. Pleasure surged through you, leaving you gasping and crying out his name, the sound raw and filled with the depth of longing.

“Doppio~!”

As the tremors subsided, he held you through the aftershocks, clamping your thighs, his touch grounding you even as the world tilted. His kisses trailed up your body, each one deliberate, each one carrying the weight of his love. When his lips finally met yours, he whispered against them, “I love you.”

Can i ask how Krisis members (separately or Polykrisis 👉👈) would celebrate the first anniversary of marriage with the reader?

Sorry this isn't really detailed, i don't have much imagination :(

vezalius bandage

a true romantic at heart, plans an evening filled with small gestures that bring back memories of the past year. he recreate your wedding day with small twists, like choosing a different scenic spot for a private dinner or filling the room with the flowers from your bouquet.

vantacrow bringer

he wants to make your anniversary an adventure to remember. plans a spontaneous trip to somewhere you’ve never been before, where you’ll spend the day exploring and trying new experiences together.

yu q. wilson

he’s really someone who loves creative expressions, so he’ll spend months working on a personalized gift, like a handmade scrapbook, painting, or song, to commemorate the past year.

POLYKRISIS

The day begins softly, with you waking to a quiet, candle-lit breakfast on the balcony, prepared by Zali. He laid out a beautiful spread of your favorite breakfast items, and as you eat, he presents you with a small book containing notes and mementos from the past year together. A mix of pressed flowers, handwritten notes, and candid photos capturing little moments you’d almost forgotten.

As you’re finishing up, Vanta appears, grinning with a glint of excitement. “Alright, lovebirds, time for some fresh air!” He packed a surprise hiking trip to a nearby spot, insisting it’s a special place he’s been wanting to share with you. 

You set out together, laughter and light-hearted teasing filling the air as you make your way through the woods. It was challenging as ever, but with each of them encouraging you, it made your stress die down.

When you finally reach a scenic overlook, the view is breathtaking, you all settle down on a picnic blanket that Vanta had packed, pulling out snacks and drinks as you take in the view. Wilson then surprises you by pulling out a canvas and paints, inviting each of you to add your own little detail to a collaborative painting. 

It starts with Wilson sketching the landscape before Zali adds small, delicate flowers, and Vanta playfully splashes bold, bright colors to capture the energy of the day. By the time the painting is complete, it feels like a snapshot of your relationship—a mix of beauty, excitement, and artistry, all intertwined.

As evening falls, you head home, where Zali transformed the living room into a cozy, candle-lit space with music playing softly in the background. The three of them exchange knowing smiles before presenting their final surprise: sex a beautiful scrapbook filled with memories from the day. Wilson carefully crafted each page, and Vanta scribbled funny notes in the margins, while Zali added heartfelt quotes about love and connection.

You spend the rest of the night reminiscing, holding each other close as you talk about the journey you’ve taken together and all the dreams you share for the future. By the end of the night, lying in each other’s arms, it feels like the three of them have crafted the perfect anniversary celebration, a day that is as layered and vibrant as your love for each other.

if it's not too much to ask, could I request ver with a reader (also a member of the xsoleil council) who's trying to convince him to take a break from working >< could be nsfw if you want too!!

thankyew thankyew!! (and could I be 🍓 anon ?? :3c)

Ver, our sweet and handsome kaicho, is pouring over documents in the council room, his dark hair clipped back as he focuses intently. You’re also a member of the student council, and you can’t help but notice how hard Ver’s been working lately. He’s been missing out on events, partying with the group, and spending time with you. Concerned for his well-being, you decide it’s time for him to take a break.

You walk over to where he’s is sitting, his head buried in paperwork. “Hey, Ver,” you say with a smile, “how about we take a little break? You’ve been at this for hours.”

He looks up, brushing back some loose strands of hair, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “Oh, hey. I didn’t realize how late it was. But there’s just so much to do.”

You pull up a chair in front of him. “That’s exactly why you need a break. The work will still be here when we get back. Come on, let’s go grab a coffee or something.”

He hesitates, glancing back at the pile of work. “I appreciate the concern, but really, there’s so much to get done,” he says, shifting in his seat, a hint of guilt in his eyes.

You lean forward, crossing your arms with a playful, yet firm smile. “Ver, you need this. Running yourself into the ground isn’t going to make the work disappear. I’m not letting you do anything until you actually relax.”

He sighs, realizing he’s not going to win this one. “You’re a little too good at convincing me,” he murmurs, finally dropping his pen in front of him, relaxing just a bit.

“That’s because I know what’s best for you,” you say with a grin. His cheeks flush faintly at that, and for once, he doesn’t argue. The two of you spend the next hour chatting about life outside the council, and slowly, Ver’s shoulders loosen, the tension melting away.

Finally, as you’re both finishing up, you lean a bit closer, catching his gaze. “You know,” you murmur, your voice low and warm, “since you actually listened to me, I think you deserve a reward.”

much luvv,, xoxo saku!!!! <33

mornings with shu tend to start with that playful, teasing side of his, and, on rare occasions, his mischievous streak takes a sharper turn. you wake up to find him still tangled in the sheets, but now his gaze has a glint to it, a mix of sleepy warmth and mischief that he usually saves for when you’re both alone. he reaches for you, pulling you close with an almost lazy confidence, whispering a barely-there “good morning” against your skin.

for a guy known for his tech lingo and cringe jokes, shu surprises you with his focus; he’s thorough and careful, a little more serious as he lets his hands wander, taking his time. when he’s in this mood, he’s quiet, letting actions speak louder than words, though every now and then, he’ll murmur something witty or teasing just to watch your reaction, savoring every shy smile or laugh he can draw from you.