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[brisquad-unit-4402]

the man of oral sex

was thinking about ike and then got a peaaaaak visual so here you go, some smutty headcanons i wrote instead of sleeping

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, smut, public sex, underwear smelling, lingerie mention, ike goes down on reader, reader's genitalia is ambiguous/not mentioned, ike's a giver yayay

⚠️ nsfw under the cut. content not intended for minors

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there's many reasons why ike loves eating out his partner, but one of the biggest is the taste as you come undone

ike is cute, elegant, and reserved at first glance

which just makes it more of a turn-on to see him lap you up eagerly, eyes shut and lips glossy with your spend

whether it's a romantic night in or impulsively going at it in a bathroom stall, he just can't say no when it comes to giving head

even in public

especially in public...

you don't remember the last time you went to a movie theater with him without him getting on his knees

besides, ike's hair is always messy, so it doesn't even look out of place after you pull it and shove him into your crotch

you want it fast as hell? he's chasing after you without a drop of shame as he pulls your underwear to the side, inhaling the smell like it's a designer perfume

as for slow and sensual? ike takes his time savoring your taste, exploring and toying with all your most sensitive parts until he finds the perfect weak point

when he's on his knees as you sit, he loves grabbing your hand in some way

usually he pins your wrist down against your seat, locking you into the perfect angle to eat you out

whenever the mood is right, though, he likes to lace his fingers between yours so he can rub his thumb over your trembling hand when you come

honestly? ike is a connoisseur of your lower half

your ass, the small of your back, your thighs (he's in love with your thighs). he grabs at them as he takes you, pushing you close to his mouth because he's just that desperate to get you off

his happy place is when you clench your thighs around his head, leaving him no choice but to drag his tongue along your flesh

he's so entranced, he wants to dress you up, just so he can grope the zettai ryouiki while thigh high hosiery brushes against his bare back

and let's be real, ike likes guiding your legs apart, over his shoulder, anywhere to get better access

whenever he needs to breathe he pushes one of your legs out to lick at your inner thigh, teasing you while regaining his bearings

ike's absolute favorite position, no contest, immediate hard-on: you sitting on his face

his mouth needs your pressure like a jewel needs a setting

he even encourages you to shift your weight over his face

if he dies he dies, what a wonderful way to go

the very second you sit on him, he's kissing between your thighs religiously, letting his heated breath wrap around your core

he calls you gorgeous every time you expose yourself to him—you look, smell, taste amazing

the bedding around ike frames his peridot eyes, jewelry in a velvety box under you. his lashes shield the green color as he hones in on your core. "dove," he gasps, rising in-between desperate kisses. ike lifts a hand over you, caressing the sensitive skin, lapping at the revealed corners around you. there's all this fuzz in his head, clouding over whatever he was going to say next. the only important thing is his tongue swirling around the region, so messy that saliva drips down your skin and back to his face. a heady moan falls out of his mouth, then the vibration travels into your heat. he relearns how to speak. "dove, you're divine..."

the sound of his tongue smacking along your skin is one of the most erotic sounds in the world to him

he goes at you so voraciously, he has to hold your hips down when they inevitably spasm

usually ike takes off his glasses before sex, but going down on you gets him so horny that he doesn't even think twice about them

he soaks up the beautiful sight of you from his place on the bed, then slips them off as his nose rubs you down and his lips follow suit

but when he's got nothing but your core in his head (metaphorically and literally), he gets so caught up that he doesn't even care if they break

you feel the heat rise in your belly, a tightness unwinding as ike tangles himself under you. his lips are rosy pink, turning raw from how enthusiastically he's eating you out. you can't keep your moans under control as his breath colors your most sensitive nerves. rushes of fervor overwhelm you. you cry out, unable to bear the pleasure any longer, outpouring in a whiteout stream as the heat envelops you. gasping, you return to the world by way of ike kissing on you. gentle, reverent, and adoring, he greets you before your vision can even come back. when you finally meet his eyes, he exhales. fog clings to his glasses, pushed askew and splattered from your arousal, revealing the red flush of satisfaction adorning his face.

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[brisquad-unit-4402]

luxiem and noisy sex

hey guys sorry i was mia for a while you see it was because i was [DEAFENING EXPLOSION AND AFTERSHOCK FOLLOWED BY COLLAPSING DEBRIS, THUNDER CRASH, BICYCLE HORN SOUND EFFECTS]

tags: established relationship, gender neutral reader, smut, bottom/top or sub/dom not specified

⚠️ blow job mention in shu's entry

⚠️ mature content under read more. content under read more is not intended for minors

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🖋 Ike Eveland

relatively quiet. ike doesn't make a racket often— it's more likely that he'll either tease you with dirty talk and come-ons

but once his brain gets too fucked out to stay coy, he's all shaky breaths and little whines

you can hear him quivering under his breath, as if getting caught would be a problem

which it very much isn't

invite him to get a little louder if you want an adorably flustered, adorably hard novelist. he'll feel so dirty if you do, but at the same time, he feels like making noise proves how much he trusts you

if you're noisy:

even though he doesn't make much noise, sex with you isn't complete without coaxing such sweet squeaks out of you

he takes it as a challenge, trying to figure out which part of your body is most sensitive by how loud you react

it makes him feel so sexy, and desirable, and powerful no matter what position he's in

prefers when you can't form words anymore, only helpless cries. oh, and if you actually do cry? god, he'll remember that forever

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🦁 Luca Kaneshiro

brings a whole new definition to "loud in bed". like seriously, even if you've had noisy partners before, luca puts them all to shame without even trying

he reacts to almost everything, and it doesn't take him a lot to get there. sometimes you wonder if he's faking it, but no, he's just that aware of everything he feels

he starts out with exclamations, and somehow forms words all the way until the end of the night. the sentences stop making sense halfway through, and by the time he climaxes it's a miracle if he can even get through his words without tripping up

if you're noisy:

is he the luckiest guy in the universe or what? it feels great to have someone that gets what it's like to be loud

doesn't even care what you say or do as long as he can hear it. just being able to hear those noises has his engine revving

then again, when you're lips are pressed up to him and he can still hear the muffled sounds and your vibrating throat, he just wants to fuck until you both white out in the afterglow

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👟 Shu Yamino

shu doesn't take sex too seriously and just wants to have fun above all else, and you have to wonder if it's because he always laughs at least once when you sleep together

he's actually quite ticklish, and his moans sometimes end in giggles. they sound so sweet even though what you do under the covers is anything but

this is one of the few things he's actually insecure about. he's so worried that it might kill the mood or make his partner feel self conscious

don't take it personally. he whimpers plenty when he's not giggling, and the last thing he wants is a misunderstanding just because of how his body expresses pleasure

if you're noisy:

sometimes he wishes he could commit every one of your noises to memory. they're easily his favorite part of going down on you

he fantasizes about your voice getting excited often. if you're ever apart, he'd love to listen to you masturbate and call his name over the phone

hell, even hearing his name from your trembling lips has his cock throbbing, ready to fill that pretty mouth and give you something to really choke on

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👹 Vox Akuma

tends to make more guttural sounds. growls, hums, and purrs galore. vox doesn't even try to make them sound sultry, they're just so low and irresistible, as expected of the voice demon himself

but if you catch him off guard you might just make him squeak in surprise and satisfaction. he even stutters and trips over his words

which is something he gets embarrassed over, especially since all his other noises are still on the low end of the spectrum, but calling attention to it gets him even more aroused

great sex usually ends with high-pitched whimpers and gasps, and the best ones have him screaming as he orgasms

if you're noisy:

your noises make him so unbelievably horny, you have no idea. the second he realizes you're loud, he wants nothing more than to hear you all night

it's a huge ego boost and fuels him to keep pushing his limits. anything to keep you crying out for him

he'll goad you into responding to his dirty talk just so he can hear you whimper in-between your words

whether you want to be praised or degraded, he tries to mention your voice and noises as much as he can since it's all he can think about

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[brisquad-unit-4402]

krisis giving you pet names

ofc they'd call you whatever you prefer but these would be their go-tos. technically not a part of the what you call them series but i wouldn’t be opposed to a krisis and what they call you post

there's some french in here. i'm pretty sure the genders in the language are just grammatical, so it should apply to all reader genders/be gender neutral as usual. thanks to my mystake friend for the help, but if there's any errors let me know xx

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, slightly possessive language in vanta's entry, french pet names + translations, pda, brief suggestive content, a bit of gender in vanta's entry but it should still apply to everyone regardless of gender

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🧻 Vezalius Bandage

his affectionate names are smooth as hell

they roll off the tongue easily and confidently

most of the time it's an interjection in his sentences, so casual you almost don't register it

"it will take about half an hour to get there, mon beauté, so let's leave in fifteen minutes"

"i'm sorry what"

"did i say something, beauty?"

he likes saying pet names offhandedly so he can play innocent

especially since he jumps between the french pronunciation beauté and the english form beauty often to keep you on your toes

if you're taken aback by them he becomes even more of a tease, and won't let up until you admit you like it

when zali's feeling a lot more romantic he'll call you love

it's reserved for late nights, moments of vulnerability, when he can't hold back his feelings

love is rare, but it just makes it all the sweeter to hear. it's always the first thing you hear when you reunite with him after a trip

he likes to call you love when he’s on top of you

and when he's underneath instead, you become my love

when someone’s being mischievous bunny makes an appearance

expect to hear it whenever you're playfully bickering, playing footsie, whatever

whenever you steal food from zali's plate you jokingly call it "the bunny tax"

"hey, don't take my fries."

"it's the bunny tax."

"you have your own rabbit food, though—

"wait, bunny, you're still eating mine!"

another casual name for you is tresór

when you're spending a social evening with friends together, once the party's winding down, he'll lean in closer to you and whisper, "tresór, would you like to go home?"

"mm, kinda."

"let's get you there, then."

"yeah..."

one of your mutual friends notices you and zali whispering together. "something the matter?"

"oh, don't worry, my treasure is just a bit tired." you and zali bid everyone goodbye, even though you feel a little fuzzy at zali just saying the english translation of your name for everyone to hear

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🔪 Vantacrow Bringer

he’s not exactly clingy but he loves mentioning your relationship

so instead of a pet name, he usually calls you my reader

it's because he loves saying your name

yet he loves reminding everyone who you belong to

when he talks about you you’re almost always my man, my girl, my baby, that one’s mine

despite that he’s not immune to it himself

when you call him mine it’s like cupid picked up a sniper rifle

his brain fully short circuits

he lets slip a wide-eyed "wait, i'm yours?"

and when you confirm it, heart-eyed. he giggles. "that means you're mine too."

vanta isn't very creative with pet names, so baby is his go-to

he knows it's kind of a "basic" name but that's the reason he likes it

it's so easy to insert it into conversation!

and everyone knows what you mean to him the second he calls you baby

besides, the real reason he says it is so he can call you my baby

and in moments of warmth, darling

he just has this suave, sultry intonation when he calls you darling, like the r&b songs he likes to sing

if you show ANY weakness he WILL use that whenever he wants to persuade you

"darling, can we buy this?"

"darling, i want that..."

"but my darling, it would make me so happy."

do NOT be convinced otherwise, this man WILL beg and plead the second he gets an opening

despite that he really does want to spoil his significant other

so when he feels most intimate, he wants to treat you like royalty

you're his sweet prince. his little princess. he'll even call you his royal highness

and sure, it's a little corny when you put it like that, but he tries to make sure the tenderness of the moment outweighs how much of a cheeseball he is at heart

the best part is how reverent he says it

you really are the ruler of his heart as a prince, a princess

your royal highness doesn't even begin to cover it how whipped he is for you

like a knight to a ruler he's always at your royal highness' beck and call, and he knows it

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🥽 Yu Q. Wilson

getting pet names from this guy is rare

he’s easily flustered by them… he rarely goes for pda

even when you’re alone he refers to you by your name just because it's comfortable

which means his cheeks always glow pink whenever he calls you honey

it's hard to slip honey into bickering so it only comes out when he's feeling romantic

and then willy gets flustered by THAT so it always comes out like

"just stay with me for now. h-honey."

out of all the krisis guys he's the shyest about being cute and affectionate

which is hilarious because everything he feels about you is cute...

and affectionate...

more casual than honey is sweetie

you become sweetie whenever he wants your attention, relaxed, or in some cases, whenever he's getting frustrated

at first it seems like it might be sarcastic or biting whenever he calls you sweetie during an argument

"sorry, it's—i'm gonna say it. it's what you mean to me, alright?" he admits once you've both cooled down and talked it out. "i call you sweetie because i don't want to forget how important you are to me even when i'm getting all—"

he gestures wildly, struggling to think of the words without calling himself a dickhead. "i only get pissed off in the moment. i like how calling you that reminds me that i should be paying attention to your feelings, too."

during lighthearted bickering, though, he'll call you cutie!

you're a cutie whenever you make him laugh

yes, you can tell willy has a thing for nicknames that end in syrupy "y" sounds

yes, you can tease him over that too, cutie, and figure out what makes him call you honey or sweetie instead while you're getting him all blushy

he just wants to call you the most adorable things, it just makes sense

it's even harder for him to admit this too, but he kind of likes the feeling of a Super Cool Guy™️ like him using sappy pet names, it's a little embarrassing...

still pales in comparison to what he calls you in french: mon petit chou chou

it's a very old-fashioned name, and it doesn't even have a good translation in english

whenever he calls you mon petit chou chou, you can always call him my little cabbage cabbage in return to mess with him

there aren't even petits choux in canada??

he doesn't even eat petits choux????

doesn't change the fact that whenever he speaks french, you can't understand most of what he's saying, but nothing perks you up like hearing him mention petit chou

he still hasn't realized his chou chou is always on his mind no matter the language

but man, can you hear it in his voice

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[brisquad-unit-4402]

some hcs about vox pampering and making love to you

happy holidays everyone <3 i woke up today with the urge to write a vox-centric no-romance fic where vox just has a blast for christmas and tries to finally get on the nice list. might have to do with willy's christmas tier list stream i saw last night

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff and smut, massages, vox spoils reader, soft sex, cockwarming, praise kink, lovemaking, lube, creampie, slight scent kink, prone bone with vox who is surprised 🙄, vox penetrates reader (unspecified if anal, penis in vagina, etc), i don’t know the grammatical difference between “who” and “whom”

⚠️ mature content under read more. content under read more is not intended for minors

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vox akuma, the voice demon, who can tell in your body language that it’s been a long day before you can even explain it.

vox, who will guide you to the couch and sit next to you and ask you about it, and when you eventually let out a long-suffering sigh, he’ll tell you that you can relax now

vox, who will stroke your arm as you say you’re just glad to be home, even if it’s way later than intended

vox, who will tell you i’m happy to have you too, and tells you to lay down

vox, who just wants to spoil you rotten and make all your stress go away

vox, who runs his hands along your arms and settles at your shoulders, sitting on top of you so he can lean in and rub the knots out

vox, who massages you with large hands and war-forged muscles, and has a prominent vein beside his knuckles that satisfies you each time he readjusts

vox akuma, the voice demon, with hellish blood, so warm on top of you that he’s getting you hot and bothered, too.

vox, who leans down into the crook of your neck and exhales, contented with the scent of his lover and unafraid of the erection that comes with it

vox, who lowers his hands, strokes your back, grabs at your waist in a sultry little embrace

vox, who places his lips all over your backside, blowing and kissing and nipping like mapping out constellations

vox, who likes getting close to your ear so he can whisper sweet nothings that mean everything to him

vox, whose baritone voice is so low it rumbles when he whispers, so deep that when his throat is along your body you can feel the slight vibration

vox akuma, the voice demon, who grips your waist just a bit tighter so you can feel his fingernails dig into your skin as he grinds against you.

vox, who tells you shh, don’t worry about me, tonight’s all about you

vox, who delicately undresses you and tosses your clothes aside, and strips his own off as fast as possible

vox, who grabs some lube and strokes himself once, twice, just to make sure he feels perfect when he goes inside you

vox, who smiles at the feeling of his precum smearing along your skin

vox, whose smile gives way to a gasp as he enters, and doesn’t make the effort to hide it

vox, whose cock twitches at the warmth, and again when he notices your reaction

vox, who makes a mental note that your ass against his balls is a gorgeous sight

vox akuma, the voice demon, who rides you into prone bone, squeezing your ass and rutting his palm along it, both for your relief and his pleasure.

vox, who is now balancing groping you and continuing his little massage for you

vox, who gets a second wind when he can feel your tight, stressed muscles melting like butter under him

vox, who feels so cozy with his dick tucked between your walls

vox, who could just cockwarm you for days and days because he feels whole when he’s inside you

vox, who rolls his hips into you instead because the only thing that can compare is cumming with you

vox, who leans down to pepper more kisses on you, starting at the small of your back

vox, who grunts as he throbs along your ass, starting to lose control

vox akuma, the voice demon, who can feel the lube sliding around your hole and can hear you reaching your high, and calls you beautiful as he rocks his hips inside.

vox, who praises you for taking him, for loving him the same way he loves you, for getting through the day even though it was hard

vox, who laughs when you say he’s harder

vox, who can’t get enough of your body along his palm and the hue of your skin beside his own

vox, who inhales the scent of his faded cologne and your sweat—the product of your sex

vox, who grabs your waist once your back arches, getting off on the friction of your satisfaction

vox, who can feel the knot in his stomach unraveling while he makes love to you

vox akuma, who cries out with his lips against your skin as he nuts, mouth twisting up as the cum drips around your entrance and between his legs.

vox, who shudders as you experience your orgasm just a few seconds later, still lost in a daze

vox, who rests his head on your shoulders and nuzzles into the crook of your neck with a kiss for being such a sweet thing

vox, who lolls his tongue out to catch his saliva before he actually drools from pleasure, and licks one of the marks from his earlier nips as a treat

vox, who says i love you into your ear over and over again like a spell

vox, who wiggles on top of you a bit and then remembers his dick is still inside you

vox, who giggles at that, and feels the ropes of cum drip a bit down, and insists the couch can be cleaned later

vox, who kicks his leg around yours to inch his cock just a little deeper, just to get comfy

vox akuma, the voice demon, who tilts your face and kisses you, who enjoys the feeling of you kissing back, who tells you i’m proud you’re my gorgeous, sweet, beautiful little thing, who feels complete with you wrapped around his cock and his eyes closed and your scent swallowing him whole as he cuddles you. as if he wasn’t devoted enough already.

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

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MY LITTLE FLOWER OMGGGG, GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET SO HARD. YOU COOKED SO GOOD WITH THIS ONE FLUSTERED CLAUDE IS MY EVERYTHING

ヽ(*´∀｀)八(´∀｀*)ノ

claude solves the word problem

okay this is the last one i swear. thank you all for the warm claude reception i really like writing for this guy

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, teasing, butt slap, more pet name bullshit are you ready to rumble

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a week later claude spent the night with you. you woke up alone on one side of the bed, blankets wrapped around you, which should’ve clued you in. you’re never this bundled up when you sleep alone. then you notice the steady drip of the coffee machine and the scent of espresso waft into your room, like a sensory trail to your boyfriend.

claude’s leaning against the kitchen counter. he’s visited so often lately that he left his own mug at your place for convenience, a gaudy green ceramic fish with a tail for a handle, just a few inches from his mouth. the steam floats around his face, warming his skin. it’s a surprisingly cold morning, even inside, and you’ve just realized you fell asleep in his baggy tee last night. that explains why he’s in sweatpants and not much else.

he can hear you approach in the quiet, crisp morning, and glances at you as you enter the kitchen. low in morning voice, you say, “good morning, boyfriend.”

“good morning, All-In-One,” claude says, significantly more awake than you.

“when are you going to drop that?”

“never.”

“okay, creampuff.” claude makes a face into his coffee as you call him that. over the last week you’ve learned that overly sweet nicknames shut him up. out of disgust, sure, but at least you have a reason to call him your sugar free gummy bear. besides, he’s fine with being ‘normal’ ones, like babe and honey and what have you, so you’ll happily take that compromise. “when did you wake up?”

“like thirty minutes ago.” he takes a sip of his coffee, sighs with quenched thirst, and grabs a mug for you once your coffee is done brewing.

you try to thank him but you yawn instead. you’re already out of bed, but it feels like you woke up earlier than usual, and claude’s shirt is so cozy…

he pats you on the head. the fingernails gently guide you over to him so he can press a kiss onto your forehead.

you blink up at him. he’s so casual about these things. steam rises around you, since he moved his coffee to make room for you, dissipating by his brow. “morning, flowery.”

“mm,” you say, too drowsy to really say what’s on your mind.

claude laughs anyways. it’s short but hearty. “oh shit, you’re so gone.”

the steam swings around in an arc. the fish mug clunks on the counter surface. and claude leans in, one hand still in your hair, the other on the hem of your shirt—his shirt—holding you close.

this isn’t an elegant kiss, he took you by surprise on this one. dark espresso and sweet milk lays on his lip. it’s too early for tongue, you’re too disheveled to open your mouth, but you raise your lips just right.

claude bumps his forehead against yours tenderly. his nails scratch at your head as he relaxes his arm and says, “i said good morning, little flower.”

“no, you said flowery,” you correct. unfortunately you’re awake enough to be sassy despite all the fluffy syrupy affection. maybe because claude himself is so casual, so teasing... “you’ve played undertale, right? you may as well call me...“

double unfortunately, a yawn sneaks up on you. you squeeze your eyes closed as you raise your hand to your mouth, letting out the yawn—

—which gets cut off once claude slaps your ass loud enough to interrupt your smartass comment. “i said good morning, HP OfficeJet Pro 8710 All-in-One Printer!” he barks. “we steer clear.”

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✧. ┊ part 1 ✧. ┊ part 2 ✧. ┊ part 3

✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[brisquad-unit-4402]

getting claude to call you a pet name

you poke claude's cheek. "c'mon, just try one, handsome," you purr.

your boyfriend makes a face, even though it's hard to look intimidating while he's squished up in your embrace as you spoon him. if anything, he's about as fearsome as a puppy with his head in your hands. "handsome," he declares.

you giggle. "without copying me, thank you."

"well, the fuck am i supposed to say?" claude gripes, still in your arms. despite the tinge of red around his ears he makes no move to get away. "it's hard. i don't get how to think of a nickname."

"it's just like a normal name. you call me my name all the time."

"that's because it's your name, duh!"

despite his protests, claude looks up at you. he squints, inspecting your face as if he hasn't memorized it already, analyzing between the lines like a grand secret will unveil itself to him.

"baby," he finally says.

he promptly slaps his hands over his eyes. "ahhh! no, no, no, that was ass. that was so ass."

that gets some more laughter out of you. "okay, so not baby. try again."

"hmmmm. sweet..." claude peeks out from between his fingers. the red's traveled from his ears to his cheeks. "...sweetheart."

"see, that wasn't so bad."

"yes it was. it feels weird coming out of my mouth."

"so maybe you need to think of something else."

claude spits, "well, what the fuck am i supposed to call you, HP OfficeJet Pro 8710 All-in-One Printer?!"

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✧. ┊ part 1 ✧. ┊ part 2 ✧. ┊ part 3

✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[brisquad-unit-4402]

unexpected kisses with krisis - zali

oog, been too long since i posted here, thank you all for having me 🥹 getting back into the swing of things with an old wip now finished!

i've had this draft for even longer, about 6 months now... that's because it's a series. i'll post vanta soon! and with luck, i'll finish wilson's in time with that! the types of kisses that make you all confused even more than when you started!

tags: gender neutral reader, pre-relationship, no closure, accidental getting-together, implied krisis hero!reader, pining, some tongue/finger stuff idk, reader is into someone else, unrequited feelings

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🧻 Vezalius Bandage

The sun is shining, the music is inviting, and the text you've been waiting on all day disappoints you. You flop down on Zali's bed with a melodramatic grunt. "Zaliii," you whine. "Why are men so difficult?"

Beside you, Zali focuses on the neck of his guitar. Music twists around his fingers. He plays a rendition of a love song, just as bluesy as the painted finish on his electric guitar, and only speaks up once he plays the bridge. “They’re quite simple, really.”

“Of course you’d say that. That’s the problem,” you mope. While you sink into the mattress, you hold your phone up as you reread your messages. This guy’s been texting you lately—well, more like you’ve been texting him. He’s cute, but he can’t carry a conversation to save his life.

Zali chuckles a bit, easing into a different tune. “What did he say this time?”

“Nothing. Just one dumb 'Haha.'” You hold your phone high in the air as if it were contagious. You set it to ringer instead of silent so you could read his texts immediately, even turned up the notification volume, yet... “So mid.”

“Very,” Zali says dryly.

Three dots appear. You return your phone straight above your face. “He’s typing.”

“Hm.”

Zali has a talent for hmm'ing in a way that makes you feel way too seen. You watch intently as the three dots hover under his stupid Haha. They collapse. A second later, they return, reigniting your hopes until they disappear for good.

The screen of your phone darkens. You can see the shape of your frown in the reflection. “I don’t think he’s texting back.”

Music swells next to you. Zali strums, trying to figure out how to console you. “This… person you’re seeing,” he begins. “He’s mid?” You nod. “So why him?”

“Okay, he’s not entirely mid. Just his texting,” you defend. “He’s funny, and he makes me laugh, and…” As you explain yourself, you trail off. A small, glowing smile slips across your face. “He likes when he makes me laugh, too.”

“Is that so unique?”

“He makes me happy.”

“Anyone can make anyone happy.”

You nudge Zali. “You are so unromantic, Vezalius.”

His next note comes out shaky from the contact, but he manages to recover by blending it into a chord. “I don't know what you are talking about," he proclaims, unfazed. "I'm hopelessly romantic."

You readjust to lay on your stomach. “Fine, Romeo. What are you thinking? About him, I mean.”

The once-dissonant chord evolves into a familiar melody. It's one of your favorite songs. Ever since he figured out how to play the hook by ear, it's become one of his go-to jams. Whenever he plays it, he improvises some of his own riffs over the parts he hasn't memorized yet.

His pick scrapes across the string, tossing a layer of grit over the smooth strumming. You haven't moved your finger from where you poked him, so you can feel the slight pull of his muscle as he plucks the string. "I don't think much about him. I don't know him." The song warps around Zali's fingers. Your muted humming blends in with his guitar. "All I can tell is that you like the feeling of being wanted."

“Go on.”

"Pursuing someone is only fun when they like you back. But he seems distant." Zali hesitates, letting a chord ring in the air as he thinks. As it resonates, he peers at you. You can see the sunlight in closed-blinds stripes against his eyes, crossing in shades of ochre. "You like spending time with him, but it’s hard to get his attention, so you have to convince him you're worth his time. His loss. Anyone in their right mind would enjoy your company."

You let out a short exhale like a laugh. "I think you lost the plot."

With all the confidence of a tenured professor, Zali declares, "Either he needs to step up, or he has no taste."

His fingers press down on the same frets, repeating the previous note. His eyelashes flutter closed. "But you barely described this person, so I'm uncertain what category he falls under."

"Did too."

"That told me nothing."

"It's his personality." You prop yourself up into a proper sitting position, leg flush along the body of his guitar. "He's fun to be around."

"You're supposed to point out what makes them so appealing."

"I already did."

"Should I provide a better example?"

"Such as?"

"Such as attentiveness. You are very attentive."

"Mm."

"You're sweet." The song softens. "And I like the way you think. You're very thoughtful of everything you do."

Zali's arm pauses, letting the last note hang with his hands over above the strings, uncertain. It's only now that you realize he's made no move to shake your hand off his sleeve.

“You are a very appealing person, Reader.”

Whoever leaned in first no longer matters. The memory had gone out the window along with your breath, not to mention your common sense. Zali lowered the neck of his guitar to get closer, but your hand clutched the fabric of his shirt. There were two guilty parties behind this kiss.

Regardless, innocence bleeds through. Chaste. The first kiss is pure enough, but curiosity begs further investigation once the initial surprise wears off. The curve of Vezalius’s lip is as smooth as the tuning on his guitar.

Now that the guitar wasn’t in the way, you could place your hand on Zali’s cheek. You peek out from drooping eyes, slowly losing your senses aside from pressing lip to lip. You refuse to address the jumble of emotions. If you let logic color your thoughts, they’ll splatter over the living painting in front of you. Rose-tinted cheeks. A mouth dragging watercolor. Dark hair brushes along your fingertips and his cheek, matching his eyelashes drawn in charcoal. Those lashes and the stitched scar give way to golden filigree as Zali cracks open his eyes.

You remember who this is.

Skimming along the heat of his blush, you savor the next kiss—you’ve lost count. A hand rests on your shoulder as Zali leans in. You’d mistake him as eager.

Your thumb is so distracted in circling his cheek that it makes contact with his lip just as he parts his own. His grip on your shirt tightens. Dew coats the petal of his mouth. Zali accepts your invitation, connecting lip to lip to finger in a strange triangle, an abstract expression. The triangle becomes a polygon. What shape, you’re unsure; it depends on the placement of the vertex. Briefly, perhaps accidentally or perhaps subtly, his tongue slots along your thumb.

He rests, waiting to see if this is okay, if this can go further. It is, he does. For as indulgent as you’ve been acting, he ventures with a sense of gentleness, soothing over the knuckle, lapping at your nail. Of course you react. Your thumb rises yet he closes the distance, painting the callus on the pad.

A sharp PINGGG assails your ears.

The sound of parting is louder than the alert. There’s a smack in the air as you’re both startled out of the spell.

Then comes the shock. The wide eyes, the dryness in your mouth even though his lips had felt so soft, his kisses evaporating from your thumb.

Zali pushes you back with a grunt, more dumbfounded than anything. His slender hand slumps to your chest while the other rises to his lip. Saliva sparkles in a line along his chin.

He stares at his lap, a shudder in his breath growing more prominent as he notices the drool. In a burst of realization, Zali clamps his mouth shut and swipes it away. The sudden movement makes his guitar inch off the sheets.

“Shit,” he curses, clawing for the guitar before it hits the floor. He catches it by the body. Twuung. The instrument sings mockingly; you hear an ugly strum. At least the guitar seems unscathed. Zali repeats “Shit” with a fleck of spit against his lip. A traitorous line of thought wonders if that was your doing.

He clutches the guitar close to his chest, as if keeping his hands close would offer an apology for where they previously touched. His sleeves muffle the clumsy strum. Now that the quiet has taken hold, awkwardness settles around your shoulders like an itchy blanket, nailing you in place.

Zali shuts his eyes and asks, “Did he text back?”

Fuck a traitorous thought. Your mind has gone full betrayal by now.

You look straight ahead and make no move. “I’m not sure.”

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[brisquad-unit-4402]

wip - ike walking in on you

from the list of unfinished 4402 ike wips. notes under the cut.

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You’re barely in your room after a long day out when three things happen very quickly:

1. You take off your shirt and reach for the comfy one on the bed,

B. The bedroom door cracks open and shuts just as quickly as it opened, and 

III. You recognize the surprised, high-pitched squeak on the other side of the door the instant you hear it. 

“Ike?” You call out as you reopen the door. “Did you need something?” 

On the opposite wall from the door is your boyfriend, his back towards you as he presses his face against the wall. You reach out a hand to his shoulder and turn him around. “Ike?” 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I should have just knocked!” For as calm and collected as your boyfriend was, this was the first time you’ve seen him so out of his element. His eyes were shut tight, and his glasses threatened to teeter off his face. 

“But you’re always welcome to enter. My place is your place.”

“I know that, but you’re…” He must’ve felt the heat creep into his face, because he covered it with his hands. Despite that, you could see his neck and the tips of his ears color with blush. “You’re in, ah, a state of undress…?”

“Yeah, I guess I am. But you’ve seen me without clothes before, haven’t you?”

“Well- sometimes- but- this is intrusive!”

“I don’t mind. Do you want to see more?”

“What do you mean, do I want to see-“ For a moment, he was so caught up in his biting remark that his eyelids shot up, got a load of your exposed chest, and slapped his hands back over them again. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. You finally figured out how to get under Ike’s skin, and by accident, no less. “You can look, Ike. I can even take off more just for you.”

He huffed. “You’re teasing me.”

“Only because you’re acting so cute!” You went in for a hug, if only so you could press your chest against his. He sputtered even more. “Need I remind you, you’re always welcome in my bedroom.”

You lifted one of Ike’s hands off his face, met his wide eyes and got a good look at his face before pressing a kiss in-between his fingers. Red looked good on him. He stood practically motionless, and didn’t even protest as you moved his hand to get a good feel of the outline of your torso and let it rest at the small of your back, his fingertips barely grazing your jeans and the seam of your underwear. “So what’s it going to be? Want more, baby?”

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from unit 4402:

i wanted to write a series of luxiem getting red-faced a long time ago. this was so long ago, i had an entry for mysta in progress. ike's entry was the only one that was finished, vox's entry was just beginning, and i didn't even have a draft for the other two, just notes. this fic is so old, you can tell i didn't even learn how to use dashes correctly! maybe one day you'll see the remains of mysta and vox's entries. you'll know when you see them

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