#Naib smut

[fishermanshook]

F!CK BOYS GONE SOFT

( mercenary , batter & prospector ) + gn!reader

# MINOR WRITING SMUT , #ihatewritingdialouge , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

It was a mutual agreement between the both of you that you were fucking for the pure reason of letting off steam after being stuck in this hell hole. 

No feelings were supposed to be caught. No hearts were meant to be thawed. And yet, they find themselves yearning for your touch long after your last session.

꒰wc꒱ 1.7k ( longest fic so far !! )

✦— THE MERCENARY

If being between your legs was where he wished to be, then who were you to deny him access to the most private part of your body? Where Naib works his magic and milks you of your essence while paying you back in waves of pleasure.

The Mercenary looks so lost in his work that you think he doesn’t notice the change in pitch. That you’ve adjusted your grip on his hair to a softer, gentler hold. Your moans are light, airy, and not at all the ones that left your throat hoarse and raspy the night before. No, that can’t be right. And it doesn’t take him long before he finds the spot that pushes you over. The spot that has your back arching off the mattress. The spot that has you screaming his name like it’s going out of style.

And god does pleasure look good on you, as Naib refuses to remove his eyes from you as he watches the aftermath of you coming undone in front of him. Such a passionate and intimate thing for his eyes and his eyes only as your essence coats his hands and tongue. To think he’d pull his head away after you came is just stupid. Have you not learned from previous sessions? You coming only gives him more reason to drop down there and give you more, but Naib holds himself back.

The next few moments are a blur as you try to calm down after your orgasm, but it seems Naib won’t let you. The sound of something being unzipped and his pants hitting the floor pulls you from your recovery. He’s prepped you enough, hasn’t he?

“It’ll hurt a little, but only for a second.” The Mercenary whispers in your ear as a warning to brace for what’s about to come. It makes him wonder, and only for a split second, if you ever realized how much he loves you. The amount of thought and care that goes into every move he makes towards you. Maybe you’re just dense, or maybe it’s not like that. He won’t know until he tells you. Or, until you tell him.

Your hands rush to clamp themselves over your mouth in an attempt to stifle the moans flooding from it. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this (and certainly not the last…), but it’s always a tight fit. A tight fit that neither of you can get enough of. Your hands don’t last though, as the Mercenary is quick to rip your hands away from your mouth. He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. You don’t need him to say anything else.

It’s not long before you feel the familiar warmth strengthen between your legs. By now, Naib’s memorized your every tell that you’re going to come. By the way your legs tighten around his waist and the way your hands reach to clasp his biceps to try and hold on. It’s the way you attempt to not pass out when you feel everything just snap.

“God, I love you so much,” Naib admits before even realizing what he just said. You’ve never seen the man freeze so fast, or go so red. Before his hands cover his mouth you pin his wrists down to the bed.

“Wait—! H-hold on,” you say, still recovering from your orgasm that happened just seconds ago. “What did you say?”

The Mercenary stares at you before opening his mouth to say: “I didn’t say anything.” He’s trying to play it with a convincing tone in his voice, but it’s hard to believe when he practically shouts it.

“No, Naib,” you huff out “Are you playing me?” You question. Your face molds into worry and concern. Instead, he avoids your gaze. There’s nothing else for him to do in this situation is there.

“Fine. If you won’t say it, then I will.” You state before grabbing Naibs face and pressing it into yours. The Mercenary tries (and he really does) to do anything but melt into your touch. In the end, it proves to be no use. Pulling away, you say: “Naib, there is no one else I love more than you.”

“Thanks for confirming what I already know, babe.”

✦— THE BATTER

Not every affair starts with a heated make-out session, but every heated make-out session ends with the two of you having sex. With your lips entwined as your fingers roam through his hair, the two of you make a mad dash to whoever’s room is closer as playful giggles slip out along the way.

It started as just another way to let yourself go and cut loose a little after another night of terror from Ganji. How could you not tell that the Batter saw you as more than just some fuck buddy? That his eyes weren’t only filled with lust, but love for you and you entirely?

Maybe this can be his way of showing you, whether you get it or not. Whether you understand the soft kisses he lays on your chest. Whether you understand the praises that fall from his lips. Whether you understand it's taken him too long to finally muster up the courage to confess to you.

You’ve stripped each other of your clothes leaving both of you bare naked. The only thing covering you are the multiple hickeys decorating your chest as well as between your legs. The pleasure overrides any pain felt from when he initially pushed his way inside of you. Before you know it, you're babbling all over his cock while he presses gentle kisses all over your face. You look so cute like this—all flushed out and pink.

Ganji's smart, but overlooks your cock drunkenness and traces his finger along your jaw and other places. Eventually, his finger meets your back and traces along your spine. His finger does weird swoops along your backside. It's all just a simple way of telling you 'I love you.' without having to utter a word.

Maybe it's the way you moan out his name as your hips move up and down on his cock. Or maybe it's the look in your eyes when he meets them. The Batter's not sure where the courage comes from, but all he knows is that he can't stand another moment of you not being his.

"[name] I- fuck, I love you." He barely manages to grunt out, snapping you from your thoughts to look at him with wide eyes.

"What-?"

It's then he thinks he fucked up. That he has demolished all of the hard work he put into this relationship. This is it. This is the end of your bond.

"No, shit I'm sorry just forget what I said," Ganji mutters out, immediately flipping you over so that your lying down on your back. "I'll make you come real hard if you just forget everything I just said, 'k?" Ganji says with caution in his voice. Maybe you're not the only one oblivious in this relationship of yours.

"Really? You love me?"

Ganji tears his eyes away from wherever he is looking at looks right at you. "Yeah. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. If not for you I don't think I'd ever get the chance to say this," you chimed, pulling him in for a long and passionate kiss first. "Ganji, I love you more than the stars themselves."

✦— THE PROSPECTOR 

The bed will break long after the Prospector, Norton Campbell, has had his way with you. He won’t stop until his sheets are soaked in your combined essences until your scent has been embedded into his mattress, and until he can get the words out to tell you how he feels.

For too long has Norton been labeled as your “fuck buddy” and he wants out of it. Every round feels like another chance to prove he’s perfect for you. How many people know your favorite book? Your favorite place to relax? Your favorite position? The sensitive spots on your body? Who else knows exactly where to touch and what to say? All he needs you to answer is if you like him or not.

“Shit—always feel so good,” Norton manages to grunt out after thrusting into you. He knows he’s found your sweet spot (again…) when he pulls a loud moan from your sweet lips. So attentive to your wants and needs that he can’t help but hit the spot again and again, listening as your moans grow louder with each thrust.

The Prospector mutters something under your breath he thinks went by unnoticed. Pulling you from your aroused state to ask him what’s wrong. All he can do is sigh and shake his head as his arms wrap around you. A bit tighter than usual, but not uncomfortable.

“Norton—! What’s the matter?” You manage to huff out. It’s obvious something is plaguing his mind, but the Prospector is as stubborn as ever and refuses to tell you. “Fine then,” you tell him “I guess I just won’t let you come.”

Now that gets his attention, and he instantly slows his pace. You allow him to keep going, but only if he starts talking.

“I’m too scared to say it,” Norton states.

“Why?” You ask.

Norton looks down at where you're still connected. It’s only then you notice he’s stopped. “Because I don’t want it to ruin whatever we’ve got going on. I don’t want to lose everything.” He admits through gritted teeth.

“Do you think it’s that bad that you’d lose everything?” You ask, concern now seeping into your voice.

All he does is sigh before bringing his face closer to yours. “God, is it seriously not obvious enough? Shit, [name] I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time and I didn’t want to say anything in fear of ruining—“ he gestures using his hands to the both of you. “this. A-and I get it if you don’t want anything to do with me after this but you asked so—“

He doesn’t get to finish as you cover his lips with yours. “Silly prospector, I love you more than you could imagine.” You confess before feeling Norton melt into your kiss once more.

note: hiii fish nation…sorry about the random hiatus, it will probably happen again 😆😆😆. thank you all so much for 100+ followers! it means the absolute most to me knowing there are actually people who enjoy reading what I have to write. I wouldn’t be here without you, thank you for everything so far. 🩷🩷🩷. this is so ass oh my gosh

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[rvttinggrl]

cw: fem! reader, rubbing / implied dry humping, PIV sex, porn w/o plot, hinted virgin!reader, insert male char…

a/n: i just need a chatty guy to guide me through sex omg shisjswjsjsj

“cmon girl… dont you want me to make you feel good?” He whispers in your ear as your clothed clit rubs up against his flexed thigh, two calloused hands guide your waist, moving you slowly back and forth. “‘m making you feel so good— hm? ‘course a pretty girl like you hasnt cummed from a guy before,” his nose nuzzles between your tits, kissing them softly as he looks up at you. he then adjusts you to rub on his cock, covered by a think layers of boxers which left nothing to imagination. “fuck—“ he said, “I cant wait anymore— yknow..” two digits pulled at the waistband of your panties, fully pulling them off his breath hitched at your dripping core. “so pretty…” he giggled, teasing you. he took out his cock, springing up off his pants. it seemed that all of his brain just went straight to his cock, standing up practically straight. “pretty little bitch,” he said, slipping on his condom. “fuck— cant wait but…” he said, thumb and pincher playing with your clit, as he slid himself in. “pretty noises ya’ make— dont you think?” he smiled, hands now clawing against your waist as he bounces up n’ down on his cock.

too lazy to continue i hope you guys enjoy a small drabble :3

GETO, TOJI, SUKUNA?, KAEYA, DAINSLIEF, AYATO, LUOCHA, SATAN, BELPHAGOR, JOSEPH, NAIB, NORTON

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[abandonedbun]

I have a Luca Balsa request,,If u write nsfw.. Him with an oral fixation. thats it (if u want u can also add naib, mike, norton, victor and andrew 💕 and whoever else u want) HVE A NICE DAY BUN <3

Bun had to restart this SO MANY TIMES BECAUSE TUMBLR’S MEANNNN! But she finished! Bun loooved doing this, she loves them so much >/////<

Fun fact! Bun thinks Victor would have an oral fixation the most out of the characters! :3 oh and she listened to ‘shame’ by Mitski when writing Andrew’s part

Bun did it where the reader’s receiving, she’s gotta work on her smut more

Content note:Mentions of overstim, edging, face sitting mentioned for Mike, Victor being soft and perfect because he’s the world’s most perfect man and nobody can tell Bun otherwise, also mentions of wearing Victor’s stuff (hat, shirts, uniform), praising, roughness

Please give Bun tips on how to improve! They’re very appreciated!

Nsfw under read more!

Luca Balsa <333

Luca isn’t the most experienced when it comes to sex in general, so he’d need some guidance for when it comes to giving you oral

He also isn’t the fastest learner, but he tries!

When he gets the hang of things he’s going to be almost addicted to your taste

Loves being between your thighs, one of his fav things

He’s very skilled with his hands, and has a long tongue, of course he wants to use them to pleasure you!

His tongue would be licking your sex and his hands are only doubling your pleasure

He isn’t gonna stop until you’re fully satisfied

Also this sorta does pleasure him as well

When he’s done his face is going to be covered in your juices

Your thighs are gonna be a mess after, they also have some hickeys, bite marks, and slight scratches

He’d offer to clean you up after that

Sometimes cleaning up doesn’t just stay as cleaning up and it leads to him giving you head again

He enjoys this more then he ever thought he would

Naib Subedar <333

He goes pretty fast, for sex it isn’t that different

He loves oral, both receiving and giving

When he’s giving you head he’s sloppy with it, he sets up a sloppy, fast and rough pace that’ll make you squirm under him

Also somebody who loves how you taste, and he isn’t hiding it

If you try thrusting into his mouth or if you just squirm a lot he’d give a small smirk because he knows he’s doing a good job at making you feel good

More then happy to pin your hips down if he thinks it’s needed

Accidentally overstimulates you sometimes, he gets lost in the taste that he can’t help it

Now this is a bit of a guilty pleasure of his but he loves giving oral in semi public places, happens mainly if he’s pent up or very jealous

When he’s jealous his oral fixation kicks in but it’s a bit more.. extreme if that makes sense

He’d give you head in the same clothes you wore when you spoke to whoever made him jealous, only thing that’s off is your pants and underwear (or if you wear skirts/dresses, only your underwear would be off)

He’ll grab your hips and pull you closer to lick at your sex more

He’d be more sloppy and quick, wanting you to make a mess and cum all over

The sheets are a mess after, and he apologizes if he hurt you and just lets you relax

Mike Morton <333

Mike is a little gremlin, but in a lovable way

I can guarantee you that he loves giving oral, one of his top fav things

He can be so cruel sometimes, he’ll have you on the bed with you tearing up and whining!

Reason why is that he’s having the time of his life torturing you, he won’t let you cum yet! Not until he says so!

You’ll have to beg for it if you want it so badly

And when he finally thinks you’re allowed to cum he’ll speed up his pace and go at your sensitive spot even more

The gremlin purposely overstimulates you, he knows what he’s doing (also he does it with your consent 👍)

He’ll praise you and give you encouragement to keep going

Praising you how you taste so good, how you’re being so good by taking this and that you can take it for a little longer

Also very skilled with his hands so he’s definitely going to use them to make you cum more

One rubbing your sex as he licks it, and the other fingering you

Not showing any mercy as well, he’s making sure he’s satisfied (and that you’re satisfied as well)

But he does like taking his sweet time giving you head, he sees no problem in being slow once in a while

He can be dominant at times and likes having full control when giving you oral, having things his way (unless he thinks you deserve a special reward when he’s pleasuring you <3)

Since it’s Mike we’re talking about he’ll most likely ask you to sit on his face, he’s pulling your hips closer to his face and having the time of his life while you’re cumming all over his face

He’d like the favor to be returned later though, by you putting your mouth to work <3

Norton Campbell <333

He’s decently experienced, so he’d know what to do to make you feel good

And he usually doesn’t take too much advantage of it.. sometimes he does

His oral fixation can be a bit more calm but some other times he shows no mercy

He’ll purposely avoid the spots you need to be touched the most and when he sees you thrusting your hips up and whining he knows he’s doing a good job

He’s smirking by the fact you’re almost losing all self control

Doesn’t mean he’ll torture you forever though!

Norton has veeery big hands, they’re also quite roughed up from his work back in the mine! And strong, he can use them for a long time!

When he does let you squirm as much as you’d like he’ll be licking at your sex while using his hands, one rubbing/stroking it and his other hand’s fingering you while going at your sensitive spot

He usually preps you with oral so you’d experience it a lot! And he doesn’t just stop after you came once, not only does he want to make sure you’re ready but he wants to make you feel very good before it while taking his time with you (and this probably gets him more hard just saying)

By the time he’s decided to pull away his hair’s a mess, face is flushed, and covered in your cum

Maybe he should make your face a mess next…

Victor Grantz <333

Victor, my fav switch boy, he’s more sub leaning! And honestly such a sweetheart when he’s giving oral

He couldn’t bring himself to go fast, rough and sloppy when it comes to you!

He tries being careful when giving oral, making sure to be soft with it so you can enjoy it and so he can truly take his time tasting you, will go faster if you ask though!

The most shy about his oral fixation, but also has the most fantasies about giving you head

Loves giving you oral when you’re wearing something like his hat, he can never not love it

And if you were to have the same clothing size as Victor or to be smaller he’d love if you wore something like his uniform or his shirts! (If you’re smaller I’ll let you know that he finds it so cute when you’re wearing one of his shirts, especially if it slips off your shoulders)

Also could never edge you, wants you to cum on his face, he loves it <3 (or he’d swallow your cum 👀)

Victor may not overstimulate you (most of the time) but he does go many rounds with you when it comes to oral

He’d give soft praise and ask if it’s okay to go again and if you agree he’ll tell you to tell him whenever he should stop/say the safe word, he’ll kiss and rub your thighs softly until you’ve calmed down and you’re ready for another round

He’s the kind of guy to quietly moan when giving head because he loves how much you taste.. lowkey perfect

After all that he gives a kiss and cleans you up, then cuddles you :)

Andrew Kreiss

He has absolutely no experience, barely got any with pleasuring himself

Please guide him on what feels good and what doesn’t

He gets the hang of it though! And may be on his mind more often then he’d like to admit…

He thinks he’s a very big sinner for thinking and wanting to do it so often, he gets so flustered at his thoughts

But.. if it’s you it might not matter so much…

Sloppy! He can be very sloppy! Leaves you aching in a good way <3

Praise him while he’s giving you head, I can guarantee you he’ll go faster because praise does stuff to him

Accidentally rough with you, he doesn’t mean to! Not with his darling!

Accidentally biting, leaving bruises.. he does it without thinking!

He’s just so used to doing things roughly it tends to slip in to his oral fixation and sex in general! He has a hard time controlling his strength

Also may leave scratch marks on your thighs and hips by accident

Has no shame when his face are covered in your juices, it’s you and he loves every part of you <3

Praise him after praise him after praise him after please it’s so worth it

PRAISE HIM DURING IT, HIS SPEED AND ROUGHNESS PICKS UP AND GSHSHS

After he asks if it was too much, if he did good, etc

Gives you a kiss on the forehead and gets you cleaned up

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[sandwichfordinner]

Hello strawberry anon here again! I saw your post and i would like to apoligize that i made u uncomfy! I dint know :C

But ill make a new request

Can i have Luca Naib Ganji and norton with a Fem S/o that looks innocent or smth but in bed theyre a dom?

AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING U UNCOMFY :CCC

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𝙉𝙨𝙛𝙬 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩

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╰┈➤note: its okay strawberry anon I should’ve put it in my rules list but whatever , here is ur kinda looking meal 😭 btw I never take nsfw writing seriously which you gotta excuse me </3

Luca

🎉Luca loves you lots and your innocence! At first he was a little confused of how you are so innocent but he didn’t mind it! He thought it was cute! When someone started talking about sexual themes, Luca would gasp, cover your ears and drag you somewhere else, while you just stayed clueless. But perhaps in bed you were quite the opposite..

🎉Luca is mad shocked when you turned dominant. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CUTE PURE GF?

🎉But he wont lie, he likes it.

🎉He would beg to cum while you just smile warmly at him telling him ,,Not yet~ Could you last longer?’’ He knew damn well that this ‘warm’ type of smile was an evil grin.

🎉Edging is one of your favourite things doing towards him. Oh and biting him too!

🎉Leave hickeys around his neck and he will be begging, trembling or whining.

🎉After so many rounds he will be feeling like shit, barely moving 💀

Naib

🎉He found your innocence quite suspicious. He thought he was just thinking things, but oh boy.

🎉Loves your softness towards him, it makes him feel special =)

🎉Would try to protect you as best as he can.

🎉When both of you wanted to do it, Naib thought about his scars before he undressed himself. What if you think him as a monster?? Sure you have seen his scars around his arms and legs, but there was a one big scar on his stomach that made him insecure.

🎉You quickly noticed his uncomfortable situation and you comforted him, telling him that you love his scars and you love everything about him.

🎉Congratulations! Naib trusted you even if he was hesitant at first.

🎉It starter with soft kisses to a make out session. And you were topping him.

🎉At first you go slow and soft, which made him satisfied a lot. But later he would beg for you to go faster and faster. Which.. you kinda teased him from time to time..

🎉He would be begging and crying to cum. You could hear his pretty moans <3

🎉After some rounds he will be really exhausted which you let him rest and snuggle next to him, telling how great he did. Kiss him on the forehead and he will hide his blushy face to the crook of your neck.

Ganji

🎉My favourite submissive boy <3

🎉He is head over heels for you, wants to be close to you. He isn’t of really a big extrovert so he prefers spending time with his lover instead with the others. Not that he doesn’t really mind talking to others but you’re more important! Sweet gf! =)

🎉He would do anything so you can be happy! Wait wait wait.. Anything? :)

🎉At the start he will be really shy, so he lets you do whatever you want to him because he is still new to it.

🎉After leaving some love bites around his neck, he will quietly ask you to ride him. But this was enough for you to hear him.

🎉But the thing was that he had to beg so he can earn it.

🎉His quiet whimpers when you ride him drove you insane, but soon turned to a little more loud ones. He would be shutting his mouth with his hand trying to not be loud. Tears were forming in his eyes which meant that he was close.

,Y-YN.. I think ‘m gonna, aAh~’

,Let it out Ganji, everyone heard your slutty moans!~ Such a naughty boy~’

🎉Using your words made him even weaker and was so close of passing 😭.

🎉The next morning he woke up with a lot of pain and scratches. Dang those hickeys hurt..

🎉it was pretty interesting last night 😨.

Norton

He doesn’t mind your innocent nature, he thought it was nice. Well that was until you showed him ur true side 🐺

🎉Okay okay im sorry but for real now.

🎉We all see Norton as a dom but I guess he lets himself be a sub for this night.

🎉Honestly a little bit shocked by your acting of a dom but not really shocked at the same time.

🎉Listen I see him as a person that doesn’t show any emotions, but when both of you have done like 3-4 rounds he starts to get tired.

🎉Remember how I said that he isn’t a big man of emotions like a few seconds ago? Yeah when it comes to overstimulation he will be drooling with a wide smile and eyes full of bliss.

🎉He wont stop saying ‘dont stop, dont stop please please please-‘

🎉But when things come to an end he will be panting, still drooling and tears running down his wet red cheeks.

🎉I mean you did ruin him so good job

(My reactions to my nsfw writings 🧍‍♀️)

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[teabreakpancakes]

Kinktober: Day Twenty-Five

My Property (Dom Naib Subedar x GN Reader)

possessive sex, breeding, slight daddy kink, marking!

Naib's hands gripped onto your body so tightly, as if unable to part from you for even a second. He held you in his arms as if you weighed nothing, fucking you like a toy.

"'m not gonna stop, 'til you only smell like me, 'til you can only remember me" he growls into your shoulder, nuzzling against your neck like a dog. "You're all mine right?" he asks, knowing damn well that you were hardly able to speak, not when he's made you cum so damn much. You've came so much, your hole was filled up with so much of his cum—but fuck, your body only yearned for more of him, for his cum to stuff you even fuller.

Naib halts his movements, pressing his weight against you. His smirk collapsed into a small frown, "If you don't answer me, I'll stop right here" he says in a serious manner. You shake your head aggressively, "N, No! d, don' please, wan' more of you— 'm only yours so p, please fuck me more" you hastily replied, trying your best to speak coherently as his cock grinded against your sensitive spot deep within your hole.

Within a second, his mood went back to his previous one. Not giving you a second to relax, he immediately began pounding into you—shooting you up with each rough thrust. You sobbed out his name like a mantra, dragging your nails down his back; Naib groaned out loudly against your ear, leaving more hickeys on your neck, he absolutely loved it when you mark him up, the soreness he feels on his back is a sign of him fucking you well. He's no sucker for praise but it drives him elsewhere to hear you crying out for him—his cute angel, all reserved and shy being so loud for him.

The mercenary wanted to mark you all over, that way, no one would even think of you being available. Fuck those other survivors and fuck the damned hunters, you were his and only his.

"Baby, 'm close" he grunted, his bruising grip on your hips never relenting. One of your hands crawled up his neck, tugging on his soft brown locks and pulling him down for a kiss. Your moans echoed in each other's mouths, sloppily making out as he drove you both closer to the edge. With a loud cry from you and an animalistic growl from Naib, you both cum once more.

Naib laid down on the bed with you on top of him, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms. With a soft, yet uncharacteristic smile, he pecks your forehead, massaging your sore hips and waist.

You laid your head on his chest, listening to the soft thrum of his heartbeat. With a soft contented smile, you drift off to sleep, knowing damn well that Naib's gonna be in for a lot when you wake up.

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[sakurayumeno]

Can I request M.S.T.U for Naib for the nsfw alphabet? If only M came after U then if would had spelled smut…

Also, I missed you 😭 I hate tumblr for not giving me notifications. I was so happy to see you in my dashboard despite finding out you came back way too late. Keep up the amazing work, but do take breaks for yourself if you need it!

NSFW Alphabet Hcs.

Character: Naib.

Genre: Smut, Headcanon game.

Letters: S, M, U, T.

A/N: All of you are so sweet I swear. (╥﹏╥)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can totally go multiple rounds in a day, but he'll need a break in-between each to regain his energy.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you're gentle with him and shower him with love; the complete opposite of what he's used to as a mercenary. It reminds him of how much he loves you, how perfect you are, and how grateful he is to have you; 'Making love' is the best term to call what you two do after this.

Other times, doing things to evoke a reaction out of him does just the same, just without the romantic intentions haha.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Is there really anytime he isn't teasing you in bed? He picks out anything you're doing and targets that as his new thing to razz you about. The only time he doesn't tease is if either of you were feeling down or if you did the first thing that turns him on (as seen above).

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Honestly, he wouldn't think to use any at all. But I feel if you'd introduce the concept to him, then he'd enjoy gags. In the end, it could be a handkerchief or just a simple piece of cloth that he uses.

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[periprose]

Priestess | Sayyadina

Faith is falling in Sietch Tabr. Reverend Mother Ramallo has a solution– marrying Naib Stilgar to one of the Sayyadina, in order to greater connect the people and the spiritual way, and enable Lisan Al Gaib’s journey to freedom, when he appears. This is your story as the chosen priestess.

Genre: arranged marriage to lovers, fluff, smut, (oral, piv, 18+) angst, lots of sci-fi Dune book references

Word count: 9.8k

Fremen Dictionary:

Sayyadina: Lower ranking priestess(es) who have not yet drank the Water of Life

Naib: Leader of a Sietch

Sietch: Cave/place of assembly by the Fremen

Sahar: Reader’s Sietch Name

Biet: Reader’s Fremen Name

Stilgar climbs up the rocky terrain, his fingers adeptly finding well-known grooves in the stone as he lifts himself to the absolute top of the cliff.

He needs some time to think over his conversation with Ramallo, Sietch Tabr’s Reverend Mother, before he heads back to the Sietch. Stilgar is not one to stay away from his people, his community— but for once in his life, it’s too close for comfort.

As Naib, there will be too many people coming to him at once, asking for his advice and input on things he is normally capable of answering. Friends and family will approach him closely, knowing too much about him to tell there’s something on his mind, and expecting him to be transparent as he typically is.

For this moment, though, he needs his head to be clear. He cannot be as jovial as he might’ve been in the past.

What Ramallo offered him is a subject matter he does not take lightly. 

The sun is setting as Stilgar remembers their conversation from the previous hour.

/

“As Sayyadina, as Reverend Mother, my honest recommendation is that the Northern Fremen need to replenish their numbers.” Ramallo speaks in hushed tones of Chakobsa, the native Fremen language.

Stilgar is slightly confused. The concept of child bearing is not one that he has to be concerned with, as he, despite his older age, has not been married yet.

Something he admonishes himself for.

“There are many of us, but we could always expand. I have already suggested to the South that they could send some of their people here, if they would like to be.” Stilgar frowns. “So many Fremen in the south, densely packed, is an easy way to be attacked. We could spread out more.”

“Save your war-speak for later, Stilgar.” Ramallo tuts, and then sighs a long, languid sigh that has Stilgar feeling much younger than he really is. “I don’t mean simply bringing people here.”

He’s never sure what the Reverend Mother wants, but he always gives her his full attention. Something about staying in his faith for so long has kept him here, grounded, seated in front of Ramallo, ready to do what needs to be done. Not just for the Mahdi, as he is often teased about, but so he doesn’t lose himself.   

“Please. Tell me.” He asks, kneeling his head down in a solemn movement, and Ramallo knows he’s ready for this.

“The youth of Sietch Tabr don’t believe in our faith anymore, do they?” Ramallo wraps a gnarled finger around her wrist, feeling a minor form of trepidation she is sure real Bene Gesserit have never felt. “They laugh when we speak of Lisan al Gaib.” 

“They have not read the prophecy.” Stilgar swallows, unsure if he can really speak on this, when he regards himself as a humble follower. “They laugh because they do not believe in the Mahdi to free us.”

Stilgar thinks of his niece, Chani, who suggests that a Fremen could be the Mahdi. He knows this can’t be true, because he believes his people are fed-up— it should have happened by now if one of them was truly possessed with that capability.

“Sietch Tabr is too worldly now. I worry that if we lose our faith, we cannot usher in Lisan al Gaib as he should be, and our promise to freedom.” Ramallo fixes her cold, foggy pupils on Stilgar, the cloudy whites making the typical Fremen-blue appear more teal. He shivers at the idea. 

“I want you, as Naib, our political leader, to take one of the Sayyadina as your wife. One of the lower priestesses.” 

Stilgar nearly protests instantly, feeling embarrassed to even think of desecrating a Sayyadina like this, but the old Reverend Mother knows what he thinks of this. 

“It would be a marriage between our religion and our people, a symbolic union. I believe our spirituality will be renewed.” Ramallo taps his hand. “I’m an old woman now. I cannot make as much as a difference as my younger sisters— and you and I both know it is written that we must keep bearing children.” 

Stilgar swallows. He only vaguely knows of the Bene Gesserit, but he can guess Ramallo was deeply inspired by their way, marrying into families, keeping a physical bloodline going. The only thing that troubles him, is that he’s unsure of what this has to do with having children with a Sayyadina in particular. 

“If you have children, especially with a Sayyadina, they are more likely to be faithful. Perhaps we cannot convert the others,” Ramallo grits her teeth. “But I believe we can start anew.”

/

Stilgar knows he cannot force himself on any of the Sayyadina. It’s bad enough that they cannot say no to the Reverend Mother’s command, especially with that shocking, unnerving Voice she uses, so he would much rather let one of them pick him. Yes, that’s what he’ll do— walk into the temple, and let them approach him.

He just hopes he’s not too old, too ugly, too entwined with his role as Naib. He wonders if that’s why women haven’t necessarily been interested in him— what with his constant vigilance to keep Sietch Tabr safe and with a good allocation of resources, which makes him rather unapproachable, not as dashing as a typical Feydakin.

He knows how Lady Jessica looked at him with reproach when he offered himself to her, to protect her and her son, Paul. Yes, even the name Paul suggests something more to him— he still thinks he could be Lisan al Gaib. But either way, Lady Jessica did not want to be connected to him like that— so Stilgar feels that he must admire how marriage exists in that intrinsic bond between two people, from afar.

On the other hand, he feels the slightest tinge of hope when he remembers that a Sayyadina would surely be impressed with his devotion. In fact, Stilgar feels a slight grin on his face, as he climbs down from his cliff, thinking of a veiled Fremen priestess, eyes of Ibad even bluer than his own, marking her commitment to the faith. Holy, but his, to see like no one else would, and to be devoutly loyal to.

Almost like a personal representation, an extension of their faith together. And suddenly Stilgar feels understanding to what the Reverend Mother said, as he walks through the night, back to his quarters, that there would be power in this.

/

You’re chewing on your bottom lip, knowing that it’s a needless thing to do— a waste of water, now, that a drop of blood has been drawn from where you have accidentally split your lip— and you can’t help yourself.

Reverend Mother Ramallo grasped you and your sisters’ hands during prayer this morning, and told you that Stilgar would choose one of you as his wife.

It’s a bit surprising. As a Sayyadina directly under a Reverend Mother, you simply expected to be on your own, until she died and one of you would have to take her place. Other Sayyadina marry, yes— but you’ve always studied under Ramallo and assumed that you would not have to.

You know the Bene Gesserit— as far away as they are to you— form alliances like this with men, and it’s an honourable thing, typically, to produce a child from a union and continue on a legacy of people. It’s with that line of thinking that you asked Ramallo if this is what you were meant to follow.

“Sahar.” Ramallo used your Sietch name, the one that is only known among your sisters for the most part, as most Sayyadina consider their Sietch name to be their sacred name. “Smarter than I sometimes give you credit for. Yes, like our fellow priestesses, we too can create children for the sacred purpose of replacement.”

You smiled, but Ramallo had a slightly weary look in her eyes.

“I don’t want you girls to forget the sacred duty. Continue the faith. Do not let others forget our long wait for the Lisan al Gaib. Pass this onto your children, if you have them.”

You nodded, and whispered a silent prayer that hopefully soon he would be found, and that in itself would be enough to push people.

/   

So now you wait. You know Stilgar— you’ve conversed with him before, in lunch circles, at the deathstill. He was kind enough— he always bowed when he greeted you, and you liked that, liked that he acknowledged your importance in your role here, however small it may be to you. And he always had a careful, leaning inwards glance, where he would be intently listening to whatever you had to say, even if you simply wished him well and hoped that the Maker would bless him and his passage.

It also significantly helped that he was so handsome to look at, too. You’ve heard women murmur about their surprise on his lack of a wife, and how they’d be grateful to take him, if they got the chance. You don’t disagree– you know you’ve spent many a moment glancing too much at him.

But Stilgar seems intensely busy, and you do not be the one to pull him away from his duties. You have had the privilege of being unaware of fighting, of battles and duels, and now to be potentially married to him, it feels like you’ll simply not fit into his life.

And, on the other hand, as you glumly sit on your bedding, rolling a pebble on the stone floor, you think about how you’ve had little-to-no experience with men.

It’s not that it wasn’t allowed, you’ve always been preoccupied with your faith. With the Reverend Mother.

You know how Fremen men, especially warrior men like Stilgar would be. They have appetites— your fellow Sayyadina sister Nezua tells you about all her crazy endeavours, while you listen somewhat enviously. There’s a reason why Fremen men take so many wives.

Your stomach lurches a little at that. Although multiple wives are common, to continue to reproduce as efficiently as possible, you dislike the notion for some reason— but you feel selfish and wonder if it is because, as a priestess, you’ve had special treatment until now.

Nezua walks into your quarters, and taps your shoulder. 

“Yes?”

“He’s outside.” She takes your hand. “Don’t worry, Sahar. I am sure he will not pick one of us— he will probably pick Ranira. She barely wants to be Sayyadina.”

“But isn’t that against the point?” You squeeze your hands together. “For a union between faith and people—” 

“C’mon, Sahar. Don’t tell me you really believe that.” She rolls her eyes. “Whoever ends up being Stilgar’s wife will probably be in his house most of the time, ‘praying’, but really just dutifully waiting for him.” 

“I suppose…” You don’t want to tell Nezua that she’s wrong. That Stilgar is more devout than she thinks, that he’s not a cheat looking for a free wife to use while pretending to care about the faith. 

Stilgar has always come to the temple to pray, even when it is not necessary for a man of his standing to do so— as he often speaks of needing to continue his worship towards the Maker, the One God, and Ramallo is always pleased to let him in. She wouldn’t do that if he had some sort of ulterior motive, as other less honourable men have in the past.

It’s with a jolt that you realize you already care for him on some level. At the very least, you think highly of him.

Nezua pulls you up off your bedding, and you adjust your veil before going off into the main prayer hall with her.

Upon seeing the arrival of all six Sayyadina sisters— the current number of high priestesses directly under Ramallo— Stilgar pushes himself into a deep, reverent bow, and as he arises again, his gaze seems to linger on you before coming across your sisters.

You feel both excited to potentially be picked, and terrified to leave the temple where you have lived your whole life.

/

Stilgar can’t help but have his eyes drawn towards to you. Not just because you’re beautiful— you are, though, with the eyes of Ibad, deep blue pupils, a wise, judicial expression upon your face— and he wonders why.

Not out of disrespect, but Stilgar often sees the Sayyadina as being sort of withdrawn, within themselves, perhaps solemn in the religious vows they have taken. Even now, your sisters don’t meet his glance as often as you do.

Stilgar thinks you may be defiant. Maybe a troublemaker of sorts. His heart has a sudden thrill at the idea, but his mind knows this isn’t what’s necessary for this arrangement.

“Hello, sisters.” He smiles in a firm, thin line, meant to be placating to those around him. “I believe you know why I’m here. I hope this will not be an uncomfortable process for us all.”

He takes another look at you. No, you’re simply… you’re taking him in. And Stilgar decides that’s overall better than being defiant. Closer to the values of a leader, not even in just a spiritual way as the Reverend Mother had suggested to him. 

You’re gauging his reactions, trying to read if he’s more of a rascal than he lets on— but he meets your previous idea of him, a reverent, kind man trying not to do harm, and your mouth settles into a assured, small smile.

Stilgar feels comforted, pleased even by your expression, and he knows he’s going to pick you.

”Sayyadina—” He points to you so there’s no confusion, and your sisters appear as neutral as they can, while you read micro-expressions of either relief or disappointment. “I would like to speak to you on this matter.”

You shuffle in silence as you leave with him to a different, quieter corridor, and as you turn and fix your veil, Nezua flashes a grin at you.

So your feelings were that obvious, you think.

/

Stilgar is a great deal taller than you. You have to peer upwards to really look at him, and you think he likes that— there’s a slight twinge in his eyes that makes you feel easily drawn to him.

“Why me, Naib?” You ask, and Stilgar stares at you for a moment longer, before tearing his eyes away to stare at the architecture of the temple. 

“You have a knowing look in your eyes, Sayyadina.” He responds in turn to your use of Naib— a term denoting him as Leader of the Sietch. You use it so not to be overly familiar with him, but you understand you both respect each other.

“So you picked the most shrewd of us, is that it?” You wrinkle your nose in a slight laugh, but then actually grin as Stilgar laughs.

“One could call it shrewdness. I simply see that you are not afraid, you look for what you know you must find. Only great leaders make the approach.” He explains this so clearly, you were not even entirely aware that you were doing such a thing. 

“It only makes sense to do so, Naib. I could not just stand there and allow you to do all the decision making.” You admit with tact, so not to drive him away.

He nods. “That is why you will be a great one.”

Stilgar seems comfortable with you already, and yet his expression takes a pained look for a moment. 

“It's for that reason I do not want to force you into this… uh, arrangement.” He admits, and you are taken aback for just a moment, just a slight gasp.

“What makes you think I don’t want to be your wife?” You speak too soon, maybe too boldly but Stilgar likes that. Despite not even being betrothed yet, you are so forward with him, so ready to be claimed by him.

And he's just as willing a participant to be claimed by you, so he smiles, watching you turn a little flustered, but you let your feelings for him stay apparent for a moment.

It's not like there's room for privacy in a marriage, you think.

An arranged marriage, you admonish yourself. He’s here only in the most professional of terms. Don’t complicate this with your idiotic feelings, you still have a job to do.

“I just meant that– it would be an honour to be associated with you, Naib.” You keep your head tilted downwards, trying your best to be the reverent Sayyadina you’re known as.

“Of course.” He swallows, unsure if you’ve suddenly become shy, or that you’ve decided to be more cunning– something he admires anyways. He thinks not many women would actually be attracted to him, what of the mug he calls a face, and so he decides to just be glad that you’re willing to be with him.

“Okay, Sayyadina. If you’ll have me as your husband, then,” He grasps your hands in both of his, and he has the kindest look in his eyes, and you look back up at him, feelings simmering on the inside as you maintain a peaceful facade. “We will have our engagement arranged soon.”

Then, ever so gently, he pushes back a part of your veil, wanting to see your face better.

/

You visit him more often after that. Usually in the hall, where there are other people, and you do this so people don’t think you’re too in love with him already– visiting him secretly would only prove that, suggest some sort of affair of a human connotation.

By being around the others, people feel that things are coming into place– religion and leaders are creating a strong, united front that will lead the Fremen to peace. More believers for the Lisan Al Gaib. And you are glad to already be pushing people along the path that Ramallo set out for you.

Stilgar has a stronger look at you, now. Not just the polite glances of before. With every conversation, he takes you in, drawing more and more conclusions. And with every moment, he learns more about you, and he likes what he learns, too.

He sees that you like your food spicy, as does he. And you especially enjoy tabara– the soft sweet cake made of tabaroot, honey, and spice, rich and sweet in flavour, adorned with fruit. It’s a rarity in Arrakis, since a few of the fruit come from offworld traders– so he gives you his portion and you two argue over this, before Stilgar eventually puts his foot down as Naib.

“You should accept. Extra portions go towards those who need it, not me.” Stilgar says, ever the humble one as you’ve come to know him.

“Except this isn’t an extra portion, is it? Sayyadina aren’t supposed to indulge so much, leaders like you may deserve it as you do such hard work.” You taunt him, knowing that you’re both so similar– you could argue forever with Stilgar because you’re equally as willing to sacrifice things for each other.

Great leaders, indeed.

“Sayyadina, don’t make me remind you how important your creed is.” He tuts, and you find yourself simmering with attraction to him– you are beginning to look forward to these conversations more and more everyday. “Your work is just as important– don’t do a disservice to your life just for me, okay?”

The people around you shift in their spots on the floor, to listen more closely, and you recognize that although you and Stilgar grow closer– the intended effect is taking place. People are supportive either way.

Maybe you don’t have to be distant, overly religious, to win support. Maybe, like what Ramallo said, they need to see how spirituality can touch people, and how you’re just a person as well.

He places the piece of cake in your bowl again. “Accept it as a gift, Sayyadina.”

You smile up at him, squeeze his hand without thinking. “Okay, Naib. Thank you.”

/

Stilgar cannot stop thinking of you, even when he is training Usul to fight in the Fremen way.

He remembers your last meeting, a few weeks after your initial one– and then how you said in two days time, after your faithful prayer that the Shai-Hulud would allow your union to be peaceful, you could begin the engagement ceremony. And Stilgar focused on how serious you were– how holy this approach was, how you seemed to glow from within, with some otherworldly energy, and even now he could tell he was enamoured with you. With that strong gaze, eyebrows tensed and purposeful in their thought.

Usul– Paul, at this moment, with his lack of focus– cannot stop staring at Chani while she practices sparring with her friend.

“Usul. Usul.” Stilgar shakes his shoulder, and Paul finally tears his gaze away. “You’re too distracted, my friend.”

“I’m sorry, Stilgar.” Ever the charming, young lad, Paul smiles placatingly towards Stilgar, and even he is too struck by his charisma to avoid it. “I’m here. I’m ready.”

“Please, tell me what bothers you.” Stilgar knows, already, as Paul stares down at his hands, that the boy has eyes for his overly tenacious niece. “Is it a matter of the heart?”

“Yes.” Paul exhales. “It’s not important right now. How did you know?”

Stilgar smiles reproachfully. “I… I suppose I should tell you honestly, before the others get to know.”

It strikes Paul that the Fremen trust him so readily– even Chani, with her misgivings about the prophecy, seems to be swayed towards him, and he does not know if he enjoys the attention, the privilege this grants him. Again, he is struck with that terrible purpose– that he will use these people for his own benefit.

Stilgar interrupts his line of thought. “Soon, I am to be married to one of the priestesses.”

Paul grins. “Ah, Stilgar, you rogue. You’re distracted, too.”

“Yes.” Stilgar admits, and he thinks of you with your deep blue eyes, your careful-yet-understanding glance, and he longs to see you again. To get to know you better. Yes, Stilgar may not truly know you, but he feels he has been on your side this whole time. Every glance at the temple, every cursory conversation at the deathstill, it has all been building up to something– perhaps not what he had imagined it to be, but he would never consider himself unlucky for this, or that Ramallo could ever be wrong about her plans.

As Naib, though, he still has his duties, and he tuts and tells Paul to get back on it. And Paul, strong young man wanting to prove himself, uses his Bene Gesserit training to imbue a level of focus that no woman could possibly break.

/

The engagement ceremony day is finally here.

You're excited, yet nervous to be known as Stilgar's wife. It feels more real with every approaching moment– it’s not just a silly, girlish fantasy, it’s something that everyone will see and know as a tangible union.

You haven't got any time to see him– Stilgar has been away with other Feydakin, no doubt unleashing hell on Harkonnen troops– and so you wait for his return.

The first of many waiting periods, you know that. You always knew this was going to be more of a political marriage– more in meaning for Sietch Tabr than really having to be around each other.

But you miss him, anyways. You like him, and despite your attempts to focus on praying to the Maker that he will be okay, you search for him on the sandy horizon every minute of this auspicious morning, the sun blearing into your eyes.

“You know he hasn’t come this far without his own talent.” Nezua reminds you, as she watches you peer up, blinking in the sunlight. “He’s not Naib for no reason, Sahar.”

All priestesses– both low and high– and other religious Fremen crowd around the outskirts of Sietch Tabr, hidden under cliffs in order to stay in the shade. Yet you reach outwards to look at the sun, risking your sweat even as you know you’re supposed to reserve it.

Lady Jessica, part of the sacred mother-and-son duo from the outer world, watches you with a gaze you cannot place. You know it is not simple curiosity– there is something new and malicious in her stare that has only heightened after Stilgar had asked to be betrothed to you.

A sudden gust of wind blows sand around you two, and Nezua tightens her veil, firmly jutting her jaw in a way that tells you she must be right, that you worry about nothing. 

Ten minutes later, after praying and hoping, Stilgar returns over the sunrise, victorious in battle, and you feel he looks exhausted– yet his face breaks into a smile when he sees you.

He is greeted by many Fremen, fellow family members, but Stilgar pushes them aside, making his way directly towards you.

And you let yourself be pulled upwards by him, as he grasps your hands.

There’s something sweet and endearing here– almost innocent in how he looks at you, as if he’s been waiting to see you again just as long as you have. But you quickly remind yourself that this moment is not just yours– it would be considered somewhat heartless by other Fremen if Stilgar did not appear to like you, and by extension, the whole marriage’s point would fail.

“Sayyadina–” He holds up the Water Rings, the metallic counters representing the volume of water a Fremen could release into the deathstill. Here, they mean that you will be tied to Stilgar, as you are now betrothed to him. “I ask you to be married to me, by nightfall.”

“So soon?” You ask, wondering why he would want to do it so early.

“It cannot wait much longer. Reverend Mother Ramallo is not well.” He tells you, and your heart sinks, wondering why your dear reverend mother has not told you about this.

You’ve seen the signs– she struggles with fine motor skills and often her cataracts make it difficult to see anything– but you are still surprised.

“Okay.” You swallow, and then smile up at him, and he squeezes your cheek in a fond gesture that makes you feel heat rise there.   

“We will be wed tonight.” He calls out in Chakobsa, and the Fremen around you rally with glee, and you feel that whatever this is, even if Ramallo does not live to watch it play out– it’s working.

/

The unmarried women of the tribe fix your hair with the rings Stilgar presented to you, and you feel ever the part of the blushing bride. You know it’s not wrong to genuinely have feelings in this arrangement– you just hope Stilgar feels the same way.

Chani grins at you. You know her well– you’re around the same age, you’ve grown up somewhat together– and you wonder if she feels odd about her uncle marrying you.

“No, if it means I can call you Auntie, I’m happy.” She jokes, and you shove her as she laughs.

Chani rarely laughs like this as of late. She’s always so hard on herself– she thinks she has to be because of how indoctrinated so many Fremen are to the faith. And despite your life as a Sayyadina, Chani has never let your conflicting beliefs stop her love for you.

You only wish she’d be more careful as a warrior. As a freedom fighter, Chani sometimes lacks restraint– so you’re grateful to see her happy.

“Well, maybe some day you’ll be married, too.” You squeeze her hand. “To a great warrior.”

“I don’t know, Biet.” Chani calls you your Fremen name, not your Sietch one, which will be used tonight at the wedding. “Let us focus on you for now.”

“I just… I don’t know if he feels the way I do.” You suddenly admit, and the fear that you’re still going to be lonely crops up. 

Chani shakes her head, that hard, tough scowl on her face back again. “If there’s one thing I know about my uncle, it’s that he’s not an idiot.” 

She presses her cheek to yours. “Don’t you understand how important you are, Biet? How special you are, not just to me and everyone here, but to him especially. Stilgar has not stopped speaking of you for the last couple of weeks.”

You smile softly at that, thinking of how ardently Stilgar looks at you now, how you’ve gotten to know each other over the last few weeks of basic conversation. More close than ever, and yet just far enough that you keep wondering. Is it admiration, gratitude that you’re willing to serve a greater purpose, or something more? You know it’s selfish, but you want him to like you. To love you. 

“Everybody knows, even Muad’Dib.”

At the mention of Muad’Dib, you can’t ignore the slight tension in your spine. Both you and Stilgar have discussed your belief in his abilities, his potential to be the one– but you know that Chani does not share that.

Still, you hear a slight shift in Chani’s tone as she says his name, and you give her a glance.

“You like him, I think.” You tease, and she tells you to shut up in Chakobsa.

You wonder if Muad’Dib was the one who shared this information to his mother, which would make her dislike of you understandable. You get the sense she’s power-hungry, terrifying– she would’ve been a greater candidate for this marriage, an otherworldly mother that fits the prophecy, representing not just the union of politics and religion, but with the power of the Bene Gesserit– and you find that you resist her, anyways. Resist the idea that everything must be for this one purpose.

You want to keep Stilgar to yourself, and it almost frightens you that you might be going against something that you’ve been taught to believe from a young age.

You’re no Chani.

/

The dark of the night spreads across Arrakis.

Stilgar begins the trek up the dune, where you wait, bathed in the moonlight– you’re wearing a different outfit, a dress with intricate beading marking your place as a bride, and instead of a veil, you are wearing a much thinner, transparent shawl that allows Stilgar to make out your silhouette. Your hair is interwoven with his Water Rings.

Stilgar has always known you are beautiful, but especially now of all times, with your blue eyes reflecting him in the silver moonlight as he meets you at the top of the hill– and it’s not a distraction, because he’s meant to be here with you.

He likes you a lot– there’s a taut feeling in his throat, as he realizes he’s watched countless friends and family members get married, but never thought of himself as one of them– and in the past, Stilgar had always felt there was something wrong with him for not marrying sooner. But now, he’s so thankful he waited, because it’s you. His holy, veiled priestess.

You share his faith, after all– but over the last few weeks he’s seen that you share his judgement, too. He only hopes that his feelings will be returned some day and that he won’t scare you off– Stilgar knows he can sometimes be too much.

Reverend Mother Ramallo approaches you two from the other side of the dune. She speaks in Ancient Chakobsa– old marriage passages from the faith, hymns that are sacred in their meaning– and the unmarried women below, begin their chanting and agreement with the hymns. They dance.

Then, Ramallo asks Stilgar in Chakobsa, if he is willing to take care of you, to entirely claim you in every way as the Fremen faith dictates– to not leave you behind. You know she cares for you so deeply, as she’s watched you grow up from a young girl, and you hear a slight twitch in her voice, giving her away as someone who will miss you.

Stilgar responds without hesitation that yes, he will always be there for you. And you believe him. You don’t hear a hint of irony or lying in his tone.

Maybe this isn’t just a marriage of political nature.

Ramallo yells in Chakobsa, using the Voice: “It is finished!”

/

Celebrations are loud, jovial, necessary after the Fremen endured hardship from the Harkonnen. People are dancing, eating, congratulating you.

You’re happy to receive their blessings, and give them back if they wish to hear it from you. You’re still a Sayyadina, and today of all days, you bring especially good luck to them.

Paul Atreides walks forward after Nezua dips– she’s kissed you on your cheek and solemnly stated she’ll miss you at the temple bedrooms– and you’re intrigued, as you’ve never spoken to him before.

“Muad’dib!” Stilgar is next to you, and he shakes his hands, clapping his shoulder, and Paul hugs him.

“Stilgar, Biet–” Paul’s eyes cross towards you, and you don’t sense the same plotting look his mother has. “Congratulations. It’s so interesting to witness a Fremen marriage. I feel like I’ve learned so much just watching. I did not know Sayyadina could use the Voice, as well. Impressive.”

You think he’s rather compassionate, but there’s no telling if it’s an act. You ignore that– you’re meant to be happy now.

“Thank you.” You gently squeeze his hand. “I don’t use it often– I believe it should necessitate a purpose.”

“As do I.” Paul agrees, and you are blown away by how casually he reveals that he can use it. Another sign, perhaps, that he is who you and Stilgar think he is.

“In coming times, maybe you too will marry in our way.” You make as an offhand comment, so not to overtly reveal your surprise.

Paul is mildly surprised by this, but he doesn’t look displeased with that. “Maybe. I think many women here are quite beautiful, they could probably pick a noble Feydakin than someone like me.”

“In time, Muad’dib, you may be a Feydakin too. You have the strength to be one.” Stilgar corrects him, and you like that your husband is so forthcoming, a true mentor that supports everyone.

“Besides, you’ll need to be one if you want to impress Chani.” You input, and Stilgar looks a little taken aback by this development, while Paul looks more interested.

“Really? You think Chani and I…” Paul swallows down whatever he’s going to say, looking suddenly a bit darker and worried. “I would be lucky if she considered me.”

Paul bids you two goodbye, while Stilgar laughs. “A humble one, isn’t he?”

“Better that than overly boastful.” You hum. “Either way, I hope he is not perpetuating a false image.”

Stilgar agrees. 

As the party dies down, he takes your hand, and together, you walk back to Stilgar’s quarters.

/

He’s rather quiet as he sits on his bedding, cracking his knuckles.

Stilgar is not afraid of you, exactly– he’s afraid of what your relationship should or should not be. He does not know the boundaries in which you two operate, and he’s afraid once he opens that conversation up, of your potential rejection. 

Other men would tell him that as your wife, there should be no confusion– that he should be able to bridge the gap, and you would accept it, no questions asked.

But Stilgar had not come this far by simply guessing at things. He knows as Naib, the general context you two have– and he needs to know if you feel the same way, if you don’t just want this marriage to be symbolic in nature.

“Sayyadina,” He calls you, and you sit next to him on his bedding, staying a short distance away, just for respect.

You laugh at that internally. You’re his wife, and you still call on some level of respect. Maybe because you’re afraid of acting on these feelings you have– a hunger for closeness– and you would rather use the excuse of respect instead of pushing him towards you.

Stilgar says Sayyadina with fondness in his tone, though. A formal, spiritual term has never sounded more husky, more inappropriately close than ever– you let yourself hope.

“I’ll ask you this once, and make your answer clear, so I do not bother you otherwise.” Stilgar pauses, wanting to be sensitive about this subject. He doesn’t know exactly what you’re comfortable with. “I want to know if you want to be more than wife in name, or if your heart is drawn to being within your faith.”

“Who says I can’t be both, Stilgar?” You bite your lip, and Stilgar’s face stiffens. “There’s nothing in our faith that says a priestess can’t have both.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He pauses, grappling with what to say.

“I don’t want to be a burden to you.” He says, and you laugh, for real this time, a louder laugh than he’s heard before, and he grins, liking the twinkling sound of it, but then frowns. “I’m being serious. You should not have to lie with me just for everyone else’s benefit. The marriage has brought people to greater spirits, already.”

“What if it’s for my benefit?” You speak in a hushed tone, but Stilgar listens to every word, inching closer to you. “What if I feel more spiritual when I’m next to you? I feel the Maker’s way flow through me whenever we speak, I feel like I can understand and interpret so much more because I know we are supposed to be with each other, not just metaphorically, but in all ways.”

Stilgar is taken aback by your boldness, and so are you to some degree, but you continue. “I’ve been ignoring this the last few weeks, but I think that’s what love is. What is faith without love? I think I love you, because you make me understand what I’ve been missing…” You smile up at him. “You’re my greater context, Stilgar.”

Ah, He thinks. This woman is too sweet to me. She understands.

“Sayyadina…” He sighs, a deep shuddering sigh revealing so much emotion; relief, really. You’ve never seen Stilgar like this, but it gives you a sense of how much he represses. “You feel like the missing piece I’ve been waiting for. You… you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for a woman that understands me.”

“I never thought I could have the chance to love anyone,” He admits with some reservation. “My appearance tends to ward women away.”

“But you’re beautiful.” You whisper, smiling up at him, and Stilgar feels your hands trace around his face, and he closes his eyes, listening to the sweetness of your voice. “You’re only intimidating because of who you are, Stilgar, but I promise, you’re beautiful. I’m not the only woman who thinks that.”

Before he can respond in turn, that you’re more beautiful than him, the stubbornness that you two share– you let that unspoken urge inside you, the one you’ve never acted on before, overtake you. And you pull his face downwards in a searing kiss, one where he can still taste the spice on your lips after what you ingested at your wedding dinner.

He honestly has not touched a woman in years– not out of some purposeful celibacy, but more because he has been so focused on maintaining Sietch Tabr. And whatever memories he has of that time, right now is easily trumping them.

You part your lips as Stilgar does, kissing him with abandon, again and again as your lips move with his, and he squeezes your waist before pulling you onto his lap.

He groans. There’s a hard bulge in his pants that you’re sitting squarely upon, you know what that is– you’re not entirely uncultured about this.

You experimentally roll your hips over his crotch, finding a sudden pleasure in your lower half as you do so, and he stutters, suddenly, pulling your face away from his, breaking the kiss.

“Sayyadina– wait, slow down.” He holds your wrists in his hands firmly, the heat of the moment causing both of you to sweat. The night air seeps through Stilgar’s window– hot and humid.

You’ve never wanted to be closer to him.

“I’m a little inexperienced. I don’t want to hurt you.” He explains, and you scoff.

“So am I.” You tell him. “Actually, I’ve never…”

“Oh.” Stilgar takes on a very judicial look, one that you’re determined to stop before he rejects you for the “greater good” or something like that. “I would’ve never guessed that. You gave me the impression of expertise.”

“Then let me gain it.” You proclaim, and you cut him off before he says what you know he will. “You’re not forcing me into anything. I want to do this, just like I wanted to marry you.”

He scoffs, now, but Stilgar likes the sound of that and he kisses you again, pulling your shawl off, feeling you wrap around his torso with your legs– he feels you moan and shudder when he squeezes your thighs. He loves this, and when he starts removing your dress– you don’t stop him.

He pulls it down and under you, and you’re bare underneath. Stilgar examines your breasts with admiration– they’re the perfect size, they fit you well– and he immediately takes to one of your nipples with his teeth, causing you to cry out.

As he continues these bites over your chest, squeezing your breasts and your behind, suckling on your neck, feeding off of your sweat, you feel yourself slicken, wetness catching on Stilgar’s pants– so much quicker than you’re used to, when you used to touch yourself in your room at the temple. A waste of water, maybe, but it was worth the relief occasionally.

Stilgar notices, and he wordlessly lays you across his bed, spreading your legs open, looking down at your pussy.

You’re not completely sure what he’s doing, and you feel slightly vulnerable like this– entirely on display for him.

“Let me drink from you, Sayyadina. I would be honoured by this blessing– I thirst, and it would not be a waste.” He says in hushed tones, as he kneels in front of you, and you feel yourself slicken more if that’s possible. The sacred overtones of worship are not lost on you, practically becoming a kink for you as he speaks.

You nod, and he grasps your thighs tightly, practically pushing down on them so you’ll stay with open legs for him– he strokes them a few times, and then dives in with his tongue, lapping and licking slowly upwards to your clitoris, then quickly a few times to taste you faster, which causes you to seize as feelings of warmth and white-hot sensitivity overtake you, and with your fluids, and his saliva, you’re quickly reaching the point of finishing. His beard tickles, and you squirm a little, and start writhing and sweating, moans ebbing out of your throat, but that only makes Stilgar pull you in closer, tighter, pushing his tongue closer, almost inside, refusing your escape.

You don’t want that, anyways. And you finish in his mouth with a flourish as Stilgar laps up what you’ve given him– a drink from a Sayyadina.

You think he’s done, but you lean back with another sigh– a near scream, really– as Stilgar begins to lick at your clitoris, suckling on it, until you’re wet and aching again– and then he uses his fingers to spread your pussy open, and begins to fuck you with his tongue. It’s amazing, wet and writhing and and filthy– it feels nothing like your own fingers and entirely more adept at getting you to another orgasm. The speed at which his tongue languishes inside you should be considered unholy, all things considered– but you feel high, you feel like you’re closer to the Maker than ever– and he suckles at you, his lips closing around your entrance as you moan again and orgasm directly into his mouth.

Stilgar groans. He’s in love with your taste– he thinks he might wake you up every morning like this, if you’ll let him. He’s also painfully hard now– his cock strains against his pants, and he quickly starts undressing.  

“Sorry. I needed a second taste.” Stilgar apologizes, standing up, but he’s not sheepish about anything as he continues to rub you, to stroke your pussy to keep you wet. Up, down, up, down, Stilgar could get addicted to this sensation around his fingers– you’re so warm, soft, wet– he needs to be in you.

You’re beginning to feel overstimulated– you’re covered in sweat, and in between your thighs you’re soaked, practically dripping all over Stilgar’s hand as he continues to work you– and you twitch as you sit up, Stilgar’s fingers prodding inside you.

His cock bobs upwards, shiny with pre-cum, and the tip, hard and redder, while the rest is a flattering tan brown. Although this is your first time viewing the male genitalia, you’re drawn to it. You like how he looks partially naked– vulnerable like you, but warmer, soft and hard in different places– and you reach to take his shirt off, letting his full self be unsheathed.

And you like this– you feel an animalistic draw to his body, his chest hair, the broad muscles under them, and he moans loudly when your finger prods at the tip of his cock. Stilgar lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and spreads your ass, his cock nudging inside your pussy slowly, groaning as it does, gritting his teeth as every centimetre feels like another added pleasure of wetness, the bounds of which he does not know, but he is excited to be familiar with and do this again and again. 

You sink around him easily– you moan against his neck as you do– and Stilgar bottoms out, feeling you grip and tighten around him.  

After what feels like an eternity– both of you drunk on just being intertwined in such a way– he lifts you up again, thrusting outwards, and then back in, pushing you down on his cock, slamming into you. Stilgar’s warrior strength comes into play here– he fucks you relentlessly, and grips you so tightly you think you might be melting onto him. He begins to pound into you, your ass and thighs jiggling with the force of it all, and a severely perverted squelching and slapping sound builds up over time, over and over, his thighs and balls slapping against your thighs and ass, the sound of which you are sure is extremely loud.

You don’t care. You moan loudly, almost yelling as Stilgar’s cock twitches and catches inside you in a place so deep, you’ve never touched it yourself. 

You shake and twitch, barely holding onto him as you do, feeling an immense pressure build inside you, almost painfully, but with pleasure. Stilgar claims your mouth as he thrusts, kissing you, slipping his tongue inside as he drinks from you there– and he loves feeling you moan against his mouth as he does so.

He presses you against him tightly, rutting upwards, and then together he tips the both of you onto his bed again, him on top of you, this time using his fingers to play with your clitoris as you clench around his thrusting. You cum again, this time your fluids adding to Stilgar’s pleasure, and you moan as Stilgar’s hands tighten around your waist. The slap of his skin against yours is laden with sweat and your cum, but Stilgar is insatiable, and he thrusts harder.

You feel him inhale, moan, bite at your neck, and you feel his cock twitch again as he cums inside you, pulling out in a hazy stream, and you writhe against him, feeling the heat of the moment conjoining with the cooler air of the night.

He sighs, satisfied with what has happened, lying down next to you. “May Shai-Hulud allow us to do this again.”

/

Stilgar has to leave again, the next morning, as more Fremen are involved in fighting Harkonnen harvesters, and he wants to oversee this.

“I’m sorry, Sayyadina…” He swallows. He doesn’t want to leave you behind– if he could take you along on his back, he would. 

“Sahar.” You tell him.

“What was that?” He asks, and you wrap your arms around him and his stillsuit, dressed in your traditional Sayyadina dressings again.

“Sahar is my Sietch name. My sacred name, only for my sisters to know.” You explain, although you’re sure Stilgar knows this. He only knows your Fremen name, after all. “Since we’re married– I thought you should know my true name.”

“Sahar is a wonderful name… meaning morning.” Stilgar looks out the window with a slight smile. “But you outdo any of Arrakis’ sunrises, my dear.”

You laugh at that, as Stilgar knew you would. 

“You will still be Sayyadina to me, no matter what name you have.” He says, and there’s a warm feeling in your heart when you hear this, that he has a special name for you. You take his hands, and press your palm to his forehead.

“Oh Shai-Hulud… keep Stilgar safe from unwarranted danger today.” You whisper in Chakobsa, closing your eyes, and Stilgar closes his eyes too. “Do not risk his life.”

Your harsh, suddenly grating tone from using the Voice has Stilgar opening his eyes again. He has never heard you use it before.

“Thank you.” He pulls you up for a soft, parting kiss– and then after memories of last night echo inside his mind– he gives you a firmer, lingering kiss, laden with love for you.

/

Stilgar finds that despite his obvious devotion in his commitment to you– the women are more interested in him than ever.

And if he was a lesser man, perhaps he would act on this. But Stilgar has not forgotten the plan, and he certainly hasn’t forgotten you, not so soon. He knows you two are two sides of the same coin– meant to be.

This was not meant to be an outcome. He sees Feydakin women smiling at him, maybe a little too much– or maybe he has not noticed until now.

You said he was beautiful, and he had thought maybe that was just according to you. But seeing how Lady Jessica greets him, not impolitely but just with more… vulnerability, especially after her duke was killed, he thinks maybe you’re right. Maybe he has something.

Jessica stares at the deathstill, trembling over what Stilgar has told her. She must drink the Water of Life, she must take the place of a Reverend Mother– and she does not want this. She wants nothing more than to be comforted at this moment, because of what a tribulation this new order shall be on her.

Or at least, that’s the image she’s conveying, she hopes, and she believes she has Stilgar wrapped around her finger, her coying, Bene Gesserit way meant to coax people closer to her, and by extension, her wishes.

And Jessica can tell she’s done it right when Stilgar leans over, wipes away her tear, and licks it. Perhaps she can secure more support through playing the part of a sad widow.

/

It’s Nezua who saw what happened.

She interrupts your prayer, your first prayer after returning to the temple, sanctimonious as it is.

“Sahar, please don’t be upset. Just hear me out.” She pulls you into the main hall, where your sisters and Ramallo are reading ancient texts.

“What is it? What’s happened?” You look around wildly. 

Nezua’s deep blue eyes blink, as she wonders what to tell you, how to say it gracefully.

“I saw him. Naib. Standing close to that woman, to Lady Jessica– she cried about becoming a Reverend Mother– he stroked her face, licking a tear away.” Nezua admits, and you instantly blink back sudden tears.

“But he–”

“Men can be rascals, Sahar.” Nezua reprimands you, and you swallow, knowing you don’t know as much as her.

You do know about Jessica, though.

“She has been eyeing him for a while… I’ve watched it happen. She’s got her Bene Gesserit tactics, we know that. She wants to be a Mother, no matter what farce she applies in this moment to gain approval.” You shake your head. “He wouldn’t do that for no reason– she’s very convincing. And Stilgar supports everyone, why would he doubt her?”

Nezua calms down a bit.

“But if he wanted to marry her?” Ramallo suddenly chimes in, and you and your sisters watch as she speaks, suddenly convinced of something. “Would it not be the ultimate culmination of what we seek? The mother of the Lisan Al Gaib, integrated into our society… nothing could compare to how many Fremen this would convert. How many people would choose our way.”

“Great Mother, you picked me for that purpose.” You speak up, almost immediately, without fear. You don’t care if you’re speaking out of turn– you do not want to share Stilgar, lose him to some other woman– and here it seems everyone else is okay with it.

“Yes, and you’ve done well, but you of all people should want us to do better.” She remarks, not without a bit of bite in her tone. You hate that it has to be this way, that you stand in the way of something you used to wholeheartedly believe.

Just this once, you want to be selfish. You have faith that Paul will be Lisan Al Gaib, anyways, so why can’t it just be you and Stilgar?

“Once Jessica drinks the Water of Life, she will be a powerful Reverend Mother– all of Arrakis may be swayed by her.” Ramallo peers at your expression. “Don’t tell me you feel something as foolish as love, Sahar.”

“And if I do?” You state, blatantly.

“Then you must be loving enough to see that this would improve Stilgar’s life by far. Men may take multiple wives, you know that.” Ramallo tuts. “Perhaps you’re not as clever as I once thought.”

“He won’t do it. He knows that his love helps me, and as long as that’s in his priorities…” Your voice dies down, feeling like everything is falling apart as you speak.

“Yes, and how long will he care for a lower priestess when he can have a Reverend Mother? Especially one as faithful as him.” Ramallo shakes her head at your ignorance.

“Shut up! You’ve never felt love, you unspeakable witch–” You scream in Chakobsa, using the Voice, the full power of which seems to shake the temple.

Ramallo slaps you, hard enough that you fall back against the floor. Your skin hums with the stinging feel of a new bruise, sure to make it’s mark on your cheek– and she hisses at you.

“Insolent child. It was I that brought you here. It was I that even gave you the chance to be with Naib Stilgar. He would have never looked at you otherwise.” She mutters, and you feel your eyes glisten with tears.

She and your sisters leave, and you hold your breath, trying not to cry. Nezua strokes your arm.

“Perhaps, if he marries Jessica, it will only be a marriage in name.” She tries, but you shake your head. “You would be the one he really loves, Sahar.”

“Or I would be like a concubine– there to produce children, nothing more.” You think of how quickly you leapt into Stilgar’s waiting arms yesterday, and wonder if you were wrong. If his only intent was to have someone he could fuck on a ready basis.

You shake your head. “I need to speak to him.”

/

You sit on the ground of his quarters, stating a small prayer to stay calm, and when Stilgar walks in, he sounds pleased to see you.

“Sayyadina, I did not expect you back so soon.” He touches your hand, but based on how you draw yourself back, he knows something is wrong. “What is it?”

“You want Jessica. Right? To be your wife?” You say, and he shakes his head.

“We discussed it once–” and your stomach drops at that. “But it would have only been a marriage of convenience to protect her, long ago. Nothing more.”

“Then what happened today, in the deathstill?” You ask, and Stilgar furrows his brows.

“I only relayed Ramallo’s message to her. And she was a bit sad, so I comforted her, that’s all. She almost wasted some water by crying, so I drank it.” Stilgar sits down on the ground next to you. “I promise you, I do not want her.”

“Even if she’s a reverend mother? Closer to your faith? Easier to perpetuate our–” Here you stutter. “The mission?”

“Whoa, whoa.” He softens visibly. “Sayyadina, if you cannot see now that I love you, tell me how to right that wrong.”

“Tell me why you believe you’ll stick with me–” You tear up again and wipe it away. “Tell me you won’t leave me.” 

“I have no interest in Jessica– she is a conniving one, but whatever she thinks may happen, it will not.” He shrugs. “I don’t believe she loves me or wants me in that way, either– she still mourns her duke.”

Of course, you think. She might have only been staring at me that one time because she remembered when she used to be in love. Maybe she was even jealous… Jessica was a concubine.

You suddenly feel much more at peace. You don’t think you would’ve ever left Stilgar even if he had married Jessica– but you’re suddenly more understanding of her pain, to be the one not known in any collected record despite being loved.

“I only did anything I could to make her feel more comfortable with her new role.” Stilgar grins. “And if she succeeds– the faith will have more people interested in it, and there will be less pressure on us.”

“That’s true.” You finally tear your gaze from the floor to look at him, and he smiles at you before frowning at the bruise on your cheek.

“What’s this?” Stilgar gently touches you, and he gets angry hearing you hiss.

“Nothing, just a silly altercation.” You explain, but he’s not satisfied with that.

“With who?”

“Ah… Ramallo slapped me after I said she would never understand love.” Suddenly you’re ashamed, and you feel as if Stilgar would be disappointed in you. “She said the best thing would be if you married Jessica– and I guess I… I didn’t want to lose you, so I used the Voice on her.” “You did?” Stilgar raises his eyebrows, in surprise that you’d do such a thing, make a rash judgement like that against your elder. “I’m sorry you’re hurt.”

You lean into his touch, feeling better that he’s not angry at you.

“But I am sorry I wasn’t there to see you take ownership of me.” He laughs quietly. “You really love me that much? Then I’m only yours.”

You smile so hard at that– massive relief flowing through your nerves– and Stilgar kisses your bruise, before kissing your lips and making you feel whole again.

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Hot as Sin pt. 1

What can I say? They’re hot af. Includes best boys Naib, Norton, Andrew, and Luca.

Did my best to keep things gender neutral for you folks! Reader owns panties in Andrew’s part but, you know, anyone could.

Warnings: lots of filthy smut, obviously. Naib is really hot, and I make it known. Light choking and dirty talk in Norton’s. Spanking and panty kink in Andrew’s (and cussing). Overstim in Luca’s.

Naib

His sinful lips could drive a saint wild.

“Naib—” you started. He cut you off, tongue swirling against yours in a distracting dance. “Naib, your clothes." You were already stripped bare, but Naib remained annoyingly clothed. He’d been too busy corralling you, lifting you onto his bedroom desk.

"You," he whispered, sliding his sinful lips across your jaw. “Undress me.” You followed his order blindly through the fog of lust, hands slipping under his tight shirt and groping his chiseled form. He was on the small side, but cut and lean, strong. Bone and hot muscle shifted under your blind touch, the clench of his abs from a gasp, sharp ribs a massage to your palms. Your nails caught on his nipple and he retorted by pulling you further off his desk by the meat of your thighs, balancing you precariously at the edge and pressing your core against the bulge of his pants. The kiss broke just long enough for him to raise his arms and let you remove his shirt.

Then he was back, nipping, sucking at your lips. His hands rubbed circles and patterns across your back, hips, side like he was painting a picture. Your hands found his pants and somehow fumbled the button and zipper open while he thrust against you. Together, you shoved his pants—of course he’d gone commando—down to his knees.

Naib leaned away to hook both of your legs over his shoulders, giving you but a brief moment to admire his tan, scarred, vigorous, sexy body. He thumbed your body open, muttering “Better hang on to something.” Cold air shocked your slick skin for half a second, and with no other warning Naib thrust home in a single stroke.

You lurched a shocked, choked moan from the sudden stretch. He grabbed the back of your neck with a firm hand, massaging it and holding your forehead against his where unwavering eye contact held you. One more open-mouth kiss, a whisper of blurry praise, and Naib set off with a brutal, mind-numbing pace.

Norton

“Oh god—” you yelp, stumbling over your words and falling into a mess of half-formed syllables and moans. Norton grabs you by your throat with one hand, still squeezing a steadying fistful of your love handles with the other, and pulls your torso up off the mattress so you’re arched against him.

His voice is level despite not letting up his wicked pace, muttering low into your ear, “God’s not the one blowing your back out. Say my name.” His fingers squeeze just a bit at your throat, not choking but reminding you of his control.

“Nor—” Your words fail again when his pace changes, switches from a steady, rapid piston, to an alternating 1-2 force of shallow and deep thrusts. “N-Nor—"

“What are you waiting for?” Norton asks. His lips press right against the shell of your ear, voice coming to you with wisps of hot breath and teasing clips of his teeth. “What’s the matter? Am I too much for you?” To punctuate, Norton thrusts himself as deep as he can go and grinds hard. His whole body flexes and coils tight with the action, abs against your back, bicep against your chest, and his hand which clenches your throat in earnest to the a count of five. You hold onto his wrists for dear life. “My cock too big for you?”

He goes slack again and you gasp quickly, dizzy and tingling “No—fuck, no, I love it. I love it, Norton!”

“I know you do,” he says and kissed behind your ear. His hand moves from your throat to your chest, making room for his mouth to bite and suck. His hips start to move again, impatient and rough. “Keep taking it for me.”

Andrew

The room echoed with a loud clap as Andrew’s ungloved hand landed against your ass. His voice followed, hissing a seething, “Shut up.” You gave a clipped moan from the impact, and then giggled at his embarrassment-fueled anger.

The source of his agitation was your panties…which he was wearing. Had been wearing all day, after a good amount of cajoling on your part. After several hours of going about your day, stealing smirking glances at his red-glow face, he’d gotten fed up and dragged you back to his room. He said he was angry with you, tried to act like this was punishment for humiliating him, but the way his cock leaked and strained over the top of your thin, black lace told a different story. He was excited. Maybe a little humiliated…but excited about it nonetheless.

“You look so good in them,” you coo again, half-muffled by the bed. “Will you wear them more often?” Andrew shoves your face further into the mattress and spanks you again once, twice, harder and harder each.

“Fuck you,” he snapped. His face is hard to see from the angle, but there’s breathlessness in his voice. He makes a noise that sounds like giving in and starts grinding himself against your stinging skin. The texture of lace and precum, and his large hand squeezing the back of your neck, make your head swim.

“God, I wish you would,” you moaned. Another smack, closer to your thigh.

“Yeah, I bet you’d like that.” Spank. “Well, too—hnmm—too bad!” Spank. “You have to make it up to me first. Earn it.”

Luca

“Fuck—fuck, that’s so good, you’re so good!” Luca cried. He was a dazed, twitchy mess beneath you, but he still had sense enough to talk so he clearly hadn’t reached his limit yet. Which was fortunate, since you still weren’t satisfied.

His thin chest rose and fell with rapid, drowned breaths, sweat glistening on his skin. He’d come three times already and was completely helpless to you still bouncing on his oversensitive cock, but he had a stupid, giddy grin on his face anyway. A line of drool slipped down from his lips, and you wiped it up with a thumb and pushed it back into his mouth. He licked at your thumb, and you pinned his tongue down by closing your fist around his chin.

Luca lurched suddenly, quivered. His watery eyes locked onto yours and you knew he was already close again. His hands groped about your lower body with desperation, kneading your thighs, your ass, and then he bucked up to meet you wildly. One of those pleading strokes hit home and your body fell to spasming pieces along with his.

When your muscles finally unclenched, your body tingled with approaching numbness. Luca pulled your limp hand from his mouth and kissed his way along all your fingers. Between puffs of hot air, he whispered, “You’re addicting.” He moans against your palm when you grind yourself on him one more time, just for good measure, and then raise off of his finally-softening dick.

“Likewise,” you manage with a chuckle, rubbing his sternum soothingly. “Seems a bit unfair that you got off so much more than me, though.”

“How right you are,” Luca replied. Chest still heaving, he licked his lips and showed you his devilish tongue. “Come sit on my face.”

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #spicy content #norton campbell x reader #naib subedar x reader #luca balsa x reader #andrew kreiss x reader #idv prisoner #idv prospector #idv gravekeeper #idv mercenary #turbulentscrawl

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Hi, I saw some of your IDV smut line prompt

If you still taking request from that and write for Wu Chang, can you do ❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜ and ❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜

More specific for Fan Wujiu/Black Guard just being needyhorny for his S/O ( ╹▽╹ )

I did my best! I like the idea of Wu, Fan, and Xie being three different ppl

Rated: Explicit | Warning: Aphrodisiac

“I want you,” You jerk in surprise, so hyper-focused on decoding you had paid attention to your heart racing alerting you of the hunter's presence. “It hurts how badly I want you.” Wujiu, the black guard, is currently in control. He looks like a mess! You thought it was because of Naib kiting him for so long but he looks actually in pain. “You will help us.” Grabbing you and placing you over his shoulder. 

Wu Chang is the person they make, the souls within him are Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu. They are bound by the umbrella they carry, forever together but not able to see one another. During matches, the white guard and black guard are separate but whole, Wu's personality disappearing leaving the original two to hunt. It is very complex and you, the partner originally to only Wu, decided to just go with the flow.

In the manor, only Wu exists. He is a stoic man, very reserved. It took quite a bit of work to try to talk to let alone be in the current relationship you are in with him. Later, you met the pieces of the whole. Bi’an, the white guard, is the calm one who approached you post-match as Wu Chang was very eager to see you.

The eagerness one has when a loved one has been hurt. Your match with Ripper was scary, the map was new and London-based (Soho if you remember correctly). The fog everywhere, the dark alleys, all of it to his advantage. You barely escaped with another teammate.

Thank God that map was a one-time deal!

Wu grew worried and risked punishment crossing to the survivors’ portion of the manor to see you.

“Such love merits our meeting. You are his sun, his moon, the very earth he envies as it holds you up.” 

You… Well, you have never been described so highly.

As introductions are important, Bi'an greets you pleasantly as you are the object of Wu Chang's affection.

Later came Wujiu, well, he bared what he wanted from you very quickly.

You have been intimate with Wu Chang once, it was an emotional moment and intimacy was necessary. You love cuddling, love skin-on-skin contact, but sex never seemed on the table— Rather in other words: it scared you. The trust, the work, and then the fear if you mess up.

Lots of anxiety.

With Wu, it was nice, slow, and you felt at ease and content.

With Fan Wujiu, you discovered so much in two hours!

Being currently in the Chinatown map, he knows exactly where he is going to hide you and him until the ciphers are completed. His victory is already claimed as he chaired two of the survivors before grabbing you.

“I do not care who sees us,” The top floor with the mannequins, “I need you now.”

You nearly scream when literally pounces on you, something you are sure Bi'an will scold him about. You scare easily.

By the time the last cipher is popped (poor Weeping Clown), you are a mess and Wujiu does not seem any better.

“Please, we need– God, I physically can't!” How much more can this man give!?

“You can, you must.” And you do as you bite his shoulder to contain your voice. “Blame. That. Bug woman.” His thrust is erratic, clearly desperate, and you are getting more and more drunk off his cock.

You have no clue what that means but you can guess by the way he smells sweet and weird then her ability must have affected him.

Stay put. I'm coming.

Hunter has detection! Go, I'll take the dungeon.

“Wujiu…” Shit, you might pass out.

He squeezes you in his arms, “Stay awake.”

“Hmm,” Oh, you feel lightheaded. “Tíngzhǐ.”

And he listens, “You took me so well, little bird.” Praising you as he stops immediately, “Are you hurt?”

“Just dizzy. And hot. Fuck.”

“I can't give you the care necessary,” He wants to keep touching you, “My apologies.” You know he means that.

“Widow's peak. There.” You try to get your words out, “Later.” It is a spot where you meet Wu Chang often, a private neutral area.

“Of course.”

He gives you a moment before carrying you to the dungeon.

#reader insert #anon ask #idv #idv wu chang #wu chang x reader #wu chang x you #identity v #identity v x reader #identity v x you #identity v wu chang

[fishermanshook]

Tastes Like Heaven (mercenary x gn!reader)

⚠️ MINOR WRITING SMUT ‼️‼️‼️ DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE

It’s kinda funny, ya’ know?

The cold, heartless seeming Mercenary who has killed many in the past. The one person if anyone was to fear in the manor would be him, on his knees right now in between your legs.

Laughable, isn’t it?

To be honest with you, he’s been down there for what seems like hours now. Thanks to the blinds being shut and the lights being turned off, you have had no perception of time for the past who knows how long at this point.

He’s got a bruise making grip on your thighs that he’ll have to apologize for later, but it’s only to keep you from suffocating him in between them. Only for him to keep you as still as he can while he eats you out like a starved man.

You’ve got to keep your moans low and almost non existent to make sure you don’t disturb your neighbors next door. But Naib doesn’t care about them, doesn’t care how loud you get. All he cares about is that the Survivors and Hunters or the Oletus Manor know to stay the fuck away from you. Your his and his alone, right?

Sooner or later, a knot starts to take form in your stomach. It’s familiar, and you know it all too well. So it isn’t long after until Naib’s made helped you reach your umpteenth orgasm of the night with his tongue and tongue alone. You’ve got your back arched, and your legs are sore and absolutely littered with kisses and love bites. Pure bliss spreads across your face as your body trembles in his arms. Gosh, you look so fucking hot right now is all the Mercenary can think.

Warmth continues to spread through your body, engulfing you in a hot mess that’s just too addictive for you. The sheets have been twisted and clawed at. Your essence, stained onto the covers. But Naib doesn’t mind, no not at all. Just another reminder that your his. Cause who else could make you feel this good?

What you think is the last for the night is just yet the beginning, because the Mercenary’s only job tonight is ridding your legs unusable for the next few days.

“Shit, you taste so good.” Naib pants, licking his lips. “I’ve gotta get another taste.”

note: DINNER HAS BEEN SERVED 🗣️‼️‼️‼️

(2023)©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform

#⋆౨🎞️ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ PLAYBOY NOW PRESENTS... #smut #ummmmm #minor writing smut #identityv #intermediate #idv #idv smut #the mercenary #the merc #the mercenary idv #idv mercenary #idv naib #naib subedar #Naib x reader #x reader #idv x reader #2nd person pov #Naib smut #i #fanfiction #fan fic writing #fan fic #identity v #idvfic #fanfic #requestsopen

[williaml0ver]

—♡ welcome on board!! ༻

Hello all!!! I am a beggining writer focusing on Identity V, feel free to stay and follow me on my small journey! this is a small w.i.p masterlist just so everything is in place, i'll later modify it to look better. Scroll past the masterlist section to see more content, including my writing info and request rules!

—♡ MY MASTERLIST 🎀

—♡ WILLIAM ELLIS - THE FORWARD

General Dating Headcanons

The Way to a Forward's Heart

—♡ GANJI GUPTA - THE BATTER

Giving His S/O a Cat

Kisses With Ganji Gupta

—♡ NAIB SUBEDAR - THE MERCENARY

General Dating Headcanons

Taking Care of Robbie

With a Sunshine Like s/o

—♡ KEVIN AYUSO - THE COWBOY

Confessions to make: a Valentines' Day special

—♡ About my writing and requesting rules 🎀

First of all, like I said I am a begginer, therefore I apologize if some of my stuff may seem wacky.

I write for g/n, male and mtf readers only.

My page is safe for any age group. I don't write any smut, however I may write about some sensitive content, about which I will first warn of course.

I don't have a list for which IDV characters I will write, if you want to request something, just ask for something featuring the characters I either wrote about already or I'm about to write, which, at this moment are: Ganji, Naib, William, Kevin, Jose and Luchino.

I do not write for any female characters, sorry 😔

I DO write for Emil, but only with Ada, i don't do poly ships i'm sorry guys 😓

I prefer writing for a single character rather than doing multiple character hcs.

Feel free to request!!!!

—♡ Do not interact if

You're a tankie

You're not at least 15 years old

Transphobic, homophobic etc

You're pro-Israel

Racist, misogynist

—♡ ABOUT THE AUTHOR 🎀

Hi!!!! You may call me Ad, i'm from Poland, i go by he/they pronouns and my favourite IDV character is... 🥁🥁 William Ellis!!!!! I'm a history freak, i love silent movies, old fashion and collecting old paintings, posters etc and going for jogs and walks. I have a big CD collection as well - i love listening to old rock and pop, i am also a huge enjoyer of tpop, vpop, jpop, mandopop, opm and arabic pop. I love making friends and if anyone would like to i'd love to be mutuals!!! I also have a Letterboxd and Discord accounts and i'd love to exchange those accs if anyone wants to!

I think that would be all, I hope you guys like my writing!!

#idv #idv x reader #identity v #idv hcs #william ellis x reader #ganji gupta #ganji gupta x reader #naib subedar #naib subedar x reader #william ellis #identity v x reader

[abandonedbun]

Smut alphabet for Naib? D, F, J and K please

Of course! Bun worked VERY hard! (•̀ᴗ•́)و

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Okay so he has a few fantasies.. but his biggest secret is that he wants to finger you overstimulate you so much to the point you’re tearing up in a locker during a match, when you’re trying to stay quiet as well so the hunter doesn’t find out!

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Legs up position and missionary, he can see how good you feel that way and he really likes positions when he’s on top and in full control, isn’t against the cowgirl position though! Also don’t even try hiding your face, he’ll put a stop to that without hesitation

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Before he did it when he was frustrated or got hard for no apparent reason, he just touched himself until he came, but when you came into the picture he got more hard often, he’d imagine himself fucking you and he once accidentally overstimulated himself from that, also tends to edge himself sometimes to make it last longer

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

His top kinks are primal play (basically top is the prime, and bottom is the prey if that makes sense, basically sorta dom/sub but more animalistic), marking, overstim and edging, he absolutely loves biting and sucking all your skin, or making you take more, not letting you cum, he loves it all

#Naib Subedar #idv naib #identity v #idv #identity v x reader #idv x reader #idv smut #identity v smut #Naib Subedar x Reader #Naib Subedar smut

[sandwichfordinner]

May i request for a Yandere Man in Red Naib?

Also just a small question do u take nsfw? And how many requests ya willing to take?,

(I just love ur writing soz to be a bother-)

Man In Red SFW & NSFW HCS

warnings: , yandere behavior , hot man🧍‍♀️, nsfw .

note: you can request 2 more if you want , but i still have a few to do :)

Gn I forgot how to write yandere and nsfw 🧍‍♀️

Artist here! <====

The edited version of this icon is unknown and I am deeply sorry , art isn’t mine!

They will immolate themselves to burn this mark upon my fingertips.

They will immolate themselves to burn this mark upon my fingertips.

They will immolate themselves to burn this mark upon my fingertips.

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞...

SFW

While he was on his throne , listening to the praises , he saw something move from afar.

Another worthless human trying to steal the butterfly as Ṟ̵̌̀͑̌̈́́͗̚͝ṳ̶̢̧̯̟̩͎͈͕͂̅́͆n̸̡̢̲̳͕͕̺͚͌ḁ̵̢̤̭̠̯̝͕̞̉͐́̂̒̃̂̍̏̚͜ẅ̴̡̤͙͓̥͖̯̘́ą̴̹̥͈̭͙̿́͂͋̚y̵̨̧̱͔̫̹͖̘̱̎̽̒͌̎̏̃̃̕̕ did..

How dare a worthless human like you step a foot in the darkness of the abyss?

He got up from his throne and everyone went quiet.

You noticed that he was walking at your direction , and you panicked.

How did he know??

,,Leave.`` he coldly stated at the others , which made them shiver from horror. All of them left really quick.

He looked back at you , you could tell he was mad , really mad . You could see the rage in his eyes but his face stayed calm.

,,You will be executed at this moment.``

Your eyes widened from horror.

,,No please! I would do anything i promise! Please i would do anything!`` you repeated these words , shaking , crying and hugging his legs while crying.

He was blankly staring at you. No emotion.

He loved seeing pathetic humans begging and crying.

Then he spoke.

,,Oh Y/N.. i wont execute you , but in one condition.``

Your eyes widened.

,,But .. How do you know my name?``

,,I know everything about you , i know where you live , what is your favourite meal , your favourite flowers . Everything love..``

You swear you could see the hearts in his eyes. Lovesick expression.

,,T-this is not normal.. You are crazy......``

,,Oh and what are you even gonna do now?~``

Now he was really close.

NSFW

You felt him pinning you on the floor , his lovesick expression not leaving his face which made you blush by his actions but still horrified.

,,I will make you mine.``

You didn`t have time to think of what he said when he kissed you roughly. Then starting from biting your neck.

This made you whine but you pushed him away.

,,Don`t touch me or-``

,,Or what? What will you do? Scream for help? No one will hear you.`` he said while holding your hands tightly.

You stayed silent. You couldn`t move. There was no point of running away. You are trapped with 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

———————-•

Top.. like 100%

Don’t get me wrong but he is hella rough , he is holding you really close while thrusting in you.

“Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?” He says with a smirk while teasing you. These actions were making whine in pleasure, begging him to touch you more.

You went from ‘don’t touch me’ to him wanting to fuck you.

He was pinning you , and marking you everywhere.

“You are mine, all mine,, he laughed at your pathetic whines .

But it was like a music to his ears and wanted to hear more.

When he cummed inside you for the 3rd time , your body felt numb and laid on the ground panting and all sweaty - marks over you body. A total mess.

He kissed your forehead, both of you trying to catch you breathes.

Till this day you were treated like a queen/king. Wearing fancy clothes and him always keeping an eye on you.

This is what happens when you do a mistake in front of him.

I am alive , omg I’m sorry for you guys waiting 😭😭

By the way what do ppl fr say after doing the nasty?? ,,gg’’?? 💀

#identity v x reader #idv x reader #idv hcs #idv smut #identity v smut #man in red x reader #idv man in red x reader #naib x reader #idv naib #identity v naib #naib subedar

[funkynumaki]

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Hello, as for a part of a request you can call me funky. I made this blog out of boredom so there's no guarantee that I'll be online most of the time. But I'll keep request open and eventually write the request, so be patient!

I mainly wrote for smut and fluff, but I'm not opposed to writing angst.

Reminders that English is not my first language.

Request

Open!

Fandom I wrote for is currently only

Identity V!

(But I'll make sure to add more in the future.)

General request rules -

- Minors dni

- this blog is a dom!reader blog, and I'm not comfortable writing the opposite

- be patient, although I'll try to finish the request in one day it doesn't mean it'll always works out

- i WON'T be writing for gore, scat and piss kink, r#pe, or anything that contains S@ and SH.

Characters I love to write for -

Norton Campbell

Naib Subedar

Luca Balsa

Andrew Kreiss

Victor Grantz

Ganji Gupta

Mike Morton

Aesop Carl

Emil Mesmer

(I'm also fine with writing anyone that's not in this list as long as they're not minors!)

That's all for now, hope you have a great day/night! ^^

#sub idv #dom reader #sub character #sub identity v #identity v x reader

[mystxmomo]

IDV fic and artist recommendation list.

On curiouscat I recently got a question about authors and artists in the idv fandom that I would recommend for people interested in my content. Given that I mostly write Game Five and Edgar content these days, that is what I am assuming they're after. Anyway! I broke character limit on curiouscat. On top of that, it is far easier to recommend fics and artists on tumblr, where I can like, directly link out to them.

So! Here's a few fics and authors I recommend for this fandom. It turned less into a recommendation list of "Content like mine" and more just an all around recommendation list (though, I was sure to include a lot of recs as to reasons I like their content.)

If this is your introduction to the IDV fandom - Thatttttts great! Sorry ahead of time. The unfortunate reality of my life is that I've been in this fandom for roughly going on 3 years soon. As such, some of these authors have long since moved onto bigger and better things. Still - It's worth appreciating those that built the base we ride on.

Disclaimer one - A lot of these authors write explicit content. Some of these fics are explicit by nature. Check the warnings before you go into them.

Disclaimer two - Some of these people are my friends, and I'm absolutely bias to their writing as a result. That's the way these things fall in communities as small as these. I have put everything in alphabetical order, so you won't know who I know. :devil imp emoji:

FANFIC AUTHORS

Anonymous - Who the fuck are you. How are you going to drop “Halibut“ on us and then just run away. It’s an absolutely fantastic character study/Smut piece for Wu Chang and José and the day they come back is the day I thrive. Please read this and give them a comment (I’m a hypocrite and haven’t yet - I should probably do that soon)

annelester (meimentomori) - I need to recommend all of the character studies and platonic explorations I can FIND. “the weight of it all“ Is a FANTASTIC Annie Exploration. “unforeseen circumstances“ is another Annie fic which I think hanles her voice perfectly, and I personally really like her fic “but i still stop and stare (every time that you call)“ which is a Michiko/Mary fic (I really like Michiko/Mary) and, of course, And/Luca with “keep me in the dark“

ArguablyMelon - I miss this author. Their Nort/Naib fanfics are fundamental to the tag. I personally really like “The Past Knows How to Knock“ Which is a reincarnation au thats just fantastically done. “I'll be here.“ Is one of their earlier fics that I personally still think holds up, and with my weak spot for Zombie au’s, I absolutely have to recommend “At Road's End, You're Still There“

Ampenah - They only have one fic I can recommend you, and I can praise a lot of things about it. Despite that, I will be putting a pin in only one. This is a Nort/Luca fic. Despite that, the thing that sticks out the most to me in “Fang and Claw (Tooth and Nail)“ is the Patricia characterization. There’s so much love and care put into her characterization, and I cannot recommend it enough for that reason alone.

It’s also just a solid plot. Set largely in the viper essence.

ethelel - I don’t normally like Hanahaki Disease. But I really liked their KevJose fic “baptisia“ and I think thats a huge praise for both of those accounts. They’ve done a few KevJose fics worth looking into, “like you a latte" Being a nice coffee shop au and “suojelija“ being more angst, with an appearance by wu-chang to boot.

Eversleeping - Absolutely fundamental author to the AndLuca community. She's been around since before I have, and deserves nothing but the upmost respect for her influence.

Anyway, here's her porn.

If you know her for anything, it's probably "amperage" or "relay" Which are some of her older fics. They're both sort of character studies and relationship masquerading as smut ; Following this trend, and on the more safe for work side of things, is "an eden of our own" Which is a personal favorite of mine. She also started up mothman!drew, which is iconic. ("the demon of lutz cemetery")

"Folio" is her anthropology series, though quite a few of them have breached containment and become their own fics. This is a good introduction to her writing, as you get a good taste of her characterization. "spoils" is andlucanort at it's finest.

fairydolls - Has mostly done edluca and VALE content, but I need to start with how I was introduced to their fics “across the table“ Which is a Luca & Tracy fic. The next fic I would recommend of theirs is then their EdLuca fic “en août“ which is a historically accurate exploration into their relationship. And then. I’ll drop this final one without any explanation, and implore you to read it even if you lack context. “edluca tumblr davekat kindating adventures“ Yes I’m serious. Yeah, it holds up. I’m sure it surprises them as much as it surprises you.

funeralphoto - I’m actually only going to recommend you one fic of theirs. It’s old, it’s discontinued. It’s a comedy, and it’s wonderful. “you have 1 pending follow request“

ghastimafrix - Once again, I have to recommend the platonic fanfic exploration first. “ritual sacrifice“ Is a great Edgar and Antonio interaction fanfic, but is part of a larger overall series “lonely, together“ Which has three fics in total. I’ve managed to contain most of my VALE deepcut up until this point, but their fic “stories in skin“ is a great vale exploration from Edgar’s pov. We love Edgar here. Here’s one exploring his trauma in “the past is“. Given that, mind the warnings on it. They’ve also done one of the classic EdLuca fic’s “i wish i could show you more of yourself“

glueskin - PLEASE read their series “í tunglsljósinu þú breytist í blátt húm“ I cannot recommend this series enough. The characterization is incredible, the premises are memorable. I think that their writing honestly influenced my Luca characterization to this day.

gvldenratio - Eddrew author of the hour. His most recent fic “thanks be to god“ Is one of my personal favorites. I really like the character interacts in that one in particular. I also think that the characterization in his platonic fic for Luca and Aesop is really incredible “who do you long for“ and his “Kinktober 2022“ fic collection has a few pairings like Edgar/Norton and Aesop/Victor that I think a few people that follow me might like. Most of his profile is genshin and Eddrew, all with absolutely wonderful Edgar characterization.

Mind the warnings when going into fics, of course.

 howthewindsarelaughing - Is a comparatively newer author in the fandom, but what they’ve published so far is incredibly memorable. I personally really like their short “Ghost in the Machine“ Because. As I will later mention on this list, Antonio/Edgar is a guilty pleasure ship. but they also do a fantastic Antonio/Andrew fic in “Icarus“ If you like the White Tombstone settings, they’ve also done “Me and Mine“ and “Sleep Study“

 hurricain - Please read “yellow flags“ I’m begging you to read Yellow Flags. It’s a Norton/Aesop fic. Another hidden gem in the fandom is his Vera/Aesop fic “l'odeur de charogne“. Both of these fics are incredible memorable explorations into each of these characters, with absolutely fantastic voices for all of them.

However, he’s also done some more common ships like.  “I Was Fucked Dry By The Painter And Lived To Tell The Tale ! ! ! Vol. 1“ which is an Eddrew fic, and “watching you, beautifully“ Which is an Aesop/Eli fic.

 Komilk - If you’re here for José, this is another author for you. She mostly specializes in José/Joseph, and her fic’s “(blood)thirst“ and “crime of passion“ are really good introductions to her characterization. But I personally also really like her Kevin/Aesop “"I'm asking you" Fic a whole lot, and my introduction to her fanfiction was actually the anthropology she did for kinktober “What happens in the manor stays in the manor... “ Which has a few Edgar’s in there (Aesop/Edgar and Aesop/Edgar/Joseph)

MagnaAlmaMater - I’m going to be honest with you, of everyone on this list I find Alma’s writing style to be the most haunting. She drops a new chapter of her fanfic and it sits with me for days. While the fic is Andrew-centeric, her Edgar characterization in “Qui absolvisti” is so palpable. That fic in particular actually focuses on quite a few different characters, and has been running since 2020. If you’re going to read anything of her’s, give that one a look through. Mind the tags, however. She doesn’t shy away from heavy themes on a lot of her stories, but they’re all wonderfully handled and explored.

If you like Norton/Melly, you’ll probably Like “Yukon“ Her Melly characterization is absolutely incredible, and It’s been getting some beautiful fanart recently. “Suit Of Cups“ is Naib/Edgar centeric, and another one with a wonderful Edgar voice. You definitely should mind the tag warnings on that one though.

mauye - Once again, you might actually know her stuff already. Her Edgar characterization in "Craving" (Long boy) and (the much shorter) "old dog learns new trick" is legendary. Craving is an Edgar/Everyone fic, and Old dog learns new tricks is EdLuca. I don't engage with Aesdrew often, but "speak softly, so that one may come closer to hear" scratched an itch I didn't know I had the first time I read it. Their most recent fic is a Nortnaib fic, which is a personal deepcut ship for me ("muscle memory")

NightLamb - Does a Lot of Edgar content, with some rare pairings at that, so of course I’m bound to like their stuff. They only have three fics right now, and “Little Red“ is an Eddrew fic of their’s I like a lot. Mind the warnings on their content, a lot of it isn’t for everyone.

pansythoughts // PansyFennelRue - Does fantastic Luca-centeric content. More often then not that's AlvaLuca and NortLuca, but she's also done some great VALE content. It's worth plucking through her profile, but her stories "A Current to Purify" and "Treatise on the Nature of Change" are a great introduction to her writing.

If you're interested in LucaNort side of things, a hidden gem is her COA fic "Every Breath That Comes Before" If you're here for José, she's done KevJosé in "Spending time chasing ghosts" and EdJosé for a Secret Santa in "Keep Painting Doorways". Also give her femslash some love, she's done Martha/Demi ("Pensive, Theatrical, Thoughtful") and MaryDemi ("Powerful (With a Little Bit of Tender)") and I think those deserve more attention then they get.

Raddish - has moved onto other fandoms, but from my bookmarks alone I give you their TonTon fic “The Things That Come Up While Doing Laundry“ Which is a nice PTSD exploration, their Antonio/Andrew fic “From The Beginning, Con Moto“ and “Family Ties“ One of the few family fic’s that actually managed to keep me engaged. They’ve done quite a few more pairings, as an understatement, so it’s worth scrolling through their profile and seeing what they’ve left.

Rainbow Renaissance - If you've dipped your nose into the Kevin/Edgar tag, you've absolutely seen them around. They actually kinda sold me on Kevin, which. If you've followed me for a while. Don't worry about it.

Of their Kevgar fics, "Tempus Fugit" is a wonderful character and relationship study. "Manzoku" and "Porfiado" are nice stage play au smut style smuts, and I personally kept returning to "Ukiyo"

Of the fics of their's that aren't Kevgar "Extremis" is a lovely Wu/Edgar and "Eros" is riding high as one of the only other José/Edgar fics in the tag. Bless them. I've re-read it A Few Times.

skullfuckery - Has done exactly one fic. This was in the early days of Edgar’s existence, and so “shut up and put on the maid dress“ Feels like something I need to dig from the depths and actually recommend

Soulmarionetter - Soulmarionetter has actually also been around for a while, and as such she has a bit of a backlog worth shuffling through! Her most recent fanfiction "Monomito" is an Aesop/Frederick fic with absolutely fantastic characterization, though it's just started recently and only has one chapter. I! really like! "Onwards (and downwards)" But Antonio/Edgar is a secret sleeper agent ship of mine, so I was bound to like that one. They did Demi/Vera for a zine ("Perfect Blend") and have a small, contained Edgar/Luca series in ("serendipia")

As a bonus, because I always like recommending platonic fics, they have a really nice Vera & Naib fic you should dip your toes in ("count on me")

tragicperformer - Is a Joscarl author, largely. As such, I feel like I should probably introduce them through their "post-canon joscarl series" It has 11 fics in it and is roughly 22k words in, so I feel like with that alone you’ll probably find a bit to read through. Their chapter fic “Between the Lines” Also is incredibly characterized. It’s stageplay au based - Not just in setting, but on principle.

With that said, they don’t just do JosCarl! Their Ed/Luca fic - “to be again” sits with me to this day, and (Remember Nortnaib deep-cuts me hard) I really personally enjoy “surrender“ Of their recent Edgar focused fics, I cannot recommend “precipice” Enough. Mind the warnings on that one, however. It’s a Dream Witch/Edgar fic, and it plays into the horrors of Dream Witch really, really well.

Quinzel25 - I wait with baited breath for them to update “His Lost Memories“ Which is a KevJose fic. It’s also the only fic they’ve done.

Fan-Artists

Despite posting this to tumblr, I’m mostly linking twitter profiles. That is because that’s just kinda where the fandom is most active these days. QQ. Alas. Again, a lot of these artists are 18+ Accounts.

This one is in no particular order, because I’m just going through my follower list at this rate. I’ll give a brief rundown of what they do, but go through their media tab. I cannot give you my entire twitter following list - so here’s the list of people that does game five and edgar content on my feed

篠山 - Mostly Kev/Jose. Occassionally does Vale content.

らお子 - Mostly does Kevin Content

冷楓雲_black-nyanko // @sc6557cc - KevJose

Cringe Central • kevin morgan // @tokobokos - Big Kevin Enjoyer, does Kevin-Centeric ships

쥐치 // @jjakgu - Edgar and Game Five content.

木兆虫義 // @Macc5_a_li - Ed/Jose and VALE

ハタ// @momocadesho - Ed/Jose and various other Edgar ships.

nas // @nas_1005 - Jose content.

온혜 // @on_identity - Vera focused, occasionally more Game Five Centered

A_Drawn_Sketch // @p0oplord69 - Follow them for Jose and Kevin centeric content. Does quite a bit of EdJose too.

Javol // @Javol_cowpho - Jose content.

SIRATAMA // @SIRATAM03235614 - Jose Content

前座 // @zazazapt2 JOSE CONTENT AND THEY draw him like a pathetic cat that got dunked in a lake!!

彼 // @ShiRo_Art5 - Edgar content QQ

688 // @BIGCARTEL@_six88 - Edgar and Bane is what I know them for, but they do a lot of content for very niche characters

Edluca NSFW comic soon!  | Locke // @42431235L - Kevin, Edgar, and Game Five. Their AO3 account is actually on this list.

维末尾 // @wimwi9 - Edgar Edgar Edgar Edgar Edgar their edgars are VERY small and VERY cute.

kalista // @_bloodwine_ - Edgar.

church of andrew christ // @bornagainwhore - Eddrew.

The Saiki _Wolf // @WolfSaiki -Ed/Luca but Edgar.

I’m sure I’ll come back and add a few as they pop up on my feed, but this should be a decent list.

Enjoy me rec’s.

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[bunbun0041]

A yandere Man in red! Naib x Reader drawing pls! I would also like a short story if ur willing to add in.

Also ur art is such eye candy i just love ur style ♡

Omg finally finally! Im been waiting to someone request man in red naib x reader🥳😭😭

And this might be a little bit smut or lemon i know i don't do lemon but this will be only 1 time i will do smut or lemon👍

(Warning): this have some little lemon if you don't like it just don't read it^^

Short story: your bf man in red (naib) you both was been dating. Ever since he confess to you. HE .HAS .OBSESSED .WITH .YOU he love everything about you! after you 2 been bestfriend he confess his feeling to you and you accept his feeling! He has really happy about it.

Now. Lets back what you both doing (。 ｰ`ωｰ´)

While you're thinking about your old memory with naib. Naib came back from work (you know what kind of work his doing as man in red👍) he sees you with big hoodie he can't see if you're wearing pants or not🥲 he ask you if you're ok You say to him that you're ok and you both talk about your day and eat together. And... It has already 10 pm. And you're about going to sleep naib pulled your arm and he say (i want to do it now..) you're blushing like crazy (and you guys already know what will happened and yes you're right they are making out❛ε ❛♪)

after you both making out

(he did like couple sharing 1 hoodie)

Bonus!

after you about going to sleep he say something to your ears. you didn't hear what he say but you hear last thing he say

Naib: you're mine forever. And if someone going to steal you away from me

I will kill them.

Im sorry if this cringe🥲

And

Thank you so much for request this!

I hope you guys all have wonderful day and thank you sooo much. we hit 100 likes guys! Thank you so much for your support😭🥳♥♥♥

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