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content warning — nsfw (lewd), porn with plot, forcas x fallen angel reader, dom forcas sub reader, on the wall sex, breeding, cumming untouched, kind of clothed sex?

author's note — cutie patootie,,,, i should breed hi- sorry. also holy shit i have like over a hundred followers now? thank you...??.???? i appreciate it really but all i do is die

summary — forcas had to go down to the church to protect the souls, but was then distracted because of you

"..(reader)." forcas growled, his eye twitches in annoyance at the sight of your appearance, you were here to bother him again, as always. you would always manifest within the church, your tail and wings twitches minutely as you look up at your favorite guardian angel.

"eugh, forcas, dear, don't frown like that, it'll give you more wrinkles." you purr, flashing a smug smile and winking at him. forcas' eyebrow arched at your comment, he couldn't help but let out a hum, crossing his arms.

he knew you loved to push his buttons, but he also couldn't deny how captivating your smile is, his wings flutter in agitation, eyeing you. "and i thought you were supposed to be in hell, (reader)." he says, trying to hide the flustered tone in his voice. "what are you doing here anyway, looking for souls to corrupt?"

your tail swung side to side, smiling widely at forcas, your fangs visible. "eeeh, something like that, i think you know why i'm here, i want a vessel, you know..." you lean close to him, you were too close. "besides, that means i could see you more often..."

there was also another reason why you're here again, but you couldn't tell forcas. you're always at this specific church to see forcas himself, you couldn't help but be head over heels with him, even before you turned into a fallen.

forcas' eye widen from your closeness and words, his face flushing, he could feel his body slightly trembling, he had to remind himself that you're an enemy now, a fallen who sought to corrupt the innocent.

"a vessel?" he repeated, trying to sound uninterested. "well, I hope you don't have your eyes set on anyone here, they're all under my protection." he crossed his arms again, trying to seem imposing.

however, the way you smirked, you know that it has some sort of effect on forcas, making him clench his fists. "you.. you can't just come here, and take someone you like." he snarls, trying to regain his composure, his eye narrowing.

"i'll protect them, even if it means i have to fight you."

your grin widens at his words, tilting your head oh-so innocently. "would you really do that, now?" you ask, giving him a playful pout, like you're guilt tripping him.

forcas could feel his chest tightening up at your actions, you were playing with his weak spot, he knows it. but he still couldn't help but feel slightly saddened about it. he had sworn to protect these people, and he has grown fond of them.

he can't let you see his vulnerability, though. his lips tightened, staring straight ahead, daring to not meet your gaze. "i'm not the one to back down from my duty, (reader)..."

"oh, come on... why are you even guarding this church? is big boss getting tired of angels running around in his place or something?" you quirk an eyebrow at him, grinning, your canines visible.

forcas' wings twitched in irritation, you were pushing his buttons, and it was infuriating. "i'm not here because of 'big boss upstairs'." he snapped at you, voice rising as you look at him in amusement.

he takes a deep breath, calming himself. "i'm here because i care about these people, and i'll do everything in my power to protect them from demons like you." his eyes narrowed, voice softening. "perhaps you can find another church to plague, one that doesn't have a guardian angel to interfere with your plans..."

your eye twitched at that, you went here specifically for a reason, you wanted to see forcas again. you loved him, and still do, you'd do anything to see his pretty face again. he's just so adorable that it irritates you.

"come on..." you walk closer to him, placing a hand on his chest. "i'm already here, your suggestion's a waste of time." you croon, eyes softening while you look at forcas, admiring the guardian angel's beauty.

"you're not helping your case." he mutters, god, you were too close, the heat from your touch intoxicating, he swallows thickly, trying to ignore the warmth spreading throughout his body. he glanced at your hand placed on his chest, he wanted nothing more but to press his lips against yours in that very moment.

his wings twitches at his thoughts, wanting to push them away and bury them. "just.. go. leave these people alone, or I'll make sure you regret it." he threatens you, scowling, his tone was steady but thick with unspoken desire. he was torn between his duty to protect and the undeniable pull towards you, the only one who seemed to understand the depths of his feelings.

"..fooorcaaaas...~" you coo, your other hand going to his jaw, caressing it lightly, you could feel forcas melting into your touch almost immediately, it was amusing... his eye met yours, and he could hardly breathe, your touch was just electrifying, sending shivers down his spine.

"i won't let you hurt them..." his voice trembles, the scent of your sinful aura wafted around you two, mingling with the sweet scent of incense from the church. it was a potent combination that left him feeling lightheaded.

forcas knew he shouldn't, but in that moment, he couldn't resist the allure of you. he closed his eyes, allowing himself to be captivated by the fallen angel's touch. "but... if you're going to stick around," he murmured, the words barely escaping his lips, "i guess I'll have to make sure you won't get bored."

"atta boy..." you giggle before pausing, thinking for a moment. "fine, here's the deal, I don't use anyone as a vessel, but I stay here, and you entertain me, hm?"

forcas' heart raced, feeling a mix of excitement and dread. he gulped, his mind racing with possibilities. "you... you promise not to corrupt anyone?" he asked, his voice still shaky. a part of him worried for the people under his protection, but another part of him couldn't help but be tempted by the idea of spending more time with you. he thought for another moment, before nodding.

"if you keep your word, we have a deal."

and there you are, pinned against the church's wall, getting absolutely wrecked by your beloved angel, your legs locked with forcas' waist as you yelp, your wings stretching out, feeling forcas' dick explore the deepest parts of you. "i really.. didn't expect- this kind of entertainment..! hhaah..."

"well, it is distracting you, right?" forcas muttered against your ear with a smirk on his face, but you couldn't say a word, your own cock leaking with precum and smearing your abdomen with it. "would ya look at that.. you're leaking already?" you scoff at his teasing, if he weren't fucking you right now, you'd kill him

you let out a gasp, throwing your head back as forcas finally found that one specific spot that'll have you writhe and gasp, your reaction making forcas hum. "found it..?" he grunts, before quickening his pace, your hands on his back starts digging its fingernails on his clothes (technically, it's his skin...).

you chanted his name like a prayer, as ironic as it sounds, you could feel yourself getting closer, the heat in your abdomen worsening. forcas, on the other hand, was close too, but it wasn't guaranteed he'll climax with you.

"i'm so fucking close- holy shit, f-forcas..!" you managed to let out those words, clawing on his back as your shaft shoots ropes of cum all over yourself and forcas. forcas didn't stop though, trying to chase his own release.

the overstimulation was too much, your eyes threatening to spill tears, your toes curling inside your footwear, you were a moaning and drooling mess, and it was all because of forcas, and shit, was this hot.

the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the church, forcas' grunts and groans grew louder as one of his hands let go of your hips, going to your dick, stroking it back to life. your breath hitches, moans turning into sobs and cries, hiccuping, it was too much, yet you loved it, you loved how intense it is.

you felt forcas slam inside you one last time, cumming inside you and painting your insides white, sealing the deal for you, you came once again, squirting your cum all over yourself and the guardian angel again while panting.

"fuck... i didn't expect you to be.. rough with me." you let out a weak chuckle as he smirks, placing a kiss on your lips. "sorry.. couldn't help it."

"well, hey, since we have a deal now, we should do this every time."

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Hellaur again……….would it be perchance be alright if i asked for a fic……mayhaps……. william with a s/o gn reader who owns a bunny………i don’t know if you write for him so if not then maybe kevin or jose🤔🤔

It’s fine! I write for mostly everyone! Enjoy <3 also keep sneaking Norton into my writing because I’m trying to main him better…

Kevin, William, and Norton with a reader who owns a bunny!

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Kevin

Kevin acts like it’s your kid!

He makes sure it’s fed/taken care of for you if you’re sick and unable too.

He dedicates his evenings to spending time with BOTH of you

He brings two roses for his two favorite people ❤︎

Date nights into the garden sometimes entail your little friend coming along.

He loves to snuggle with you and wake up with your bunny on his side. Since it never fails to make him laugh.

William

I’m pretty sure he’s had a bunny at some point in his life.

OMG HIS ONE SKIN? “LAZY MR BUNNY” I THINK ITS CALLED?? SO CUTE!!

He definitely wears that skin a lot when he sleeps over since it’s basically pjs.

He likes to say that him and your rabbit are matching.

He’ll whisper random things to it mixed in with loving words.

“Why do you look like you ate cement in a past life? But you’re so cute, I get why ___ loves you so much.”

Sometimes while he’s waiting for you to return to your room, you’ll find him sleeping on your bed with your bunny on his chest, both passed out.

He knows how to take care of a bunny so he’ll help you out <3

Norton

He thought it was a stuffed animal at first and kinda laughed at you until he picked it up and it started moving which freaked him out.

Refuses to ever talk about that incident again.

Will ask you subtly to teach him how to take care of your pet.

He wants to be a good boyfriend, since he knows he’s got some flaws.

Norton multiple times as woken up to your bunny sitting on his face almost suffocating him.

Will whine about it and it becomes a full on one sided war between him and the pet.

He believes it’s fucking with him only when you’re not looking.

Can’t prove it so he refuses to sleep over in your room where it can roam free.

Date nights and sleepovers are always in his room or away from yours.

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[sweetcherry-exe]

Hi! This is abit more of a darker/triggering ask so if it makes you uncomfortable thats 100% ok and u can skip this! but i was wondering if you could write antonio (idv) comfort fic with a reader whos struggling with sh or trya recover from it Please! Have a good day/night! ♡

“The knife isn’t always the best option.”

Contains; Self harm; bullying, comfort, sensitive topics; Antonio; Naib; Norton; Alva; and Victor;

Alva's can be platonic or romantic.

Key; Anima mia=my soul

You were doing so well, but bottled up emotions shatter easily during stressful times. When your loving boyfriend realizes you’ve started again, he’s heartbroken yet nonetheless supportive.

Antonio

He would refuse to leave your side after it comes to light that you’re hurting yourself again.

He loves you a lot and losing you is out of the question.

Antonio knows exactly what to do in these situations, since I feel like he’s either gone through this before on his own or with someone else.

Antonio had you in his arms while sobbed on the floor. A discarded knife tinged red and a clear reminder of your failures.

“It’s alright, Anima mia. You’re not alone, and you’re not in trouble. I’ve got you, everything will be okay. This will pass.” He reassured you, making small circles on your back, and gently kissing your head.

His words only made you cry harder, you wanted to stop feeling guilty. You just wanted to stop letting him find you this way.

Maybe if weren’t such a disappointment you’d be able to do the simplest thing.

Antonio knew what was probably going through your head at that moment and smiled, “Do you know how proud I am of you? My love, you never fail to impress me. I look up to you in some aspects, and you give me a reason to wake up in the morning. It’s a feat very few can achieve. Let me take care of you for tonight at the very least, I’ll grab us dinner and run us a bath. How does that sound?”

You nodded and turned your head away from the blade that just seemed to taunt you. Instead opting for staring at his shirt in shame.

Naib

He keeps a close eye on you 24/7

You’re always being monitored, even if it’s extremely subtle or obvious.

You’re the main reason why he wakes up in the morning.

Naib refuses to lose you.

“Put.. Put the knife down,___” naib carefully inched towards you like you were a wounded animal. He didn’t want to startle you and make the situation worse.

The knife shook in your unsteady hands, as you fought to make a decision, but ultimately dropped it anyways. Letting it clatter to the floor.

He quickly rushed to your side after it dropped, checking for any injuries. When he didn’t find any, Naib brushed some hair out of your face, resting his forehead against yours. “You can’t keep scaring me like this. What happens if you do go through with it? You’d really leave me all alone?”

“I don’t know.” You mumbled, at least you were being honest.

Norton

He already worry’s about you, probably more than he should, so this is just adding on.

He makes sure you share a room after the first time he witnesses one of your breakdowns.

It’s not that he believes you can’t take care of yourself, he just doesn’t want you to burn yourself out.

At night he’ll always wait for you to sleep first, and he watches you fondly or sadly, depending what occurred that day.

Norton and you had a rough day. It started with shitty matches, then rude teammates, and then a small argument between yourselves.

The reminder of it made him sigh. Finally after confirming you fell asleep he’d shift to spoon you. Taking his hand to gently run up and down your arms, being mindful of the scars that he learned to love.

“If only you knew how much I need you in my life, ___. I’m not good with words, but fuck, I love you so much.” He whispered to you, placing a kiss on the back of your head.

Alva

He’s more in tune with your emotions than yourself.

He understands that things can get hard, and doesn’t let it define you.

He wants to see you flourish, he is a mentor after all.

Alva will stay up with you until you fall asleep in case you’re afraid you might do something you’ll regret.

He also doesn’t mind cleaning your wounds, of course it makes him sad, devastated really, but it’s you, and he’d do anything for you.

Romantic;

Alva kisses away your tears, as he reassures you, your loved.

He makes sure that you bathed, and washes your hair for you.

He’ll hold you at night as well, letting you hide in his chest.

“It’s alright my dear, I’ve cleaned up all the blood, you can look now.” Alva says, and you finally open your teary eyes. Seeing him bandage up the last bit of your legs.

“Next time you feel this urge, or even feel upset, come find me. My door is always open to you.” It comes out firm but gentle, like he genuinely cares. Something no one has showed in this awful place a lot.

Your about to open your mouth but he shuts it down, knowing what your about to say, “No, you are not a bother, No I don’t care how late it is, and yes I do care about you. I love you, and it pains me to see you like this.”

“Alva, I can’t do this to you what happens if-”

“Then we’ll figure it out together. You and me.”

Victor

He cried the first time you came too his door bleeding.

Wick was right there next to you both nudging at your leg as he bandaged your stomach.

He couldn’t come to terms with the fact that he could lose you either from the games or by your own hands.

It pained him deeply when he find used razor blades in your trashcan or a hidden knife under your bed.

He wrote you a letter a couple times begging you to talk to him.

Pouring his heart out to you that he needs you and loves you deeply.

On occasion Victor would knock on your door late at night wondering if he could sleep with you when his paranoia got too much.

A knock; then two more.

It was around 11pm and Victor had shown up again holding his pillow in one arm and wick in the other.

“Couldn’t sleep again?” You said lowly, since other people lived on your floor too.

He nodded and walked inside, setting wick down on the end of the bed.

“Do.. you mind if you hold me? I miss you, and I’m scared.” It was barely audible but you heard it. He could talk, sometimes, only when he felt it was necessary. So it wasn’t too much of a surprise when he said this.

“Yeah, come on.” You ushered him to get into bed. Slipping in next to him and letting his head rest on your chest.

You felt his shaky and nervous fingers trace patterns over your scars. Delicately memorizing each and every one.

You didn’t mind, because you trusted him.

But deep down, it hurt you inside that you were causing him this pain. This worry.

I finally did it! I posted.

I’m hoping to post more soon

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Penance

Based on a request

I want to thank my friend for helping me with this fic and listening to me ramble lol

Rated: Explicit | Warnings: occult, Lovecraftian themes, dark-ish, sadism/masochism themes, flogging

Many do not understand the weight of being a faithful and discreet slave to a Divine Force, to an omnipotent God; the Great Old Ones are demanding but they reward loyalty and unyielding faith. Their motives are a mystery, their voices echoing riddles, yet they have those like you who follow their will without question. The Great Old Ones slumber, the Reverend Patriarch says, when the time has come we of faith will ascend like children answering the call of a parent. The Reverend Matriarch told you that the path of faith is difficult, unknowing to us, and at times confusing; we are lambs being guided by an unseen shepherd but we must follow no matter where it takes us. It is written in the notes of a man who touched the slither of the Great Old Ones’ minds. They hold the answers to ‘all that was occurring in the universe’. They live yet are not alive. They can be seen or rather felt when the stars are aligned and the houses rise and fall in sync.

It is your path to accept and go where the invitation to the manor is your test, the Reverend Ones believe you as their child, one touched by a Great Old One, was chosen to see what the Baron of the Oletus Manor.

And you are tested in every match and every interaction.

You try to keep track of how long you have been here, but there is no telling time, no defined way to count. Is it like time is frozen, or is it in a loop? There are nights you stand in the dark of the dormitory halls and sense the force shielding the manor. It is not one you recognize, but you know it is young, hungry, and curious. Then it pulls away as if you scared it.

You try to contact it despite the one titled Priestess advising you not to seek something you do not understand. It makes you chuckle given she is a worshipper of Yog-Sothoth yet has only scratched the surface of his divine power. A young branch of the Gods, Outer Gods, you know as the notes of the first devouts and sacred texts of dreamers who projected themselves to the first home of the Great Ones, Mount Ngranek.

You are the most abnormal of the two who are connected to the Gods of Old, of the Outer, and of the New; you are the one most of the other survivors are uncomfortable around. They fear the unknown though many of them are touched by the forces they cannot understand. You do not speak about your faith with the other survivors though Eli is curious and Fiona senses your soul is touched by something very Old— Older than Hastur and Yidra. But you are not going to preach as it is not your place as a lamb nor do the Reverend Ones allow the preaching of the Great Old Ones. If the person is chosen then they will seek out their kin.

But you find it is different with the ones who follow the Eye of Darkness.

Darkness is a product of the union between Azathoth and Shub-Niggurath, a mysterious one that lacks a proper name. The symbol of it being an eye and a cat is taken note of as this is new information. Along with it having followers, the two are part of the church while the decoder clearly has been touched yet the Hermit does not recruit him? Strange, you do not interfere.

The longer you are here, new arrivals coming in with connections to the ones who are here first or some with no ties to this place, you can know the young entity is joyful. Loneliness? You try to find spots in the manor where the veil, as some will call it, is thin; a crack within the mirror to push against. This is how you found Miss Nightingale, a bird woman who is deeply connected to the manor.

She tells you when the time is right you will have your answers, the Baron will keep this promise.

So the matches go on, the survivors and hunters play their parts, and you find yourself finding an odd understanding with the one called Herald or as many call her here Disciple, the cat did not like you at first during the first match ever you had with her.

Perhaps it sensed the blessing of kin on you? You are curious about it as it is in you.

No one worships the slumbering Old Ones as the Eldest of the Old Ones is frightening and when summoned to this plane of existence only disaster follows. This is known, and it is not what your brothers and sisters want; no, faith and patience are what is given until their awakening. 

The Hermit only becomes aware of seeking you out when the cat, Apostle, keeps slipping between the boundaries of the hunter and survivor side of the manor to stay in your room. It is disruptive and he was lucky you were not in your room when he got the cat.

Until you were there and greeted him at your door, the cat rubbing and walking around your legs.

“Father Alva,” You are the only person to address him in such a manner outside of those within the church of the Eye of Darkness, “Good evening.”

“Good evening, (Name),” He is tall compared to your doorway, “It was not my intention to dispute your evening routine, but a certain cat decided to play cat and mouse at an inappropriate time.” Knowing the avatar hates to be called a cat by Alva, it is just rude!

“Hah,” You bent over and picked up the cat that made a ‘mew’ sound as if it was disappointing you were not going to fight to keep it, “He was no problem here, in fact, he was very insightful on who I should speak about… Well, private religious matters.” Your hand stroking its head causing it to purr.

To say this is the start of a blooming relationship like many have in the manor would be… Saying you became friends with him, which is not the case.

Alva and your faith clash, he is a shepherd and you the lamb, it is in his nature to try to guide what he believes to be a lost lamb into his flock.

You are a lamb but you are not lost, you have a flock but the Great Old Ones have laid out a path for you to follow; he does not see it nor is it for him to see.

Alva a temptation, the one who tries to use this scepter like a shepherd's crook to catch you.

“My faith remains. They have guided me, my path is as clear as they deem necessary.”

Your words hold the weight of truth, but there are nights when you wonder who in the Dreamland wants to indulge in fantasies and sinful pleasures with the Hermit. Lust is nothing to be ashamed of and some use it as an act of worship, however, you feel guilty.

He is a temptation, questions you with his arrogance, and yet he talks to you as if he is the mentor and you the student.

Praying helps but it is not the way of seeking to rid yourself of wild thoughts.

It has been some time since you have done this without assistance; a Reverend One would be here to oversee this and a kin member would be behind you to lash you.

Though this is not the ideal place to commit the act, it is sacred ground and you know the original present that once graced this place is long gone. The cat being here during matches is proof of that, a hollow husk of a place of worship.

You begin placing the materials on the ground. First, you place a covering over the podium—a long black simmering sheet—to symbolize the vastness of space. Next, you remove your robe and place it beside you an arm's length away. Then, you place a wooden box with the symbol of your church on it, then open it to reveal the velveteen fabric inside and the tool of your penance.

You kneel on steps, an arm up gripping the top of the podium, the other hand grabbing the flogger. It has metal tips that will scratch into your skin, pain is a gift and reminder. You lightly tap it on your back, to caress yourself with a familiar object.

The first strike does not as you did it wrong, so you do it again causing you to gasp in pain. Again.

This is not easy without any assistance but you keep going nonetheless.

Over and over, the pain is sharp and there are marks of bruising and welts forming; each side of your upper back is marked and the tears you shed are held back as much as possible.

"Ah!" The next hit hurts causing you to stop and tremble in pain, a sharp inhale of air before the hissing as the cold air is touching the broken flesh wounds. Thoughts of the Eye of Darkness priest still plague you as you swear you can smell him. Burning incense, the faint hint of bathing soap, and the neutral clean scent of medicine. 

The baritone voice coming from behind you only a few steps away snaps you out of thoughts of how mad you feel, "Your devotion is admirable," The undeniable reality of Father being here, like a man of faith who walks into a confessional, you dare not turn your body around towards him.

The Hermit is here because there is peace in the Red Church, odd as that sounds given his faith lies in what the church will say is the enemy— Fools, all of them.

The cries of someone in pain echo within the church, the slapping of something on the skin.

When he enters he sees you kneeling in front of the altar, the top part of your robes off and neatly folding away from you; the thing he heard slapping skin is a flogger... A part of him was mortified to leave cuts on your back, yet true to his word about admiring your devotion to the Old Gods who will never answer your prayer. 

They are silent, long ago to the aether, however, you debate him and hold firmly to your faith. Always reminding him of the young God he worships, a child compared to the God who has marked your soul.

Apostle, the avatar of the Eye of Darkness, confirms it though it wants your faith. You are special, in what way is unknown. If the feline was here in its usual spot on the podium (it seems, it must have decided to return to Disciple's side for her match).

The podium is covered by a black veil shimmering in the low light, the aura around it is both foreign and familiar. Likely be part of this ritual. 

You look over your shoulder at him. "My flesh is only a canvas—A vessel to exercise my worship and hold my faith within.” Speaking with conviction though your voice trembles from the pain, “This is expected."

"Very well," Walking in long strides to be closer behind you, careful of the blood around the floor. "Confessing to the air and seeking atonement through self-inflicted torture." Those golden cat eyes are on you with his head high as he looks down upon you. "There would be a high priest to administer this..." Gesturing to your position, “Correct?” The marks are uneven on your back and your grip on the flogger is not as strong likely from getting tired and the pain.

"Yes," Looking at the podium. "If you will excuse me—"

"Allow me."

You stopped mid-swing, so it didn't connect yet. You looked up at him, "Why?"

Why indeed.

“One cannot help to admire,” You feel the cold scepter press upon your back, blood dripping onto the metal as he presses on open cuts; the pain moans you let out causing him to draw back his scepter. “If only you…” Alva stopped himself from starting a disagreement, “Such dedication to your faith should be praised.”

“But… Why help me?” You feel vulnerable like this kneeling on the steps of this church, him placing the scepter on top of the podium. 

There is an indulgence drive of greed in the self-inflicted atonement that could be considered blasphemous.

That is all he is thinking as he takes the modified device from your shaking hand. He admires your determination and only wishes to help you in your devotion. It has nothing to do with the soft lines of your body with the deep-set marks... nothing to do with your flushed face glistening with sweat. Your parted lips are swollen and trembling from biting back your cries.

"Because it is my duty."

The Hermit is the shepherd and though you are a claimed lamb, he cannot help but offer a hand to ease your journey. His God does not disapprove, it knows you well and your master well enough not to push. For pushing will only drive the lamb to flee, the conflict on your face telling him to ease you into the idea. The way you go tense as lukewarm leather and metals dance up and down your back, the inhale and exhale as your eyes close before they open. They are alert as you glimpse into the darkness of the fabric in front of you, and then he sees you sit up adjusting your position like the one you had before your body was too weak to keep it up.

“Father,” Gripping the top of the podium, “Your duties are obligational to another, however, it is kin to the Old Gods thus they are permitting you to blend our goals.”

“Pray tell me what goals do you believe I have?”

“That has not been revealed to me, Father.” This is true, you can only see as far as they allow, and as far as your human mind can handle, “Only stop when I say so.” Informing him.

In the matches Alva has had the pleasure of you being in, pain does not hindrance for you but rather empowers you. Faster movements, healing not quite as fast as others, but you can take their pain and feel into yourself. A masochist is what they call you, but the scars on your back say this is your belief and the power given in return. He will follow your words as the first strike has your crying out, words of prayer in a language he cannot decipher. It matches no human language.

Another hit, you refuse to fall. Another hit. Then another,

Though you know his strikes are no less harsh than your own the endorphins rushing through your body make the harsh sting of the leather and metal arc down your spine in strangely warm waves. The fabric beneath your fingertips feels soothingly cool to the touch. 

You take it as a sure sign of your God's approval albeit you feel strangely guilty for it. To need assistance from one such as him feels like a test of faith you've not been taught how to navigate and as the warmth spreads through your body you find yourself gripping the podium tighter as the thought flits through your mind

Is this a test... or an outright trap?

"I will not feign that I know the heart of your God, but if you truly believe in that shared kinship then perhaps this is intended." His voice didn't waver but he couldn't stop the softest of grins to curl the corner of his lip. Your shiver was subtle but he knew he had struck a chord.

He let the leather tresses of the flogger go lax against your back for a moment, the gentle caress only bringing more awareness to the tight and throbbing welts making you bite your lip again to steady your breath. 

"To what end?" You thought you had it but your voice wavered slightly.

His grin deepened as he slowly traced the tails back up. The cold metal scratches against your flesh and draws another harsher shiver from you.

"Perhaps some mutually glorious purpose." He flicked his wrist suddenly drawing the full shock of the device across the one relatively unmarred patch of your back. Your sharp yelp echoed through the abandoned church, the passionate echo dancing across the stone a litany that made his breath catch in his own chest.

You fell forward slightly, clinging desperately to the podium to not fall. His words made sense.

Why else would your God allow him here in this most intimate of devotions?

Alva keeps going until there is more blood on the floor and his shoes; stopping when you collapse, still conscious and able to move enough to try to pull yourself up, “(Name)—” Has he found your limit?

“W-why did you stop?” Upset as if you did not nearly pass out because you did not tell him to stop, “My thoughts are still tainted.” Panting as you get yourself back up as if you have a second wind kicking in to keep going.

“This is ineffective.” Dropping the bloodied flogger, “If your thoughts are truly sullied then we are using my method.”

“Y-your method?” Lying on the floor confused then making an indigent sound when he picks you up far enough to have your legs dangling from the floor, a reminder the hunter has supernatural strength. “Father Alva what are you…!?”

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Okay so the new Eli skin has me in a chokehold like omg omg

Rated: Explicit | Warnings: Deity-ish x reader

Many offerings are given to the Prophet, but he only accepts them when his Goddess tells him to. He is gracious and praises each of the offerings and says a prayer for each follower. It is not something he will say out loud but he has favorites when it comes to the offerings. The gifts you present to the Prophet of Yore are humble, others give offerings of the materialistic sort. The finery of mortal living or a sacrifice in the Goddess’ name, he prefers your gifts.

The Goddess has teased him about such things, and though Eli has ascended, his heart still loves the simple things of mortal lives.

You offer him food, fresh and made with love. He likes the foods you give him and the request of a humble prayer to keep love and patience in your heart.

"Stay for awhile, lamb,” Eli calls upon you as you return from working the fields to retrieve your dishes. They were made by your father, a carpenter— Such humble beginnings.

"Your Worship," Bowing to him, "I can't stay." keeping your head down, "I haven't completed my chores and the fields need to be looked over before supper."

"Is there no time for rest?" A gentle voice of worry asks. "Please, come rest beside me." He gestures to an empty spot by his throne. "Come." And you know better than to turn him down again. You sit yourself beside his throne, nervous. You gasp internally when his hand touches your head.

Petting you affectionately as you wonder if he can sense your heavy fatigue.

“Shh, rest now. All will be well after you rest.”

You yawn as your eyes feel heavy, you nuzzle his leg before slumber takes you.

The next time you are in the temple, the Prophet of Yore smiles at you. In private, he reaches his hand out to you as his legs part which you step in between before going onto your knees. You lean into his palm as he lifts his thin silk robes. It has become a sight for you to see his cock in front of you, twitching when you kiss the tip then taking the flaccid cock into your mouth.

“Pace yourself,” Watching as you are sucking him off. His cock grows hard within your mouth until you draw back to see it hard and wet with your saliva and his precum. “Such dedication, from our lamb.” The fondness in his voice has you melting as you glance away shyly.

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Taming Of The Princess

Ao3 cross post

Rated: Explicit | brat taming, brat!reader, fem!reader, dubcon to con, foot fetishist (its minor) (like the good Victorian man who worships you)

it's writing month! and this 3k im crying

Richard has a measure of pride when it comes to playing his role seamlessly. Flawless charming, making himself appear as a humble knight to the lovely ladies of the manor. Oh, he does not forget about men, he is quite equal when it comes to honeyed words, subtle glances, and maybe a few smiles too.

You do not like him.

Lucky Guy and you are from the same century, but you are years further ahead than him. You two are inseparable and quite bold with one another (it said the social norms in your time changed). You hug each other, playfully flirt with each other, and then there is the way you both dress.

The maid dress was at least knee length, but your attire… What was the Lady Nightingale thinking? Your body just displayed so shameless, the way your hips swayed and the collar on your neck begging him to just grab you.

A foul temptress you are to hate him and tease him.

“What the fuck, Dick!” Post-match arguments, “I told you not to go near me!” They happen to everyone, it is nothing new.

“Richard,” Correcting you, “And you were at critical, decoder. My rescue was perfect, it was your primed cipher that was lacking.”

Victor left the match dining room while Naib Subedar watched, he usually does so if anyone gets physical he can put a stop to it before it becomes a fight.

“What!? My cipher was primed when I pinged it. By the time you got Victor, Naiad abnormal it.”

“Then there is no fault—”

“No, you fucked up! You should've left me and popped the damn thing.” You say.

“The match was a loss, (Name).” Naib Subedar cuts him the second he sees your hand ball up into a fist, and slips his hand over yours, “Enough, go.” Stern, you know he wants you to go cool off.

“... Fine.” You still are side-eyeing Richard but you back up from being in his personal space to yell at him. You walk away out of the room.

“That was easier than usual.” Naib Subedar says with his back to Richard then going over to the dining table before pulling back his hood and leading on the table with his hands. Exhaustion clear in his mannerisms and tired sigh, “Don't hold it against her, Naiad has been more of a problem with how frequent being matched with her is becoming.”

Naiad; Richard has some difficulties with her when he does get put into a match with her. Most of Richard’s matches though have been with Nightmare, Fool’s Gold, and often of late Night Watch.

It is a bit arrogant of him but he likes going against the Night Watch, predictable and one who does not relent in trying to take down the knight.

“Ah, well,” Naib Subedar stretches out his back before heading out, “You should go rest before your next match.” Then the knight is left alone.

Richard is learning there is a pecking order here, an unspoken chain of command and seniority. He has no intention of playing lone wolf or trying to seem like a leader, he is a simple knight in shining armor when necessary.

Florian is interesting with his hero complex, perhaps he will be interesting to speak with about the manor.

Richard's charms have already gained him a few admirers among the ladies, a few of the male admirers too because of his feminine beauty.

Two weeks here and he has found himself enjoying himself, though your behavior towards him— Particularly the nickname is bothersome. It is terribly childish yet your guarded demeanor has been brought up twice during gatherings.

You, a quote from a day ago, “Don't trust pretty boys.” 

Laughable given you were in the smoking room talking to Luca about how beautiful Joseph is with and without clothes on.

The mistrust towards him is fine, amusing when others think you are paranoid.

It is not amusing as weeks go by and he finds himself cracking at the seams when you keep pushing and pushing. And then you pushed the knight too far his true color came out… Not that anyone could fault him given the events leading up to it. 

He left the match only after you were downed and you pinged that you would take the dungeon. Perhaps you should not have tested him, or maybe you should have not teased him with backhanded flirting.

Either way, the knight has a plan to deal with your behavior.

"Finally, silence," The sigh from the knight is exaggerated as he looks over his results. It took some time and being a step of you, a cunning little crow— But the fox is far more cunning.

You glare at him as your wrists are tied behind your back and are kneeling, and rope biting around your breasts as he had tied two separate pieces of room to bind your arms in place. The cloth gag was a last-minute choice as you would not shut up, he should have expected that.

"I suppose we can work on your mouth later."

Richard has you in the supply closet in the kitchens, far from the others. He has his advantage and will be using it.

"Cute." Eyeing your bedtime attire, "To think under all that uncouth behavior and improper dressing, there is a fair maiden underneath."

You struggle against your binds, you hiss as the rope keeps your legs folded biting into your skin.

"I understand you enjoy pain but I advise you not to writhe too much... Not yet." A smirk on his face was highlighted by the candelabrum in his hand.

He kneels, his gauntlet hand reaching out tracing your cheek and chin with the back of his finger, eyes admiring the beauty before him. "Cold?"

You are flustered as your nipples are perky and showing due to no bra and the nightgown is revealed by your open robe.

"Fret not, I shall provide the warmth and succor you need, dear maiden.”

The sharp metal is maneuvered with skill and expertise, you whimper with your eyes squeezing shut as his finger moves from your face. Sliding down your throat, collarbone, and reaching the top of your breast. He tugs the front of your robe to further reveal your covered breast, a smirk on his face as he teases by tracing around your nipple. You try moving but you are stuck in place because of the pipe where you can hear water flowing up.

"You once said any girl would want a knight," His voice is so calm as he pinches your nipple and tugs a bit, "I had not realized my wild little crow was a lonely princess in disguise."

You turn your head away as he toys with your nipple causing it to become harder and sore.

"You had to only request my service, my dear lady." His other hand gives your ignored other breast the same treatment with his bare hand. Not much of a difference as both sensations have you struggling not to moan.

"Such a guarded heart. A princess must protect herself when she is alone."

Your back arches towards him by reflex when he leans down enough for his hot breath to caress your nipple through the nightgown.

"You are no longer alone. I am here.”

You are going to kill him, maim him, shove a damn halberd up his knightly persona ass!

The shift to having you on his lap had you struggle then you felt his bulge from his hardening cock within those tight pants, it just had to brush against your crotch. You shiver as his mouth is on your breast, taking your nipple into his mouth even with the fake silk-like fabric. There you moaned as he made sure to be cruel and abuse your breasts to have you rocking your hips for attention elsewhere.

"Oh, how beautiful you are," He guides you to keep rocking your hips, to keep grinding on his cock and staining his pants with your dripping cunt. He grins as he knows your face hidden in the shadows is simply lovely. The pained expression as pleasure captures you without its claws.

He raises your nightgown to your waist then tucks the sides into the rope and does the same with the back.

"Naughty. Quite the lingerie to be wearing, princess."

"Fump humt!" You try back talking which gets you a slap on your exposed ass cheek by his gauntlet. You cried out in pain.

"Behave, though I serve you, you will not disrespect your knight."

You nod as if apologetically.

"Good girl." Kissing your nose, "Now, let me lay you down."

You are untied from the pipe but still helpless and now you are on the floor with wide-open legs.

Princess. The shit you do not call yourself because you are too grown for that!— Plus, you prefer being called kitten or pup, some hot and degrading when you are in the mood. Yet, from him, it sounds like a perfect fit.

You gasp as you feel his metal finger rub up and down your cunt, your partially lace panties captured his fancy. You are wet, and can't be helped with what he is doing with your breasts, his mouth back on them as he tugged your gown down to free them enough to place hickeys on the top.

You writhe and moan, head turning back and forth, back arching up when he gives more attention to your clit. The barrier of your panties protects you from cold metal but does not save you from his touches.

"That's it, so good for me, princess. It is what I am here for, to satisfy you."

The corner of your eyes builds up tears as the stimulation becomes too much. You won't be able to hold back from cumming.

And you swear he knows!

Knows and stops before you could cum, you were expecting him to then pull out his cock and just fuck you.

Oh, how wrong you are. Your knight is hellbent on ensuring his lesson is taught and understood.

He moves your panties aside before putting two fingers in his mouth to wet them before he cups your pussy. You go stiff when he tries to put two fingers in and then puts the middle finger slowly and carefully. He hushes you, finger wiggles and he groans at the way your velveteen walls are so inviting. Tight and wet, he moves it around a bit more before inserting his index finger, a second to wait for you to relax before moving. Scissoring his fingers to prepare you, enjoying searching for that spot; that spot that has any woman hysterical.

You are squirming more as you feel him searching for your demise, and you get unexpectedly loud when he does.

"Rihmrd!"

"Ah, deep right here." As he touches it again. His thumb is on your clit rubbing circles as he now has you trembling before your fall.

Over and over, just on the edge, he kept fingering you to the edge but never letting you cum.

At this point, you are crying and begging for him to just let you cum. You have forgotten about being mad at him for anything! All you want is mercy to be free of this torture!

"Has the princess learned her lesson, hm?"

You nod your head quickly.

"Understand my patience can be tested but you will reap the consequences, dear one. I can be rewarding and merciless." A dark tone you now realize he used during one of the matches where you went too far to be petty.

"You will cum soon. First, you will provide me with a taste of your nectar."

Anything he wanted he could take it with how you are burning alive with need.

Richard Sterling is a beautiful man, there is no denying that truth. So is Frederick, so is Edgar (when he isn't being an ass), and Joseph (God, he is divine).

And you have had your share of fun with them. Nothing serious, just fun.

But you do not believe this is going to be a temporary one-night stand with Richard. You fear he is going to imprint himself on you, have you crawling back to him, to be his pauper turned into a princess by his word alone.

You hate that! Hate him yet he is between your legs drinking from you while you wish you could pull on his hair— Fucking soft looking hair.

His eyes are sharp on you, locking eyes with him is a mistake as his fingers suddenly start moving at a relentless pace and his mouth is on your clit.

That was your end, seeing the damn constellation of stars with how hard you cum.

You are not going to be able to recover from this, he might have ruined you forever for another. Jerk. Asshole. Damn bastard!

"Gorgeous. Well done, princess." Then he chuckles as your glare is back but your eyes are glossy from crying. "There is no need for that."

You are a mess, hot and bothered, and extremely needy for more.

He kisses his way up to your chest then kisses your chin with the satisfaction of a cat who caught the mouse. "We are not done yet, but you know this. You aren't done either."

You huff at him though you still are floating on cloud nine of your orgasmic high. His hands carefully untied your legs, soothing them and kissing your thigh as he rubbed the numbness you were gaining away. His eyes on your face, your parted lips, your eyes that stare wide-eyed at him like a doe-eyed maiden— Though he believes a siren-eyed maiden caught in a fisherman's net.

“How tempting you are my dearest princess. It is no wonder others are enchanted by you.” His voice is so elegant and sweet in the way you imagine romance novel men sound like.

Perfect, too perfect, you are going to dig yourself further into his trap.

The other leg is untied and given the same care, but then he lifts your leg, and—Your flustered cheek hurts from how hot they are! He tosses off your slipper, his tongue sliding up the bottom of your foot up your big toe, his mouth on it— Sucking on it— before bending your knee to allow him to kiss his way up to your calf.

“Fumk ah!”

Richard attacks your breasts once more, you are helpless and honestly do not want to fight, everything he does has you lost in the ether damn pleasure. His cock is not even inside of you and you want it so badly— So badly you are saying gagged nonsense as he switches from your breasts to your neck and face. He licks your tears away, lips on your cheeks, the dark chuckle as he avoids your sweet lips.

“Shh, now, have I not been patient and merciful with you? Foregoing your reasonable punishment.”

You nod as you just want him to fuck you already.

“Of course, anything for you as you hold my heart, princess.” He rips open your nightgown with his sharp gauntlet. “I will ravish you here, upon your bed, upon mine, anywhere your shameless heart wishes.”

The kiss on your nose has you in tears, well, more tears of frustration and need. He looks at you with affection and false pity.

"Now, my princess," The cloth tugged down to hang around your neck, "Beg with that filthy mouth you like to use to berate your knight."

Oh, you do, with a sobbing cracking voice, you beg for cock. Beg and debase yourself for him to finally fuck you the only way he can possibly could give.

"Good girl." He stands up leaving on the floor looking up at him like a savior promising to soothe your misery.

"On your chest, princess, and show me your ass." Vulgar word coming from him only makes you wetter— If that is possible. You do your best while lying down and rolling over the floor, you cringe at how sticky your breasts are on the cold floor. And pushing your legs under you to display not only your ass but your glossy dripping cunt to the fire.

"Magnificent..." Then he slaps your ass from the bottom near your pussy, "A taste of what you will receive if you test me again, my princess." He enjoys your shout of pain and lust from his firm strike.

You are so happy to hear the unbuttoning of his trousers, to hear his feet moving and the thump of him dropping to his knees. Better is his gauntlet-covered hand grabs a hold of your hair as he rubs his very hard and ready cock between your lower lips, his groan when the tip of his cock catches your twitching hole.

"Richard, please! Please, my knight!" Calling to him. He pulls your hair as his other hand guides him inside the paradise he knows well.

This is the point of no return he wants you, the point where he could do anything and you will take because so long as that quim of yours in full; and he will do anything to you. The last piece of rope is a short-lived mercy as the knight yanks off your robe revealing the deep dip of your nightgown.

The growl at the sight exposing the reality of your nightwear is far more revealing than the current ones of his time, anyone could— Have— Seen you like this.

Your arms are fortunately sore but not numb, your hands scrambling to grab onto anything as he moves at a fast and brutal pace— It hurts yet it is amazing! You cannot shut up, moaning and saying his name, you do not care if anyone passing back hears.

Richard just must not stop, never stop, you say it to beg him to not stop fucking you so damn good.

“That's it, perfect, princess.” Sounding equally as affected by this, by him thrusting into you like a rutting mutt.

“Richard! I'm so ah close!” It is too much yet not enough, “More, everything, please!” Broken sentences of desperation, the laugh behind you as he lays upon your back covering your body. All you feel is him, all you smell is him, all you want is him. His hand goes between your legs, you lose your voice as he rubs your sensitive cilt bringing about your end.

It doesn't stop even with you black out for a second, he keeps going with you on your back and him holding your legs together over his shoulder. He looks so handsome like this; his eyes shine with his fulfilled promise of sin, and his swollen bottom lip from biting down on it, the sweat on his forehead as he gives you everything. You cum once more but now with him, the sensation of his cum filling you up reminds you how grateful you are unable to get pregnant in this cursed manor.

The only good thing about this place, is no more menstrual cycles (though the ovation horniness is still there) and no pregnancies.

You both are out of breath, eyes locked on one another, he doesn't pull out. Richard parts and rests your legs down before kissing you, your legs lock him close as he starts touching you again and you fight to get his clothes off.

Richard finds him enjoying your “bratty” behavior, he gets to see how far you go to get the attention you want from him. It has its time and place, and yes it is childish, but he finds that so long as he has you over his knee— Well, you are inspired to behave for a while.

“Princess.” Kissing your hand as he finds you in the library putting away some of the books you borrowed, “Are you preoccupied at the moment?”

“No, why?” Placing the last book back, “Dick!” He pushed you against the wall-mounted bookshelf with both your hands against the shelf.

“Knight or Richard.”

“No Daddy or my Lord?” Being your usual self, “Is my Lord in a good mood if he is wearing his armor.” Winking at him. You like the Red Knight armor set though it is a pain in the ass to get it all off— Not that you want it off of him immediately!

“He is but her highness should address me as ‘sir’ for I am only her,” Sliding down onto his knees, “Modest knight.” You keep your hands in place as you watch him enjoy the benefits of you wearing a summer dress, one you usually wear to tea with Emma and Melly.

“Here?”

“Here.”

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the way you're carrying the idv x reader tag on your back 🤧 ty for your service

also may i request hcs of naib receiving oral from a gn s/o?

⛓ naib receiving oral hcs . . .

♡ naib loves oral in semi-public spaces where there's a risk of getting caught.

♡ his two favourite positions are you under a table or you two inside of a locker.

♡ while he loves being able to see you, when you're under a table he views it as a test on how well he can keep his cool around others and not let them know what filthy things you're doing to him.

♡ when he wants head he'll ask for you to get under the table to help him 'train', you've never disobeyed him.

♡ he always has the urge to whine and growl, it takes everything in him to not cry out and get caught.

♡ he's clenching the tablecloth till his knuckles turn white and ignoring all the survivors asking if he's okay.

♡ when the dining room clears out and it's just you two left, he slams his fist on the table and lets out the most guttural moans you could imagine, they go straight to between your legs.

♡ during matches he gets so horny watching you work up a sweat.

♡ especially if he sees you healing or decoding with another survivor a little too much, he's got a bit of a jealousy problem.

♡ having you on your knees will surely remind you who you belong to.

♡ he pulls you into a locker and you begin to unbutton his trousers before he even gives you any instructions, you just subconsciously know what to do.

♡ his back is pressed up against the cold metallic walls of the locker, wracking shivers down his spine and causing precum to drizzle from his dick.

♡ you can feel him shivering before you even start.

♡ when the hunter passes by he doesn't want you to cover him up, he begs you to go at the same pace so the hunter can get a show if they open the doors.

♡ he tries to do dirty talk but as long as his dick is in your mouth he can't finish a sentence.

♡ hundreds of variations of "you feel so fucking... hnn, fuck, y/n please,"

♡ when you're in private he isn't shy with his reactions.

♡ everything he does is turned up to 100.

♡ while you suck him dry his head falls back and his thighs shake around your neck, caging you in.

♡ loves grabbing fistfuls of your hair and pulling you closer.

♡ naib's only gentle if you ask him to be gentle, otherwise he'll use you like a toy.

♡ he would like to return the favour, not after the act but during it.

♡ depending on the position you're in, he'd love to get you off with his hands as you blow him.

♡ he wants to hear both of you together and overwhelm you.

♡ when he touches you and feels your licking start to get sloppy he'll scold you and thrust deeper into your mouth as punishment.

♡ if you look up at him through your lashes he'll die.

♡ when you cry he wipes the tears away with a gloved hand then gives you some rough taps on your cheek, you aren't sure if he's trying to slap you or comfort you ?? something in between, naib is naib.

♡ finishes on your face and gives you an appreciative hair ruffle as a way of saying thanks babe, that was fucking amazing.

♡ he's mesmerized by his cum dripping down your chin and onto your chest, it's a picture that'll be burned into his head for a while.

♡ he gets pretty relentless so if your throat hurts after he'll do something to null the pain.

♡ if you're feeling okay afterwards and he's still horny then he's dragging you out to the library for the hardest challenge yet.

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can i request a fic where naib thinks his fem s/o is cheating on him when she isn't, and it leads to... smut perhaps 👉👈

🔪 mister loverman // naib subedar

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it was a usual occurrence for everyone in the manor to become a bag of nerves weeks before the annual ball. hunters and survivors alike were expected to pick a date and a lavish outfit in a short period of time, all while balancing brutal ranked matches and competitive tournaments.

naib wanted to ask you ー he was going to ask you, his one and only love, but he wasn't sure how. if it was up to him he'd casually ask over dinner, but his friends had chided him for his bluntness. eli's advice repeatedly swam through his ears. 'give her the invitation she deserves, not what's easiest for you, naib.' he'd have to think of something romantic, something that would amaze you and leave all the girls jealous.

until then, naib fiddled with his elbow pads at the dining table, eager to get matched up already so he could release all his pent up anger on the battlefield. he was seated between his girlfriend and her new best friend, luca. the two were always up to something and naib would be lying if he said he didn't feel the thorns of jealousy every time he saw the prisoner by your side. luca was an alright guy on his own, but he had no sense of boundaries and got a little too close to you for naib's comfort. platonically holding hands with luca always leaves your boyfriend a disgruntled mess. that should be him with his fingers wrapped around yours.

"hey naib, pass this to y/n for me," luca sneered and a twitching hand passed him a folded up note. he did just that. you passed him a note back, so on and so forth. naib wondered just what they were talking about that couldn't be spoken aloud, were they discussing him?

were they flirting?

no, you wouldn't betray his trust like that. you promised you would stay with naib through thick and thin, there was no chance of you leaving him for luca. he pushed his darker thoughts to the back of his mind when the fourth survivor and hunter joined.

naib was the first survivor to be blasted back to the manor, all because luca kept distracting everyone. making funny faces, trying to convince the hunter to go friendly, all the things naib hated during matches. sure, it was only a quick match, but it wasn't often he got to be matched up with his girlfriend. the urge to protect you always took over his body and made him fight better, this was his chance to shine and luca snuffed it out.

before naib could storm out of the room, two notes crumpled on the floor by the dining table caught his attention. would it be so bad if he read them for himself? seeing an innocent conversation between you and luca would quell all the suspicions that plagued his heart, he thought. naib smoothed out the notes and what he saw shook him to his very core.

'y/n, would you like to be my date for the ball?'

'of course, luca!"

naib's hands began to shake uncontrollably and it took all of his self restraint to not rip the notes into shreds. he fucking loved you. and you did this.

the notes were stuffed into his pockets. he was going to confront you for this and it wasn't going to look pretty. it would hurt to lash out at his girlfriend, who he thought was the love of his life, but if you were so willing to throw everything away for a random newcomer in the manor ... so be it, he would make you regret hurting him. the closer he stomped to your shared dorm, the heavier the weight in his pockets felt. two slips of paper. that was all it took to shatter naib subedar's heart and douse the shards in gasoline.

he couldn't bear to look at the couple photos hung up on the walls. the dishes you made together during a pottery class. the presents you bought each other. your belongings still on the nightstand. he would have to throw all of it out. naib took a seat on the edge of the bed, releasing a ragged breath he didn't know he was holding. his whole face was red and he was shaking with a silent rage. if it wasn't for the damage in his elbows he would have punched a hole through the wall. his girlfriend, his future wife, the love of his life had cheated on him. it still hasn't sunk in yet.

when he heard two pairs of footsteps approach the door, your graceful steps and luca's hobbled footing, naib winced. his nails dug into his thighs as the doorknob turned, and a single tear trickled down his cheek when you bid luca goodbye.

"hi babe! sorry if this is sudden but have you seen my dice? i can't seem to find them anywhere..." your innocent, sweet tone normally made naib's heart swell, but now it was more comparable to his heart being torn in half with rusty pliers. he wanted to lash out at you, to scream and show you just how much pain he was in, but the moment he heard your voice and felt your presence in the room all of his rage subsided. he still loved you.

"why don't you ask luca." his voice had an unrecognizable emotion in it.

"luca? why's that?" he could hear you drop your bags to the floor and approach him. "hey, is everything alright?" you went to place a concerned hand on his shoulder but his quick reflexes allowed him to roughly grip your hand and twist it midair, holding you in place. "huh?! naib stop it, you're hurting me!" he let go when he heard those words fall from your mouth.

"i said. why don't you ask luca." he hissed, venom oozing from every word. it was strange, when the hooded mercenary turned to face you, fear and confusion were apparent in your eyes.. you didn't look like someone who was caught in the act, moreso like someone caught in a misunderstanding. "i found these in the dining room," he fished the notes out of his pockets and placed them in your palm, grabbing your other wrist so the notes would be cupped in your hands. he didn't want to look at them. "care to explain?"

"naib, let me go," your hollow voice flickered above a whisper. you tried to move your hands but they were trapped by his larger ones. the eyes staring daggers into you were so damp, like he was moments away from bursting into tears. he wouldn't budge. "naib... i can explain this if you let me go. i know what you're thinking and i didn't cheat on you,"

his gaze softened and he slowly freed you from his grip. in a heartbeat, you fetched two extra notes from your pockets. laying them out on the bed, they formed a conversation:

'can i ask you something?'

'of course, luca!'

'y/n, would you like to be my date for the ball?'

'i'm sorry, i'm waiting for naib to ask me'

naib reread the notes so many times he may as well have burned holes in them. the tears that fell from his troubled eyes stained the papers and made them even harder to read... he was so furious with his love and she hasn't done anything.

"naib sweetie, it's okay... i would have thought the same thing if i were you," a pang of guilt hit your heart to see the usually strong and fearless naib subedar look so crestfallen, so stripped down and vulnerable. you were all he had and for a moment he thought he lost everything. you crawled into his lap and draped your arms around his shoulders, craning your neck to give him a reassuring kiss. it took a few seconds for naib to react, pecking your lips then pulling away again. he hesitated for a moment before his arms rested on either sides of your waist, it was clear he was afraid to touch you. naib didn't want to hurt you again.

his adam's apple bobbed as he thought of what to say. the words trapped in his throat were begging to spill out but he couldn't think of an adequate way to apologize to you. "i shouldn't have assumed," was all he could sombrely squeeze out, gingerly tugging you close so your rosy face could press against his tearful one. when you kissed again, a thin string of saliva connected your aching lips as he pulled away to speak once more, "i don't want to lose you... m'sorry if i hurt you baby," before you could respond, the hand resting on your waist took hold of your wrist and he kissed it better, making eye contact with you the whole time. his soft kisses trailed all the way to your neck where his hot breath fanned under your jaw. "there's nothin' i could do to make it up for you, is there?"

his words went straight to between your legs. "there is one thing," your teeth met your bottom lip and naib suddenly flipped you onto your back, pinning you down and looming dangerously close to your lips again.

"mm? and what would that be?" he curled his lips to give you a sharklike grin. naib was hungry for you. he clapped his hands onto the sides of your knees and rode them up your thighs until he reached the hem of your skirt. in one swift movement, he hiked the fabric up to your belly to expose your panties. "somethin' like this?" all you could do was nod, your words were caught in your throat. naib hooked his fingers into your undergarments and pulled them straight down, lifting your legs to toss them across the room. your bottom half laid bare in front of him, the man you loved and nearly lost. naib outstretched an arm to place some soft pillows under your hips.

you were on the verge of breaking while he took his sweet time to spread your thighs apart. you squirmed and felt your pussy pulsate for every second that naib wasn't devouring you whole. "naib, please," you mewled, lust pumping through your veins.

your words fell to deaf ears, naib was only focused on the perfect dessert laid out just for him. he was a very primal man ー once something was in his sights, he wasn't letting it go. naib brought his tongue to swipe a stripe up your sopping wet pussy, delving straight in. your body convulsed at the sudden pressure, his hands coming to grip your hips and hold you still. you rutted against his face and he seemed to enjoy the friction from the low drawls of 'good girl' that escaped his lips between flicks of your clit. you weren't sure how long you could last with his head going berserk between your thighs. naib lapped up every drop of juice that spilled from you and licked every inch of your pussy clean, it was as if his life depended on it. to him, it did. he had to go through the agony of thinking you slipped from his grasp. he would never tell you this, but he was working extra hard to bring you to euphoria because he wanted to outdo anything luca could do.

naib knew you were close the moment your thighs squeezed around him and your hands smacked over your eyes to cover them, fingers twitching and wrists tremoring. one final tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves and you were seeing stars, your body giving out in his arms.

"did i do good y/n? please... tell me baby," a whine fell from his lips as he used your slick to lube himself up, the tip of his dick growing red from need.

you were still experiencing the aftershock of your orgasm, heaving and dragging your hands down your face while you quivered. it was hard to form a coherent thought, let alone speak. "yes... i'll never leave you naib, i love you so much," he growled in response, and that was when you knew he was entering a frenzy that nothing could pull him from.

he positioned the head of his cock in front of your entrance and deliciously rubbed himself over your folds for a few good seconds, seizing the opportunity to coil his arms under your back and lift you up so your forehead rubbed against his. he was flush on top of you, getting sweat and drool all over your shirt. "need you so fucking bad," was all he could muster before sheathing himself inside of you, sloppy thrusts following suit. there was no rhythm or rhyme to how he fucked you into oblivion, he was desperate. naib was beautiful above you, his glistening eyes searching yours for any sort of malice to which he found nothing. nothing but adoration. holding you steady with one hand, he reached down to thumb your clit. the sensations had you crying out underneath him and bringing a jagged smile to his lips. he grew more frantic with each thrust, eventually spilling his seed deep within you. the two of you moaned in unison and he laid you down on his chest, still rubbing circles on your clit. he wasn't finished with you just yet, he couldn't pry himself away from you until he stopped being ashamed about his incorrect assumptions of you. he still had no clue how he read his girl so poorly. while he relentlessly fingered you, a lightbulb appeared above his hooded head.

"by the way, how'd you like to go to the ball with me?"

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if ur comfy writing mlm... william with a male s/o? :3c

🏈 william with a male s/o . . .

♡ william is the most chill boyfriend i swear.

♡ he can never keep his hands off you and loves using you as a pillow after an exhausting game.

♡ the size difference between you two.... he's addicted to pressing the palm of his hand against yours to see how big the difference is, his hand is triple the size of yours.

♡ carries you on his shoulders if you don't feel like walking.

♡ still says "no homo" even though you've been dating for months.

♡ brags about his bf to everyone he meets, he has no idea how he scored you and he lets you know all the time how astonished he is.

♡ doesn't have the best memory but he tries okay... he'll say he loves your new shirt when you've been wearing it since you arrived at the manor.

♡ he can do anything as long as he can hear you cheering him on, hearing you rally for him right before he tackles the hunter gives him the biggest surge of energy!!!.

♡ being in william's arms is one of the seven wonders of the world, especially when he hugs you and you feel his muscles clenching against you.

♡ it'd mean the world to him if you would go out for jogs with him.

♡ william is always looking for fun things to do so if you wanna play catch with him or play a game of tag in the garden his love for you increases tenfold.

♡ when you two shave together he always manages to accidentally eat some of the shaving cream and he loses his mind.

♡ prone to concussions so it means a lot when you visit him and rub your thumb on the back of his hand, calling him a goofball but wishing that he gets better soon because you're lonely.

♡ when you start to playfully hit his arm that's when he knows it's true love.

♡ so protective of you, he doesn't get jealous because he trusts you but if some bozo is making you uncomfortable william can intimidate them fast. always asks if you're okay and if there's anything he can do to make you feel better.

♡ races you everywhere, plates fly and survivors fall when you see who can get to the dessert table first.

♡ work out with him!!!! he'll time you or sit on your back while you do pushups and let you play with one of those huge exercise balls.

♡ hc that the manor has a creepy rundown playground and when you use the swings, he does that cool trick where he runs underneath it while pushing you and every time you're scared that you're gonna kick him.

♡ he owns a bunch of scooter boards (those ones everyone was obsessed with in elementary school gym class) and loves having wars with you on them lol

♡ despite play fighting all the time you guys never Actually argue, you just dude out with each other.

♡ you know william is serious about your relationship when he gives you sips of his energy drinks, he hogs them.

♡ "heyyy my little rugby ball ;)" "will please don't call me that".

♡ he loves arm wrestles and thumb wars, also rock paper scissors.

♡ william has the heartiest laugh ever, even if your joke isn't that funny he laughs from his chest and slams his fist on the table.

♡ he finds it hard to put his love for you into words but he's such a softie and wants nothing more than to pepper you in kisses and be your partner in crime forever.

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Ik this is like the second you opened but uhh.. can I get some Naib swf/nsfw hcs? He’s a huge comfort character but he dosent have very much content kandnsksnsnsnsnsn

⛓ naib hcs ー sfw & nsfw

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♡ naib is a tough nut to crack at first.

♡ he's cold when you try to speak with him, but becomes an entirely different person when tasting danger in battle. he takes an absurd amount of hits for you and isn't shy about leaning in dangerously close to your lips or neck as he patches up your wounds.

♡ naib pines over you when you aren't around. he admires the way you keep fighting even when severely injured, and the fact you can taste hell without even thinking of being toxic towards your teammates or the hunter. you're a beacon of light in his life and the subject of his thoughts any time he feels like all hope for humanity is lost.

♡ he isn't sure how to describe why he feels dizzy when he sees you coming to rescue him or why the areas of skin you touch whilst healing him always burn afterwards. despite his rugged appearance and demeanour you're never rough with him, you treat him like glass which boggles the mercenary. why do you make him so soft?

♡ he struggles with seeing himself as anything other than a mercenary; a product of his homeland's endless war machine.

♡ when you tell him he's more than that ー a skilled cook, a reliable rescuer, a tease, a sweetheart, your crush ー he feels something stir in his heart. love, something naib didn't think he was worthy of experiencing.

♡ he's quite the tease once he's comfortable around you. naib kisses you so lightly that it leaves you gasping for more, or he'll eye you up and down in front of everyone just to see you freeze up in embarrassment.

♡ naib doesn't react to things much, his steeled nerves make emoting difficult, so he's all about pulling reactions out of you. pressing his hand to your cheeks and feeling them nearly sizzle under his touch always reminds him he's doing a good job of keeping you on your toes around him. it also makes him feel needed, when he sees your love for him painted on your face he can't help but give the faintest smile.

♡ he doesn't like loud or sudden noises. be mindful of that when you cuddle him. whisper in his ear about how you're so glad that he's here today if you want to see a blush tinge his scarred cheeks. rub loving circles into his hands if you want the redness to extend to his ears, too.

♡ huge show off. if you've seen his dance emote you know what i'm talking about. always flexing his muscles and dance moves around you because he knows what it does to you.

♡ in like all of naib's official art he's gobbling down drumsticks so i know he loves to cook for you and shines when you cook for him. make him a huge meal with sausages, burgers, and chicken wings if you want naib to ask to marry you on the spot. the way to a man's heart is his stomach, after all.

♡ style his hair for him and he'll wear it like that for the whole day. comfort flutters in his heart when he feels your fingers threading through his hair and tying it up or braiding it.

♡ you're eye candy to him. when you cook or you're sitting reading a book, it's common to feel a certain someone's eyes on you. he always denies that he stares, but when are his eyes not checking you out? never.

♡ when the manor holds fireworks shows he might need to be comforted. even if you're just holding his hand as he tries to maintain his composure around everyone, it works wonders for him.

♡ you ground him in reality and make him feel like a whole man as opposed to a broken one. even when you call him an absolute unit as a joke he's still so grateful for you.

NSFW ;;

♡ naib doesn't try to be rough all the time but he can't help it!! it's hard for him to be soft.

♡ his impeccable strength means that he loves to pin you against walls and hold you up as he fucks you. if one position is getting old, he flips you over his shoulder and takes you somewhere else. you can't deny that you're addicted to the way he manhandles you.

♡ he's capable of fucking you with just his eyes. when he gazes at you and licks his lips? yeah.

♡ makes a huge show of undressing himself. he looms over you as he bites his lip and slips his shirt over his shoulders, sweat glistening on his chest before you two have even done anything. he'll turn around midway through to give you a thorough look at the twisting muscles on his back as he tosses his shirt across the room.

♡ his scars have been an insecurity of his for as long as he can remember, so the sight of you getting horny and absolutely drenched with juices when you see them strokes his ego and eases his self-doubt. bonus points if you kiss them as he drills into you, it breaks his stonefaced persona and leads to some sloppy thrusts that leave you aching.

♡ into some very light knifeplay. he would have a fake blade that he traces along your skin, any laboured breaths or mewls that fall from your lips going straight to his dick. he would find your most sensitive areas and ghost the blade just beside them. he's unable to contain himself when you beg for him to just fucking touch you already.

♡ on bad days, he isn't extra rough, he just wants to be close to you. maybe you got hurt and sent waves of anxiety through his body that he isn't able to shake off despite you being safe. he protectively cages you with his body when he fucks you missionary style, resting his head in the crook of your shoulder and still staying sheathed in you even after you've both came.

♡ loves to tie you up, blindfold you, and spank you if you've been bad. teasing is naib's job, so he doesn't appreciate when you bend over a certain way as you decode with norton. each spank to your ass is fueled by envy and dripping with possessiveness. he wants to hear you promise that you'll be his forever between each breathy moan you release.

♡ naib loves to finger you. doesn't matter what hole it is, he'll slip on some fingerless gloves and rub the fabric against the areas surrounding your aching hole as his curled fingers stretch it open and make you scream.

♡ want to get a reaction out of him? pull his hair. i dare you. he lets it flow down his shoulders during sex because you like the sight, but what he doesn't know is you're yearning to reach up and pull it.

♡ if you ask him for oral, he'll drag out the process for as long as possible. your thighs will be killed with nibbles and long licks that lead to your dripping parts but his tongue never quite arrives there. when your quivering thighs cage naib's head between them, he knows he's doing an excellent job at torturing you. his half lidded eyes were made for making eye contact with as he goes down on you.

♡ his favourite act is definitely getting head. he can't control himself when your lips are wrapped tightly around his cock as you stroke him and milk him for everything he's worth.

♡ naib loves shower sex. not bath sex, but specifically pinning you to the walls of a shower as your soapy chest hits the steamed glass with every brutal thrust. his balance is perfect so don't worry about slipping. he's got you.

♡ baths are reserved for after sex. he loves to pull your back to his chest and massage you, washing off all the sinful actions you did to each other's bodies. if he's still horny, he isn't above giving you one quick orgasm in the tub before retiring for the night. naib is that guy who can always go for an extra surprise round, for better or for worse.

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