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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.Â
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.
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âŠâ 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 doesnât notice the change in pitch. That youâve 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 canât be right. And it doesnât 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 itâs 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 heâd 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 wonât let you. The sound of something being unzipped and his pants hitting the floor pulls you from your recovery. Heâs prepped you enough, hasnât he?
âItâll hurt a little, but only for a second.â The Mercenary whispers in your ear as a warning to brace for whatâs 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 youâre just dense, or maybe itâs not like that. He wonât 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 isnât the first time youâve done this (and certainly not the lastâŠ), but itâs always a tight fit. A tight fit that neither of you can get enough of. Your hands donât last though, as the Mercenary is quick to rip your hands away from your mouth. He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. You donât need him to say anything else.
Itâs not long before you feel the familiar warmth strengthen between your legs. By now, Naibâs memorized your every tell that youâre 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. Itâs the way you attempt to not pass out when you feel everything just snap.
âGod, I love you so much,â Naib admits before even realizing what he just said. Youâve 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.
âWaitâ! H-hold on,â you say, still recovering from your orgasm that happened just seconds ago. âWhat did you say?â
The Mercenary stares at you before opening his mouth to say: âI didnât say anything.â Heâs trying to play it with a convincing tone in his voice, but itâs hard to believe when he practically shouts it.
âNo, Naib,â you huff out âAre you playing me?â You question. Your face molds into worry and concern. Instead, he avoids your gaze. Thereâs nothing else for him to do in this situation is there.
âFine. If you wonât say it, then I will.â 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: âNaib, there is no one else I love more than you.â
âThanks for confirming what I already know, babe.â
âŠâ 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 whoeverâs 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 werenât 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.
Youâve 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 thisâall 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."
âŠâ THE PROSPECTORÂ
The bed will break long after the Prospector, Norton Campbell, has had his way with you. He wonât 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 ïżœïżœfuck buddyâ and he wants out of it. Every round feels like another chance to prove heâs 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.
âShitâalways feel so good,â Norton manages to grunt out after thrusting into you. He knows heâs found your sweet spot (againâŠ) when he pulls a loud moan from your sweet lips. So attentive to your wants and needs that he canât 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 whatâs 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.
âNortonâ! Whatâs the matter?â You manage to huff out. Itâs obvious something is plaguing his mind, but the Prospector is as stubborn as ever and refuses to tell you. âFine then,â you tell him âI guess I just wonât let you come.â
Now that gets his attention, and he instantly slows his pace. You allow him to keep going, but only if he starts talking.
âIâm too scared to say it,â Norton states.
âWhy?â You ask.
Norton looks down at where you're still connected. Itâs only then you notice heâs stopped. âBecause I donât want it to ruin whatever weâve got going on. I donât want to lose everything.â He admits through gritted teeth.
âDo you think itâs that bad that youâd lose everything?â You ask, concern now seeping into your voice.
All he does is sigh before bringing his face closer to yours. âGod, is it seriously not obvious enough? Shit, [name] I love you. Iâve loved you for a long time and I didnât want to say anything in fear of ruiningââ he gestures using his hands to the both of you. âthis. A-and I get it if you donât want anything to do with me after this but you asked soââ
He doesnât get to finish as you cover his lips with yours. âSilly prospector, I love you more than you could imagine.â You confess before feeling Norton melt into your kiss once more.
note: hiii fish nationâŠsorry about the random hiatus, it will probably happen again đđđ. 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 wouldnât be here without you, thank you for everything so far. đ©·đ©·đ©·. this is so ass oh my gosh

(2024) ©ïžfishermanshook â do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform
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Happy new year guys here shitty comic

#nortnaib#?#ghostxalien#idv#identityv#identity v#identity v naib#identity v prospector#idv prospector#norton campbell#naib subedar#idv mercenary#idv fanart
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naib beloved... i read up on some of his lore and i did a little design to try to reflect it!
original for comparison:
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OPH
#IdentityV#珏äșäșșæ Œ#idv fanart#idv#Naib Subedar#lily barriere#qi shiyi#Luca Balsa#idv prisoner#idv mercenary#idv cheerleader#idv antiquarian#fanart#etsuharuart
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What's blue and fluffy
Blue fluff hehe
[ Wrong, itâs Sudebar! ]
#idv#identity v#emma woods#identity v gardener#survivor ask blog#idv gardener#ask emma woods#identityv#mentions:#naib sudebar
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Mr. Collector and Mr Benefactor đŁïžđŁïžđŁïžđŁïž
#identity v#identityv#idv#idv mercenary#identity v naib#naib subedar#naib x frederick#idv composer#identity v composer#idv frederick#frederick kreiburg#truth and inference#gay boys#gay#gay art#art#i drew this#i drew them from memory#procreate#my art#digital art#original art
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TW!!!!! PTSD, intrusive thoughts, animal death
No matter how much you're tired of these thoughts, you'll always feel like your hands are covered in blood.
#naib subedar#idv naib#identity v naib#naib identityV#naib subedar idv#norton idv#norton campbell#identity v hunters#identity v#identity v art#idv5#idv fanart#idv
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One down! And more to go! I am trying to finish what I started. I always start one and do another one, not wanting to lose the idea that I have.



I got this idea from this one!

I have problems with this drawing. I kept erasing, so the ones coming are also a bit dirty.
Thank you for your patience!đ
#my art#idv#identity v#identity v fanart#identityv#idv fanart#luca balsa#idv prisoner#idv luca#idv mercenary#idv naib#naib subedar
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Guys I know you all like NortAlice but may I present also NaibAlice⊠team rescue team rescueâŠ
#please see our vision#alicenaib#alice deross#naib subedar#identityv#identity v#nortalice#wolfspeaks
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i like him..
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Identityv Print and reprint preroder up on my store. -> CLICK HERE TO BUY <- â
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ASK: Hi! I'm relatively new on here and wanted to ask for a gn reader x Naib and Ganji (separately) comforting the reader after seeing them with eye bags from excessive crying and absolutely dead inside look. My apologies if it's too much, saw that the requests are open and decided to shoot my shotđđ» Thank you very much either way!
WIPE YOUR TEARS, DOLL.
( mercenary & batter ) + gn!reader



Ëàšđà§âïœĄË â reader has a âdeadâ look + feels undeserving of love , implied that reader may be a bit depressed , l/n = last name , probably a tad bit ooc , grammar and spelling warning
INTRO
You canât remember the last time youâve cried so much that it could fill this entire manor and there still wouldnât be enough room.
Youâd blame it on the recent⊠position youâve found yourself in, but canât recall if itâs because of where youâre stuck or if youâve just been like this ever since.
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âŠâ THE MERCENARY ; NAIB SUBEDAR
Naib is initially suspicious, taking note of the (more or so) deceased-looking appearance youâve been wearing recently, alongside the ever-growing eye bags that only continue to darken as the nights go on. Itâs a strange sight indeed, but one he quickly dismisses as a âlack of sleepâ type thing.
âł it doesnât help that you fall right into the trope as well. Naib watches as you stumble and trip over your feet during games, zone out during pre-match, and just so happens to find your sleeping form anywhere he looks. He lets out a sigh, (gently) picks up your limp body, and brings you back to his humble abode. The Mercenary is so preoccupied with getting you back to his room that he fails to notice your light sniffling and the dried tears near the corners of your eyes.
Okay, this has been going on for far too long now and isnât something that he can let slide by anymore. So thatâs how it started, hand in hand, cause he knew that something was amidst. Truthfully, maybe being blunt wasnât the exact way to go, but he needed to coax you out somehow. What he didnât expect (which you canât exactly blame him for) was for you to break out into tears the moment you tried to speak about it.
âł he has to admit, you completely caught him off guard the moment you threw yourself into his arms, tears staining his green jacket. He takes a second to adjust, but the moment he does, heâs raking his fingers through your hair and rocking the two of you back and forth. [just the way his mother used to when he would wake up from nightmares.]
When you eventually calm down, his hands find solace on your shoulders, pleading for you to enlighten him on just how the hell youâve been feeling lately. He takes a thumb to your face to wipe away the stray tears while you clean the snot from your nose. He wonât tell you, but heâs slightly hurt that you never came to talk to him about this, especially as he sees that itâs affecting you badly.
You cave in his hands as you explain to him that your nights are only filled with staining your pillows with your tears. The little sleep you get comes from your tiredness knocking you out. Itâs devastating to hear your pain and suffering, and all Naib can do is listen and hold your hand.
The Mercenary can only sigh before bringing you in for a hug once more, placing soft, gentle kisses on the top of your head. He doesnât want to cry in front of you, but you feel a few cold droplets of water hit your shoulder. His first words are an incoherent mess before you can finally make out something.
â[name] [l/n], I am your lover. You are my everything. Please, the next time you feel this way know that you are more than capable of coming to me for help.â
âł He loves you so much that seeing you in this mental state puts him in pain as well. Youâre the first to break down his walls in ages, the last one being his friends from the war. The Mercenary canât risk losing you too.
From that moment forward, you find yourself coming to Naibâs dorm room more often than not, accompanied by your teary eyes and sleep-deprived body. He holds you close as he gently massages the top of your head, making sure you fall asleep first.
Slowly but surely, he watches as your old self emerges all over again. The dark bags under your eyes dissipate while your energy returns to your once-withered body. The Mercenary keeps a close eye on you from there on out, making sure that you never fall down that rabbit hole again. But, if you were to spiral out once more, know that Naib will do everything in his power to break you free.
âŠâ THE BATTER ; GANJI GUPTA
Ganji holds a slight bit of overprotectiveness towards you, especially when the two of you make it official. Thatâs why he beats himself over the fact that he didnât put more thought into just why you might have those dark circles hidden underneath your eyes.
        ⳠYour eyes are constantly watery. Your nose, almost nonstop running. You look as if you're about to sob out a tsunami at this rate. You say itâs just your allergies. The pollen outside plus Victor's dog make for a deadly concoction against your senses. At first, his brain reasons with himself, stating that it's a valid reason. But heâs been with you for so long that his heart argues against itself and before you know it, he catches you red-handed.
Your dorm room door is unlocked, a bad habit of yours that Ganji may or may not have scolded you over before. Something about safety and privacy and blah blah blah. The door will be your downfall, but one that will reveal a much-needed truth.
âł He finds your face stuffed into your pillow, tear stains decorating your cheeks with a light pink hue. Youâve tired yourself and fell asleep ages ago, sleep you so desperately needed. The Batter decides to make room for himself on the bed as well, resting your head on his lap. That way, the two of you can talk this out when you wake up.
You wake up in his lap, unaware of the truth heâs just uncovered. As the Batter rubs his thumb over your stained cheeks, you instantly realize that, oh, he knows now. You canât stop the small tears that start to flow once again, but Ganji is quick to help wipe them away, planting a small kiss on your cheek.
âLove, you need to reach out for help when this kind of stuff happens, especially if it only continues. Please, donât feel as if youâd only be a burden. Anyone who feels or thinks that can go kick it.â
There are nights when the loneliness of your bed becomes too much too bare, and you make the trek to seek out comfort from your already asleep boyfriend. Little do you know, heâs already awake and ready for you with a cup of sleepy tea. [Thank you, Emily.] The two of you fall asleep together, hand in hand.
Your next matches are wins as he watches the spark return to your eyes once more. Still, he keeps a few packets of that tea near his nightstand. That way, if you ever needed to fall back asleep, all it would take is one tea bag.
note: BYE this got rushed a bit in Ganjiâs part Iâm so sorry, I wanted to do him justice but my ass needed to pass tr out RNâŠanyways enjoy fishies đ«”đ

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Hello everynyan
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Eats him
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happy birthday my boy
(* ^ Ï ^)
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if you had to rap battle with someone who would it be
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#idv#identity v#emma woods#identity v gardener#survivor ask blog#idv gardener#ask emma woods#identityv#identity v ask blog#naib sudebar#you are loved by sunflowers#[ last year when I got this ask#househusband immediately came to mind. Thank you rap anon#if youâre still out there. ]#inspired by the line: âLady Truth says this is just another piece of fashion that is beyond my ken.â
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