#norton campbell fluff

[sinisteryanderescribe]

Norton Campbell is the type of boyfriend who initially struggles to find peace at night. He lies on his side, his back turned to you, muscles tense and restless. The shadows in the room seem to mirror the turmoil in his mind, and you can sense the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. It takes time for him to unwind, the silence thick with the echoes of his past.

But as the night deepens, a shift begins. You feel him gradually relax, his breathing becoming steadier. He turns toward you, and you catch a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes before he pulls you in by your waist, guiding you to rest against his chest. The warmth of his body envelops you, and there’s a sense of safety in the way he tugs you closer, as if he’s claiming the moment for both of you.

Once you’re nestled against him, he often lets his hand slide to your thigh, the weight of it grounding him. His fingers linger, tracing soft, deliberate patterns that send shivers up your spine. Sometimes, he’ll slip his hand under the hem of your shirt, his touch warm against your skin, igniting a gentle spark of intimacy. It’s a silent exchange, a way for him to connect with you deeply, feeling your warmth and letting go of the chaos outside.

As he buries his face into your hair, inhaling your scent, you can feel the tension in his body fade. He finds solace in your closeness, his breath warm against your neck, and you sense how much he craves this connection. Occasionally, he’ll shift slightly, urging you to lean deeper into him, his arm wrapping securely around your waist, pulling you even closer. It’s possessive yet tender, a protective embrace that makes you feel cherished.

When nightmares stir him from sleep, his body tenses again, but your presence acts as an anchor. He instinctively pulls you closer, his hand tightening on your thigh, fingers digging in just enough to convey his need for comfort. In those moments, you whisper soothing words, and he leans into your voice, drawing strength from your closeness. Your heartbeat becomes a steady rhythm that calms the storm inside him.

Eventually, he relaxes again, his breath evening out as he drapes his arm protectively around you. In those quiet hours, you’ve created a cocoon of safety where he can finally surrender his burdens, if only for a little while. Being wrapped in his embrace, you know that even through the shadows of his past, he finds light in your presence, a quiet intimacy that binds you both in a world that often feels chaotic.

[fishermanshook]

ASK: Hi:) if you feel like it how do you think ganji norton and naib would react to reader saying they feel safe with them?

“TRUST IN ME!”

( batter , prospector & mercenary ) + gn!reader

occ , angst in naib & ganji’s part , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

To fall in love is a risk not all are willing to take. Putting your heart on the line could result in rejection and heartache instead of love and happiness.

To fall in love in a place like this is out of the ordinary, but not exactly uncommon. And as you find yourself sinking more into your lovers embrace, you can’t help but whisper the words;

“I trust you.”

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✦— THE BATTER

You say it to him after a match where one reckless move could’ve killed you.

It’s night when the Batter, Ganji Gupta, holds you tight in his arms. Maybe a little too tight for your liking, but you did put him in a frightening situation earlier today. You recall shoving him out of the way in order to save him from a blow to your head. You don't remember much after that. Just blurry memories of being in Emily's office and then, returning to your room with Ganji.

“Ganji,” you sigh, clawing at his arms in an attempt to free yourself from his grasp, even if it’s just a little bit. “You’ve gotta loosen up a little bit, please. I’m really sorry I did that earlier, but you needed to get out…”

Ganji is quick to stop your rambling by holding you (somehow) even tighter than before. “[name], you got hit on the head with an axe. None the less, a Detention hit. If I—“ Ganji sucked in a deep breath of air, letting it fall from his mouth before speaking again. "If I hadn't used my last ball I don't think you would've struggled out in time. And I don't want to think about having to leave you behind because that was your last chair."

Immediately, Ganji stiffens and sits ups. he seems to have finally processed what just happened.

"[name]. you could've died. And for what?" Ganji repeats the question while shaking you by your shoulders, tears pricking at his eyes threating to fall.

You cup his face and put your forehead to his, allowing his to fulling chompreheand the choice you made during the last match.

"I understand it was stupid of me," You start, closing your eyes. "But I don't do things without reason."

The Batter quickly wipes away at his falling tears, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "Then why did you do it? You said it yourself, it was a stupid choice."

"Yes, but I did it for you. I did it because I have put more trust into you than anyone else in this wretched manor. And I knew, that even if I didn't make it out during that last game, that you would still be okay. Surviving another match means surviving another day. And for you, I'd do that again."

"God," Ganji wipes at his nose. "I hope you don't."

✦— THE PROSPECTOR

You say it to him when you’re tired and vulnerable. when anything can happen.

It was early in the morning when the Prospector, Norton Campbell, snuck into your room to pry you awake from your slumber. With your bedroom key in hand (you gave it to him in case of an emergency), he tip toed into your room. He couldn’t help but silently laugh as he peered at your morning appearance. Hair a mess with a side of droll staining your pillow. Cute, but he can stare more later.

The Prospector is quick to shake you awake, pinning your arms to your side so you don’t land a hit on him in fear of being attacked. As he hovers above you, he explains that there’s something he wishes to show you.

“But Norton,” you whisper into his ear “the sun isn’t even up yet.” You hoped the darkness of your room could conceal the light blush on your face.

“Exactly why I want you to come with me. I promise it’ll be worth it.” Norton mumbled, pulling you out from under the covers. Sliding on a pair of shoes, you drag your achy body behind him and follow the Prospector outside the manor.

Fresh dew covered the grass outside, making it a bit wet and chillier than usual outside. Fortunately, Norton had came prepared. Set up outside was a big fluffy blanket with more than enough pillows to spare. Two mugs of coffee residing inside.

“Ever seen the sunrise?” Norton asks, already knowing the answer based off your shocked expression.

You shake your head no as the Prospector reaches to grab your hand and lead you towards the spot. It didn’t take long to get settled, and when you did, you found your head in the core of Norton’s lap.

“Oh? What’s this?” Norton teased “cold aren’t ya’?” You shiver in his arms as a response. Before grabbing his face with your hands. It’s a weird position, but Norton doesn’t mind. Instead he leans into your touch. A soft smile on his face.

“Have I ever told you how much I trust you?” You ask with genuine curiosity.

“I’m not sure, have you?” Norton questions, brushing your hair to the side of your face.

“No, I’m being serious. Stuck in a place like this leaves everyone fending for themselves. But because I have you, I have someone to watch my back. I really appreciate that Norton. I trust you more than anyone else in this manor.”

Norton looks at you with sad eyes as he bends down to place a gentle kiss upon your forehead.

“I trust you more, doll.” He says as the sun starts to rise. Showering you in its warmth and light, a feeling he now resonates when it comes to you.

✦— THE MERCENARY

You say it to him during a particularly risky match where everything seems to be on the line.

There are time where a match can go inexplicably well, where everything goes absolutely perfect and you survive the game with all your limbs intact and the egotistical pride that comes with it.

Those aren’t all the time though, and when both sides are fighting it out until their last breath, it turns into a messy and an undoubtedly long match.

This seems to be one of them, and you’ve collected more than enough scars and bumps and bruises to prove it. You’re more than sure you’ll have to make a stop by Emily’s offfice, but now’s not the time to think about that. You must stay focus on your current task: stitching up Naib.

Sangria got him good this time as a long scar has taken shape on his back. Naib bites down on his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the whimpers of pain he feels. He thought he was better at this. Better at pretending he wasn’t hurting. You know him all too well though.

“m’ sorry, ‘m sorry I know it hurts. I promise I’ll be done in just a second.” You say in attempt to comfort and reassure him. All he does is nod his head and sucks in a breath of air in order to steady himself.

The Mercenary is off the second he feels you tighten the last of his bandages. You’re quick to jump onto a cipher machine as well to catch up on the progress that was lost.

—

This match has been nothing short of a living, breathing disaster.

You still can't shake the ear piercing scream Fiona let out as she was hit down again minutes later, and you won't forget the horrible cut that now runs across Naib's stomach. You’d stich it up but you don’t have the time for it. Not when Fiona needs rescuing.

“Naib, take over the last cipher. I have to go in.” You tell the Mercenary, racing past him. He stops you, grabbing—no, shaking you by the shoulders.

“No, please, [name] don’t go in there. It’s not worth it we can, we can get—“ he continues to trip over his words out of fear and desperation. “please [name], I don’t wanna lose you.”

“Naib, I promise I’ll be out soon. I trust you, I wouldn’t go in if I didn’t.” And that’s that. You place a quick kiss on his forehead before dashing off towards Fiona’s chair. You hear him scream your name out afterwards.

note: KILLS MYSELF THIS IS ACTUALLY TERRIBLE [crys]

© fishermanshook — no stealing , translating , plagiarizing or reposting my work on other any other sites + reblogs adored !!

[blvb]

IDV SURVIVORS

Characters: Lucas Balsa, Naib Subedar, Norton Campbell and Mike Morton

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Synopsis: s/o who give an insect in their hands.

a/n: My first time to write and show, have mercy to my writings please. it might have some grammar errors, my first language is french. The character might be ooc.

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⚡LUCAS BALSA⚡

I think Lucas will be so happy if you want to show somethings that you find. If you tell him to open one hand to put your discovery, he will oblige to do so. At first Lucas will have a beautiful smile until he see what it is, his smile disapear and will take few second to look at the insect. Lucas will scream while throwing the bug somewhere. he might cry a little bit, and he will ask why did you pick that thing, only to learn that you like find and grab insects. Lucas is scars from this encounter, now he will always ask you what you have in you're hand before you give him.

🟢NAIB SUBEDAR🟢

Naib will ask what you have in your hand before you are close to him, only to be answer '' Something beautiful ! Open one of your hand '' he will sigh and open his hand only to feel something crawling in his hand. Naib will have a tiny heart attack, he will look closer to the bug and tell you next time to find something more beautiful like a ladybug or one with cute feature. He will let the bug go softly on a leaf or on the ground. or eat it

🧲NORTON CAMPBELL🧲

Sorry for the bugs lovers for this one, Norton will have a face a bit scary until he see you coming on is direction, his face will ease a bit. Norton will look at your hand close in front of him, he will be unsure what to do at first until you say open one of his hand. Weird but alright, he will look at first then crush it in is hand, you scream a big NO but is to late. You will look at him with disbelief, look at his face and then at his hands, back it forth. If you are sad he will make it back for you, like maybe a time for both of you to chase some insect together, but it will surely just watch with a smile while you're so happy.

✨MIKE MORTON✨

I think Mike will not be scared by bugs like Lucas. when you run at his side with your hand in front of you, he will be so curious. You ask his hand, he will do it without asking. Mike will be amazed what you find, he will ask with so much energy where did you find this bug. Mike will follow you if you show the spot where the bug was discovered. I think he will like to spend time with you to find more.

a/n: there's a side in me say it's a bit funky, but oh well, i hope that you like what i write and so sorry again for the wrongs writing and bad grammar. I JUST REALISE !! I write the name of Luca wrong.

[thekeeperofdreams]

Once Upon A Dream

genre; light angst (death mentions??? blood but not the whole focus)

summary; entering a world seemingly suspended in time is a strange experience, especially when most others are uninterested in helping you adjust. the only comfort is the man in your dreams.

ever since joining the manor, it felt like you'd been watched. not in the usual sense of other survivors or even hunters staring holes into your back, curiosity practically spilling from their eyes. it didn't help how not even your time period was similar to theirs, lining up more to lucky guys then anything.

maybe that's why the eyes follow, a desire to rip you open and peer inside; desperate for something new in a world of bloodshed and fear. it was strange, among everyone's special abilities, you'd arrived with nothing. no weapons, no traits like theirs, practically useless compared to many residing on your side of the manor.

some had no desire to chat with you, put off by this strange revelation; finding conversations a waste when surviving was the name of the game. it didn't matter much to you, having stayed in your corner anyhow, only interacting with the few people who had been nice enough to at least say hi or introduce themselves.

during matches, it was like a nightmare, most hunters chasing you first in favor of even the weakest survivors. you had nothing to defend yourself with, practically at their mercy if you failed to kite using only the windows and pallets.

many were kind, some offering to wait at least 60 seconds before carrying you to the chair without any real chase, not interested in spilling the blood of the helpless.

most however, seemed uncomfortably excited about the prospect of the new survivor having nothing to defend themselves, like a sheep straying away from its flock.

even now, as you lay bleeding on the floor, no one comes to the rescue, the hunter deciding to chase down a new target, leaving you to take your last breathe of the match; the scent of marigolds comforting you in the dying moment.

its quiet when this happens, your tired bloody body floating in darkness, awaiting your prince of the night.

hes tall, skin hidden beneath layers of makeup, the colors mixing into beautiful flowers against his skin. the hat is titled forward, hiding his eyes under the colorful flowers.

you give a weak grin when he tilts the hat to see you, eyebrow raised, eyes burning with question.

"I'm sorry. i couldn't hold on against him." you say, heart sinking when his eyebrow twitches, though its not for you.

"don't be, mi vida. i've seen him and his behavior, like a beast preying on its next meal." his tone is harsh, his deep gruff voice sending shivers down your spine.

the nickname was familiar, a comfort from the overall disconnect with your home. he always seemed to know what to say in your times of need; sinking in the sand, wishing it'd swallow you whole.

he only smiles, the overall darkness beginning to shift when he let's out a breath, green swirls and purple stars dancing at his finger tips. his hands are cold when he places them on your face, eyes remaining warm.

"ill see you soon." he coos, as your eyes grow heavy and tired, his cool touch being replaced by warm blankets and sheets; the room dark with a candle as it's light.

a soft knock wakes you from the pleasant encounter, a maid calling out that you have a match soon; lunch being served at the table beforehand.

you don't respond, waiting for the women's footsteps to dissapear before dressing, ignoring the ache deep in your bones.

the hallways are long and uncomfortable, the odd silence unnerving as you make your way to the door, shakily pushing it open.

though the sight that greets you is strange, a man dressed in purple and black, a familiar hat settled in front of him as he gobbles down what supposedly was lunch.

he turns when the door creaks, a cheeky grin slowly spreading against his face when you realize who exactly he is.

"I told you I'd see you soon"

[aeliusdell]

~Blissful Night

Pairing : Norton Campbell |Fool's gold x Ithaqua|Night watch

Sypnosis: A rendezvous at night where they find themselves in the throes of passion when they arrive at home…

Word Count: 2826

Cw: NSFW, Norton and Ithaqua are royals in this au,(though it doesn't play that big of a role in the whole fic), Norton is the top (yes, smut), Nicknames used are “Morning Star, Beloved” - Norton and “My Lord” - Ithaqua, full fluff no angst!

DT: Every other Nortitha lovers out there or anyone who are open to read in general

Note: please excuse the lack of vocabulary for my expertise in writing smut is close to zero (and a huge thankyou to Miclipse for teaching me how to do the layout, big mwamwa)

Likes, comments and reshares are very appreciated <3 enjoy !

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The bright stars shimmers overhead, each shine representing a torch that lights up the cobblestones. The misty fog covers two hooded figures as they clambered off from a horse, its hooves ceasing its gallops when the castle becomes apparent. The tall, almost unhuman-like figure taps his knuckles gently on the horse, who only neighed in response before it nuzzled into the man’s stone-like hands. Beneath them, the puddles rippled almost as tenderly as the man’s movements as he hoisted his sound asleep companion in his arms. “mm..Norton..” The companion murmured, shivering slightly in the cold before huddling as close as he could into Norton’s embrace. “Its alright Ithaqua, Beloved. I’ve got you.” Norton whispers, cradling Ithaqua against his chest. Behind them, the great metal gates slid open, revealing the brightly lit interior of their home. Their butler steps forwards to greet the two, bowing when Norton slid off the hood that covered up till his eyes. “I take it that the late night rendezvous went well?” Their butler chuckled. Darn it, they couldn’t even sneak out for a single night without anyone noticing, could they?

Norton grumbled in response, nearly stirring Ithaqua awake from his sheer annoyance alone. “You’re too observant for your age. Seems like that overbearing attitude has never left you, hasn’t it?” Usually, one would berate him for his blatant disrespect, but Mister Butler did nothing but hide a smile behind his crescent like eyes. “As sharp tongued as always, Your Majesty.” Norton clicked his tongue, barely restraining a sigh as he approaches the marble steps adorned with gold. “Goodnight, our esteemed Butler.” A clear command that leaves no room for argument. The butler hums in agreement, stepping aside to let the guards close the gates. “Good Night, your Majesties.” He replied before slinking away, leaving the two alone.

The second Norton had made it up to their room, he had laid Ithaqua on the plush velvet sofa, tossing both their robes to the laundry basket. Ithaqua peeked his eyes open, a grin forming on his face. “Beloved,” Norton greets as he cages his arms around Ithaqua. Ithaqua reaches upwards, his hands finding its way around Norton’s shoulders, letting his right palm rest between Norton’s dark locks. A movement so precise and natural, as if it was the force and attraction of nature itself. “My Lord.” Ithaqua responded, feeling Norton’s cool hands cradle his face, his mismatched, heterochromia eyes fixated on Ithaqua’s soft features. Norton was sure he could spend all day reading into his lover’s movements and engraving it into his memory but the slight shiver from the cold had quickly snapped him out of his musings. Leaning down, he placed a kiss onto Ithaqua’s forehead before slowly detangling himself from their comfortable position. His eyes never left his lover as Ithaqua yawned, shifting himself to an upright position, his blouse unfurling from his corset. Words unspoken, Norton reached down and untied Ithaqua stilts for him. It has been in their daily routine the second they have gotten together, and even before then, something that they had both grown accustomed to. Leaning down, Ithaqua looked over at the concentrated lover of his who was untying a particularly tight knot.

Impatience slowly itched into his mind as he bent down, letting his white hair fall like a curtain atop Norton’s head. Surprised by the sudden movement, Norton finally glanced upwards, Ithaqua’s hand tugging against Norton’s tie the same time the final knot of his stilts slid apart which caused Norton to fall forward slightly, grasping the soft meat of Ithaqua’s thighs for ample balance. A gulp and Ithaqua had enough of waiting, choosing to press his lips onto Norton’s without any further warning. Norton’s fingers crept up, his eyes closing on instinct as he unfurled Ithaqua’s fingers to entangle them together, the other slowly curling around Ithaqua’s waist.

They broke apart, only to draw in some quick breaths. Despite it being a soft, quick kiss, Norton could see Ithaqua’s cheeks glowing in the dim lights. “Beloved, we should take a shower first before any of us falls sick.” Norton reasoned which only earned a small mutter from his love that he could not decipher at all. Resting his forehead gingerly against Ithaqua’s forehead, he tried to understand what the smaller one was trying to say, with his lithe figure so tense. “I said,” Ithaqua continued, louder and more determined this time. “You can always warm me up, yourself. Have you gone deaf?” He jabbed but there was no real heat in his voice. Blinking at his love, Norton held back a snort, knowing that if he had actually chuckled, he might end up on the sofa that night. “Gone deaf because I traded it for my irresistible charm, you mean?” Norton smirked, earning an exasperated sigh from Ithaqua. “Whatever” Ithaqua retorted, making sure that Norton could see that he was actually leaving for the bath. Almost immediately, Norton had grabbed ahold of his arm, a puppy-like face appearing instead of his usually cold like exterior.

“I was joking, at least, half joking. But how could I ever reject you? My little Morningstar?Hm, Beloved?” Trapped by Norton’s pleading look and their hands still held gingerly, Ithaqua plopped back down on the sofa, letting Norton draw them closer, close enough for Ithaqua to drape his slender legs around Norton’s torso. “Using that look isn't fair at all, My Lord.” Ithaqua sniped, though he had let Norton unhook the strings on his corset, fully allowing his love to do as he pleased. “And using your sweet voice is comparably ‘unfair’ so I say we're both even now, Beloved.” Before Ithaqua could say anything to refute his earlier statement,Norton pressed their lips together again, cutting off his lover's complaint. His tongue slipped out, licking against Ithaqua’s lips,asking for permission to deepen the kiss. Ithaqua let him, his mouth falling open for Norton to engulf him fully, to savour his exquisite taste.

It took Ithaqua a whole minute to realize that the pressure around his waist had disappeared, leaving just the warm touch of his love in its wake. Norton massaged the skin that was confined by the corset, caressing it gently while the hem of Ithaqua’s blouse travelled further up, exposing his skin to the cold, frigid air. “Does it feel better without the corset, Beloved?” Norton questioned, continuing his little ministrations on Ithaqua's waist. Ithaqua buried his flustered face against Norton's shoulder, his hands scrunching up Norton's vest. “You don't have to wear it all the time, you know,” Norton continued when Ithaqua kept silent, his whole body already turning into putty from that singular kiss. He turned his head, just a tiny bit so that he could see Norton’s expression clearly, and there were no signs of teasing but only genuine concern etched on his lover's face. “You'll laugh if I told you why.” Ithaqua mumbled into his neck, a pout forming on his reddened lips. Norton drew him closer, humming as a way to tell his love to elaborate.

“I won't, Beloved, but you don't have to tell me if you do not wish to.” Norton comforted him, thumbing over the line caused by the corset’s tightness. He could feel Ithaqua taking a small breath, a summoning of courage to speak his mind. He could do nothing else but wait patiently, committing his lover's flushed cheeks into his memory. “Someone told me that you would like me better if I wore a corset because it..” Ithaqua trails off but Norton knew what words would come tumbling out if he continued. He could not hold his snort back for the life of him, which caused a painful hit to his shoulder blade. “I told you-” Ithaqua started but was quickly silenced when Norton had picked him up so effortlessly he could feel gravity leave him for a split second. “I'd rather you hide your waist so that only I could see it, or are you wearing it now even after our marriage to tempt me?” Now it was clearer to Ithaqua that Norton was teasing him. And he was doing so mercilessly. “My Lord, I will leave you cold on this bed as I take the whole bathroom to myself.” Ithaqua bites back, but Norton knew better. He always did.

Ithaqua could see Norton's annoying smirk on full display the second his back hit the satin sheets, the blanket pulled aside by Norton’s arms at the same second. “Will you now?” Norton questioned, like it was a challenge that he was certain he'd win. Ithaqua bit back a sound that hit the back of his throat the second Norton had palmed on his erection, rubbing it while trapping Ithaqua between his arms. The friction between his bare skin, underwear and pants were making him twitch and arch his back slightly. “Norton.” Ithaqua huffed out, the flush tainting the tips of his ears a vibrant red. Immediately, Norton lifted his hand away and kissed Ithaqua, opting to run his fingers through his soft locks instead. “Sorry, you were too adorable, I couldn't help it.” He reasoned, showering Ithaqua's whole face with tiny smooches, watching him scrunch his face from the assault of his love. If Norton could, he would have just combusted on the spot, but he couldn't so he held himself back, pulling off his vest which joined the robes inside the basket without him having to spare a glance at it.

“Finally, I was afraid you'd forget about your own clothes in favour of taking off mine.” Ithaqua grumbled, using the opportunity of having Norton's guard down to press his heel against his clothed erection, granting himself the satisfaction of watching Norton nearly losing his balance and toppling onto him. Ithaqua stifled a giggle as Norton shot him a look of disbelief, opting to pull his feet back but his lover was faster than he was. “Beloved.” Just a single word and all joyous laughter upon getting an upper hand on Norton was smashed into smithereens. Only a gasp could be heard before his leg was lifted by a singular palm and a nibble was felt on his leg. He received no further warning before a bite was made on his ankle fully, causing Ithaqua to bury half of his face into the pillow right next to him as he let an embarrassing noise out. “Beloved.” Norton called out again, this time he was softer, more coaxing than anything else. “Yes?” Ithaqua breathed back, burying the pillow into his flustered features and failing to hide his flushed neck from Norton's clear view.

Silence fell between the two for a moment, and another. Out of fear, Ithaqua finally removes himself from the pillow he was cuddling, only to come face to face with Norton's palm. Instantly, he lets go of the pillow in favour of holding on to Norton's outstretched hand. “I need you.” Norton kissed the side of Ithaqua's knuckles, his free hand grasping at the waistband of Ithaqua's pants. “You have me.” Was the only response Norton needed to hear before Ithaqua's pants fully slid down, revealing the pale skin riddled with goosebumps. Norton undid his buttons with.a singular hand, aware of the heavy lidded gaze that landed on his fingers that worked it's way through, and soon enough he had nothing but his boxers left. Ithaqua looked at the tent like fabric on Norton's boxers and gulped, his eyes trailing back to Norton's face.

His calf was lifted once again, but now settled against Norton's sturdy shoulder, exposing the rest of his thighs to his lover's gaze. He made a quick work of art, nibbling, licking and biting alongside Ithaqua's thighs until a tinge of red was left like a trail. Despite every twitch from the man beneath his lips, each hickey was left with a gentle kiss afterwards, akin to worship. By the time he was done, tears were stinging his lover's eyes, his face shoved against Norton's palm. His fingers curled around Norton's, his breaths coming out shallow. “My Lord,” Ithaqua quivered when Norton switched his attention from his legs up to his chest. Norton rested his chin on top of Ithaqua’s sternum, feeling the strong beats run through his body. “Yes, Beloved?” a beat and the words ‘I need you’ and ‘I got you’ reverberated silently through the room. Norton flicked against Ithaqua’s buds, massaging the sensitive muscles beneath his palm. He had let go of Ithaqua's hand in favour of stroking Ithaqua's tangled up hair in slow motions, watching him spasm as he sucked on the perked up buds.

A small shudder was felt.

Ithaqua huffed, yet his yelps came out soft, withheld by the back of his hand. Norton let him do as he pleased, before tracing his hand down from his lover's neck to his underwear. He palmed it once again, and successfully drew out the slightest sound from Ithaqua, who shuddered almost immediately. Connecting their lips once again, Norton took advantage of Ithaqua's pants to slip his tongue in while his hand reached into his undergarments to thumb at his lover's shaft. “N-Norton.” Ithaqua whimpered between each kiss as Norton stroked his neglected cock languidly. “My Morningstar, you're doing great.” Norton praised, pausing to pull down the last piece of clothing that hindered them. The second Ithaqua felt Norton push a finger into his erogenous zone, he trashed his head back into Norton’s mitt, his back arched upwards. Norton kissed his forehead, then his neck to leave traces of his teeth marks against the pale stretch as he added another digit, stretching Ithaqua out in a scissoring motion.

The second Ithaqua felt like he was about to release his load, Norton had swiftly stopped his movements and pulled his fingers out, causing a whine to echo about the room. Already lost in the throes of passion, Ithaqua glared at his lover upon the lost sensation, tracking the glimmer of their rings as Norton reached into the drawer next to them. “That's dirty.” Ithaqua whined, noting the juice that had stained the handle of their cabinet from Norton's previous actions. “You're still clear enough to lecture me, My Beloved Morningstar? That means I haven't done enough to make you loosen up.” Norton teased, leaving another smooch on Ithaqua's plush lips. “It's cold right?Bear with me for a moment, Beloved.” He reassured, as Ithaqua flinched from the sensation, his hands gripping the bed sheet at the sides of his head creating a crease on both sides from the strength left in him to exert.

Ithaqua could only make out the head of Norton's cock entering him, before the stretch became wider. Despite them having slept with each other more than a single hand could count, it still amazes Ithaqua how the stretch was nothing but pleasure, igniting a fire in each movement and connection, as if his insides had already memorized each and every detail of his lover, melting them together as a whole. “Ithaqua.” He snaps his attention back as much as he could, under the haze of their lovemaking. “Hm?” He muttered as Norton kissed him again, the bed dipping inwards as Norton fully sheathed himself into Ithaqua, allowing him to nuzzle into Norton's palm. “Feels good.” Ithaqua could barely make out what he was saying, his words slowly slurring together. Yet he could never mistake the rumble of Norton's chuckle as it rings through his body. “You’ll feel much better soon, fuller, even.” Norton confirmed as he unsheathed himself, his thumb never stopping the gentle back and forth caress against Ithaqua's cheek.

Having long thrown away all of his dignity, Ithaqua harmonized with each thrust, letting Norton slide in and out, hitting the bundle of nerves that reside in him each time his lover filled him up. “If only you could see-” Norton panted into Ithaqua's ear, causing Ithaqua to shudder violently. Teasing Ithaqua as usual, he pressed against the bulge in his tummy from Norton's cock. “-Yourself, right now.” He finished as Ithaqua whimpered groggily, none of his words making sense in his own ears. Norton could make out a few ‘pleases’ mixed with his own name before a warm wetness spilt against their stomaches, spurring Norton to engulf Ithaqua's inside with his own warm release. Ithaqua convulsed a final time before he melted into the sheets, his whole entire body tainted with a pink flush as he regulated his breathing.

Norton reached up, pushing away Ithaqua's bangs in favour of giving him a proper forehead kiss, scanning his eyes upon his lover's thorough lovemaking session, beads of sweat slowly sliding off the smooth curve of Ithaqua's torso. “Norton,” Ithaqua mumbled, his eyes drifting shut. “Hold me.” He requested breathing into Norton's scent, knowing that he was safe in his arms. “But of course, anything for my Beloved.” Norton's comforting response the last thing he heard before he drifted out of consciousness, a blissful sleep embracing him.

[sleepynaib]

BEACH DAY (A03)

The summer crew decide to hang out on a weekend to forget about the realness of the world, enjoying each other’s company when a little hidden secret gets out for the best.

The nepali brunette had been at the beach on a vacation day to the sunny beach considering it was a perfect and breezy day, the wind blowing his hood off his head and in turn allowing his brown hair to flow through the salted wind. He let the sun gently tan his already almond-toned skin, sitting on the towel and feeling his feet slightly covered in the sand. He ran his fingers through his hair to move it out of his face and by his mouth, his eyes closed as he laid back on the towel completely; it was a perfectly relaxing environment to take a nice, peaceful, quiet, nap—

“Subedar…You sleeping?” He sighed a little bit and kept his eyes closed with his hands under his head, believing that the other would simply walk away and return to his other friends that were playing in the water— feeling a few of the salty water drops hit his face. He wiped it off and opened his eyes, covering them slightly to prevent the water going into his eyes— seeing the shirtless blonde with his iconic beach shorts. His eyes following up from there, following the scars over his body, over his sheened-over abs, up his necklace and over his scarred buffed arms, and up to his half burned face and drenched blonde hair smiling down at him with a frisbee in his hand. “I don’t know. You tell me Campbell. Whatre you asking for?” He mumbled, as he sat up, the other straightening his back so he wasn’t looming over him like a drowned swimmer— holding up the frisbee and gently waving it around and pointing at everyone; who was telling Norton to hurry up and throw it back to them. “We’re playing by the shore, you should come join us instead of sitting here alone like a loser.” He rolled his eyes at the other and laid back down on the large towel one of the mutual friends in the group brought, shaking his head and waving the other away. “I’ll pass. Have fun though.” He heard the footsteps recede towards the water and everyone glad Norton returned to them, feeling himself slip back into the relaxed moment before the towel shifted beneath him and a weight was sitting beside him. Of course he came back, he shouldve expected the other to not leave him alone so easily, sighing as he opened his eyes and sat up again— the other sitting extended on the towel with his hands planted towards the sun. “Gonna sit and stay here with me then.” “Like a dog” The blonde chimed back with a wink at him that caused a few flutters in the nepali’s heart and stomach, rolling his eyes as he sighed before looking at him— shutting his eyes and hearing the others stomach growling. “Oh guess I’m hungry… And the coolers filled with wrappers.” “Come on, I’ll get you something to eat.” The hooded nepali said as he grabbed his wallet, putting on his flip flops and walking down the beach— the blonde quickly following behind barefoot as they got to the concession stand.

“Ah shit. Concrete burns.” “Go stand in the sand or at the shower around the corner. I’ll buy you 2 hotdogs.” He hummed as he watched the other hop away to the the shower, watching from a distance as he paid for the 2 hotdogs and a burger. Naib turned to look at him and laughed at the appearance of the other. Standing in the wet sand that gathered at the beach shower floor, patiently waiting for his food alike a owner and dog. It didn't take long as they sat on a barrier that went along the beach, watching their friends from a distance and eating their food in a comfortable silence aside from the happy sounds in the distance— Naib looking over at Norton just to see the other had been looking at his face intently. “What is it? Something on my face?” “Oh nothing.. Just.. sit still really quick.” The blonde mumbled as he took his thumb and swiped the ketchup off the corner of his lip, licking it off his thumb as he took the last bite of his 2nd hotdog. “Just exactly what I needed for that bite.” In the contrary, Naib was flushed red straight down his neck handing Norton the rest of his food. “Have it.” “Thanks strawberry. You know, I knew Demi told me you liked me but I didnt think to this extent.” Fucking Demi Bourbon. He can't tell her or Patricia.. or Fiona.. That whole circle of ladies, they'll gossip about it amongst each other and knowing them— Norton overheard or just directly told him. “I don't…” “...You dont what? Youre not saying you don't like me. And I saw you earlier gawking at me when I “woke” you up.” His face got redder as he looked away but felt his chin got pulled towards the other, his hand following and going to Norton’s wrist— holding it there as he swallowing thick; at least his hood covered him from the others.

“I really want to kiss you Naib Subedar.”

“Then do it Campbell. Stop being a tea—”

And that's exactly what he did. The brunette felt the blondes lips press against his that were slightly cracked from a long day of playing in the salty air and wind, sighing into the kiss like it was oxygen. They moved in a messy movement before finding a sync within each other, their tongues gliding and Naib biting Norton’s lip— earning a sound from the cocky blonde; pulling away as they looked into their eyes deeply.

“ Is ‘bout time for you two to finally get it on! “

“ Oh finally! I was waiting for this!”

“Oh shut up. Why'd you guys even tell him anyways!”

“It worked out for us right boyfriend?”

“BOYFRIEND?”

[lririx]

MASTERLIST

Naib subedar

•NSFW Alphabet

•With a feral soulmate

•A little birthday special

Ithaqua

•With a feral soulmate

•S/o trying on Ithaqua's stilts

•With a soulmate that wears a mask

•With a simp reader

Demi Bourbon

•With a Lady Dimitrescu like hunter partner

Weeping Clown

•Weeping clown fluff headcanons

Norton Campbell

•Reader comforting Norton after a match

•Threesome with Reader, Norton, and Fool's Gold

Kevin Ayuso

•Reader wearing Kevin's clothes

Fool's Gold

•With a hunter soulmate

•After the kiss with a hunter soulmate

•Threesome with Reader, Norton, and Fool's Gold

Victor Grantz

•With a shy soulmate

Andrew Kreiss

•With a shy soulmate

Luca Balsa

•With a shy soulmate

Edgar Valden

•With a shy soulmate

Jose Baden

•Dating headcanons

William Webb Ellis

•Birthday gift for @williamkisser

[l3m0nt]

Hello to the fellow writer community on Tumblr! My name is Lemon or Toast and I have been here for a while on a different account but have decided to start this one!

I have OCS that I may write about but I am mainly focused on what my readers wish to see!

Fandoms I am willing to write for:

Identity V

Blue Period

Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi

Creepypasta!

And more to come!

Things I would love to write:

Domestic fluff!

OCS & Canon Characters!

Hurt Comfort!!

Things I will not write about:

Hard NSFW! I may write implied, or even light NSFW for a commission but I will not do hard NSFW!!

Anything Illegal for obvious reasons

Characters I would love to write about:

Andrew Kreiss

Luca Balsa

Victor Grantz

Edgar Valden

Norton Campbell

Naib Subedar

"Memory"

Margie Zelle

Joker/Weeping Clown

Micheal Morton

Ganji Gupta

Eli Clark

Aesop Carl

Yaguchi from Blue Period

And more!

I do have commissions open!! I currently have five spots available and the price varies between $5-$20 depending upon length, wants, and character count! Prices are also negotiable!

Feel free to submit an ask or request and I typically will be more than willing to do so!

Thank you,

Lemon/Toast

[moles-hideout]

Norton Campbell x Male! S/o college au!

Tw: Hints of NSFW, fighting (not really but still)

Tags: College au, Established Roommates, Established relationship, Fluff, Crack

A/N: This just very self indulgent tee hee :3

You and Norton have been best friends since Junior high. You two had been together through thick and thin, no matter what life threw at you. You two were inseparable, having each other's back at any time. (Even bailing Norton out of jail once but shhh)

To be clear, Norton is not someone who can be easily approached due to his infamous extreme mood swings but no one would have ever imagined that Norton would have a lover up until now. It felt almost natural for the both of you though. No matter what challenges you two face, you both always find a way support and uplift each other. You've celebrate many achievements together and provide a shoulder to lean on during tough times. The loyalty and care you two have for each other can never be replicated so easily.

Currently, you both graduated with a bang, got into your dream college and are now living in the dorms as roommates. Both of you having shared countless adventures and secrets through out your lives and ever since living together, it made the two of you even closer, to see each other's quirks and flaws. The other students really question if you two are just roommates or an old married couple.

Inside the dorm room, it's covered in a colorful mess of post-it notes with sweet messages, silly doodles, and inside jokes. It's their way of communicating and brightening each other's days. And in random occasions, you two leave love notes that are hidden in the most unexpected and odd places, like inside shoes or inside the cereal, keeping the romance alive in your everyday lives.

One of your favorite things about living together is the silly and weird traditions you two created. From weekend movie marathons to impromptu Mario kart competitions in the living room. Not to mention the endless prank war you two have, from putting plastic bugs in the shower to scaring each other during a scary movie, these traditions and antics have led to countless fond moments of laughter and bonding.

You two created a ridiculous number of nicknames for each other, some of which make no sense to anyone else but for you two, it's filled with love and whacky inside jokes.

Although, there are some downsides with living together. Mornings are a whirlwind of chaos as you two rush around trying to get ready for work or to class, often accidentally grabbing each other's clothes or toothbrushes in the rush.

One time, you accidentally took Norton's jacket to class and your professor (definitely not Luchino) teased you about it teehee.

We all know that Norton is frugal and thrifty, from extreme couponing to bargaining for half a prize. He wants to take you out for a dinner date in a very expensive restaurant? It now costs a fraction of what it was originally priced. Planning to go to that one very expensive amusement park? You bet your sweet ass he'll be surfing on the internet to find online discounts. "NonNon doesn't this [insert item here] cost $150?" "Oh yeah, I got a discount. I got it for $59." "I beg your pardon?-" "Then beg."

One time Norton got a call from one of your friends at the party you were attending, they've called to tell him to go pick your drunk ass up. Once he arrives, he sees you biting someone's ankle like an animal. (He had to tie you up to stop your reign of chaos.)

But your favorite part of the day, is where nighttime comes. Where the stress of the day leaves you both as a sense of peace and comfort replaces it.

There are times when words aren't necessary – just being around each other brings a sense of calm and happiness, you two find solace in each other's presence even in silence. You two can spend hours together simply reading working on their hobbies or just cuddling on the couch without needing to fill the silence with words. Sometimes, you both share vulnerable moments confess secrets and offer each other support. There's no need for words in such, for you both already know what the other is feeling after all. And it's already enough.

Hihihiiii thanks for reading my first hcs, I'm still trying to juggle school work and making hcs so please be a bit patient with me darlings! (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

[yawarakaizai]

@ It's love only when my heart flutters

Chérie ﹒﹒18 ﹒﹒It/its ﹒﹒Requests open ﹒﹒ Asks open

I write for ;; BSD﹒IDV﹒JJK

;; BSD Masterlist

I do ;; Fluff Angst Suggestive/NSFW Prompts All relationship dynamics Canon x reader Male reader Female reader

I don't ;; Canon x canon Young reader x adult character

✓ Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Yukito Ayatsuji, Jouno Saigiku, Tecchou Suehiro, Edgar Allan Poe, Chuuya Nakahara, Doppo Kunikida, Sakunosuke Oda. (Subject to change)

✓ Orpheus Deross, Frederick Kreiburg, Norton Campbell. (Subject to change)

✓ Kento Nanami. (Subject to change)

Other fandoms possibly soon..?

©yawarakaizai 2023 ﹒﹒ no reposting onto other platforms + plagiarising + stealing (✚ . <)

[funkynumaki]

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

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

Reminders that English is not my first language.

Request

Closed!

Fandom I wrote for is currently only

Identity V!

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

General request rules -

- Minors dni

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

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

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

Characters I love to write for -

Norton Campbell

Naib Subedar

Luca Balsa

Andrew Kreiss

Victor Grantz

Ganji Gupta

Mike Morton

Aesop Carl

Emil Mesmer

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

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

[sinisteryanderescribe]

Hello hello I've been wondering what would Nurse Reader reaction if she saw Fool's gold?

Like face to face not a hallucination

A Broken Man

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When you encounter Norton in his darker form, your reaction would likely be one of shock, fear, confusion and possibly unease. Norton's transformation would present a stark contrast to his previous appearance, causing you to feel unsettled and apprehensive. You might experience a sense of betrayal or confusion, as you would struggle to reconcile the familiar character of Norton with his newfound monstrous nature. Depending on what he does and says, your emotional response could range from sadness & sympathy for Norton's plight to a heightened sense of tension and anticipation, as you would wonder how in the world he got in this situation or who hurt him. Moreover your actions would be to relax your panicked feelings and try to approach to comfort him and bring him back to his senses.

In the fading light of dusk, you find yourself running through a dense, burned out forest after patching up Orpheus, he was heavily injured almost as if someone dug pickaxe in his shoulder, the air thick with an otherworldly stillness. As you navigate the winding paths, a sense of melancholy weighs heavy on your heart, you haven’t seen Norton since yesterday…

Lost in thought, you stumble upon a secluded clearing adorned with a wide firepit. As you approach to get some warmth, heavy thudding caught your attention. your eyes widen in disbelief at the sight before you. Emerging from behind a wall was the hunter…who looked strangely familiar…

It couldn’t be right?

Caught off guard, a rush of emotions floods through you, Your heart aches at the sight of the creature who resembles the stubborn man under your care…Norton's plight, the anguish in his eyes mirroring the turmoil within your own soul. Despite the fear and unease that threaten to overtake you, the depth of your feelings for Norton refuses to waver.

Gathering your resolve, you step forward, your every movement fueled by a potent mix of angst and unwavering affection. As you draw near, you reach out to him, offering a reassuring touch, though he did not move…he seemed to be confused and….angry…

As you reach out to Norton, your heart racing with a mix of trepidation, you are met with a moment of hesitation in his haunted eyes. A flicker of surprise dances across his distorted features, and for a fleeting instant, the anguish etched into his countenance softens as he registers your unwavering presence.

Slowly, almost tentatively, Norton's monstrous form begins to relax, his towering figure slumping almost imperceptibly as the weight of your touch and the depth of your emotions wash over him. In that fragile moment, a hint of vulnerability pierces through him, and you sense the fear; confusion in his eye

“ Norton…”

He doesn’t reply but only continues to watch you.

As your hand makes contact with his, a tremor passes through Norton, his monstrous facade flickering in response to the warmth of your touch. The anguish in his eyes softens, and a fragile sense of calm settles over the clearing. It’s much bigger than yours and very hard but soft at the same time.

With each passing moment, you offer quiet words of solace, your whispers carrying the weight of your emotions, weaving a fragile tapestry of comfort and understanding. Your steadfast presence becomes a tether for Norton, grounding him amidst the tempest of his affliction.

Norton slowly lowers down and Sits on the ground, grabbing you by the waist causing you to gasp slightly at the sudden touch, and held you in place infront of him, probably trying to process the situation. You seem familiar…and your smell is quite soft and comforting.

…too comforting

You let him do as he pleased. No wonder what might happen if you anger him.

you find a wellspring of courage and continue your fingertips along Norton's stiff form, your touch soft and deliberate, Starting from his arms, you run your hands along the rocky skin, your touch a gentle caress that seeks to soothe the rages within him. As your hands trail upward, you feel the weight of his affliction, yet your resolve remains unshaken,

Slowly, your touch finds its way to his shoulders where his flesh was slightly warm, rubbing and massaging the tension in his body. Norton would slip out a quiet sigh here and there. Seems like he’s enjoying it.

Gently, your hands find their way to his chest, which made him grunt slightly, yet never made a move to stop you from caressing his dull skin.

Finally, your touch finds its way to his neck running your fingers along his pulse; reaching his ears giving them a little attending before going to his face, your fingers tracing the haunting contours with a delicate reverence. Cubbing his cheek, grazing your thumb in small shapes. You couldn’t help but pinch them. Giggling slightly as you do so.

Norton however tugged your waist, which made you yelp, cutting off your cooing. His grip tightening a little too hard for your liking. A growl warning you to not get too carried away.

You shiver slightly taking in his form again, your gaze meets his; he remains still, eyes locked with yours. Trying to lighten up the mood you reach up to play with his hair, running your fingers through his soft locks. As your fingers weave through his hair, a subtle shift in the air catches your attention, and you feel Norton draw closer, his presence a tangible weight against your skin. A nervous flutter stirs within you as he leans in, his breath warm against your neck as he takes in the unfamiliar scent that surrounds you.

Dragging his cold nose across the skin of your neck…Norton growls.

There’s a sent of another man.

A familiar one

And he doesn’t like that one…

[fishermanshook]

LOVELANGUAGE.com (Suvivors! x gn!reader)

# day 6 w/ @philomena-propellente ‘s valentines event! , cut 4 length , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

You just started dating them, and now it’s your job to figure out just how they show their undying love for you.

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The Prospector 

Norton doesn’t have the money to buy or get you anything fancy. It hurts his heart a little because he would love to splurge a bit on you, but also being stuck in a dangerous manor game doesn’t help either of your situations. (Especially when you are low on clues to get food…)

Norton’s love language is Physical Touch. This man is (already) all over you from the beginning to the end of your relationship. He just loves the way you feel in his arms and it makes him feel a tone better.

You should also make sure to reciprocate these actions. Norton will probably feel even more loved by you knowing that you want to touch him as well.

Please hold this man gently in your hands as he rests his head on your lap.

The Journalist

Alice most likely has her time slots filled with random things she has to get done, so as her partner, she would like you to understand and accept the fact that she can’t spend a lot of time around or with you. What she can do, are Acts of Service.

What she lacks in time management she makes up for in getting things done for you. Too tired to grab your laundry? She’s on it. Need a snack but you're too lazy to go and get it? She’ll be right back babe. And as a last resort, she would take your place in a match for you. ONLY if something bad has come up and the two of you have discussed every possible route you can take. (and only if you promise to heal her up + kiss her bandages.)

Alice adores every part of you and she seems like one to not fall very easily. So be thankful and glad to have someone like her in your life, and don’t take her for granted.

Please be gentle with her cuts and bruises as you heal her back up again.

The Mercenary 

Naib loves his alone time as much as he loves you, and he loves you a lot. Like Alice, you have to understand that he sometimes needs to be on his own for the time being. You search for him if you’d like, but he’d rather only wish you do if it’s an emergency. He will seek you out when he wishes for you to see you. (and that’s often.)

Naib seems like he would also dabble in Acts of Service. He’d do a lot for you, free of charge. Well, as long as you’ll cuddle him later. (Maybe make him something sweet?) The Mercenary would go as far as to kill for you, but would only wish to resort to this if necessary.

Naib is a man of few words and has his walls up at all times. (Like someone else I know… *cough cough* GANJI *cough cough*) You’ve managed to worm into his heart and he doesn’t plan on letting go any time soon.

Please hold this man in your arms when he inevitably wakes up from his recurring nightmares.

Cheerleader

Lily can be easily described as a bundle of energy just waiting to be released. She’s a great company and fills any void of loneliness in your bones. She is bright, funny, and overall an amazing person.

Lily has been cheering on others her entire life. Encouraging her brother as she watched him climb the ranks is a fond memory of hers and is cherished deeply. For these and many other reasons, Lily’s love language is Words of Affirmation.

To think that Lily’s enthusiasm would lack or stop when it came to you is just silly. If anything, it grows even stronger. You become her motivation to take on the day and the challenges that come with it. To run for her life if it meant she gets to see you at the exit game waiting for her arrival.

Please cheer her on as well, she needs you just as much as you need her.

The Seer

Eli should have predicted this, should’ve known he would fall head over heels for someone in the manor. But at last, you can’t change the past, or the future. Eli’s learned that the hard way. So while you're here with him now, let him bask in the light you radiate.

Eli Clark is one for Words of Affirmation alongside Physical Touch. Your skin is warm against his and envelops him completely. The Seer has always kept you close to him. Whether it be his hand entangled in yours, an arm around your waist, or anything else, he enjoys keeping you close to him.

Eli knows how words can affect people, so he always tries to compliment you when he can. Your outfit, your match performance, anything, and everything gets a smile and a nice compliment from him.

Please let this man wrap his arms around your waist as he hums an unrecognizable song in your ears.

The Priestess

Fiona is a self-proclaimed devotee to her god, but nowadays, she finds her devotion slipping. Her faith, disintegrating into ashes the longer she’s stuck in here. It’s given her a lot of time to think, but it’s also given her more time to spend with you. To forget about the unknown wonders of the world and just embrace your presence in its entirety.

Fiona Gilman’s love language is undoubtedly Quality Time.  She enjoys nothing more than to spend time with you outside the games. She doesn’t mind what or who it’s with, just that you're there. She also seems like she’s a sucker for picnics. Just the two of you is best, but if you insist on having others then that’s fine as well.

The Priestess has spent most of her days devoting herself to her religion and belief, which you don’t shame her for. She knows that her beliefs may not align with others, but she appreciates that you don’t give her crap about it. If she ever does find her faith in her god restoring, she would love to show you some of her practices.

Please accompany her on walks long after your curfew with only the stars as your witnesses.

ADDED BONUS’! 

 Bloody Queen

Mary was born with wealth and nobility to her name, she knows the power money has over people and the influence it can make. So she more than understands the currency of this strange manor. Not that she’s complaining though, she has more than enough clues and fragments to last a lifetime.

Mary Kriegburg's love language is Gifting. She has the clues too, so why not splurge on a new outfit for her daring? It’s the best way for her to show you that no amount of money can compare to the love that floods her unbeating heart.

If you do end up gifting something back to her, handmade or bought, she will cherish it. It may seem that Mary doesn’t like the handmade doll you made of her, but she sleeps with it during the nights you can’t accompany her. Her bed does feel cooler without you.

Please cherish everything she gives you, as she will do the same for you.

 The Photographer

Joseph doesn't get to see you often, as the two of you have your respective matches you're forced to perform in. And for whom? You'll never know. When your games are done for the day, he'll choose to seek you out. While he does prefer his own alone time, he wishes to be with you.

Joseph Desaulniers's love language has to do with Quality Time. He spends his time wisely so that he can save more for when both of you are available. The Photographer enjoys afternoon tea parties with you. Talk about anything or keep your mouth shut, he won't mind either. Your presence warms his dead body and it's such a welcoming feeling for the man that he yearns for it.

Joseph has already lost his brother in an already tragic manner, the Photographer keeps you close to ensure you don't meet an unexpected demise while he's not there. No, he doesn't want you to go back to your dorm room yet. Just stay by him for a moment longer and let him know you're not going anywhere one last time.

Please soak up the sun with him as he takes another picture of you.

note: RAHHHHHH I LOVE THIS (don’t come at me if you thought different love languages for them okay 😭)

(2024)©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform

[princesslocket]

Fandoms: 第五人格 | Identity V (Video Game)  

Rating: General Audience

Warnings: No Achieve Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Norton Campbell | Prospector, Alice DeRoss | Journalist, Melly Plinius | Entomologist

Relationships: Norton Campbell | Prospector/Alice DeRoss | Journalist

Additional Tags: Gifting of flowers, Mutual Pining, Fluff if you squint, It's there more so towards the end

Summary: When returning to the manor Norton comes across a unique hybrid of flowers. His initial instinct is to leave them as they are but when a certain journalist comes to mind he makes the decision to bring them along with him.

[thekeeperofdreams]

Norton Campbell

fluff - 🧲

angst -🍺

NSFW/suggestive - 🍩

Once Upon a Dream 🧲 (light)🍩

[freakspectors]

SURVIVORS.

✦ NORTON CAMPBELL - SMUT HEADCANONS.

✦ INFRUNAMI - ORPHEUS SMUT.

HUNTERS.

✦ JACK , THE RIPPER - SMUT HEADCANONS.

✦ SELECTIVE MUTE READER - FLUFF.

✦ WU CHANG AND CHUBBY FEM READER - SMUT HEADCANONS.

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