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norton 🤤 pits 🤤 after 🤤 a 🤤 long 🤤 hot 🤤 day 🤤 in 🤤 the 🤤 mines 🤤
He won't be safe from a good sniffing from us before he has a chance to wash up... Though he's gonna grumble and groan, he still allows just a bit of sniffage, just to keep you from whining...
Yeah, sorry, I didn't like how it turned out and I couldn't rewrite it without changing the entire post. I'll probably rewrite the entire thing and then post it. Wasn't my proudest work Anon,, :(
(I feel like this quotes fits him so yeah. Can I have a possessive/jealous Norton. )
٠ ࣪⭑ synopsis : Your coupled bath leads to confrontation from your possessive prospector.
٠ ࣪⭑content warnings : Yandere Norton, gn!reader, established relationship. toxic relationship, forced proximity. Reader is afraid of Norton. He make's reader cry.
٠ ࣪⭑author's note: So glad this was regular yan!norton and not his fools gold counterpart, he's worse.
Silence stretches between you both uncomfortably as the bathwater disappears down the drain. You watched it disappear while Norton keeps his arms locked around you, refusing to let you go. The bathroom light flickers faintly. The faucet keeps dripping into the empty tub. Drip, Drip, Drip.
The noise should've irritated you, the flickering light was just as bad. But now, with his chest warm against your cold damp back and the tension sitting thicker than honey in your throat, you found odd comfort in it.
“I hate when you act like you didn’t do anything wrong.” Norton mutters against your skin, wet and warm as he wraps his arms around you, holding you still. His head rests on your shoulder until you look away. Making him frown. “Hey. I’m talking to you.”
His hand turns your face forcefully back toward him before he kisses you. Rough, messy, teeth clashing, all heat and frustration from watching you talk to other people, not just men, but women too. His envy boiling to the surface, rearing it's ugly head. He pulls away only when you gasp for air, calmer now that he’s gotten a reaction out of you. Though, still not satisfied.
“You’re too friendly with them,” he murmured settling against your shoulder again. “Don’t do that.” he paused. “I don’t like them touching you." He sighs, relaxing his grip on you.
Minutes passed, his hold on you not as possessive as before. Just as you think you were allow a breather Norton's grip tightens, again. "You know I don't like it when they touch you." Norton says accusingly. Gritting his teeth in irritation.
You can feel a lump form in your throat, almost wanting to cry, to give in and plead forgiveness for something you weren't sure if you were even guilty for. You hold back a whimper, hoping he doesn't notice. You expect him to intimidate or coerce answers out of you, but he doesn't. For once. He finally relents and his hold on you softens, seemingly satisfied thay you were already punishing yourself emotionally.
"Kiss me and I'll let us go." Norton said. Would've been charming under normal circumstances, but all you feel is a sense of helplessness as your teary gaze meets his.
٠ ࣪⭑ author's note: disappeared for a year, sowwyyyyyyy. He also kinda comes off as virginal. Like a mutt deciding if he likes to bite. Notice a spelling/grammer error? LMK and I'll change it.
Norton let out a strained and breathy groan as he collapsed against your chest, breath hitching hard in his throat as he spilled onto your chest. “Oh, oh- fuck…” he sighs shakily, his forehead nearly dropping to your past shoulder. His forearms framed your head, fingers trembling slightly as he tried to steady himself. Desperately trying not crush you beneath his weight.
“Oh, Norton… you, uh-”
“Yeah, I know,” he interrupted softly, a sheepish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Just got a little too excited to see you. Been a while since we've, ah.. " He says, running a hand through his hair.
He adjusted his length back beneath the waistband of his boxers before staying there for another moment, still straddling your chest while his breathing slowly began to ease. The warmth of him lingered against your chest, intimate and unguarded in a way that made his stomach twist in knots.
His stomach knotted itself further when he feels the need to press his lips against your temple, or anywhere really. Almost doing so without thinking, but he hesitates and ultimately doesn't.
Eventually, he slid down beside you on the bed with a quiet hum. The room fell still except for the sound of both your breathing. His hand drifted lazily over your chest, fingertips smearing his spunk absentmindedly as he stared at you through half-lidded eyes. “Sorry,” he murmured, voice rough and low. his gaze now soft and lifted to meet yours, dark irises softening. “Want me to take care of you too?” He offers, waiting until you gave him the go ahead with a nod. Now finding himself leaning down and bringing one of your nipples in-between his knuckles, and the other in his mouth while slotting himself between your legs.
"Yeah, just give me a few minutes and I'll be ready to go again." He says, tasting the saltiness from his spunk off you. Eagerly lapping at your hardening bud once hearing you whimper. Slipping his knee further between your legs, rubbing his knee against your crotch. All while maintaining eye contact as he does so.
Norton can feel the familiar arousal pooling in his stomach making him lightheaded, he pulls away, taking a breather. A string of saliva connecting from his lips to your areola. He brings his hand up to his lips, wiping away his spit. The mattress creaks uncomfortably against the floor as he grinds against you. He grunted, feeling his cock began to stiffen against his boxers.
He lowered his head again slowly, almost reverently this time, lips brushing against your other nipple with warm, open-mouthed kisses that made your breath hitch. The scrape of his teeth was light, almost teasing rather than rough, almost curiosity. Enough to send a shiver through you. A quiet groan left him at your reaction, muffled against your skin as though he couldn’t help himself.
You could feel the heat radiating from him now, the growing tension in the way his hips pressed against yours. The thin fabric of his boxers did little to hide how stiff he’d gotten, his cock straining beneath them every time he rolled his hips. But it quickly turned beyond desperate. His body moved instinctively against yours, chasing relief, every thrust becoming more frantic than the last.
The room filled with soft sounds. Uneven labored breathing, the rhythmic creak of the mattress beneath you both, the quiet wet noises of his kisses against your skin. The prospector seemed completely lost in it, in you. Every so often he’d pull back just enough to breathe, only to dive right back in as if he couldn’t stand the distance for even a second.
Then with a soft pop, he pulled away from your chest entirely. His lips were flushed and damp, his breathing shaky. He reached for your hands immediately, threading his calloused fingers tightly through yours like he needed something steady to hold onto. His grip tightened every time his hips snapped forward frantically
Minutes passed by in heated tension. Norton’s composure unraveled little by little with every thrust. Breathless groans spilled from him freely now, mixed with hushed curses under his breath. His forehead dropped against your shoulder, and you could feel how sweaty he had become, how exhausting he was trying to hold himself together.
“Fucking… hell…” he breathed unevenly, hips stuttering against yours.
The pleasure kept building, twisting knots tighter and tighter inside him until his movements lost all practiced rhythm. His thrusts turned sloppy, rushed, totally helpless. He squeezed your hands harder, the bed creaking relentlessly beneath the force of his movements as he chased that overwhelming rush.
Then suddenly he slumped over, allowing himself to actually collaspe atop of you this time.
A broken grunt tore from his throat as his whole body jerked against yours. His hips bucked before stuttering to a complete stop altogether. Norton let out a strained groan, breath hot against your neck as he came untouched into his boxers, the sensation overwhelming. His boxers now damp with sweat and his own cum.
“Ah, ah, what the hell. Shit." He curses, his brows knitted together in annoyance.
For a moment he stayed frozen atop of you, chest heaving as he tried to recover from the intensity of it. Norton's face buried near your shoulder while the aftermath left him flushed with embarrassment and almost shame.
His fingers loosened around yours, dreading to let go completely, so he doesn't.
“Sorry…” he muttered through gritted teeth, voice rough and uneven, carrying embarrassment once realizing he cummed early. Again.
ong i struggle to finish my requests these days, it's not that the requests are bad, it's me. I cannot keep up with the forever changing lore in the characters, so many of my drafts are outdated because of the letters 💀
LMAOOO I don't think it helps that I've been here since early idv season 10 when we barely had any info on the characters and I had to go off based off the idv in character tweets.
It's not that I don't wanna write, I do, but I've been on the side of knowing everything abt the character only for them to be ooc. augggh sorry babes
hello! I know you have alot on your plate and I am willing to wait I love andrew and luca fighting over us (by us I mean th reader) that leads to a threesome (if you're comfy) if not then maybe what they'd do to win the reader over? (Ps this is my first time requesting anything! So this is new and cool to me)
✮⋆˙. Synopsis: Andrew and Luca don't bode well on many things, the only thing they can agree on is you. 1/2(?)
✮⋆˙. A/N: originally I was gonna cuck Andrew LOOL, this is way too long than I expected it to be. This is just sorta a warmup before I go to my other rqs. Maybe I'll make a p2.
They don't get along. They're absolutely sick of each other, just knowing the other is breathing the same air as you and him is enough to irritate them both. Constantly glaring at each other and starting pity arguments that lead to nowhere but to your frustration.
But they love you, they adore you. They tell you in hushed whispers that you are their salvation, that you were in their lives as proof as forgiveness from the gods itself.
Your head is tilted as Andrew smothered his lips into a sloppy uncoordinated kiss, he's swallowing your moans that it almost makes him want to groan into your mouth. No matter how many times you've kissed, whether hot and heavy, or soft and chaste, he kisses with inexperience.
"Don't keep em all to yourself, they're mine too." Luca sighs, watching Andrew pull his lips away from yours. A string of saliva keeping you and the gravekeeper connected.
"Acknowledge me, I'm here too, love me too." The dark-haired male said with a slight frown, turning your cheek to face him. Only a breath away as he wiped the saliva away from your chin with his thumb. Andrew's brow knit together in dismay, watching the Prisoner break the string of saliva that bonded you two together. Silently giving the prisoner a not so pleased look.
You felt short-winded, the kiss so lightheaded inducing that your vision doubled for seconds as you caught your breath. Next thing you knew, your lips were captured into another kiss that wasn't sloppy and uncoordinated as before. Instead, it was eager and enthusiastic that it was almost forceful.
Andrew's lips turned into a thin line, watching Luca use a little more intensity he would've liked for you. Instead, he sighed and kept his eyes on your body. Watching your thighs rub together. Making Andrew's own lower region boil uncomfortably with heat. Seeing you completely nude while he and Luca were fully clothed was.. certainly making him feel some sort of way.
Andrew pealed his coat, dropping it onto the floor. The sound of his coat hitting the floor was comparable to sand falling to the soft noises you made and shared with Luca. As Luca was hunched over you, he was kissing you breathlessly. Almost forgetting to let you breathe as his tongue swirled against yours, his tongue sucking on yours relentlessly. Right before pulling away entirely, he spat in your mouth. "Mm, there we go." He exhaled, patting your cheek as he sat up.
"Don't be uncouth." Andrew said with disdain, looking over at Luca. Only to be met with a half effortless shrug. Andrew shook his head, leaning in for another kiss. Only this time much more gentle, giving you a little nudge to open your jaw. His tongue pressed against the bottom of your mouth. Sucking the prisoners saliva out of your mouth and swallowing it as he pulled away.
"Uncouth? Then that's just raunchy and obscene." The brunette recoiled, his eyebrows raising. Seeing Andrew steal his 'parting gift' to you.
"Never mind that, now what?" Andrew asked, begrudgingly looking back and forth between you and the prisoner. It wasn't that Andrew was naive to sex, but he's inexperienced and threes a crowd when it came to this sort of thing. It's a little too much when someone is grabbing what he's reaching for, especially if they aren't as keen on sharing just like him.
"We let them choose who goes first." Luca responded, grinning down at you as the two towered over you. Looking at you expectedly.
Not a request or anything, but the fact that people are so bold to be sending mean messages while having anon on is wild...😨
Like, this is your blog... Of course you have the choice to write whatever you want as well as being able to choose what requests to do and stuff... So for them to be mad when you take awhile or stray from writing something that isn't a yandere romance for like once is just kind of... Iffy...🤨
Anyways, don't let the mean comments get to you, and continue to do what you enjoy! Also love your work!
(I don't know how to end little rants and it is showing...😥)
✮⋆˙. Synopsis: Ino takuma x gyaru/gyaruo relationship headcannons
✮⋆˙. Content warning: non yandere, jealousy mention. maybe ooc ino?? He's kinda,, just a guy.
✮⋆˙. A/N: I wish it was 2020 again I have new ways to ruin my life.
• Ino hasn't dated much, maybe out on a couple of dates and mixers, but it had never led to anywhere serious or long-term due to him being a sorcerer. So he's ecstatic to have a total babe like you into him. Especially if you're the one who's making the moves on his giddy ass. With the way he's head over heels over you, you might think your his first relationship.
• The more time you spend together, the more you kinda rub off of him. If you ever use gyaru slang around him or if he's eavesdropping on you while you chat with your friends, he's quick to pick it up and add it to his own vocabulary.
• You rub off of him so much that he lowkey borrows some of your gyaruo magazine archives. He probably won't dress up in gyaruo unless he feels like matching with you.
• Probably accidentally texted Nanami: "Your little boy toy misses you~~~ (*ゝω･*)" into his dms, thinking he was replying to you while trying to mimic your cute emoticons.
• Nanami did in fact NOT miss him.
• But mostly, it's a cover-up for him to snag a magazine so he can use it as a guide for getting you presents. Even then, he's so into that matching couples thing that it's kinda sick. He knows he bagged a dreamboat like you, and now it's everyone's problem. You seriously got him swinging his feet while he's texting you. (ewwww)
• Would put you in his Instagram bio, and bling up his cellphone to match yours. He's so in love with you that it's sorta overbearing to anyone around you. You guys are the 'IT couple' at that point.
• If you're a gal that likes getting your nails down, he likes tagging along just so he can foot the bill cause one, he loooooves you. Two, it makes him feel manly, and it's an ego boost. (Even if you're a guy yourself)
• If you're a gyaruo, your wardrobe is kinda his now, sorry. He's kinda been biting your style since you've been dating him. New jacket? Mind if he borrows that? Oh, by the way, he took one of your belts this morning. Hope you don't mind!
• I'd argue that Ino is a pretty confident guy who's secure. But whenever you go out to those gyaru & gyaruo hangouts, he feels a little jealousy forming in his stomach.
• Especially if your *super* close with them, his heart literally falls out of his ass. What if you just decide one day to dump him because he doesn't match your style? What if you met your soul mate who matches you completely? Fashion sense and all.
• He always thought of himself as your other half, your cherry on top of your ice cream sundae, your teddy bear, your boo thang.
• PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't dump him, a total babe like you has completely changed his type. Nobody will ever amount to you. Forget whatever his type was before, his literal type is you.
• Ino himself would never admit this or say it out loud, but he lowkey dreams about a stereotypical gyaru/gyaruo wedding with you.
• Even if you mention it as a little joke, or simply just playing around with the idea of it. He seems to be a little *too* interested..
Characters: , Eli Clark, Norton Campbell, Naib Subedar. Edgar Valden
content warnings: gn!reader, mostly sfw. Not really yandere, but can be read as one. Established relationships. Cockwarming in Norton's but it's not really sexual.
A/N: almost at 100 followers so I kinda wanna do a special. Someone should commission me and I'll write you whatever you want, give me sanrio photographer or buffy and my life is yours‼️‼️
Eli was surprised after finding out, he's a little traditional and modest when it came to clothes, but oddly enough, he wasn't against it. Eli can't help but think it's a little cute and endearing, though. Mainly because he thinks he's at the point of your relationship where you're comfortable doing 'weird' things with him. His biggest concern is you catching a cold. Eli prefers to keep his sleepwear on, so he won't join you in sleeping naked. Though, maybe on a hot summer night, he'd strip down to his boxers just so he can spoon you comfortably without overheating the both of you. Eli likes having you relying on him whether you realize it or not, so he prefers to stay up until you've fallen asleep so he can cover you with a blanket, it's more an act of love and reassurance that you won't accidentally catch a cold.
After you started doing it, It didn't take Norton too long to follow. He likes the close intimacy he gets from cuddling nude with you. Norton is aware he's high maintenance as a lover, to him, it's total reassurance that he's the only one for you. Reassurance that you love and trust him no matter what. The type of intimacy only he and he alone can have with you. It gives him a little pep in his step the next day. It's something looks forward to each night. He looks forward to your shared nightly routine just as much as waking up with you. I'd think at some point you two decide to kick it up a notch with cockwarming, something to keep you two locked in place together. He finds nothing as relaxing than burying himself nice and deep inside you while his arms keep you in a tight embrace.
Naib already likes sleeping in his boxers, so he doesn't really have a reaction. At least, that's what you think when you go under the covers on your shared bed. He's internally questioning himself. Is it okay to hold you? Where does he even put his hands without it being weird? Is he even allowed to look? For the first couple nights, he doesn't hold you like he usually does. But after a while, he gets used to it. Although, he won't join you in going full comando unless he just got out of the shower and dried himself fully, but he's keeping his boxers on when it comes to sleep. Naib isn't one for opening up or heart to heart conversations but having your head against his chest, and your limbs entangled with his provides comfort for him. He's a mercenary, someone who has killed for his own benefit. So it's complete solace when you ramble in a sleepy voice about your day knowing you trust him wholeheartedly.
Edgar can't help but scoff when you join him nude under the covers, he's seen your nude form before. You're his lover and muse, of course he'd seen every inch of you. As much as you're breathtaking, he's annoyed. He bought you a whole collection of all sorts of sleepwear made from the most richest material money can buy. Only the best for his lover, he can't have his muse wearing cheap clothing. Linen, silk, cotton, satin, and chiffon. With all sorts of designs he commissioned personally. Tailored to your exact size, some with your favorite colour's, colour's that match you. He even made sure the fabrics were light and breathable, and yet you choose to sleep naked? When the initial annoyance settles, he begins to feel a little flustered, yes he's seen you naked before, he has done full body portraits of you. But somehow this feels different. He can't explain why, but it feels more intimate than any canvas he's painted of you. Now, to him, it cements your love for him. That in the dead of the night, that you aren't his muse right now. But his lover. The one you love the most.
your blog has like.. no rules so I don't know if I'm branching on smth wrong but uhhh,, do u think ubcould elaborate on nsfw w ithauqa on ur rent-a-gf/bf au... 👁👁
ೀ. summary: Ithaqua is trying to talk you out of the rent-a-girlfriend/boyfriend service once again. So you help take his mind off it for a while.
ೀ. content: handjobs, making out, jealousy, commitment issues, gn reader. reader is kinda a bitch in this one. Ithaqua is mad/upset. He says he hates you but doesn't mean it.
ೀ. a/n: kinda weird this came out before his general headcannons. I don't know anything about ithaqua so.. If anyone has suggestions how to write for ithaqua personality wise uhh comment cause I have three related rqs for him.
As you unbutton his jeans he can't help but sigh. Looking away with a look of jealousy. His envy boils uncomfortably in his stomach and it hangs heavy on his heart. You two aren't an item and yet, he still can't help but feel slightly cheated on.
"Giving me a handjob isn't gonna change my mind, you deserve better. You can always just.. " Ithaqua says, his eyebrows knit together.
"I really don't." You hum as you interrupt him, not even looking at him as you pull his pants and boxers down.
Ithaqua swallows thickly, feeling the cold air hit his tip. Making him hiss. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a small groan comes out as you began to move your hand up and down his length.
"F-Fuck, I mean it. You can live with me and I'll-- shit!!" He curses, using his hand to over his mouth.
Meanwhile, you gave a soft and slow lick along his shaft, all the way up to his tip. Ithaqua was breathing heavily, trying to silence his noises. His mind becoming more hazy the more you messed with him.
"Agh!! Fucking hell! I don't-.. I don't.. understand you.." He hissed, throwing his head back. His legs twitching.
"I don't expect you to." You reply back. Pressing another teasing lick.
"Mhhg.. I hate you.." He winces softly, the lie falling from his lips. Looking down at you as precum begins to form on his tip. You waste no time swirling your tongue around his tip, tasting his essence before engulfing him whole.
Ithaqua let's out breathy moans, mixed of your name and curses. His hand cupping your cheek, his thumb gently brushing against youe cheek affectionately while you effortlessly bobbed your head up and down his shaft.
The jealousy dies down, but it still boils uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach like an kettle that's about to explode. He feels good right now, and yet his heart feels heavy.
Ithaqua isn't stupid. He knows he's not the only one. He doesn't wanna know who else you do this with. But when you look up at him through your pretty lashes, the resentment and jealousy that bulit up fades away as a more euphoric one takes place. As much as he's yours, your not his. But moments like this, he can pretend you are.
