Norton Campbell's libido & moments of arousal and release
Rating: Mature (Do not interact with this post if you are not 18+ or legally considered an adult in your country, or if you simply don't want to.)
Tags: NSFW themes, brief mentions of blood and injury, Norton having a crush (and a bit about how it develops), gender!neutral reader, male!masturbation, yearning
A/N: I'm a big supporter of the virgin Norton agenda! It's pretty long, but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did (^-^)
(Backstory)
Norton has spent the majority of his life trying to survive. First, and for the longest, as a miner, then as a prospector, and at the moment as a participant in the games of the manor.
That being said, his lifestyle has definitely taken a toll on his body. Due to not eating enough, minimal exposure to sunlight in his developmental years, and the lack of proper, restful sleep, Norton is quite malnourished.
And of course, the lung disease. The guarantee that even breathing, the one thing he needs to do literally all the time just to stay alive, will bring him pain. Perhaps this is the worst thing he got from a life in poverty.
To add to all of this, apart from maybe his childhood years before he started working, he really doesn't have many sources of happiness. All he's ever done is slave away in those dark, cramped and dangerous mines. The only real good things he's experienced are a glass of milk and some bread to fill his stomach.
And let's not forget how no one was even there for him after the accident. So many people knew him and how much he struggled to change his impoverished fate, but none of them cared enough about him to even ask about it.
(End of backstory)
Norton had been seen as a difficult person all his life by his peers. As such, he has no real connections. He has been profoundly alone. Despite coexisting in certain spaces with people most of the time, he's a pretty isolated guy.
Physical and emotional wellbeing are crucial for a body to work properly. Not to mention his lung disease. Safe to say, Norton cannot afford such luxuries.
Moreover, human connection is one of the best ways to awaken and enhance sexual desire. Unfortunately, what is to many a normal part of life they take for granted, is a privelege Norton hasn't had the chance to indulge in.
This Norton likely has a pretty low libido. If things don't improve for him anytime soon, it could be called non existent.
It's not that he doesn't feel anything, he just hasn't had a proper chance to explore possibilities.
Perhaps after he enters the manor, starts eating and resting properly, and maybe interacts with people a little more, things might improve in the physical and social aspects. By extension, the mental as well.
However, unless he meets someone special to ignite a spark within him, it'll probably stay something he can't quite grasp, and ends up giving up on in favour of focusing on more productive things.
His time is limited, after all. Might as well make the most of it, and focus on improving his future rather than wasting the present on such nonsensical matters.
(If he does meet that special person)
Upon first meeting you, he'll recognise you're someone he could consider attractive. It's mostly as a memo (or so he says) to keep track of your movements in the manor, though. He doesn't think he stands a chance romantically, so he doesn't dwell on it.
After spending time together, he gets to know that you're not only pleasant to look at, but also to be around. He starts checking out to see if you're okay more often, subtly concerned instead of just looking for weaknesses, and before he realises it he starts doing it without a particular reason as well.
By this point, Norton has caught wind of his interest in you.
A compassionate, understanding person would earn his affections personality wise. But being directly on the receiving and of your wonderful, caring personality is what would tip him over the edge. For example, if you had to help him physically during a match, or if you helped patch him up after it.
The former could be grabbing his hand to help him run away when the hunter is too close and his coughs get too intense. Maybe even helping him stand up, again if he has a coughing fit which hinders his movements. And a once-over afterwards, just to make sure he's okay.
Normally he doesn't like showing weakness or others being concerned over him. He doesn't want people to pity him. It's part of the reason why he works so hard, and why he behaves so coarsely.
The fact that you noticed his coughing got too much to handle and took action immediately, effectively saving him, and the brief moment of eye contact to check if he's alright as you're running away together–
In that moment he's just trying to get away. But after the game finishes, and he gets to go to his bedroom for the night, his thoughts drift over to how good you looked in that moment you made eye contact. It was brief, but it could remember it very clearly, like it lasted way longer than it actually did.
This totally gets the gears turning in his head. It's when he realises his interest has delved into something deeper. Attraction. However, it isn't enough to get him to touch himself just yet. More like a pleasant thought to replay in his head before he drifts off for the night... and for the next few nights, until something else happens.
Some days later, he gets into a rather interesting predicament. Feeling your heartbeat while you two are in a, now cramped, closet together.
You were running away from the hunter, along with two other survivors, and in your panic, both entered the same closet. He can't tell if the pounding in his chest is because of the hunter, or you.
He doesn't like tight spaces normally, but he has no thoughts to spare on that in the panic of the moment, and while locked in with you. Though he wishes it wouldn't have come to this, he's glad it's you in here with him.
Norton is also a big guy, and the closet happens to be pretty small, so no matter your size, you two are squeezed pretty closely together.
The proximity, the occasional eye contact, and lots of panting, and coughing on his part, as you two are trying to understand the hunter's whereabouts and next move, are really affecting him in the moment.
Luckily for him, he's much too anxious about your situation in that moment for anything to happen. The last thing he'd want in that moment is to seem like a creep.
That evening though, while resting on his bed and replaying the interaction, his blood starts flowing again. It's much different this time. He's not running from anyone, so there's nothing to distract him from how his body is feeling. More specifically, how its reacting to thoughts of you.
Norton hasn't really had this much time to himself, nor has he ever really been this well fed and rested. Weird as the manor and its guests may be, it gave him the opportunity to experience a normalcy he hadn't so far.
And of course, the chance to meet you. And to keep meeting you, every day, until he expected and looked forward to it. While he briefly acknowledges this, he's preoccupied with a strange feeling throughout his body.
It's a mild tingle throughout his whole body. He's felt similarly before, when he's been anxious about something, but it's not quite the same. It's also accompanied by a sort of intensity, mostly concentrated in his lower parts.
Though he is aware of certain stuff from what he's heard from other miners, and what he's seen while walking back from his job at night, he hasn't really been able to experience it this way before.
He's mostly heard the very vulgar details in the mines, and whatever he may have seen on the road was already happening. This is a beginning he logically knew would've had to happen, but hadn't taken part of so far.
Admittedly, he didn't really know what it entailed. Curiosity practically puppeteering his next moves, he slowly ran his hands over his body experimentally.
He noticed one thing immediately – that he felt every brush of his hand, no matter how gentle or hard, so much more intensely. Hell, even his mouth got a little more wet.
He felt like his mind was clouded with this sort of craving that he couldn't quite place. How could he crave something he hadn't had, after all?
The next time he felt like this, he'd readily and cheekily spit an answer: "Instinct."
But right now, he was a little overwhelmed with everything and a little mad at himself for it. He was also frustrated with the cards he's been dealt so far in life –they were part of the reason why this all is so new to him, after all–, though this was more of a muted, background feeling.
Norton Campbell is a stubborn, prideful man. He'd get as much sleep as he could, absolutely devour his breakfast the next morning, and deal with the problem tomorrow. No way he's letting something like this keep him from enjoying a comfortable night in a soft bed.
The killshot happens the very next day. The morning and noon go about like usual, and then it's time for a match. Unexpectedly, something very normal happens that changes the aftermath of the game.
It's actually insane how this hasn't happened before. He's pretty dumbfounded.
He gets hurt pretty badly, and ends up needing a bit of patching up. For a few moments, everything is a blur. He hears something in the background but can't quite make it out.
He can, however, see your concerned face. He snaps out of it, and quickly registers what's happening: You and him are in his room. He's sitting on his bed, and as you're patching him up, you notice that he's alert now, so you start explaining to him what happened.
After the match ended and everyone returned to the manor, he was in a terrible state. Too dazed and hurt to do much, you helped him to his room so he could get some privacy while you tend to his wounds. And he could get some rest directly afterwards, a win win.
He looks down at his bandaged injured torso and figures you're done with the worst of it. While you're finishing up the rest, his eyes switch over to your face. You startle for a second as his eyes meet yours, and you can both tell that you both notice it, but neither says anything.
You apologise for removing his shirt, but explain you needed to in order to tend to his wounds. "There was so much blood–"
Oh yeah, he thinks, making a mental note to wash his shirt, before he interrupts you.
"Thank you."
"Hm?" You make a brief noise of surprise, eyes wide looking directly at his own, but quickly recover. "You're welcome."
This might be the very first time you've ever seen the prospector verbally thank someone, instead of maybe a small nod once in a blue moon. Your thoughts are cut short however, when you notice the bandage on his torso is slipping.
He's stares at your alarmed and worried face for a bit as you're trying to fix his wound dressing, before leaning back to give you more access.
But then it's his turn to be caught off guard, when he feels your hand gently press on his chest to hold down the bandage as you fix it in place. He recognises the feeling immediately, and everything clicks into place.
Even though he'd really like for you to keep touching him, he's aware enough of the situation to disregard the thought. There's no way he'll mess up over something so small, not now.
Thankfully his body is in too much pain to have a physical reaction, so his response to your touch goes completely undetected by you. He lets you finish the job, and nods in gratitude as you straighten up and walk out of his room.
He lays down and rests for a few hours, maybe zones in and out of sleep for a bit, but the feeling that has completely taken over his body doesn't go away.
This time he's in a completely different kind of daze. It's not confusion this time; he knows exactly what's happening. His mind is filled with thoughts of you, and everything that's happened between you the past few days.
Images of you keep flashing in his head, and it doesn't take a long time for the fantasies to creep in. He starts picturing you wanting to get closer to him, to keep on touching him in ways that can only signify longing.
His breathing has become quicker now. Still careful as ever not to trigger a coughing fit, he starts feeling himself experimentally. He presses one hand where you did, and lets the other wander to his nether regions.
He's imagining it's you feeling his chest and thighs, a bashful but curious you, that wants to explore his body and feel his reactions with yours.
His hand has now moved under his pants, on his underwear. Just over his member. It's hard and hot now, and leaking something through the thin material. But Norton is a greedy man, and, despite being the first time he's done this, is willing to drag it as far as he can.
He's thinking of you looking at him, signaling with your eyes that you want more from him. That expression full of need, the idea that you crave him, is really doing it for him as he palms himself through his undergarments.
Before long he can feel himself getting closer to something, so he rushes to shove his hand in his underwear. With no obstructions in the way, the feeling is so intense.
He's very focused on what he's doing, so much so that he's clenching his jaw the entire time. Not really making any sounds, except for a few small groans that escape him.
Wrapped around length, his hand is tugging in an unsteady pace. His whole body feels hot, and he feels a dull pressure building up. He can't concentrate on anything other than chasing his release, so there are no thoughts. Only images of you.
Soon enough, his mind goes blank. Tense muscles straining one last time, the knot in his abdomen getting tighter and tighter, he pushes himself over the edge.
The satisfaction of his release washes over him as he finishes all over himself. The room fills with the sound of his heavy breaths accompanied by the usual coughs. For a few moments, all he does is stare at the ceiling while he's coming back down to Earth.
Though a little ashamed at having visualised you in such a state, he feels oddly refreshed. A whole new world opened up to him tonight, one he truthfully hadn't expected would within the manor.
That little reaction as he looked at you didn't evade him, you know. Maybe his dreams don't have to stay dreams after all. For the time being, he should probably wash up and open a window.
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A/N: Did you make it all the way here? I'm impressed, thank you for reading ^^
This post was originally meant to include three more universes, but the first part got way too long. I also get this feeling of "staleness" (if that makes sense) whenever a post sits in the drafts with no updates for too long, which is what happened to this one. It's been in there for about two weeks T_T
Of course, I still have plenty of ideas. I'm planning on making another post with the other three, as they won't be as long as this one.
Spoiler: one of them will be about Fool's Gold <.<
Thank you for interacting with my work, it means a lot to me to see support <3
