styptic

“I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then” ⸝⸝ matthew fairchild’s biggest glazer 19

[styptic]

new fic soon I promise writers block has been waterboarding me

[styptic]

“The dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do”

𝄢 gn reader, mild nsfw content, angst

the woman’s perfume was terribly pungent, mingling with the lingering scent of alcohol, sex, and sweat to create something acrid. aventurine’s forehead rested on her back, a bead of sweat cascading to hit the damp skin. what was her name again? aurelia? arden? he didn’t remember any longer— hadn’t bothered to, really. his thrusts were mechanical, impersonal, even as aventurine’s hands came to rest on her hips to tighten his grip. the stranger had similar hips to yours, he thought faintly. that was promptly followed by a harsher thrust, resulting in a saccharine, exaggerated moan from her.

normally, he bedded those he found particularly fetching— man and woman, never quite settling in a particular strict set of standards or features. he loved and he loved freely. gave it out like one would give spare change to those whom asked. and one night, that versatility had just.. stopped doing it for him. what really appealed to him was a familiar skin tone that resembled yours, the same shaped lips or face, and once in a while a body that resembled yours. yours. yours. yours. aventurine wasn’t sure when that switch had flipped in his brain.

at least for one night, he could focus his gaze on that certain part that reminded him of you and allow himself to imagine that it was your body beneath him. a few grunts escaped his lips. he had always hated the sounds made during sex— it reminded him of a wounded animal, like something was terribly hurt. but he wouldn’t be so rough with you, would he? his fingers left angry red half-crescents on her skin, a buzz of release slowly beginning to stir beneath his skin.

each night he slept with someone, it was always with their back turned towards him. aventurine couldn’t stand looking into their eyes, it made him sick. the one thing he couldn’t find anything close, no matter how far he searched, was your eyes. some were too bright, others too dark or a completely different shape all together. there was just something missing each time. the first few time he tried, aventurine looked away, staring at some fixed point on their neck. squeezing his eyes, aventurine allowed himself to imagine your face, his hips beginning to jerk and the pace becoming messy. the crinkle of your eyes as you laughed at his dry comment, the deft fingers that filed through the cards that were dealt, the slight smile lines that were visible when the sun hit just right.

it didn’t help. if anything, it made his stomach churn. the stranger’s body twitched and convulsed beneath him, and almost immediately the damp fingers fell away from her bundle of nerves, they instead gripped the sheets tightly. had he ever learned to love outside of sex and intimacy, he wondered. it seemed like it was all he knew— make himself useful in the bedroom and be on his way. that was his love. a choked sound left his throat as he pulled out hastily and finished somewhere on the sheets. it was possibly the reason he could only envision the two of you only in the bedroom. it was the only way for him to show his “affection.”

aventurine didn’t linger. once his body stopped its tremors, he rolled off of the stranger’s limp body and threw on his pants nimbly. the hotel had a beautiful view of the center of penacony, he noticed. after fishing the pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pockets, he finally made his way over to the balcony. a soft curse left his lips at the way his fingers still quivered holding the cigarette. he took a long draw, hunching over the balcony railing despite how cold the surface was. there always seemed to be this constant feeling of uncleanliness that followed nights like these, like he was falling back into his old ways where he was mutt existing solely to fuck and please.

but it was different he reassured himself, this time, it was out of free will. behind the cracked balcony door, there was the soft sound of stirring. aventurine wondered when she’d leave.

i lowk hope i did aventurine justice, i love writing for him he’s such an interesting character. i really apologize for the amount of time it took to post, the stomach flu + classes combo had me bracing for impact so i was a bit distracted 💔

thank you so much for the love on my previous post with luuk, i was absolutely gobsmacked so many people enjoy my writing!!

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[styptic]

luuk herssen and his dear patient!

gn reader ⤸

there was the sound of low humming outside of the office. the resonator nursing unit never seems to die or go silent, it always buzzed with life in one way or another, whether that be the sound of machines or the low chatter of nurses with patients. it had been a little over a year since luuk took you in as his patient after a bad incident of overclocking. it never seemed to get better. the only few treatments that held the symptoms at bay was some medications and sound therapy for frequencies.

“a new medication?” he questioned you softly, looking up from where he was frowning at his papers on the clipboard. he stood up from the stool, the leather creaking beneath him. “does our usual not work anymore?” luuk reached for a new pair of gloves. “no, it works, i was just.. wondering.” you shrugged, feet kicking from the bed you sat on. “i’ve just heard zantax can help with overclocking symptoms.” there was the sound of the NANA robot gliding over towards you, its interface already set to test blood pressure as always.

as if on cue, luuk frowned at the mention of zantax. a new drug that was recently made and released to the public— a shame, really. he deemed it unsafe, especially with how little tests the researchers did. the symptoms weren’t pleasant at all either. “you don’t know what you’d get yourself into.” he said plainly. “i don’t feel safe letting you take it.” you deflated. luuk only wanted the best for you, that you knew. he would spent days with you in the unit, easing your pains and testing new solutions. besides, if he held such strong opinions against it, then surely it wasn’t a very good option.

still, it didn’t bring any harm to mention it. you looked away. at seeing your almost hurt expression, luuk’s tone softened, that familiar fond look returning to his gaze. “come on, dear, just like always.” you extended your arm, heart thrumming a bit faster as he carefully tugged the sleeve further up your arm. he always smelled of the unit— antiseptic and clean linens. it was a scent as familiar as the one of your home. something low curled in your abdomen as he lightly brushed the bare expanse of your arm accidentally.

there came a low hum as he pushed the button on the NANA, the cuff tightening around your arm. “and then, we’ll check how those burns on your abdomen are doing, yes?” he asked, gaze that once rested on the robot now moving to you. luuk’s eyes were always.. strange. they held a certain warmth in them, yes, but there was something unsettlingly knowing in them as well. they were always unusually tender when landing on you. they suddenly turned questioning at your lack of response.

“what’s wrong, dear?” the NANA robot beeped twice, making luuk’s brows pinch together. two beeps usually meant a higher than usual blood pressure, and once he looked over, the robot turned out to be right. strange, it was a bit higher than usual. he pressed a combination of buttons on the machine. “try to relax for me, i can’t get a very good reading.” he requested in that terribly gentle tone.

well that was easier said than done, you thought. the tips of your ears turned the slightest shade of pink once there came more beeps from the machine. he placed a gloved hand on your knee, a titter escaping him. “how about i get someone else to get your reading?” there came a pause as he cocked his head, a fondness seeping into his teasing smile. luuk’s hand slipped off after lingering for a second longer than necessary. he was already moving for the office door.

despite how humiliating your own body betraying you was, he really was amused by it. he was just as sweet on you— perhaps just a bit more than what was considered appropriate.

literally had to rewrite this two times because tumblr glitched and deleted two of my drafts 💔 creds to whatever genius commented this scenario in a tiktok comment section except with nanami you deserve a big fat kiss.

my first post on tumblr wow

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