I have bad news for you...
CW & TW: Manipulation , nonconsensual consumption of substances, stalking, obsession, mentions of suicide and death
He smiled at you with his lopsided smile, the very same one that charmed you to loving himβ the deep dimples on either side of his cheeks that only got deeper whenever he laughed or smiled a little too hard. The same deep brown with a tinge of auburn hair, messily tied back with a barely kept together hairband you gave him eons ago- that tickled your face whenever you hugged or slept together in the same bed to enjoy each others company. The same rough but delicate and diligent hands that held you whenever you cried out of somber, or even just pure delight- that congratulated you or emphasized with you no matter what. The same skinny, a little frail, pale skinned boy you fell in love with oh so long ago- that never failed to hurt you intentionally; keep you safe like a experiment that could never be recreated.
He took care of you all this time, remembering every detail about you to make you feel loved and special- writing down every detail in a journal he claimed helped him remember due to his incident from his past... That you didn't hear much about, but assumed that he'd open up to you after a couple years.. Yet he didn't. It made you suspicious, but was taken care of when he explained the slight trauma of arguments and used that to his advantage. He made breakfast every morning for you, slipping in chemicals to see how they would alter your mind chemistry- being the perfect lab rat. You always told him whenever you got a headache, blurry spots in your eyes, or other things of that nature- even when his small dosages of homemade aphrodisiac caused a small.. problem for you.
He took every little thing in account for you, listing down every meal you ate and drank- stalking you with a pair of binoculars and watching from afar. If you were at a cafe, after you left- he'd ask and describe what you ate to see the ingredients to make sure they didn't interfere with his work. He marked down everything, intending on keeping you around forever as his lab rat until he himself died...
He took everything in account except his own self feelings. He didn't really know why he wanted you to be his own little human test subject... Just that everything about you was so perfectly... constant. You never changed your hair, didn't try anything too new- and when you did; you always asked him for his advice first. He loved the way he counted your every heartbeat when you laid on him, letting him card his fingers through the ends of your hair- even if they got a bit tangled; careful to not tug on any knots. Seeing the smile on your face at the favorite of your foods he cooked every day, the same thing every week unless you asked him to- grinning ear to ear and happily eating his homecooked food with other components.
So the day you died, he didn't understand. He did everything correctly, looked over every bit of his journal and schedule- nothing could've called for the sudden stop of your heart. The nurses and doctors said they did everything to help, but he didn't believe it. He kept you healthy as if you were his pet, the house littered half with his "research" about you- some crumpled from his mourning grip on them late at night. You were the reason he stopped. He couldn't take the loss in his own field, to his best work.. You. He couldn't stand seeing the hallucinations of you coming down the stairs in his white blouse that he wore to his graduation, before disappearing when we placed a plate in front of you. He lived like this for so long, before he couldn't take it anymore.
Thank you guys for being so patient again. I decided to post this now considering I will have to be moving and I'll be getting off of school next week!
mersault me thinks
One of Norton's favourite things to do in his down time in the Eternal Manor is to relax. Especially on the grass, under the shade of a tree on a sunny day. Relaxing was probably a privilege he rarely could afford as he had to spend all his waking hours either working or tending to errands in order to make ends meet. Now that he is in the manor, he can finally laze around as much as he wants when he isn't in a game. One upside of being stuck in purgatory compared to his previous life.
I really like it when he's domineering β ( α γβ )_ππ
minor writing smut , hand kink [?]
Luca whose hands are, to put it plainly, dirty. Oil and grease can be found underneath his fingernails from the constant work on the cipher machine, while dirt finds its way in the cracks and slivers on his palms.
Luca whose hands are littered with small cuts and scars from the electricity that bolts through him, refusing to settle down for even one moment before another currency charges through his body.
Luca who uses these same hands to worship your god like body in front of him. His fingers, smeared with black from being burnt poke and prod at the curves and blemishes on your body. The inventor finds it all so incredible how you let his hands, stained with blood, find your most sensitive area. How you let his hands gift you the pleasure you oh so deserve. And how you let him witness your fall into pleasure all over again.
note: consider this my apology for the lack of a proper fic lately, things have been busy. Iβm working on two right now, and I hope to get them both out in the coming weeks.!
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I write ships and x reader
I also write for other skins for characters
I write Ada and Emil together and separateΒ
I write for any ship that isnβt a pro-ship!!!!
Not a request, I'm just thirsty today eheh
I think I'm getting more bold with the spicy stuff...which is under the cut, as you know ;)
-He never brings it up, but Luca is slightly insecure about his appearance. Ptosis of one eye, a broken fang, scarring under his clothes, not to mention heβs underweight and shorter than a lot of the other men in the manorβ¦. Heβs aware that heβs not the picture of conventional attractiveness anymore. That said, he trusts you to be genuine with compliments, so if you say you find him good-looking, heβs thrilled.
-Luca is also genuine with his compliments. That might seem impossible because he gives them out so frequently, but Luca doesnβt have the privilege of a good memory anymore so he speaks all his kind thoughts into the world before they slip away. This also means he tends to really harp on his favorite things about you.
-Heβs competitive in a very playful sense. Luca likes to tease and taunt, but itβs all good-natured and heβs quick to apologize if he ever crosses a line. Heβs among the first in the manor to say something when commentary between the others turns cruel, especially so when directed at you or his friends.
-Luca finds that most medications strong enough to help with his migraines also leave him feeling confused and disoriented, so when one strikes he prefers to seek you out rather than go to the infirmary. The pain is agonizing, but heβs lost enough of himself already. As long as he has your comfort, heβs sure he can pull through. Some things you can do to help include massaging his face and neck, and keeping a cold compress on his head.
-Luca has forgotten you a few times. Itβs not something he can help, and everything usually comes back to him later, but it never stops him from feeling rotten when he later remembers how the realization and hurt crossed your face. Desperate to combat the amnesia, he keeps a lot of notes about you stashed all around the manor. If he remembers anyone, it has to be you. It has to be you. Heβd rather forget himself than forget you, he can be a nameless ghost if it means he has you. The tenacity starts to help, slowly but surely. Even when he does forget you now, he feels familiarity and comfort when he meets you again.
-Luca had a fair number of sexual encounters before the accident, when he was popular and beloved. He canβt actually recall most of them anymore, but the muscle memory and certain inclinations are still there, so youβre in for a good time.
-Luca is a switch. He has a very slight preference for being a subβhe likes when his partners are eager and boss him around a bitβbut itβs all fun to him so heβs happy to go with whatever youβre in the mood for. Just know that heβs not a heavy-handed dom. He falls somewhere in the middle of the roughness scale; Neither of you are made of glass, thereβs no need to hold back, but he doesnβt think itβs fun to intentionally try to hurt each other.
-Overstimulation is a common theme in Lucaβs bedroom, and itβs not entirely intentional now. The changes the accident caused to his body and brain have lowered his constitution, meaning heβs weaker to pleasure. Thereβs a very good chance heβll always finish first during bedroom activities. Luckily for you, he likes being overstimulated and has no problem with you continuing to use him until youβre satisfied. Youβll likely be overstimulated too because of his electrical charges; when you maintain unbroken contact with Luca, thereβs a constant, steady stream of electricity running from him to you. Itβs not powerful, but it tingles, and eventually causes numbness in the areas heβs touching you.
-On that same note, you have to be alright with a certain amount of pain in the bedroom because Luca still canβt stop those small static discharges whenever he touches something. He can, though, occasionally provide a larger shock if thatβs something youβre into.
-Luca loves oral. Like PLEASE suck this manβs dick; Heβs so satisfyingly reactive, he just about loses his mind. Heβs even known to drool if you ruin him just right. He enjoys giving just as much, and heβs sloppy. What he lacks in skill he makes up for with sheer enthusiasm.
-In a modern world, Luca is the type of person to like music playing during sex. Preferably something with a steady beat and heavy bass. Heβd crank it up loud too, if you let him, because he enjoys the vibrations from the bass and the unspoken challenge of trying to make one another scream over the speakers.