#fool’s gold x reader

[lofious]

The feeling where Norton’s hunter counterpart easily carries you with one rock hand? But he puts down his pickaxe and use both his hands, letting him see and feel exactly how small you are compared to him in his hunter form. It makes him feel excited that he’s amused when you try to struggle out of his hold. Only to be stuck in his grasp for the rest of the match.

But with your hunter counterpart, you gain a bit of height that you have to look down at his survivor form even though his height reaches up to your chest area. And despite not knowing the reason why his counterpart carries your small survivor form, you decided to do it towards his survivor counterpart. Which he’s embarrassed to be seen by his teammates being carried by his treasure’s hunter form. he can totally see his teammates teasing him about this moment after they all escape.

[scenesniper]

☆ "fool's gold" (norton campbell) ; general nsfw headcanons

pairing / "fool's gold" norton campbell x afab gn! reader

disclaimer / possessive, jealous themes, suffocation, overstimulation, mentions of being passed out, "hunting"

words / 869 words

⭒ fool's gold is, as we can all tell, towering tall so we know damn well he's packing down there. 8.5 inches and i'm not exaggerating, i am a high believer of 8.5 inches fool's gold.

⭒ fool gold looms over you and is mostly seen being next to you no matter where your destination may be. he follows you like a lost puppy that other survivors and hunters can't help but be galled that this unapproachable man could be so soft hearted.

⭒ fool’s gold simply fucks you like an animal in heat. he isn’t passionate more so, selfish and possessive over you. he’s quite rough, especially forgetting about foreplay at times and just goes down on you. please remind him! he isn't intentionally attempting to hurt you (most of the time). fool's gold isn't the most meticulous of lovers, but what he loves the most is listening to you.

⭒ at first, when giving foreplay, fool's gold would have his finger deep in you. however, it didn't felt right so he started to just eat you out right then and there. and when i tell you, fool's gold eats you out as though you're his last meal. he's a starved man for you. his tongue deep in you and knowing just where the right places are that'll have your toes curling.

⭒ kissing fool's gold is always a battle, a battle that you'd never win no matter. he'd always have you deprived of oxygen by the end of it and yet, each kiss is like no matter you've ever experienced.

⭒ fool's gold loves your chest. he loves to flick it with his fingers or run his cold, pointer finger down on it just to see the way your face contorts with shivers running along your body. and god, does he love to suck your nipples dry (yes i'm serious. this man pretends he's drinking your breast milk).

⭒ fool's gold loves to mark you in any way possible. a visible place where everyone could see his marked treasure. your neck, chest, hips, thighs. he completely marvels at his work after, you will never not be reminded of that love experienced that night every time you see your littered body.

⭒ he loves to bite you (yes, biting). he has a scary set of sharp teeth but rather, don't worry as it's mostly a nibble. however, fool's gold is easily and naturally jealous. he has a keen sense of smell and so, when he picks up a scent that seems to be too close to you, he'd absolutely start biting your neck until it starts to bleed with no hesitations. he loves to give you love bites, yes, but those times of frustration.. he just had to let it out at these kind of moments😪.

⭒ fool’s gold loves to receive rather than give. just stuff your entire mouth into his cock and he’d instantly fold for you. grunting, as he roughly guides you by the hair as he looks down on you taking in all of his length. your head, bobbing up and down, he’s completely entranced by your saliva streaming down your mouth.

⭒ fool’s gold isn’t verbal. if anything, the most you’d hear out of him are his occasional growling and animalistic grunts. despite that, he'd muster out some degrading name calling remarks to you that are compiled with loving praises as well. whether it be praising you for taking his dick, he'd manage to throw in some degradation as well (slut, whore, messy).

⭒ fool's gold loves to experiment with his positions. his one hand tightly binding you above your head while the other hand is completely exploring your body. or your body backed into a surface as he completely fucks you from behind. even the view of your back arching for him as he watches your head buries itself more and more into the pillows. he's completely lost for you.

⭒ fool's gold stamina is endless. once he starts, he can't stop. he fucks you endlessly, his cum deep inside your mouth, everywhere on your fucked face, your body sticky and drenched with his cum. even if you pass out from the overstimulation, fool's gold would continue going.

⭒ he loves your mouth. your lips around his cock, your mouth full of his cum, he can't help but tell you to open your mouth to spit in it. "open your mouth." his voice striking venomously. "now swallow." "good job baby.."

⭒ definitely into the "predator, prey" roleplay. he'd hunt you deep in the forest, giving you a multiple of minutes head start only to catch up to you in mere seconds and taking you right then and there in the forest. your fear draws him in more in which he'd have you backed up against a tree or rather, fuck you as he holds you around his body.

⭒ fool's gold always seems to have his hand around you which would always be a tight grip. fool's gold wouldn't think much of it since in his eyes, you're practically "his" all inside and out. once you've captured his attention, he has no plans of ever having you run from him.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

I absolutely love n adore your writing especially your IDV Norton/ Fool’s Gold ones (I am a huge ! major ! simp for him). I need MORE OF FOOL’S GOLD— the size difference is getting to me!!

I hope you’re taking requests! :> Fool’s Gold is just sometimes always in thought at how different the size is between him n reader? Like. Just how do they handle him so well ?? Or even, just like the idea of cat and mouse BECAUSE OF THE SIZE DIFF.. this can be a nsfw oneshot or drabble but it’s up to you entirely!!

rated Explicit | Warning: it kinda feral

Norton Campbell has always been the one who towers above you, Andrew, William, and himself being the tallest in the survivors' group. This translated to his hunter counterpart who is the tallest of the hunters next to Disciple, Evil Reptilian, and himself.

When he is around you, he is often standing beside or behind you, a grin on his face as you watch you crane your name to look at his face— The same thing you do with his other self, but is different.

There is arrogance, cockiness, and sadistness in his wide toothy grin. Especially, when he has you all alone and his excitement is clear by the way he has you on a medical bed at the second level of the Sacred Heart Hospital.

He was particularly vicious in this match. He is of course a vicious hunter, but this felt a bit personal as he had downed Freddy, Kreacher, and Servais. It was like he was… God, you should kick him for being territorial— None of them are a threat, but you know Norton never particularly liked them.

“So small.” Keeping his deformed hand pinning your arms above your head, “To think this has taken all of my cock.” His other hand cupping your crotch, “Bet you can take us both.”

The idea of both Nortons being inside of you as you flustered, embarrassed thinking how many times that was close to happening. You fear if that happens, you might not be able to walk properly for a while. Yet, the idea excites you and he chuckles at how you bite down on your lower lip. His hand moved up and down. Your hips raised begging silently for more.

“Say you can, no, say you will take us both, sparky.”

You try to speak knowing he is going to use it as an opportunity to have you moaning louder midway— Still, you foolishly try and once again you are moaning.

“Sensitive today, huh?” Raising an eyebrow at how you easily moaned a little too loudly. His hand moves under you grabbing the waistband of your pants, a push up and a pull as exposes your ass and legs to the slightly warm air.

“That little bastard.” He yanked your pants with your underlings off your legs taking a shoe with it before tossing it on the ground beside his feet. Now he can see why you were sensitive, the bite marks on your thighs and your hole smelling heavily of arousal— That weak brat made sure to cum inside of you too, giving Fool’s Gold the sloppy seconds of your hole.

“Fine,” Unzipping his pants, “This will only make it easy for me!” You squirm as he picks up your leg and brings it up to your shoulder, “Let's take that pretty voice of yours from him in return.”

You would have thought he was gonna slam right into you, no he made sure to drag out the sensation of him filling you. Norton is well endowed, to say the least and he is always something you might not ever get used to— Fool’s Gold is bigger, considering he can reconstruct himself… Of course, he made himself big enough to have a bump appear on your lower stomach from him filling you so much. And he loves to not only point it out but touch it to actively remind you: he is bigger.

So competitive, not that it does not have its advantages but, God, you are always sore.

“Now say what I told you to say before.” Now fully inside of you, “Say how you can take us both, sparky.”

You say it softly with your face turned away, then you say it again louder when he starts a rough pace making you immediately realize you are in fact that sensitive.

“That's it,” Laughing as repositions you to have both your legs pressed against your chest so he can reach even deeper, “Go on, tell me how bad you need us.” He wants to feed into his ego, loves hearing you admit how you love Norton Campbell so much— How you love every fucked up piece of him like he is a diamond rather than Fool’s Gold. “Fuck, every time so tight.” You moan out his name, the desperation for release with each ‘Norton, Norton, Norton’ you say.

“Whore,” Groaning, “My whore.” His hands, both of them holding your legs. Your hands gripping the dirty surgeon table as the Hunter fucks you relentlessly. A mix of spite and his own desperation for you.

[rosemaze-reveries]

― enclosed with love

spending valentine's day with you eli, mary, michiko, naib, norton, percy, philippe

i adored this year's vday café designs so i wrote some hcs for them ^^

⚠️ modern AU

♡ Mary

With a delicate and highly sophisticated palate, Mary is always searching for something new to satisfy her. For Valentine's Day, she books a private tour at a high-end champagne house.

Her driver is scheduled to pick you up in the early afternoon. She arranged your date so “late” to give herself ample time to settle on an outfit. Her room is littered with hat boxes and empty hangers and piles of ‘maybes’. Everything must be perfect for you. But, every second without you feeds into her restlessness, and she ends up calling you to fill the time. Hours go by on the phone & she still refuses to hang up until she pulls outside your residence.

When she first greets you from the backseat of her car, her hands are on you immediately. She smoothes out the collar of your jacket and peppers a couple of warm kisses all across your face, somehow never quite landing on your lips. She quickly dabs away all the lipstick stamps she left with her handkerchief and apologizes for being so forward,,, only to end up doing it again.

Mary takes high pride in her outfits and never compromises on looking classy. But somewhere in the back of your head, you think: All white? To a wine tasting? What if she gets red stains on her dress? From anyone else, this comment would insult her ― she doesn't take kindly to the insinuation that she's a klutz. Coming from you, she laughs it off saying she's always looked better in red anyway.

She waits until arriving for your tour to present her gifts. Mary gives VERY generously. There's an entire table prepared for you. Mountains of roses, desserts, tickets to that trip you've always wanted to take, luxury spa packages -- she has everything.

♡ Norton

This Valentine's Day is the first Norton will be spending with someone. He'll act like he's not that invested in it, that he's just indulging you.

He keeps up a haughty smirk when you first meet for your date. You had a love letter delivered to him that morning, and he's 100% taking the opportunity to tease you about it. You wrote some pretty embarrassing things about him. How's the real deal living up to your expectations? Dying to bring some of those thoughts to life already? Unfortunately, you insisted on having a traditional date for Valentine's, so you'll have to keep yourself in check until tonight. ← He knows he makes you crazy & he loves having that effect on you.

He gives you chocolates as a gift. They're clearly homemade, shaped like rocks of various sizes with a little gold-dusted heart hidden among them. But just in case you wouldn't be able to recognize them as rocks, he also provided a little toothpick "pickaxe."

Presenting something homemade is a little embarrassing, even if he hides it with that big grin of his. He gives your present a little too fast before switching back to teasing you again.

♡ Philippe

As a perfectionist, Philippe starts planning for Valentine's Day very early. He experiments with all sorts of gift ideas. You're not sure what's going through his head, but he has a highly specific vision and won't rest until he achieves it. He seems to find it important that he gives you something handmade.

Matching photo lockets? A decoden case (if you're into fun phone cases)? Not meaningful enough. A flower vase modeled after his own hand, to sit on your desk? Too tacky. A wax figure? Maybe, but that's too predictable on its own. Maybe he should learn guitar to serenade you.

His final choice is ambitious, but Philippe always is. He builds a little table out of resin, and preserved inside it are your favorite flowers, with detailed wax figurines of you and him dancing among them. It sits in a corner of his favorite room, where he often does dance with you ♡

On the day itself, Philippe would prefer to stay home. It's one of the rare times he gets to have you to himself free of work constraints.

He's the type that always needs to be doing something with his hands. He'd enjoy making chocolate sculptures together -- it's a cute idea, he thinks, to watch you make something so passionately. Whatever your skill level, he loves anything you make.

In the evening, he'll take over all the cooking. A quiet night with steak and good wine (or your preferred drink) is a little cliche, but you both deserve it. Plus, he loves nothing more than casually chatting with you while he works in the kitchen.

♡ Naib

Naib isn't really into the idea of Valentine's Day. He might not even realize it's coming up unless you tell him about it. You'd have to be explicit that you're looking forward to spending the day with him, and even then, he's totally unprepared.

Gifts have never been his forte. Neither have grand romantic gestures. But he's good at working his pragmatic side into the little things: so rather than push himself to be this lovey-dovey, chocolates-and-roses type of lover for the day, he focuses on being 'present' for you.

He brings you breakfast in bed. He's a mean cook, and knows all your favorites. Everything he makes tastes like home, warm and full of love.

Most couples give each other flowers, he knows that, so he goes shopping for one. You're surprised when he presents you with a bouquet of lemons. In his mind, they're cool and refreshing like you, everyone could find a use for some lemons, and personally he finds the colors to be appealing. It doesn't occur to him that lemon bouquets might be an unusual thing to give.

He relies on you to direct the date. Whatever you say, he'll agree. In public, he never leans in for kisses but wouldn't oppose yours. You can try to stand closer to him & he'll slink an arm around your waist briefly, as if to reassure you that he'll always have a secure hold on you, but he'll pull away again before long.

♡ Percy

In spite of all of his eccentricities, Percy is surprisingly traditional when it comes to romance. He invites you to a nice dinner date & arrives much earlier than you, waiting with a bouquet and chocolates. When he first sees you, he wraps a secure arm around your shoulders to tenderly kiss your forehead.

Getting to see this side of him is the payoff of building such a deep relationship with him. Percy is a difficult person to get through. He's obsessive to a fault and cloisters himself away in his studio for days at a time ― no one else would have been able to breach his heart like you have. He will take proper measures to express your importance to him.

His first real kiss leaves tiny particles of something on your lips, but they're sweet in taste. He laughs at the startled look on your face and reassures you it was just a sugar cube. At first he says he was just fishing for a reaction, but later confesses: he was afraid the lips of an undead man might have an odd taste, so he crunched a sugar cube to sweeten it.

♡ Eli

Eli spends the morning delivering roses to other couples on his bicycle. People tend to get especially flattered when their flowers arrive via owl, so his services are very popular this time of year.

He enjoys the little bouts of happiness he can bring to others, but of course you are the one he wants to spend this day with most. With every bouquet he delivers, his mind wanders to you, imagining your reaction when he finally gets to deliver his gift.

He asks you to meet him at an ice cream parlor when his shift is done, around noon. Before you even see him, Brooke Rose flies over to tuck a thornless rose behind your ear, and you turn to find Eli already waiting at a table.

He gives you a small homemade cake and a letter he won't let you read until he's gone. He's a pretty sappy guy even in person, so you aren't sure how his letter will be much different. But having something to be excited about, even after you have to say goodbye, makes it worth it.

His bike rides have left very familiar with all the best spots around town. After splitting ice cream, he takes you for a ride to all the little places he thinks you'll love. A flower meadow, a bridge with a superstition attached: if you whisper the name of your love while crossing it, you'll be bound for life. Part of you suspects he made that up, but the way he says your name over and over makes your heart skip a beat.

Once the sun goes down, he brings you to a forest. Somehow he manages to time it just right. He gestures for you to stay very quiet, gently takes your hands, and suddenly you're encircled by hundreds of fireflies.

♡ Michiko

Since losing her ex-husband, Valentine's Day has become a bitter thing for Michiko, especially since it's so close to their anniversary. She has treated it as a day of mourning for some years. Of course, she keeps up a smile for you ― it's not in her character to impose her struggles on others.

The morning goes by slowly and comfortably. You wake up to a gentle massage and the smell of fresh baked pastries. She writes you a sweet letter in her neat script, and she adorns her letter with pressed flowers & a mini bouquet of your favorite candy.

She makes sure to get you a proper gift, too. She follows a rule of getting 1 indulgent and 1 practical thing: a box of luxury chocolates alongside a fine new coat.

Her ideal date would be something intimate and relaxing. Maybe the theatre, in a box reserved for two, or a shaded flower garden where you can enjoy a cup of tea.

[heartshapedbubble]

Ello can I request a Norton Fools good x fem reader where she came across the blown up mines and sees Norton (in his hunter form) she’s scared at first but starts to recognise him and slowly starts to approach him reaching her hand up to cub his cheeks ( bro this man needs all the love! )

HOO BOY i agree tho... his release made me regain my interest in norton🫡🫡

[not to be a scum but i'm still open for sanrio emma comms btw😭😭]

fool's gold: imagine...⛏️

cut for length!

paying the bills has become a hellish cycle. break your back to pay off the expenses, relax for the following twenty-ish days, and be sent into frenzy again, not knowing if you're going to have a roof over your head tomorrow or not.

you found yourself hopelessly skimming through newspaper, looking for any job offer possible that would easen up the burden on your wallet. The paper was plastered with offers from bars, post offices and restaurants, but those were a always gamble. will you get your wage or not? and if you will, when? too much effort for something so high-risk.

at last, a small offer in the corner of the page caught your attention. pressed in miniscule letters, it said: MINE RESEARCH. EMPLOYEES URGENTLY NEEDED. EQUIPMENT PROVIDED. underneath the text, an attractive number: $15,000 payed off immediately after the job is done.

not only could this solve the rent for the following 3 months, you'd also have some money left for yourself! you rang the number the second you got home and successfully scored the job, due to the urgency of the situation.

it took you a day or two to start thinking about the job. what do you exactly need to know for mine research? probably at least some physical strength and stamina, you thought. surely it can't be too complex.

you arrived at the mine right on time, the sun slowly slipping back into the horizon to let the moon take center stage. to your dismay, you realized no one else applied for the job. maybe this wasn't a good idea after all? crawling through the narrow, rocky terrain all alone doesn't sound like the ideal scenario. no living being in sight, and 20 minutes have already went by.

still, that money is way too good to pass up. you picked up one of the yellow helmets piled up at the entrance, prayed to whatever god out there that your flashlight has enough power to last the following 2 hours and mindlessly rushed into the collapsing mine.

for the following 10 minutes, your sight unfocused while your mind took the lead, in front of and all around you just rocks and grime, shadows dispelled by the flashlight held by your hip like a lance. only after a good 5 minutes of running did you realize that you, in fact, have no idea what you're supposed to do. what qualifies as mine research? mining, inspecting the ores, measuring the surface?

all sweaty and breathless, the tunnel led you to a large room inside of the mine, the roof extending towards what seemed like a pitch black abyss. carts messily thrown around, bumpy and unpolished geodes laying all over the place, when was the last time a living being stepped foot into this mine? it made sense that such a large sum of money was needed to attract volunteers.

you carefully moved through the rubble, trying to avoid stepping onto pickaxes and shrapnel splayed all over the ground. since you forgot about the gloves your bare hand now held onto the unpromising terrain, the other firmly squeezing the only source of light in this limbo.

the surface grazing your hand now seems like it became... smoother? no longer does it cut and pierce your palms. it's bumpy, but at least you're not risking an infection anymore.

moving inch by inch in fear of falling, the stone below changes its form. you don't even pay attention to the fact that you're now grabbing onto cloth and that, below your palm, a steady pulse is faintly beating.

it's already too late when you realize that you're not alone, and the stone below you starts to take shape and morph until it extends towards the ceiling, now towering over you, slouched like a ragdoll.

complementing the cold shades of grey, a face emerges from the shadows. pale, with defined cheekbones, although malnourished. only his bust passes as human, as below his collarbones there's nothing but a mosaic of pebbles and boulders forming his torso, arms and legs. it - or he, perhaps - is breathing with struggle, coughs interrupting his wheezes here and there.

you feel a sense of dread overcoming you. you freeze on the spot, but he doesn't budge, either. lifeless except for the fact he's breathing and his heart ticks like a machine.

you draw back a step, and he lunges forward, seemingly still not used to this monstrous body of his. he could harm me with ease if he wanted to, a thought suddenly manifests in your mind, and with newfound bravery you inspect the cryptid like a sculpture. your hand grazes over his bumpy and unfinished hands, tugs at the remains of his clothes around his chest. he groans, in annoyance, you assume, but doesn't resist. you climb up a cart to reach his face, your fingers pinch his stubborn hairstrands, inspect the cavity in which his other eye once laid. in a moment of either stupidity or courage you roughly pinch his cheeks - they're cold to the touch, but it's funny how naturally does his intimidating face mush like a little boy's. kind of cute. after a minute of cooing to yourself two of his rocky fingers gently pinch your wrists and put them back to your sides, but his one foggy eye doesn't divert its gaze from yours.

perhaps the flashlight can last an hour more.. you've just began getting to know him, and the mystery of the mine and his origin still lay cold for you to discover.

[turbulentscrawl]

Hot as Sin pt.2

Featuring Luchino, Ithaqua, Fool's Gold, and Aesop. More to come later ;)

These are NSFW, so minors please dni with this post. Also, these get a lil kinkier than the last part I did, so please make sure to check the warnings at the start of each before reading entirely!

Luchino (survivor)

Warnings: breeding kink, scratching and biting, Luchino calls reader “pet”

Luchino’s desk creaked with the snapping of hips, screeching occasionally as it shifted minutely across the hardwood. Paperwork was strewn wildly about the floor, and what was left beneath your body was quickly becoming soiled by a mixture of sweat and cum. Growling, Luchino hauled your raised leg further onto the desk, and clamped his sharp hands on your ass cheeks.

“I told you to hold still,” he said darkly. But it was awfully hard to do that when he was fucking you with such force. Your whole body shuttered with each stroke, even your labored breaths interrupted, choked. The one leg you were allowed to stand on was bruising, pinned between Luchino’s hard body and the edge of his desk. Angry red lines on your legs, back, and ass, left from his dark claws, swelled with tiny pindrops of blood.

“Luchino, I--” you choked out. When you started to form words beyond his name, one of his hands delivered a rough slap to your ass. In the split second it took you to yelp, Luchino shifted himself to press against your back and nibbled your earlobe with sharpened teeth.

“My name, your safe word, and thank you are the only things you’re allowed to say, pet,” he said between rhythmic breaths. “The only other sounds out of your pretty lips should be nonsensical pleasures. Now—” He groaned long, deep, and pushed his hips flush against you. “Thank me for filling you up again.”

You shivered at the spreading warmth in your core, whispering thanks into the air. Luchino rested against you for just a few moments and then sunk his teeth into your shoulder. You yelped again, and he pressed you into the desk with his body weight, already rutting into you again and growling from what you could only assume was overstimulation. He slapped your ass again, always a sign of his displeasure, and you leap into words because you already knew what he wanted.

“Th-thank you, Luchino,” you said, louder and louder. “Thank you for filling me up with your hot cum, thank you for breeding me.”

“Good pet,” Luchino sighed, releasing you from his teeth. His long togue laves over the wound left behind, and one of his hands starts to sink down the length of your body. “Let’s have you match me on the next one, hmm?”

Ithaqua

Warnings: slight degradation, semi-public sex

“You take me like a fucking whore, you know?” Ithaqua giggled into your ear. His body hovered over your like a tight cage, pinning you to the warm hedgemaze grasses and keeping your knees pressed to your shoulders. His stilts and mask were tossed aside somewhere, along with most of your clothes. He was clawing grooves into the soil near your head. “I hardly have to do any work, you could suck me back in all on your own. You need me so badly, hmm?”

He stopped running his mouth long enough to press his chapped lips against yours, moaning in time with a series of more rapid pumps into you. He licked his lips when he pulled away, like he was savoring your taste. His black eyes zeroed in on yours the second you started to respond, nothing short of obsession in his gaze.

“I d-do, I need you, I need you, I need you,” you cried, clutching his sleeves like a lifeline. Ithaqua’s head lolled further back with each repetition of the phrase, eyes slowly rolling back and a wide grin spreading across his face. He was practically glowing from the affirmations. “I love you, Ithaqua!”

“Fuck, oh fuuuuck, that’s right you do,” he gasped. He shifted with a speed you couldn’t comprehend, swiping your hands and pinning them to the grass at full arm’s length, stretching his lean body over you like a cat. His thrusts lost some depth from the position, but he made up for it with greater speed. His lips grazed your cheek as he continued to speak into your skin, first to you but then devolving into undirected rambling, “I love you too, dearest. Don’t you worry. I’ll take good care of you, my good little slut, I’ll fuck you nice and stupid. You love this, don’t you? You love me, love it when I fill you up. You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you, I’ll make sure of that. You’ll never need to look at anyone else. You don’t need anyone else but me.”

You shivered from his voice in your ear, his unrelenting thrusts into your core, all of it sending your body into flush and shivers. Ithaqua was all around you, in you, he made sure there was nothing else to consider but himself and the pleasures he provided.

One of his hands abandoned yours, sliding down to pinch your face with clawed fingers. His grin fell against your mouth, an odd kiss. “I can see it in your face. You’re about to come, aren’t you? Don’t keep me waiting, darling, let me see you in ecstasy!”

Fool’s Gold

Warnings: public sex, size difference, dirty talk

Such a jealous bastard he was, this warped version of Norton.

Most of the other survivors had already been cleared out of the duo match already, securing your loss, but somehow you still survived. It was touch-and-go for a while, between Joseph’s attacks in his camera world and “Fool’s Gold”’s tenacity outside it. The two Hunters had been on your tail for a while, cutting in one each other’s attempts to catch you, but it was Norton who got to you first. Instead of dragging you to the chair, though, he’d brought you in front of one of Joseph’s cameras, where the image of you taking Hunter cock was now immortalized by the camera world’s projection.

You didn’t have to worry about death by internal bleeding, at least, as his dick was among the few parts of his body that was still flesh. It was, however, just as massive as the rest of him. Norton held you effortlessly by your hips, leaving you folded like a lawn chair in his rocky grip, legs dangling and flailing while he fucked himself with you like an overgrown toy.

“Nor-hughh, Norton,” you cried back at him, careful to use his human name and not the moniker he hated. “S-someone will s-see!”

“Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind. Would you rather I just throw you in a chair?” He chuckled above you, voice like hot coals, pace unrelenting. He laughed harder when you shook your head desperately. “Good. I want them to watch me use you like a cock sleeve. See me claim you.” He turned on unsteady feet, pointing your vision towards Joseph’s photograph display. In the image, Norton’s cock has halfway split you open and he’s grinning with that ever-persistent wickedness. A stream of smoke is leaving his mouth while your face is contorted in shock and pleasure. There’s a bulge forming on your lower gut. “Bet the sick fuck is in there, admiring your tight hole like he has a chance. But it’s my cock stretching it open.” Norton’s words tumbled into gravely, cough-broken laughter. His grip on you tightened and suddenly he was fucking you faster, harder. “I’m gonna make you scream, too, so everyone who’s left can hear it. The ones stuck in the chairs over there will know—everyone in both manors is gonna know you’re mine.”

You were quickly devolving into the sounds he wanted, stuck, mid-air, being wrecked by his powerful thrusts. Beneath you, his shoes caught stray drips of your saliva and slick.

“That’s right,” he growled. “Just like that. I’m only getting started, babe.”

Aesop

Warnings: consensual drugging implied (this is not safe even if consensual, don’t try it irl folks), restraints, toys

Everything is warm, no, hot, hot, and swimming like a desert mirage.

“Can you still hear me?” Aesop’s voice calls with a brassy echo. “If you understand me, say ‘yes’.” Trying to speak sends a surge of heat up through your sternum, so what comes out was only a garbled whimper. Aesop steps around his worktable, where you’re tied down in all your naked glory, and comes into shimmering view. His favorite mask is still on, but his eyes have the squint of a gentle smile to them. “I see. I’m going to check your vitals, please try not to squirm too much.” He holds your wrist, presses something ice-cold to your elbow, your chest, your ribs. The freeze contrasts the lava in your veins. A nitrile-gloved hand pinches one of your hardened nipples and draws a sluggish yelp from your throat.

“Good, you’re fine. And you don’t seem to dislike it,” Aesop muses while he massages you. “Since you’re not able to speak reliably, I’m going to stick to what we agreed on beforehand, alright? Nothing more.” He leans down and presses a masked kiss to your forehead before stepping out of sight again. There’s wobbly sounds of metal clanking, and items being set on the table down near your hips. You manage to lift your heavy head just enough to see Aesop grab the metal bar locking your knees apart and push it up, exposing you further to him. His other hand rubs the underside of your thigh soothingly. “You’re already dripping, you know. I think we can skip most of the prep.”

He picks something up from the side, pops a cap. His eyes catch your effort to watch him, and he holds up a thick dildo for you to see, his hands slicking it with lube. “Let’s start with this one, yes?” Even in your daze, you’re certain he’s smirking under his mask. The head of the toy slides against you, and you’re suddenly, acutely aware of the great need pulsing in your body. You were hot before, but now you’re on fire, shivering, gasping, desperate for Aesop to go from rubbing to moremoremore.

And you get your wish. Aesop pushes the thick toy into you all at once and hits the perfect spot. You quiver against the table, babbling praise as full-body shutters rattle your restraints. The room spins more and more as you come, and Aesop’s calm, muffled voice wrapping around you like a blanket. One of his hands rests against your lower stomach, thumb stroking your pelvic bones. You’re not sure if it’s supposed to be soothing or teasing.

“That was beautiful,” Aesop says, sounding breathless. Wet squelches also reach your ears, followed by more shocks of pleasure. He’s still fucking the toy into you. “But we’ve got an hour still, give or take. So please show me that again, as many times as you can.”

[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…

[kohabielnin]

Headcanons Frederick and Norton as lovers

Originally I made these two Christmas hdcs for my friend who really loves Norton and Frederick, and I decided to post them too

Fool's Gold/ Norton Campbell

• He can be a little difficult at first because of his distrust of anyone, but over time he can be someone who cares a lot about you,

• Because he doesn't have money to give gifts, he prefers to stay by your side, even if he has no business, just the fact that he wants to be by your side is proof of his love,

• If you are in doubt about what to give him as a gift, I'll give you a tip, money, regardless of the amount he will be happy, but if the amount is large, his smile will be even bigger,

• In matches where he goes against you, even if he sees you, he will simply ignore you and eliminate the other Survivors, as he would hate to have to hurt you,

• If the Baron fights with him because of this, he will follow you, after having eliminated the others of course, and ask if you want to run away or go to the chair,

• He tends to be a little moody and annoying sometimes, when he is in these periods, give him some money and make him lunch, soon his mood will improve

Frederick Kreiburg

• As a nobleman and composer, he can be a bit arrogant at times wanting to be alone with his piano, don't take him the wrong way and just let him calm down more,

• He really likes to spoil you, so don't be surprised if you wake up to a maid knocking on your door with your favorite breakfast,

• His love language is acts of service, meaning he's more than expected to play the piano for you and even teach you how to play your favorite songs,

• If he feels inspired, he may well compose a song especially for you,

• If you go to a match together, he won't take his eyes off you to make sure Hunter doesn't touch you,

• If you go to a game without him, you can be sure you'll have a worried Frederick when you get back to the mansion, and if you come back injured, he'll be furious and take pleasure in Hunter.

[ithaquasbbg]

Hi :))) I think I’ll do some more general Headcanons since those did shockingly really well lolll- just a reminder that requests are open! I have a few I need to get to, but I appreciate hearing from everyone.

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Norton Campbell | Prospector / “Fools gold” General relationship Headcanons

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(That title is certainly a lot to read..)

Tw : mentions of nightmares, possessive behavior.

Extra : Some things can be read in a kind of suggestive tone?? That was on accident lol but I left it because it is true 💀I’ve recently been really into Norton and felt like dumping my personal Headcanons here.

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|🩷| Norton has a tendency to be a hot and cold type of lover. One moment he can be his normal self, and the next he’s mad at the world and pushing himself away from you.

|🩷| Of course, he’ll make up for those moments when he isolates himself, or at least attempt to. With Norton, you need to be patient and show him that he won’t scare you away.

|🩷| In his normal form he can be slightly possessive but wouldn’t act out on it too much if at all. He’ll exchange harsh glares with the person he suspects has any intentions of either stealing you from him, or of harming you.

|🩷| As fools gold though… he’s much more willing to get involved and use physical measures to keep others from messing around with you. Though he is quite intimidating, so his typical glares would likely do the trick most of the time

|🩷| In either form, he’s incredibly protective of you and couldn’t imagine what would happen if you were to get seriously hurt. How they would react is different, with nortons normal self hyperfixating on your health and getting you better. His other side however would likely take care of you first, but there’s no question the person who hurt you would be roughed up quite badly.

|🩷| In terms of physical preferences in his partners- I don’t see Norton as somebody who would be terribly picky. Though, if there was one thing he would have a preference for, it would probably be eyes. If they’re striking, they’ve caught his attention.

|🩷| When it comes to his love language in a receiving type of way, he’d likely be most comfortable with words of affirmation. Reassurance that you still love him despite all his imperfections is something that comforts him and makes him swoon all the more at the same time.

|🩷| In terms of giving, Norton would be super interested in physical touch, even if it’s small. Part of it is reassurance for himself that you’re with him, but another part is the rush he feels when he gets to hold you. Things like hand holding are present almost all the time, sometimes in a more possessive type of way.

|🩷| When it comes to PDA- Norton isn’t the most reserved in the manor but he’s also not the most showy. It depends on his state day to day just how showy he is, but usually it only includes hand holding and an occasional quick kiss or two

|🩷| Big. Spoon. He loves holding you close to him and knowing that you’re safe in his arms. (And In a sense.. he likely also enjoys knowing that he’s the one in control while he’s holding you ☺️)

|🩷| His favorite nickname for you is just a simple “Babe”, or sometimes if he’s feeling generous.. “Baby”

|🩷| When you call him things like Handsome, Love, ect, he’d probably take a slight ego boost from it. Expect for him to ask you to repeat it. “Just to make sure” he didn’t mishear what you said. But we all know he just wants to hear you call him Handsome again.

|🩷| Things like “Sweetheart” or returning the “Baby” nickname would probably get him blushing and a little embarrassed, those are his names for you, not the other way around! Though despite his attitude towards being called these nicknames, he does love to hear you call him all these sweet things.

|🩷| If he has extra clothing to give you, he’d absolutely give you all of it. Seeing you in his clothing gives Norton such a rush that he cannot explain. On this same note, if he could fit into your clothing I doubt he’d be willing to wear it, he prefers to be giving things even if he cannot really afford to buy gifts.

|🩷| Norton does suffer from frequent nightmares remembering his life from before he came to the manor. He tries to hide his weaknesses from everyone, including you, though occasionally his facade slips and he breaks. Just allowing him to cry and hold you as tight as he can is usually greatly appreciated, though he will be embarrassed about the crying part later.

|🩷| He’s not the best at comforting others, but if you had a rough day or two, Norton would definitely try his best to cheer you up at least a little bit. Things like attempting to cook your favorite meal, showering you with extra love and compliments. No matter what headspace he’s in, Norton will always try his best to get a smile on your face. You matter more to him than anything else at the end of the day, and he’ll make sure to protect you.

[handsometheo]

norton and his hunter counterpart trying to fight for reader’s attention pls pls

Right my first attempt back into writing.. life is still crumbling but im hyperfixated on idv rn, hopefully I'll live..

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Pairing/s: Norton Campbell (Hunter and Surv) x GN! reader

Warnings: none, just silly

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This happens every damn time. Don't get me wrong, I love Norton. Both sides of him. The second we're all in a match together though, chaos ensues and its not because Fool's Gold is particularly ciolent around me; I say me because he definitely does not hesitate to chair his survivor counterpart.

No, no, it's worse than that. I feel bad for the other two survivors who got paired with me and Norton. The second that Fool's finds out that I am here, he generally turns into a guard dog of sorts. Not wanting me to work so he wanders around with me, other survivors know that once hes latched onto me, they can pretty much run free as long as they dont come into his sights. He's like my sweet guard dog who is still trying to kill my friends but won't go out of his way to do it right now because he deems himself too preoccupied with me.

We are walking around the sacred heart hospital when I notice a certain prospectors magnet dropped on the floor. Unluckily, Fools does not see it and gets caught in its pull. Norton must be around the corner and drags Fools to it, making him hit his head. Dazed, he stands with a hand holding his head. Before I could check on him, though, I'm lifted over Norton's shoulder making me yell out in minor panic.

"Ah! Norton put me down! He wasn't going to do anything to me, you're just causing more trouble for yourself!" He grunts at me and runs away from the dazed rocky version of himself. Quickly hopping over a wall and ducking down while also forcing me to crouch with him. At least my feet are on the ground now..

Before I could fully register what was happening, I was shoved forward slightly just out of Fools Gold's collapse area. Norton however not so lucky and took enough damage for it to be a full hit. He gives me a quick peck to the cheek and an ever speedier "I love you, be safe." Before sprinting off to begin a kite against Fools Gold.

The hunter himself hops the same ledge we just arrived to this spot over, he picks me up off the floor and dusts off my shoulders before mimicking his survivors counterpart's actions. "I love you. I'll make sure he doesn't disturb us anymore. Dont you dare try to save him whenni chair him. You know I won't hit you." He scowls before kissing my forehead and making a quick dash towards where Norton just was.

What an idiot.

"Are they gone...?" I turn back and see a frightened Frederick peaking past a corner. This makes me laugh and nod at the confused composer. "Good, I'm partially afraid of both of them, especially around you."

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Done! Not my best work but something silly and fun to imagine. Also if anyone would be willing to commission me for any art or fanfics in exchange for skins/items on idv let me know and we can see about sorting something out

[emissaire]

FOOL'S GOLD - MASTERLIST

࿈ PAIRING: jake sully x reader

࿈ SYNOPSIS: jake didn't expect that he'd open his heart again for someone else. after all, you were only meant to fill the space left by neytiri after she died. who's to blame him though? behind the vacant gleam in your eyes and the lack of brightness in your smiles, you're still good to him and his kids despite only marrying him out of convenience.

#... or jake falls in love with you even though he knows that you're only using him for his title as the olo'eyktan and toruk makto for your people's welfare.

࿈ WARNINGS/TAGS: fem. na'vi! reader, widower! jake, reader is the daughter of another clan's chief, dilf! jake, angst, unrequited feelings, mentions of death, arranged marriage, pining, jake being a simp, slow burn-ish romance, (tba...)

࿈ NOTE: i am so taken by this man that's why i decided to write this on a whim. the idea literally came to me out of nowhere, and hopefully i get to finish this haha. also, this won't be following the events from the film's sequel, so expect a lot of non-canonical events to happen.

࿈ CHAPTER INDEX: (chapter titles are subject to change)

001: boat on the water

002: i get lost in your beauty

003: but i don't regret

004: falling for you, fool's gold

࿈ TAGLIST: comment/send me an ask if you wish to be added!

[lofious]

why tumblr remove a paragraph when I was trying to push it down smh.

Your reasons for using a mask to hide your face is unknown to the many guests within the manor, including Prospector himself. The first time you two met was when you accidentally bumped into him. Being polite, you apologize to the miner who’s uninterested in the new survivor he’s going to be working with.

When the two of you got into a match together, being new gave you more chance to be found by a hunter you haven’t met before. But with your determination to put some effort on the match, you were able to kite the unknown hunter, much to their dismay. And Norton who sees your efforts, thought that he should at least lend you a hand on kiting the hunter a bit longer so the other two teammates finished on decoding their ciphers.

You’re unsure on how your relationship with the prospector blossomed but when it did, he’s quite a decent guy to talk to. Leaving the two of you hanging out within the manor many times. Plus, he’s respecting your boundaries on why you still have your mask on to hide your face away. As he can somewhat relate that if you got an ugly scar similar to his in his face, he’d probably use a mask if he’s up for it.

Norton has this nagging feeling about wondering what your face actually looks like. He’s guilty on reading a file about you but not a single reason shows why you wear a mask. Even in the photo provided about you, all it shows is the same mask that your currently wearing. Don’t get me wrong, he likes being acquainted with you but with the alluring voice while you speak to him, he couldn’t help but think.. what you look like underneath that mask.

It was an accident when he finally saw your face as he couldn’t sleep in his room due to the haunting nightmares that keeps appearing in his head. But with your presence, he’s able to sleep soundly by your side. So when he approach the door to your room, he knocked. No response at first so when he tried to knock again, no response. He probably thought that your probably participating in a match right now and with your permission that he can enter your room at any time, he decides to wait inside your room.

Feeling a bit bored, he decides to read a chapter of an opened book that’s in your desk. But when he hears the bathroom’s door being unlocked, he quickly turns around to your direction. Just to see that you’ve finished taking a shower. He wasn’t focused on your figure as the shower robe on you covers your body. Rather, he’s interested in your face being presented to him. With how close the two of you are, showing your face didn’t lead to any emotional reaction as the two looks at each other with silence.

When you finally break the silence by casually greeting him with his name, god he could feel like his heart is about to burst from his chest. His cheeks reddening that you couldn’t help but worry for his wellbeing. Unbeknownst to them, the miner’s emotions are going haywire inside his head that when you finished putting your clothes on, he quickly pulls you into a hug. Admiring your face up-close.

Like a golden retriever, Norton is always by your side at any time. Especially in matches as he’d kick another teammate’s spot just to play with you. You’re not sure why he’s suddenly acting like this but you can probably guess that with your face only presented to him in private, he fell in love at sight.

he could use this bragging material about seeing your face in private towards his hunter counterpart. Which mostly leads to him being bleed out for the rest of the match.

[xeas]

Can you please do a Norton and fool's gold with a reader where the reader has cinnamoroll personality (cinnamoroll is from sanrio)

MIND OVER MATTER IS MAGIC!

🍍 IN WHICH: drabbles (seperately) of Norton Campbell and Fool's Gold with a reader who is like cinnamoroll from sanrio (basically, shy yet sweet who will also help out their friends whenever they can)

🥥 NOTE FROM XEA!: thank you so much for your request! i love writing for norton but im wary my fools gold may ooc...haha...

🫧CONTENT WARNINGS: pre-established relationship, Norton may appear overprotective, mc may appear to be 'pure and innocent' in a fashion that may be perceived as corny to some readers. reader is referred to as "doll" in Norton's section, "babyface" in Fools Gold's. Seer is mentioned and Grave keeper is implied in Fools Gold section. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

NORTON CAMPBELL; The Prospector

NORTON swears up and down he's done nothing worthy of him deserving you.

The way your thumb grazes his knuckles in a comforting manner--whether to soothe your own nerves or his is unsure-- but the expression of innocence coated on your face both makes his heart sink to his stomach and gives him butterflies.

You have the eyes of someone who has gazed at few possible traumatic scenarios and the skin of one who not been lashed by the harsh truths of the world. He squishes down his feeling of envy when he feels he's going too far down the rabbit hole of his thoughts.

But now, as he bandages up your wound from the cold Night Watch, he can't help but realize how that weighs you down. It wasn't supposed to be you with the gash in your thigh it was supposed to be the teammate you wasted no time saving. You took a hit for them, and for what? So they could have a futile 5 seconds to run as fast as they could only for the harsh winter wind to yank them back to the hunter? You we're such a fool, having so much faith in these people.

But that's what led you two to become such a power couple. You gave him a chance.

"Norton-"

"Hush up, doll." And you do just that.

He looks angry and you feel nervous because of it.

"I'm sorry for getting injured." You mumble quietly. You don't expect a 'Its fine' or a 'Its not your fault' because this was a rookie mistake and you by no means are a rookie.

He remains silent, finishing up dressing your wound. His gloved hands go to hold your thighs as you sit in some corner of burned down building in the Arms Factory.

"Don't do that again." He states. Its not up for debate and you silently nod, moving to give his forehead a kiss as you steady yourself to get up and work on getting out of here.

NORTON CAMPBELL; Fools Gold (Hunter Identity)

"Hm, shame. Really."

Fools Gold let out a teasing laugh as he shoved you into a chair. He leaned on the wall behind it as you glared up at him. Fools gold clicked his tongue (does he even have one??) and fake pouted, most likely mocking you.

"D'aw, don't look at me like that, Babyface. You wouldn't be like this if you didn't sacrifice yourself for that silly little seer."

At least he was brutally honest.

Your muscles are screaming at you and you can feel them throbbing after you spent the last 2 minutes running and jumping and rolling to get away from him.

He traces your jawline with his pickaxe, you can feel your face heat up as Fools Gold lets out a wheezing chuckle. "All bark huh?"

You try to stutter out a response not until you see the ground beside you break. This was going to take a while.

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🌺 𝙓𝙊𝙓𝙊,

XEA!

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Happy Birthday, Norton Campbell

Rated Mature | None

To the second hunter and survivor I ever wrote since playing IDV (the first was Morningstar!Ithaqua and High Roller!Orpheus) and had tried to go against during his event (he rocked me a lot), this is for you babe!

Norton Campbell

“You know what they say about Pisces?” You say as lay on top of him wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

He uncovers his face where he places his arm to look at you. The look of ‘What weird thing did you come up with this time?’ because you are one to say the most outlandish things. He won’t say it but it is often appreciated when his thoughts are not pleasant, “What do they say?” Tired, not of you— Well, he tired because of you and that boundless energy of yours. God, you and Lucky Guy are always ready to go.

“... I don't know.” You forgot or probably had no idea where you were going with that.

“You are lucky I love you or I would have kicked you out.” Covering his face again.

“Out of my own room!? Naked? Wow!” Sitting up causes the sheets to shift and expose your bare chest but the lower half is still covered, “After I gave the best birthday gift too, boo!”

“How do you still have energy?” Mumbling.

“I have to keep up with you, both of you.”

“Agh.” Norton does not want to think about how Fool’s Gold is going to demand a birthday gift too, “Do me a favor and blue ball him.”

“Norton, you won't let me top and you expect me to do denial on him? Hah, no.” Using a modern term for being the dominant one, supposedly. You simplify a lot of your bedroom explanations to him.

“At least, make him work for it.” Moving to lay on his side with his arms wrapped around you.

Fool’s Gold

There is no dressing up for this, he would not appreciate it like his counterpart likes seeing you in lace. Simple lingerie, especially when he can rip it off. No, the hunter likes simply having you on your knees playing your role. He has not forgotten about this, about how it turned him on.

“Bark.” Commanding you. His legs wide open while he sits in the chair made for the hunters.

You are on your knees with your arms up partly as you copy a dog stance while standing, “Arf!” Barking a little too easily, the usual grin on his face widening at the sight of you degrading yourself as his gift. “Woof!” He pulls on the makeshift leash that is his belt.

“Open your mouth for your treat.” His fully formed hand is tugging at your bottom lip, “Tongue out.” Unzipping his pants, unbuttoning it so he has room to pull out that thick reconstructed cock. Pulsing with the purple glow. Tugging you so your breath is hot on his cock. Oh, he likes this sight with his thick nonhuman cock on your tongue weighing heavy.

The way you remain in place waiting for his command, and even better how soon he is going to see tears of pleasure running down that pretty face of yours.

“Go on, suck your treat up.” Norton definitely likes this. You normally would not do this again after the last time he did this with you, but it seems mercy is on his side.

A wish is granted for his birthday.

Soul Catcher

Mortals. All of them from animals to humans, their lives are fleeting, finite, he did not understand why he must assist in preserving these souls. They all will return to the land of the living upon reincarnation, to suffer and struggle. He sits watching a soul that captives him these days, singing a song and often messing up the lyrics, you currently are doing chores. Nothing special about this life or how you live it.

A plain soul, he found the company of such a domestic person a change of pace, a way to see the beauty of life before he claimed it for death. Soon you will follow like all mortal things.

“A celebration of life and another,” You explain, “Though you are not alive, we should still celebrate the contribution you give to all life.” Smiling as you hand him a poncho you created for him. “Death is equally as important as life.”

A birthday, he has no need for such a thing but the gift is given to him, here in this field of cut wheat, the window blowing softly as he stands up and puts on the article of clothing.

“It looks great on you!” Clapping your hands together, “Do you like it?”

“I do.” A quiet one as he often keeps to himself, “Thank you.” He does not have a need for this, yet he does not want to say that nor want you to think him ungrateful. The Soul Catcher touches it fondly as this will be treasured like all the memories he will have of you when the time comes to collect your soul.

Highway Cavalier

“Hiya, speedster.” Waving to him before leaning on the door of his car, “Practicing?”

“No, just checking on the girl before Luca and Demi kick me out for the day.” The engine sounds clear as he revs it and slowly winds it down, “You?”

“Soon, I need to test run the Mach Two before the entry races next week.”

“You've been test-running the damn thing all week.” Shutting the car off, “Join us later.”

“You know I can't, speedster. I gotta do my checks and do my practice laps—”

“Yes, you can because it's my birthday.” He grins, leaning in close towards you.

“What!?” You cover your face, “Oh, my God, Norton, why didn't you tell me?! I could've gotten you a gift or something.”

“I'm mentioning it now and the only gift I want is to see you at the bar getting drinks with us.” Pinching your cheek when you uncover your face to pout, “Maybe a kiss or two for an extra gift too.” Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively before laughing when you hit his arm.

“Silly man as if I don't already kiss you enough,” Rolling your eyes playfully.

The Orphan of Goetia

“A mutual gift for both of us to enjoy the desires of the flesh.”

Infernal Sin, King of the Seventy-Two demons of Hell, the Lord of the damned, has gifted him what they both desire. Norton’s heart is the Infernal Sin's heart only with a human host, he feels what the other feels too.

“I am such a benevolent King, aren't I?” A rhetorical

question as he laughs with glee, “Well!? Go on! Indulge.” Here in this bedroom of red lights and sheets of silk, a heavy smell of wine and iron, Norton is unsure if he should even touch you.

There you sit wrapped up with large fabric ribbons presenting you as a gift. The makeup on your face waa done by that worshiper obsessed with the demonic king and him. You look away, gagged with a ball held by leather straps.

“Go on. This is for us.”

You are laid back, the Orphan of Goetia and the Infernal Sin above you, the hands you feel however are only Norton’s. Carefully unwrapping you, freeing you but you remain on the bed. His hands remove the gag, his mouth on yours immediately desperately.

The sensation of a rocky hand sliding up your legs before slipping between them.

The King once told you here you will find heaven or hell, here you can be worshiped or be made to grovel. He will— They will have you one way or another.

“This is…” Norton speaking with laboring breath, “(Name)...” His lips on your skin, your neck to chest, a trail of hickeys following.

“Norton.” Moaned out as the monster enjoyed himself preparing you, “Please, God.” Thick fingers preparing you, it is as if he knows just how to touch you.

“Not God, us. From now on it will only be us.” The demon king says— Promises.

Mining Director

“You can open them.” Saying as the dining room table is covered with gifts sent to him. Perks of being the most desired and envied man in the mining business— With a hand in other businesses and politicians. Norton Campbell made himself the most powerful man both in the public eye and behind the scenes. “Useless junk.”

You sit there unsure what to say or do given his mood today. It is his birthday and though he has a ton of gifts and riches fit for a king, you had hoped he would celebrate with you… Like old times… When you were both two kids trying to make it in the cold world.

“What?” Norton says, he sees you not moving from your spot, his eyes go to the small box in your hand.

“It's nothing.” Putting the box down, turning around ready to leave the room. The boy you loved, that boy has grown up into a materialistic man. You married him because you love him, but you wonder if he loves you… If that boy is still there wanting to play with you like always.

“Wait,” Grabbing your arm, “Is this for me?” Looking at the poorly made box.

“... No point in asking. It's with the rest of the junk.” Sounding every bit hurt.

Norton curses in Spanish under his breath before pulling you into his arms and squeezing you, “Mi Vida, nothing you give me is junk.”

You hide your face in his chest embarrassed by your feelings of inadequacy, he has the world and you want to show him your love.

“Let me open it.” Opening it while still hugging you, “Hah! You found the old thing!?” Pulling out the old toy model car he would play with as a kid, “Can't believe it. Thought the old man sold it.”

“I found it when visiting the old neighborhood. The pawn shop had it on display and I… I hope you like it, Norton.”

He drops the box to touch the toy, this small piece of the past. When he was a boy, he used to play with this car pretending to be a racer. The grand places he would imagine with you in tow chasing after him.

“Norton?”

His face is buried in the crook of your shoulder, you touch his hand as you feel him trembling against you. 

[dentiststoothfairy]

Aaah! Just kidding lol, I wanted to say that I’m really glad to see the contributions you have brought to the idv fandom. I recently got into idv, and stumbled on your page because of it 😅 I wanted to ask if you would at all be interested in continuing that artist so x Norton? Really loved it!Maybe a part 2 on there growing relationship, or even how Hunter Norton see the reader after turning? I don’t want you to rush or feel obligated to do this! I saw your recent post about being in pain for a few months, so don’t push yourself. And I hope you feel better 💞

🍩 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 🍩 & ⛏️ 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝 ⛏️

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐇𝐘 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒/𝐎

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈

Afterwards, Norton was a lot more... Out of his usual character around you?

He seemed to be a little more gentle with you, a little more awkward. It was almost cute.

Its giving "his eyes softened" trope.

Don't get me wrong. He's still pretty stoic and stuff, he doesn't uproot his entire personality for you. But there are uh, very subtle changes.

He's less snappy first of all. He doesn't assume the worst instantly when you stare at him and depending on the day, he either acts like he doesn't notice or he freezes a bit.

"You're still doing that?"

Give him some time, he's not used to the positive light on his appearance <3

But he'll find himself looking around to see if you're around, just so someone familiar is in his general vicinity.

He'll stand up for you if anyone gives you any fucking issues about the fact you're incredibly shy.

He can shut Freddy up so god damn fast. He usually would've turned a blind eye but he sort of developed a bit of a sweet spot for you.

And if anyone asks him about it, he either just sends them a dirty glare, tells them to piss off or just doesn't say a word.

But once he turns into Fools Gold, you do see him less.

Honestly, he finds himself disgusting.

He was turned into a psychotic monster of the rubble that killed everyone he knew.

That's twisted.

But, to be honest. You didn't give up on him. He was a diamond in the rough, but a diamond nonetheless.

The sketches never stop piling in. You drop them at his door so that he can still admire them. Not gonna lie this way is a little easier for you to face him hehe

In fact, you even incorporate a little bit of charcoal to give a nod to his new shape.

Originally he would've thought that was an insult of some kind. But. The way you draw him..

Do you..

Do you really see him like that?

But as you notice. Your papers that usually stack at his door are disappearing.

He's taking them.

Hopefully they're teaching him to continue to love himself

and maybe

they're teaching him to love you as well.

[bluemanifesto]

yamyn is dead // Fools Gold; NYS

authors note: i was so shocked to see y’all actually enjoying this mess 😭😭. if u wanna support please repost and like, ily all thankyou for the support anndjfjdj <33 also send me requests and theories and lmk if you guys want to be tagged 💏

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