🕯Identity V oneshots🕯

Norton x Reader 🍋🌶

The chilli means there's heavy BDSM or whatever it's just something I made up on a whim. I'm bored so I'm writing this :)

Your POV:
I sat on the cold floor waiting for Norton to come back from his match, I couldn't help but think just about him when he wasn't around. He was everything to me - how could I not? I looked at the walls, intricate wallpapers dampened by moisture trapped in the manor over the years. The room was lit a faint red as the lampshade illuminate the space this way. Streaks of light striped across my body, currently veiled in only a short silk nightdress. I felt a shiver course through my spine as I thought about him and what he did to me. All he had ever done to me, I craved more of it but I had to wait, to my disappointment. I looked at the scars that covered my thighs and arms, not scars of pain, no. They were scars of pleasure he had inflicted on me. I flinched as I head the door click, I knew at once he was back. I sat still, knowing what he would want from me before he even entered. The door slammed open with a creak and a crash, his figure stomping inside, his hat already thrown to some unimportant corner of the room. Not a word was exchanged between us as the door was hastily locked, and my body was attacked without any warning. A flurry of kisses across my collar bones and neck, his scent filling my nose as he did so - like a line of good coke. My eyes rolled back as I felt his teeth pinch my soft skin, pulling it away from the thin collarbone it clung to. His hands dug into my small frail body roughly, an iron grip almost strong enough to break my waist. My bruised hips were grabbed, making me wince in pain which was somewhat pleasurable. His eyes were glazed over my a cloud of lust and sadism, he was going to be ruthless yet passionate with me once again. I felt his piercing rub against my chin as he continued to lay a sheet of love bites onto my chest and neck. I couldn't contain my whimpers and cries of pleasure, through I knew I had to satisfy him soon enough. Chains were wrapped around my body tightly, the harsh metal cold against my skin, a freeze which would burn in a pleasurable way. His face was one of enjoyment as his grip on me drew blood, staining my lightly coloured nightdress. It wasn't a lot, but a stain which would never was out despite how many times I tried. The memories of what he did penetrated my skull how he had done multiple times, when he held my head to his gun and forced himself onto me. As if the torture of the matches wasn't enough, his actions unto me brought even more pain except with a twinge of pleasure. His reactions were what made it worth it, knowing I could pleasure him but when the games and matches had ended and only I was left, I found myself empty. His cold dead body almost a pleasurable sight after what he had done to me. Though I did enjoy both equally. I looked into my past; lost in the thoughts of what he inflicted on me and how things ended up when all was done. I was his toy to use during the games but in the end, he was the one to perish.

Bye this took a dark turn. This fanfic is just a place for me to dump my dark ass imagination at this point.
Also shoutout to @Alishadawolf for voting on all my mf stories as I wrote this whole thing.