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darling-i-read-it · 1 year ago
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plsplspls can i request some norman fluff i am hyperfixating on him again 🫶🏼🥲
I was going to write this last night but got tired and have so many thoughts about norman that I wanted to be fully rested. Norman Bates you will always be famous to me bbg
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Norman Bates makes me insane
If you want domestic life with a slasher, Norman is the closest you will get in my opinion. Aside from his mother, he truly is just the calmest man who gets anxiety with any kind of flirtation.
Say you meet at the diner when he goes out once. He's the town oddball. The kook. Everyone knows that after his mother died and the highway was moved, everything slightly altered in him
and you move into town and you get a job as a waitress and Norman is the nicest of your regulars. he always comes once a week to get out of the house, never stays for long because he has so much to do, and always gets the same thing.
"Eggs overeasy today Norman?" you tease. His cheeks flush as he goes to correct you, never once blaming you for potentially getting his order wrong.
"Oh u-"
"Scrambled Norman. I know, I was just pulling your leg." He flushes and smiles. He nods.
"Thank you." You maneuvered around him and to the back, dropping off his order. After he had cleared his plate he waited patiently for you to come around with his check. You always came in a timely manor and told him briefly about things that had happened over the week in town.
Today when you came back around, you had a particular smile on your face.
"Your breakfast is on me this morning Norman," you declared. He gave you a confused look. "On one condition." He cleared his throat, nodding for you to go one. "I get to come see your hotel and we have dinner over there."
a DATEEEE??????????
Norman Bates went a deep shade of red and then smiled. He had the most innocent smile on his face, you never would have guessed anything was wrong with him. In the moment he completely forgot about his mother.
he accepted gratefully, saying he would pick things up special. You promised to be by the next day around 5.
you came by the next day and Norman had never seen someone so beautiful. He saw you in your work clothes, your apron usually covered in the muck of your morning.
you were wearing something you thought date appropriate and he had gotten one of his better sweaters out of the back of his closet. One of the ones his mother had gotten for him to wear out.
He was cagey at the dinner.
You couldn't even glance up the stairs. He was already disobeying by having you in the house. But he wasn't cagey enough to deter you from having a good time.
Norman was shy but he had great conversation. All the people who came by his hotel made for great stories. You brought stories from the diner, from before you had moved out there
You noted he didn't have any help out there and he was clearly a busy man.
'Norman have you ever thought about hiring help?"
"Who would be my waitress?"
"I can make you eggs here!"
it was a bad idea. horrible even. Norman knew this but his desire to have you around was so strong, even if it wasn't technically safe for you. How long could he hold his mother back? What if he insured you were always here when someone else was, when there were people in the motel?
He started to try and find reasons to keep you around. Things that needed to be done but not necessarily as soon as he was having you do them.
You helped him paint the outside of the motel. You changed the bulbs in the sign. You got new linens and looked through the logbook for frequent fliers and silly fake names.
Norman couldn't shake it though. His mother would always be there to argue the worst of you. Even if you were helping him and not harming him, even if you hadn't made any actual move.
he wanted to kill his mother. but she was a shut in, she had no one else to help her! he was trapped in a cage of her making, one he could not leave. the dutiful son.
he made the first move. He wanted to kiss you silly since the first time he had seen you, imagining how your lips tasted in shameful nights.
You were helping him in the office. He was back in the parlor while you sat at the desk out-front. You had just checked in a couple, clearly people who were not currently married to each other.
They had used ridiculous fake names. Norman walked back to the front of the room. He looked particularly handsome, wearing a white button up shirt tucked in his slacks.
"If we were fake married, what would our names be?" you questioned. Norman took a bite of the apple in his hand and shrugged. He leaned against the desk.
"Mr and Mrs Disney," he suggested. You nodded slowly.
"Mr and Mrs Flinstone."
"Too one the nose. That show just premiered," he suggested." He looked over your shoulder at the log book. He had gotten so used to having you around, so comfortable with your presence. He liked imaginig the two of you as a married couple. The Bates Motel with two Bates once again.
"Mr and Mrs Disney it is," you teased. You looked up at him and he was so close, his face just hovering beside yours. You smiled cheekily.
Before you had even comprehended it, he had kissed you.
Norman wanted that life. He liked the idea of that life. Maybe his mother would be okay with it if you were married. Maybe he could sway her.
Without even knowing it, you had helped him muster courage to fight his mother. A problem you barely knew existed. You had heard her, you had thought it was weird you had never seen her, but you trusted Norman.
A ring on your finger would be so nice, he thought. So nice.
Finally put a cork in the townsfolks mouths.
Norman took a wife?
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make-your-own-evil · 2 years ago
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could I request hcs for norman bates with a shy s/o?
yes you could 👀
note: feel free to reblog my work! just please give credit where credit is due :)
Norman Bates x Shy!S/O
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welp, youre going to have to confess first because he's not doing it
even if your werent shy, becoming norman's s/o is quite the accomplishment with all of the hurdles you would have to jump through
ya know with the whole "all women are whores except for mother" thing
if his s/o doesnt actually identify as a woman that would create a rather interesting loophole for his *ahem* urges
regardless of gender or sexual identity, any possible s/o would need the approval of mother or rather "norma"
a shy and timid thing like yourself for her shy and timid son? hmm.. this could work... maybe
theres a video of introverted dogs going to a dog park where theyre all standing completely still not doing anything and thats kind of how i imagine this would go
he actually did pretty well at first asking marion to eat with him so i would assume that he wouldnt have too much of an issue initiating things
the two of you are blushing, stuttering and mumbling messes. theres an awful lot of socially awkward tension between you too
but it almost feels comfortable?
whats something that you two could do that doesnt involve talking to or looking at each other?
a movie!
he's not taking you OUT to the movies, youre watching a movie on the tv with him. on the couch. a good two feet apart. not moving.
he would ask you if there was anything he could get you every 15 minutes
oh god is that a kissing scene? god dammit now his face is red... and yours is too
out of the corner of your eye you can see him making quick glances, shifting his weight and flexing his fingers while youre sitting with him
tries to eventually scoot closer to you
movies over! that was fun! goodnight!
being norman's shy s/o would require a lot of patience. in a way its probably for the better since he wouldnt feel as intimidated as he would with someone who wasnt as shy as he is
if you dont mind that he's as shy as you are or that his mother wants you dead then go right ahead! he can be a big sweetheart 💕
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charliedawn · 5 months ago
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Can you write about the slashers finding out the nurse has a stalker? (That isn't them lol)
(Hi ! Sorry for the absence everyone. It has been a really busy year for me. But here you go ! Thank you for the request !)
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Jack is usually pretty chill. He wouldn’t do anything at first if he saw the stalker didn’t bother anyone. But, if he saw that the stalker was starting to get a little too annoying ? He would make him get the message.
Jack would drape an arm over your shoulders and give the stalker the ‘Get out of my face’ look.
And if he still didn’t get the message ?
Then the stalker would unfortunately find his way down a flight of stairs—the express way.
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You were sleeping when you heard someone open your window. You immediately turned on your lamp, but was surprised to find Patrick Bateman standing in the middle of your room.
He was covered in blood and lit up a cigar.
He took a deep puff and exhaled loudly.
You waited a few minutes before asking what he was doing here and why he was covered in blood. To which, he took his time to answer.
Patrick: "I apologise. I found a cockroach at your window."
You *look him up and down suspiciously*: "…Must have been one hell of a cockroach, huh ?"
Him *smirks* : "One BIG cockroach."
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Bo: "Ssh…You the one who likes followin’ Nurse Y/N around, huh ? Ssh…Come on. We wouldn’t want to wake them up with your pussy screams, right ?" *proceeds to bust the stalker’s kneecaps*
Bo is the type of man to take action. He wouldn’t wait or warn you about the problem—but he would take care of it. Because he likes to be the man of the situation, the one who takes care of business and makes sure no one would be stupid enough to bother you.
So, let us just say that the stalker unfortunately didn’t make it.
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"Oh oh oh. Naughty naughty stalker. You are one fffffunny human, ain’t ya ?!"
You woke up the next day with a pool of blood next to your bed. When you asked Penny about it, he replied with a large smile that he had a midnight snack.
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You told Norman and asked for his opinion on what to do. He asked you to explain exactly what was happening and remained with a polite smile on his face as you proceeded to explain everything.
Once you were done, he still had a smile on his face. He wordlessly stood up, rolled up his sleeves and left for a couple of minutes before returning with an axe.
Your eyes widened and you tried to stop him, but too late. He stepped outside, knowing your stalker was probably waiting for you to get out of the house. The stranger was surprised when he saw Norman leave. It didn’t take Norman long to spot the stalker and without his smile leaving his face, he walked towards the stalker and swung his axe—barely missing the top of the stalker’s head.
"…If my baby girl/boy ever tells me you have been following her/him again…I won’t miss."
And with that, Norman went back into the house—humming a happy tune…while the stalker was left on the ground with his pants soiled upon having the scare of his life.
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Pennywise was being his usual annoying and sarcastic self when he noticed someone following you from a distance. He didn’t care at first…not until he read the guy’s thoughts. And what he found in there ? It was enough to make his usual smile falter.
After that day, he decided to teach the guy a lesson. He hence took your appearance for a day and lured your stalker away from anywhere where they could be seen. And when he was sure there was no one around ? He took back his appearance and in one second, gulped down the stalker.
Literally.
No more stalker. Pennywise didn’t even leave the bones behind.
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Brahms noticed from the start. Of course he did. Brahms used to be a stalker himself. But, your stalker was not a professional stalker and Brahms didn’t take him all that seriously at first. Besides, who was he to judge ?
But then…He hurt you. He took pictures of you. He kept them to himself, and Brahms felt as if it was getting exhausting for you.
And Brahms could not take it anymore.
One night as you were sleeping, the stalker crept into your room as per usual, but Brahms was waiting for him this time. And before he could approach your bed, Brahms took the stranger by the neck and held him above the ground. The stranger’s feet kicked the air…until they didn’t move at all.
Brahms let his body fall to the floor. He then proceeded to drag him out of your room—unaware that you had been awake the whole time. You closed your eyes and let go of the knife you had been clenching in your hand.
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Jason noticed that one of the nurses was following you around. At first, he didn’t do anything as it seemed that you weren’t all that bothered by it. But then, he realised that you weren’t smiling as often anymore and that you would occasionally take pills to help with the tiredness (having a stalker meant really little sleep since you knew they were watching you.)
And finally, the stalker hurt you. He saw a bruise around your wrist and that…That he couldn’t handle.
At his arrival in St Louis, his machete was confiscated, but he was hired by a domestic furniture company to do mandatory work. And guess what is in high supply in his place of work ? That’s right. Wood and nails. Jason built himself a wooden mace with nails. Poor stalker ended up in a ditch around the hospital…his whole body smashed and mushed.
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The moment Michael Myers would get a whiff of that stalker near you, he would become a permanent wall between you and the stalker. Your own watcher and bodyguard. The stalker would become the observed. Michael wouldn’t sleep or eat while the stalker is still there. And the moment they would meet ? Myers would make him regret ever being birthed into the same world as him…
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gatorbites-imagines · 7 months ago
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Can you please do Slashers (Norman Bates, Patrick Bateman, Micheal, Jason, Brahms, Billy and Stu. You get the idea) with a, hear me out, a s/o who is just as if more out of pocket and crazy as they are, but here’s the catch their s/o aka you 🫵, don’t even realize how they are acting. (This was a 3 am woke up in the middle of the night with sweats kind of concept) But, do with that what you will.
💙💜🩵
Slashers x male reader
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I don’t really know Norman, since I’ve never watched Psycho, and Patrick. I know Patrick somewhat at least a little cuz I’ve seen clips, so this is all based off wikis, so I hope it’s still good.
Norman Bates
Norman typically seems to have a more subdued and submissive personality, so for you two to be dating, his mom has to be out of the picture somehow. Maybe you guys still run the motel though.
Norman is possessive of you, not wanting to lose you. So you being just as possessive, if not more, in return, would probably tickle him pink even if he doesn’t want to express it. his second personality would enjoy it if you were just as violent too.
It doesn’t seem like Norman registers that hes got some issues himself, so he probably wouldn’t even notice that you had them too, or that you didn’t realize it either. You two are just two guys who are less than stable, but boy are you happy together in your little murder motel.
Patrick Bateman
You two would be like a house on fire, I think. Having someone just like himself if not worse, would only make Patrick more set in stone about his life and decisions. You two would end up clashing heads pretty regularly, since you both have such eccentric personalities, but then it goes back to being a loving relationship again.
You two are unhealthily co-dependent, and you just push each other to be your worst selves. Your worst, well dressed, manicured and intelligent selves. You guys are probably seen as kinda snobby or full of yourselves to everyone else, but you and Patrick have a great time.
You not realizing that you act this way would excite Patrick I think, since that’s the one up he has on you where you are more than him in every other way. It also excites him in other ways, since you are just like this, and this is who you are without all the debating on if this is right or not.
Michael Myers
You guys met at the asylum, that’s the only place I could imagine you two met. How you two got together I’m not sure, but it wouldn’t take long. You are both quiet and terrifying to be around, but it draws you together.
Neither of you talk much, which just results in you guys being able to communicate in silence. When you guys get out, it’s like a date for you two, going on another Halloween killing spree. If walking slowly around, knives in one hand, and holding the others hand in the other, counts as a date. Its romantic to you two, that’s all that matters.
I don’t think Michael himself really thinks about the way hes acting, so he wouldn’t think about it with you either. That’s just how he is, and how you are, and you go together like two misshapen bloody puzzle pieces.
Jason Voorhees
Jason is a serial killer, yes, but he’s also a nice guy if you look past all of that. So, if you are just chill like him most of the time, and partner up with him to get rid of the people who go where they shouldn’t go, then it would be a pretty nice relationship.
If you were even worse than him, then I could see him silently admiring you as you put together traps even, he didn’t think about. You not looking like Jason also means you can leave the forest to go into town and get different equipment, which just ups your game.
Jason doesn’t have much of an opinion on the fact that you don’t realize that you are worse than him, since this is also just the way he is and has been for who knows how many years. He likes that you are like him and that you aren’t scared of him.
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms is a huge fan that you are as bad as him or worse. Hes a little creep, so he would start salivating knowing you are watching him back, or seeing how you get rid of your ex on your own when they show up at the mansion.
You two are like gasoline on a fire for the other, since you just fuel the worst parts of each other in the best way, in your shared opinion. This means there’s no reason for Brahms to hide in the walls. He still likes doing it though, just so he can watch you, or you can come after him.
Like a good chunk of the others, Brahms doesn’t really register that he’s pretty messed up himself. Living in isolation for so long will do that to ya. So, it doesn’t really mean anything to him that you don’t realize how you’re acting. He just likes that you watch each other’s freak.
Billy Loomis
It excites Billy in multiple ways that you match his crazy. And by multiple ways, I mean it. It gets his blood pumping and gets him flustered to see you match his plans, or even push them further than he could have ever thought of.
You two are both horror movie obsessed bloodthirsty idiots, who both get way too excited about planning and committing the slashing. You just push each other to be worse, and to push the limits more and more. It makes you more likely to be caught, since you guys fuel each other.
To Billy its so hot that this is just how you are and that you don’t even really realize how you are acting, it’s like you are something walking right out of his deepest fantasies. But he’s has to be the voice of reason, and has to make sure you don’t let anything slip in public, just in case.
Stu Macher
Stu doesn’t seem to be the brightest guy out of the ghostface duo, so he’s probably just hyped that you match him, or go even further than him. If you go further than him, then I can imagine Stu also doing even more. Its kind of a cycle, you do something, and he follows.
It’s also what almost gets you guys caught multiple times, since you don’t really think your plans all the way through, since you both are just too excited and into what’s happening. Stu really likes the thrill of it all though, which leads to a lot of make out sessions.
Stu doesn’t really think about it much himself, that what he does is messed up and wrong, so I can’t imagine him thinking about how you act either. You two are kind of two halves of a whole idiot, and if Billy is around that he has to keep you guys on the right track so you don’t out yourselves or do something dumb.
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whiskehorange · 2 years ago
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How the Slashers Would Treat Your Stuffed Animals
literally pissing and crying writing this right neow.
Also, Happy New Years Loves! I wish everyone and myself a better 2023, I couldn't ask for better supporters ♥♥
Michael
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Stabs them repeatedly when youre not home until theyre nothing but a shredded mess like an untrained dog and when you confront him he denies it like you've accused him of murder.
Wait-
Jason
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Kisses each one on the forehead goodnight like he's going to be deployed in the morning. Comes home the next day with glass display cases for you to put your favorites/ most valuable in. Even buys them personalized stickers and trinkets to but in and on their box like he's assigned them their own personalities.
Freddy
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Punches each and every one of them in the face as hard as he can like they all own him a grand each right in front of you, laughing until he violently shit himself while you scream at him to leave them alone.
Bubba
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Gives each one their own day to help/follow him around the farm (carrying them around in one arm or aggressively stuffing them down his pants when he needs to use both hands) while actively getting them dirty with blood, dirt, and shit or tearing them in the process of being so unintentionally violent.
Thomas
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Gives them dirty looks when they touch his stuff but actively grows very fond of them and shares all of the family drama and tea with them when they are alone. The dirty looks shift to you when you walk in on a heated tea spill session.
Brahms
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Steals them from you.
Humps them.
Cries and denies taking them if you find them before he's able to "sneakily" put them back where he got them.
Billy
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Refuses to acknowledge them and absolutely refuses to touch them, but buys you more and more whenever he's out by himself. When you leave the room he apologizes for ignoring them all day and adds the new friend to your collection. Has to turn them away when the two of you do the dirty.
Stu
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Gives them all government first, middle, and last names and doesn't forget them either. Also constantly buy you new ones whenever he sees them and issues them names, social security numbers, and jobs before he even gives them to you. Makes them beef with each other.
Norman
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Dresses up and has tea parties with them. When your not home. Writes and prints hand made name tags, name plates, bibs, and beautifully crafted invitations with their own messages for all of them. Spends hours making real treats for said parties.
Hannibal
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Quietly passive aggressively threatens each of them that if hey even think about getting closer to you that he'll destuff them and use their skin as pillow covers, and will do so in front of the others. Insists that he loves them when you ask, shooting them dirty looks after you've turned around.
Bo
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Crop-dusts them if you keep them waist level and will even grab them and purposely rip the fattest, wettest, most gut wrenching, stomach rumbling, room clearing, radioactive, leg lifting fart you've ever heard right in their face and throw it at you, flipping you off as he walks away.
Vincent
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Makes them all their own little wax sculpture the same color as their fur and keeps them on a shelf above where you keep yours. Still doesn't have the heart to tell you that he stole one from you once to sculpt and accidentally dropped it in a vat of wax and had to dump the whole basin because it was ruined. Claims you must have just misplaced it.
Lester
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Makes you homemade, roadkill fur stuffed abominations that smell like the wettest of shit and will set them right next to yours on your bed/shelf. Can never remember the names of your stuffed ones and called them something not even close to what they are, thinking he's 100% right. Pets them unconsciously if he's standing next to them and just mindlessly talking.
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slasherscream · 6 months ago
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Hello Bee! First I want to say that I really love your writing and your characterization of the characters. I've read so much of your stuff over and over again, it's so good! Thank you so much for writing it all!
Secondly, I wanted to make a request. Sorry if this sounds dumb, but could you please make a crazy ass husbands with an artisitic s/o? Like someone who may not necessarily create art, but is really passionate about like painting, and music, and just all the types of art? I saw you added Vincent Sinclair and thought of this 😄.
If not its fine, I still want you to know that I adore and enjoy your writing! Well wishes! 🩷🩷
Qimir (the acolyte) - Qimir likes the way you get carried away by music. The way you close your eyes when you walk into a cantina and musicians are playing. The little songs you hum to yourself when you’re piloting the ship, or fixing something. Music awakens something in your soul. You feel it deeply. Love songs and tragic laments alike light a fire in you. Every now and again he’ll have the two of you go to planets known for their music, their unique sounds, and singing styles. It’s always under a false pretense. The training or mission he sends you on are usually extra grueling before you’re given your “reward”. Otherwise, he feels like a slave to the whims of your joy. What wouldn’t he do to see you smile? To relish your little gasp the first time you hear a new instrument or song? He likes to reach out, using the connection you two share, and feel what you feel. He’s so glad he freed you from your shackles of repression. The way you indulge your passion is beautiful. 
Norman Bates - You’ve always loved flowers. The first thought you had about the motel was that it needed some nice flowers outside. You’ve traveled the country, visiting all sorts of gardens. It’s an odd hobby, but one you chased relentlessly. Until you met Norman, and settled into the hotel with him. But eventually you start to crave those gardens again, so you decide for the first time not to just admire gardens, but to cultivate one. There are a few false starts. Miserable failures. Mixed successes. But Norman is encouraging every step of the way, and eventually your little motel begins to shine. Ivy creeping up trellises you place against the house. Roses, peonies, lavender, poppies. All in ranges of colors and sizes. You repaint the motel when it begins to look shabby in comparison to the garden blooming around it. For the first time the motel starts to look… welcoming. Like a true home. People in town begin to stop by and spend the night just so they can have breakfast in the garden the next morning. People propose to each other at the Bates Motel. Get married there. Honeymoon. Have the celebrations for their baby’s christening among all your flowers and saplings. Norman doesn’t have a green thumb, but he brings you lemonade and kisses your cheek and thanks you earnestly for bringing color and life into his world. 
Hannibal Lecter - This is one of the ways you and Hannibal bond. You could talk about art for hours together. He’s a wonderful conversationalist, and your raw passion for the topic makes it so that you always have something new to say to one another. Date nights consist of going to art galleries for big and small artists. Something about being in one another’s presence sweetens the art itself. Hannibal often surprises you with trips to other countries just so you can go to their art museums and partake in new art scenes. Money is a small thing to Hannibal. The conversations you have about art? Those are priceless. 
Shane Walsh - He’s never been too interested in the arts. Not before the end of the world and certainly not after it. The only art that matters now is the art of survival. He tells you this often. Tells you to look to the future. Focus on surviving the day. On perfecting the skills he tries to teach you, day in and day out, so even if he’s gone, you’ll be okay. But you make him soft. For all that he bitches, he’s always giving in. Always looking to keep you alive, yes. But he wants you to be happy too. So he takes detours, and looks for libraries and bookstores that are beginning to cave in on themselves and smell of rotten pages and wood. He’s risked entire hoards of walkers to retrieve a book he knew was your favorite. He doesn’t mind when precious bag space is taken up by whatever paperbacks you can get your hands on. One day he might find a town that he likes enough and decide to go through the trouble of turning a library into a home for you. It will be well fortified, and he won’t like how many entry and exit points it might have. But he’d love to see you in your element, surrounded by what you love. 
V (from V for Vendetta) - So much art has been ruthlessly crushed beneath the boot of the fascist government you live under. Admiring the arts, any form of it, is like trying to hold sand in your hands. Your grip grows ever more desperate to hold onto anything. But there is no rhyme or reason to what is outlawed or taken away. Little bits of your soul are chipped away, with each new restriction, with each new burning or banning. Until V whisks you away to his hideout, and suddenly the world is made anew again. You are surrounded by art, art you didn’t even know existed. Things you couldn’t imagine in your wildest dreams. You inhale everything the gallery has to offer. You feel nearly gluttonous. In each room there is something new to see, hear, read. A feast for your senses anywhere you turn. You feel alive for the first time in years, maybe ever. V, in turn, feels his own form of gluttony. He cherishes every bit of delight he brings to your world. He feels like the worst kind of miser. The lowest of villains. What could be more precious than your smile? Or your laughter? Nothing. And by keeping you here, with him, he deprives the world of you and all you have to offer. But the world isn’t kind to precious things. So he keeps you like all the other treasures of this world. Hidden. Safe. Loved. 
Candyman - You collect book nook shelf inserts. Your home is covered in shelves, just to fit them. You have more book nooks than you do books separating them. Daniel is charmed to death by the collection. By the tender, diligent way you take care of them all. You spend hours of your week dusting. Fiddling. Making tiny adjustments. There must be something meditative about it, because you never complain. The joy he felt whenever he held a paintbrush is the same joy that flashes across your face when you open a new kit. He watches you assemble your precious, miniature worlds and ask you quiet questions, every now and again. He doesn’t want to break you from the beautiful trance you fall into, but he loves to peek into your mind. “What drew you to this scene, my love?” / “This one has an enchanting gloom to it. You have such an eye for art.” / “This one looks especially fragile, you might have to be more gentle, love.” He enjoys watching you lose yourself in your hobby. He loves the way you are unashamed in your joy. How you take pride in this work. You curl up into his side, after you’ve spent hours assembling one of your nooks, and the two of you will stare at it in all its completed glory. 
Robert Neville (I Am Legend) - At first he thought you were a hallucination. He’d been hearing things more often. Seeing things too. The human mind wasn’t built for isolation, as a scientist he was well aware of that. He tries to compensate as best he can. With his mannequins. With entertainment. By focusing on his research. He only has to stay sane long enough to fix the world he couldn’t save. That’s all. But then he sees you, while he’s hunting. The sun is still high in the sky, and you don’t move like a dark seeker. You’re cautious, slow. You also don’t move like a hallucination. You don’t really look like one either. He almost doesn’t approach you, afraid he’ll discover you were a mirage. He follows you all day long, until the sun is getting too low for comfort. Then Robert approaches you, fumbling through the obvious (it isn’t safe out here), barely remembering to introduce himself because people have names. Hoping desperately that you’ll trust a strange man instead of taking your chances with the dark. But the entire time he talks to you his eyes keep drifting to all the jewelry you’re wearing. Earrings. Bracelets. Necklaces. Rings. They glint in the light. Hypnotizing in their imperfections and intricacies. You move into his home, but you two drift around each other like ghosts. You’ve been alone so long, the both of you. You dreamed of meeting another living person. But faced with the reality of it, you’re overwhelmed. Until one night after dinner he finds you in the living room, making more of your jewelry. Slow and careful. He asks you about it, and you tell him it kept you sane while you were alone. Made you feel human. Then you look up at him, and he freezes under your gaze. (It’s been so long since he’s looked into someone’s eyes. It almost hurts. He can’t imagine ever looking away.) You ask him what kept him human. He’s not sure he still is. But he moves to sit beside you on the floor, hands you beads, and tells you he's been pretty fond of movies lately. 
Lestat De Lioncourt - You were a tailor in life, before he turned you. In death, in this eternity he’s given you, fabric is nearly your religion. With your vampiric eyes, you see even the tiniest flaw in stitching. All colors look more vibrant. The world looks more alive. Even though you can never see the way certain fabrics and colors catch the light of the sun, moonlight and starlight can be just as beautiful. You drag him to fashion shows in order to soak in the new styles, and cuts of clothing. You are as endeared by couture as you are the various counter cultures that arise throughout the decades you spend together. You spend exorbitant amounts of money on the finest bolts of cloth and thread. Sewing and tailoring and designing can be done entirely on your own. In fact, you’d probably be done quicker if you were just left to your work. But Lestat gets lonely when you lock yourself up in your work room for days on end. He likes to drape himself against your back, push himself into your side. Trail teasing fingers up your arm, to see if he can get your ever steady hands to falter (he cannot.) Looking over your shoulders and seeing what latest fashion has caught your eye is his hobby. You don’t mind the company of your muse. Sometimes you even sit him in front of you as you sew, and let the sound of him talking guide your needle and thread. He hardly wears anything you don’t make. Not only is your work superior, but every piece is made of love. 
Abe Sapien - You love everything about movies. How they’re made. Sound design. Light design. Set design. The difference between digital and film cameras. Abe was caught in your orbit the minute you were recruited. Talking to you, trying to form a connection, however, did not come as easy. Awkward nods as you passed one another in the hall. Stilted, dry conversation as you ate lunch at the same tables. It was enough to drive him mad. He didn’t know why he alone was unable to form any sort of acquaintanceship with you (especially when he wanted far more than that). This all changed during movie night. You were watching the voted on film play out on screen, entranced by every individual frame, it seemed. He’d never seen anyone smile so fetchingly, or blink so little. He bravely, and quietly, asked if you were enjoying the film. You began to eagerly whisper to him all sorts of details about how the film was made, the difference between the final product and script. Apparently, it was one of your favorites. With one conversation, the bridge between you two was crossed. Abe had been so caught up in enjoying literature, he hadn't explored much of the diverse realm of cinema. Happily, you appointed yourself the esteemed position as his guide. Somewhere between sharing your tastes, late night discussions, and dry eyes from sleepless nights, you leaned over to kiss him. He kissed you back, and you both forgot all about movies for a little while. 
Vincent Sinclair - You were an avid admirer of sculptures. You went to museums, and had to curl your hands into fists to resist the urge to reach out and touch the statues. There was something so beautiful about someone taking the time to carve human shapes out of stone and earth. To make marble resemble fabric as delicate as silk. It was breathtaking to you, really. Until you came across the House of Wax, you hadn’t really thought of wax as a means to make sculptures. Instantly, you are captivated. You forget that your car is being “repaired”, so closely do you look at every sculpture. You admire each one from several angles, for long periods of time, face giving away nothing. Vincent watches you, wanting to know what you’re thinking about his art so desperately he feels as if he’ll die. He interrupts Bo from the preparations to kill you and makes him ask you questions. Bo asks each one through gritted teeth, irritated to be playing a game of telephone, but even he is a little charmed by your thoughtful answers. When Vincent insists on not killing you Bo just shakes his head and washes his hands of the situation. You fall asleep in the town’s only motel, but when you wake up you’re in Vincent’s workshop. You’ll be able to admire his art for as long as you like now. 
Joel Miller - You tell him stories. You’re an avid collector of them. Wherever you go, you collect a story from someone. Sometimes they’re fantastical. Some myth or aesop fables that will be lost to the sands of time and the chaos of the apocalypse within just one more generation (if humanity makes it that long.) Other times they’re heartbreakingly real. The taste of an apple pie someone’s grandmother used to make for them. The memory of someone trying on their wedding dress for the first time. You have a way about you. It’s your eyes. The warmth in them. The understanding. Even after so many years of survival and fighting, you possess an empathy that should have gotten you killed by now. Instead you’re the keeper of people’s stories. You’ll be riding side by side on your horses, and Joel won’t sense any danger nearby, so he’ll say the magic words: You got a story for me today, L/N? And you always do. The sound of your voice keeps his head quiet. 
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A/N: i blushed bugs bunny curled ears style. thank you for the compliments, made my day! i think yours is the first crazy ass husbands gang request i’ve written! if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writer's fuel is engagement. Xoxoxo
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black-brained · 6 months ago
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Now… why is he sitting like that?
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mythicalcowboyatheart · 5 months ago
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Slashers - "I wanna baby"
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Warnings:
Mentions of baby stealing
Characters:
Billy Loomis, Stu macher, Ethan Landry, Norman Bates, Tiffany Valentine, Art the clown, Herbert West, Brahms Heelshire, Patrick Bateman, Spencer Charnas
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🎃Billy Loomis:
• he'd look at you like you were insane
• "we have school"
🎃Stu macher:
• "what to like hang out with?"
• you'd have to explain that no you want his baby
• he'd probably be down to have kids
🎃Ethan Landry:
• "but I have econ"
🎃Norman Bates:
• he'd be excited his mother on the other hand probably not
• he'd be a great dad though if.......you make it to having his kid
🎃Tiffany Valentine:
• she'd be so happy
• "yes of course sweet face!"
• then she'd probably steal a baby
🎃Art the clown:
• I feel he'd either be confused
• he'd be like "we already got her" (the pale little girl)
• or he'd do what Tiffany does and steal a baby
🎃Herbert West:
• he'd probably look at you like your crazy
🎃Brahms Heelshire:
• "but I'm your baby"
• he'd be kinda confused
• and ask why your trying to replace him
• then you'll have to explain that no your not trying to replace him but you want his baby
• he'd still probably be confused
🎃Patrick Bateman:
• he probably not really care
• he'd help you make the baby but idk how much of a parent he'd be to the child
🎃Spencer Charnas:
• I think he'd be happy
• he'd probably be a good dad
• lots of horror themed baby clothes
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slasherswifey · 1 year ago
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How you kiss
Part 1
Billy Loomis:
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Thomas Hewitt:
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Michael Myers:
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Henry Bowers:
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Patrick Hockstetter:
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Reggie (Belch) Huggins:
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Victor Criss:
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Norman Bates:
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iloveslasher · 5 months ago
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Headcannons:
S/O commits suicide (Michael,Jason, Thomas & Bubba)
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amomentsescape · 1 year ago
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Can you write something for Norman Bates when his S/O brings a kitten home?
Norman When Reader Brings Home a Kitten
Norman Bates x Reader
A/N: I wrote this similar to how I wrote the HC's for the other Slashers!
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Finding a lonely stray kitten only left you with one option
You had to take it home
And truth be told if Norman was in your shoes, he would have done the same thing
He is definitely more of a cat person
And there is no way he could have left the baby to fend for itself
So when you came home with the fluff ball, Norman melted
He immediately runs the water and gets a warm bath ready
Is so gentle wiping away the dirt from it's fur
He holds the kitten to his chest while it's bundled in the towel for a good 30 minutes
Goes out and buys food and toys the very next day
Also gets a collar for the kitten to grow in to
Probably buys some old sheets to put over the furniture since he doesn't want them to get all furry (mother would be upset)
Is honestly a bit allergic but refuses to do anything about it
"It's worth it, dear"
Lets the kitten sleep on his chest at night
It's favorite spot to be is up on the counter napping while Norman works
He definitely wants you all to take pictures to put up around the house like a little family
Is honestly just so happy to have you and the kitten in his life
He doesn't feel so lonely anymore
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slasherstories123 · 2 months ago
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lightofthemoonglow · 3 months ago
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i got sick recently and the entire time ive been like that one meme off of twitter where it's like "save me white woman....." but instead of white woman its norman bates. so can you do a norman x reader sickfix pwease? 👉👈😷
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Norman had been born to take care of others. From the time he had been small, he had been eager to help, bringing in bowls of soup, a damp cloth, anything to help Mother.
Mother had never been grateful, even when she had been at her lowest and needed his help. She had sneered at him, made him feel like his help was making her worse. Later on in life, he realized it was because Mother hated being vulnerable. She had been afraid of what would happen if he knew she was as weak as any other human.
But you’re different. You need him and aren't afraid to show it.
“Here’s your soup.” Norman places the tray in your lap. He had ensured the legs were sturdy, not wanting the soup to spill on your lap. He had tightened the screws and made sure the legs were even, taking longer to do that than to make the soup. The motel was empty and would be for a few days. There was enough to tide him over until you were better and even a while after that. Norman didn't need much. All he truly needed was you and you were right here.
Even though you didn’t know it, not yet.
“You’re so sweet, Norman,” you sniffle and let him push your hair from your sweaty forehead. You’re warm, too warm, it would be a while until you could leave your bed. He had set up a room up at the main house for you, not wanting you to be alone down at the motel. Of course, he was right down the hall, ready to be at your beck and call. But you rarely called, clearly not wanting to take advantage of his kindness.
You were nothing like Mother.
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charliedawn · 1 year ago
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Heyyy :) glad your back 🖤🖤🖤 I don’t know if your doing requests or not but if you are could you do, how would the slashers flirt with nurse? (Particularly five since he is like a old man I thought that would be funny) no worries if you can’t, I love your work ❣️❣️❣️
Warning: Highly suggestive.
Bo Sinclair :
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"Well…Hello there, sugar pie. Ya lookin’ mighty alone. Mind if I change that fer ya ?"
Captain Smooth and Sailing. Bo knows how to be charming and he’d just waltz in with the biggest grin on his face and lean back before shooting you a smouldering gaze.
He knows what he wants and will go to any means to get it. And I mean any…
Bo *sneaking up on you from behind and wrapping his arms around you before giving you a kiss on the shoulder* "…Good mornin’, sunflower…How ya doin’ ? Good ? That’s great…" *whispers in your ear* "Bet I could make it better fer ya though."
He can be smooth, but also filthy. Depends on the day. One day he’ll be whispering sweet nothings into your ear, the next he’ll be slapping your ass and calling it a day.
Pennywise:
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Pennywise doesn’t touch. And doesn’t like being touched. His flirtation will be very limited and subtle. It’ll mostly be grins and cackles and mocking huffs…
Pennywise: "Well…Hello there, beautiful. Do you know that your hair is a mess and you look more like an asylum patient than a nurse today ?"
You *roll your eyes and start walking away* "Good morning to you too, Pennywise."
Him *snickers behind you* "Good morning indeed. If I still had to spook children to get my food, I’d certainly take your morning face…That’d do the trick."
Yeah…That’s Pennywise flirting. He wouldn’t flirt with you face to face…but he’d still do some things from time to time.
For example, you may find breakfast magically appearing on your desk, or a cup of (h/d) next to you when you finally sit and take a break.
Penny :
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Penny *hugs you tightly and refuses to let you go*
You : "…Penny. I need to work."
Penny *squeezes you harder*
Yeah…You won’t get any work done. That’s for sure. Penny is stubborn. He will not leave you alone and will keep holding you until he has enough.
That’s his way of flirting.
But…He has another side to him.
He bites. He can use it to show affection. He does it sometimes with his brother and the other slashers, but he’d be extra gentle with you and be careful not to hurt you.
He’d bite your wrist, your neck, your cheek…Just to say that he appreciates you. And even if it’s just to say hello. That’s Penny flirting. He doesn’t use words, but actions.
Vincent :
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He takes pictures of you. They were pretty innocent at first. He’d take pictures of you walking around the hospital and taking care of the patients. The staff even used his photographs to advertise the hospital.
But quickly…the photographs became recurrent and more intimate. He’d follow you around and almost beg you to pose for him.
He’d become obsessed and bring you some of his morbid art pieces for you two to simply talk and be close to you.
And you try to deny him attention ?
The man knows how to get what he wants. He’s similar to Bo in that way, but where Bo is demanding ? Vincent is all about begging and whining.
He’d go down on his knees and grab the hem of your shirt to pull you towards him and beg you to let him take photographs of you and keep them. Take some for his…personal use.
Vincent flirting is desperation.
He’d beg you until you give him the time of day.
Michael Myers :
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Michael *wordlessly pats his thigh*
The seat is all yours if you want it.
Kidding. Or not.
*cough cough*
Michael likes to cook and he’d fix you meals to cheer you up and listen to you if you need to. He’d be the perfect gentleman and even though he can’t talk, he’d make it obvious that he likes you through other means.
He’d protect you and make sure you are happy.
Unfortunately, because he can’t help bu want to kill you all the time, it’d be very difficult for the both of you to actually go on a date or go more than flirting basis. But, he’d still try to let you know that he likes you sometimes.
Michael *takes your hand and pulls you into a tight hug*
Michael may look or sound unapproachable at first, but it is because he is afraid of giving into hate and just lose control over the little humanity he has left…
Freddy Krueger :
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"Yo. Wanna bang ?"
Freddy is NOT subtle. He’s a slimy and sleazy little goblin who loves nothing more than touch, grab, grope and squeeze.
He’d follow you around like your personal horny demon.
"Coooome on ! I know ya wanna see what’s in my pants ! Just say yes, sweetheart ! See how daddy does it !"
Filthy language and sleazy smirks all the way. He’d be whistling after you and tip his fedora at you or lick his lips while looking you up and down.
To make it short: Flirty is his middle name and he’d just make sure to let you know that he is ALWAYS available and ready.
Freddy *smirks and takes your hand before dancing with you* "COME ON ! Move those curves, lovely !" *cackles*
Freddy may look and sound like a scumbag most of the time, but he is capable of being romantic. He only lets special people see it.
Jason :
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Jason is shy and will never be confrontational when it comes to flirting.
He maybe waves at you and hugs you sometimes, but not enough for you to understand what he means.
But, he is good with his hands and soon enough, goes to work.
Jason leaves you gifts. On your desk, on your nightstand, or any place he thinks you and only you would find them.
He carves little wooden figurines, mostly of frogs that he leaves around for you to find. And you always do. You then put then on a special shelf in the living room for everyone to see and admire.
It may not have been the initial goal, but he is happy to see you smile. And that is all he needs…
Norman Bates :
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"My darling…Would you…Would you do me the honour of going on a special outing with me ? Just the two of us ?"
Norman was an anxious wreck. He had sweaty hands and an nervous smile on his face. He wanted you to say yes. He had been thinking about a way to approach the matter with you for weeks…
You smiled back and when you accepted…he was overjoyed.
Norman is rather old-fashioned. His way of flirting is asking you out and treating you like a princess (or a prince)
He’d be more than happy to compliment you all day long and simply brush his fingers against yours while you stare deeply into each other’s eyes.
Five Hargreeves :
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"Tell me, Y/N. Are you alright ?"
You glanced back at him and blinked twice at the child who just asked you that question.
"…Last time I checked. Yes."
You then focused back on your work and tried to forget about it, but then Five sat down on your desk to look at the papers you were signing.
You didn’t think much of it until he rested his hand on the back of your neck and his thumb traced circles there.
You looked up at him, and he stared right back. You knew he was technically older inside but…You still swapped his hand away.
"Okay. What do you want ?"
"You. Me. Drink."
Your eyes widened and you looked around.
"How about you come back to me when you are…say…15 years older ?"
Yeah. He may be older in his mind. But his body is still very much the one of a child so…Wait and see.
Patrick Bateman :
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"Y/N. It has come to my attention that we haven’t had sex yet. Care to explain why ?"
That man has the ego of a mansion. He wouldn’t be flirting, he’d be practical.
Who needs feelings ? Who needs flirting ? He knows you find him attractive. And you know he finds you attractive. Why waste time on things like flirting ?
Patrick Bateman is a business man.
He sees a relationship as unnecessary as long as it doesn’t bring him anything.
So, if he starts showing interest in you ?
..
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Run.
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arsenic-catnep · 2 years ago
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how do you think norman bates would react to a new lover wanting to be the dom in the bedroom??
Norman Bates with a Dominant Lover
Definitely taken by surprise a bit.
He's not necessarily against it, but it's just not what he's used to.
Norm will need to be taught how to handle being submissive in the bedroom.
Go slow, praise him. Start soft, then slowly introduce him to harder things
Eventually you'll be able to peg him. He loves it.
Begging and moaning, he wants more even though the strap is fully inside him.
His ass is so soft, get him on his hands and knees and grope the plush as you pound into him.
So whiney.
Give him soft kisses when you ride him, but keep a firm grip on his shoulders. A reminder of who's in charge.
Make him look at you while he thrusts into your cunt. Hold him by his jaw and tell him how to fuck you
He's such a good boy, he'll do anything you say
It'll take him a while to get comfortable with restraints, or any kind of impact play. He's worried it'll send him into a frenzy and doesn't want to hurt you.
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myveryownfanfiction · 10 months ago
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen
warnings: mention of blood, mention of mother, menstruation
My head snapped up when I heard a small crashing noise come from the bedroom. Pulling up my pants, I made to move but was stopped by the cramp that coursed through me. Fumbling for the painkillers, I tried to take them as quickly as I could when I heard another crash.
"No. No. What did I do? What did you do?" Norman muttered as I came into the room. He looked up and sagged with relief. When he hugged me, I could still feel some tension in his shoulders. "I thought she had done something to you." He whispered as I stroked his hair softly.
"I'm okay Norman." I said softly. "Promise. She didn't do anything." Norman nodded against me.
"The blood..." He whispered. I nodded.
"I'm sorry. I thought I was better prepared." I said. "It's just my monthly." Norman nodded. We stood there holding each other for a second before I pulled back to look at him, brushing the hair off his face. "What broke? I heard a crash or something." Norman blushed.
"I backed into the dresser when i saw the blood. I thought something happened and I felt mother trying..." Norman shuddered and I nodded. "The other crash was me trying to fix the mess I already made." I looked over his shoulder at the dress and smiled at him softly.
"Just a vase. It's fine. I got it at the five and dime store down the road. Pretty sure they still sell them." I shrugged. Norman nodded, pulling back and chewing on his thumbnail.
"So what now?" he asked, voice going soft. Something in his eyes told me that mother was still trying to fight her way out.
“I clean these sheets and you put new ones on. Then we cuddle and try to go back to sleep.” I said with a smile. I leaned over and kissed his cheek before going to pull off the sheets. I bundled them up and went to leave the room. "Are you going to be okay? I mean is she..." Norman smiled at me and shrugged.
"She's quieter now if that's what you mean." He said. "I think not seeing the blood helps." I nodded before opening the door.
"Well if you need me..." I trailed off and Norman nodded.
"I know where to find you." He finished. I nodded and headed out to the laundry room. By the time the sheets were finished, I was too exhausted to bother folding them. "Norman can help in the morning." I mumbled to myself as I headed back to our room. Norman stood by the door with a pillow clutched to his chest. "Hey." I said softly and he looked up.
"Hey." He followed me back to bed and wrapped an arm around me. "I just wanted to say thank you." He whispered. "For keeping calm. I know it couldn't have been easy. Waking up with that and then me and mother on top of it all." Norman leaned over and kissed me softly. "I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you enough." I smiled at him and caressed his cheek.
"You don't have to thank me Norman." I whispered. He smiled at me before kissing my forehead. "Love you." I muttered before starting to drift off to sleep.
"Love you too."
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