#norman jayden x reader

[thisfanisgonesorry]

Pls.pls.pls if requests are still open and if you feel like it, I need more Norman Jayden🥲man's frustratingly underrated (like wth?)

yes yes yes!! thats what im saying!!! i love him so much why is hr such a niche fandom >:( p.s excuse this being an unfinished kinktober draft from last year yikes :sob:

tags: m!sub, smut, canon deviance. intox / drug play (tw!), car sex, creampie, use of triptocaine, i think thats it :P

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The gravel on the road rattled under the wheels of his car as he drove down the backroads. A laser-focused glare, his hands twitching on the steering wheel as he tried to focus. A light pang of guilt, a grim frown. He pulled off to the side, hidden behind fences and facing train tracks. The slight sludging sound of the car’s wheels sinking into the mud.

The car came to a slow stop as the rain pittered on the roof, blurring the windows from prying eyes as he fiddled with the blue vial. He groaned, pulling the metal bar under his seat and pushing it all the way back, then pulling me onto his lap.

“Sorry to take you out here.” He mumbled, as his hands brushed up and down my skin. His lips glided across my collarbone with a low groan. 

“S’okay.” 

“Hotel room ain’t safe f’us..” He trailed off, mouthing softly at my shoulder and neck in an attempt to be apologetically reassuring. His mouth pulled away with a short and shaking inhale, he leaned back and fiddled with the vial.

He opened it with a pop of the lid, one finger pressed against the opposite side of his nose and he gave a sharp inhale, snorting half of the vial and leaning his head back onto the headrest with a shaky sigh. “That’s the stuff.” He mumbled before holding towards me. “You wanna hit?”

I took it from his hand and held it to my nose, inhaling the last half while tilting my head backwards, slumping down into his arms, going partially limp and letting the vile slip out of my hands and onto the floor somewhere to be incriminating evidence at a later date.

“Thank you, baby.” I crooned, leaning into him and letting my lips brush against his neck. He let out a breathy moan and nodded into it, holding me tightly against him.

“Just keep kissin’ me, gorgeous, gotta let it hit.” He rasped out gently, sinking into the seat as I took control. His hands kept running up and down my sides, and he reached down momentarily, spinning the dial for the chair to lay less upright.

He loved the weight, laying down with me on top of him and letting us sink into the chair. He was limp, slumped against the fabric of the carseat. His eyes glazed over as he tried to enjoy the feeling, what little strength he had left he used to support my body that was lazily draped over his.

It only took a few moments to settle in. I sighed, shuffling around to grind into his hips lazily, waiting for the sudden renewal to hit me like a train. His breathing was ragged as he shuffled his hips, unbuckling his belt and trying to tug them down.

“I missed you.” He breathed, tugging at our clothes with a fervour to get them off. His shirt was thrown over the back of the seat and his pants pulled to his thighs, his hands fiddled between the hem of my shirt and my waistband.

I drew my hands to pull down my shorts with a lazily hum. “Missed you.” I lifted my hips, brushing my nose against the top of his head as I kicked the fabric to the floor. “So bad.”

My position made him nuzzle his face into the curve of my chest. His body trembled as he took off my shirt, throwing it in the backseat, and his mouth exploring the expanse of my torso.

My fingers laced through his hair, with a smug grin, his lips wrapped around the nub, earning a choked moan. “Cold?” He hummed, feeling them harden under the rain-clad air. I huffed in dry amusement, reaching behind me to turn on the heat, the air blowing through the car. “Smart.” He mumbled, not disconnecting from the skin.

His fingers danced across the flesh, short groans eliciting from his throat as his mouth stayed preoccupied. He dipped down, rubbing the insides of my thighs before grazing higher, and rubbing two fingers between the folds. His thumb running circles with a hazy look of adoration.

He tilted his face upwards, taking in the look on my face as he sunk his fingers deep, lazy circles on my clit. I nodded blankly, my hands digging into his hair, tugging at the locks to hear the lewd sounds that left his mouth. Both as vocal as the day is long. 

“Please, let me fuck you.” He asked softly, his fingers pumping and curling softly, feeling the wetness drip into his palm. “Please.”

His voice was breathless and pitchy like a child about to break into tears, low whispers of pleads filling the air as his fingers curled. My mind was too far away, too distant to fully distinguish the words from the slight ringing in my ears from the perfect way he pushed into my squishy spot that was calling his name.

My nails dug into his shoulders with a vacant nod, and he nodded back slowly. “Come on, say it.” He whispered, needing that vocal permission; “Tell me you’re here, gorgeous.”

“I’m here.” I sighed at his slowed movements, my body slumping slightly and head resting forward on his shoulder. “Yes, you can—” My body tense but languid at the same time, feeling everything all at once jolt through me as my mind ran hurdles to balance it out.

“Yeah?” He breathed with a lopsided grin, taking no time to shimmy his hips into place.

His hand tightly wrapped around his cock as he rubbed the tip between the wetness. His hips bucking as he slid himself up and down. I nodded, watching the way his eyelashes fluttered whenever his needy tip brushed against the entrance.

He slid in with a breathless groan, feeling the warmth, it was almost overwhelming as the chills covered his body. “Oh, fuck.” A small sigh as his body writhed against the seat. He pushed deeper and deeper. 

I bit my lip, hovering over him until his hands gripped my waist and pulled me down into his lap. An atypical rhythmic pattern of sloppy movements, moving my hips back and forth, audible grunts drawing from his throat.

My senses slowly started to come back to me, shuffling my knees to his sides and beginning to move myself in time. His throat constricted tightly and silent pants for air were all that were audible as his lips chased mine, but never connecting.

“You feel so good, so damn good.” I praised as I moved my hips so he’d nudge where I wanted him to. “I missed this.”

He vacantly agreed, his hips rolling desperately as he watched me slowly fall and then rise on him, his head lolled to the side as his lips ghosted my skin, my cheek, my jaw, my neck. “God, please use me.” He whined, wanting more, more, more.

I shuffled my knees again to support my weight, my hands on his shoulders as I slowly dragged myself up the space of his cock, then moving down harshly. On each downstroke, the soft tip would roughly hit the spongy spot inside, a blissed out moans from both of us filled the compact space.

His body trembled, his arms loosely draped around my waist and spine, his mind reeling with the bruising pace that shook the car. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” I slurred out, head lolling to the sides like I didn’t have the strength to hold it up. “It’s been too long.”

“Yeah. Has.” He responded simply, words bouncing around his skull in an attempt to form sentences like a DVD screen saver. His back would arch, pressing into me, before he’d slump back down into his comfortably languid state.

“Help..” I whined, pulling at his hands to help me fuck myself on him, my knees buckling at the exhaustion that strung itself through my body. He picked up quickly, his hands digging into the soft skin above my hips, digging his nails in and moving me in time. His body almost perked to activity at the request to do something besides lazily dragging his lips across my skin. 

“That’s it, use me to get off, fuck.” A strangled moan dragged from his pink lips, swollen and slightly bruised from the way he tried to muffle himself and tried to press love on my skin. He was half mindless, too content to think; Why would he? His dream girl sitting on his lap, feeling higher than heaven.

The build up was overwhelming yet slow paced — an innate inability to relax enough to feel it due to the way high stakes euphoria spiked every inch of the body between my toes and my fingers.

My fingers dug into his hair and his eyes were glued on me, astonished by the view. A light golden hue in the car from the overhead light, the pitter-patter of rain on the roof, the blowing huff of the heater, and his girl perched on his lap like a prize.

“Fuck me like ‘m a toy, gorgeous.” He whined, jerking his hips to meet my thrusts, his words slurred and coming out like ‘gorjus’, “I’m close.”

His hips jerked in time with my downstrokes, and my hips rolled against his before they separated. The space between our thighs was a sticky mess, and I moaned in agreement. The train tracks rumbled in the distance as I felt elated, like I was floating on air.

My body was taut, my stomach clenched and my pussy squeezing him tightly. He let out a choked groan and I ran my fingers through his hair, cupping his face. “I’m gonna cum—” He warned.

His thighs clenched as he tried to hold it back, but he didn’t stop the tight grip on my waist, I didn’t stop the way I moved on my knees. “Me too.” I whispered. HIs head buried into my neck with a whimper, mouthing at the skin with tender kisses, something to keep his mouth busy to keep himself from the imminent.

His cock twitched as he felt the warm, wet space strangle him, he knew it was close, too close to keep fighting it back, tears pricking his eyes as he let out choked moans. “Where you want it?” He begged, barely able to get out the words.

“Anywhere.”

A sob clawed at his throat. “Please, inside— god, inside, I want it inside.” 

He felt the rhythmic pulse around him and his head threw back, thrashing against the headrest with a low groan. The train tracks vibrating, the loudness of its approach counteracting the ringing in my ears as my back arched, my rigid body pulling away from him as I dug my nails into his shoulders as grounding.

The bright light from the larger vehicle riveted into the cabin, a white glow that illuminated him, the jaw slack and knitted brows, arched upwards and creasing his forehead as he tried not to clamp his eyes shut.

“Norm—” Almost silent cries left my throat, muffled by being so close to the tracks, and as the train droned past, he forcibly pulled me into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me into his chest and burying himself into my neck.

His moans vibrated through me as his hips jerked with vigour, before pushing to the deepest point, “Oh, fuck, I’m—” With that same pitchy whine, stammering wildly, his cockhead twitching as he felt his release wash over him like cold water. 

Our bodies melted together, limp and tired, sweaty and engrossed in each others presence. Head resting on each others shoulders as the hum of the heater broke the silence between our pants for air. It was like a sudden crash, hitting all at once and now the exhaustion set it quickly.

“D’ya wanna turn on the radio?” He mumbled awkwardly with a kiss to the shoulder, shuffling his body to keep the embrace. A long silence filled as the 8-track played, the guitar instrumental playing us out as we set ourselves in the embrace, uncaring of the world outside, uncaring of being perceived, and uncaring of the bite the cold air brought.

The return of the Thin White Duke. Throwing darts in lovers’ eyes — here are we, one magical moment. Such is the stuff from where dreams are woven.

[sleepysloth99]

Okay! As of right now, I got 2 fanfictions in development. Well.... actually... 3! The next one up is an Ichiban x Reader oneshot that is being requested by @pinkiedash101 ! It has a plot synopsis, and it is currently in development! After that, I have a Hyuk x Reader request awaiting me in my inbox by @whitespiderlilies !

As for that third one... this wasn't requested by anyone. But it is a Norman Jayden x Reader that I just wrote a synopsis for. Here's a little sneak peek at a future project!

"It's the typical way of life. You get a job, and there's always some jack ass who seems to live to simply make your life harder. In comes Carter Blake, your superior who somehow always ends up working with you. With his terrible temper and unethical way of working, it's a good thing he has a poorly conveyed crush on you! Right? But when a guy from the FBI joins you guys' case to catch the Origami Killer, your work life only gets more exhausting...."

I hope you guys are looking forward to the upcoming Ichiban oneshot, upcoming Hyuk oneshot, and my personal project that will most likely be a series! Take care!

[sleepysloth99]

I really like the idea of an enemies to lovers arc with Norman. Then again, I pretty much like anything with Norman.

DRUGS WON’T HELP YOU.

Paring: Norman Jayden × Fem! Reader

A/N: Hello again! The “4 Heavy Rain days” have started! In these 4 days the events of the game happen. Lately I’ve seen there aren’t much Norman Jayden fics here, and then i thought… “Well, guess I’m gonna be changing it🤪”. Special thanks to Carol for giving me the idea I was looking for!!  Also, If you’re a Heavy Rain fan, you’re in the right place! Enjoy <33

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October 4. 2011.

10 pm.

6, 77 mm.

-Hey, Jayden, always on your own, huh?

The bluish-eyed man turned to me and I was impressed by the amount of calm and patience he had, qualities that were rare nowadays. Norman Jayden, FBI agent, was assigned to the Origami Killer case just like I was, and it had access to a kind of… rivalry I never developed. Up to that point. I did everything I could to tease him, trying to get him off the case and back to Washington, D.C., so I could finally say, “I solved the case!”

With arms crossed, I watched him with those ridiculous sunglasses groped the ground wet by rainwater. I mean, how can you find clues in this rain? And did he have problems finding clues wearing those stupid sunglasses?

-I’m on my own because I can work better on my own- he replied bluntly, without losing patience.

Puff. - Come on, drop the case to me… you won’t find anything if you keep going around the crime scene with those things on your eyes.

- You’re not going to assume my method of working, Detective?

There he was. I clenched my teeth and chewed the inside of my cheek to avoid making a scene. If Lieutenant Carter Blake had heard me, I would have not only had a recall, but a suspension for insubordination. What I would have given to be born with the same patience as Jayden.

-No, Agent Jayden.

—Perfect-he said, without getting upset, and taking a path near the train tracks-try to make yourself useful tonight. Since you haven’t helped much with previous cases in the last two years.

With that, he left me to smoke with rage and tread the sole of my shoe in the mud.

- You’re gonna pay for this, Norman Jayden.

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October 5, 2011.

12 pm.

10, 55 mm

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

The clues from the night before weren’t enough to start making connections. But it wasn’t the right time to give up: Ethan Mars’ son had disappeared and biosynthetized to find him, and quickly. Rubbing my eyes, I thought the best thing to do was take a ten-minute break and have a coffee.

Yeah, I could use a coffee.

As I got up from my workstation, I shunned colleagues coming and going from the police station, heading for the break room.

No, I can’t believe it. Even here?!

- Wha… what are you doing here, nerd?- I exclaimed, in a state of shock and despair.

Norman Jayden turned to look at me: a mocking smile appeared on his face and crossed his fingers, bringing them a little below the chin.

- Good to see you, Detective. Destiny wants from now on, until the end of the case, we should work together to end the murders.

I didn’t realize my mouth was wide open in awe, but… me and Jayden working together on the Origami killer case? The worst nightmare in existence was happening right there, right now.

I passed beside Jayden and went straight to the captain’s office to make a complaint about my current situation, slamming the door so hard I didn’t notice the cops’ looks outside his office. But what I got was a simple answer like, either you deal with it, or I suspend you from the case.

I couldn’t risk missing out on future credit, so I took it against my will. It was just a few weeks, if not days, right? Then everything would be over.

Jayden stood in front of the office all the time, certainly listening to the furious conversation between me and the captain. Coming out with smoke in my ears, I grabbed the officer by the tie, slammed him against the wall. It won me the curious looks of my colleagues, but that didn’t prevent me.

-The sooner we solve this case, the sooner this torture ends— I let go of his tie, giving him a pat on the head.

Leaving him where he was, I took my things out of my chair and he came out the front door, making it seem like I was letting go.

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December 15, 2011.

8.46 pm.

4, 67 mm.

I didn’t expect to spend my evening sitting at my kitchen table with Norman Jayden, eating sushi and drinking white wine. Yeah. Why?

Things do change.

Since we became partners, he and I started to put up with each other more, after all, it was for the good of the whole community, and for the resolution of the case. But from simple co-workers, we became friends. And yet, part of me really wanted it to be more than a friendship or collaboration between the FBI and the local police department. Norman had turned out to be a nice man in his being, reserved, but funny, and had opened up more and more to me since I had stopped insulting and teasing. Sometimes I would let them out, but it was always very friendly.

—My suspicions go to that cop, Larry or whoever he is… Tomorrow I will do more research to be sure- said Norman, bringing to the mouth a piece of sashimi.

He nodded, drinking a little from my glass. - The situation becomes more intriguing, I admit. Seems like the only one who’s a potential origami killer.

-We seem to be on the right track.

- Special Agent, that’s all because of you- I gave him a light blow on the shoulder and he giggled.

-Eh, all right, Detective.

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December 16, 2011.

3.48 am.

-Norman? What are you doing…

The man was sitting on the floor, a bottle of drug (triptocaine specifically) next to him, and the blood that flowed from the narcs. His hair was disheveled, and his shirt sleeves pulled up. He seemed a little disoriented, and he couldn’t get his legs up, so I grabbed him by the arms. Very carefully, I sat him on the sofa.

-Why weren’t you sleeping?

-Why were you on drugs?

Norman didn’t answer. I handed him a handkerchief to clean the blood that was dripping. One hand made its way through his light brown hair, but he wouldn’t look me in the eye and tell me what was wrong.

-What…

- I found out who the origami killer is.

A break.

-So?

He went to get up from his seat, but collapsed as his legs did not stand.

—Idiot, you’re half done. You don’t go anywhere- I scolded him. I noticed how much he was shaking, maybe it was the effects of drugs. He was agitated, soaked in sweat.

-What was that before?

-Doesn’t matt…-

-Tell me what the fuck it was, Norman-

Moments of silence. Norman took a deep breath and spoke.

—When I use ARI, my brain is damaged by the strain it undergoes. And tryptocaine… even if it has beneficial effects, it helps me to overcome this “momentary shock”- he slightly pronounced.

His eyes are dull and he doesn’t have the courage to look me in the face. - It’s not gonna get me anywhere, but it’s my only way to escape the real world.

Words die in my mouth. I don’t know exactly what to say, it’s the first time Norman has confessed something so personal to me. I’m afraid to say something stupid and make things worse, but I can’t keep quiet and look the other way.

- Norman, I… I had no idea.

He shakes his head slightly. - How could you? It’s not your fault.

—Let me finish, please. I don’t want it to get any worse: you need to limit your use of ARI. And triptocaine. Especially ARI. I mean, you got it.

I paused, trying to find the right words to continue. My legs were shaking.

- Drugs won’t help you. But friends will. That’s why I’m here.

I finally got the attention of Norman, who with tired eyes made the effort to look me in the face. I gently laid a hand on his cheek and he seemed to get used to the contact of my warm hand on his cold cheek.

-We’re friends, aren’t we?- I asked, almost impossible to hear.

-Yes- he answered— friends. Only…-

His lips rested on mine. At first I was incredulous, then I realized: I intensified the kiss with passion. My hand was behind the back of his neck, to keep him closer to me, him looking for my other free hand: he intertwined his hand with mine with such a sweetness that it almost made me melt. I realized that all this time how much I was in love with a man who only needed someone to stand by him and show him how good it was to live. Our mouths snapped, trying to give air to our lungs.

- I am here, Norman- I whisper, our foreheads are against each other, -I am here, and I will not leave you.

- Don’t do it, Detective. I couldn’t stand it.

- I don’t intend to, Agent.

[detective-writes]

Introduction and (future) Masterpost!

Hello! My name is Rayx and I decided to revamp a dead sideblog to be something I wanted to try! Here you will find writing but it'll be from requests (either sent in the inbox or DMs)! I will have anon on in but it will be turned off if y'all don't behave.

What I will write, what fandoms I write for, and what I won't write for is under the cut!

Brief DNI: TERFs, H//rry P//tter fans, bigots, prosh//ppers,

Fandoms I'll write for:

Star Wars (The Clone Wars TV show, The OG trilogy, and the recent movies mostly. I have yet to watch the prequels and haven't finished other media.)

Sherlock (Doyle's, Elementary and BBC's mostly.)

Hitman 2016

Hannibal

Fablehaven

Lockwood & CO

Heavy Rain

Red Dead Redemption

Undertale (and any AUs that aren't NSFW)

Supernatural (I haven't watched the finale so please don't spoil anything)

Ace Attorney

Detroit Become Human

Venom (I haven't watched the second movie yet)

Legend of Zelda (I haven't played/watched Tears of the Kingdom)

My Hero Academia (I didn't watch all of it but I watched enough to get an understanding of characters)

Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Egos (is that still the term?)

AFK Arena

More to be added

Fandoms I might write for:

Danganronpa (I've only watched gameplay of THH though)

Attack on Titan

Death Note

Gravity Falls (I'm on the last season but haven't finished)

Rick and Morty

Scooby Doo

Love, Nikki

Slashers (it's under a 'maybe' because I'm not too confident in writing the slashers well but willing to try!)

Cookie Run

What I can write:

Character x Character

Character x Reader

Character Headcanons

Ship Headcanons

X Reader Headcanons

Hurt/Comfort

Fluff

Angst

AUs

Specific Tropes (enemies to lovers, "there's only one bed", etc)

What I won't write:

NSFW (I have a sideblog [ @detective4sideblog ] where I share my NSFW writing and do take requests. This is going to be a SFW blog.)

Inc//stous Pairings (*looks at SWs Clones in specific)

Adult Character x Underage Character

V//re

Over-the-top violence

Anything relating to self harm

Abusive Relationships (even if it's on par for the pairing, I do not feel comfortable writing that)

Ships I Will Write:

Note: Feel free to ask about any I did not list!

Star Wars:

Codywan (Obi Wan/Cody)

Rexwalker (Anakin/Rex)

Padtine (Satine/Padmé)

Obitine (Satine/Obi Wan)

Anakin/Rex/Padmé

Obi Wan/Satine/Cody

Ploit (Plo Koon/Kit Fisto)

Skysolo (Han Solo/Luke Skywalker)

Finpoe (Poe/Finn)

Poe/Rey/Finn

Most other ships you can think of from SWs, feel free to shoot an ask to make sure!

Sherlock:

Mormor (Sebastian Moran/Jim Moriarty)

Johniarty (John Watson/Jim Moriarty)

Johnastian (John Watson/Sebastian Moran)

Mollrene (Irene Adler/Molly Hooper)

Hooperan (Sebastian Moran/Molly Hooper)

Specifically Victorian Johnlock (John Watson/Sherlock Holmes)

I think that covers everything, though there's others but regardless.

Hitman:

Dianseven (Agent 47/Diana Burnwood)

Hannibal:

Hannigram (Hannibal Lector/Will Graham)

I don't know any other Hannibal ships but feel free to inform me, I'll gladly write for 'em :)

Lockwood & CO:

Locklyle (Anthony Lockwood/Lucy Carlyle)

George/Lucy/Lockwood (is this a ship? Either way, listing it)

Heavy Rain

Jars (Norman Jayden/Ethan Mars)

I might write for Norman/Blake if I like the prompt enough but they aren't my cup of tea. Same goes for Ethan/Madison.

Ethan/Grace (*shrugs*)

RDR

Vandermatthews (Dutch Van Der Linde/Hosea Matthews)

Arthur Morgan/Kiran Duffy (I can't remember their ship name atm)

Charles/Arthur Morgan (I can't remember the shipname again)

Most other pairings you can think of that don't break my "won't write" list :)

Undertale

Sansby (Sans/Grillby)

Burger Guy/Nice Cream Guy

Papyton (Papyrus/Mettaton)

Undyne/Alphys

Soriel (Sans/Toriel)

SPN

Destiel (Castiel/Dean Winchester)

Sabriel (Gabriel/Sam Winchester)

Bobby/Crowley

Like I said, I haven't watched the finale...or much past season 5 or 6 so...yeah.

Ace Attorney

Wrightworth (Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth)

Detective Gumshoe/Phoenix Wright

Maya Fey/Franziska von Karma

Larry Butz/Phoenix Wright

DBH

Reed900 (Gavin Reed/RK-900)

Hankcon (Hank Anderson/Connor)

Markus/Simon

North/Markus

North/Markus/Simon

Venom

The obvious canon Venom/Eddie Brock

LoZ

Zelink (Zelda/Link)

Sidlink (Prince Sidon/Link)

Mipha/Link

Mipha/Zelda

Link/Sheik

Midlink (Midna/Link)

Midna/Zelda

MHA

Honestly anything BUT Midoriya/Bakugo.

Egos

Darkstache (Wilford Warfstache/Darkiplier)

Antiaverage (Antisepticeye/Chase Brody)

Anti/Marvin the Magnificent

Chase Brody/Marvin

Schneeplbro (Doctor Schneeplestein/Chase Brody)

Googleplier/Chase Brody

There's more but I'm forgetting them 😭

AFK Arena

Thane/Baden

Treznor/Nevanthi

Idk any other ships so feel free to request

Masterpost:

Will be updated in the future :)

[angelsunflowers-fanfics]

Norman Jayden x reader (”You’re freezing!”)

Prompt is “You’re freezing, Jesus!”

Fandom: Heavy Rain

Genre: Fluff

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(y/n) shivered as they approached the crime scene, where Norman Jayden knelt next to the body.

“It’s the origami killer, right?” (y/n) asked.

Norman gave (y/n) a slide glance before he finished examining the body.

“All the signs are here, and it’s the right season,” Norman stated as he stood to his full height, turning to the shivering Lieutenant. “(y/n), are you ok? You’re shivering,” Norman placed a hand on (y/n)’s, flinching after feeling how cold their body temperature is. “You’re freezing, Jesus!” Norman shrugged off his jacket and pulled it around (y/n). “Why aren’t you wearing any warm clothes, you’ll catch a cold.”

“You told me to come ASAP, so I forgot to grab my jacket,” (y/n) replied. Norman shook his head disapprovingly.

“You need to be careful, come on, Let’s get you warmed up,” Norman said. He grabbed one of (y/n)’s hands before he pulled the hood of his jacket over their head. The sleeves went way past their fingertips. The FBI agent led the rookie to his car.

“Where are we going, Agent?” 

Norman smiled at the title as he opened the passenger side for (y/n), they stared at his charming smile before they got themself situated in the passenger seat. 

Norman answered (y/n)’s question once he was behind the wheel, “Well, I know you have the day off, and I thought we could spend some time together, would that be okay?” 

(y/n) pulled Norman’s coat around themself in seek of warmth.

“Of course, I was just curious, Norman. No need to get nervous,” (y/n)  said as they glanced out the window of the car as Norman pulled away from the crime scene and drove to his hotel room.

“Well,  I didn’t want Blake catching us. He’s not too fond of me. I still can’t figure out why.” 

(y/n) turned in their seat to face Norman.

“You’re better at his job, and most of the time, you hardly try. You’re this amazing agent from D.C and he’s just some old-time cop who would rather beat people up for information then talk.” Norman glanced at (y/n) in surprise, not expecting them to go on a full rant about him. “You know what you’re doing and how to calm people down.” 

Norman stopped the car as they reached the hotel.

“You think I’m that good at my job? Even without the ARI glasses?” 

(y/n) smiled before getting out of the car, Norman followed suit.

“Of course, That’s why we brought you down here to help us with this case...I can’t wait until it’s over. These past 2 years have been a nightmare,” (y/n) said. 

Norman placed a hand on (y/n)’s waist as they walked into the over-priced hotel. 

“You shouldn’t need to worry about this, I want you to let me handle this. Besides, I think we’re almost done. Let’s get you warmed up for the time being,” Norman said as he led the way toward his hotel room, (y/n) looked around the fancy hotel, their gaze anywhere, but on Norman. He smiled once he realized what they were doing, he gently pulled them into his hotel room. “I’ll go get some clothes for you, stay here.” Norman released his grip on their body before he went to find some clothing for (y/n) to wear. “You can change into those. I’m sorry I don’t have anything more your size.” (y/n) shook their head and grabbed the clothes from Norman.

“It’s fine...Um, do you think I could, you know, take a bath? The rain is a lot colder than it looks,” (y/n) asked. 

Norman took a few steps toward the bathroom and opened the door.

“Go ahead, I’ll be waiting for you when you’re finished.” Norman turned around to head toward the couch, but (y/n) quickly grabbed one of his hands.

“Wait, do you, um, do you think you could join me?” ​​​​​​

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“Shit, Jayden.” || Norman Jayden x Reader

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Summary: Despite their difficult relationship, Norman comes to y/n for help after getting beat up.

Word count: 1,528

WARNING: mention of drug use, description of injuries, swearing

A/N: when I was playing Heavy Rain there was a fight every scene like damn can I breathe? (also I did the Mad Jack fight with barely any screw up so idk what would’ve happened in he got injured and made stuff up for that part here)

“Shit, Jayden!” y/n exclaimed after opening the door. This had become a common thing for her to shout, whether it was for doing something crazy on a case or just because she was mad at him... which was often.

“Help me,” he said, struggling to hold him self up against the doorframe.

Y/n stuttered for a moment, deciding against speaking and instead pulled him inside, draping his arm over her shoulder as she practically dragged him over to the couch. Norman groaned as she lifted his head to put a pillow under, the part where Mad Jack had hit him with the pipe still stung badly.

Y/n muttered swears the whole way to the kitchen where she kept her first aid kit and the whole way back. Her breathing was quick, hands slightly shaky as she opened the box.

“Will you calm down? I’m the one who got beat up here,” Norman said, wincing at the pain raising his voice like that caused him.

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“Just shut up and fix me... please.” he interrupted, giving her a begging look at the end.

“Take off your shirt.” y/n commanded, lifting herself up to sit on the edge of the couch. Norman, sat up and complied. Some pretty nasty bruises were forming across his back and shoulders.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“Shit, what the hell happened?” y/n asked, pressing an ice pack to the part where the bruising was worse. Norman took it from her and continued to hold it there as y/n moved onto his other injuries.

There were a couple cuts scattered on his body from when Mad Jack had thrown him on top of a car and shattered the glass window. Y/n did her best to remove the remaining glass bits. The bleeding had mostly stopped by then, so she cleaned up the cuts and wrapped them as he began to explain what happened.

“I was following up a lead on the Origami Killer case. The killer’s car was purchased from a man named Mad Jack. He stole cars and sold them, so I went to check out the scrapyard where he worked. He find me snooping around with ARI and attacked me... I won and had him at gunpoint when...” he cut off, clearing his throat and looking away from y/n.

“When what?” y/n asked, finishing up on the last cut.

“Doesn’t mater.”

“Dammit, Norman, what?” y/n exclaimed, forcing him to look at her. He was stuck. He’d have to tell her.

“I got all light headed and my vision began to blur, I felt that my nose began to bleed...” he drifted off again, but he didn’t need to finish. Y/n knew those were the triptocaine withdrawal symptoms.

Standing up, y/n dragged a hand over her face. “Shit, Jayden...” y/n said quietly. She then sat down next to Norman and didn’t meet his worried gaze. “Just finish telling me what happened.”

“I, uh, went for the tripto and dropped it, so when I fell over Mad Jack knocked me out and handcuffed me to the steering wheel of my car and picked it up with his machine. He turned on the car crusher and began driving towards it. He clearly planned to kill me that way but I managed to escaped in time. When I got up he was no longer in his vehicle and attacked me. We fought a bit more before he was crushed under the still machine.”

Without thinking, y/n reached and arm over Norman’s shoulder and pulled him to her. He didn’t resist, instead scooting closing to her to get more comfortable.

“Do you want me to get you some clean clothes? I mostly wear things too big for me outside of work so I should have something that’ll fit you.” y/n asked. Norman nodded and y/n left to get them.

When y/n came back, Norman was clutching the fabric of his pants, trying to get his hands to stop shaking. She placed the sweatshirt and pants she brought down beside him and took his hands in here, giving them a light squeeze.

Norman took a deep breath and stoop up, rocking slightly on his feet before taking the clothes and stepping into the bathroom. Once out and changed, y/n was waiting for him with a wet washcloth.

“Alright, uh, you can take those clothes,” y/n said as she wiped the blood from Norman’s upper lip and led him to the door. “Try not to get in anymore fight... it’s all you seek to do when following leads.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Y/n was woken up by the loud knocking on the door. She groaned as she rolled out bed bed. Checking the clock, she saw that it was 3AM and was ready to yell at whoever was at the door for disturbing her at that hour.

She stumbled into the living room and felt her way to the door. She flung it open to find Norman sitting on the ground next to her door.

“The fuck, Jayden? It’s fucking 3AM!” she shouted.

“I know,” he said. His voice was weak, and y/n soon realized why. There was a long cut across his stomach, and another smaller one on his arm.

“Shit, Jayden.” Sighing, she helped him up and dragged him over to the couch just like she did a few days ago. This time she had to help him remove his upper layers of clothing, slowly sliding off his coat so she wouldn’t put him in anymore pain that he already was. She saw that the back of his button up was covered in both blood and water.

“What, did you get thrown at a fish tank or something?” she joked.

“Yeah.”

Y/n gave him a strange look and went to grab her first aid kit. She let him take off his shirt and reveal the large amount of damages that had been done to him. There was a large bruise where he has been kicked, his back was bleeding from being thrown against the fish tank, and the cuts from the sword still bled.

“Norman, I’m not your fucking nurse,” y/n said, already beginning to work on dressing his wounds.

“Then why are you helping me?” he asked.

“Because... because I-” y/n just stopped speaking, and Norman left it alone.

He just watched y/n work, flinching every once in a while when y/n applied pressure to a cut or put ice on a bruise.

“So, what happened this time?” y/n asked after she finished, helping him pull the sweatshirt she had laying around over his had.

“I was following another lead and the Origami Killer was there. He attacked me from behind. I managed to keep him off for a while but he eventually got a couple hits in with the sword he pulled off the wall and than shoved me. I feel against the fish tank and it broke. He kicked me a few times before leaving.” Norman explained.

Y/n didn’t say anything, but even if she wanted to she wouldn’t have gotten the chance to before Norman spoke again. “Why didn’t you turn me in?” he asked, a sudden shift in mood washing over them.

“What do you mean?”

“You didn’t tell them I was doing Tripto... why?” he asked, looking at her sincerely. She couldn’t see his face, though, as she was looking down. “Please, y/n.” he said when she didn’t respond.

She took in a shaky breath, but still didn’t reply.

“Y/n? Just tell me.”

“I didn’t want you to get in trouble,” she said quietly.

“Why?”

“Because I care about you, okay? Maybe a lot more that I should...” she said loudly this time.

Norman stared at her, his mouth wide open as she slammed a hand over her own.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said that.” y/n mumbled, jumping out of her seat. Norman pulled her back down.

“Hey, if you really feel that way, I think you’ll be happy to know I feel the same exact way about you.” he said, clasping one of y/n’s hands in his. As if on cue, the two of them began to lean in. Lips met in a quick moment of bliss before y/n pulled back and threw her arms around him, burying her head in the crook of his neck.

“Take care of yourself, okay? No more of that tripto stuff or being reckless on cases.” she said in between sniffles.

“Yeah, okay.” he replied and hen paused to listen. “Are you crying?”

Y/n just nodded and held him tighter. Norman smiles and tried to keep himself from crying as well.

“Hey, doesn’t this hurt?” y/n asked, moving away from him. He was still pretty badly injured.

“Maybe...”

Y/n chuckled and stood up. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” she said as she took Norman’s hand and led him to her room.

Neither of them bothered to change after they collapsed into bed with their regular clothes on, both too comfortable in each other’s arms to care about what they were wearing.

It was safe to say Norman would be trying his hardest to keep away from injuries and drugs from that point forward.

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Norman Jayden X Reader: Love You Too Much

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Prompt: Reader-chan and Norman are in a relationship during a case.

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Author: Yulta~

“Hey babe,” Norman kissed your forehead as he opened the hotel room door.

“Hey Jayden,” you teased, peeling yourself off the bed. “How’s work going? Have you found that killer yet?”

Norman shook his head and lay where you were last sitting. He patted his stomach as a gesture that he wanted you to lie with him.

You collapsed onto his body, relaxing as his arm wrapped around you. “You feel tense,” you commented absentmindedly.

“Of course I am. There’s an innocent boy out there waiting for me to save him!” Norman hissed. You felt his arm tighten around you, to which you gently rubbed his stomach.

“It’ll be okay. You always figure it out,” you replied, pulling yourself up from your husband’s chest.

“I know, but this time it could be my career on the line.” Norman pulled you back down for a kiss, before lifting you off the bed. He followed after you and took out his ARI.

“Can I look over the clues?” You questioned, reaching for the glasses.

Norman stuck his hand up in the air so you couldn’t reach them. “Absolutely not. You’re untrained, and I’m not putting your life in danger.”

You rolled your eyes, “I can take care of myself! Just let me help. Please?”

“Nope. I love you too much to put you in any danger,” Norman kissed you again, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

You sighed but kissed back, “I love you too.”

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Norman Jayden X Reader: Hotel Rooms

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“Hey babe,” Norman kissed your forehead as he opened the hotel room door.

“Hey Jayden,” you teased, peeling yourself off the bed. “How’s work going? Have you found that killer yet?”

Norman shook his head and lay where you were last sitting. He patted his stomach as a gesture that he wanted you to lie with him.

You collapsed onto his body, relaxing as his arm wrapped around you. “You feel tense,” you commented absentmindedly.

“Of course I am. There’s an innocent boy out there waiting for me to save him!” Norman hissed. You felt his arm tighten around you, to which you gently rubbed his stomach.

“It’ll be okay. You always figure it out,” you replied, pulling yourself up from your husband’s chest.

“I know, but this time it could be my career on the line.” Norman pulled you back down for a kiss, before lifting you off the bed. He followed after you and took out his ARI.

“Can I look over the clues?” You questioned, reaching for the glasses.

Norman stuck his hand up in the air so you couldn’t reach them. “Absolutely not. You’re untrained, and I’m not putting your life in danger.”

You rolled your eyes, “I can take care of myself! Just let me help. Please?”

“Nope. I love you too much to put you in any danger,” Norman kissed you again, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

You sighed but kissed back, “I love you too.”

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[thisfanisgonesorry]

norman jayden smut. ykw i want.

you got it. thanks for giving me ur copy of resident evil<3 cw: drug use/drug addiction/drug withdrawal, stay safe qts. tags: femdom, smut wow, dubcon for both parties?, exhibitionism, humiliation, lil bit of praise, he wants to call you mommy but he doesnt, begging, you give him a handy and thats abt it, genderneutral but implied fem reader (duh)

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I was finishing up a quick job for Jayden as he was quickly sent off on another, something across the country. He trusted me to stay behind and make sure it got wrapped up, however, walking into work afterwards was another story.

“Why aren’t you with Jayden?”

My boss spoke harshly with a donut and cup of coffee. The conversation was shortlived;

“I didn’t want to go?”

“Get your ass over there or you’re not getting paid.”

And so, much to my reluctance, I was coerced into joining him on the case he was deployed to. I was packed up and shipped off within the hour, with not much preplanning and not a single word was spoken to Norman about my arrival.

Not too long after landing, I’d been set up in the same hotel room, and was directed to the police station where they updated me on the case.

I synced up my ARI glasses to his as I walked through the building, trying to skim the current information on record. I was slowly making my way to his new appointed office.

Walking into the room was the last thing I expected.

The back of his chair was facing the doorway, but I saw myself— or an AI version of myself (which was, for some reason or another, completely naked)— and his whines were filling up the room quietly, and by the moment it seemed he didn’t care about being caught in his office. The AI looked up at me, and Jayden immediately flung his glasses off, causing the AI to disappear. He quickly pulled his pants up and spun his chair to face me.

His tie was loosely strung around his neck, despite being completely untied, his button up messily unbuttoned at the top and his jacket slung around the top of his chair, his pants still unzipped and unbuttoned, though he was modest enough to hide his dick behind his underwear.

“Are you joking?”

I slowly took my glasses off, folding them and placing them in my pocket. His face was completely white and pale, his nose was bleeding slightly and his hands were trembling as he desperately held onto the arms of his chair.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry- I don’t- I don’t know what this is. I’ve never- I’ve never seen this.. Before. In my life.” He realised he was caught in a lie as he spoke the wrong words, stammering over every word he could get out. “God, what is this strange technology?” He pretended to analyse the glasses, really trying to take the attention away from himself.

“Norman.”

“I’ve never done this before. I promise.”

“I don’t really care if you have or haven’t.” I sighed. “You’re on tripto again?”

“Can’t..” Jayden cut himself short, unable to continue his sentence. His bloodshot eyes looked up at me, a hint of desperation in them. His clammy hands struggled to keep a solid grip on the armrests. I couldn't help but wonder how long he'd been like this for, he’d been alone in this city for a few hours, and however much longer had he been locked away in this grungy office, trying not to get fired.

There’s a moment of silence between us, it was awkward, the room was hot and he was drenched in sweat. My eyes slowly scanned him, trying to fully process what was going on.

“I need to stay busy until this goes away.”

“I’ll let you—” I spoke, turning to leave.

“No.” He rushed out. “Please. Stay.”

“I don’t want to fuck you like this.”

Jayden's brows furrowed, as he quickly blinked. “I’m not high, Alright? I can consent, god, I’m so fucking sober." He spoke quickly.

“Norman—”

“You just saw me jerking off to an AI version of you.” He did a loose hand gesture, motioning about his previous actions. “Wouldn’t you say we’re past formalities?”

“How long have you had that?”

“Long enough to know that I want this.” The words hung heavy in the air, exposing his previous lie. As much as I wanted to believe the withdrawal was speaking for him, him having such a thing is not something made in just a moment’s notice of desperation. How long had Jayden wanted to fuck me?

I sighed and walked closer to him, one hand placed on the top of the chair like the AI had, leaning over him. “You are despicable.” I spoke harshly and he only let out a pathetic whine.

“Please.”

His button and zip remained undone, his white underwear made this seem almost innocent. Almost. I slid my hand under the fabric, feeling his wet and hard cock beneath my fingers.

“Ah, fuck.” He whined, jerking his hips upwards to meet the touch. I slowly wrapped my fingers around the girth of it, every single touch made him react like a virgin. “So soft.” He whispered, his hips twitching at the sensation.

“What if our supervisor saw that thing? What do I even call it?”

“It’s you.” He mumbled out.

“It’s not me. I’m me.”

“It’s.. I wish it was you.”

“You have to tell the supervisor about this.” I said sternly. “You’re explaining this to him.”

“Yes, yes, anything, just touch me, keep touching me.” He pleaded.

He threw his head back with a moan as I slowly stroked his length, limited by the fabric. He got the hint and tried to free himself from the tight clothes, lowering them just enough to give me control before his fingers returned tightly to the armrests.

“Good boy.” I purred and he took the fastest double take I’ve ever seen in my life before whimpering, going slightly limp in the chair.

He kept squirming slightly at my touch, writhing against it as his head stayed tilted back. There was a sheen of sweat covering his entire body and at this point, it was hard to tell if it was from me or not.

My hand reached the tip of his cock, lingering there as I gently squeezed the soft head, his body tensed up completely and his head jerked forward to look at me with wide eyes. His lips looked red and plump and his face was a subtle pink. His fingernails dug into the soft plush of the armrests, threatening to rip it to pieces.

“Touch... Let me...” He struggled out between pants. “Please.”

“Go on.”

He didn’t need much permission beyond that, quickly tugging at my white t-shirt, successfully pulling it over my head, despite needing to lose contact, he was being so, so very brave about it. I tugged his jacket off the top of his chair, throwing it around my shoulders to cover my back from the doorway and placing my shirt in its place.

“Someone could walk in. You know that right?” I spoke, wrapping my hand around his aching cock again.

He nodded mindlessly, still a whining mess as his hands reached up to feel my torso, his palms explored as much as he could. He was still meticulous, almost careful to not push his luck despite how unfortunate of a situation he’d found himself in.

“I wanna do so much to you.” He confessed, still mindless, I don’t even think he was aware of the words leaving his mouth as his eyes stayed glued to my body. “Please don’t let this be the only time we do this.”

“Keep it down.” I spoke sternly. His response was merely an incoherent string of ‘Yes, sorry’ and ‘Please, more’, and it was hard to make it out. “Do you want someone to catch us?”

“Yes—”

He quickly let out a loud moan before covering his mouth with his hand, closing his eyes and harshly hitting his head against the headrest. His other hand was still on my body, greedily squeezing what he could.

“You want that to be your first impression?”

He shook his head, keeping his hand tight on his mouth. 

“Or do you want everyone to know I’m all yours?”

“God, fuck, yes.” He finally choked out, lowering his hand. “Y’re so sexy. They’ll want you s’bad, I want you. So bad.”

“You’re pathetic.” I whispered, leaning closer to his face.

“I know.”

“You always like this?”

“Sometimes.” He spoke quickly, opening his eyes briefly to watch me. “Not always.”

My hand lingered back to his tip, squeezing it again, watching him squirm helplessly beneath me as he struggled to breathe, talk or even think. The only sounds that left him for the few moments I kept him like this were whimpers.

“You think about this often?” I moved back to stroke his shaft, harder and faster, getting sick of this taking so long but it was expected from a drug addict.

“Sometimes.” He stammered out.

“Not always?”

He just sighed before a deep moan crawled its way out of his soul. “Ohh, fuck me. Please please please.” He pleaded, his eyes wide once again.

I smiled down at him and he looked like he was about to cry at the sight of it.

“You moan like a pornstar.”

“Y/n, I’m so fuckin’ close.” He whined out desperately.

His hips began to jerk to meet my movements.

“Let me, please, let me—”

His jaw finally went slack and his breathing quickened, he tried to swallow thickly but his throat was completely dry, his hands fell from their places without moving very far, one landed on the armrest and the other desperately clung to the jacket.

“Be a good boy.” I praised and he instantly preened under the words. “Cum for me, Jayden.”

“Oh god, fuck, oh god.” He spoke, slowly chanting as it peaked in volume. It was high pitch and sounded like a squeak as he got faster. “Oh god, fuckfuckfuck.”

I quickly moved my hand to the tip of his cock, catching all his cum in my palm to not ruin his suit, or make our rendezvous more obvious than it already was. He desperately thrust into my hand to finish his orgasm as he whimpered and whined through it.

“You got it. You’re doing great.”

He sighed though it sounded the exact same as a whine as he tried to milk his cock with my hand before slumping down completely.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” He babbled, trying to catch his breath.

I pulled my hand away from him, opening my palm to see his mess. I furrowed my eyebrows, unsure what he was even apologising for, if it even was for anything in specific. He squirmed and slightly thrashed against the chair as he tried to calm himself. I couldn’t find anything in the room that I could wipe my hand with, and keeping it open only made him stare into it.

“I’m so sorry.” He pleaded.

“Relax.” I said sternly, shaking my head at him. “Use your words.”

“About the AI, I just—”

“It’s fine, consider it forgotten.”

“It’s weird, it’s creepy. I feel like a ra—”

“Then don’t use it again.” I said bluntly. “This conversation's over, Norman.”

He looked up at me, nodding slightly as he glanced back down to my palm. He wasn’t the easiest to read but it was clear to tell he had a million thoughts.

The door opened and I flinched slightly, turning my head to see a cop walk in, careful to keep my back to him and my cum-covered hand hidden from view, while also shielding Jaydens flaccid cock from prying eyes.

“Carter!” Jayden exclaimed, looking like a deer in headlights, still hiding behind my body.

He stared in silence for a moment, tossing the new file on the desk and turning around and leaving without a word.

“Two things you have to explain to our supervisor.” I said plainly.

I walked past him and found something to wipe my hand on, finding a packet of tissues hidden away. I opened it harshly, as best I could with one hand, wiped off the solidifying liquid and tossed it in the trash.

“You should get your pants on.” I spoke, standing in front of him again, handing him his jacket so I could put my shirt back on.

He frowned. “Don’t act like this. Please.” I figured once he’d came, he’d go back to his usual self, but of course not. He was still vulnerable and I was being a dick.

“You did great, Norm.” I praised softly.

He sighed as he tried to shuffle his pants back on, doing them up properly this time. He tensed slightly, and I tried to sooth it by running my fingers through his sweaty hair. He looked completely dishevelled, and Carter probably had the sight of his life.

“I meant it.” He spoke boldly after a few moments of silence. Despite his scruffy appearance, Jayden wanted his intentions to be as clear as possible. “I don’t.. I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

“If we don’t get fired, I’ll make a note of it.”

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My name is Abbi, I’m 24, and I currently am obsessed with Leon Kennedy 🤣 I do not know how to write ‘about me’s I apologize.

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Leon Kennedy (RE Universe) *note I have only seen RE2, RE4, Infinite Darkness, and Vendetta*

Alex Mullner (Stardew Valley)

Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

I can attempt Dean Winchester as well (Supernatural)

Connor (Detroit: Become Human)

Norman Jayden (Heavy Rain)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Link (Legend of Zelda)

Jason Kolchek (House of Ashes)

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If you think of someone from other fandoms you are curious about, feel free to ask! Do not ask about a character from a fandom I have already listed for romance (I am more than okay writing platonic for other characters), because if I don’t have them listed, I am probably not attracted to them OR I don’t know enough about them to feel comfortable writing them. (Example: Chris Redfield from RE, Shane from Stardew Valley, etc)

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Major Age Gaps. (The most I will do is 10 years)

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Alright, I gotta rant here cuz my fandoms are too obscure for a good amount of fanfiction.

So starting today, I am accepting x readers (as well as x reader requests) for the following:

Ethan Mars

Norman Jayden (him especially)

Madison Paige

Matter of fact? Heavy Rain, in general, is now 100% a certified fandom I allow to be requested because the lack of content on them is more depressing than Jason dying when the car didn't even hit him.

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Norman Jayden x Agent!reader (Seduce?)

Request: “You’re kidding right? I’m about as seductive as a cabbage!”

Fandom: Heavy Rain

Warnings: Sex party, Pole dancing, creepy men

Pov: 2nd

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You let out a shuddered sigh as your nerves got the best of you, You and your partner, Norman Jayden, were to dress in fancy attire and attend a party where a drug lord would be at. To say you were anxious or worried about this particular mission would be an understatement, to say the least.

“(y/n)? Are you almost ready? The party started 10 minutes ago, so we should be able to blend in,” Norman asked. 

You slowly stepped out of the changing room, showing Norman your [dress/suit], you weren’t really one for dressing fancy, but it was needed for this. Norman stared at you, his eyes wide in astonishment. 

“Wow, you look...Amazing.” 

You felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks but said nothing for a moment, “Let’s, uh, go, shall we?” 

Norman grabbed one of your hands before he led the way into the mansion. Security guards seemed to be everywhere, at each door, especially the one leading to the Drug Lord’s room. Norman stood at your side as you both took a few steps before a huge bouncer stepped in your way.

“Invitation?” The bodyguard asked.

Your heart stopped in your chest, Norman responded to the bouncer, nervousness settling into his stomach.

“We don’t have an invitation. Is that a problem?” Norman asked in a demanding tone. 

Norman still had an attitude problem. The bouncer gazed at Norman, fighting the urge to throw him through the door, his eyes stopped short at you.

“It will be for you, but them, no,” The bodyguard said. 

You felt Norman getting impatient, so to calm him you quickly gave him a kiss, ignoring the bouncer’s staring.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll meet you afterward, okay?” 

Norman glared at the bouncer for a few seconds before he gave you a quick nod and left.

“Follow me, Mx.” The bouncer stalked off to double doors, they looked like they led to the main room. “He’ll be in there waiting.”

He slowly opened the door for you, there were people in skimpy clothing walking around, almost worse than a strip club. Before you could do anything, someone grabbed your hand and led you into a secluded room. He sat on the couch, a greasy smirk plastered over his face. He was fairly good-looking, but nothing in comparison to Norman.

“You can call me Dylan. You can start dancing now,” He said. 

You recognized the greasy man in front of you as the drug lord’s right-hand man. Playing the innocent act was probably the best route to take.

“Um, dancing? I’m not a dancer…” You mumbled, playing up the shy act.

“Oh? Well, I won’t tell anybody you’re not supposed to be here if you dance for me. The first thing the girls and occasional boys do here is to strip down to your underwear and dance around the pole. Can you do that for me, Sweetheart?” He asked in a condescending voice.

You undressed and turned to the pole when you felt a hand grab you and pull you out into the open.

“Norman? What are you doing here? I thought you got kicked out,” You asked, confused. 

Norman stared down at your half-dressed body in surprise.

“I-I snuck in...Uh, wow. Look, I need you to do something, and I know you’re not gonna like it, but I can’t do it.” You gave him an uncomfortable look and crossed your arms over your chest. “It’ll be easy, you just have to seduce that guy in there. That’s the drug lord’s right-hand man, right? I recognize his voice.” 

You stared at Norman in exasperation.

“You’re kidding, right? I’m about as seductive as a cabbage!” Your voice was muffled by the loud music blaring through the multiple sets of speakers on the walls. Norman’s hands grabbed your face to quickly press a tender kiss upon your lips. He wanted to do more, but he was on a mission.

“You can do this. After you find where the drug lord is, I’ll be right behind you. Besides, you got me, so you must be good at this,” Norman reassured you. 

Norman pushed you back into the small secluded room where ‘Dylan’ still sat, looking more impatient.

“Um, sorry about that, someone just made a mistake. Should I-” You started to make an excuse before you were interrupted.

“Fuck the pole, come over here.” He gestured toward his lap, your face became red, but you did as you were told and sat on the henchman’s lap, wrapping both your arms around his neck.

“Um, do you mind if I asked you a few questions while I do this? Talking helps with my nerves…” 

He smirked, rolling his hips into yours. You weren’t enjoying one minute of this, but the job required it. Before you could ask a single question, a large hand grabbed you and pulled you out of the room, way bigger than Dylan’s.

“The big boss would like to see you,” A bodyguard said. 

You glanced around; confused, Norman was nowhere in sight.

“Me? Why? Did I do something wrong?” You nervously asked, no longer acting.

The bouncer from before led you up a small flight of steps and into a big room, there was no security up here…

“Quite the opposite. He’s requesting a dance from you,” He answered. 

Nervousness crawled into your throat as the doors opened to reveal the boss, he sat on a throne, A pole on each side of him, but nobody else was in the room. The bouncer quickly left with the flick of the boss’ wrist.

“So you’re the little stowaway, aren’t you?” 

It’d be wise to play the innocent act again, these type of men tended to favor this facade the best. It boosted their already inflated egos.

“i-I’m sorry. I just heard about this place and--” He held up a hand, silencing you without even laying a hand on your body.

“I just want a dance, nothing more. Nothing less.” You slowly looked at the pole before laying a hand on it. “First time?” You gave a nod before you started walking around the pole. “How old are you?” He was trying to initiate a conversation, it would be wise to talk back, only so you didn’t get yourself killed.

“Older than the others here. I’m 30,” You replied. 

The boss lets out a low whistle just as you started to actually dance around the pole, bending your body into different shapes to please him.

“Damn, so I only have a few years on you,” He said, mostly to himself. 

You opened your mouth to say something back, to distract yourself from thinking about where Norman was, but the doors busted open, revealing Norman and the rest of the FBI agents hidden in the building. You slowly slid off the pole, your back toward Norman and the other agents, scared to face them, not wanting them to see you in such little clothing. 

“Get your hands on your head Now!” From the corner of your eyes, you watched as the drug lord slowly did so, getting onto his knees as well. “Mx, I’m going to have to ask you a few questions. I’m--” You turned around to see Norman’s shocked expression. “That was...You? How did you even--” Norman practically tore his jacket off of his body before he wrapped it around yours to avoid the stares of the entire force. “Are you okay?”  

You smiled, glad the party and the drug trade was finally over but replied to answer the question, “I’m fine. It was scary, but they barely touched me.” 

Norman wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his side.

“Come on, we’re taking the next few days off.” Without a word, you followed Norman outside where, of course, the press was waiting. You shielded your eyes from the flashing lights of the cameras. “Damn Press...No questions.” Norman’s voice was more demanding than usual, you pulled the surrounding jacket tighter to cover any skin that may had been showing to the air.

“Agent (l/n), what happened to you in there? Is the drug lord finally caught?” A journalist asked.

Norman tugged you to the limo that is waiting, but you want to answer one question before I leave.

“Um, the drug lord, along with everybody else involved in the drug business is caught and will be put in prison as soon as we’re able. Mean-meaning that the trade line should diminish. No more questions,” You answered. Of course, the press tried to follow you, but Norman blocked the view of the press and led you to the limo. “Is the fancy car really necessary?” Norman closed the door once he climbed in next to you.

“You know how it is. The big boss wants us to take this, to show we’re really important I think.” Your eyes were drawn to the window as the car moved toward the large apartment you shared with Norman. “Is everything okay? I know you’ve never had to do something like that before-”

You interrupted, “They...The men in there, they looked at me like I was just an object...I feel so gross.” 

Norman slowly slid closer to you, holding his arms out.

“Would it be okay...If I hold you?” Without a word of protest, or denial, you crawled onto his lap and hid your face in the crook of his neck. “You’re okay now. I won’t let anybody look at you like that again.”

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[jayden-killer]

DRUGS WON’T HELP YOU.

Paring: Norman Jayden × Fem! Reader

A/N: Hello again! The "4 Heavy Rain days" have started! In these 4 days the events of the game happen. Lately I've seen there aren't much Norman Jayden fics here, and then i thought... "Well, guess I'm gonna be changing it🤪". Special thanks to Carol for giving me the idea I was looking for!!  Also, If you're a Heavy Rain fan, you're in the right place! Enjoy <33

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October 4. 2011.

10 pm.

6, 77 mm.

-Hey, Jayden, always on your own, huh?

The bluish-eyed man turned to me and I was impressed by the amount of calm and patience he had, qualities that were rare nowadays. Norman Jayden, FBI agent, was assigned to the Origami Killer case just like I was, and it had access to a kind of... rivalry I never developed. Up to that point. I did everything I could to tease him, trying to get him off the case and back to Washington, D.C., so I could finally say, "I solved the case!"

With arms crossed, I watched him with those ridiculous sunglasses groped the ground wet by rainwater. I mean, how can you find clues in this rain? And did he have problems finding clues wearing those stupid sunglasses?

-I’m on my own because I can work better on my own- he replied bluntly, without losing patience.

Puff. - Come on, drop the case to me... you won’t find anything if you keep going around the crime scene with those things on your eyes.

- You’re not going to assume my method of working, Detective?

There he was. I clenched my teeth and chewed the inside of my cheek to avoid making a scene. If Lieutenant Carter Blake had heard me, I would have not only had a recall, but a suspension for insubordination. What I would have given to be born with the same patience as Jayden.

-No, Agent Jayden.

—Perfect-he said, without getting upset, and taking a path near the train tracks-try to make yourself useful tonight. Since you haven’t helped much with previous cases in the last two years.

With that, he left me to smoke with rage and tread the sole of my shoe in the mud.

- You’re gonna pay for this, Norman Jayden.

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October 5, 2011.

12 pm.

10, 55 mm

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

The clues from the night before weren’t enough to start making connections. But it wasn’t the right time to give up: Ethan Mars' son had disappeared and biosynthetized to find him, and quickly. Rubbing my eyes, I thought the best thing to do was take a ten-minute break and have a coffee.

Yeah, I could use a coffee.

As I got up from my workstation, I shunned colleagues coming and going from the police station, heading for the break room.

No, I can’t believe it. Even here?!

- Wha... what are you doing here, nerd?- I exclaimed, in a state of shock and despair.

Norman Jayden turned to look at me: a mocking smile appeared on his face and crossed his fingers, bringing them a little below the chin.

- Good to see you, Detective. Destiny wants from now on, until the end of the case, we should work together to end the murders.

I didn’t realize my mouth was wide open in awe, but... me and Jayden working together on the Origami killer case? The worst nightmare in existence was happening right there, right now.

I passed beside Jayden and went straight to the captain’s office to make a complaint about my current situation, slamming the door so hard I didn’t notice the cops' looks outside his office. But what I got was a simple answer like, either you deal with it, or I suspend you from the case.

I couldn’t risk missing out on future credit, so I took it against my will. It was just a few weeks, if not days, right? Then everything would be over.

Jayden stood in front of the office all the time, certainly listening to the furious conversation between me and the captain. Coming out with smoke in my ears, I grabbed the officer by the tie, slammed him against the wall. It won me the curious looks of my colleagues, but that didn’t prevent me.

-The sooner we solve this case, the sooner this torture ends— I let go of his tie, giving him a pat on the head.

Leaving him where he was, I took my things out of my chair and he came out the front door, making it seem like I was letting go.

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December 15, 2011.

8.46 pm.

4, 67 mm.

I didn’t expect to spend my evening sitting at my kitchen table with Norman Jayden, eating sushi and drinking white wine. Yeah. Why?

Things do change.

Since we became partners, he and I started to put up with each other more, after all, it was for the good of the whole community, and for the resolution of the case. But from simple co-workers, we became friends. And yet, part of me really wanted it to be more than a friendship or collaboration between the FBI and the local police department. Norman had turned out to be a nice man in his being, reserved, but funny, and had opened up more and more to me since I had stopped insulting and teasing. Sometimes I would let them out, but it was always very friendly.

—My suspicions go to that cop, Larry or whoever he is... Tomorrow I will do more research to be sure- said Norman, bringing to the mouth a piece of sashimi.

He nodded, drinking a little from my glass. - The situation becomes more intriguing, I admit. Seems like the only one who’s a potential origami killer.

-We seem to be on the right track.

- Special Agent, that’s all because of you- I gave him a light blow on the shoulder and he giggled.

-Eh, all right, Detective.

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December 16, 2011.

3.48 am.

-Norman? What are you doing...

The man was sitting on the floor, a bottle of drug (triptocaine specifically) next to him, and the blood that flowed from the narcs. His hair was disheveled, and his shirt sleeves pulled up. He seemed a little disoriented, and he couldn’t get his legs up, so I grabbed him by the arms. Very carefully, I sat him on the sofa.

-Why weren’t you sleeping?

-Why were you on drugs?

Norman didn’t answer. I handed him a handkerchief to clean the blood that was dripping. One hand made its way through his light brown hair, but he wouldn’t look me in the eye and tell me what was wrong.

-What...

- I found out who the origami killer is.

A break.

-So?

He went to get up from his seat, but collapsed as his legs did not stand.

—Idiot, you’re half done. You don’t go anywhere- I scolded him. I noticed how much he was shaking, maybe it was the effects of drugs. He was agitated, soaked in sweat.

-What was that before?

-Doesn't matt...-

-Tell me what the fuck it was, Norman-

Moments of silence. Norman took a deep breath and spoke.

—When I use ARI, my brain is damaged by the strain it undergoes. And tryptocaine... even if it has beneficial effects, it helps me to overcome this "momentary shock"- he slightly pronounced.

His eyes are dull and he doesn’t have the courage to look me in the face. - It’s not gonna get me anywhere, but it’s my only way to escape the real world.

Words die in my mouth. I don’t know exactly what to say, it’s the first time Norman has confessed something so personal to me. I’m afraid to say something stupid and make things worse, but I can’t keep quiet and look the other way.

- Norman, I... I had no idea.

He shakes his head slightly. - How could you? It’s not your fault.

—Let me finish, please. I don’t want it to get any worse: you need to limit your use of ARI. And triptocaine. Especially ARI. I mean, you got it.

I paused, trying to find the right words to continue. My legs were shaking.

- Drugs won’t help you. But friends will. That’s why I’m here.

I finally got the attention of Norman, who with tired eyes made the effort to look me in the face. I gently laid a hand on his cheek and he seemed to get used to the contact of my warm hand on his cold cheek.

-We’re friends, aren’t we?- I asked, almost impossible to hear.

-Yes- he answered— friends. Only...-

His lips rested on mine. At first I was incredulous, then I realized: I intensified the kiss with passion. My hand was behind the back of his neck, to keep him closer to me, him looking for my other free hand: he intertwined his hand with mine with such a sweetness that it almost made me melt. I realized that all this time how much I was in love with a man who only needed someone to stand by him and show him how good it was to live. Our mouths snapped, trying to give air to our lungs.

- I am here, Norman- I whisper, our foreheads are against each other, -I am here, and I will not leave you.

- Don’t do it, Detective. I couldn't stand it.

- I don’t intend to, Agent.