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Could i request platonic hcs for norman bates adopting a child, maybe one that was kinda just left at the motel? ^^
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Today was a slow day like all the others. No one had checked into the hotel in a few weeks except for the occasional lost soul who would come in to ask for directions. Norman was too occupied in the backroom to here someone come in. Specifically two people come in.
Your former parent or guardian walked cautiously up to the check in desk, you excitedly following close behind. There was a skip in your step unlike your guardian, who was crossing their arms across their chest and a frown on their face.
A few hours prior, you were playing with your toys and watching a show/movie you liked. Your guardian had walked into your room, telling you to be ready to leave in the next few minutes and that you were both going to be staying at a nearby hotel for a few days. You didn't question their random decision. Already sitting in the car with a giddy smile on your face. You were excited to be visiting a new place. New places meant adventure in your eyes.
Now you were sitting in a lush chair, kicking your feet in excitement. Your guardian had told you to go find a chair to sit and wait in while they got your room taken care of. Due to the position the chair was facing, you missed the sad look your guardian gave you as they rung the bell, that alerted Norman, before quickly exiting the lobby of the hotel and driving off in their car.
Norman came bustling out of the back room, wiping off the front of his shirt to try and look somewhat presentable. A look of confusion crossed his face when no one was at the desk. More confusion flooded his face when he spotted you sitting in a chair, alone. No other adult or human being for that matter insight.
He made is way from behind the counter and cautiously approached you. You didn't seem to notice or hear him approach so he cleared his throat to get your attention. When you turn your face to him, the first thing that caught his attention was your eyes. They were filled with a mix of wonder and adventure. Norman barley caught himself practically gawking before coming back to the harsh realization on why you were there in the first place.
Your parent/guardian had abandoned you.
•Gives you your own private room right next door to his. It’s much more spacious than your old room.
•Mother has mixed feelings about you. Approves of you at first because of your innocent nature but also views you as a distraction to Normans work.
•Since Normans new to the whole “being a parent” trope, it takes a bit of trial and error but he soon gets the hang of things.
•Spoils you every chance he gets. Your room is decorated to your own liking, with whatever toys you liked, the walls painted your favorite color.
•Will agree to whatever games it is you’d want to play. Whether it be dress up, tea parties, hide n’ seek, coloring/painting. You name it.
•He tries to keep you away and out of sight from guests. He doesn’t want to risk the chance that whoever your previous parents or guardian were to show back up and decide they wanted you back. Since he never got the chance to see who had left you at the motel, everyone is a suspect.
•He tries to have a schedule and be as organized as possible so he can balance work and taking care of you. He makes sure you’re awake no later than 10 am, (Tries) homeschools you from 11 am to 1 pm, Bedtime no later than 9:30 pm.
•If you ever get overwhelmed or have a panic attack, he’ll either wrap you up in a blanket and lay you down on the couch OR set you in his lap and read to you.
•Names he calls you(Yes i know lots of littles): Little one, Little Monster, Mouse, Sweetie, (whatever else pet-names you think he’d call you)
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Bruce Wayne, Jake Sully, Tony Stark, Peter b Parker, könig, Norman bates, Patrick Bateman, Din Djarin, Dick Grayson, Clark kent, Henry Cavill, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, and Oscar Isaac are all men I want to fuck 😫 like I swear day by day I become obsessed the things I would do to these men.
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Picnic date with Norman Bates <3
for @perfectlullabies and @littlegreenfag
The day was hotter than expected when you first planned this little outing. The fine, hot Californian sun beat down overhead, and though you were in the lightest and airiest linen you owned you were sweating beneath your sunhat, underneath the unrelenting weight of the sun’s rays, making as if to press you into the earth and bake you dead where you lay. Norman, however, walked light and easy as you both trekked through the landscape, hills and farmland, completely unbothered, his face and arms already nicely browned though summer was just at its start. You were the one who knew where you were both going but he, on his long legs, almost left you trailing behind, even as he carried with him the picnic basket you’d packed.
It wasn’t that long of a walk to the spot you found, though it was made long by the heat. You were huffing and puffing and suffering as you crossed the last stretch, coming over the apex of the last hill.
“There!” You pointed ahead. “Oh my god, I thought we’d never reach it!” In the little valley between hills was an old tree with sprawling wide branches, surrounded by tall grass and wildflowers in midsummer explosion, a veritable oasis amid a sea of food monocrops. You both paused for a moment, you caught your breath as he stared down at the sight before him.
“Wow! How beautiful!” He turned back and smiled at you, more dazzling than the sun. “I-I-I never even thought there would be a place like this so close to my front door!” He glanced at his watch. “Barely twenty minutes, it’s not even 2:30 yet!”
“Twenty minutes?! I thought it was like, an hour,” you fanned your face with your open hand. “I thought we were lost!”
He laughed and, looking down at the steep decline in front of you, tentatively offered his hand. “Shall we? I’m hungry from all that walking…” You smiled up at him and put your hand in his, it was big and warm and his skin was soft, and your heart thudded in your chest. Hand in hand you carefully descended into the valley, wading amongst the flora until you came upon a perfect little clearing in the shade of the great old tree. It was already noticeably cooler.
He set down the picnic basket at your feet, and you spun around, taking it all in, the rustling grass and leaves overhead, the bright and shining green hills standing all around you. “Isn’t it just lovely down here?”
He was standing with his hands held loosely in front of him at waist height, he brought them together and interlocked them nervously as he looked at you. “Y-Yeah… it is.” he breathed out, smiling as he quickly nodded.
You crouched down and opened the basket at your feet, taking the folded blanket from the top. “Here, help me spread it out!” You took the loose corner and the whole wide surface spilled free. He bent down and took the other end, finding the adjacent corners and spreading it out wide as you both stepped apart, moved to find the perfect spot and bent down to smooth the blanket of any bothersome folds. “Alright, now sit down!” You told him, and went over to retrieve the basket, kneeling down opposite to him as you flipped open the lid, setting aside the plates, cutlery, and glasses. “Okay… are you ready to see what I have prepared for us today?” You said with a flourish of the hand, grinning.
“Oh yes, I’m ready!” He nodded eagerly, sitting criss crossed in front of you, looking so sweet and patient.
“I tried to make things I think you would like…” You said, and now you were a little nervous, but you listed them out as you took each container and set them aside neatly on the blanket: an assortment of cured meats and nice cheeses sliced thin, cut fresh fruit, salad with fresh greens and vinaigrette dressing, and an assortment of sandwiches cut into quarters, light cucumber sandwiches with cream cheese, egg salad sandwiches, cold cuts with lettuce and tomato. You smiled up at him through your lashes as you brought out the last thing in the basket: a tall bottle of red wine.
His eyebrows raised, his mouth parted as he mouthed “wow” and then smiled again. “Wine! I’ll admit, I don’t really drink…”
You felt a little anxious and sheepish in the assumption you made in bringing it, you clutched the bottle in your hands and moved to put it back in the basket. “Oh! Well, that’s perfectly alright you know, i-if you don’t want to then we won’t open it!”
“No, no, I mean - What I mean is, I’ve never really… drank alcohol before. Mother would never approve…” He laughed nervously, his eyes flitted to the ground for a second and he paused, thinking. “But I’ll have some today, if you brought it!”
“Well, alright then! You can at least try it, here,” you reached over and took the two glasses, setting them in front of you before you fished the corkscrew out of the basket, screwing it into the top until the two levers on either side were raised, and pushed them down, wiggling until you released the stopper with a distinctive POP! You smiled, smelling the sweet and astringent aroma from the opening, and poured a roughly equal amount into the two glasses before handing one off to him.
You sipped and watched eagerly as he sniffed at the rim of the glass and quirked an eyebrow. Then, tentatively, he brought it to his lips, and drank deeply, deeper than you expected, and your eyes went wide, eyebrows coming together in astonishment. “Okay, well, don’t go too wild with it,” you started, then watched the journey of conflicting emotions play across his face, unable to escape but to either swallow the mouthful of wine or to spit it back into the glass, and you almost thought he would, until at last he tilted his head back and swallowed with some effort, gasping for breath, he coughed and made a face.
“Well, Norman, how was it?”
“It’s good, not bad,” he choked out, looking and sounding pained. “It’s sweet! But I wasn’t expecting the way it would taste so strongly!”
“Well, you also knocked back half the glass in one go, silly. You’re supposed to sip it,” you smiled affectionately and pointed at him: “Unless you wanna get really drunk really fast!” You laughed again.
“It feels… It’s really warm in my stomach.”
“Well, here then, you’ll need to have some food too,” you reached over and took the plates and cutlery, set one of each in front of him and then yourself. “Let’s eat!”
He reached over and matched a translucent-thin slice of prosciutto to a piece of provolone and ate it in one bite. Plate in hand, you took a sandwich and an assortment of fruit. Norman, holding the salad bowl with a serving on his plate in front of him, held it to you in offering, and you lifted your plate closer as he spooned a good helping over, smiling kindly in a way that made your heart throb. And then, satisfied, you both started to eat.
Partway through your first plates, with his glass empty and his face pink, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, Norman looked up and said, breaking the silence: “You know, I really love sharing meals with people.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!” He paused, gathering his words. “I started cooking all by myself fairly young! It was pretty much the only thing I could do well that would make my mother happy.” He said this humorously, but it left a sour feeling in your heart that you pushed down, away from your face. “I think people are just happier when they’re eating…” He giggled, lifting his shoulders.
“Well I hope, I really hope we get to share a lot more meals together, Norman,” you smiled warmly at him. “I’m pretty happy right now!” You reached over, placing your palm over top of his hand for a moment before you pulled away.
You talked as you ate your fill, and as the bottle grew emptier, about books, about art, and movies (you told him about movies, Norman didn’t go to the theater at all), about your hobbies and the places you’ve traveled to in your life, and about the many kinds of people he’s seen check into his motel, and the funny things they sometimes left behind. When most of the food was gone, you picked at the remaining charcuterie, and there was a weighty sort of momentum to your movements, a spinning sensation you hadn’t quite noticed in your reverie that proved you were more than a little tipsy, sun-drunk and wine-drunk and love-drunk too, and so very happy. Full, you lapsed into silence, a silence that was comfortable. The sun had moved, uncovering the half of the picnic blanket that Norman was sitting on from shadow, and he laid back to rest in the warmth, closing his eyes against the mid afternoon rays, and looked more content than you had ever seen him before.
You moved the empty plates and containers back into the basket to make room, and then sat just looking at him, taking him in as much as you possibly wanted, that he wasn’t looking at you all the same, making you nervous under his gaze. His lithe body looked so relaxed with his hands interlocked and resting on his stomach - he was always so tense! His dark hair, wonderful thick brows and dark lashes, his exquisitely structured face, straight nose, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol. The mole on his upper lip, and oh, oh the lips themselves, that you had imagined kissing so much. Well, now you were a little anxious, and there was the strange notion that he might even read your thoughts, know your desires from the intensity of them alone. You moved to lie down next to him so that you didn’t have to look anymore, that you only had to enjoy his presence in the sun, in the heat, with the rustling of grass, magenta and yellow fireworks exploding on the tops of leafy wild plants, the buzzing of insects, butterflies drifting from flower to flower and crickets calling out for mates amongst the thicket.
But your mind was still in the orbit of kissing, thinking of how much you wanted to kiss him and how easy it would be to just kiss him. It was your third date, and that was appropriate, right? Really, you’d wanted to kiss him almost from the first moment you saw him. He was exceedingly skittish when it came to these things, the physical intimacy, he was already practically shaking the first time you held his hand. You would have to ease into it…
You sat upright, and twisted yourself to look at him, still lying with his eyes closed, and asked: “Norman, have you ever kissed anyone before?” …Regretting it immediately as tension filled his whole figure, was it too quick, too forceful? And you knew he probably would have never kissed anyone before anyways. What is wrong with me? The wine, it’s the wine making me so bold… Your gut cringed as his eyes shot open, fearful, and for a second he was still before he shook his head “no.”
“Oh well that’s completely fine you know I’ve never really kissed anyone before either,” the words dribbled out as you turned away, looking out into the meadow in front of you with a grimace, feeling troubled as you ran your hands on the fabric over your thighs. But you didn’t want to make a scene being worried about it, to make him feel bad or scare him, so you laid down too, trying to mirror him, trying not to think of the small distance between you two. Looking up into the sky, you were dizzy, and there was the sun scintillating through the rustling leaves, and billions of shades of green in all different states of illumination.
You laid there for a couple minutes, a completely restless and futile attempt at relaxation. He looked so scared. Did he understand what you wanted? Did he want it too? Would he ever ask on his own? You sat up again, hugging your knees as you watched all the life going by in the field ahead.
You turned your whole body around that you were facing him, lying on your hip and supporting yourself with one arm as you looked down at him. He didn’t look quite as shaken up as you felt he might be, or as you were from the itching desire to be closer. His eyes again were closed, you almost wondered if he was sleeping. But the sound of your movements got his attention enough, this time his eyes fluttered open gently, and he met your gaze with a sweet, closed mouth smile that you couldn’t help but match. From somewhere over your head, a butterfly came and circled clumsily, both your eyes followed it until it - you gasped - landed on the crown of his hair.
“Don’t move! It landed on you!” You half-shouted, not wanting to scare it away, and his expression widened in surprise. “Oh, that’s wonderful, I wish I had a camera!” Norman was frozen, even trying not to breathe too hard, and looked up as far as he could. It was a brilliant orange creature against the backdrop of his dark hair, smattered with black spots, edged in white, it flexed it’s fan-shaped wings open-closed, open-closed, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the loveliness of it. You inched closer and reached over slowly, trying not to frighten it away, holding your hand out, thinking that maybe if you were gentle enough it might crawl on your finger but - too close! The butterfly took flight again, bouncing aimlessly away on the air. “Aww no, I scared it away, damn it!” You were disappointed, but laughed as you said it.
“Was it really on me? I couldn’t see!” He asked, and you nodded down at him, smiling. And your heart started beating fast, because you had moved pretty close in trying to get the butterfly, closer and more intimate here lying down than you had ever felt before. Maybe you had been physically closer, but here, lying on the blanket, his flushed and smiling face below you, you could just lean in and kiss him for the first time right there. You pictured yourself doing it. Your face fell, unable to smile convincingly so flustered as you were, so hesitant. Norman caught the change in mood, his face matching your seriousness, his eyebrows pinched just a bit in concern, a question in his eyes.
“Norman, I want to kiss you…” You murmured, and his face took on the same flat neutrality of terror as before as you spoke: “Norman, can I kiss you…?”
For a few seconds, there was no answer, no reaction, just the same deer-in-headlights look on his face, and you felt a moment of piercing rejection through your heart. You pulled away just barely, feeling pained, although you were still watching, still waiting for him to say anything.
Almost imperceptibly, he nodded.
“Really?” You breathed, halfway disbelieving. But he nodded again, whispered “yes” so softly he might as well have just mouthed the word. Now your heart was racing in your chest, the blood was rushing in your ears, the sound of pure excitement, as you looked from his eyes to his mouth, brown eyes to his lips, slightly parted…
You moved in, stroked the side of his hair that was combed nicely behind his ear, placing your palm flat next to his head and bracing your weight on your hand as you leaned in, bridging the distance, closing your eyes until finally, you made contact, pressing your lips to his, soft and warm and unmoving, and stayed there for seconds that felt like minutes with glorious fire burning in your chest, until you puckered your lips slightly as you pulled away, the small, wet sound of suction between you.
You made just enough distance between you that you could see the dazed, glassy-eyed look on his face, and you felt the shuddering, trembling breath he let out against your lips. You searched his eyes, and when you moved to kiss him again, this time he lifted his head to meet your lips and kissed you back, clumsy at first before he caught onto the rhythm - kissing, pulling, suction, breathing. He unfolded his arms beneath you, and you felt his arm go around you, palm flat against your shoulder blade as he stroked your back softly up and down; his other hand came up to your face, knuckles brushing against your cheek, before his fingers went to comb through your hair, fingertips brushing your scalp then carding through to the ends, creating a delightful frisson sensation until his hand found its rest at the back of your head. You felt comfortable to let your weight lean into him a bit, your chest pressed warm against his, and it freed your own hand to go to his face, feeling the ridge of his cheekbone, poky stubble just underneath the skin, the motion of the sharp edge of his jawline as your lips glided over each other, breaths intermingling in the space between you. the sensations raking up brilliant sparks of pleasure that exploded in your chest, lighting the delicious warm ache of hunger throughout your body that made you press yourself into him more. Until gently, you broke away for rest, to catch a full breath, and you saw him follow you up, wanting and needing more, until he realized you were pulling away and let his head fall back, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, shining kiss-swollen lips as he took deep, heavy breaths.
“Are you… Are you sure you’ve never kissed anyone else before?” He asked breathlessly, dreamily, with a smile.
It was all you could do to laugh and kiss him again, and again, and again.
#lol#proud reader insert enjoyer but now that its on my main im trembling in fear of the cringe police and also of my writing abilities#oh well i hope u enjoy<333333333#norman bates x reader#highly unedited#and i tried so very hard to keep it under 2k but failed its coming out jutst over 3k LOL
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I desperately need to know who writes the norman bates “horny transmasc reader inserts” on ao3 cus. whew
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Norman Bates x fem reader - smut
a/n: this is old, I was (a few months ago) absolutely obsessed with Norman and the idea of cock warming. this is, needless to say, my first attempt at writing smut, so it's probably God awful. I hope you enjoy, none the less.
Your gaze fixes on the body ahead of you. Norman goes back and forth between the sweet treats plated on the table, the sight warming your heart by how wholesome he is. He finally settles on something pink when his eyes snap up to meet yours, a glint of curiosity shining through his gaze.
He smiles before he begins, "You've been staring at me for the last half hour, Y/N, is there something the matter?" You turn your head to the side while taking you lip between your teeth as a smirk tugs at your mouth. "No. It's nothing, really." You shrug.
He's not convinced and with an out stretched leg, he reaches across from under the table and gently taps his covered foot against your bare one. "Penny for your thoughts?" He tries, taking a nibble at his sweet, still tapping at your foot. "I don't know." You drawl with a burning blush creeping on your cheeks. "It's kind of embarrassing." You admit, suddenly becoming incredibly self conscious, with your hands coming up to shield your face. The tapping ceases and Norman let's out an amused scoff, placing his sweet treat down.
"I'm sure whatever it is you can tell me." There's a hint of worry in his voice, but your current state suggests something more wholesome...
"I want to try cock warming." You blurt.
Or perhaps not.
Suddenly thankful he hadn't the sweet in hand, Norman insists on an explanation. "I'm sorry, dear umm... what did you say?" He stutters with his own burning blush creeping upon his cheeks. "I want to try cock warming." You start slowly, a hand peeling away from your face and onto the table. "In the bedroom, of course." Your hand reaches over to his. "With you."
Still wide eyed, he cleans the last few crumbs off his sweater. "Ahem, that's what I thought you said." He says quietly under his breath. Norman's head is buzzing with the sudden change of topic, especially in the dining room. He's internally battling with lewd thoughts that conflict his current setting. Subjects like this should be discussed in the bedroom, he thought.
"I only want to try it, please." You plead before he can completely dismiss the idea. "Just a one time, please." You beg. Norman's lips pull together in uncertainty. "I don't know." He begins but you interrupt. "Just once, Norman, please. And if it doesn't work for either of us, then we don't have to do it again."
Your pouty lips and glossy eyes bore at his being. He takes your hand on the table in his, releasing a shaky sigh he didn't known he was holding. Norman looks at you with a small smile growing on his lips. "Okay, we can try it." Before he can even finish, your lips are on his the instant you have your answer.
Many sensual kisses had passed between you and Norman that led to him buried between your legs. The first few minuets saw short, uneven breaths and sighs between you. Norman had taken a while to settle down, panting desperately in your ear with the occasional whine of pleasure.
Barely settled yourself, but far more controlled, you kiss the sides of his temple while running your fingers through his soft locks, nails grazing at his scalp to calm him. You shush him gently. "You're doing great, Norman. Really, really, good." You sigh, long and breathy. There's an amused tone in your voice that only makes Norman's blush reach the very tips of his ears.
A short while passes by with Norman and yourself pressed chest to chest. You've long since distracted him with gentle, tickling kisses up his neck and along his jawline. Your foot wraps around his leg, and you trail your heel from the back of his ankle up the length of his leg. The motion causes you to spread further open with your leg now hiked to the side under the covers.
Unexpectedly, Norman feels himself slip further into you with an abrupt gasp. You moan at the movement, laughing a bit as Norman whines at your instinctual clench on his member. "Y/N, please, this is..." He moans longingly, almost throwing his head back. "This is torture(!)" He bites his lip before his forehead crashes against your shoulder and soon, his lips dance kisses across your collarbone.
You bask in the tense pressue building between you, your teasing leg settling wrapped around his hip bone. "Just a little longer, I promise." Your fingers tugging at the longer hairs on the back at the name of his neck. "Now you're just teasing." He moans, lifting his head from your shoulder, only to see you grinning from ear to ear.
Norman's brows furrow, and with all his willpower to steady himself, he dips his lead down to meet you chest. At first he trails delicate kiss across the skin, before propping himself steady with one arm, his other hands takes a gentle yet eager grasp on your breast. You gasp at the sudden sensation with his fingers rolling the bud teasingly.
"Wait, wait, that's not fair." Your head falls back as a you release a sharp gasp of ecstacy while trying to steady your hips from excessive movement, but they betray you with a sudden buck to meet Norman's hips when his mouth suddenly takes a latch on your other nipple. The warm and wet cavern of his mouth enclosing the bud securely to be tasted by his tongue.
A borderline pornographic moan erupts from your lips at the contact ending with a whine. Norman relishes in the reactions he's gained, you finally having a taste of your own medicine. His lips disconnect with a pop but his nimble fingers remain on your other bud.
Your scrap your nails down his scalp before your hands take place on either side of his face, pulling him towards you. Both of you indulging in a long-awaited passionate kiss that turns lewd when Norman unexpectedly pins you down into the bed with his hips. His length breaching a depth within you that was yet to be explored that night. Your hips betray you again and Norman moans into your mouth before pulling away, gapsing for air.
"Can we be done with this, please Y/N? I need to move." He begs, lips finding your neck once again. You moan at the contact that sends shockwaves through your tensing person, making you bite your lip. "I don't know, Norman. I'm kind of comfortable." You tease breathlessly and flustered, but Norman's kisses turn feral with a simple graze of his teeth against your skin that sends a blaze through your skin.
"Yes, dear God! Norman, you can move! Please move." You gasp.
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Ship: Norman Bates/Nonbinary Reader, Vincent Sinclair/Nonbinary Reader, Billy Lenz/Nonbinary Reader
Chapters: 3 (one for each boy)
CW: The Reader in the fic is actively recovering from a Stroke, if mentions of strokes and stroke symptoms bother you please don’t read, this was written for a friend of mine who’s currently in recovery themselves after having one.
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Can you do headcanon for Norman Bates with a pregnant s/o? Thx xo
oooh my gosh oh my gosh *foams at the mouth from the mere thought™)
honestly he’s so excited when you first tell him.
he’s a little worried at first, wondering if this sudden change in the life you share might strengthen the voice of mother that still lurks in the dark corners of his mind.
he knows he can lean on you though and does so, voicing his concerns after he shows his initial excitement and support.
if the two of you aren’t already married (highly unlikely because he is romantic and soft when he can allow himself to be) you will be getting married as soon as possible. you need to be married yesterday.
would swoon if you would take his name or at least hyphen yours.
he has daydreams about people coming to the motel and commenting on what a perfect, picturesque family the three of you make.
the two of you running the motel while your child plays and laughs and smiles, well-behaved but brimming with the joy that comes with a childhood full of love.
you would think he would be worried about repeating the terrible childhood he lived through but he isn’t, not really.
he knows that the two of you have all the love in the world to give to the child you two will have. knows that you’ll be with him every step of the way, to guide him and help him along where he might stumble in ignorance or indecision.
if nothing else he knows that you, the person he loves more than anything, will guarantee the child will have a wonderful life. you’re so full of love and good qualities. he knows you’ll make an incredible parent, you’ve already made such a wonderful partner. already made his life so much brighter.
all this isn’t to say he intends to leave you with all the leg work of raising your child. he’s going to be very involved (but will often worry about being stifling or foul-tempered like mother so often was.)
he just takes comfort in knowing that no matter how bad he might turn out to be as a father (he’ll do wonderfully), you’ll more than make up for his shortcomings.
but back to you being pregnant.
he doesn’t want you to lift a finger! even before you start showing he starts to hover and fret over you.
a few weeks after you found out you were pregnant you went into one of the motel’s many rooms to clean and noticed a light-bulb blinking out. you climbed up onto the world’s lowest ladder but norman came looking for you at just the wrong time and nearly worked himself into hysterics about you being so high up!! where you could fall!! and hurt yourself!!!
he freaks out so bad that it might make you cave to his gentle prodding and insistence that you “just sit down and rest” long before you actually physically need to do so.
likes to help you out of chairs and couches and beds. if you are ever getting up he will manifest out of nowhere and delicately take one of your hands in his and have the other at your back.
he starts to initiate touch with you more. before he would let you set the pace, or reach out for him. he loves you and is starved for affection but he was just a little hesitant to ever be the one to start it.
afraid of being too much, too needy, too wanting. or, worse, not enough.
now he can’t keep his hands off you!! he is always pressing kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, your hands, even your belly when you’re alone or laying in bed at night.
yes he cries the first time he feels the baby kick. for once he’s not even embarrassed about being so emotional.
he has an irrational fear that you could slip in the shower and die during the next nine months so please take baths or else you will find him hovering outside the bathroom door waiting to hear the slightest thump so he can spring into action!! he worries!!
he’s worried for the baby too of course but for some reason he has the particular idea that your body has become more fragile. he’s not just scared that you’re carrying a child and anything that happens to you can effect them, he’s genuinely like “i think....pregnancy.... is ..risky”
someone help him.
that being said he loves the changes your body goes through.
he thinks you look very endearing waddling around the motel. he’s always smiling and happy whenever he catches a glimpse of you throughout the day. you’re so wonderful. you’re going to be a family of three soon.
lowkey he’s also like.... a little turned on because like ....you’re having his baby. you’re his spouse. but he feels like that might be wrong to feel? you’ll probably be able to sense it though. he’s not very subtle.
worried about hurting you or the baby during sex so he’ll be even more gentle than usual. do not ask him to be rough!!
if you get any kind of morning sickness he will feel so bad. whenever he goes into town for supplies and whatnot he talks to the local women and asks for cures. he’s got a sweet, honest face so they always try their best to help give him quality advice.
the man looks like he’ll fall to pieces if you wake up sick and miserable one more time.
likes to rub your feet whenever they get sore, bloated or achy. he will rub them until his hands get sore and achy. you will never know because he will never tell you. he likes taking care of you.
one of the few slashers who would get up in the dead of night... and happily go and fetch you even the most ridiculous of cravings.
you could tell him he can’t run the motel by himself and always be taking care of you but it’s like he takes your words as a challenge because now he’ll do both but even better than before.
it’s like he wants to prove he can take care of you and the baby no matter what he needs to do. reassure him before he passes out from exhaustion :(((
probably going to also be busy because he really will.....be completely redecorating the house.
he knows it might seem like bad or funny timing but norman wants a real fresh start. he doesn’t want his child to sleep in the same crib he used to sleep in. or stare at the same dull walls. or sit on the same furniture his mother used to. he feels her energy so deeply seeped into everything that’s currently in the house. it makes him uneasy!!
he strips it totally bare. he sells all the furniture to get new things and then dips a bit into the savings he hasn’t touched that he’s built up throughout the years just for good measure. he repaints the walls. he makes it so homey and warm and so unlike the house he grew up in.
he talks to you a lot and asks you a lot of questions. he wants it to be your dream-house as much as possible!! his only goal is for it to be a place you three will always be content to call home.
honestly going to panic a bit when your water breaks and probably brings you to the hospital long before you’ve dilated but better early than late!
#norman bates x reader#norman bates imagine#horror imagine#horror self insert#thank you for sending this...my husband who i adore#Anonymous
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[Otto Octavius x Enhanced!Reader]
[Part 6]
[Part 5] [Part 4] [Part 3] [Part 2] [Part 1]
Summary: Why not spill your guts? What's the worst that could happen?
Warnings: MAJOR NWH SPOILERS!! Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, Gun Violence, Choking, Death
A/N: Starts chanting: soft Otto, Soft Otto, SOFT OTTO! I love Otto so much!!! It may take a bit for the next chapter(s) to come out, as it will be smut and I will be writing two separate versions of it! Hope you enjoy this one!! DUE TO PERSONAL REASONS, I HAVE DISCONTINUED THE TAG LIST FOR THIS, AND MOST LIKELY OTHER, FIC(S).
You wandered behind Peter, trying to keep a good distance from everyone. You felt weird and horrible and you wanted nothing more than to be clean. Your bloody, tear covered clothes were becoming gross and you were becoming distressed.
Peter opened the door to one of the condos and rushed you all in. You looked over at the camera on the wall and pouted. You could hear Happy now- ‘Peter, why is a wanted hero in my home? Why are their eyes so red and puffy?’
You walked further into the home and waited around, awkwardly, for Peter to address everyone. When he hurried in and went to the back room you furrowed your brows. He was moving fast and talking even faster. He wanted to try fixing Otto first. His actuators had taken control of him, and Peter just knew he could fix it. Not everyone was so sure, you had hope though. You needed to have hope.
You sat down on the couch, on the opposite from Flint and brushed away the sand around you.
“Sorry,” Flint mumbled, catching your attention.
“It’s fine, I think this is the least horrible thing that has happened to me in the past day.”
Flint let out a nervous laugh. There was intense awkwardness in the air. You accepted the fact everything was going to be awkward for you from that point onward. You watched Otto from across the room, and listened as Peter and Norman worked in the other one. You tensed as May approached Otto with a cup of water.
“Thirsty?”
“Why, yes, I am.”
You leaned forward and watched their interaction closely.
“Freshwater or saltwater?”
“What?” Otto was reeling.
“Cause you’re an octopus!” May gave him a smile.
Otto only furrowed his brows. Causing May’s smile to turn awkward, “Fresh water it is.”
You snorted, a smile spreading on your face. Otto was genuinely confused. Peter and Norman came running in shortly after. Peter asked for May to raise Otto and she was quick to use the nano tech hologram to force him into the air. Otto was very vocal about how he was not wanting to comply.
You stood from your spot on the couch and watched as Peter held Otto by his head, trying to put his new chip in. With every part of your body tense, you waited with bated breath and Peter finally inserted it in. Otto’s head fell and so did your heart. Your face softened and Peter called out for him.
Norman, along with everyone else in the room, grew tense. You clutched the hem of your shirt in your fist and watched Otto for what felt like an eternity.
Once he inhaled, every single bit of air in your lungs came out in one loud sigh. You shut your eyes and smiled to yourself. Once you opened your eyes you watched Otto again, your eyes never leaving him as he lowered himself to the floor and gave Peter his nanotech back.
Everything became a blur, you were unsure of what was going on, other than Otto thanking Peter. You were just thankful Otto was still alive and well.
“Y/N…” Otto brought you back to reality. You looked up at him as he walked towards you. “Dear…” He brought you into a hug, and you crumbled. Your whole body relaxed and you buried your face in his chest. You hugged him back tightly, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt. His left hand found its place on your lower back and his right one on the back of your head. He pulled you closer into him and every single one of your worries seemed to disappear.
“Thank you.” His voice was low and soft, but the others could definitely still hear him, “Thank you for showing me kindness-”
You pulled back and looked up at him, your chin resting on his chest, “It was the least I could do, really.”
“If it weren’t for me you wouldn’t be-”
“If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be here. I’d still be sad, and lonely.”
Otto inhaled sharply and you could only smile up at him. Everyone’s eyes were on you, and you were suddenly very aware of that. You pulled, gently, away from Otto and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Let’s help everyone else.”
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Norman watched you, closer than you really wanted, and your walls were immediately back up. Something was off. You couldn’t quite tell what it was, but eventually you chalked it down to anxiety.
“Y/N,” Norman began to speak.
Your eyes immediately scanned the room for Otto or Peter, but eventually settled back on the man talking to you. Your hands gripped the glass cup in your hands and you forced a small smile, “Yeah?”
Norman gave you a concerned look, “You alright?”
“Just, um-” Regretting every single thing I’ve said since meeting all of you, “thinking.”
Norman nodded, seeming to agree with that sentiment, “You can’t use your abilities without a nose bleed. Do you have any other issues?”
Something in you screamed to not talk to him about anything, but you could not help yourself. You were in a spot you hadn’t been in, since, well, you thought you were saved by the Avengers. But, you had come to the conclusion, nothing is what it seems to be, not anymore.
He wants to help me, you nodded to yourself, he’s looking out for me. “Uh, I’ve never really had to put my feelings into words before, this may be confusing, even for a scientist like yourself.” Norman nodded and seemed to narrow in on you, and you alone, “When I get those nosebleeds, they drain me. Everything in me. You saw what happened with Stephen. And, when I heal-” Your grip tightened on the cup in your hands, “It’s even worse it seems. I was healing Otto, he was about to die, and then I felt like I was too-” You were becoming frantic. “And someone died while I was holding on to him and I felt every fucking thing he felt-”
The glass cup in your hands exploded from your grip and you gasped. The glass fell from your hands and thudded against the ground. Your eyes were wide and your heart was pounding. Norman grabbed your wrist and you flinched back, eyes wide with fear.
“You’re bleeding.” His voice was soft.
All eyes were on you again. You looked down at your hands and blood formed where glass had wedged its way into your skin. A hand was on the small of your back instantly and leading you towards the kitchen sink. Your eyes moved up and you relaxed, letting yourself be led away.
“You get carried away, a lot, don’t you dear?” Otto smiled down at you and could only nod. “Peter, is there alcohol here?”
“Is this payback?” You couldn’t help but smile up at Otto. Your hands placed upward over the kitchen sink, Otto’s gloved ones holding yours gently.
Otto answered with a laugh, and your face began to heat up. You were completely enthralled by him, his calming presence and his soft eyes. The way he gently held your hands to not hurt you. Everything about him was overtaking all of you and you almost forgot there were other people in the room. Almost.
“Uh,” Flint caught your attention, “can’t you just heal yourself?”
“No, dude,” Max started in on him, “have you been listening?”
Peter handed Otto some alcohol and a pair of tweezers. Otto began to pluck the glass from your hands, gently, carefully. Making sure to not hurt you. You winced once, and Otto apologized.
“Now I know how you feel.” He mumbled, focusing closely on the pieces of glass in your hand.
You snorted, and tried to focus on something other than your hands. You looked back at everyone else in the condominium and noticed their eyes just sitting on you and Otto. You shifted uncomfortable and Otto quietly asked for you to be still.
“I forgot you couldn’t heal at the moment, I’m sorry if-”
You smiled at Flint, and his awkwardness. “It’s alright! Really. I can’t heal myself anyway. Never have been able to, only others.”
“You can’t heal yourself?” Norman gave you a curious look.
“No…” With your guard back up, you shook your head, “I guess they didn’t get to that part of the experiment.”
Peter was quick to make a face, his eyes widening and his body tensing, “I have your fix ready Max!” Peter approached the man and you couldn’t have been more thankful for that interruption.
“This is going to hurt,” Otto caught your attention once more, “I’m sorry.”
You did not get the chance to tell him it was going to be fine. You jumped as alcohol poured onto your hands, a yelp escaping you. The roles had reversed and you really were not used to that. You thought about the alcohol you had put on Otto’s wounds just days ago and finally understood how he felt.
Your hands were bandaged and wrapped, and Otto, Peter, and Norman were trying to help everyone else. Peter approached you, and began to ask you more about the situation, but came to a quick halt.
He began to visibly panic, his eyes scanning the room. You reached out to touch his shoulder, grab for him, but you brought your hand back to you. You clasped your hands tightly together as the absolute confusion and fear radiated off of Peter. He looked around the room, his eyes seemed to settle on Max, who did not take kindly to that.
“Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”
Peter’s hand raised and he aimed it at Norman, quickly hitting his web shooter. You watched in horror as Norman’s face contorted.
“That’s some neat trick.” His voice had completely changed, “That sense of yours.”
“Norman?”
“Norman’s on sabbatical, honey.”
Your insides began twisting with fear. You could see Aunt May moving in your peripheral vision and you wanted nothing more than to run. But you were stuck beside Otto, waiting for everyone’s untimely demise. You leaned against Otto, and you felt nothing more than terror.
Green Goblin’s whole speech became background noise and blood rushed through your ears. Everything was a blur and something was wrong. Something was off.
“Gods don’t have to choose.” He caught your attention once more, “We take.”
Hell broke loose. Peter alerted May to run. And run she did.
Max and Norman both broke free, and Max was quick to pull the arc reactor from the other room. You sat, a deer in headlights, as chaos ensued around you. Otto was fast to push you behind him, keep you safe. Ultimately though, you knew you didn’t need that. Something was happening, you could feel it, and nothing was going to stop it.
“Oh my god,” Otto moved, protecting you from Max, “What have you done?”
“I liked you better before.”
You moved from behind Otto and looked at Peter and Norman. “I promise,” You looked up at him, marking an 'x' over your heart. “I’ll be okay.” He gave you a knowing look, and made his way towards Max, who was quick to blast him out of the building.
You could only stand, and watch, in horror. Peter swung for Norman, landing a hit, but it wasn’t effective at all. Norman was quick to launch him through the window of the condo, but Peter caught himself, on Norman’s chest, and pulled himself back into that apartment. Norman grabbed the webs and flung him through the sliding glass door onto the patio.
Norman’s eyes locked onto yours and you felt smaller than ever. Suddenly, your vision became blurred, and you were the smallest thing in the room. Your mouth was dry and your breath was caught in your chest.
“Oh, Y/N…what are we going to do with you…” Norman closed in on you, his eyes dark and full of hatred, “You were worked on; poked and prodded, and yet, you’re still so weak.” His voice came out in a low growl.
“I-”
His hand was around your throat and you were up against the wall. Both of your hands immediately grabbed his forearm and pulled. Hard. His hand only tightened around your neck and you tried to scream for Peter. For anyone. Nothing seemed to come out.
“All you do is comply. Saved from some facility by heroes, and you never questioned their authority. You helped Otto, no questions asked.” His grip tightened with every word, your mind was growing foggy and your eyes were shutting. “You spill your guts to us, without a second thought. So trusting, so fucking-”
“Let Y/N go!”
He pushed you further into the wall and you let out a small whine, and without looking away from you, he spoke. “Stop, unless you want me to crush their fucking throat.”
Peter could only watch you. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you were unable to swallow. Your grip loosened on his forearm, but your hands did not fall.
“I’ll be sure to tell Otto exactly how you took your last breaths.”
Your struggling stopped, and what you could only assume was your life, began to flash before your eyes.
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Something in you had snapped. You were standing in the middle of the street, cops surrounding you. A foul grin spread across your face as you dropped to your knees, putting your hands above your head.
“Do not move!” One of the men yelled at you.
All of them seemed to be terrified to even be in your presence. They wore sound cancelling ear covers and every single one of their guns were pointed right at you.
The man at the front of the force, the one that carried the most confidence, noticed your expression and his finger moved to the trigger. You closed your eyes, and inhaled. You could feel every single person in that area, their minds free for the taking.
You let out a low laugh. Your eyes snapped open, pitch black and the officer let out a yell. He screamed for the men to fire. He screamed and screamed, his hands shaking and his body tense. You watched as he dropped the gun, fear taking over his body. His eyes glazed over and he began to take off in a sprint, running right into his own men. You watched with darkened eyes as his own men began to turn on him. Every single one of them turned to their own leader, their guns raised and their eyes black.
You turned away and covered your ears as gunshots rang through the city. You stood up and cocked your head as you saw something coming closer to you in the sky. With furrowed brows you pointed towards it, every single one of the officers turned, all at once, their guns now pointing at the thing getting closer.
“Iron Man?” You snorted and crossed your arms. “What the fuck is he doing?”
He landed in front of you, and started to walk towards you, but didn’t budge. You kept the men pointing their guns at him, but you made sure they didn’t pull the trigger.
“You’re not wearing any ear pieces… You do know what I'm capable of, right?”
“You’re not going to control me. Or kill me.”
A laugh, loud and confident, escaped you. “I was trapped in some scientist’s basements for months, and heard nothing from anyone. I lost my fucking father. No one came for, not a single soul. My dad is dead, and now-”
Electricity began to shoot through you as something jabbed you in the back. A loud scream ripped from your throat and you fell to your knees. The sound of guns hitting the ground and feet running off was the only thing you could hear. Something hard hit you in the temple and you were completely on the ground, eyes shut.
“Natasha… I wasn’t finished-”
“Yeah, I know, I finished it.”
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Warmth beginning to drip down your nose brought you back to where you were. Suddenly, you remembered your situation. Norman had you pinned to the wall, throat in his hand. He was laughing as you sat limp.
Your grip tightened once more on his forearm, eyes shooting open. His confident look twisted into confusion. You were not going to die by his hand. You may have had little, but there was still something to live for. Your pupils began to blow wide and Norman’s eyes turned black as well. You were dropped and your grasp on Norman faltered. You gasped for air and Peter was quick to move in on Norman.
“Run!” He shouted at you.
Stumbling and gasping and dazed, you started sprinting. Unsure of where you were headed, your brain still mush from the oxygen deprivation. You heard May and regained some of your senses. You ran for her.
“May!”
You were still struggling. But you caught her attention. She turned to you and she froze, looking at you with wide eyes. Her stare softened and her hand raised towards you.
“Honey… Your neck…”
“We gotta-” You inhaled sharply, “We gotta go-”
The lobby before you crumbled. Peter and Norman fell through the floor and Norman was steadily beating the shit out of Peter. Everything that had been going on, everything that was coming back, it was causing you to freeze. You stood there, unable to think about moving. May moved, though.
She ran towards Norman and slammed the serum Peter had been working on into his neck. She ran towards the front exit of the building and watched as it didn’t work. Everything blurred again. Something was wrong and May wasn’t running. Peter was begging for her to leave and she wasn’t. She was ready to fight. Unlike you.
You really wished she would have ran.
His glider busted through glass, slamming into her and she went flying through the air. Peter yelled for her and you wanted nothing more than to run. Run for her. Help her. But you stood. Stood in your spot, eyes full of fear.
“No good deed goes unpunished.”
Goblin caught your attention. He brought a pumpkin bomb up and threw it, causing Peter to jump for it. It slipped by his fingers and exploded. You were blasted back and your ears began to ring. Your head had hit the wall and you were lying there, sure you had died. But Peter and May talking caught your attention, reeling you back in.
“May?”
“I need to catch my breath.”
You stood up and ran. As soon as you were in arms reach of May you were grabbing for her.
“Peter!” Your voice was loud and frantic, “Where? Where is she hurt?”
Peter’s hand moved from her back and you saw the blood. You began mumbling to May, it was going to be okay. She was going to be okay. Peter helped you lay her down in rubble and you shifted.
“I promise,” tears filled your eyes, “It’s gonna be fine.”
“My breath,” May began mumbling.
“I know…”
Your hands settled on her wound, and your hands began to warm up. A soft glow began to emit from them and you could feel the healing begin to take toll on you. You had barely started and you were already done. The glow in your hands began to fade and a scream came from your lips.
“No!” You were sobbing. Falling back, you let Peter hold her. “No…” You looked at your hands, your head becoming light, blood profusely falling from your nose. “I’m so sorry. May… Peter… I'm sorry.”
Flashbacks came in waves. Your nurse in your arms. Her bloody and broken body unable to be healed. You wrapped your arms around your knees and sob echoed through the broken lobby. Peter grabbed your shoulder.
“Y/N, we gotta get out- We gotta go…”
You were snatched up by Peter, and dragged away from May. It was easy to forget how strong Peter was, until he was picking up and dragging you towards an escape from the police after him.
“I’m taking you home.” Peter flung a web off the building and launched the both of you away from the trouble, “You’ve been through enough.”
You didn’t respond. You didn’t need to. You only told him where to take you, and it was silent until you reached your house.
He dropped you off and you mumbled an apology. Peter hugged you and you gave him an awkward pat on the back, “Thank you,” Peter pulled away, “For trying. I’m so sorry.”
You nodded and let Peter leave. You were finally dry eyed. You walked towards your home and noticed the welcome mat was displaced, along with the potted plant beside your door. You immediately put your guard up and opened the door, ready to mind fuck anyone in your home. Even if it killed you.
Tears filled your eyes once the door was opened.
“Otto?”
Immediately, you were on your knees. Sobbing again. His actuators were quick to pick you up, put you on your feet, and pull you into him. The both of you stood there, him letting you cry and you sobbing into his chest.
#doc ock#otto octavius#otto octavius imagine#otto octavius x reader#doc ock imagine#doc ock x reader#im an 18+ blog and not being able to know everyones age#while also tagging them?#sorry i decided against that
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p3ryton's slasher fic masterlist
I mostly write for slashers and clone wars, but I'm new to posting my fics on here, so I'll be adding to this list as I go. These will all be reader inserts (female reader unless specified otherwise), but the separate list I'll make for my clone wars fics will be with ocs.
Slashers
Brahms Heelshire x Reader:
Fit Right In
Naughty
Bo Sinclair x Reader:
Mama's Boy
Reclamation
Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull x Reader:
The Man Without a Face
Sugar and Spite
Vincent Sinclair x Reader:
Breaking the Silence
Second Chances
Michael Myers x Reader:
The Girl Who Laughs
Clingy
Billy Lenz x Reader:
Call Me Maybe
House Call
Lester Sinclair x Reader:
No Place Like Home
Bubba Sawyer x Reader:
Bone-a-Fied Lover
A Real Mouthful
Jason Voorhees x Reader:
Domesticity
Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Reader:
Caught
Daniel Robitaille x Reader:
Say My Name
Norman Bates x Reader:
Routine Maintenance
Asa Emory x Reader:
Performance Art
#slasher x reader#slashers#brahms heelshire x reader#bo sinclair x reader#jesse cromeans x reader#chromeskull x reader#vincent sinclair x reader#michael myers x reader#billy lenz x reader#lester sinclair x reader#d3's post#norman bates x reader#jason vorhees x reader#bubba saywer x reader#daniel robitaille x reader#candyman x reader#asa emory x reader#🍐
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💀~Introduction~💀
18+ BLOG- My writing is not advised for the underage ones, so approach carefully.
Welcome to a whole new world of Erotica/Romance Horror where our Kryptonite are Big Slasher Men who could maim us and that we love so much.
Horror movie and serial killer/crime documentary enthusiast with a steak for the dark and the obscene.
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~My Novels~
The Asylum - Monster Erotica (Diabolik Lovers Series)
Next Door Stalker - The Neighbour
Primal Instinct: A Stockholm Syndrome Love Story
Cyber Killer: Horror Erotica DARK WEB SERIES 1
Sugar, Sugar! Oh, my Daddy!~: A Sugar Daddy Erotic Thriller
Under the Alaskan Moon: A Dark Erotica about Two Souls Connecting into the Winter Wonderland
Liquor Series: Whiskey Kisses: An Erotic Lesbian Short Story
The Ouija: A Halloween Erotica Special (Diabolic Lovers Series)
Tempting Lust: Behind closed doors Series #1
Name: Bianca
Age: 25
Nationality: Romanian
Favorite Slashers: Chromeskull, The Collector, Ghostface, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Harry Warden
Favorite Horror Movies: Laid to rest, The Collector/The Collection, SAW series, Wrong Turn Series, House of 1000 corpses, Friday the 13th, Halloween, Scream
~Masterlist with Canon Slashers~
~Masterlist with my Original Characters~
~Rules for Requests~ (CLOSED AT THE MOMENT)
Who I write for:
Freddy Krueger from A nightmare on elm street
Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th
Michael Myers from Halloween
Bubba Sawyer/Thomas Hewitt/Jedidiah Sawyer from Texas the chainsaw massacre
The Collector (Asa Emory from) The Collector movies
Chromeskull (Jesse Cromeans)/Preston/Spann from Laid to Rest movies
Harry Warden from My bloody valentine
Ghostface (Billy Loomis/Stu Macher) from The Scream movies
Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal the TV Show
Brahms Heelshire from The Boy movie
Norman Bates from Psycho
The Creeper from Jeepers Creeper movies
Bo Sinclair/Vincent Sinclair/Lester Sinclair from House of Wax
1986!Pennywise and The New Pennywise from IT movies
The Djinn from Wishmaster movies
The Three Killers from You’re Next 2011 movie
Mark Hoffman/Amanda Young/John Kramer/Logan Nelson from SAW movies
Pinhead from Hellraiser movies
Tiffany Valentine from Bride of Chucky
Jennifer Check from Jennifers’ Body movie
Baby Firefly/Otis B. Driftwood from House of 1000 Corpses/The Devils Reject/3 from Hell
Carrie White from Carrie movies
John from He’s out there 2018
Candyman (Daniel Robitaille) from Candyman movie
Victor Crowley from Hatchet movie series
Chucky Human Form from Childs Play
Yautja from Predator
Xenomorph from Alien
The Legion (Frank Morrison/Joey) from Dead by Daylight
The Trapper (Evan MacMillan) from Dead by Daylight
Ghostface (Jed Olsen/Danny Johnson) from Dead by Daylight
The Wraith (Philip Ojomo) from Dead by Daylight
Jacob Goodnight from See no evil movies
Jack Torrance from The Shinning
Patrick Bateman from American Psycho
The Other from Hell Fest 2018
BONUS!: I also write for my Horror/Slasher Original Characters which you can find into ~Masterlist with my Original Characters~
What I write:
I write SFW and NSFW
I do Headcanons and Reader Inserts
I write Male x Female, but also Male x Male or Female x Female
I can write Threesomes like Male x Female x Male, Male x Male x Male etc.
I can also do something like Slasher x Slasher.
I can do all sorts of stuff like BDSM, Gorish, Non-Con.
When it comes to sexual NSFW all characters must be 18+, no underage.
What I don’t write:
I won’t do Pedophilia stories. Just NO.
Incest also an absolute NO.
Watersports.
What I might or not write, depending on the slasher:
Characters with disabilities/mental illness, mostly because I am not very familiar with them and I don't want to trigger/insult someone that might have them.
Characters with children, mostly because some characters I cannot picture as parents.
COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! 🎉
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Can you write Norman comforting the reader after a night terror?
🏨𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳/𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁/𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀/𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽/𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗶𝘀𝗵?🏨
-"Nor-" you shot up in a cold sweat. Your eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. You rubbed a hand over your eyes before looking over to the other side of the bed to see Norman laying on his side holding his head up with his hand.
-"Nightmare?" He didnt need you to respond to already know the ansewer to his question. He observed your face for a mere second with a look of empathy before sitting up straight and laying back against the headboard, his arms held open, silently motioning for you to sit between his legs and you did just that.
-Once you got comfortable and situated between him, he gently wraps his arms around your body, laying his chin atop your head. You both just sat there in silence. It wasn't the awkward kind of silence thought. It was a comforting silence. Just two people finding comfort in each others presence.
-After awhile, you could feel Norman start to hum a tune. It wasn't nothing in particular. Just something he made up. The humming grew just a little aswell as him rocking you both from side to side ever so slightly. This little tactic of his seemed to be working because your tense muscles started to loosen little by little and your ragged breathing started to slow down.
"Is my little monster ready to talk about the nightmare they just had or wishes to keep it to themselves?" he muttered into your ear. He wouldn't force it upon you to tell him but if you talking about it would help calm you down, he'd be more than willing to listen. You kept quiet after awhile, instead laying farther back into his chest. That was all he needed to know.
-For the rest of the night, you both just stay cuddled close to one another. Finding comfort in one another's embrace. That alone was enough for you both to fall back asleep to get some much needed rest.
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May 2020 Reader Insert Smut Masterlist
1. Mark and Tommy from Old MacDonald (Crypt TV)
2. Bed Head from Bed Head (Crypt TV)
3. Tom Holloway from Stranger Things 3
4. Norman Osborn from Spider-Man
5. Norman Bates from Psycho
6. Sam Miller and Ginger Fitzgerald from Ginger Snaps
7. Chuck Steinberg from Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark
8. the Scorpion from The Devil’s Carnival
9. Stavo Acosta and Noah Foster from Scream: The TV Series
10. Black Knight Ghost from Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed
11. Romulus Thread and Peeta Mellark from The Hunger Games: Catching Fire
12. Tom Holloway from Stranger Things 3
13. David Kessler from An American Werewolf in London
14. Bane and Dick Grayson from Batman & Robin
16. Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan
17. Leatherface from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2
18. Collector from The Collector
19. Kurt Wagner from X-Men: Apocalypse
20. Lou Bloom from Nightcrawler
21. Pelle from Midsommar
22. Peter Hale, Scott McCall, and Derek Hale from Teen Wolf
23. Theo Raeken, Corey Bryant, and Scott McCall from Teen Wolf
24. Billy Hargrove and Tom Holloway from Stranger Things 3
25. Jesse Cromeans from ChromeSkull: Laid to Rest 2
26. Jonathan Byers and Tom Holloway from Stranger Things 3
27. Matthew Brown from Hannibal
28. Tom Holloway from Stranger Things 3
29. Top Ten Sexiest Characters Part Twelve
30. Joe Goldberg and Raj from You
31. Michael Myers from Halloween II
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Hey people!
I got a second part to that Evil Dead reader insert on the way. I’m hoping to have it done tonight or tomorrow. I also have a small Ash x reader fic to post. Speaking of x reader, I think i’m going to start taking requests for some characters.
These are the characters I’m starting with:
Ash Williams
Norman Bates(1960)
Michael Myers
Stu Macher
I can write HC’s or drabbles.
Anyway I’m gonna go work on those fics.
#Ash williams x reader#norman bates x reader#michael myers x reader#stu macher x reader#x reader#send in requests
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Request Rules & Character List 🦆
Story Archive Blog: @stayoffmyduck
🔞If you're under 18 or don't have your age in your bio please DO NOT interact/follow. You are more than welcome when you are of legal age.
I’ll take requests for scenarios, headcanons and one shots! Don't ever worry about being too specific, it really helps me. Please specify what gender you want the reader to be.
This list isn’t final! These are just the characters I feel like I have a grasp on, writing wise. More will be added as I get to know them better. But you can still send in requests for characters not on the list.
Who I Write For (right now):
Pennywise the Dancing Clown (2017)
Jason Voorhees
Bo Sinclair
Vincent Sinlcair
Lester Sinclair
Norman Bates (1960)
Carrie White (1976)
Death (Final Destination+this slasher can be written as male/fem/neutral)
Thomas Hewitt/Leatherface (Texas Chainsaw Massacre ‘03 & ‘06)
Francisco 'Catfish' Morales (Triple Frontier 2019)
Ezra (Prospect 2018)
Din Djarin/Mando (The Mandalorian)
Various monsters
Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)
What I Will Write(at the moment):
Fluff
Angst
Fluffy angst
Hurt/Comfort
Light smut (orange and lime on the Cirtus Scale)
Male x Female relationships
Female x Female relationships
Gender neutral readers
What I Will Not Write:
Infidelity/cheating
Pregnancy
Non-Consenual (consensual non-con like roleplay, predator/prey etc. is fine)
Underage, incest, pedophilia
Yandere
I’m not good at writing full on smut for requests simply because I take too long actually write it but you can still send in for it if you don't mind waiting. I’m also new to writing gender neutral stuff, so if I ever make any mistakes, let me know and I can fix it and learn from it! The same goes for making my reader inserts as inclusive as possible so everyone can enjoy.
Also, I love the lesser know/not as written for horror movie slashers and monsters, so if you have anyone you want something for and can’t find it, I will try my absolute best to make it happen! Just send in an ask with the movie, character, and what imagine/scenario you want and I’ll let you know!
If you have any questions, just ask or message me. Please be understanding and kind or I will send my Ducks of Chaos and Destruction after you.
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Saving Marion Crane: Women in Horror and Fanfiction as a Revolutionary Act of Reclamation for Women Writers
A Research Paper on women in the horror genre and the creation of the literary zine The Story of a Beautiful Dead Woman
Everyone knows the story of Marion Crane; a young woman who skips town after stealing a large sum of money, so she can help her lover divorce his wife, only to find a motel and met her end through gaining the attention of one of the most famous horror villains in cinematic history: Norman Bates. Marion Crane, whose famous moment of dying in the acclaimed psychological horror film Psycho (1960) was the embryo to one of the constant tropes that make up the horror genre; the death of a beautiful, sexual woman. Marion Crane, who was designed to merely act as the false protagonist, written to die so the real story of Psycho – the story of Norman Bates and his beloved mother - could be told. With the creation of Bates Motel in 2013, the genre of horror has evolved and grown between the fifty-three years that separates the texts. In between this stretch of time, we have seen the horror genre (especially the genre of slasher horror) – be characterised with horrific acts of violence (both physical and sexual) against female characters. And interestingly, during the fifty-three years, the internet was born and the wide-accessibility to reproduce and recreate and retell texts from mainstream culture, to recreate these texts as fanfiction, was born. Fanfiction, in particular, which is predominantly created by women to fulfil desires that are not given acknowledgement or satisfaction by mainstream popular culture. Fanfiction which allows readers to become creators and engage critically with horror texts, as so to remediate them into narratives that fulfil the audience’s desires better.
Women (and Female Sexuality) in Horror.
Looking at the wide range of the literary and academic sources regarding the representations of women in the horror genre, the majority of academic sources have noted the underlining theme of misogyny and gendered violence within horror – Psycho (1960) only being one example amongst many. What’s notable is that like fanfiction, the slasher horror genre has been ignored and considered lesser deserving of academic attention – on the basis that it was exploitative, that the domain of the horror genre belonged to low-brow culture (Trencansky, 1990, pp. 64). This is especially relevant since the literary zine I focused on is a retelling (transformative text/fanfiction piece) about one famous film, Psycho (1960), which in particular is considered to be the cinematic piece that birthed a specific branch of horror cinema, known as the slasher film; where the violent deaths of female characters are a common aspect of the genre. In a survey that examined over 57 slasher films, Gloria Cowan and Margaret O’Brien noted that female sexuality often leads to death in slasher films – that women portrayed as sexually active were more likely become victims of the killer than chaste women or men in general (Cowan and O’Brien, 1990, pp. 194). Andrew Welsh followed up with another survey in 2010, noting that while sexuality in general was a factor of death in slasher films, female characters depicted as sexual were more likely to die and were depicted with longer death scenes as punishment for that sexuality (Welsh, 2010, pp. 770). With the passage of twenty years, it’s illustrated that the brutal deaths of women in horror is still a common aspect to horror cinema.
Another aspect that interlinks with the punishment of female sexuality is the punishment and Othering of non-traditional masculinity. Referring back to Men, Women and Chainsaws, Clover had proposed that male audiences are forced to identify with the surviving female victim, named the ‘Final Girl’, as she kills the villain – even through while the thought of female protagonists being supported is progressive, it should be noted that the Final Girl is often presented as chaste and often presents herself as more masculine in comparison to the female victims (Clover, 2015, pp. 40) This is especially important to understand in the dynamic of whom she has to survive and ultimately kill. In a study focusing on the presentation of masculinity in horror cinema, Rieser noted that famous villains – such as the famous Norman Bates from Psycho (1960)– may be presented as monstrous because they do not fulfil their roles as men; that they may be virginial (Michael Meyers from Halloween and other examples) or non-gender conforming (i.e. Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs) or convinced that they are a woman – as in Norman Bates and his persona, Mother (Rieser, 2001, pp. 374). So even with the theory of women successfully fighting back against their killers, the subtext of negativity about the feminine – that only masculine means of power can be considered powerful, that feminine men are monsters – still exists in horror.
Fanfiction and Women.
Fanfiction, when the research is not properly done, is characterised as either shallow and badly-written sexual fantasies written by teenage girls or acts of copyright violations that disrespect the texts creators and devalues the text itself. However, I would make the argument that if art is a conversation between the consumer and the creator, fanfiction is the response to when culture does not fulfil the desires of an audience. The principle of fanfiction, as discussed by culture theorist Henry Jenkins, is that ‘once television characters enter into a broader circulation, intrude into our living rooms, pervade the fabric of our society, they belong to their audience and not simply to the artists who originated them’ (Jenkins, 2012, pp. 333). And one particularly interesting aspect to fanfiction is how the majority of fanfiction participants are female audiences that become women-writers, one study proposing that fanfiction could be the ‘result of the need of the female audience for fictional narratives that expand the boundary of the official source products’ (Peeples, Yen and Weigle, 2018, pp. 258). This is especially important when you consider that there are female audiences who watch and consume horror films and may even be paradoxically felt to be spoken to by the text (Trencansky, 1990, pp. 64).
Fanfiction, an activity that is about the circulation and active critique of original texts amongst communities of fans (Jenkins, 2012, pp. 331, is all about being able to indulge in desires and fantasies that mainstream society cannot fulfil, all under anonymous identities that separate the writer’s real life from their writing (Peeples, Yen and Weigle, 2018, pp. 259). But at its heart, fanfiction is seen as a form of participatory culture, a culture that has flourished with the birth of the internet which allows for creators that may be gatekept out of traditional spaces (i.e. the exclusion of female and minority creators in Hollywood or traditional publishing) to write texts that defy the narratives upheld in popular culture – even (and perhaps, particularly) about the narratives of gender and sexuality in horror. Fanfiction, as Henry Jenkins famously said in a New York Times interview, is a ‘a way of the culture repairing the damage done in a system where contemporary myths are owned by corporations instead of owned by the folk’ (Harmon, 1997).
Case Study: A Fanfiction.
To look at how fanfiction can act as an act of remediating and reclaiming male-focused horror stories for female creators and female audiences, it’s important to now focus on the praxis of fanfiction by examining three fanfiction pieces posted on Archive of Our Own – a website and server space created by the Transformative Works. By examining the two transformative texts in their relation to their original texts, we can see how fanfiction is a method of participating in the creation and recreation of culture. The first text, “so close (just the two of us)” (Espeones, 2018), the fanfiction rewrites the Halloween series with Michael Meyers (the masked villain of Halloween) being depicted as the victim of stalking to Laurie Strode, the final girl of Halloween now depicted as a killer and stalker. By inverting the violence once put upon Laurie, by rewriting the original story into a story of female-perpetrated violence against a male victim, the story could be calling to Clover’s idea that ‘gender is less a wall than a permeable membrane’ when it comes to the presentation and dynamics of gender in storytelling (Clover, 2015, pp. 46). This switching of moral roles between antagonist and protagonist within, falls under one of the ten categories of how fans rewrite original texts, known as moral realignment, where such fanfictions deliberately ‘blur the original narrative's more rigid boundaries between good and evil’ (Jenkins, 2012, pp. 221).
The second text, “A Deal’s a Deal – Freddy Kreuger x Reader” (summerdayghost, 2018), is a fanfiction where the reader is encouraged to insert themselves as an insert into the story, where they gain the romantic interest of Freddy Kreuger, who helps the reader gain revenge on the people who bully them. This sort of fanfiction, self-insert fanfiction, is the most controversial within fandom – falling under the category of personalization – which is about fulfilling the desires of both writers/readers to embed themselves directly into the story rather than identify with another character (Jenkins, 2012, pp. 227). However, this fanfiction could theoretically be considered a form of escapism and also a rebuttal against Rieser’s theory of feminine men as monsters. Personalization fanfiction texts asks readers to rehearse unconscious ideas about romance and courtship, askes the readers to give themselves permission to feel desire and fantasise in a safe space through identification of a fictional stand-in (Knobel and Lankshear, 2007, pp. 160). More particular, instead of the text identifying feminine desires as deserving of punishment and having female characters act in passive ways and also identifying Freddie Kreuger as a monster, the fanfiction places the reader in the position of loving the monster and aiding him in the crime – and having the monster love you back, without hurting you. These two fanfiction pieces merely being two amongst many ways of rewriting horror texts to ‘better speak to the audience's cultural interests and more fully address their desires.’ (Jenkins, 2012, pp. 333).
Conclusion/Discussion.
While the representations of women and female sexuality in the horror genre, we see that the horror genre – and cinema and television, in general, has a long way to go. If the horror genre does not punish women for sexuality or force them to abandon femininity to survive – the same way that Lady McBeth of Shakespeare was forced to cast away for womanhood for power, it makes monsters out of men that do possess femininity. Which is why the rise of fanfiction is so important – to claim these texts as our own, women-writers have the freedom to reclaim outdated narratives to tell new stories. Even in mainstream cinema, the 2010s have being subject to a renaissance of horror cinematic pieces such as The VVitch (2015), the Babadook (2014) or Hereditary (2018); The VVitch about a Puritan woman caught in the paranoia of a witchhunt and whom becomes a witch herself, The Babadook being a fable where the monster acts as an allegory for grief and the terrors of motherhood and Hereditary being the story of mental illness and familial trauma through the perspective of a family falling apart. All capitalised by the creation of Bates Motel, a television adaptation of Psycho (1960) where the text is transformed to have Marion Crane – the woman whose death gave birth to slasher horror – survive and leave the hotel unharmed. All these texts show the direction of horror bending towards feminist storytelling, towards perspectives once erased in cinema and actively celebrated in fanfiction communities.
References
Clover, C. (2015). Men, Women, and Chain Saws: Gender in the Modern Horror Film (pp. 21-64). Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press.
Cowan, G., & O'Brien, M. (1990). Gender and survival vs. death in slasher films: A content analysis. Sex Roles, 23(3-4), 187-196. doi: 10.1007/bf00289865
Espeones. (2018). A Deal's a Deal - Freddy Krueger x Reader. Retrieved from https://archiveofourown.org/works/15385824
Harmon, A. (1997). In TV's Dull Summer Days, Plots Take Wing on the Net. The New York Times. Retrieved from https://www.nytimes.com/1997/08/18/business/in-tv-s-dull-summer-days-plots-take-wing-on-the-net.html
Jenkins, H. (2012). Textual Poachers: Televison Fans and Participatory Culture (Updated Twentieth Anniversary Edition) (pp. 215-229, 330-340). Abingdon, Oxford: Routledge.
Knobel, M., & Lankshear, C. (2007). A New Literacies Sampler (pp. 137-165). New York, NY: Peter Lang.
Peeples, D., Yen, J., & Weigle, P. (2018). Geeks, Fandoms, and Social Engagement. Child And Adolescent Psychiatric Clinics Of North America, 27(2), 247-267. doi: 10.1016/j.chc.2017.11.008
Rieser, K. (2001). Masculinity and Monstrosity: Characterization and Identification in the Slasher Film. Men And Masculinities, 3(4), 370-392. doi: 10.1177/1097184x01003004002
summerdayghost. (2018). so close (just the two of us). Retrieved from https://archiveofourown.org/works/16605782
Trencansky, S. (2001). Final Girls and Terrible Youth: Transgression in 1980s Slasher Horror. Journal Of Popular Film And Television, 29(2), 63-73. doi: 10.1080/01956050109601010
Welsh, A. (2010). On the Perils of Living Dangerously in the Slasher Horror Film: Gender Differences in the Association Between Sexual Activity and Survival. Sex Roles, 62(11-12), 762-773. doi: 10.1007/s11199-010-9762-x
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