#norman bates x shy reader
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could I request hcs for norman bates with a shy s/o?
yes you could 👀
note: feel free to reblog my work! just please give credit where credit is due :)
Norman Bates x Shy!S/O
welp, youre going to have to confess first because he's not doing it
even if your werent shy, becoming norman's s/o is quite the accomplishment with all of the hurdles you would have to jump through
ya know with the whole "all women are whores except for mother" thing
if his s/o doesnt actually identify as a woman that would create a rather interesting loophole for his *ahem* urges
regardless of gender or sexual identity, any possible s/o would need the approval of mother or rather "norma"
a shy and timid thing like yourself for her shy and timid son? hmm.. this could work... maybe
theres a video of introverted dogs going to a dog park where theyre all standing completely still not doing anything and thats kind of how i imagine this would go
he actually did pretty well at first asking marion to eat with him so i would assume that he wouldnt have too much of an issue initiating things
the two of you are blushing, stuttering and mumbling messes. theres an awful lot of socially awkward tension between you too
but it almost feels comfortable?
whats something that you two could do that doesnt involve talking to or looking at each other?
a movie!
he's not taking you OUT to the movies, youre watching a movie on the tv with him. on the couch. a good two feet apart. not moving.
he would ask you if there was anything he could get you every 15 minutes
oh god is that a kissing scene? god dammit now his face is red... and yours is too
out of the corner of your eye you can see him making quick glances, shifting his weight and flexing his fingers while youre sitting with him
tries to eventually scoot closer to you
movies over! that was fun! goodnight!
being norman's shy s/o would require a lot of patience. in a way its probably for the better since he wouldnt feel as intimidated as he would with someone who wasnt as shy as he is
if you dont mind that he's as shy as you are or that his mother wants you dead then go right ahead! he can be a big sweetheart 💕
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Night time massacre!
Slashers x Asylum therapist GN! Reader
TW: Midnight Angst, Heavy Angst. Emotional Hurt! Manipulation, Lying,
(Slashers: Gabriel May-Hannibal Lecter-Norman Bates-Brahms Heelshire-Jacob Goodnight)
Your plan was to get the slashers to trust you, that was what you were instructed by your peers and boss. And it was a hefty deal of money. And being a little middle class or below it, you needed the money. And when you were done you left.
Norman bates
His mother kept telling him it was a trick, utter buffoonery! But he didn’t listen, he insisted it was love. And that you felt the same way!
The way you would bat your eyelashes at him. How you’d lightly wake him up from his solitude.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off you practically sticking his head through the bars as your feet tapped the cement floor of the halls.
He’d watch how you step, notice a pattern in your walks, grow shy when you’d pay attention and bring up what he said in far later notices.
One day he’d even take it up to himself to make you a mattress flower, ripping his mattress up with raw strength and shaping it into a flower with his teeth and peeling cement off the walls.
He planned to give it too you Friday, so you won’t have to come back the next day and think about his proposal while you were on your two day break.
But Friday never came, you weren’t there. He thought, maybe you were sick. Oh my! Maybe you were sick! You probably caught the flu. Maybe it’s pneumonia, god you could die! No, no, no, no, his precious angel couldn’t die before he confessed.
He didn’t sleep, he didn’t eat, he didn’t even listen too his mother. He thrashed out on his own. Growing agitated after days passed. Monday, where were you? Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. And on and on. He couldn’t fathom the fact that you were gone, Completely.
Hannibal Lecter (series)
He knew you didn’t care for him, he acted in such a job himself. He knew, oh god he knew, but he was so lonely he couldn’t help but enjoy the company.
He loved everything about it, from the clacking of your shoes as you stepped in the room to the way your eyebrows tilt when you were confused.
How you’d laugh at his stubble seriousness or jokes that were “so unfunny that they were actually funny because it wasn’t!” You stated.
Mesmerizing his favorite color, his phrases, adapting some of his manipulating habits.
He began to fantasize, creating this delusional realities of intimacy of you two in his mind while he slept uncontrollably.
He began to obsess, Thursday he mesmerized your schedule, trying to learn about you. But then Friday came and you weren’t there.
It was hard to keep up with time in the asylum so he just assumed you were off on Friday’s
Until you were off on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and back to Thursday.
Maybe you got hurt, best case scenario rather then the image in his head of you getting murdered by one of his enemies.
The image of you being eaten and cut up like he did to his victims, a piece of your jewelry hung up as decoration.
His mind became distraught, keeping his usually calm demeanor but eye bags were clearly shown. Agitation in his voice and hatred as he talked to the new therapist.
Gabriel May
For a while he didn’t trust you, he didn’t believe someone would try to understand a “parasite.”
He was utterly surprised when you called him Gabriel instead of “IT” when you called him by his normal He/him pronouns instead of “a parasite.”
He grew a little agitated at the fact that you made your way into his little heart, giving him more time then his sister to talk to him.
Letting him take turns to draw with his sister as if he was still a little kid.
Once you talked to his sister longer than you’d normally would, he’d show verbal aggression. Going occasionally silent, or making tiny whispers to his sister, threats of any kind.
He began blocking out his sister, so while you thought you were talking to her you were actually talking to him.
Learning what you’d tell her while she would usually block him out due to her command.
He’d wake up early so he could take control.
Make her hallucinate so she’d be scared and have a fearful nap.
Make her have extra long nightmares, just so she could complain about them to you which made him angry.
Watch as your eyebrows furrowed when you would talk to him and scold him about what he did.
But something that made his heart flutter is when you always forgave him.
Thursday he did it again, he terrorized her. And you scolded him and Friday he was supposedly going to give you his apology for attention.
But you didn’t come, maybe you were sick, it could only be a cold, right?
Maybe you left him, just like his mother, just like how his sister tried to block him out, just like how the doctors tried to take him out. Just like everyone else in his life.
No! You couldn’t have you promised said you would come back the next day.
Why would you lie? You had no reason too. You wouldn’t just abandon him, would you?
He started to listen in when his sister would talk to the guards. Hearing something he wish he didn’t.
No that can’t be true, they left.
Brahms Heelshire
He quickly became attached. As soon as you walked on the door, watching you eye the cracked up doll and him. Watching you observe the two.
Asking him normal questions and not pondering him to leave the doll.
Asking him how the doll was, did it chip again? You could help him fix it.
Those words were like music to his ears, as you fixed it, he was eyeing you down. Watching how your hands delicately took the doll from him as if it was a real boy.
Calling them both Brahms.
Saying hello and goodbye to both of them, complimenting both of them, acknowledging them. Seeing them as two in one. Instead of seeing the doll as some parasite.
Eventually Brahms behavior became more erratic more irrational. He was openly jealous, he always asked about other patients and what you’d talk about with them.
Angered how’d you actually talk about them in such a delightful manner.
Angered at how you had mostly male patients.
One day he took it to far, as you went to leave him stating “I’m off to another patient, have a nice rest of your day Brahms.” He flipped, the chains on his hands almost breaking as he tried to flip the table over it shaking as he used all his might eventually going so in the spam of little minutes.
He was punished, he wasn’t allowed to see you until Friday. So Monday-through-Friday he didn’t see you. He was driven crazy when you didn’t show up at the end of the week.
He began to get angry. Immediately he assumed you left him. How could you possibly love a murderous monster!? So foolish of him believing someone could actually love him.
You left him, without saying goodbye. Just like his mother and father and all the tiny bit off friends he had before he was locked away as a boy.
But he was going to promise you. “He’d be good, he will”
Jacob Goodnight
He didn’t see the evil in your eyes, you looked uncanny, you looked sweet.
You respected his beliefs and you never told him yours out of respect. You respected his mother.
You’d give him compliments about his different color eyes, about his height, about his cheeky smile.
You’d acknowledge how much he knew about his religion, you’d pray with him, even if it wasn’t something you believed in or was.
You’d compliment his Christ, you’d learn and admire.
Religious talks soon became random chats, you’d talk about random things Like God and the color of the sky.
You’d talk about your favorite colors, and help him figure out his.
Soon enough to your surprise he became obedient. Randomly, he’d do anything you’d say. Bow to your every wishes.
“Lift your left hand up and stick your pinky down.” You’d test the guards theory, and to your surprise he did exactly what you commanded.
He was obsessed. From the way you smelled to the way your hair was. Your eyes, your nose, your pointy ears.
He wasn’t exactly too bright to know your schedule. But he knew exactly what time you’d come.
He’d count, he’d create a rhythm. Just to know and remember.
One day after all that practice he finally learned his favorite color, and he was planning to tell you but it never came.
And days passed, and immediately he was angered. He’d attack everyone who tried to talk to him about you in a disrespectful way.
He’d pray for you to come back, and when that didn’t work he’d pray for you to be safe.
He couldn’t let you disappear without gods protection.
He’d repeat, “Dear Heavenly Father, Dear God. Please protect them, and if you wish bring them back to me.”
Disclaimer! I do not mean to be disrespectful of his religion I am a Christian myself! I just wanted to make it opt for people with other religions! <3
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saw you write for Norman Bates, he makes my little heart very happy <3 since he likes milk so much, i think a fic where the reader feeds him a bottle would be cute... poor guy would be so nervous trying to ask for it 😭🍼❤️
Little!Norman Bates x Cg!reader
Contains: Cg/l, littlespace, Cg!reader, Norman is adorable, bottle feeding, fluff, reader feeds Norman a bottle, completely GN!reader
“Wait! Hold on don’t go in-“ Normal said as he trailed behind you, trying to intercept your path to the kitchen as his cheeks and ears burned a bright pink, you let out a small laugh,
“Norman, my sweet boy, I have to go in the kitchen…. How else will I get your sippy ready?” You asked him, fingers soothingly running through his thick black hair, you could see him leaning into your touch more and you smiled. Normal looked down, clenching and unclenching his fists in anxiety before he looked up at you.
“I-I bought something… online… and now I’m nervous.” He explained slowly and you gave a soft nod, holding your hand out to him,
“Lead the way, sweet boy.” You said with a smile, you could see relief flood his eyes as he took your hand and lead you to the kitchen, where on the counter sat a large adult bottle, still in the package, as you smiled and picked it up.
“I'd be happy to make you a bottle, Norman, do you want to watch some cartoons too? Will that make you more comfortable?” You asked the flustered boy placing a hand on his warm shoulder. Norman nodded sheepishly and looked down, you could tell there was something he wasn’t asking you and you waited patiently until you heard the small whispers fall from his lips,
“I want you to feed it to me…please?” He said, his tone implying it was a question and you nodded,
“Go get your jammies on, but by the time you’re dressed I’ll have your bottle and cartoons ready!” You say and he beams, running out of the room excitedly, you turned and decided to make him a chocolate milk bottle, something you only did for special occasions because too many sweets made Normal feel nauseated, but this was important to celebrate. Norman opening up so easily took a lot of work, and he was doing so well.
You hadn’t realized you had gone on autopilot until you were sitting on the couch with Norman’s favorite cartoon and still shaking his bottle when he came into view, back to being shy as you adjusted yourself on the couch, your back was pressed against the back on the couch, your right arm laying across it to support Norman's head as you patted the space in front of you, he came a laid, his body nestled against yours comfortably as you smiled at him, he returned the smile nervously as you popped the bottle between his lips, his gaze shifted between your eyes and his cartoons as you watched him slip deeper into his headspace, by around the half-point of the bottle he was starting to doze off, holding onto you tightly as you smiled down at your sweet, brave boy.
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The Macherkissed Masterlist
Any Content warnings/triggers will be marked next to the work. If I miss any, just tell me and I'll make sure to correct it.
Scenarios/Headcanons;
How they react to seeing you depressed for the first time (Michael Myers, Poly!Ghostface) [CW: GN!Reader, Depression]
Befriending A Splicer Headcanons [CW: GN!Reader, Weapons Mention]
How they react to you telling them you're pregnant (Betelgeuse, Gomez & Morticia Addams, Yautja) [CW: AFAB!Reader, Pregnancy, One line mention of abortion, Smut Mention, Polyamory, Exophilia]
How they react to your new tattoo (Jason Voorhees, Tiffany Valentine, Norman Bates) [CW: GN!Reader, Tattooed Reader, Needles mention, Slight Smut mention]
Comforting you when your elderly pet is passing (Hellboy, NBC Will Graham, Venom & Eddie Brock) [CW: GN!Reader, mentions of losing a pet, possible triggering subject]
NSFW Headcanons (Mark Hoffman) [CW: GN!Reader, Smut, Fluff, Kink]
How they act with a noise sensitive SO (Betelgeuse, Hellboy, Venom, Yautja) [CW: GN!Reader, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Exophilia]
How they react to a Shy S/O (Chucky & Tiffany, Gomez & Morticia, Alice Liddell, Nemesis) [CW: GN!Reader, Smut, Polyamory, Mentions of violence, mild-to-moderate dom/sub, mentions of sadism, Exophilia]
How they react to you going into labour (Gomez & Morticia Addams) [CW: AFAB!Reader, GN!Reader, Pregnancy, labour, pain and slight childbirth typical gore]
How he reacts to your body tremors (Jason Voorhees) [CW: GN!Reader, Disabled!Reader, Medication mention, Fluff]
Oneshots;
The Reward of Patience (Betelgeuse) [CW: AFAB!Reader, Smut, Pegging]
Wrapped Up in Pretty Ribbons (Billy Lenz) [CW: Fem!Reader, Smut, Non-Con Voyeurism, Slight Somnophilia, Choking]
Those Sweet Lips (Poly!Ghostface) [CW: Fem!Reader, Smut, Threesome, Polyamory, Oral Sex, Some M/M Action]
Recompense (Hannibal Lector) [CW: Fem!Reader, Smut, Oral Sex, Boss/Employee Relationship]
Closest of Encounters (Psycho Goreman) [CW: Fem!Reader, Mature, Kissing, Suggestive, Exophilia]
No Gods or Kings, Only Fontaine (Frank Fontaine) [CW: GN!Reader, Smut, Oral Sex, Slight D/S]
A Moment Alone (Jack Wynand) [CW: GN!Reader, Smut, Ambiguous Penetration, Unprotected Sex, No Aftercare]
Alphabets
Thel Vadam X ADHD!Reader SFW Alphabet [CW: Fem!Reader, ADHD, Fluff, Exophilia, Marriage mention]
#Masterlist#Not writing#horror x reader#slasher x reader#blog meta#slasher headcanons#slasher imagines#horror headcanons#horror imagines
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MOMMY ISN’T AROUND
Or…is she?
[ norman bates x dom!reader smut ] excuse me for mistakes, this isn’t my main language [fem!reader]
It was the third day you spent in Bates motel, you rented room 4. You just wanted to get away for a day, but you never realised leaving would be so hard.
He was flustered anytime you looked at him, and it made you extremely aroused. You never met a guy like Norman Bates before. There was just two small problem. You live very far away, and you don’t have much money, probably enough for a week if you don’t eat. Secondly, Norman’s mother is a snake. Anytime you would try to talk to Norman, she’s there. Is he ever alone? Why does his mommy keeps having company?
You slowly get out of bed, and then decide to get dressed and go outside, and what you saw made you very excited. Norman, alone. Nobody’s with him..This is your chance.
„Hey..” You stood in front of him, and he was cleary not making eye contact.
“Hello, can I uhm.. help you with something? Mother isn’t home, but there’s nothing I can’t do” He stutters, with a shy smile. How adorable.
„Ooh, is that so?” You went closer to him, touching his chin with your hand. “I do need your help with something, actually.” When Norman hears you giggle, lust forms in his eyes, but he continues looking down.
“Go on, miss.” He dares to look up, and it looks like he’s focusing on something very hardly.
„I broke my bed, I’m really sorry. I was having really hardcore sex the other day” Norman doesn’t seem to believe you, it’s like he knows exactly what were you doing.
“These are really good beds, I don’t think you broke it. I can check it out though.” He giggled, and went straight to your room while you followed the boy.
When made sure the door was closed, he was already under you. “I can finally have you all to myself, Norman Bates”
“What? Young lady, I don’t think we should-“
“Shut up. Just listen, and listen good. I’m going to show you how enjoyable it is to have some alone time. Maybe you will make it your thing” You gone for a kiss, and he seems to have made himself comfortable, because he’s now touching you as well. You just need to have a good night with him, and leave the town for the future. Was planning to move here when you graduate anyways.
Both naked, giving each other sloppy kisses, getting more and more turned on by seconds. You slowly get to ride him. “Isn’t it nice when not only your Mother dominates you?” You go faster, pulling him closer to you. He suddenly switches, and grabs your hair.
“Don’t talk about Mother.” He says with a blank voice, and stops you from moving, so he can rule how hard he’s thrusting onto you. “You act very bitchy for your age. I don’t think your parents are proud of you. Is that why you’re hiding over here?” He starts to go even faster. He’s right, but you cannot speak, only moan. He’s almost hurting you, but the pleasure is more intensive.
“You know, I’m going to end you after this, right? You can’t act like this around my son.”
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Headcanons For Making Out With Norman Bates
Norman Bates x reader
Warnings: no smut or anything so nothing really
Requested: by anon, Making out with Norman Bates headcanons 😍 (You don't need to make it smut)
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director
Author’s Note: I hope you like this love! I love my sweet boy norman so much
-Norman is a baby and he is the sweetest thing in this universe and i shall tell you why now
-he was touch starved for most of his life
-when his mom died he kind of had no one else that would touch him so touching him is something that will come with time and energy
-but eventually you will get to a point where he allows you to at least hold his hand when he isn’t hyper aware of it
-then you can start to do other things
-he kissed you first because you were scared of rushing him
-when it came time it came time though
-he’s a very fragile kisser and prefers to ask before he touches you any place that might be considered promiscuous
-his hands stay at his sides or your arms, never anywhere else until he is prepared
-it takes him a long time to get to the point where he's able to kiss you for a longer period of time without pulling away stuttering, blushing like mad
-he would need lots of reassurance so be sure to give it, telling him you don't’ need to do anything that he doesn’t want to do
-after a while though he grows more confident with you
-he’s able to understand your body better and Norman may be shy but he isn’t a dumb guy
-he moves you, very slowly like he could break you, and place you on his lap which you thought was the boldest thing that anyone had ever done in the world
-he plays with your hair and kisses your lips softly
-eventually the kisses will get bolder
-Norman has to be fully comfortable with you to be able to do things without asking and that takes a long time
-between kisses he’ll ask ‘is this okay’ as his hands wander to your hips and you have to give him a non judging nod otherwise he pulls back completely
-Norman will never be the handsy guy but he loves to kiss you
-he thinks your a goddess and it will never cease to amaze him that you’re there with him and that you love him
-sweet boy
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hello, could i reserve ☁️ for myself? also I was wondering if you could do brahms x reader (she/her) from Brahms perspective with a reader that likes to dance (only by themselves from shyness) ily x
Howdy!
Yes you can be ☁️ anon!
And about the request, I got something almost exactly like this in Brahms perspective with a fem shy dancer s/o. I’m in the process of creating it but since it’s in a different perspective it’ll be a little while especially considering how long it took me to make the NSFW Norman Bates One-Shot and how long it’s taking me to make the other One-Shots.
Those will take a little longer because I normally write ideas on paper then put them on the computer if a One-Shot, because those are more detailed and specific.
Please be a little patient with me and my slow progress, I promise it’ll be done eventually! 😋
#glitchchats#☁️chats#not to mention I’m in high school#I also have to juggle homework#and home life is in the shitter currently#but it will get done!
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MasterList
Here you can find all of my works!~
Freddy Krueger:
Slasher Headcanons Kinks NSFW
Modern!Freddy Krueger x Reader NSFW
Slasher headcanons reaction to their s/o getting a haircut
Slasher reaction to their s/o making a serenade
Slasher headcanons with their s/o trying to escape
Slashers getting protective their s/o
Headcanons for Freddy being insecure about himself and unsure whether his s/o loves him
Slasher Fluff Headcanons
Freddy Krueger with sensitive s/o headcanons
Slashers meeting their s/o family which is The Addams Family
Slashers reaction to spanking Headcanons
Wanting to start a family with Freddy Krueger Headcanons
Freddy Krueger NSFW Headcanons
Freddy Krueger with his s/o having a tickling kink
Freddy Krueger Smut with his s/o having tattoo angel wings on her back
Freddy Krueger with a victim that knows his scare tactics
Slashers getting jealous Headcanons
Slasher Headcanons with their s/o asking if her chest is small
New Nightmare Freddy Krueger NSFW Headcanons
Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW
Slashers as Daddys Headcanons
Slashers with crossdresser s/o Headcanons
Freddy Krueger Headcanons with his s/o wanting a glove like his
Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons
Freddy Krueger x Kia - Oneshot
Slasher Headcanons with their s/o giving them a lap dance
Freddy x Kia - Oneshot 2
Slasher Headcanons with a s/o housewife
Slasher Headcanons with a biting s/o
Slashers as Santa for their kids Headcanons
Jason Voorhees:
Slasher Headcanons Kinks NSFW
Jason Voorhees x Reader x Michael Myers Headcanons
Jason Voorhees x Reader x Michael Myers NSFW
Kinktober with Jason Voorhees
Slasher reaction to their s/o making a serenade
Slasher headcanons with their s/o trying to escape
Cuddle Reaction Headcanons
Slashers getting protective their s/o
Slasher Fluff Headcanons
Slashers meeting their s/o family which is The Addams Family
Slashers reaction to spanking Headcanons
Slasher reaction to their s/o with colored hair
Slashers getting jealous Headcanons
Slasher Headcanons with their s/o asking if her chest is small
Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW
Slashers as Daddys Headcanons
Slashers with crossdresser s/o Headcanons
Jason Voorhees x Reader - Just the way you are
Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons
Slasher Headcanons with their s/o giving them a lap dance
Slasher Headcanons with a pure angelic s/o
Slasher Headcanons with a s/o housewife
Slasher Headcanons with a biting s/o
Slashers fingering their s/o Headcanons
Slashers as Santa for their kids Headcanons
Michael Myers:
Michael Myers NSFW Alphabet
Michael Myers Christmas Special- Rudolph Myers
Slasher Headcanons Kinks NSFW
Jason Voorhees x Reader x Michael Myers Headcanons
Jason Voorhees x Reader x Michael Myers NSFW
Kinktober with Michael Myers NSFW
Slasher headcanons reaction to their s/o getting a haircut
Slasher reaction to their s/o making a serenade
Slasher headcanons with their s/o trying to escape
Cuddle Reaction Headcanons
Slashers getting protective their s/oSlashers meeting their s/o family which is The Addams Family
Slashers reaction to spanking Headcanons
Slasher reaction to their s/o with colored hair
Slashers getting jealous Headcanons
Slasher Headcanons with their s/o asking if her chest is small
Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW
Slashers as Daddys Headcanons
Slashers with crossdresser s/o Headcanons
Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons
Slasher Headcanons with their s/o giving them a lap dance
Slasher Headcanons with a pure angelic s/o
Slasher Headcanons with a s/o housewife
Michael Myers Christmas Special
Slasher Headcanons with a biting s/o
Slashers fingering their s/o Headcanons
Slashers as Santa for their kids Headcanons
Ghostface:
Slasher Headcanons Kinks NSFW
Ghostface x Shy!Reader Smut
Kinktober with Ghostface NSFW
Slasher headcanons with their s/o trying to escape
Slashers getting protective their s/o
Ghostface (Billy and Stu) Headcanons
Slasher Fluff Headcanons
Ghostface Headcanons
Dead by Daylight Ghostface (Jed Olsen) Headcanons
Ghostface (Jed Olsen) x Reader- Kill me slowly
Slasher Headcanons with a pure angelic s/o
Slashers fingering their s/o Headcanons
Harry Warden:
Slasher Headcanons Kinks NSFW
Harry Warden Kinks Part 2 NSFW
Slasher headcanons with their s/o trying to escape
Slashers getting protective their s/o
Slashers reaction to spanking Headcanons
Slasher Headcanons with their s/o asking if her chest is small
Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW
Slashers with crossdresser s/o Headcanons
Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons
Slasher Headcanons with a biting s/o
The Creeper:
Kinks Headcanons for The Creeper
The Creeper x Demon!Reader - Sensitive Wings
Fluffy Headcanons with Creeper as a father
Creeper Headcanons to pregnant s/o
The Creeper x Demon!Reader NSFW
Slashers as Daddys Headcanons
Jeepers Creeper with his offsprings on their first hunt Headcanons
Jeepers Creeper Dick Headcanons NSFW
Slashers with crossdresser s/o Headcanons
Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons
The Creeper courting his s/o Headcanons
Slasher Headcanons with their s/o giving them a lap dance
Jeepers Creeper NSFW Alphabet
The Creeper Christmas Special
The Creepers creaction to his s/o giving him a gift
Jeepers Creeper x Reader- Mistletoe
The Creeper x Reader- Snowball fight
Leatherface:
Slasher headcanons reaction to their s/o getting a haircut
Slasher headcanons with their s/o trying to escape
Cuddle Reaction Headcanons
Slashers getting protective their s/o
Leatherface x Reader Fluff
Slashers meeting their s/o family which is The Addams Family
Slashers reaction to spanking Headcanons
Leatherface x Reader - Childhood Promise
Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW
Leatherface Headcanons with a punk s/o
Slashers with crossdresser s/o Headcanons
Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons
Slasher Headcanons with a pure angelic s/o
Slasher Headcanons with a s/o housewife
Slasher Headcanons with a biting s/o
Slashers fingering their s/o Headcanons
Leatherface (Jed Sawyer) x Reader
The Collector:
Slashers getting protective their s/o
Kinky Headcanons For The Collector NSFW
Slashers reaction to spanking Headcanons
Slasher Headcanons with their s/o asking if her chest is small
Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW
The Collector x Reader - My favorite
Slashers with crossdresser s/o Headcanons
Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons
Headcanons The Collector Blowjob NSFW
The Collector with a s/o that has a hobby almost like his Headcanons
The Collector Christmas Special
The Collector x Reader - Clubing
The Collector (Asa Emory) NSFW Alphabet
Slasher Headcanons with a biting s/o
The Collector x Reader- Secret Santa
The Collector x Reader- Cuddle Bug
Poly!Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector NSFW Headcanons
Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector - Cat got your tongue?
Poly! Chromeskull and Collector Headcanons with pregnant s/o
The Collector with a herpetologist s/o Headcanons
The Collector x Reader- “Behave”
The Collector- Of mices and spiders
The Collector x Victim!Reader
Norman Bates:
Slasher Fluff Headcanons
Norman Bates Headcanons
Norman Bates Headcanons with a confident/bold s/o
Norman Bates Oral Headcanons
Norman Bates NSFW Alphabet
The Djinn:
The Djinn Headcanons
NSFW headcanons with Nathaniel Demerest aka The Djinn
The Djinn x Reader - In the Moonlight
The Djinn Headcanons with an immortal silver tongue waker
The Djinn x Reader - Argument
The Djinn x Reader- A very magic present
The Djinn x Reader- Baby come under the mistletoe
The Djinn x Reader- First Christmas
Eric Draven (The Crow):
Eric Draven Fluff Oneshot
Brahms Heelshire:
Headcanons for Brahms Heelshire SFW/NSFW
Slashers getting jealous Headcanons
Slasher Headcanons with their s/o asking if her chest is small
Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW
Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons
Slasher Headcanons with their s/o giving them a lap dance
Pennywise:
Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW
Slashers as Daddys Headcanons
Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons
Bo Sinclair:
Slasher Headcanons with their s/o giving them a lap dance
Vincent Sinclair:
Slasher Headcanons with their s/o giving them a lap dance
Chromeskull
Chromeskull x Reader- Hitchhiker gone wrong
Poly!Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector NSFW Headcanons
Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector - Cat got your tongue?
Poly! Chromeskull and Collector Headcanons with pregnant s/o
Chromeskull (Jesse Cromeans) x Reader- Harder, Daddy!~
Frank Morrison (The Legion)
Frank Morrison x Reader - Comfort for the wicked
Long Story Series:
Gorgeous Disaster series (The Collector):
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Midnight Rendevouz (Michael Myers):
Part 1
Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector- Deliciously Taboo
Part 1
Part 2
#horror movies#Michael Myers#Freddy krueger#leatherface#jason voorhees#the collector#Harry Warden#Pennywise#Brahms heelshire#jeepers creepers#the djinn#slasher headcanons#slasher masterlist#slashers x reader
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Brahms x Reader - Aftermath
Your heart is beating so fast you think it will burst through your chest and kill you stone dead. In this refuge, this maze of lath and plaster, this dark and scary cellar, you skid to a halt in a complete dead end. With bemused horror, you stare at the locked door, the reinforced glass and padlock, the bars outside. Behind you, you hear his ragged breathing, and the deadly patter of feet. Brahms is coming.
You batter on that locked door, screaming with terror. You've just seen him kill Joel and you can still hear the noises your ex boyfriend made as he died. You'll be next because you've rejected Brahms and run away.
Your brain clamours with the why's and if only's. Why did you ever come here to work as a nanny to a life sized doll...a substitute child for an elderly couple? If only you'd listened to your instincts the moment you saw that porcelain monstrosity!
You swing to face the passageway. You can barely breathe and take deep juddering breaths, verging on hysteria. What will he do when he finds you? Kill you? Torture you? Cut you into little--
"Y/N?"
That ghastly man-child's voice with its pleading tone. Plaintive and corrupt. You cower, even though you know you should dredge up courage and die with some dignity. You wonder if you can do your own damage before he takes you down. Gouge out an eye, break a finger, bite that hideous mask to pieces...
You crouch in the gloom, glaring at him. He's bent double, that stark white mask staring across at you. He uses a wheedling tone again and you can feel another scream building in your throat. "Be good to me, please...and I'll be good to you...I will..."
"Go away!"
You watch him shuffle forwards, one arm outstretched.
"Don't come any nearer...Leave me alone!"
You try to squeeze as far back against the doorway as you can, right though it and out the other side. He's feet away now and closing.
"I won't hurt you, Y/N" he whispers.
You're almost crying now, because you're utterly at the end of your tether. All the tensions of the past week; Joel returning from America to bully you again, finding out Brahms is a grown man living hidden in the walls of this house, the suicide of his parents, your own desperate loneliness. You hold both hands over your mouth to stifle the sobs and pull your body into a ball. Like a child you close your eyes as though this might make the monster disappear, as if this might break the nightmare.
You feel him then; so close you smell the stale sweat of him and that musky male odour of pheromones that subconsciously sets your heart pounding and tears you in two. You fear him but...
At his touch, your eyes fly open and that white mask is inches from your face. Behind the cut out holes you see his eyes glittering. You kick out but he seems immune to the pain.
"Don't touch me!"
You turn again to the door and pound on the glass, but then he has you, and he's strong, so strong, and dragging you backwards. You hang onto his forearms desperately, trying to relieve the pressure of the headlock, but the more you struggle the worse the pressure and in the end you give up and let him drag you back towards the light. The light gets brighter and then you're both standing in your bedroom closet; the one with the false door at the back, and Brahms lets go of you. You stumble into the room and fetch up against the bed. For a heartbeat you imagine him coming in for the kill and you tense and turn to glare at him.
But he's just standing there staring back at you.
It's an impasse; a stalemate. Cautiously, you straighten up and try to smooth your hair. Your heart's still drumming but you feel, sense, that he's not going hurt you...at least not yet.
His clothing is dirty, old fashioned and shabby; the stained white singlet, ill fitting pants flapping around his ankles; that God-awful grey green old man's cardigan. Brahms stands immobile, getting his breath. You stare crazily at that broad, heaving chest with its mat of dark hair. He's very tall and in spite of the awful clothing that body is athletic and fit. You glance up at his face again, or rather the pale porcelain mask he's wearing, the one made in the image of the doll Brahms that Joel shattered just hours ago.
Joel? You close your eyes and think of him dead downstairs, his jugular sliced with a piece of the doll's smashed face, bleeding out like the slaughtered pig he was. You remember watching in a daze as he died, his blood spreading over the floor like the blood from your broken womb on the night he kicked the baby from you. You watched him pass from this world and you were glad of it. Secretly.
Brahms won't let go of you; he holds you with those eyes and you take a sneaky glance over at the door. Then you realise the front door downstairs is sure to be locked. Resigned, you sit down on the bed.
He says your name again in that fluting baby timbre and you snap at him. "Stop that! Stop that silly voice...you're a grown man not a child!"
He stands almost to attention and looks so comical you almost laugh out loud. But you're not done with him, Goddammit!
"You lied to me!" you cry, pointing an accusatory finger. "You made me believe you were a dead child! How could you? How?"
He stands there almost penitent and the edge is suddenly off your anger. You remember how it was when you thought he was the ghost in the walls, how affection blossomed on both sides; his little gifts, the telephone calls you thought were a spirit child, the sweet conversations, so innocent and childlike; the affinity you felt because of your own dead baby. You'd nurtured this with him and enjoyed it, accepted it; thought that all the movement behind the walls and in the house was the spirit of the dead eight year old Brahms that the Heelshire's lost in a fire twenty years' ago.
You hold your head in your hands your mind reliving the moment the adult Brahms materialised through the broken mirror after you screamed for his help as Joel got violent again. Joel who you thought you'd left behind in America, Joel who followed you here; Joel who refused to let you go...ever. Shy, timid Brahms, who for weeks had never shown himself, coming through the walls to save you. Some part of you, the fair and logical part, knows that Brahms has done no more than protect you when he attacked and killed Joel. You also know too that, had Joel ever beaten Brahms, he would have killed Brahms...and probably you. You know this, but there's a darkness inside that you refuse to acknowledge. And the denial is tearing you apart.
You feel treacherous tears and fight them back. His voice breaks the silence.
"I'm sorry."
This is the man speaking, his voice wiped of the doll. He has his hands behind his back, head bowed, and you reluctantly feel a little sorry for him. You suspect that the child in him has been nurtured either as a psychological protection mechanism for him, or by his parents as a means of control. You hear Mrs Heelshire saying to you before they left their son forever..."Be kind to him and he'll be good to you."
You come to a decision.
"Brahms, look at me."
He glances up.
You lift your chin and muster determination you don't really feel. "You need a shower and a change of clothes. I'm not putting up with you in that state, do you understand?"
He nods and bows his head again. You feel like a bossy old school teacher, so you soften your voice. "Let's go then. To the bathroom with you."
He follows you obediently, and at the big old fashioned bathroom you get some towels from the cupboard and hand them to him. "You must have a change of clothing surely?"
He nods. As he takes the towels you realise that his fingernails are clean and manicured which seems odd considering his grubby old clothes. That's when you realise it's been a week since the Heelshire's killed themselves. And you know he's aware because you found the letter in Brahms's hidden rooms that they wrote to their only son explaining their actions. He must have neglected himself for that week by not changing his clothing or bathing. Perhaps it's the shock of knowing his parents abandoned him and are gone for good.
You suppress a shudder when you think of that place. His hidden lair. You stumbled across it searching for a way out of the maze of the hidden passages; a self enclosed apartment filled with clutter and dead things. There'd been bottles of formaldehyde and embalming fluid, reels of cotton and stuffing. Fleshing knives dangling from the ceiling, brain hooks and eye tools. You'd understood then that taxidermy was his hobby and all you could think of was Norman Bates!
Oh, but worse, so much worse was the full sized you - made from old garments, complete with stolen dress and wig and your lost gold chain, supine on the narrow cot bed with... your face flushes as you remember... a handful of tissues all balled up beside it. In that moment you came over all hot and flustered and appalled but now, in reflection, you remember that the dress was pristine, the dummy laid lovingly on the quilt, the hair brushed, the chain around the cloth neck neat and tidy, and you hope in your heart that all he really wanted was company and a cuddle.
Now, you watch as he pulls off the cardigan. His arms are muscular, the pectorals well developed and you try not to stare, glad he's preoccupied with undressing. You reach inside the shower and switch it on.
"Use the shampoo and soap and plenty of it," you order. "And when you're done use that robe and find something clean to wear. I'll be in my room." You march out as though you have everything under control when really, you're quaking inside.
Across from the bathroom, you sit on your bed with the door open so you can hear the shower running. There's an urge to lock yourself in, but you don't want him scavenging around behind those bloody walls again. You'd rather know exactly where he is.
After what seems an age, you hear him cleaning his teeth. Then he emerges, all wet and tousled in the soft white bathrobe. The robe gapes to his waist and you see most of his muscled torso and have a Mr Darcy moment that rocks your hormones. Then you regain control and point to his parents' bedroom. "You should be able to find some of your father's clothes in there. Please don't stand there staring, Brahms. Just go!"
He pads off and you chew your fingernails and pace around your room. What now? Bedtime, you think. It must be gone midnight. You need a shower yourself but you're determined to see him tucked in bed first. Thank God your bathroom is en suite.
When Brahms returns he's wearing a dark blue singlet and a pair of candy stripe pajama bottoms that are too short. At least he's ready for bed!
Brahms's bedroom is along the landing a few doors down from yours. You act all prim and proper and cultivate your best no nonsense tone. "In bed with you." He complies and snuggles down. The mask is clean now, no more blood splashes. But it still creeps you out, and you wonder what he looks like beneath it.
You pull up the blankets for him and smile down as his eyes flicker over your face. "Goodnight, Brahms."
"Kiss?"
It's a whisper that barely registers but when it does your heart sinks. House Rule Number Ten. Kiss Brahms Goodnight.
You bridle, unsure of what to do. The whole thing is bizarre and sad and broken. As you hesitate you catch him searching your face. Those eyes are wide and guileless. There's none of the murderer in them and this confuses you. Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, you lean down and touch your mouth to those hard, cold porcelain lips.
You hear his breathing coarsen, and he pushes upwards and grips your arms. The rigid surface of the mask knocks your teeth and you try to pull back but he lunges up not wanting to lose the connection of your mouth. Instead of fighting him, you relax and tell him gently, but firmly, "You're hurting me, Brahms."
He lets go and sinks back into the bed. "It's the mask," you say. "It doesn't feel good for kissing." In the dim lamplight, you see the whites of his eyes glisten and you know he's watching your mouth. Impulsively, you reach out and stroke the damp dark curls. "I'm going to my room now, Brahms. I'm very tired and need to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
He nods. You stand. The night is nearly over.
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A/N: realistic in that there’s some discussions of racism. but not all that much considering the time period the movie actually takes place in. not heavy enough to trigger anyone.
norman bates x black fem!reader
ft. that's it .... that's the whole concept
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You roll into the Bates motel after being attacked. You had been physically unharmed and for that you're somewhat grateful (why you should feel grateful for that is enough to make you angry).
The car you had been driving across the country in? Not so lucky. You’d gotten all four of your tires slashed by a couple of small-minded racists who'd wanted to know how you got such a nice car in the first place.
You need a place to stay until your car is fixed. You’re hoping you can stay here but you’ve been turned away by three other places who don’t serve "your" type of people. You’re in near tears by the time you get to the Bates motel not sure what more you can take.
Norman stops dead in his tracks when you walk through the door. You’re the prettiest woman he’s ever seen. You walk up to the desk and you're holding your head high but your voice shakes a little when you ask him if he has room. The vacancy sign is on but you know that doesn't mean a damn thing.
He doesn't answer that question at first because you look so tired and sad. Instead asks you what's wrong, words tumbling out his mouth like he hadn't meant to say them. Or hadn't known he was saying them.
It's the genuine look of concern on his face. That basic human decency that makes the tears finally overflow. At first you try to wipe at them but then just wind up using one hand to cover your face as you cry and the other to support you, leaning against the front desk heavily. When your cries soften to hiccups you tell him about the day you’ve been having. All the trials and ugly sides of people you've seen and know you'll see again.
Norman is surprisingly bold when he puts a hand over yours and tells you, "Of course there’s room for you."
His kindness, you find, doesn't end there. He invites you for a nice, warm meal since it's so close to supper. Brings you towels that are warm and freshly washed. Little things that no one is really required to do. Things you certainly aren't expecting. He seems shy with every act, eyes flitting about the room nervously like he can't figure out where to keep them. Sometimes out the corner of your eye you'll see him watching you. You'd at first not wanted to be a bother but it seems like he's wanting for company, actually.
You begin to talk to him. Every time he looks at you in that nervous way you strike up a conversation about anything and everything. You lead and he follows. Follows along happily. It makes you smile. You two get closer. Close in a way you couldn't have possibly expected when you first saw the sign for this motel.
When your car is finally fixed it's Norman who tells you. You'd given the repair shop the motel's number. You'd been walking out your room door and bumped into Norman who'd seemed like he really hadn't wanted to knock, a grimace on his face.
He breaks the good news and the grimace remains firmly in place, though he's trying to turn it into a smile. You feel the same way. You're trying to hide it as well. You think you do a better job of it than Norman.
You stay a day longer than you need to. Norman noticed that the sun was setting and had insisted you stay another night on the house, “Oh it's not right for a lady to drive so late and all alone. Dangerous! Just rest until morning. For my sake if not for yours?” you smile and nod eagerly at the excuse he's given you.
Morning comes and so does another excuse. “Can’t let you leave without a nice, hearty breakfast”. You both keep making small excuses to delay your departure. But the both of you know that you’ll have to go eventually.
When you do finally get ready to leave you think you haven't been imagining the way he looks at you. You lean up and kiss the corner of his lips. When you pull back you both smile sadly at one another. You're a traveler. The motel just a stop on the way to your destination. Norman just a happenstance stop. He waves goodbye at you sadly as you climb into your car. You wave goodbye back. You can see him waving until he's just a blip in the road.
Two months go by and he hasn't stopped thinking of you. You’d been in his life less than a week but he thinks he’ll remember you forever somehow.
He’s at the front desk when you walk in, his face blank and mind wandering. It takes a moment for him to register that anyone is there at all. Let alone that it's you you with a suitcase in hand and a sheepish smile on your face. “Do you have room?” you say, somehow managing to be coy and nervous at the same time.
Norman is so overwhelmed he runs from behind the desk and kisses you. Pulls back just as quickly as if he'd burnt himself on your lips. He doesn't manage to pull away too far, you’ve already thrown your arms around his neck to keep him close.
“I-I’m sorry that was awfully forward of me Y/N.” His tongue feels heavy and dumb in his mouth, having you so near. He thinks he can smell your perfume. It's sweet but nowhere near cloying. It makes him feel dizzy. Your hand on the back of his neck is making him feel dizzy.
You smile, putting your other hand to his cheek, “I must confess that I've done something even more forward.”
“You have?”
“Yes. You see I have all my things packed up in the back of my little car outside and I was hoping that maybe you had room in your heart for me along with …maybe needing some extra help at the motel for awhile.” This time he kisses you and doesn’t stop himself or feel guilty for having done it. When he does pull away it’s to touch his forehead with yours.
He looks like he’s experiencing peace for the first time in his life, “my home is your home.” he barely stops himself from saying you're his home.
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#norman bates x reader#norman bates imagine#slasher x reader#horror imagine#black!reader#it's a classic horror lads day despite the fact that i just watched scream#listen god dammit....listen romance movies in this era were corny and so too will this hc set be
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Norman Bates x Chubby!Reader. (H/C)
First off, how did you even convince Norman to date you? He is so seclusive that he barely has any friends. So it was a shocker for both of you that he even said yes.
Now here’s the thing. I feel like Norman doesn’t care about your physic. He really only cares about your personality and attitude. He was raised by his mother you know.
He will respect you and basically do anything for you.
You want to cuddle? He’s already grabbing the blankets.
You hungry? Bet your ass he’s gonna drop everything and cook something for you. Even if you say that you could do it yourself. He’s just gonna gently sit you down and tell you to not worry.
He will be shy at first, but, once you two have been together long enough, he will give nonstop pet names/nicknames.
Sugar, Marshmello, snowflake, cheeks, etc. He will go on.
If you ever feel down about yourself, he will start to doubt himself as well. He feels like he hasn’t been cherishing you enough and he would do anything to make you happy.
He would buy you dresses because he thinks that your thick figure looks amazing in them. He especially loves the sundresses that he gets you.
Trust me when I say that this boy will cry in joy if you actually have those days to where you look in the mirror and you don’t second guess yourself.
He just loves you and wants to make sure that you’re happy.
No lie, he would cry if you ever told him the things that other people say about you. “Why would they say that?” “You’re such an angel” “You’re beautiful” “You are my plump pumpkin and I love you”
He probably won’t do something right away, but after a few weeks, expect to see some breaking news on the small TV about more killings in the small town.
You usually look at him knowing that he did it, but he will always shoot his little smile at you like he didn’t just murder your bully in cold blood.
Overall, he loves your chub and he loves you.
#Norman bates#Xreader#Norman bates x read#bates motel#psycho#chubby reader#headcannons#I hope you like it!
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New rule sheet
I decided for the new year I'll post a new rule sheet since the old one was meh
Characters I will write for
•Bo Sinclair
•Vincent Sinclair
•I can attempt to write for Lester Sinclair as well I can't guarantee it'll turn out good
•Jason Voorhees (part 3 version unless otherwise specified)
•Brahms Heelshire
•Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher only)
•Michael Myers (1979 only)
•Bubba Sawyer
•Freddy Krueger (original only)
•Norman Bates (movie version only)
Subjects I will write about
•Romantic
•Platonic
•sfw
•nsfw
•kinky stuff don't be shy even if its something I can't write there will be no kink shaming on this blog!
•I may write serious subjects but it really depends
•Female reader on request usually I try to keep it neutral to be inclusive
•Rape fantasy (will be tagged as such)
I won't write about these subjects
•Pedophilia this blog will never support maps/pedophiles
•Real names or real people
•OC's I really like reader inserts
•Pregnancy/Children just makes me uncomfortable
•Romantic non-con, as a rape survivor I cannot romanticize something like this, there is a clear difference between a couple roleplaying and actual rape, if you request non-con expect something disgusting and far from romantic it will be tagged as non-con, rape, and nsfl if you are sensitive to this subject please block these tags
•Scat (I will do water sports though)
•Adult babies/diapers
•Bestiality/zoophilia
•Cheating
•Slasher x Slasher
•Incest
If something you want isn't on here, feel free to ask, I may or may not write it depending on the subject! This blog is free of judgment, we're all here to have fun and thirst after slashers!
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Seal of Approval || Jughead Jones
Request from anon: Hey can I request a Jughead x reader fic where the reader is a new student who has icey blue eyes and red hair and she's really shy but she really likes jug. Your stuff is really amazing. Thank you in advance you lovely person you <3 <3
Request from @sunshine51879: An Jughead request. The reader is Jason & Cheryl ' s little sister. She is not like them, quiet, shy, loves to read. Dating Jughead, the twins know & approve. Everyone else finds out when Cheryl blasts Reggie for blaming Jug for Jason's death.
A/N: I don’t own the conversation between Jughead and Reggie. That belongs to the “Riverdale” writers.
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As you, Y/N Blossom, looked up at the building that was Riverdale High, you couldn’t help but feel nervous. Sure, you were definitely a Blossom with your bright blue eyes and fiery red hair and your older sister basically ran the school. But after your older brother’s death, your parents had pulled you out of your private school in the city and brought you back to Riverdale so they could keep a closer eye on you. They didn’t want to lose two children. You were also very different from your siblings. While Cheryl and Jason were involved in a ton of after school activities and loved to have parties, you were more laid-back and quiet, preferring to read in your spare time. You were a freshman, just a year younger than Cheryl and Jason but you felt like a kindergartner again, going to a brand new, big, bad school.
“Hey, Y/N!” a voice called, making you turn around.
You smiled once you realized who it was.
Jughead Jones, your boyfriend of seven months made his way over to you, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. You blushed and quickly looked around, making sure no one saw the two of you.
“Jughead!” you lightly scolded. “What if someone saw us?”
Jughead smirked.
“What a shame that would be,” he said sarcastically.
You and Jughead met over your spring break earlier that year. You had accidentally walked into him while carrying a milkshake and spilled it all over him. You apologized to him profusely as you tried to clean up his shirt as he continuously reassured you that it was fine. You then offered to buy him whatever he wanted from Pop’s as an apology. Little did you know that would end up being your first date. Laughing and joking with each other over spilt milkshake.
Although you were dating Jughead, not a lot of people knew about it. Your and Jughead’s families were always under scrutiny and you didn’t have to deal with your relationship being under the public eye as well. However, Cheryl knew you were dating the beanie-clad boy. Jason did too, when he was alive. To your surprise, they approved of the Jones boy. Why, you never knew. You decided it was better not to question them on it. Jason would always joke with you that he would murder Jughead if he ever broke your heart. You would always laugh at that.
You didn’t like to joke about that now.
“You ready?” Jughead asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.
You sighed and nodded, looking back towards the school.
“Readier than I’ll ever be.”
…
You managed to get through the majority of the day without any drama going down. But seeing as you were a Blossom, of course you couldn’t escape the drama that went down during your free period.
You were in the student lounge along with Jughead and the rest of the Core Four. The jocks were on the sofa and Cheryl was there as well, occasionally looking over at you to make sure you were alright. The jocks were chatting amongst themselves but you only started paying attention when you heard your brother’s name.
“… let's be honest,” Reggie began. “Isn't it always some spooky, scrawny, pathetic Internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid? Some smug, moody, serial killer fanboy freak. Like Jughead?”
You quickly turned to Jughead who looked at Reggie with a calm albeit annoyed expression.
“What was it like, Suicide Squad? When you shot Jason? You didn't do stuff to the body, did you? Like after?” he teased.
“It’s called necrophilia, Reggie,” Jughead stated. “Can you spell it?”
Reggie quickly got up.
“Hey, come here, you little—”
“Enough!” Cheryl snapped, stepping in between Jughead and Reggie.
Everyone looked at Cheryl bewildered, wondering why the Blossom girl suddenly cared about Jughead’s wellbeing.
Reggie scoffed.
“Step aside, Cherry Pie, and let me avenge your brother’s murderer,” he said, a smug smile on his face. “It’s not like Jughead’s important to you.”
Cheryl looked like she was about to explode.
“He’s important to Y/N. She’s her boyfriend and she loves him and I’ll be damned if I let you hurt him. Back up.” she snarled.
Everyone’s eyes widened as they looked at you and then Jughead, the two of you now blushing furiously.
“No way,” Reggie said in disbelief. “Your little sister and Norman Bates?”
“I said back up!” Cheryl yelled.
Reggie knew better than to mess with the eldest Blossom girl and held his hands up in surrender, slowly backing out of the student lounge.
Cheryl sighed and turned back to you, and apologetic look on her face.
“I-I’m sorry, Y/N,” Cheryl said as she walked over to you. “I know you and Jughead wanted to keep your relationship a secret and I just—”
“No, Cheryl, it’s okay,” you reassured.
You looked over at Jughead who was smiling and holding out his hand out for you, ready to walk hand-in-hand with you to your next class.
You smiled.
“It’s more than okay.”
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New Masterlist!
I can’t edit my old masterlist, so I made a new one. I’ll leave the old one up, just because it’s not hurting anyone.
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A-Z NSFW With Norman Bates
Norman Bates x reader
Warnings: smut
Requested: by anon, Hi i really love your blog. It’s my first time making a request. Could you write Norman Bates nfsw alphabet? thank you xx
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director
Author’s Note: Norman Bates is such a baby if it weren’t for the murder he would be a puppy dog and that’s it.
A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Baby boy. Baby. Like he is such a sheepish sweetheart. Makes sure you’re okay, wants to talk, asks if you’re okay again, cuddles.
B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He loves your lips. The curve of them, the size of them. He loves to kiss them, after asking.
C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)
Norman doesn’t like to be messy even though he does the sheets all the time. But also very not okay with cumming inside you. Dilemmas.
D: Dirty Secret
Sex itself is a dirty secret for Norman. He can’t afford to have anything else usually because he is regularly worried about his mother finding out about you when it’s a bad time.
E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
You’re more than likely his first. If he loves you that much that he’s willing to go against his mother and be with you sexually you’ll have to be patient with him.
F: Favorite Position
Where he can look at you. More than likely with you on top, leaning over him so that you can still kiss him.
G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
He tries very hard to be serious but he’s so shy that he can stumble over himself and be able to laugh about it. It makes him feel better when he can be a bit loose about it.
H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Very groomed but also usually shaved. He likes everything to be tidy and clean.
I: Intimate (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
It’s not sex for Norman if it’s not super intimate. Again, if he’s risking being with you at all then he wants to be present and looking at you and enjoying the moment.
J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He thinks about it more than he actually does it. He doesn’t want to be caught by mother but when he learned what it was he couldn’t help but sneak it a few times, especially because he had been so used to not having sex at all.
K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)
I suppose one thing he can consider a kink is letting you be dominant. He likes to let you take the reins.
L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)
The bedroom is usually the only place but he does own a motel and if you’re helping out cleaning he can be caught on one of those beds and in the back office, but not usually.
M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Literally anything. If your shirt hikes up a bit it can get him going even though he has to look away and pretend that it doesn’t.
N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He will never hurt you. He doesn’t even like usually leaving marks and sometimes worries that a hickey hurts you. You basically are not allowed to be touched anyway but gently.
O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He prefers giving but he literally always receives because he has barely learned the ropes.
P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and steady. If I were on my phone I would put the clapping emoji in between each word because thats all that boy knows
Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Definitely a full on sex kinda guy. Doesn’t like quickies, feels like they’re super hook up culture and doesn’t like that
R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Honestly he is risking most by having sex period. He wants to give you every single thing that you have ever wanted but he isn’t comfortable with a lot quite yet.
S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc.)
One round a night kind of guy and doesn’t last very long. He does use the one round effectively usually though
T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
No toys. That’s a lot of extra things he has to figure out and he doesn’t need that now
U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)
You’re much more of the teaser than he is because he literally can’t last long enough to tease you. Sometimes he gives it a shot though which is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen
V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Lots of grunting and gasping, especially when he’s close
W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)
If you wear a dress that reaches your feet he can’t. It reminds him of his mother.
X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
A little bit smaller girth but makes up for it in length
Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Not very high. He had gone a long time without it and he only does it when it’s momental
Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
As long as he has made sure that you are okay and you’re able to fall asleep then he can be out within a few seconds but the lights have to be off.
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Less Lonely
Norman Bates x reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: mentions of murder, age gap
Author’s Note: this kinda stuff makes me so happy, i think norman just deserves to be loved and held and i’d be glad to do more for him or maybe a part 2? Idk let me know
Summary: sorta based of psycho two which i thought was actually pretty good. After norman gets out of jail
Genre: fluff
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director
(not my gif)
Norman was so used to no one coming up to the motel. It was the way things had always been. When someone came though he rarely remembered them. Or he remembered them coming and never quite remembered them leaving. Something he couldn’t quite explain.
But he remembered you.
After Norman got out of jail (or as his lawyers liked to call it mental rehabilitation even if everyone else called it prison), he got his home back. The motel had been under someone else and he quickly got them to leave. He did have to get a job at a nearby diner though, to keep up on payments of the motel.
That was where he met you.
You worked there and mostly seemed to hate your job but you were nice to customers and nice to the workers as well. Norman hadn’t been met with many nice faces yet. Everyone thought he should stay in jail for what he had done and his mind state. So when he met you, there was something nice about it. Something very welcoming. You were easily younger than him by quite a few years but he couldn’t help but enjoy your company.
He was cutting up some lettuce in the back of the diner (where he had to stay so as to not alarm the customers) when you came in, exasperated and exhausted looking. You set your bag down in the back near his coat and wiped your hair back.
“It is pouring outside,” you muttered, closing your eyes tightly to regain yourself. Norman peaked out the window and confirmed that the sky was gray.
“Do you want to use my jacket? Just until you warm up?” he offered, putting down the knife very carefully and walking over to you. He picked up his jacket that was much too big for you and you smiled.
“I don’t know if that would be professional Norman,” you teased. He shook his head.
“It also isn’t professional to die of hypothermia on the job,” he muttered, laughing a little bit. You nodded, taking the jacket from him and putting it on.
“You know for such a tall man you sure are quite kind Mr.Bates,” you told him truthfully as you put up your hair. You were a waitress so you had to get out to your tables soon. His cheeks flushed and he shook his head, smiling at you softly.
You got to work quickly after that and as you came and went from the back Norman caught sight of you wearing his jacket and he couldn’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach. At that point you were probably his favorite person, considering you were one of the only people who had been indifferent toward him and his past. He wondered if you even knew about what he had done but figured that word had probably gotten around to you. He then wondered why you were so nice to him if you knew what happened.
The night ended with the two of you locking up and you still wearing his jacket. You stood outside in the rain.
“Here’s this. Thanks again for letting me borrow it, you’re a real lifesaver,” you said, rocking back and forth to keep yourself warm. He took it but watched you in your diner uniform, freezing. He then looked at his car and the lack of any other car.
“Are you catching the bus?” he asked. You shook your head.
“My friend was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. I’ll probably call her from the phone over there soon to see if she’s coming. I’ll see you tomorrow Norman,” you said with a smile. He looked down at you, shaking his head.
“I can’t leave you out here in the rain,” he whispered.
“Don’t worry about me.”
“But I won’t forgive myself. I can drive you into town if you want. Or, I own the motel just down the road you can have one of the rooms there, free of charge.” You looked down the road both ways. It was getting to be really dark and you honestly couldn’t tell him you felt safe waiting.
“Are you sure I wouldn’t be bothering you?” you asked quietly. He shook his head quickly.
“Of course not. It’s what friends do.” You smiled and he smiled that you smiled. He was worried that the use of the word friend might set you off and was pleased to find that it didn’t.
“Thank you Norman. So much. I owe you one.”
You got into his car and there was a comfortable silence as he drove you to the motel. You were amazed to see it in person and found you felt rather indifferent to the horrors that had happened there.
Norman brought you up to the main house.
“Can I make you something? I can make you some sandwiches if you want or something else?” You shook your head.
“Oh no, I had some food at the diner. If I could pester you for some clothes?” He nodded, looking at you up and down to see your wet clothing.
“Oh of course! All I have is my clothes, would that bother you?”
“No, actually it might make it better. Roomier, warmer.” He nodded.
“I’ll be right back.”
He quickly came back down with some of his slacks and a t-shirt he found. You were more than happy to take them and you disappeared down the hall to the bathroom to put them on. Norman found that he was really happy with you being there the night. He had been so lonely there without his mother and since you came into his life you had been so kind.
“Thanks again for everything. Should I go down to one of the rooms?” you asked. He shook his head.
“I have a spare room upstairs.” He paused for a minute and you noticed he was fidgeting, his fingers fiddling with each other. “May I ask if you know...what went on here?” You had been waiting for that. Luckily you had prepared.
“Yes but they said you went to the hospital. That you’re all better now. All I’ve seen is that you're better anyway, I couldn’t see a reason to fight the system.” He nodded, a shy smile on his face.
“Oh. Well I’m glad you feel that way,” he said, hopefully lacing his voice. You nodded.
“And I’m very glad you offered me a room for the night.”
He nodded.
“I’ll show you up there if that’s alright.” You nodded.
“More than alright.”
You smiled, and he led you upstairs.
Short story short, you were happy to be just a room away from each other.
Less Lonely.
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