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marksbear · 1 year

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Norman Bates but with a breeding kink

I took my time writing this for you my friend. Had to make it top tier for you can enjoy it. Anyways gonna be nsfw and sfw headcanons and maybe a few blurbs.

I didn't know whether to make him bottom or top so I stuck with bottom.

NORMAN BATES X TOP MALE READER

-He most def got a feral breeding kink. I mean it's everything about him that shows it. -Norman would honestly be a virgin and new to relationships and honestly anything that comes with romantic feelings. So when he found out he had feelings for you he would honestly freak out with joy. -So once yall get over the basic things about sex like your limits and things he would be so nervous and shy when you begin to touch him. He would be so jittery and won't keep still and keep on rambling about all sorts of things. -But after yall's first time he couldn't get enough of it. -He wanted to be in your pants every single chance he had. -Whining about "missing you inside me." or "Can we please do 'it' again." Just him overall being a complete mess after y'all did it. He couldn't wait to be used like a toy again.

-The breeding kink came after a while into the relationship. With his fear of abandonment/ wanting to start a family it hit him off. So that's when he started to think. He wanted you to breed him and start a family.

-He knows that he can't get pregnant and all, but he likes to imagine he can.

"Y-Y/n! Please cum inside! cum inside me please! Breed me! I want you to get me pregnant! Please~" Norman cries out in pure bliss while imagining you getting him pregnant and starting a perfect family.

-His mom approves of him starting a family. Well. Normans words anyway.

-Always asking for you to breed him. He wouldn't even care if it was like the fifth time this week he asked. Doesn't take no for an answer. (yes he does. He'll just sulk and whine about it until you say fine or try to convince you.)

-After each time you cum inside him he would give you kisses passionately while repeating "thank you" over and over again until you tell him to shut up.

-One of his dirty secrets is that he likes to daydream about you breeding him senseless while in the motel/ when hes working.

-He would go over the moon if you go along with him/ if you have a breeding kink also. He would be putty in your hands. Down right all the way submissive following every single order you give him.

-Good thing the motel is empty most days because he is loud. I mean LOUD. He would moan, cry, scream and shout in pleasure. He can't help it either you just make him feel that good.

-He loves the thought of him being a household husband for you and the "future" kids.

-So he learns what most kids would like to eat from all ages and learns how to cook them. And reads about how to take care of kids and all that.

THE END

Not really more likely to be continued. I'm gonna edit more later.

#x male reader #male reader #slasher x male reader #slashers x male reader #norman bates x reader #norman bates x male reader #norman bates #the bear club #pyscho #x top male reader

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batesmotelsource · 5 years

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Honestly, Alex had so much goofy dad potential. All Norman had to do was give him a chance. Like in 2x07 when Alex made Norman hot cocoa and comforted him for accidentally killing an abusive man? Great father material right there.

no ! no ! no ! why did you have to go there ?! 😭 yesssss ! he would have been an amazing father to norman ! and the fact that alex actually wanted to help norman and treat him like his son and be there for him as a decent father figure as he put it 😭💔

#no... i'm not crying over bates motel again...#norman could have had it all #honestly #they all deserved better #:'(#lovely messages #slayers-every-one-of-us

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gvssdee · 3 years

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we hurt who we hate, not who we love | norma bates x female reader

So near, yet so far.

You could remember fawning over these words, lost in your thoughts you could barely focus as she enters the office, sways her curved hips, and greet the costumers. She was a piece of work, a damn art. And it was no question you loved her, every part she exposes and hides, you caved it. There was just something about Norma Bates. And it had been confusing the first time, but months after, and now, you knew exactly what that something was.

She was incredibly beautiful. From the way she is, to how she is. You hated it, at the beginning, because you thought it was ridiculous and overly childish. Having a crush on your manager? Very typical of young people. And you didn't like being one of them. But you were. It was both pleasant and cringe until the day you accepted it was just the way it is.

You could tolerate yourself, and you'd thought it was going away over time. It didn't. It fucking didn't. Your feelings went deeper, and deeper, and even deeper you'd lost sense of yourself. But it was Norma Bates. And everything about Norma Bates is losing yourself for her— because of her, as funny as it seems.

But losing yourself over someone meant finding it in them. And you had, for a short while, until today happened.

“Don't be so sensitive. You can't be mad over just that.” Norma stated, firmer than you could've anticipated. Because she wasn't supposed to firm, wasn't supposed to get upset at you, too. But apparently, she was, for whatever reason.

“I am mad, Norma.” You said, meeting their gaze as you shut the door close behind you, leaning your back on it. “What was that for?”

She huffed, as though it meant nothing, and it probably hadn't. But it meant something to you, and it cuts, it hurts, even though you didn't want to admit it— it had. You've been dating for 3 months, 2 days, and heck, still counting.

Were those days just for fun for Norma? You couldn't say. You would've, most times, but with all these previous fights and arguments you doubted you still could.

“It was nothing. Stop making it be something, you know? Just relax.” Norma says with a roll of her eyes.

You knew better, you knew you should've kept your mouth shut but dear God, it was hard. Not just this, but everything about it. “You're afraid. Scared. W-why?”

“I am not afraid.”

“Stop answering the wrong question.”

“Don't ask me wrong questions, then.” She stopped, held your gaze, before sighing. “I'm going to bed, and you should, too. It's late.”

Very Norma of her. Walking away. Avoiding the obvious. For once you've tolerated it, like when she hadn't called you for two days and claimed it was nothing, and you didn't wanna push. But even more confusing, irritating things happened of the sorts, and you still didn't wanna push. But this? Fuck, this was too much, and you were pretty much at your breaking point.

You followed her upstairs to her room— her room, mind you, because she didn't want you two to be the typical 'ushery-touchy-clingy-couples' or whatever that means— and she looked at you with such fierce as you did.

“I'm done talking, (Y/N). Why are you still here?” Norma's tone was bored, exhausted, but still firm. You hated it. She had no right to be mad, you didn't hurt her, you had been the cheeseball in this relationship if you could still call it that, and had been the one trying to keep it afloat.

It was tiring. And you should've been the one mad, you were. Not at Norma, however. You couldn't. And it felt like a curse. Because you wanted to be mad at her like how she does with you, because you wanted her to feel the same pain she gives you. But you couldn't. You just couldn't. And that makes this hurt even more.

“Am I just really a friend? A girl who works in your motel? Just that?” You found yourself asking, and as vulnerable as it had sounded like, you hadn't regret it.

“You know the answer to that—”

“Do I? Because it seems like it, Norma. You make me feel like it, and it— it doesn't feel good, okay?”

She stares at you with the most confusing expression ever, and bit her lip as she thought for a moment. “What do you want me to say, then? Look, I just said that because it seemed, I don't know, weird.”

What?

Weird. Norma had said. It's weird. Fucking hell. It stings. Everything hurts. And you could feel the world crumbling down, because this— her— you— was weird for Norma. You could feel a lump on your throat, and your chest had a familiar pang. Weird. This was weird, and that was why Norma couldn't admit to her friends you were together.

Fuck.

“I wanted you to say you loved me.” You started, eyes pinned on the ground, unable to meet her beautiful ones. You just couldn't, again, because you know it'd make you feel even more vulnerable. “But... well... I guess you won't, and you probably never will. Because it's weird, apparently, no?”

“Well of course it's weird. You're weird for digging deep into it you sound crazy right now!”

“Have you even loved me?”

No answer.

Tears were starting to form in your eyes. You hated crying, but it was all at once— the pain— breaking you at every part possible. It was new. You never broke. You stood strong, head high, at every situation. But this, fuck, it was too much, it hurts too much, and it weighs you down to the ground you could barely stand.

God, you loved Norma so much. Every second of your everyday was spent thinking about her, worrying about her, and loving her. Because it was Norma Bates, and she was something. A someone you treasure. Someone you loved too much the world feels like it's ending. And it probably was, because Norma never said anything after that.

“You know, Norma—” And it was that very second, as you lifted your head and looked at her, that you knew it was over. “—I may be sensitive, crazy, and weird, but atleast I have a heart.”

Norma hadn't moved, but her expression changed, and you knew, fuck, you knew— you had hurt her, too. But you can't let it get in your mind, not now when there's too much. You left before she could even utter a word, and it probably was for the best. You'd wanted to comfort her, say sorry, and hug her, but you know that very moment it was better not to. So down you go, away from the motel, from her, from Norma, from the woman you loved so. Because it was better.

You'd wanted to believe it was, but as you drive away, you could hear your heart breaking into two as you break down into a sob.

You knew it wasn't better.

From the day you first kissed her, the day you went into a chaotic date in the amusement park and forced her to wear a mickey mouse headband, to the day you danced with her under the stars— you loved her the same, and if not, even deeper, and it hurts so much.

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slashybois · 3 years

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Can I request #1 (I'm not gonna hurt you) with Norman Bates please :)

Ye of course! and this kinda sucks so I apologize

Word Count: 290

Trigger Warnings: Some past trauma from a person, crying, unresponsiveness

A/N: again, this sucks and it doesnt have many words so i apologize

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The short breathes you took in seemed to grow faster as you ran down the free way. You didn’t even glance behind to see if they were still following you.

You felt like collapsing, but just before you almost gave up, a small motel came into view. You didn’t even bother to read the signs completely, you just wanted to be somewhere away from the person who hurt you.

You stumbled through the parking lot and into the office. No one was there. You leaned against the wall and sank down onto the floor, holding your knees close to your chest. Warm tears streamed down your cheeks as you prayed to be left alone by the person you left.

But you weren’t completely alone. A tall man came through the door, almost instantly noticing something was off in the room. His gaze snapped over to you. At first he looked scared but then concerned at the fact you were crying.

Norman, as you would come to know him as, wasn’t quite sure what to do. He crouched down and reached out a shaky hand to touch your shoulder, causing you to flinch away from him. He pulled his hand back immediately, startled by the quick movement. He took in a breath and gathered himself.

“I-it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt y-you.” Norman said with a small smile.

After no response from you, he decided it would be better get you water than try and talk. He left you for a few moments to get water and came back quite quickly. Much to his surprise, you actually took the water.

Over the course of the day, he slowly got you talking. You seemed to be less on edge as well.

#norman bates x reader #psycho x reader #horror x reader #slasher x reader #slasher x you #xreader #x reader #norman bates #psycho

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