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chuluoyi · 5 months

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Baby gojo and daddy gojo not wanting to share mama gojo😭✋i-

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 06:20 P.M 」

aww this is so cute of course this is the first i worked on after getting back from my weekend break <3 and actually i have this one similar ask too so i combined yours with theirs! here's some cute blinking gojo in phantom parade and okay now let us have some crack and make gojo suffer

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“bwah!” a nudge.

“myah!” a shove.

and then—

“waaa!” a… slap (?) on the cheek.

“huh?” satoru winced, touching where the baby’s palm just connected with his face, blinking rapidly. so he wasn’t imagining things. this really was happening in front of his eyes.

and it was the baby—his baby.

your giggles filled the air in response.

“hey, you,” satoru took on a very stern look and an exaggerated frown, glaring at his own son. the baby merely babbled at him innocently, blinking his wide crystal blue eyes that mirrored his. “bad, bad minion. this is a very serious issue. you shouldn’t do that, you hear?”

the serious issue being each time he tried to lean closer to steal a kiss from you, your son always found a way to repel him away with his tiny hands.

you snorted at his righteous tone. “he’s just protecting me. even your kid knows you’re a danger.”

a gasp left your husband’s shiny lips, mockingly in disbelief. “me? a danger? i make your life a heaven on earth!”

“heav—pfft—”

“i give you love, food, my body—” he emphasized, pointing at himself for a dramatic effect, and you threw your head back, dissolving into a fit of laughter even more, “—heck, i even give you this naughty baby!”

“wha—no! that’s team effort!”

“still! and now he is staging an uprising against me?” satoru cheekily eyed his child, who was now clutching the fabric of your blouse, tiny fingers playing with the shiny diamonds of your necklace—a gift from satoru too, actually.

“look at him go,” he grumbled, his eyes following each little movement his son made, then dramatically yelped when the boy pawed at your breasts. “hey! no touching! those are mine!”

“please.” you almost choked on your laugh. your silly husband always had a way to make things sound funnier than they actually were, and that was what made you fall in love with him more each day, really. “the milk is his!”

“he can have the cow’s! and more importantly, it’s thanks to me that you’re so milky—”

“satoru! you’re so uncouth i can’t—!”

“see? you’re laughing so much! this proves enough that i make you happy every day!”

later that night, after you put your baby to sleep in his crib, satoru gently poked his cheek, his expression tender despite his pursed lips. “he is out like a light…”

satoru might whine a lot, but ultimately, you couldn’t miss the look of adoration and fondness that made him the father of your child. even without saying it out loud, you knew that he would willingly put everything aside and sacrifice anything—first of all, himself—if it was meant for his dearest, most precious treasure.

knowing he'd do the same for you only served to melt your heart even more. and you felt full—so full, in fact, with warmth and love and anything that was soft.

you really do love him, don’t you?

“look at him, he’s like a shrimp,” your husband pointed out, still gazing at his baby in wonder as he kept poking and prodding at the chonky rolls of his little arms, and you thought, nothing could have been more precious than this.

“satoru.”

“yeah?” he turned instantly at the sound of his name, but before he could react further—

you stood on your tiptoes and planted a swift smooch on his cheek, putting the overflowing love you held for him in it. “mwah!”

“…?!”

for the next three seconds, satoru malfunctioned. the brush of your sweet lips on his cheek was so innocent that he was rendered speechless. heat steadily gathered on his face, turning him pink despite himself.

“you…” he groaned, collecting himself, a dopey smile was quickly plastered on his face to cover up his setback as you burst into hearty laughter. “now you’ve started it…” and then he latched on you with a glint of a joker, launching a full-blown tickle attack.

“a—ah! why?! satoru! ahahahaha!”

. . .

safe to say, your wheezes effectively awoke your son from his slumber, and as a bit of payback, you left satoru in the dust to deal with the crying baby, both of them whimpering in unison since he had absolutely no clue how to comfort the little one.

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annikin-annotates · 1 year

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Hi love!

Would you be interested in writing anything about the Green siblings dynamic and make it happy? 😂 I feel like so many fics about Aemond are dark/sad and that’s fine, it’s more accurate canonically and they’re well written it’s just…I wanna read about my boy being happy even if it’s not realistic 😭😭 and I would love to see him and his siblings getting along, taking the piss out of each other, having fun etc lol

Eden

Hiya lovely! Thank you for your request, I hope I did it justice! this is super inspired by the song Thus Always To Tyrants by The Oh Hellos.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Content Warnings: Nothing, tooth rotting fluff.

(Not proof read)

It was early morning when her husbands soft groaning and stretching pulled you from the plushness and warmth of sleep, rolling on your side to see a lilac and blue eye peering back at you - a worm smile crossed both of their lips. Aemond’s hair was still mussed with sleep “Good morning my Sweet Wife” he greeted you with a kiss on the tip of your nose, a positively girlish giggle escaping you as you stretched. You had yet to become used to being called ‘wife’; never mind the wife of a Targaryen Prince, if your parents could see you, you had no doubt they would be overjoyed with your current standing as a Princess of the realm.

“What are your plans for today, my Lord Husband?” she asked as she huddled closer to him, the warmth of his body calling to her. Aemond Instinctively brought his arms around her, pulling her closer as he hummed in thought, the motion sending a deep rumble through her ears. “Helaena asked if we would like to go on dragon back for a picnic, Aegon and the children will be accompanying also” he said softly, feeling torn. If they went on an excursion, there would be less time for them to have a late rise, but if they didn’t attend - Helaena and the children would be heart broken. “We can’t disappoint the children now, can we?” a tender smile spread across her lips as they broke apart threw back the covers simultaneously.

You had always found it strange that handmaids always seemed to be lurking just around corners waiting to be called upon, as soo as you had opened your mouth to call for a maid - several had tumbled through the servants entrance to yours and Aemond’s shared chambers. The pair of hand maids that had tended to her were ones she had become quite close with in her time at the Keep; Amblin and Aylisha.

You had learned their names, their children’s names and where they had hailed from; Amblin had come from the Reach while Aylisha had come from Esos. When they were first introduced, you had set aside a while day to talk to them and hear their stories, where they grew up and what they liked doing in their free time. It had spread through the court like wildfire - that a princess would treat servants with basic respect.

They had dressed you in a pair of black breeches and sturdy leather riding boots that reached your knees, a loose fitting shirt covered your stays and a riding coat was fastened tightly to you person, your hair was tightly braided away from your face. Giving them a quiet ‘thank you’ before they left the room the same way they entered, your feet carried back to where Aemond stood, your breath nearly hitched in her throat.

His pale hair almost glowing in the early morning sun, the milky expanse of his chest was partially exposed by the unlaced collar of his shirt, she politely shooing the maids away so she could finish gawking in private. A knowing smile spread across his lips as he made his way to you, meeting in the middle of one of the plush carpets in their chambers. Exchanging fond looks as you ran your hand slowly up his chest before beginning to tie the front of his shirt and helping him pull on his jerkin and fastening all of the buckles.

It was mid morning by the time they had begun to make their way to the dragon pit, the Keep was slowly starting to come to life as the exited they large wooden doors and descending the front stairs. Kings Landing was full of hustle and bustle by this time, the small folk bartering with shop keeps, women chattering away to each other in small groups, and wily children playing tag. The sight was enough to bring a smile to your face, and the best part of it all was that nobody spared you both a glance - all of them far too wrapped up in their own lives to notice.

“What has you grinning this morning?” Aemond asked her as they walked up the numerous steps into the Dragon Pit. Vhagar was obviously far too big for the pit, but walking through the pit cut the walk time in half, “I’m just happy today, my love. it is not often you venture out for the sake of pleasure” you responded, a wistful smile on your lips.

Aemond’s brows rose “I never said this was pleasure, we are spending the day with Aegon” he said, amusement dancing in his voice as he pushed the large oaken back doors to the dragon pit open. The doors hinges groaned with the movement, they opened slowly to reveal the backside of a near mountainous hill - she thanked herself, the gods, and her maids for dressing her in breeches today.

Ascending the hill was not so bad - the view of the city was glorious this morning. Casting your eyes down the other side of the hill was when you saw her, the largest dragon in the world; and your husbands mount - Vhagar. The histories Aemond pours over constantly never did the she dragons size justice, and if Vhagar was this big - how large was The Black Dread? you shuddered at the thought.

The she beast was flanked - at a safe distance of course; by two other dragons Sunfyre the Golden and Dreamfyre, their riders and their children. Though a fourth dragon was out a little farther its brilliant blue left no room for debate - Tessarion, Daeron’s mount. Tessarion was a large horned beast, The Blue Queen was an egg from Silverwing’s clutch - the late Queen Alysanne’s mount.

You gave Aemond a nudge to the ribs and pointed to Daeron - sending the three of them an excited wave. Daeron, Helaena and the children returned the sentiment, waving excitedly to you; while Aegon hardly looked capable of lifting his had to give more than a half hearted wave. But you could see the lazy grin that toyed on his lips.

The both of you made your way down to the gathering family to mount up, Aemond allowed you to climb the rope lader on Vhagar’s side first - him following close behind. Aemonds chest was pressed firmly to your back as he tied the ropes and belts around you both “Try not to fall from your dragon!” Aemond called to his brother.

To which Aegon gave him a vulgar gesture before covering Jaehery’s ears to yell to his brother “Oh piss off!” he called back to Aemond. “It will be a long way down!” Daeon called, a wry smile on his lips, “You shut your mouth or I will have mother and Grandsire send you away to never return!” Aegon snapped, though there was no malice in his voice.

You let out a cackle - it wasn’t often you got to see them al interacting to comfortably with each other. All of them either had too many duties to attend to or were arguing with each other - though the arguing was mostly shared between the two brothers. Helaena always seemed more relaxed outside of the Keep’s walls, her shoulders held no tension and her eyes shone like Amethysts catching sunlight.

“Soves, Vhagar!” Aemond called, commanding Vhagar to take flight, Vhagar began to move with thunderous noises and movements making your whole body rattle. Feeling and seeing the ground fall away from your feet never got any less unsettling - though you do now have your tendency to scream under control; now only letting out a hushed “Oh gods” as you white knuckle the pommel of Vhagar’s saddle. You let go of the pommel when you felt Aemond’s warmth beckoning you back to his chest, you settled in for a long flight.

The wind whipped so violently around you that you almost felt bad for Aemond behind you - your braid ought to have been smacking him repeatedly. Though the thought quickly left your head as the ocean passed beneath your feet, you could hardly contain your gasp, “beautiful, is it not?” Aemond asked, voice barely audible over the rushing wind.

You nodded “It is most exquisite!” you beamed, “I was talking about you” he hummed lowly into your ear, heat rushed to your cheeks “Oh hush Aemond!” you replied, trying to hide your giggle. The cerulean blue of the ocean stretched on as far as the eye could see, the expanse of darkness broken by an occasional ship and the foam of breaking waves.

The hours in the saddle passed by rather quickly when flying, there was always something new to look at; be it a new species of bird, large fish or the occasional whale in the water. Aemond often found himself pointing out things his love would enjoy, the excited giggle never failing to make his heart soar with happiness. Not many things happened in Aemond’s life made him happy, but you? his love, the very breath in his lungs and the blood thrumming in his veins - you did.

Dragon screeched were heard all around as Tessarion and Daeron shot by them both, “Catch us if you can!” Daeron yelled, his voice fading as quick as it came as he passed them. Daeron was egging both his brothers on, a flash of gold zipped by you both, hot on his little brothers scales “Last one there is a virgin!” Aegon cackled. You looked back at Aemond - giving him a nod as if to say show them who is boss. He let out a throaty laugh before offering Vhagar another command “Adhirikydho Vhagar, toli ziry!” he shouted.

Vhagar gave a begrudging and thunderous grumble before heeding her masters orders ad diving after the other dragons, leaving Dreamfyre and Helaena to follow after them at a much more appropriate speed. You let out a happy yelp as that fluttering feeling happened in your stomach, the kind you get when you were falling. the ocean was fast approaching the three brothers and their fourth begrudging passenger. Vhagar suddenly banked left to soar past Sunfyre and Tessarion, both dragons parting out of respect for their elders and to make room for her immense size.

Ocean blue waters quickly became a patch of lush green grass as you began your descent on Vhagar, the chilly air becoming less intense the closer you got to ground fall. Vhagar was the first to land, followed by Tessarion and Dreamfyre, Sunfyre landing last. The four dragons landed with relative smoothness, the ground beneath the largest of them crumbly slightly at the sudden force thrust upon it.

The four of them sat together indulging in the delights that had been stowed away in baskets on Dreamfyre’s back. Everyone’s favourites had been packed; Lemon cakes, Roast meat, cured meats, both sweet and savoury pies and wine and water. You leant back on the heels of your palms, watching the children play tag with Daeron; the sound of laughter rang out across the open field as Daeron caught Jaehera and spun her around in his arms. Aemond looked across to Helaena and Aegon; Helaena peacefully embroidering while Aegon sipped at his wine, he tilted his head towards your ear.

“Perhaps he will get drunk enough to fall from his dragon” he remarked light heartedly, causing you to gasp “Aemond!” you giggled, playfully smacking his upper arm. You looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours and all was right in the world “Avy jorraelan”, he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“And I you”, you whispered back.

High Valyrian Translations

Soves, Vhagar! - Fly, Vhagar!

Adhirikydho Vhagar, toli ziry! - Quckly Vhagar, after them!

Avy jorraelan - I love you

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 3 months

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hi! thank you so much for all of your hard work in writing these matchups :) !! please make sure to take breaks and rest well <3 if it isn't too much, i would like to request a matchup for haikyuu!! and genshin impact :D

name: kui

pronouns: she/they

sexuality: straight

zodiac/mbti: leo + isfp

appearance: 5'0, pale skin & my natural hair is dark brown. i have blonde highlights (dyed) in the hair framing my face and also as an undertone. i dress w/ a very pastel & soft aesthetic

personality: i'm creative & i get along well w/ a lot of people! i'm really excitable and usually type w/ all caps! my emotions change pretty quickly & i'm very impulsive. i like to think i'm funny. i'm an introvert but i think i have extroverted tendencies and don't mind striking up conversation with people if i think they're cool :)

likes: boba, writing, drawing, minions (from despicable me), miffy, pink things & pastel, biology & healthcare, manhwa

dislikes: disrespectful people, bad teachers, waking up early

hobbies: writing, drawing

extra: please don't match me up w/ tsukishima if possible 😭

Hi Kui! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Haikyuu, I match you with...

You and Asahi are one of the sweetest couples I can imagine. Despite his “scary” appearance, Asahi has a tender heart and you both get along easily together.

Asahi thinks your fondness for pastels and cute things is adorable. He’s always on the lookout for Miffy merchandise for you.

He keeps a Miffy keychain on his school bag to remind him of you. He also hopes it will help people see that he’s not a scary person.

Loves that you’re introverted but can be outgoing and excited when the mood strikes you. He thinks that makes you a very interesting person to be around.

Asahi thinks your drawings are amazing. I see him as someone who is decent at drawing but doesn’t do it as often as he would possibly like. He would love sitting next to you while you both work on separate drawing projects.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Despite your differences in personality, I think you and Ayato would get along well. You bring out different sides of each other and are able to lift each other up to be better versions of yourselves.

He’s used to controlling his emotions but when he’s around you, you bring out the more lighthearted side of him. It’s a nice change of pace.

Boba buddies! There are going to be so many boba dates when you’re with Ayato. He knows all the best places and you’re both slowly working your way through the menu.

Ayato also has no tolerance for disrespectful people and he has the power and social status to do something about it. If anyone ever dares to disrespect you, they’ll quickly find themselves being shunned by higher society.

Admires your interest in biology and healthcare. He thinks you’re both noble pursuits and will support you in any way he can.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #haikyuu #asahi azumane #genshin impact #kamisato ayato

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higheldertala · 5 months

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wild blue yonder commentary

okay im done being dramatic about this episode, it was fine i guess

the isaac newton scene was very random. sure the joke was funny but does the scene have a point? idk, does it matter if there’s a point, is it fine just being a joke? im over thinking this

‘he’s got a time machine which means he can blame me for all eternity’ 😂

‘isaac newton that you above all others can appreciate the gravity of the situation’ theyre so unserious 😂 i love them

‘is it knackered?’ i love how british that was

i love how we got rid of the sonic for the episode! 🎉🎉🎉 slay

the green screen is very noticeable unfortunately

doctor companion arguing!! we love to see actual conflict again

hand kiss!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 this is my roman empire. there’s something so tender about it, i love it so much. can david tennant kiss my hand like that?

‘once spent three years in orbit’ is this a reference to something? bc nothing is coming to mind

i didn’t say this out loud so you’ll just have to trust me but i called it that donna named the robot jimbo

‘can you still hear me? no.’ i love their banter. no other doctor companion duo banters like they do

‘it’s okay, im here, i’ve got you’ 🥺🥺🥺 i love how doctor actually cares about his companions (side eyes a certain era)

when the ‘non-things’ have the warped body parts i don’t see this is as body horror more just goofy to me. not that dw can’t be goofy i suppose

but it’s good to know they used at least some practical effects rather than just wholly cgi

the bit where both doctor and donna go into different rooms is clever directing, definitely keeps the audience guessing who’s who

i don’t like the idea that donna saw the past ‘15 years’ of the doctor. as it would implies there’s a constant link between them as the doctordonna which just seems unnecessary to me. and if she just forgets it anyway what’s the point?

not sure how i feel about rtd referencing the timeless child and flux arcs. (from a writing perspective) the emotional impact should really have been 13’s and not 14’s and so in a way feels unearned. anytime this gets mentioned by russell really just highlights how chibnall never addressed/ emotionally completed these arcs. i feel like rtd should focus on 14’s arc escpecially since we only have a few episodes with them. it shouldn’t be rtd’s responsibility to mop up the mess from the chibnall era and i wouldn’t hold it against him for not bringing it up again. i suppose russell has more fondness for his friend’s work than i do lol

but from an in universe perspective it’s a good emotional scene for the doctor i guess

‘it destroy half the universe because of me’ so the universe WAS destroyed and not repaired from the flux? i don’t want to do this discourse again 😭 please russell don’t make me think about flux again, haven’t we suffered enough?

‘donna is that you? all those years. i missed you’ 🥺🥺🥺 so cruel for the doctor to be baited by the non-thing as he so desperately wants that comfort from donna 🥺

i fear the ‘who’s who’ gimmick gets a tad repetitive

‘i look quite good’ war flashbacks to moffat selfcest jokes 😭🤮

i appreciate the comedy of the revolving door with the doctor and donna thinking they’re safe for it to immediately rotate back around

i fear this has very chibnall-esque the doctor just tells us the solution rather than the audience being shown :/

i don’t understand why slowness confuses the ‘non things’ but sure

you always look goofy running on a green screen im sorry

i’ve never heard the wild blue yonder song before so the tardis appearing all ethereal playing it is so random to me

catherine tate always brings out her best acting for doctor who

i never believed she was gonna be left there and die though, i don’t know why people thought this?? was it just a stressful episode for people?

hug!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

there’s nothing better than the doctor kissing donna on the head. this is how i always want the doctor to be 🥹🥹🥹

WILF!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 it’s so lovely to see him and the dedication to bernard cribbins at the end

‘now i feel better, now nothing is wrong, nothing in the whole wide world’ 😭😭😭

the heavy breathing in the end theme tune is awful, who added this in? 😭😭😭 i beg they get rid of this for ncuti’s era.

concluding thoughts: upon a rewatch, the episode is fine, but i don’t think it’s anything groundbreaking. why they made a big deal of keeping this episode secret is puzzling. perhaps intentional marketing to cause hype/ speculation? i think it would work better if this was just a standard episode in the middle of a season but i don’t really understand how this fits in with the anniversary celebrations. as always the doctor and donna are great and i love their dynamic, with all the emotional beats and banter. i enjoyed the star beast more, perhaps it had more of a novelty to david tennant as the doctor and donna returning and the star beast works as a somewhat call back to the franchise. maybe the horror aspect didn’t land for me like it did for other people. i wouldn’t say it was bad overall but rather just okay it’s get 6/10. and maybe for an anniversary special i wanted something with a bit more oomph. and yes maybe i would be partial to a bit of fan servicey cameos i won’t deny it, but i recognise im not entitled to as a fan so we’ll take the L. i hope the giggle will deliver on the oomph but we shall see.

#dw commentary

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applesontheground · 2 years

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NSFW WITH NORMAN PLSSSS 😭😭

YOU GOT IT. ♡

a moth on love’s bright light 🔪

NSFW | Word Count: 2,240 | Norman Bates x GN Reader

contains: light voyeurism, soft dom reader, edging, praise, masturbation

🎼: x, x

“Not a bad room, is it?”

There hadn’t been much else to say about the motel as far as the couple were concerned. With nowhere else to stop on the long road passing through the silence and desolate space on either side of a Southwestern wasteland, they had just been glad to not only find some sign of a rest stop, but someone there to help them.

The woman looked at him, smiling a little but then turning back to pulling clothes from her luggage. “Yes, but I almost feel like we shouldn’t. This room looks like it hasn’t been touched in awhile.” She traced a growing layer of dust on one of the nightstands while listening to him pace the floor, and the man’s eyes were on the curtains as he replied, “Well, there aren’t a lot of people coming this way to touch it, dear. That nice man at the front desk probably only does what’s necessary when the off-season comes around.”

The woman pursed her lips, nodding. “It’s kept nice, at least. I haven’t found a single stain, or anything strange thing about it.” She echoed the name, “Bates Motel. Besides, he’s got that little gardener of his, too. Of course things are kept neat with the extra set of hands.” The mattress creaked in neglected agony as the man took a spot next to her, earning a bemused glance down and then a mutual digression as she then swooned, “Such a quaint little couple, I hope we don’t disturb them too much. They’re probably used to their own space being all the way out here…”

Thump.

Your head hit the wall before your brain fell with it, settled against the back of your skull it in a perfect lineup and trying to melt into the surface. You gasped as your eyes fluttered open, having broken away from a staking kiss only to be mobbed again, a whimpering hum in the man’s throat that was barely audible until he was in your ear and pressing against every spot that he could to keep you pinned.

“Norman, slow-“ You barely squeaked it out before his lips were on your neck, tracing up and down the side with feather-light kisses and making your voice shake in a trail off. His hands were pinning your wrists gently down at your sides, just enough to keep you from writhing out of place. He was huffing against your skin, soon delving into nips along the same spots that made you shudder and turn your head for more leverage.

He wasn’t even close to leaving marks, meek to the idea but wanting to tend to his own desires all the same. Your legs didn’t know what to do, trying to prop between his own but unable to move from the pure bliss of feeling the tender spots of your collar being attended to. Both of your knees were shaking, you from anticipation and him from a lingering uncertainty; it was like he was waiting to be walked in on, the door wide open.

“Do we have to do this here?” You laughed, watching his movement stop as his eyes slowly traced your exposed collarbone to meet your fond gaze. He straightened to stand toe to toe with you, breathing audibly with a half-open mouth and an almost offended line forming between his brow. You were keening to see him dawn the hard countenance, his own spit circling around his mouth and his hands now settled to your sides to consider what you had asked. “I…I thought that this what-what you wanted.” He finally replied, struggling to keep his voice steady and turning his head to glance into the other room. You and him had just given a couple their keys maybe ten minutes beforehand.

“Oh, I do.” Your hands pressed into his chest, drawing his attention back to your smile, “I’m just asking you if that’s alright.”

Another glance to the door, and you watched with a breath sitting in your throat as Norman let go of everything. He made a beeline to the door, looked out of it with another pause. Staring at the back of his head, it was like he had frozen in the moment itself, a movement not existing within or outside of it as he listened. When there was nothing but a chorus of crickets from the evening falling quickly to a desert night, he shut the door, shedding his coat as he turned back towards you.

You carefully followed, the fingers from one hand fighting the buttons of your shirt and your bare stomach exposed the semi-arid room with a recoil. You were the first to meet him halfway, peeling off the wall and standing close enough to hold the sides of his neck in your hands with just as much care as he had shown you. Again, you kissed with your tongue easily passing his lips, and he hummed in response. You let him walk the two of you away from the door, further into the room before finding a chair.

One hand had crawled onto your side again. “I…” He hissed through his teeth, breaking away to feel you settling over his lap. At first, you weren’t sure why he was staring with a guilty grimace, but then you felt the pressure against your backside and gave him a knowing blink.

“N-...Don’t, I…” He was lost for words, but desperately trying to say something that would make it alright, to get you to stop staring through him. You instead began running your fingers through his hair, “Hush,” You hummed out a laugh, feeling his sigh as he hid his eyes against it, letting you run your hands down the back of his head, “You worry too much. I’m perfectly okay with all of this. With you.”

Your hand slipped down his chest, nearing his waist, “And if you don’t believe me…” You murmured even quieter, “How about you let me show you.” Norman rose his head, hitching his breath as you slipped under the fabric of his clothes, not breaking eye contact until he finally gave a curt nod.

“Mr. Bates? Are you still in?”

Thump. Thump. Thump.

You rose your head, staring straight ahead at the wall in front of you and clenched in a shaking agitation, overcome with the furious chase of your orgasm. “Fuck.” Breathing out the word, you glanced down at the man below you, who wasn’t even coherent enough to open his eyes in the second.

He tapped your chest, and you leaned down to hear him gasp, “Get off, [Y/N].” He had the hem of your open shirt with an iron grip, stunning you enough to slow your roll, “We need to take c-care…care-“ You slid off gently before he even finished speaking, using every limb to brace yourself over him. He still arched his back and groaned like you were taking the soul out of him. Seeing his cock twitching vehemently at the denial made your own muscles clench, but you were ignoring it. You gave a concerned hum as he was already fumbling to get off the bed, shuddering out breaths and staring at the door. Dragging him into one of the rooms had been easy, and getting him under you even more so, but now that the old couple was in the way again you were anticipating the ordeal would be snuffed altogether.

Still, you swallowed your selfish desire in favor of pulling your pants and underwear off of the floor, regulating your breathing back down and seeing your flushed face in the reflection on the knob of one of the nightstands. Both of you were disheveled, pulling at stray strands of hair and doing your best not to appear like you had been at each other like you were the only need you’d ever have again. Your legs shook as you struggled back into your pants, remembering the noises coming from the man, the gasps sliding from his lips and rolls of his shoulders as you had your way.

You pressed your ear to the door, trying to hear where the woman’s voice was coming from. A voice crowed through the wall again, “Mr. Bates?”

Your eyes darted back to spot Norman taking a picture off of the wall, looking at a makeshift peephole behind it. You furrowed your brow in half shock, knowing he liked to watch, but still dumbfounded that he had something like that. “She’s in the lobby,” He murmured plainly, replacing the frame and looking to you. You rose your eyebrows at that but moved out of the way for him to get to the door, standing against the wall and buttoning your shirt back up.

He paused, looking at you with some sort of soft apology. You only responded by closing the distance as you always did, pecking him on the lips with a finger along his jawline. As soon as it happened you stood at the short distance again, smiling as he walked out. “Yes, I’m s-sorry. There was bus…business to attend to in the other room, but I’m here in the nick of time.”

You stood behind the door, the conversation fading from your recognition as you took in details in the room. You didn’t know why you did; it was just like all the other sans the fucking hole in the wall. A shift against the denim of your pants made your memory focus on something else, how his face twitched and curled into a pleasured smile when you ran your hands down his chest, as soft as you could manage while also maintaining the feverish movement of your hips. Your sore knees shifted, and you caved again. An ear was focused on the muffled voices as you walked towards the bed, hand disappearing under your waistband.

“Where’s your friend? I thought I heard both of you in the other room…”

“Oh, no. [He’s/she’s/they’re] up at the house…with my Mother. She n-needs constant attention – with how sick she is.”

“Look who’s talking,” You murmured to yourself, hand working against your [cunt/cock] with haste and earning a solid huff to finally collapse within your chest. It wasn’t him, but the sound of him through the wall was spurring you all the same.

“Well, that’s awful sweet of them…”

“Oh, I know. [He/she does / they do] wonders around here. [Y/N] keeps me sane, that’s for sure.” His charming giggle made you throw your head back, feeling the precipice sitting on your fingertips. One more sure movement from your wrist would do you in, your skin on fire at all the most sensitive spots and begging to be touched. You could take the friction of your clothes, once again laying on the bed and letting yourself reach that edge, small breaths circling your chest in a whirlwind. You needed that rush, and recognizing that only made you grimace back another whine as your core ached.

“Is that all you needed? … There’s no rush, really. I-it’s just that [Y/N] needs me back as soon as possible. Again, a-apologies for…for being short earlier, I was moving the furniture in the other room, and as you c-can see, I’m not exactly that strong. I make do, of course.”

Your eyes snapped open, and your breathing suddenly became even faster than before. Your hand was working in lavish [pulls/circles] as you let loose, moans being traded for loud breaths and airless whimpers as you tried to ride out the sensation as quietly as possible. Guilt was hanging over your head but clouded by the tantalizing fire in your stomach pulling you beyond the need to feel anything besides the disarming lust. Shame was distant, a phantom that only made the room spin even faster.

When you forced yourself to sit up on the edge of the bed, face flushed over and your pants having come unbuttoned from the sheer jerks of your arm underneath, you heard the doorknob turn. He slid in with a sparing glance and wave behind him, and when he turned to you, you were pushing your hair back and slowly dragging your hand along your pant leg, avoiding the bedspread the best you could.

“Did you…?” He closed the door behind him as he stammered the two words, unable to finish the question as you shot him an affirming grimace. He huffed, then murmured, “Oh, I’m sorry, I c-“

“Hey, I know. You can’t control when the guests come around, and I’d never blame you for that.” You motioned to stand as you fastened the button on your pants and smirked when he came close, a hand on your chest and settling his forehead against yours. “I don’t know what I’d do without someone so understanding,” He began, and you kissed him between thoughts, “I meant what I said, I hope you know that.”

“Of course I do.” You smiled, but then tilted your head the other way so your noses almost touched, giving him a curious flick of your eyebrows, “But I think I owe you one more thing before we’re finished in here.”

He motioned to shake his head, grin revealing his straight teeth, but it was dimmed as you felt against his crotch again and murmured, "It’s about time I told you how much I love what you do for me.”

If he weren’t in your arms, he would’ve fallen to his knees at that.

#norman bates x reader #norman bates x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher requests #requests #notsfw #✏️#🔪#*grabs him* COME HERE MALEWIFE #it took everything in me not to title this 'doing the doorman' tbh

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noooo Olive I'm so sad the princess bride did not live up to your expectations! I definitely agree it is a movie that is deeply engrained in its temporal and cultural setting, and appreciating when you weren't raised on it can be somewhat tricky. I have the fondest memories associated with it because watching that movie was a bonding moment with my mom and I - it's one of her favorite movies of all time and to my own, purely blissful enjoyment of the movie I must add the tender reminiscence of my mom watching it with me. also, I must admit the princess bride has all the corny tropes and plot points I love, though I only half-heartedly admit it? the passionate romance, the swordfights, the quest for vengeance, the vaguely medieval setting with pretty dresses and tiaras I would imagine myself wearing as a kid, the swashbuckling, masked hero who must triumph over all foes to finally be reunited with his one true love! I just... love the kitschiness of it all. peak camp energy, as Lindsay put it! another thing Lindsay mentioned that really contributes to my love for that movie is Iñigo Montoya's character - he made such a strong impression on him and I couldn't exactly tell you why, but his presence is so heartwarming and fun, his character arc so engaging, that you can't not root for him to avenge his father, and in trying to be a breather from the anguished love story at the forefront Iñigo's story became a subplot that, in the minds of many, almost eclipsed the main one. "hello, my name is Iñigo Montoya. you killed my father, prepare to die" is such a metal quote, I could not stop saying it over and over when I was 8 because wow? imagine introducing yourself like that? the power move that that is?? the sheer BDE that that is??? and, but this is totally personal, but Iñigo Montoya was actually the first Spanish character I ever saw in a Hollywood movie (and to this day remains... like the only one I can quote off the top of my head apart from puss in boots ✌️) so I was really thrilled americans knew who we were, and that we were capable of being cool. if you're still not convinced by all of this, then I can totally understand, but I'm afraid you leave me no other choice but to fly over to the US and hold a Princess Bride sleepover!

puss in boots?????? asdfghjkjhgfdsdghjkjhgfdfghjkjhgfdfghjhg, clara nOOOOOOOO

no, but all jokes aside, i totally get what you mean about how dear it is to you because of your fond memories of watching it with your mom. there are so many books and stories that my mom read to me every night before going to bed, and the amount of love i have for those stories - even if others don't get it - cannot be quantified. even stories that are like,,,,, objectively slow or with some questionable moments are still so important to me, because of the memories i associate them with. and i also totally get what you mean about representation! i cannot tell you how many times i have watched and rewatched and cried over lilo and stitch, because of the hawaiian representation. it's just like,,,,,, yes, there! that's what all of my great-aunts and uncles, and grandma and great-grandma look like! that's how they talk! ("what we went hit?" still garners laughter from my mom and i because the accuracy is real,,,) i know so much of that movie by heart, and it was such a big part of my childhood that my older brother's nickname for me is still 'lilo' 😭.

and okay! yes! the charm, wit, and bde of iñigo montoya was nOT lost on me. he was by far my favorite character in the film (followed closely by The One True Himbo™ wesley) and i agree that his scenes were the highlight of the film. and as for the quotes, i agree that the quotability of the show has to be one of its strengths, but i think one of the bad parts of that is that i knew all of the quotable lines just from,,,,,,, existing this long on the internet, lol,,,,,, and i feel that because of that, some of the Quotes™ didn't have the same effect as they might have had, had i not known of their existence, y'know? like, i can still enjoy them as the Quote and as the Meme, but the original intent is parodied in a way that lessens the original impact. you feel me?

like, iñigo's iconic line, the whole "as you wish" recurrence, the "inconceivable" bit and whatnot - it all would have hit it's mark better, had i not already known their weight and had their meaning bastardized by memes.

and i feel like had i viewed the princess bride as a younger me - who had fewer forays into the fantasy genre and hadn't known about its existence - with someone who really loved the film, it would have been a game changer for me, too. but alas!

i appreciate the film and support it because it had such an impact on my mutuals and friends, and i know that if you were to fly out and watch it with me, i would love it for you. perhaps that will have to be enough.

#asks #mutuals #clara — 🌙

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