Work Text:Norma adjusted the thin strap of her black slip, her fingers dragging it higher along her shoulder as she studied herself in the mirror. Her reflection looked tired, the soft light catching the shadows under her eyes, the weariness sitting deep in her bones. Then, just behind her, past the curve of her shoulder, she saw it—the blood-soaked top, draped over the chair in the corner. The deep soak of red. It shouldn't be there. It should be gone, buried, forgotten.
Her mind flashed—dirt under her nails, the weight of the shovel, the stillness of a body that wasn't breathing anymore—
No .
Norma inhaled, forcing her hands to smooth the lace at her hips. She tugged the slip into place, willing her focus somewhere else. She had sent Norman to Dylan's for the night, made sure he had his things, made sure Dylan understood that he needed to stay there, just for one night. She had played it off as Norman needing time away, needing to be around his brother, needing some air that wasn't soaked in whatever the hell had been hanging over the motel lately. Dylan hadn't pushed. He never did. He had just nodded, let out that long, tired breath of his, and told her Norman would be fine. It was the safest place he could be— for him, for everyone .
She needed time. Just a night . Just a few hours without thinking, without watching his every move, without carrying the weight of every little thing. She loved him. More than anything. But sometimes it was too much. No mother was built to hold this kind of weight forever.
Her fingers twisted into the hem of her slip as her eyes flicked toward the window. The motel sat still under the dim glow of the neon Vacancy sign. No cars in the lot. No movement. Empty. Or— almost empty.
She sighed, turning away from the mirror. The cool floor met her bare feet as she stepped toward the bed, pulling the covers back with one hand and crawling underneath. She stretched onto her side, tucking the sheets close, then reached for the lamp. A flick of her fingers, and the room went dark. A breath pushed from her lips.
The door to her bedroom creaked open, the soft groan of wood splitting through the quiet. Norma's eyes lifted, but she didn't move. She listened. Footsteps—soft, careful—crossing the floor, each one sinking into the rug as they neared the bed. She felt the shift before she saw anything—the weight dipping the mattress behind her, the pull of the sheets dragging slightly as the warmth of another body pressed against her back, from shoulder to hip.
Her breath hitched, her fingers curling into the fabric of the pillow. She didn't move, didn't speak, just let the stillness stretch as the presence settled against her. Slowly, she turned her head to the side, her gaze lifting.
And she saw him.
Norma stared into his eyes, rage burning through every inch of her as her breath pushed past her lips. Her grip clenched into the sheets, her nails pressing in. " Get the hell out of my —" The words snapped off, crushed between them as his body pressed forward, forcing her back. Her legs bent under the weight, her back meeting the mattress as she twisted, arms shoving at his chest. The fight barely left her lips before his mouth took hers, hard, crushing, stealing every inch of space between them. Her hands pushed, nails dragging, but his grip locked her in, his tongue forcing its way between her lips, sliding over her teeth, pressing into every corner, dragging against the roof of her mouth, licking over the slick ridges, filling every inch.
She twisted her head, trying to wrench away, but his hand caught her jaw, fingers pressing in, holding her still as his tongue moved, sliding, dragging, pushing past every inch of resistance, touching everywhere it could reach. Her body fought, legs shifting against the bed, fingers curling against fabric, arms pressing up to shove him off. His grip never loosened. His tongue slid over hers, pressing her down, running over the floor of her mouth, dragging back to the ridge of her teeth, slipping between them, forcing her open. Her mouth stretched under the pressure, her breath catching as she shoved back, her tongue pushing against his, trying to force him out, trying to fight for space.
Every move met another stroke, another slide deeper, his tongue pressing back against hers, shoving, refusing to be pushed out. She gasped, her breath cutting short, the press of his mouth holding her in place, sealing her in, leaving no room to break away. His teeth clamped down onto her bottom lip, hard, sharp, tearing into the skin as he bit down. A sting split through her mouth, blood rushing into the gash, coating her tongue in the metallic taste before she yanked her head to the side, breaking free.
Her breath hitched, lips throbbing, the open wound pulsing as she twisted, rolling over to slip away, but his weight moved with her, pressing her flat onto her stomach before she could get up. She let out a sharp yell, her hands bracing against the mattress, pushing, twisting under him. " Get the hell off me! " Her voice cut through the room, her body jerking against his weight, but his grip only tightened, pinning her down.
Fingers caught at the hem of her slip, shoving it up rough and fast, dragging it high over her hips, leaving her legs bare, nothing but skin and nerves between her and the press of him. The fabric bunched at her waist, nothing left between them but her breath snapping short between her clenched teeth as she pushed against the mattress, struggling to shove him off.
The sound barely registered at first—the low drag of a zipper sliding down, the rustle of fabric shifting behind her. Then, the heavy slap of his cock against her ass, the weight of it pressing solid to her skin, sending a sharp jolt through her body before it dragged lower. Her breath locked tight in her throat, nails pressing into the sheets as the swollen head slid down, parting her, nudging against her entrance. The dull pressure forced her open, spreading her around him before he even sank in.
The thick tip pressed in first, stretching her with a slow, aching push, just enough to leave her clenching around it, just enough for her body to seize against the burn. Her fingers curled tight into the sheets, her nails biting deep, her jaw locking as she spat, " I swear to God, I'll put a bullet in your skull the second you let me go ." The words barely left her lips before the stretch hit, his cock driving in, sheathing himself to the base, wrenching a sharp gasp from her throat. Her lips parted against the force, the air sucked straight from her lungs, her body forced to take every inch without a second to brace.
His hips pulled back, the drag slow, thick, stretching every inch of her cunt before he shoved forward, stuffing himself to the base. Norma's body jolted beneath him, her elbows digging into the mattress, pushing up, twisting, trying to throw him off. His cock drove deep, pushing into the tight, slick grip of her tunnel, grinding in until his sack smacked against the curve of her cunt. A sharp grunt filled the space behind her, his breath hitting her back as his grip tightened at her hips, shoving her down as he set his pace, each thrust pushing in harder, stuffing her hole without pause. Her breath hitched, a sharp, strangled sound ripping from her throat as she shoved back again, her knee bracing, her body jerking against the weight holding her down.
The bed shifted beneath them, the frame creaking with each slam forward, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the space. Norma twisted, kicking back, her heel knocking into his thigh, but it only earned her a rough yank, his hands dragging her back onto his cock. His length dragged out just enough to leave her walls clutching around him before he slammed in again, her slit stretched tight around his length. Her breath stuttered, her chest pressing deep into the bed with each push forward. " You—you son of a —" The words tore from her mouth, snapping off as he jerked her hips back, stuffing her full in one hard thrust.
His grip locked harder around her hips, fingers digging deep into her skin, pulling her back to meet every shove forward. His sack smacked against her cunt with each slap forward, the wet drag of his cock leaving her folds clutching down, gripping around him. Another grunt cut through the room, his cock hammering inside, sliding through the tight clutch of her tunnel, his length grinding against her walls. His weight bore down over her, keeping her pinned, her knees pressing into the mattress, the frame rocking under the force of each thrust. His cock pulsed, thick, spreading her apart, stuffing her over and over, grinding her tight, greedy slit down against his length.
His hand slid up, fingers curling around the back of her neck, pressing her face into the mattress, keeping her locked beneath him. His cock dragged out, his tip stretching her open before slamming back in, pushing past the tight clutch of her entrance. The grip on her hip shifted, his fingers catching her slip, yanking the fabric higher, bunching it at her waist, leaving her spread wide for the next deep shove inside. His length filled her fully, pushing against the grip of her cunt, her folds wrapped snug around the girth of his cock as he ground in deeper.
The pressure behind each thrust grew heavier, sharper, his hands tightening as his hips snapped against hers. His breath came fast, his sack smacking against her slit with each deep grind forward, his cock pumping inside her without a second of space between them. Her walls squeezed, pulsing around the thickness stretching her open, dragging against the ridge of his cock as he drove forward. His weight never lifted, never eased, his hand at her neck pressing her down, his cock shoving deep, stuffing her full, his swollen tip driving against the clench of her cunt with every snap forward.
The weight of his body pressed against her back, heavy, swallowing every inch of space between them. His hands left her hips, dragging up, spreading wide over her stomach before pinning her down with nothing but his chest, nothing but the sheer mass of him. His breath hit against her ear, his face dropping to the side of hers, his lips just close enough that she could hear the shift, feel the exhale. A grunt left his lips, brushing rough against her cheek, his hips snapping forward, shoving deep, forcing her flat beneath him as his cock drove into her without pause.
The sheets twisted beneath her stomach, fabric bunching under the force of each thrust, her body locking tense under him. His mouth hovered at the corner of hers, the barest brush of his lips catching against hers, grazing just enough to feel the movement, just enough to make her breath catch. Norma wrenched her head away, turning her face sharply against the mattress, her lips pressing shut, her breath hissing through her nose, her body stiffening beneath him as he only drove in harder.
The pace snapped harder, each drive stronger than the last, his cock pounding inside, his weight never lifting. The bedframe groaned under them, the force behind each thrust pressing her deeper into the mattress, leaving no space, no breath, nothing but the drive of his cock stretching her open. The sheets twisted tighter beneath her, her breath caught in her throat, every inch of her cunt taken, stretched, wrapped tight around the crushing push of his length grinding inside her.
His fingers curled into her skin, sinking into her hip, locking her down, keeping her body fitted to his. Another rough grunt filled the space, his cock pressing in, his sack hitting against her slit with each sharp thrust forward. His hips slammed into hers, his length shoved deep, filling her to the base, stretching her wide around him. Her breath caught, her cunt locked tight, the pressure building inside as he kept her in place, held against his cock, nothing but the drive of his length forcing her to take everything he gave.
His thrusts stayed deep, driving inside her with every inch, dragging through the tight grip of her cunt, stretching her open with each shove forward. The scrape of denim burned against her bare ass, rough against the soft skin, the ache spreading deeper with every rock of his hips. The weight of him pressed down, holding her in place, pinning her flat beneath him. His hand moved, fingers skimming up, dragging over her stomach, slipping higher. Her breath locked, her jaw tightening as his palm cupped over her breast, fingers curling, groping. A snap tore from her throat, her shoulder jerking up as if to shake him off, her spine twisting, but his grip stayed firm, his fingers squeezing, pulling her tighter against him as his cock drove deeper.
His fingers caught hers before she could shove him away, his grip locking tight. A yank wrenched her wrist above her head, his hand pinning hers against the headboard, fingers wrapping around hers, gripping her tight. Her other arm bucked, twisting against him, but he caught that too, forcing it down onto the mattress, locking their fingers together, pressing her hand deep into the sheets beneath his. His hips never slowed, his cock pushing deep, dragging through the tight squeeze of her cunt, filling her completely with each slow, heavy thrust. The bed rocked beneath them, his body weighing her down, holding her there, stretching her open with every inch he drove inside.
His grip tightened, his fingers laced with hers, pressing her hands down as his cock pumped inside her. The thick ridge of his shaft dragged against her walls, gliding through the wet, clutching grip of her cunt, splitting her open with every stroke. His sack smacked against her slit, the slick sounds of his cock shoving inside filling the air between them. His weight held her down, grinding her into the mattress, keeping her locked in place as his cock slammed deeper, each thrust heavier, stuffing her full. His breath rasped, his body pressing flush against hers, his chest crushing her back, his hips rolling forward, driving every inch of his length deep into the tight, stretched grip of her tunnel.
The bed groaned under them, the frame rattling with every shove forward, his cock hammering inside her without a second to ease. His fingers stayed tight against hers, locking her wrists in place, keeping her pinned under the sheer weight of him. His shaft dragged out, the swollen head pressing against the clutch of her entrance before he slammed back in, forcing her slit to take every inch of his cock without pause. His breath came rough, his lips parting against her cheek, a grunt spilling out, his cock throbbing, his length stuffing her deeper, stretching her tighter around the thick drive of his shaft.
His teeth grazed the curve of her shoulder, a scrape, his breath spilling hot across her skin as his hips snapped forward. His weight bore down, flattening her into the mattress, his cock grinding in deep, shoving against the tight grip of her cunt. His fingers curled against hers, pressing her down, locking her in place, his sack slapping against her slit as his pace snapped rough. His chest burned against her back, his grip suffocating, his cock pulsing inside her, dragging against every inch of slick, gripping flesh as he drove deep, stuffing her full without a pause.
The coil twisted tight, pulling, dragging her closer, her stomach knotting, her breath catching in her throat. His cock pumped inside, his swollen tip grinding against the clutch of her cunt, the thick drag of his shaft splitting her open with every stroke. His weight crushed down, forcing her hips into the mattress, keeping her body locked beneath him. His sack slapped against her slit, his grip pressing deeper, his cock dragging through the slick, gripping heat of her folds. His breath hitched, another grunt breaking from his throat as his thrusts turned punishing, grinding through the wet clutch of her cunt, stuffing her tight, his swollen length pulsing inside.
Her body seized, every muscle locking, her breath dragging, her jaw clenched tight. Her fingers curled against his, her grip crushing against his knuckles, her body stiffening, every inch of her wound tight. Her lips parted, her breath thin, strangled, her voice breaking at the edges. " F-fuck… y-you ," she ground out, her words cutting, breathless, her throat closing on the last syllable as the tension snapped. Her cunt clenched hard, squeezing down over every inch of his length, dragging against his shaft, pulling in deep before her walls flexed, locking, trapping his cock in a final squeeze as the last pulse ripped through her.
His fingers clamped down, his grip tightening, his cock kicking inside her, every shove forcing deeper, each pump driving him to the edge. His hips snapped forward, his sack pressing tight against her slit, his shaft pulsing as his length buried deep, pumping, flooding inside her. A guttural grunt tore from his throat, the thick spill shooting deep, filling her up, shoving her walls wide with the release. His grip stayed locked, his chest crushing down over her back, his hips grinding forward, forcing every last drop into her, his cock twitching as the final pulses emptied inside her, the weight of it sinking into her folds.
The coil twisted tight again, every inch of her body locking as his face dropped toward her neck, his lips brushing over her skin, his breath spilling against her shoulder. The moment he leaned in, her shoulder snapped back, slamming into his jaw, knocking his face away. Her body burned, breath seething through clenched teeth, the weight over her skin pressing deeper the urge to tear through it itching under her ribs.
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Norma stepped out of the motel entrance, her eyes drifting to Revanth, her son's best friend and Alex's youngest brother, standing beside his truck like it had always been parked there. His fingers curled around the handle, ready to pull the door open.
She made her way down the steps, heels tapping against wood, stepping onto the path toward him. "Won't open without keys ."
His hand stilled. He turned his head, looking at her.
Norma stopped a few feet away, lifting her hand, holding up the keys between two fingers, her grip just loose enough for them to dangle. Her voice came light, edged, slipping out like an afterthought. " Look where they turned up ."
She tossed them. He caught them.
Norma watched, fixed, meeting his gaze as he slid the key into the door, pulled it open. He climbed in, eyes still on her, fingers finding the wheel, the ignition, the truck humming under his hands.
She didn't look away.
The tires rolled over gravel, dragging. He kept his eyes on her, and Norma stood, arms easy at her sides, watching him pull onto the road, watching the truck disappear down the bend.
Things of his had a way of showing up where they shouldn't.
She had no doubt they would again