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imliketheiceifreeze · 2 years ago

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Norman Nordstrom x reader

A rose by any other name- part 2

Warnings: Violence, smut, age gap, abuse, abduction, minors DNI

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You'd walked past his house many times since your last meeting, However the old man never seemed to be home.

'He probably thinks your some kind of creep.'

You thought to yourself as you rounded the corner to his house for the fifth time that week. Obsession like this isn't healthy and you knew it, your parents always wondered what you did on your little walks around the block, you could never tell them it was to satiate your fascination with a 70 year old man, they'd surely look at you like some kind of mental patient.

A strong arm around your waist ripped you out of your thoughts as another held what felt like cloth to your mouth. An acrid smell filled your nostrils as you struggled against the limbs that caged you to no avail.

"Shh sweetheart, don't fight it."

A voice you vaguely recognised growled into your ear as the world around you went dark and you collapsed into the stranger.

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You awoke, shivering cold, laying on what seemed to be a bed. As you slowly took in your surroundings you quickly noticed you wrist was tightly handcuffed to the bed-post. You struggled against it, wearily, knowing deep down there was no use in fighting. However, the noise seemed to alert your captor, as heavy footsteps rapidly approached the room in which you lay. Deep dread filled your body as your breath caught in your throat. You couldn't believe who stood before you-the white beard, the scar underneath his vacant eye. It was him. It was Norman.

"You're awake, good."

He spoke matter-of-factly, slowly approaching the bed to which you were bound.

"Now don't struggle, I understand this might be difficult for you to accept but just let me speak for a moment."

The irony of your silence didn't escape you as he sat beside you on the bed, feeling around for your leg before patting it warmly.

"I intend for you to be my wife and eventually, I hope you will bear me the that child I lost. I know this won't be too hard for you considering your feelings for me..."

You were gobsmacked. Was this some kind of sick proposal? However, another twisted part of you felt delighted at the lengths this man would go to to have you, something you weren't used to considering your average looks and demure personality.

"Are you being serious? You're going to lock me up here like some kind of dog, let me out you sick fuck!"

You spat at him, partially in anger but mostly powered by fear as you gripped onto your cuffed hand, yanking it with all the force in your body.

"Hmm."

He grumbled, gripping your leg more harshly making you yelp in pain, stopping your struggle with the cuffs to grab his hand in an attempt to stop the pressure.

"So you were just leading me on with all that bullshit then? You act like that around every man you meet like some kind of whore?"

He spoke bitterly

"Norman!"

You exclaimed between breaths,

"This is not exactly the way you go around asking a girl out you know."

You huffed, eventually managing to pry his hand off your thigh.

"But I can keep you safe in here, you really want to live out there where people steal, murder..."

He trailed off sadly, making the sympathy bubble in your gut. For fucks sake am I actually sympathising with the man that has me tied up in his house right now?

"Norman,"

you breathed again, leaning to rest a hand on his shoulder. You could see the pain in his eyes, the world had taken so much from one man, who would you be if you couldn't provide him with some form of comfort? He faced you, confusion set in his face,

"please let me go. I'll stay with you, I won't leave, but I have a life too, a job. It doesn't mean I'm going to disappear."

You spoke it softly, rubbing your thumb against his shoulder like you did that day.

"How can I believe you?"

Fear laced his words in a way you didn't expect was possible from a former Navy Seal.

"Believe me, believe my words. Keep a tracking device on me, stalk me, tattoo me as yours, I don't care. You can do what you want but don't keep me tied up like an animal Norman, how is that any way to treat someone you want as your wife?"

This seemed to shift something in him and he reached for his pocket, you stilled in fear wondering if you had gone too far, until you spied the shining metal of a key. He leaned over you, feeling around your wrist and hand until he could push the key into your cuffs, freeing your bruised limb, before he sat back defeatedly, gesturing to the door.

"Go on then, aren't you gonna run?"

You ignored his words and leaned up on your knees, reaching out for his shoulders to steady yourself. He raised his brows in shock but allowed you to continue your ministrations. Tentatively, you reached for his white beard, stroking it softly between your thumb and forefinger, eyes flicking down to his lips.

"I told you I'm not going to leave didn't I?"

You murmured before leaning towards him, capturing his lips against yours, feeling him tense against you. It was a chaste kiss and you held his face in your hands, stroking his cheek, feeling like this was the only place in the world you belonged. Finally you felt his hands around your waist, holding you strongly against his chest.

"You mean it?"

"Of course I mean it you stupid old man,"

you chastised before leaning in to kiss him again. This time his lips moved against yours, holding you tight like he might lose you as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his beard tickling your cheeks. You couldn't help but moan as you felt his tongue work its way into your mouth, heat pooling between your legs as you shifted against him in attempt to relieve the discomfort. He grunted, stilling your hips and pulling away speaking lowly, his husky voice causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin.

"don't do that, or I wont hold back."

Your eyes practically rolled into your skull as you whimpered, burying your head into his shoulder, trying as hard as you could to move your hips against his vice like grip as your pussy clenched against nothing. Hoping to sway him, you pressed soft kisses to the junction between his neck and shoulder, moving up towards his ear, sucking occasionally which earned you a growl from him and a slap to your thigh. This only served to turn you on more, the heat of the moment causing you to lose all sense of what was rational.

"I don't want to hurt you Y/N,"

he murmured, one hand finding your hair and rubbing circles into your scalp.

"I know you won't, besides, I want this."

He groaned, leaning his head back in frustration whilst you contented yourself with running your hands down his broad chest, fingering at the exposed skin of his lower stomach.

"Isn't this the real reason you had me tied up in your bed?"

You asked, the sultry tone surprising even yourself.

He growled in return, breaths growing heavier whilst you continued to kiss up and down his neck and chest. Suddenly, you felt yourself being pushed harshly into the mattress, Norman's weight settling above you and pinning your arms over your head.

"Don't start something you can't finish little girl."

You were too stunned to reply, only able to allow him to roam your body with his free hand, trailing along your exposed thigh in the tight summer dress you wore.

"Is this what you wanted hmm?"

He asked lowly as his fingers finally pressed against your core, feeling your throbbing heat, barely covered by soaking panties.

"Shit, you always get like this?"

He asked incredulously, leading you to mutter a small no as you watched his face contort into a predatory smile. He pulled you into a passionate kiss, running his hand up and down your folds, eventually casting aside your underwear to tease you further. You gasped has he circled your clit with his thick fingers.

"tell me to stop."

You replied with silence, which seemed to be enough to crack his tough resolve. He pulled down your dress to expose your breasts, cupping them with his rough palms as he kissed and nipped at your neck, his other hand continuing it's assault on your weeping pussy. It was all too much and you gasped and moaned wantonly, tears forming in your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure.

"This is all for me isn't it?"

He growled, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"yes!"

You cried out as you felt his other finger prodding at your entrance,

"it's all for you, only you."

You trembled as you felt his finger slide in easily, pumping in and out slowly as he added a second. Your moans grew louder and you bucked your hips to keep up with his rhythm. Slowly he began to kiss down your body, sucking on your tits before eventually landing at your pussy, open and ready for him. Without warning he dived in, grabbing your thighs for purchase as he slurped pornographically at your sex. You covered your face in embarrassment at the sight before you, it had you almost coming instantly. His mouth and fingers worked you like an instrument, not seeming to mind as you trapped his head with your thighs and grabbed at his soft hair, arching into him with each pump of his fingers. He had managed to work four into you at this point and satisfied himself with sucking on your sensitive bud.

"Please, please please,"

you chanted, writhing beneath the man you had fantasised about for years.

"Please what baby?"

He questioned as if there wasn't one obvious answer.

"Please let me come,"

you breathed, scratching at his scalp, toes curling.

"You can come whenever you're ready sweetheart,"

he hummed against your pussy, pumping you faster whilst his lips continued their magical torture.

"Ughh-hh-ahh."

You choked out, shaking as your high hit you like a train, barely aware of your pussy squirting all over Norman's face with every blissful contraction of your body.

"Hmm that's it baby, let it all out,"

he murmured, fingering you through your orgasm. Your mind was blank as you fell back into the bed like a rag doll. You felt the bed dip as Norman laid down beside you, pulling you into his body, fingers tracing the skin on your arms. Eventually your brain began to be capable of forming thoughts aside from your orgasmic bliss, allowing you to realise Norman hadn't had his own release.

"Let me help you,"

you lazily reached behind you to feel his hard cock straining his trousers.

"Shh go to sleep,"

he grunted, kissing your shoulder.

"Are you sure?"

You questioned, knowing you were too spent to be able to do anything but lay there as he took his pleasure.

"Yes, you can make it up to me another time, just go to sleep for now,"

he replied firmly, cradling your body in his arms as you allowed sleep to take over your body knowing you were utterly fucked in more ways than one.

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