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Every Breath You Take

Norman Nordstrom x fem!reader

Summery: Reader is the driver of the thieving group. She is apprehensive of robbing the blind war veteran, but when she hears gunfire, she runs to help her ‘friends’. Only when she gets there, she is met with something (and someone) she couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams.

Note: thank you my dearest friend @dogmatic255 for this request. It’s a pleasure to write this for you. Enjoy peach 🤍

Warnings: many dark themes (mentions of rape, abusive relationships, death, kidnapping) smut, angst, fluff -this fic has it all.

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The silence of the almost abandoned neighbourhood served as both a comfort, and a terror for the young woman. Y/n checked her phone for the fifth time, but the clock still only read 2:46am.

A deep seeded feeling of dread filled her gut as she sat in the old car a few blocks away from the house; it had been 45 minutes since she last heard anything from anyone, but she knew that these things took time. So she sighed, and continued waiting for her three companions to join her and drive off.

And feel guilty for the rest of your life.

She stared out the window and cringed for the umpteenth time. The image of the vicious dog biting at the car window earlier that day was still in her mind, as was the sight of the very man they were set to rob. He looked so gentle, and fact that he was blind made y/n feel nauseated.

It was sick.

Money had taken an hour to convince her again to be a part of the operation, reminding her of the abuse and torment that awaited her if she didn’t have a part of the ‘winnings’. The bastard knew about the man who called himself her boyfriend, they all did. Y/n constantly wore dark bruises from his ‘tough love’.

Y/n didn’t mind Alex, and she had known Rocky from her neighbourhood, and they became close. She did, however, have a specific dislike for Money. She still didn’t understand how Rocky was friends with him. He was sketchy and manipulative. He knew that by bringing her boyfriend up, she would concede, if only to be their get-away driver.

But still, she was uneasy.

If the man being blind wasn’t enough to turn her off of the robbery, then the fact that he was a retired war veteran was the final straw. Something about his story seemed so familiar to her too. She wondered if a story about him had been published, or if he was famous.

Her thoughts ran ramped as she continued to stare into nothingness. It all seemed too quiet.

As if the universe was listening to her, Y/n almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a a gunshot. Her heart leapt into her throat.

She sat up, listening.

For a moment, only silence rang in her ears, but then another shot rang out.

This time, the young woman shakily checked her phone, not daring to send a message to any of them in case the sound of the notification alerted their location. She had no idea what was happening, but she knew bullets were not a part of the plan. Then, after what felt like an hour, she got a message in their group chat from Rocky, and she felt her blood go cold.

“HE KILLED MONEY”

Y/n felt her heart in her throat. She instantly called his phone, but was met with a denied call, and another gunshot. She jumped, her hands becoming clammy and cramped.

Her hands begin to shake as she texted back, “Are you two okay?”

Another few minutes went by and she only received one word.

“Alive.”

Y/n gripped the car keys tightly, and began fighting with herself as to whether or not she should go into the house to help. Her side loyal to Rocky won, and she kicked the car door open.

“Fuck.” She swore under her breath, running at full speed towards the house. As it came into view, she slowed down and watched for any movement. But with the windows barred, and no lights on, it was impossible to see anything at all.

As she approached the front, she heard another gunshot. It sounded…muffled. Like it came from deep in the house or in the basement. She walked to the front, and looked for an entry point, but everything was barred. The one window she could have gotten into was too high without help and looked like it had wood nailed over it.

She started to swear under her breath again, but then she heard something.

Keys.

Y/n ran up to the door and listened.

“Rocky?” She whispered.

“Y/N??”

Y/n sighed in relief and leaned against the door at the sound of the girl.

“Rocky I’m here!” She yelled, banging on the door.

Rocky shushed her from the other side of the door. “Y/n he can hear you breathe, shut the fuck up!” Came the girl’s reply, and y/n almost laughed. But her relief was short lived when she heard Alex through the door too, “Go go go! Upstairs go!!”

Y/n’s panic rose and she listened as the sound of a dog snarling and barking filled her ears, along with strong banging. She thought she heard a door almost fly off its hinges inside, followed by walking. Y/n crouched down by the stairs of the door and waited.

What the fuck is happening in there?

She stayed there for several minutes before standing back up and walking to the door to listen.

It was quieter.

Then, she leapt back when she heard more banging. Y/n had had enough; she needed to help somehow.

“He can hear you breathe…”

Y/n made a mental note to mask any noise she made, and perhaps to remove her shoes upon entering. She backed up and began kicking down the door; timing her kicks with the ruckus inside.

After a few moments, the door gave away, much to her surprise. Y/n wondered if Rocky had undone the lock partly before having to run, because she knew she wasn’t nearly strong enough to break down a door like that.

With adrenaline coursing through her, the young woman stepped inside, removed her shoes, and began walking down the hall. There was an eerie quiet for a moment, but it was short lived. She heard running upstairs and it sounded like it was coming closer. Y/n quickly made her way into what looked like the living room, and she crouched down by the wall.

Then, it was quiet again.

…he can hear you breathe…

The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. He was blind, and it was natural for those without sight to have other senses that were heightened.

He used touch, sound and taste as his eyes instead…

But her thoughts were cut short when she heard a loud crash from down the hall.

It sounded like a window shattering.

Her nerves were on high alert. Y/n listened and she heard a groan, then shifting, then footsteps again. She looked up from the floor, and saw Alex limping towards her frantically with that anti-alarm device outstretched in his hand as he neared the front door. When his eyes laid on her, he smiled and looked hopeful, but it was gone in an instant. He stared past her, and Y/n followed his gaze; she froze in her spot by the wall.

There the older man stood, though y/n had to stare to make sure it was him in the near darkness.

A shot rang out before she could do anything.

The man stalked towards Alex, gun pointed at him like a true marksman. Y/n watched as he walked past her, firing another round. Alex ran back deeper into the house, but y/n couldn’t watch. She clutched her mouth, and shut her eyes tight. A surge of fear coursed through her at the sound of the gun firing.

She tried to focus on anything else. She found herself listening to the sound of the blind man’s footfalls. He walked carefully, y/n could tell even with her eyes shut.

He must know the house like the back of his hand…

After a moment of convincing herself to look at what was happening, she opened her eyes again, and looked to where Alex had run; a part of her contemplated just running out the door. Leaving him and Rocky - if she was alive. But guilt began to fill her again. Guilt for thinking such things. Guilt for what they had done. She felt awful, sick to her stomach for the terror they had inflicted upon this poor man.

Y/n took out her phone to check if she had any messages from the girl, but nothing but the time shone up at her.

3:20 am.

It had almost been a half hour since she had gotten to the house, but it felt like far more.

The sounds of a struggle broke her momentary calm. She heard the sound of grunts, and then a bottle smashing, followed by a thud; the sound of an old washing machine and an even louder ruckus ensued.

Y/n began to panic, and she stood slowly, creeping down the hall. Then she heard the sound of a fist on bone. Someone was beating the other.

Then silence.

She stopped dead in her tracks, not daring to go further.

She knew that who ever the victor was, would exit that room in a moment. Either it would be Alex , in which case she would be safe. Or it would be the blind man, in which case she would have to run while screaming how sorry she was. Y/n took slow steps back into the kitchen, and she stayed there, waiting. Time seemed to stretch on forever as she stood there, but no footsteps came.

After a few moments, y/n did hear something, though it was not footsteps. As she listened closer, she thought she heard the sound of kicking from above her in the vent. Then, she heard the groans of a woman. Y/n looked up and listened closer.

“Rocky?” She whispered.

And that was her mistake.

Y/n was shoved against the wall, and her hands were gripped in vices. Before she could even see her attacker properly, his hands were around her neck, and her vision went black.

When she finally awoke, y/n first felt how sore her throat was; she coughed and sputtered for air. Then, she noticed how she was unable to move.

Her arms were tied, as were her legs, and she was on something soft.

Y/n let her eyes adjust to the bright light, and rolled over to get her bearings. As her vision focused, she pitched her brows up in confusion. All around her were cushions from what must have been various chairs and couches.

A sense of dread began to fill her as she took inventory of her predicament. Y/n tugged against the restraints again, finally seeing that she was in some kind of harness. She rolled the other way to see what was behind her, and was met with a dark basement. Peering out into black void, she felt her heart leap into her throat at what she saw. The man they had come to rob was hunched over in a chair, just outside the ring of light.

“You’re awake.” His gravelly voice sent a shiver down her spine.

Y/n tried to sit up but to no avail. The reality of the situation slowly set in. As she looked closely at the cushioned enclosure, and the room around it, she noticed that it looked…lived in. Used. Whatever this room was, it was not new. It had been made ages ago.

She wondered if he was a serial killer, or a serial kidnapper. Did he have a whole bunch of people hidden away in the bowels of his house?

Her survival instincts began to kick in, and she started to think of ways to get this man to see that she was human. She had no idea what his state of mind was, but she knew that if he was indeed a psychopath, that she needed to appeal to the small bit of human nature inside him.

What was the man’s name again? Money had said it once…

Nathan? Neil? Nick?

No…

She thought and thought, then she remembered his last name- it had stuck out to her.

Nordstrom.

But his first name started with an N too…

NORMAN!

Norman Nordstrom.

“M-mr. Nordstrom?” She tried weakly. “I-I’m so sorry for w-what my…what the others did.”

She was met with silence for a few minutes, but then he spoke.

“You know nothing.�� He said.

Worth a shot…

Y/n looked around again, and it was then that she noticed the body on the floor. She felt her head grow light, and her body began to shake.

“W-what happened to her?” She squeaked out, trying to stay calm.

Norman shook his head.

“Your friends killed her…she was my salvation. She took something from me, and then she was going to give it back…but now…” He stood, walking into the darkness and out of view. Y/n strained to see him at all, but could only make out his grey hair.

“What did she take?” She asked, trying to establishing some sort of empathetic base with the man, though it wasn’t difficult. She did feel terrible about what had happened; her emotions were not fake.

“Everything. My child. My wife.” His voice was strained, full of emotion.

Y/n felt her brain ticking away as she tried to piece together what was happening, because it most certainly was NOT just a simple robbery gone wrong.

Rocky and Alex had stumbled across a dark secret.

Y/n shifted again, managing to get a better view of the deceased woman. She wasn’t old, she actually looked young. Maybe in her 30’s.

“This woman…she killed your family?” She asked, thinking out loud.

“Hit them with her car. And you know what she was doing when she murdered them?” Came his voice from the dark.

Y/n shook her head then added “no.”

“She was masturbating her boyfriend. Couldn’t even look where she was driving.”

Oh fuck…

Y/n paled at the thought, and her heart broke in two.

“And now you’re…getting revenge…no. No you said that she was going to give back what she had taken…” She thought again, racking her brain.

Okay the woman has the same restraints, she was kept down here. He made it as comfortable as he could. She looks healthy so he wasn’t starving her….

Then it clicked.

Oh.

“She was pregnant wasn’t she?” Y/n asked quietly.

She heard his shuffling footsteps as he came back to the light. Up until this point, she had only seen his face briefly, even upstairs she had closed her eyes as he had walked past her in the living room. But now, Y/n stared at him for a moment; it was definitely the man she had seen the afternoon previously when she were staking the house out, but he looked a lot less frail. The coat he had worn on his walk concealed his fit frame. He was tall. Very tall. And he was very muscular- far more than she had ever seen in a man his age. His arms were surly twice the size of hers, if not more, and had veins sloping out from his skin; his face was handsome too.

If y/n was painfully honest with herself, she would have swooned had she not been tied up in his basement and a dead woman laying there. And even with those factors, she felt her breath stutter in her throat.

“She was. And now you’re going to fulfil what she couldn’t…someone has to be held accountable.” He said, bending down to grab one of the legs of the dead woman. Y/n could barely register his actions; his words weighing far heavier on her mind.

Fulfil what she couldn’t…

Y/n snapped her eyes to him as he shut a trapdoor in the floor and stood. He turned to her, walking towards her like she was a wild animal.

“I was going to let her go…just as soon as she gave me a child. I never forced myself on her.” He said, kneeling down next to her. Y/n stared up at him as he gripped a metal rope that sat by her on the mattress, and he began to pull.

She watched as the harness began to be pulled up, but she didn’t kick.

Didn’t scream.

As shocked as she was by what was happening around her, and by his words alone, she couldn’t help but feel empathetic towards the man.

He was a blinded war veteran, most likely losing his sight while in combat; his wife and child being the only lights in his life were taken away from him.

He just wanted his daughter back.

She couldn’t help the tears that prickled at her eyes.

He listened to her breaths come in short gasps as she cried, and he sighed, knowing the sound all too well.

“I’ll set you free once you give me a child. I’m not going to rape you.” He rasped, standing. Y/n watched him go, but he had mistaken her sobs of empathy for sobs of despair.

“I’m so sorry…” she whispered.

Norman stopped, clenching his fist. “Your pleas and apologies won’t undo what has been done. It’s best if you relax.”

She shook her head, “No…I know that. I’m not…I’m sorry for what happened to you…to your family.” Then, she remembered. Y/n had indeed heard about the accident, now that she thought about it. A car accident…and the woman had been proven innocent. Walked free. “She never paid for what she did. I-I remember a news article on it. She came from a wealthy family…right?”

“Rich girls don’t go to jail…” came his bitter reply. She watched him over in the corner; he was heating something on a small cooktop. Then, he reached for what looked like a…turkey baster?

Then it clicked.

He was going to-

“I’m not going to rape you. You’re strong, and young. You’ll breed easily.”

Y/n began breathing hard, a mix of adrenaline and-

Wait.

She slowed her breathing for a moment, taking inventory of what she was indeed feeling. Y/n looked over at the man, and couldn’t help the heat that began to rise inside her.

Seriously y/n?? What the FUCK?

Indeed, she could feel herself throb.

“Wait!” She cried as he walked towards her.

“Don’t struggle. I don’t want to hurt you.” He said calmly.

“No! I don’t mean- fuck. I-“

“Spit it out.” He bit, a little harsher than he had been.

She flinched and took a deep breath, ignoring the shivers that made goosebumps spring up on her skin.

“I mean there’s an…easier way to do this.” She said, cringing at her own words as they left her mouth.

“What are you-“

“I mean instead of using…that. You can…” She tried to get him to hear what she was saying, and she could almost see the cogs in his brain working away.

“I’m not a rapist.” Came his gruff voice again, he knelt down so he was level with her face as he spoke.

“It’s not rape if I give you my consent Mr. Nordstrom.”

“Is this some sick joke to you?”

You’re one to talk…

“No.” She said simply.

He stayed there for a moment, and she could feel his breath on her face as she hung there. He was just a few inches from her face, and she took in every one of his features…he was a good looking man. Very good looking. Then, she took a deep breath and leaned over to him and brushed her lips against his.

The older man froze.

Then he leaned away and grabbed her hair tightly.

Y/n gasped, but before she could stop it, a breathy moan slipped past her lips. The man froze again.

Norman tightened his hold on her experimentally, and pulled again. She repeated the sound.

Y/n wished she could be swallowed up by the ground as she saw a small smirk on the man’s face. “You’re tied up in my basement, and you’re begging me to… breed you?” He leaned a little closer to her, his breath fanning across her face.

“I-“ Her words died on her tongue.

“Well?” He pulled again. She began to squirm, almost wishing he would just do it the original way. At least then it would save her this embarrassment.

“I just…I want to help you.” She managed, thankful that he couldn’t see how red her face was.

“Help me?” He echoed her, y/n saw his face soften ever so slightly. Then it hardened, “You’re just going to try and run as soon as my guard is down-“

“No! No I’m not.” She said, trying to reassure him. But he shook his head.

“I have no reason to believe you.” He growled, his voice dipping even lower. Y/n sighed and bit her cheek to keep in a moan.

Now is not the time!

“Look. Each one of the people who came in here tonight had something hanging over their head. The other girl, Rocky, her family is the shittiest of shitty. She was going to use the money to run away with her little sister so they could live a life worth living.” Y/n could feel her voice cracking.

“And you?” He asked, a little curious, though not fully believing her.

She stared at him.

“Can’t you see my- oh shit. Right.” She caught herself; of course he couldn’t see. “Well…if you could see, you would have first noticed the bruises on my face.”

This seemed to throw him.

“Why are you bruised?” Norman asked, loosening his grip again.

“My…my boyfriend tells me it’s because love hurts.” She said quietly. Y/n could have sworn she saw the man’s face twitch. “He…he- fuck. He’s not a bad guy. I just- I get in the way and he gets mad sometimes-“

“That’s not an excuse to beat you.” He ground out. His tone was different now.

Y/n sighed again, and let her head hang back, staring up at the lights. “I was going to run away…go somewhere he would never find me. Be happy. Be cared for by someone who appreciates me and wants me around.”

He listened, brows pinching together as he pieced together what she was saying.

“But I suppose…I found what I was looking for. Just…not exactly what I had pictured.” Y/n finished, looking over at the older man.

He was still.

“I won’t keep you here after you’ve-“

“I know. But…what if I told you I want to stay. I don’t have anything good waiting for me…That’s what I’m saying…”

Y/n could tell he wasn’t convinced. He stood back up and began walking to her legs.

“Look if you still don’t fully believe me, check that I’m comfortable.” She said.

He paused again.

“Take off my pants and check.” Y/n could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth at this point.

“I’m not going to-“

“For fucksake take them off.” She said louder.

Norman seemed to contemplate her words. Then, he placed the baster down, and walked back to her legs. Y/n sucked in a breath when she felt his hands on her. He felt for the top of her leggings, and gripped it; with a harsh tug, they slipped off under the harness and he tore them off her legs. The cold air hit her, and she was a little thankful for the panties still covering her core.

The man tossed the material away like it was dental floss, and he stood there for a moment. Y/n held her breath as he reached out to her again; she expected him to just rip her panties off like her leggings, but instead, he ran his fingers down her thigh, like he was teasing her.

The young woman gasped and looked at him, he was blindly watching her; she could tell he was listening intently, with his clouded eyes directed at her. Then, his hand came to her centre, feeling the cloth that still covered it.

He stilled again.

The man wordlessly pulled the fabric aside, and with his other hand, he ran a finger through her folds. He sucked in a breath.

And she knew why.

Norman repeated the action, dipping a little deeper into her slick pussy. Then, to her delight, he slipped his long, thick finger inside her, and curled it, stroking her. Y/n couldn’t keep it in any more.

She moaned. Loud.

That smirk came back to the man’s face, and he continued. “Is this what you wanted?”

She bucked her hips.

“Yes!” She cried.

He added a second finger and began pumping into her. She gasped and mewled in approval.

Then, he withdrew, and y/n was about to cry out when she saw him go to the rope holding her up, about to let her down.

But she had an idea.

“No.” She said. He stopped, and listened.

“Keep me here. For now at least.” Y/n would have never said that in a million years had the circumstances been different. However, it seemed that those words were the right ones. Because he did something then that he hadn’t yet. He chuckled.

Norman stalked back to her, running one hand up her leg, and the other returning to her aching entrance. “Are you going to be good? Like I said, I don’t want to hurt you-“

“Hurt me. I don’t care.” She said, gasping past a moan, “But I’ll be good.”

That seemed to be good enough for the older man. He removed his hand from her leg, and used it to pull his pants down and off, still pumping his fingers inside her. She half wished she wasn’t in the restraints so she could see him, but it would do for now. Y/n saw him pumping his cock, and sucked in a breath at the thought of it.

She wondered how big he was.

“Hold still.” He commanded her, withdrawing his fingers and gripping her thigh to steady her. Y/n muttered a soft ‘okay’ and waited. He stroked the head of his cock through her folds, collecting a generous amount of her sweetness there. She could hear him gasp.

Then, he pushed in. If y/n was honest, she almost screamed. He was far thicker than she was used to, and he stretched her almost painfully.

“Fuck!” She cried.

“That’s it…breathe.” His raspy voice filled her ears in the quiet of the room. She felt dizzy as he began to thrust into her; any speck of disgust she has felt for herself vanished as his cock dragged across that spot inside her that made her hips buck up.

The pain subsided, and she started to lose control. She moaned without abandon, spurring him on.

Y/n felt herself grow more and more sensitive by the second. Then, he grabbed her legs and drew her back. Norman bent down and felt for the wire rope that held her, undoing the loop he made to keep it in place. He released the rope slowly, making her fall to the floor on her back.

She cried out, half in surprise and half from the loss of him inside her. But then, she felt his hands on her legs again; feeling them and pulling them apart to rest on either side of his hips. Y/n no longer had to lean up to see him as he now towered over her; he slipped back inside her easily, and they both let out a gasp at the feeling. Norman began a pace that was even faster and harder; y/n could feel his hips snapping against her.

He suddenly pushed her legs to her chest and slapped her thigh red, “Is this what you wanted? Answer me.” He commanded, and in that moment she could easily see him being a soldier. Commanding her.

“Yes sir!“ she squeaked out between thrusts.

“That’s what I thought.” He growled, surging forward and finding her throat easily. He gripped it tight, and y/n was able to see his arms even better. She wanted to worship them. Have them wrapped around her, pin her against a wall, hold her. The sight of his weathered hands was enough to make her wet.

She stared up at his face, letting the air in her throat thin to the point of almost disappearing; her vision started to go.

Then, as if he could hear her breath in her lungs, he loosened his grip just enough for her to breathe; a small gasp of pleasure snuck out of her too. Y/n swore he was going to snap her in two or drive her into the ground by his pace alone. She never thought that he would fuck her like that; sure he was in good shape and likely knew a thing or two about pleasing a woman, but y/n was positive that she wouldn’t be able to sit let alone walk for days.

He slapped her thigh again, and y/n almost asked if he was blind at all, based on his accuracy. She cried out, and the man almost stopped if it wasn’t for the fact that her slick centre squeezed his cock even tighter with each slap.

She was close.

Norman slowed his pace for a moment, and leaned over her slowly; he felt along her hips, up her waist and to her neck to find the best place for his hands on the mattress. Y/n stared up at the man as his face came to be just inches from hers. If she had her hands free she would have dragged his lips during to hers and raked her nails down his back.

But then, the young woman’s thoughts were silenced when he snapped his hips so hard that a scream escaped her as his pace became punishing, like he was proving a point. Y/n whimpered and whined in pleasure as he ruined her, feeling her walls clamp tighter around him.

“Something you want to tell me, little girl?” He rasped in her ear, pressing a kiss there that was oddly gentle.

Y/n nodded and gasped, “I-I’m going to come!”

But then, he stopped. Clouded eyes staring down at her as he listened to her whine.

“Sir! I’m going to come sir!” She cried out, and to her relief, that was what he wanted to hear. The older man resumed his delicious torture, and revelling in how she began to lose herself.

“That’s it…” he murmured in that rough voice of his that only aided in sending her over the edge. “Good girl…Come for me.”

Y/n shivered, and let go. A scream tore from her throat as waves of bliss washed over her; she felt every inch of him inside her as her pussy tightened impossibly around his length.

Y/n felt his thrusts stutter as she came down from her high, and his cock twitched and pulsed inside her.

“Come inside me, please!” She rasped meeting his thrusts to drive him over the edge.

Then, a low, guttural moan vibrated from in his chest; y/n swore she could feel the thick ropes of his cum fill her as his cock throbbed and his cum coated her insides- emptying himself deep inside her. He continued to thrust into her as he rode out his orgasm, but didn’t fully remove himself for a few moments; plugging his cum inside her.

Y/n could feel his heartbeat against her, and his breath fanned her face. She gathered herself, and waited patiently for the older man to recover, feeling his cum drip out of her.

After a moment, he let out a long sigh, and sat up. Norman stood slowly and reached for a towel just at the other side of the mattresses, wiping himself before he pulled his pants up.

Neither of them said anything, and y/n waited to see what he would do next. If she was honest, even if he left her there, she could just sleep. She was too tired to cry or do much else. But, as she stared up at the lights above her, she felt the mattress dip at her feet. Then, there was a hand on the harness and she was pulled up into a seated position.

Y/n stared at the man, dazed. He moved his hand from the harness to her back, holding her up gently; in his other hand was a glass of water which he held near her face. The young woman leaned closer and nudged the edge of the glass to let him know it was by her lips, and he tilted the water into her waiting mouth. She drank greedily, and felt herself relax as his hand on her back rubbed her gently.

Norman took the cup away after a minute, and placed it on the tiled floor. As he held her, Norman felt the fight in his mind; she was an opportunity that would not come again. She was willing. She was sweet. She listened.

But she might run. She might be lying.

He leaned back, and y/n saw him thinking. His jaw clenched and unclenched.

“I…I’m not going to run.” She whispered, knowing he could hear her. “You can put something on me, a tracker or a bell if you want some insurance…I understand.”

His head was tilted down, listening.

“If you do run, I won’t hesitate to hurt you.” He rasped. Y/n knew he was serious, especially until he trusted her, and who knew how long that would take. She sighed and nodded, then caught herself; it would take some getting used to that he couldn’t see her non-verbal communication.

“I understand.” She said.

He sat for a moment longer, then pulled her onto his lap. Y/n felt her heart leap a little, and she gasped; it felt… safe.

“Are you hurt?” He asked.

“N-no. Why?” She responded, confused why he thought so.

“You gasped when I moved you.”

Oh.

Oh…he could hear everything.

“Oh, no I’m-I’m okay. It… just felt nice.” She stuttered out, blushing at her own words.

“Nice?” He rasped.

“Yea…” Y/n hoped he would let it go. “Being held.”

He listened and sat still for a moment. Then, he leaned her forward on his lap and felt up her back. Y/n could feel him pull at the fastenings that held the harness together, and slowly her arms became freed, as did her legs. He pulled it off her, and she slipped her legs out from the straps, enjoying the freedom. She sighed in appreciation, and completely relaxed into his strong arms; his head snapped to her as she settled against him, not making any move to leave.

Norman had half expected her to hit him and try to run, but she didn’t. In fact, she breathed calmly and placed her head in the crook of his neck.

“Mr. Nordstrom?” She asked quietly.

He tilted his head towards her to let her know he was listening.

“You’re bleeding.” She had noticed hours ago, but it seemed now was a good time to bring it up.

“I’m fine.” He murmured.

She huffed.

“No you’re not. Let me clean you up.” Y/n pushed away slightly and inspected his head, and various cuts. It was a wonder that he was still standing strong.

He thought for a moment, then carefully placed her down on the mattresses, and walked away to where several shelves sat. Y/n was about to call after him and follow, but he returned a moment later with something in hand.

Y/n stared at him, and waited. He crouched down to her level, and she found herself leaning forward to him.

She wanted to kiss him, but she didn’t.

Norman reached his hand up to show her what it was that he had and she stared at it.

It was a collar with some sort of device on the side. Then, he raised his other hand to show a small remote.

Oh.

“I press this button and a shock will go through your body. It will hurt.” He spoke.

The young woman looked from him to the collar, and back.

“Okay.” Y/n nodded again, and turned so he could fasten it around her neck. He was surprised by her compliance, and he felt a small fondness for her grow inside him, but he pushed it away. Once the collar was around her neck, she turned back to him and grinned, even though he couldn’t see it. The older man stood up, and held his hand out to her as he slipped the remote into his pocket. She took it and stood carefully, wincing a little at the pain in her legs.

“You are hurt.” He rasped, holding her by the arms as she lost her balance a little.

“I’m okay. Really-ah!” Before she could say any more, he scooped her up into his arms and walked with her out of the basement. She clung to his shoulders, and tucked her feet in to his waist so he didn’t have to worry about bumping her.

She supposed she should have felt embarrassed that she was still in nothing but her shirt and hoodie, but she had little to worry about. It’s not like he could see her.

The daylight streamed in through the windows, and as she looked around, she cringed. It was an absolute mess. Broken glass, upturned furniture, blood…the house was torn apart. He took her into the kitchen, and sat her down on one of the chairs at the table. Y/n watched as he felt along the walls, and disappeared out of sight, returning a few moments later with a first aid kit.

The young woman pulled one of the other chairs closer to her and grasped his arm to guide him there. As he sat, she took the kit from him and opened it to find some bandages and peroxide, but then she stopped.

She looked at him.

Really looked at him.

“Norman?” She said softly. He turned at the sound of her voice. “You’re…well no offence but you’re covered in dirt and blood. Why don’t you wash up before I patch your cuts?”

At first, Norman felt a surge of anger. Was this a distraction for her to run?

“And I’ll join you. I could use a clean.” She finished, seeing his face grow hard. Y/n felt herself grow a little fonder of the man as his face softened at her words. She might have been ambitious, but she felt as if she was already able to read him.

Norman nodded, and stood, extending his hand out to her, which she took. He walked them down the hall to the washroom, but he stopped. There was glass still on the floor. Y/n looked down and saw his foot that hovered over a piece of it.

She sighed.

“Shit…it’s a mess. I-where’s a broom? We can clean up together.” She said.

He thought for a moment.

“I’ll get it. Stay here.” He rasped, then disappeared down the hall. Y/n began picking up the bigger pieces when she heard a grunt, a bang, then a door shut. She peaked out from the bathroom, and saw Norman leaning against the door to the basement. It took her a moment to think of what that sound could have been, then she remembered.

Money.

He must have moved his body in there so she wouldn’t have to see it. A part of her warmed at his consideration.

Then, he stalked back to the back door, and disappeared around the corner, only to return a moment later with a broom in hand. Y/n stood up and met him in the hall, her hand outstretched so he knew she was there. “I can handle any mess of the floor, and any…stains. Why don’t you deal with larger things? It’ll make it quicker.”

Norman leaned the broom against the wall, and reached into his pocket and showed her the remote again, and she grinned a little. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s what they all say.” He rasped.

Y/n stared up at him, then had a thought.

“Do they all do this?” She grasped his arm carefully, she stood on her toes to reach his lips. She kissed him gently, not wanting to scare him. The older man stiffened, and seemed to hold his breath.

Y/n brushed her lips against his again, and he softened slightly, but didn’t kiss back. Dejected, she went to pull away, but his hand found her jaw, and cradled it gently as he kissed her back. Y/n felt her heart swell and she grinned against his lips. They weren’t soft, but they felt wonderful.

It only lasted a moment, but y/n couldn’t help the blush on her cheeks.

He pulled away and stood there for a few seconds, then he grasped the broom again and handed it to her, “Don’t touch the glass.” Norman murmured before walking past her down the hall. Y/n watched him go, and she sighed before walking back into the bathroom to get to work.

Within three hours, y/n stood in the kitchen, picking up a few more splinters of wood. The house itself was clean and tidy, but there were several holes in the walls that would need repairing in time. Norman had handled the heavier things, and more particular items that were out of place. When she had finished the upstairs, she had heard the basement door shut, and she had stopped.

He was dealing with the body.

Y/n knew she should have felt remorse or fear, but she didn’t. She knew that it was morbid and wrong, but what they had done was wrong too. And it wasn’t like she was fond of the boy…man.

Boy-man.

He was childish, opportunistic, and manipulative. If she was completely honest with herself, the world was better without him; he would have made some poor girl miserable, and if he had fathered children, they too would have been miserable.

The survival of Rocky and Alex was a relief, but she wondered if they even cared if she was alive or not. She wondered if they even thought about her well-being as they escaped. Then she remembered what they has come for all along. The money. Y/n wondered if they had gotten it.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she turned around. Norman was standing just in the door, listening to her.

“All done?” She asked, emptying the dustpan into the black garbage bag.

“Yes.” His gravelly voice came.

“Great. I feel disgusting and you need some medical attention. Come on.” Y/n grasped his arm and walked them to the now very clean washroom. She reached in and turned the water on, waiting for it to warm; he was paying close attention to her movements.

Strange girl…

“What’s your name, girl?” Norman asked.

Y/n looked back at him, and made a soft “oh” sound.

“Y/n. Y/n l/n.” She said.

He said nothing, but y/n knew he heard her. He heard everything. She had sneezed when she was cleaning upstairs and upon passing him in the hall as he returned from the basement, he had muttered “Bless you.”

“This thing around my neck won’t electrocute me in the shower, will it?” She asked a little humorously.

“No.” He said, removing his shirt; Y/n froze when she saw him without it. He was even fitter than she thought, and she felt that heat inside her again. Her breathing came in shallow bursts as she turned away and tried to distract herself by removing the rest of her clothes. She stepped in first, then held her hand out for him to join her.

As soon as the water hit him, he hissed; y/n watched the brown and red sludge covering him wash away. His injuries weren’t terrible, but she definitely needed to patch him up.

“Hold still.” She chided him. Y/n leaned over to him, now wearing one of his sweaters and sweatpants that were far too big, but she found them comforting. He would have rolled his eyes if he could see, but instead he just clenched his jaw and kept his head straight as she placed another plaster to his head.

“There.” Y/n leaned back to inspect her work and nodded.

The muscles in her legs and back screamed at her. Her body was tired, and she let out a long sigh.

“You’re tired.” Norman rasped.

“I am.” She laughed softly. He nodded and stood up carefully. Y/n grasped his arm and they walked into the living room where he sat on one end of the couch, and she joined him. Without a second thought, the young woman leaned her head onto his lap, and curled up. He felt along her arm, up her neck to her hair, where he tentatively rested his hand.

“Norman?” She asked.

“Did they…did they take everything?” She asked, remembering the money.

“No. Just a small portion.” He said.

Y/n felt her eyes grow heavy, and she relaxed into his touch. He felt her pulse slow as she gave into sleep, and her breathing steadied.

Normally he would have turned on the video of his daughter and listened to her voice, but that afternoon, he didn’t. Norman sat with the young woman who had chosen to be kept by him, and he listened to her.

Those teenagers had taken a great deal, they had taken his money, thought not all, and they took away his salvation. But as he looked down at the woman resting on him, he realized that he was right.

They had only taken a portion, but gave him so much more.

“Norman! What did I say about carrying the soil on your own?” Y/n ran out the front door to the man in question who held a full sack of gardening soil over his shoulder like it was nothing.

“I’m not a flower.” Came his gruff reply.

“No? With all the soil on you I would have assumed so.” She put her hands on her hips.

“Quit your worrying.” He huffed, tossing the bag by the flowerbed. Y/n sighed and walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“If I don’t worry about you, who will?” She murmured into his back.

The man softened at her words and turned his head to her. “Fine.” Came his raspy voice.

She knew she had won.

“Good.” Y/n smiled and walked from his back to his side to see his work. Beautiful tufts of blooming lavender and black dahlias sat in the bed, and y/n couldn’t help but smile wider. “I can’t believe you got them to grow.”

“You shouldn’t doubt me.” He said, a little humour in his voice.

“Oh come now. Me? Doubt you? Never.” She giggled softly, placing a kiss to his cheek. “Shall we go for a walk? The old pup is a bit restless.”

“Let me finish here and we’ll go.” He murmured. Y/n muttered a soft “Okay.” And turned to go, but his hand on her wrist stopped her. She retraced her steps and looked up and the man, wondering if he needed something.

Norman slipped his hand up her arm until he found her neck. It was bare now. He grinned ever so slightly, then he dipped his head down to press a kiss to her lips. Y/n grinned and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, swiping her tongue across his lips. He smoothed his against hers, pulling her closer; the young woman moaned softly into his mouth, and he almost lifted her up to carry her inside and enjoy an evening in. But he knew her; she wasn’t going anywhere, and she wanted a walk. Norman tenderly slowed the kiss and pulled away to press one more to her forehead.

She smiled and placed her hands on his strong chest before kissing his neck and returning to the house. The older man listened to her go, though he barely had to anymore. The young woman was more than what he could have asked for. She enjoyed his company, and she would listen to him recount endless stories.

There had only been one time that she had been apart from the man since that night almost five months ago; she had awoken to an empty bed in the middle of the night, and upon looking outside, she had seen Norman walking away from a truck that sped off.

She never saw the truck again.

She never asked him about it, and he never said anything.

But what she did know was that that old boyfriend of hers never tried to contact her in the five months she was gone.

Norman quickly became her sense of home. He treated her like treasure, and she found herself attached to him within a week of being under his supervision. He had removed the collar after two and a half months.

She didn’t need it; she was his, and even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was hers. After three months, she had accidentally told him she loved him; he almost didn’t believe her. Almost. It seemed too good to be true that she could love him, especially after everything that had happened.

But she did.

They grew to be inseparable, and he grew more and more protective each day.

He grew her favourite flowers, and she never left his side.

They had found their solace in one another, and there they stayed.

Completely and utterly each other’s.

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This is so heart wrenchingly bittersweet that it reminds me of THIS. Enjoy the song ☺️ and the heartbreak.

Michael with a Cheating S/O

Some parts may include NSFW

NO TRIGGER WARNINGS CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK

You loved Michael. You really did, but as your relationship with him progressed he became more and more abusive. It got to the point where you couldn’t put up with it anymore. It was affecting your mental health. You fell into a deep depression, which led to you hiding from him, scared, battling with your own thoughts.

You had begun to lock all of your doors to prevent him from entering… But really? When has that ever stopped Michael. He would break them with ease.

You would beg him to leave, making it very clear he wasn’t allowed to be here. Michael didn’t listen. You were his. Forever. He would throw you against walls, sometimes concussing you. He’s killed several of your friends that you’ve brought home to have nice dinners with. He killed your cat out of jealousy, which was almost your breaking point. You wanted Michael out. Out of your life. You couldn’t call the cops, he would just murder them all.

When Michael had started to rape you, you knew you had to put an end to this. You didn’t know how. All of your options were always tossed to the side because he was simply too powerful. You couldn’t allow this to happen to you. He was using you. You were beyond traumatized at this point. After Michael was done with you he would just toss you to the side, broken, and crying. He didn’t care how you felt, he just cared about satisfying himself so he could keep killing. You were just his doll.

You finally had one idea that might work. You didn’t have a job, you were living off of inheritance that your parents had left you. Michael didn’t know, he didn’t bother to care to be honest. “M-Michael! I got a new job!” You smile, flinching when he moved the slightest bit to tilt his head. You gulped, backing a way a bit. “It’s across town, I work night shifts… So i won’t be home during weekdays… I have to pay the bills somehow.” You chuckle nervously, scared he was going to get mad at you. However, surprisingly he didn’t. He just turned around and left. You had been holding in your breath, finally able to let it out. Were you going to tell him where this job was? Absolutely not. It wasn’t even a job. It was an old friend from high school who offered you a living space in his house. It was way on the other side of town, Michael would have no way of finding you. Especially if you took your car.

“Hey! It’s so nice to see you again, Y/N!” Your friend, Jason, smiled down at you, going to pull you into a hug. This freaked you out, backing away from him. “Hey… I’m not going to hurt you… Are you alright?” He asked worriedly, his expression genuine. You nodded, rapidly nodding your head, burying yourself into his arms. He slowly averted his eyes down to you, rubbing your back. He had a feeling you came to him now because you had to escape something toxic. Why else would you flinch like that? He was smart. He took you into his house, showing you around. Your room was right next to his.

“You’re more than welcome to use, or take whatever you need in the house. Let me know if you need anything alright? Me and Aspen are gonna be downstairs watching some movies if you’d like to join.” He was going to pat your back, but stopped himself. He didn’t want to scare you. You noticed this, a small smile growing on your face. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here. “Y-Yeah! I’ll be down.” You had a genuine smile on your face for the first time in months.

Jason’s roommate Aspen was a total grump. A cool grump though. He liked to tease you. In a way it made you feel safe staying here. You felt welcomed.

You ended up falling asleep on the couch. Jason didn’t want to just leave you there, so he carefully picked you up and brought you upstairs to lay you in bed. The excessive movement had woken you up, the large, dark figure above you awakening a fear inside of you. You started screaming, and thrashing around. “WOAH! Hey, hey, hey, hey… It’s just me…” Jason put his hands up in the air, bending down to turn the lamp on so you could see him. You were huddled on the far corner of the bed, eyes wide. He sat down on the edge of the bed, sighing. “Y/N… If you’re going to stay here I need to know what’s going on… I don’t want to scare you.” You were silent, quivering. “Y/N, please. Obviously something is going on at home that’s making you like this. Did you come here to escape? Is this person going to come here and get mad that we’re keeping you here?” Yes, actually. Michael was already on his way. Searching through each neighborhood, looking for your car. Luckily you’re smart enough to park your car several blocks down from the house you were in.

“I-I’m in an abusive relationship…” You whispered, “I parked my car far away… He won’t know i’m here…” Jason nodded a bit, “I’m not going to ask you to tell me everything. Not unless you want to. Do you want something to drink? Eat maybe?” He asked, standing up. You nodded, wiping the tears from your eyes with a sniffle. “Okay… I’ll be back up.”

You returned back home during the day, telling Jason that you had a job to get to. Michael never bothered you during the day. He kept to himself mostly. He just stared out the windows all day, watching his future victims walk by. You stood in the doorway, “Michael… Lunch is ready…” You whispered. He whipped around to stare at you. You backed away, “I-It’s ready whenever you are…” You swiftly walked back downstairs, leaving his plate by his seat at the table.

This started to be your usual routine. The abuse from Michael stopped for the most part. Though he occasionally would need a fix for his sexual needs. You just allowed it to happen now. As long as this was all he would do… You could handle it.

You didn’t flinch as much anymore near Jason and Aspen. They were proud of you for this. You were making progress. They knew this meant you trusted them. Jason especially. He’s always had a crush on you since middle school. You were the prettiest thing he had ever seen. Soft skin, gorgeous hair, bright caring eyes. He wasn’t the type of guy to obsess over your ass, or tits. He wanted you for you. He loved your personality. He wanted to make sure you were loved, safe, and cared for.

Your relationship with Jason continued to grow over the months, until you both started dating. Aspen was still around. He would always scream and run or make grossed out noises, and quickly leave the room when he found you both doing anything mischievous.

One day you came back home with a hickey on the back of your shoulder. You had no idea it was there. Jason did let you know it was, but you hadn’t been listening fully. You were wearing a small dress, your shoulders on full display. Michael noticed it almost immediately. He trudged over to you, breathing down your neck as he examined this large purple spot. “Michael? What are you doing?” You turned to face him. He slammed you against the counter, causing you to to expel all the air inside of you. You violently coughed and wheezed, trying to catch your breath. Michael now knew what you were up to. He was no dumbass. His hands strangled your neck, his eyes showing pure anger. Your eyes widened, grabbing at his hands. Your legs kicked underneath him, trying to push him away. You felt yourself grow weaker and weaker as you ran out of oxygen. Bright spots blurring your vision as it grew dark. Once you had gone out Michael tossed you to the ground, thinking you were dead. He would’ve gone off to find who did that to you, but he had no clue where you were going every night. He wasn’t fast enough to just chase your car down at 60 miles per hour.

Guess Jason was safe.

You ended up waking up later that evening, feeling incredibly weak. You groaned softly, getting yourself up. You touched your neck, wincing when you felt how sensitive it was. You scowled, standing up, and running up to your room. You gathered a bag of clothes, and things you would need, and left the house. You weren’t coming back.

When Michael entered the kitchen, and didn’t see you dead on the floor he knew he fucked up. You were already on the other side of town. What you didn’t know is that he has already searched almost every part in this town, except for one street. And you were on it.

You giggled as Jason tickled your belly with kisses, his fingers curling underneath your panties to pull them off. “Hey Jason! You left the door downstairs open, be more care—“ A loud noise interrupted him, followed by gurgling. This made you sit up, confused. Jason got up to check out what happened, shocked when he saw a long sharp knife poking through the door. “Aspen? What the hell are you doing…” Jason sighed, thinking it was just his friend messing with them. But when he opened the door it was so obviously not. Aspen had been pinned to the door by his neck with a knife. Michael stood tall amongst Jason, his head tilting down at him. Jason slowly backed away, at loss for words.

“Michael!” You screamed, piercing Jason’s ears. He hissed slightly. Michael’s head whipped towards you. Oh? This was the man who was taking you from him? He was disappointed to say the least. He was small and weak. Michael threw Jason against the wall, pulling his hand back and thrusting it straight through Jason’s horrified face. You watched in horror. Michael’s hand was going through what used to be Jason’s face. You were frozen in place, was this really the extent of Michael’s true strength? The love of your life was just murdered brutally in front of you. Michael’s head slowly turned to look at you. He almost smiled when he saw your face.

Yeah, you were his. No one else’s. Thought you… Knew that..? Well, now you do. It was right in front of you.

Michael made his way over to you, his hand cupping your cheek. His thumb caressed it, wiping away the tears flowing from your eyes. He slid his mask over his head, setting it to lay beside you. He leaned in, and gently placed his lips among yours. Your eyes were wide, refusing to move. His eyes bore into yours as he kissed you. He wasn’t going to kill you. Rather he was going to keep you. Forever. He needed you, though he wouldn’t like to admit it. If keeping you meant changing how he acted… Then so be it. He’ll be kinder.

Michael brought you home. You hadn’t spoke the entire time. You were stuck with your abuser. You couldn’t leave. No matter how hard you tried. Were things going to change now that he caught you with another man? Was he going to hurt you even more? You didn’t even want to think about it.

No. He wasn’t. He actually started to bring you things, little gifts. He would give you gentle kisses to let you know he loved you. Every time you flinched he would hug you. You were confused. Why was he doing this now? After everything he’s done to you he decides to change his act after he catches you cheating? Did you make him realize how much of a monster he was to you? Yes, you did. He didn’t want to lose you again. You cheating and hiding from him was the worst thing you could’ve ever done to him, but he realized that he deserved it. Yes, Michael Myers is realizing he did wrong for once. He loved you.

The sex was amazing, though you hated to admit that. You didn’t want to forgive him after what he did, but a part of you did still love him. The sex was gentle, loving, and slow. He refused to hit you now. He wouldn’t even bring a weapon anywhere near you. In fact, he was scared of hurting you. If he had the urge to hit or hurt you he would squeeze your thighs, or wrap his hands around your waist and pull you up on top of him so he could hold your breasts and use them instead.

When you went to sleep, watched a show or movie on the couch, he would come over and cuddle with you. He would lay there with you on top of him, his head buried in your neck as he attacked it with his lips. He loved to leave hickies on you ever since he found out they were a thing. It was his way of claiming you. You appreciated it, thinking it was him saying he loved you, and he was sorry. It was.

He fixed himself for you. He even started to kill less for you. He got you another cat, and made sure you had everything you wanted. Eventually you forgot about Aspen and Jason. You had fully forgiven Michael. He was a killer. It was who he was. You understood that. You knew he was possessive, and needed you. So you made sure to stay close. You knew you had a serious case of Stockholm syndrome, but you didn’t care. As long as he wasn’t going to hurt you anymore. That’s all that mattered.

#Rhianna #love on the brain #Michael Myers x S/O #halloween #i cry whenever i hear Rhianna on live singing this song #abuse #emotionally and physically #forgiveness #bittersweet #i hesitated in reading this #but i can't resist Michael Myers #Spotify

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