MCU x Reader!

Love at First Write (Part 2)

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The inconsistent noise of leaking pipes was all you could hear. No AC, no bad jokes, no nothing. The room was small, dimly lit. It looked like the type of place a girl like you would go to get gutted. All it adorned was a bed, small bookshelf, a ladder that went into the ceiling, and thankfully, a toilet.

The ladder was rusted and creaked with the weight of Norman climbing down from wherever he previously was. His sleeves were rolled up past his elbows and he gave you wicked smile.

"What do you want?" The question came out so quietly you were quite sure you'd said it at first,

"It's not what I want. It's what you know." As he stepped closer you noticed he was holding a wash cloth. Sitting down on the bed next to you he spoke softly,

"I didn't mean to hurt you, honestly. The other guy just gets in the way sometimes." He dabbed lightly at the now dried blood that covered your lower face. When you winced at the pain he gently placed his hand on the back of your neck and drew you in closer. There was a clear difference when you talked to Norman rather than the Green Goblin. Norman was gentle and brought you food, he'd read you poems and try to find solutions to the problem you were both currently in. Norman was sweet.

The Goblin was not. His temper was much shorter, you could always tell when he walked in how he would treat you. He'd push you around and threaten you one minute before kissing your to you and trying ti touch you the next. It was aggravating. He'd play tricks on you pretending to be Norman so you'd get close with him, let him touch you.  It made you sick. You made yourself sick as well. You had a crush on Norman from the beginning, any sane person would dump those feelings in the garbage after being kidnapped and locked under the basement of an abandoned mansion where no one can hear you scream. Your feelings only seemed to blossom. Neither of you had to worry about the world under here and it made you more passionate, more bold.

It all happened during Normans last visit, he had brought a book of poems and let you listen and mess with his shoelaces,

"My tale was heard, and yet it was not told. My youth is spent, and yet I am not old. I saw the world, and yet I was not seen. My thread is cut and yet it was not spun. And now I live, and now my life is done." He paused and let the book settle in his lap so he could play with your hair,

"What does the poem mean to you, y/n?"

"I think it means that the author had a life of being forgotten and pushed to the side, and now before he is to be executed he is finally feeling he has done something right by the world." Norman raised a brow,

"So you know the history of this story? Smart girl-"

"Has anyone reported me missing yet? Does anyone care that I'm gone?" Norman didn't speak, he picked at the floor. Sitting up you held him by his shoulders,

"...Do they even realize I'm gone?"

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That was a week ago. Now that you realized no one cared you were gone your attitude on Norman changed. You asked him more questions about Gobby and any upcoming plans. Things became sickly, you felt different. He let you out of the basement today to shower, the sunlight hurt your eyes but you nearly wept when you saw the nice clean rooms outside the grimy place you had been. Two weeks since he'd taken you. Two weeks with no friends or family worried.  But, they couldn't of just forgotten about you? You had things to do, what about your co-workers? Your thoughts consumed you, Norman caught on and out a loving hand on your back,

"If it makes you feel better, Peter talked about you this morning while with Harry. They weren't worried of course but, you know how boys are." Nodding you followed him up the stairs.

The bathroom was old and had fancy tiling along with cute light fixtures, the house was probably built in the 40's or 50's. Norman handed you and towel and while you waited for him to leave he just sat there. You felt shy under his  demanding eyes and turned your back to him a bit,

"You can go now, Mr Osborn."

"Go? And what if you tried to escape? I couldn't let my little journalist get out. We know how much you love to talk." Tired, frustrated, and wanting nothing more but to shower you began to pull of your shirt and pants. Norman took a deep inhale when you took your bra off, and even though you were facing away from him he could practically feel your soft skin beneath his hands. Taking off your last garment you opened the shower curtain and stepped in, glad that there was now barrier between you and your capture, who was growing more brave by the minute.

The water turned in and warmed up. Oh my god, it felt so good. Grabbing soap you watched as dirt ran off your body and down the drain. Once your body felt clean you decided to clean your hair,

"Norman, there's no shampoo!"

"My apologies, it's on the counter. Here let me help." You yelped and covered yourself as he stepped into the shower stark naked, bottle in hand.

"What are you doing?!"

"Helping." He moved the shower curtain out of his way and looked you over. He glanced at your eyes and saw the flushed expression. He tentatively let his hand rundown your waist and pulled you close,

"You're mine after all, I would be neglecting my duties if I didn't take care of you." He tilted your head back and let the shampoo run through your hair, his fingers delicately massaging it. You sighed at the feeling and leaned back into him. This was terrible, and wrong, and,

"Mmmm right there." Oh. Did you say that out loud? His teeth cut into your shoulders causing you to gasp arching your back a little. He pushed you away from him and backed you under the water to wash out the soap. When you opened your eyes he was out of the shower and drying off. Leaving you wet and confused. Taking the towel you rubbed your body down and winced as your hand ran over something. A bite mark? That bastard!  Norman was waking out the door whistling and hopping down the steps. Half naked you called out,

"Where are you going?"

"Home!"

"What about me?"

"What about you?" Though he was at the bottom of the steps he still stared you down and made the words fall short on your lips,

"W-well, aren't you gonna...fuck me?" Your captor only laughed and did up his tie,

"Soon enough, Starlight."