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"Sugar Baby" pt. 3

Norman Obsorn X FemReader

Warnings: Age gap

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You were dropped off at your apartment after Norman took you to buy your new flats. It was such an exhausting night, that you considered leaving your makeup on when you crawled onto your bed, but you knew you’d regret it in the morning.

You sat up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom, washing off your makeup, brushing your teeth and getting changed into your comfortable PJ’s. You laid back in your bed and put Norman’s personal number into your phone and checked your text messages. Harry messaged you and asked if you made it home safe.

-What a sweetheart.- You thought before texting him back as you snuggled up in your blankets.

You didn't tell him about the shoes or the sugar baby offer. You were tempted to, but you didn’t want to go against Norman’s request. Your eyes began to droop as you were typing.

<You: Hi harry, just got home abt to go 2 bed. Hope u liked the party :) >

<Harry: I loved it. I’m rlly glad u were able 2 come and get a day off work. I miss hanging out w/ you. I guess its part of being adults and not having so much free time anymore.>

Your eyes opened up again as you read that sentence. It was true; you were never available anymore to be able to see anyone you really cared about, including Harry. Hell, you haven’t even called your mom since you got the job. You texted Harry goodnight and put your phone down and felt everything come into perspective. Maybe this sugar baby thing wasn’t such a strange idea after all. Norman had the money to burn, but you thought that being his sugar baby would feel like you were taking advantage of his money and emotions… however, he was the one to suggest it; so surely he knew you still cared, right?

You couldn’t stay on the thought any longer and passed out.

The next morning, you got ready for work. You worked for a local bakery as a cashier, which was starting off as a very small business which was why they were so desperate for your work and why you were underpaid. They promised higher pay soon, but you knew that you couldn't depend on it forever. This kind of underpay might be fit for a child that decided to start work, but not for an adult trying to make it on their own.

This morning your shift was slightly earlier than usual. It pained you to force your eyes open today. You slowly took your body out from under the covers and stumbled to the bathroom with your toothbrush and towel to do your morning routine as quickly as you could.

You quickly dressed yourself and shivered slightly. It was 6:20. Thankfully, just enough time to get to the bakery. After throwing on your coat and slipping into your work shoes, you closed the door behind you as you scrambled down the stairs and began your walk towards the bakery.

-Thank God the bakery sells coffee too,- you thought.

You got there just in time. The bakery smelled like fresh bread and muffins when you came in through the back door. They must have been just minutes away from being done.

"Thanks for coming in early today, (Y/n). Dean's still recovering from surgery, so we could really use the extra help," your boss Connor said sincerely.

"No problem. I just need a coffee and I'll be right as rain," you replied, making yourself a coffee behind the counter with the espresso machine.

You cleaned up the counter and swept the floors, waiting for the store to open at 7:00am. Your coffee was finally done and you took your time to make it to your liking. Things felt like they were calm now as the smell of the fresh pastries and fresh bread filled the building. It made you feel cozy.

7:13 rolled by and customers began to come around for their breakfast and coffee. The last person you expected to come through the quaint little doors was Norman Osborn himself. You recognized him in your peripherals by the way he walked and greeted the manager.

"Good morning, Connor. What do you have for me today?"

"Well, Norman… I have good old fashioned cruller donuts, if you like. I also put together an assorted dozen in this box," your manager said to him, turning to pick up a cute little donut box from the counter.

"Mr. Osborn…?"

Norman glanced toward your direction, at first disregarding you but when he realized it was you of all people, he greeted you warmly.

"(Y/n), I didn't know you worked here."

"I didn't know you ate here," you responded.

"Connor makes the best donuts in New York… not to mention, he's an old friend of mine. Starting a company isn't easy— I know that better than anyone— so taking some donuts and coffee is the least I can do for this place." Norman took the box in his hands and smiled at Connor, who was putting pastries in the display case.

"Never thought you were a donut lover. I honestly didn't think you liked sweet things at all."

"There's a lot you don't know about me," he said with a little smirk stretched on his left cheek.

He brought the box of donuts up to the counter and asked for a black coffee with two sugars. Before you even started on making coffee for him, he pulled out his wallet and took the exact amount of money out for the order, plus a twenty dollar bill.

With having finished making his coffee, you brought it over. "I normally don't work this early. Normally I start at 8. Connor just really needed someone this morning so I came."

"You're a hardworker, darling. I respect that," he commented while he slowly took the coffee from your hands, lightly brushing his hand over your fingers.

-It's still early February and it's freezing out, how is he so warm?- you thought.

You pulled your hand away and smiled politely. "Your total is eighteen–"

"Eighteen dollars and fifty cents. Yes, I know. Here you are." He handed over the money.

You counted the money and stopped him. "Hey, you accidentally gave me a twenty, Mr. Osborn."

"Accidentally? That's for you, darling."

"Oh, Mr. Osborn, I cant take this. Its very sweet of you though."

As you handed the twenty back, he softly grabbed your hand. "For the last time, call me Norman, (Y/n). You're a good friend of mine and that is something to be recognised." With that he gently pushed your hand back to you.

"Yes sir. If you say so, Norman."

"Anyway, i should be getting to work. It was really nice to see you darling."

-Why does that nickname make me so happy coming from him?- you thought.

Norman left the bakery with his food and smiled at you before shaking hands with your boss and leaving. You glanced over at Connor, thinking maybe he would ask about the extra twenty, but he only smiled at you.

"Tips are the best part!" Connor said.

Maybe... Maybe you should give Norman a call after work. The good thing about starting early today, was that your shift ended earlier.

At 12:30, you hung up your apron and clocked out, immediately going to get your bag with your phone in it. When you put the bag over your shoulder, nerves got the better of you. It couldn't hurt to try... but what if you got sucked into something you really didn't like?

You stood outside with an anxious hand reaching into your bag. Come on, this was Harry's father, he wasn't going to force you into anything you didn't want. Norman respected you and your friendship with Harry, he wouldn't try anything to hurt that.

You looked down at your cell phone with Norman's name lit up on the screen, your finger about to press the call button. What if he's busy right now? Well, you guessed it wouldn't actually matter because it would go to voicemail if he was busy, which you didn't mind at all. Finally, with the hope of going to voicemail in mind, you pushed the call button.

The phone rang, building anticipation.

"Please don't pick up."

As the phone continued to ring, you grew more hopeful. That is, until you hear his voice on the other side.

"Hello?"

"Oh! H-Hi."

"Who is this?" He asked, almost a little annoyed —maybe because you didnt state your name immediately.

"Hi Norman, uhh this is (Y/n)."

His voice seemed a lot more relaxed this time, and you could hear him smiling. "Hello, (Y/n). What can I do for you?"

"I didn't think you were actually... going to pick up. I just kinda wanted to talk about your... ahem, offer. If you're still interested."

"Right, my offer. I think it'll be a good idea to talk about it over dinner tonight. Unless you're busy, of course. There's no rush to do it if tonight doesn't work for you, darling."

"No! I mean, yes! Uhh tonight is perfect, sir. Anyway, bye–"

"Heh, aren't you forgetting something?" He chuckled. "I'll pick you up at 7:00, is that alright?"

"Yeah, it sounds great. I don't mean to rush the call but I have a class at 1:15. I should get going. I'll see you soon, Norman!"

"Alright. Remember to always take notes. I'll see you tonight, Darling."

He hung up the phone and you covered your mouth in disbelief of what you just did, and by the fact he called you darling again. This man might be the death of you if keeps calling you Darling.

#norman osborn is your sugar daddy #norman osborn #green goblin #norman osborn x reader #green goblin x reader #spiderman 2002 #x reader

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liltigerrose · 2 years

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Please please please tell me that sugar baby is going to be a series!

I absolutely love the way you write him, especially his dialogue. Norman is such an underrated character in fics and even in canon we get a limited perspective on his personality.

I totally agree with the way you’ve portrayed him in this domestic setting where he’s still naturally charismatic but still slightly reserved. It’s a nice change from the distant, neglectful Norman I usually read about in fics. I feel like you have focused much more into Norman rather than goblin. This has been my go to feel good fic for the last week!

This is just too good and fun to be just a one shot, right? 👀

Awww this made my day and probably my whole week! Yes, I'm going to be making other parts of Sugar baby because the fic is also for myself lmao. I'm still writing and fixing up the next part :)

Honestly I'm probably going to come back to this post so many times to read your kind words, so thank you very much! It means a lot <3

#norman osborn #norman osborn x reader #green goblin x reader #norman osborn is your sugar daddy #willem dafussy #green goblin #spiderman 2002 #sugar baby

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liltigerrose · 2 years

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“Sugar Baby” pt. 2

Norman Osborn x Fem Reader

Warnings: Agegap

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"Ever heard of a... Sugar Baby?"

The sentence completely averted your expectations of the man. You thought he was going to ask you to be a ditzy secretary or something like that. You've never considered becoming a sugar baby and you never actually knew what it was all about. You thought of it as "glorified prostitution".

"Yeah... I have. Um..." you looked down at your hands nervously.

Norman saw your nervousness right away and waved his hands dismissively. "You know what? Nevermind. Forget I said anything. I don't want to overstep your boundaries, (Y/n). I apologise,"

"Wait, no. It's okay, sir. It just caught me off guard. I didn't know what I was expecting to hear. I know you mean well, it's just that I've never done anything like that before," you admitted.

"Well to be frank, neither have I, but it's something I've always thought of trying since I've been too busy to even consider meeting other women, let alone getting into a relationship. This way, I'm getting... attention while helping out a friend. Of course, you're more than welcome to decline the offer, but it's always on the table if you're in a pinch."

You looked at Norman's blue eyes with a little smile stretched on your lips. It made sense that after all these years, he wanted to have someone around to listen to him and show affection. Raising a son and a company at the same time was no picnic.

"Well, (Y/n)... if you decide you want to try it or maybe you want to talk about it further," Norman took out a pen and one of his business cards, writing on a blank spot, "take my personal number. I know you have my work phone, but I will almost always pick up my cell." He handed the card to you.

You took the card gratefully. "Thank you, Mr. Osborn. This is really a sweet gesture."

"Down that hall, the first door on your right is my study. If you need to get away from the party, you can hide out there. I'd better get going though."

Norman nodded at you and began walking down the stairs. He stopped and looked up at you. "And... Please don't tell Harry... about my offer. I don't need an argument tonight, especially not on his birthday."

You smiled. "I won't tell him, Mr. Osborn."

"Call me Norman," he said before returning to the party downstairs.

You considered going to the study, but you felt so much better after talking to Norman. He wasn't always there for his son, as Harry told you, but he was still very fatherly in his own "single rich guy" way.

You kept the card in your hands and walked towards one of the mirrors to make sure you didn’t wipe away any of your makeup, then carried on down the stairs to make sure everything was running smoothly in the party. Harry deserved a good birthday and you wanted to make sure of that.

The party began to die down. Harry was still having a great time, thankfully. All he wanted was to be around his greatest friends and he got what he wanted. There were definitely a few times in the night where you’d make eye contact with Norman, but it never made you uncomfortable. It just felt like he always had your back.

“(Y/n)... Hey, (Y/n).”

You pulled back from zoning out and looked at Harry, who was touching your shoulder to get your attention.

“Oh sorry, Harry. I must’ve been in my own little world. What did you say?”

“I was just going to thank you for ordering the cake. It was really good. This is definitely one of my best birthdays yet! Everyone’s telling me you helped plan a lot of it.” He smiled at you.

“You know me, Harry. I’m all about the details. I honestly just gave the people a list of the things you like, I couldn’t do much,” you said, pulling him in for a hug. “Happy birthday, ‘Ozzy Osbourne’.”

He laughed at you and sweetly ruffled your hair, making you laugh and push him away. “You look tired and beat. Think it’s time to pack it up?”

“Thanks for the compliment,” you replied sarcastically. “Yeah, I’d better head home. I need to wash my dishes before they attract flies.”

“Alright, do you have a ri–."

“I’ll give her a ride,” Norman interrupted. “Ever been in a Rolls Royce, Miss (Y/n)?”

Stunned by the sudden offer, you gently shake your head.

“It’ll be great. Don’t worry about the party clean up, someone else will handle it. I just want to make sure you get home safe, darling,” Norman said with a warm smile.

Harry glanced at his father. “Actually I was going to offer her a ride, dad…”

“And what, leave all of your party guests that came to see you? I don’t think so. Go find Peter and his lady friend. I’ll take care of (Y/n).”

Norman subtly led you away to get your coat. You smiled awkwardly at him as he sorted through the coats and jackets, looking for your long, black coat. You were a little nervous about the ride, unsure of his intentions. Norman was a very mysterious man. Could he be offering the ride out of the kindness of his heart? Maybe he wanted to talk further about the whole “sugar daddy” proposal or make a move., but he wouldn’t do that… right?

“It’s this one, isn’t it?” He said, opening the coat for you to put your arms through.

“Yep, thank you, Mr. Os– Norman,” you said with a nervous smile. You freaked yourself out with those thoughts.

“Oh of course, darling. Let’s get going."

He led the way to the elevator and brought you down with him to his black Rolls Royce, getting his personal driver to come along. The moment you went inside, you noticed the fresh leathery smell of the seats. It felt so much fancier than you were used to and to be completely honest, it was intimidating. It felt like you could ruin the seats just by breathing on them.

“Alright (Y/n), where to?” Norman asked, getting in the backseat with you.

You stated your address and put on your seatbelt, looking out the window. Norman kept his hands together and sat patiently in the car with you. You glanced at each other with a polite smile and it brought up conversation for Norman.

“I hope you don’t find this strange. I had to make sure you got home safe and… honestly, I also wanted to give you a taste of what my offer would provide. Rides in this car would be frequent and if you wanted to, we could go shopping. I noticed your flats were starting to peel. You don’t owe me anything, this is just… a free sample."

You glanced down at your black faux leather flats. He was right.

“I’m pretty tired… a-and I don’t want to waste your time, Norman,” you hummed, although you were seriously considering the offer of new shoes.

“Please, I insist.” Norman offered his hand to you.

You gave in and placed your hand in his. “Alright, but only because I don’t want other people to notice my shoes either,” you said with a laugh.

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#norman osborn #norman osborn x reader #norman osborn is your sugar daddy #green goblin #green goblin x reader #willem dafussy

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liltigerrose · 2 years

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Duly noted, my fluff-loving friend. *rubs fanfic writing hands together*

We need more soft/fluff Norman Osborn x readers.. what if I just wanna cuddle with him and want him to treat me nicely?!

#norman osborn x reader #green goblin x reader #norman osborn

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liltigerrose · 2 years

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“Some people tell me that my acting is over the top, but to me, one man’s over the top is another man’s engaged performance.” - Willem Dafoe, SNL

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liltigerrose · 2 years

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"Sugar Baby pt. 1"

Norman Osborn x FemReader

One shot story idea i had randomly. Its kinda short but i hope you like it anyway :)

Warnings: Age gap?

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You're living in your crappy apartment and you're underpaid as hell. You don't want to ask your friends MJ, Peter, and Harry for financial help because they're all going through their own thing. You don't want to make a habit out of borrowing money either.

After totally isolating yourself with your underpaid job and laser-focusing on your schoolwork, you finally get some time to have fun with your friends when they invite you to a small get together, possibly Harry's birthday party, at the Osborn Mansion.

You've met Harry's father a few times before, but never had a full conversation with the guy. He admired your focus for work and school, but thats all you ever heard from him.

You get there and find yourself lost in the mansion when Norman finds you and asks if you're okay. You admit to yourself that you're lost, a little overwhelmed by the party and you felt burnt out from your job and school. The sudden confession made you break down in tears at the top of the stairs on the steps.

You couldn't bring yourself to go back to the party. The thought of everyone's voices overlapping each other, the smell of everyone's perfume and cologne, and the attempts st conversation became too much to handle.

Mr. Osborn decides that he also needs a break from the party and spots you at the top of the stairs in tears. You confide in him with your problems, unsure how to deal with the emotions. Norman, being the dilf he is, comforts you and gives you a little hug.

"You're a fine young woman, (Y/n). You work harder than anyone I know. I've been working on this business for many years; I know burnout when I see it. It wont hurt you to take a day to relax."

You smile at him and give him a thanful kiss on the cheek and a hug.

"You're absolutely right, Mr. Osborn. I know you are... but I just wish it was that easy. I have to skip a meal every day just to keep my rent in check." You gently wipe a tear from your eye.

He frowns at you, gently hovering his hand over the cheek you kissed. It gives him an idea. He puts his hand on your shoulder as a sign of comfort.

"What if... I could hire you for something?"

"I don't have a lot of experience... especially not with big corporate businesses like yours," you reply.

"Well with this job, you won't need experience. You just need to be your wonderful, little self. Do you think you can do that, darling?"

You wiped your tears and nodded. "What's the job?"

He looked around to make sure nobody was around to hear him. He gestured for you to stand up with him and walk a little further down the hallway, just in case anyone downstairs could hear.

"Ever heard of a... Sugar Baby?"

#green goblin x reader #norman osborn #spiderman 2002 #norman osborn x reader #oscorp #x reader #norman osborn is your sugar daddy #willem dafussy #Sugar Baby #green goblin

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