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ddejavvu · 3 months

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pairing: norman osborn x reader | green goblin x reader

summary: the green goblin takes control at the most inconvenient of times.

cw: smut, minors dni, afab!reader, dubcon (personality switching mid-fuck), possessiveness, don't like don't read.

Norman, past the well of viciousness that had filled after his wife's passing, is a gentle lover. He'd been angry, bitter once, but finding love again has softened his jagged edges that he'd so deliberately sharpened. It's why the hair on the back of your neck raises when his hands suddenly clamp down with bruising force on your hips where they'd been loosely anchored before.

"Norman?" You call, your fingers pressing helplessly against the sweat-soaked temple of your boyfriend. As much as you want to press your fingertips to his brain matter, suck out the poison that lingers there, you can't. It's lodged inside of his head with barbed wire, and it's electrified now.

"Norman isn't here," It's your lover's voice, but more empty, bitter. It sings to you, the tones deceptively cheery, "You know who I am."

You don't respond, and a prying hand splits your jaw open, heavy fingers pressing down on your tongue where it lies inside.

"Say my name," He croons, "Say it, you know who I am, say my name."

You try, you really do, but Green Goblin is a mouthful even when there aren't long, thick fingers pressing on your tongue. Still, he accepts your answer, withdrawing his fingers and croaking out a thick, dark, "Good."

"I want Norman back," You plead, begging for mercy.

No mercy is granted.

"He's an old man," That same twisted, sadistic voice laughs, so far from Norman's own warmth, "He has to take breaks between rounds, honey. Recuperate, take a breather. But he wants to come out."

"I can hear him," the goblin laughs, pain his pleasure, distress his elation as he hovers over you, "I can feel him. He's begging to come out. He wants back at your sweet pussy," He coos in faux sympathy, "But it's my turn now. Let me see it, honey."

You do as you're told.

You don't have to; if you wanted to refuse, he'd do it himself. There's no reason for you to obey except- well, except because you want to. Because the look in Not-Norman's eyes, dark and lit up all at once, an eclipse of his psyche, sends a thrill down your spine.

"Oh," the goblin hums, tutting thoughtfully as he looks at your cunt. He's kneeling near your thighs now, no longer on top of you so that he can inspect the glistening mess between your thighs.

"He got you wet," Green Goblin muses, thumbing at the outer curve of your slit, watching as your tensed muscles nearly spasm at his touch, "But I can get you wetter, sweetheart."

#norman osborn x reader #green goblin x reader #norman osborn smut #green goblin smut #norman osborn fanfiction #green goblin fanfiction

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imagine--if · 8 months

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A/N: I've always loved Harry but I've rewatched TASM and I've gotta write for him now to fill up his tag a bit.. and cus it's hArRy 🥰 so there are more fics for him to come!! also, am I the only one who rambles when I'm nervous? I'm gonna safely assume not lol 😅 dorky readers are cuteeee

Wordcount: 460

It was interesting, to say the least, to see how the lucky few got to live in San Fransico, all the executives and bosses and CEOs gathered together for their fancy gathering poorly disguised not to look like a place to trade business and earn even more money, though their conversations always drifted back to it.

You grabbed your things together from your desk at the end of the day at Oscorp, swinging your bag over your shoulder and brushing your hair out of your face tiredly. Everyone knew by now about Norman Osborn's death, and there were a lot of contrasting opinions about his son taking over the company at such a young age. You'd never met him properly yourself, and were pretty convinced that he wouldn't be much different from the other money-makers strutting through the building and giving you more and more work to do.

That is, of course, until you walk right into the man himself when you turn around to get to the elevator.

Your eyes widen in confusion and mild annoyance until they meet the cool, vaguely interested blue gaze of Harry Osborn, who surprisingly doesn't look at you like you're something he's scraped off his shoe. If anything, he looks a little amused, raising a brow slightly as your brain short-circuits to think of a good enough excuse.

"Uh- I'm sorry, I wasn't.. looking where I was going," you say with an awkward smile, unconsciously rambling. "I was looking... that way, because... it's where I came from."

Again, instead of the look of disdain and apprehensiveness you half expected, Harry looks like he's trying not to laugh, glancing in the direction before looking back at you.

"It's okay," he says simply, a small smirk on his face, as he takes you in for a short moment. "You work here?"

You nod, smiling. "Yeah. And you do too? I mean... you're Harry Osborn, so... you're the CEO."

Harry's smirk grows. "I am, yeah."

You smile awkwardly, feeling as if the young man is searching your eyes for something, in a kind of interest or intrigue about your personality, and glance at the lift.

"I should probably..."

"Hang on," he calls after you as you go to walk away, and you turn back to see his cool blue eyes shining with curiosity... and something more that you couldn't quite identify. "What's your name?"

You tell him with a half-smile, and Harry repeats it thoughtfully, his gaze drifting for a moment before returning to you with the same intrigued smile and oddly intense stare.

"I'll see you around."

You smile, reaching the elevator. "You will?"

Harry smirks, pressing the elevator button for you as the thick glass doors seal close between you and him. "You will."

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vvaspoppie · 9 months

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Spider-Man Incorrect Quotes I gathered from watching Brooklyn 99:

Y/N: And why would I?

Green Goblin: Because I'm mentally unstable, high on bath salts and pointing a gun at you

Peter: Don't worry, the Doctor said all the bleeding is internal, which is where the blood is supposed to be.

Y/N: I can't believe you live nearby, and you won't let anyone crash at your place.

Harry: You people already know too much about me.

Y/N: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won't let any of us crash at your place.

Otto, in a lab that isn't his: No wonder you guys are such a mess! Look at this place. Half-eaten food, pictures of your families...

Y/N: Hey! What's wrong with pictures?

Otto: If you love someone, you'll remember what they look like.

Max Dillon: Looking back, I have no regrets

Y/N: You should

Peter: You should have a lot of regrets

Max: Yup

Y/N: There you go writing things down again. Like a nerd.

Gwen: I’m sorry, “writing things down” is nerdy? What do you do?

Y/N: I just forget stuff like a cool person.

Y/N: So we have good news, and we have bad news.

Harry: My Dad always said, "Bad news first because the good news is probably a lie." Fun fact: he made me cry a lot.

Y/N: Look, I know you think my judgment is clouded because I like Peter a little bit.

Otto: You just doodled your wedding invitations.

Y/N: No, that is our joint tombstone.

Otto: My mistake.

Y/N: Sometimes, boys... Just need to be boys.

Peter: You do realize Doctor Conners did thousands of dollars worth of property damage, right?

#pop se sierskrif #curt connors x reader #peter parker x reader #green goblin x reader #norman osborn x reader #incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #nwh incorrect quotes #otto octavius x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #platonic x reader #platonic incorrect quotes #harry osborn x reader

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acapelladitty · 7 months

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Green Goblin/Reader - Office Sex 📋📈 (Kinktober #2)

Summary: A lovely commission for @nygmanotnashton this fic features Norman Osborn having some 'fun' with one of his employees (w/ transmasc reader).

It all started with a mistake.

An uttering of your name through the crackling intercom as Norman Osborn, renowned businessman and your immediate boss, called you through to his office with an oddly soft and hushed tone. An error, as it turned out, on his part as his elbow had brushed the button unwittingly; a fact you were quick to discover as you scurried through the closed door to his private office and immediately found yourself face to face with the man himself, lengthy cock in hand as he reclined in his expensive leather chair to enjoy some self-pleasure.

It was difficult to tell who was more surprised, but you had to confess that his reaction time had been much smoother as you stood there with a beet red face and a shocking heat in your groin that couldn’t just be put down to shame.

“Sorry, sir! I thoug-”

“The mistake was mine. No need to apologise, but I’m afraid you’ve caught me at a disadvantage.”

“Fuck. Sorry! I didn’t mean to- I’ll just leave.”

“Wait.”

One word, the syllable dripping from his lips as a look of hunger crossed his lined face. His suit stood in disarray, the top buttons undone and tie loosened lower than would be acceptable for polite company. Handsome. But your undoing proved to be the definite twitch of his cock as he caught you glancing at it while it remained in his palm. The interest there was undeniable as he held you in place with that single word.

Wait.

To give yourself a little credit, it did take him a few more sentences to have you spread across his desk like one of the many financial paper which now lay crumpled beneath your body; the bulk of your leather shoes digging into his lower back as Norman maintained a punishing pace as he thrust himself deep within your ass.

Your fingers curling around the small jar of vaseline he kept stored within his desk drawers, his gaze is surprisingly intense as he pins you to the wood with an impressive amount of strength. His left hand pushes against your shoulder, the palm digging in to the joint, as his right hand slips up the bottom of your work shirt to grip roughly at the skin of your hip.

“Did you think when you came to work today that you would find yourself like this?” Norman asked, punctuating his words with a wicked roll of his hips as he rasped the question. “Being fucked on your bosses desk like a whore? Like one of those pretty boys that evil businessmen like to buy and use up over a long weekend away?”

“No.” You moan, tapping the back of your head against the desk as you breathe through the discomforting stretch of your mildly-prepared ass. “But I’m not complaining.”

“Damn fucking right you’re not.”

The words are a snarl, his lips tilting into a cruel smirk which makes you shudder and clench around him. It’s thrilling and dangerous and so fucking hot that you push your ass back to meet him, determined to put on a good show. His strength continues to surprise you, making you feel vulnerable in the most delicious way as he clearly finds no difficulty in keeping you locked into place as his hand drops from your hip to trail down your stomach and upper thigh, brushing the sparse hair there.

His calloused fingers stop their journey to tease the short length of your clit, the nub engorged and heightened due to the heat which flows through your veins. The sensation is almost too much and a strangled cry leaps free of your throat when his thumb brushes against the head, his cock so deeply buried within your ass that you can already feel tomorrow’s ache.

“Such a handsome boy.” Norman growls as his expression twists into something predatory, a mania alighting behind his eyes which sends a thrilling shiver down your spine. “So tight and hot around me; able to take every inch of his bosses’ cock, even as he squirms.” At the final word, he thrusts his hips flush against your ass, and you whine pitifully through clenched teeth as you adjust your hips to better adapt to the uncomfortable stretch. The vaseline helped but he was shockingly huge, definitely the biggest you’d had before, and the adjustment was only bearable due to the wicked attention he had been so willingly showing your clit and other hole.

Tension building in your core, his thrusts grew more sloppy as you clenched harder around him to pull him to his own release. The perfect employee, one who was happy to ensure the boss was pleased with his performance.

“Might keep you here.” Norman threatened, the hand which was on your shoulder suddenly shifting to wrap itself around your throat. A move which forced a pathetic moan from your lips as his rough palm pressed against your windpipe threateningly. “I could use a little toy to fuck and keep me occupied during those long, boring meetings. I could have this throat trained up in weeks, days even- if I wanted.”

The threat draws another stutter whimper from you, one which rises to a strangled whine, as he presses down hard on both your throat and your clit, the pressure enough to snap that band of arousal and you come, hard. You ass spasming around him, your free hand comes to grip his wrist as it remains atop your throat as you buck against his cock. The roar of blood in your veins has your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you moan out your orgasm, riding the residual waves of pleasure as he continues to thrust away roughly within your ass.

“Enjoy it, handsome.” Norman releases your throat slightly and his words have a teasing heat to them which is definitely pleased as he notes your enthusiastic reaction to his cock. “Because I’m not through with you yet. I haven’t enjoyed a hole this sweet in a while and I don’t plan on stopping until you’re a sobbing, fucked-out mess.”

A crack of his palm against your ass makes you cry out as you realise his threat was very real as his pleasurable assault shows no hint of slowing down.

“Let’s call it punishment for interrupting your poor boss while he was hard at work.”

#green goblin #norman osborn #green goblin x reader #norman Osborn x reader #marvel #spiderman #norman osborn x you #green goblin x you #willam dafoe #goblin

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dainty-fingertips · 2 years

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hi!!

could you write some headcanons of raimi! harry as a boyfriend, please?

Of course!! There was another user that had requested Harry as well, so here he is <33 gn!reader

hcs: dating Harry Osborn!!

Harry Osborn is a man who loves to flaunt

His wealth, his status, his education, his lover, his lover, his lover, his lover, his lo

He is all over you all the TIIIME

Harry has a couple of love languages, being gifts and acts of service

Nothing inflates his ego more than going to a gala with you at his hip

He never lets you out of his sight at those events either because he wants EVERYONE to know you’re his

“Ahh, Dr Toomes. A pleasure to see you. Have you met Yn Ln? Yes, yes. We’ve been together for quite some time.”

One of Harry’s favorite things to do is lay on his sofa with you, just close enough to be warmed by the fire, and run his fingers through your hair while he talks about your relationship

He loves to reminisce on your early days as friends and your first dates. You often poke fun at how awkward he could get and he’d get all huffy and embarrassed about it

You’d give him a kiss and tell him it only made you love him more and he’d deflate right underneath you

You often have to sit with him during his episodes. Sometimes just sitting next to him and holding his hand will be enough to distract him from his anger long enough to make him sigh and pull your head into his lap

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to get so angry around you.”

“It’s okay, Harry. You have reason to be.”

He thoroughly appreciates your patience with him

Though he’ll never admit it, he knows deep down it isn’t easy

Harry either cooks for you both or takes you out to a nice dinner!!

The absolute best though is when it’s late and you both get Chinese takeout and watch a movie together

Laying in his arms, both of you in your pajamas, eating chow mein and laughing at little things that probably weren’t intended to be funny

These things are very tender to you both and especially Harry

Your tenderness with him is something he values more than you know (more than he’ll ever let on, he’s too stubborn for that)

All in all, he’s a very sweet boyfriend

He cares for you!! So much!! And he’s so proud to have you

#harry osborn #harry osborn x reader #green goblin #green goblin x reader #marvel x reader #raimi spider man #raimi spider man x reader #spiderman x reader

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inkonapage · 1 year

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Oh, the Misery (Green Goblin and Norman Osborn/Reader) Ch.1

Gobbies a real creep and Norman is trying his best.

This was the most important job of your entire life, and you weren't about to give it up for anything. You couldn't afford too. One needed money to pay for their bills, and boy did Oscorp make that a hell of a lot easier than most dead-end jobs out there. It had been the hardest application process that you had ever gone through, maybe that anyone could ever go through, but you triumphed in the end and landed the job! Working for years to make an impact on your peers, as well as your higher-ups, it was a safe assumption to say that you were well liked among them all. Sure there were the normal fights and disagreements, but for the most part nobody had a complaint when it came to you or your behavior. That's why you were trusted with the more important tasks, and why you were given that promotion. Basically becoming Mr.Osborns personal assistant had its perks, but it also meant having less free time. While the man did his best to keep things fair for each and every one of his employees, there was only so much he could do but you never complained. Not once. No matter how many late nights you spent in your office, no matter how much sleep you lost, no matter how many coma inducing galas you had to attend too, all you did was smile and promise to get it done as soon as possible. Mr.Osborn had to much on his plate as it was and you wanted to lesson the weight on his shoulders as much as you could, even though the man himself was stubborn and insisted on doing most of it himself.

That's what lead you to being the last one in the building that night, having been there well passed closing working on a pile of paperwork that had been having a standoff with you for the passed few days. Stretching as you leaned back in your chair as you finally tamed the beast, a yawn left you before you were standing and gathering them up into your arms. Stepping out from being your desk, your feet moved on autopilot towards your bosses office as your muddled brain struggled to keep functioning. Stifling another yawn as you came to the outside of the dark wooden door, you had just been about to open it when something met your ears. Was he still here? It was well passed ten o'clock, what could he possibly be doing here this late?! Just about to open the door and demand answers, the tone in his voice had your hand hovering over the doorknob. It sounded like he was arguing with someone, his tone hushed but just loud enough to be made out from your proximity to the door, but you couldn't hear the other end. Was Mr.Osborn on the phone?

"I said no!" Norman hissed to a voice only he could hear, standing behind his desk with his hands pressed up against the glass as he glared out the window.

You know I'm right!

"I will not stand here and listen to this." he grumbled with a shake of his head, normally perfect hair now messy, "There is nothing you can say to convince me otherwise, that is not going to happen. I don't care what you say, I won't allow it!" Norman flinched back as the voice cackled in the back of his head, clearly finding his refusal amusing to say the least.

What's wrong, little Norman~? Scared to admit you want to fuck that pretty little assistant of yours into submission? Scared to admit that every time they get close, you feel like some teenager with his first crush? Unsure how to act? Barely able to keep from getting an-

"Just leave me alone-"

"Mr.Osborn?"

Oh, no...

Spinning on his heel, wide blue eyes take in your form as you walk into his office with a worried expression and a stack of papers in your arm, "(Name), what are you still doing here? I-I thought you'd gone home by now." Norman offered a smile, though it didn't quite meet his eyes, while smoothing out his suit before turning to his hair.

"I was just finishing up some paperwork... Are you alright, sir? You sounded like you were arguing with someone a moment ago?" You murmur, glancing around as if someone else would be there aside from the two of you. At the very least, he should be holding a phone! Yet, there was nothing. Not a single thing to indicate that man had been speaking to another living soul moments prior aside from what your own ears had heard.

"Sir-"

"I'm perfectly fine, no need to worry yourself about me." the man offered up a chuckle, eyes honed in on the door as you closed it with your heel and moved over to his desk to set the papers down, "Thank you for finishing these, please go home and get some rest. You've been here far to long for one day." Norman needed you out and he needed it now. With how riled up Goblin had been getting throughout their argument, it was all the man could do to keep him in control! That parasite wanted out, wanted control, and Norman was struggling to keep it for your own safety. Oh, if only you knew the kind of danger you were in.

"Mr.Osborn, sir, I don't think I should-"

"Oh, sweet thing, you don't need to think~."

Your eyes widened as you watched your boss speak, but that sure as hell didn't sound like him. Not one bit. "Sir, are you alright?" Maybe he was sick? Maybe you needed to get him to a hospital? Had he been working himself so hard lately that it was beginning to mess with his mind? There was no way on Earth your boss would ever call you something like that normally!

"No!" he snapped, a hand on his forehead while the other rested on the desk Norman now used to hold up his weight, "You need to get out! I'm n-not- I can't- He's to strong..." The man grunted in pain, hunching over as his hair fell from its position once more and added to the air of struggle that had settled in around him.

"Mr.Osborn, I'm taking you to the hospital." You'd seen enough. Walking briskly towards the man, the only reason you stopped dead in your tracks was because the air in the room grew heavy. It grew deadly. Something was wrong. Head tilting a bit as the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, everything in you was screaming for you to run out of that room and not stop until you reached the safety of your car. Why? It was just Mr.Osborn! The man had never been anything but kind and polite, a gentle man that would do anything it took to help mankind! So why were your instincts suddenly acting as if the man was some sort of beast about to tear your insides out?

Tap.

Tap, tap.

Tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap.

Honing in on the source of the sound, you realized your boss had started tapping his fingers against the wood underneath them. He had seemed so tense moments ago, so ready to bolt, but now? Not he seemed like whatever fog had been behind his eyes was now cleared away. However, that minor bit of hope you felt died in your chest as his head tilted up to look at you. Taking a half step back, there were several things wrong with the picture before you. The bags under his eyes were dramatically prominent, even from a distance, but Mr.Osborns eyes were no longer that gentle shade of blue.

Instead they were venomous green, the same color branching out in fading spiderwebs around those horrible eyes.

"Mr.Osborn?" You heard yourself whisper, voice trembling as your body forced another backwards step.

"Norman isn't available right now, but I can take a message~." That same voice from before spoke, a feral grin taking up his features as he stood to his full height. Hair a mess, shoulders squared back with a new form of confidence, he stepped out from behind the desk and began to stalk towards you. Oh, it was so precious how you backed away from him. Cowering before him as your little mind tried to put the puzzle pieces together, only to come up with a jumbled image.

"Mr.Osborn, this isn't funny-" You squeaked, the cold barrier of the door suddenly pressing against your back as you ran out of room.

"What did I just say?!" The man snarled, baring his teeth as if he were an animal as his hands slammed on the door next to either side of your head, "Come now, honey, I know you're a better listener than that~. That worm isn't here, now we get to play. Oh, I've been watching you for so long, waiting for this moment! Waiting for him to slip up enough when the two of you were all alone, it was only a matter of time." Suddenly calm, he caged you in as he was finally able to get a proper good look at you. You were just as lovely as you had been when that fool was in control, but now he could feel you. He could smell you. Someday soon, he'd taste you. The thought of you splayed out underneath him, a squirming and whimpering mess, was enough to draw a crazed titter from the man.

This wasn't Norman- it couldn't be! Sure the man had an odd sense of humor at times but this was never something he'd pull! So what was going on? What was making your boss act like this? "I don't understand..." Your voice was a soft mutter, confusion clear in your voice as the two of you locked gazes. God, those eyes...

"You and I are gonna have a little chat, dearie~." Goblin snickered, his grin showing off suddenly sharp looking canines, "You see, I can't have you leaving us. Leaving me. Norman doesn't understand what it takes to be a man, but that isn't what this is about. This is about you. About us. So here's the deal: I'm going to let you in on our little secret~." Once he did that, you'd never be allowed to leave. Not if you wanted a safe existence for you and your loved ones.

"Se-Secret?" You parroted, heart pounding in your ears as the man who had once been your boss loomed over you.

"You're a smart cookie, I'm sure you've heard of Green Goblin by now." He had been all over the news more than a few times after all, "Well, congrats honey, you're looking at him~! Who would've thought your meek little worm of a boss could be a villain? That serum of his had a nasty little setback, one that he wishes he could get rid of. Oh, but I'm the one doing the work. Giving him everything he's ever wanted, taking what we deserve!" The man snapped, baring his teeth as a sudden wave of anger took over. Blinking a bit as he watched you shrink back, Goblins head slowly tilted to the side as his green eyes seemed to flash briefly. Oh, you looked so tasty when you were scared~.

"So here's the deal, sweetcheeks." Goblin continued, a hand gripping your jaw to yank it up and force eye contact, "You're staying here, so we can keep an eye on you. We can't have you telling anyone about us, now can we~? Oh, but don't worry, so long as you behave you'll be just fine. I'd never hurt my little pet unless you begged me to do it, and someday you will." A giggle left him that quickly built into a full blown cackle, and you'd had enough.

Shoving the man -Goblin- back, your body spun around and before you knew it the office was far behind you. Practically running for your life, the only things you could hear were the sound of your footfalls and the mad cackling that faded into the distance.

#marvel #spiderman #norman osborn #green goblin #x reader #reader insert #norman osborn x reader #green goblin x reader #gender neutral pronouns

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caps-clever-girl · 2 years

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otto: darling, you are the light of my life and i love you mind, body and soul, but if you've eaten the last piece of chocolate cake i will throw you out the window.

otto: and i will NOT let norman stand outside to catch you.

norman: thats mean :(

norman: pumpkin i would always catch you.

otto: what if they had eaten the last packet of jelly babies?

norman: ...then i'd hold open the window

#norman osborn #otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #doctor octopus x reader #norman osborn x reader #green goblin x reader #idk man whatever ploy ship you want #spiderman #spiderman 1 #spiderman: no way home #spiderman 2 #txt #green goblin #doctor octopus

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esha-isboogara · 2 years

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𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓭 ♡

okay i have an obsession with old men🤨 so what mf fight me

norman osborn x maid! reader

☆MINORS YOU DONT HAVE TO GO HOME BUT YOU CANT STAY HERE !! smut, major power imbalance, kind of dub con, age gap, dirty talk, nsfw elements, female pronouns

“You should be more careful when bend down in a skirt like that my dear”. Norman pointed out , the hunger in his tone was apparent. It was taking every remaining ounce of self control he had to not pounce on you. “It leaves little to the imagination”.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Osborn. I must have misunderstood your instructions. In your message last night I thought you wanted me to dress in such a fashion”. You replied , standing up straight and clasping your hands together. “Trust me, it will never happen again Mr. Osborn”.

He smiled at you and chuckled. “Y/n , my dearest, I much rather prefer you to address me by my first name”. This was not entirely true. Hearing you speak to him like a helpless little girl always got him going. He was in control of you.

“And as for your little outfit I never said I didn’t like it”. He began to loosen his tie. “I would just hate for it to get ruined when it looks just so adorable on you.

Your gaze turned to the ground with embarrassment. You were unsure of how to respond to his comment.

“You’re just the cutest little thing aren’t you..it’s like you just wanna be stuffed full of dick hmm”?

“Excuse me sir”?

He was not going to waste another second outside of her warm cunt.

“Relax little one. I’m not going to hurt you, quite the opposite actually..i’m going to take you infront of the entirety of New York”. Norman spoke softly pressing down on her back , indicating he wanted her to bend over.

“Your ass is so perfect, my god”. he breathed , gripping a chunk of fat. He was mesmerized.

“Thank you Mr. Osborn”. She said sheepishly.

He grinded his hips into hers. “Y/n , sweetheart, i’d much rather hear you moan my name”

She groaned at the sensation. “Norman..is this allowed”? As much as she wanted him to take her right then and there she still had bills to pay.

“You don’t have to worry about any of that sweet girl. Consider it part of your job now”.

#blurb #drabble #smutty drabble #smutty blurb #norman is a dilf #norman osborn smut #norman osborn x you #norman osborn x reader #green goblin smut #green goblin x reader #willem defoe #willem defoe x reader #norman osborn #green goblin #marvel x reader #marvel smut #marvel villain x reader #esha writes

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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: no way home spoilers sorta, swearing

After getting the call from Peter, I went right to the lot where I kept my Volkswagen bus and pulled out. Drumming against the wheel, I waited in front of the Sanctum Santorium. I checked my phone but I couldn’t see anything from Peter or Stephen. Shrugging to myself, I turned up the music and waited for the teen to emerge. A knock on the passenger door had me climbing into the back and opening the door.

“Alright Pete. They should all fit in here.” My eyes narrowed as I took in the man wrapped up in what appeared to be his own mechanical arms. My eyes drifted to the other man wearing an electric engineers uniform and the man made of sand. “Someone might have to ride up front.” I muttered as I hopped out.

“I’m riding with may with one of the others. Uh, they can decide who can sit up front.” Peter moved to the side and I was frozen by who I saw.

“Norman? Norman Osborn?” The man in question turned to face me and his eyes lit up at the sight of me.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” He asked. I nodded. His face fell after a second. “But not the one I know.” He looked at Peter for confirmation and he nodded. I stepped in front of him and cocked my head.

“I know you’re not the Norman I know but damn you look the same.” He smiled sadly at me as the other men ignored the two of us and climbed into the bus. Peter patted my arm and I snapped out of my thoughts.

“They’re all in. We’re going to happys apartment.” I nodded and opened the passenger door for Norman.

“You may need to go up first to buzz us in Pete. You know Hap’s security system will alert him otherwise.” Norman got into the bus and I closed the door.

“Good idea.” Peter closed up the back. “See you there.” Peter headed over to Mays van and I got in my bus.

“How do you know me?” I asked Norman as I started driving. The music was left slightly loud so the others couldn’t hear our conversation but they were bickering amongst themselves anyway.

“You worked for Oscorp. With Octavius. He introduced us.” Norman let the sentence hang in the air, letting me draw my own conclusions.

“What happened?” My eyes flickered off the road for a second and my heart cracked at the look on Normans face. “You don’t have to…”

“You died.” I tensed at the other man’s voice. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have gone forward with the experiment. Both you and Norman warned me. I didn’t listen.” My eyes flew to the rear view mirror and met Otto’s. “You paid the price.” Norman looked out the window and I saw his fists clench out of the corner of my eye.

“For the last time Otto, I’ve forgiven you for that.” Norman ground out. “I was also responsible. I wanted (Y/N) there to record the results. I shouldn’t have asked them to be there. There…it’s both our faults. But we moved on from that.” I took one last look at the man behind me before looking back to the road. He looked guilty and grief stricken at what happened.

“I see.” I whispered. The bus grew silent as we drew near Happys apartment complex. “How do you know Norman? I thought he didn’t exist in this universe?” Otto asked. I smiled.

“He did. Once upon a time.” I shrugged. “When I was in college, he was finishing up his first PhD. He was assigned to tutor me in physics. One thing led to another and…” as I pulled up at the complex I turned to look at Norman. “He was my fiancé.” Normans eyes drifted down to my hand, where the ring still sat.

“why didn’t you get married?” The sandman asked. My eyes stayed glued to Norman.

“There was a break in at the lab where he was working.” Normans eyebrow raised. “He was stabbed. Died before anyone got there.” Norman started to reach out for me before I shook myself off and got out of the bus. “Peter has already disabled the security alarm so we can just go up.” I opened up the back of the bus and let everyone else out. Norman helped me corral them into the elevator and up to happys apartment. It was awkward as we rode up. Peter was at the door, ushering everyone in while I went to the room may was currently residing in.

“How you holding up kiddo?” She asked on my way past. I stopped for a second and shrugged, not missing the way Octavius or may looked at me.

“I’m alright.” With a fleeting glance at octavius, I smiled apologetically. “I’ll be better when everyone gets back home. No offense doctor.”

“none taken.” He shrugged as much as he could still wrapped up in the actuators. “I’ll be happier when I get back too.” I nodded and continued on my way to the room.

“If you need me.” I pointed at the room and everyone nodded. Laying back on the bed, I turned on the Tv and settled in to wait. Eventually, there was a knock on the door. “It’s open!” The door opened and Norman walked through.

“Hi.” He was playing with his hands, a habit I knew meant nervousness.

“Hey.” I sat up straighter on the bed and patted it as a silent offer for him to sit down. He shook his head.

“They’re going to test the chip on otto.” He pointed over his shoulder. “If you wanted to see.” I nodded and got up to follow him. “My cure is almost done. And I wanted to talk to you about something.” I watched him carefully before Peter grabbed my attention by forcing octavius to rise to the second level.

“After?” I pointed to the action and Norman nodded. He discreetly slipped his hand into mine and I squeezed it. We watched as everything worked and Norman joined Peter in the makeshift lab. I went back to the room and waited. After a while Norman walked in.

“All cured.” He joked as he sat down on the bed. I smiled at him and he leaned against the headboard. “I wanted to talk to you about what happens…” i shook my head.

“Norman, we can’t. Youll leave and things go back the way they are.” I bit my lip and looked away from him. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have?” Norman nodded and held his arms open. I curled up against him and that was how we fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning, he was gone.

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demons2003 · 1 year

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Marvel Villians Masterlist

Red Skull/Johann Schmidt x Reader

You Hurt Me (ao3 link) Description: You knew Johann since you were little. You have been dating since you were 18. Everyone thought it wouldn’t last but it did. Then the war broke out and he wanted Hydra to be part of it. He wanted to control the world. What happens when you see differently than your lover?

You’re Hurting me Again Description: You were getting old and slowly dying. You’d spent most of your life away from good and bad but trouble always seemed to have followed you in your life. While lying on your death bed, with your son sitting by your side, an unexpected guest enters the room. Part 2 of You Hurt me

Doctor Octopus/Dr Otto Octavius x Reader

Falling For You (ao3 link) Description: You had been working with Dr Octavius for a few months. You had noticed something weird was going on with him and being a caring person you do what you always do and ask. When you go to ask him though you overhear a conversation that he has with Peter Parker.

TBD (Male Reader)

TBD (Female Oc and Male Reader)

Norman Osborne/Green Goblin x Reader

Family Friend Description: You’ve grown up with Norman, with him being so close to your family as well as you got older, his son being close with your nephew.

Killgrave x Reader

TBD

Doctor Doom x Reader

TBD

Otto Octavius x Norman Osborne

TBD

Doc Oc x She-Hulk

Mistake Description: Doc always had something for she-hulk. But what happens when she doesn’t want his attention on her.

All Characters

Preference (ao3)

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greengoblinswifey · 2 years

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Green Goblin Headcanons

•He's the cliché hates everyone but you.

•He's cold, and sometimes he can be cold to you but he has a soft spot for you. He doesn't admit it though but deep down, you can see it in his actions.

•He often takes over from Norman to terrorize New York and Spider-Man but in the occasions he doesn't, he does it to spend time with you. To have you to himself.

•Gobby is very possessive. Norman is too but he's next level. If you're at an Oscorp gala and another man even breathes in your direction too hard, his hand is bruising your hips. He'll even pull you in for a rough kiss to prove a point.

•Sometimes he wonders how and why you're still with him considering what he's done. It's not like he'd let you leave anyway but he still wonders.

•As said before, he has a soft spot for you. He may be a psychopath but he's still a bit of a softie. After a long night of crime, if he's wounded or injured in any way, he allows you to take care of him. He wouldn't let anyone else do it.

•After you patch him up, he allows you to cuddle up next to him. He has a hard grip on your body surely to leave a bruise but you don't mind.

•He loves to degrade you. You're his dirty little whore and he's sure to let you know when he's bending you over in a lab.

•He makes sure to tell you his much of a slut you are because you're dripping wet for a criminal, him.

•When you're being a bitch or talking back, his hand wraps around your neck. He gives you a warning look along with the choking that makes your pussy throb.

•He likes fucking you rough. The kind of rough sex that will leave you sore and have Norman apologize when he regains control. The kind of rough sex that will have you sobbing from pleasure, overstimulation and a bit of pain.

•Of course, you have a safeword, one that you don't utter often but as soon as that "green" leaves your tired lips. He immediately stops what he's doing and cups your cheeks. He's running your bath and searching for any bruise he's inflicted on you. Sometimes, he even allows Norman to regain control seeing as he's better at affection.

•Accompanying his degrading kink, he also likes to praise you. On occasion, you'll hear a "such a good fucking girl" or "that's my pretty girl, you're doing so well for me." He likes to let you know you're a good girl and you're doing great.

•He loves to compliment and admire your beauty too.

•Deep down, he's scared you'll leave him even though as already established, he wouldn't let you. It's just the thought of you wanting to leave and trying it that kills him. Why would you want him anyway? Why would you want to stay with a broken, insane, psychopathic criminal like him?l

•But you love him. You don't care what happens out in the streets and what he does, you know your gobby and he'd never hurt you.

•Speaking of hurt, he'd do anything for you. He'd hurt anyone for you. Kill anyone for you. Waiter was mean? He gets a shake down and a pumpkin bomb in the face. You get rejected from a job or fired? He's flying through the place cackling and throwing bombs everywhere.

•He protects you with his life. You are everything to him and he'll be damned if he let anything happen to you. You're a once in a lifetime kind of girl.

•Oh and he has a big cock. We been knew. And he knows how to use it, he knows how to have you gripping the sheets and writhing under him. Norman is great in bed but somehow the goblin is even better.

•His pullout game is strong but sometimes he wants to cum inside you. He loves the feeling and he knows how much you do too.

•Sometimes, he watches you sleep. Not in a creepy way, but in a "how am I so lucky, how is she so beautiful, does she love me for who I am, I need to protect her" kind of way.

•He always thought he was too cold, evil and incapable of love until he met you, you changed him, he's not as ruthless as he was before you and it scares him. "What is this woman doing to me?"

•He loves that you know him well. He finds it hot how you can immediately tell when he takes over even when he pretends to be Norman.

•You're obviously not allowed to go with him on his rampages in the city but one night, you disobeyed him and followed him, and you were so close to being seriously injured or possible dying if it weren't for him swooping in and grabbing you on to his glider.

•He yelled at you, not because he's angry--well he is but more scared and worried. You yell back asking him why it mattered to him and he yelled back "because I love you," there's a short pause, "and I can't let anything happen to you."

•Tears collected in your eyes and you told him that you loved him back. After you're home, he lays you on the bed and kisses you all over and for the first time, you don't fuck, you made love to each other

•He's sweet to you when he wants to be. He's unpredictable, one minute he's all over you, the next he's burying himself in work or some master plan to defeat Spider-Man.

•He wasnt affectionate until he met you, he's changed in some ways for you and he'll do anything to make you happy, even if it's illegal.

A/N: this is my first headcannon posted on my wattpad paulwalkerswidow22 xx

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obsession (9)

pairing ➵ norman osborn x reader

summary ➵ a slip of the tongue, regret and guilt. y/n’s actions have consequences, one that she may not be able to remedy this time.

warnings ➵ swearing, that’s about it

words ➵ 1748

other parts ➵ part one, part eight

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She stood with her head craning upwards, eyes shut as the hot water washed over her. It was a much-need release, the stinging heat almost comforting. Hot steam engulfed her senses, fogging her mind as well as the bathroom. She ran her hands over her forehead and through her hair, pushing the water off her face and down her back.

She had no idea how long she had been in the shower, maybe twenty minutes, maybe longer. Her fingers had started to wrinkle, skin burning from the hot temperature. It didn’t bother her though, as it felt nice compared to the guilt that was plaguing her.

Regret, guilt, the two emotions twisted inside her, making her feel nauseous. She wished she had reacted differently, wished she had taken a moment to clear her head before acting without thinking. It was her most fatal flaw, her inability to think before acting, as it did nothing but hurt the people around her.

His lips connected with her neck, a soft sigh leaving her lips as his hands roamed her body. He was gentle with her, something she didn’t expect from him. After years of hearing his stories of one-night stands, and girlfriends he had spent countless nights with, she would’ve never guessed Harry would be so tender with his touches.

The dress she had been wearing was now bundled up by her waist, her underwear on full display as Harry’s body pressed against hers. She gasped as his hardened cock rubbed against her core through her panties.

Harry dipped his head into the crook of her neck, sighing as he closed his eyes, embarrassed. “Sorry” he huffed, almost laughing as he spoke.

Y/N placed her hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look at her. She pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a rough and sloppy kiss. It was a way for her to shut him up, she didn’t want to think of anything else right now, nothing but the feeling of his skin against hers. Harry kissed her back, as he had done before, believing the kiss was an indication that he had nothing to be sorry for.

Did this make her a bad person? The thought crept into her mind in a flash of red-hot guilt. Maybe it did. No, she knew it did. Using Harry, her best friend, the person who had been there for her when no one else was, the person who forgave her after she did something unforgivable, the son of the man she craved, the man she had fallen in love with, it made her sick that she was doing this. Yet, she didn’t stop.

She squeezed her eyes shut even more in an attempt to block out these thoughts, her face scrunched up in an unattractive way. But Harry didn’t notice, too busy, too distracted by the feeling of his lips against hers.

His lips found their way back to her neck, leaving soft kisses across her skin. Y/N focused on this feeling, blocking out the guilt that had settled safely into the pit of her stomach.

She let herself get lost in the moment, the sensation that was building up inside her. This feels good, she told herself, I can enjoy this. A soft sigh left her lips once more, and Harry used this as an indication to go further, something she needed him to do.

The hand that had been resting firmly on Y/N’s waist had slowly begun to travel down her body, gripping at her thigh once he reached the bare flesh.

“Norman” She moaned. Harry removed himself from the position above her almost instantly. The look of hurt, disdain, anger on his face made Y/N realise what she had just said.

“What did you just say?” Harry asked. Although he knew what had been said, but in his state of shock and anger, he had to ask, to make sure.

“Harry, I..” Y/N stammered, at a loss for words, as if she were trying to think of a good excuse as to why his father's name just left her lips. However, it was enough of an answer.

Harry stood up from the bed in one quick motion, looking down at where Y/N had now sat up on the bed. “Fucking hell” His voice was raised, “Are you fucking kidding me?”. He didn’t know what else to say in that moment, feeling nothing but anger.

Y/N swung her legs off the side of the bed, standing to her feet. “Harry, I’m sorry, I-“

“Don’t you dare say you’re fucking sorry!” He cut her off, raising his voice now to point of yelling. “I’m so fucking sick of you apologising. Over and over, when you’re obviously not fucking sorry!” Every use of the word ‘fucking’ made Y/N’s heart hurt, feeling the pain and anger that she had caused him. Tears started to cloud her vision, watching as Harry paced at the end of the bed, collecting his thoughts and his words.

“I really thought you betraying my trust, more than once, was the worst that you could do. But this” He gestured to the bed, “Using me, manipulating the feelings I have for you, to what? To get over him?” He refused to speak his father's name, just the mere thought of the word making him infuriated.

Y/N took a step closer to where he stood, “That’s not what I was doing, that’s not what…“ she couldn’t think of a lie, because that’s what she doing, lying. And Harry knew that. He was getting good at telling when she lying.

Harry took a step back as he spoke, cutting her off once again. “I swear to God, Y/N, if you lie to me one more fucking time” His eyes bored into her, his pointer finger raised as he shook his hand. Y/N swallowed the last thought she had, mouth dry as her mind went blank. She had nothing to say. Harry sighed in frustration, dropping his hand back by his side. “You are a shitty person, Y/N” He lowered his voice, but his tone stayed stern. “And you are you bad fucking friend”.

Misspoken, a Freudian slip is all that it took to shatter what was left of their friendship.

Tears streamed down her face, hidden carefully behind the water from the shower, unnoticed if she hadn’t had bloodshot eyes. Why was she allowed to cry? She asked herself. She was the one who was at fault, she was the one who had once again hurt someone close to her. So why, was she crying? Guilt, maybe? Maybe it was out of pity, maybe in reality she felt sorry for herself. Or maybe, it was because everything Harry said was true.

She was a shitty person, and she was a bad friend. Going back, time and time again to the man she swore, that she promised Harry she would stay away from. Lying constantly, breaking the trust of her closest and dearest friend. Then yes, manipulating his feelings for her to try and forget about the man she loved. Norman.

He was still there, imprinted on her mind like a wine stain. His name, his face, the way he spoke, the way he felt, the way he made her feel. He was impossible to erase, that much she was now sure of. No matter how hard she tried, no matter what she did, who she hurt, he was still there.

A sob escaped her, too loud to be drowned out by the sound of the shower. But that didn’t matter, there was no one around to hear it. She was all alone once again.

More time passed, and the water began to run cold, indicating it was time to get out and re-join the mess she had caused. Wrapping a towel around her body, she slowly made her way out of the bathroom and through her apartment.

Any sign that Harry had been there was now gone, as if he never existed in her life.

Although she had lived by herself for a year by this point, It had never felt so empty. Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat as she ignored the urge to cry again, walking towards her bedroom and blocking out the sight of a missing person.

It looked different, her bedroom, although nothing had changed since she stood here only an hour prior. It was the feeling it emulated, it was an unpleasant feeling, tainted by what had just happened.

Her eyes scanned the four walls in front of her, looking for nothing but something to ground her. Nothing. Everything felt wrong, out of place. Even her bed, which still sat untouched against the wall, looked foreign. Panic started to settle in, her breathing becoming unsteady and uneven.

Everything felt as if it were moving in slow motion, the world around her feeling as if it were crumbling beneath her. Every movement she took was a struggle, her breathing beginning to hurt with each shallow breath. Getting dressed felt like a chore, as did brushing her hair. The pain was welcoming to her, much like the hot water was, she deserved this feeling.

She couldn’t stand being in her bedroom longer than she needed, instead opting for the living room where she plopped herself down on the sofa where Harry had been sleeping there nights before. The wall in front of her, behind the TV, seemed to fade into nothing as she stared blanking at the white paint. What else was there for her to do but sit in her own suffering.

Her knee bounced as she chewed on her finger, anxiety was settling in. She needed to distract herself, needed to do something, anything.

She reached for the phone that sat next to her on the coffee table, the sound of buttons being pressed being the only thing heard in the empty apartment. She pressed the phone to her ear, still her knee bouncing, still biting her finger.

The phone rang, each ring making her feel uneasy and anxious. This was a bad idea. A terrible idea, she told herself. Yet, she didn’t put the phone down, she didn’t hang up. Instead, she waited, waited until the final sound before the click.

“Hello?” His voice spoke low and rough, as if he had been asleep.

“Can I come over?” She asked, sighing as she closed her eyes, waiting for a response from the man she was so deeply infatuated with.

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authors note ➵ the long awaited return

i firstly just want to start off by saying i’m sorry. sorry that it took me so long to update this fic, sorry that i have been so m.i.a these past few months. my mental health as declined to a point that it never has, i’m at the lowest i have ever been. however, i am getting help, i’m on new meds and seeing a few doctors to make sure i get out of the shitty state i am in.

secondly, i just want to say thank you. thank you all for your continued support, not just of this story but of me as well. i have received so many messages over these past long months of love and care, people wishing me well and hoping that i am getting better. you don’t have any idea how much all of those mean to me, and how much they brightened my mood whenever i read them. so from the bottom of my heart, thank you all so much. i love you guys so much.

anyways, enough of that sappy shit. i hope you enjoyed this chapter, even though it’s a lot shorter than any other chapter in this series. i thought the best way to reintroduce the story was to start to short, but don’t worry, following chapters will be back to the their normal length :)

i’m sure there are only a few left now, and i will be back to updating as regular as i can.

thank you again <3

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imagine--if · 9 months

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Okay but after watching TASM 2 I am severely tempted to write some stuff for Harry Osborn because

BECAUSE

(EDIT: Here's one I've just done 😁)

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theaawalker · 4 months

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His Little Lamb [ HARRY OSBORN ]

chapter I. meeting

Pairing: Harry Osborn x Demetra Jones Series: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 Song Inspo: Perfect by One Direction Word Count: 1,001 Summary: Demetria Jones is your classic model citizen. Smart, helpful, organized, sophisticated, and above all innocent. But that changes when she gets a new boss, Harry Osborn. She's not looking for trouble, but that might be what she's in for. Unless, maybe, she can change Harry... that is, if he doesn't change her first. Warnings: mentions of family death Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

I thankfully made it to the meeting on time. Taking my seat in the far-off row to the right, I took out my work tools and set them out accordingly on the meeting table. It was so weird being back here after Mr. Osborn's death. Ever since the tragedy we've all taken some time to 'mourn.' But, to be honest, I'd rather much be at my job, working it off, than off partying at a club or sulking at home over my deceased boss.

As the board room started to fill up, I started to get nervous. At any time my new boss could come through the door, and I hate not knowing when. Based on the news, Norman's son, Harry Osborn, will be taking over as CEO of Oscorp. My feelings are still undecided, but I have this ache in my gut that says he's trouble. I spent all night doing research on him, and apparently, his father shipped him to boarding school at eleven and since he's gotten out he's been nothing but a modeling playboy.

If this is true, then I've got my hands full here.

I checked my watch; he was two-minutes late. Everyone else was there but him, even Menken, who would be sitting on his right at the end of the table. I've never been late for anything, so I'm not impressed. Finally, in walked a young man with a brown comb-over, blue eyes that were lit up like reflecting marbles, pointy ears, and pale skin that matched his pink lips. To fit his appearance, he was also acquiring a dark blue suit, grey vest, and a brown tie. As he took his seat at the beginning of the table, I wondered how one guy can pull off so many colors. Then I remembered he was with a model.

This was him, this was Harry Osborn.

"Harry," Menken started once Harry was seated, "OsCorp's been under intense public scrutiny in the wake of Dr. Connor's recent uh... breach of trust."

Harry twirled some kind of drive in his hand as he replied. "You mean people are pissed off cause he tried to turn everyone in New York City into giant lizards."

Menken paused, as if he was about to disagree but changed his mind. "Given that...all the animal hybrid programs he was involved in were destroyed to restore investor confidence."

"Ah, that is the Osborn way." Harry spun his chair to face Menken. "Whatever's inconvenient around, here just get rid of it, right?"

Still, Menken pushed, "Much of that scrutiny may fall on you now. We felt that plausible deniability was your best option."

"Sure, sure. I get it." The young CEO looked at the drive again. "Twenty-year-old kid, two hundred billion-dollar company. What was Dad thinking? I mean, you're all lawyers, right?" He looked around the room, earning awkward looks. "Surely someone must have questioned his sanity in the end." This time he was speaking indirectly to Menken, and everyone knew it. "Someone must have thought about having him declared legally incompetent, it would have made this conversation a lot easier..."

"Harry..." Menken started but was quickly interrupted.

"It's Mr. Osborn." Harry sternly corrected him. "We're not friends." I didn't have to be near them to know they were giving each other hateful looks. I scooted closer to get a better look at their expressions, and, with my entwined fingers, accidentally knock my pen off the table.

'Dang!' I internally said. I slowly lowered my head in a pathetic attempt to cover it up. A cold, lasting ache echoes through my stomach as I feel eyes from all directions fall on me. I hoped they'd be professional and just carry on, but, of course, that wasn't the case.

"Hi," Harry's voice sang. I looked up and there, sitting in the first chair, was my future boss. He stared into my eyes with a smile that only grows when he sees all of my face. I was wearing my glasses, so I could only imagine how nerdy I looked. "You were my father's economic analyst, right?"

"Mm-hmm." I nod.

"What's your name?" He asked, using a not soft but low tone. Almost like a snake talking to its prey.

"Demetria," I replied, refusing to speak back in the same tone.

"Demetria..." he repeated. And what came next, made my heart skip a beat. "From now on, everybody at this table works for Demetria, because Demetria works for me. Would anyone like to speak up?" An uncomfortable silence spread around the board room table. "Well, good. Then you can all keep your jobs a little longer."

Just then, a man, I'm guessing his butler, entered to speak to Harry. They were whispering and were hard to hear from my distance. But by the look on Harry's face, it wasn't something he had expected. I sensed a bit of remorse, and even sadness, in his face.

To mask it, he returned the topic to me. "Demetria, I want to see every file on this list. Every single one." Harry got up and followed the butler out of the room. And just like that, he was gone.

| EARLIER THAT WEEK |

I had had such a rough morning, which is a rare thing for me. Usually, I'm fresh and ready to tackle the day. But today was different, my boss, Norman Osborn, was dead. He was actually my idol growing up. I always saw him as like a king of a castle, and I suppose I was lucky enough to work in it while he was alive.

But now that he's gone, things are gonna be different around Oscorp. There is no doubt in my mind walking through those doors is gonna become a burden in a matter of weeks.

Just as I neared the elevators, and spotted an open one, I bumped into Alistair Smythe the douchebag, making my shoulder bag slip from my grasp and onto the floor. "Watch it, Jonesy!" He scolded. I was quick to pick up the stray papers and skidded to the elevator. "Oh, hold that!" To my surprise, someone holds the elevator doors open for me. "Thank you, you're a gentleman. Most people would have just let the doors close."

"Yeah, well, most people don't notice other people." He said, which I found very true.

"What floor, please?" K.A.R.I, the automated elevator system, requested.

"Um, sixty-three..."

"I got it," said the stranger. "What is it?"

"Uh, sixty-three," I told him, which he repeated to K.A.R.I.

"Thank you," I said once again.

I thought that was gonna be the end of our discussion, but he bickered on. "Um...I'm uh...Max. Max Dillon."

"I'm Demetria. Nice to meet you." I said as our eyes met.

"Nice to meet you." He replied uneasily. I could tell he wasn't used to attention.

"Is it your birthday?" I referred to the flyer in Max's hand.

"Oh, yeah! Well, I...a friend of mine made this flyer. I'm having a birthday party in a big club, a lot of celebrities." It didn't take a trigonometry major to know he was fibbing.

But, out of pity, I played along. "Wow."

"I would like to invite you, it's just that the guest list is closed." I doubted that completely.

"Oh, got it. Well, thank you, anyway." I see Max notices the news on the elevator monitor about Spider-Man saving people from a fire. I'm personally not a big fan, but admire his heroism and watch as well.

"It must be cool, huh?" He commented. "To have the whole world look at you like that. You know, Spider-Man saved my life one time. Out of all the people in the whole city, he saved me." He put a hand to his chest as if honored. "He said he needed me."

"Sounds like a nice guy." I've never met Spider-Man before because I prefer not to get involved with complicated situations. But I doubt I'll need saving anytime soon. I mean, it's not like I'm in danger... at least not anymore.

"Floor sixty-three," K.A.R.I announces just as the elevator stops and the doors open.

"Oh, it was nice to meet you, Max." I give him one last glance before stepping out of the elevator and heading down the hall to the board room.

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dainty-fingertips · 2 years

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Oneshot/headcanon requests open!

Specifically for Spider-Man, since that’s my current fixation 💪

Characters I will will write for:

Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

Norman Osborn/Green Goblin

Max Dillon/Electro

Adrian Toomes/Vulture

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Harry Osborn

Montana/Shocker

Alex O’Hirn/Rhino

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

And I will write for any sort of media! This includes 60s - modern, live action and animated ❤️

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wtfhasmy-lifecometo · 2 years

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Torn Between

Pt.3

Requested: @my-lady-greensleeves

This is the last part and I really do hope you like this all ❤️ thank you for your faith and patience in me xx

This was, not what you were expecting, Otto’s breath hitched in his throat, you didn’t know what to think anymore, your voice muffled by the soft sweater that Otto was wearing, this kept you from sobbing even harder yet you could feel it all washing down onto you, making you want to cry harder, but you couldn’t, not now.

There was a second of silence before you heard a sigh of relief, “oh my dear, that’s nothing to be so upset over, I’ve actually felt the same way for quite some time.” Your breath hitched, you couldn’t believe it, Otto felt the same?! Your happiness cut short when you realized you still had more to confess, you looked up to see Norman sitting close by, running his hand on your back, attempting to sooth you to a degree. “Well, I… that’s where this gets more hard and confusing for me, and this is- this is where it gets much more difficult and sc- scary” your hiccups now present, “I’m, I’m also in love with you… Norman.” His hand stopped for a split second, before returning to its place.

Both of them looked at each other, both taken aback, you could feel Otto bring you even closer, “my darling… I’m not too sure why you didn’t tell us sooner, this is absolutely nothing for you to be upset about, if you had noticed, you’d see that we both feel this way, but I understand your hesitancy on this subject, it’s perfectly normal.” Otto did most of the talking, Norman sat back at let it happen.

“Sweetheart, as Otto said, this is nothing to be this way about, and, he is correct, I feel the same way about you too.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you never thought this would happen, moreover this being a pathway to them also confessing. “I, I don’t know what to say, I, what do we do now?” You looked between the two of them, giving them quizzical gazes. “Weeellll, you could continue sitting here, upset and crying, ooorrrr you could make this situation become a real thing. It’s all up to you sweetheart.” Norman gave you a cheesy yet sweet grin, which in return, you gave him the same smile. “I guess I can say that I’d love to have you both as mine… as long as you would be alright with that, especially when it comes to sharing me.”

Your giggle causing a domino effect on them, as they had started giggling too, Otto was softly running his hand through your hair, you looked up at him to see his face contort into an expression, one of deep thought, “well, I’m not exactly one for sharing, neither is Norman, but I’m sure we can come to an agreement.” He looked down at you, giving you a toothy smile and a wink. Laughter erupting from your belly that you couldn’t help, you pulled yourself together and gave them both a kiss on the cheek, making them both blush like a madman. “Now that I’ve calmed quite a bit, what do you both say I make us some late night snacks, we fully talk this through, and you guys can stay the night since it’s going on 11 o clock at night.” And with that, your thoughts were no longer scathing ones, they were happy ones, you finally can breathe and be happy.

#norman osborn #norman osborn x reader #otto octavius fluff #otto octavius x reader #doc ock #doc ock x reader #green goblin x reader

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