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myveryownfanfiction · 8 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

requested by @illiana-mystery Request from @urfriendlywriter: moving to gasp for air, but the other still leans in, eyes closed, lips parted, absolutely wanting more!!! A string of saliva connecting each others lips!!!

tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @salemwitch96, @ghostlypie

warnings: swearing

Norman and I stumbled into the mansion, hands all over ever other. My fingers dug into the slick black dress shirt he was wearing and he moaned as his hands slipped down to my butt. I followed his intent and pressed my hips into his. Norman dug his fingers into my ass appreciatively.

“upstairs?” He breathed out as we broke apart for a second. I shook my head.

“I can’t spend the night.” I broke the news to him. Norman whined in disappointment. “I have to get up super early for work tomorrow and it’s not fair to you.” Norman opened his mouth to retort but I kissed him quickly. “It’s not fair to you. I’m going to have to leave in an hour or so.” Norman frowned at me before burying his head in my shoulder. I smiled as I ran my fingers through his hair, eyes closing at the way he shuffled slightly to get closer to me.

“Couch then?” He asked, pulling back and blue eyes shining. I nodded.

“couch.” I agreed. Norman squeezed my ass again before kissing me deeply. He expertly walked me back into the library and laid me out on the couch in front of the fireplace. Norman settled over me and cupped my cheeks before he started to kiss me again. “Norman.” I moaned. I felt him gently grind his hips against mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“don’t do that.” Norman growled. “Make me want to keep you here all night otherwise.” I giggled as Norman ran his nose along my jawline before pressing his lips to mine again. I caught a glimpse of my watch over his shoulder before he did. I let him continue on, deepening the kiss and taking away my breath. Making a small sound of protest, I pulled away, gasping for air. Norman followed me, lips parted and eyes still closed. I licked my lips slightly, severing the strand of saliva that connected us.

“Norman.” I breathed out. “I have to go.” Norman opened his eyes and let his head fall onto my shoulder. “I wish I could stay. But…” Norman kissed me gently.

“I know.” He groaned as he climbed off me. Holding out his hand for me, Norman sighed. “One of these days we’re going to get the timing right.” I laughed as I took his hand and let him pull me off the couch.

“hopefully soon.” I teased. Norman led me to the door and gave me another kiss before opening the door. “See you tomorrow?” He nodded as he leaned against the door.

“Until tomorrow my love.” He confirmed, kissing me quickly before I broke off and rushed out to the car to head home.

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greengoblinswifey · 2 years

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His Cherry- Norman Osborn x Fem!Babysitter!Reader

Summary: You're his cherry. His addiction and he can't get enough of you.

Warnings: Praise kink, Daddy Kink, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Cheating, Age Gap, Oral sex(f+m receiving), dirty talk, Kinda rough sex, dirty talk, mentions of anal.

A/N: I'm a huge lana stan and I was listening to Cherry last night and it inspired me to write this :)

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Of course it was wrong but in Norman's eyes, wrong was always right. His marriage be damned, from the moment he saw you, he knew he needed to have you and from the moment you saw him, you wanted him to be your daddy. You were his cherry, he called you that because cherries were his favourite fruit and he was addicted to you both. You weren't just his four year old son's babysitter, you were so much more. His plaything. His little slut. His cherry. To soften your guilt you always told yourself his and Emily's marriage was on the rocks before you entered the picture. She was unfaithful first and they only stayed together for Harry.

It was a typical day for you at the Osborn mansion. After much hassle, you finally got Harry down for a nap and just as you did, the large front door slammed, signaling Emily's departure. As soon as the door slammed, Norman pounced on you like a predator hungry for its prey and pushed you against the wall. He pinned your arms above your head and kissed you hungrily. You relished in the taste of his favourite fruit and mint on his tongue as it brushed over yours before eventually sucking on it.

"I missed you my little cherry," he said into the kiss.

"Mm- we had sex in your car yesterday," you chuckled.

He moved to your neck, sucking and licking as you shivered and moaned at the sensation. This had been your routine for a few months. He was your drug and you were addicted. You couldn't keep your hands off him and he couldn't keep his hands off you. He fucked you against every door and on every surface in his mansion. Who knew a married man could be this irresistible?

By the time he was done with your neck, it had a trail of hickeys you'd probably have to cover up later. He hiked up your red and white flower dress and smirked seeing that you had on no panties underneath.

"My dirty cherry. No panties and you're dripping down your thighs," he mocked. You whined in response as kneeled and licked your thighs wet with your slick then moved up to your pussy.

"Oh daddy, right there!" you whimpered. He flattened his tongue on your pulsing clit and lapped at it slowly before speeding up the pace of his skilled tongue. "So sweet my cherry, and you're all mine," he groaned. You loved how demanding he was--how he exerted his dominance. It was only right you called him daddy, and the fact that he was older and rich topped it off. He was never afraid of claiming you as his even though there was no legality binding you. In his eyes you were his.

His mouth practically engulfed your pussy. He wanted to devour you, make love to your-- no, his pussy. You gripped his slicked back hair tightly as your legs turned to jelly. Your eyes squeezed shut and all you could focus on was the way he was eating you out. Licking your pussy from your entrance to your clit then pushing his tongue inside you.

"Just like that daddy, fuck," you cried out, tears now forming in your eyes. His tongue now focused on your clit, flicking it and nipping softly as he put one of his long fingers inside you.

"So tight and wet," he purred. It was almost embarrassing hearing how wet you were and your own moans but with your daddy, you had nothing to be ashamed of. He loved every sound your body made and he prided himself in making you so wet he could hear the squelching.

He pumped his finger in and out of you as you mewled daddy and tugged on his hair. He curled his finger inside you as he continued to suck on your nub. "Daddy! Fuck, daddy! I'm- I'm gonna cum," you whimpered. He sped up his movements, pumping his finger inside you faster and rougher. "Cum for me my pretty cherry," he commanded.

Your back arched off the wall, tears streamed down your cheeks and your pussy gushed into his mouth as he continued finger fucking you and lapping at your clit. He licked and slurped every drop before pulling his finger from your pussy. "Good girl. Such a good girl for daddy." He stood up and smeared the wetness that was on his finger on your lips before licking it off. You captured his tongue in a messy kiss, greedily going deeper to taste yourself.

"Daddy please, I want your cock so bad," you begged, pulling away from the kiss.

"Being greedy gets you nowhere my cherry, you know that. Now get on your knees and show me how bad you want daddy's cock," he said. His eyes were dark with lust and his cock strained against his dress pants. Keeping your eyes up at him just the way you knew he liked it, you unbuckled his pants and pulled it down along with his boxers. His painfully hard erection sprang free. Precum leaked from the pink tip and you practically drooled.

He took his bottom lips between his teeth as you licked from the base to the tip. Your tongue ran over the slit, sucking the precum off before taking half of him into your mouth. Using your hands, you stroked the rest of his cock you couldn't fit in your mouth but he was having none of it. He took your hands off and thrusted into your mouth making you gag.

"Just like that princess. Choke on daddy's dick. You look so pretty when you do," he groaned. He moaned at the dazed and lustful look in your innocent eyes. Those innocent eyes that easily fooled his wife. You pressed your hands on his thighs and he stopped his movement, allowing you to move your head on your own. You sucked the sides, making love to his cock as he did your pussy. You spat out the saliva and precum on his balls, and took them each into your mouth, humming and sending vibrations throughout his body.

He felt his balls tighten and his cock twitching but he wanted to cum inside your pussy first. To fill you to the brim and breed you. He pulled you up from your knees and kissed you sloppily.

"Do you want daddy's cock now?" he asked.

You looked up at him towering over you and nodded frantically. Your clit was throbbing profusely and you needed his cock for the feeling to subside.

"Use your words cherry," he said.

"Yes daddy. I need your big cock so bad. Please fuck me," you pleaded, throwing your arms around his neck.

He seemed to be satisfied with your answer and he lifted you up, pulling your dress back up again. You wrapped your legs around him and as you did, he slowly lowered your quivering pussy onto his long cock.

"Daddy!" you mewled, "stretching me so much, you're so big." He slammed you down on his cock fully, giving his sweet cherry no time to adjust to his size. No matter how many times he fucked you, you couldn't get used to how big his dick was. He moved your thighs over his forearms and began pounding into you, leaving you moaning and unable to speak.

"Awww, my poor little cherry. Can't even form a single word, you're so cute," he chuckled.

His strength aided him in walking to his master bedroom and fucking you as he did. He walked with you pass Harry's room where he was sound asleep and arrived at his, his cock still rutting in and out of you as you moaned in his ear.

He sat down on the edge of his bed and fucked up into your warm, gushing pussy. You were so wet that your juices were all over his forearms.

"God, I'll never get tired of this pussy. Daddy loves it so much. You were made for daddy," he smirked.

"Oh fuck! Da-daddy, I'm gonna cum," you whimpered. You buried your face into his neck as he thrusted up into you roughly, brushing against your cervix as he did. As he hit your cervix, your orgasm washed over you like a wave. You mewled daddy continuously as tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks and he fucked you.

He stood up and placed you on your stomach. You tried to get on all fours but you were too weak to do so.

"It's ok my cherry, stay just like that. Daddy will take care of you," he said. You absolutely adored when he told you he would take care of you. It made your pussy clench around nothing.

He slammed back into you, the new position making you wetter and creamier than the last. He got even harder, watching your ass jiggle as he fucked you from behind. Later, he'd lube you up and fuck you in it, hard. He was thrusting into you, making the bed shake and your stomach began to hurt from the impending orgasm.

"Clenching around daddy's big cock so well. Cum for daddy princess," he groaned, mesmerized by his cock moving in and out of you. At his command, your pussy squirted onto his cock.

"Oh God! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" you screamed. The orgasm made you shake and your eyes turned white. He placed a kiss on your back before putting one foot on the bed.

Norman easily slipped back into your soaked pussy, ready to have his own intense orgasm. His strokes were hard, animalistic as his mind tried to grasp how tight you were squeezing him. He squeezed your ass cheek and moaned, watching as his cock came out sloppier than when it went inside you.

"God," he moaned, "I know you're ovulating but daddy has to cum inside you." Your mind was too fuzzy and focused on pleasure to protest. You just laid there and allowed him to use you, as you should.

"Gonna cum and you're gonna take daddy's cum in this tight pussy. Can't wait to see you swollen with my babies," he groaned, rolling his hips. You moaned in response, drooling all over the stain sheets.

"Tell me how bad you want it. Beg me to put a baby into you cherry," he growled.

He didn't need to repeat himself. "Please! Please daddy, want you to fill me up so bad, please cum inside me, fill me with all your babies. I'm all yours daddy. Please make your cherry a mommy," you cried.

That did it or him and long ropes of his white cum spurted inside your pussy. You moaned, feeling the warm stickiness fill your walls. He stayed inside your pussy, allowing you to milk him of all he had. He was serious about breeding you.

"Oh fuck," he moaned, "that's it cherry, milk your daddy's cock, it's all yours. Take all of it."

He was about to fall on top of you before he stopped himself. He slipped out and you whined at the loss of him but you were content again when he laid on the bed, pulled you on top of him and buried his cock deep inside you.

"Daddy's gonna keep his cock inside you my pretty cherry. Can't let any of daddy's cum go to waste and then later, daddy's gonna fuck your tight little ass."

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charliedawn · 1 year

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Hi! I liked your fic with Ultron, I was glad to know that you are writing for him. If everything is fine, may I request a continuation of "How would they react if you were to marry someone else?", but with Ultron?

I decided to add Venom, Otto and Norman because...I love villains. 😂

"So...You chose him ?", Ultron asked before giving a disdainful glance at your partner.

He was unworthy of you. A fleshing. A nothing. You had been created for him. And yet, you had chosen an Earthling as your spouse. How shameful...And how wrong of you.

"You will come to regret your decision...", he warned you—but you shrugged.

"You never even tried to love me. He does."

He restrained a mocking laugh at your claim before his red eyes stared at you and you gritted your teeth at his mocking expression.

"And you do ?"

A shiver ran down your spine and you tried to appear confident as you took a step forward, red eyes meeting red eyes.

"I will marry him. And there's nothing you can do to stop me.", you told him with a serious expression. But, Ultron wasn't convinced. He huffed a laugh before taking another step forward, so you had to crane your neck up to even see his expression.

"Don't. Test me.", he said in a low and threatening voice and you knew he would kill everyone in the room if you kept pushing. You hadn't even invited him. He had decided to stride in and ruin everything—like always. He had made so much ruckus that you hadn't even succeeded in uttering the two important words to seal the marriage.

You wanted to escape fate. But, Ultron wasn't going to let you go so easily. You knew that. And yet...You wanted to try. You turned back towards the priest and opened your mouth.

"I..." Before you could even say I Do, he had covered your mouth to muffle any other sound you might be willing to make. He then took your soon-to-be husband by the throat and grinned at the terror in your eyes.

"The only one who you will ever be able to say 'I do' to, will be me...Understood ?"

Your eyes watered and you nodded begrudgingly. You had no choice. Maybe Ultron had been relieved of any ounce of humanity he ever had, but you hadn't. He smirked and released your husband's windpipe, only to use a metallic claw to pin the priest to his altar.

"Now...I want us to make it official. Come on, darling...", he leaned forward and chuckled darkly in your ear. "~Say yes."

"EDDIE ! Y/N IS GETTING MARRIED !"

Eddie ignored Venom. He didn't have the energy to talk right now. He just wanted to go and crawl to die in a hole. He wanted to drown his sorrow in chocolate sirup and burgers. But, Venom wouldn't let him.

Venom appeared into view and threw the bag of nachos he had in hand to the floor.

"EDDIE !"

Eddie finally raised his eyes to look at the gooey creature before him with an emotionless expression, and even Venom was surprised by the lack of reaction of his vessel.

"What ?", he asked with an unreadable expression and Venom knew at that moment that Eddie was in no playing mood.

"...Are you...Are you really going to let it happen ?", the entity asked with a little hesitancy before staring at his human vessel with something akin to worry.

Venom had never sounded or looked so small...His head peaked from underneath his coat and Eddie's jaw twitched. It seemed that even Venom could feel the storm brewing within him. He had never felt Eddie so upset, and it worried him.

You used to always be there to keep his emotions in check, but Eddie had pushed you away by hiding his feelings from you.

And now ? He had no idea what to do. One side of him was telling him to leave you alone. The other was screaming to be let out and stop what was about to happen before it was too late.

"What are we going to do, Eddie ?", Venom insisted and for the first time, it was Eddie who summoned him—covering his body and leaning into his strength as he all but growled out.

"Bring back our happiness..."

Eddie then jumped out the window and ran with the invitation he had received that very morning in his hand. He wouldn't pass out on another opportunity to be happy. Not this time.

"...Y/N ?"

You looked at the aisle and was surprised to find your ex-husband standing there—shocked. You stared at each other for a few seconds before you had the strength to utter the name you had spent years trying to forget.

"...Norman ?", you replied—dumbfounded.

He had died 5 years ago...What was he doing here ? He looked at you and one of his old coworkers who was now holding your hand before an upset frown appeared on his face.

"You...You're marrying him ?"

"It's been five years, Norman...Five years of lonely nights. Five years of emptiness. Five years of nothing but coldness.", you tried to explain and let go of your soon-to-be husband.

Norman's eyes softened a bit as he took a step forward, but realized then that you weren't alone and everyone in the church was shocked to see him there. He had heard of the ceremony as he was walking by and thought that seeing him would change your mind. But, no. He now realized he was the one who had abandoned you. He was the one who had left you and there was things he couldn't take back.

He smiled and nodded before taking a seat and gesturing for the priest to go on.

"I won't say anything more. Proceed."

Norman stared fixedly at you and knew...He knew you still loved him by the way your fingers tightened around the bouquet in your hands and how your eyes watered underneath the veil. It was his sadistic side that made him wait, made him challenge you by his sole presence.

'Come on, Y/N. You can fool yourself. But, not me.', he thought before counting the seconds until the bouquet of flowers fell to the floor and you embraced him.

It was weakness. You knew as such. But, you couldn't stay away from Norman.

"Do you have anything to say ?", you asked after Otto entered your bedroom the night before your wedding. You looked mindlessly at the city beneath you and did your best not to look at him.

"No. I understand.", he said while shaking his head and you sighed.

"Wrong answer, Otto."

Your eyes were watery and you wondered if Otto had ever not been selfish in his life ? He had went on his silly revenge quest, leaving you behind as if it meant nothing. You were supposed to marry. And he had the audacity to show up the night before and try to tell you that he supported your decision ? He shouldn't have to. He should have been here when you needed him.

Five years.

Five years of waiting, only for him to return and dare pretend to know what it felt like.

You gritted your teeth and threw the nearest glass at his face, a glass he easily caught and set aside with a sorrowful expression.

"YOU LEFT ME, COWARD !"

He didn't even flinch as you started punching his chest and screaming. He was gone. You had mourned him. All that for nothing...You finally rested your forehead against his chest and whimpered.

"I love you...And you left me."

Otto's arms wrapped around you as a shushed you softly.

"I know. I know...But, I promise. It won't happen again."

You let out a shaky breath and shook your head. The man you loved had come back, but at what price ? He wanted you to trust him. But, was it really worth it ?

You looked up and couldn't help but smile up at Otto and he smiled back before leaning forward to kiss you softly. And you let him.

Because no matter how much you wanted to hate him, your heart still belonged to him...

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #ultron x reader #norman osborn x reader #otto x you #dr otto octavius #venom x reader #eddie brock x reader #marvel

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imagine--if · 9 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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yuttikkele · 3 months

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i keep thinking about like rich villains being involved in a country club. Because, realistically, a lot of these guys would probably be involved in a country club.

like imagine Norman Osborn in the most stereotypical country club fit riding in a golf cart. And he like forces Harry to go with him, and it’s like:

Norman: “Harry, that guy just insulted our family name. You have to play him in tennis.”

Harry: “Dad, I’m not doing that.”

Norman: “You MUST, Harry! Now get out there and ace him! Be a man!”

And then Harry is forced to take tennis lessons cause he sucks so bad, so he won’t embarrass Norman again after how hard he lost.

#just imagine norman at a country club #and then harry being raised as a country club kid #idk i just find it very funny #this was inspired by my redesign of harry where he just wears a bunch of preppy country club clothes #spiderman #green goblin #norman osborn #harry osborn #country club #ack #text post

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balis77 · 6 months

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Norman Osborn is actually such a funny character when you think about it. On the surface he's a cold, calculating businessman who has no lines or morals he won't cross or destroy in pursuit of power and influence, but deep down his true self is a wacky little guy who dresses up as a fucking goblin and runs around cackling at his own bad jokes while throwing explosive pumpkins at people.

#It's such a wacky disconnect #imagine if you found out your local corrupt politician's true passion was dressing in a halloween costume and throwing pipe bombs at people #and all his power grabs and business dealings were secondary to that #green goblin #spiderman #norman osborn

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iluvpicrews · 11 months

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Yeah well my husband is better than your husband because he commits OSHA violations daily so checkmate

#f/o -> harry osborn #f/o -> otto octavius #f/o -> Norman Osborn #self ship #self shipping #f/o #fictional other #f/o post #f/o imagines #luvs f/o #luv.text #villainous f/o #villain f/o #evil f/o

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fromforeigntofamiliarity · 2 years

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Is It Too Late? | Peter Parker/Harry Osborn

Summary: Peter confessed his feeling for the reader after a long time. Peter Parker x Stark!reader x Harry Osborn

Warning: unwanted kiss

Request: Nah.

Walking down the street Y/N had no where in particular in mind but she knew she wanted to be as far away from the compound as possible.

She might have kept walking for hours if not for the sweet smell of coffee and pasties that halted her in her tracks. walking towards the café she had locked in her sights she failed to notice the man she was headed for a direct impact with until contact was made.

"Oh shit I'm sorry." The man apologized instantly.

"Don't be, that was completely my fault." She replied. "Are you okay?"

"Actually I'm Harry." He smirked holding out his hand. "And your crying...Was the joke that bad?"

Reaching up and wiping her face Y/N hadn't even realized she was this upset about it. "No, god I didn't even realize." She said looking up meeting his blue eyes. "The joke was bad, I wouldn't be surprised if it did end up making someone cry one day." Taking his hand to shake.

"Well I'll keep that in mind..."

"Y/N Stark."

"I thought you looked familiar" He said letting go of her hand. "Harry Osborne. Are you okay?"

Y/N gave him a pointed look while wiping the remaining trace of tears from her face. "Actually I'm Y/N." She repeated his joke back to him.

"Right it was a stupid question." Harry admitted holding his hands up in surrender. "I have another question though...What's it like having Tony Stark as a dad?"

"I wouldn't know, What's it like having Norman Osborne as a dad?" She replied smirking at the question that most people asked her -and most likely him as well- while growing up.

"I wouldn't know." Harry smiled. "Boarding School." Harry stated pointing to himself.

"Strategic Avoidance, on his end of course." She sniffled a bit still overcoming the previous emotion.

"Would that happen to be the reason for the..." Harry trailed off gesturing to her eyes.

"No," She replied waving her hand in dismissal of her tears. "This is a long, stupid story. I don't even know why I'm crying, It's just stupid."

"Well I'll tell you what, I was just headed over to that café over there." Harry informed pointing to the café Y/N was headed towards before their impact. "It smell great and looks like the perfect place for a long, stupid story. What do you say?"

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Peter Parker paced back and forth in front of the group of male Avengers reading the article from his phone.

"Y/N Stark and Harry Osborn in a Billion dollar relationship." Peter read glaring at Bucky looking away quickly after he glares back. "The two teens, both heirs to billion dollar corporations, (Stark Industries and Oscorp) have been spotted out multiple times on various romantic rendezvous over the past three months, this is not only a big deal socially but it has some people wondering about the economic effects of the two merging in more ways then one, in the future."

"It's a very well written article." Sam commented looking around the room.

"Mr. Wilson this isn't funny." Peter commented placing his phone in his back pocket. "I did what you guys told me to do and now she's dating someone else."

"Kid we told you to make her a bit jealous..." Bucky reminded.

"I told you it was a bad idea." Steve said as Clint confirmed that he also told him it was a bad idea.

"That's what I did!" Peter shouted holding his arms out.

"We meant flirt with a stranger for like five minutes max." Same clarified "You went on three dates with another girl."

"I didn't know she was gonna go and date....him." Peter spat out. "Plus it was kinda cute to watch her be jealous."

"Don't say that to her." Clint warned quickly. "ever."

"What do I do know, am I just supposed to sit back and watch her live a life with some other guy." He asked flopping down on the sofa. "That would kill me."

"Listen kid, the way I see it you have two options." Bucky said leaning forward in his seat. "You can either tell her how you feel, like you should have in the first place, and see what happens or...you can move on and you guys go your separate ways."

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Walking into the compound Y/N was rushing to meet her dad before her date with Harry, she was dress up because he was taking he out for her birthday.

"Y/N!" Peter called out as he rushed to open the door for her before following her in. "Can I talk to you for a second?" He asked as he attempted to keep up with he quick strides as they made their way to the elevator.

"It had to be quick, I'm meeting my dad and then I have to go." She informed pressing the button that would take them to he living room of the compound.

"Are you going somewhere?" Peter asked looking her up and down as she looked even more stunning than usual.

"A date with Harry." She confirmed with a smile. "He's taking me out for my birthday."

"Oh god, it's your birthday. I forgot the present I bought you."

"It's fine Pete, you can give it to me some other time." She assured as the elevator door opened up to the dark room. "So what is it you wanted to talk to me about."

"I've got something to tell you." Peter said reaching for her hand stopping her from walking farther into the room. "Something I should have told you a long time ago." turning to face him.

"Peter what..."

"I love you Y/N." Peter blurted out. "I've loved you since the moment we met, I think. and I should have told you when I knew but I was scared and I didn't but when ever I'm around you the only thing I can think about is how happy we would be together, and I want to be able to hold your hand and go on dates....kiss you."

Before she could reply Peter quickly leaned forward planting his lips on hers. it was a small kiss too long to be a peck, but too short to be a kiss. It was everything Peter expected it to be and more, what he didn't expect was the sharp slap across the face that came promptly after.

"What the hell is wrong with you Parker?" Y/N asked glaring at the young hero. "What makes you think that was okay?"

"I just wanted to tell you how I feel about you."

"After all this time? Tonight of all nights? Peter its my birthday, I'm 30 minutes away from going on a date with my boyfriend and you thought it was a good idea to confess your feeling and kiss me." She says. "Feeling you claim to have since you met me but didn't stop you from dating other people."

"I only did that to make you jealous." Peter rushed out a defense for is actions. "I asked some of the team and they said I should make you jealous so you would realize your feeling for me, but you were so cute when you would get jealous so I went on a few more date-."

"You liked seeing me jealous?" Y/N spat through gritted teeth. "So you told everyone else how you felt except for me? I never needed to realize my feelings Peter, they were pretty obvious, you were the only one that kept talking about Liz this and MJ that and then you date someone else because you like seeing me sad."

"No."

"You liked the look of heartbreak on my face too much to end it."

"That's not what I meant."

"You got some sort of sick gratification from my pining for you while you had a girlfriend." She continued. "And now you want to tell me that, that was just you showing love."

"I know I should have told you from the start, and now isn't the best timing but I had to tell you before it was too late."

"You are too late Peter!" She shouted. "You are about four months too late. I love Harry, I don't know if he loves me but I love him, Peter. He treats me great and he's there for me when I need him, he doesn't enjoy making me feel less than. I loved you too Peter but I thought you were happy, so I stepped to the side because I was happy that you were happy. I understand getting it off your chest, you have every right to express your feeling but...kissing me, now while I have a boyfriend Peter is out of line and it's selfish and it's a shitty thing to do."

Peter stood there watching in silence as Y/N continued her tearful rant.

"And it makes me feel shitty for letting it happen and that's not fair...It's not fair to me and it is not fair to Harry." She says as tears fall from her eyes. "And I don't want to keep this from him but god I don't know how I'm going to tell him what I've done." She says more to herself than to him as she walk backwards only to stubble in something on the ground. "Friday turn on the lights, please." She calls in frustration.

As the room aluminates with light Y/N looks down, only to see she had stubbed on a balloon. Looking around the room she sees the floor was half hazardly covered in colors of her favorite colors along with streamer and in the middle of the living room stood the team along with Harry as well as Mr. Osborne.

"Surprise." Loki says awkwardly throwing out some jazz hands.

Y/N stood in shock at the realization of what had just happed. In her mind not only did she cheat on her boyfriend but she had done it in front of him, his father and the team. Looking over to Harry to see him glaring she couldn't take it anymore, turning and leaving with a quick apology.

Harry's glare didn't waver but it was never for Y/N, all the hatred he felt was for Peter Parker. Marching towards him Peter didn't stop Harry as he punched him in the face, Yes he was spiderman so it didn't hurt as much as Harry would have liked -not that he knew that- but it still hurt.

Harry grabs onto the collar of Peter's shirt and goes to hit him again only to be stopped by Steve holding him back.

"That's enough." He stated placing a hand on his shoulder. "You should go check on Y/N, she needs you."

Giving a nod to the super soldier, Harry started to go in the direction you had fled only to stop and turn to Peter once more. "Stay away from my girlfriend Parker." He snapped before going to find you.

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Harry found her balling her eyes out as she sat on the floor of her bedroom. Walking slowly towards to he thought about what he could possible say to make her feel better.

"Harry." Y/N said as she looked over at him. "I'm so sorry."

"It'll be okay." He replied.

"No it won't, I shouldn't have let that happen, I should have pushed him away." She listed all the ways she went wrong. "I don't know I s-should have..."

"Hey," Harry interrupted taking a seat next to her on the floor wrapping his arms around her. "There was nothing you could have done, this isn't your fault and you can't blame yourself for someone else's actions."

"Please forgive me...Please don't leave me."

"Baby, I'm not leaving you for something that isn't your fault." Harry reassured. "I love you too much to let you go."

Leaning back and looking onto his eyes Y/N felt nothing but completely and utterly loved.

"I love you too Harry."

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tapwaterx · 1 year

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Normans based off this post

#norman osborn #spiderman #spider-man 1 #spiderman 1 #raimiverse #green goblin #spiderman nwh #spiderman: nwh #spider-man: nwh #spider-man nwh #spider-man no way home #spiderman no way home #spider-man: no way home #spiderman: no way home #tapwaterx #spider-man #my favorite part about drawing norman is making the worst looking nose you can imagine #love me some big rugged noses

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yells-of-the-not-so-danged · 4 months

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Green Goblin: Ohoho, I have you now Spider-Man! Or should I say - Peter Parker! Yes, that's right i know who you are; and most importantly, I know you're a broke instant-ramen-eating college kid going into finals season! That's where this gas container comes in - you see this gas is entirely composed of the minerals and nutrients needed for the human body to function. The moment it hits your poor malnourished lungs your body will shut down any and all nonprimary functions so it can focus fully in siphoning this heavenly ambrosia. Then! Then, I can go in for the kill! AHHAHAHAHA!!

#it knocks him out too because he forgot to take his B12 that morning #green goblin #norman osborn #marvel comics #imagine all this while in the red goblin look for extra giggles

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myveryownfanfiction · 5 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

requested by @illiana-mystery

Prompt from @knivesofdaudwill

prompt: a gentle “I love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss

tags: @fangsandroses, @salemwitch96, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @ghostlypie

Norman looked up as I walked into the room. He smiled at me before looking me over, his expression subtly changing. I rolled my eyes at him with a smile as I walked to the side of his desk.

“hello.” He said, turning in his chair to face me.

“Hi.” I responded. “Did you sign those papers yet?” Norman shrugged and glanced at his desk. “Norman.” I whined quietly.

“I need incentive. You know that.” He chuckled. Norman glanced at his door and I sat in his lap.

“you and your damn incentive.” I laughed. Norman shrugged with a smile. “What do you require to get those papers signed?” He smiled at me before leaning in to kiss me. I cupped his cheeks as he pulled away. Normans eyes were shining as he looked at me.

“I love you.” He whispered as his thumbs rubbed over my shirt. Norman leaned in to kiss me again, this time pulling me closer to him and tightening his grip on me. I hummed into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I love you too.” I said when we finally broke away. Norman smiled at me and pulled me flush against him. We sat like that for a while before he turned back to the desk and signed the papers I had given him the day before.

“all done.” He whispered as he pushed back from the desk to let me up. I laughed as I took the papers and went to leave. Norman caught my hand and pulled me back, standing up to kiss me one last time. “Making you my assistant was the best thing I’ve ever done.” I smiled at him and cupped his cheek.

“remember that when you’re complaining I work you too hard.” I teased. Norman kissed my hand before letting me finally leave his office.

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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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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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