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#norman osborn smut
ddejavvu · 2 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.
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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."
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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
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☆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”.
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greengoblinswifey · 2 years
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Green Goblin Headcanons
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•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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fqjth · 2 years
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obsession (9)
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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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I’m gonna post the next part of my next Norman Osborn fic at some point this week because the hold this man has on me atm is something else
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illiana-mystery · 1 month
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Chapter 2 is up!!! It's the morning after chapter and both Norman and Foxy are reflecting on their experience the night before. Foxy also learns about his true identity and ends up in the same area as Norman, Rosie, and Otto. This chapter also starts the plot within that is a bit of a rewrite of the plot of Spiderman (2002).
Stay tuned for Chapter 3 where Norman, Rosie, and Otto hang out at their favorite Italian spot, Nonna Donna, and help Bernard plan the dinner date between Foxy and Norman. But plot twist, this dinner date will be a total surprise to Foxy. 😉😏 
Taglist: @ghnaim24, @goran-dafoe, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @emily-ella-nightshade89, @goodoldcharley, @writingkitten​
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Hi 👋 I’ve got an idea for Norman Osborn where the female reader is Peter’s cousin or sister and he meets her at the Thanksgiving dinner and they get to know each other and he offers to drive her home and it ends in smut. If that is something you are into. Thank you 😊
I like this idea!!!
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Warnings: fluff and smut
Y/n was waiting for her brother to arrive for the Thanksgiving dinner
She was helping Aunt May with bringing food out
“I hope my father shows up soon” Harry Osborn says to MJ who was focused on where Peter could possibly be at
Norman entered the house that Harry and Peter were sharing and had a present for Y/n since they haven’t met yet
Harry approached his father and MJ followed along so she could meet his father
Y/n and Aunt May were finally done with putting food out and May walked over towards Norman
Norman makes eye contact with Y/n and felt intrigued by her
She blushes since she really looked up to him and is always intrigued by whatever is going on in Oscorp and cause she has a crush on him as well
“Excuse me Harry and MJ, but I’d like to talk to who I can only assume is Y/n” everyone starts to look at her
She looks away and felt like running away
Aunt May did say a special guest was coming, but never told Y/n who it actually was
Harry and MJ move to the table and sat down
May backs up as Norman approaches Y/n
Once he was close enough he introduced himself
“And I’m assuming your Peter’s sister. Y/n, right?” Norman asked her and she just shook her head
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you and how you’re a fan of my work. Didn’t know a beauty like you would like my work” he flirts which makes her face go completely red
“Oh well what can I say I get invested in very interesting subjects I suppose” she says with a low tone
“Maybe I should invite you to Oscorp one day… maybe I could get you a job there. But before we get too distracted on that conversation I bought you something” he says and then hands her the gift
She takes it and then smiles
“That’s very kind of you Mr Osborn” she says with her smile staying on her face
“Please just call me Norman honey” he says which makes her scream internally by the nickname he had just given her
“Father can you please stop flirting with Peter’s sister?” Harry asked almost in an annoyed tone
Norman looks at his son
Y/n had gone to sit down across from Harry
Aunt May tagged along and sat next to her
“I think he likes you Y/n” Aunt May whispered to her which makes Y/n look at her present
“Maybe” Y/n says as Norman was telling Harry how he should let his father be happy for him since Y/n really likes him
Norman now goes to sit next to Y/n
She looks at him and he looks at her
“Can I open this now?” She asked him and he nods his head
Y/n’s  attention was now on the present
“Where is Peter at?” May asked as Y/n continued to open the present
They all (except for Y/n and Norman) had went to check Peter’s bedroom
Once she was finished unwrapping it, there was a note on it
‘I thought this would suit you’ signed by Norman
She takes the note off and then opens the box
Inside of it was a Green Goblin mask
“What…?” She says and looks at him
She hears them coming back, so she closes the box
“He’s not here” May says which makes Norman worried about him
“I hope he’s okay” Norman says and Y/n nods her head in agreement
“Well on a different topic what did my father get you Y/n?” Harry asked which makes her bite the inside of her cheek
“I got her a necklace that she doesn’t want to put on right now since she thinks it’ll be rude to show it off” Norman says which makes Harry confused
“You wouldn’t mind if Y/n showed off her necklace right MJ?” Harry asked his girlfriend
“I wouldn’t mind at all” MJ says and Y/n didn’t know what to say
“She’ll show you later, right Y/n?” Norman asked her
Y/n nods her head as Peter enters the house finally
She looks at her brother and immediately gets up to hug him
“I was so worried about you Pete!” She says as she continues to hug her little brother
Norman had gotten up too and was standing next to Y/n
“Well I see you two have finally met” Peter says which makes Y/n look at Norman
Norman looks at her and now he was grinning
Green Goblin had taken over for a hot second since he wanted her
“Is there something I missed?” Peter asked the two of them which makes them both look back at him
“Nope!” Y/n says and then goes back to sit down
Norman sits down too
Peter had sat next to Aunt May
They had said Grace and then started to eat
Y/n was chatting with Norman until May asked Peter what happened to his wrist
That caught both of their attention especially Norman’s
Peter told Aunt May what was the cause of it
Y/n knew Peter was lying especially since she was watching the news before everyone arrived
“I have to go…” she says and then stood up
“Same. I got a lot of work to do” Norman says as he stands up
“Oh okay” May says as Y/n goes to the elevator
Norman followed along
Whilst they were going down the elevator, Norman looks at her
“What do I do? My bother is Spiderman” she asked him and then looks at him
“Show him who’s the better sibling. He has powers while your over here powerless” Green Goblin had gotten into the light now
“Haven’t you ever been jealous of him?” Goblin asked her and she nods her head
“Well now’s the time to get your revenge” Goblin continues once the elevator doors open
Y/n never wanted to hurt her brother, but she was really considering it for the man she likes
“Will you give me time to think about it?” He smiles and nods his head as they stepped out of the elevator
Once they we’re out of the elevator Norman had come back to the light and asked her if she needed a ride home
“I do actually” he smiles and now they were both walking out of the house
His ride was waiting for him at the front of the house
Once he was in front of the limo, he opens the door for her
“Thanks Norman” she says as she enters the car
 She sat down and once Norman was in he closed the door and then sat next to her
Y/n was looking at him and now his hand was on her thigh
His hand tightened on her thigh which makes her feel wet
“Fuck me” she muttered but of course Norman heard her
“I’ll fuck you hard Y/n” he says and then moves the box from her lap and then kisses her roughly on the lips
A moan escapes her mouth and he quickly pulls apart afterwards
“But you’ll have to wait until we get to your house” Norman says and then she tells the driver where she lives
Once they’ve arrived to her house, Norman had opened the door for her after he had gotten out first
“Thank you sir” she says which makes him smirk
She gets out of the limo and Norman wasted no time to let her get fully out since he had picked her up bridal style and his lips were on hers
The limo almost went off once the driver had noticed she had left her box in there
He rolls down his window and turns to face her not knowing their was a make out session going on with her and Norman
The driver quickly looks away because he didn’t want to upset Norman
“Um ma’am you left your box in here” The driver starts which makes her and Norman pull  apart 
“Oh oops” she says as Norman puts her back down and she opens the door to get it
luckily it wasn’t too far from the door, so she reaches to get it
once the box was back in her hands she shuts the door and then looks back at Norman
“Sorry” she says which makes him smile and say ‘no need to apologize sweetheart.’
She goes to her door and he follows along 
She gets her keys from her pocket and then unlocked the door
Once she was inside, she gets picked up again by Norman
He places the box down on the tiled floor and now he was more focused on her
“Where’s your room at?” he asked her and she said to the right 
there was a hallway that lead to her room which is where Norman took her right away
Once they were in her room, she was placed down onto her bed and he starts to strip
She starts stripping as well 
This didn’t feel real to her since she’s dreamt about this day ever since she started to hear about him
Once she was naked, she starts touching herself which makes him stare at her once he was fully naked
Her head rolls back and her eyes were at the back of her head already
“Norman” She moans out and he couldn’t take it anymore
“Stop” he orders which makes her stop and take her finger out of her pussy
“Let daddy take care of you honey” he says which makes her smile
He gets onto the bed and then comes onto her
Their lips connect and his cock goes in her whilst they kiss 
Her lips left his lips once his cock was inside of her
“Fuck” she moans and he grins as he starts to thrust 
Y/n’s hands go onto his back and his hands go onto the sheets
Goblin had came into the light now which makes him start going faster and hitting her sensitive spots
Her head rolls back and she continues to moan and she also felt like she was on a  different planet now
“Such a good girl for daddy” Goblin says which makes her smirk for a second 
“Only for you sir” she says and then moans which makes him smirk
“You’ll look so hot in the suit. We’ll be matching and both taking on Spiderman’ Goblin says and she felt her walls clenching around his cock already
“You’ll be my partner in crime quite literally” he says as she came all over his cock now
Goblin grins and continues to thrust into her pussy which makes the cum go out of her and onto the bed
“Goblin” she moans which makes him continue to grin 
“Louder” he orders and then she says his name louder
“Good girl” he praises and then kisses her on the lips as he continues to fuck her 
He felt his orgasm coming now which makes him moan her name
He came now filling her up and also letting Norman in the light
He pulls out and then lays down next to her 
they were both sweating and just a mess because of the cum being everywhere
They just started to lay there in silence which neither of them minded at all
“Wait... that would mean I’d have to kill my brother...” she says breaking the silence
“Yep! Also think about it, he gets all the attention while you are sat here without any powers  and any fame. This will give you that” he says which makes her smile
“I’ll do it. We’ll kill him, but let me be the one to do it since he’s my brother I’ll be able to manipulate him better since I know him better” He smirks and then faces his body towards her
She faces her body towards him and she kisses him on the lips
He returns the kiss with a smile now on his face
Once they pulled apart he realizes how much he really likes her 
And if Peter kills her... Well let’s just say things won’t end well for Peter
note: Sorry this took so long to post! I hope you enjoy it!
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theaawalker · 3 months
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His Little Lamb [ HARRY OSBORN ]
chapter I. meeting
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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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hireth-writes · 6 months
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I made a Kinktober prompt list! My tastes are pretty tame compared to some, but if these prompts speak to you at all, feel free to use them and tag me in anything you create. Happy spooky season!
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hardchoicespod · 9 months
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How good do Spider-Man villains bang?
[We're not talking about hotness. This is only about what they bring to the bedroom]
Norman Osborn is a shit f*ck. FINDOM THIS DOOFUS 🤑🤑🤑 Unless you want to hear that screechy ass Green Goblin voice. You want to hear him tell you hard he's gonna nut in that voice?
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2. Doctor Octopus? WHAT A F*CKING ROMANTIC! LOOK AT THAT FACE! Do you not think he brings flowers??? Man has trained each limb to make you scream in a different way.
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3. J. Jonah Jameson. Not technically a villain, but like, don't you want to fuck this absolute smug asshole bastard? LEAVE THE CIGAR LIT, BABYEEEEE
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4. Venom is the ultimate goo husband and will love you and keep you safe and eat pop-tarts with you at 3am, but also, he got that tooooongue 👅👅👅
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5. Mephisto is gonna make you think he's f*cking you and then suddenly, from the mists of this incredible performance of raw sexual power, he appears and then does a comedy 💦 on you because motherf*cker can't resist. Do you want this dude to nut on your tits and then laugh at his own dumbf*ck genius?
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6. Rhino is a problem. Look, is the dick trapped in the suit or not? If this is hardcore chastity play, okay. Okay, we can fuck like that Rhino. But don't you want this weirdo to just cut loose and pound you so hard the neighbors call your super? HE IS A FULL TIME FURRY AND ALSO DOES CRIMES! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!?! Find out about that dick situation first tho, probably.
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You want more lovingly horny takes about these dorks? listen to Hard Choices 26 - Spider-Man and get all the boners you can possibly handle. Episode description? Babe, I got you.
We all know that with great power comes great responsibility. You know what else comes with great power? Us when we think about Spider-Man! It's not just Peter Parker who makes our web-shooters go thwip, either; he's got a huge cast of friends, foes, and supporting characters to suit every taste, from monsterfucks like Venom, to adorable loser fucks like The Shocker, to the jackpot herself, Mary Jane. This episode, your friendly neighborhood MeganBob pushes DEEP into the Spiderverse to find the median, the zenith, and the nadir of its fuckability, all with the help of: The Amazing Annie Craton! The Spectacular James D'Amato! And Dan Mulkerin from an alternate reality where he never lost his Captain Universe powers! IN THIS ISSUE: Dan single-handedly promotes Tombstone from D-tier to Daddy-tier MeganBob discovers the only bad way to listen to "The Cruel Angel's Thesis" Annie lets Carnage's gooey appeal blind her to his, you know, everything else And James finally takes a public stance on whether eating boys is wrong!
Is this podcast safe for work? F*ck no it isn't. Is this going to make you laugh so hard you snort a cheeto? Yeah, probably. Jump to anywhere in the episode for takes that will make you go "Ya'll need god."
Big Sloppy Kisses, Hard Choices 💋🍆
Which spidey character's are your top three f*cks? We won't tell.
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ddejavvu · 2 months
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You make me go delulu for all these random older men and I have decided to embrace it....and embrace Daniel also....and beefy Behemoth selleck...Aaron hotchner has already been embraced by me for a long time and I think he might be considering homicide
yesterday my mom was 0.5 seconds away from connecting the dots of all of my random little man crushes and figuring out that i always go for older men. i take that as a sign that i haven't wanted to fuck enough older men. it should be tattooed on my forehead.
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marslikestowrite · 2 years
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Out in the cold.
Norman Osborn x Reader (Pre-Goblin)
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NSFW warning, 18+ only
Summary:
Harry Osborn ditches you once again in the middle of a date. This time, you decide enough is enough, and you decide it’s time for the sweet taste of revenge.
Here you are, once again stranded alone outside of the fancy restaurant your fiance Harry Osborn had decided to take you to. He had left once again because he had heard MJ and her boyfriend were having a rough time, and she needed someone to talk to. You wrapped your wool coat around your figure, sighing in content, feeling the soft fabric touch your bare skin. You had worn a nice dress, specifically because he asked you too, and yet he left you once again. You were absolutely over him leaving you for other women. The sound of your heels was loud against the pavement as you stormed down the sidewalk, before flagging down a cab. You needed a breather. You stepped into the cab, and reached into your purse to pull out a crisp hundred dollar bill, courtesy of Harry, and handed it to the driver.
“Osborn Manor please.” Your sweet voice echoed through the cab, trying to be polite to the driver, and not lash out on the poor man.
“Miss, we don’t drive just anyone there-”
“Drive. You wouldn’t like it if my fiance’s father were to hear about this would you? Now be a dear and get moving.” Your voice turned more stern, definitely showing you were serious, and not in the move. The driver just nodded, no longer speaking as he pulled into oncoming traffic. You sighed, glad to finally be sitting down, and no longer standing in those horrendous heels. Your ankles burned. You had decided you were going to head back to the manor, and grab a change of clothes, and stay at a hotel for the night. You were not in the mood to see Harry, and it was the perfect way to calm your anger, and figure out a way to say that you were absolutely done with his antics. You hummed, staring out the window, looking at how gorgeous New York was at night. The way the bright lights of buildings poised the clear sky of its natural beauty. It made you sick.
You finally arrive at the manor, thanking the driver as you gently step out of the cab, trying not to twist an ankle on the curb. You look up at the massive manor, sighing as all you could think of was how urgent your prick of a boyfriend was to run to Mary Jane’s side. You cringed at the thought, digging in your purse to find the key Harry’s father had given you to the manor. Norman had always been kind to you, the moment you met him. Harry had brought you over to meet him for dinner a few years back, and when you met with the CEO, you’d felt different. The feeling indescribable, a mixture of admiration, longing, fright, dare you say love. You always felt different around Norman than you did his son. Not in a bad way of course. You’d always come over after your morning classes while in college, and have tea with him. Those were the moments you looked forward to most. You felt yourself around the older man, you felt loved. He always made you laugh, something his son could rarely do. It was at that moment you thought. Did you love Norman Osborn? You shook the thought, finally finding your keys buried in your purse. The conclusion you had come to did seem accurate with the encounters you had with Norman. He’d always compliment your clothing choices, cook you food when you came over, his shoulders always seemed less tense when you were around, and not to mention the “pet name” he calls you. You insert your key, opening the door before walking in, shutting the door almost immediately. You took off your heels and looked around. It seemed empty. Or that's what you would have thought if the fireplace wasn’t burning, and the sound of padded feet getting louder.
“Y/n? Is that you, dear?” A voice you knew all too well associated that same “pet name” when addressing you.
“Mr. Osborn? Yes, it's me. Sorry if I disturbed you, I know it’s late.” You responded, shrugging off your coat and hanging it up on the nearest hanger. You couldn’t help but notice the look in his eyes change when he saw you. Harry didn’t look at you that way.
“Dear, I told you to call me Norman. Your my son’s fiance, I think we’re past formalities.” He smiled at you, a genuine one at that.
“Speak of him, where is Harry? I expected you both to be out later.” He added. You hesitated to come up with a response. You wanted to tell him what an asshole his son was, and that you were breaking up with him, but didn’t want to ruin the relationship you had with him. Before you could think more, your mouth just spoke.
“I’m not his fiance anymore, Norman.” You said, staring straight at him, letting him know your voice was serious.
“This is the third time he has left me stranded on a date. Third time he left me outside of a restaurant in the freezing cold to run to the aid of another woman. I’m done with his antics, Norman. I’m done being his second choice.” You said honestly. You could feel the tears in your eyes well up as you finally admitted your thoughts.
“I can’t do this anymore- I can’t be- I can’t be thrown out like a piece of trash when Harry’s highschool sweetheart decides she wants to fuck things up!” You felt the tears spill down, as Norman immediately rushed to your aid. His arms gently wrapped around you, his hand pressing against the back of your head, pulling you into a warm hug.
“You are anything but a piece of trash dear, and I’m so sorry my naive son can’t seem to appreciate someone as perfect as you.” He said gently, as you cried into his arms. This embrace. It felt.. Right. It felt like it was meant to happen. All your feelings about the older man resurfaced. You couldn’t ignore them. Norman pulled away from the hug, leaving you feeling alone once again.
“I take it you don’t want to see Harry. I.. I can call you a cab and get you a hotel for the night, while I have a conversation with him when he gets home.” He said, about to walk away, before you reach out to him, grabbing the sleeve of his coat.
“No! Wait. Don’t-“ You said, trying to gather your words. You step closer to him, looking at his eyes, getting lost in them.
“Norman.. What do you think of me?” Your words spilled out like a waterfall. You didn't mean to speak what your mind wanted to. You stood there, muscles tensed, waiting for a response. It took him a moment to figure out what he wanted to say, before he turned around and clasped both of your hands.
“Well.. I think you’re a beautiful young woman, who deserves far more than what my son has given you. I think you’re very intelligent, and have amazing potential..” He trailed off, moving a hand to your cheek. He knew what you were asking. He needed to hear you say that you liked him. The way you were staring at him, and the way your face turned a pink shade when his hand went on your cheek was very obvious to him. He liked you too, but there was an age gap, and he needed to hear you say you loved him, for his own moral compass.
“Do you..” You inched your face closer to the taller man’s, moving your hand from his arm to rest against his chest. His arms moved to wrap around your hips. He nodded his head, knowing exactly the question that you were trying to ask, without the words coming out of your mouth. You initiated it. You moved your face forward, gently pressing your lips against his own, slowly encasing his lips in a passionate kiss. Your eyes closed, entangling your fingers in his hair, trying to keep him as physically close as possible. He pushed you back against the door, nipping at your lip to try to gain access, which you happily gave him. After a few minutes of making out, you pull away, resting your forehead against Norman’s. His rough, calloused hands gripped your hips, a smile resting on his face.
“Harry never kissed me like that.” You giggle, rubbing your fingers against his scalp.
“Well, he’ll never be kissing you again, that’s my job now, my dear.” He chuckled lowly, his hand moving to yours to take off your engagement ring, and tossing it on the floor.
“You won’t be needing that either, I’ll get you a new one that will remind him of what he lost while playing a childish game with someone that doesn’t even come close to comparing to the angel he used to have.” He cooed, making you giggle more, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“So when did you start feeling this way towards me love?” He asked, a curious tone in his voice, as you rested your head against his chest, embracing him in a hug.
“At our tea sessions. You looked at me in a way that Harry never did. Your eyes showed a kindness I never had experienced. You looked like you actually cared when I told you about my studies, my hobbies, you actually cared.” You said gently. It was true, everytime you tried talking to Harry about something that wasn’t science, or him, he seemed uninterested, but Norman had always listened, he always supported you.
“How could I not? You looked so adorable rambling about {your major in college}, I couldn’t help but fall for you either darling.” He smiled. That was also another factor. He smiled at you. A legitimate, genuine, handsome, smile. You loved it so much. You stare back up at him, and he stares back down, a loving look in his eyes once again.
“I know it’s soon but- I’ve been wanting to say it for so long. I love you Norman, so much. I’d like to be your Mrs. Osborn one day, not Harry’s..” There was a certain plea in your voice that drove Norman insane, you were talking like you knew what you were doing to him.
“I love you too, Y/N, and you’re already mine darling. You’ll be a ‘Mrs. Osborn’ one day, I promise that, but after you kissed me, you became mine in that very moment.” He smirked, a sort of growl in his voice that made your legs weak. He leaned down, this time, he initiated the kiss this time, and it was different. It was hungry, heated, intimate, perfect. His tongue slid in once again, claiming every inch as his. His hands moved to rest against your ass, making you squeal softly. A smirk formed on his lips, knowing the influence he had on your noises. He pulled away, leaving your mind blank, and your breath gone. Before you could regain your thoughts, he sweeped you up in his arms, carrying you to his room.
He kicked his door open, before setting you down for a quick moment, only to lock the door, and then back in his arms you were. He sat down on the bed, you in his lap, and his lips were immediately attached to your neck, kissing and nipping on the pulsing, making you squirm. He gripped onto your thighs, growling.
“Keep still love, I need to mark you up. Need to claim you.” He said against your neck, before attacking it once more. Soft moans and whimpers spilled from your mouth, feeling him grow against the inside of your thigh. Once he was done, he pulled back to take a look at the wicked bruise he had left on your neck, as he hummed in content.
“Look at you, all mine.” He said, a satisfied smirk resting on the corner of his lips. You gradually moved your hips against his crotch, whimpering as you could feel the pooling heat between your legs. His breath hitched, his fingers digging crescent moons into your bare thighs.
“I said. Sit. Still.” He growled, flipping your position, laying you flat on your back, a whimper escaping your lips. You reached up to tug at his shirt, trying to tell him to take it off, as he chuckled lowly.
“My, my. So demanding. Fine, only because you look so pretty under me.” He smirked, a blush heating your cheeks at the compliment. He let go of you, sitting up, and slowly, almost teasingly, took off his shirt. You sat up, running your hands along his chest, feeling the crevices and impurities on his skin. He was perfect. He smiled, watching you admire him. Your soft smile made his heart melt, he couldn’t believe he had you all to himself now. He gently laid you back down, starting to move the straps of your dress down, before stopping.
“May I?” He asked gently, wanting to make sure you were completely comfortable, and wanting to continue.
“Please.” Your soft voice echoed in his head, and he continued gently.
“If you ever want to stop, please tell me.” He cooed, moving your straps down, and then pulling off your dress, revealing your black lace bra and panties. He couldn’t help but stare. Your body was perfect, he could see the embarrassment in your eyes. You reached to cover yourself, embarrassed of your figure, but he shook his head, and reached to move both of your hands over your head, he used one hand to hold both of yours up, and the other to unclip your bra. He tossed it to the side, before starting to kiss at your neck gently. Slowly but surely he moved down, peppering wet kisses down your breast valley, on your breasts, down your stomach, before peppering multiple to your stomach.
“You’re gorgeous darling. So beautiful, I’m so blessed to be in the presence of a goddess.” His voice was like a praise, it rang through your ears, played like a tune that had been stuck in your head for days. He made you feel wanted. He slowly moved down your stomach, reaching your clothed core. He gently pulled your panties down, and then tossed them next to your bra. He kissed the inside of your thighs, watching how you writhed in place for him to give you more. He let go of your hands, and they immediately found their way to his hair, pulling gently at the strands, trying to aid him to give you what you longed for. All he did was chuckle against your thigh, before staring straight up your body right into your eyes, as he licked a stripe down the middle of your pussy, teasing, earning a whine from you.
“Look at you, all wet and needy for me. What do you want, baby? I wanna hear you say it.” His lips resting against your folds, his voice sending a vibration throughout your body.
“Wan’ you Norman- Please.. Need you.” You managed to muster out, earning another chuckle from the older man.
“Mm.. If you say so darling..” He said, a slight confidence in his voice, as he pressed his lips right back onto your folds. His mouth worked magic. Pressing his tongue against all the right places in you, his tongue flicking your clit, you were in heaven. Your fingers clasped onto his hair, as moans echoed throughout the room. Your eyes were squeezed shut, Norman making you see stars as he worked his tongue on your pussy. You could feel it. That bubbling sensation pooling inside of your stomach as your walls clenched around his tongue.
“I’m-I’m clo-se-” You stuttered out, but he didn’t stop. He kept eating you like you were his last meal on earth, and he was going to savor it. Your grip tightened on his hair, his name falling out of your mouth like a prayer, as you released, his mouth lapping everything up, helping you ride out your orgasm. He pulled away, before leaning over you, and placing another intimate kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and for some reason, it was a major turn on. While you were preoccupied with the kiss, and riding down from your high, Norman had taken off his pants, and boxers. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.
“I’m going to put it in now, alright? I’ll go slow, let me know if it hurts darling.” Norman said softly, as you nodded. You couldn’t look him in the eyes when his tip rubbed against your folds, before gently pressing in. Your mouth was held agape, as your eyes were squeezed tightly shut, soft moans and whimpers exiting your mouth. You wrapped your hands around his neck, clawing at his back slightly, hissing at the pain of him stretching your walls. Once he was fully in, you could feel the tip nestled deep within your folds, a soft grunt coming from your boyfriend. You tapped on his back, letting him know that you were ready, and that he could move. His hips drew back, making you whimper. The more he pulled back, the emptier you felt. Though he stopped, and immediately slammed back into you, filling your walls back up with his length. A loud moan escaped from your mouth with the rough thrust, and you quickly drew a hand back from his back, and pressed it tightly against your mouth, spilling your noises against it, in a terrible attempt to muffle them. Norman definitely didn’t like it, growling slightly, removing both your hand from your mouth, and the one on his back, pinning them above your head once more.
“You never- You never listen. I want to hear you sweetheart. Spill those noises for me.” He grunted, a smirk plastered on his face as your mouth stayed open, your eyes wide as well. Constant noises spilt from your mouth as you felt yourself approaching your second climax, though Norman didn’t seem to be faltering one bit.
“Nor-man- Close-” You moaned out, your walls clenching around him as he plowed through your insides.
“C’mon baby.. Let go.. Cum for me..” He cooed, re-assuring you, as your second climax hit you like a truck. You came all over his cock, feeling your juices coat his length. You thought he would stop, but he just kept going, fucking you into overstimulation. Tears welled in your eyes, as his thrusts seemed as persistent as ever. His name fell like a broken prayer from your lips, it being the only thing you’re able to say, a dumb, fucked out expression on your face, as all you could do was take his cock. Your nails scratched at his wrist that was holding both of them down, and your hips bucked, trying to gain more friction. You were a mess of emotions, and the sight alone made Norman want to cum right here and now. You looked so hot, all messed up, all because of his cock.
“Look at you- All.. All fucked out because of me. My cock. I bet he never could fuck you the way I do.” His voice turned from soft, to a possessive growl. You were his. His, and his only. His thrusts seemed to falter, and you felt yourself coming close again as well. You felt him start to pull out, but you clenched onto him, not wanting him to.
“M’ on p-ill- mMH!” You moaned, and he nodded. He thrusted roughly a few more times, before filling you up to the brim with his cum. You came shortly after, the overstimulation being too much for you to handle. He laid there for a few seconds, still nestled deep inside of you, waiting for your high to come down. Your fucked out expression was absolutely adorable, and Norman couldn’t handle it. Once you had calmed down, he slowly pulled out, making you hiss. Some of his cum dribbled down your leg, and he got up to go grab wipes, but you wined when he did.
“Later.. Want to.. Cuddle.” You said softly. He smiled, he was not against being in your embrace, and he couldn’t say no to that face of yours. He walked back over, and lifted the blanket for you to shimmy your way in, before laying down next to you. He immediately pulled the blankets over the both of you, before laying on his side, and wrapping his arms around your body. He treated you like porcelain, that if any moment he hugged you just a bit too tight, you’d shatter in his arms. You nuzzled your face into his chest, humming in content at the warmness your boyfriend gave you.
“Thank you Norman.. For an amazing night. Thank you for treating me right.” You said gently, your hands tracing circles and other shapes on Norman’s back. He planted a soft kiss on your hairline, and you could feel him smiling.
“Of course my dear. You deserve all of this and more. I promise to take care of you until the end of time, darling.” That made you smile, your eyes feeling heavy.
“I’ll also have to have a chat with my son about how to treat a lady right.” He added, a chuckle in his voice.
“Oh, don’t even mention him. It’s just you… and I Norman..” You said gently, before your eyes closed, your breath becoming slower, falling into a deep sleep, comfortable against your lover’s chest.
“Indeed it is, you and I, forever and always my dear.”
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Here you were, standing in the kitchen the very morning after, making breakfast for two, instead of three. Your legs ached, as well as the bruise on your neck had formed into a dark purple. Harry walked down the large staircase, and you were unaware of what time he had arrived home, and in all honesty, you didn’t care. He spotted you, about to say something, before noticing your bruised neck, the way you no longer wore your engagement ring, and the way your legs had a slight wobble to them, while standing in place making breakfast. He opened his mouth, about to call your name in anger, before another voice had called your name instead. His father. Norman walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and giving you a kiss on the forehead.
“Goodmorning darling, I assume you slept well?” He asked, and you responded with a nod. He stormed over, and into the kitchen.
“Dad.” Harry said angrily.
“Harry.” Norman responded, calmly, with his hands still wrapped around your waist, his head just turned to meet his son’s angry gaze.
“What are you doing with my fiance?” Harry’s face was contorted with rage, but Norman didn’t seem to care. Norman started to speak, before you put a finger to his mouth.
“Actually, Harry. I am no longer your fiance, and you and I, are over. I’m tired of being the second choice. If you didn’t realize, last night was the third time. The THIRD time, Harry Osborn, that you left me outside of a restaurant, to go to Mary Jane’s house.” You stressed, your voice tainted with anger, Harry tried to talk, but you cut him off.
“You never listen Harry, you never take any interest in what I have to say. So I found someone that did. I found someone that has always listened, supported, cared, and not put me second. So if you even think for a moment that you’re the victim of this, you’re not.” You say, sighing, as Norman rubs your sides, trying to calm you down.
“I hope you treat Mary Jane better than you did me. Because she is a very nice girl, who in all honesty, you don’t deserve.” You said, your tone clearly stating that you were done with him.
“The rings on the counter, go give it to her.” Norman said, and all Harry could do was stare angrily at his father.
“I can’t believe you, with my father too. He’s- He’s way older than you.” Harry said, smoothing back his hair in frustration.
“Yea Harry? Well guess what, your father is the only one who has cared for me the way a lover should. I’m getting tired of seeing your face, you should get a move on.” You sighed, before coming up with an idea.
“And he may be older, but the sex, was absolutely amazing.” You said, winking at Harry. A proud smirk fell onto Norman’s face, while a disgusted look fell onto Harry’s. That was enough to send him storming out the front door. Once he had left, you broke out into laughter.
“He was absolutely pissed.” You laughed, hugging Norman tightly.
“Well he’ll have to get over it, because when I marry you, you’ll be his new mother.” He laughed as well, kissing your forehead.
“Normann!! You sappy idiot.” You giggled, playfully hitting his chest.
“I’m just stating facts, my love.” He grinned.
“Also, was the sex really that good.” He teased, a smirk on his face once again.
“Norman Osborn!” You gasped, faking a shocked expression, before you couldn’t hold it in anymore, and you just broke out in laughter.
“If you really want to know, yes, yes it was.” You grinned, before the smell of smoke hit your nostrils.
“OH SHIT THE BACON-“ You laughed, pushing yourself away from him.
He was your one and only, forever and always.
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greengoblinswifey · 2 years
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His Cherry- Norman Osborn x Fem!Babysitter!Reader
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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 :)
Ao3 link
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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missjaystone · 2 years
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Have a thot: Otto and Norman have been away acquiring items for a secret project leaving you all alone in the penthouse. Choose your own adventure: a) you create chaos that receives quite a punishment b) they catch you having quality time with yourself. c) They come home to you crying and angry because they left you so you punish them
D) something you decide
Tw: slight smut(?), slight edging
"We'll be right back, princess," Norman had said before they left." "We'll be back in a couple of hours," Otto added before the door shut behind them. That was five hours ago. They left around one and you haven't heard a peep from them since; Norman actually left you on read and declined your call to see if they were coming home for dinner. With no answer, you ordered takeout from the place down the street and got comfortable on the couch with a movie and some wine. Only when dinner was finished and you'd showered for the night did they finally come to your shared home.
You didn't say a word when either man greeted you. "Sweetheart are you feeling okay?" Otto asked, already putting the back of his hand on your forehead; you shot him a glare and pushed his hand away "I'm fine." Otto frowned and sat down beside you. Norman sat on your other side "Whats the matter, princess?" He asked. Now you were glaring at him, words eluded you because you knew your voice would shake. Admittedly, you had a few glasses and they made you a little emotional and your mind went with your biggest insecurity; them fonding someone else "you've both been ignoring me. For two months you've both been sneaking around, ignoring my messages and calls when I try to ask if either of you will be home for dinner. You're gone for half the day, almost every day. Fuck, you guys are always on your phones even when we're together. Ifnyouve found someone else i should know so I'm not here all day like an idiot." You ended your little rant with a frustrated huff, quickly wiping your eyes before any tears could fall.
"Sweetheart how could we ever find someone else?" Otto took your hand and interlaced your fingers, kissing each of your knuckles softly. "Princess we've been together for almost three years. We love you more than anything." Norman added. He stood up and gently pulled you up with him "princess, we want to marry you." His hands cupped your cheeks gently and you felt Otto wrap his arms around you from behind, the latter beginning to plant father light kisses along the exposed skin on your next "we've been trying to plan the perfect getaway for the three of us so Norman and I could propose." "And I know the three of us can't be legally married but we'd still have the ceremony. We were going to surprise you this weekend."
All that was heard when they finished explaining themselves was a series of sniffles "really?" "Yes, sweetheart, you're the only girl in the world for us." Norman pressed a soft kiss to your lips and started pulling up the hem of your (Otto's) t-shirt and only parted from you to remove the garment while Otto continued pressing languid kisses to the skin of your neck, pushing down your sweats and boyshorts in one quick movement.
While Otto's hands traveled below your waist, his fingers dipping between your petals, Norman leaned down to take your nipple into his mouth, gently tweaking the other in his free hand. Otto's fingers circled your clit slowly and expertly for a few moments. When he heard a faint whisper/moan pass your lips, he ever so carefully pushed two of his fingers into your moist entrance, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you upright when he felt your knees begin to give out. Norman alternated between tugging your nipple between his teeth and circling the hardened peak with his tongue, switching to the other one every few minutes.
After your eyes fluttered shut and your head fell back to rest on Otto's shoulder, you missed the look they gave each other. Ottos fingers curled to where they were just brushing up against the spot you needed him to reach, his thumb circling and teasing your clit. Your knees buckled again when Norman gently bit your breast before laving at the throbbing area to soothe it; even though you couldn't see his face you could feel his smirk.
Very slowly, your orgasm built up and you leaned into Otto more for support as your knees desperately tried to buckle. Just as it was right around the corner, as you were seconds away from the orgasm that took its time, they both stopped. Norman stepped back with a smirk on his face and immediately after, Otto pulled his fingers out, looking into your eyes as he licked them clean and all you could do was let out a whime of protest, holding onto the arm of the couch to steady your jelly legs-along with your racing heart and foggy mind.
"W-why?" You asked after regaining enough of your breath and enough of the fog cleared from your brain. "Sorry sweetheart," Otto said with a sympathetic smile, kissing your temple softly. "You didn't trust us, princess. Now you won't get to cum until we're situated in our hotel suite on the banks of the Siene in Paris." Norman said with a smirk, pecking your lips softly before heading to the bedroom. "And don't you dare give Otto the puppy eyes!" He called before vanishing down the hallway, leaving you standing there in disbelief.
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marvel-snape-writes · 2 years
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Something a little different… (because I’ve fallen down a Norman Osborn / Willem Dafoe in general hole recently and just HAD to write this 😅)
After Hours. <— AO3 link
Don’t Call Me ‘Honey’.
Norman Osborn x original female character || smut
Set in the slightly younger days of the Osborn family where Norman is still married to Harry's mum, Emily.
Norman and Emily barely even speak to each other since having such busy schedules, let alone show each other affection. When they notice Harry is struggling with a certain subject at school, they both agree that the best option would be to get him a tutor that visits the house over the school holidays. However, as the lessons go by, Norman takes a particular shine to her being in the house so much and perhaps giving him the attention he has been missing.
Set a little while into the affair, Harry's maths tutor tries to entice Norman back to bed. Norman has a meeting to get to at work but can barely resist her taunting ways and words as she discovers what *really* gets him going; being told how much of a filthy love rat he really is.
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“ “I fucking wish you had eaten the breakfast on offer that didn't even require you leaving the bed…” The girl whispered into his ear from behind, gently kissing it.
“Are you crazy?!” Norman hissed through clenched teeth, shivering as she grazed her teeth against his earlobe, “My son almost just walked in on us!”
“So?” She continued to wind him up, resting her chin on his shoulder as they gazed into the mirror together.
“You know the saying ‘keeping things behind closed doors’, huh?” He glared, “That ain’t just a saying, it applies to things exactly like this.”
“Ah… I see,” She nodded, wrapping one of her arms around his lower stomach from behind and teasingly placing her fingertips into the waistband of his suit pants, “So, you don't want your son to know or tell your wife that you fuck his maths tutor at any given opportunity?”
“Th… That is…” Norman swallowed hard, glancing down at her fingers, “That is exactly what I am saying.” ”
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imnotaraccoon · 28 days
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I NEED HELP!
I need to find this fanfic and I can't remember what its called but i know what its about.
So, its about willem dafoes character (norman osborn), he's my best friends dad in the fanfic. I find him attractive and I'm awkward around him.
He comes to pick me uo one evening to have a sleepover at his house with his daughter (my bestfriend).
As I get ready, i trip, making my knee bleed like crazy, i grab some tissue and just stick it onto the wound, putting my jeans over it, making a bulge around my knee.
Norman (best friends dad, a.k.a willem dafoe) comes to pick me up, i get in the car, he notices the bandage, we flirt, yada yada.
Theres a time in the fic that my best friends decides not to hang out with me because her boyfriends coming over, even though she asked me to hangout.
I go to the bathroom or whatever (i dont really remember this part) but i do remember Norman (best friends dad, willem dafoe) helps me bandage my knee wound on the counter, we get flirty and start making out, etc.
if anyone sees this, PLEASE let me know what this fanfic is called, ive been looking everywhere for it but id don't remember if it was on here (tumblr) or wattpad.
So, it would be great if someone could help me find it, im honestly desperate.
ok, thank you!
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