#harry obsorn
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彡 venom!harry knows you’re in denial
NSFW ( love my men feral and insane )
w a r n i n g : really HEAVY explicit content. non con, bondage by symbiote powers?, spit play. yeah this one got away from me.
inky black tendrils snaked up your arms, roughly pinning them above your head- snuggly gripped around your wrists, so tight it began to make your hands numb with a dull ache.
“harry.. please..” you had begged for a while now, but it was rather pointless. the black tar had concealed your best friend entirely, leaving drastically white and sharp slits in the center of what was its face paired with just below them, massive teeth that could be compared to miniature sharp daggers.
“we are not harry.”
the alien holding harry captive insisted, it’s low raspy voice sending shivers down your body and settling in a heavy lump right in your stomach.
the looming creature leaned in toward you, only for you to turn away from its menacing glare, refusing to look it in it’s cloudy white eyes.
but it wasn’t too pleased with your defiance, large black tentacle like limbs slithered up your back and twisted around your throat, tightening and yanking your face back parallel to his. not only was it effective in forcing your attention back but you felt the air in your lungs constrict. and when you gasped, that’s when the alien lunged it’s head forward and unhinged his massive jaw- a long and slimy, throbbing tongue dragged out.
you flinched when you felt warm slick saliva hit your collarbones as it fell off the wet muscle, said tongue moving to ghost your bottom lip, threatening to dip inside your mouth.
you snapped it shut and the creature growled, the white slits in its face narrowing.
“bad..girl..”
the degradation made your heart drop. you weren’t sure if it was out of how unsettled you felt or the fact you were overwhelmed. between feeling it’s uncontrollable touch all over your trapped body or how it regarded you with such intense attention.
“harry…” you whispered, squirming but with no intention of escaping. it made the creature grimace, knowing you wouldn’t relent until you saw him.
so with a jerk of its head, it pulled back, the dark ropes slinking away, tucking themselves behind the back of a very pale and sickly looking harry.
you took him in while you had the opportunity- his under eyes were smeared with a dark red and bruising purple, black veins framing his face along his jaw. your eyes traced them down, seeing them webbed and tangling until they disappeared into the collar of his wrinkled grey t-shirt.
“you’re very stubborn.” was all he said, leaning back to examine how his counterpart had you all spread out and imprisoned before him. he could really see the resemblance of a mouse in a rat trap.
“don’t listen to it.” you ignored his statement, following through with the initial reason you even came to find him. “it doesn’t want to help you, it only wants to feed off you.”
but your prodding irritated harry, unconsciously making venom squeeze itself harder over you. it earned himself a high pitched cry from you and he watched while your face scrunched up in pain.
“you don’t know anything. you don’t know us.”
you didn’t like how bonded he was with that thing, using third person to regard it and himself.
“no but i know you-“ you countered, yanking on the tendrils clamped over your wrists. so hard you felt like you could dislocate your shoulder.
there was a brief flicker of something in your best friend’s eyes, his face momentarily softening at your words. there was some of the harry that you knew still in there. but he must’ve been told to think otherwise because the look was gone and he replaced it with a deep frown, once again inching his face down to yours.
“is that why you didn’t reach out to me? used peter as your little messenger the entire time i was gone?”
the accusation hurt but you deserved it, “i was scared- okay? i had feelings for you that i couldn’t-“ you were cut off by your own whimper, the tar limbs around your neck only gripping tighter.
“and when i came back, you avoided me. pretended like you didn’t recognize me.” harry’s voice turned rough, eyes wild and locked onto yours, which began to water and obscure your vision.
“ha..rry-“ the feeling in your head was getting light and full of tingles but harry wasn’t going to let you pass out just yet. he made venom retract from your neck only to be replaced by harry’s own large and black veiny hands. his grip was notably more weak but still firm.
“do you know how long i waited to see you again? how badly i wanted to..” but he didn’t finish his sentence, instead letting his head drop with a quiet sigh.
you took the moment of silence to grab a deep breath of air, panting from your previous lack of oxygen. before you could try and plea with harry again, he lifted his head, his face this time was troubled. but still held with the erratic power that coursed through him.
he didn’t say anything but you could feel the conversation he was having with himself. maybe you were closer to convincing him than you thought?
of course, that presumption was quickly proven wrong when the ropes holding you captive shoved you down with brutal force. you felt your spine crack and your back blossom with a burning heat- now being pinned to the cold cemented floor.
harry only took two steps to hover over you, the dark shadows casting down on his features making him look menacing.
“now you’ll feel as i felt. hopeless. vulnerable.”
you didn’t have time to ponder what he meant by that before you felt large pulsating tentacles glide over your hips and sides. it was briefly ticklish but you were too distracted to care when you looked down.
venom was starting to twist itself around your midriff, tendrils slowly lifting your shirt up your stomach and exposing your bellybutton. it left the fabric bunched up just below your tits, your entire lower half revealed to the darkness and harry’s eyes.
“what..” you opened your mouth just to have it stuffed full with venom. your words of refusal were muffled, watching the same limbs in your mouth now hooking through your waistband and tugging them down, almost impatiently. they swirled around the material before ripping holes into it and using the breaches to tear the pants into two with a loud sccrrrp.
with eyes widened and shouts concealed, you were helpless to prevent the destruction of your clothes. harry had been a bystander while it happened, his eyes tracking every action as if he were mentally communicating with the alien to do what he wanted to you.
he felt satisfied with how he left you now, underwear on display for his hungry eyes, one shoe off your foot and shirt stuck to your sweat sticky skin.
“doesn’t feel too good, does it?” he tsked down at your trembling body, still held down by his partner. your retort was obviously incoherent but harry didn’t bother to ask venom to retract from you to hear it properly. no, instead he got him to flip you around.
the cry you released vibrated in your chest just as the tendrils looped down to roll you over- wrapping around your thighs to lift your hips up and tuck your knees under yourself. the pressure you felt on your back caused your back to arch down and your cheek to squish right up against the cold floor.
harry had you face down and ass up- hands still bound by venom but above your head. the new position made your shoulders and back ache while your neck cramped with the strain.
at least the stifling gag you had was now removed, spit from your mouth connected to the slithering dark snake. it retreated and left your line of sight, but you felt it rather than saw it as it crawled up your forearm and bicep to keep you stuck as you were.
“please.. dont.” your voice was hoarse after all your attempts to voice your protests despite being suppressed. the only answer you got was a strong force pulling your legs apart. it frustrated you that you couldn’t see what harry was doing- and he knew it. he wanted you riled up and pissed off.
“oh, come on now. don’t tell me you aren’t into this, even just a little bit.” his voice mocked from behind you, the sound of him closer than it was before. he was walking closer, eyes zeroed in on your underwear clinging to your ass, the way he had you on the floor making the fabric hug your body in a way he could see the exact lines of where your asscheeks began and ended. not to mention inbetween them.
“this.. isn’t you!” struggling only made your ass bounce and now.. harry needed to touch you for himself. he crouched down and you could feel the movement, anticipation and anxiety flooding your stomach like a waterfall.
once he was level with your ass, he automatically reached out on instinct, smacking it to watch gravity take effect and ripple under the impact. your reactions encouraged him, big veiny hands moulding against the soft flesh hidden under the cloth, long fingers pressing down to grab a large handful of you.
you felt nauseous at the idea of your best friend touching you like this, having his way with you while he had an alien- not from this planet- hold you down and make you endure it. if peter told you this is how you’d end up an hour ago you wouldn’t have believed him. this scenario was so crazily obscure that he probably couldn’t have predicted this. you definitely weren’t into it.
harry would prove you wrong, oh so wrong. you were just in denial. denial about how you felt about us. he wanted to prove you wrong. he was going to, no matter what it took.
he lifted his hand off you, the spot he had placed it was left with a sizzling warmth that pulled at you in the worst way. like you knew that wasn’t the worst of what he wanted to do to you.
“you shouldn’t have come looking for me.” the force on your back lightened only to be replaced with a sturdy weight, body heat coaxing you to remain placid and still.
“you should’ve listened to pete.” harry’s voice was low and thick, right next to your ear. you tried to shift yourself to get more comfortable under the new pressing body on top of yours but he went limp causing your face to get more mushed up against cement.
“such a bad girl. but it’s okay. i’ll forgive you,” you felt like he had more to say but he left it to linger in the darkness between you two- or three.
the crushing weight left and once again venom slunk his tendrils over and around you to take over. but harry didn’t leave you, no, he only got off you so he could slip his greedy rough hands under the elastic of your last remaining piece of dignity on your lower body.
a soft, amused laugh poured from from his mouth at the sound of your surprised gasp, soon morphing into a strangled groan when he selfishly teased your clit. he had his fun, the pads of his index and middle fingers each pressing down on either side of your slit and pushing outwards, spreading you open underneath your panties.
“ahah- h-har,” it was difficult to talk due to you currently eating cement, your hips shrinking away from the way he held your pussy lips apart. warmth flooded your abdomen and between your parted legs, a fresh gush to coat his prying digits.
“shit.” harry grunted, his own stomach clenching with a rush of awakened lust. you sounded so submissive and malleable by just a simple stimulation. he found it kind of cute. venom must’ve too, the voice inside his head hushed but clear, ‘must.. be corrupted.’
you did. you deserved to be shown how good having this much power feels. to be broken down into nothing and then built back up, all because of us.
without so much of a warning or indication of what was about to happen, harry flicked his wrist and delved two fingers inside your puffy cunt. it wasn’t as wet as he had wanted it to be, a bit disappointed in venom for being so impatient but shoved them deeper nonetheless.
it milked a mewl out of you, your hips jerking back and legs twitching from underneath your stomach. your knees where already aching from holding such an uncomfortable position for so long but the sudden fullness pressing against your unexpecting, raw walls caused you to thrash around in your black confines and everything hurt much worse than before.
“fuhhkk!” your voice cracked and drawled out the curse, eyes fluttering closed at being stretched without care. “take it. know you can.” with the battle of venom’s influence in his head, harry’s demand came out gravely and harsh. to convince you more, he swirled his fingers inside and turned them over so that the back of his hand was facing upwards while his inner wrist was directed to the floor.
the feeling of him moving inside of you made your stomach constrict and your pussy to stutter around his long inky veined digits. harry took this as a good sign and continued, a small smile playing on his lips.
“that’s it. feel you sucking them in.” he muttered, doing something you didn’t expect. he curled his fingers down, purposefully hitting that spongy spot in the upper part of your cunt. he used the advantage of your current form and it helped his fingers sink deeper, his other fingers tucked into his palm like they would be in a fist.
no matter how much you had tried to prepare to stifle a potential moan- you couldn’t stop the one that burst past your lips, eyes rolling back contrary to your determined will. it only got louder the faster harry fingered your pussy, obscene wet squelches coming from inside your drenched underwear. the fabric moved every time harry pulled out and dived back in.
“g-g-uhhh..” you sounded so ruined, it made harry eager to keep going. he knew his cock was leaking just by how much it kicked inside his jeans without even looking down. he was so desperate to replace his fingers with his dick but that was venom pressuring him to destroy your last droplets of composure and pride.
he needed to be patient, he countered the parasite in his system. he wouldn’t relent until you were full and leaking his cum, he was determined on that. but first he needed you to be begging for it. hungry to belong to him.
“p..leeese.. hareey..st-ooop.” he felt spurred on by your slurs and hiccups, his other hand dipping into your waistband elastic on your lower back to slide it off over your ass. but it was too slow for venom, his own dark slug-like limb reaching out to rip the garment off you in pieces.
the lack of reaction on your slumped over end proved just how drunk you were alone on the sensation between your messy thighs, not even the cold air attacking your sensitive clit was not enough to garner anything out of you besides mumbled whines and lazy whimpers from harry’s consistent assault.
he scooted closer behind you, moving to kneel down since his cock was straining too much against his pants for him to crouch any longer. now that he was able to actually see what his fingers looked like fucking in and out of you like this, he needed to get his stupid jeans off right goddamn now.
using his other unoccupied hand, he sloppily undid his belt, the clinking of the metal was drowned out over the sounds you made when he added a third finger, your slick drizzling down his knuckles and palm, reaching past his wrist to his forearm. harry made no attempt to sooth you while he pried open your swollen and abused pussy, too focused on relieving his own angry cock.
you couldn’t really feel your hands anymore, pins and needles running through each nerve every time you tried to bend each finger or make a fist. venom had you in a deadly lock, deep red and purple mixing together to stain your skin for more than just one day. you’d be surprised if he didn’t break them either, the tendrils clamping down harder the more harry got closer to rutting his dick in you. he wanted you to know you couldn’t prevent it. couldn’t escape it or hold it off for much longer. you were fucked. about to be- literally.
the pressure on your head lifted momentarily and you were able to look back over your shoulder- just in time to get a good eyeful of harry before he yanked his fingers out of you. you groaned instinctively at the loss of being filled, some of your sticky slick being taken along with his hand. harry lifted his arm up and stared at it, mesmerized at the way your juices looked on his skin, contrasting the inky webs that littered his entire body.
his eyes lowered to meet yours once he noticed you watching him and he smirked smugly, his tongue slithering out to trail up his pale wrist and palm. your eyes flitted to catch it, seeing the way he swirled around his index finger and put it in his mouth, sucking you clean off of it. and damnit, did your cunt sputter around nothing, eager and begging to feel his mouth on your folds.
but harry was done with foreplay. he could fucking smell how badly you needed him inside and pounding your dripping pussy. unbeknownst to you, he was kind enough to let you lift your head up, knowing you’d look back. knowing you’d give into your primal desire to be fucked like the pretty little slut you had always wanted to be for him. you just weren’t aware of it. yet.
“i don’t think y-you want me to stop.” he retorted but his voice cracked from how clouded his head was, the blood no longer in his head but prominently flowing through his cock- the fleshy pink tip was leaking large glistening drops of precum, pale white and travelling down his veiny dick to pool at his balls that throbbed with a growing urge to empty in you more than once.
“is this what you wanted? when you came looking for me?” harry tried to steady his voice, unable to help but buck his hips with longing for friction, the hand he used to split you open curled down to grab his cock, teasing his balls on the way down.
“n..no-o..” you sniffled, body simultaneously aching and yet buzzing with how aroused you had become far beyond how you originally felt when you first decided to confront your best friend.
“no? you sure about that baby?” that same mocking tone hit your ears before harry took his cock and prodded the spot between your cunt and asshole before dragging it down, running his wet tip along your swollen and red pussy lips. you clenched your teeth before your moan slipped through the gaps passed your lips, his precum mixing with your slick and effectively getting you wet enough so he could fill you to the brim- to which he did until he could feel the ridged and bumpy surface of where your cervix began. but it wasn’t enough for him, harry groaning with possessiveness and venom’s inability to let things go, pushed deeper still, painfully pressing against the wall even though there wasn’t much space for him to go.
you yelled out, eyes shutting as tears fell from your waterline and made long streaks stain your face. the pain mingled with the rest of the soreness that collected along the entirety of your body, heightening your awareness of how harry and venom were everywhere around you, your pussy disobeying your consciousness and squeezing the intruding cock inside.
which you dreaded because harry loved it, his palms smacking heavily down on your hips, finger tips digging down into your skin and tugging you into him, taking you again and just as aggressively. no matter how much you begged him to slow down, he sped up, lowering his weight back onto you, only this time, dipping his head to yours so he could suck big, prominent hickeys and marks into the back and sides of your neck.
he fucked you fast, pistoning his own hips in a dominating pace just to be sure you could feel every single inch of him inside you. you definitely could, there was no doubt. it didn’t help when you felt him grab a fistful of your hair and force your head back, tilting your chin to angle it perfectly for him to lean in and spit inside your mouth.
“swallow.” he commanded you- you listened, opening your mouth after to prove you did just as he said. so he did it again but told you not to eat it, instead shifting his weight evenly so he could bring his hand up and make you take his fingers in your mouth just as he had earlier to his own.
you let him twirl his fingers around your tongue, scooping up his own saliva and playing with it inside your mouth before he pulled them out and moved them out of sight.
you thought nothing of it though, way too invested and absorbed with his cock dragging along your drippy pussy, his body trapping you against the floor, relentlessly thrusting himself in you brutally. not until you felt pressure along your asshole and something push inside.
“gonna feel all of me. mine now. ours.” the voice in your ear sounded a million miles away, your jaw going slack when harry forced his finger passed the tight ring above the same sloppy cunt he was fucking. it felt like you couldn’t breathe due to the tension building up inside your pelvis and spine, unable to speak out and protest against whatever the hell he was doing.
you certainly didn’t miss the revisted use of third person and felt the progress you assumed you had slip away. harry wouldn’t listen to you- wouldn’t listen to peter or mary jane. he wasn’t past saving- yet was just as much of a hypocrite. he was the one in denial.
and you could tell, as he used your devastated holes, using you as his last connection to himself. to who he was before.
proving you right, harry took his finger away from your tight hole and quickly sank his teeth into a particularly sensitive spot below your jaw next to your ear, your hips stuttering into his. you didn’t get to have any sort of release because harry dug his nails into the flesh of your sides, leaving behind crescent shapes as he dragged them down. he clawed at you, growling out in unsettling animalistic and creature like way before you felt his cock throb and jump inside you.
you barked out in a demand for him to pull out but venom was quicker, muzzling you like a dog and holding your face flat against the hard floor.
you felt hot blood ooze out of your nose, down your upper lip and straight onto the cement- while harry jerked and slammed his pelvis into your asscheeks, giving a rather weak thrust before letting out a deep moan, one of his hands removing itself from your side to smack on your lower back and hold you down.
yet during his sloppy orgasm- you felt heavy and burning ropes of semen pour out and splatter your insides. it wouldn’t fucking stop either, it just kept coming, pumping itself more and more until it formed a white ring around the base of his cock and stuck to your pussy lips, falling and collecting all over your thighs and pittering quietly onto the floor below you both.
now with your face laying in a tiny puddle of red, harry lifted your head up by the hair at the nape of your neck. it didn’t sting, everything felt numb and tingly.
he brought his hand up to wipe your mouth and cheek, black inkiness crawling up his neck and face before consuming him yet again. you really needed peter to find you.
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I got curious, was scrolling through Tumblr and saw a good amount of people talking about Parksborn specifically the MSM2017 version of them. Before this I honestly knew nothing about Parksborn I just knew it was popular and people liked it. So I decided to start watching MSM2017 to try and see what everyone else was seeing. I saw it. They in love.
One thing I will say about drawing is that figuring out how to draw Peter's hair was a fucking pain. One thing I did like is how different it is compared to how I draw MCU Peter's hair. Gotta love the multiverse.
I'm still not fair in MSM2017, I've looked up spoilers but technically I'm only in the beginning of season 1 school and work have been keeping me busy lately lol.
I'm running out of things to say lol. This drawing was just just made as chill drawing to do and not something big. Nice and simple.
My final note here, gay people real.
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Chapter 12 of Shake My Hand (and I’ll Forgive You) out now on AO3 <3
#irondad#spiderson#spider man fanfiction#fanfiction#ao3#ao3 writer#peter parker#tony stark#harry obsorn#mcu fanfiction#irondad and spiderson
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Commission for MariAleDC on Deviantart
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HARRY OBSORN
We desperately need the Osborns in the MCU!!
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everywhere, everything
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The ache in his chest pulls at him, in a way that feels suffocating as Peter closes his eyes and tries hard not to think of how Harry had looked at him in the seconds before he–
Not died– he’s alive, Miles brought him back but it’s different now, worse than it had been when he was in “Europe” for a treatment plan that neither he nor MJ knew about.
Now, Peter knows exactly where Harry is and what his days look like, knows the full extent of his injuries and the lack of brain activity that if Norman Obsorn were a gentler man, might have let Harry go.
Peter exhales, hating himself for thinking that way. There was a chance, small as it was, that Harry could wake up again– Peter refused to let go of that small hope. If Norman Osborn could hold on to it, Peter could too.
Or:
Peter takes a break.
Read now on AO3
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"Sugar Baby" pt. 3
Norman Obsorn X FemReader
Warnings: Age gap
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You were dropped off at your apartment after Norman took you to buy your new flats. It was such an exhausting night, that you considered leaving your makeup on when you crawled onto your bed, but you knew you’d regret it in the morning.
You sat up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom, washing off your makeup, brushing your teeth and getting changed into your comfortable PJ’s. You laid back in your bed and put Norman’s personal number into your phone and checked your text messages. Harry messaged you and asked if you made it home safe.
-What a sweetheart.- You thought before texting him back as you snuggled up in your blankets.
You didn't tell him about the shoes or the sugar baby offer. You were tempted to, but you didn’t want to go against Norman’s request. Your eyes began to droop as you were typing.
<You: Hi harry, just got home abt to go 2 bed. Hope u liked the party :) >
<Harry: I loved it. I’m rlly glad u were able 2 come and get a day off work. I miss hanging out w/ you. I guess its part of being adults and not having so much free time anymore.>
Your eyes opened up again as you read that sentence. It was true; you were never available anymore to be able to see anyone you really cared about, including Harry. Hell, you haven’t even called your mom since you got the job. You texted Harry goodnight and put your phone down and felt everything come into perspective. Maybe this sugar baby thing wasn’t such a strange idea after all. Norman had the money to burn, but you thought that being his sugar baby would feel like you were taking advantage of his money and emotions… however, he was the one to suggest it; so surely he knew you still cared, right?
You couldn’t stay on the thought any longer and passed out.
The next morning, you got ready for work. You worked for a local bakery as a cashier, which was starting off as a very small business which was why they were so desperate for your work and why you were underpaid. They promised higher pay soon, but you knew that you couldn't depend on it forever. This kind of underpay might be fit for a child that decided to start work, but not for an adult trying to make it on their own.
This morning your shift was slightly earlier than usual. It pained you to force your eyes open today. You slowly took your body out from under the covers and stumbled to the bathroom with your toothbrush and towel to do your morning routine as quickly as you could.
You quickly dressed yourself and shivered slightly. It was 6:20. Thankfully, just enough time to get to the bakery. After throwing on your coat and slipping into your work shoes, you closed the door behind you as you scrambled down the stairs and began your walk towards the bakery.
-Thank God the bakery sells coffee too,- you thought.
You got there just in time. The bakery smelled like fresh bread and muffins when you came in through the back door. They must have been just minutes away from being done.
"Thanks for coming in early today, (Y/n). Dean's still recovering from surgery, so we could really use the extra help," your boss Connor said sincerely.
"No problem. I just need a coffee and I'll be right as rain," you replied, making yourself a coffee behind the counter with the espresso machine.
You cleaned up the counter and swept the floors, waiting for the store to open at 7:00am. Your coffee was finally done and you took your time to make it to your liking. Things felt like they were calm now as the smell of the fresh pastries and fresh bread filled the building. It made you feel cozy.
7:13 rolled by and customers began to come around for their breakfast and coffee. The last person you expected to come through the quaint little doors was Norman Osborn himself. You recognized him in your peripherals by the way he walked and greeted the manager.
"Good morning, Connor. What do you have for me today?"
"Well, Norman… I have good old fashioned cruller donuts, if you like. I also put together an assorted dozen in this box," your manager said to him, turning to pick up a cute little donut box from the counter.
"Mr. Osborn…?"
Norman glanced toward your direction, at first disregarding you but when he realized it was you of all people, he greeted you warmly.
"(Y/n), I didn't know you worked here."
"I didn't know you ate here," you responded.
"Connor makes the best donuts in New York… not to mention, he's an old friend of mine. Starting a company isn't easy— I know that better than anyone— so taking some donuts and coffee is the least I can do for this place." Norman took the box in his hands and smiled at Connor, who was putting pastries in the display case.
"Never thought you were a donut lover. I honestly didn't think you liked sweet things at all."
"There's a lot you don't know about me," he said with a little smirk stretched on his left cheek.
He brought the box of donuts up to the counter and asked for a black coffee with two sugars. Before you even started on making coffee for him, he pulled out his wallet and took the exact amount of money out for the order, plus a twenty dollar bill.
With having finished making his coffee, you brought it over. "I normally don't work this early. Normally I start at 8. Connor just really needed someone this morning so I came."
"You're a hardworker, darling. I respect that," he commented while he slowly took the coffee from your hands, lightly brushing his hand over your fingers.
-It's still early February and it's freezing out, how is he so warm?- you thought.
You pulled your hand away and smiled politely. "Your total is eighteen–"
"Eighteen dollars and fifty cents. Yes, I know. Here you are." He handed over the money.
You counted the money and stopped him. "Hey, you accidentally gave me a twenty, Mr. Osborn."
"Accidentally? That's for you, darling."
"Oh, Mr. Osborn, I cant take this. Its very sweet of you though."
As you handed the twenty back, he softly grabbed your hand. "For the last time, call me Norman, (Y/n). You're a good friend of mine and that is something to be recognised." With that he gently pushed your hand back to you.
"Yes sir. If you say so, Norman."
"Anyway, i should be getting to work. It was really nice to see you darling."
-Why does that nickname make me so happy coming from him?- you thought.
Norman left the bakery with his food and smiled at you before shaking hands with your boss and leaving. You glanced over at Connor, thinking maybe he would ask about the extra twenty, but he only smiled at you.
"Tips are the best part!" Connor said.
Maybe... Maybe you should give Norman a call after work. The good thing about starting early today, was that your shift ended earlier.
At 12:30, you hung up your apron and clocked out, immediately going to get your bag with your phone in it. When you put the bag over your shoulder, nerves got the better of you. It couldn't hurt to try... but what if you got sucked into something you really didn't like?
You stood outside with an anxious hand reaching into your bag. Come on, this was Harry's father, he wasn't going to force you into anything you didn't want. Norman respected you and your friendship with Harry, he wouldn't try anything to hurt that.
You looked down at your cell phone with Norman's name lit up on the screen, your finger about to press the call button. What if he's busy right now? Well, you guessed it wouldn't actually matter because it would go to voicemail if he was busy, which you didn't mind at all. Finally, with the hope of going to voicemail in mind, you pushed the call button.
The phone rang, building anticipation.
"Please don't pick up."
As the phone continued to ring, you grew more hopeful. That is, until you hear his voice on the other side.
"Hello?"
"Oh! H-Hi."
"Who is this?" He asked, almost a little annoyed —maybe because you didnt state your name immediately.
"Hi Norman, uhh this is (Y/n)."
His voice seemed a lot more relaxed this time, and you could hear him smiling. "Hello, (Y/n). What can I do for you?"
"I didn't think you were actually... going to pick up. I just kinda wanted to talk about your... ahem, offer. If you're still interested."
"Right, my offer. I think it'll be a good idea to talk about it over dinner tonight. Unless you're busy, of course. There's no rush to do it if tonight doesn't work for you, darling."
"No! I mean, yes! Uhh tonight is perfect, sir. Anyway, bye–"
"Heh, aren't you forgetting something?" He chuckled. "I'll pick you up at 7:00, is that alright?"
"Yeah, it sounds great. I don't mean to rush the call but I have a class at 1:15. I should get going. I'll see you soon, Norman!"
"Alright. Remember to always take notes. I'll see you tonight, Darling."
He hung up the phone and you covered your mouth in disbelief of what you just did, and by the fact he called you darling again. This man might be the death of you if keeps calling you Darling.
#norman osborn is your sugar daddy#norman osborn#green goblin#norman osborn x reader#green goblin x reader#spiderman 2002#x reader
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Project Goblin
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52144999
by Spider_enthusiast
Harry Osborn and Peter Parker used to be “friends” until the spider bite. Then Harry was moved out of Midtown, and Peter broke those ties the second he got the chance.
Now he has a chance to reconcile. Will he take the chance? What about Norman Osborn? What business does he have with Tony and Stark Industries?
OR; Harry and Peter attempt to reconcile a failed friendship, but Norman Obsorn’s plans to destroy Peter and Stark Industries get in the way.
Words: 2097, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English
Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Harry Osborn, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, Various MCU Characters, The Avengers (somewhat), Norman Osborn
Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harry Osborn & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker
Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Harry Osborn sucks, Insane Norman Osborn, Parties, High School, Arguing, ex friends, Drama, Teenage Drama, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Worried Tony Stark, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Legal Drama, I suck at tagging
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52144999
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After seeing your bisexual Peter post + talking about Harry Hook yesterday, you know who I just remembered existed? Harry Obsorn.
Sidenote: until I Googled it just now, I thought Matthew Morrison (AKA the guy who plays Will Scheuster in Glee) was the one who played Harry in the Maguire Spiderman....
Andrew Garfield did literally say he wanted to play a bisexual spiderman lmao. Also bro literally kisses so many dudes. (Same with Sebastian Stan but this ain’t about him. ) Ig that’s why Harry and Garfield Parker had so many chemistry scenes?? Lmao -
Also that second photo is killing me lmao 😭 the smile - the hair- pfft
Holland Peter literally just has bi panic literally every movie/hj
Tobey Peter is like the ‘least bi’ outta them all but yknow he looked like he was down for the venom symbiote ,,,idk if tobey Peter liked Harry
tho I can also see Tobey Peter with dead pool
#andrew garfield spiderman#tom holland spiderman#tobey maguire spiderman#bisexual#bisexuality#tobey Peter is like me for real cause I am also the least bi person ever
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Project Goblin
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/6UGAidk
by Spider_enthusiast
Harry Osborn and Peter Parker used to be “friends” until the spider bite. Then Harry was moved out of Midtown, and Peter broke those ties the second he got the chance.
Now he has a chance to reconcile. Will he take the chance? What about Norman Osborn? What business does he have with Tony and Stark Industries?
OR; Harry and Peter attempt to reconcile a failed friendship, but Norman Obsorn’s plans to destroy Peter and Stark Industries get in the way.
Words: 2097, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English
Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Harry Osborn, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, Various MCU Characters, The Avengers (somewhat), Norman Osborn
Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harry Osborn & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker
Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Harry Osborn sucks, Insane Norman Osborn, Parties, High School, Arguing, ex friends, Drama, Teenage Drama, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Worried Tony Stark, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Legal Drama, I suck at tagging
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/6UGAidk
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hi! i’m harry obsorn from marvel’s spider-man 2 (insomniac), i’m a fictive. i age slide between 24-26 but bodily in the age range of 18-21, so no minors. i’m mainly looking for peter (we were/are dating), but anyone that isn’t another osborn is welcome to reach out. find me at @osbornandraised or interact and i’ll reach out to you. thanks!
🃏
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𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 : uhh would a child of Bruce Wayne & a trans Harvey Dent be allowed (if so can I get some FC recommendations) if that's not allowed, maybe some other FC ideas for a Bruce kid (either just him or paired up with someone like Selina. I'm interested in the idea for Clark with a clone of Bruce too?) thanks!
hello! and yes, we have plenty of kids with 1-2 trans parents [ harry obsorn + killmonger, peter parker + johnny storm, warren worthington iii + laura kinney, etc ]. so we have no problem with canons being made trans. while we'd allow that, i'm going to suggest face claims for all of the pairings above.
bruce wayne + harvey dent -- mia goth, hailee steinfeld, anya taylor joy, freddy carter, hunter schafer, drew starkey, jeremy allen white, charles melton, evan mock, cody christian.
bruce wayne + selina kyle -- rome flynn, manny montana, priscilla quintana, tyler posey, brianna marquez, alexa demie, isabela merced, bad bunny, luka sabbat, @.aaliyahceilia, quintessa swindell, lucien laviscount, rege jean page, madison bailey, michael cimino.
bruce wayne + clark kent [ clone / experiment ] : gabriela quezada bloomgarden, tony revelori, jeannie mason, gigi zumbado, jordan gonzalez, gaby asturias, nina quezada bloomgarden.
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Ok just imagine roommate au au where mj, Harry, and ned go to MIT and they all become friends. MJ and Harry start to date and she really cares for him but every break she goes home and works in the coffee shop and sees Peter and just feels too much for a boy she barely knows. If she's honest with herself he's really the only reason she still works there.
You know that I am a sucker for sad boy Harry Obsorn. You know that I think everyone should be in love with Michelle Jones "MJ" Watson. You know I would go absolutely feral if Harry Obsorn is into MJ but she just can't seem to let go of this feeling about that regular at her coffee shop back home.
Marvel give us that angst, pls.
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Okay I know I just reblogged the newest entry in this series but then I got curious and looked at the number of hits it had and there are not nearly enough!!! This is seriously one of the most well written and thought out AUs I've ever read! Please give it a read!!!
#tony stark#peter parker#harley keener#harry osborn#ben parker#may parker#norman obsorne#mary parker#fan fic#skip westcott#tw abuse#suspense#intrigue#it's basically if peter harley and harry were siblings#and norman and mary were their parents#and also like sokovia#spider powers#skip being skip#everything is so well thought out#please read this
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characters it would’ve been cool to see in spider-man 3: no way home but wouldn’t have been feasible for plot reasons and the interactions they could’ve had:
gwen stacy who hasn’t loved TASM!peter yet, who is still at the beginning of her relationship with him, who doesn’t know she’s near death and doesn’t know she’s going to love this boy but sees him for who he will become and is able to remind him of his youth, of his love, of what he was before becoming bitter
conversely, gwen stacy from moments before death, still falling, who has not heard the snap of her back against the ground as her last sensation, who is about to go to england, but can see, clear as day, who peter will become if she dies. peter then spends his energy on finding a way to keep her alive when she returns; wings or powers or something that could rewrite history, at least in her version of events, and this is what he loses himself in: saving a person who might not be able to be saved
harry osborn from TSAM2 - a harry who doesn’t recognise norman in appearance or personality, but can see who he might’ve had in another universe. a harry who is sick and desperate for a cure; a cure that might even be found in this universe. a norman osborn who wishes to see his son, even a son he doesn’t know by face, but by god knows by heart, live
harry osborn from early in the original trilogy, who discovers his father as the green goblin and is desperate to help him. harry who sees original!peter older and pesters him for the future (he imagines wives and jobs and picket fences but sees the heartbroken look on peter’s face and knows suddenly that he will get none of it)
both harry obsorns, comparing fathers and boarding schools and peter parkers. their respective peters look on. TASM!peter says “man, your harry sure does look like james franco”. original peter replies “who the fuck is james franco”
a heavily pregnant mary-jane watson who craves only pineapple and a way home. michelle jones is her hero. she says “you know, sometimes, i don’t much like using ‘watson’ either”. they compare fathers and michelle gets to see a future where she survives hers
both harry osborns and ned lectures TSAM!peter and original!peter about not befriending the ned leedses in their lives. he facebook stalks the harry osborn of the MCU and declares that his peter is not allowed to meet him, nuh uh, no way, they’re never becoming friends
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*looks at picture of Dane Dehaan* Stop being so hot it's ruining my goddamn life
#dane dehaan#harry obsorn imagines#harry osborn#tasm2#literally#help#why am I so obsessed with older men
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