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charliedawn · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And you do ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"EDDIE ! Y/N IS GETTING MARRIED !"

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

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

"EDDIE !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bring back our happiness..."

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

"...Y/N ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wrong answer, Otto."

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

Five years.

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

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

"YOU LEFT ME, COWARD !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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horneewithpurpose · 2 years

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FUUUUUUCK- honestly, give me a villain ridden with guilt whos good at heart but can’t get out of villainy due to the voices in his head/his family/his motives and I’ll suck his dick SO FAST

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vvaspoppie · 10 months

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

Y/N: And why would I?

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

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

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

Harry: You people already know too much about me.

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

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

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

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

Max Dillon: Looking back, I have no regrets

Y/N: You should

Peter: You should have a lot of regrets

Max: Yup

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

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

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

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

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

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

Otto: You just doodled your wedding invitations.

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

Otto: My mistake.

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

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

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

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caps-clever-girl · 2 years

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

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

norman: thats mean :(

norman: pumpkin i would always catch you.

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

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

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

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moustacheshe · 2 years

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Yandere! Green Goblin (tssm) x fem! Reader

Note: I really just slipped into that series ^^' I still hope you enjoy it <3

(f/c) - favorite color

(f/g) - favorite gemstone

Warnings: nsfw, non-con, kidnapping, oral (fem receiving), biting, blood

Please don't read if you are under the age of 18! Furthermore, if you don't enjoy NSFW please skip the part! I marked the beginning and the ending.

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"Good morning Dr. Octavius, I'm so sorry I'm late!" You come in running, into the laboratory. The bus you usually take to reach the Oscorp Laboratory had an accident and was canceled. So you now ran all the way to your work, your half eaten breakfast still in your hand. You run past Otto Octavius, who couldn't say anything as fast as you run past him. Norman Osborn comes walking down the stairs of the laboratory. You couldn't stop in time, so you dodge him on your way. He quickly steps aside, surprised by you rushing past him. "Good morning Mr. Osborn! Sorry Mr. Osborn!" He wants to shout after you, but you've already vanished behind another corner. You quickly go into the locker room, throwing your stuff in your locker and putting on your lab coat. Between those things you take a bite of your breakfast and leave the locker room again.

Running back around the corner you see Norman Osborn still standing on the spot you almost ran him over. The moment he sees you coming he steps in your way. "(Y/n) one moment please!" You start to slow down and come to a sudden stop in front of him, almost crashing into him. "I'm really sorry *pant* I'm late, Sir. My bus *pant* had-" He stops your rambling with a gesture of his hand. "I don't care why you are late, but you should not exhaust yourself like that." You swallow hard while trying to catch your breath. "Look at you... You look horrible." You look away from him and mumble a 'Thank you very much, Sir...' under your breath. "Follow me, please!" He gestures you to follow him. Without any protest you walk behind him.

On your way you walk past Dr. Octavius, who looks at you with a confused expression. "Octavius, I'm borrowing your lab assistant for a few minutes." Norman exclaims, without even looking at the doctor. You just shrug your shoulders and mouth a 'I'm sorry' to Otto. The doctor just smiles at you and rubs the back of his head.

After a while he comes back with a glas of milk (cow, oat, soy, almond you decide) and some biscuits. He puts the glas and the biscuits in front of you and sits down on the other armchair. You just stare at the things on the table, wondering why he's doing this. Norman folds his hands, leans back and crosses his legs. You sit there not knowing what to do or say. "Since you didn't eat breakfast properly, I thought i might offer you something. I hope this is okay, I don't have anything else at the moment." Your eyes widen and your brain stops functioning for a moment. 'Huh?!' "Is something wrong?" You snap back to reality and shake your head. "No Sir! Thank you very much." You take one biscuit, dunk it into the milk and eat it. Norman's frown turns into a slight smile. "What I wanted to talk about to you..." He leans forward resting his elbows on his knees. "I know you always come to work by bus. If there is any reason for you to be late, just call me. You don't have to come here running. Besides doesn't your boyfriend have a car? Can't he bring you to work?" You raise an eyebrow and look at him puzzled. "Why would you assume I have a boyfriend, Sir? I don't have one...and if I do, you know more than me." You answer, laughing nervously at your own joke. Norman seems genuinely surprised by your answer. "Oh well, I never thought that a beautiful young woman like yourself would be single."

Norman takes you to his office and motions you to sit down. You sit down in one of the two armchairs, seated opposite of each other. In between them there is a small table with a tablecloth on top of it. 'Well at least I'm not seated at the big table... The 'I'm about to fire you' table...' "I'll be with you in a moment." The man says and walks into another room.

Indeed, what good news.~ Not that the other scenario would present a problem.

Your face gets a little heated at his compliment and you look down on the biscuits. "Well if that's so, I'll find someone to pick you up." Your head snaps back up and you look at him in confusion. "Mr. Osborn you don't need to do this. I'm well capable of getting here on my own." There is a question you really want to ask, but you decide not to. 'Why does he care so much for me?' You've only worked here for about 3 months and you're still young and inexperienced. So why would he always patronize you? Is it because of your age? "(Y/n) I have to make sure my employees are save and healthy. It'll be no big deal, just one phone call for me." His statement doesn't fit the way everybody else talks about him. It just doesn't make sense.

Suddenly his phone starts ringing, ripping you out of your thoughts. Norman pulls out his phone and looks at the screen. "I'll have someone by tomorrow, don't answer back! Now off to Dr. Octavius!" He stands up and answers his phone. Leaving you behind, confused and speechless.

It is one day after a stressful day of work. Dr. Octavius and you are the only ones left in the laboratory. "This Green Goblin guy really stole Oscorp technology, huh?" You suddenly ask the scientist while looking at the newspaper. Otto looks up from his work and one of his mechanical arms takes the newspaper from you. "Hey, I wanted to read that!" You protest, puffing up your cheeks and crossing your arms. "This is not your concern." He answers looking at the article. You can't quite read his expression. "Well he really crashed that party with all those rich people... But I think Spider-Man will get him eventually." You say trying to ease his nerves...and yours.

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Dr. Octavius sights and rubs his eyes underneath his glasses. "It's already way past the end of your work. Go home and get some rest, I'll stay a little longer to work on the generator." He says, putting down the newspaper. "I just don't wanted to leave you alone Dr. Octavius. If something happens I can-" "(Y/n) that's really sweet of you but you need your rest. Now shoo!" He turns you around with his mechanical arms and pushes you to the door. "Okay, okay. I'll leave." You say raising your hands in defeat. "Good night, see you tomorrow doctor." You give him a little wave and leave the room.

As you enter the room something feels off. The doctor is nowhere in the room. You hear the big generator working. It is until then you spot Dr. Octavius on the small screen on the control desk. He hysterically waves at the camera. You quickly run over and press the button which allows you to speak to him. "Dr. Octavius what is going on?!" You ask, starting to panic. He seems to be in big trouble. "(Y/n)! Did you insert the key into the control desk?!" He asks sounding stressed and angry. "NO! Which key?!" You look around, quickly spotting the red key inserted in the control panel. "What do I do?!" You ask as the generator gets louder and louder. "You need to turn the key to unlock the door and then pull it out in this position. Hurry!" He explains looking behind him to the big machine building up electricity. You quickly step over to the key...

As you are packing your stuff in the locker room you notice something is missing. "Oh shit, I forgot my phone in the laboratory!" You jog back to the control room you and the doctor were in.

Then you let out a yell as you get yanked back. A arm wraps around your neck holding your head locked in place and your body pressed against your attacker. "Well well, what have we here.~ Someone who wants to ruin the fun.~" A awfully misaligned voice speaks behind you. "(Y/n) what is going on?! Please help!" Dr. Octavius's voice sounds from the speakers. You pull at the arm holding you and try to wriggle out of the headlock. "LET ME GO! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?! DR. OCTAVIUS I'LL HELP Y- arg! " You let out a strangled noise as the arm tightens around your neck. The stranger giggles at you squirming in his grip. He drags you over to the control desk. "I'm sorry doc, (y/n) is currently not available. Please try again later...if you can.~" Then he starts laughing turning off the intercom. You saw his hand while he turned off the microphone...it was green with claw like fingers. The picture in the newspaper. You swallow hard while you're frozen in fear as you realize who the person behind you is. "Y-You are the...the..." "Oh~ Pardon me, I forgot to introduce myself.~" He suddenly releases you. You stumble forward, catching yourself on the control desk. There's no time to catch your breath as you quickly turn around to face the person. There he is. He's even taller than you imagined him. A huge grin adorns his face and his yellowish eyes are fixated on you. You feel his gaze piercing right into your soul. "They call me the Green Goblin.~ My pleasure meeting you.~" He spreads his arms and takes a bow. 'What a freak.' You thing while pressing yourself against the desk.

Suddenly you feel the building shaking and the generator starts shooting lightning. You see Dr. Octavius on the monitor, he's getting one electroshock after another. The ceiling starts crumbling. 'SHIT!' You clench your teeth and look away from the monitor. The Goblin starts laughing, seemingly very amused about the whole situation. "Ahahahaha, what a show!" You start panicking as you try one last time to get to the key. One last chance to stop this disaster. "Not so fast, princess!~" The Goblin exclaims grabbing your wrist. "No! I need to stop the machine! Dr. Octavius is going to die and the whole building is going to collapse!" You yell at him trying to twist your wrist out of his grip. "Now this is the fun part. What would a show be without 'la grande finale'.~" He says motioning with his free hand.

You whimper as he yanks you forward. He catches you in his arms as you almost fall to the ground. With some more insane laughing he hoists you up and throws you over his shoulder. You let out a uncomfortable noise as you start to struggle in his grip. "WHAT ARE YOU- ? LET ME DOWN!" You yell kicking your legs and pounding on his back. He exits the room. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "What kind of behavior is that? I wasn't even planning on saving someone today. You should be thankful." He says acting like he is hurt. "Saving me?! You caused this chaos! And where the hell are you taking me?!" You hiss while pushing yourself up to look over your shoulder. He chuckles at your brave behavior. "Now now, you wouldn't be in this situation if you hadn't come back into the control room. Although I have to say it was quite exiting meeting you.~ But you should be careful to talk to me in that tone of voice. I'm not exactly what you call a nice person, I very much enjoy hurting people.~" You freeze for a moment. 'The newspaper said that he placed a bomb in a room full of people... He has no chill killing... And Dr. Octavius... I am lucky he didn't choose to hurt or...kill me...' The Goblin laughs at your sudden silence. "Hehehe, what's wrong, has the cat got your tongue?" You swallow hard and think about a way out of this situation.

"(Y/n)?!" You hear a faint voice. "(Y/n), where are you?!" It's coming closer. You've sunken down on the door after shouting for what felt like hours. "(Y/n)?! Are you here?!" You know this voice. "Mr. Osborn!" You whisper in realization. Quickly you stand up and start to bang against the door again. "I'M HERE! MR. OSBORN HELP, PLEASE!" Now you hear footsteps quickly coming closer. "(Y/n) are you in here?" His voice comes from right outside the room you are in. "YES! Yes I'm in here!" You shout. The door rattles but it doesn't open. "The lock looks like it melted..." Norman says from the other side of the door. "I'll need to ram the door. Step away from it!" "Okay!" You don't think that he can take down the door, but you step away from it anyway. There are a few forceful bangs against the door before it gives in. It bursts open and Norman Osborn stands in the doorway... You pause for a second. 'Weird...he almost looks like...' There's this unpleasant feeling in your stomach.

Not long after, the man carrying you comes to a sudden stop. He opens a door and you start to panic. "W-What a-are you doing?" You ask nervously. The Goblin doesn't answer you, he just let's you down and shoves you into the room. It's a lumber room. He stands in the door way, leaning against the frame as he grins down on you. You back away from him as far as you can in this small room. "What a shame, I would've loved to spend more time with you.~ But I need to go, I don't want to miss the outcome of my little experiment.~" He explains in a sinister tone, seemingly satisfied with himself. "What experiment?" You whisper with a shakey voice. He chuckles. "You'll see.~" That's when he backs out of the doorway, putting his hand on the door. "We'll meet again (y/n).~ Maybe next time we can spend some more time. I'm starting to like you.~" His shit eating grin grows even bigger as he closes the door and seals it shut with the laser from his finger. You stood there in the darkness of the room, shaking from the experience and his words. Slowly you approach the door and you try to open it. Of course it doesn't. "Hello?! Hello?! Is someone there?! PLEASE HELP! SOMEONE?! ANYONE?! I'M IN HERE!" You bang against the door and start to throw your whole bodyweight against it until your shoulder hurts.

You shake your head and run to Norman hugging him. He seems surprised by this sudden embrace but decides to let it happen. It's not like he didn't absolutely love it... "It's okay now." He strokes your back while you burry your face in his chest. "Dr. Octavius told me you-" "Dr. Octavius! Is he okay?" You interrupt him looking up with a concerned face. Norman's expression darkens. "Yes he's alive but...I'll explain that to you later... You need to tell me who did this." His request sounds urgent. You clench your hands to fists. "It was the...the Green Goblin."

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After that day your life started changing. Norman told you about what happened to Dr. Octavius and you were...devastated. A little relieved that he survived but... You have nightmares about the incident and you can't quite focus on your work. Norman gave you one week off, you told him that you don't need it but he insisted. It is not only that you can't sleep at night but when you wake up...there are scratch marks all over your body. They are not deep but very much visible. At first you thought that you scratched yourself while sleeping, you know...because of the trauma. But those marks don't look like they were made by fingernails. No, they look like claw marks. They are a warning...or more like harbinger...

Getting ready to go out you pack your stuff in a bag. It's weekend and you want to distract yourself by doing something with your friends. You leave the house and walk down the busy street. It's a beautiful day outside and you actually feel very good about today. As you make your way to the next café you see Norman Osborn approaching you. "Good morning (y/n)! I was about to visit you at your home." You raise an eyebrow and look at him confused. "Good morning...why...why would you want to visit me, Sir?" He looks like he's in a rush. "Oh, I just wanted to check on you. You were not looking to good as you left work yesterday. And you still don't look better." He answers, looking concerned. 'Why would he care? His behavior is really weird.' You just give him a soft smile.

You sight as you see new scratches on your body. 'It's him isn't it...' You ask yourself, already knowing the answer. "Hopefully Spider-Man will get him soon...whoever is underneath that mask." You whisper to yourself, trying to calm your racing thoughts.

Oh I would kill for that smile.~ But patience is a virtue...good thing I don't believe in morals. ~

"I'm fine, but thank you for asking Mr. Osborn. I'll have to go now, it was nice meeting you." You say wanting to go past him but he holds you back. "Wait I wanted to give you something." He fumbles in one of his pockets and pulls out a little present. "It's a little something to cheer you up. Just open it when you're at home." Norman says handing you the little package. You take it and are even more confused than before. "Thank you, Sir... But I really can't-" "No discussion! I need to go now, I've still plenty of work to do. Have a nice weekend and I'll see you on Monday." With a little nod and a smile he leaves you standing, still processing the whole encounter.

It is late and your friends brought you home...

You've carefully put the present in your bag and continued your day. The entire day you've spent being with your friends and doing something together. It was a really refreshing and overall enjoyable day. You told your friends about the encounter with your boss and the present he gave you. They all agreed on your boss being a sugar daddy... You just shoke your head and laught at their inappropriate comments. They just can't take this serious...

You enter your apartment and lock the door behind you. The bag you are carrying went flying onto the couch. With a sight you begin to take of your clothes until you're left in your underwear. You go to the bathroom and throw them into the washing basket. Getting rid of the rest of your clothes you step under the shower. The warm water relaxes your sore muscles and the soap washes of all the sweat. You step out of the shower, towel yourself and get ready for bed. Putting on your sleep t-shirt you walk to your bedroom. You open the window and the cool air of a beautiful summer night fills your lungs. With a smile you breathe in deeply, but then you notice something. The present...you didn't open it. You decide to get it and open it in your bedroom, since you probably can't sleep now that you know you completely forgot about it. Sitting down on your bed, you eye the square box in your hand. It is neatly wrapped with a (f/c) ribbon on top of it. Slowly you open it and inside is a jewellery box. "Huh..." It looks very expensive. You open the box and it reveals a bangle. "Wow..." You breathe as you see the jewellery. Carefully you get it out of the box and look at it for a moment. It is gold/silver with a big (f/g) on it. You put it on your wrist and continue to watch it shine in the light.

"What a nice bangle, it fits you perfectly.~" You stiffen and slowly turn your head over your shoulder to face the open window. There he is...the Green Goblin. He sits on the windowsill, one leg dangling of the edge. You quickly stand up from your bed facing him and backing up a few steps. "W-What are you d-doing here?" He smirks and looks you up and down. "My marks look good on you, don't you think?~" You you pull your t-shirt further down, trying to cover yourself. "No! They don't! How do you even get in her? I always lock everything up before going to sleep!" He laughs. "As if a closed window could stop me." The Goblin seems very amused about your silly question. "But you know what? Let me show you another thing.~" He demonstratively raises a finger and presses a button on the gear on his forearm. You hear a beeping sound and look down on your wrist. "What?!" The Goblin presses the same button again and the bangle around your wrist tightens. "Ow! What is-?!" Now panicking you try to get it off. "NO! FUCK!" You curse as it won't move. The Goblin laughs and jumps down from the windowsill into your room. "How do you like my present?~" You look at him in despair. "HOW? ARE YOU WORKING TOGETHER?" He snickers. "Eh, wrong! Who do you think I am?~" Freezing in you action you stare at him. "M-Mr. Osborn?" You ask, your voice shaking. "Bingo.~" His grin gets even bigger.

You feel like passing out. This can't be...or can it? You suspected it maybe one or two times but... For it to turn out to be reality is on a whole nother level. "Mr. Osborn...why? Why do you do this?! I've never done anything wrong. I...I-" He chuckles. "My my, why so nervous, I'm not going to hurt you...if you behave.~ Besides I'm not exactly Norman Osborn we just...share the same body.~ I am the Green Goblin.~" He starts coming closer. "Stay away from me! This is crazy! You are crazy!" You turn around to the door, quickly trying to get out of the room. As you are about to open it a stinging sensation drives from your wrist through your whole body. Like an electric shock, stunning you as you let out a yell. You support yourself on the door, your legs are shaking. The Goblin clicks his tongue and begins to chuckle again. "Ups, I forgot to tell you.~ My little present comes with some small extras installed into it.~" He now stands right in front of you, towering above your shaking form. You begin to panic, starting to breathe faster. "W-What do you want?" You ask glaring up at his face. "Oh, but what a delightful sight.~ I like it even more when you're looking at me like that, thinking you could intimate me.~" He forcefully grabs your chin and squishes your cheeks. With his other hand he grabs one of yours and pulls you closer. You try to get away from him, growling in frustration. "Ohhhh, if looks could kill... I'm so scared.~" He purrs sarcastically. "Now for the reason I'm here. Norman can't be seen taking you. So that's what I'm here for.~ Of course not without my own intentions. We'll keep you with us, we want you to love us as much as we love you."

-NSFW-

Your eyes widen and you don't know what to say. 'I-Is he for real?!' You whimper and struggle even more in his grip. He releases your face but quickly catches your other arm. "Y-You can't do this! You're a monster! Norman has a wife! I'm never going to love you!" You yell at him, hoping that maybe your neighbours will hear it too. "Ouch, I'm so hurt.~ Hehehe, I think I'll need to proof it to you just how much I want you.~" He chuckles, his face twisting into a way more sinister expression.

With a swift motion he turns around with you and shoves you onto your bed. "No! Stop!" You try to get up again but he is faster, throwing your legs onto the bed and sitting himself onto your hip. You try to push him down but he is way to heavy for you. "Don't make a fuss, princess. You're going to enjoy this.~" He fumbles on the back of his belt and pulls out some black ropes. "No, please I-" "Hush! And don't think about screaming...although I would much enjoy hearing your muffled cries underneath a gag." You seal your lips shut, pressing them together until they're only a thin line. You won't give him this satisfaction. He looks a little disappointed at your reaction. Nevertheless the turns you around underneath him, grabbing your arms and binding them together behind your back. You struggle and whimper as he pulls the ropes tight around your wrists. He pauses for a moment and looks at his work. "There, nice and secure.~ I hope you're comfortable.~" The Goblin chuckles before turning you back around.

Now you try to kick your legs in an attempt to get him off you. He simply catches your legs and holds them down with his legs. The Goblin then leans down to you, his head hovering just about the skin of your neck. You can feel his hot breath on it. "This little Goblin is going to give you a really good time.~" With those words he latches onto your neck. He bites down making you cry out in surprise. You close your eyes tightly and bite your bottom lip, trying desperately to make no sound. He begins to suck on the spot he just sank his teeth in, clearly enjoying the taste of your blood. His hands trail down your sides slipping underneath your t-shirt. "S-Stop ngh!" You manage to get out between clenched teeth. The Goblin leaves the spot on your neck, which stings badly and has a tight sensation to it. "Don't be like that, princess.~ I want to have my fun too. At least let me mark you properly.~" He gives you a toothy grin and goes down on another spot on your neck. At least this time he doesn't bite you. Leaving a few smaller marks on your neck he wanders deeper, his claws dragging across your flanks. A whimper leavers your mouth as he gets down from your hip and places himself between your legs. "No! You're not going to-" He interrupts you by grabbing your tights harshly. You curse yourself for not wearing underwear for sleeping. "No, I'm not going to do that. I'll do something way more fun.~" You swallow hard as he chuckles and slides his hands down to your hip. He lifts up your abdomen, revealing your lower lips.

You want to close your legs but the Goblin won't allow it. Your face gets hot and you turn your head away, not wanting to see what he's about to do to you. He chuckles at your reaction. "You're already wet and flustered, how delightful.~" The man then starts kissing the inner side of your tights. Trailing down to your wet womanhood before stopping and looking up at your face one more time. You can feel his breath on your hot skin. "I've been more than patient to finally get to taste you.~ Besides it's way more fun when you're conscious.~" Your head snaps in his direction. "W-What did-" You accidentally let out a moan as he goes down on your sensitive core mid sentence. He circles your clitoris with his rough tongue, spreading your lips with his fingers. You begin to lose control of the sounds you are making and more and more moans escape your mouth. He pauses for a moment, letting you struggle in his grip. "Feels good, doesn't it?" You can't answer as you are way to busy trying to get control back. The Goblin just laughs at your desperate state and throws your legs over his shoulders, latching back onto your womanhood.

As he begins to suck you and his tongue enters your wet opening, you're eyes roll back in their sockets and your spine starts to buckle. You moan loudly as his tongue hits a sensitive spot. He notices and starts to circle that spot, hitting that bundle of nerves over and over again. The stimulation sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. You fight the rope holding your arms onto your back, as you want to claw into the mattress, hold on to something. He enjoys every moment of this, purring into your heat. You feel a tight sensation building up in your abdomen. "Please... Please I-I'm..." You want to beg for him to finally give you your sweet release. He knows exactly what you want and since he waited way to long for this moment, he grants you your wish. He presses down on your sweet spot and you moan loudly as the tight pleasure finally releases. Your sweet nectar emptys in his mouth and he would be a fool to let anything of it go to waste. The Goblin licks up any remaining drop while your whole body is shaking from the orgasm.

Your mind is clouded as your hight slowly ebbs out. "Now, did I promise to much?~" The man asks licking his lips. You don't answer you just look at him through half lidded eyes. "Oh you poor thing, all tired from just one little orgasm.~" He teases you, putting your hip back down onto the mattress. You can't put up with the lack of sleep, the stress and this situation, this is why you are so tired. "Well then I guess you deserve some good rest. After all those sleepless night's.~ It was still fun, entertaining indeed.~ Even your current helpless state is very amusing.~" He chuckles as you increasingly fail to stay awake. "Don't worry princess, I'll take good care of you.~ Sleep tight.~" You allow yourself to close your eyes, not that you wanted to but you have no energy left. The last thing you notice is that you get picked up and carried away.

-NSFW END-

#the spectacular spider man #green goblin #tssm green goblin #x reader #yandere #tssm otto #tssm norman osborn #norman osborn #tssm #one shot #art #artist #otto octavius #digital art

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edith-hyde · 1 year

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I saw ur post about the x readers! I love both Norman and otto, they my boys. Is there anyway you could possibly do a lil story where the reader has a god awful migraine, I’ve been dealing with one for the past 4 days, and I’m dying rn. Like what do you think he’d do when his S/O gets a bad migraine? If you don’t wanna write it it’s okay! I still love u and ur stories nonetheless! 🤍

I am sorry to hear about the migraine :( I know your pain all too well. I hope these little shorts bring you some comfort. Get some rest and drink plenty of water!

NORMAN OSBORN

Norman entered the room and flipped on the light. You instantly groaned, rolling away from the glaring torture that was the lamp. Norman scowled, staying rooted by the door.

“Y/N? What’s the matter?”

“Turn it off,” you wined, “I’ve got a migraine.”

The light disappeared, plunging you back into the blessed darkness. You sighed with slight relief, though the pain still seared through your head. You honestly wanted to throw up because it hurt so bad. There was very little that was likely to bring you comfort, but Norman still tried.

Approaching the bed with purpose, Norman sat next to you and pulled you into his lap. He pet your hair which strangely soothed the pain within your skull.

“Would you like me to get you anything?” he whispered, “We’ve been working on some new painkillers at work…”

“I’m not really in the mood to take experimental drugs,” you moaned.

“Fair enough. Just… tell me what I can do.”

“Just hold me. It’ll pass in a few hours.”

Norman readjusted himself so that he was braced against the headboard. He continued to stroke your hair until you finally fell asleep. Your last thoughts were of Norman. You were so thankful to have him.

OTTO OCTAVIUS

The searing pain of a migraine was the last thing you wanted. Curling up into a ball, you begged God for mercy.

And that mercy came in the form of Otto.

He stuck his head into your room, pausing when he saw that the light was off. Just looking at you once told him exactly what was wrong. He left only to return with a bottle of water and an icepack. Without a word, he sat on the edge of the bed and placed the ice against your temple. Relief spread through your cranium and you sighed. Rolling over to look at Otto, he smiled at you in the darkness. His actuators swirled in the air, grabbing your covers to pull them up to your shoulders. Grabbing Otto’s massive hand with both of yours, you forced a smile.

“Thank you,” you whispered, “You always know what I need.”

“Of course. Be sure to drink some water. They say it helps.”

You accepted the water bottle and took a swig. Otto went to leave but you groaned in protest.

“Stay with me for a while? Till I fall asleep?”

“If that’s what you want.”

You scooched over to allow Otto some more space on the bed. He awkwardly sat against the headboard, his metallic tentacles draping themselves wherever they could fit. You crawled into his lap, resting your head on his leg. Hesitantly, he placed his hand on your shoulder. You gave a happy hum and closed your eyes.

“Thanks Otto… you’re the best.”

“If you say so.”

#request #ask #answer #oneshot #fanfiction #norman osborn #norman osborn x reader #otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #sam raimi spider man #spider man: no way home

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demons2003 · 1 year

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Marvel Villians Masterlist

Red Skull/Johann Schmidt x Reader

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

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

Doctor Octopus/Dr Otto Octavius x Reader

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

TBD (Male Reader)

TBD (Female Oc and Male Reader)

Norman Osborne/Green Goblin x Reader

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

Killgrave x Reader

TBD

Doctor Doom x Reader

TBD

Otto Octavius x Norman Osborne

TBD

Doc Oc x She-Hulk

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

All Characters

Preference (ao3)

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[A different kind of hero]

Warnings: electrocution, hospitals, mention of spiders.

info: This is a repost & update for chapter 1 as I had taken the time to rewrite about 85% of the entire chapter. It is very long, however, but it's worth it. It's no longer rushed and clunky, and I hope this is easier and better to read.

Chapters: [2] [3]

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[Chapter 1]: The Domino Effect

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Spiders.

You've always hated spiders ever since you were young.

It was an irrational fear, one that could never be rationalized and 'cured', but while they may have been one of your least favorite animals, there was one that you adored above all else. The sloth. They were cute and friendly in appearance, so much so you had a small collection of plush toys of them growing since you were a teen, now an adult and still seeking out any sloth plush you could find and afford.

Alas, you hardly had the money to spend like that. Using the pay you received from your work to feed and clothe you, on top of paying your rent. The plush toys were unfortunately not a necessity, but still, they did make for a nice treat after saving up enough to get one.

With money being an issue you took advantage of any sales and discounts, and especially anything that was free. So when you saw that word on a flier for the Connors Animal Research and Rehabilitation Center, well.. You made sure you showed up on time. Animals were always a great motivator, and you needed the excuse to get out of your apartment again anyway. Staying cooped up.. You weren’t exactly one to willingly place yourself in social situations, but the thought of sitting indoors for too long was unpleasant. You could feel your sanity deteriorating at times.

Much to your dismay, although not a surprise, they handled spiders as well. You stuck toward the back of the tour for your comfort, avoiding the arachnid presentation like the plague. The heads of the facility, Doctors Curt and Martha Connors lead the tour, enthusiastically speaking about the animals they work with. Martha, however, from what you could see from the back wall, had to step away after looking at the cases that held the spiders in question. Curious.. You continued the tour with no further oddities and headed home.

That’s when it all really began.

You took to putting your things away, then emptying out your bag.. but something hurt as you reached in and within an instant you recoiled, grabbed the bag, and chucked it across the room.. It was perhaps best to keep that there for later. There was a small whitish mark on the back of your hand when you checked. You assumed it was nothing more than a scratch or poke from a book or pencil in your bag and went to wash your hands and head to bed.

The next day, however, is when things got a little weird. Never would you have expected a childhood fantasy to walk on walls would come true, but there you were, fully stuck to your apartment wall after noticing things were sticking to your hands. Safe to say, you wasted no time in calling up a close and trusted friend of yours after figuring out how to unstick and told them everything with excitement.

Despite the gift of wall crawling, you never really used your abilities, wall-crawling and all those you discovered after. You had the spirit of a fighter, but not the nature nor body and mind of one. No skills in self-defense or fighting, you had always been rather physically weak in that regard.

It took a few small instances for you to sort of set yourself in motion. From a late night grab and go at the corner store that turned into an attempted robber getting humiliated and you fleeing, to you seeing this as an opportunity to try to get out a little more. Scouring the city in little areas, picking off the select few small fights you felt more comfortable and confident you could win with no harm.

It had only really been a month since you got your powers now. Since then, you had scoured your room for something to wear to hide yourself and chose a onesie of a sloth you had gotten a few years back for your birthday. It was cute, friendly, and easy enough to slip on quickly over your usual clothes. A pair of matching slippers, a simple jacket vest, and a bag to carry it all in. to top it all off, you invested in a cheap party mask to conceal your face. It was a ridiculous getup, and although you had done cosplay before-- albeit temporarily-- you felt so dumb for wearing it. Hence why you felt more comfortable to stay out of sight if possible.

Your time was a little busy between juggling your work with occasionally getting out to climb and jump around the buildings. Some nights were more hectic than others. Hardly you had any time to take a break. It was a rare treat for yourself when things were slow.

Such as tonight.

Crawling and jumping from building to building you paused on a rooftop to have a look around. A scenic break from all the running about you did. It was nice, though you wished you could see the stars in the sky as you looked up. That was something you missed from back home down south. Closing your eyes you took in a relaxing breath and listened to the ambient city sounds.

For once.. everything was quiet.

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A lone scientist worked late into the night, well past his designated time to clock out. He paced around the lab rooms as he checked the devices a few more times, wrote down reports on the new tech in development, and jotted down notes on the few animals brought in for studies.

He had an affinity for one such animal. An octopus. A veined octopus to be exact, though also known as a coconut octopus. Oh how he had grown so fond of the little creature despite his boss's orders. He couldn't help himself, it was much too cute to resist. It was one of very few things about this job that kept him from spiraling mentally. Giving it a secret name and using it as his muse for creating a remarkable device to aid him in his overbearing work. Truly a marvel of his ingenuity and technological skills.

A long, sleek, black mechanical limb stretched across the empty lab, tentacle-like 'fingers' twisted and opened up like a flower before carefully wrapping around a bottle of frozen shrimp that had been left out to thaw near a heating element. The limb retracted back to the scientist then relaxed down behind him when the bottle was taken. He popped the bottle open and shook some bits out into the tank his favorite octopus was living in. The creature lit up with color as it reached its arms out to wrap around the shrimp, bringing the pieces down under its webbing to feast. The scientist smiled, watching the octopus feed for a bit, humming to himself and jotting down some more notes. He was none the-wiser to the elevator down the hall being activated. Unaware of his soon to be company.

Music played in the lab, softly in the background from a lone laptop left open, the scientist hummed along. It was cozy, peaceful within that lab. Everything was going smoothly, the workload was still immense, but it was more tolerable. He felt he had little to fear, he was beginning to get comfortable.

The sound of a door near the entrance of the lab jostled the scientist from his thoughts.

The janitor? No.. it is too early in the night for them to have gotten this far up the building. Curious.. It couldn’t be his boss, he should be at home with his family at this hour--

A chill ran down his spine as a familiar voice suddenly spoke up, following footsteps that were now audible. Coming closer and closer to his location within the lab--

"Doctor Octavius."

Ah. His boss, Norman Osborn.. What was he doing here? He hardly ever came down into the labs himself.. He sounded eerily calm compared to his usual bitter tone. That was.. not a good sign, to say the least. This put Otto on edge in an instant. Especially so as he was still wearing the arms, he began to panic, trying to find a place to hide to remove them, but there was no place in sight to run as Norman came into view. Otto jumped as soon as he saw his boss behind him.

"Oh no.. M-Mr.Osborn..? H-Hello, ah.. What, uhm, Wh-What brings you here? I-I thought.."

"As smart as you are, you hardly do think at all," Norman spoke, tired, stern eyes drop from the scientist's face to his twiddling hands, "A smart mind, you have, Otto. Although clever you are not if you think me stupid to not notice."

"..N-Not notice what?"

"Don't play dumb with me, doctor." the man turned his attention back to Otto, stepping closer and causing the other to shuffle back, “You must know why I’m here, surely.” He watched him, eying the way he trembled, eyes darting around behind thick, square frames as his mind raced to register what the man was referring. It was clear what it was even before he said it aloud, reaching a hand down and around to grip and raise one of the objects in question.

“Those funny little arms, Otto.”

Otto was sweating now, heart racing, although not nearly as fast as his mind. Didn't plan for this. He didn't think Norman would ever come down like this.. and find the actuators he did so well to hide every time he was done working. He was caught off guard, trapped in a checkmate.

“Th... S-Sir-- I--” Otto sputtered, bringing his hands up defensively as he backed up, heart racing as he rounded the table, all the while his boss had followed with that unchanging tense expression, the actuator limb in his hand. Otto's eyes darting from Norman to the actuator and back a few times, a clear desperate panic in his voice and face, “O-Oh dear.. L-Listen I-- I-I couldn’t have done all this work without them! You-- Y-You must understand! Th-There was too much for one person-- I-I needed those to--!”

“You need them?” Otto was cut off, bumping into a sizable computing device. Parts that hung from it rattled in response, one falling off as Norman continued, Otto being forced to press into the console of the machine, “Need? Really? I beg to differ, Doctor.” stepping closer now, "I don't believe you ever needed them--”

Norman swiped another actuator, on the opposite side this time, yanking as hard as he could on them to get Otto up off the machine. He caught the scientist with his foot slamming harsh into the harness around his gut. Otto groaned and Norman leered down above him, hissing out his final words before releasing the arms and kicking Otto back into the machine with all the force he could muster.

“--and I don’t believe you’ll ever need them again."

Otto fell back, crashing into the machine, damaging the screens and more. The collision caused the console to explode in a terrifying display of light and smoke. Overpowering the servers of nearby appliances, activating the actuators, and electrifying anything within reach.. or within contact.

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A static shift in the air shaking you from your moment of peace.

You had nearly dozed off on the roof you rested on, lifting up from where you lay you looked around. A spark in the breeze alerting your senses of the direction to head. That was all you needed as you wasted no time lifting up and darting from one building to the next. Making your way as fast as you could, occasionally hopping from vehicle to vehicle to get there quicker.

A sense of anxiety creeping in anticipation of your destination.

Oscorp.

There was always something about this corporation that gave you a sense of unease. Standing at the entrance now only made that feeling worse, but there was no time to dwell on that. Taking in a breath to calm down and adjusting your worn out sloth slippers, you darted to the side of the building and took to the wall. Climbing up and up and up, clinging tightly and humming to distract from the thought of looking down.

You climbed until your senses were going haywire, spotting a shattered window with a strong scent of smoke and static wafting from it in the breeze. Fear washed over you, but you shook your head and clenched your jaw, crawling over and peering inside. It was dark, too dark, par from the stray sparks from some broken machinery tossed about. Scuttling inside you removed your party mask to try and see better, letting your eyes adjust a moment. Dread began to settle as you got a better look around.

Odd machinery and devices were littered about both neatly and scattered and shattered as though something had been thrashing around.. Almost poetically the sparks lit up again at that moment, drawing your eyes over to the source.. and the source of what had done the thrashing that destroyed part of the lab.

A breath hitched in your throat as you prayed the man on the floor was still alive, shuffling ever so cautiously over for a better look. Your eyes trained on the body, focusing hard and hoping to see a breath.

Nothing.

Nothing..

Nothing...

Noth-- Ohh my gosh.

The sound of relief that left you as you saw the man's body shift ever so lightly had left you teary eyed and trembling. So thankful he was still alive. You hurried closer, falling to your knees to check him, being careful of the static still present as you rolled him over. His back was bleeding and soaking slowly through his undershirt, staining the white a deep red. The sight causing your heart to tighten and fall.

You struggled a bit with the initial lifting of him off the ground and onto your back, but you managed well enough. Slipping your mask back on after balancing the man on your shoulders. You turned your focus now to figuring your way out, you decided to walk further inside, carrying the injured man firmly.

An elevator was soon found and quickly called, taking it down to the first level. It seemed the far safer option than recklessly scrambling out the window again. The ride down was nerve-wracking, not knowing how much time you had. Shifting the man's weight on your shoulders a time or two before finally the elevator dinged. As you rushed out into the lobby and towards the exit to seek help, you hadn't noticed the metal arms quiver behind you.

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The feeling of tiny hands holding firm and protectively upon his arm and leg had stirred Otto awake for but a mere moment. Cracking his weary eyes open and only catching a glimpse of what was holding his arm before he passed out once more from the pain and exhaustion.

Barely able to make out what he had seen.. Had he seen that right..? The hands that held him.. they were..

..Claws..?

#my writing #doc ock x you #doc ock x reader #doc ock #norman osborn #otto octavius #long post #this is extremely self indulgent and again idk how long I will keep this up. I'm surprised I've kept it up this long and wrote this much

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Little something while I have a break from collage work 🥲🥲🥲

Otto and Norman with a s/o who is tired

Otto Octavius

You had been working on a project for oscorp all week, only getting around thirty minutes of sleep each day. It was Friday and the project was due tomorrow…you had to get this done. Norman would chew you out if it wasn’t done!! It was 4 am and you were still at oscorp working on it. You had terrible bags, messy hair, and you were running off of about 7 cups of coffee. All of a sudden you felt a hand on your back and you saw your computer shutting off. “Time to go home my dear…you’ve been working on this all day…” Ah….your boyfriend octavius. “Mhmg….b-but I-it’s…..due…..tomorrow…..” you mumbled as you fell asleep on your desk. “Sweetheart…let’s get you home ok…?” Otto picked you up and held you while getting your work bag. “I l-love you otto….” You told your boyfriend as you kissed the side of his neck. “I love you too Y/n….now take a nap while I get us home alright?” Otto softly said as he covered you up with his trench coat. “A-alri…..” You fell asleep mid sentence and otto just smiled.

Norman Osborn

It was Monday morning and you hadn’t slept in two days, insomnia and just not being comfortable wasn’t a good mix. Norman was being a little mean that day and put a lot of work on you. He was making you run stuff to different offices, take stuff up and down steps, get lunch for everyone, etc. It was now 9pm and norman was about to leave when he saw you cleaning up…he saw how exhausted you looked and felt a little bad. He just shrugged it off and went home. The next day he went to ask you if you were alright but you weren’t in your office. Now he was worried. You were never late..never. He tried calling you a few times but you never picked up. Norman just gave up and went to your house. You had gave norman a key a few weeks ago since you guys had been dating so he had a way in. “…y/n? Pumpkin are you alright…?” He walked in and looked around..you weren’t in the living room. “Y/n?…” Norman walked around when he finally saw you. Sick looking and barley able to walk. “Y/n! Oh dear are you alright? You look terrible sweetheart…” Norman Immediately went to you and held you up. “t-thanks for telling me I look horrible…” You spoke as you leaned into your concerned boyfriend. “I didn’t mean it like tha-….honey?” Norman looked down and you were dead asleep in his arms…he carried you to his car and took you back to his house. You needed some good sleep.

#norman osborn #green goblin #spiderman #willem dafoe #otto octavius #doc ock #doctor otto octavius #alfred molina #spiderman no way home #willem dafriend #willem dafussy #fettuccine alfredo molina #spider man #spider man 2002 #dr otto octavius #mcu #norman x reader #otto x reader

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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: panic attack, post-panic attack (based off my reaction)

AN: so this is based off a dream I had after I had a panic attack….it’s not quite octogoblin but I’m counting as it is. See this how you want to see this one.

I desperately wiped my eyes as I continued to scour the floor for the little clear plastic pieces that had gone flying. My breathing refused to even out and I sat back on my knees in order to work through this attack. Tilting my head back, I didn’t hear the door open or the person walking in.

“(Y/N)?” My breath hitched as Norman walked over and got on my level. “It’s ok.” He gently took my hand and put it on his chest. I tried to match my breathing with the rise and fall of his. I leaned forward and put my head on his shoulder while he reached up to run his fingers through my hair. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.” I let out a long breath before taking a shaky one. Norman stayed with me on the floor until I could finally breath normally.

“Sorry.” I muttered. I rubbed my eyes and blinked away some of the remaining tears. “I…”

“Don’t.” Norman shook his head and took my hands in his. “You have nothing to apologize for.” He smiled gently at me before kissing my cheek. “Wanna tell me why you’re down here?” He gestured to the floor we hadn’t moved from.

“These stupid little clear plastic things. I need to find them and pick them up so I can return something.” I rubbed my eye again so I wouldn’t start crying and gestured to the packaging on the couch with my other hand. Norman nodded as he got up to take at look at what I was trying to find. “I’m sure you can get why…” I trailed off as I started searching again. Norman grunted and gently put a hand on my back.

“Take a break. Let me look.” I looked up at him and shook my head. “(Y/N). Let me look. Call Otto if you get a chance. Tell him we’ll be late.” I got up and made my way to the kitchen. Picking up my phone, I sent Otto a text instead.

Me: Norman and me will be late. I’ll explain when we get there.

I put my phone in my pocket and reached into the fridge for a bottle of water. I could still feel the panicky adrenaline moving through me and I shook my head, knowing I’d had to be somewhere else for the inevitable crash. My phone buzzed and I pulled it out.

Otto 🧪: Sounds good. Still on for a movie night?

Me: I think so. See you soon.

As I put my phone back in my pocket, Norman walked in with the package all put back together.

“All done.” He put it on the counter and stood in front of me. “Ready to go?” I nodded and accepted the arm he put over my shoulder. I leaned against him as we walked to the door. “Hey, I know you don’t usually hear someone say it who means it but I love you. You know that right?” I nodded as I put my head on his shoulder.

“I know. I love you too.” Norman kissed my head as he helped me put my coat on. We drove to Otto’s apartment in silence, Norman holding my hand the whole way. When we finally got to Otto’s door, he opened on the first knock and pulled me into a hug.

“How you doing sweetheart?” He asked, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I shrugged and let him pull me over to his couch. We sat down and Norman leaned over the back of the couch. Otto looked questioningly at him and Norman leaned over to whisper something in his ear. He wrapped his arms around my neck and I leaned into Otto. “That bad huh?” I hummed as I turned my head into his neck.

“I’m going to go out to get food. How does pizza sound?” Norman moved and I nodded in approval.

“Sounds good.” Otto rubbed my back before smiling over at Norman who closed the door on his way out. “What would you like to watch my dear?” I shrugged as I yawned and curled up against him.

“Whatever you decide. Maybe it’ll be finished by the time Norman comes back and he can pick something that’s actually good.” I laid my head down again and closed my eyes.

“Funny.” Otto tightened his arm around me. I hummed before smiling at him. “I love you (Y/N). I hope you know that.” I nodded against his shoulder.

“What’s with you and Norman telling me that today?” I murmured. Otto leaned over and kissed my forehead.

“Because you should hear it more often from people who mean it.” I looked up at him, fighting another round of tears. “Norman and I mean it. We always have and always will.” Otto gently cupped my cheek and kissed me. I smiled as he pulled away.

“I need this today.” I put my head back on his shoulder. Otto hummed and we settled in to watch whatever it was that he put on. After a while, I started to fall asleep.

“Want to move into the bedroom?” Otto asked quietly after a while. I nodded against him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Chuckling, he picked me up and carried me in. Joining me on the bed, I noticed him put his phone on the nightstand before I finally let myself fall asleep. The sound of a door closing, brought be back but not enough to fully wake me up. I shivered and felt someone pull another blanket up over me. “They’re coming off the adrenaline rush from earlier. I was waiting for it to happen.” Norman grunted in agreement. “How’d it go?” Otto asked quietly as he tucked me in.

“How you would expect. It’s (Y/N)’s fault. They should have listened. They talked back. The regular shit.” Norman was trying to keep his voice down but I could tell it was getting to him.

“What did you do about it?” Norman sat down on my other side and in my semi conscience state I rolled over to cuddle with him. He eagerly accepted it and wrapped his arms around me. I could tell he was smiling at Otto, a little smug that I had now chosen him upon his return.

“What do you think?” Norman chuckled. “We argued. I said they’d never come home if he did that shit again. He threatened to tell them what I was like. I laughed and said go ahead they know.” Otto chuckled and I felt him put his hand on my leg. “Next time you can go. I think he’s more afraid of you than me.” Norman touched one of the arms and Otto snorted.

“I bet he is.” Otto curled up against my back and I felt him a kiss the back of my head. “All that matters is they are safe here and we love them.” I could feel Norman nod above me. They grew quiet and I drifted back off to sleep.

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ybkayley · 2 years

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A Soft Song

Hello all! This is my very first post that isn’t a little update post, I have no idea what I’m doing, so please bear with me!

Thank you to the lovely @dainty-fingertips for responding to my ask with a lovely fill, and in tribute, I wrote a little something-something in return! Go read their work, they are amazing and I love them.

TSSM!Otto Octavius/Doc Ock x Fem!Reader

Mild angst, song fic, reader POV, only mentioned Otto/Dr. Octopus

Part 1 : https://at.tumblr.com/dainty-fingertips/oh-my-god-someone-who-writes-about-my-current/entts18yjegt

You know what’s worse than being fired from a place like Oscorp?

Having had to work at Oscorp.

Norman Osborn both was, and is, a bastard, and he always seemed to relish in making his employees squirm. Especially those smarter than him. Yes, he’s CEO, yes he’s the owner of the company, bah. He’s not even a doctor, and the bastard acts as if every employee is worthless compared to him.

She rolled her shoulders lightly, and cracked her neck. It was never good to think about Osborn, it agitated her too much. What the man did to her and her partner…

Oh, Otto…

She sighed, and ran a hand down her face. That man was too soft, too sweet, to be working for a monster like Osborn. He was going to ruin the poor doctor…

And now… She can’t be there to shield him from the worst of it…

Several Months Ago…

“Dr. (L/N)... A pleasure to see you, as always.” Norman smirked at her, hands folded behind his back as he approached her.

She gave him a sarcastic smile back. “Mr. Osborn, how kind of you to grace us with your presence this evening.” She drawled, her fingers not stopping on her keyboard.

If he heard the sarcasm, he didn’t react to it. “How are things going down here, hm?”

“They’re going.” She turned her attention back to the monitors, “The actuators needed a little fine tuning this morning, the VI was giving a bit of… Trouble…” She frowned a bit. “But it was summarily handled. Nothing to worry about.”

“I thought it was AI, Doctor.” He leaned on the desk next to her, his arms now folded over his chest.

She held in a sigh. “AI is artificial intelligence, even with my genius, no one has managed to crack it. VI is virtual intelligence, that’s what everyone thinks AI is. Think of it as… A working brain, versus a dialogue tree.” She looked at the man, a bland look on her face. “One thinks for itself, the other follows coded instructions.”

He smirked at her. “Delightful.” He didn’t care, not a bit. “I have some rather… Unfortunate news, I’m afraid.”

She didn’t pause her typing. “And that is?” Her hours were probably going to get cut again, damn it all, how was she going to–

“I’m afraid we’re going to have to… Let you go. From Oscorp.”

Her fingers stopped moving. What?

“What?”

“Yes, we’ve decided that since your research notes with Dr. Octavius are, indeed, thorough enough to replicate the VI, should anything happen, well…” He shrugged, nonchalant. “Your assistance is no longer required.”

“... If you fire me, I’m taking my research with me, Osborn.”

“It’s copyrighted to Oscorp Industries, you’ll take nothing, my dear.” He smirked, and tapped a finger under her chin. “But cheer up! You’ve led us into wonderful territory, dear, your research–”

She slapped his hand away. “Exactly. My research, not Oscorp’s. I will fight tooth and nail to obtain my research notes, I will take you to court so fast–!”

“Unlikely, dear.” He wasn’t as amused now. “Your contract states implicitly that any research you do on company grounds immediately…” His smirk came back, darker. “Belongs to me.”

“... You son of a bitch.”

“Ah ah, watch that mouth, sweetheart.” He tapped a finger on her lips. “Don’t want to get in trouble, hmm?”

She slapped his hand again. “Stop touching me! And don’t call me those stupid pet names! I’m not your wife, and I’m not your bitch!” She pointed a finger at him. “This isn’t over, Osborn. Not by a long shot. I swear, upon my doctorate, you will pay for this.”

He gave her a false pitying look. “Then… We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He snapped his fingers, and his security appeared. “Escort this woman off the property. She is no longer employed here at Oscorp.”

She gave the man a dark glare. “You’ll regret this, Osborn.”

He smirked and winked at her. “Swear on your doctorate?”

She didn’t respond, her lip curling in disgust.

“Take her away.”

“M-Mr. Osborn?”

Norman and (Y/N) both turned to look at who entered. Dr. Octavius stood in the doorway, a confused look on his normally anxious face. “Ah, Dr. Octavius!” Norman greeted with a smile. “Forgive us, we were discussing some… Business.”

“B-Business? W-Well, should I-I–?”

“Don’t worry, Doctor, we were just about to leave… Come along, now, dear.” Norma curled his fingers at her, and the guards grabbed her arms, causing her to snarl at them. “Play nicely now, hmm?”

“M-Mr. Osborn! W-What a-are you–?!” Otto moved to object, but Norman held up a hand. “S-Sir?”

“I’m afraid Dr. (L/N)...” He chuckled. “Miss (L/N)... Is no longer employed at this company, Dr. Octavius. She was just leaving.”

She snarled at the man, her teeth bared, her face angry.

Otto had… Never seen her like this before… “M-Mr. Osborn, please–”

“Go ahead and get to work, Doctor. We’ll have her escorted out immediately.”

“O-Oh… Um… G-Goodbye, then… D-Dr. (L/N)....” Was all he could think to say. He didn’t want this to happen… His partner, his…. His friend… H-His… “I-I… Um…”

She sighed, the anger seeming to leave her body with a breath. “... Goodbye, Otto…” She said softly, and then gave him a weak smile. “Save me a dance…?”

He gulped and nodded his head, even as he flushed. “I-I… Y-Yes…”

And she was led away.

“Not to worry, Doctor.” Norman attempted to comfort the visibly upset man. “Now you have no more distractions, hm?” He wasn’t trying too hard. “No more of her horrendous music playing, no more her dragging you into that… Ridiculous dancing routine… Now just you and our… Experiments.” He gave the shorter man a squeeze on his shoulder. “... Now. I won’t bother you further. Back to work, Dr. Octopus!” And he was gone as well, following his guards with a light chuckle.

Present Day…

Dr… Well… Miss (L/N) sighed as she stood at the bus stop, hands in her jacket pockets and a backpack over one shoulder.

If Norman Osborn could do one thing, the man could follow through with a threat.

She attempted to get her research notes in a lawsuit against Oscorp, because she can follow through with a threat of her own, but after a harsh slap of reality in trying to take a high power company to court… Well… Norman followed through.

Her doctorate was taken from her. Norman stripped her of everything. Her work experience, her past jobs denounced her… She had nothing left. She was surprised her credit score hadn’t suffered. (It had, but due to a chain reaction, not Norman’s filthy hands directly).

So… With her car repossessed, her landlord breathing down her neck, and no laboratory wanting to hire her… She works at a coffee shop. While not unheard of at her age, with her current level of education… “Work is work.” (Y/N) sighed to herself. “I can’t begrudge work…”

It’s cold here in the city

It always seems that way

She had gotten mugged last week, her favorite jacket (which now had blood stains from both her mouth and her attacker's nose) was now either sold or being worn by some asshat in New York. Thick clouds hung in the sky, soft rumbles and grumbles indicating bad weather ahead.

And I’ve been thinking about you

Almost every day

She wondered how he was doing… Doctor Octopus… She couldn’t help a soft snort. (Y/N) couldn’t believe he decided to keep that moniker, he used to hate it when Osborn would call him that. Whatever happened to him that night… Whatever Osborn did to him… Otto had reclaimed that name. Made it his own. Took back every bit of power Osborn had taken from him.

… She wondered if he played music in his new lab… He had to have a new lab, right? Did he play music in it? Did his taste change?

… She wondered if he had a new assistant to spin around like they used to.

Thinking about the good times

Boom

Thinking about the rain

“Why do these things happen to me?” She grumbled to herself, her hair being flattened to her skull as rain pelts down upon her, falling into her face and covering her eyes. She quickly pushed her hair back, forcing it to smooth back on top of her head. She didn’t have an umbrella, she didn’t think she’d need one. Damn weather forecasters and their damn lies…

Thinking about how bad it feels

To be alone again

As she was soaked in the rain, she allowed her mind to drift. Usually, they drifted to her old calculations, formulas that ran back and forth through her mind. But this time… She dimly remembered the music that played in the lab. Otto’s ‘soft rock mix’ played in her mind’s ear, causing her to smile slightly. She missed those days. Just her and Otto, the music the only thing between them, soft laughter and sweet conversation…

I’m sorry things ain’t what

They used to be

His music taste must have changed, everything else about him did. Maybe he hired himself a new assistant, too. Did he lead when they danced? She used to lead, leading was never her forte. At least when it came to dancing. She didn’t mind it, though. So long as it was with Otto… She would dance with him forever…

I’m sorry for all the lies

I told you

She flushed, a memory coming to her. Oh, it was a little over a year ago now, one of their little… Impromptu dance sessions. He initiated it, this time. The song had ended in a flourish, and in a bold move, he dipped her, his hand cradling her back, the other holding hers. Their eyes locked, so close to each other. In her mind’s eye, she leaned upward, her lips meeting his, her eyes closing as she finally, finally, learned how his lips felt on hers.

I’m sorry for all the things

I didn’t say

She should have told him. If she had just fucking told him how she felt, he probably would’ve hired her as his assistant… His new, evil assistant as he takes over New York, maybe the world… Would she have taken it…? Being a villainess… Even as an assistant, would she be considered one? She’s overthinking again, isn’t she?

I’m sorry if I took

Some things for granted

(Y/N) had definitely taken the easy contact with Otto for granted. She should have gotten his phone number, she could’ve been texting him. Who knows, maybe a kind word, or a friend on the outside would’ve made things… Different. Would he still be Doctor Octopus? (She still had to snort lightly at that, he hated that nickname so muuuuch). Or would he still be her Otto?

But more than anything else

She straightened as footsteps approached from her side, not wanting to look meek, or distracted. (She may hate herself for saying it, but that’s how she ended up getting mugged in the first place)

I’m sorry for myself

She smoothed back her hair again, and wiped her face, the rain pouring harder and faster.

For living without you

An umbrella came over her head suddenly.

She closed her eyes and sighed. “How much?” She asked blandly.

“Excuse me?” The stranger asked, a male voice sounding bemused.

“Look, I only have five bucks on me, man, and I ain’t giving you any extras.” She pulled a $5 note from her pocket.

“You think I want your money?”

“Acts of kindness aren’t free, man, I know that.” She turned to frown at the man, only to startle, her eyes widening. “Dr. Toomes?”

Adrian Toomes gave her an amused smile, his eyebrow arched. “Dr. (L/N), a pleasure as always.”

“The pleasure is mine, I’m sure.” He may have been Otto’s friend, but they two always got along well enough. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you…” She looked him up and down. “At least without the gear.”

He chuckled softly. “Yes, well, the new upgrades don’t like water all that much.” He did the same, looked her up and down. “Seems as though you do though, hm?”

She rolled her eyes, “Ha ha.” She couldn’t help a smile anyway. “Can’t exactly afford an umbrella nowadays.”

“Oh? What’s going on, Doctor?”

She sighed. “That. I’m not…” She hated talking about this. “I’m not…. A doctor… Anymore.”

His brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“... Osborn had my doctorate rescinded.” She growled, feeling her hackles rise. “The bastard fired me, ruined my livelihood, and, with a glowing exit survey, made getting a new job nigh impossible…”

“You poor thing.” He cooed. “Norman Osborn has been nothing but a nuisance for decades now.”

“Yeah, well…” She rolled her shoulders. “Promised myself if I ever find him in the streets, his ass is grass… Forgive my language, Doctor.”

“Oh, no, it’s completely understandable, dear. The man’s a prick.”

She snorted, her hand lifting to cover her face. “I concur.”

“So… Am I to be assuming you’re looking for work, then?” He asked, his brow lifting again, a little smirk on his lips.

She snorted lightly. “I mean… I have a job, Dr. Toomes. I work…” She sighed, and rubbed her face. “I’m a barista now.”

He snorted as well, far more condescendingly. “A barista? Dr. (L/N), how demeaning of you.”

“Like I said, Dr. Toomes.” She snapped a bit. “... I’m not… A doctor… anymore…”

“... Oh, yes, that’s right.” He offered her the umbrella handle. “Hold this for me for a moment, would you?”

She blinked, her brow still furrowed, irritation still prickling her skin… But she still took the handle. “Doctor?”

“One moment.” He reached into his inner coat pocket, and pulled out a folded document. “This is for you. A show of good faith from… My employer, I suppose.”

She blinked, and accepted it, handing him back the umbrella. She unfolded it, and read the text upon it.

And nearly dropped it in the puddle beneath her.

“Is… Is this…?”

“Yes, it is.” He nodded his head. “Doctor… (L/N).”

Her doctorate. There was indeed a ‘void’ stamped onto it, but another stamp and a few signatures overrode it. It was… It was reinstated…

“I can obtain a clean copy for you, if you wish. However, we had thought you would appreciate the amended one first.”

“... Dr. Toomes… H-How…” She lifted her head, and unshed tears were shining in her eyes. “How did you…?”

He chuckled. “Not I, my dear.” He pulled a card from his pocket as the bus finally approached. “Come to this address tomorrow night, 7 o’clock. My employer wishes to meet you.”

She took the card with a shaky hand. “R-Right…”

He gently nudged her into the bus. “See you soon, doctor.”

The doors of the bus shut behind her before she could respond.

#tssm!otto #otto octavius x reader #Response fic #mild angst #songfic #adrian toomes #norman osborn #tssm fic #help with tags #idk what i'm doing

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schiz0preniczz · 2 years

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Silly Octavius, Your robbery schedule is on Tuesday 🐙💵

#otto octavius #Green Goblin #norman osborn #doc ock #doctor octopus #norman osborn x reader #otto octavius x reader #jk this isnt a x reader i just wanted clout/j <3

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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.

#Otto Octavius x Reader #Norman Osborne x Reader #Otto Octavius x Reader x Norman Osborn #Tw: light smut #Tw: edging?#Otto Octavius #Norman Osborn

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wtfhasmy-lifecometo · 2 years

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Masterlist

Marvel

Stephen Strange

Stressed Out

Let Me Sing to You

Daisy

Headcannon

Otto Octavius

Surprising Otto with b-day Cake

Torn between

Part one

Part two

Part three

Loki Laufeyson

Headcannon

Wanda Maximoff

Bucky Barnes

Headcannon

Natasha Romanoff

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Norman Osborn

Torn Between

Part one

Part two

Part three

Peter Parker/Spiderman

LOTR/Hobbit

Lindir

Untitled

Haldir

Elrond

Thranduil

Thorin

Kili

Fili

Legolas

Tauriel

Good Omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Star Wars

Armitage Hux

Your Scars Don’t Define You

Kylo Ren

Hello loves! This is my current masterlist as of right now, when I start writing more stories, it will get updated each time!

#otto octavius x reader #dr strange x reader #norman osborn x reader #stephen strange x reader #thranduil x reader #lindir x reader #peter parker x reader #tony stark x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #haldir x reader #elrond x reader #loki laufesyon x reader #loki imagine #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader

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dainty-fingertips · 2 years

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Oneshot/headcanon requests open!

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

Characters I will will write for:

Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

Norman Osborn/Green Goblin

Max Dillon/Electro

Adrian Toomes/Vulture

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Harry Osborn

Montana/Shocker

Alex O’Hirn/Rhino

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

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

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moustacheshe · 2 years

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Obsessive! Otto Octavius x fem! Reader x Obsessive! Norman Osborn /Green Goblin

Notes: I hope it's not to out of character and that there are not to many mistakes ^^'

Yes there will be an artwork for this story :D

Summary: Norman and Otto 'adopt' you.

Warnings: kidnapping, mentioning of death, mentioning of drugging, Stockholm Syndrome?

You are running. This is all you can do while Peter tries to fight the two men currently terrorizing the city. Why are they doing this? You have no idea. The only thing you know for a fact is that one of them targeted you. He's flying on his glider following you. Yes you are chased by the Green Goblin while Peter is busy fighting Doctor Octopus.

You run past some destroyed buildings and dodge the many obstacles lying across the damaged street. While you're running you turn around a few corners in an attempt to loose your persecutor. Somehow you manage to turn around a tight corner and slip into a dark doorway. As you press against the cold doorframe and pray that he didn't see you, the Goblin flys past your hiding spot. You let out the breath you were holding in. 'How is this possible? They were both dead?'

You remember Norman Osborn. The father of your friend Harry. He was always occupied with his work when you were seeing him. But every time he noticed you entering the room, he would stop what he was doing or quickly finish his phone call. He would turn to you and ask you about your day and how your parents must be very proud of you. Harry once said that his dad would adopt you if he could and that you are practically already his daughter. You used to laugh this kind of comments off. Harry often had problems with his father, so you tried to support him as much as you could. You answered, how you already have parents of your own and that for his father he is the one and only. That usually helped... Then the whole Green Goblin thing happened and Harry got together with Mary Jane. Now things started to get even worse. Norman sometimes wouldn't let you leave his penthouse because 'it is dangerous outside'. Other times the Green Goblin would appear out of nowhere and kidnap you. Only for you to wake up in Norman Osborn's room and him being knocked out on the floor. It didn't take long for you to suspect something. Even if Norman said that he never knew about anything.

Eventually Norman Osborn aka the Green Goblin died by his own hand. Everything stopped...for now... You finally found some peace in your life and helped Harry overcome this hard time... You miss him... He was a very close friend...

You shake your head and focus on the present again. How can both of the villains come back from the dead? Your thoughts snap back to reality as you hear a clinking sound right beside you. As you turn your head quickly to look, you freeze. 'A pumpkin bomb!' The devilish device starts beeping and blinking green, getting faster with each ticking second. It is until then, you notice several other bombs spread all over the tight alley you are in. You can't react as fast as they all go of at the same time. They release a thick smoke quickly taking over the whole alley. "Shit! *cough*" You curse yourself for not being careful enough. Quickly you pull up the hem of your top to cover your nose and mouth. You can't see even one step ahead and you start to feel dizzy.

Carefully you step out of your hiding place. You look around. "Hehehe! Did the Goblin scare little (y/n) out of her hiding place?" A raspy voice echos from somewhere out of the thick smoke. Now you start to panic. You run in the one direction that seems to be the right one. "Careful little princess or you'll hurt yourself!" The mocking voice of the Green Goblin sounds through the alley. 'What did he call me?!' Upon being confused about the way the villain talks to you, you didn't notice the obstacle on your path. You trip and fall, sliding across the rough ground. Feeling the pain of the impact you let out a yell. The hard pavement is cool but your knees and palms on which you caught most of your fall start to burn. You let out a hiss and take a look at your palms. They have big scrapes that start to bleed. The fabric of your trousers is ripped open and your knees are bleeding too. Slowly you push yourself up and sit back down on your butt.

Suddenly you hear the sound of the glider flying over your head. Out of the smoke above you a figure jumps down, landing right before you. "Look at what you've done to yourself." The Goblin says straightening up in front of you. His eye protectors on the mask slide upwards, revealing two blue eyes gleaming down on you. "W-What do you want from me, Mr. Osborn?" You manage to ask. "Hehehe, Norman is not here my dear. Although it is his intentions that led me to you." Now you are completely lost. "Then what are your...his... What are you implying?" "Remember how Osborn always gave you all his attention?" The Goblin starts circling around you. "He always loved you like a father would love a daughter..." You watch him carefully. "And now, after coming back from the dead and returning to this universe... He finds out that his only son is dead." You swallow hard. "It broke his heart...or what's left of it. And in the end..." He stops in his tracks right in front of you. The man kneels down and raises his finger, a crazy look in his eyes. "...it broke him completely." He makes a crushing motion with his hand. You start to feel a little bad for Norman. This man went through so much pain, even before his death and now that he is back... It is even worse. The Goblin seems to notice the sad expression on your face. "Oh, don't feel sorry for him. Just wait until you talk to him personally." He takes off his mask and smirks at you with this insane look on his face. "I only feel sorry for you.~" With that he closes his eyes and inhales deeply.

"W-What do you mean?!" Quickly you stand up. "(Y/n)?" You pause mid motion and slowly raise your head. The man before you stares at you with a worried and confused expression. He looks you up and down and notices the bruises on your knees and hands. His eyes widen in realisation. "I-I didn't want this to happen to you..." Norman reaches out with his hand to touch you. But you take a step back looking at him with fear. "HE took it to far. The Goblin. I didn't mean for this to happen... But..." You find your voice again and snap at him. "WHAT is going on here?!" You feel scared, angry and confused. You just want to go home. "Harry is gone and now... I just found out that I was supposed to be dead... I lost my son. I lost my company. I lost my home... Everything I worked so hard for is just gone..." His face distorts in anger and sadness. You could swear you see a tear rolling down his cheek. As you watch him carefully you think about what to do. It still doesn't occur to you, how this whole 'rising from the dead' thing happened. Nor did you know what the Goblin meant by 'this universe'.

But there is one question you want to have an answer to right now. "What does this have to do with me?" Norman looks at you and his expression softens. "Everything I loved is gone except...you." You are taken aback by his answer. 'Did the Goblin tell the truth?' "I-I'm sure I'm not the only one you've left in this world, Mr. Osborn." "How many times did I tell you to call me Norman. Please I just want to offer you something." He again reaches his hand out to touch you but you now take a few steps away from him. His smile falls. "This is madness Mr. Osborn! You are destroying the city! I thought Peter was like a son to you too." He narrows his eyes at your last sentence. "Well that was before he decided to interfere with my plans. Thinks he's something special, going around sticking his fingers in businesses they don't belong." The man answers in a mocking manner. You are unsure if you're talking to Norman or the Goblin right now. "This isn't you Norman... The Goblin is telling you all these lies!"

It is until now that you notice the smoke getting lighter and lighter. Norman starts rambling something to himself. While looking off into the distance behind you. "I'm going to go home now." You tell him while slowly backing up. His gaze snaps back to you, making you jump a little. "Home? No your home is with me...with us." "Us?" You unconsciously ask out loud. "Me and Otto are going to take care of you from now on." 'Dr. Octavius!' You think while freezing mid motion.

The first time you've met him was when Peter first introduced himself to him. You did so too and he immediately remembered your name. "Oh (y/n) nice to finally meet you, dear. Norman was always talking about you. It's good to get to know you personally now." He said reaching out a hand for you to shake it. "Oh...really?" You answerd unsure of how to act. The thought that Norman has talked about you to this man makes you cringe. You didn't even know this Dr. Octavius but he seemed to know everything about you. This moment was awkward... But even more so the fact that he started obsessing over you the way Norman did. He would constantly invite you over for dinner and ask about your day and how you are doing. That was BEFORE the accident happened and turned him into a monster...

It was one or two nights after the whole 'creating the power of the sun' thing went wrong...

You are laying in bed in your apartment. The images of the event are still playing behind your closed eyes. You're tired because of sleepless nights. As you are about to drift off into sleep you hear noises coming from outside. Sleepily you open your eyes a little to look outside the open window. Nothing. You turn around, your back facing the window.

Something starts creeping in through your window. It quietly slithers in your room. One... Two... Three... Four... The metallic arms grab tightly onto the floor and the walls, hoisting up the person controlling them. Quietly the black haired man watches you. You're breathing calmly underneath your blanket. He needs to be quick if he wants to stay undetected.

The moment you notice something gently grabbing you, it was already to late. The mechanical arms grab you around your waist and hoist you into the air. Before you even realize what is happening, you get placed into your captures lap. A hand covering your mouth keeps you from screaming. You, now fully awake, begin to struggle in the two arms holding you. Which ends with you getting pressed even harder against the soft and warm body of the man. "(Y/n) my dear, it's okay. It's me Otto."

Your escape attempts come to a sudden stop and you look up. It is indeed Otto Octavius. His face is barely lit by the streetlight outside your window. There are also four mechanical arms coming into your view. The red light in their center seems to stare at you. With fear in your eyes you try to figure out what is going on. 'Wasn't Dr. Octavius meant to get rid of those in the hospital?!' The scientist removes his hand from your mouth.

"W-What is going on?!" He only smiles at you bittersweet. "I'm sorry my dear for waking you up so roughly." You don't understand what is going on and try to get away from him, pushing against his chest. "Oh, no no. There's no need for such behaviour." He scolds you and grabs both of your wrists with his hands, before you can get any further. "What is the meaning of this?! Dr. Octavius what-" "Please my dear, call me Otto." He sights and pulls you back into his lap. The mechanical arms wrap around the both of you, keeping you close to Ottos warm body. You can't do much except hoping for help to come... "You know how many times I imagined holding you close. How many times I wanted to lock the front door, when you were over for dinner. Just so you would stay and enjoy the evening with me. I even thought about putting something in your food..."

You start to slightly shake in his arms, imagining the different scenarios. Otto notices and hushes you while stroking your head. "It's okay dear, I would never hurt you. I just want you to stay with me, where it's safe. I'll take good care of you." He kisses the top of your head.

"Y/N!" You get pulled back into reality as someone shouts your name. Looking around you spot a red and blue figure swinging your direction. "PETER!" You shout, relieve washing over you. Norman also looks in the figures direction and narrows his eyes. "That damn spider. Always a thorn in my side." He puts on his mask and jumps on his glider. "Let's talk later." The man says, now back in his Goblin voice. Peter has almost reached you, but as he swung to grab you, you feel another arm wrap around your waist. You let out a surprised yell as you get snatched of the ground.

The Goblin grabbed you before Peter could, you struggle in his arms as he's holding you close. He starts to laugh. "Pathetic little spider! Thinks he can take you away just like that!" You yell at him, "LET ME GO!" The bruises on your hands burn as you try to break free and get some of your blood on his suit. "Stop struggling! I'm not as patient as Osborn. I'll put you down for a nap if you prefer that option." You stop in your actions and look up at him with reddened eyes. "Please I... I'm scared." The Goblin growls and then huffs at your statement. "LET HER GO!" Peter yells from a distance. Your captor suddenly stops in his tracks and turns around to face Spider-Man. "Alright then, if you insist." Then he let's go of you. You let out a scream of terror as you fall. "Y/N!" Peter wants to go after you but the Goblin flys right into his side, stopping him from reaching you. Your thoughts are running wild. 'Will this be the end? Am I going to die?'

Before you can even finish these thoughts you land in someone's arms. You don't care who it is as you grab a hold of the persons sweater. Tears start streaming down your cheeks as you close your eyes and hold on for dear life. "Oh no my dear. What did the Goblin do to you? I really need to help Norman, keeping the Goblin at bay. Especially with you around now." You quickly open your eyes. 'This voice...' You look up at your 'savior' and your eyes widen. Smiling down on you is none other than Otto Octavius. His smile is warm, but his expression is filled with concern. You look around and notice that you are on top of a smaller building. "Please put me down! Dr. Octa-" "I'm so sorry my dear. But I'm afraid you'll run away if I put you down." You let out a growl. "Of course I'm going to run away! You two are kidnapping me! Peter is going to save me! I'm not some object to toss around and-" Otto interrupts you one more time. "Hush! Don't say we're kidnapping you. I have to say, it makes me feel sad that you think of yourself as an object in this whole situation. But we'll talk about that later." He answers, sounding a little disappointed. "You belong to Norman and me. No one is going to ever hurt you again. You don't need to worry about anything anymore. We love you." The last sentence was nothing more than a whisper as he kisses the top of your head.

You wanted to protest but he has already turned to leave with you. His four mechanical arms carry you two away, to fast for your liking. "PETER!" You try one last time to break free from his grasp. "(Y/N)! I'LL SAVE YO-" Peter couldn't finish his sentence, as he gets punched in the stomach by the Goblin. "I'm your opponent now little spider. Don't worry about (y/n), she's in good hands." Another punch to the face and he sends Peter flying. "NO!" You yell as you see your friend seemingly helpless against the Goblin. The man holding you brings you closer to his chest, so you don't see the fight anymore. "It's okay my dear. Everything will be fine."

"We had a deal." You hear a faint voice talking.

The last bit of your strength dies down and the adrenaline slowly wears off. You sink down in his arms, as you're getting further and further from the scene. It is strangely comfortable and warm in the arms of your captor. You start to get drowsy and your body increasingly fails to keep you awake. "Now that's much better isn't it? You can rest now, my dear. Don't fight it, it's going to be alright." You turn your head to look at him, barely keeping yourself awake. "W...What...did...you do...?" You manage to mumble the question in your hazy state. "Oh I didn't do anything... At least nothing that you've noticed." With his answer your body gives in to the unconsciousness and you fall asleep in his arms.

"Hehehe, you didn't actually believe that you would get rid of me so easily."

You are laying on something soft. A bed with a blanket covering you.

"You have what you wanted, now go away!" The voice is getting angry.

You carefully start to move your limps. Your mind is still clouded.

"Oh, what a fool you are! Didn't I tell you that I'm going to stay." The other voice sounds much more sinister.

You slowly start to sit up and look around in the room you are in.

"But I have another idea of how to get things settled."

The room you are in is unfamiliar to you.

"As if I would believe another word you are saying."

Your gaze stops at the door. The conversation seems to come from behind it.

"You don't need to believe me, just listen to me."

A shiver runs down your spine the moment you remember the events that took place. Furthermore you now know who that voice belongs to. Norman Osborn. You feel panic bubble up in your stomach and you throw the blanket away. Quickly you stand up from the bed. But the world around you starts spinning as you stand straight. You need to support yourself on the wall. This is when you notice that the scrapes from your fall have been taken care of. They are bandaged very accurately. But you have other things to worry about. You look to the door and then to the window. The door is no option with Norman probably right on the other side of it. Then there is the window... You slowly make your way over to it, carefull to make no sound. As you open it and look down, your heart stops. You are looking down from what is apparently the 20th floor. Underneath you is a very busy street. You are trapped...but you can still try to scream down for help.

The moment you want to lean a little further outside the window, a arm wraps around your body and pulls you back. You let out a scream and the window slams shut. You free yourself from the person holding you and glare at them. "What are you doing (y/n)?" It is Norman, he's wearing a simple gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The shirt is put into his black pants and on his feet are only socks. He looks really concerned and pretty messed up. "I hope you didn't consider jumping. That would be...awful. How could I forget to lock up the window." He mutters the last part more to himself than to you and runs his fingers through his hair. "NO! I wanted to scream for help, because you two are holding me hostage! Just let me go! I'm not your child! I don't know what fantasy world you two live in, but I'm not-" "SILENCE!" You jump a little at his sudden outburst and take a few steps back. Norman sights and straightens up. "I'll not tolerate behavior like that. I know it'll be difficult to adjust to this new life. Otto said that you'll probably be a little agitated..." The man sights. "(Y/n) please honey, don't make this any more difficult. You'll be okay, I promise. Otto and I will give you everything you need." He takes a few steps in your direction. His hands are raised in a calming manner. Like someone would approach a scared animal. Your breathing gets faster and you step back again. "Don't you dare touch me... Why me? I'm a grown up... I live my own life... I don't need you two to protect me! You. Are. Not. My. Parents."

Norman doesn't say anything, he just looks at you with disappointment. "I don't like what I'm about to do... Don't you dare hurt her." He commands with a stern expression. "Who are you...!" The moment you wanted to ask the question, the answer already occurs. Norman's expression changes into a grin. "Hehehe, oh I won't hurt her...much." You gasp and want to make a run for the door, but you get already pulled back. "NO! Not you!" You try to pull away from him. "Oh no, not the Green Goblin!" He imitates you. "Hehehe, you brought this upon yourself sweetheart.~" With all your might you push against him. "No! Norman don't let him hurt me!" You look him in the eyes with a absolute terrified expression. The Goblin just laughs and takes your face in his hand. "Look at you now, shouting for Norman like he would protect you from me." You feel tears slowly filling your eyes. "You know what this reminds me of..." His grip on your face tightens painfully. "This reminds me of a little girl, calling for her dad.~ Why don't you behave, so uncle Goblin doesn't need to teach you good manners." The tears now start running down your face and your mind is fixated on not getting hurt...or hurt even more. "I'm sorry! Please I'm so sorry! Norman please come back! I beg of you!" You plead, doing the only reasonable thing. You close your eyes and start to sob. Then the tight grip on your face loosens and you sink against the chest of the man holding you. You mumble 'I'm sorry.' over and over again, while digging your fingers into his shirt. "There there, it's alright honey. I'm here." Norman is back to himself and strokes your head. He holds you tight against his chest. He knows this is wrong, but he needs you...he needs your attention and your love.

Norman carefully picks you up and walks into the room next door. He walks over to the couch in the living room. You are still holding on tight, afraid to let go. Afraid of the Goblin. Norman sits down, placing you in his lap. "Shhhh, it's okay now sweetheart. I'll not let him out again, I promise." He starts rocking from side to side to calm you down. You start to loosen your grip and just listen to his heart beat.

How can you ever escape? Will Peter find you? Is your family already looking for you?

Suddenly the front door opens and someone steps in. Norman turns his attention away from you and looks over his shoulder. "Ah, Otto you're back already." He says smiling. "Yes my love, it didn't take to long to get everything settled. How's our little sweetheart doing? Is she awake yet?" Otto asks putting down his coat. Then you hear heavy footsteps walking over to Norman and you. "Oh, she woke up a few minutes ago. We were just waiting for you." You hear machinery clicking. Slowly you raise your head and look up at the two man. Otto smiles down at you before his expression turns into a frown. "What happened? You look scared my dear and I can see you were crying." You briefly glance at Norman and then back to Otto. He seems to notice your little gesture and puts a hand on Norman's shoulder. "My love...tell me what really happened." His voice sounds loving but at the same time very firm. Norman tightens his grip around you and you hear his heart beat fasten. You wish you could just vanish right here and there. Norman sights in defeat. "I'm sorry honey... I let the Goblin take control again..." He looks down to you and you can see his expression is guilty.

Otto sights and walks around the couch. He kneels down in front of you two. You watch every move carefully, still afraid to move or say anything. Norman looks at Otto and bites his lower lip. "I don't blame you, my love... But we'll have to talk about this eventually. I know you want this to go as fast as possible but...we'll need to give this time..." Otto smiles at Norman and then he looks at you. Your heart starts to pick up its pace and you look at him with big eyes. 'How do I ever get out of this? How DID I ever get in this?' You feel cornered, you can't go anywhere. "(Y/n) dear, how are you feeling? Do your wounds still hurt?" You slowly shake your head. "I...I feel a little dizzy..." You answer honestly while shifting uncomfortable in Norman's lap. Norman notices and places you next to him on the couch. "That's perfectly normal my dear. After all it's been a very stressful day for you." Otto answers and stands up from his kneeling position. "Norman could you make our little girl something to drink?" Norman snaps out of his thoughts and nods. "Yes of course." He answers and stands up looking at Otto. Dr. Octavius whispers, "Thank you, my love." and gives him a quick kiss on the lips. With that Norman disappears into another room.

Otto watches Norman go into the kitchen, before turning to you again. His mechanical arms start moving. One is getting a folded blanket from an arm chair and another one is getting a handkerchief from a box. You watch them cautiously as they hand the items to Otto. He offers you the handkerchief. "Don't think bad of Norman. You might not understand his actions but he did this because he loves you. It is frustrating for him not getting anything back from you." You just stare at the handkerchief in his hand. Is this supposed to be your fault? You carefully take the item from him. "So you are guilt tripping ME for this whole situation? For not playing along? For not loving two men that KIDNAPPED me as my fathers?" You found your voice again and whipe away your tears with the handkerchief. At first Otto doesn't answer you right away. He just takes the blanket, unfolds it and wraps it around your shoulders. The man kneels back down and holds the blanket firmly to bring you closer to him. "(Y/n) my dear, if only you knew what we saw in this other universe... It's hard to explain but..." He seems to have problems finding the right words. Furthermore he looks very affected. "Norman and I we found out that you've died in this other universe. We were devastated..." You swallow hard, still confused how this is even possible. "Some bad people killed you. That's why we decided to take you away, once we were back to our own universe. This is to protect you. Now that we are alive again after all those years...we've lost everything. But the only person we both love and care for is still here. You're all we've left." You feel bad for them. But is keeping you away from everyone really the best for you?

Tears start welling up in your eyes again. This is to much for your brain to process. Their pain. Your pain. A big lump forms in your throat, keeping you from saying anything. You wanted to say something but your mouth only escapes a little whimper. Ottos expression softens and he finishes wrapping the blanket tightly around you. Then he sits on the couch with you, pulling you closer to him. Norman comes back with some tea. "I made your favorite." He says while sitting the tray down. There are three cups and a pot full of tea. "Thank you my dear. I think this'll help our little sweetheart relax." Norman smiles and pours in the tea. He hands you the tea, which you take carefully after freeing your hands from the blanket. "Be careful it's hot." Norman says while handing another cup to Otto. You don't want to admit it but you've never felt that comfortable in a while. You slowly take a little sip from the tea. It tastes absolutely wonderful. Norman sits down next to you. One of the mechanical arms grabs another blanket and wraps it around Norman. "Thank you, honey." The blonde man whispers and moves closer to you.

You've already finished the majority of your tea as you feel your eyes getting heavy. Otto notices and puts your cup on the table. You let your head rest on the chest of Dr. Octavius while you feel Norman tracing patterns on your back. You let yourself sink into the love the two man give you. And after a few minutes you've sunken into a deep sleep.

"I've never felt so fulfilled and happy." One of the two men whispers. "I think we both never felt that...until now."

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