#doc ock x reader x norman osborn

[cryptid-writing]

[A different kind of hero]

Warnings: attempted murder, destruction of public property, ?? not sure of anything else.

info: Tension grows as anxiety rises.

A/N: Oh, I finally updated with a new chapter! A happy early birthday from me to all of you.

Chapters: [1] [2] [3]

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[Chapter 4]

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Oscorp. Once again, you are here. And once again, your senses are ringing. A buzz thrumming at the back of your mind, the unease you usually felt now overpowering, making you feel a little ill, but you persisted. Now, standing near the building’s doors, you watched as people went in and out casually, not a worry at all. The lack of any sign of danger was eerily unsettling as the buzz continued.

Pushing your way into the lobby, you took a look around. You had never been inside Oscorp before, well, not properly. To be in a place like this was not something you ever thought you’d find yourself. Gazing around at the people walking to and fro, scientists and office workers passing through glass doors, small groups littered around chatting around the impressive fountain at the center and greenery which hung by the walls and from the ceiling. Your heart picked up its pace, frantically looking around the lobby for where to go, yet forced to speak with the receptionist. A young woman around your age gave you a smile as you strode over to her desk, the area of which had snail stickers, a snail paper weight, and complimentary candy.

“Excuse me, uhm.. Do you..” you racked your brain quickly for an excuse that could get you past the barriers you figured were in place, “Do you know where the bathroom is?” Nice.

The woman appeared surprised for a moment, but merely smiled with a slight chuckle and stood up, a snail pin catching your eye for a moment as the googly eyes on it rattled. You turned your gaze back to the receptionist and looked to where she pointed. In the back corner to the left. You thanked her and headed over briskly.

Spotting the elevators down a nearby little hall, you wasted no time in taking a lift. Ducking away from the restroom as soon as a large group of businessmen walked by and seeing the receptionist looked away to speak with someone else. You slip inside the extravagant doors and press the button for the highest floor.

Anxiety building as each floor passes, awkwardness and a need to cry, but you focused on breathing, an attempt to keep you calm. You didn’t need to panic, you didn’t want to panic. The buzz in your head only got stronger as you continue your ride up and up and up. You were definitely close.

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Weeks.. Otto had been cooped up in that hospital for weeks. The incessant sensation upon his spine from the harness has been eating away at his patience, as was his own mind. He could not stop thinking, stewing on his life. The bullies growing up, the mean kids in school, and now his ever brutal ex-boss. It all came to a boiling point. He'd had enough. He was going to do something to put an end to this mistreatment. The cruelty he endured his whole life.

He was sick of it.

These thoughts played in his mind, fueling his seething hatred for Norman Osborn as he made his way through the lobby. The actuators tucked under the coat he grabbed somewhere along the way, hidden from sight, not wanting to attract much attention as he went to get on the elevator.

Halfway up, his actuators grew restless, clicking, ticking, rising up from under his coat. The itch and buzz at his lower back growing steadily as he neared his stop. He wrung his hands together for a moment, looking around the metallic walls of the lift. Bringing his gaze back down to one of the actuators he lifted a hand, the end of the actuator resting in his palm as he watched in thought.

“Osborn felt jealous of these.. a lack of profit he could have made from my own genius.. If he wants these things so bad.. Fine.” the elevator dinged.

“I���ll give them to him.”

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Norman stood by his desk, listlessly looking over a few papers sprawled out on it, documents, reports, swirling a small glass of coffee in hand. Like a well oiled machine everything was running smoothly and according to plan for his company. Products made, money made. It almost put a smile to his perpetually bitter face. His mood turned to annoyance, however, when an unscheduled knock came to his office door.

He specifically stated not to be disturbed for the next 3 hours.. there shouldn’t be anyone here.

Swirling his drink in hand and taking a sip, he waited. After a moment of silence Norman walked over to the door, muttering in annoyance. As he arrived he heard one more knock and he answered through it.

"Who's there? I'm extremely busy and asked to be left alone!"

Silence again.. but then--

"Really? I recall this being your usual break time, Norman."

That familiar voice which called back from behind the door.. It couldn't be.

Norman quickly sat his drink down on a nearby decorative desk and gripped at the door's handle. In one violent motion he cranked and yanked the gold trimmed mahogany wood open to face what he never thought he'd see again.

"Otto?" He couldn't believe his eyes, he should have been dead! Fear and dread are not what arose in him, but anger. Boiling and brimming. The audacity to survive and still be alive..!

"Oh? So you do know my name. For what reason do you have to be saying it now? No petty little insults or cruel nicknames? I'm sure you have plenty locked away in that ugly little head of yours, Osborn. I’ve heard plenty working here.. towards me, towards others.. towards your own son--"

"Shut it." Norman spoke up, venom dripping from his words, "Get out of my office or I will call the authorities on you. We can all pretend that none of this happened, that you didn’t steal from me and cause expensive damages from that altercation you caused--"

Otto fumed, hands clenching as Norman spoke. Every word was like nails on a chalkboard, grating and droning. The lack of remorse so clear and evident on his face and in his tone. He gritted his teeth and hissed.

"Me? I'm afraid you are gravely mistaken, Osborn. It's not me who is in the wrong here." He stepped closer as he spoke, his tone threatening, as he stepped closer his actuators made themselves known. The glowing, pulsing lighted limbs snaked out from under the coat Otto wore, the ends flaring out and writhing.

He stops.

"It's you."

Before Norman could fully react an actuator lunged toward him, purposefully missing him by mere inches as it slammed into the desk behind him. Norman flinched, his own anger building at the levels of audacity Otto had to be doing this. He stood up straight and marched over toward the shorter man, standing his own ground in his own domain.

"What? Was that supposed to scare me? Even now you can't do one simple job right. Tell me, Otto, why is it that I fired you? Surely you've got a brain in there somewhere to figure that out."

Otto didn't respond, another actuator, instead, shot out, aiming for Norman's legs, trapping him. "What are you doing?!" Norman's words were ignored as the limb curled tighter and tighter uncomfortably to his waist. Lifting him from the ground slowly, Norman’s shouting increasing, demands to be put down among insults thrown at him.. Otto’s head fell towards the floor with a harsh stomp of his boot.. and all in a moment, Norman was slammed into the farthest wall. Norman felt the wind nearly get knocked out of him by the impact, his head rebounding from the force. Otto’s voice now booming, a drastic change from his usual anxious stutter that was nowhere to be heard. All his anger and rage that had built up over the years now finally being released in one violent outburst.

“YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!”

“Fired, killed, what difference does it make--” Norman tried to speak, always trying to have the last word, yet was unable to get much out as he watched Otto approach. A step, two, three-- a few was all he took before he lifted himself by two actuators, hovering just a little above his old boss. The third and final actuator raised itself, the end of it twisting and opening up as it drew close to Norman’s head, revealing a welding device inside the glowing pit at its center. As it began to glow ever brighter, Norman could feel the heat emitting from it, tensing at the anticipation of what is soon to come.

“That’s enough out of you! For too long I have hobbled around doing as you’ve told, being berated and belittled. I have worked harder than anyone else in this forsaken company and all I get out of this is an attempt on my life! For what?! And it’s not just me, either! Oh, no, everyone else is miserable here! And yet, I was singled out among all the rest to be the sick and abused pet of yours! Well, I’m DONE dealing with all of this! I can’t take it any longer! I CAN’T STAND YOU, NORMAN OSBORN!”

Otto accentuated his belted anger with the slamming of the welding actuator into the wall near Norman’s head, the core sending singed papers flying, frames shattering and clattering to the floor. Norman flinched and jerked away in surprise, looking at the destruction, bits of wall falling away as the actuator removed itself and turned to face him, and although it was a foot away, the heat it let off felt as though it were only inches from him. He turned his head, brows furrowed tightly, glaring at his insubordinate ex-employee as though he wasn’t the one seconds from death. He opened his mouth to shout, but Otto spoke up before he could.

“I will not allow someone like you to continue to ruin my life, or anyone else for that matter. I will succeed where you failed, Norman.” The actuator reeled back, the ends curling into a threatening display, the core glowing hot white, the atmosphere around it warping from the intense heat.

“CONSIDER THIS A MERCY--!”

“What the--?!”

Otto paused, noticing Norman’s attention was jolted mid-speech towards something behind him. He turned around to see what it was that had taken Norman’s attention away, actuator following in sync. There, he saw a peculiar sight. A young person in a tan sloth onesie, a puffy green vest, and a bag was standing awkward, having just been spotted in the middle of sneaking around for who knows what reason. Their face was covered awkwardly by two masks, obscuring their identity. What on earth were they doing here? No one should have been up here!

You were frozen, like a deer in headlights as all eyes in the room were drawn to you despite your attempt to remain silent and out of view. You tried to assess the situation, figure out what to do, but from the sounds of it, it looked like far too big of a problem for you to deal with. You could only stand stiff with fear, watching as Otto lowered himself and sent a free actuator over toward you before walking closer just a couple of feet. The actuator bobbed around, floating around you.. almost as if it was examining you.. The finger-like tips were spread, allowing the camera at its core to see clearly, you followed it with your eyes as it twirled, making note of the small shutter shrinking as though squinting.

“Who are you? No one is supposed to be here, not now--” Otto spoke, his anger faltering into annoyance of being interrupted at such a critical moment. A small hint of possible familiarity in his mind as he tilted his head and squinted his eyes at you.

“Uh.. I-I’m..” Your voice was small and meek, trembling with uncertainty, a panic at having to speak. Luckily, you were spared your impromptu spotlight as Otto started to speak again. Unluckily, however--

“It doesn’t matter. Not now--” Otto growled and rubbed at his temples as though a headache had been forming. He looks back up at you, an anger in his eyes. The actuator that had been eying you reeled back, that familiar buzz in the back of your mind returned and you reacted before it lunged. Narrowly avoiding the tentacle-like device as it slammed into a cabinet behind you. You glanced back to see it change path and target you once more.

“Now where do you think you’re going?!” Otto shouted, sending another actuator your way.

“I-I’m not here to fight you! I didn’t come here to cause trouble!” You called back, jumping and dodging the swift limbs trying to swipe at you as you ran around the room.

"If you didn't come here for any of that, then why DID you come here?! I can't have anyone interrupting this!" Otto replied with a growing frustration, his actuators still chasing you as his eyes followed, locking onto your agile form.

You took a few moments to respond, focusing hard on not getting grabbed. Your mind buzzing relentlessly as the limbs kept swiping far too close for comfort. You ran around Norman's desk, ducking down behind the large mahogany colored leather chair before finally speaking up again. Your nerves alight with adrenaline and moderate fear.

"I'm here 'cause I saw the destruction at the hospital-- I-I wanted to know if you were okay-- I don't want anyone to get hurt!" You panted, still not used to exerting yourself so much even despite the boosted stamina that came from your still freshly gifted powers.

Otto was confused, and more so, he was growing more annoyed by the minute. You wanted to know he was okay?

"Don't patronize me. I don't know who you are or why you would even care. You are being a nuisance interfering right now!" He spat.

"But I'm no--" You tried to speak but were cut off by another close swipe of an actuator that snaked its way to your hiding spot. You managed to dodge and slide your way towards the large window that sat just behind Norman's desk. Standing still, your heels tapping the wall just below the window as you eyed the actuator as it rose back up again. You didn't really have any means of escape.. except for the window.. but it was closed.

"I will not say this again." He stepped closer to the desk, the actuator curling itself around the chair behind it, raising it up.

"JUST LEAVE ME BE!"

And just like that, the window was shattered. The chair having been thrown right through it with you narrowly dropping down and out of its trajectory. Shrieking as you fell back to the floor.

"I-- I-I can't-- I-I can't let you just kill someone! P-Please--" Your pleas were frantic, spilling from you like cubes of ice clattering to the floor.

"..You. You don't want me to kill Norman Osborn?" He was almost taken aback, seeing red at this point. Gripping at his head with a boiling rage, his actuators lifting him up as he continued.

"If you 'can't let me kill' him, then you will be the FIRST to go!" And with that, he lunged forward. The actuators smashing into the desk without a care.

You scrambled to your feet and assessed the window as he spoke, your senses picking up on an impending doom. Spotting an open window a few floors down and a window cleaning platform just below. You inhaled sharply to try and calm your nerves in vain over the height you saw. The smashing of the table startled you, whipping your head around just to see and feel the sleek and slender tentacle ram into you.

You couldn't react fast enough to even make a sound.

[0tt00ctavius]

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.

[sitdownlapdog]

Bloody Mary (Octogoblin) fanfiction -1-

Money

Au Where Otto and Norman still do what they do best… They have the ‘problems’ still but they haven’t met. Honestly just to get James to shut up and stop texting me about this song, and I have my own ideas as well, you dumb little slimy son of a-. Kinda love at first sight? Well not first sight really, more like love for two people who’ve never fully met before… But they know each other exists. Fluffy and hella descriptive. Nothing could be more described like the love I have for this ship. Pre-Smut… maybe I’ll write the smut in a different part…

Love is just a history that they may prove

Otto looked at the handsome man infront of him with so much love it would make anyone turn and say are they in love? But that was not the case… 

And when you're gone

Otto loved Norman so damned much, a simple look at the Green Goblin’s holder and he was on edge. 

I'll tell them my religion's you

How he wanted to tell him how much he loved the man, how he loved every flaw, every perfect thing about him. 

When Punktious comes to kill the king upon his throne

How he wanted to kiss that smiling face, “I’m kinda a doctor myself.” Wow, so handsome. 

I'm ready for their stones

This dance was gonna be when he was gonna tell Norman Osborn how much he loved him. Yes, today this stupid dance was gonna be either his downfall or his uprising. 

I'll dance dance dance,

Otto looked at Norman who was talking to some woman, but that didn’t matter, no it didn’t matter.

With my hands hands hands,

Why did he want to kiss this man? What made Otto so intranced with Norman damned Osborn? Where was the painful love coming from, was it true? Yes… 

Above my head head head,

But he loved Norman, he would kill for him, this damned dance was making him so hot, he wanted to take off his shirt. 

Like Jesus said

Norman looked at Otto and saw the tugging, Harry, Flo, Moe, and Larry where just having fun twirling about. 

I'm gonna dance, dance, dance

Norman walked over to Otto, “Otto Octavius…” Otto flushed “Yes sir that’s me” He looked at Norman and swallowed, the man was so handsome.

With my hands, hands, hands above my head

“Y-your Norman Osborn” Otto flushes “It’s an honor to finally see you in person”

Hands together, forgive him before he's dead, because...

“You as well,” Norman inspects the metal arms “Beautiful” he grunts under his breath.

I won't cry for you

The metal arms inspect Norman and then go back to twirling about and keeping people 50 ft away from Otto.

I won't crucify the things you do

“You know, I’ve had my eyes on you since I first heard about this transition”

I won't cry for you

That sounded amazing to Otto, Norman Osborn, watching over him… 

See (see), when you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Mary

“You have been?” 

Love

His heart was going a hundred beats a second. “You-” 

We are not just art for Michelangelo to carve

“Sir that’s a- a honor…”

He can't rewrite the aggro of my furied heart

“It is?” Norman Osborn looked at the burning face under him. “Is it?” He leans in with an evil smirk.

I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold

What was going on now? Why was he so close? Maybe Otto was in the way of the drinks? 

J'veux pas mourir toute seule

He couldn’t move, “Am I in the way?” he asked softly.

I'll dance, dance, dance

“Hmm, oh no, your not in my way,” The man said “Taking a closer look at you,”

With my hands, hands, hands

Otto knew he would lose it, if he kept hearing things like this from the man infront of him. 

Above my head, head, head

“Your quite handsome…” Otto flushed a slightly darker color, the blood rushing into his face hotter then ever. “Thank you.” 

Like Jesus said

Otto’s hands were sweaty, he wiped them on his pants. Norman raised an eyebrow at the shirt “This is the first time I’ve onlooked you with a shirt” Otto couldn’t believe it, he swallowed. “Well I assumed no one would be really wanting to see my chest.”

I'm gonna dance, dance, dance

“You assumed wrong…” Norman with a surprising amount of strength ripped it off. “That’s better” Otto was left a blushing mess.

With my hands, hands, hands above my head

Noone seemed to notice Otto and Norman, as if they were all in a trance… He realized, they were. No one moved from the spot they were in unless they were dancing. 

Hands together, forgive him before he's dead, because…

“You see it now, no one can really care for you unless I break them out of the trance” Otto became flushed “Surely I’m not that handsome that you’d want to mind-blank everyone…” Norman grabbed Otto’s chin, “Do you say that to yourself often?” 

I won't cry for you

Otto gulped, “Yes sir,” Norman raised an eyebrow but then shook his head “Your quite the spectacle,” Norman said softly. Otto became extremely red, it wasn’t fair that the man had could say words like that and Otto would just crumble. 

I won't crucify the things you do

He swallowed, it was time, “Mr. Osborn?” Norman looked at Otto “Norman,” He said swiftly. 

I won't cry for you

“Norman,” Otto repeated “I-” Norman chuckled “I know” He leaned in “Your pining is clear as water.” Norman placed his lips on Otto’s and the man gasped.

See (see), when you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Mary

Otto gasped in pure surprise. HE KNEW? FOR HOW LONG? NORMAN OSBORN WAS KISSING HIM! The metal arms had stopped twirling about to ‘watch’ what was going on, more like take in Otto’s loud thoughts and comment on them. 

Love

Otto grabbed Norman’s hair and brought him closer. Norman pulled away with a smile, “Your are quite the spectacle dear, I’d love to do that again.” Norman said. 

Gaga, Gaga

“Then do it again,” Otto barked, eyes widened with surprise and confusion. Norman did it again kissing Otto’s tender lips. 

Gaga, Gaga (_)

Otto brought out a loud gasp of surprise, “N-Norman, sir” Norman raised his eyebrow again “Hmm?” He stood straight. “How long have you known?”

Dum dum, da-di-da

“A long time, the first month after you started working here,” Norman said with a smirk, “You were as adorable then as you are now.” 

Dum dum, da-di-da-dadda-da-di-da

Otto flushed an even darker red. “Really sir?” Norman grumbles “Norman…” He repeats leaning into Otto’s face once more,Otto moves closer and they kiss. 

I won't cry for you

Otto smiles at Norman mid-kiss. “Holy-” Norman covers his mouth. “Darling,” he kisses Otto again. 

I won't crucify the things you do, do, do

It wasn’t fair for Otto, then again it was almost never fair for him.

I won't cry for you

Norman brought him close and started kissing Otto’s neck. 

See (see), when you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Mary

Otto whines and holds onto Norman’s head while the man licks and nips and bites at his neck.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Otto held tight to Norman as the man with the Green Goblin’s super strength picked him up. 

Líberate, mi amor

Norman growls in Otto’s ear, “Your so pretty” Otto whines in response, he just wants Norman to give him what he wants. He’ll beg if he has to, but what he wants will happen, he just knows it.

@james-the-delivery-gay, @dr-ottooctavius, @whoeverelse

[admrlthundrbolt]

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Stranger Things

Straight Through The Heart (Eddie Munson x Chubby Reader)

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure

The Most Beautiful Girl In The World (Okuyasu x Chubby Reader)

One Way Or Another (Selkie N'Doul x Chubby Reader

Voices In My Head (Secco x Chubby Reader)

How Did You Love (Polnareff x Chubby Reader)

Heal The Pain (Dragon Wamuu x Chubby Reader)

Black Magic Woman (Werewolf Santana x Chubby Reader)

Evil Walks (Poltergeist Esidisi x Chubby Reader)

Just What I Needed (Gorgon Kars x Chubby Reader)

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Resident Alien

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One-Punch Man

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Holding Out For A Hero (Mumen Rider x Chubby Reader)

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Stayin' Alive (Ladybug x Chubby Reader

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Encanto

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Firefly

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Scream

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Friday the 13th

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[nanasdumbworld]

Head Over Heels (pt.1)

₊°✧︡˗ˏˋ❤ˎˊ˗ Miguel O'Hara x Spider! fem!Reader

Summary ; Miguel and (Y/N) realize that they are head over heels for each other.

Warnings ; Mention of child loss, panic attack. Hurt/Confort. Jealousy!Miguel. Non-consent kiss.

It was a Friday of paperwork. (Y/N) Drew was doing yesterday's mission report, which had not gone quite well since the anomaly, a variant of the green goblin, had been able to escape. Miguel wasn't entirely happy with the result, but let it go. (Y/N) thought he was going to scold her as usual, but that didn't happen. He simply told her that the problem was easy to fix and told to prepare herself so she could catch him on the next mission.

She and Miguel had years of friendship, along with Jess and Peter. She was one of the first recruits and she was one of the strongest. (Y/N)'s past wasn't unknown to anyone, she was from earth 1610-B. A reality where she was a female clone of Peter Parker, created by Doc Ock and the Ben Reily of that dimension.

Since he met her for the first time, Miguel knew that she was a person to trust, which is why their bond was so strong. You could say they were "best friends". Although, for (Y/N), Miguel wasn't just a simple friend, the small details and gestures of him made her fall in love with him. One of the key moments of their friendship, was that time (Y/N) found Miguel having a panic attack in his office.

On a mission, he failed to save a variant of his little daughter from the lizard's clutches. The image of his daughter's body was repeated over and over again in his head.

"I couldn't save her, I couldn't protect my baby" He yelled, throwing one of the monitors. (Y/N) cautiously approached when he calmed down and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. "Can I sit next to you?" She asked with a sweet tone of voice, to which he denied, shaking his head, without turning to look at her. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" She asked again. Miguel didn't answer. "Do you want me to retire?" Miguel denied.

"Stay." It was the only thing he could say in a small voice.

For a long time, she was standing a few meters from him, until he let her get closer. (Y/N) knelt in front of him.

"Would you like to talk about what-" She was interrupted by a hug, which she responded by hugging him back. Miguel buried his face in her neck, letting out many more tears. Gently, she stroked his hair. (Y/N) realized that his breathing was back to normal. Miguel raised his face and looked into her eyes as she wiped away his tears. A weak 'thank you' came out of his mouth.

That had happened a few months ago. Thanks to that their friendship became even stronger, they had helped each other hundreds of times. He healed her wounds, she listened to him when he opened up about his private life. Sometimes they would go out to eat in their free time or stay up late to review the reports of the other spider people, which Miguel loved. He also comforted her when she didn't feel good about herself, since thanks to her origin, she questioned who she really was, a simple clone or "cheap copy of Spiderman" as J.J. Jameson called her. It was inevitable that she didn't fall in love with him, she knew the real Miguel. Deep inside that shell, Miguel was a huge nerd with a heart of gold who was passionate about genetics.

"(Y/N)? Are you picking up?" Miguel got her attention by snapping his fingers near her face.

"Yeah, yeah" She shook her head, clearing her mind. She turned her head to the left, looking at him. "What were you saying?"

Miguel rolled his eyes, grumbling. "I was saying what you can do to capture the anomaly. Take this antidote to sedate him. This will bring Norman Osborn back to himself." He handed her a small vial with a green liquid. "You have to inject it into his neck as quickly as possible, understand?"

"Yes, Sir"

Many hours later, she finished writing the report. She got up from her seat and stretched. "I'm going to sleep now, try to do it too" (Y/N) said putting her hands on her waist.

"No te prometo nada, I still have reports to review" (I can't promise you nothing) he replied without turning around. He was reading Hobie's report. "This is the most incompetent, worthless report I've ever read in my life" he passed his hand over his face as a sign of despair.

"Do you want me to help you?" (Y/N) clasped her hands behind her back and cocked her head.

"No, you go rest. You need to be fine for tomorrow's mission." she sighed. The truth was that he was sleepy, but Miguel was never going to finish reading the hundreds of reports that he still had left. "Ni lo pienses" (Don't you think about it)

"But-"

"No."

He moved closer to her and raised an eyebrow. "Tomorrow you have a very important mission, you need to rest" (Y/N) got even closer. "What are you going to do to me if I don't and I stay?" They could feel each other's breaths on their faces.

Miguel looked down, remaining lost in the brunette's lips. Obviously, (Y/N) noticed and did the same. They were inches from kissing, when Lyla's voice fortunately (unfortunately) abruptly separated them.

"Am I interrupting something?" She said laughing, to which they both flatly denied.

"Claro que no. Para nada" (No, of course not) Miguel mentioned completely flushed.

"Nah" (Y/N) looked up at the ceiling, while whistling. What were they about to do? Were they going to kiss?

"Whatever you say" Lyla shrugged her shoulders in confusion. A screen appeared in front of them. In the image, they could see the green goblin in what appeared to be a gala. "Norman Osborn on earth 1610-B, he is in a charity dinner for the orphanage of the city" Lyla continued saying. "I fear that his intentions are not good, I detected that he bring three bombs with him"

(Y/N) turned to look at Miguel with a smile. "The night will be long, my dear friend"

-

They were already at the evening. Not being able to enter with their respective Spidey costumes, they opted to dress up. (Y/N) wore a wine-colored dress and Miguel in a suit. They both thought they looked amazing, but they weren't able to tell each other.

They were dancing to go unnoticed. At that moment, the song "Fooled Around and Fell In Love" by Elvin Bishop was playing. They danced slowly, with an awkward distance. They looked everywhere with the excuse of finding Norman, but it was also because they couldn't look at each other's faces without blushing.

Despite their best efforts, they couldn't help it. Both were lost in each other's gaze. Longing to give each other even a kiss. The uncomfortable distance was shortening, they felt their breath getting closer.

"Can I kiss you?" They said at the same time. They were about to finally give each other the much-needed kiss, but a raspy voice interrupted them, causing them to turn around. it was none other than Norman Osborn himself. "Excuse me, gentleman. Could you steal the lady for a moment? I'd like to have a dance with her. Sure, if she wants it that way."

They both looked at each other and nodded. "Sure, no problem" Miguel replied with a small smile and left, sitting at one of the tables that were nearby.

Now the song that was playing was "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" by Morten Harket. "What a mainstream song" Miguel thought as he watched (Y/N) dance with him. (Y/N)'s plan was to have him close enough to inject him with the serum. So they were extremely close. Which made Miguel's blood boil. How he grabbed her by the waist, how he whispered things in her ear that he didn't want to imagine. (Y/N) just smiled awkwardly, reaching for the vial that was in her pocket.

Norman thought that she wanted to kiss him, seeing that he was getting closer little by little to his face, so he didn't miss an opportunity. "How quickly you fall in love, doll" He said and without further ado he kissed her. Miguel froze. (Y/N) Seeing that Norman was distracted, he injected the serum into his neck.

A Miguel se lo estaba llevando la chingada.(Miguel was really pissed) Seeing (Y/N) kissing with that anomaly made his head ache. Since when was he this jealous? All he wanted to do was just push him away from her, but he couldn't. The serum had to take effect.

The headache grew stronger when she saw him going to the bathroom, between kisses. He followed them and entered the women's bathroom. He walked checking the cubicles, until a blow stopped him dead. He went to where the blow came from and saw that it was (Y/N) with a completely unconscious Norman. "How was the drool exchange?" he asked the brunette, earning himself an elbow in the stomach. "You would have done it, idiot."

Already in the HQ, they locked Norman in a cell.

"What a night" Miguel exclaimed, taking off his tie.

"Don't even tell me" (Y/N) grumbled as she took off her hairstyle. "I'm going to rest, see you tomorrow" She turned around and opened a portal to her house.

"(Y/N)" Miguel caught her attention making her turn back to him. Come on, Miguel. Tell her. Tell her you love her.

"Have a nice night." It was all he said. He felt disappointed in himself.

And she felt that way too. She didn't just want to say a simple "I'm going to rest, see you tomorrow" she wanted to fill him with kisses and hug him as much as she couldn't.

But neither of them had the courage to say it and do it.

[illiana-mystery]

Nine people you'd like to know better

Thanks for the tag, @lexlightning2002!

Three ships: Octogoblin (it's the only ship I currently support)

First ship: I used to be into crack pairings...and that's all I'll say in regards to that...

The last song: Seeing is Believing by Adriana Evans

Currently reading: Mostly Doc Ock x Reader and Norman Osborn x Reader fics lately

Last film: White Sands (1992), it's a cheesy 90s thriller/action movie but I love it

Currently craving: Chocolate Chip Cookies

Tagging: @goran-dafoe, @lastdanceonmonday, @stormin-norman, @littlegreenfag, @simpforoldermen02, @dreamlikedesires, @itsquinnagain, @crowtoed, & @havenomercy

[shangchiswife]

Doc ock x reader where reader is a hero, but get hurt in a fight and doc ock take care of them

hey! this was sm fun to write. i also ended up making it also a norman x reader as well as a doc ock x reader so there's double the fun. enjoy!!

also this contains minor spoilers for spiderman no way home i guess?

summary: you get hurt after a mission and otto and norman take care of you.

norman x gn!reader x otto

warnings: none except for maybe alluding smut?

word count: 1065

It had been about six months since the five villains from the other multiverses decided to stay in your large house along with Peter and Aunt May, who you obviously let in since they were basically family.

Peter was still trying to perfect a cure for Norman Osborn since his situation was awfully different from anything he's ever worked on before.

Being a hero yourself, you couldn't really help him much since S.H.I.E.L.D was always on your ass to go fight since you were a very powerful assassin.

You used to be one of Natasha Romanoff's best friends and she taught you all of your skills. Whenever S.H.I.E.L.D would call you, you'd always want to be there to fight for her legacy since you were kicking ass with her skillful tactics.

You had just gotten back from a mission and now you were limping back to your house with your hand on your stomach where you had gotten stabbed.

A trail of blood leaked from your wound as your breathing became heavy as the smell of smoke from the mission still burned in your lungs, making you cough out causing a string of red blood to pour from your lips.

You lodged the key into the hole and twisted it urgently and then entered your house.

The first thing you heard was Peter's sweet laugh making your heart swell.

He was like the little brother you'd never had and you loved him so much.

As you trudged in you noticed that everyone was huddled up in the living room, all lounging on the couch with a movie on in the background.

"Hi guys," you smiled as everyone looked up at you, their initial happiness being replaced with concern.

"Y/N!" Aunt May shrieked as she ran up to you frantically, observing the wound in your stomach as you coughed out once again.

"It's just a stab, May, I'm fine," you reassured her, placing your hands gently onto her shoulders.

"That looks so deep," Max walked up to you, his eyebrows furrowing.

Everyone in the apartment had become very close with one another and everyone became friends. There was a sense of love and appreciation all around.

"Guys I'm fine I promise I just need a little sleep..." your voice trailed off as you almost passed out but Peter quickly caught you due to his spider sense.

"Y/N, you just fainted...me and Norman are going to take care of you," you heard Otto's husky voice command.

Before you could reply you felt yourself go limp and your eyelids shut.

When you woke you were immediately blinded by a bright light.

"Ow," you groaned as you twisted over and shut your eyes.

"Oh sorry," you heard the rich voice of Norman Osborn as he clicked a button that shut off the bright light.

You opened your eyes and observed your surroundings.

You seemed to be on a stretcher and there was a first aid box beside you with its contents overflowing out on the table.

Norman and Otto stood in front of you, deep in conversation as they noticed you getting up.

"Ah ah ah, you still need your rest, my dear," Otto tutted as he brought one of his tentacles up in the air and gently placed you back down on the bed.

You saw Norman smirk down at you.

The nickname and his stare sent chills down your spine.

It was no secret that you were into older men and them being here just didn't help your obsession at all.

"So I'm assuming you both fixed me up, huh?" you questioned as you sat up once again making Norman click his tongue in annoyance.

"We told you to stay down, you need rest," Norman practically growled which made a smirk form on your face.

"Norman calm down the poor thing was stabbed!" Otto argued, his chocolate eyes radiating anger.

"Whatever," the other scientist mumbled as he stared at your arrogant form.

"However, you really should lay down," Otto turned back to you.

"Well, I'm feeling much better actually so I think I'm gonna go," you jumped off the bed making the two scientists' eyes widen.

"The only other place you're going is your bed," Otto cautioned as you saw Norman's eyes glint dangerously.

"No actually because I want to eat the fries I saved yesterday so thanks for your help guys but I think I can handle it from here," you said as you walked towards the door.

Norman bared his teeth as he grabbed you roughly and Otto took the opportunity to get one of his tentacles out and gently grab you by the waist.

"Y/N, we're taking you to your room," Otto's tone was gentle.

"But I want my fries! You not letting me eat is cruel and unjust punishment and for what? I literally just got stabbed," you argued.

"You know with that manipulative behavior of yours you ought to become a villain," Norman laughed as you all arrived in your room.

Otto placed you on your bed as if you were a delicate flower.

"Well, thanks I guess," you mumbled, an embarrassed look forming on your face.

"You're welcome, now get some rest we'll check on you in a bit...and I'll bring you your fries," Otto smiled warmly at you as he walked up to you and placed the covers over your body.

Norman joined him and a gentle smile formed on his face.

"They overwork you at your job...I'm going to have a little talk with whoever runs that S.H.I.E.L.D place you work at," Norman's voice was dark for a moment before you grasped his hand tightly.

"Norman it's fine I promise I just need a break for the next couple of days and then it'll be okay," you squeezed his hand tightly making pink coat his cheeks.

You loved the effect you had on these men.

Otto bent down to kiss your nose and smiled at your shocked reaction.

"Get some rest and then you can get more of that," he smiled then stroked your cheek.

He backed up and let Norman kiss you on the cheek.

"If I even see you move out of your bed I will punish you later," he whispered, his hot breath fanning your ear making you grow warm and fuzzy all over.

"Kinky," you whispered back making him pull away and smirk at you.

The two men left your room leaving you in solitude and your heart beating fast.

The effect they had on you, geez.

[moregaythanyourealized]

Revenge

Norman Osborn x Fem Reader

Smut warning ⚠️

When you get dumped by Harry you decide to pay a visit to the Osborn mansion

That moron had it coming. Dating Harry was confusing to say the least. One day he’d show up to your work with flowers the next he would get angry over every little thing you did. It was starting to get on your nerves. You made the mistake of confronting him about it at a party. It started quiet asking him if he was really happy with you and it ended with him shoving you aside and yelling that the two of you were over.

12:45, Harry’s curfew was 2:00 AM. It gives you just enough time to take back the night. The Osborn mansion was huge, like nothing you’d ever seen before. You didn’t grow up rich and took every moment you could to enjoy the luxuries life spared you. Opening the large wooden doors you stepped into the front hall looking up at the stair case, bottle of jack in hand. Now or never. Just as you began your ascend a voice called from down the hall,

“Y/n? Shouldn’t you be out with Harry?” It was Norman Osborn, Harry’s father. He probably didn’t expect you so late at night which explained why he wore only a silk robe. He looked nice, much more relaxed than when he was working. He stepped towards you and looked you over,

“Are you alright Y/n?” You only laughed and took a sip from your bottle,

“Your son publicly humiliated me and then left me without a ride home. So no, I’m not alright.” Sitting on the steps you offered him your drink which he accepted as he placed himself close to you,

“Harry’s well meaning, even if an idiot at times. Does this mean you two are…” He gestured vaguely and resged his hand on your leg,

“Yes, we’re no longer together.” The way his hand touched your skin made you take a deep breath. Then you had the most evil and brilliant idea. Your boyfriend had just made you look like an idiot in front of everyone you knew. It was time to return the favor,

“Mr Osborn, may I ask you a personal question?” Taking the bottle out of his hands and setting it down you turned towards him, shifting closer,

“What do you think of me?” He stayed silent for a moment,

“Your wonderful Y/n, in fact I’m surprised Harry was even able to catch someone like you. You’re gorgeous and smart,”

“and?”

“and…I think you can do better than my son to be frank with you.” Normans hand inched up your leg and he licked his lips before looking away and mumbling to himself,

“Do you need a ride home sweetheart?” Oh, they way he said that pushed you over the edge. Leaning, you grabbed his face and kissed him softly. The moment felt as if it went on forever. Your soft lips against his as his hand squeezed your thigh. Norman pulled away and there was something different about him…something sinister. It was attractive.

He pulled you up to your feet and walked you to his large bedroom. He placed you on the bed and threw off his robe. He got on the bed, kissing down your neck and biting small marks into it,

“N-Norman..”

“You wanted this all along didn’t you.” He laughed. All you could do was sigh and run your fingers through his hair. He paused and looked up at you, something dangerous was happening behind his eyes, you could tell.

“Flip over.” Doing as he said you buried your face in the duvet and waited patiently. The ripping of fabric and cold air on your ass made you gasp. His warm hands pressed to the inside of your legs and massaged small circles on your thighs. He dragged a finger along your folds,

“Tell me to stop and I will, dear.”

“No!” You said perhaps a bit too quickly. Heat flooding in your face from the precarious position you were in,

“Very well.” You felt his finger dip inside you, letting out a moan you gripped the duvet in your hands. A slow pace was all he gave you but it was more than enough.

What are you doing? Just take her already!

The voice was too loud for him to argue with, yes…he would give in. Just this once. You couldn’t see him pulling himself from his boxers but you could certainly feel when he replaced his finger with the tip of his cock.

Make her beg.

“Beg for me.” Desperate for any relief you lifted your head from the covers and moaned,

“Please! Mr Osborn, please please please-“ Cutting off your own voice with a loud whine you felt him thrust deep inside you. Fuck, he felt so good. His pace was much quicker now, grabbing your hips and pulling them against his own. He groaned and leaned forward to kiss behind your ear and whisper to you,

“I’m sure Harry never fucked you like this, did he?” It was strange being jealous of his son. Something he certainly never felt before he saw you hanging around with Harry. He felt the need to prove he was better. Turning you over he kissed all over you chest and continued to please you. A sudden higher moan and the way your legs pulled him closer let him know he had hit the right spot. The bed was creaking now with the urgency of both your orgasms approaching. Arching your back the older man buried his face in your neck. The sudden feeling of release had you crying out his name while he continued to thrust. With a staggering moan he stilled. When he pulled out you both laid there for a moment, staring at each other and realizing what you had done.

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Revenge is petty, but it suited you well. Harry was supposed to meet his father after a meeting today. When Harry saw you in the work hall he was shocked to see you in a classy outfit. When his father came out and gave you a kiss before taking his coffee from your hands he fell silent, even more shocked and confused than before. Norman walked past Harry and patted him in the shoulder,

“Don’t worry about it, kiddo.”

[endofthelinegang]

up and coming fics (meaning tomorrow)

- doc ock x fem! reader: after coming home from a long day he comes home to you singing and is immediately stunned

- tasm! peter parker x fem! reader: after the crazy time he had he realizes that he has to move on with life but decides that breaking into your house and scaring you is a good choice

- tobey! spider-man x fem! reader: you had a really hard day and him asking you is what made you finally cry but he understands and takes care of you

- all spider-man’s x fem! reader **: what better way to celebrate and bring the boys together than fun night

- norman osborn x fem! reader: confused and hurt as memories flood his brain he needs someone to help him through the darkness

- tom! spider-man x gn! reader: fluff alphabet

- stephen strange x fem! reader: he left you in a panic worrying you to death. but he is sure to make you safe and call you

comment to be tagged :)

[little-spicy]

|Comfort|

Spiderverse Villains X Reader

( Otto x Reader mostly!)

Summary: Ever since Y/N has had the now reformed villains at her apartment it's been hard for her to go out. So when she gets stood up for a date, all the men decide to cheer Y/N up.

Y/N WAS LOOKING AT HERSELF IN THE MIRROR as she got ready for her date. She hadn't dressed up like this in a while, it had been a few months since she had a proper date and she was ready.

She worked in the Avenger's tower as Tony Stark's old assistant, she now works with Pepper as she is the sole heir and knew she could trust Y/N with Stark industries.

And being Stark's assistant she was very close to Peter, thinking of him as a nephew or son and Peter felt the same way. Y/N and May were his family and he wouldn't have it any other way.

So when Peter had reformed villains from other dimensions needing a place to stay as they tried to get home, he knew you were person to call.

He had the other Peter Parker's with him and Happy and you let the villains stay in your apartment.

As the weeks past you grew fond of all of them, growing use to their quirks.

Norman was very smart along with Otto, both of them spending hours in your lab.

Max enjoyed testing out his electrical powers and sometimes blowing a fuse.

Dr.Connors was peculiar as he kept to himself but he indulged on hobbies that he learned, such as learning how to bake.

And Flint was usually introverted and watched Tv but he knew how to cook and would help with some of the dishes.

While being with them she had taken a break from herself and spent so much time taking care of them that she had forgotten about her own life.

So when she had gone into work, she was asked out by one of the workers named Simon. He was sweet and seems nice so she accepted and here she was.

She applied that last bit of makeup and looked at herself proudly in the mirror.

"Alright, not too bad." She said to herself and exited the bathroom and grabbed her bag from the bed.

As she left her room, she made sure to turn off the lights and went into the living room. All the guys were in the living room as they played monopoly and had beer and chips on the table.

"Hey Y/N- woah where are you going?" Max asked and Y/N blushed as they all stared at her in awe. They had only seen her in her work clothes or casual clothes, they had never seen her this dressed up.

"If you must know, I'm going on a date." Y/N said and grabbed her keys from the key stand.

"With who?" Otto asked with interest.

"This guy at work, so I'll be gone for a bit." Y/N said and took out a bit of money. "This is for food in case you guys want any pizza."

"If we are getting pizza this time let's just get something simple." Flint said. "I don't want anything complicated like pineapple."

Max threw one of the monopoly houses at Flint and Flint retaliated by throwing a piece of chip at Max.

"Thank you, Y/N." Norman said. "You look really great."

"Thank you Norman, so before I leave do you need anything?" Y/N asked and they all shook their head no.

"Alright, well, see you later!" Y/N said giddily and grabbed her coat and put it on, and left the apartment.

"Sorry Otto guess you aren't making your move anytime soon." Max said and Otto glared at Max.

"Shut up." Otto said and the men laughed.

"Sorry but your jealousy was not hard to see, but better luck next time." Curtis said and Otto shook his head.

"We are leaving one day, there's no point." Otto said and before one of them could say something he spoke again. "Now am I gonna beat you or not?"

"Try your best Otto, but you haven't seen my skills." Norman said and the men continued their fun with Monopoly.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Y/N came back to the apartment complex completely humiliated and upset. It would of been one thing if many things didn't go right but it was worse when you get stood up.

Y/N had arrived to the restaurant on time and sat at the table and waited, and waited.

Simon was a no show. She tried calling him but he didn't answer and when she would text him, he didn't even respond.

She had waited an hour and a half until she came to the conclusion that she was stood up. It was even more embarrassing when she had told the waiter that she would just eat by herself.

After eating, she tried not to cry as she left utterly embarrassed and just wanted to go home and lock herself in her room.

She knew she had to put on a brave face as she could hear the men laughing on the other side. She held it together and unlocked the door.

She saw them all stare at her as she walked in the door, and they all looked confused.

"Hey Y/N I thought you would be out longer?" Max asked and Y/N put on a fake smile and went into the kitchen and put the leftovers in the fridge.

"Nah, he was fine, but I don't think I'll be going out with him again." She said, trying to be strong. "I'm tired though, I'm gonna go into my room and take a shower and sleep."

They all were confused once more, knowing she was usually a night owl.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Curtis asked and Y/N began to walk toward her room and had her back facing them as she walked.

"No, I'm good." She said and began to walk quickly.

"You sure?" Flint asked and she turned to them with a smile, her eyes getting glossy with tears.

"Y-yeah, goodnight guys." Y/N said and she went into her room, she locked the door and immediately broke down.

She tried to cry as quietly as possible and went into her bathroom and started the shower. She stripped off her clothes and didn't care where they went. She went into the hot shower and continued to cry.

She didn't know what to do and as she continued to shower, the guys in the living room were still concerned.

"Should we talk to her?" Curtis asked.

"I don't know, maybe we should leave her be." Flint said. "I mean I don't know if she'll open up."

"There was definitely something wrong." Norman told them. "I mean she said she would be out late and she tried to get out of the living room like a bat out of hell."

"Here I'll go." Otto said and got up from the table and looked over to Max with a glare. "Don't you even dare stealing my money."

Max put his hands up.

"If you don't come back, then it's up for grabs." Max said with a smirk and Norman sighed.

"It'll still be here just go." Norman said and Otto nodded and walked or Y/N's room.

He stood in front of the door and could hear Y/N faintly. He pressed his ear to the door and could swear he could hear her crying.

He decided to knock.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Otto asked.

When Y/N heard Otto's voice on the other side of the door she jolted.

After getting out of the shower, she threw on her biggest t-shirt, and jumped right into bed and cried.

She sniffles and cleared her throat, trying not to give away that she was crying.

"Um- y-yeah." Y/N said and wiped her face of any tears. "Look d-don't worry about me, just enjoy your night with the guys- I'm fine."

"Let me hear that in person." Otto said and Y/N grew frustrated.

"I don't have to do anything!" Y/N shouted.

"Y/N if something is wrong, we just want to help." Otto said, trying not to grow angry.

"Leave me alone!" She shouted and Otto glared.

"I'll break down that door and you know I mean it!" Otto shouted back and Y/N knew he meant it.

She got up from the bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked awful, and she sniffled and wiped away tears and tried to look happy.

She went over to the door and opened it a little bit. She could see Otto looking down at her and she looked away.

"I'm fine, okay? Goodnight." Y/N said and tried to close the door but one of his tentacles came out and stopped the door from closing.

Otto opened the door more and as Y/N tried to get to the bathroom, Otto's tentacles grabbed her and she yelled at him.

"Put me down, Otto!" She yelled and Otto's tentacles brought her close to him and finally he saw her messy state.

"Y/N." He said sadly, looking at her puffy eyes and red nose.

She tried not to let the tears fall but as she looked at Otto's eyes and how they held concern, she broke down.

The tentacles let go of Y/N and she hugged Otto, he held her tight as she sobbed into his chest.

"What happened?" Otto asked, and Y/N sniffed and squeezed Otto close to her.

"S-Simon stood me up." Y/N hiccuped. "He didn't show, I- I just was really looking forward to putting myself out there why is it so hard to-"

Y/N was cut off by Otto's lips crashing down onto hers as she closed her eyes and melted into the kiss. Otto touched her face gently as they pulled away and Y/N stood there shocked as Otto looked completely nervous.

"Simon was a damn fool to do that, but I'm a bigger fool for letting that happen." Otto said to her.

"I would be lying if I said I haven't dreamed about this before, but I wouldn't have included me being a giant mess in front of you." Y/N said as she wiped another tear away.

"If you want, I could take you- on a date tomorrow?" Otto asked and Y/N hugged Otto.

"That would be nice." Y/N said and she let out a sad laugh.

"Do you want to join us? We've got pizza." Otto said. "Flint got pepperoni and then Max insisted on cheese with black olives and onions."

"Pizza sounds amazing." Y/N said and looked down at her clothes, her face turning red as she realized Otto is looking at her with no pants. "Let me at least put pants on."

"Oh- oh yes, of course." Otto said and kissed her cheek gently. "I'll let you change."

Otto left her room and Y/N let out a giddy laugh as she replayed the kiss in her mind.

For weeks she wished that dream became a reality, and it actually did. She did have small feelings for the doctor, who would bring her coffee or give up his seat.

He was always a gentleman but didn't know if it was because he was being nice or if he liked her.

She thought earlier that this night had been a disaster but after Otto coming into her room, this was the best night of her life.

Y/N had put a sweatshirt on and some pajama pants and went into the living room. And when she came into the living room her heart melted.

All the guys had brought up a chair for her, a place right in between Otto and Max. With a piece of pizza on a plate and a beer with it.

"Hey Y/N Otto gave us the summary." Max said and motioned for her to sit. "Don't worry we'll give Simon an ass whooping later, first I have to whoop Otto's ass in Monopoly."

"Nice try Dillon, but just because you have Pennsylvania and Pacific Avenue doesn't scare me one bit." Otto said.

"After this we can watch a movie." Norman told Y/N.

"And we did buy ice cream at the store yesterday." Flint added.

"We can do whatever you want." Curtis added and Y/N had never felt so touched.

"Just for now, I want to see how long it takes for Otto to choke out Max." Y/N said with a laugh, and all the men laughed.

"Won't take long." Norman said. "I bet twenty bucks that Otto is the first to lose all his money."

"I bet fifty for Otto too." Y/N said and Otto shoved her gently, making Max laugh.

"Your betting against me?" Otto asked and Y/N looked at him in guilt.

"Sorry but if you do lose, I'll pay for dinner tomorrow." Y/N said.

"Did Otto finally ask you out?" Curtis asked and Y/N nodded and Otto wrapped his arm around her.

"Pay up Flint." Max said and Flint begrudgingly took out ten bucks.

"You bet on us getting together?" Y/N asked and Max out his hands up.

"It was only a matter of time." Max said and Y/N shook her head.

"Okay, let's focus on the game now." Y/N said and took a bite of her pizza and looked at them all with a smile. "And thank you."

"For what?" Norman asked.

"For cheering me up." Y/N told them all. "I mean it."

"Your welcome." Otto said and kissed the top of her head.

All the men nodded in agreement and as Y/N watched Otto rage through the night, all she could think about, was how lucky she was to have such great roommates.

Hope you liked this! If you want to give me prompts or suggestions for another preference or one shot let me know! I do Marvel, Star Wars, Doctor Who, and Harry Potter! ✨✨

[cryptid-writing]

[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] [4]

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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..?

[greengoblinswifey]

Threesome

So this was originally posted on my wattpad(paulwalkerswidow22) but I decided to also post it here :)

Warnings: Threesome, Voyeurism, Anal(m+f)

You'd been working at Oscorp for a solid three years as the secretary and had been witness to your bosses Norman Osborn and Otto Octavius' competitive nature. This 'rivalry' blossomed even more when you began dating Norman a year ago. You never asked if they were this competitive before you began working at Oscorp but it sure was rampant with you there. Sometimes you felt as if you were coming between their friendship as you were the main thing they butted heads over but you brushed it off, lowkey liking the remarks Otto made referring to you. 

You walked to Otto's lab to give him your completed manuscripts for the day and as always he flirted with you.

"I bet I can make you scream so much louder than he can Y/N," he said frankly, "Do you get as wet for him as you do for me?"

You gave him a middle finger as your response as your boyfriend, Norman walked in.

He gave you a kiss and slapped your ass, an act that made Otto feral.

"Is he bothering you again darling?" Norman asked into the kiss.

"When is he not?" 

"I'm just saying, I can make her feel so much better than you ever could," Otto interjected.

It was like this almost everyday on the job, it was entertaining to say the least but you did get curious about his statements. There was a rumour going around that his dick was ten inches once, it was extreme but you did wonder about the legitimacy. 

You and Norman left, hand in hand and went about the rest of your day, laughing and arguing with Otto in between.

At around seven, Norman had sent everyone home and only you, him and Otto were left in the building. 

You sat in Norman's lap, your head leaned back against his chest as he typed away. "I think I have an idea princess," he said.

Before you could inquire, he flipped you around, wrapped your legs around him, cleared his desk but not before pressing a button on the telephone to indicate that Otto was needed in his office.

Norman laid you down and attached his lips to yours, tongues dancing together as you felt his bulge against your crotch.

He rode your dress up to your waist and tore your panties, throwing it aside and collected your juices on his fingers then used it as lubrication, inserting two fingers inside you. 

You forget all about Norman requesting Otto to come to his office until he cleared his throat at the door. You gasped and your eyes widened but Norman continued to finger fuck you infront of him.

Otto's jaw hung low as he watched the sight before him, the growing bulge painfully visible in his black pants.

You clenched around Norman as you looked over at Otto, licking your lips.

"You're free to take care of that little problem you have down there while you're here," Norman said, pointing at his friend's bulge. With that, he freed his painfully hard cock from his pants and spread the pre cum over it, pumping himself.

Your eyes widened at the size of him. He looked big. The rumour was definitely true. He seemed to be an inch bigger than Norman which was quite impressive in your eyes. 

Otto continued to pump himself as Norman's fingers went in and out of you rapidly. He rubbed circles on your hood which caused a moan to escape your lips.

"Sweet sounds she makes doesn't she?" Norman asked rhetorically.

Right when you were about to cum, he took his fingers from your soaking cunt. 

"Not so fast sweets," he said as he pulled you in for a hungry kiss.

"Hm, all that talk these past few months Otto, why don't you come and prove yourself? Norman sneered, "Fuck my girl, make her moan your name."

Otto made his way over to you as Norman stepped aside. He looked into your eyes as if to ask for consent and you smirked and nodded, curious to feel his largeness inside you.

He spat on your cunt and used his spit to rub it all over before slowly entering your folds. You let out a pornographic moan as he stretched you and picked up the pace.

"Guess I really can make Y/N moan," Otto said, causing your boyfriend to chuckle as he played with his balls.

You fingernails dug cresent moons into Otto's back as he brought himself out of you only to slam back in with full force. He looked down at your lower abdomen smirking as he saw his cock moving. 

The stretch was insane and you felt amazing, you couldn't get enough of it. He was hitting all the right spots and now you were desperate for a release.

"Gonna cum little slut?" Norman asked you, as that familiar look of pre orgasm came on your face.

You didn't respond as you were too engulfed with the feeling of the tip of Otto's cock touching your cervix over and over.

You knew this was a competition between your boyfriend and his friend and to push it further and push Norman's buttons, you moaned Otto's name.

"Oh fuck, fucking hell, I- I'm gonna cum Otto!" you cried.

And with that, you came all over Otto's cock, screaming his name and pulling him into an intimate hug. 

Coming down from your high, you pulled him into a kiss and explored his mouth with your tongue, loving the taste of him. Norman sat in his chair, watching as you sloppily made out and pumped his shaft. He threw his head back and tightened his hold on his cock as you swirled and sucked on Otto's tongue.

"Not so fast baby, I want you to cum in my mouth," you said to Norman, motioning for him to come towards you.

You got off Norman's desk and went on your knees as both him and Otto came to you with their cocks out. You couldn't possibly fit both of them in your mouth so you decided to blow them individually. 

You swirled your tongue over Norman's mushroom as you fondled Otto's balls then moved to his shaft, pumping it up and down slowly. Your boyfriend grabbed a fistful of your silk pressed hair and face fucked you, throwing his head back. You continued to pump Otto's cock, and took Norman out of your mouth, ready to now take Otto in. You began pumping Norman as your head bobbed on his friend's cock, savoring their sweet tastes on your tongue. You moaned which sent a vibration throughout Otto's whole body, causing him to also let out a moan. You hollowed your cheeks and continued to bob your head at a faster pace, desperate to make Otto cum in your mouth. He took hold of your hair and pushed himself into the back of your throat causing you to gag and tears roll down your brown cheeks. You just knew the next morning you were going to have a sore throat. Otto continued to face fuck you, moaning, until you felt his warm load shoot down your throat. You wasted no time in swallowing it all as he dragged you up from knees causing you to let go of Norman's cock and pull you in for a kiss. 

"Now I want you both to fill my holes at the same time," you said, pulling the men by their ties. 

Hearing this, they quickly rid themselves of their undergarments. Norman laid down on his desk, pulling you on top of him while Otto stood at the foot of the table. You arched your back to give Otto a good view and position of your ass and Norman a good position for your soaking pussy.

As if planned, they simultaneously entered your holes, causing you to let out a hybrid of a gasp and moan. You'd never felt this full in your entire life. 

They both went at a fast pace as Norman slammed into your pussy repeatedly, causing tears of pain and pleasure to roll down your cheeks. Otto slapped your ass cheek as he picked up the pace and slammed in and out your ass. 

"Fuuuck," you moaned.

"You like us fucking your tight little holes huh?" Norman asked, his hand on your throat while he ruthlessly thrusted upwards into you.

"Yes, I like your cocks in my holes," you moaned.

You were enjoying every minute of this.

"Your little ass is so tight for me Y/N, bet Norman couldn't fuck it like this," Otto said, slapping your ass cheek once more, causing you to moan.

They both picked up their pace even faster, and that familiar knot in your stomach began building up. You began clenching around their cocks which caused them to both hold on to you. Norman kissing your soft lips and Otto sucking on your neck as you convulsed and came all over them. 

None of them stopped however and they both continued thrusting into your holes until Norman's cock twitched and his warm cum coated your walls.

You threw your head back onto Otto's chest but he just pushed your neck into a kiss from Norman and continued thrusting in your ass. He let out a moan as he came inside your ass and collapsed in the chair. 

All that could be heard for a while were your pants and the cars passing by on the busy New York street. 

You sighed in contempt, looking down to see Otto and Norman's cum leaking out of your ass and pussy. You felt filthy and you loved it. 

"Fuck Otto, you lived up to what you've been saying, that was amazing..both of you," you said, Norman stroking your hair. 

"That tight little ass belongs to me now," Otto replied.

"And that warm, tight pussy belongs to me," Norman interjected.

You smiled at the both of them, laying in comfortable silence on Norman's chest. 

Not my gif!

[admrlthundrbolt]

Emperor's New Clothes (Doc Ock x Chubby Reader)

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Dr. Otto Octavius had been called a mad man long before he fused himself with the DNA of a Cephalopod. But to think that they would lock him away and attempt to study him. It was an atrocity, although the new scientist could be just the soft escape he could have only hoped for.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. I got reminded of how much I like Cephalopods while watching the new Auqamam recently. So who better to turn into a ottoman than Doc Ock himself.

Anyways I hope you enjoy.

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It had taken a long time to perfect his hypothesis, but in the end it was well worth it. To become one with the majestic Cephalopod. It was truly a dream, that the government soon turned into a nightmare.

The cell they stuffed him in could hardly be considered humane. On top of the limited water they supplied him with. They should be counting their days as closely as he was. As he chipped away at the cold surface, marking more days than he'd like to think of. He seethe at the thought of revenge and how sweet it would be.

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Cringing as you sipped the burnt break room coffee, you sighed. It was one thing to deal with crappy coffee, but it was a whole other ordeal to be assigned to a dangerous criminal. A man who had experimented on himself. Then made a weapon to turn others into the same being. That was someone you honesty wanted to avoid.

But you were black listed to the worst jobs. This was one thing on the list of many horrible things the company had put you through. All because of an early career mistake. Whoever said let bygones be bygones had never worked for OSCORP.

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Eyes narrowing as he heard the sound of steps coming towards his cell. He slunk into a dark corner and prepared for the next session of prodding.

As you entered the room he was stunned for a moment. You weren't like the usual type lackey they sent to bother him. No, you were much softer. Even with the frown that had settled on your face. He couldn't help finding you enchanting.

This was the rare instance that he didn't question your lack of uniform. He had always found it odd that the people he had dealt with, thus far, didn't have any identifying information. But now as he observed how your clothing fit your body. He preferred the way his eyes could freely roam over you.

The feeling of eyes burning into you was unnerving. You had read the report for your new assignment. A scientist gone mad after splicing himself with the DNA of an Octopus. It was truly a pity, from his earlier research the man was a genius.

His fall from grace was also one of the many nails in the coffin of the former CEO of OSCORP's career. Norman Osborn was a bit to brazen of a figure head for the board to allow him to stay. If only you had known just what kind of company this would turn out to be, before signing the contract that is.

Facing the cell, your heart rate picked up. There was no one in sight. Although as you checked your tablet, you could see there was no sign of an escape. So you decided to try the diplomatic approach. “Hello Dr. Octavius. Would you like to join me for your biometrics this evening?” It did the trick, the man himself slipped out of the shadows. As he did you couldn't help but admire his commanding frame. His barrel chest and feathered hair were quite fetching. Paired with the strength his torso and tentacled bottom displayed, it was no wonder they thought to keep him locked up.

He gave you a smirk at the unusual greeting. Placing his hands against the separation between you. He took in your soft facial features. “Well you're certainly new. What did you have to do to get stuck with me?” He had meant it in jest. Though when a sour look passed over your expression, he realized he had hit a nerve.

“Here to do what I was assigned is all." Your tone had become more terse and professional.

It made him annoyed with himself. He had already made a bad first impression and you hadn't even began. So he stayed silent and followed your instructions.

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Half stomping as you made your way into your home, you huffed. It wasn't enough to be assigned to a mad scientist. But to have him call you out on your first day with him. It made you want to rip your hair out.

Making your way into the kitchen, you made a soothing mug of warm tea. As you went to leave the room, you doubled back and threw a shot of whiskey in it. You rationalize that it was to calm your mind. Though it was really so you could focus on the burn.

It didn't seem to ward off thoughts of the doctor himself however. His large body, towering over you. Not in an overwhelming way. No, more of a show of strength. It was enough to send an unexpected shiver down your spin.

When his current condition was explained to you, you were under the expression that he would be frightening. But as you think back on his imposing image. You can't help the thought of what he could do with the body he possessed now. It would surely be impressive in battle…and other instances.

Shaking the thought from your mind. You decided a warm shower would be a good way to wash the day from your body. Still it seem the good doctor never quite left your imagination for the night.

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The next time you came to his cell, he made an effort to make pleasent conversation. “You look lovely today, Mrs….:

Hiding your face behind a clipboard. It was one thing to fantasize about the criminal you were assigned to. Yet another to hear such things this early in the day from the man himself. “Thank you Doctor. Actually it's Miss (L/N).”

Leaning against the cell, he smirked. It was a wonderful thing to know that you weren't attached, by marriage at least. “Does that mean that I have to guess for a first name then?”

Glancing up at him, it was your turn to smile. “Maybe if your a good boy I'll tell you later.” The satisfaction you got from the surprise on his face was more than you would admit.

Taking a bit to gather his thoughts, while also filing away that moment for later. He chuckled and gripped the seperater a bit tighter. Just another reason to hate this cage he was forced in. But it didn't hurt to have such tempting company.

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He was growing concerned. You hadn't showed up to his cell today. You usually came just after breakfast. Yet here it was already lunch time and there was no sign of you.

As the attendant brought the tray to a slit in the cell, he said. “Where is Miss (L/N)?” He did know your first name now, after behaving enough as you put it. But letting this lacky know that wouldn't be a good idea.

They shrugged, trying to hide how unnerved he made them. “How should I know.” It only took a glance at the glowering Cecaelia for him to rethink that answer. “Look, last I heard one of the higher-ups called her to his office. That's it, I swear.” Then they scuttled away as quick as their legs would take them.

Leaving Otto with a sour feeling in his stomach.

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Frustration coursed through your veins. It was one thing to give you the shit jobs. But to accuse you of not even doing them properly. That was just adding insult to injury.

Opening the door to his containment area, you tried to real in your emotions. Until you came to the realization that he was the only person you felt comfortable with talking about this.

Hearing the door open, he became alert. Seeing it was you, his shoulder finally relaxed. Though as you faced him, he was taken aback by your expression. Anger, fatigue, frustration, relief; they were a mixture that made him unsure what to say. Thankfully you started the conversation.

“They are such assholes.” You didn't even pick up the clipboard. Just slumped against the wall separating the two of you. You make one mistake as a new employee and they hold it over your head for the rest of your career.” With a huff, you leaned your head back and gazed up at him. “Then I meet you, the best thing that ever came out of working for this place.” A soft smile slid onto your full face.

The adoration that was in that smile made his heart swell. Placing a hand against the wall, near you, he said. “That is a wonderful thing to hear darling.” He cherished the flush that colored your plush cheeks. But became confused as you frowned.

Looking away, you spoke in a faint whispered. Almost as if the next thing you were going to say was painful. “They say we've grown to close. They're going to reassign me by the end of the week.” You were surprised by the look of rage that took over his expression.

His tentacles lashed out at the wall between them. Though you weren't scared, even as a hairline crack appeared in one corner. You only sat there and allowed him to gather himself. “This is unacceptable, I won't stand for it.”

Shaking your head, a hollow laugh left your throat. “I don't have a choice. The moment I signed a contract with OSCORP, was the day I signed my life over to them.”

Eyes widening, he came to a realization. That was why they had never worn uniforms around him. He had visited OSCORP many times in the past. That was before they pushed his friend Norman Osborn out of his position as CEO. It all made sense now.

Slithering a tentacle through the tray slot, he wrapped it around your warm hand. “I will take care of this.”

Nodding, you hoped against hope. Enjoying what little time you may have left with him.

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Pacing in front of the door leading to his cell, your shoulders sagged. This was the last day you would spend with him. That you were allowed to at least. You would risk your job to see him again.

Stepping through the entrance, you tried to put on a brave face. Only to stop in your tracks as the door shut behind you. He was nowhere in sight. Panic set in, making your heart hammer in your chest. Had they taken him somewhere, were they hurting him.

Calling out his name, dread grew in the pit of your stomach. Rushing over to the release button, you slammed your palm against it. There had to be a sign of where he had to be. Scrambling into the cell and you searched frantically.

Only to stop as a chuckle rang out from thin air. An unoccupied corner of the room shimmered and revealed Otto. He had a smug look on his face as you brought your hands to your chest. “I didn't know you cared so much.”

Darting to him you smashed your fist into him. It wasn't enough to hurt him, but it help get your frustration out. It was probably the only thing keeping you from crying. “How could you even think that this would be funny.” Glaring up at him, you felt your anger melt away. This could be your last moments with the man you had grown feelings for. Before you could second guess yourself, you seal your lips against his. He took you into his embrace immediately. It was even better than you imagined.

Heavy breathe mingling, he gazed longingly at your soft flush face. Suddenly he took you into his arms, cradling you. He loved the feeling of your plush body upon him. Finding that you fit against him like a puzzle piece. His smile took on a more sinister quality. “Why don't we take this to a more comfortable location.”

Feeling him pull you closer, you settled fully in his grasp. If they thought you a bad employee, why not prove them right. Kissing him once again, you pulled back with a smirk. “Let's get out of here.”

Slipping away into the shadows, you couldn't help but revel in the chaos that followed in your wake.

[dearlawdimasimp]

okay so I finally finished the fic- now this is the first ever fanfic I've written and I will gladly accept constructive criticsm!

"Our darling"

Warnings: i think..none? but uhm..this does talk about depressing stuff- OH and there might be grammar errors, english isn't my first language lmao😭 AND this was not edited, beta'd whatever so im literally just posting this blindly kahdhs 💀

Summary: It was one of those days, where the bed was much more comfortable than anything else and you just feel numb and the two scientists, Norman and Otto, helps you feel better.

(god i suck at this 😭 and noo it aint smut)

Gifs are by @my-starfox

imagine:

having one of those days that you just feel nothing but..numb. You don't want to do anything. you just want to lay there, unmoving, undisturbed by all of the hustling and bustling of the world. staring at the wall or ceiling, head empty. 

but you have to eat, drink, take a bath, clean your room, do the laundry, pick the sock up from the floor, arrange your closet..and yet here you are..on the bed..wrapped like a cocoon by the sheets and staring unblinkingly at the space in front of you.

you hear hushed mumbling at the other side from the other side of the door of your room. familiar voices filling your ears. you panic. you don't want them to see you like this. a fucking mess. a broken vase. you don't want them to see you in such a pathetic state. 

hearing the small creak of the hinges of your door made you close your eyes. maybe if you feign sleeping, they'll leave you alone. 

a soft sigh fills the silent room. you also hear the clinking of..glass? metal? you have a slight clue of what those mean but you didn't ponder too much about it. a gentle thump of metal meeting wood behind you and a waft of something mouth watering confirms your suspicions. 

look at what you did. you made them do work. you made them worry. you should be ashamed of yourself-

your bed dipping behind you made your thoughts halt. two people making themselves known that they are sitting at the other side of your bed. 

"hey, honey.." the voice with a gentle rasp that you have gotten accustomed with ever since they have become your housemates called out to you. you kept your facade, even if you felt a warm tingle from hearing it. not that you hate their guts, it's just that you don't particularly want to bother them more. you don't want to put another burden on their shoulders seeing as they already are carrying too much.

"we know you're awake, darling.." a different voice spoke this time, still familiar though. one that always gives a warm chill down your spine. soft and also a little raspy. their age catching up on their physicality. 

"Norman cooked you your favorite soup." that's why you smelt something delicious when they came in. 

oh how bad you want to turn around, greet and thank them for their efforts and eat Norman's dish. but you're afraid. you're afraid to see tired and disappointed faces, like what you have always seen before. you're afraid that when you eat it your stomach will refuse it and make another mess and embarrass yourself further.

"If you don't want to, it's fine!..maybe just take a sip of water?" Norman suggests as he places his hand on your arm. "for us....please?" the former CEO pleads, a little crack in his voice. 

oh you could imagine the look he is giving to your back right now, that sad, puppy look face and slightly parted lips as his eyes gazes at you oh so softly. 

instead, you shifted and raised your knees to yourself, shoulders pushing inwards as you curled your body. trying to make yourself non-existent as the back of your throat let out a silent, hollow whine. "im fine.." a voice so hoarse and dry and ugly spoke. oh wait..that was yours...

"yet all evidence points towards the opposite of that, dear.." Otto sighs as he lets his fingers trace..shapes? equations? maybe just random squiggles on the broad of your back, the touch sending shivers to your body.

"a small sip of water...that's it. and maybe we could...i dont know....cuddle afterwards?"

it was silent as the proposition hangs in the air. 

you were reminiscing about the late night cuddle sessions you had with the two scientists the past weeks. Otto's warm pudgy bod and Norman's lean and also warm(but not as warm as the squishy scientist) on your sides. you want that feeling again. you really do. 

and so, driven by your last, draining will and...need for cuddles.. you finally turn and face the two men sitting on your bed. You slowly open your eyes as your negative thoughts come back and make you doubt yourself. but all you see are warm smiles and proud glinting from two sets of eyes. 

"there they are..." you felt a gentle squeeze on your leg, you wouldn't have noticed that Norman had placed his hand on your lower limb if he hadn't done that. Otto's hand have also shifted and placed on the crown of your head as he moves strands of your hair that have covered your face. he smiles down at you and kisses your forehead. you close your eyes at the warmth. Norman's gentle caressing on your leg adds to that. 

"c'mon, sit up a little.'' Otto says as he gently lifts you up, you were expecting to just sit up from your lying position on your bed, but it seems that dr. octavious has other plans as he instead settles you down on his lap. with a little help of his actuators you are now sitting sideways on Otto's lap. another whirring of his mechanical limbs made you avert your questioning look from his face to your front and you were met with an actuator holding a glass of water. you mumble a small thanks as you take the glass from the mechanical appendage and take a small sip. the liquid alleviates your sore throat. you drank a little more, now realizing how thirsty you actually were.

as you were drinking you felt their eyes on you, warmth creeping up to your cheeks and the tip of your ears. their attention makes you flustered. and without knowing it, you actually finish the whole glass. " look at you, doing such a fine job! how about a little sip from the soup, hm?" Norman asks as he stands up and walks over to your nightstand, where the tray of a warm-now turning cold- bowl of soup sat. the things on the small table were carefully set aside to make room for the thin rectangular metal.

you looked at the soup, currently being gently stirred by the former green goblin, contemplating whether you should or not. otto takes the glass from your hand as you worriedly gazed at the food. the thought of just barfing up and wasting good food gnaws at your brain. though your stomach had other plans as it rumbled loudly. the sound making you blush and their small chuckles made it intensify. you groan, covering your face in the process and hiding on Otto's chest. 

"you need to eat, sweetie.." you heard Otto speak, his chest rumbling and vibrating on your ear as he spoke. "i know.." was your meek reply. your hands were gently removed from your face and you did not resist, "but...i'm...i don't want to vomit." you voice your concern, keeping your gaze down. you see chubby fingers weave with your own and it makes you smile just a little bit. 

"is that why you're reluctant to eat?" asked Norman as he set down the spoon he used to stir and kneeled down to meet your eyes. you didn't look up to meet his gaze and just bobbed your head up once, you didn't see the silent talk the two scientists had. 

"well, we could.. try? if you feel nauseous after one spoon then we'll find another way to at least fill your empty stomach...okay, honey?" the man in front of you waits patiently for your answer, and lays his hand on top of your's and Otto's. 

you hum in thought, in this situation the phrase 'it wouldn't hurt to try' could backfire pretty easily. things can go south in just a blink of an eye. 

god you hate this. 

you hate having a brain that constantly jumps to conclusions and make-up scenarios that may or may not be possible. these thoughts are what's keeping you to yourself. and you loathe it so much. it keeps you from enjoying and doing stuff. and right now, it is keeping you from eating Norman's delicious soup.

"i guess….yeah, we could..try.." you mumble loud enough for the two men to hear. doubts still clouding your brain, thoughts that disables you from meeting their eyes. 

you didn't see the relief that replaced their worry. it seemed that your lack of reply had them on the edge. "good, good! alright, here.." Norman took the bowl from the tray, once again stirred the food as he held it carefully with one hand and scooped a spoonful of the lukewarm dish. 

"say ahhh~" teases Norman, opening his mouth widely. an action one would do to a toddler. this made you giggle slightly and also earned a chuckle from Otto. you open your mouth and let the scientist feed you. the taste of your favorite soup coats your taste buds as you savor the lean scientist's cooking. it never ceases to amaze you. 

you swallow the glutinous nutrient and wait for your stomach to betray you. the scientists in your room are doing the same. 

but it never came. you felt the substance settle in your stomach instead. this made you a little teary-eyed. it did not come back up and lurch out from your mouth, like what you had expected. this earned praises from both men and softly cheered you on to continue eating. and you did, slowly eating the home cooked meal. if you weren't able to finish the food, it's alright! if you were able to finish the soup, then they would be very proud of you. they'll reward you with tons of kisses and praises for doing amazing! if you were not able to, it is completely fine! they are still proud of you and you're still rewarded by lots and lots of kisses and praises.

After you ate, Norman sets the bowl down back to the tray. Otto's actuator handed him a tissue and he wiped your mouth clean. "i got it, Otto. thank you..." you give him a grateful smile as you take the tissue from his hands. You finally gained the courage to look him in the eyes. they were as soft and caring as ever. the amount of love in his gaze made your heart swell more and you can't help but let a tear fall.

they have been so patient and gentle with you the whole time and it just made you cry in happiness. to have people like them in your life was something you never thought you would be able to have and yet here they are. 

Otto cups your face with his human hand and gently swipes his thumb on your cheek, wiping the tears that fell from your glossy eyes. you lean in to the warm touch of the scientist. "There, there, love." 

"Now, we did promise cuddles." Norman reminds you as he takes off his footwear and climbs on the bed with you two. chuckling, you joke, "and here i thought you'd forgotten about it." making a pouty face to add with your reply. the two laugh at this, "We may look like withering old men, darling, but our minds are as sharp as a blade." Otto comments as he settles you back down the bed and between him and Norman, "Nor is our strength any less weak than when we were young." the latter added with a hint of something suggestive in his tone as he pulls you to him, proving his point. 

blushing furiously, you hid your face on his chest, weakly hitting him in the process with a flustered, "shut up.."

you heard them chortle at your actions. you then feel the soft material of your sheets covering you, peeking out from Norman's chest you see the actuators and Norman pulling it over to cover you three. you then feel Otto snuggle behind you as he drapes his arm over you, Norman doing the same. you three shifted positions until all of you were comfortable. 

a content sigh left your lips as you snuggled between the two. "thank you, so much for this- for everything, Otto, Norman." you look up to them as you mention their name, "i owe you guys big time."

"you owe us absolutely nothing, dear." says Otto as he kisses the crown of your head. "this is the least that we could do for you, love. and know that we'll always be here for you. no matter what." Norman adds with a gentle squeeze on your side. 

"you're not alone, our darling." "we'll always be by your side." 

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i really hope you guys enjoyed that kajsjsj like i've said, pls feel free to leave comments and suggestions!!😭🤲🤲 thank you for reading and have a nice day/night!!💞💞

[doopdevil]

I have to say this how would Otto react to reader having Venom (the character) with her/him/them?

sinister 5 villains x g.n.!reader | s/o with venom symbiote hcs

MASTERLIST

warnings: cursing ; venom eating people

pairings: otto octavius x gender neutral!reader ; max dillon x gender neutral!reader ; norman osborn x gender neutral!reader

word count: 1,376

summary: it’s time to let the man you love know about another person in your relationship. Or rather, alien.

a/n: venom is an icon. i forgot to add them to my masterlist but i do accept rqs for venom and eddie, so when rqs open again, feel free to send one in! I hope you like this, thanks for reading! <3

OTTO

As much as he loved you, Otto had to admit that your behavior at the beginning of your relationship strook him as peculiar. At first he thought you were just one of those people who talks to themselves. But then it would seem you were referring to some invisible presence in the room.

“Don’t say that. You know I don’t like it when you eat people!”

To say he was worried was an understatement.

“Dear? Who are you talking to?”

“Uh,” you mumbled, “I’m using bluetooth! Yeah!”

“Why the hell are you talking to a cannibal?”

Once you and Otto had established a strong foundation of trust between each other, you decided it was time to tell him the truth. Of course, there was no easy way of telling your boyfriend you had bonded with an extraterrestrial symbiotic organism that likes tater tots.

“Otto. You know how like, aliens are a thing?”

“Ah yes, Peter’s mentioned several invasions. Why?”

“...There’s someone you should meet.”

Before he could inquire upon your strange behavior, hell broke loose.

“Hello, Y/N’s boyfriend,” a deep voice growled, coming from an obsidian ooze forming from your shoulder.

“WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS THAT-” The man jumped, his metal tentacles on high alert, whirring protectively at the sight.

“Otto, it’s alright. This is Venom. Venom, please stop baring your teeth like that, you’re scaring him.”

“Sorry. I was trying to smile.”

It was a pretty big adjustment to say the least. The shock took a while to wear off, considering that learning about your s/o’s alien symbiotic relationship can be a tad absurd. Once he had managed to compose himself, he certainly had a lot of questions.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to freak you out, I really like being with you, Otto. I just feel comfortable sharing this part of me with you now. I’m sorry, I know this is a lot to handle,” you frowned, averting your gaze from him.

“Well, I definitely didn’t anticipate this,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “How does this relationship between you two work, exactly?”

You continued to explain how you and Venom operated, giving him the gist on the Klyntar; other people with symbiotes; your powers; Venom himself, and the important note that you two work together equally.

“So I’m in a relationship with you and your alien?”

“Only if you want to be! Venom likes you a lot, actually.”

The two of you had talked for hours, Otto’s confusion eventually evolving into intrigue. His scientific side had been incredibly excited at the prospect of meeting life from space, especially one as unique as Venom.

“How would you like to talk with Venom for a bit?”

“As if this situation could get any stranger. Sure, where is the parasite?”

“That’s incredibly offensive!” Venom snarled.

“V! Don’t be mean, he didn’t know!”

“Uh. Apologies - Venom, is it?”

“Yes. We are Venom.”

“It’s… nice to meet you,” Otto said, hesitantly reaching his hand out to shake. Suddenly a dark slimy arm formed from yours, grasping his hand tightly.

“Thank you for your hand,” Venom replied, “...But why are you giving it to me?”

At first, things were turbulent between the two. Frequently, Otto would find himself annoyed by the alien’s brash nature.

“Venom, please don’t be so messy when you’re here. You’re destroying the carpet.”

“I’M JUST TRYING TO EAT, TENTACLE MAN-”

Despite their differences they eventually grew close, Otto joining you in teaching him about human life. He had to admit, living with an alien could be amusing. And Venom in return would answer all of Otto’s scientific questions; even begrudgingly letting him analyze a sample of him. With time, the three of you became quite the trio, Otto learning to love Venom as much as you did.

“I made us dinner,” Venom boomed. To your surprise, it looked edible. One could actually consider what laid on the table to be food.

“Venom, this is wonderful!” You grinned, taking a seat in front of Otto.

Otto couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. Venom more and more began to show Otto his caring side, and he truly appreciated the fun Venom would bring.

MAX

You had luckily told Max before you started dating, back when you were close friends. The only people you’d tell about Venom were those you trusted the most, and Max was quickly ascending to the top of the list. He met you at your apartment when you broke the news to him.

“Max. I’m bonded with an alien symbiote named Venom. I’m his host. I turn into him and sometimes we fight crime and sometimes we cause it. He’s very big and scary but also kind of sweet.” you rambled on, anxious to see his reaction.

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not a joke!” The symbiote shouted, suddenly defensive.

“OH.” Max replied simply, eyes widening at your form slowly transforming into Venom.

“...Wow. You’re big, huh?” His eyes were still wide, his voice stuttering, taking in the imposing creature.

“Yes. We are quite tall.”

“And you’re an alien?” Max asked, Venom replying with a nod.

“Holy shit!” He laughed, “This is awesome!”

Max assured you that he’d keep Venom a secret. All in all, it didn’t seem that crazy. The multiverse existed. Magic was a thing. He had electric powers. Who’s to say you couldn’t bond with an alien?

Before you started dating, Venom would be your number 1 wingman.

“Get Max red velvet cupcakes. I think they’re his favorite.”

“Max is really cool. We, are really cool. We’re perfect for each other!” Venom proclaimed proudly.

After you and Max shared a particularly electric first kiss, before you could give him another, you were interrupted.

“Wow Max! You are an excellent kisser!” Venom shouted.

“VENOM-”

Venom and Max got along incredibly well. He would warm up to Venom quickly, asking him questions and gushing over how cool he was. Venom absolutely loved the attention.

“At least Max appreciates me!”

“I do appreciate you, Venom. But I can’t be your personal chef right now.”

“Is everything okay?” Max asked, popping his head into the room.

“Venom’s hangry.”

“Oh. I’ll go put some tater tots in the oven.”

If anyone is ever rude to Max, just like how people could be before he turned into Electro, both you and Venom are livid.

“I know I say not to eat people. But maybe you should eat that asshole!” You snapped angrily.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Venom grinned, pouncing towards his next meal.

You, Max, and Venom were attached to the hip. With his electricity and your alien symbiote, you’re unstoppable.

NORMAN

Norman isn’t one to judge. He has an evil alter ego with super strength and murderous tendencies. It seemed he wasn’t the only one with another voice inside his head. Of course he was a bit shocked, but in truth, he was mostly excited. He was meeting an alien!

“Incredible. The alien can speak! How did it come to Earth? What does he eat? Is he-”

“The alien can hear you,” Venom interrupted, his ooze masking your figure.

“Hello, there. You’re quite something, aren’t you?” Norman chuckled, despite being more than a bit intimidated by Venom's form.

“...Y/N said you’d pester me.” Venom sighed.

If you ever encounter conflict with Venom, Norman is quick to sympathize. He knows how hard it can be, trying to balance two entirely different trains of thought.

“Venom. Y/N is right. Please don’t eat the mailman,” Norman pleaded. “In fact, eat the chicken in the fridge instead. Once you’re done, could you give Y/N a break? They’re quite tired.”

“Fine.”

Although he knows not to anger Venom, the goblin doesn’t necessarily understand that. Sometimes the two will clash and inevitably, chaos will ensue.

“We could rule the world together, Venom. You, me and Y/N can do anything with our minds put together!” The goblin cackled.

“I’M TRYING TO LISTEN TO ENYA. LEAVE NOW, GOBLIN MAN,” Venom roared, his patience wearing thin with the super-villain.

But he tolerates Norman. Venom is a bit annoyed by his constant scientific questions and prodding, but he appreciates Norman’s quiet demeanor.

“Venom, may I take another sample? Please-”

“No.”

“Please?”

“If Y/N weren’t here, I definitely would’ve eaten you by now.

[schiz0ne]

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