#norman osborn x reader smut

[greengoblinswifey]

𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓵 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

➳ Key: fluff=❤️, angst=💔, smut=💦, sexual themes=🍒

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Norman Osborn/Green Goblin

Release 💦

Bred by Norman 💦

Forever Bound 💔💦

Gentle Norman ❤️💦

Sub!Norman 💦

Sub!Green Goblin 💦

Anything They Need 💦

His Angel 💔❤️💦

Better Than His Hand 💦

Marry Me ❤️💦

Green Goblin Headcanons ❤️🍒

His Cherry 💦

His Assistant 💦💔

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Bucky Barnes

Silken Punishment 💔💦❤️

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Dr. Strange

You Deserve To Be Here 💔❤️💦

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Hi 👋 I’ve got an idea for Norman Osborn where the female reader is Peter’s cousin or sister and he meets her at the Thanksgiving dinner and they get to know each other and he offers to drive her home and it ends in smut. If that is something you are into. Thank you 😊

I like this idea!!!

What I’m thankful for

Warnings: fluff and smut

Y/n was waiting for her brother to arrive for the Thanksgiving dinner

She was helping Aunt May with bringing food out

“I hope my father shows up soon” Harry Osborn says to MJ who was focused on where Peter could possibly be at

Norman entered the house that Harry and Peter were sharing and had a present for Y/n since they haven’t met yet

Harry approached his father and MJ followed along so she could meet his father

Y/n and Aunt May were finally done with putting food out and May walked over towards Norman

Norman makes eye contact with Y/n and felt intrigued by her

She blushes since she really looked up to him and is always intrigued by whatever is going on in Oscorp and cause she has a crush on him as well

“Excuse me Harry and MJ, but I’d like to talk to who I can only assume is Y/n” everyone starts to look at her

She looks away and felt like running away

Aunt May did say a special guest was coming, but never told Y/n who it actually was

Harry and MJ move to the table and sat down

May backs up as Norman approaches Y/n

Once he was close enough he introduced himself

“And I’m assuming your Peter’s sister. Y/n, right?” Norman asked her and she just shook her head

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you and how you’re a fan of my work. Didn’t know a beauty like you would like my work” he flirts which makes her face go completely red

“Oh well what can I say I get invested in very interesting subjects I suppose” she says with a low tone

“Maybe I should invite you to Oscorp one day… maybe I could get you a job there. But before we get too distracted on that conversation I bought you something” he says and then hands her the gift

She takes it and then smiles

“That’s very kind of you Mr Osborn” she says with her smile staying on her face

“Please just call me Norman honey” he says which makes her scream internally by the nickname he had just given her

“Father can you please stop flirting with Peter’s sister?” Harry asked almost in an annoyed tone

Norman looks at his son

Y/n had gone to sit down across from Harry

Aunt May tagged along and sat next to her

“I think he likes you Y/n” Aunt May whispered to her which makes Y/n look at her present

“Maybe” Y/n says as Norman was telling Harry how he should let his father be happy for him since Y/n really likes him

Norman now goes to sit next to Y/n

She looks at him and he looks at her

“Can I open this now?” She asked him and he nods his head

Y/n’s  attention was now on the present

“Where is Peter at?” May asked as Y/n continued to open the present

They all (except for Y/n and Norman) had went to check Peter’s bedroom

Once she was finished unwrapping it, there was a note on it

‘I thought this would suit you’ signed by Norman

She takes the note off and then opens the box

Inside of it was a Green Goblin mask

“What…?” She says and looks at him

She hears them coming back, so she closes the box

“He’s not here” May says which makes Norman worried about him

“I hope he’s okay” Norman says and Y/n nods her head in agreement

“Well on a different topic what did my father get you Y/n?” Harry asked which makes her bite the inside of her cheek

“I got her a necklace that she doesn’t want to put on right now since she thinks it’ll be rude to show it off” Norman says which makes Harry confused

“You wouldn’t mind if Y/n showed off her necklace right MJ?” Harry asked his girlfriend

“I wouldn’t mind at all” MJ says and Y/n didn’t know what to say

“She’ll show you later, right Y/n?” Norman asked her

Y/n nods her head as Peter enters the house finally

She looks at her brother and immediately gets up to hug him

“I was so worried about you Pete!” She says as she continues to hug her little brother

Norman had gotten up too and was standing next to Y/n

“Well I see you two have finally met” Peter says which makes Y/n look at Norman

Norman looks at her and now he was grinning

Green Goblin had taken over for a hot second since he wanted her

“Is there something I missed?” Peter asked the two of them which makes them both look back at him

“Nope!” Y/n says and then goes back to sit down

Norman sits down too

Peter had sat next to Aunt May

They had said Grace and then started to eat

Y/n was chatting with Norman until May asked Peter what happened to his wrist

That caught both of their attention especially Norman’s

Peter told Aunt May what was the cause of it

Y/n knew Peter was lying especially since she was watching the news before everyone arrived

“I have to go…” she says and then stood up

“Same. I got a lot of work to do” Norman says as he stands up

“Oh okay” May says as Y/n goes to the elevator

Norman followed along

Whilst they were going down the elevator, Norman looks at her

“What do I do? My bother is Spiderman” she asked him and then looks at him

“Show him who’s the better sibling. He has powers while your over here powerless” Green Goblin had gotten into the light now

“Haven’t you ever been jealous of him?” Goblin asked her and she nods her head

“Well now’s the time to get your revenge” Goblin continues once the elevator doors open

Y/n never wanted to hurt her brother, but she was really considering it for the man she likes

“Will you give me time to think about it?” He smiles and nods his head as they stepped out of the elevator

Once they we’re out of the elevator Norman had come back to the light and asked her if she needed a ride home

“I do actually” he smiles and now they were both walking out of the house

His ride was waiting for him at the front of the house

Once he was in front of the limo, he opens the door for her

“Thanks Norman” she says as she enters the car

 She sat down and once Norman was in he closed the door and then sat next to her

Y/n was looking at him and now his hand was on her thigh

His hand tightened on her thigh which makes her feel wet

“Fuck me” she muttered but of course Norman heard her

“I’ll fuck you hard Y/n” he says and then moves the box from her lap and then kisses her roughly on the lips

A moan escapes her mouth and he quickly pulls apart afterwards

“But you’ll have to wait until we get to your house” Norman says and then she tells the driver where she lives

Once they’ve arrived to her house, Norman had opened the door for her after he had gotten out first

“Thank you sir” she says which makes him smirk

She gets out of the limo and Norman wasted no time to let her get fully out since he had picked her up bridal style and his lips were on hers

The limo almost went off once the driver had noticed she had left her box in there

He rolls down his window and turns to face her not knowing their was a make out session going on with her and Norman

The driver quickly looks away because he didn’t want to upset Norman

“Um ma’am you left your box in here” The driver starts which makes her and Norman pull  apart 

“Oh oops” she says as Norman puts her back down and she opens the door to get it

luckily it wasn’t too far from the door, so she reaches to get it

once the box was back in her hands she shuts the door and then looks back at Norman

“Sorry” she says which makes him smile and say ‘no need to apologize sweetheart.’

She goes to her door and he follows along 

She gets her keys from her pocket and then unlocked the door

Once she was inside, she gets picked up again by Norman

He places the box down on the tiled floor and now he was more focused on her

“Where’s your room at?” he asked her and she said to the right 

there was a hallway that lead to her room which is where Norman took her right away

Once they were in her room, she was placed down onto her bed and he starts to strip

She starts stripping as well 

This didn’t feel real to her since she’s dreamt about this day ever since she started to hear about him

Once she was naked, she starts touching herself which makes him stare at her once he was fully naked

Her head rolls back and her eyes were at the back of her head already

“Norman” She moans out and he couldn’t take it anymore

“Stop” he orders which makes her stop and take her finger out of her pussy

“Let daddy take care of you honey” he says which makes her smile

He gets onto the bed and then comes onto her

Their lips connect and his cock goes in her whilst they kiss 

Her lips left his lips once his cock was inside of her

“Fuck” she moans and he grins as he starts to thrust 

Y/n’s hands go onto his back and his hands go onto the sheets

Goblin had came into the light now which makes him start going faster and hitting her sensitive spots

Her head rolls back and she continues to moan and she also felt like she was on a  different planet now

“Such a good girl for daddy” Goblin says which makes her smirk for a second 

“Only for you sir” she says and then moans which makes him smirk

“You’ll look so hot in the suit. We’ll be matching and both taking on Spiderman’ Goblin says and she felt her walls clenching around his cock already

“You’ll be my partner in crime quite literally” he says as she came all over his cock now

Goblin grins and continues to thrust into her pussy which makes the cum go out of her and onto the bed

“Goblin” she moans which makes him continue to grin 

“Louder” he orders and then she says his name louder

“Good girl” he praises and then kisses her on the lips as he continues to fuck her 

He felt his orgasm coming now which makes him moan her name

He came now filling her up and also letting Norman in the light

He pulls out and then lays down next to her 

they were both sweating and just a mess because of the cum being everywhere

They just started to lay there in silence which neither of them minded at all

“Wait... that would mean I’d have to kill my brother...” she says breaking the silence

“Yep! Also think about it, he gets all the attention while you are sat here without any powers  and any fame. This will give you that” he says which makes her smile

“I’ll do it. We’ll kill him, but let me be the one to do it since he’s my brother I’ll be able to manipulate him better since I know him better” He smirks and then faces his body towards her

She faces her body towards him and she kisses him on the lips

He returns the kiss with a smile now on his face

Once they pulled apart he realizes how much he really likes her 

And if Peter kills her... Well let’s just say things won’t end well for Peter

note: Sorry this took so long to post! I hope you enjoy it!

[jakegyllenbaalz]

james franko as harry osborn (spider-man, 2002)

[ddejavvu]

pairing: norman osborn x reader | green goblin x reader

summary: the green goblin takes control at the most inconvenient of times.

cw: smut, minors dni, afab!reader, dubcon (personality switching mid-fuck), possessiveness, don't like don't read.

Norman, past the well of viciousness that had filled after his wife's passing, is a gentle lover. He'd been angry, bitter once, but finding love again has softened his jagged edges that he'd so deliberately sharpened. It's why the hair on the back of your neck raises when his hands suddenly clamp down with bruising force on your hips where they'd been loosely anchored before.

"Norman?" You call, your fingers pressing helplessly against the sweat-soaked temple of your boyfriend. As much as you want to press your fingertips to his brain matter, suck out the poison that lingers there, you can't. It's lodged inside of his head with barbed wire, and it's electrified now.

"Norman isn't here," It's your lover's voice, but more empty, bitter. It sings to you, the tones deceptively cheery, "You know who I am."

You don't respond, and a prying hand splits your jaw open, heavy fingers pressing down on your tongue where it lies inside.

"Say my name," He croons, "Say it, you know who I am, say my name."

You try, you really do, but Green Goblin is a mouthful even when there aren't long, thick fingers pressing on your tongue. Still, he accepts your answer, withdrawing his fingers and croaking out a thick, dark, "Good."

"I want Norman back," You plead, begging for mercy.

No mercy is granted.

"He's an old man," That same twisted, sadistic voice laughs, so far from Norman's own warmth, "He has to take breaks between rounds, honey. Recuperate, take a breather. But he wants to come out."

"I can hear him," the goblin laughs, pain his pleasure, distress his elation as he hovers over you, "I can feel him. He's begging to come out. He wants back at your sweet pussy," He coos in faux sympathy, "But it's my turn now. Let me see it, honey."

You do as you're told.

You don't have to; if you wanted to refuse, he'd do it himself. There's no reason for you to obey except- well, except because you want to. Because the look in Not-Norman's eyes, dark and lit up all at once, an eclipse of his psyche, sends a thrill down your spine.

"Oh," the goblin hums, tutting thoughtfully as he looks at your cunt. He's kneeling near your thighs now, no longer on top of you so that he can inspect the glistening mess between your thighs.

"He got you wet," Green Goblin muses, thumbing at the outer curve of your slit, watching as your tensed muscles nearly spasm at his touch, "But I can get you wetter, sweetheart."

[theaawalker]

His Little Lamb [ HARRY OSBORN ]

chapter I. meeting

Pairing: Harry Osborn x Demetra Jones Series: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 Song Inspo: Perfect by One Direction Word Count: 1,001 Summary: Demetria Jones is your classic model citizen. Smart, helpful, organized, sophisticated, and above all innocent. But that changes when she gets a new boss, Harry Osborn. She's not looking for trouble, but that might be what she's in for. Unless, maybe, she can change Harry... that is, if he doesn't change her first. Warnings: mentions of family death Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

I thankfully made it to the meeting on time. Taking my seat in the far-off row to the right, I took out my work tools and set them out accordingly on the meeting table. It was so weird being back here after Mr. Osborn's death. Ever since the tragedy we've all taken some time to 'mourn.' But, to be honest, I'd rather much be at my job, working it off, than off partying at a club or sulking at home over my deceased boss.

        As the board room started to fill up, I started to get nervous. At any time my new boss could come through the door, and I hate not knowing when. Based on the news, Norman's son, Harry Osborn, will be taking over as CEO of Oscorp. My feelings are still undecided, but I have this ache in my gut that says he's trouble. I spent all night doing research on him, and apparently, his father shipped him to boarding school at eleven and since he's gotten out he's been nothing but a modeling playboy.

        If this is true, then I've got my hands full here.

        I checked my watch; he was two-minutes late. Everyone else was there but him, even Menken, who would be sitting on his right at the end of the table. I've never been late for anything, so I'm not impressed. Finally, in walked a young man with a brown comb-over, blue eyes that were lit up like reflecting marbles, pointy ears, and pale skin that matched his pink lips. To fit his appearance, he was also acquiring a dark blue suit, grey vest, and a brown tie. As he took his seat at the beginning of the table, I wondered how one guy can pull off so many colors. Then I remembered he was with a model.

        This was him, this was Harry Osborn.

        "Harry," Menken started once Harry was seated, "OsCorp's been under intense public scrutiny in the wake of Dr. Connor's recent uh... breach of trust."

        Harry twirled some kind of drive in his hand as he replied. "You mean people are pissed off cause he tried to turn everyone in New York City into giant lizards."

        Menken paused, as if he was about to disagree but changed his mind. "Given that...all the animal hybrid programs he was involved in were destroyed to restore investor confidence."

        "Ah, that is the Osborn way." Harry spun his chair to face Menken. "Whatever's inconvenient around, here just get rid of it, right?"

        Still, Menken pushed, "Much of that scrutiny may fall on you now. We felt that plausible deniability was your best option."

        "Sure, sure. I get it." The young CEO looked at the drive again. "Twenty-year-old kid, two hundred billion-dollar company. What was Dad thinking? I mean, you're all lawyers, right?" He looked around the room, earning awkward looks. "Surely someone must have questioned his sanity in the end." This time he was speaking indirectly to Menken, and everyone knew it. "Someone must have thought about having him declared legally incompetent, it would have made this conversation a lot easier..."

        "Harry..." Menken started but was quickly interrupted.

        "It's Mr. Osborn." Harry sternly corrected him. "We're not friends." I didn't have to be near them to know they were giving each other hateful looks. I scooted closer to get a better look at their expressions, and, with my entwined fingers, accidentally knock my pen off the table. 

        'Dang!' I internally said. I slowly lowered my head in a pathetic attempt to cover it up. A cold, lasting ache echoes through my stomach as I feel eyes from all directions fall on me. I hoped they'd be professional and just carry on, but, of course, that wasn't the case. 

        "Hi," Harry's voice sang. I looked up and there, sitting in the first chair, was my future boss. He stared into my eyes with a smile that only grows when he sees all of my face. I was wearing my glasses, so I could only imagine how nerdy I looked. "You were my father's economic analyst, right?"

        "Mm-hmm." I nod.

        "What's your name?" He asked, using a not soft but low tone. Almost like a snake talking to its prey.

        "Demetria," I replied, refusing to speak back in the same tone.

        "Demetria..." he repeated. And what came next, made my heart skip a beat. "From now on, everybody at this table works for Demetria, because Demetria works for me. Would anyone like to speak up?" An uncomfortable silence spread around the board room table. "Well, good. Then you can all keep your jobs a little longer."

        Just then, a man, I'm guessing his butler, entered to speak to Harry. They were whispering and were hard to hear from my distance. But by the look on Harry's face, it wasn't something he had expected. I sensed a bit of remorse, and even sadness, in his face. 

        To mask it, he returned the topic to me. "Demetria, I want to see every file on this list. Every single one." Harry got up and followed the butler out of the room. And just like that, he was gone.

| EARLIER THAT WEEK |

        I had had such a rough morning, which is a rare thing for me. Usually, I'm fresh and ready to tackle the day. But today was different, my boss, Norman Osborn, was dead. He was actually my idol growing up. I always saw him as like a king of a castle, and I suppose I was lucky enough to work in it while he was alive.

        But now that he's gone, things are gonna be different around Oscorp. There is no doubt in my mind walking through those doors is gonna become a burden in a matter of weeks.

        Just as I neared the elevators, and spotted an open one, I bumped into Alistair Smythe the douchebag, making my shoulder bag slip from my grasp and onto the floor. "Watch it, Jonesy!" He scolded. I was quick to pick up the stray papers and skidded to the elevator. "Oh, hold that!" To my surprise, someone holds the elevator doors open for me. "Thank you, you're a gentleman. Most people would have just let the doors close."

        "Yeah, well, most people don't notice other people." He said, which I found very true.

        "What floor, please?" K.A.R.I, the automated elevator system, requested.

 

        "Um, sixty-three..."

        "I got it," said the stranger. "What is it?"

        "Uh, sixty-three," I told him, which he repeated to K.A.R.I. 

        "Thank you," I said once again.

        I thought that was gonna be the end of our discussion, but he bickered on. "Um...I'm uh...Max. Max Dillon."

        "I'm Demetria. Nice to meet you." I said as our eyes met.

        "Nice to meet you." He replied uneasily. I could tell he wasn't used to attention.

        "Is it your birthday?" I referred to the flyer in Max's hand.

        "Oh, yeah! Well, I...a friend of mine made this flyer. I'm having a birthday party in a big club, a lot of celebrities." It didn't take a trigonometry major to know he was fibbing.

        But, out of pity, I played along. "Wow."

        "I would like to invite you, it's just that the guest list is closed." I doubted that completely.

        "Oh, got it. Well, thank you, anyway." I see Max notices the news on the elevator monitor about Spider-Man saving people from a fire. I'm personally not a big fan, but admire his heroism and watch as well.

        "It must be cool, huh?" He commented. "To have the whole world look at you like that. You know, Spider-Man saved my life one time. Out of all the people in the whole city, he saved me." He put a hand to his chest as if honored. "He said he needed me."

        "Sounds like a nice guy." I've never met Spider-Man before because I prefer not to get involved with complicated situations. But I doubt I'll need saving anytime soon. I mean, it's not like I'm in danger... at least not anymore.

        "Floor sixty-three," K.A.R.I announces just as the elevator stops and the doors open.

        "Oh, it was nice to meet you, Max." I give him one last glance before stepping out of the elevator and heading down the hall to the board room.

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[hardchoicespod]

How good do Spider-Man villains bang?

[We're not talking about hotness. This is only about what they bring to the bedroom]

Norman Osborn is a shit f*ck. FINDOM THIS DOOFUS 🤑🤑🤑 Unless you want to hear that screechy ass Green Goblin voice. You want to hear him tell you hard he's gonna nut in that voice?

2. Doctor Octopus? WHAT A F*CKING ROMANTIC! LOOK AT THAT FACE! Do you not think he brings flowers??? Man has trained each limb to make you scream in a different way.

3. J. Jonah Jameson. Not technically a villain, but like, don't you want to fuck this absolute smug asshole bastard? LEAVE THE CIGAR LIT, BABYEEEEE

4. Venom is the ultimate goo husband and will love you and keep you safe and eat pop-tarts with you at 3am, but also, he got that tooooongue 👅👅👅

5. Mephisto is gonna make you think he's f*cking you and then suddenly, from the mists of this incredible performance of raw sexual power, he appears and then does a comedy 💦 on you because motherf*cker can't resist. Do you want this dude to nut on your tits and then laugh at his own dumbf*ck genius?

6. Rhino is a problem. Look, is the dick trapped in the suit or not? If this is hardcore chastity play, okay. Okay, we can fuck like that Rhino. But don't you want this weirdo to just cut loose and pound you so hard the neighbors call your super? HE IS A FULL TIME FURRY AND ALSO DOES CRIMES! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!?! Find out about that dick situation first tho, probably.

You want more lovingly horny takes about these dorks? listen to Hard Choices 26 - Spider-Man and get all the boners you can possibly handle. Episode description? Babe, I got you.

We all know that with great power comes great responsibility. You know what else comes with great power? Us when we think about Spider-Man! It's not just Peter Parker who makes our web-shooters go thwip, either; he's got a huge cast of friends, foes, and supporting characters to suit every taste, from monsterfucks like Venom, to adorable loser fucks like The Shocker, to the jackpot herself, Mary Jane. This episode, your friendly neighborhood MeganBob pushes DEEP into the Spiderverse to find the median, the zenith, and the nadir of its fuckability, all with the help of: The Amazing Annie Craton! The Spectacular James D'Amato! And Dan Mulkerin from an alternate reality where he never lost his Captain Universe powers! IN THIS ISSUE: Dan single-handedly promotes Tombstone from D-tier to Daddy-tier MeganBob discovers the only bad way to listen to "The Cruel Angel's Thesis" Annie lets Carnage's gooey appeal blind her to his, you know, everything else And James finally takes a public stance on whether eating boys is wrong!

Is this podcast safe for work? F*ck no it isn't. Is this going to make you laugh so hard you snort a cheeto? Yeah, probably. Jump to anywhere in the episode for takes that will make you go "Ya'll need god."

Big Sloppy Kisses, Hard Choices 💋🍆

Which spidey character's are your top three f*cks? We won't tell.

[gingiesworld]

Blurred Lines

Requested

CEO Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Strap On (Wanda Receiving) Fingering (Wanda Receiving)

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic

AN: In memory of our fave Friends actor, Matthew Perry. The guy who brought us all to laughter with the best character ever. RIP Matthew Perry you awesome legend.

Word Count: 2.9k

18+ MINORS DNI

Maximoff Industries, run by the most respected woman in all of New York, of course her recent divorce was publicized and her children were also thrown into the limelight, which made having a private life extremely difficult for her and her family. But one thing she never expected to happen was meeting her secretary's room mate and best friend.

"Who is this?" Wanda asked as she spotted the taller woman standing beside Natasha.

"This is Y/N, my bestie." Nat smiled as she introduced the two.

"It's nice to meet you." Y/N held her hand out for the brunette to shake. "You also look better as a brunette, the red didn't suit you."

"Thank you." Wanda smiled as she shook her hand. "It was my ex who preferred the red."

"Well, he is clearly stupid." Y/N smiled as Nat watched the two. "I have to go back to work." She told them both with a smile, Wanda watched as Y/N disappeared down the hall, biting her lip before she turned to Nat.

"Does she work here?" Wanda asked her as Nat shook her head.

"She had an interview with Peggy in Finances for the assistant supervisor." Nat informed her.

"Can you ask Peggy to see me in my office please." Wanda told her. "Immediately." She entered her office, only waiting a moment before there was a knock on her door.

"You wanted to see me ma'am?" Peggy spoke as she opened the door.

"The interviews from today, who is the highest contender?" Wanda asked as she looked over the schedule she had received.

"There are two who would be extremely beneficial to the company." She started. "Pepper Potts, she is fresh from being Tony Stark's assistant." Wanda shook her head no. "And there is Y/N Y/L/N, she worked closely with Norman Osborn at Oscorp."

"Y/L/N is the obvious option." Wanda stated. "Hire her." She told her as she didn't want to hire her ex brother-in-law's assistant. So the following Monday, Y/N had carpooled with Nat to work, and the two made their way up to Wanda's office. Y/N sat waiting for Ms Maximoff to arrive as Nat started to get to work, sorting through Wanda's schedule for the day.

"Y/N, follow me." Wanda told her as she walked past the two. Y/N was fast on her heels, closing the office door behind her. "I will need you to fill out these forms for me, give Nat your I.D. so she can make photocopies for our company files." Y/N nodded as Wanda spoke. "Also, you and I will be working closely together as you will soon be taking over for Miss Carter, she is retiring soon and I need a fully qualified CFO."

"Yes ma'am." Y/N nodded as she took the forms from her hands.

"I will need the forms back at the end of the day." She told her. "And please call me Wanda."

"Of course Wanda." Y/N smiled as she gazed at Wanda intensely before leaving. Wanda couldn't understand the way she made her feel. She had never really looked at another woman like this before, she didn't even know it was possible since she was forced to marry her Ex by her parents or they would have disowned her. Of course with their passing, she had built up the courage to get out of her marriage as she ran the family business.

As the days turned to weeks, Wanda found herself working late on some days, Y/N was always the one who stayed with her, working on strategy plans to keep some of the company deals that they were at risk of losing.

"Do you want a drink?" Wanda asked Y/N who only hummed a quiet yes, going over the information she had before her eyes.

"I think we need to let go of some employees." Y/N told her. "Cut back by one or two in each department. We can split the work between the remaining employees accordingly."

"I don't want to talk about that right now." Wanda groaned as she took a seat beside Y/N, handing her a glass of bourbon.

"I didn't know you were a hard spirit kind of woman." Y/N teased her, watching as Wanda leaned on the back of the sofa. Observing Y/N's movements as she came up with a viable strategy for the company's future.

"How are you single?" Wanda questioned as she watched Y/N intently, the pen between her teeth as she turned to meet Wanda's gaze.

"I guess I never really found the one." Y/N shrugged. "My ex hated my dedication to my previous job, so she left me. Well, I caught her with my old friend."

"I'm sorry that happened to you." Wanda spoke softly as Y/N shrugged.

"It's ok." She smiled as she sipped her drink. "Love isn't for everyone."

"I think it is." Wanda spoke as she placed her glass down. "There is someone out there for each of us, it's just that we don't usually see what's right in front of us."

"And what do you see?" Y/N asked as Wanda inhaled deeply.

"You." She spoke as Y/N's eyes darkened as she gazed at Wanda's flushed chest, rising and falling rapidly. "A woman with strong arms and anyone would be lucky to have you. To just be in your embrace for the rest of their life."

"Is that what you want?" Y/N asked as she leaned in slightly.

"I don't know what I want." Wanda whispered, her underwear becoming damp with her arousal. "But I know what I need." With that she closed the gap, taking Y/N's lips on her own, her hands resting on Y/N's shoulders as she moved to straddle Y/N's lap. Her hands instantly held Wanda's waist before her hands ventured up her spine, holding her close as the kiss deepened. Neither of them were drunk enough for this to be known as a drunken mistake, all they both knew was they needed each other.

Y/N lay Wanda down on the sofa, unbuttoning her blouse as she kissed her passionately, their tongues dancing together as Y/N took all control. Wanda became a panting mess as Y/N's hand ventured under her skirt, pushing her underwear aside as her fingers ran through her folds, collecting the arousal before she made tentative movements on her clit.

"Fuck." Wanda gasped as Y/N moved her kisses down, taking a nipple in her mouth as Wanda arched her back, needing more than she was getting at this moment. "More. Please." She whined. "I need more."

Y/N complied as she plunged two fingers deep inside her, watching how Wanda's face changed due to the pleasure she was receiving. Y/N's name falling from her lips as she came undone, a panting mess as she soon calmed down.

"You taste so fine." Y/N smiled as she pulled her fingers from her mouth before kissing Wanda hard.

The next day, the two needed to set boundaries, so that was what they had done in the privacy of Wanda's office.

"We can't be anything more." Wanda told her as she sat in her chair. "I've just gotten through a messy divorce and I have two boys."

"I can be mature and just have fun Wanda." Y/N smirked as Wanda chuckled. "Besides, I am not going to blur the lines, I can keep my emotions in check."

Well, the two of them thought that was the case as what started out as quickies in the office turned into Wanda staying over at Y/N's and sneaking out before Nat woke up.

"We can't keep doing this." Wanda whispered as Y/N locked the office door before approaching her. A solemn look on her face at the realisation of the feelings the two share.

"Wanda." She started as she took Wanda's hands on her own. "We can do this." She held them close to her chest as Wanda closed her eyes, allowing Y/N to pull her closer. "I don't care that you have children or an ex husband. I know I will always be third."

"Second." Wanda corrected her. "It will be my children and then you."

"I thought the company." Y/N started as Wanda shook her head. A small smile on her lips.

"You will always come before the company." Wanda caressed her cheek as Y/N smiled, leaning down and claiming her lips with her own. Her hands soon wrapped around Wanda's waist, pulling her impossibly closer, causing a moan to escape Wanda as she felt the toy concealed within the confines of Y/N's dress pants. "Fuck, are you packing?" She questioned with a raised brow as Y/N just smirked, her hands trailing along Wanda's waist, pulling her blouse out of her skirt. Wanda's hands started to undo Y/N's blouse as they sloppily kissed roughly. Y/N had Wanda on her knees in no time, groaning at the sight of her red painted lips around the silicone toy.

"Fuck. You look so pretty on your knees for me." Y/N groaned as she gripped Wanda's hair, thrusting her hips into Wanda's face. "The great Wanda Maximoff on her knees, my little cock slut." Wanda moaned at her words, her cheeks flushed and her arousal dripping down her thighs. She whimpered as Y/N pulled her hair, pulling her away from the strap, the saliva leaving a string behind as Y/N brought her to her feet. "Face the window." Y/N ordered as Wanda was quick to do as she told. Spreading her legs as she looked over the busy city below, people rushed to and from lunch breaks as she stood bare against the cool glass. Her nipplea hardened against the glass as she moaned as Y/N slapped her ass before massaging it. "Such a good girl." Y/N bit her ear as she teased her with the strap. "Give everyone a good show, I want everyone to see how good I make you feel." Wanda moaned as the toy slipped past her entrance, Y/N's hands on her hips helping her remain steady as her hands were flat against the glass.

"Oh." Wanda moaned as Y/N snapped her hips, the toy moving out and leaving just the tip inside before thrusting harshly once more.

"Keep your eyes open." Y/N told her as she groaned, fastening her pace as she fucked her. The sound of Wanda's moans and the squelching of her arousal was music to her ears, her now favorite song. "Fuck. You take me so well Wanda." She went harder with each thrust, her fingertips bruising the skin on Wanda's hips. Neither caring for the people in the neighbouring skyscraper having a show. "You have no idea what you do to me." She groaned as she pressed her body up against Wanda's. The heat building between the two as Wanda's orgasm neared.

"I need to cum." Wanda whispered as Y/N grunted at her small tone. "Please let me cum." She pleaded as Y/N's head moved into her neck, licking and biting the skin.

"Let go for me." She whispered as she pressed tender kisses to Wanda's skin. A loud moan left her lips as she came, just in time for her machine to pick up a call.

"Miss Maximoff, the twins school had called, they need to see you asap."

"Fuck." Wanda whimpered as Y/N pulled out, Wanda was quick to gather her clothes, throwing Y/N a blouse, not bothering to see who's it was. "I have to go." Wanda said as she fixed her hair. "But I need you to stay here." She reached inside her desk drawer, a set of handcuffs as she pushed Y/N to sit on her chair, putting the handcuffs on her wrist as she handcuffed her to the chair.

"What?" Y/N tried. "Wanda, what if someone walks in and sees me? I am practically nude with a strap!! And I am wearing your blouse because it is abnormally tight!!"

"Please Y/N." She pleaded as she fixed herself. "Here, I'll be back as soon as I can." She places Y/N's jacket on her lap before placing the keys on the shelf above the bourbon. Y/N groaned as she walked out, leaving Y/N alone and handcuffed to the chair.

"Fuck." Y/N mumbled as she tried to wriggle free, hoping to break the plastic arm rest. Soon giving up and counting the ceiling tiles above. As an uncertain amount of time past, Y/N was left feeling uncomfortable. Soon the phone rang and it was Wanda's voice.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, Billy had a fall and I am currently at the hospital with him." She spoke in a hushed voice. "I know I said I wouldn't be long but we are just waiting for the x-ray results. I'll see you soon." Y/N slammed her head on the desk with a tired groan, closing her eyes for a brief moment, only to look up like a deer in headlights at the sound of keys in the door.

"Oh, I am so happy to see you." Y/N smiled as she saw Nat walk in with some files.

"What are you doing here?" She questioned as she hurriedly closed the door.

"Well, Wanda and I have been having sex, for months." Y/N told her. "And we have obviously had sex earlier and now I am handcuffed to this bloody chair." Y/N gradually raised her voice as she spoke, shaking the chair with her whole body. "But." She took a breath to calm down. "The key is just above the bourbon, so if you would please uncuff me so I can get dressed."

"Y/N." Nat shook her head, an unsure look in her eye. "Wanda will be expecting you as such." She gestured to her posture. "And I can't afford to lose my job because I actually like working here. Without the sex part."

"Come on!" Y/N pleaded as she moved from around the desk, her jacket falling from her lap.

"Oh come on!" Nat covered her eyes as she spotted the arousal stained strap on. "Wheel yourself back."

"Please Nat." Y/N pleaded. "I will buy you anything."

"I need a new Nintendo Switch." She told her. "Yelena borrowed mine and we both know that I will not be getting it back."

"Sold! Now get me free." Y/N told her as Nat moved to get the key.

"So, those nights you had someone in your bedroom, that was Wanda. Our boss?" She questioned as Y/N nodded.

"Yes it was." She answered. "Now please let me out of here!" She begged. "This shirt is unbelievably tight and these cuffs are starting to hurt me."

"You and Wanda do have the same style, which is weird." Nat admitted as she approached her. "But she did look much better in a looser blouse."

"Don't you dare." Y/N snarled. "She is mine." Nat just giggled as she undone one of the cuffs, Y/N massaged their wrist before the door soon opened.

"Nat? What are you?" Wanda rambled as she looked between the two.

"I know about the two of you." Nat told her. "But please don't fire me. I can't live off of Y/N's paycheck."

"Can you sit with Billy, he's just outside at your desk." Wanda asked as Nat nodded, closing the door behind her.

"She took the key." Y/N pointed out, just a moment later, Nat opened the door slightly and handed Wanda the key. "How is Billy?" Y/N asked her as she undone the other.

"He is fine, he has a hairline fracture so nothing too serious." Wanda told her as Y/N bent down to put on her pants, soon hearing the blouse tearing causing Wanda to giggle. "I think we need to wear different blouses."

"You think?" Y/N asked with a raised brow.

"It's not my fault you are buff." Wanda squeezed her biceps as she looked up in Y/N's eyes. "But it is a bonus to have strong arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe."

"I'll always keep you safe." Y/N kissed her softly as she grabbed her jacket. "Luckily I have a spare in my office." Y/N approached the door, hand resting on the handle as Wanda spoke.

"I think I love you." She told her, a smile formed on Y/N's face before she turned around to Wanda, approaching her and kissing her softly before pulling away and looking in her eyes.

"I think I love you too." She smiled before kissing her once more before she left the office. Wanda smiled as her heart swelled at the growing love between the two of them. Love comes to us all at different times of our lives, the journey we take to find the one who makes your heartbeat rapidly and your smile grow impossibly bigger. Wanda has finally found that love in the woman who works alongside her.

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You Haven't Failed Part 2

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Tags: Spidey!Reader, Venom!Reader, So Much Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Graphic Depictions of Injuries, Blood, Violence, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut

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You stopped to grab Chinese food on your way back to the compound. Waiting in Fury’s office was Osborn, and you told him directly that there was nothing to find in his lab. His face visibly paled, and you heard his heart rate pick up as his eyes widened minutely. He swallowed thickly, jumbled, and insensible words falling from his mouth, but when he failed to say anything coherent, he quieted. Waves of unease rolled from him, and Fury looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

“What was in that lab, Norman?” Fury demanded. Norman only shook his head and left in a hurry, his legs taking him out of the office faster than even you could comprehend.

The moment he was gone, you set the food down, removed your mask, and looked at Fury. “What the hell was that about?”

He shrugged as he rubbed his forehead. “The hell if I know. I don’t understand these rich motherfuckers.”

You snorted before you removed a takeout container and a plastic fork from the bag. You placed both in front of him. He looked at it before he looked at you.

“What’s this?”

“Food, Nick,” you said pointedly as you closed the bag and gathered it in your arms. “You should try having something other than tequila. Your stomach and liver will thank you.”

He gave you a grateful smile and cracked open the carton to fork noodles and veggies into his mouth. “Have a good night, kid.”

You gave him a smile before retreating back into your shared room, which was more like a little apartment. Everyone had a space like yours to ensure privacy while there were shared spaces for team activities. You had a room a little farther away from the rest of the team, but it was fine. At first you hated it, but in time, you liked the privacy. It’d become a quick haven when you and Wanda first moved in together. Now, you both were thinking of getting a house. She wanted the backyard space to expand her garden. She appreciated the gardening space Thor made for her on the balcony, but she wanted to grow her own fruits and veggies, and there just wasn’t enough space on what little she had. She always said that she wanted to create something that didn’t revolve around the magic she wielded. Wanda could easily will one into existence, but she wanted to physically create one. She wanted the hard work and the sweat, and more importantly, she wanted it all with you. You loved her so much that you would give her the world. Anything that she wanted, you would ensure it happened. It’d been months of searching, but finally, Wanda found something that she fell in love with. A modest home in a place called Westview. You visited the neighborhood together, and you knew that this would be the home in which you would grow old with her. You saw a garden, a golden retriever, and maybe even some kids once you got there. Wanda always wanted to have them. She even told you the names that she picked out. Billy and Tommy. She was that sure that she would have boys, and you smiled all the same and told her that you couldn’t wait to experience this future with her. For now, that dream was on hold. You both still had a lot of work to do with the Avengers. There was still a galaxy and a universe to clean up from Thanos and his war. You had all the time in the world to be with her.

You could hear Wanda inside, and you smiled as the metal door to the room slid open. She turned to look at you, and placed the lighter in her hands down as she approached you. She gave you a tight hug.

“Hey, детка,” she greeted you, her nose buried into your neck as she breathed you in. She had on a shirt and jeans, and her suit was disposed of long ago after coming home from a long day at work. You were going to respond when she suddenly leaned away. Her nose was scrunched in disgust as she slightly turned her head from your direction. “Sorry, but you stink.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that left you, your chest shaking as delight filled you with warmth. “Oh, yeah,” you agreed. “The long day coupled with all the swinging I had to do? I’m not surprised that I smell like a boy’s locker room.”

Wanda took the bag of food away, set it on the counter, and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek. You smiled and hummed, your eyes closing briefly when you felt the warmth of her soft skin against you.

“Give me 15 minutes. I’ll be right back.”

“Of course.”

When you returned, you were wearing a shirt and shorts. Your hair was damp and tied into a messy bun. Wanda saw the steam wafting from the bathroom, the scent of the floral soap you used filling the hallway. Wanda changed into one of your oversized shirts while you showered, and based on how wavy her hair was at the moment, she must have taken a shower sometime before you got home. She was waiting for you at the dinner table. The lighting in the room was dimmed, and resting on the table, besides the food, were a few lit candles. You gave her an endearing smile, the gesture so simple and yet, the love in your heart swelling all the same at how much effort she put into it. You came to her side of the tiny table and gave her a deep kiss on the lips. She hummed into it, her lips moving against yours before you pulled away and sat down.

“Thank you for this,” you said to her genuinely and she blushed.

“Of course. How was your day?”

“Busy. I had a bank robbery to clean up and something to do at Oscorp.”

“Oscorp? What happened?” she asked. You told her about the destroyed lab and how it was empty. Whatever threat was in there is now long gone. You were sure that Fury would team you up with Peter to do a sweep of New York tomorrow.

“Are you okay?” Wanda asked as you explained. You nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Wanda ate a potsticker while you ate some rice and sesame seed chicken. “How was your mission?”

She’d been gone on a mission that lasted a few days. It involved infiltrating a HYDRA base in Moscow. It was a routine B&E with a little bit of theft of their data. The agents were defeated, the hostages were released, and all the collected information was sent to Fury, who would in turn, send it to SHIELD. 

“The States have spoiled me,” she commented with a smile, her accent wrapping around her words. “I forgot how cold it was out there.”

Being from Sokovia, Wanda wasn’t a stranger to frigid temperatures, but it’d been a while since she was home. With it being winter on that side of the world, you suspected that it would be icy.

“Did you go home?” you asked her.

“Yes and no. I visited Pietro.”

Her brother. He died years ago, way before the conflict with Thanos happened. Wanda had him buried at home so that his final resting place would be with their deceased parents. You reached across the table and took her hand in yours.

“Are you okay?”

Wanda nodded, squeezed your hand tenderly, and gave you a genuine but sad smile. It still hurt her, after all these years, and you knew that it would continue to be a weight in her heart for the rest of her life. You would support her for as long as she wanted you.

“I will want you forever and ever, детка,” she murmured.

You raised your eyebrows and chuckled. Though you knew about her mind reading powers, it still surprised you to have her up there. You didn’t mind. There was nothing there that you wanted to hide from her.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to pry. Your thoughts are so loud though.”

“It’s okay.”

And it was. Wanda never read someone’s mind unless she had their consent, or the circumstances were dire. It felt like a huge invasion of privacy to her because she wouldn’t want someone in her head seeing things that were personal. However, you reassured her over and over that for you, it was okay. It felt intimate and nice to have her there. She was so in tune with you, after all these years, that sometimes you would have conversations with her without even moving your lips. Occasionally, it helped in arguments when you couldn’t voice what was on your mind, so she would look instead, and she would still know what was going on with you when you couldn’t verbalize it. Even now, she could hear how much you loved her even without you breathing a word.

When dinner was done, you cleaned up while Wanda threw out the trash. You turned to do the dishes really quick, and as you dipped your hands into the soapy water, you felt arms encircle around your waist from behind. A warm body pressed against your back while lips kissed the back of your neck. You giggled, the kiss tickling you as Wanda’s hands splayed across your stomach.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded. “I just really missed you.”

“I missed you as well.”

You rinsed the dishes and placed them on the drying rack before turning around in her hold. Green eyes met yours and you leaned down to give her a passionate kiss. You really did miss the warmth of her body against you, and the kiss was more of a way to get reacquainted with her after days of being apart. But that kiss turned into another and another, your breath intermingling with hers when she gently nibbled your bottom lip. You affectionately walked her backwards until her body pressed against the cool metal of the stove. She breathed into you, her kisses getting sloppy as her body began to warm under your wandering touch. Eventually, your kisses dipped lower to her neck, your tongue and lips sucking marks into her flesh that peppered her skin just like her freckles. Soft, breathy moans left her as she began to pull up your shirt and expose your abs. A different kind of need inside of you was making itself known, and you grunted when you easily picked her up in your hold. You were hot, sweltering. It was the kind of heat that only Wanda could assuage, and that heat continued to increase as she loosely wrapped her arms around your neck and her legs around your hips. Your fingers tenderly dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, and you pulled her closer against your body. You groaned when Wanda grabbed you by the chin to place a soul stealing kiss on your lips. When she pulled back, she bit your bottom lip a little harder, and you gasped at the pain before Wanda chased it away with tender swipes of her tongue.

“Can we-?” you went to ask but Wanda was already nodding.

“Yes.”

“Bed?”

“Now,” she answered in a husky voice.

You could have easily walked her down the hall to the bed and laid her down without breaking the kiss at all, but Wanda was a tad bit impatient. You felt her remove an arm from around your neck. Then, there was a flash of red that you could see even behind closed eyelids. A wave of vertigo engulfed you when the floor suddenly wasn’t there, but it was only for a second when you felt the soft sheets of the bed beneath your back. When you opened your eyes, you immediately noticed that Wanda was naked, and so were you. The heat of her core against yours was an addicting fire, one where you wanted to be burned more than anything.

“I could have walked us, baby.”

She smiled, her teeth nibbling her bottom lip as she leaned over you. “There’s a time for romance, and there’s a time where I want you screaming for me, детка.”

You blushed, the visual of her words painted a picture of her using a strap on you. You could see her moving furiously between your legs, her strokes hard and fast, and you would be coming over and over beneath her until she was satisfied. Wanda saw your thoughts, and the smile she gave you was so sinful that your heart stopped dead in your chest. She said nothing as her eyes met yours. She pressed her lips against your neck before she made a slow descent on your body, her movements hurried and calculated at the same time. She paid extra attention to all your sensitive spots, the ones that had you fisting the bed with anticipation and lust. Wanda flashed you a smile as you squirmed beneath her, and as her lips aligned with your core, you watched as her eyes began to glow red. Magic wrapped around your hands before your arms shot up. The cool wood of the headboard chilled your palms as your hands pressed against it. They were glued there, the red pulsating around your heated skin as Wanda kissed your inner thighs and wrapped her arms around you to keep your hips pressed against the bed. She didn’t tease you any longer, her hunger for you growing too strong to fight against. The smell of your arousal made her mouth water. Even in the dark room, Wanda could see you glistening, your desire coating you thickly. With a groan, she surged forward to bury her tongue into your core.

Part 3

[shangchiswife]

asiya's masterlist!

a lot of you have been asking for a masterlist so here you go!

The Last of Us:

joel miller- the babysitter - part 1- part 2 (smut)

joel miller- pretty pink skirt (smut)

joel miller- sweet nothing

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:

dating aragorn headcanons!

dating thorin headcanons!

incorrect lotr/hobbit quotes-

big back challenge ft. y/n, thorin, fili, and kili

scary thorin ft. y/n and thorin

Star Wars:

luke skywalker- paper rings

han solo- the one where he f's up

luke skywalker- you're scared of thunder?

luke skywalker- sunsets

Prequels-

anakin/obi-wan/padme- period

Anakin Skywalker-

anakin skywalker- pacify her (smut)

anakin skywalker- broken promises (smut)

anakin skywalker- wildest dreams

Obi-Wan Kenobi-

obi-wan- the way i loved you (smut)

obi-wan- party blues

obi-wan- sweet dreams

obi-wan- savior complex

obi-wan- drunken love

obi-wan- better man

Sequels-

poe dameron- yule ball

ben solo- i guess this is goodbye

poe dameron- traitor

hux- long drunk nights

kylo ren- safe space

poe dameron- nightmare

kylo ren- the last time

poe dameron- the other woman

hux- good little girl

poe dameron- clean

kylo ren- therapy

kylo ren- cardigan

Din Djarin-

din djarin- helping hand (smut)

din djarin- every dead-end street led you straight to me (smut)

din djarin- maroon

din djarin- caretaker

din djarin- family ties

din djarin- savior complex

din djarin- the protector

din djarin- you are in love

din djarin- nightmares

X-Men

logan howlett- electric touch (smut)

logan howlett- little black dress (smut)

logan howlett- a royal tea party

Marvel:

loki- mr. perfectly fine

pietro maximoff- saying goodbye

loki- if only you knew

steve rogers- sparks fly

bucky barnes- deja vu

loki- an escape from the palace

steve rogers- beach day

loki- speechless

Moonknight-

steven grant- late night talking

marc spector- dancing with out hands tied

steven grant- hug me

Spider-man-

miguel o'hara- stress relief (smut)

peter parker- a night under the stars

peter parker- i wish i were heather

otto octavius- merry christmas

harry osborn- hide and seek

tasm!peter/reader/otto- we'll take care of you

Norman Osborn-

norman osborn- dark paradise

norman osborn- they don't know about us

norman osborn- baby it's cold outside

norman osborn- i'm pregnant

norman osborn- look after you

norman osborn- let the games begin

norman osborn- i'm yours

norman osborn- worst behavior

norman osborn- experimental game

Norman Osborn and Otto Octavius-

otto octavius/norman osborn- skating

otto octavius/norman osborn- the moment i knew

otto octavius/norman osborn- save me

otto octavius/norman osborn- hostage

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[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Hello! I don’t know if you are still looking for some but can I request Norman Osborn smut? It’d be cool if it was like comfort sex but really just write whatever comes to mind for you. Thanks!

I am still looking for requests since this is just my second one I’ve received so far.

The other half

Warnings: self doubt (fluff) and smut

Norman was in his study trying to focus a formula with Green Goblin constantly telling him that he was going to fail

“I can’t even understand what Y/n sees in you that makes it worth her time to be with you” Goblin says which Norman was trying so hard to ignore, but he knew he couldn’t

Speaking of Y/n, she had entered his study since she heard the Green Goblin saying those hateful things to Norman

Norman looks at her as she now stood next to him

“Don’t believe anything he says. He clearly doesn’t know how much I love you” she says and he smiles and then stood up

“I like being with you and I’m glad I chose you as my lover” she says which makes him kiss her on the lips

She returned the kiss with passion

Norman had eventually pulled apart

“Could you show me how much you love me…?” He asked her and she nods her head

She takes his hand and lead him to their shared bedroom

Once they we’re in their shared room, she gets undressed immediately

Norman starts taking his clothes off now

Once they we’re both naked, she kisses him on the lips

He was now pinned to the wall and now she had deepen the kiss

Moans left his mouth

They pulled apart and she told him to go lay down on the bed

He listens to her, and was now laying down on their shared bed

A smirk forms on her face since it was rare for her being the dominant one instead of Norman

She moves closer towards the bed and once she was close enough to the bed, she crawls onto the bed and was now on top of him

“Your so amazing” she said and then he smiles and then kisses her on the lips

She returns the kiss and then he switches sides with her

She pulls apart and now he smirks

“Damn, I really thought that I’d get to be the dominant one here” she said and now a grin was on his face

“How about we take turns? I can show you how much I love you and you could show me how much you love me” Y/n grins and shook her head

He smiles now and then comes into her pussy

A moan left her already and he already started to thrust into her pussy

Her head rolls back and her eyes go to the back of her head

“Your so beautiful” he praises which makes her smile slightly

The slight smile goes away after a second because of the pleasure

“Your s-so f-fucking gorgeous” he said in between moans which made her feel her climax coming already

He felt her walls clenching, which surprised him since she’s never came this fast before

“Hm. You like that, don’t you?” He asked her and she came

He grins and then pulls out of her

Y/n had just stayed in the position she was in because of her mind being clouded by the praises and the pleasure she had just received

Norman lowers himself and places her legs on his shoulders

His face was close to her messy pussy now

“You do so well for daddy” he continues to praise which makes her look at him now

“Thank you” she said and now he starts to lick her pussy clean

Her head rolls back again and her hands gripped tightly onto their bedsheets

At some point he stops, which makes her mad

He lifts his head up and looks at his wife

“So fucking pretty” he said and then hovers over her again and then kisses her on the lips

She could taste herself, but of course that didn’t bother her at all

Now she was on top of him again

He pulled apart because of that

She already started to ride his cock which makes his head roll back

Her hands on the header of the bed

The bed creaking at the constant movements

“You deserve the world Norman” she said and then moans

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” Y/n responds and then Norman smiles

“Your a-awesome” she moans

They had stopped talking after that comment since they were both too focused on the pleasure

It was like this for a good ten minutes until one of them had to come

“Fuck! Honey, I-I’m g-gonna-“ he came all over her pussy now

She stops and lays down next to him

They were both exhausted from fucking now

Norman had then decided to cuddle close to his wife with his arms wrapped around her and his face buried in her neck

That’s how the rest of the night went

Except they were fast asleep

[graveyard-stray]

Graveyard Stray’s X Reader masterlist

(Writers info here)

Below you will find all my fanfics! Click the link above for my writers/request info

Cillian Murphy

🪦~ Cillian

That’s a Wrap // Fluff + Autistic Reader

🪦~ Thomas Shelby

Since you returned // Angst & fluff

Me or her. // Angst to smut to fluff

Cuddling with Thomas Shelby // Fluff slight angst

Tommy NSFW Alphabet // Smut! But of fluff & angst…

🪦~ Johnathan Crane

Stress relief // fluff

🪦~ Jim (TDS)

Girl Nextdoor // Smut

Star Wars

🪦~ Anakin Skywalker

Please stay. // Angst & Fluff

🪦~ Obi-Wan Kenobi

Bedtime Story // Fluff

Criminal Minds

🪦~ Aaron Hotchner

Morning Workout // fluff? Silly

🪦~ Spencer Reid

Without you // angst & fluff

Bandom

🪦~ Gerard Way

Lazy Sunday Morning // fluff

Your Instagram except your dating Gerard way

Marvel

🪦~ Norman Osborne

Five more minutes? // fluff

🪦~ Bucky Barnes

Nightmares // Angst & Fluffy

The Walking Dead

🪦~Carl Grimes

SFW Alphabet // Fluff, angst if you squint

[science-hoes]

Relentless

Norman Osborn x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, cheating on Harry lol, language

Summary: You are dating Harry Osborn, but your history with his father makes your feelings difficult to decipher.

A/N: This was heavily inspired by That One Grey’s Anatomy episode. I loved writing for Norman x reader, so hopefully this contributes to the lack of content!

Harry led you into the party with his arm linked with yours. “I’m sorry I had to drag you out here tonight, love. I need to kiss some rich people’s asses tonight.” He apologized.

You giggled. “It’s okay, Harry. I don’t mind it. Plus, I finally get to wear my new dress.” You reassured him.

Harry looked you up and down and twirled you around to show off the skirt of your gorgeous dress. “And what a shame it would’ve been if nobody saw how lovely it is.” He joked. You nudged him with your elbow, and he laughed. “We’ve got to go speak to my dad first. To prove that we showed up.” He explained.

Your heart dropped. “Your dad?” You squeaked.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, it’ll be quick. I see him over there.” He said as he led you across the floor.

Norman Osborn was standing there with his gorgeous date, and your supervisor, Jessica. You and Norman had a history that never exactly resolved itself. It began with innocent flirting, but he had reservations about his feelings toward you because you were his son’s age. Eventually, he started bringing you coffee and helping you with your projects. It was very apparent that the founder of the company had taken a liking to the pretty new engineer. But then the accident happened, and things changed. Norman was hot and cold with you. He refused to admit his feelings for you but stole kisses in between meetings. His heart longed for you, but he lost his patience very easily nowadays. You called things off unwillingly and found comfort in his unknowing son.

But now you were about to see him again. The first time you’ve seen him since beginning your relationship with Harry. His tuxedo fit him so well, and his hair was slicked back like always. His piercing blue eyes looked up to see you and Harry walking towards him and Jessica. He smiled politely at his soon and placed a hand on his back.

“You look great, Harry. Thank you for coming tonight.” He said.

Harry smiled slightly and shrugged. “I didn’t really have a choice.” He strained. He pushed you closer to his father. “This is (Y/N). She works in the engineering department.” He introduced you.

Norman looked at you and smiled, but you could see his anger through his eyes. You learned how to read his stoic expressions. He took your hand and shook it firmly. “I believe I’ve heard of you before. Thank you for being a great asset to our engineering team.” He pretended.

You relished the feeling of his calloused hand in yours again and reluctantly let go of it. No. You’re with Harry now. You shouldn’t be feeling like this. “Thank you, sir.” You responded before looking up to Harry. “I’m going to grab something to drink. Do you want anything?” You asked.

Harry shook his head. “No, I’m fine. I’ll come find you.” He said.

You nodded hurried to the bar for quick relief. The bartender handed you a drink, and you downed it. Being around Norman again was too much for you.

You hated the way he made you feel. So in love that it made you sick to your stomach. That it made it hard to breathe. And yet you couldn’t take your eyes off him as he charmed every investor at the party. He was so enticing, and you couldn’t stand it.

The bartender handed you another drink, and you sipped on it slowly this time. You stood to the side as other people began to order drinks. Someone bumped into you and almost caused you to spill your drink.

“Hey!” You exclaimed and turned to see who ran into you.

You didn’t even need for him to turn around before you knew it was Norman. “Oh, I’m so sor-“ He stopped when he saw you. “(Y/N)…” He said, stepping closer to you.

You put your drink down and backed away. “No.” Was all you could say.

“Darling, please.” He reached a hand out to you.

You grabbed the skirt of your long dress and ran away from the party down a hallway, but you could already hear his hurried footsteps.

“Y/N!” Norman called, jogging to match your pace.

“Leave me alone.” Your voice quivered, tears about to spill over your eyes.

You opened the door to one of the vacant offices in that hallway. You slammed the door behind you, but Norman caught it with his hand.

“Y/N.” He said again, this time more sincere.

You turned away from him, trying hard not to cry. “Just leave me alone.” You breathed, feeling like you were out of options.

Norman stepped closer to you but tried to maintain the distance you clearly wanted. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” He said gently.

You whirled around to face him. “No! I’m not alright! Are you satisfied?” You nearly screamed. “I am not alright because you have lost your mind, and I know you’re going out every night when the other person in your mind takes over. You’re putting yourself in danger. Not only that, but you’re also pursuing my supervisor to make me upset.” You rambled. Norman’s expression softened, and he looked at you with those sparkling blue eyes that made him look like an innocent little boy. “And now you’re looking at me. Stop looking at me!”

Norman shook his head, taking a step closer to you. “I’m not looking at you. I am not looking at you.” He insisted.

You walked around the desk in the room, separating yourself from him. “You are looking at me, and you watch me. And Harry is a nice guy. And I like Harry, he’s perfect for me. And I’m really trying here to be happy.” You argued. Norman took in a deep breath at the mention of Harry. You could see the veins bulging from his forehead, desperately trying to hold back his alter ego, but he still stared at you with those gorgeous fucking eyes. “And I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe when you look at me like that, so just stop!” You yelled.

Norman closed his eyes to calm himself before rubbing his forehead. “Do you think I want to look at you?” He retaliated. “That I wouldn’t rather be looking at Jessica? She doesn’t drive me crazy. She doesn’t make it feel impossible for me to feel normal.” And he looked back up to you with piercing blue eyes. “She doesn’t make me feel sick to my stomach, thinking about my own son touching her with his hands!” He slammed his fists on the desk, leaving two holes in their wake with power drawn from his darker side. You took a step back, as did he. He clenched his jaw tightly before he spoke again. “I would give anything to not be looking at you.” He growled.

You laughed wryly and walked around the table, closer to the man who was quickly losing his cool. “You can’t control your temper.” You taunted.

Norman’s chest was heaving as he tried to keep his alter ego down, but all he had to do was just look into your eyes again. And you were so close. Closer than before. The last thing you saw was indescribable darkness in his electric eyes before he grabbed you with a powerful force and crushed his lips against yours. You froze at first, unable to process what happened so quickly. But you melted into his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck. Norman trailed searing kisses across your face as he pushed you back against the desk until your legs hit the desk. You carefully hopped onto it, refusing to lose any distance between you and him. You kissed him again, teeth clashing together. His hands wandered down your body and reached into the slit of your dress. His fingertips brushed against your thighs, searching for the lace around your hips. And when he found it, he delicately removed it from your body, sliding it down your legs.

You pushed his tuxedo jacket off his broad shoulders as he pressed his body impossibly closer to yours. He leaned you back just a little, exposing your neck to him. He attacked the soft skin, kissing and biting to ensure his brand would be left there. He kissed every inch of exposed skin that your dress revealed to him, finally kissing back up to your lips. Your hands tangled in his dirty blond locks. You parted only for a moment to look into his eyes. The same ones that infuriated you just a moment ago were now so easy to get lost in. Norman kissed you one more time before leaning you back on the desk. He unbuckled his pants, sliding them down enough to let his cock spring out from its confines. He moved the skirt of your dress to expose your soaked pussy to him. He wasted no time in lining himself up with you before sliding deep into you.

You screamed at the stretch, because fuck he was massive, but you felt his hand cover your mouth tightly. He held you close against his body, refusing to pull his cock out, and whispered in your ear, “You have to be quiet. Can you do that for me, darling?”

You nodded, squeezing your arms around his shoulders. Norman pulled completely out before ruthlessly slamming back into you. You gasped for air as you held down another scream.

“Good girl.” Norman praised you, pressing kisses against your neck before slamming into you again.

You had tears in your eyes, not from pain but from the pure ecstasy of it all. The man you relentlessly yearned for was holding you in his embrace as he fucked you at a bruising pace. You ran your hands under his shirt and graced your fingertips against his defined body, brushing over various scars. He grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you deeply, unapologetically pounding into you at the same time.

“Norman, please, I-“ You mumbled, struggling to breathe in between words. “I’m gonna come.”

That was all he needed to get himself closer. “Where do you want me to come, darling?” He whispered in your ear.

“Please come inside me. I need you to.” You said without hesitation.

Norman groaned at your begging. His thrusts were faster but became sloppier as he began to unwind. It only took one more biting kiss to your neck for your pussy to clench around his cock as your orgasm rolled through your whole body. The sudden pulse of your pussy sent Norman over the edge, and his breath hitched as he spilled inside of you.

And it was suddenly quiet. You could only hear each other breathing heavily. Norman pushed up on the desk to look at you but laughed as he looked at you.

You blushed heavily, not sure if you had a reason to be embarrassed. “What’s so funny?” You asked.

Norman shook his head and ran his fingers through your wild hair. “I think we’ll both have to freshen up before either of us can go back to the party.” He said.

You looked at his own hair and giggled. “I’ve never seen your hair not slicked back. But it looks so good this way, too. You don’t look so serious.” You brushed his hair back the best you could.

He buckled his pants back and sat on the desk next to you. His hair fell back down to either side of his face, and you both laughed. “You drive me crazy. More than I already was.” He said, looking at the ground.

You stood up, dress pooling back down at your ankles. You stood in front of him and tilted his head up with your hands. He looked up to you with those boyish eyes that made your heart jump. “This can’t happen again.” You said as firmly as you could.

You thought Norman would get upset, but all he did was smirk at you. “It’s going to happen again, honey. We’re trapped.” He chuckled.

You stood up straight and brushed the wrinkles out of your dress. “I’m going to find Harry. Do not leave until you look like you’ve never had sex in your life.” You demanded before turning to walk to the door.

“Forgetting something?” He asked.

You turned around to see your black laced panties dangling from Norman’s finger. You reached for them, but he snatched his hand back and shoved your panties into the pocket of his pants.

“Norman.” You huffed.

He grinned devilishly, leaning forward to kiss you one more time. “You can have them back next time.” He whispered before walking out the door.

You waited a moment before leaving to snub any suspicion. Norman Osborn had your heart, but you sure as hell weren’t going to let him know that. Not any time soon. You approached Harry, who didn’t seem too phased by your absence.

“Hi, darling.” You said happily.

Harry turned around and smiled. “Oh, you’re just in time. There’s only one more dance.” He took you by the hand and led you toward the center of the room.

He placed a hand on your lower back as he swayed back and forth with you. You looked up to him and smiled. “Sorry I was missing in action for a moment. I wasn’t feeling too great.” You explained.

Harry shook his head. “You don’t have to explain anything. It’s okay.” He responded and twirled you around before pulling you close again. He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “You smell like my dad’s cologne…” He chuckled.

Your eyes widened slightly, but you laughed in response. “I think it’s a common cologne among men his age. I was waiting to get a drink next to some guy, so it was probably from him.” You lied through your teeth.

Harry continued to sway with you, and you rested your head on his chest. You looked around the room and caught Norman holding Jessica close to him, whispering in her ear as they danced. He looked up and met your gaze. You felt like he was reading you like a book. How you’d rather be in his arms instead of Harry’s. How jealous it made you to see his hands on another woman. Norman just smiled and winked at you before looking away again to Jessica.

You could not let Norman Osborn ruin your perfect life, your perfect relationship. But he was going to do it anyway. And you knew you’d love it.

A/N: This was so fun to write, please hit me up for any Norman x Reader prompts!

[candyland-xblade]

Fr, there needs to be more Norman Osborn/Green Goblin x reader fics. Fluff, smut, the works. I need more Gobby in my life

[little-spicy]

-Spiderverse Preferences-

WARNING: NSFW 🔥🔥

What turns them on?

Peter Parker: Tobey Maguire

Peter loves it when you wear sundresses, he loves when he can see your curves and see the sun shining down on your body when you two go out.

He can't help but imagine pulling your dress up and fucking you senseless, and then pulling it back down like nothing happened.

Especially when you can tell he gets turned on and you decide not to wear underwear. He'll go crazy.

Peter Parker: Andrew Garfield

Peter definitely can't help but get turned on when you wear his clothes. He loves when he comes back to the apartment and see you in one of his T-shirt.

He doesn't know but seeing you wear his clothes reminds him that you are his. He loves to pick you up and put you on the counter, grabbing your ass as he kisses you.

Sometimes he'll hide your clothes just so you can wear his. Every time you wear his clothes it always leads to sex.

Peter Parker: Tom Holland

Peter gets turned on when you have your hair down, he doesn't know why but he loves it when you keep it down.

You always have your hair up and so when you have it down, Peter just imagines grabbing it tightly as he fucks you.

Or when you have your hair down, he combing his fingers through your hair and saying nothing but sweet praises as he fucks you.

Norman Osborn: Willem Dafoe

Norman gets turned on by watching you dance, when you think your by yourself and you dance like crazy is what makes Norman go crazy.

He loves seeing your body move and doesn't hate to see your curves and boobs move up and down.

It makes him imagine what he would do to you in the bedroom, though he wouldn't mind ripping your clothes right there and pounding into you without a second thought.

And he has.

Otto Octavius: Alfred Molina

Otto gets turned on when your a tease. Obviously Otto's work is very important to him, so it's hard to get him to take a break.

So it'll usually start by kissing his neck, then escalating it to sitting on his lap, and if you really wanted his attention and he was alone in the lab you would come in topless.

It gets him riled up when he sees you desperate for him, and he won't complain when he takes you into his arms and puts you a table for a little break.

Which usually involves lots of moans and screams.

Max Dillon: Jamie Foxx

Max can't help but get turned on when he sees you assertive. When someone says the wrong thing or does something rude, you coming in and defending you and Max makes him throb.

He loves having a strong woman being in charge, letting him know that he doesn't need to fight your battles, you can fight them on your own.

.After you finish turning into someone's worst nightmare Max immediately kisses you hard, he'll hold you tight and whisper "I'll definitely reward you for that later."

And he keeps his word.

Flint Marko: Thomas Haden Church

Flint gets turned on by you singing, he loves when you are with his daughter and you'll sing her a lullaby.

Just seeing you with his daughter makes him imagine having more kids. He wouldn't mind having your belly full and with his kid.

After playing with Penny and taking her home, he'll talk about how beautiful you would look pregnant and definitely would go on a breeding kink with you.

You would definitely feel something in the morning.

Eddie Brock & Venom: Tom Hardy

Eddie gets turned on when you give him a massage. He loves when your hands roam around his body and touch him in all the right places.

Venom gets turned on by praise so when you massage Eddie and tell Venom how he's a sexy hero, they go crazy.

They'll pin you down on the couch and won't stop fucking you until the sun comes up. Leaving you in a messy state and cream all over your thighs.

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! ✨✨

[fqjth]

obsession (1)

pairing ➵ norman osborn x reader

summary ➵ norman becomes obsessed with his sons best friend after meeting her one evening

warnings ➵ smut, age!gap, obsession, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), slapping, choking, rough sex, sir!kink, dirty talk, ‘little girl’ pet name used, unprotected sex, forcefulness

words ➵ 4231

next part ➵ part two

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It was getting late. Harry promised her he would meet her outside his father's home at 7:30 pm sharp, it was now approaching 8:15 and Y/N’S patience was wearing thin.

She constantly checked her watch, making sure she wasn’t imagining how long her friend was making her wait. They were planning on going out for the night, some party that he’d been invited to, and asked both Y/N and Peter to tag along. Peter had already spoken to Y/N about his own tardiness, saying that he has some things to do before the party. Something that was happening an awful lot these days.

This was getting ridiculous, she thought. She stood on the street, staring up at the Osborn mansion wondering why she didn’t just go and knock on the door.

Harry had one rule with Y/N, don’t come inside his father's house. She never understood why, Peter was allowed over whenever he wanted.

“Why can’t I come over again?” She’d asked, never getting straightforward answers.

He’d always come up with some excuse, the only constant one was something to do with his father. “He doesn’t like strangers coming to the house” or “Trust me, you don’t want to meet him”.

She knew of Norman Osborn, not just from Harry but from the fact that he was incredibly well known for being the founder of Oscorp. She had that he was a proud man, intelligent and confident. Harry had a different description of his father, one including judgmental and callous. She was prone more to believe her friend, but she couldn’t help but be intrigued.

She checked her watch once more, 8:30 pm. It was getting ridiculously late now, she didn’t care about Harry’s stupid rule anymore. With slight frustration in her step, she approached the large wooden door of the Osborn mansion before ringing the doorbell.

She waited a moment before ringing again, too annoyed to care if it pissed Harry off. Another moment passed still with no answer. She went to ring the bell again when the door opened before her. Her throat went dry when instead of Harry standing there, it was Norman Osborn.

He looked angry, as if he had just gotten into an argument. His eyebrow was narrowed accentuating the lines on his forehead. He looked down at her, eyes instantly fixed on hers.

“Hi,” Y/N coughed, all bravado she held before escaping her. “I’m a friend of Harry’s, I was supposed to pick him up at 7:30” she fiddled with her watch.

“Have you been waiting here this whole time?” He questioned, his eyes never leaving hers. Y/N nodded, too intimated to speak. Norman sighed, stepping to the side allowing her to come inside.

As she stepped through the doorway, Y/N was greeted with a large foyer. The staircase was made of dark wood that complemented the dark walls well. It was an older building, signs of modernity displayed every so often. It was beautiful, mentally cursed Harry for never allowing her over.

“I apologise on behalf of my son” Norman spoke from behind her, “he didn’t tell me he had plans tonight”.

Y/N turned to face the older man, a soft smile on her lips. “That’s alright,” she spoke, “I know how Harry can be”. She tried her best to hide the fact that she was annoyed, which was becoming harder to do as each second passed.

Norman chuckled at her comment, his eyes scanning her body. She was wearing a tight dress that accentuated her curves, it was short enough to expose everything from the top of her thigh down. Y/N suddenly felt uncomfortable knowing this wasn’t the most appropriate outfit to be wearing when first meeting The Norman Osborn.

“We’re going to a party” She spoke, allowing an explanation for the way she was dressed. She played with the hem of the dress, trying her best to pull it down.

Norman's eyes met hers again, a smile across his face. “Well you look lovely,” he said, Y/N unable to tell if he was being sincere or not. Nonetheless, his comment sent heat to her cheeks.

“Harry!” He called out with a loud voice, “you have a visitor”. He hadn’t turned away from her the whole time he was speaking, as if he was entranced by her. “What’s your name, darling?” He asked, the pet name making her shiver.

“Y/N” she answered quickly, “I’ve been a friend of Harry’s for a few years”.

Norman cocked his eyebrows. “I wonder why Harry hasn’t mentioned you before” the question seemed to be more of a thought spoken out loud, like he was asking himself and not Y/N.

Just then, Harry came rushing down the stairs causing both his father and Y/N to turn their attention towards him. He seemed flustered, face puffy as if he had been crying.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N” he spoke softly, pulling her into a hug. “Got distracted”

Y/N smiled as they pulled away from each other, “well you're ready now, we should probably get going before Peter thinks we’re dead” she joked causing Harry to laugh.

Harry turned to his father with a nod, grabbing Y/N’s hand and leading her out the front door. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N” Norman called out, his eyes still fixated on her.

She smiled back. “You too, sir” she responded before disappearing behind the large wooden doors with Harry.

Once outside and out of sight of his father, Y/N turned and smacked Harry on the arm. “Ouch!” He said, rubbing the spot his friend had just hit.

“Fuck you for making me wait an hour outside, your lucky I didn’t get kidnapped” Y/N snapped, all the annoyance from before bubbling out.

Harry laughed, “no one was gonna kidnap you, Y/N”

“So, you gonna tell me why you were running so late?” She asked, arms crossed across her chest.

Harry sighed, diverting his eyes to the ground. “See you’ve met my father” he changed the subject, his tone shifting to one softer than before. Y/N nodded, understanding that maybe he was the reason Harry was late. “I guess that means I can invite you over now, got no reason to hide you now” he looked up, a smile on his face. Y/N looked offended at his comment causing Harry to laugh. He threw his arm around her shoulder, “let’s go get drunk”.

While Harry and Y/N made their way to the party, Norman Osborn sat on the couch in front of the fireplace in his living room. He rested a glass of bourbon in his hand, sipping it every so often. Deep in thought, he couldn’t keep his mind of the girl he had just met.

She was stunning, beautiful. Her voice sounded so soft, shy as if he made her nervous. He wondered why Harry had never invited her over before. Selfish of his son keep her away from him, he thought. He took enough sip of his drink, his free hand reaching under the waistline of his pants. Her name echoed throughout his head, Y/N.

A few weeks passed since Y/N met Harry’s father, something that wasn't a significant event to her now that days had passed. Norman, however, had not stopped thinking about her. It was as if she consumed every waking moment of his life, the voice inside his head echoing thoughts of wanting her.

At first, he tried to ignore the fact he thought so inappropriately about his son's friend, but after she had come home with Harry and Peter one afternoon he let himself be consumed by her.

She had been sitting in the kitchen with Harry and Peter, laughing at some joke Harry had just made. “Good afternoon” Norman spoke as he walked into the room, his eyes only fixated on Y/N who gave him a soft smile.

“Boys, could you help me with something in my office” he spoke, recovering a grunt from his son.

“Really, dad?” Harry huffed, “we just got home”

“It’s alright, Mr. Osborn” Peter chimed in, placing his arm around Harry’s shoulder as a way to comfort him, “we'll help”. The boys walked out of the room, Y/N standing up to follow them.

Norman placed his hand on her shoulder, the touch sending a shiver up Y/N’s spine. “You stay here, darling” he spoke softly, never lifting his hand from where it rested. “You just sit here and look pretty, the boys will be back soon” His compliments made her nervous, just like they did the first night they met.

Y/N smiled again, not knowing how to respond. Norman nodded, slowly running his hand down her arm before leaving the room. His touch made her feel weak, and she didn’t understand why. However, instead of thinking about it too long, she pretended it didn’t happen and waited for the boys to come back.

After that day, Norman became absolutely obsessed with the girl. His thoughts only of her and what he would do to her if he had the chance. Harry brought her over whenever Peter was there, the two never hanging out alone. Norman wondered if there was a reason why? He found out, through peter, that Harry and Y/N only hung out alone when they were at her apartment. Jealousy swirled throughout him thinking what they could possibly be doing.

The thought of his son touching her made him sick. He knew Harry wouldn’t be able to make her scream like he could. She needed a man with experience, not a boy who doesn't know his lefts from his rights.

“Y/N’s coming over tonight” Harry spoke softly, snapping Norman out of his daze. “Peter has a date with Mary-Jane so it’ll just be her and I tonight” Harry didn’t look up once while talking, fixated on the table in front of him.

Norman smiled, knowing this would be the perfect opportunity to get Y/N alone. “What time?” He asked, his tone neutral.

Harry shrugged, “I think around 8”.

The rest of the day went by quickly, 7:30 displayed on the clock. Harry waited patiently downstairs, perched on the couch. Norman approached his son, determination in his step. “Harry, I need you to down to the store on 4th for me” he spoke confidently and with command.

Harry looked up at his father, eyes frowning. “What? Right now?” He questioned, “Y/N will be here soon”.

“Harry, now” Norman raised his voice, “I’ll greet your friend when she gets here”.

Harry went to protest but he knew where that would lead him. Norman gave him a list of things they didn’t need, knowing this was the only way to get Harry out of the house. Harry mumbled something under his breath before storming out of the house, slamming the front door behind him.

Norman waited upstairs in his office, door ajar so to hear the front door open. Harry had told Y/N to walk in whenever she wanted, no need to knock as he would be waiting downstairs for her, a conversation Norman had overheard a few days previously.

A few moments passed and Norman could hear a soft voice coming from downstairs. “Hello?” Y/N called out, “Harry? Are you home?”.

“Harry’s down the store,” Norman called out, “he’ll be back in an hour or so”. Y/N huffed at the news. She knew Harry was like this, yet she still got annoyed every time it happened.

Norman came out of his office and to the balcony that peered over downstairs, he looked down at Y/N. She was wearing a loose-fitting summer dress, hair framing her face perfectly. “Why don’t you come upstairs and wait until he gets back?” He asked with a smile, “might get a little lonely down there”

Y/N smiled, and although nervous at the thought of spending alone time with Norman by herself, she obliged and made her way upstairs.

Once she made her way to the top of the stairs, Norman guided her into his office. It was exactly how she pictured it. A large wooden desk stood towards the back of the room, two bookshelves stood on either side. A black leather couch to one side and a fish tank on the other, papers neatly stacked everywhere.

Norman walked over to a small bar cart that stood next to the couch, pouring two glasses of bourbon. “Do you drink?” He asked, facing away from Y/N who was standing by the door that Norman had closed behind him.

“Sometimes” she responded, not sure where to look. Her eyes scanned the room, anywhere but the older man before her.

“I understand why Harry kept you away from me” he chuckled, sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine. He shook a step closer, offering her the drink he had just poured. She took the glass with a soft thank you.

She brought the glass to her lips, taking a sip of the brown liquid. It burnt her throat as she swallowed, coughing at the sensation. Norman laughed before taking the glass off her, “maybe bourbon isn’t your drink”.

“Sorry” she whispered, wiping her lips.

Norman smiled, placing both his glass and hers back on the bar cart. “No need to apologise, it’s a strong drink if you’re not used to it” he spoke before taking another sip from his glass.

“Are you sleeping with my son, Y/N?” Norman asked, his eyes looking down at the liquid in his glass.

“I-I’m sorry?” Y/N stuttered, surprised by the question just asked.

Norman placed his glass back down before looking up, eyes locked on Y/N’s. “Let me rephrase,” his voice was low and serious, “has my son ever fucked you?”.

“N-no” Y/N answered honestly, “Harry and I are just friends”.

Norman smiled, “good” he whispered. “I would hate to think you weren’t getting fucked good”. Y/N didn’t know how to react, she tried to think of something to say but her mind was blank.

“Do I make you nervous, Y/N?” He asked, stepping closer to her. Y/N shook her head, worrying if she spoke it would give away that she was lying. Norman chuckled, it was obvious to him how he was making her feel. Powerless.

He was now standing inches away from her, enough for Y/N to be able to smell the bourbon on his breath. He looked down at her, his eyes never leaving hers. Her breathing was uneven, loud enough for him to hear. “You’re so beautiful” he whispered, reaching his hand up to caress her cheek. She melted under his touch, letting out a soft sigh.

His hand quickly moved down to grab her waist, pulling her body into his. She jumped at the roughness of his action, staring up at him with doe eyes. His grip tightened around her, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’m gonna have my way with you tonight, if you’ll let me” the question came off as more a demand, but for some reason, Y/N didn’t mind. She wanted this, although she hadn’t admitted it until now.

She nodded her head in response. Norman's grip tightened again, his lips now inches from hers. “Use your words, daring” he spoke, soft yet dominant.

“Yes, sir” she managed to say, her voice cracking as she spoke.

The way she addressed him made Norman unable to restrain himself any longer. He pressed his lips into hers with force, his tongue already finding its way to hers. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing easier access to their kiss. It became messy quickly, Norman’s hands grabbing at every part of her body that he had access to.

He pushed her back, their lips not breaking until they reached the back wall of the office. Her head hit the wood as he began kissing her neck, a soft sigh left her mouth as he did so. The straps of her dress had fallen off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the older man before her. Norman smiled at the sight, taking one breast into the palm of his hand while he began sucking on the other.

“Norman..” Y/N moaned, the sensation of his tongue on her nipple sending a wave to her core. Suddenly, she felt Norman leaving a soft yet harsh slap across the side of her face. She was embarrassed to admit she liked the pain.

“You’ll address as me Sir tonight, understand?” He commanded, his eyes dark with lust.

“Yes, sir” she responded. Norman smiled down at her, kissing her again.

“Good girl” he praised, caressing the cheek he had slapped just a moment before. “Now, get on your knees” he unbuckled his pants as he spoke, allowing them to drop the floor before pulling out his cock from his boxers.

Y/N complied, almost instantly falling onto her knees before him. She looked up, her eyes level the tip of Norman's cock. The size scared her, knowing she had never been with someone who was so well endowed.

Norman pumped his shaft, grabbing the back of Y/N head to bring her closer to his member. He pulled on her hair, forcing her to look up at him. Another smile appeared across his face, admiring the sight before him. “So beautiful” he whispered, almost too quiet for her to hear.

In one quick motion, Norman loosened his grip around her hair allowing Y/N’s head to fall back down. With his hand still on the back of her head, he pushed her mouth onto his cock. Y/N gagged as it hit the back of her throat, still unable to fit the entire thing in. Norman let out a low growl at the feeling of her wet mouth, eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

He bobbed her head as he grabbed another fistful of her hair in his hand. What Y/N couldn’t fit in her mouth was now placed in her hand, pumping as she swirled her tongue around his shaft. “Good girl” Norman moaned, “such a fucking good little girl”.

Y/N looked up at him with teary eyes that had become wet from the constant hammering of her throat. Her dress had pooled around her waist, exposing her entire upper half. “Touch yourself for me” he spoke, removing her hand off his shaft.

She did as she was told, placing her under her dress and in between her legs. She could feel the wetness that had pooled beneath her as she pulled her underwear to the side. She began rubbing a circle on her clit, allowing the sensation to build slowly.

Norman continued forcing her head down onto his cock, watching as she pleasured herself under him. It was a beautiful sight to him. Tears stained her face as she moaned against his member. Her eyes never left his.

Suddenly, Norman had stepped away. Y/N gasped for air, still sitting half-naked on the floor with her hands under her dress. “Stand up,” he said, taking off the dress shirt that he had still been wearing, exposing his well-toned body.

Y/N, again did what she was told, standing up from the ground which allowed her dress to fully fall off her body. Without prompting, she decided to take off her panties. Norman watched as she did so, mouth agape and drooling like a hungry lion.

He didn’t speak before kissing her, mouth open and hands grabbing her skin. He placed one harsh smack on her left ass cheek. Y/N yelped into their kiss.

“Over on the desk” Norman commanded, pulling away from the girl. He watched as she did so, watching as she sat upon the wooden table. He approached slowly, each footstep sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine. Again, his eyes never left hers.

He leaned down and placed another rough kiss upon her lips as he stood in between her legs. Her body was speaking for her, legs opening wider as their kiss deepened. She was screaming out to be touched.

Norman could tell this, she wasn’t being very subtle when she pulled his body closer to hers allowing his cock to prod her core. He reached down, two fingers slipping into her with ease. She sighed at the small stretch. He didn’t take time with teasing her, he wanted to make her scream with just the touch of his hand.

His fingers curled inside her as he pumped with a rough force. A loud moan escaped Y/N’s lips, allowing their kiss to break. “So fucking wet for me” Norman cooed against her ear, “I could make you cum right now, just with my fingers”.

Her breathing was becoming uneven as she felt herself building up to coming undone. She buried her fingers into Norman's back, bucking her hips against his hand to feel more friction. However, just before she came undone, he had removed his fingers leaving her feeling empty. “But,” he started, “I need to feel you cum around my cock”.

Without any warning, he plunged his member deep inside Y/N’s cunt. A loud moan echoed throughout the room as Y/N felt herself stretch more than she ever had. He didn’t bother with going gentle, he didn’t care to. He needed fuck her, he needed to have his way with her.

His pace was fast and harsh, his hands gripping her waist as he moved her body in time with his rough movements. Y/N’s moans echoed around the room, loud enough for anyone in the house to hear. It was now she glad Harry wasn’t home.

“You like that don’t you?” Norman growled, his hand now gripping tightly around Y/N’s neck. “You like getting fucked like a whore by an older man”.

She didn’t answer, too caught up in the feeling building to bother. Another slap was placed across her cheek, harder than the one before, snapping her out of her daze. “Answer me” Norman almost bellowed, his grip around her neck tightening.

“Yes, sir” she managed to cough, “I love when you fuck me”. She moaned in between her words, “please don’t stop”.

He couldn’t get enough of her, hands grabbing at anything he could. His pace hadn’t changed, constant thrusts of harsh pounding. The motions were driving Y/N crazy, the same pressure from before building up again. She was so close, and something about the way he stared at her like a piece of meat made her almost come undone right there.

But Norman was finished, he wanted more. He needed more. In one quick motion, he had flipped her over onto her stomach, ass facing him. He had pressed himself back into her just as quickly as he had before, hands falling onto her hips as he did so.

Her ass bounced against him, her screams getting louder as the position allowed for his cock to go deeper. He spanked her, multiple times before grabbing at her hair forcing her back to arch. The new angle gave Norman easy access to lean around and rub tight circles upon her sensitive clit.

She couldn’t hold it back any longer and Norman could tell. She was tightening around him, he wanted to feel it. “Cum for me, darling” he growled, “I need to feel you”.

His words drove her over the edge, allowing her body to fully succumb to pleasure. Her cunt pulsated around his cock, feeling herself come undone beneath him.

Norman kept fucking her at the same pace, overstimulating her body. She was now shaking beneath him as he let her body fall forward onto the desk. He was close now. He picked up his pace, sloppily grabbing at her ass as he came inside her with a moan of her name.

He backed away, removing his cock from her dripping cunt. She sighed at the sudden emptiness, almost as if she never wanted him to stop being buried inside her.

Norman admired the sight he had caused, his cum dripping from his son's best friend's pussy. He was proud of himself.

Y/N had turned herself around, leaning to face the man who had just fucked her. Her legs were unstable, needing to rest against the desk for support. “Harry can’t know about this” she spoke softly, causing a deep chuckle to leave Norman's lips.

“Is he really the first thing you thought of after I just fucked the life out of you?” He questioned, picking up Y/N’s dress off the floor and handing it to her. She shrugged as a response, not knowing what to say.

Norman walked towards her again, now clothed as was she. He caressed her cheek as he did before, placing a soft kiss upon her forehead. He was being so gentle as if he wasn’t capable of mercifully fucking someone against the same desk Y/N was still leaning against. “Harry will never know” he whispered with a smile, pushing a stray hair behind her ear.

Y/N cleaned herself up before exciting Norman's office, kissing him before doing so. She walked down the long hallway then made her way downstairs. Her heart stopped when Harry rested on the couch in front of the fireplace.

“Oh, Y/N” he spoke once he saw her, resting his elbow against the armrest.

“Hi, Harry” she coughed, “how long have you been home for?”

He smiled at her, “not long”.

A wave of relief settled over her. She allowed herself to rest comfortably next to her friend, sighing as she did so.

“Y/N?” Harry looked directly at her, eyes fixed on hers with a serious look. “Did you just fuck my dad?”

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the things i would this man to do me

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