#otto x reader x norman

[charliedawn]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And you do ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"EDDIE ! Y/N IS GETTING MARRIED !"

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

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

"EDDIE !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bring back our happiness..."

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

"...Y/N ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wrong answer, Otto."

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

Five years.

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

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

"YOU LEFT ME, COWARD !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[vvaspoppie]

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

Y/N: And why would I?

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

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

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

Harry: You people already know too much about me.

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

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

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

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

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Max Dillon: Looking back, I have no regrets

Y/N: You should

Peter: You should have a lot of regrets

Max: Yup

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

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

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

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

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

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

Otto: You just doodled your wedding invitations.

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

Otto: My mistake.

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

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

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It’s just a spider series coming soon

[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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Dr. Strange

You Deserve To Be Here 💔❤️💦

[cryptid-writing]

[A different kind of hero]

Warnings: electrocution, hospitals, mention of spiders.

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

Chapters: [2] [3] [4]

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[Chapter 1]: The Domino Effect

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Spiders.

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

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

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

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

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

That’s when it all really began.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Such as tonight.

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

For once.. everything was quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Doctor Octavius."

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

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

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

"..N-Not notice what?"

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

“Those funny little arms, Otto.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A sense of anxiety creeping in anticipation of your destination.

Oscorp.

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

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

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

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

Nothing.

Nothing..

Nothing...

Noth-- Ohh my gosh.

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

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

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

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

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

..Claws..?

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Marvel Villians Masterlist

Red Skull/Johann Schmidt x Reader

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

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

Doctor Octopus/Dr Otto Octavius x Reader

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

TBD (Male Reader)

TBD (Female Oc and Male Reader)

Norman Osborne/Green Goblin x Reader

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

Killgrave x Reader

TBD

Doctor Doom x Reader

TBD

Otto Octavius x Norman Osborne

TBD

Doc Oc x She-Hulk

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

All Characters

Preference (ao3)

[edith-hyde]

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

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

NORMAN OSBORN

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

“Y/N? What’s the matter?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

OTTO OCTAVIUS

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

And that mercy came in the form of Otto.

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

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

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

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

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

“If that’s what you want.”

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

“Thanks Otto… you’re the best.”

“If you say so.”

[0tt00ctavius]

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

Otto and Norman with a s/o who is tired

Otto Octavius

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

Norman Osborn

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

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: I think so. See you soon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[wilson-the-gay-oncologist]

Most of the tags I have followed

[wtfhasmy-lifecometo]

A little note from me to you.

Hello all…

To all of you, who have been there from the start, I know there’s not really many there to begin with but those who have, I want to explain a little bit as to why I haven’t written in a hot minute, and to those of you who still have requests, you are my top priority, I still haven’t forgotten about you…

I’ve been going through quite a large amount of changes, i.e jobs, financial, relationship, family, personal projects, and not all do them are bad nor are all of them good either, to say the least, I’ve had plenty of projects/things now piled onto my plate, more than I asked for or wanted in the first place, the military is now a huge part of my life due to my fiancé now being in it, it’s been stressful, my job is on current hiatus, and said things have been taking quite the toll on me lately, and those are the few of the many things that have been stacked on. I really just wish to pass along this message peacefully and I don’t want people thinking that I’ve forgotten or just chose to ignore you, I know that many have said I don’t have to give a reason as to why I’m not writing or taking requests, or even finishing my already put in requests, but I’ve made a promise to you, and I’m going to keep it, it just may take me a while longer than I had intended, and I feel somewhat lost at this current period in time. I’m on a writing burnout, and I never planned for such things to happen, but I also want to make my writing better, the words I use, the phrases, the rhythm of it all basically, and I feel absolute deep remorse for those who have been waiting god knows how long now for me to get to those damn requests and I’m sorry, I really truly am and I don’t know what else to say besides that, I promise to you that your requests/asks are not boring, they’re not lame, they’re not anything bad, I just have felt I’ve lost my touch and I need to work on getting back into it all again. I made myself and you all a promise, and I intend to keep that, it’s not going away, I just need to get back into the hang of things. I love all of you who have decided to stick with me, you are part of my lifeline at this point, and I really appreciate those who haven’t left. Thank you. 🤍

[sitdownlapdog]

Bloody Mary (Octogoblin) fanfiction -1-

Money

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

Love is just a history that they may prove

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

And when you're gone

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

I'll tell them my religion's you

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

When Punktious comes to kill the king upon his throne

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

I'm ready for their stones

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

I'll dance dance dance,

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

With my hands hands hands,

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

Above my head head head,

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

Like Jesus said

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

I'm gonna dance, dance, dance

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

With my hands, hands, hands above my head

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

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

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

I won't cry for you

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

I won't crucify the things you do

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

I won't cry for you

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

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

“You have been?” 

Love

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

We are not just art for Michelangelo to carve

“Sir that’s a- a honor…”

He can't rewrite the aggro of my furied heart

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

I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold

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

J'veux pas mourir toute seule

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

I'll dance, dance, dance

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

With my hands, hands, hands

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

Above my head, head, head

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

Like Jesus said

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

I'm gonna dance, dance, dance

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

With my hands, hands, hands above my head

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

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

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

I won't cry for you

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

I won't crucify the things you do

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

I won't cry for you

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

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

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

Love

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

Gaga, Gaga

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

Gaga, Gaga (_)

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

Dum dum, da-di-da

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

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

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

I won't cry for you

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

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

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

I won't cry for you

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

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

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

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

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

Líberate, mi amor

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

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

[cryptid-writing]

[A different kind of hero]

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

info: Tension grows as anxiety rises.

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

Chapters: [1] [2] [3]

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[Chapter 4]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was sick of it.

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

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

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

“I’ll give them to him.”

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

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

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

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

Silence again.. but then--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stops.

"It's you."

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

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

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

“YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!”

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

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

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

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

“CONSIDER THIS A MERCY--!”

“What the--?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"JUST LEAVE ME BE!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Otto Octavius tag list:

@imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky

[tarjapearce]

Ok, ok, ok, hear me out….

Tarzan Miguel…

Ahh, nonny. Casually just saw this scrumptious fanart of him as Tarzan by @Miuworm in X 🫠. And yeah. (Kinda amazed at how you guys manifest these things 🤭)

Like Me

Tarzan! Miguel O'Hara x Reader.

WARNINGS: nothing too bad. Depictions of violence, a bit of implicit gore and animal death. No proofread.

Summary: Your savior from a certain death is quite touchy-feely.

Another for Miguelverse ❤️✨

The furious waves of the sea clashed over your body, submerging it in the freezing and alive water.

Arms moved, swimming your way back up, gasping for a much needed gulp of air as soon as you reached the surface.

Peeking around you, trying to find something to get a hold of or climb on, exhaustion was crawling up to your limbs, like hypothermia.

Fuck

Mind cursed with every foul word you could've imagine. How did trip ended up like this? In what moment the clouds turned so grey they darkened the sky, announcing a downpour with a loud rumble? It all took minutes to go sour and south.

You were there to do a land recognition, and see if you could get home some new species. Sergei Kravinoff, or Kraven The Hunter, was the lead of your expedition, all financed by a man named Kingpin.

Your name was called, echoed in the distance.

"Over here!!" You flailed your arms in an attempt of being seen, and hopefully the debris wouldn't blear their sight to find you.

You swam in the direction of the voice, teeth clattered, tool belt heavy on your hips, but you knew if you lost them, any possible chance of getting another were impossible. Plus, Kraven hated it when you lost your equipment as they weren't cheap.

Every paddle of your arms felt heavier, like if your wrists had been tied up with iron pounds, dragging you down. Lips turned blue and trembled. Salty and cold water doused you, but you weren't to give up.

You had fought your way to get a spot in this expedition and a pathetic ending like drowning wasn't an option. You spotted a wooden board floating nearby.

C'mon!

Your hands stretched towards it anf finally managed to keep yourself afloat. Panting, groaning and shivering, letting the cold to finally sink in. Feet had started to numb out, ragged breaths turned laborious.

Once more someone called you, this time you recognised the voice. Peter, the other nerd according to Kraven. You two were the ones selected to be the scientist that would lead Kraven to a certain victory in Nueva York.

Ever since Norman Osborn and Otto Octavius had discovered new species of spiders and reptiles, everyone proclaimed them geniuses ahead of their time, leaving the hunting behind.

Kraven was set into getting either a new species or something alike to regain his forlorn glory. He refused to be forgotten.

But everything pointed that the island you were now had a mind of its own. As if preventing anyone to delve in further into it's secrets.

You were pulled out from the board by Peter that immediately covered you up in a raggedy blanket. Despite the fabric being old, it gave you enough warmth to avoid death taking a hold on you.

Kraven cursed in russian, but was hopeful y'all be found soon. The ship's black box was ruined, your luggage at least was minimal, and it was enough to be saved by ether Peter or anyone kind enough.

A powerful and enormous wave had turned the boat upside-down. Knocking everything loose out of the board. The guns and other tools were the only things that survived.

But, you hoped, the whole fiasco was just temporary. Fisk wasn't a careless man, he'd probably send help soon. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting your bones to freeze.

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You woke up nearby the makeshift fireplace, relishing the heat your body had lacked. Clothes were humid, but no longer soaked and freezing.

Sighing, you stirred awake, letting the tension leave your body with a groan.

"Hey, wake up." Peter approached, concern etched into his features as he helped you on your feet.

"Where's everyone?"

"I... We uh, got lost. One moment Kraven is here and the other he's not. Left us behind. Or, he also got lost."

"Kraven? Lost?" Peter could sense the deadpan in your voice and he sighed, exasperated.

"I'm just trying to light up the mood. He was pissed. So I assume that he just thought he'd do it himself." He shrugged and you sighed, rubbing your neck.

"Great! now we're lost, my luggage is nowhere to be found but at least we have tools, right?"

The faltering in Peter's face made yours to fall as he shook his head.

"God, I swear... Fuck him. If I'm discovering something, Ain't sharing with him!"

"Let's focus on surviving first. The soil is rich, meaning the jungle is nearby."

"And so is the wild life." You sighed and Peter groaned.

"Look, thinking negatively won't take us anywhere. I'm not saying either let's throw a party for being stuck in an unknown place. But we gotta move. It's about to get dark."

"Right... You're right" You rubbed your face, exhausted, at least you weren't freezing anymore. But being at Nature's mercy wasn't pretty either, yet again. You were selected by none other than Sergei. If he trusted your judgement to be valuable enough, why couldn't you?

With a new resolution in mind, you took the raggedy blanket and other little tools Peter managed to salvage and soon ventured yourselves in the thickness of the jungle.

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Sun had long disappeared in the sky leaving a faint trail of golden and orange in the clouds, and you were certain that it had been hours since you walked in the jungle. No signs of Kraven or the caravan of people.

No signs of society or at least his stupid russian jokes that you were sure people laughed at by sheer convenience.

The only advantage Kraven possessed in his favor, was him being an avid hunter. You only studied species, animals and flowers to be more precise, and had a little knowledge of mechanics. Enough to fix your own machines and trinkets. Peter was an expert in mechanics and soil. You followed him.

"I think I've seen that rock before" Peter sighed as he slouched against a tree.

"Don't say that, Parker." You wheezed as you followed him, resting your aching back against him. "I'm definitely finding some poison and put it on Kraven's drink."

"Relax. Without us he's going into unknown territory."

"In case you haven't noticed, he's a professional hunter. And I hate with passion skirts."

The distant rumble of a storm approaching echoed through the sky.

"A hunter, not a geologist. He acts like an animal to get animal bodies."

"Still, he knows his way around these places, Pete."

"Shooting things till they're dead isn't knowing about things"

Peter stood and offered his hand.

"Uh-uh I just sat down."

"We gotta at least go upwards. This area is prone to flooding."

With a vexed groan you took Peter's hand and he pulled you up. You were tired of walking, but if he said you needed to advance, you obeyed.

"Fuck..."

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Despite the soaking rain pouring around you, Peter had found an amalgamation of trees and branches supported by a hollow tree.

Birds chirped and cawed, bugs joined the concert once the rain subsided, the distant flapping of the birds and the rustle of leafs prevented you from lowering your guard. The only comforting thing besides Peter's company was the petrichor smell, pungent in the air.

You'd spend hours inhaling the gift of nature, if it wasn't for your belly grumbling, and Peter had ran out of cashews.

Even crickets sounded tempting to eat. With the right spices, they tasted crunchy. But all you could do was to imagine their taste as it was time to move again.

"Knowing Kraven, he'd go up to the mountains, probably they've sent a camp nearby a river. So let's look for one."

"Yeah, even better so I can drown that fucker in. He better pay us good for this stupid prank."

Peter chuckled and looked around for a minute, his blue eyes narrowed upon setting his sight in a tree trunk. Broken in half, but what truly made his... whatever this unpleasant feeling to rise within was the vicious marks indented on the tree bark.

Powerful scratches filled with bloody chum and crimson liquid, paw like marks painted in the trunk. The source of such gruesome spectacle laid in whatever pieces was left a couple of inches away.  He could make out a tail, and small hind legs. A baby monkey, or rather half of it.

"Uh... We better hurry."

Peter swallowed, and the urgency in his tone only made your worry to shoot heavenwards.

You both walked, speeding up the step. Unaware of the keen eyes, hidden in the bushes that followed your every moves like a hawk. A low growl filled in the space he occupied.

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You were certainly to die.

Undeniably, and it didn't matter how fast you managed to run, the jaguar quick paced trotting had you pushing your limits. Tears blurred your sight, as a garbled sob escaped your lips.

Scratches adorned your arms, decorating your flesh with fresh oozing wounds, dirt and leafs stuck to your marred flesh.

Chest heaved with deep and ragged pants, wobbly legs menaced to give in under the pressure at any second

You were going to die.

Even though life had been incredibly dull and the only comfort was your investigation, you didn't want it to end so soon. Not whenyou were about to accomplish a promise to yourself.

Peter had gone lost and separated once the chase began. One minute he was before you, and the other, your friend was gone, out of sight and reach. But the relentless giant feline behind you preferred you. An easy prey.

Your wails and cries for help fell upon deaf ears, who would listen to you in the middle of the jungle? For once you wished to have Kraven's gun expertise.

You didn't care if hypocrite defined you right now. You took a thick branch, swinging it with difficulty and pain at the euphoric beast, like a demotivated baseball player. But the jaguar's claws swatted the useless weapon away from your hands, and making you stumble on the ground.

This was it.

Oh God, oh my god, no, no no

The animal pounced and by instinct, you shielded your body with your shaky limbs. But no harm came.

You could feel the beast's warm and bloodthirsty breath on your head, snapping it's maws at you, desperately trying to reach for a bite of your supple flesh.

Eyes wide in horror, and disbelief. The jaguar was held by his tail, earning whoever that was holding it back from devouring you a couple of swings with it's sharp claws. But the animal was set into getting to you. It pounced on your boots, claws sinking on the back of hour ankles, earning a sobbing and painful wail.

A gruesome crack and a roar echoed behind you, and only then you were able to see your savior.

The tallest man you've ever seen, even taller than Kraven, strong and well built physique, a rich tanned skin full of scratches and long healed wounds. Hair long, reaching a bit past his shoulders, muscles that heaved and rippled in every breathing you did. Body hair etched beautifully in his skin.

Covered in nothing but a loincloth.

If it wasn't for you being at the death's gates, you'd take your time to study him.

You gasped as he held the oversized cat with his hands and slammed it on the ground. They circled eachother, shifting between the roles of hunter and prey.

The feline hissed, and the man returned the threat, a cold sweat ran down your spine upon watching two overgrown canines, on his mouth. Fangs. He had fangs. Brown eyes stared at the four legged monster, defying it.

And soon the jaguar took his invitation. The two majestic creatures fought, enraged, proving their prowess to eachother, disputing the role of Alpha within the jungle's hierarchy. They rolled on the ground, biting and clawing at eachother.

With a lurid snap the man cracked the beast's neck, earning an agonizing wail from the mean cat. He staggered before slamming his fist on the animal, forcing the last breaths out of the beast.

His nose flared, proudly, while his hands slammed his chest.

Terror was still taking a hold of you, and there was nothing you could use as a weapon. Your hands braced your shoulder as you tried to carefully stand, but your clumsy feet stepped in a branch, snapping it in half, like the jaguar's neck. Brown eyes were immediately on you.

You swallowed hard.

He approached, hunched and prowling over, his knuckles and toes supported his hulking frame.

"S-Stop!"

He quirked an eyebrow, curious and within seconds he was before you.

Breath hitched on your throat, face so close to yours, he could feel your breath blowing on his chin.

You hissed as he took a hold of your arm, examining the damage. There wasn't rage in his features but nothing more than untampered curiosity.

His hands reached for your hair, sniffing the strands, you couldn't help but giggle when his nose hovered over your head, sniffing you, a bad moment to be ticklish, really.

Breath caught again as his nose nuzzled your neck.

"W-Wai-" His fingers prodded at your lips, rubbing the calloused thumbs on your soft mouth. A satisfied grunt rumbled in his firm and hairy chest

He toyed with your face, examining it with child like wonder. He turned, prodded and licked your cheeks, reminiscing in your taste with a confused look.

"U-uh, sir-"

What is he doing? oh god.

He hunched even closer to rest his ear on your chest. Heart pumping violently inside your ribcage, eyes darted towards the covered mounds, he sank his face in between them, taking a deep inhale. A low growl came from within and your cheeks flared in a deep flush.

Oh shit, shit

His hands cupped your mounds, sending a shiver through your body, but you slapped his hand away. He looked taken aback before baring his teeth to you.

"No!" You covered your chest and backed away, but his nose flared to then grab your head and placed it on his chest a tad forcefully. Warm and plush skin met yours. You gulped again.

Powerful echoes boomed through his chest.

The natural musk of him tickled your senses, his hands roamed your lower back and your alarms flared.

"H-hey, hey!"

He pulled your feet up, sending you tumbling backward, skirt rolling down your thighs, exposing your legs to him.

You tried to cover your skin by gathering your skirt up. His nose again sniffled as your wriggled underneath him. Hands prodding and picking at your toes, earning a clumsy giggle

His touch was like molten lava, it sent a shudder down your spine.

His fingers were having a good feel of your flesh, as if confirming you were real.

With each discovery his interest only grew. He then cupped your face again, smooshing your cheeks together, giving a deliberate lick on your lips.

"T-The polite thing to do is to take me out before that happens!" You mumbled nervously while trying to get yourself free.

His eyes narrowed once more as he lifted up your skirt completely, revealing your panties.

It gave you little to no time to prepare you for his next move. He sunk his face in between your thighs taking a good whiff of your scent, another pleasant growl came from him, by reflex, your hand slapped him. And this made him look at you, confused but clearly upset while holding his cheek.

"No! Stop it!" You warned while gathering your skirt underneath your knees and pointing at him. Cheeks impossibly red

He seemed to understand as he crouched before you. Muscular thighs flexing as he sat, mimicking your actions.

"Uh, uh. No. Don't do that"

"Uh Uh, No. Don't do that"

He repeated with the same authoritarian tone. Voice surprisingly rich and alluring. Your eyes went wide.

"You can speak!"

He repeated like a parrot.

"Can... Can you understand me?"

His brows furrowed then quirked. He was about to come up with a reply when the rustling and your name being called echoed behind the foliage.

"Over here!!!" You shouted, this alarmed the man as he stood, backing up from you with a mistrustful glare.

"Wait! No no! Don't go!" Your hands wriggled, but it was futile.

He left before anyone could see him. Climbing the trees like it was another playground game, until he disappeared out of sight.

None other than Kraven showed up, machete on hand, swinging it the weeds and plants that dared to cross his way.

A shit eating smirk plastered on his face.

"See? I told you, she'd be fine." Kraven patted Peter's shoulder as they kept moving to find a perfect spot for the camp.

Kraven crouched to where the jaguar's body laid and looked at you.

"What happened?"

"I... don't know. I-I panicked. Was running from a snake and I found that there."

Sergei just hummed, as he watched the body, eyes raking the feline's carcass before beckoning two of his men closer.

"Skin him. Don't have this type yet."

Kraven took a deep inhale. Death's stench sparking alive the hunter in him.

"Whatever killed it, needs to be in my personal collection of trophies."

Peter in the meantime cleansed your wounds with water, to then apply some clean bandages on them.

The whole group moved, upwards to the mountains.

"What the heck happened!?" he whispered aggressively

You made sure for Kraven to be within a reasonable distance to speak again.

"You won't believe me if I'd tell you."

Cause in truth, how would you explain a man, taller than Sergei, killed with his bare hands a wild animal and got way too touchy with you but is able to speak?

The road was long. You had time

Peter sensed your discomfort and pressed no further. However, the feeling of being watched never waned. It was the group, against the jungle's secrets.

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