If you're posting on mobile, try :readmore: in its own text block/paragraph and hit enter! It won't stick if it's the first text block, so I usually like to put my read more after the first paragraph of the chapter! If you're on computer, you'll need to hit enter to create a new line, and by hovering over the icons you can hit the icon that looks like a ripped page. Tumblr is super broken in regards to these features ^^; and thank you for answering! I might be back to do a bit of reading 👀
Thank you so much for explaining that I haven't been able to find an answer in years-
Hi I'm really sorry if this sounds rude, but woukd you consider using read mores on fics longer than 400 words? I'll be honest I was going to save a fic of yours to read because it sounded FACINATING but seeing the lack of the read mores just instantly killed my jam
I'd love to but I haven't been able to figure it out-
Oh, the Misery (Green Goblin and Norman Osborn/Reader) Ch.1
Gobbies a real creep and Norman is trying his best.
This was the most important job of your entire life, and you weren't about to give it up for anything. You couldn't afford too. One needed money to pay for their bills, and boy did Oscorp make that a hell of a lot easier than most dead-end jobs out there. It had been the hardest application process that you had ever gone through, maybe that anyone could ever go through, but you triumphed in the end and landed the job! Working for years to make an impact on your peers, as well as your higher-ups, it was a safe assumption to say that you were well liked among them all. Sure there were the normal fights and disagreements, but for the most part nobody had a complaint when it came to you or your behavior. That's why you were trusted with the more important tasks, and why you were given that promotion. Basically becoming Mr.Osborns personal assistant had its perks, but it also meant having less free time. While the man did his best to keep things fair for each and every one of his employees, there was only so much he could do but you never complained. Not once. No matter how many late nights you spent in your office, no matter how much sleep you lost, no matter how many coma inducing galas you had to attend too, all you did was smile and promise to get it done as soon as possible. Mr.Osborn had to much on his plate as it was and you wanted to lesson the weight on his shoulders as much as you could, even though the man himself was stubborn and insisted on doing most of it himself.
That's what lead you to being the last one in the building that night, having been there well passed closing working on a pile of paperwork that had been having a standoff with you for the passed few days. Stretching as you leaned back in your chair as you finally tamed the beast, a yawn left you before you were standing and gathering them up into your arms. Stepping out from being your desk, your feet moved on autopilot towards your bosses office as your muddled brain struggled to keep functioning. Stifling another yawn as you came to the outside of the dark wooden door, you had just been about to open it when something met your ears. Was he still here? It was well passed ten o'clock, what could he possibly be doing here this late?! Just about to open the door and demand answers, the tone in his voice had your hand hovering over the doorknob. It sounded like he was arguing with someone, his tone hushed but just loud enough to be made out from your proximity to the door, but you couldn't hear the other end. Was Mr.Osborn on the phone?
"I said no!" Norman hissed to a voice only he could hear, standing behind his desk with his hands pressed up against the glass as he glared out the window.
You know I'm right!
"I will not stand here and listen to this." he grumbled with a shake of his head, normally perfect hair now messy, "There is nothing you can say to convince me otherwise, that is not going to happen. I don't care what you say, I won't allow it!" Norman flinched back as the voice cackled in the back of his head, clearly finding his refusal amusing to say the least.
What's wrong, little Norman~? Scared to admit you want to fuck that pretty little assistant of yours into submission? Scared to admit that every time they get close, you feel like some teenager with his first crush? Unsure how to act? Barely able to keep from getting an-
"Just leave me alone-"
"Mr.Osborn?"
Oh, no...
Spinning on his heel, wide blue eyes take in your form as you walk into his office with a worried expression and a stack of papers in your arm, "(Name), what are you still doing here? I-I thought you'd gone home by now." Norman offered a smile, though it didn't quite meet his eyes, while smoothing out his suit before turning to his hair.
"I was just finishing up some paperwork... Are you alright, sir? You sounded like you were arguing with someone a moment ago?" You murmur, glancing around as if someone else would be there aside from the two of you. At the very least, he should be holding a phone! Yet, there was nothing. Not a single thing to indicate that man had been speaking to another living soul moments prior aside from what your own ears had heard.
"Sir-"
"I'm perfectly fine, no need to worry yourself about me." the man offered up a chuckle, eyes honed in on the door as you closed it with your heel and moved over to his desk to set the papers down, "Thank you for finishing these, please go home and get some rest. You've been here far to long for one day." Norman needed you out and he needed it now. With how riled up Goblin had been getting throughout their argument, it was all the man could do to keep him in control! That parasite wanted out, wanted control, and Norman was struggling to keep it for your own safety. Oh, if only you knew the kind of danger you were in.
"Mr.Osborn, sir, I don't think I should-"
"Oh, sweet thing, you don't need to think~."
Your eyes widened as you watched your boss speak, but that sure as hell didn't sound like him. Not one bit. "Sir, are you alright?" Maybe he was sick? Maybe you needed to get him to a hospital? Had he been working himself so hard lately that it was beginning to mess with his mind? There was no way on Earth your boss would ever call you something like that normally!
"No!" he snapped, a hand on his forehead while the other rested on the desk Norman now used to hold up his weight, "You need to get out! I'm n-not- I can't- He's to strong..." The man grunted in pain, hunching over as his hair fell from its position once more and added to the air of struggle that had settled in around him.
"Mr.Osborn, I'm taking you to the hospital." You'd seen enough. Walking briskly towards the man, the only reason you stopped dead in your tracks was because the air in the room grew heavy. It grew deadly. Something was wrong. Head tilting a bit as the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, everything in you was screaming for you to run out of that room and not stop until you reached the safety of your car. Why? It was just Mr.Osborn! The man had never been anything but kind and polite, a gentle man that would do anything it took to help mankind! So why were your instincts suddenly acting as if the man was some sort of beast about to tear your insides out?
Tap.
Tap, tap.
Tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap.
Honing in on the source of the sound, you realized your boss had started tapping his fingers against the wood underneath them. He had seemed so tense moments ago, so ready to bolt, but now? Not he seemed like whatever fog had been behind his eyes was now cleared away. However, that minor bit of hope you felt died in your chest as his head tilted up to look at you. Taking a half step back, there were several things wrong with the picture before you. The bags under his eyes were dramatically prominent, even from a distance, but Mr.Osborns eyes were no longer that gentle shade of blue.
Instead they were venomous green, the same color branching out in fading spiderwebs around those horrible eyes.
"Mr.Osborn?" You heard yourself whisper, voice trembling as your body forced another backwards step.
"Norman isn't available right now, but I can take a message~." That same voice from before spoke, a feral grin taking up his features as he stood to his full height. Hair a mess, shoulders squared back with a new form of confidence, he stepped out from behind the desk and began to stalk towards you. Oh, it was so precious how you backed away from him. Cowering before him as your little mind tried to put the puzzle pieces together, only to come up with a jumbled image.
"Mr.Osborn, this isn't funny-" You squeaked, the cold barrier of the door suddenly pressing against your back as you ran out of room.
"What did I just say?!" The man snarled, baring his teeth as if he were an animal as his hands slammed on the door next to either side of your head, "Come now, honey, I know you're a better listener than that~. That worm isn't here, now we get to play. Oh, I've been watching you for so long, waiting for this moment! Waiting for him to slip up enough when the two of you were all alone, it was only a matter of time." Suddenly calm, he caged you in as he was finally able to get a proper good look at you. You were just as lovely as you had been when that fool was in control, but now he could feel you. He could smell you. Someday soon, he'd taste you. The thought of you splayed out underneath him, a squirming and whimpering mess, was enough to draw a crazed titter from the man.
This wasn't Norman- it couldn't be! Sure the man had an odd sense of humor at times but this was never something he'd pull! So what was going on? What was making your boss act like this? "I don't understand..." Your voice was a soft mutter, confusion clear in your voice as the two of you locked gazes. God, those eyes...
"You and I are gonna have a little chat, dearie~." Goblin snickered, his grin showing off suddenly sharp looking canines, "You see, I can't have you leaving us. Leaving me. Norman doesn't understand what it takes to be a man, but that isn't what this is about. This is about you. About us. So here's the deal: I'm going to let you in on our little secret~." Once he did that, you'd never be allowed to leave. Not if you wanted a safe existence for you and your loved ones.
"Se-Secret?" You parroted, heart pounding in your ears as the man who had once been your boss loomed over you.
"You're a smart cookie, I'm sure you've heard of Green Goblin by now." He had been all over the news more than a few times after all, "Well, congrats honey, you're looking at him~! Who would've thought your meek little worm of a boss could be a villain? That serum of his had a nasty little setback, one that he wishes he could get rid of. Oh, but I'm the one doing the work. Giving him everything he's ever wanted, taking what we deserve!" The man snapped, baring his teeth as a sudden wave of anger took over. Blinking a bit as he watched you shrink back, Goblins head slowly tilted to the side as his green eyes seemed to flash briefly. Oh, you looked so tasty when you were scared~.
"So here's the deal, sweetcheeks." Goblin continued, a hand gripping your jaw to yank it up and force eye contact, "You're staying here, so we can keep an eye on you. We can't have you telling anyone about us, now can we~? Oh, but don't worry, so long as you behave you'll be just fine. I'd never hurt my little pet unless you begged me to do it, and someday you will." A giggle left him that quickly built into a full blown cackle, and you'd had enough.
Shoving the man -Goblin- back, your body spun around and before you knew it the office was far behind you. Practically running for your life, the only things you could hear were the sound of your footfalls and the mad cackling that faded into the distance.
Something's on Docs mind and his AI indends to correct a user error.
~AFAB!Reader, gender neutral pronouns with female genitalia terms~
Ayo, babies first Doc Ock fanfic but boy do we love that DILF.
I'll be usin' my own headcanons for the AI, please don't come for me. I made them WAY before I knew Alfred names the actuators because a me and a friend needed somethin' to call them for an RP, and it stuck.
Next chapter will contain NSFW content.
Bestie Tag: @kryptidkhan
Somewhere along the way you found yourself being roped into a particular Doctors schemes, life was funny like that. One moment you're minding your own business, the next you're helping a super villain find -and steal- materials from your job for an upgrade needed to the actuators. Somehow now a days, the norm for you would be a metal limb snatching you up out of the blue; be it as a hostage or to help him aquire more parts. Most likely both. He never did just ask, Otto had to be a little drama queen about it and force his hand on the matter or kidnap you entirely! It was startling how use to the man you were becoming, but there was nothing you could do about it. Not even a little. Yet, you were finding it harder and harder to complain about the encounters you both shared. Every time you heard the tale tell sounds of a certain someone stalking your way, your heart kicked it into high gear in a different way than it once had.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Your eyes snapped to the middle space on the far off wall as your ears picked up the sound of those heavy claws making their way along the building. All to suddenly an eery silence filled the void around you before it was replaced by the sound of glass shattering, prying a startled scream passed your lips. Spinning towards the sound of the break in, you were now face to face with the man -and machine- that had just busted into the office. Scrambling away, the back of your thighs bumped into the edge of your bosses desk as the criminal was lowered onto his own two feet and took a few steps forwards. "My, my, aren't we working a little late? Surely you have something better to be doing than loitering around your bosses office after hours~." He was mocking you. Otto stood there mocking you, yet you couldn't bring yourself to be angry. Not when his voice sounded like that. A low rumbling hum that vibrated through your chest and sank straight down to the pit of your stomach.
Focus! Now wasn't the time for one of those insane day dreams, this was real life! Real dangerous life that could more than easily rip you apart should it feel like it... "I was just leaving." You manage to state, taking a step to the side as if to prove your words true but didn't get very far. Jolting back as a claw slammed into the ground next to you, the thick metal actuator it was attatched to now blocking your escape route, the damn thing chittered as if it found you amusing. Shit. Well, so much for that plan.
"Oh, I'm sure you were. However, we need you for our own little 'overtime' of our own before you vanish off into the night." The large man hummed, "You're going to get us into that lab, there's a few schematics I need to look at. I'm sure you already know which, you've got a good head on your shoulders." It was an odd sort of compliment coming from a man like Doctor Octopus, but it wasn't one you were about to question. The clinking and shifting of metal pulled your attention back to the actuator as it pulled itself back up and towards its creator, the claw open wide and swiveling from time to time as it watched you.
Right. Best not make them wait...
Taking the hint to start moving, you turned and began to lead him from your bosses office. Why the criminal hadn't just broken in and snatched them himself, you weren't sure. Doc Ock was more than capable of doing this himself, you knew that much for a fact! All of the stories and videos of the man ripping cars apart as if they were nothing more than Legos, told you he would have no issue at all getting passed the security with brute force alone. If he didn't wish to do so, that AI of his could easily hack its way into the security and have everything open and ready for the taking in no time, so why? Why did he continuously seek you out and force you to aid him? Was it for some sort of sick amusement? Was he bored? Maybe the man just liked stoking his own ego, some sort of weird control thing?
That AI seemed to be getting a kick out of it at the very least, that was for sure. After the third encounter with the mad scientist, you found yourself being hauled back to his hideout as 'insurance'. The question just slipped out without you meaning it too after the second hour of silence aside from his quiet muttering, the question of if that thing had a name. It was sentient, you and the rest of the world knew that much, so Otto had to call it something didn't he? Apparently, it named itself. Or rather, she named herself. Sentient Attack Mechanism, or S.A.M. for short. You were almost impressed, and might've been if it hadn't been for the fact that S.A.M. had been coiled around you in a death grip that left bruises along your body for a month.
Being pulled from your thoughts as a claw was placed on your far shoulder, almost like a hand that lead you down the winding hallways towards the correct door, you were once again reminded just how much smaller you were. It was also probably done to insure you didn't try running again, you had found out the hard way that wouldn't work. Your jaw still ached at the memory of your legs being swept out from under you as a claw grabbed onto your ankle, dragging you back towards the looming figure it was attached too. Using your keycard, the large sliding door opened in an enviting manner before you were shoved inside. Managing to catch yourself with only a minor stumble, you shot the claw a look before closing the distance between you and the main computer in that particular lab. "Seems someone's in a mood today, isn't she?"
"This was entirely her idea, S.A.M. insisted on doing it tonight." Why, the doctor wasn't sure but he chose not to question her. The sooner they got things done, the better.
Because this is the easiest path to our goal. Besides, don't act as if you aren't excited to see our little pet. I know you better than that, Octavios~.
"Of course it was." You muttered with a slight shake of your head, already booting up the server and logging on. This would all be over soon, you just needed to keep telling yourself that. Just get him what the man wanted, and you'd be free to go home. Hopefully... Ignoring the heated feeling of his eyes as Otto towered behind you, your fingers floated along the keys as you tried to ignore the sound of your own pulse in your ears. Had it always been so hot in that lab? The A.C. worked just fine, in fact the room was rather chilly at the current moment, yet you felt as if the heat had been turned up drastically.
"Stop." The word was said suddenly, causing you to freeze in your place as your eyes widened a bit. Looking at the screen, it seemed to be some sort of blueprints for add ons. Otto probably wanted them as a base for whatever he was trying to add to S.A.M. but you weren't about to start asking questions.
Such an obedient little thing, aren't they? So good at taking orders.
That got a pause from the man. Dark eyes turning from the glowing screen down to you, slowly traveling along your body from under his sunglasses. He would be lying if the man said it didn't do something to him whenever you complied, but Otto wasn't foolish enough to believe that you were doing it because you wanted too. Because you felt like it. No, you were only doing as you were told so you'd survive. His mind began to wander with a little prodding from his AI, drifting onto the order topics you would be good at taking orders in. How easily would you listen to him if your life weren't on the line? Would you still be quick to please, or would you grow stubborn? Oh, Otto had no qualms handling brats-
Growling a bit, the rumbling sound coming from deep within his chest, the man gave you a little shove and soon stood where you once had been. Moving over the keys with purpose, a few claws turned to face you. Clicking emitted from the actuators as they slowly hovered towards you, pausing just a foot away from your face once you were stuck between them and the lab table. Claws rotating as glowing red lights took in your on edge expression, the camera feed was directed into the Doctors minds eye causing him to pause.
Head tilting as the man saw through his creation, the man took in your fearful expression. Why did he like it? Seeing you so weak against him? Watching you cower before him as if he were an angry God. Oh, he liked that. Being treated the way he deserved. Being feared and respected. Otto would love nothing more than to see you down on your knees at his feet-
"Just what do you think you're doing, S.A.M.?" The man hissed through his teeth, the remaining two claws coming to hover near either side of his head. Tilting his head a this way and that, the man listened to his machine speak to him from the back of his mind.
Oh, come now, we both know you've been thinking of them. It's becoming a problem, Otto. You've been dreaming of having them all to yourself, of keeping them.
"I have not!" He snapped, "You're talking nonsense, S.A.M., that isn't-"
Oh, no? So you haven't lost sleep over them? You haven't dreamed of them? You haven't touched yourself to the thought of them? How many times have you made yourself cum thinking about what it would feel like to fill them, Octavius?
The Doctor choked a bit, a blush spreading across his cheeks at the memories of his actions. "Just what are you getting at? Out with it!" He snapped, turning to glare daggers at a claw with his teeth bared in a snarl.
Make them yours, Otto. They want you too, can't you see it? Haven't you noticed? Come now, think about it~.
Well, if he really did think back on it there were signs... The way your cheeks would always turn a lovely shade of red if he got to close or touched your face. The way you seemed to grow weak in the knees if he crowded into your space. How many times had Otto felt your racing pulse under his fingers? How often had the man watched you gaze at him, completely unaware that Otto had caught you red handed?
Giving a nod to himself, the man pushed back from the computer and was suddenly before you. Your gazes locked as you leaned back a bit more, the heat radiating off of the man making you uncomfortable in your own clothing. "Wa-Was that not what you needed?" Your voice was soft, a bit of a waver to it as you began to fear he was upset.
The man didn't speak as he towered over you, a gloved hand coming up to remove his sunglasses and handed them over to a claw. Watching as the dangerous metal delicately folded the glasses and tucked them away, your head was tilted up by thick leather as Otto gripped your jaw. What was happening? What was he doing? He'd never been this close for this long before, unless it was to threaten you of course. Heart thudding a mile a minute beneath your ribs, you couldn't help but wonder what was going on behind those dark brown eyes.
"You've been such a good little pet." He murmured, voice low and thoughtful as his thumb brushed along your bottom lip, "I can't help but wonder how good you can continue to be for me. Shall we find out?" Ottos voice was almost a purr as he spoke to you, smirking as he watched your cheeks turn that lovely shade of red.
"Wh-What?" You couldn't believe what he was saying, or what you assumed he was saying.
Taking a few steps back, the man didn't give you much time to question him further. "Get on your knees." The statement caught you off guard, making you swallow hard as your eyes scanned him for any sort of tell. Any sort of trick. However, the heat behind those dark eyes was quick to smother any questions you might have. Oh no, he was serious. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you found yourself unable to deny the man. How strange, anyone else would be terrified out of their mind and begging to be left alone but you? You found yourself right where Otto wanted you.
The requests are still in my inbox and I will be writing those that I can, when I can, but I've been lacking the drive to write for Egos. (As I'm sure y'all can tell) However, I do have other fandoms that I write for and will be adding a few of my other stories that I've got going on over on A03 to my Tumblr. Be safe out there y'all, feel free to shoot me an ask/request if you're in any of the fandoms listed in the tags.
heyo! i was wondering if you did headcanons on yancy?? i’m in the mood for some hurt/comfort, so i might be sending in a request soon. i love your writing btw!!!
Sure do!
Yancy has trouble sleeping outside of his cell...
Let's be real, the dude probably has nightmares.
He won't say of what, but he does.
Probably or hurting you...
He IS a murderer after all!
You have to assure him he wouldn't do that, that he had gone through the system and is starting over with you.
Sometimes he doesn't buy it though...
He just loves you so much!
He loved his parents (in a different way sure but still love) and he killed them because-
Because...
He didn't want to think about what might happen if he got to out of hand...
You knew he wouldn't though!
Blanket burrito cuddles and sappy old black and white movies helped calm him.
Don't forget the ice cream!
He's a SUCKER for Rocky Road with Carmel~!
As tough as he looks and acts...he's like...the BIGGEST softie.
Borderline lazy house cat when he's being comforted.
Head on your lap, sprawled out as you play with his hair and make him feel safe and at home...
Do you plan on continuing the "Come Closer" series? I really like it, I think it's very well written. You're a truly talented author. Best of wishes <3
Aw, thanks dude! I sure do, I just need to remember how to write lmao. Writers block is a killer~.
Do you happen to have an Ao3 account? If not I think I may found someone that reposted a couple of your stories on there. It’s the user Crisp_Fossil.But if that’s you then ignore this...
Yep that's me! Thanks for the message though my dude, I appreciate it. 💚 I recently made one so I've been getting everything moved over while trying to regain my ability to write. 🤣
hi! this is kind of random, and I don’t know if you do this sort of thing, but could you do a matchup for me with an ego/septic? I’m 4’11, with long curly black hair, and brown skin and eyes. I love to play Minecraft, read, write, bake and swim. I like cuddles and am very affectionate once I get to know you. Thank you so much! - anon 🍎
*drum roll*
You got best dad!
Chase is a dad after the hearts of many and it seems you would be a good match. Our boi probably canonly loves to play Minecraft and build little villages and take care of all of the chickens! Baking? Duh! Let’s face it, he has an apron with hearts on it. Cupcakes would be his specialty~. Maybe a nice bread too! Cuddles and love would be a big thing for him, giving or receiving it he doesn’t mind as long as there is love to be shared!
Bear hugs and warm blanket cuddles while a movie plays are almost every night.
Can you do head cannons for yandereplier with a shy s/o? If not, that’s okay! Love your work! ❤️❤️
- Shy?
- That’s okie!
- Yan doesn’t mind, he can go as slow as they would need him too!
- Yan is a good boi and will always respect boundaries and ask before touching. (hugs, kisses, hand holding, etc)
- Yan will always make sure they're alright, make sure if they need anything he gets it for them.
- Usually when it comes to having a shy partner Yan understands that going out into public might not be a good idea for dates, so he makes sure to either make or order in dinner. Games or movies? You bet!
- Yan is alright with being on the same couch. Cuddles are nice but not required.
- As long as his precious bean is happy, he’s happy!
- Naturally if anything happens to make them uncomfortable or on edge Yan goes into kill mode.
Hi! I was wondering if you could do head cannons for Yandereplier with a female senpai who’s on the heavier side (and gets a lot of shit for it from her family) if not, that’s okay! I love your work btw and I’m glad your back! And also don’t feel too guilty about being gone too long fam! You have ur own life! And stuff you gotta take care of so yeah! Have a nice day! ❤️❤️❤️
- SAY IT WITH ME: YAN DON'T TAKE NO SHIT FROM NOBODY WHEN IT COMES TO HIS PARTNER!
- CAN FIGHT WILL FIGHT!
- Honestly Yan will spent COUNTLESS hours praising them and trying to assure them that they're perfect and to ignore their family because what do they know?
- His beautiful/handsome partner had curves and there ain't nothing wrong with that!
- Yan would shower them in kisses and cuddles and blankets and just all of the good time things to get them feeling better.
- Though he will respect their wishes to lose a little weight so long as it's what THEY want and their HEALTHY about it.
- He will help and support them until he dies and then will continue to do so as a ghost!
- Lots of body praising and kisses.
- Probably many nights he would show them just how much he adored the way they look too~. *winkwonk*
How would phantom react to the reader (his s/o) going to a secret club to sing (lead singer in band or solo) and he find out the reader has been doing this for awhile and even have albums out pleaseee make it cute and fluff cause he enjoys it and wouldn’t take the readers soul because he has their heart (like in a cute way🖤) -🖤
- Honestly though home boi gonna be a bit salty he wasn't shared with first because like ???
- He would sneak onto the crowds in some chair in some dark ass corner because he's an extra bitch like that and just watch silently.
- He wouldn't be to upsettie in the spaghetti because maybe you were just shy?
- Then again after he did some digging because he's nosey he would realize what you had been keeping from him and get sort of shocked he hadn't found out sooner!
- Look at them of course they were a star!
- It took a bit of time but he would corner them in their dressing room after a gig with Rose's one night and just grin as they started to freak out and try to explain the situation to him.
- He knew though and he's just enough of an ass to let them panic for a but before chuckling and giving them a kiss.
- Naturally he would playfully demand that they sang for him because they were his partner and he adored their voice.
- Probably convince them to leave their current manager and have him help instead because all he wants is the best for his beautiful/handsome partner.
- Possibly end up helping some haters go missing but his partner was far to distracted by how much he had been helping them and how supportive he was being to notice.
BONUS:
- Plenty of duets.
- Probably when he got sick his partner would sing to him to help him feel better.
- Also a lot of bubble baths while sipping wine and writing songs.
