#Doc Ock x reader

[fandomnerd9602]

Doc Ock looks at a captured Y/N…

Doc Ock: now to see who is behind the mask of the Spider Knight!

Doc Ock removes the mask…

Doc Ock: Y/N?! What? H-How?

Y/N: that fishbowl head guy dressed me as the Spider Knight and wrapped me up. I don’t know what’s going on!!

Doc Ock: oh you poor thing. This is the last time I ever trust Beck with something! I’m so sorry.

Doc Ock unties Y/N…

Y/N walks out…and swings away…

[strange-mage]

Painted this a while ago

Doc Ock is just...

...

Yeah

[eloisyw8]

💗 ?

[plush4bunny]

"You can’t help but feel a rush of warmth as you witness his hand gently wander, almost unconsciously, to caress one of his actuators."

- scene from @chrism02’s 5th chapter from their Comic!Otto Octavius x reader fanfic called “Wish list”

[amphibiahawks321]

M!Reader : .....Olivia you are doing this whether you like it or not!

Olivia : But it's almost done!

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader : love you said that a week ago... Also I'm pretty sure your eyebags have eyebags!

[Shows Y/N trying to drag her out of the lab but Olivia uses her tentacles to stay put]

M!Reader : You're going to take a rest! We can do this all day because I know you wouldn't land a hand on me!

Olivia : Sweetness, OVER MY FLESHY BOD–

[Cut to Olivia curled up in a blanket clinging onto Y/N from behind]

M!Reader : over your body indeed...

[verysmolnerd]

Being the spouse of a Supervillain

You're the only person who he won't hurt. Why would he? You've been at his beck and call since he couldn't remember when.

However, you feel that you're walking on eggshells at times when the actuators have control of his psyche.

He keeps urging you to move on, that there was no place for you here; in the rickety old building you've shared since he bought the place. He honestly doesn't want to see you have a close encounter with the reaper again.

That being, you stay put, that the man you married is still in there. The shadows of his smile is hidden behind that snarky smirk. Some of the -rarest- most quiet nights, are spent on the torn up couch. It's almost like nothing changed at all.

You put your life on pause for a moment, you didn't go into work at all for weeks. You knew there would be questions, there always would be.

When you do come into work, you were given reduced hours because your boss wanted you to mourn the man you once knew, you refrained from answering any of those prying your personal life for issues. You normally report them within a few days, and then they're working in a whole different complex.

Even if the actuators are permanently a part of him, it's still Otto. His habits are still there, no matter what he tries to tell you.

You've also noticed that the arms still respect their creator to some extent, they never lay a finger on you. If they grab you, they are slow and patient never brutal.

One time you had gotten bruised from the pressure that the arms gave when they placed you away from the project. They soon fell limp while Otto had the nastiest look on his face. He never looked at you when he was like this.

He is always a gentleman to you, through layers of frowning.

The actuators only want his project done, therefore your Otto is just their puppet. However, they see you as a distraction until the beings of machine realize that Otto is human.

So, there isn't long lunch breaks together as you're used to before this mess. However, he eats in silence; in fear of the actuators lashing out on you for just seemingly wanting shreds of your life with him before.

You don't comment on his encounters with Spider-Man, you know all too well that the superhero gets bad press on the regular. Not to mention, Otto- sorry, you end up correcting yourself when the actuators are in control- Ock isn't entirely fond of him.

You knew exactly when Otto was too tired to fight the AI influence, because there have been consecutive all nighters the closer the reactor gets to being completed.

The times when the actuators keep him glued to the desk are when you try to get him clothing and alter them to accommodate the four tentacles protruding from his lower back.

There was one night that you consider was very special within the past few months that his magnum opus welded themselves to his back.

He had found some of his old outfits that weren't destroyed, and pressed down any urges from the arms.

"May this broken man take you out on a date?" You were near tears as you accepted.

He brought you to the top of a building with a makeshift table. It reminded you of your first dinner with him back in college.

He tells you that he's going to find a way to remove the arms and start anew. He wanted you to buy an apartment and to bring him to it on a specific day.

Considering that he's fighting for his life to look like the man you knew and loved -although you've reassured him multiple times that you still love him- you agree in a heartbeat. Happy that you'll both have a semblance of what life was before this.

The day to pick him up from the docks comes and you find no sight of him or the shambles of your house. It's all deep in the river below.

You can't recall how long you stayed there, but you had to live on. Live, that's what he always wanted you to do.

It's very hard at first, but life goes on.

One night -you can't quite remember what day it was specifically- you got a knock on the door.

You open it a little and it's Otto, with a small smile, holding a bunch of flowers.

Tears are brought to your eyes as he walks in, "I had a feeling that you'd buy the one we got back then." Any snakiness left him when he realized that you thought he was dead.

He promises to explain everything, but tonight he holds you as long as you needed it.... you ended up holding him hostage in your bedroom until the next morning. Even then, you don't let him out of your sight for a while.

He then explains in terms that you both can understand -because he finds himself not believing anything of it even after he's here. He was brought to another world just like this one where he was given a new component that prevented the arms from taking him over.

So, he starts the rejuvenation process, and does the community work to get back into society. He's stayed off nuclear fusion snd stuck strictly to advanced robotics.

However, you both still stayed at that apartment you first owned with him years ago. Never wanting to live on the water again.

There was one day where he brought you all over town, he brought you to so many places you visited together in your past. He had to be careful of the press patrolling for him since he returned. A former supervillain and a scientific powerhouse? That get's the press moving all over the place.

He then brought you where it all started, and proposed to you again. "I stand before you as a changed man, I love you so much. Will you marry me one more time?"

How could you say no?

It seems that you still have to alter his new clothes, but you don't mind considering how much more appreciative since he doesn't go around shirtless anymore.

He's cautious when using the actuators, only having them clean up and not touch you. Until you reassure him multiple times that you are fine with it... a few months later he's using them to trap you in his embrace.

You have him back, a second chance, and neither of you are going to screw it up.

[wycroftie]

Some fan art for an absolutely GOATED fanfic by the lovely @rancid-zinnia-onthepatio <3 (You tentacle my fancy)

I am frothing at the mouth I can’t wait until more chapters come out :33333

[noforkingclue]

(doc ock anon) Hmmm how about: You’re in a shitty marriage to some contemptuous prick high-ish up at Oscorp. He’s not necessarily “nobody” but not exactly a “somebody”. He is a strategic choice and conveniently everything even the old Otto would have hated. One night, Doc Ock reappears after months of absence and breaks into your home to shake down your husband for access to something or other from Oscorp.

Of course anon! Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Leverage

Warnings: dark fic

“Oliver? What’s going on?”

Otto cocked his head to the side, noting the panicked look on your husband’s face. He’ll admit, he wasn’t expecting anyone else to be there that night. He had heard that you were going on a business trip and would be away for a week. Clearly that intel was wrong (in that case his source would have to be punished) or the trip had been cancelled last minute.

Either way, he now had leverage against this pathetic waste of skin.

You slowly walked into Oliver’s office, pulling your dressing gown tightly around you. You had only walked a couple of steps in when you saw Otto. You froze and just as your flight or fight instincts kicked in, a metal claw curled around your arm. You let out a shriek as you were roughly pulled towards him.

“Let her go!” cried Oliver

However, Otto just slammed him against a wall, a metal claw around his neck. You were lifted off the ground and you hit the arm. This did nothing but amused Otto.

“Now then,” he said, “I think this,” he shook you violently, “might make you more… cooperative.”

“Look, I already told you-” Oliver began

“Then find a way,” Otto said quietly, although that didn’t detract from the danger in the words, “or your precious little wife will suffer the consequences.”

“What? She has nothing to do-”

“She does now.”

You let out a shriek as you were hoisted high into the air. You shut your eyes tightly as you hung helplessly above New York. You wished the Spiderman would come and save you but that would come with the risk of Doc Ock dropping you. You didn’t know if Spiderman would be able to catch you in time. However, it seemed the Doc Ock had no intention of letting you go. If anything his grip on your tightened when he left your flat. Your arms curled around his metal arm tightly and you let out a small whimper. You didn’t see the small smile that Otto gave at the action.

“We’re here.”

You let out a yelp as you were suddenly let go. You were expected to fall through the air but you only dropped a short way. You opened your eyes a crack and pulled your legs up against your chest. It looked like you were in some kind of loft. You could imagine that it must’ve cost a hell of a lot of money and that he bought it before he was…

Well…

Before his accident.

“Where am I?” you asked quietly

“That isn’t important.”

“You kidnapped me.”

“You’re safe.”

“Why should I believe-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence. A metal claw pinned you to the floor by your throat. Doc Ock stood over you and looked you up and down. Originally you were just meant to be collateral. To make sure that your waste for space husband did exactly what he was told. But now, well, now he had you stretched under him and at his mercy. Your thin dressing gown left hardly anything to the imagination.

Oh yes, the two of you were going to get to know each other very well.

And maybe he won’t give you back afterwards.

[andromedas-pearl]

Trying my hand at Otto fluff. Hope y'all like it! 💜

Little Reminders

This is Pre-Incident Otto for context.

Even a meticulous man like Octavius can overlook a few things every once in a blue moon. When it happens, it leaves him pondering the oversight for hours if you don't reel him back from the whirlwind of thoughts he has for the day.

Why did he forget certain things that seemed so obvious? So clear as day? Was it because of his preoccupation with finally completing his magnum opus of a machine?

Or did all of his late night tinkering finally catch up to him? He'd be damned if he told you were right. As much as you mean to him, he's not giving you bragging rights. He'll never hear the end of it.

But he loves it when you come in the check on him. The way you gently rubbed his shoulders as he hunched over his desk on the verge of progress. Your soft hands gliding up and down the fabric of his lab coat on rough days were heaven.

But there were days where you meant business. The faint yet chiding taps on his back were your way of making sure his posture was straighter, and he'd indulge your request to appease you and your insistence on sitting up.

It was done in good faith, though. Otherwise, you'd be hearing him lament about aches in his back and neck for the next few hours.

When he forgets to come down for dinner, he always finds a plate of his favorite meals and endearing notes to enjoy it, on his desk.

He'll smile at them, save them in their own little folder, and then thank you for being a darling with an appreciative kiss before resuming his work. He was so caught up on the reactor that time just got away from him.

When Otto does finally have downtime, your efforts to make sure he doesn't neglect himself and his needs don't go unrewarded.

In the wee hours of the morning, he shuffles off to bed to join you, eventually. Pressing a small kiss on your forehead and briefly catching the scent of your soft hair, before wrapping his arm around your side and whispering hopes of sweet dreams and a bid goodnight.

During the day, Otto's brain goes a mile a minute, trying to get everything accomplished. But in the evening, he'll never have to be reminded to wish his darling goodnight. That's one thing he'll never forget.

[fandomnerd9602]

Could you make another female doc ock x male reader plsss?

Two of Olivia’s tentacles hiss at each other…

Olivia: girls! Girls! Stop it!

Y/N swings in and walks up to Olivia…

Y/N: babe what’s wrong?

Olivia: my tentacles are fighting over who loves you more.

Y/N:

[2scared2cry]

Now what if I told you I wrote my first fic for Halloween…. Because I did!!

Sorry if it’s bad… I just really wanna get my work out so criticism is appreciated!

Anyways here’s a Halloween fic with Doc Ock!

Halloween Angel

~ Fem!reader, suggestive language, creeper hitting on reader >:(, reader has shitty friends, drunk reader..

The endless sea of toxic alcoholic fumes and half naked bodies drowned you as a terrifying realization yanked you by the back of your hair. Oh wait, that was some girl who was dancing. But you did realize, your friends ditched you. There you stood, trying to keep your balance as the beat of the song rumbled the floor like an earthquake. You came with a group of friends, and none of them were to be seen. You reached a point of carelessness as you pushed aside people to reach the exit. Like a light at the end of the very long tunnel. The gateways of heaven inching closer to you the more you fought the half naked bodies clashing against each other.

Like a suction cup releasing a loud pop! You were set free. Now the chilly garbage winds of New York curled around your body. The smell of gas has never been more comforting. You decided it was futile to even try and look for them further. You knew they weren't at the club, and there was no chance in hell that you would wander through mysterious streets you didn't know on halloween night. So you carried on from the direction you came, and tried your hardest to remember your way home.

You weren't drunk drunk, just a bit tipsy. That's all! But you definitely weren't drunk enough to forget all that has happened today. The constant back handed comments like “You know my costume wouldn't look good on you!” or some other bullshit. And how you couldn't forget that they all had matching costumes. And you were left out. You guessed it was the age old tale of, “you weren't added to the group chat sweetie!” Man you needed some new friends. You seethed in frustration as you continued down the sidewalk. Faint music slowly disappeared as your thoughts muffled it further. And thankfully you were too consumed in frustration to not notice the side glances and whistles from across the street.

The graze of this man's shoulder against yours could have made you hurl all the contents in your stomach.

“Watch out!” He snarled. But you continued on, trying your hardest to make it home as quickly as possible. Yet this man just would not stop.

“Hey, trying to ignore me?” You rolled your eyes and clutched your purse as he caught up to you.

“C’mon sweetheart. Be a nice little angel and-” His voice was cut off by a thud. You both looked over to the dim eerie alley way. Like a flaming ball in the night sky a flashing red light appeared in the darkness. Another lit up, and soon 4 scarlet red orbs were gunning the both of you down.

Metal whirring revealed a glistening claw extending from the alley. It inched closer to his face, reaching the tip of his sweating nose. A giant man stepped out from the darkness, like a demon rising out of the ashes. The man's presence alone scared off the other. He ran off to the other side of the street, squealing like a pig as he scurried along. You leaned back to look at your savior in all of his glory. His head nodded down to you, his ruffled mane curled a bit over his dark frames. His aura was familiar, like it gave you a heightened sense. But you just couldn't find the answer. And in a burst of confidence you blurted out,

“Nice costume.”

A look of confusion washed over Doc's face. He saw it all go down and immediately began gambling options on how to handle him. Too bad he ran before he could act. And although the idea of you not running or screaming was surprising enough, but now you made it clear that you didn't know it was him. But he also knew that by the way you were walking that you were intoxicated. He contemplated for a moment. Would him making it apparent of his identity skew her view on him? Should he just say something, or go along with it? He decided the latter was the best option. He didn't need any more attention drawn to him tonight.

“Thank you sweetheart. Yours is exceptional.” He responded, scanning your body up and down. Your face heated up at the compliment. And that decadent pet name could have made you swoon.

“Thank you. And what are those?” You asked, pointing at the actuator that still held its place in the air.

“They’re uh, puppets. If you will..” The bead of sweat rolled over his eyebrow as he cringed at how blatant his lying was. And what was more astonishing was how you believed every word he said. Swallowing the sugary spoonfuls of lies he fed you so graciously. You hummed and smiled at him.

“Super cool! Mine isn’t as good.” You said looking down at the pearly white heels you wore. You sported a flowy white dress, wings strapped to your back, and a halo headband to emulate an angel. And despite the fact that not only was it a simple costume, there should be at least 20 other women in a 5 mile radius with the exact same thing on. Hell, you even ran into one at the club. But nevertheless you could tell he was still looking you over, even if he had those dark menacing shades on.

“I'm so sorry! I haven't thanked you for, uh, saving me.” He only nodded in response. You both stood there, awkwardly taking in the silence of the street.

“Would you like to walk with me?” You asked. Now normally you would have thanked the scary man and quickly run home, but you weren't thinking straight and if you were being 100% honest with yourself, this man was terrifyingly attractive. Well at least the parts you could make out since it was dark out. And he just did a nice service for you so, how bad could he be?

How funny is it when your keys don't work? When you just can't find the correct one that fits into the slot. It is insanely funny, because you are laughing harder and harder as you stumble with your gigantic collection of keys and keychains. Even he’s laughing at how ridiculous you’re being. Man that alcohol was getting to you. Finally one goes into the lock and you open your door with a wide swing. You lead him into your house without a lick of hesitancy. And as nonchalant as you were about it, he was radiating with anxiety. The fact that you didn't know you were bringing a well known criminal into your house was scary, even for him.

“Welcome home!” You exclaimed, tossing your purse onto the kitchen counter.

“Nice place.” He said, sitting down on the couch. You replied with a sweet “thank you!” and looked at him. You two had a nice conversation as you walked together, but over time it became so freeing that you had no issue taking him inside. Not that you two would do anything!..

“I'm curious. Do you normally bring strangers home?” He asked with a sly smirk. One that made you laugh a bit nervously.

“I did bring you in here didn't I..”

“Yes, you did.” Silence hit the both of you again as now you were swimming in waves of consciousness and ignorance to it all.

“Well you seemed nice. If you were going to hurt me you would've done so sooner.” You said in response. He accepted your answer and crossed his legs, leaning back into the soft cushion with a huff.

“Do you want something to eat?” You asked, feeling a bit hungry. He nodded and watched as you disappeared into the kitchen. Your wired halo bouncing as you scurried along. He made sure to keep the actuators relaxed and low to the floor so as to not be suspicious. But their constant nagging and questions almost made him implode. He studied your living room, looking at all the cheap halloween decor you had. He found it humorous that you decorated a small NY apartment for seemingly no one but yourself. Or at least that's what he assumed since you hadn’t mentioned any roommate, and you certainly weren't having a party or you wouldn't have been at that club. He heard a slam come from the kitchen and the sound of a microwave.

“I'm making popcorn, is that ok?” You asked, sitting down beside him on the couch.

“That's alright with me.” He replied plainly. His husky voice seemed to linger in the air like a spirit haunting you. Suddenly your mind became very cluttered. More cluttered than usual. The room felt a bit humid, you could even feel the ends of your hair frizzing up. Playing with the cheap press ons you had and relishing in the sound of the cry glue cracking just to keep you preoccupied. And his gaze was undeniably dense. His presence alone took up the room, now you even thought you could smell him. Sizzling butter, how strange?

“Something wrong sweetheart?” He broke you out of your trance.

“No! It’s quiet in here isn't it? I should play something on the tv.” You swiftly grasped at the remote and switched on the tv to some mindless channel.

“Some friends you have, huh.” You turned to him holding a picture frame that laid against the small coffee table you had beside the sofa.

“I mean they’re good. Sometimes.” You admitted. You had already explained to him the events that night and he was pleasantly understanding.

“Why do you hang around them? Surely you deserve better.” He placed the picture down and gave it a disgusted look. Almost like the picture frame itself was foul and tainted.

“Well they showed me the ropes around NYC when I first moved here. I couldn't just ditch them after that. Besides, you can be my friend now.” I smiled at him. He cocked his head in amusement and gave a small, almost unnoticeable, nod.

“You’d like that, wouldn't you?”

You jumped as the alarm to the microwave went off, signaling the popcorn was finished. You couldn't form a coherent reply so you stood and ran to get the food. Your face felt as heated as the piping hot bag you plucked from the microwave. Opening it up and feeling the smoking heat blow onto you and inhaling that buttery popcorn was refreshing. You pour it into a bowl and return back to the couch.

“Here! Would you want to watch a movie?” You asked switching the channels to find the station that played classic halloween movies. He reached in the bowl and snagged a couple kernels. You noticed his sleeve being a bit tattered. You actually noticed a couple things about his costume. How insanely real it was, his clothes being dirtied from nature and not forced makeup. His costume resembled more casual clothes. Like items picked from the back of a closet. And his shining metallic puppets, the warmth of the sunset tinted lamp reflected off of them. Giving them a halo glow. You almost noticed how your costume was an actual costume, and his wasn't.

“Staring an awful lot isn’t going to get you anywhere.” He said.

“Uhm. May I ask, who are you supposed to be dressed as?” He sat in silence, his boot tapping on the floor bouncing his leg continued, and he stared straight ahead, not sparing you a passing glance.

“Think a comic book character.”

“Ohhh! That makes sense!” You exclaimed. No wonder you were so confused! Silly you being anxious and worrying, he's just a huge nerd! You relaxed back into the couch, enjoying the slasher film on screen. You reminisced for a second on your childhood. How you used to like comics but they were long gone and replaced by Japanese manga and romance books. You almost wondered what happened to those comics of yours.

“And you?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Oh cmon, you know what I am.” Undeniably you were an angel, you felt a bit confused as to why he had asked. But you brushed it off as just his nature. How he always seemed to make a sly comment at you or a joke you had no rebuttal to.

Your breath hitched as his knee bumped against yours. You never even noticed how he slowly inched his way closer to you on the couch. And now that you noticed the proximity between you, you felt nervous again.

“Such a sweet thing, you. An angel represents how kind and naive you are.” His gloved hand ran through strands of your hair and twirled it around his finger. You could feel the goosebumps litter through your body as you tried to respond to him. He just had this power to shut you down and turn your brain to mush. Mush that he could toy with like putty.

“I.. Your costume is cool too.” God you were awkward. And how you hated when he laughed at that. You couldn't tell if it was out of pity, or mocking. Either way you wanted to disappear into dust and fall between the crevices of the couch. The very same plush couch that indented as he leaned in closer to you. His fingers slid along your back, tickling your baby hairs that rested on your neck, and placed his hand on your shoulder. Giving it a soft squeeze that paralyzed your entire being.

“You shouldn't drink so much alone, little angel. And you most certainly shouldn't bring men home. Men you do not know.” His words were stern, like bricks pummeling down onto you. And in a common situation you would already know this. But your now slightly drunken state just has you giggle.

“Im sorry sir. I should have asked for your name.” You said. At the word sir he stiffened and dropped the smirk.

“You wanna play games?” You laughed at that. Turning your head to hide away your flushed face. He hummed and reclined into the seat.

Admiring him was an understatement. It was more like ogling but, you weren't a slime. It’s just that his appearance made you drool. Sure his costume was a bit questionable, his overall ambiance was breathtakingly ravishing. And you were most certain that the alcohol was carrying you tonight because without it you'd be a fumbling mess. After placing the bowl down you slightly leaned closer to him now, bringing your finger to his bare chest. He jolted at the contact, now it felt as if you were in control. The lion tamer trying to get a trick out of its pet.

“So, what do you do for work?” You asked, slowly raking your finger up his plush stomach. He even had a metal corset on him, fashionable!

He grunted, “A scientist.”

“Ooo, in what?” You cooed. Now placing your palm on his sizzling skin.

“Nuclear physics.” His voice wavered, your hand coursing him to give in more than he already has. He knew he should've left when you suggested you walk together. He knew he should’ve rejected the idea of him going into your home. But you were too addicting, and it was all becoming too much for him.

You peered up at him, the alcohol and butter radiating off of you. His hand drew up to your chin, holding it in place ever so gently. The room felt like gravity ceased to exist and that time held no value. His face was inches from yours, the tips of your noses faintly pressed together.

“I think it's time you go to bed, little angel.” The room felt heavy once more and every single thing came crashing down.

“What?” He let go of your chin and stood up, almost knocking you back into the couch.

“I have to head home.” He said already heading towards the door.

“No! Wait!” You snagged his arm, tugging at the thick leather sleeve.

“When will I see you again?” Your vision was almost fuzzy, contorting his silhouette into that of a dark figure lurking in places it doesn't belong in.

“Check the channels.” He responded and opened the door. You looked back at the tv, a scene of a girl's intestines splatting onto the camera played.

“But..” The click of the door signaled his departure. Now your living room was full of the perfume that clung onto your dress. And he disappeared so quickly, like he was sure of himself. And little did you know that he was fighting every thought that told him to go back to you-To his angel.

[eloisyw8]

inspo

[plush4bunny]

When you make your bet, you subtly peruse the other occupants of the table. Your jaw nearly hits the floor when you see a tall Amazonian woman saunter to Octavius and drape herself all over his shoulders to whisper something in his ear.

- scene from @chrism02’s 1st chapter from their Comic!Otto Octavius x reader fanfic called “Sweeten the deal”

[heliosynchronisity]

i see ppl looking thru my cy/doc ock stuff 👀

i was just looking thru my sketches uploading stuff to toyhouse and while seeing my pile of self insert/doc ock stuff is a LITTLE post-drunk-blackout horrifying... at the same time... i was right. So ima compile them all into one post for ur viewing pleasure for u ock freaks uwu

so here's all my cyber and doc ock doodles I made between 2022 and 2023 :] and roughly in chonologiccal order

tbh i do still often think of these guys, if i have some time i may draw them soon and even attempt to work on the fic. but no promises. I'm finally out of my art funk and i dont wanna overwhelm myself haha.

So for now, enjoy the trip down memory lane ^_^

[verysmolnerd]

Dating Pre!Accident Otto Hcs

When this man says he got lucky with love, he MEANS it.

He grew up in an environment that wasn't entirely supportive of him, so to have someone at his beck and call is a completely new experience for him. It takes a bit for him to come out of his shell.

Don't be mistaken by him being flustered, he normally oozes out confidence, but love is a whole different ball park for him. That being, you get to see a whole new side of him.

He's extremely professional at work, but behind closed doors anything goes (wink wonk)

Hugging at work? *gasp* How scandalous!

Regardless, his colleagues and assistants know about you. They're glad that you drag him from his office when he starts to work at the ungodly hours of the night and morning.

That does go both ways too, he's hoisted you over his shoulder when you glued yourself to your desk.

He's a sucker for physical contact, the second you sit on the couch he's already got you in his trap. He's already put on an awful movie on screen and you're trapped in his arms for and indefinite embrace.

On the rare days where you both don't have to work, he's taking you on walks all throughout Central Park or some museum's special exhibit.

He LOVES museums. One time he dragged you to Washington DC to visit all the Smithsonian's. Even with sore legs, he was so interested that it might as well been overwhelming. You had to sit down on a bench for awhile, but you were an active listener to his entire experience.

He may be a man of science, but he's known to have interests of other kinds. If he finds intrigue in a subject that you know quite well, it makes it all the more better.

He loves a good info dump, any subject that you have recently hopped on; you won't be the only one on board.

Turns out, he's also quite the fan of mystery novels.

The bookshelf in his loft over the lab is full of physics textbooks he's had since college, books written by colleagues, and an impressive collection of Agatha Christie novels.

He leaves the novels all over the place, dog-eared on the kitchen island or buried under mail. Sometimes he's a bit helpless, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

When he starts to work on his lifelong project, his magnum opus, you are there every step of the way.

He shows you the progress every single day; and you're astounded every single time. Any progress made, big or small, meant the same to you. He is amazing.

You got lucky with love.

You are his, always. As you watch him put on his metal harness, watching him get ready to show off a manmade sun off to the world.

[wycroftie]

Should I start writing fanfic/hcs? Give me ideas perhaps.. idk…..