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[thatgayoctopus]

THIS GUY GETS IT THIS GUY GETS IT

I was literally going to make a text post with like the exact same thoughts but this is all very correct and true

after watching all of msm 2017, my official hot take is that it’s really funny (and more than a little disappointing) that they did something fun and original by making their Doc Ock Peter’s Guy in the Chair after the Superior Spider-Man arc, only to kill him off almost immediately and struggle to fill his role for all of season three until the show’s potentially covid-induced death. Seriously, the number of times a scene with Max Modell or Grady (ESPECIALLY GRADY LATER ON) would pop up and I’d be like “oh, this is what they’d be doing with Otto if he were still alive” is ridiculous. I don’t wanna complain just because I like Otto and he died, but if you still have things for his type of character to do, and the audience is already attached to him…why not just keep him around to do those things???? (Esp bc imho he had way better chemistry with Peter and the rest of the cast and was just generally a more fun character to see overall. Also I don’t like how Anna Maria got completely written out of the show once he was gone ☹️)

[expectos-writings]

Bad habits (Doc Ock x F!reader)

Word count: 4015

Rating: M (smut smut smut, also smoking a bit and drinking but mostly smuttt)

After a night out with Peter and MJ, you meet a stranger on the streets

(A/n: my first smut in a long time, though not bad, if I say so myself ahahaha. Here’s to all the doc ock simps out there)

‘Are you sure you guys are leaving already?! It’s only 3 am!’ you complained. You were having a drink with a few classmates of your who had started leaving gradually until for the last two hours it had been just you, Peter and MJ. But now they too were heading home.

‘It’s 3 am already Y/n!’ MJ complained. And who could blame them, they are assured they don’t have to spend the night alone.

You rolled your eyes, but you let them leave without further complaints. As they walk towards the door you shout after them, your alcohol fuzzed mind only now remembering this detail.

‘Hey who is going to pay for your drinks then?!’

‘We’ll pay you back tomorrow. Goodnight, Y/n~’ MJ and peter said, she held her arm linked in his as they passed by the bar window.

Now it was just you.

You mentioned towards the bartender, letting him know you were not leaving, just going out for a smoke. Bad habit, but no one was there to judge. Once outside you look left and right, making sure your friends really were gone, and then you lit a cigarette. The smoke filled your lungs at the first drag and the calming feeling from the nicotine mixed perfectly with the dizziness from the alcohol.

 You looked down the street as you blew the smoke out, watching it fly up illuminated by the lights on the city centre. All around you could still hear people out, talking, shouting, drinking… it gave you a lonely feeling.

 ‘Excuse me?’

 The voice behind you made you jump. You turned around quickly to see who had crept up at you at 3 in the morning. It was a tall man, eyes hidden by shades and a big smirk on his handsome face. His brown hair looked messy on his head, and he was wearing a big trench coat. In your dunk haze you don’t recognize the face of a man you’d seen in the news countless of times, robbing banks, wrecking a city, taking a girl hostage, and what not. To you, it was just a handsome stranger on the streets. A bit older, sure, but you weren’t complaining. Again, bad habit.

 As you studied him you take another drag before speaking ‘can I help you?’.

 He reached into an inner pocket from his big coat. In a split second you had pulled a knife out, holding it out in front of you blocking his hand from reaching outside of his coat again. Being Peter Parkers best friend meant you knew he was spider man, and he had taught you some tricks to defend yourself. Plus, wasn’t it just common sense as a woman alone at night to be able to defend yourself?

 At your action he looked up at you, shocked at first but then realizing and letting out a soft chuckle.

 ‘I am so sorry, dear …’ he looked at you expectantly.

 ‘Y/n…’ you answered cautiously, curious where this was going.

 ‘Y/n…’ he tested your name before continuing, ‘I was just coming up to ask you for a lighter, I seem to have left my matches at home and I saw you standing there I thought I could try but I hadn’t realized how creepy it must’ve looked to you, a strange old man reaching into his coat…’ he spoke softly, trying to convince you he meant no harm. You drew your knife back slightly, giving him room to pull his arm out. He was holding a big cigar. As you realized he was no threat you quickly put away your knife. You can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous the situation was. At seeing you smile, he also let a chuckle escape his lips.

 ‘I’m so sorry,’ you say, handing him your lighter, ‘it’s been a long night.’

 ‘Oh yeah?’ he answers, taking the lighter and lighting up his cigar. ‘What is a girl like you doing out this late?’ he asks as he takes a drag of the cigar and handing you your lighter back.

 ‘I was out with friends, unfortunately they had to leave some time ago.’

 ‘Is everything alright here?’ The bartender comes out to ask. You’ve been a regular there for some time now and he noticed you talking to a stranger. But when he saw you two were just talking and smoking, he was reassured.

 ‘Yes, everything is fine.’ You reply, smiling up at the tall and handsome stranger you had just met.

 ‘It’s getting quite late, so I’m doing a last call. Can I get you two anything?’

 You looked at your watch. Damn, you’ve been out there talking to this man for longer than you anticipated.

 3.30 AM.

 ‘I’m afraid I’ve kept you out here in the cold long enough, dear. You can go back in, I’ll be on my way.’ The man says as he puts out the cigar put and drops in on the streets.

 ‘I could, yes. But,’ Is this a good idea? Probably not, but the alcohol had made you bold tonight. Plus, if the man had any dark intentions he would have already done as he pleased. ‘Why don’t you join me for a drink?’ you ask him.

 He seems a bit taken aback by this, but he keeps smiling. He in intrigued by you.

 ‘Do you often have drinks with strangers you meet on the streets whom you first threaten with a knife?’ he asks, raising an eyebrow.

 You had forgotten about your first impression. Then again, first impressions were almost always wrong. You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, there was something playful in his voice letting you know he was just being sarcastic.

 ‘I’d never ask if I met them any other way.’ You said with a wink. Feeling bold once again, you took his arm and dragged him into the bar. The bartender was already cleaning up some glasses when you walked in.

 ‘What can I get you two?’ the man behind the bar asked. You had been drinking beers with your friends all night, and you knew mixing alcohols was a bad idea, but what the heck, it was last call. You ordered a red wine and your newly met companion said ‘make it two’ before you sat down at one of the tables. The bar was as good as empty, only a handful of people were still sitting at a table in the far corner, looking quite scared at the sight of your companion. Why though? You’d only realize that later on.

 ‘I just realized, I never asked you your name!’ you say as the bartender comes up to your table to bring you your drinks. You immediately take a sip of it, the taste a nice contrast to the flavour of beer still lingering in your mouth.

 ‘You really don’t recognize me, do you?’ he says, pulling off his shades revealing his big brown eyes. Then something inside your brain clicked. The big coat, those eyes, the cigar… my god, you’re having a drink with Otto Octavius!

 ‘…. Wow.’ You say, taking this information in and while taking a big sip of your drink. Nevertheless, you sit back in your seat, crossing your legs and getting comfortable.

 ‘To what do I owe the honour of having a drink with doctor Octavius himself?’ You ask him, he lets out a huff.

 ‘I think we can leave the formalities behind us, sweetheart. Call me Otto.’ He shoots back.

 ‘Alright then,’ you continue, ‘Otto, what brings you here in the middle of the night?’. You rephrase your question.

 ‘Well, I won’t bother you with the gory details, but ever since the… accident…’ he starts, and for a minute you think he trailed off in thoughts. That is until you feel a cold metal actuator at your ankle, slowly moving up your calf, brushing your knee before setting on your thigh. You almost choke on your drink as you gasp in surprise. He chuckles ‘well, sleep does not come easy for me anymore.’ He continues, something in his demeanour has changed. His eyes look darker and more dangerous. It was also in his voice.

 And it turned you on.

 You should be freaked out, right? Doc Ock sitting opposite you in a bar at 3.30 in the morning with a blood alcohol level high enough you won’t be able to drive, not even tomorrow. But with one of the ends of the actuator rubbing circles on your thigh, you couldn’t care less.

 You felt your cheeks redden at the contact, and Otto immediately notices.

 ‘Oh? That’s a change in behaviour right there. Something wrong, dear?’ He asks with a wolfish grin. You give him a look, trying to tell him to behave. The bartender was still looking over at the two of you every now and then. You hoped he couldn’t see or would not notice the actuator still gripping at your thigh.

 The two of you made some more light conversation, all the while he kept his actuator on your leg, but it never moved. The red wine made you yearn for contact, he could see it in your eyes. Your pupils grew bigger by the minute and by the time your glasses were empty, the conversation you two had died down in tension. You both could feel it.

 ‘I am going to freshen up for a bit, will you still be here when I come back?’ you ask- no, beg him. It is written all over your face that you want him. He knows. His actuator lets go of your leg to allow you to stand up.

 ‘I wouldn’t dream of leaving, sweetheart.’ He said with a wink. You stood up and walked towards the bathroom, stumbling slightly as you did so. When you washed your hands, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Is this happening? Your head is spinning a bit but not too much.

 You shut the water off and reach into your bag to re-do your make up a bit, you hadn’t touched it up since 10 pm. The washroom was quiet except for a radio quietly streaming some pop music.

 My bad habit lead to late nights ending alone,

Conversations with a stranger I barely know,

Swearing this will be the last but it probably won’t

I got nothing left to lose, or use, or do

 You laugh at the speaker. Nice timing.

 When you walk back into the bar you see Otto getting ready to leave. He eyes you up and down as you walk towards him.

 ‘You look stunning.’ He says, there is a hungry tone in his voice, and it goes straight to your core.

 ‘Easy, tiger.’ You respond with a wink as you turn to the bartender to pay off your tab. You pull out your wallet, but the man puts a hand on it. ‘No need, miss. Your friend here already paid.’

 You turn to Otto. ‘You shouldn’t have! I got this. How much do I owe you?’ you ask, ready to hand him the money.

 ‘A drink is all you owe me, darling. And I can think of another way you could repay me...’ He says. Smooth piece of…

 You put your wallet back in your purse, grumbling something about ‘masculinity’ and ‘independent women’, making Otto smile. You wave goodbye at the bartender before leaving the bar, the door locks behind you.

 ‘So, what happens now?’ you ask Otto, not sure where to go from here.

 ‘If you want,’ he starts, standing directly in front of you now and placing his hands on your waist, he leans in so his mouth is right next to your ear ‘we could go back to my place?’.

 You shudder at the idea. You want this. You want him. And it sure looks like those feelings are mutual.

 You don’t know if it was the alcohol or some primal need for human touch controlling you, but instead of answering you pull back a bit, placing your hands on his coat as you pulled him in for a kiss. It was needy, teeth clashing as you both pulled at each other trying to get closer.

 ‘Get a room!’ some thug down the street yelled at you two. Big mistake. Before even breaking the kiss one of the actuators was zooming towards the man, gripping him tightly and pulling him towards you. Otto steps back so you are not near the guy when the actuator approaches.

 ‘Who do you think you are? Hmm? Big boy out on the streets at night.’ Otto snaps, the light on the inside of the actuator turning red. The man was too stunned to speak.

 ‘Otto let him go please.’ You say softly grabbing his arm. ‘Don’t let this idiot ruin the night, we should be going to your place now, not picking a fight with a stranger on the streets.’

 His eyes soften at your touch, and the actuator loosens up just long enough for the man to escape its clutch and run away down the street.

 Otto looks at his back until he is out of sight, then turns to you. ‘So, you want to come back to my place, huh?’ he says. All you can do is nod. He grabs your chin and pulls you closer to his face. ‘Use your words, pet.’

 ‘Yes’, your voice is so soft you were pretty sure he hadn’t heard you. But then he leaned closer, whispering in your ear ‘good girl’ before kissing you passionately once more. He swooped you up into his arms and let the actuators carry you both to his place. You held your arms around his neck as the actuator took you to his apartment as quickly as possible.

 While the actuators moved the two of you around, you moved your head to kiss his neck. Otto gasped in surprise, but the actuators took it as a sign to move faster, and within no time you were inside his appartement, the metal appendages frantically opening and closing doors until you were in his bedroom.

 When you finally stood back on the ground you immediately pulled him down again, kissing him hungrily. You quickly unzipped and threw your coat to the side before your hands snaked around his neck as his hands landed on your waist, already feeling up your sides under your shirt. You pushed his coat of his shoulders, he was wearing a black shirt underneath.

 You pushed him back onto the bed, so he was sitting on the edge while you went to straddle his hips before reconnecting your lips. One of his hands went down to your waist while the other made it’s way to your hair, tugging at it. You moaned at the sensation, and he slipped his tongue in your mouth. His other hand on your waist guided your hips so you would grind down on his, which you happily did.

 You felt his erection through his leather trousers, and to say he was well endowed was an understatement. You gripped his shoulders to grind down on him more easily. The friction was enough to satisfy the aching of your clit, but you needed more. Your hands slid down his shirt, trying to tug it off of him.

 ‘Not yet, be patient my dear.’ He said in a husky voice. Your head dropped to his shoulder as you grind down on him more forcefully, needing more friction. Then suddenly he pushed you off of him. You stood in front of him with a questioning look on your face. Had you done something wrong?

 ‘Do not forget who is in charge here.’ He said, his pupils were dilated, and he had that hungry look in his eyes again. It made your knees weak.

 ‘Strip for me.’

 You immediately did as you were told. His power over you was clear. You swayed your hips lightly to the song still playing in your head from earlier.

 You took your shirt off sensually, gripping the bottom and pushing it up slowly. You paused a bit before pushing it over your chest and off of you. Otto growled at the sight of your black lace bra. You took of your trousers in the same slow fashion, leaving you in just your black lace lingerie set.

 My bad habits lead to wide eyes stare into space

And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say

Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape

Nothin' happens after two, it's true, it's true

My bad habits lead to you

 You thought Otto couldn’t get more feral looking than he was when you started to strip.

 You were wrong.

 Something took over in him, as if he wasn’t already in full control of the situation. You stopped stripping, curious if this was stripped enough or if he meant all the way. But before you could ask him, he was up already. His hands were all over you, touching your almost fully exposed frame like a starved man. His lips were on yours again, and it was pure passion.

 You hadn’t noticed one of the actuators going up behind you to unhook your bra, but before you knew it the garment had joined your other clothes on the floor. He kissed down you neck, sucking at that one spot that made your knees even weaker. Your fingers curled in his dark locks. Otto moved further down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth while his fingers played with the other one. You threw your head back as you pulled him closer to your chest, moaning out his name as you did.

 Hearing you say his name made him lose it completely. He switched you two around and pushed you onto the bed. There was no need to use his actuators to do this, he is a strong man. Then his lips connected back on your neck, making you arch you back. Your hips started to grind, trying to find any relieve for the aching. Before you found any his hands had pinned you down firmly on the mattress.

 ‘I said ‘be patient’, sweetheart.’ His words made you moan. You were like putty in his hand. You were about to protest when you felt his hands on your hips hooking his fingers into your panties. Before you could lift your hips to let him take them off, he ripped them right off your body. You gasped at the cold air hitting your core.

 ‘Now, I want you to lay still for a bit wile I have my fun. Don’t you dare hold back those beautiful sounds.’ He whispered in your ear. You nodded, understanding his command and lightly arching your back when he went down your body to flick your nipples once more. You were whimpering desperately, needing him. The contrast of his still clothed body on your naked form made you shiver.

 Then he kissed further down your belly, and you felt a finger go through your folds, from your entrance to your clit, collecting your juices before starting to rub slow circles on your clit. The friction and relief of finally being touched made you cry out his name, followed by a few curses and moans. This man knew what he was doing alright.

 He keeps kissing further and further down, until he swiftly replaces his fingers with his tongue. Once again you moan out his name and throw your head back. He licks and sucks at your clit in the most perfect ways, his hands wrapping around your legs to lift them over his shoulders and keep them there. You were completely at his mercy.

 Within a few moments you could feel your legs starting to shake. He noticed it too and smiled while quickening his pace. Your hands gripped his hair pushing him into you a bit more.

 ‘Fuck… Otto… Don’t stop’ you moan out. He didn’t stop and you feel your orgasm crashing down on you. Waves of pleasure made your back arch, and your legs shake. But he had a strong hold on your legs, keeping you in place while he keeps eating you out. You were an overstimulated mess. Moaning and weakly trying to push him away with your hands, but he was stronger.

 You were forced to lie back as your vision went white with pure extasy. Only when your muscles have out and your orgasm has finally died down to small shocks he stops, wiping his mouth on his sleeves as he moves back up to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and you love it.

 While you were trying to collect yourself after your high, Otto undressed himself. You felt yourself being moved up the bed by his actuators and placed with your head upon a pillow. Then he was on top of you. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, placing your hand on his neck to pull him in for a kiss. He waited a bit longer, just kissing you until your breathing was back to semi-normal again.

 Then he pushed his fully erect cock against your folds, moving up and down to collect some of your juices from your previous orgasm. You were still sensitive from that one and moaned into his mouth as you felt him. He keeps repeating that motion a few more times before you speak up.

 ‘Please, Otto, fuck me’ you moan out.

 ‘Once again, I said ‘be patient’’ he chuckles making you groan out in frustration. Then he moves his lips against your neck again. ‘But seeing as you asked so nicely…’ he adds and suddenly thrusts into you. You both moan out, he was stretching you in the best way possible while the feeling of you around him made his head spin.

 He gives you the time you need to adjust to his size, and when you start bucking your hips, he takes it as his sign to start moving. You were still lightheaded from your previous high, but you could feel the coil in your abdomen start to tighten again. Otto pounding into you mercilessly, he is close already. You can feel his cock twitching slightly inside you as he moans your name in your neck.

 ‘Cum for me, Otto’ you whisper to him. and you can feel him let go. He finishes inside you, your name on his lips as he reaches his high. You once again didn’t notice the actuator moving until you felt a vibrating sensation against you clit, making the coil inside tighten once again. Otto is still inside you, trying to regain his breath.

 ‘Come on, baby, I know you can give me one more.’

 His words are enough to snap the coil. Once again waves of pleasure roll over you as your vision blurs with tears of pleasure as his name falls from your lips in a weak moan. The actuator stays in place until you rode out your high on it. Then Otto falls onto the bed next to you.

 You both lay there in silence for a few minutes, calming your breathing and basking in the afterglow. The room now smells of the husky scents of sex. Then Otto turns to face you, brushing hair of your face as he does.

 ‘Do you maybe want to stay the night?’ He asks, and you raise your eyebrows in surprise. His demanding behaviour of earlier seemed completely gone.

 ‘I don’t want to overstay my welcome, Otto.’ You sigh, brushing his cheek with your thumb.

 ‘It’s nearly morning already, I think it’ll be okay.’ He chuckles, making you laugh slightly.

 You curl up into him. ‘Alright then, no harm in staying.’ You yawn out. It is very late already indeed. His arms wrap around you as you suddenly felt the tiredness of the long day, combined with the alcohol and your previous activities weigh down on you.

 And that is where you fell asleep, Otto following suit. That night the both of you had the best sleep you’d had in a while.