#the actuators blushing as well

[captainenjolras]

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Went to Monterey Bay Aquarium last Saturday and the signs were… poorly phrased

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[holewithinahole]

Tiptoeing the leyline | Otto Octavius x reader

Summary: Back to your universe, Otto captures you while you're distracted. He notices the marks a certain Dr. Olivia Octavius left on you.

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Warnings: shameless smut, no genitalia specified (reader), no pronouns specified (reader), orgasm denial, overstimulation, unsafe sex, rough sex, creampie, non-native writer

And yes, I wrote a somewhat sequel to my Olivia fic, after several months. The fixation on Octaviuses is never over, my guy. Again, not beta, I'm not native so very sorry for any weird sentences or mistakes. I'm not 100% happy with it but I'll never be so, enjoy! (I just have to embrace the fact that I'm a slut for them.)

You should have seen it coming. From a mile away, honestly.

It’s easier to convince yourself that you’ve simply been tired. Even someone with super strength and freaky spider powers had to draw the line at multi-dimensional travel and two days of non-stop fighting. Especially when it involved someone as ruthless as Dr. Olivia Octavius. Your imaginary audience could laugh all they want, but you dared anyone to try putting their entire focus on swinging webs and punches to a woman who had, mere hours ago, rocked your world so hard you saw stars. And see stars you certainly did when that bus hit you square in the chest during the battle inside the collider.

Ergo, you blame Olivia.

Your body is sore as fuck, and you're littered with bruises and a nasty bite mark on the nape of your neck. What’s the point of having rapid recovery if you don’t even have time for it? You also blame your inner sense of justice (you were aware of the irony of fucking a supervillain and then talking about justice). Disappearing from your universe for a few days didn’t stop the villains of the week from robbing the poor corner-of-the-street shopkeepers, and the super ones from plotting their evil schemes. No rest for the wicked? What about the brave, the awesome, the work-devoted?

“Am I boring you or something?”

You glance back at Otto. He looks appalled behind his small sunglasses. It’s almost funny.

“Oh no, please keep talking,” you say evenly, “‘gives me more time to come up with an attack plan.”

What’s more difficult to admit to yourself is how totally out of it you are when it comes to anything Octavius-related. You’ve been happy living in your little world of delusion before the mind-altering and deliciously traumatizing altercation with Olivia. But now? Every taunt, every tilt of the head looks like an invitation. Knowing there were alternate universes was pretty mind-altering as well, come to think of it. 

“I’m curious to see how you plan to attack me in your current situation.”

Right. You push against the vibranium shackles holding you hostage in a chair. It was more for show if you were being honest; you doubted you could break free even with hundred-percent strength. Instead, you stare at the dirty walls of Otto’s new lair, trying not to focus too much on the flow of images his shiny actuators brought to the surface.

“Do not bother.” He lets out a bark of a laugh. “You’re completely at my mercy.”

You’ll give it to him though, he has been swift and efficient when he cornered you in a back alley and knocked you unconscious. In your defense, you did fight back against the actuator pinning you against the wall, but he said something and the next second, everything had faded to black. It was something insubstantial, something stupid and stereotypically evil like he’s famous for. Totally not something that made your heart skip a beat.

“I have to say,” he says conversationally, “I’m disappointed by how easy it was to catch you.” With two mechanical arms digging into the ground, he looms over you, the pans of his coat flapping against his naked skin. “You’re usually not that compliant.”

Don’t you fucking dare blush.

You tear your eyes away from his chest. “I was just bored out of my mind. Your tricks are getting old, Otto.”

He chuckles. “It worked in the end, didn’t it? Even if it wasn’t the desired effect.”

“If it wasn’t, why pull the same shit over and over again?”

“For fun.”

It leaves your mouth open dumbly. You scoff. “Failing is not what I’d call fun.”

Otto stares before lowering himself to the ground, soles tapping against the wooden floorboard. You’re trying your damn best not to meet his gaze, even protected behind your mask.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asks. “You’re never this… serious.”

It gives you a whiplash. “Uh?”

“Did I break something?” He muses to himself.

You certainly didn’t expect him to notice you were out of it, or care about it for that matter. Perhaps you’ve underestimated the man’s perception.

“All fine and dandy. Thanks for asking, Doc’.” Your tone is way too even to your liking.

You’ve always been a terrible actor and he sees right through your bluff. Which is saying something since he can’t even see your face. You make another attempt at breaking free but it only makes your suit rub against all of your bruises and cuts. Your wince makes the good Doctor raise a questioning eyebrow.

“So, I did hurt you,” he says, disbelieving.

“You kidding, right? You punch like a little girl.” That’s a big lie and also misogynistic.

Fuck, maybe Olivia was right.

You’re suddenly assaulted by a strong smell of damp leather as two fat digits slip underneath the edge of your mask and pull. “Hey! The fuck you think you doing—“

Does anyone grasp the concept of anonymity ‘round here? “Fuck, Doc’, I thought you were a bit more chivalrous than that.”

Otto doesn’t answer, inspecting your face. It’s making you uncomfortable how much he’s staring. Did he expect a model or something?

“I wasn’t expecting this kind of hurting,” he says. You frown, confused, but when he uses one finger on your chin to slowly turn your face away, you realize with horror he’s looking at the beautiful purple claim Olivia left on your neck.

“What—“ you sputter, withdrawing as much as you can. “That’s not what you’re thinking.”

“And what am I thinking, exactly?” Otto asks, evenly.

What is he thinking exactly? He barely reacted to your naked face, not even to gloat at exposing your biggest secret. And what do you want him to be thinking? That you have no game at all? What would be the point? If anything, you should be proud to show him you get any action.

He interrupts your inner monologue: “I wasn’t expecting the reason for your scattered brain to be sex.” You blush bright red. “I thought you had more self-control than that.”

His lips stretches, deliberately slow, displaying rows of straight incisors and sharp canines. “Unless you’ve been fighting an oversized bat.”

It would have been preferable at the moment. “Yes. You guessed it. How smart.”

Otto chuckles. “It probably wasn’t any good if you look this tense.”

“I have a good reason to be tense at the moment,” you hiss.

“I make you feel that way? My, I’m flattered.”

“You wish, Doc’.”

His hand glides on your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat. A large digit presses down on the mark. “Perhaps, I do.”

Your bruised skin burns at the pressure but your mind burns even brighter processing what Otto just admitted; what he could be imagining as he traces the uneven blood crusts left by the sharp teeth of his counterpart. And your silence is even more telling; somehow even more than the quickening of your breathing, your pulse confessing everything to his touch.

“What do you want?” you struggle to say, mouth heavy.

He smiles, almost gently, but his eyes are predatory. You’re not unfamiliar with the look on his face and isn’t that a thrill. With Olivia, you could have used her actuators as an excuse for your actions; not that you had any intention to though. With Otto, however, the shackles are quickly removed and the raised eyebrow he offers looks like an opportunity for flight.

You don’t take it.

There he stands, the reason for sleepless nights, the unhealthy obsession you can’t wrap your mind around. He looks down and it feels intimate, almost natural if you could ignore your surroundings, the sensation of your suit, and the four red eyes watching you closely.

His fingers are back on the bruise, ignoring your question. “Who gave you this?”

You’re about to lie through your teeth when he adds: “No one important, I’m sure?”

Your spit is thick when you swallow. “Self-centered much?”

He laughs. “You don’t have to answer. You’ll forget them soon enough.”

Doubtful, you think. At the very least, you’ll be haunted forever by the juxtaposition of two universes. “Keep telling yourself that.”

You’re still frozen in the chair, free but still bound by the desire running rampant under your skin and his long fingers around your neck. He’s not even bothered by your comment; Otto has always been radiating confidence, and you know that if one person could erase Olivia from your mind, even for a moment, it’d be him. Fittingly. Her alternate self with whom you share a deeper bond, a long-term rivalry, a never-ending attraction…

He straightens up, hand leaving your neck and you feel a lot colder. In a smooth movement, he takes off his glasses, and you’re assaulted by the gentleness of his brown eyes. The same eyes you kept seeing alongside Olivia’s green ones.

“I want to erase all of this tension.” You realize he finally answered you when he says: “Now tell me, little spider, what do you want?”

There’s no way around it, is it? You can’t just admit you’ve been chilling in an alternate dimension with his alternate self and that you’ve been thinking about him every single minute spent running away and fighting. You can’t just admit you had the best sex of your life with a women-him who confronted you to the extent of the absurd and frankly unethical feelings you distil for your archenemy. You can’t tell him you’ve been fantasizing about the weight of his body, the strength of his hands, the thrill hidden behind each actuator… The thoughts are too much to bear or explain.

“You.”

The grin he gives you is enough of an acknowledgement.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Broad palms stretch across your back, feeling the dryness of your skin, dipping fingers in the tender joints of your muscles as you sigh. His silence almost feels reverent; a stark contrast with Olivia’s rough handling. She spent her time hovering over you, close but never touching, wallowing in the superiority induced by the distance between you. Otto however seems intent on pressing as much skin as possible to yours, enveloping you completely.

“Your back is surprisingly devoid of scars,” he comments.

Your haughty chuckle dies in your throat, distracted by the warmth of his hand snaking to your abdomen to pull you closer. “I always face my enemies,” you answer after a second or two.

His petting stops. “How brave.” The press of clammy skin and well-worn leather melt away the chill raised by his exploring hands. Not entirely because his breath bounces off the crook of your neck, and it’s so easy to get lost in the clash between warmth and cool. “What does that say about me?”

You understand belatedly the insinuation of your previous statement. “Is it trust?” He taunts, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Hell no,” you fire back, “you’re the last person I could trust.”

It’s a lie; you’ve met far shadier and far more morally reprehensible enemies than Dr. Otto Octavius. “I’m offended.” His fingers are running higher on your torso, leaving chills behind like a powder trail ready to combust. You’re not certain you’ll be able to survive this wildfire. “Killing you would be a waste,” he adds as an afterthought.  

“Yeah, your life would be so boring without me.” You smile, stretching your numb arms.

“Indubitably.” The actuator holding your arms up loosens and your heart tightens at the admission. “Although—“

One fat finger from a hand you’ve, regrettably, forgotten press forcefully on your sex; its outline peaking scandalously through your suit. Your gasp is silent but your whole body tenses up against his chest. “—the same could be said about you.”

You swallow a snarky remark. Anything you say could incriminate you further, and your body already does an amazing job on its own. Thankfully, the Doctor is happy to keep the conversation alive: “Could we call this a truce then?”

You wouldn’t call a quick dirty fuck a truce. It’s a distraction, a wonderfully effective one. “As if!” You scoff. “You’re going to prison after this.”

Another finger joins its lonely mate, rubbing in tandem with the spandex against your pelvis. The suit is designed for comfort and to avoid chaffing despite being skin-tight (which you’ve never been more thankful for at the moment), but it’s not an efficient protection against the softness of his caress. You’ll soon want to rip the offending fabric off to press more forcefully on teasing fingers, but for now, you’ll hang on to the last thread of reason the suit provides you. Who knows if you’re not actually dreaming?

“You’re in no position to promise such things, I’m afraid.” He’s right and there’s nowhere else you’d like to be at the moment.

Otto retrieves his hand. “Hey! Don’t—” Your mouth snaps shut but it’s already too late.

You feel him straightening up, leaving your sweaty back to the cold air of the room. You can’t see him but you hear his chuckle and his actuators rattling.

“I see,” he says, “you’re just desperate.”

“Desperate for what? You?” Better dedicating yourself completely to the monkey business. “I’ve had the best fuck of my life two days ago, I’m not desperate.”

The claw holding your arms up retracts and despite the physical retrieve it offers you, you can’t help but wonder if you’ve played a role a bit too well. The shining eye of the actuator stares directly at your face, and you watch it stretch with dubious eyes— “Such a clever mouth.” – until it pushes you against naked skin, squeezing you back tight against Otto’s body…

“I’ve always thought a good fuck could humble you greatly.”

…and his unmistakable excitement. The remaining slivers of coherence leave you at the vulgarity of his sentence and the tantalizing, unique snap of his hips.

“Always?” Your voice is lost in a whisper.

His breath hitches, you’re almost certain of it. His nose brushes against your shoulder, and a hand snakes back over your abdomen as the actuator retracts, holding you even closer. It’s funny how you already are near losing your mind. Your eyes are open but you barely see, only the dark blur of the metallic beam on which you hold on. You’re completely helpless, bent almost in half by the weight of his body, trembling legs and shaking from anticipation; heady from his admission.

Otto hums and the sound vibrates through you. “Fuck, look at you.”

Desperate for the touch of a madman, two seconds away from panting like a dog from how fast your heart is beating, shameful…

“How could I not desire this?” His digits wander in the ridges of your muscles, the dips of your skin. His breath is hot and moist against your shoulder. “You entice me. I can’t wait to make you beg.”

The actuator fixated on your face moves closer, rotating his head in agreement.

“You’ll never hear me be—“

You startle. Another mechanical arm has taken hold of your suit, tugging before tearing it apart like a sheet of paper. A still coherent voice at the back of your mind fustigates you for ruining two perfectly good suits in less than seventy-two hours; the remaining ninety percent short-circuits. You realize, with no amount of dignity left, that your skin is dripping wet. “Shit.”

“Would you look at that?” You can’t look. You don’t want to look. “How flattering.”

The glide of his hand is disgustingly arousing, and you moan unabashedly when he finally – finally – relents and touches your neglected sex. It’s too good to be normal. Lost in your breathy whines, you think about Olivia and her sweet torture session. Even she hasn’t been able to tease such a strong reaction out of you this quickly. How fucked up are you?

Twice you left your body in the hands of an Octavius for experimentation, and you’re afraid this time will be the one that’ll leave you crawling back for more.

“So close so soon?” Otto tuts. “Disappointing.”

His touch stops altogether. You groan. “As lovely as it sounds to make you come more than once, I do intend on experimenting a little more with you.”

Damned Octavius-es! Loving to hear themselves talk, loving to drag things torturously slow…

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” you pant, closing your eyes to gather your thoughts.

“You’re a degenerate, aren’t you?”

He steps away, and you hear the squeaking of leather falling to the ground. You yearn to turn around and watch him in all his half-naked glory. Instead, a metallic arm wraps around your ankle, pushing your legs apart. You feel exposed, the cold air of the warehouse striking your wet skin in an overwhelming contrast. It gets worse when Otto puts a wide palm on the curve of your ass, spreading you and observing the way you part in an embarrassing, squelching noise.

You have no time for a witty comeback: he presses one thick finger into you. You gasp. The intrusion is more surprising than hurting, it distracts you enough from your upending orgasm. His fingers curl inside you, so warm, spreading you open with ease.

He hums pensively. “You feel tight. You’re certain you’re not lying when bragging about your last date?”

A date. You manage not to scoff. “There are other ways to have sex. You’re just old-school.”

Otto chuckles. “More fun for me.”

His mouth is back to your ear, and his affected state is unmistakable. “Let’s see how long you can last before you beg me to fuck your pretty hole.”

The next minutes are excruciating. You lose your voice and all sense of coherency. He fucks you harshly, curling, twisting, scissoring his fingers as you pant hot, condensed air. You could have ignored it (you could have) if he hadn’t been alternating between making sure you were loose for him, and stroking you ‘til you’re leaking enough to use your precum for his mistreatment. And all this time, you were being watched closely by the red eye of his actuator, held tight by two others.

Two delayed orgasms later, and three fingers deep in you, you are near your breaking point. You’ve lost track of time, lost control over your vocal chords and you’re secretly glad you’re not in an apartment right now. The neighbors might have complained.

“Nothing to say?” Otto asks. You can hear his shit-eating grin.

“F-Fuck. No.”

“As you wish.”

He spits directly on your fluttering opening before stuffing four fingers in. You definitely scream this time.

“Otto!” You don’t even recognize the sound of your own voice.

He hums in fake interest. “What is it, love?”

Your heart beats even faster. You hate him for that. He thrusts against your walls. “Oh, fuck!”

“Not even close, darling.”

Your moan sounds devastated. His other hand snakes to your front, stroking you with clever fingers and you feel yourself overflowing. You know you could come from this alone, but your half-delirious brain somehow craves more. You want the press of his soft body on your back again, and his bruising mouth on your neck. Perhaps even his teeth right where Olivia marked you. You want his warm hands on your aching skin, on the map of scars he left on you.

“Now,” he sighs, “what do we—“

“Please.”

His stillness attests to his surprise. You share the sentiment but you’re this close to losing your goddamn mind; you don’t really care anymore except for the chance of feeling him inside you.

“What do you want?” he hisses, stroking you impossibly harder.

“You,” you cry out. Otto disengages with an irritated sound. “Wait!”

He grabs your chin, almost choking you in the process. You realize your cheeks are wet. “I’ll leave you like this, you hear me?” His voice is harsh, raspy. “Now, be very specific, pet.”

“Fuck me!” What a pathetic display you make. “I can’t take this anymore.”

You look directly into the actuator’s eye. It gives you a thrill. “Please, Doctor.”

You register distantly his labored breathing, the slight tremor in his fingers when he releases you to get rid of his trousers. Despite having been thoroughly prepared, the filthy glide of his cock stretches you wider, reaching deeper parts of yourself. Your legs tremble and the only reason you’re not collapsing on the ground is the tight hold his actuators have on you. His arms wrap around your torso, and the furnace of his skin turns you to embers.

“Come on, just give it to me!” Even in your tormenting need, you somehow find it in you to be bossy. “Otto—“

He grabs your face forcefully, turning it towards him. His strong nose is pressed in your right cheek, and the encompassing heat of his breath tickles the corner of your mouth. You want to kiss his plump lips so badly.

“From now on, it’s Doctor Octavius for you.”

The stretch burns from lack of lubrication, but he plunges into you without any concerns. The snap of his hips is so strong you topple forward in a pitiful cry. Otto fucks you harshly, frantically while holding your mouth close to his. He pants through his nose and you respond in kind by moaning loudly. If you had more time, you’d have wished for Olivia to wreck you like this, to have you feel her skin as she fucks you. Her fingers, her actuators, anything to make you feel this full.

“Doc’,” you choke, twisting your neck to partially meet his chapped lips, “harder.”

“You greedy little thing.”

The actuators at your legs disentangle themselves, planting in the ground in a loud crack. The combined strength of Otto’s hips and his mechanical allies pushes you completely against the metal beam. You’re glad, unable to hold yourself upright as you’re assaulted by this indescribable force.  Your screams speak volumes:

“Ah! Ah, shit!”

He’s now groaning against your cheek, sweat gathering on his forehead and running on your skin. The whole ordeal is disgusting and you want more. You need more.

Greedy. You’re so greedy.

In an unconscious movement, your numb hand releases the beam to bury itself in his damp bangs. It elicits a downright animalistic snarl from Otto, so you tug. Hard.

“Fuck,” he hisses. It sounds like pain but his hips shake, losing his rhythm.

The embers he created coil in your abdomen. Your limited movements don’t stop you from pushing against him, chasing the spark that’ll finally ignite you. You mutter disjointed sentences – ‘come on’s, ‘so good’s, and debauched iterations of his name – which he answers with more groans and moans of his own. You cling to him, breathing in the strong essence of leather and sweat, twisting your neck, even more, to meet his lips in an almost kiss, anchoring him closer and deeper until—

“Break down, sweetheart.”

He bites the scream you let out. It’s his words, this final act of stimulation, this echo of another universe, that lights you up. He catches your tears with his lips and you come, powerless against the intensity of the sensation. Otto follows you, pumping his spend inside you for what seems like forever. Your own clings to your trembling skin. You try to regulate your senses, still focused on the twitching of your muscles, on the throbbing length of his cock and his ragged breathing.

The actuators retract and you expect him to do the same but he stays anchored to you. The nuzzling of his nose against your cheek somehow manages to freak you out more than the aftermath of this whole conundrum. Your fingers in his hair relax, scratching his scalp in response to his caresses. Your neck hurts from the unusual position you force it into, but it’s the least of your worries when his mouth is right there.

Sadly, he steps away, slipping out from you in a deafeningly wet noise. Your legs fail you but you hold onto the metal beam, now warm under your touch. The contraction of your muscles has the unfortunate effect of letting his hot cum leek out of you, cascading along your thighs. Otto lets out a contemplative hum.

“You paint a pretty picture, I must say.”

His thumb dips into your flesh, spreading your sensitive entrance as more of him comes out of you.

You huff, straightening up. “Hands off.”

Your suit is in shambles on the ground; you look at it dejectedly. Olivia had the intelligence of divesting you of it, not ripping it to shreds. Men.

“Hard to take me to prison in this state, right?”

You turn to glare at him but you end up gaping at the two actuators throwing Otto’s leather coat on your shoulders.

“Thanks.” You try to summon your usual carefree attitude but you find yourself unable to. You’ve somehow been more easy-going with your life on the line and under the near-psychotic gaze of Olivia than you are now. You wonder what that says about you. “This doesn’t change anything. Next time, I’ll kick your ass so hard they’ll have to drag you to your cell.”

He laughs lowly. “’Sounds promising.”

He’s not insinuating—

You clear your throat, adjusting the coat around you to shield you from the cold seeping into your bones. You feel uneasy being watched so closely by three pairs of eyes. Otto hands you something: the ruffled mask he snatched off before. You take it.

“You know that the purpose of a mask is to hide your face?” you mutter, stuffing it inside one of his pockets.

He shrugs. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“…Sorry, what?”

It’s how you wear the mask that matters? Perhaps it’s better off… sometimes.

[my-writings-and-musings]

hi!! could I request a tfe bumblebee x bot! reader who is also in hiding, and she stops by on occasion to check on the Terrans? No stress if you can't :) Thank you!!!

Oooooooh definitely! I made it especially soft and romantic because we need more soft and romantic Earthspark Bee. Thank you for the ask!

You'd sent a message ahead regarding your impending arrival, contacting Bumblebee through the encrypted channel the two of you shared to let him know you'd be moving through the area and hoped he'd be free for a visit, and as always the enthusiasm in his reply had warmed your spark. It wasn't as if you were any less excited, but you were a little worn down after covering thousands of miles in mere days. Being on the run made stops like these quite hard to set up safely.

There was little worry in your spark now though, and as you finally saw the warm glow of a cozy home shining through the dark forest you were beyond thrilled to send the message of your impending arrival. Bumblebee replied in the affirmative almost instantaneously, and you couldn't stop smiling as you grew closer with every step. The kids would be there as well, and you were confident they'd have a million questions about your travels and even more stories of their own adventure to share. No amount of exhaustion could temper your enthusiasm to meet with the family after so many long months away.

The rumble of an engine caught your audial, and you arrived at a gap in the trees just in time to see a yellow sports car zooming in your direction. Brief, instinctive alarm gave way to confusion when the vehicle drew close enough for you to recognize a very familiar paint job.

"Bee?" you said as he skidded to a halt on the grass, tires struggling for purchase before he transformed and stumbled into a run with the momentum. Looking too enthusiastic to feel awkward, his bright blue optics met yours, and everything beyond the mech you loved melted away. You were running to meet him before you even knew you were moving.

"Y/N!" he said as the two of you collided with a clank for a long overdue hug. Feeling his frame against yours all but melted away the tension of the past few months, your actuators relaxing save for the tightness with which you wrapped your arms about him and held on for dear life. Every part of him felt like home, his voice everything you didn't know you needed as he whispered into your audial. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too..." you sighed, so content you could have stayed there for hours just soaking in his presence. It took a moment for uncertainty to cut through the blissful reunion, especially as you realized it was about nine people short of what you'd been expecting. Figuring they were all still in the house or the Dugout, you pulled your helm back to face him with a raised optic ridge and a perplexed smile. "But why drive all the way over here? I was making my way to the house to meet you and the kids."

Bumblebee blushed at the question, embarrassment briefly lighting up his cheeks before he cleared his vents to answer. "I know, and they've got a ton of new things to show you, Hashtag probably has a few days worth of footage saved up." he explained with equal pride and amusement, making you chuckle as you imagined the impromptu movie night that was waiting for you. Softening his expression once more, the Scout looked to the side, holding you closer but speaking quietly. "But I... wanted a few minutes with you. Just the two of us."

The open vulnerability from the usually private mech briefly made your optics widen in surprise, but you recovered and closed them to bring your forehelm forward and tap it against his, a tender gesture of intimacy between bots. Bumblebee returned it with a tiny sigh, savoring your presence as much as you did his. In a few minutes the two of you would head for the Dugout and reunite with the family for what would be a delightful evening of games and catching up, but for now, the two of you were just going to enjoy the quiet together. There was no way to know when you'd next have the chance...

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @writingkitten, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @ghostlypie, @verysmolnerd (can’t tag don’t know why), @freddiefredfive

warnings: drinking, swearing, Otto has a slight panic attack and the actuators go a little crazy

running across campus, I clutched my bag to my shoulder. The flyer in my hand fluttered in the wind as I ran. One more class then I could go see Norman Osborn and his special guest talk about whatever it was they were going to talk about. A scream to my left made me pause. Turning my head slightly, I noticed an actuator turning slowly from person to person. The red light caught my eye as it focused on me. Slowly, the light changed color; going from red to pink to light blue. I looked past the actuator to find the man it would be attached to. Standing in the middle of the campus green, turning his head this way and that was Otto Octavius. As the actuator moved closer to me, his head snapped over. Reaching up slowly, I gently stroked the arm. The claw closed and I could hear a faint humming sound coming from the machinery, making me smile softly at it.

“I’m sorry.” Otto said as he walked over, causing the actuator to move away from me. “They get a little…overzealous when…well when my emotions get high.” I shrugged it off, smiling brightly at him.

“it’s alright.” I said. “I’m late for a class anyway. Might as well have a good excuse.” Otto nodded, his cheeks dusted pink as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“in that case, do you uh…” he cleared his throat and gently pushed an actuator out of the way as it tried to peer over his shoulder at me. “Do you have a phone I can borrow? Just for a minute. I need to call a friend to figure out where I’m supposed to go. See I’m…”

“you’re the special guest at the event with doctor Osborn!” I exclaimed, already digging into my pocket for my phone. I unlocked it after a few attempts. Holding it out to him as he nodded, I held up the flyer with my other hand. “I was hoping to go to that after the class!” Otto blushed deeper and smiled.

“I can highly recommend it. Norman has thought up some pretty interesting topics for this.” Otto said softly. “Mainly about physics but it could be beneficial even if that isn’t your major.” Our fingers brushed as he took my phone and typed in Norman Osborns number. He turned away from me and took a couple steps in the opposite direction but the actuators remained fixed on me.

One drew closer cautiously before closing its claw and gently nudging my arm. I gently pet it again, getting a look from Otto as the humming sound started again. I laughed as the other three actuators came over and surrounded me. Gentle nudges and a few claws clicking continued to make me laugh as they all fought for my attention. The light in the middle of the claw had gone white now as one wrapped around me fully. I looked around me as it did, arms up so they wouldn’t be trapped against my waist. “No. Down. Don’t…don’t do that.” Otto said sternly as he turned back to me to see exactly what the actuators had done. they pulled back almost bash fully and I gave one a quick pat as it passed by.

“sorry. I…” Otto shook his head at me and I blurted out before he could speak. “They act like kids.” Ottos eyes went wide and he nodded.

“they do. How…” he took a deep breath and gulped before trying again. “How much do you know about what happened to me? And Norman?” I smiled sadly at him.

“I was here in New York at the time. In high school.” I started. “Doctor Osborn tested some high grade super soldier serum on himself and went mad. Became the green goblin. When the fusion reactor…I had just started college. And you…” it was my turn to gulp. “The inhibitor chip was fried when you…so the AI…they…took…over.” I whispered. Otto nodded, his gaze downcast. “But you guys were cured. The details are hazy but you’re…better.” Otto nodded again. “So with a working inhibitor chip, how…why…children?” I stumbled, a quick look at the time on my phone told me I was better off just skipping my class. To prove my intent, I walked over to a bench and sat down with my backpack on the ground. Otto looked around at the deserted campus and sat down next to me, carefully keeping the actuators away from me.

“How much do you know about AI?” Otto countered. I shrugged, a small smile on my face.

“I know that one of the things we’d like it to do is learn. From mistakes and things we feed it. To better itself and improve.” Otto nodded. “But there’s also dangers and of course the overarching worry of people of a certain age that this will create skynet and lead us into the robot wars.” I laughed and Otto joined in.

“you aren’t wrong.” He smiled at me. “Are you in that age group?” I snickered.

“subtle way of asking my age doctor octavius.” I smirked at him as he slowly turned red. “When you don’t even know my name yet.” Otto stuttered and I bit my lip. “It’s (Y/N) by the way. And not really. I mean I’m old enough to have seen terminator but to buy into the idea that we really will create skynet, nah. That’s a little far fetched for me.”

“so…” Otto cleared his throat. “So since you understand the basics, you will get this part. When I made the AI to control the arms, I set it to basic parameters. To be controlled by my thoughts and my thoughts alone. When the chip was fried, the AI connected to my subconscious. The desire to finish what I had started. That if I did I would avenge my…Rosie…even though…” he broke off abruptly and I reached over to grab his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It tapped into baser instincts. And started to build a base line for the AI off that. With the new chip, it still has that base line but it also has my conscious and subconscious helping it tell the difference between right and wrong. What it should and shouldn’t do.” I nodded.

“but it still has a mind of its own.” I said. Otto nodded.

“exactly. So they explore. Meet new people.” He shot me a shy smile. “Try new things. And I can hear them. Not like it was but I can hear them in my head. Have conversations. They build up from the baseline to continue towards what they could and should become.” I nodded again.

“I’m not gonna lie. That’s pretty cool.” I smiled at him as one of the actuators finally got passed him and settled against my leg. I started to gently stroke it the same I would a dog. “Having those voices in your head…how do you tell them apart? Doesn’t it ever get to be…too much?” I asked. Otto shrugged.

“second question first. Sometimes. But they tend to know the limit and stop right before they cross it.” Otto watched me as I kept petting the arm. “I uh…I named them. They have distinct tones. In my head. And I named them. To…kind of differentiate who I was talking to.” My eyes lit up.

"Really?!" I exclaimed. Otto nodded. "Who is this?" I asked, pointing at the actuator in my lap.

“that’s moe.” Otto said. I smiled down at the actuator on my lap and then looked up at the other three. “This is flo.” Otto touched the one resting on his right shoulder. “This is Harry.” A vague gesture over his left shoulder. “And the one hiding behind me is Larry.” I nodded.

“hello.” I whispered to them. My phone going off broke us out of our little world.

“oh shit!” Otto exclaimed, standing up quickly and getting a mess of chatter from the actuators. “I’m late! I’m sorry. I have to go.” Otto started to head in the direction of the theater.

“oh!” I checked the time and realized that I should probably head to the presentation too. I started towards my dorm to drop off my backpack.

“(Y/N)!” Otto called as he rushed back over. I turned towards him with a smile. “Norman and I are going to a bar afterwards. It’s called the spot. Uh I’d…it would be…do…” Otto stumbled over his words. I gently reached out and grabbed his hand.

“I’d like to grab a drink with you.” I said softly. Otto sighed in relief and squeezed my hand back. “Good luck Otto! I’ll see you after!” Otto turned back and ran off to the theater. I headed back to my dorm and dropped off my bag before leaving again to grab a seat at the presentation. Making sure I sat front and center, I waved at Otto as he came out with Norman Osborn. He smiled at me and mow moved in a waving motion. I smiled back and paid attention to the best of my ability. After the presentation, I had a slight headache but headed towards the bar anyway.

“(Y/N)!” Otto waved at me from a back corner booth. “Over here!” I smiled over at him as I headed over. Pulling my sleeves down over my hands, I blushed as Norman Osborn turned around in his seat to look over at me. Ottos eyes flickered to Norman as he said something. The smile never left his face though.

“hello.” I waved at the two of them with a small smile before moe pushed into my hand. “Hello to you guys too.” A small laugh escaped me as flo came over to usher me into the booth next to Otto. The man in question was blushing bright red while I sat down next to him.

“I’m Norman Osborn.” The man across from us offered me his hand and I shook it, awestruck.

“Dr. Osborn, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I gushed. Moe had slid into my lap and flo was trying to lay over my shoulders. Otto seemed to be having a conversation with them, trying to rein them in before they caused any trouble. Norman laughed.

“you can call me Norman.” He waved his hand at me. “And you must be (Y/N). Ottos already told me about you. Seems like you are one of the only people on campus to not be freaked out by the actuators.” I shrugged.

“what can I say? I’ve been fascinated with them ever since…” I trailed off, knowing better than to go too far into my obsession with how they worked in front of other people. Otto stared at me.

“that’s why you understand AI so well.” He blurted out. I turned towards him, blushing. “You’ve studied them already.” I nodded slowly.

“not in a creepy weird way. They were the first of their kind. Case studies were done but nothing definitive. Mostly speculation on how you did it.” I explained. Otto blushed with a smile.

“it also explains why you aren’t scared of them.” Norman added. I nodded, shooting a glance at the older man.

“I’m not looking to study them. But I do admit, they are as fascinating up close as they are on paper.” I admitted. Otto drew me into conversation easily, changing the subject to what they had been talking about in the presentation. Norman was largely left out, watching the two of us with a slight smile on his face as Otto opened up to me more. At one point, Larry started to drift away, making Otto realize what was going on and excusing himself to go to the restroom.

“i haven’t seen him so happy in years.” Norman finally spoke up. “It’s been rough on him, everything we’ve been through. It’s why I asked him to come speak with me. I thought it would get him out of his shell a bit.” I laughed at that. “But I mean come on. I became a third wheel to something that was my idea in the first place.” Norman chuckled. “The bar. Not asking you to come here. That was all otto.” I blushed.

“thank you for letting me stick around. You don’t have to.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “You haven’t really…” Norman held up a hand.

“I have and I don’t mind. Otto needs this. Even if it’s just friendship. So continue on. I’m going to head out once he comes back.” Norman winked at me and I nodded. Otto returned a few minutes later and Norman took his leave. “You two have fun. My tab will be open all night so stay as long as you want.” He patted Otto on the shoulder as he left and Otto chuckled nervously.

“he’s a nice guy.” I offered. Otto nodded.

“gave me a job at oscorp. Funded the beginning of my project.” He said hurriedly. “We were friends since college. I’m lucky to have someone like him on my side.” I nodded.

“you really are.” I agreed. I looked at the time and sighed. “I should head back to my dorm. It’s late and I have classes tomorrow.” I stood up, dropping a bill on the table. “For the tip.” I explained when Otto starred at it.

“can I walk you back to your dorm?” He asked suddenly. I nodded in agreement and took his offered arm. We walked back in relative silence and once we got to the door, he hesitated. “We’ll be on campus for a few more days, if you want to meet up again.” Otto said. I nodded with a smile.

“I’d love to!” I exclaimed. Otto smiled sweetly at me.

“my number is in your phone.” He said as my eyes widened. “Let’s call it wishful thinking.” He rubbed the back of his neck before leaning in to kiss my cheek. “Talk to you soon (Y/N).” He said before turning and walking back across campus. I stood there stunned, with a hand on my cheek before turning to go into the dorm with the biggest smile I’d ever had on my face.

[braindead94]

Power Bottom

Here's one of my fics that Im planning to post here. I have others on AO3 under the same name. Its about Doc Ock and Spider-Girl! Reader who makes a stupid move while fighting. It is also an ongoing series that is slow to update, this is the first part.

Warning: forced kissing, unwanted touches, fighting, Doc Ock being HOT. Minors DNI

You wont lie: being Spider-Girl is amazing sometimes. 

Sure, you might not have the most glamorous life by fighting criminals in the sewers or fighting them near a dump. The public might not like you; per say (thanks JJJ for the great press). And yes, your social life as yourself had to be put on hold on numerous occasions while fighting big names like The Lizard or The Juggernaut (He’s looooooads of fun to clean up afterwards….).

But there were times like these where you were swinging in the air, pulling on your organic webs hard to make you soar in the air, the feeling of nothing holding you back…

This was one of the greatest things about being a hero.

Until that moment was ruined by Doc Ock showing up.

You sighed as you heard the familiar click-clank of his powerful arms storming through the streets. “Ahhhhhgrrrrreaaaat, what is it this time?” You muttered as you allowed yourself to free fall. Snagging a web to a building, you followed the trail of destruction and people running away.

Dr.Octavius was climbing up the walls away from the tail of police cars that stopped at a building he clambered up. One cop saw you and shouted, “Go get him Spidey!” as you swinged above him. You gave him a salute before gallivanting up to the criminal.

Landing perfectly in front of Otto, you stood on the wall. Sticking straight against gravity with your super strength. “So, this is a nice change of pace. Usually, I'd have to hit up on abandoned warehouses to find you sneaking about for some leftover science garbage. Let me guess: your old age finally made your bones crack loud enough for them to hear?”

Doc Ock, with his shiny actuators attached to his back reared back from you. He crossed his arms as his (admittedly handsome) face looked irritated. The wind from this height blew his two trench coats widely around him, showing more of his shirtless chest. ‘Oh Lord, he just had to be shirtless today, didn’t he?’ You think, your cheeks blushing while biting your bottom lip. Your heart beated faster as your mind went into the gutter before you snapped out of it. You counted your lucky stars that you were smart enough to wear a costume that covered your face.

“One of the nice security personnel just got lucky when I was at one of Stark's labs.” He explained, not taking the bait you not so perfectly laid out for him. “Ooooooh, and you got scared by one guy? Jeez, if that’s what it took to get you up and about, I wouldn’t have to fight you a lot.” You joked, resting your hands on your hips.

“Well, it would probably be because he will no longer be ‘up and about’ anymore. Don’t worry; he IS alive. If you call it that.” He replied, a sinister smile creeped into his lips. Your blood ran cold, making you jump into gear and jump out at him.

Again, you never seemed to learn that you never make the first swing.

Otto let out a shameless laugh as he moved to the side, his upper arms strike out to you. You managed to slip away from them in the air in time for one of the bottom ones to make a grab at you. One of it’s claws scratched your side when you webbed away from it. It seemed to cackle in victory with his claws opening and closing.

‘Fuck! Need to get this on even ground.’ You look to the ground, where a crowd of people were surrounding the police and continued to grow. ‘Far from them. Get him talking, get him angry to follow you to the top of a building.’

“So, the great, intelligent Doc Ock has been spooked by one man. Not even a superpowered one! What? Is your hearing aid not working right today?” Otto utters a growled, his dark sunglasses hiding his eyes glaring daggers at you while having one of his actuators rip out a chuck of contrite off of the building and throw it at you.

You web it and swing it back at him as you make your getaway. Dumb move: his arms crumbled it into smaller pieces. You ducked down quickly to make a wide web to catch any falling debris as you continued to swing away. 

Leading Otto higher onto the roofs. Some smoke bellowed out of the exhaust pipes, making you cough behind the mask as you ran on solid ground. You heard the claws stomp behind you, coming faster and faster.

“You think you're being very clever by insulting me to follow you, don’t you?” Doc Ock called out, his baritone voice filled with command and vile. “I was kinda hoping that we wouldn’t fight on the ground in front of the press, they just never get my good side.” You called back, flipping over to another building and shooting gobs of webs at him. 

He raised his actuators to block off the attack, making the two that got caught to get stuck together. Otto paused to try to remove it with a bottom arm, which you then jumped back to where he was and pounced on him. You webbed one of his flesh hands on the roof as you landed on top of him.

“Gotcha now-” You stopped, blushing harder than before when you realized how you landed on him.

Your legs were straddling his very wide hips, your butt just shy away from his crouch and a hand resting on top of his (plushy) pecs.

Silence fell hard between you two, your eyes looking right at him also surprised as you did, still as a rock. His actuators almost seemed to weave in the air in confusion.

Slowly, Ottos face then turned bemused. “Well, well, well… this has certainly turned into a delectable turn of events.” His deep voice purred. Your eyes widen as your body clenched at his suave voice.

“Oh-Oh God, I am so, so sorry!” Your voice squeaks a pitched higher, your heart now pounding like a jackhammer. Quickly taking your hand off of him, you stutter over your words as you try to gather your thoughts, trying not to touch anything but him.

“Shit, I totally didn’t mean to end up like this- let’s just forget that this is hap-” You make a move to get off of him when an actuator quickly wraps around your waist twice. With another squeak, you try to pry it off of you with your free arms, but it only tightens its hold on you. 

Your nerves started to fry in panic, your movements all jittery while the heavyset man just laid all calm and collected with his hooded eyes covered by his special glasses. His free hand rested on his bare stomach as the rest of the actuators (the two got free from your webs) all slinked up and aimed their bulbs at you. You rambled on, saying nothing and everything at the same time to get him to just-Let-Go!

“-Like, can’t we just move on from this?? I just go one way and you go the other way and we both don’t look back on this-” “I’m not sure if you know this, my dear, little spider,” He interrupted as his gloved hand lifted up to your belly. 

Your cheeks become warmer as his fingers brushed up over his metal arm, just grazing over your super suit, over your chest and up to your neck where it cupped your head to look down at him. “But my actuators detect not only heat signatures, but heart rate as well.”

You just noticed how fast your heart was beating, pounding with a mixture of fear and unease. Lust is definitely not part of that, nope. “W-w-w-w-well, if that were the ca-ca-case,” You stutter, painfully aware how his arms were now slithering around you, nuzzling against your back like a cat headbutting. One reached down to slip his glasses off, leaving his big eyes looking up at you. His eyes looked hungry, and that’s what scared you the most.

“T-t-t-then how come you missed that guard back the-” One arm grabbed your neck with it’s claw. You gasped as you grabbed it, trying to pry it off as the lower arm tightened its grip on you again. Your spider-sense is tingling, not to an alarming degree, but still buzzing enough for you to panic a bit.

This was getting out of hand; here you are practically sitting on New Yorks, maybe one of the world's greatest supervillain, with his actuators almost have you in wraps, Doc Ock has his only hand resting on your hip, you, a hero, is getting fucking turned on.

‘Lord, if you're there: Please kill me now’ You begged as Otto chuckled.

“We are having such a nice moment, Spider-Girl. Lets not ruin it with petty insults.” Said Otto, squeezing your thigh nicely. “Okay, thi-this is getting too weird,” You muttered. “Let me go now!” He tisk. “Now why would we do that when the fun just got started, hmm?” You try to use your super strength to pull the claw off of your neck, but his hand slipped up to your hip again, distracting you again as it dipped to your back and stopped on your butt.

He let out a soft hum, his face just looked mischievous. “I see all the hero business has really given you a mighty workout. Much more fun for us to squeeze.” You yelped as he did so, your legs almost clamp onto his sides. He grunted, reminding you how he is actually fragile to your power, and you are now left with a new problem.

“Lo-look, just let me go. I don't want to hu-hurt you-” a moan slipped out when he raised his leg up against your body, pushing your pelvis over his harness. 

If your cheeks burn any more, they would burn your mask off.

Otto smirked, his lips showing teeth, now looking more at ease. “Ohho, now this is getting interesting.” The arm grinds your hips on the harness and you try to tuck your legs up to get off of him. Two actuators wrapped around them and brought your lags back to their positions, hulting you and leaving you even more stuck. “Ironic, how fast your heart is beating so fast to be close to someone you don’t care about.”

“Please! Just stop!” you yelled, startling how loud your voice is. Even if you two were far away from the crowd, you still brought attention to warrant a helicopter. Possibly. Hopefully not.

“Oh, I like that…” Otto whispered. “It’s not always that I have a beau ideal not only getting turned on, but begging?” He growled, and fuck does his voice sounds just so good.

“Do go on, I’m very keen on hearing your pompous voice begging me to let go. A nice change from your failed attempts at humor.” You groan, but glazing around, you couldn’t just not wait for someone else to rescue you.

Shit, what if the Avengers heard about this?

You bit your lip and got on with it. “Please, Dr.Octavius,” You said, hoping that his former title would maybe favor your plea. “Please let me go.” His smirk just grew. “That’s better, although...” He looked to one of his arms, who was leering down at you then to him. He let out a huff of glee as his dark eyes turned back to you. The hungry only flourish into something more deadly threatening. The danger-buzzing became a thundering ring in your minds eye.

“I think it would be even sweeter if you give me a kiss.”

Oh fuck no.

You got back to the claw on your neck, but it clamps on tight. Almost cutting off your air. “Oh, come now, would a kiss really be that bad? No one will ever know.” He reasoned. His hand trailed one finger up and down your inner thigh. “It would be over quickly and painlessly. If, however, you want to stay up here with a much more enjoyable activity…” That damn finger found itself over to your clothed crotch, JUST ghosting over your clit.

Your body jolted, ecstasy pumped into your blood and a mewl escaped your gasping mouth. The temptation was far too great, God his whole presence is just waiting to be indulge into.

But you still couldn’t ignore how much your spider-sense was yelling at you hard in your mind. This was stepping into something more deadly. ‘But what choice do I got? How can I escape without hurting him??” A voice of reason, not like your own, said that it is safer than what he was asking.

“I can wait all day, I have nothing to hide, well, except for a little hard drive I ‘borrowed’ from Starks. I’m not sure if you do, regarding if the press let their helicopter come out to look at the damages.” You shivered at his voice, glazing about as you willed your arms to let go of the claw on your neck. You try to calm your fast-paced heart beat with even breathing, but it’s not working. “Ju-just one kiss?” you whispered, too low for anyone could hear.

Apparently, his actuator did. Docs famous, corrupted grin returned on his good-looking face, the laughing lines deepening with wicked glee. “Just one, and I’ll let you go.” “.....okay.” Was all you said before the claw finally let go of your neck. 

You rubbed your throat before it returned and nudged your upper body to lean down on him. “Okay, okay, I’m doing it! Jeeze, so impatient.” You muttered. You leaned closer over his face (while trying not to come contact with his torso). That bastard then said “You are going to have to initiate the kiss, my dear. I’m the one who is stuck.” He wiggled his trapped hand to set the point.

You scowled at him, then flinched when you felt more fingers brushing against your crotch. “Well?” You looked at him in the eyes, then sighed. Slowly, you hooked your thumb under your mask (ignoring how your hand was shaking from this) and lifted the mask up above your nose. The spider-sense was now yelling-no, screaming NO at you.

Octavious let out a hum. “My, you look so delightful when you’re disheveled.” ‘Shut the fuck up, you sonofabitch.’ Was what you wanted to say but knew enough not to.

You breathe in the air (much better than breathing through the mask) as you sucked in your lips, then lean down to quickly give him a dry peck on the lips.

Otto looked unimpressed.

“Oh, that can’t be how you kiss.” One of his claws stomped on your back, shoving your whole torso on top of his. You plant your hands on his shoulders but couldn’t push off of him. “You have to kiss me as if you meant it.” His free hand made its way to your nearly clear cheek. You almost panicked when his gloved fingers touched where the end of the mask was, just nearly pushing it off of your face before resting to the back of your head.

“How else am I supposed to be convinced that you really want to be free from my embrace?” He asked. You gulped, your blush returned again as you closed your eyes and pretended.

You pictured your long-time crush, Jessie. He grew up with you through middle and high school, blossoming from an angsty, emo boy to a handsome man from the 1950s. He is, quite literally, the male version of Jessica Rabbit and embraced it wholeheartedly. He was always kind to you when you were growing up, and even more when he became popular in high school. He made sure that you were heard, always seen and validated from your peers. Now going into college: he has bloomed into every dream man that women ever wanted.

Your heart beats more slowly, more comfortable just thinking of him and his elegant face looks at you with his warm eyes. His whole demeanor just pouring radiant of safety and love, just waiting for you to be in his arms. His smooth parted lips just waiting for just a peck.

You leaned down and finally kissed Otto Octavius. It started out slow, your eyes closed as your mind focused on Jessie. Just pretend, just ignore how vastly different Otto's large body is from Jessie's angular, yet hard body.

The supervillain smiled in the kiss, it felt weird, very unlike your crush. Ottos hand smooths over your neck and onto your back, rubbing circles over your shoulder blades. Damn, does that ever feel nice.

Daring to continue this, you trailed your hands over to his face and deepened the kiss further, poking your tongue into his mouth. You imagined Jessie hands over your back, sending tingles of excitement up your spine. But Octavious hummed in the kiss, nearly breaking you away from him.

He was compliant, letting you take charge of it. He would almost push his lips onto yours, but never overpower you. Your fingers made its way to his hair, entangling in his dark locks, bringing his face closer to yours. He smelled like oil, sweat, and smoke. So different than Jessies expensive cologne, but it suited the older man.

Everything felt sooo good, like a sinful temptation that warmed its way from your core. His arms, his real ones, wrapped around your body in a deathly grip while his actuators nearly went limp over your body. You hummed in the kiss, holding his plump cheeks in your hands.

It only took a second to realize that Otto was using both arms to hold you closer to him.

You broke away from the kiss and immediately jumped off of him and quickly webbed away, pulling your mask back on. 

Heart was still racing, still pounding like a horse on steroids. You didn’t look back; you didn’t DARE to see if Doc Ock was chasing you. You mind just reliving that moment with him over and over again as you continue to (very clumsily) swing up to a building away from the scene in New York city and finally allow yourself to sit in silence.

Just sit and reflect on it AGAIN. 

Your face was still warm. Your hands were still shaking from…. that. It wasn’t as if he took your first kiss. You had to admit, it felt nice. Ock was a good kisser, but damn if he is ever so cocky and…. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but by the way your spider-sense was acting would've swore that you were stepping into something dangerous. 

Something that you can’t go back and undo, for it has set to stone. Now that danger is set in motion, and it wants more.

Then, you think back to a sentence he said and you facepalm hard. “Fuck! I forgot to get the damn hard drive!!!”

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

I know this is also a whumpee blog so might I request...Otto...Peter (whichever one you want)...sickfic 👉👈

*spins a gameshow wheel* for bonus points, YOU get to decide who's in which role!

Father and Son

Summary: Otto takes care of a sick Peter 2 ❤️

(I know this strays away from the usual material here, but I just couldn't resist this ❤️ Thank you for your prompt Anon ❤️ I hope you enjoy 🫶)

Otto glanced up at the clock again. His eyebrows furrowed together creating a deep crease in the middle of his forehead. "45 minutes late."

Just then, the door to the lab burst open and Peter stumbled inside.

"Peter, where have you been? I've been worried sick."

The younger man sneezed then coughed in response.

Otto set aside his tools to approach the younger man. "Peter?"

Peter rested against the doorframe. "Sorry I-I'm late Otto."

Otto winced at the scratchy voice. It sounded painful just to listen too.

What's wrong father?

I don't know yet Moe.

Meanwhile, Peter pushed off the doorway and made his way farther in. "There was some bad t-traffic at the l-last intersection."

Otto carefully watched him wobble to his desk. "Peter, are you okay?"

"I'm fine Otto. You don't---don't---."

Three sneezes interrupted Peter's reply.

Otto handed him a kleenex box. "Here."

"Thank you."

As Peter blew his nose, Otto quickly brushed his hand across the younger man's forehead. He winced at the heat radiating off.

The younger man pulled away. "I'm fine Otto."

"I'd believe you more if you didn't look ready to topple over." Otto had one of his actuators grab a water bottle. "Or if you could make full sentences without being interrupted by sneezes."

Peter sniffed. "Just allergies."

Otto fetched some medicine. "Say that to your fever."

"It's low grade," the younger man muttered.

"That's not justifiable Pete." Otto gave him the medicine and the water bottle. "You should have stayed home."

"But I'm still mobile---."

Another sneeze attack interrupted his arguement.

Then Peter whispered so quietly Otto almost missed it, "I hate being sick."

Otto's heart cracked a little. He knew Peter despised feeling useless in any fashion. No wonder he dragged himself here while battling some sort of sickness.

Peter quickly downed his medicine. "Sorry Otto, I'll get to---to work."

The older scientist knew he could send Peter straight home. He could force him right out that door and tell him he wasn't allowed back until he was well again. But this was Peter that Otto was talking about. If he forced him out, he'd be out swinging across the city or sneaking work on his laptop.

So instead of sending him home, Otto plucked him up by his shirt collar. "No work for you today."

A startled squeak left Peter's mouth. "Otto! Wh-what are you---."

"Since you refuse to rest at your apartment, you're resting here instead."

"But I---I---."

The older scientist released his collar. "No buts."

A determined look came across Peter's face as he took a step back and crossed his arms.

Otto opened the door in between the lab and his apartment. "You can come in willingly or I can bring you in."

Peter's shoulders turtled. "I'll---I'll just go---."

Otto grabbed his shoulder. "You won't rest."

Peter blushed. "Otto I just . . . I just can't---."

This time, instead of a sneeze, Peter broke into a coughing fit. He tried to recatch his breath, but he kept breaking into more coughs.

Otto pulled the younger man toward him and let him lean against him as support. In addition, the older scientist patted his back to help loosen whatever was making him cough. By the time Peter was done, his body sagged against the older scientist.

Otto's heart cracked even more as he listened to the heavy wheezes coming out of the younger man. He looked close to tears as he whispered, "I hate this. Everyone's counting on me."

"You can't take care of others if you don't take care of yourself first Pete."

Peter sniffed. "I can't let them down."

Otto carefully lifted Peter's chin up to look him in the eye. "Why should they get the mercy you should be giving yourself?"

The younger man remained quiet as he looked away.

"Why should you wear yourself out to make others happy?"

Tears began to pool in the corners of the younger man's eyes.

"Peter, look at me please."

Peter shook his head. "I'm sorry Otto. I---I don't know why---I'm emotional."

"You've got a lot going on son." The older scientist brushed a few damp curls off of his face. "The emotions need to come out somehow."

A wet chuckle broken by a small cough was the response.

Otto smiled down at the younger man in his arms. "You've been taking care of everyone else, but now, it's your turn to get taken care of."

"What are you-AH!"

The older scientist scooped Peter into his arms. "Taking care of you."

"I---I can w-walk!"

"I'm treating you the same way you treat the younger two when they're sick." Otto stepped into his apartment. "You are confined to the couch until further notice."

Peter blinked in confusion.

Otto placed his charge on the couch. "You're not allowed any work or responsibilities. You are to strictly rest."

"But---!"

"Ah! No arguing. You have some spare changes of clothes here so you're not leaving this spot until you are better."

The statement stunned Peter into silence. He didn't get sick that often so he wasn't used to be cared for as a patient. But those same phrases had come out of his mouth when he took care of a sick Peter 1 or 3.

"Do the younger two know you're sick?"

A blush crept across Two's face.

"I'll save you from their wrath for now." Otto had Harry and Larry remove Peter's shoes while Moe and Flo removed his jacket and Otto took his temp. "But only if you agree to rest."

"B-but . . ."

"You're not inconveniencing me Peter." Otto sat on the couch and read the thermometer. "You're just doing for yourself what you do for everyone else."

Peter's blush darkened. "I---I'll try to be g-good."

"I deduce it will be tough."

The younger man nodded.

Otto squeezed Peter's knee. "We'll work through it together."

"C-could you st-stay?"

"If you want me to."

Peter 2 hesitantly shifted closer to Otto before a sneezing fit stopped him.

The older scientist cooed as he pulled Peter into his lap. "You wanna cuddle?"

The younger man cautiously snuggled into Otto's chest. "Please?"

"Of course son." Otto wrapped a blanket around his charge before pulling him into a firm hug. "You don't have to ask."

Peter shifted until his ear was placed over Otto's heart. The medicine he had taken earlier began to kick in, making his eyes slowly droop close. "Thank you O-otto."

"Love you son."

"Love you too . . . Dad."

The older scientist couldn't tell if Peter's mind was affected by sleep or by the medicine, but he would take the drowsy cuddles from his adorable son any day.

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Captured - Part 3

Otto Octavius x Reader

Dark!Villain!Otto x Avenger!Reader

Summary: You get captured by the evil Doctor Octavius- but he captures your heart as well.

Warnings: Age Gap. Mutual pining. Enemies to Lovers. (Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: I love how the first two came out! here, have a third. Halfway through there is no plot lol my brain went blank.

WC: 1k

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He chuckled. "You heard me."

"I- I dont understand."

"You better understand soon. Or I'll have to play this game again. I personally don't think I like this game, being away from you for so long."

"You're saying you love me? But-"

He cut you off. "Just don't hate me for this. Well, dont hate me anymore than you already do. I'm a villain, you're a hero, after all." Doctor Octavius replied.

"They're scared of you-" You said, looking at the frightened people below in the city streets.

"But your not scared, are you?" He asked.

"... No, I'm not."

His actuators brought you in close to him, close enough for him to kiss your cheek. You were too surprised to even blush.

Then all of the sudden you were in his facility again, sitting in a cell.

Then you blushed. Your face scrunched up as you remembered what he had said just minutes before.

"What, I can't be a villain and love a hero?" Doctor Octavius had told you.

You opened your eyes as a knock sounded on the door of the cell.

Doctor Octavius was standing in the doorway, his actuators posed behind him.

To see him in the door, menacing as he was, you couldn't help but want him more.

"Did you need something?" You asked him.

"Earlier, you said you weren't afraid of me. What did you mean by that?"

You nodded. "I did say that, didnt I? And it's true. I'm not afraid of you like the others. In fact, I was relieved to finally find you."

"What? You were relieved? Why?" Doctor Octavius questioned.

"Because I couldnt forget it. The kiss. I've been searching for you ever since you left me there on that ship."

Doctor Octavius had a blank expression on his face. "You mean... you like me? But I'm your enemy. You shouldn't like your enemy."

"So you can and I cant?" You inquired, thinking of how unfair it seemed.

"That's not what I meant- nevermind. Fine, it's just wierd to like your enemy." Doctor Octavius sighed. "Sorry, I didn't expect this outcome to this problem."

You stood, and, using your speed, arrived next to him. "I don't care what you expected or not. I like you. Is it that hard to understand?"

"What- I-" He was speechless.

Your love for him had bloomed since you saw him last, from when he had let you go.

His eyes were closed, as if he was processing the information.

You took the opportunity to kiss him, and he seemed even more confused at this.

He kissed you back, and then all of the sudden you were pinned against the wall on the inside of the cell.

"Doctor-" You were cut off by a deep, passionate kiss. His hands wrapped around your waist, gripping you tightly.

So tight it hurt. It was what you wanted, what you desired from him. You had missed the pain.

You broke the kiss to breathe. When you had regained your breath, you spoke.

"I- I cant love you, Doctor Octavius. I just..."

He cocked an eyebrow at you. "What do you mean you cant? You can love whoever you want."

"Unless..."

"Unless what?" He was kissing your neck.

You moved away from him for a few moments. When you turned back to him, a tear fell from your eye. "Unless you or I are willing to give up everything."

"I'm willing to live in a cell so long as I'm able to see you."

You pondered on if it could work. But you shook your head as you came to one conclusion: "If I am to continue to love you, we must stay apart as long as possible."

"But-"

You cut him off. "No buts. I hate it just as much as you do. Either that, or you cant be a villain anymore."

"But-" You cut him off by putting a finger to his lips.

"What did I just say? Just take your pick."

"I- I..." He trailed off, his words telling you everything.

He wouldn't give up being a villain. Nor would he give up you. So the only answer was to secretly meet every now and then. You hated it, but it was the only answer.

"Then let me go and I will see you when I can."

"What do you mean?"

"You wont give up villainy, nor me. It-It's the only answer."

He sighed. "Fine. But I dont like it."

You frowned. "I dont like it either." You sat on the one seat in the cell to ponder.

Doctor Octavius came and stood next to you, an intent gaze falling upon your features.

"Doctor Octavius- let me go for now. I promise I will be back, just let me go."

"But I don't want you to leave..." he practically whined.

"I dont want to leave either... But I must." You stood, and Doctor Octavius grabbed your shoulders tightly.

"If you must."

You turned to him, a longing in your eyes.

He pulled you into a big hug, then let you go. You rented a motorcycle from a local dealer, and you sped through the streets of New York.

You arrived at the Avengers tower and parked the bike. Climbing off, you turned and were met with Thor's confused face.

"Holy- you scared me."

"I scared you? You gave me a heart attack when you said 'not again' and were ripped through the side of the ship."

"Relax, okay. I said that because that's what happened last time."

Thor looked confused.

"When I was captured for days? And yall didn't see me over the course of those days? Then I came back and went through a phase of depression? Any of this familiar to you?"

Thors features quickly changed, his confused look disappearing and his brows lifting innocently. "I knew that. Are you sure you are not going to be depressed after this?"

"I cant promise anything, okay? I went through some rough shit when I was captured."

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"Intertwined Souls"

Cast/Aesthetics

AN/ Hey guys I've decided to make my OC an Medici because I didn't feel like making a whole new noble line and since I'm pretty Camelot would be no where near Florence this probably won't be all that historically actuate but I'll try my best to have the mannerisms correct for this time period if you have any positive feedback about how I can improve I'd appreciate it. _________________________________________*Amddiffynwr means protector in Welsh

"Being a woman is no easy feat. We are meant to stand the test of time but we have one fatal flaw. We often forget our worth."

Kat Graham as Lady Victoria Isabel Marie de'Medici

Interactions with characters

"MERLIN I CANNOT BELIEVE WE'VE BEEN IN CAMELOT LESS THAN A DAY AND YOU ALREADY MANAGED TO GET YOURSELF INTO THE STOCKS WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"

"That when you're angry your eyebrows furrow and eyes become squinted you look like a goddess on a war path and it makes me love you even more?"

"..."

"..."

"....are you blushing‐" "Shut up Merlin!"

Colin Morgan as Merlin

"I don't think I've ever loved someone as much as I love you"

"While I appreciate that statement I'm still not doing the Prince's laundry"

"Oh c'mon, please?"

"No."

Katie McGarth as Morgana

"You do know that he worships the very ground you walk upon Isa?"

"That seems to be a recurring statement these days, my lady"

"Because it's true even Arthur sees how you care for each other and he's as oblivious as they come!"

Eoin Macken as Gwaine

"Do you know just how enchanting you are, your Grace?"

"I could gather that from the way your jaw dropped when I walked in, Sir Gwaine."

Kilgharrah

"What is the reason you have come here young sorceress?"

"I felt suffocated with all of the sounds and it would seem that this is the one place in the castle that I find the comfort and tranquility that I seek. You don't mind, do you Great Dragon?"

"...well I suppose not young witch."

Anthony Head as King Uther

"You and the servant boy?! No I won't allow it!! If you want a groom how about my son instead I believe you get along quite well"

Santiago Cabera as Lancelot

"So Merlin, how long have you and her Grace been courting?"

"It's bee– wait courting?! Where did you get that idea?!"

"You ARE aware that you're currently picking flowers for her right now?"

"W-well it's just- she's been having a stressful time lately and I- it doesn't matter the reason because we're just friends!!"

"Whatever you say Merlin."

"Stop smirking!"

Angel Coulby as Guinevere

"Do you care for him, truly?"

"I-"

"And don't say 'of course I do we're friends' because you know that's not what I mean."

Ben Barnes as Daniel Bennett

"You are as beautiful as the day I lost you, Isa"

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Ch.30(2/2)

Dainsleif: This abandoned temple does bear some marks of the Abyss. The Falcon of the West... though it can soar in the wind, it ultimately does naught but hover under the light of the gods...

Aether: What are you talking about?

Dainsleif: Mm? Oh, it's nothing. Let's head inside.

Inside

Dainsleif: The scent of the Abyss is getting stronger. It's not far now.

Paimon: Paimon wonders what the Abyss Heralds look like. Do they look something like the Abyss Mages?

Dainsleif: Let's head further in first. If we do see that creature, that'll spare me the explanation either way.

They eventually ran into two Abyss mages and after fighting them one of them wanted to land one last attack at Y/n but missed and instead hit the ceiling causing a small chunk of the ceiling to fall almost hitting Y/n until Dainsleif quickly carried Y/n away before the piece could hit her

Y/n: *blushing a bit since his face is close to hers* T-thanks

Dainsleif: *puts her down* Be careful...

Aether: Y/n, you okay?

Y/n: Mhm

Dainsleif: Just a few Abyss Mages? Seems like that Herald might have already left.

Aether: Could you tell me more about the Abyss Order?

Dainsleif: The Abyss... It is chaos, and it is also destruction. It is a morass of inconceivable madness that encroaches upon this world's very foundations. That... is why even the Dragon of the East, a servant of a deity, was unable to resist its corrosive powers. And the creatures of the Abyss desire nothing less than the overthrow of a world ruled by the archons.

Y/n: You seem to know a lot about the Abyss, Dain.

Dainsleif: Haha, well, we do have... some history. I suppose that's as far as chit-chat goes. We should head to Wolvendom. Judging by the traces I'm following, their next appearance may be within the territory of that old wolf. Perhaps we may find our Abyss Herald there.

At Wolvendom

Dainsleif: Lord of Wolvendom, Great Wolf King of the North... Sharp of fang and keen of claw, and yet dwelling here only...

Y/n: You know that wolf?

Dainsleif: No, nor does it know me. I only know these things because a previous traveling companion of mine once wanted to hear its story. Alright, let's go see if that Abyss Herald has stopped by here.

Paimon: But where do we begin? ...Hmm, are you standing here because of these strange bonfires, Dain?

Dainsleif: Indeed. See that, floating above the flames? It's an Abyssal spell. Knowing what I do of the Order's habits, they've probably left similar marks behind elsewhere. Let's have a look nearby.

After looking around for clues

Dainsleif: Have you finished searching?

Y/n: We found lots of signs of the Abyss Order...

Dainsleif: I searched around these parts and found some signs myself. But they were left behind by Abyss Mages, and there was no deeper Abyssal power to them. It seems that even an Abyss Herald would not wish to make trouble with the Wolf King of the North. We should leave as well. If there's anything praiseworthy about that old wolf, it's his territorial nature.

Y/n: But now we're out of leads. Are we going to have to give up?

Dainsleif: No, there is one more place we can go. Let's get a move on, then. I'll wait for you at Stormterror's Lair.

At Stormterror's Lair

Dainsleif: I've heard about what happened to Aether during Mondstadt's crisis. When he came, this place was known as Stormterror's Lair. But I suppose that this place is more "lair" than "Stormterror" at this point. In fact, if my memory serves, this ruin has had largely nothing to do with that dragon for a long time. The first time I laid eyes upon the ruins of Old Mondstadt, the Dragon of the East had yet to fall, much less come to nest in this place.

Paimon: Huh? But Paimon remembers that Dvalin first got into trouble hundreds of years ago...

Dainsleif: Don't think too much about it. Do you remember the Light Actuators that once sealed this ruin? If the Abyss Order is interested in this location, then they will not neglect those mechanisms. Let's go see what the situation is at those Light Actuators.

Y/n: How old are you, Dain?

Dainsleif: 22, why? (Author note: He does look like he's in his 20s)

Y/n: Because you look to be 30

Dainsleif: ...Let's just head inside

After going deeper inside and defeating the monsters

Paimon: So in the end, we still couldn't find that Abyss Herald. Bummer.

Aether: It is quite a shame.

Y/n: Now, I'm very curious about what it looks like and how it fights

Dainsleif: I wouldn't call not having to gaze upon such a creature a "shame," exactly. Still, I do believe that you will come across one eventually.

Paimon: N—No... You're right. If it's a really powerful monster, it would be best to go around it...

Dainsleif: *sigh* How good it would be if all perils one encounters in their journeys could simply be solved by going around them.

Aether: Speaking from experience, are we?

Dainsleif: Once upon a time, yes... I simply have the experience from adventuring together with that traveling companion.

Y/n: Uh, you know, Dain, you keep talking about that person this, and that person that... Where are they now, anyway?

Dainsleif: She... *sigh* No longer travels. I'm afraid that traveling can be... too exhausting at times.

Y/n: Oh, is that how it is... Well, why are you traveling alone, then?

Dainsleif: I... still have some things left unfinished. Once they are done, I, too, will return home to rest.

Paimon: Yup, and it's good to have a home to come back to, isn't it? We camp out a lot when we travel. Hey Aether, Y/n, once we finish this journey, we should find a place to stay too, shouldn't we? Hmm... Mondstadt's Fisherman's Toast is pretty tasty, but Liyue's Wanmin Restaurant is great, too... Eh, either way, we should settle down in a place where there's good food!

Aether: Getting a bit ahead of ourselves, I think...

Dainsleif: Home... Well, it won't be too late to think about where you stay once your journey reaches its end. While you're still traveling, you should...

Aether: !!!...I sense something familiar. On that cliff.

Paimon: Eh? What's familiar?

Aether: I felt it for a moment the previous time we came here, too...

Dainsleif: A familiar feeling, you say? It could be someone you know well, or perhaps a monster.

Y/n: Could it be... the Abyss?

Dainsleif: Whichever it is, we should see it for ourselves and thus see clearly. We can reach the top of that cliff from over there. Let's go.

Dainsleif: Can you still sense that familiar feeling that you spoke of earlier?

Aether: It's nearby.

Paimon: But... it doesn't feel like there's anything around here. No monsters, no people, nothing.

Dainsleif: Indeed, there doesn't seem to be anything strange about this place. It doesn't look any different from the last time I was here...

Aether: "Last time," you say? You've been here before?

Dainsleif: My traveling companion brought me here on our previous journey.

Paimon: So, Dain, what about you? What's your favorite place?

Dainsleif: Me? I... no longer remember. I merely followed my traveling companion around on that journey. That's all there was to it.

Y/n: *from the distance* Hey guys!!! Come look at this!!!

They went to where Y/n was and saw a huge footprint that looked like it didn't belong to a creature or human, but beside it laid a crushed dandelion

Y/n: The footprint shape looks familiar, and for some reason, a crused dandelion is next to it

Dainsleif: A Ruin Guard's footprint... A Ruin Guard was wandering around here? No peace to be found, even for a single dandelion...

As soon as Aether examined the dandelion, he immediately remembered a destroyed land with a red sky, his encounter with the Unknown God, and how he and his sister got separated

Paimon: What's gotten into you? You were just spacing out!

Aether: This dandelion... reminds me of... I... could feel her.

Paimon: Eh? You mean your sister? But, how could that be... You only touched that dandelion for a second!

Aether: Yes, the moment I touched it...

Y/n: Makes sense

Dainsleif: ...for Aether's case, perhaps that dandelion bears some sort of "scent" that only he recognizes. As for why... has it perhaps experienced something related to you, Aether?

Paimon: Uh, you're saying some real confusing stuff. Paimon doesn't get it at all...

Aether: Regardless, I have to get to the bottom of th—!

Dainsleif: Do not rush. Vexation and anxiety are the enemy of rational thought. Your journey has only just begun, has it not? At least you now know that she is still in this world. At this time, the most important thing is the journey to find her itself.

Aether: And I will find her.

Dainsleif: Yes, and this is something you must keep in mind as the meaning behind your journey. May you find your kin at the end of that journey. Well then, let us part ways here for now.

Paimon: Eh? Are you leaving? Already?

Dainsleif: Only for now. Don't worry, we will meet again. After all... I did take 500 Mora... and those three answers you both gave me *leaves*

[moxman]

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Hiii~ I saw your request post and I wanted to make one for Doc Ock. I was wondering if we could see Doc Ock becoming lonely in his hideout so he kidnaps one of his former students (female and shy please). She’s afraid out of her mind but he thinks it’s adorable. NSFW and fluff if that’s ok too? Thank you 🥰

Hello!~ It's been a while since I had been able to write for Doc Ock, so I was more than happy to do this request. I'm hoping it's decent; I'm realizing I'm not very good at doing quick little drabbles, as I have trouble condensing stuff and not dragging it out or adding a lot of details. Might have to start limiting requests to headcanons for a little while until I can catch up to speed with all the requests. But anyway! Hope this is along the lines of what you were looking for!

Warnings: Stalking, kidnapping, oral sex

Without Otto around to mentor her through her internship, Y/N had been graciously accepted to work under Harry Osborn with Oscorp Industries, so that she could complete her schooling.

Fondness bloomed in the deepest trenches of the doctor’s chest as he watched Y/N roll her eyes behind Harry’s back, unamused by his charms. It heated his aglid heart to see how much less she enjoyed the Osborn kid’s company than his own, her stiff smiles and forced laughs something he had never once seen from her during her time under his own wing.

No, when in his presence, Y/N was none short of genuine, so much so that he could read her every emotion like the pages of a beloved children’s story. Her grins and giggles never sounded insincere around him, and, to his delight, nor did her blushes or her nervous stammers. 

The timid young woman hid just out of sight beneath an eggshell, always taking two steps back the closer he got to her. He should have felt offended by her skittishness around him, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find an allure in her shy nature. She startled easily and shrunk down whenever he stood over her, looking for all the world like an abandoned kitten he wanted to take home with him.

You can take what you want.

Otto’s dark brows knit at that. Yes, yes, that was true, he certainly had the means and power now to do as he desired…No! Absolutely not. He couldn’t just steal a person, that was absurd!

What’s so absurd about it?

The scientist pinched his sunglasses between gloved fingers, ignoring the dull pounding of a building headache. “It’s absurd because she’s not some…some object,” he told himself aloud, trying to shake away such a ridiculous thought.

She’s beautiful like one. 

“She is, isn’t she…” Otto groaned, spreading his large hand across his face. “That is beside the point! I cannot simply kidnap a woman because I’m—”

Alone?

Abandoned?

Forgotten?

Anguished?

Forsaken?

“ENOUGH!” Otto Octavius panted, hands at his knees as the actuators crowded around him, their scarlet beams boring into his skull. “Enough, all of you…please…”

You deserve to take what you want.

“I…I don’t…”

You’re not a failure. The world has failed you. 

“Th-that’s not—”

Think of her.

A static image of Y/N fizzled into Otto’s brain, frozen in his mind’s eye. 

Y/N smiled so sweetly at him, one hand loosely gripping the shawl on her arm in an anxious gesture as he spoke over her, resplendent in a cyaneous dress from one of Oscorp’s formal events. The one they first met at. 

His eyes shamelessly roamed over the image presented to him. Such a timid young woman…He could well and truly tell how much she admired him, and while it was expected for most budding scientists to have an awkward social streak around other people, she had a clumsy way about her that was less off-putting and more…endearing, perhaps.

Look at her.

“I-I’m looking…”

Don’t you want her?

“...I do, I just—”

Then take her.

Otto stared into the memory of Y/N’s eyes, and the longer he sank into those E/C depths, the more his plans solidified. 

He had to have her.

That night, the scientist took the same route he had traversed for the past few weeks, following Y/N’s trek from Oscorp Industries to her apartment on the other side of town. He always kept a careful watch on her, in particular during the times where she ducked past dark alleyways or broken street lamps. Thankfully, for the most part, she kept her gaze down and people didn’t bother her much.

Otto gave her a few more hours, allowing her to have dinner, change, brush her teeth, and crawl into bed, all while he leaned against the brick of the building, watching the night roll out. After another hour or so of trying to ascertain the difference between stars and planes overhead, he finally unlocked her window with one of the meticulous claws, ensuring nothing broke as he entered her bedroom.

Y/N was fast asleep, burrowed into a mass of blankets and covers, none-the-wiser to his appearance. 

The claw peeled back her bedcovers, revealing Y/N dressed in soft cotton pajama shorts and a matching spaghetti-strap tank. He subdued an amused chuckle as his eyes scanned the patterns of her sleepwear (penguins with cowboy hats and water pistols), but had more trouble catching back a strangled gasp when he realized Y/N was without a bra. Tiny pebbles poked through the fabric, made even more so prominent as he stole away the warmth of her covers.

Control yourself. 

Had that been his voice? Or that of one of his new “companions” whispering in his ear? Either way, the advice was solid, and he swallowed down the lump in his throat before continuing.

One of the actuators worked its way carefully around her frangible form, taking care to grip her hard enough to secure her where he wanted her, but not so much as to cause her any discomfort. The mechanical digits clutched around her waist, gently lifting her from the mattress.

Y/N drooped in his grip, her head lolling to the side and hair curtaining her face from the shift in gravity. A free claw was quick to swoop in and pluck the fallen hairs out of the way. 

For a few unstable heartbeats, Otto held her close in front of him, pleased to finally see her up-close again. Her eyelashes fluttered with dreams, her lips parted slightly as she mumbled something about a “nuclear panda.” One of Otto’s gloved hands flexed, chasing away the temptation to swipe a leather finger down her cheek and jaw. 

The scientist’s free arms hoisted him back out through the window, cautiously taking Y/N’s unconscious form along with him. Gooseflesh erupted along her exposed skin from the brisk night air, and a part of him considered removing his coat for her, but dismissed the idea when it occurred to him that that would risk waking her; the last thing he needed was for Y/N to awaken in the middle of being carried high over the glittering city below, and to realize she was in danger of plummeting to her death.

He’d sooner die by gruesome torture than ever let something like that happen—but obviously, she would not be privy to his intentions. There was no need to send the poor thing into a full-on heart attack. 

Otto transported her at a slower pace than he normally took, ensuring she would not be jerked and tossed about like a ragdoll. As they neared his hideout at the abandoned pier, he thought on the suffocating grasp of frigiferous loneliness that normally strangled his lungs upon arrival, his chest oddly lightweight with Y/N in his possession. He smiled.

Settling in, he lay Y/N down upon the makeshift bed he had fashioned in the back of the crumbling structure, allowing her to roll from the claw cradled at her hips. She groaned softly as he drew a ragged blanket over her bare shoulders, and felt a swirl of guilt at having not better prepared for her being there. Not that there was much to be done to improve the hospitality of a decaying pier, but still. 

Y/N took some time to rise with the sun, and though Otto was never much of a patient man, for her, he could make an exception. Besides, he took a strange pleasure in watching her sleep, her legs occasionally kicking and flinching, her lips parted as she occasionally muttered nonsense, eyelashes sweeping her cheeks.

Eventually, as the sun broke through and bathed her in a ruddy orange glow, Y/N began to stir, her dreams fading into the sunlight. Befuddled by her arrangement, the girl cast a quick look around her at all sides, determined she was indeed no longer dreaming, and began to scream.

Perhaps breaking, entering, and stealing away his former student away in her sleep was not the doctor’s brightest idea. 

“Y/N!” Otto called out, allowing his mechanical limbs to draw him closer, until he hovered a few inches over her prone form.

“D-Dr. Octavius?” Y/N whispered, rubbing an eye with the back of her fist as she blinked away any last remnants of sleep, possibly questioning the reality of her current situation. “Where—oh my god, where am I?”

“It’s okay, take a second to breathe,” he reassured her, but she flinched away from his hand as he went to pat her shoulder. “You’re safe. I’m not going to harm you.”

“I-I don’t understand.” Y/N pulled the ratty blanket closer to her shivering skin, eyes roving across the abandoned pier with sheer bewilderment. “How did I-I get here? And wh…” She trailed off, words catching in her throat as she took in his appearance.

That’s right, he hadn’t seen her since the accident. 

Seeing her former mentor hovering over her, his monstrous tentacles tracking her movements with electric crimson eyes, she couldn’t help but to quiver. There was no way she had missed seeing his name and face in the news, for all the various crimes blotting his record, so she knew what he was capable of.

Y/N shrunk away as he drew closer, hugging the blanket to her chest. “Please! Dr. O-Octavius, please. Why am I here?”

The doctor could hardly admit that he had kidnapped her because he was lonely.

“I just…missed my favorite student,” he murmured, leather fingers coming to rest at her jaw.

Y/N winced, and he felt her shivers against the back of his hand. “Please d-don’t hurt me.”

“Hurt you?” he chuckled fondly, allowing one of the actuators to replace his hand. “Didn’t I just get through saying I wouldn’t harm you, Y/N?”

Y/N’s eyes shone with a thin layer of glittering tears, and Otto’s heart stopped abruptly. Teasing her for more of those terrified expressions and fearful mewls was enticing, but he never intended to push her to a breaking point. While he found the imbalance of power between you two admittedly…appealing, he wasn’t a proud man to make you cry. 

“Don’t…Damn it. Y/N, I was being serious, I won’t…”

Without warning, Otto turned sharply on his feet, storming across the clearing as he ran his hands through his hair, mulling over what had compelled him to do something so idiotic.

“I shouldn’t have brought you here,” he concluded, ignoring the actuators as they popped up all around his face, staring him down with beady, volatile crimson eyes. “I don’t know what I was thinking…damn! I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’ll take you home.”

He moved to grab her and she flinched again.

“Sorry! My apologies, I wasn’t…I just…need to carry you back, that’s all. I know the arms are intimidating, but they won’t—”

“Oh, no, it’s n-not that,” Y/N assured him, playing absentmindedly with a loosened string on the elastic of her shorts. “I-I just don’t…want to go?”

Otto gawked down at the girl, the gears in his head turning wildly as they raced to track this conversation. “I’m sorry?”

“I-I said that I…” Y/N’s eyes jumped from object to object around the pier, never fully meeting his eyes directly, “I don’t, um…well, I don’t want to leave.”

Even the actuators gaped at her, cocking their claws from side to side like baffled pups, hissing softly. When Otto remained without words, Y/N buried her face in her hands, digging her fingers into her hair momentarily before exhaling a frustrated huff.

“I-I missed you, Dr. Octavius!” she blurted. Hands falling from her face, he saw that telltale surge of color in her cheeks, her bottom lip twitching as she struggled to overcome an inner battle.

“I’ve always, uhm, admired you, d-doctor. Your work ethic, y-your thoughts o-on nuclear science are unparalleled. And you’ve always taken your time with me! Y-you never—you never made me feel like an idiot for not getting things, and you’ve always had such a brilliant brain. It’s…it’s why I decided to intern under you in the first place.”

Y/N still avoided his eyes, her stammers lessening but her bashfulness remaining at full tilt as she fiddled with a strand of her hair. “I like you, Dr. Octavius. I’m…I’m sure you hear it all the time, so I know it hardly means anything coming from someone like me, but I think you’re amazing. Your thoughts, your passions, all of it, And I just w—”

Otto cleared the gap, allowing his arms to lower him just enough to where he could align his lips with hers, slotting their mouths together in a deep kiss that made him thankful that the arms were there to support his weight. He melted into her with a relieved sigh, gloved hands finding their way around either side of her face to angle her better against him.

For a horrifying moment, Y/N did not respond, merely trembling beneath the sensual kiss as he worked his lips over hers, exploring the feeling of her mouth against his.

However, a moment later, Y/N’s shaky hands reached up to gently rest at the back of Otto’s neck, urging him closer as she relaxed back into him, her lips soft and pliable, parting welcomingly to allow his tongue entrance.

His gloved hands roamed her cautiously, touching here and there as they kissed to assess her comfort levels. For as shy of a little thing as she was, the vixen made no protests to his advances, even going so far as to encourage them with little nips at the base of his throat.

"You're not afraid?" he asked between gasping breaths.

"I was," Y/N admitted, sighing into his touch, "only because I thought...I thought it might not be you in there. But it is."

He moaned without meaning to, and Y/N sat upright higher on the mattress to reach him, tentative hands brushing along his waistline. She continued that way for a time, offering her open mouth to his as her fingers played with his belt, stroking up and down his bare chest but always coming back to rest at his thighs.

Espresso eyes met hers, questioningly, tracking the little darts of her eyes and continued adornments of color to her cheeks and nose.

"Are you..." He leaned in, catching her earlobe between his teeth, "wanting to touch me, Y/N?"

Y/N swallowed visibly, and he got the impression that she wasn't one to be vocal about the things she wanted. "Y-yes, Dr. Octavius. May I?"

"Then by all means," he rumbled, voice tone dipping down from lust.

Her hands fumbled shakily over the buckle, listening for that metallic click to signify her access to him. Dipping a hand into his pants, she began to gently palm his heat in her fingers, self-consciously brushing across his package through the fabric.

Otto craned his neck back, straining for control. The demure little thing was shy in every aspect of herself, including the way she played him. Unfortunately, this meant her feather-light teases were now driving him insane.

Growling, the doctor allowed her to free him from the discomfort of his tight confines, his cock throbbing into her palm. Length-wise, she shouldn't have any troubles, but he had been blessed with a generous girth.

Y/N dotted kitten-light kisses to the weeping tip and Otto shook, breaths harsher as his mechanical limbs stretched out, locking onto the pier floorboards to stabilize him, lest his knees buckle. Y/N continued her torturous teases with diminutive licks all over his engorged head and length, her tongue prodding at the veins beneath the surface.

The scientist swore under his breath as she slurped the tip of him into her mouth, finally allowing him to breach her warmth. He bucked involuntarily toward her lips, stifling a desperate whine as she carried on with her coy navigation of him, suckling and licking around him like a lollipop, until finally he could take no more, and gripped the back of her hair.

Y/N peered upward, and the sight of her sitting beneath him, cheeks bulged with his cock as she tilted her head questioningly up at him, was enough to make him thrust forward, inching his way into further her mouth. Y/N obliged without complaint, her eyes fluttering shut as she worked him in deeper, careful to breathe steadily and angle him in such a way that she wouldn't choke just yet.

The girl hollowed her cheeks around him, suckling gently as her tongue encompassed him, roving over every bit of velvety flesh it could reach. Otto began to pick up the pace, ever watchful of her reactions to ensure she was okay with it, his hips colliding with her lip as he began fully stuffing himself down her throat.

Y/N gagged momentarily, tears manifesting at her eyelashes, but she remained dutiful, bobbing herself lightly up and down on him as his thrusts began to take on an uneven pace. With a final moan, he spent himself down her throat, clutching the back of her head to ensure he hit as far down as humanly possible.

He released her. Y/N coughed, but seemed otherwise no worse for wear, running her tongue along her lips to collect the last remnants of his sticky seed from her face. He shuddered at the sight.

Y/N rested her hands at his thighs, catching her breath in time with his. Otto swooped back in, catching her mouth to his in a quick, searing kiss. He hardly minded the taste of himself, so long as it was on her lips.

"Mm, Dr. Octavius—"

"Dear, I think we've moved well beyond formalities," he chuckled, letting one of the actuators cradle her cheek against its edge. "Please, call me Otto."

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Mistletoe Kiss

A quick drabble where the reader is a superhero and during a fight with Doc Ock they find themselves under the mistletoe.

Some mild swearing and a little blood

AN: I kinda got the idea from Batman Returns. Also, the reader isn't a cat or anything they just have really sharp claws. Coming up with superpowers is hard 😅

It was night time in New York. The lights were all aglow against the dark sky looking almost as if they were stars themselves. It would be beautiful if not for the fact that you were in a fight with none other than Doc Ock himself.

"Where's Spiderman?" He angrily asked as he sent one of his metal limbs shooting towards you.

"He's taking a vacation for the holidays." You answered, narrowly avoiding it as it collided with the wall behind you, sending bricks flying everywhere.

It was true. You and Peter Parker had been friends for some time and knew that he needed some time off. It had taken quite a bit of convincing, but he finally gave in, and truth be told he was rather grateful to get to spend some time with Aunt May and MJ without having to worry about any supervillains.

"Ever think about taking one yourself, Doc?" You remarked, leaping high into the air towards him, claws extended. You raised a hand to swipe at him, but he quickly dodged you.

"Not really." He scoffed, as one of his actuators suddenly grabbed you by the wrist and flung you through a shop window.

"Ugh..." You groaned lying on the floor, your head spinning from the impact. A few seconds later Doc Ock reappeared, his metal arms gliding him over the shattered glass across the floor with ease. Quickly you rose to your feet, ready to fight, trying to appear unaffected by all those blows. How did Peter do this? You wondered.

"Who are you anyway?" Ock asked.

"I don't know. I haven't thought of a name yet " you replied, flinging a shelf of expensive purses at him.

"How about "pain in the ass"?!" He exclaimed breaking the shelf in half. That would actually be pretty funny if it weren't directed at you.

"Aww, that hurt my feelings." You mocked, trying to sound offended as you swiped at him once more, your claws grazing the side of his face.

"Ah!" Otto hissed, placing his gloved hand over his fresh cut. You hated doing that to him. You thought he was actually quite handsome for a bad guy. He glared back at you and slammed one of his actuators hard into you pinning you against the back wall of the shop.

For a moment you squirmed against the metal wrapped around your neck. "Who are you under that mask?" He wondered, his head titled curiously to the side as his hand reached for your mask. Nope! There was no way you were going to let him find out who you really were. With one last ditch attempt, you extended your claws once more and dug them into his side, then kicked him to the floor.

You bit your lip as you watched him laying there slightly dazed. Unlike the other villians that you had encountered, something about him made your heart race and not just from fighting. Deciding to give him one last tease before making your escape, you carefully placed yourself on top of him, this time pinning him to the floor. "Sorry, I wasn't about to let you find out my real identity. You'll have to work much harder than that." You said, lowering your voice, your faces mere inches apart. His sunglasses had fallen off by the point and you were able to look into his dark brown eyes. Damn. He was hot, you thought.

"Look," he breathed, pointing behind you. "Mistletoe." You felt your face become hot as a blush formed underneath your mask. You hadn't even noticed that. You hesitated for a moment, unsure whether you should or not.

"Well, I'm not one to break tradition..." You whispered, your lips hovering just above his. Finally unable to resist you finally close the distance, parting your lips and pressing them against his. His lips were soft and gentle, fitting perfectly with yours. You went to pull away, but he stopped you by placing his hand behind your head, pulling you close, and deepening the kiss.

"Still disappointed that I'm not Spiderman?" You asked, pulling away.

"Not exactly..." He managed to say as he watched you get up.

"Merry Christmas, Otto." You said with a wink, before dashing out the door. As you made you way back home, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him again, but maybe without the fighting...

[meemoze]

Office Hours with a Supervillain

TW: mentions of blood and death: Slight belly kink and body worship: Teacher/student trope  

{Chapter Twenty-Six}

As cute as the moment was, however, that was broken slightly by the fact it was fucking freezing. And while Octavius had a giant metal harness housing the AI and hydraulics to power his four metal arms around his stomach to keep him warm, you did not have such a luxury. 

“My dear you are shivering an awful lot, and as much as I enjoy staying here with you, I feel getting you home so you don’t get hypothermia would be ideal.”

Trembling like a leaf and teeth chattering, you’re barely able to speak.

“R-Really? W-what g-ave y-you that i-idea?”

However even in your stubborn quippiness, your cold blushed face gets brighter at the new nickname. 

“M-My car is j-just oVER!” 

Right as you were about to begin walking to the car, you feel your feet suddenly leaving the ground. 

Whipping your head towards the man responsible, you’re only met with a sly smile.

“I can walk ya know…” 

Despite the comment, you were already getting comfortable in the older man’s arms, wedging your head into his neck. 

“I am well aware of that, Yekiratì.” 

Voice a light with loving playful coo, he turns his head and places a kiss on your forehead. 

While you said you could walk, you never said that you necessarily wanted to….. 

Both making your way to your hidden vehicle, it becomes increasingly obvious fitting the doctor in the car would be a lot easier said than done. Even without his whiny children to take into consideration, the doctor wasn’t exactly a small man. 

“Um….are you….comfortable…?”

Wow did you feel stupid asking that.

Legs spread uncomfortably wide while pushed against the dash, his actuators had somehow wormed themselves in back or pressed against the roof. 

“Um, well…..I would be lying somewhat if I said that your car is, um, slightly smaller than what I’m used to.” 

Shifting slightly, an awkward smile pulled at his lips as annoyed hissing could be heard from the back. 

“.....I’ll just make sure to drive carefully!” 

Though you couldn’t help laughing at the absurdity of it all, you really didn’t want your new boyfriend (could you actually call him that now…?) to break his knees or fly through the windshield.

Luckily your trip back to the apartment did not result in the permanent disfigurement of Octavius’s legs, and after ten minutes of trying to detangle and squeeze the poor man back out of the car, you both took your separate ways to get to your room (guess it worked out for him that you STILL hadn’t gotten your window fixed) 

Unlocking the door, you were met with the surprising sound of running water.

“I hope it's alright that I started a bath for you. With how much you were shivering, I thought that maybe some warm water might help in warming you back up.”  

Walking out of the bathroom to meet you, Octavius’s chocolate eyes looked expectantly at you, hands wet from testing the water. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the cute gesture.

“Well don’t use up all the hot water: You’re not the only one that I think would benefit from a bath~”

Pushing past him with a playful nudge, you couldn’t help but giggle at the offended gasp your comment elicited. 

“Are perhaps implying something, dear?” 

Though he turned to stare back at you with a scolding look, there was no real maliciousness to his demand. However, watching you pick out some clean clothes, his confidence did began to shrink slightly. Would it be weird to suggest what he was planning on asking? He certainly didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or push you in anyway. 

But oh how he wanted to show you how much you meant to him. Especially after everything, he wanted to do anything he could possibly do to make it up to you. 

Looking back at the metal tentacles prepping the bath for you, he felt a light blush beginning to burn his ears and cheeks.

“...Yekiratì?” 

Finally deciding on what fluffy socks you were going to wear, you nod. 

“Yes my dearest~?”

Smiling to yourself, while you were joking, you couldn’t help but still feel giddy being able to say it.  

There was a long pause, and you were half tempted to glance back at the doctor to see if he had heard you. 

“I was wondering if you wouldn’t perhaps mind if I…..Help you. You’ve been through quite a lot, and I just thought that just being able to relax would help you feel better. If you would prefer, you could still keep your, um, undergarments on while I am in the bathroom with you–Though do not think you’re under any obligation to say yes, I completely understand if you would prefer me not interfere-” 

The doctor continued to nervously ramble on, however, you couldn’t even focus with the growing buzzing and crimson blush overtaking your entire body. 

To be perfectly honest you were so ill prepared for a suggestion like that, you didn’t even know what to say. 

You were flattered, you were caught off guard, but most importantly; You were nervous 

As your inner tension grew, so did the internal Insecurities bouncing around your head. 

“I-I’m flattered-um–Sure! I-If you’re um, cool with doing that.” 

No. You weren’t going to let your fears ruin this moment. 

While you had been in nothing but your bra and panties in front of other men before, those men weren’t Dr. Otto Octavius. 

Stopping mid-rant (which you were sure if you hadn’t intervened where you had, the older man would have been halfway out the window by now), Octavius’s eyes crinkled in a shy smile. 

Despite his teeth being somewhat uneven and crooked, you quickly began to realize how endearing they were. 

“O-Of course…..pampering you is no burden. But here! You can get undressed in the bathroom and you can tell me when you’re ready for me to come in.” 

Voice soft and gentle, he briskly commands his actuators to leave the bathroom so you could have some privacy (as nice as watching would be of course), moving to the side so you could get past. 

Briskly walking through to the door, you couldn’t help but avert your eyes. 

Fire hydrants got nothing on you. 

Finally exhaling as you close the door, you deposit your dry clothes on the sink, before peeling off your own sopping wet ones.    

Trying to control your blush when lowering yourself into the pleasantly warm soapy water, you find it only got worse. (Getting in the tub with your bra and underwear still on was weird in itself)

Dr. Otto Octavius was going to help you bathe, like you were some kid or something. 

Despite the imagery though, the gesture itself was incredibly sweet and cute, which made the whole “trying to compose yourself before said man comes in” thing even harder. 

It was such a weird trivial thing and anytime any guy had even suggested anything like this before, you could tell there were ulterior motives.

Not that said ulterior motives were necessarily bad, just that not only did Octavius clearly not have any, but that the tone he had used suggesting it had been completely foriegn to you. 

Though while you certainly could run circles around yourself all night, the warm water on your frigid skin slowly dissolved the will to engage further in such things. 

While intimacy and uncertainty scared you……maybe just letting go and enjoying the moment wouldn’t be so bad. 

Closing your eyes, they were only opened at the sound of muffled inquisitive chirping and whirring. 

“Shush, leave her be.” 

While the words barely made it through the door to you, you could recognize that firm tone anywhere. 

With a laugh you wondered what the actuators had been saying. 

If they had actually said something, you might have to ask later about how that even worked. 

“Y-You can come in now!” 

With a gentle click, the door opens as Octavius peeks his head in. 

Despite a blush making its way to his own face, his dimples are emphasized with a fond affectionate smile. 

With one his children carrying a stool in, he tried his best to keep them well behaved. 

You didn��t have to know that any angle or visual that they picked up, he in turn saw. 

Smiling up at the doctor, you stop yourself from instinctually covering yourself up. Then again, now that you were looking at him, you quickly realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt either. And judging on his body language, he seemed like he was a little insecure and nervous too. 

With the stool set down, the older man slowly sat himself down at the foot of the tub, squeezing some shampoo into his large hands. Lathering it up between his digits until it forms a delicate foam, he looks to you. 

“May I?” 

Averting your gaze at the sweetness of his tone, you only nod and sit up. 

Reaching out to you, you feel his large calloused hands begin to massage the shampoo into your hair. 

It was quiet as he worked your hair, the only sound being the placid splash of water or the stray actuator squeak. 

Closing your eyes, you lean into his touch, the relaxing sensations making your scalp and temples tingle. 

Chest welling up, the older man savored every moment like it was his last. There was something so fulfilling and rewarding about taking care of someone you loved like this: Such a simple mundane part of the day being taken over by someone out of care and gratitude. Each soft drawn out hum that came from you only made him fall in love with you all over again. 

He was taking care of you. He was providing for you. What more could he ask for?

Cupping water in his palms, he gently rinses out the foamy suds, using one of his metal arms to grab the loofah and soap from the shower caddy above. 

Now moving on to your body, he gently scrubs around your shoulders, back, arms, and sides. 

It felt as if your skin was alive with electricity with every touch as he got lower and lower. 

He was much closer now, and you could feel his humid breath on your back as worked on cleaning you from the back. However, ever the gentleman, he never went lower than the water. 

“Are you still comfortable? Is there anything you need?” 

While breathy, his tone was innocent in its desire. 

Smiling to yourself, you decided there was one thing you wanted…..

“There is one thing…” 

Trailing off, you turn back to look at Octavius. 

Face instantly alight, he pulls the loofah back to himself, poised over the edge of the bathtub as his mahogany eyes looked attentively at you. 

In the fluorescent light, his dark curls were visibly still damp, pooling around his slightly wrinkled face. Double chin much more visible at this angle, the pudginess faded into his worked shoulders. Leaned over, his upper stomach paunch hung over the metal girdle, hairy pale chest resting on the gathered flesh. 

While his body had flaws and imperfections that came with age, the true humanity of it made it all the more welcoming and sexy. While the “perfect” male figure was chiseled and finished, those bodies seemed almost inhumane in their unattainability. 

But in all his imperfection, Octavius was perfect in your eyes.

Pulling your arm out of the water, you took his free hand into yours and tugged. 

“Would you join me?”  

Meeting your gaze, you could see the uncertainty in his eyes fading as a shy blush peppered his face and bare chest. 

“If…If that’s what you would prefer.” 

Metal claw snatching up the loofah, another the bench, he stands to his full height. 

Kicking off his shoes and placing them neatly at the door, he undoes his belt and starts pulling down his pants. 

While you tried to look away to give the man some privacy, you couldn’t help but peek every now and then. 

Finally struggling out of his already tight pants, his bare hairy legs and thick thighs were completely free. 

You try to look away before your eyes move too dangerously close to the prominent bulge in his boxers. 

Folding his clothes and belt neatly on the sink, he moves over to the tub, already seeing that you had moved forward for him. 

He didn’t even know what to do with himself at this point. 

For someone who had been around as long as he had, this surprisingly was a first. But then again, you had been a lot of firsts in his life. 

Using his metal arms as support, he gently lowers himself behind you. A gasp exiting his mouth as the warm water surrounded him. 

As he situated himself, you gently push yourself in between his thighs, his hair tickling your legs slightly. Just letting you take the lead, he lets you guide his hand and the scrubber to your bare chest. A soft hum rumbles through the larger man's body as you do so. 

Understanding your silent direction, he takes to cleaning your chest, stomach, and legs like he had your back. 

Head finding its new resting place in the crook of your neck, he methodically moves to your inner thighs, finger pads tracing the soft flesh as he goes.

Finally finishing up with you, you swivel yourself to face him, gently taking the scrubber from him and beginning to clean his chest. Looking down for a moment at your working hands, he looks back at you from under his thick eyebrows. 

“I should be taking care of you, not the other way around.”   

However, he really couldn’t deny that the personal attention wasn’t nice. 

Chest gently rising and falling with each breath, you sneak in a touch or a squeeze here and there, however nothing too extreme.

You weren’t entirely sure where this fell on the intimacy scale, but you liked where it was all the same. 

Legs now draped over his, you tuck your chin on his firm shoulders, scrubbing his back. Gently, he wraps his own thick arms around you, pushing you flush against his chest. 

Enjoying the feeling of your chest against his, he couldn’t help but close his eyes. 

Eventually the both of you do realize sitting in lukewarm (at best) water wasn’t ideal and wash off quickly in the actual shower. Spending the better part of the night cleaning and drying his tentacles, you pop his pants and boxer in the washer and dryer. 

Yeah….that was awkward for both parties

But with dry and clean clothes acquired, the both of you were finally able to finish up the last wet sections of his arms. 

“So, I heard you like….talking to them earlier. Do they talk to you? And if so, is it their chirps or something else.” 

Pulling down once more on the tentacle you had been working on drying, this once seemed to make its mission to make the entire process as difficult as conceivably possible. 

Looking up from the claw current nestled in his lap, he can’t help but chuckle slightly at your antics. 

“Yes, they do talk. I would say while I somewhat understand the sounds they actually make, they speak more to me in my mind as they are able to access my higher consciousness. The noises seem to serve as a vehicle for emphasis as it is–Also I apologize for him, he tends to be the more rowdy of them all.” 

Ah yes, and you know their names now!

The one you were currently working with was Harry, and then there was Larry, Mo, and the one the doctor was working on was Flo. 

Tuting as Harry twists out of your grasp defiantly before you’re able to let go of him, you just sigh and place your dirty towel on your bedside table. 

Sitting on the bed, you flop down on your back, sticking your tongue out at Mo as it snaked over and looked down at you curiously. 

“Well, do they talk to you alot?” 

It is silent for a time as Octavius lets out a deep sigh.

“Yes….they talk often. I suppose that is one of the reasons why I acted the way I did….before. Their constant chatter was something to get used to and with my already compromised and agitated condition…..” 

Lifting your head slightly from the bed, both you and Mo look back at the older man as he finishes with Flo.

You can’t help but think he looks older: Even though you went through a lot, so did Octavius. 

“...I’m sorry. I never even thought of that” 

Sheepishly leaning yourself up against your elbows, you throw him an apologetic frown. 

Searching your gaze for a moment, he only lets out a quiet chuckle and shakes his head. Getting up from the desk chair, the bed sinks in as he sits down next to you. 

“It’s nothing to be sorry about….I did this to myself and it is my responsibility to make sure that my condition doesn’t affect the things around me: It is simply something I am going to have to learn to live with.” 

Turning to you, he gives you a somewhat shy smile. 

“And perhaps with my guidance and you, my dear, learning might not be so bad.” 

Stomach fluttering at this, you meet his gaze. 

“You sure are laying it on thick huh? You butter up all the people you almost kill like this?”

At that you nudge the doctor jokingly.

Color blanching from his face, the actuators seemed to curl in on themselves slightly. 

“I–It was a joke, I promise. S-sorry, I make jokes to cope s-so uh my bad-”

Before you’re even able to finish, you feel yourself being pulled in Octavius's soft lap, arms protectively wrapping around you.  

“I know….I know…” 

Wedging your head under his, he interlocks one of his hands with yours. 

“But regardless, I want you to that I am sorry and that I-” 

Shushing him gently before he finishes, you turn your head up, placing a quick kiss on his soft jaw line. 

“I know you are…..I really do and I don’t want you to hold that over yourself: You have already proved it. We just need time” 

Looking back down at you, the color slowly returns to his face as his thick brows unfurrow. 

Bringing his face to yours, he pauses. 

“As long as I get to spend that time with you…..” 

And with that, he closes the gap between you.

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For the Doc Ock x reader ideas, established relationship and reader wants to learn about his tentacles for if he ever needs help with repairs?

“What are you doing?”

You peered over Otto’s shoulder, gently shoving your way past his actuators to look at what he was doing. Notably only three of the tentacles were bothering you with fun little touches. Otto was hunched over, working on the fourth one.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” he grunted.

He was totally focused. For several minutes you hovered, just watching and trying to understand what he was doing. You weren’t the most technically minded person but you wanted to learn. To help him if he was ever too injured to work on his actuators. Knowing that he would prioritize them over himself.

“Now, the real question is what are you doing?”

“I’m watching you work, Otto. It’s not that unusual for me to do!” You joked. It truly wasn’t uncommon, you did tend to enjoy watching him work. “Honestly I want to know what exactly you’re doing so I can help you if you ever need me to.”

Straightening out so that he could turn to look at you, you could tell that he was now in lecture mode.

“Well why didn’t you say so! Take a seat and I’ll give you a rundown of what I’m doing.”

He gestured for you to sit in his lap, the only place to sit nearby. Blushing you took a tentative seat, trying to ignore how close he was to you as he started to show off what he was doing.

Smiling as his tangent started to get too technical for you to follow. It would take time but you would learn at least enough to patch up smaller issues. Even if you hadn’t wanted to learn, the infectious joy he had about teaching you was captivating.

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Harry's Secret Date Part 2

Summary: After Otto finds out Harry has a secret date with Sasuke, he and Norman have a conversation.

(This is a sequel to this prompt fic ❤️ :) Hope you guys enjoy! ❤️ :))

"Well you're here late."

Otto looked up from his book. "Nice to see you too Norman."

"You're welcome any time." The older Osborn took off his suit jacket. "But what's got you here at this hour?"

". . . I need to talk with you about something."

"I'm all ears."

". . . It's about Harry."

Norman's head immediately snapped up. "What about Harry?"

"He's not in any danger. Atleast none that I'm aware of."

"What?"

Otto held up a hand. "Harry went on a date Norman."

"He what?"

"He went on a date."

" . . . He didn't say anything."

Otto hesitantly lowered his book. "Her father dropped her off and the two took off."

Norman slowly moved to one of the chairs in the living room. "Do we know her?"

"It's Sasuke."

"Dr. Zubria's daughter?"

Otto nodded. "Lovely girl. Very sweet too."

"I know her father well."

"Indeed."

"But I don't know a thing about her."

"Norman---."

The older Osborn started to pace back and forth across the living room. "Now I'm not saying Dr. Zubria and his wife can't raise a respectable young lady."

Otto sighed as all four of his actuators followed the older Osborn's movements while he paced. "Norman---."

"But how do we know she's going to be the best influence on Harry?"

Otto pulled his head out of the way as the arm of one of his actuators bumped into him. "Norman---."

"What is she going to introduce him to? Or corrupt him with?"

"Norman---."

"What friend groups is she in?" The older Osborn's eyes went wide as he grabbed his hair. "What if she's secretly in some kind of cult?"

Otto snapped his book close. "Norman!"

Both Norman and the actuators turned to Otto. "What!"

After standing, the older scientist gently grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him into a sitting position in a chair. "Listen to me. I know you're worried about Harry. I am too."

"How are you so calm then!"

"Because I trust Harry's judgement." Otto sat back down on the couch. "You have to remember that he isn't in high school anymore. Harry isn't seventeen and neither is Sasuke."

Norman sat back in his chair. "I know, I know."

"Good."

"That doesn't make me worry any less though."

"I knohow." Otto gently squeezed the older Osborn's arm. "It doesn't for me either."

A smile pulled the corners of Norman's lips. "I remember when he and Peter both were still in high school. He was so determined and stubborn."

Otto felt his own mouth pulling up into a smile.

"Seeing what he's done now . . . fills me with a lot of regret."

"Harry's an exceptional young man. Takes after his father a lot."

Norman scoffed.

"I mean it." Otto patted a curious actuator. "You forget, I remember you in college. I see so much of you in him."

A blush quietly crept along the older Osborn's cheeks.

"Do my eyes deceive me, or is the great Norman Osborn blushing?" Otto teased.

Norman shoved his friend's arm. "Quiet yohou!"

The two older scientists shared a chuckle before settling back down.

Norman sighed. "I am not looking forward to this conversation with Harry."

"Just take an interest in her." Otto took the book that one of his actuators handed to him. "Thank you Flo. Besides Norman, you'd be surprised how interesting she can actually be."

"Oh? And what do you know about heher?"

"Her full name is Sasuke Nia Zubria and she is three years, three months, and three days younger than Harry. Her mom is half Japanese and half American while her Dad immigrated with his family from Swahali to America when he was just eight. She has 4 other siblings, two older and two younger. She graduated at the top of her class in high school, went on to get a college degree in education and a Master's degree in it as well. In addition to her degrees, she has devoted countless hours to different charities and humanitarian projects including but not limited to volunteer work a local wildlife sanctuary, several clean up projects in her area, quite a few local women's shelters, and she is currently working with an organization to get more funding and research into safe and comfortable medical practices for women. All while teaching at a school for underprivileged children."

". . . You talked with her Dad."

"Quite the opposite." Otto opened his book. "I examined her posts."

Norman blinked. "You stalked a younger girl on social media?"

Otto glanced up at the wall, his eyes widening just a bit.

"You did, didn't you?"

The older scientist cleared his throat as he adjusted before looking back down at his book. "Purely research."

"Mh-hm."

As Otto turned his head to retort, the front door opened. "I'm home. I saw a light on."

Both men turned to see Harry enter the living room.

The younger Osborn paused. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Not at all," Norman assured. "Why don't you join us?"

"Uh-oh." Harry moved to join Otto on the couch. "Why do I have the feeling I'm in trouble?"

"Not in trouble per se . . ."

Harry turned to Otto. "Dad?"

". . . I told him about you and Sasuke."

The younger Osborn's eyes went wide as he looked up at Norman.

"I'm not mad Harry---."

"But?"

". . . I am just a bit worried."

Harry sighed. "Dad I promise. She's not some mass murder or serial killer or whatever you may be thinking."

"I know, I know." Norman glanced at Otto before turning back to Harry. "And I trust you."

"You do?"

"Of course."

Otto smiled.

Norman did too. "You're old enough to make the decision of a good partner all on your own without me getting involved at all."

Harry looked between Otto and Norman. "But you're still worried?"

"Only because I've never talked with her personally." The older Osborn couldn't resist reaching over to pat Otto's arm. "But from what I hear, she sounds lovely."

Otto glared at Norman.

"The point is . . . You're my son. I love you and I trust you, but I'm always going to worry about you."

"I know." Harry shifted a little as he quickly glanced at Otto. "And I don't think finding out through somebody else helped that worry at all."

". . . Not particularly."

"I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you sooner but I was worried how you would take it after my last one . . ."

Images from Harry's relationship with MJ flashed in Norman's head. "I can understand why."

"Hey, it wasn't your fault." Harry scooted toward the edge of the couch. "It was Goblin making you say those things."

"Still. That wasn't fair of me."

". . . Would you like to meet her?"

Norman's eyebrows shot up.

Harry turned to Otto. "Both of you."

Now it was Otto's turn to look surprised.

"I've wanted to ask you before but I just haven't taken the chance yet."

Both of the older scientists turned to look at each other. A few seconds of silence passed before both turned back to Harry.

"So . . . Is that a yes?"

Norman nodded. "Absolutely."

Otto agreed, "We'd love to meet her."

"Seriously?"

"Definitely," Norman added.

Harry floundered for a second. "Uh . . . Okay. How soon should I have her over?"

Norman leaned forward. "Why don't you invite her to dinner here next week? We'll make her favorite meal and talk with just the four of us."

"Yeah," the younger Osborn grinned. "That sounds nice."

"Well, it's settled then," Norman agreed.

Harry stood to give the older Osborn a hug. "Thanks Dad."

Otto smiled as Norman returned the hug. "You're welcome son. Thank you for trusting me."

Once Harry had stepped back out of Norman's hold, he turned to Otto and gave him a hug too. "Thank you too Dad."

"Of course son." Otto gave Harry a look. "Although, I am curious about something."

"Oh? What's thahat?"

Otto pulled back from the hug. "Harry, I heard the nicknames she was calling you. How long have you kept this relationship a secret?"

Harry went stiff. "Oh, you know. Only three . . . maybe four . . ."

"Days? Weeks?"

". . . Months."

Norman's eyes went wide. "Months!"

The younger Osborn didn't look up as the room fell into tense quiteness.

Finally, Otto broke the silence by returning to his book. "He does take after you Norman."

"Otto!" Norman hissed.

This time, Harry's eyes went wide. "Wait, what?"

Norman held up a hand. "It was a long time ago---."

"What was her name again? Was it Rachel? Or Monica?"

"Otto."

"Either way, it was the same as one of those girls from that TV show."

Harry tried to smother his laugh with a cough. Meanwhile Otto pretended to return to his book with the grin still on his face.

Norman pinched the bridge of his nose.

Harry turned to the stairs. "Ahand Ihi think that's my cue toho goho."

"Good nihight," Otto called.

"Oh!" Harry paused at the stairs and turned back to the duo. "And Dahad?"

Otto looked up. "Yes son."

"You do realize doubling tapping on Instagram notifies the user you've like one of their posts, right?"

Norman immediately looked up at Otto and his face lit up.

Meanwhile, Otto picked up one of the pillows on the couch and chucked it at the younger Osborn. "Good night Harry."

Harry dodged the pillow. "Good nihight!"

Once the younger Osborn was up the stairs and out of sight, Norman grinned at Otto. "Well ahatleast Ihi dohon't stalk on the internet."

The older scientist grabbed another pillow and swung it into Norman's face. Atleast Harry was okay after this whole ordeal.

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Healing - Part 7

Series Masterlist

Otto Octavius FanFiction

Otto x Reader

Prompt/Summary: long #6 - Life is hard, especially for a single mother, but you've made the best of it and took a new job as the secretary for a billionaire. A terrible tragedy rocks his world and you're there as a shoulder to cry on as he heals. During the healing process, however, he finds you are more important to him than he originally thought.

Warnings: Age Gap. (Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: I am SO SORRY. I've had this written for a while, I just never had the time to go through and post it. I've been busy. Again, so sorry.

WC: 1k

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It was Monday again.

The day you were most excited for after a long weekend. Otto had given the employees an extra day off. You were bummed about it at first, but took the time to get a much needed rest.

D/N came with you to work every day for the past week, and you started wondering if you should find a new daycare for her.

When you researched it over the weekend, you discovered one down the block from your apartment complex.

The staff was super kind and caring when you visited for the first time. That was when you knew they would take care of your daughter well.

The previous daycare's staff were harsh and careless. That was why you stopped going to that one in the first place.

Finally, you didnt have to care what your daughter saw at work.

One of the staff had gotten into drugs and tried to hit you. Otto stopped him, and you were glad your daughter hadn't been there to see it.

You had been scared, but when Otto protected you, you had a burst of confidence and spoke sternly to the man who tried to hit you.

It was at this point that you realized you liked Otto. Not how you did in the past, but in a new way that made you blush and made your heart race.

You made your coffee, feeling energetic. You made D/N her hot chocolate and dropped her off at her new daycare.

She didn't even say goodbye as she went to play with the other kids; that's how you knew she would be just fine.

When you arrived at work, Otto greeted you as usual. But something was off. He was too... smiley. He was almost too kind.

Even his actuators lights, which were usually white or red, were green and pink now.

It was like that all day. They changed to white when around the other employees, as if Otto and his actuators were hiding something.

Something they wanted only you to know about.

The next day, you confronted him about it.

"Otto, I noticed your actuators' lights change colors. I was wondering what the different colors mean." You spoke as Otto examined the full wing you had done.

"Oh, the lights. Yes, they change depending on both my mood and the actuators' moods.

"Hmm, okay. What does pink mean? Or even green?" You asked, getting straight to the point.

Otto stiffened. You knew he didnt want to talk about it; it was supposed to be a secret.

"Pink is... admiration. Green is... happy." He replied.

You knew he was avoiding the true meaning of the colors, but you let it slide. "So when the lights turn white, is that, like, neutral? I've seen pink and green and white."

"Yeah, pretty much." Otto relaxed, thinking you didnt sense the secret you knew he was hiding.

You let it go for now, knowing you would have to find out the secret later.

You nodded your head.

"Looks good. You did a marvelous job with the feathers." He told you.

"Thanks. They took me ages." You beamed.

He smiled, and you returned it by grinning.

Then he left to his office, leaving you to finish the final touches before moving on to the next wing.

Thank goodness you had all the feathers already done. They were a nightmare to weld together.

Once you had a good idea of where things were going, you started piecing the second wing together.

Adding small mechanics here and there, finally the second wing was done.

Now you just had to build the jets and attach them to the metal suit one of the other workers was working on. It was a two person project.

While you were originally intended to finish early and go home, you ended up working late.

You called the daycare and let them know that you were working late, and that you wouldn't be able to pick D/N up at the usual time. They said it was fine, and that they could keep her over night if needed.

You thanked them, then hung up.

You looked up just as Otto came from his office.

"Y/N, dear, why don't you go home?" He asked, a worried look on his face. You glanced around, finding it was just you and Otto in the building.

"Is everyone gone already?" You wondered aloud.

"I'm afraid so. You should head home, I can take care of things here."

You creased your eyebrows in a worried expression. "Are you sure? I dont want you to do more than you need to."

"I'm sure you have other things to do." You said at the same time. You both laughed.

"You have your daughter to take care of. You should go." Otto insisted.

"If you're sure." You spoke, then you smiled at him and gave him a hug- something that had become common since you had become friends.

"Please. Go be with your family." He said.

You gathered your things and left, waving to him. "See you tomorrow!"

"See ya!"

You exited the building feeling energized. Your heart was racing, blush on your face.

It happened again. You were flustered beyond imagine, and he only told you to go be with your family.

You got in your car and drove to the daycare. You picked up your daughter, then headed to your apartment.

It was late, nearing 10:00 at night. You sighed. "Sorry I couldn't pick you up sooner, honey. I got busy."

"Its okay! I had a lot of fun." She yawned.

But you weren't tired. Your thoughts were full of Otto, nothing else. You could hardly walk up the stairs and go the right door.

"Are you okay, mama?" You daughter asked as you closed your apartment door behind you.

"Mhm, I'm fine." You gazed at her lovingly.

Now that you weren't with Otto, the flashbacks returned.

"Which color do you like better? Pink or blue?" You asked Henry.

His jaw dropped as he saw the ultrasound pictures. "You're pregnant!"

That was when you had become pregnant with D/N. You didn't know it was a girl then, even though you and Henry had hoped it was.

You shook your head to clear the flashbacks. You weren't with him anymore.

You needed to get over it.

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