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sour-patch-simp · 6 months
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Aggressively shoves this art at u
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plush4bunny · 1 month
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"His hand stops midair as he was bringing his glass of whiskey to his pink lips. He puts it back down and tilts his head, enough so his eyes can go up and down your figure. You flush because his gaze seems to linger as he roams over you, paying special attention to your face.
He turns properly and gives you a charming smile that makes you pause. You never saw your enemy smile like this."
- scene from @chrism02's 1st chapter for their cheeky Comic!Otto Octavius x reader fanfic called "Wish list"
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eupheme · 1 year
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Somewhere In Between | Day 19: Reading
professor!otto octavius x f!reader
Rated E | 1.4k
Tags: age gap, bossy!otto, fingering, edging, actuators as light restraints, praise kink, cockwarming, implied PiV
Poem referenced is Leves Amores
When you find yourself with writers block, you turn to your lover for help. However, you’re not expecting his approach to be quite so hands-on.
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You stare at the blinking cursor, willing the words to manifest in your mind, to form the exact conclusion you need.
All you needed was to wrap things up, tie them in a neat little bow. The outline was there, but the wording never quite felt right. The sharp punch you were looking for just out of reach.
You suppose, it doesn’t help that you’re horribly distracted. That you came over to his apartment, laptop in hand, knowing that he’d keep you on track better than if you were at home, surrounded with possible diversions.
And yet, here you were, with the biggest distraction of all. Each edit had been met with a kiss, as you sat beside his modified, overstuffed armchair. Where he had been going over an upcoming lecture - glancing up from the text to give a murmur of encouragement, a smile.
The kisses turning needy, until you were easing onto his lap - your work quite forgotten. Fingers twisting in the thick wool of his turtleneck sweater, one of his actuators curling behind your back to keep you pressed close.
They always betrayed him. His arms, connected to his unconscious thoughts. Contrasting with his words, his “you should be working, my dear”, while they nudged you just a little closer, until you could feel where he thickened inside his trousers.
“I missed you.” You breathed, “I want you. God, I want you.”
There was the peek of his tongue against his bottom lip, his own gaze heavy-lidded. Thumbs brushing back and forth against the curves of your breast, where you could just feel them over your own clothes.
“What do you want?” He asked, watching beneath those thick brows, eyes that catch everything.
“I want you to take me,” You sighed with need, leaning forward to brush your lips against the coarse strands of his beard, where he had grown it out with the changing of seasons, “Want you to take care of me.”
You ached for him, the feeling of him beneath you winning out over the rest.
He laughed then, a low, rough sound. The skeleton of a smug smile from his past, softened by those dark eyes.
You’re lifted, the metal arm against your back curling around your waist. Flipping you until you’re facing the desk, a second arm nudging over your laptop.
“And I want you to work.” Otto told you firmly, a hand pressing against your belly, holding you snug against him, “That’s why you came here, isn’t it?”
He isn’t wrong. And so, you’re sitting, sullenly.
Editing for the second time, stalling as you pick for clues. Shifting impatiently against him, thinking with a corner of your mind about how you can feel the thick curve of him pressed against your ass.
The hand on your stomach twitches. With each stroke of your keys it inches downward - something that you’re acutely aware of. You wonder if it’s encouragement.
If he’ll touch you, if only you keep writing.
It works. It’s good enough for you.
His palm presses against you, the heel of his hand just shy of where you need him. It makes you gasp, your eyes leaving the screen, drifting down.
Rocking against him, trying to get him to adjust his touch. Feeling where the tips of his fingers brush against you, the middle sliding just down the seam of your leggings. The others tracing against your clothed lips, your inner thighs.
“You stopped.” He rasps, the sound low in your ear, “Keep going.”
With a shaky breath, you do.
Ironic that your essay explored the ideas of decadence and aestheticisms in Victorian poetry - because you certainly felt like you were indulging, giving into pleasure over sense.
It would almost be inspiring… if it wasn’t so distracting. But you try - blinking to keep the words in focus as his fingers drift, touch, press.
Winding you up, until you’re biting your tongue between teeth, rocking your hips into the cup of his hand. Eyes closing, testing just how far you can move, if it would be enough.
“You haven’t mentioned Symons.” His idle comment brings you back, as you frown.
Glancing at the paragraph you’re combing through - realizing he’s been reading along. It prickles you, defensiveness curling with the pleasure in your belly.
“We haven’t covered much from him. I thought my other examples were strong enough.” You explain, just as his hand drifts.
Edging past your waistband, beneath the fabric of your underwear. Enjoying your tone - the debate.
“If you were taking my class-” He begins, but you’re cutting him off, with a shake of your head.
“If I were taking your class, this paper would be on nuclear physics, not poetry.”
Otto laughs at that, the sound rumbling. Before you feel his lips ghost against the back of your neck. Fingers that touch down against bare skin, where you’re warm and wet for him.
“Art and science have always been lovers, darling.” His voice is low, amused. Lips pressing against the hollow under your ear - raising goosebumps in its wake, “A man can be well-versed in both.”
You have no retort, not when he’s touching you like this. A finger parting you, sliding back and forth over your clit. His other hand moving to cup your breast, as an actuator loops around your waist, pinning you against him.
Your kisses, and the way you curl,
Delicious and distracting girl,
Into one's arms, and round about,
Luxuriously in and out-
His breath warm in your ear as his fingers circle, as he quotes poetry to you. The smooth tone of his voice washing over you, your head tilting back against his broad shoulder.
Strong to embrace and long to kiss,
And strenuous for the sharper bliss,
A little tossing sea of sighs,
Till the slow calm seal up your eyes.
You moan, and he can feel just how soaked you are for him, for him alone. Those arms move, then.
Lifting you just off his lap, the careful tip of another tugging at your leggings. Pushing them down mid-thigh as he works open his belt.
Pulling himself out, where he’s heavy and flushed for you. Setting you down against his cock, trapping it between the pillow of your thighs, trapped snugly against your cunt.
He lets you rut against him, slicking him up with each pass. Eyes dropping to watch the flushed head slide against your skin, how you wished it was pressing inside, instead.
You fingers drift down to touch him, but one of the actuators curl around your wrist, gently bringing it back to your keyboard.
“Finish this up, darling, and I’ll give you what you want.” He promises, a chaste kiss against your neck - before he leans back, giving you space.
The thud of your pulse in your ears is still distracting, as is the warm length of him pressed against you.
But you try, thinking about what he said. Adding in a little more detail, encouraged by the subtle rocking of his hips. The slide of him against your clit, though whenever you make a sound he stops.
The slow edging winding you up.
You’d always done well under pressure, under a deadline. Two hover over you now - one tomorrow, another so much closer. The length of time you can last before it’s too much.
Another line flows from you, and then another. Piecing the puzzle of your words and thoughts together. Keying the final line of the conclusion with a little flourish, your head tilting to the side so you can see him.
Where he watches, already reading over your shoulder. A low growl to his voice as he moves again, like before.
“Just look at you. So goddamn clever.”
The praise lances though you, warm and coiling in your belly.
An actuator nudging your laptop to the side as he stands. Another arm bringing you with him, bending you over the heavy wooden desk.
His body, so thick and tall and sturdy behind you - his hand wrapped around his cock as he drags it over you, notching himself right at your entrance.
As he asks, “That’s why you’re my girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” You moan, and he’s making a rough, appreciative noise as he presses into you.
Filling you, finally. Nudging his way inch by inch as your fingers curl around the edge of the desk, as to try to rock back to meet him.
As you manage one last gasp before he’s fully sheathed. Before he gives you what you’ve earned.
“Yours.”
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b1ueoff1ine · 1 year
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Otto Octavius FanFiction
Otto x Avenger!Reader
Summary: After a mission goes haywire, your boyfriend saves you and nurses you back to health.
Warnings: Age Gap. Y/N being hurt. Fluff. (Let me know if I missed any!)
A/N: here have this short fluffy fic :)
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"Oh shit-" You get cut off as a brute tackles you to the floor. Your strength is nothing compared to his.
Your head gets slammed into the ground- an instant concussion. While you try to fight back, the brute practically body slams you and you get knocked unconscious.
When you wake, your boyfriend sits in front of you on a hospital bed.
You attempt to sit up, but the pain is too much so you stay lying down.
"Easy now, you took quite the hit." Otto says.
"My head..." you groan. "What- what happened?"
"That brute you were fighting? All locked up. Couldn't touch me at all." Otto smiled.
"Otto, that's my job- not yours."
He patted your leg. "Dont even worry about it. You're safe, that's all that matters."
You smiled at him. He leaned down and kissed you passionately. When he stopped, he was smiling at you with fond eyes.
"I better go, I'm needed in the labs."
"Where are we, Otto?" You asked, noticing no windows.
"In Octavius Industries. You didn't know there were hospital rooms?" He replied, standing up.
"No, I didn't. Hmph." You said, wondering. "Oh-" you said, remembering something. "I need to get to the tower- my roommate is probably most likely wondering where the hell I am."
"Not yet- you took quite the hit to the head. Why don't you let me go tell the Avengers you wont be there for a bit?" Otto asked sympathetically.
You nodded, then slept the rest of the day.
When you woke next, Otto was at your side with a glass of water and painkillers.
"My savior." You smile.
You took them gratefully and after a few minutes they take effect. They make you drowsy and sleepy, though you can't sleep. You had only just woken up after all.
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S/o who is the assistant of Different Octavius’ are finally asked out after her superiors become Doc Ock
90’s
*This man was a scientist just starting his business, ridiculed and shamed by others.
*However you stuck through no matter what, and the man developed a somewhat obvious crush on you.
*He would always take you out to dinner after working at his lab and took you out on dates...well, he never told you they were.
*However one day, you were asked to go shopping for a few lab supplies at a store that was pretty far from his current lab, obviously Ms. Hardy gave you some money, but not enough for the proper supplies, so you would have to use your own money. (Something Otto really couldn't stand)
*And when you came back, the lab was in shambles.
*You of course did everything to find your superior in the rubble but unfortunately found nobody.
*However, somebody was watching...
It had been a couple of weeks since the incident and you were in a large mansion with Felicia Hardy, now working full time for Ms. Hardy as a simple housemaid. You were helping her with some laundry. You still though about Doctor Octavius and what happened to him. He was a kind man to you as you really did like him. Maybe in that way, you didn't know. Now that he was dead, or missing, you couldn't really sort out your own feelings.
"(Y/n)? Could you please get me my bathrobe? I'm going to be bathing soon." Felicia's voice rung out, and you turned to her voice. "Yes, ma'am." You said and tossed the rest of the clothes in the washing machine and shut it. You grabbed a clean bathrobe from the warm stack of clothes on the drying machine. You passed over the robe to her as you turned on the washing machine as suddenly, the doorbell rung.
"(Y/n), could you get that for me? I'll be there In a second." She said and you walked downstairs, as the bell rung once more, where you opened the door.
"Greetings Madam, I was wondering if you could bring Ms. Hardy to me?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!"
You let out a scream as an enormous man- machine- you didn't know, barged in the house, enormous metallic arms from his behind easily breaking through the door as you backed away, running for Felicia's room as you had to warn her. Her mother wasn't home and you must have been the only maid home at the time, but surely some other butlers were home-
The door split open as the man stormed in, and Felicia opened the door to the bathroom and she noted the mysterious man and she pulled you in. She was in shock at the strange man. "Who is that?" She asked fearfully, and you looked to her as you suddenly got some strange feeling of remembrance of the man. You didn't know where you might have seen him before, but still...
The door to the bathroom split open as well, as metal claws tore open the door, and you stood in front of Felicia, only in a bathrobe as you tried to protect her. "Just end me already- if I can see my family, friends, and possibly Former Superior, I mean what's the use a against fighting a man like you?" You said, and the huge man stopped before looking at you. "(Y/n)... is that you?" His voice said, as he looked down at you, squinting down. "Huh?" You said, and he took off his glasses to look at your small form. "It is you...(Y/n), it's me! Well, not anymore, but it's me, Doctor Octavius." He said, and you suddenly realized it was him. "Doctor Octavius, it is you! But...what happened to you?" You said, and he stopped to pick you up with a tendril, lifting the both of you off the ground as you shook. "Oh, of course. I'll tell you. Ever since the accident, I found out with my arms that I can no longer wait to get impossible things when I can just take them myself now as Doctor Octopus. Now, nobody else will-" He said, and he stopped himself midsentance, as he slowly turned to you and licked his lips before grinning. "And now that I can just take what I want, I think that revenge can wait for now. I need to take back my beloved kleiner Assistent~" He said as he stormed away with you wrapped in an arm, probably screaming or enjoying the ride, depending on what your drift is.
Raimi
*As an assistant to the Octavius' You were treated well by both, despite being a lot younger than both, so you were sometimes mistakened as a niece or a daughter.
*You However told them you were simply an assistant but did somewhat understand why they thought that as sometimes you were taken in for dinner or they offered to take care of you. They were very sweet to you.
*The wife Rosalie, who let you called her Rosie was a kind woman who often cared for you on certain days, always making you lunch and let you relax in her home, often giving you some books as you left, and slipping in the occasional comic book you really wanted. She saw you as a daughter she could never have.
*The husband, Otto was still kind as well as you directly worked for him, and you helped him with his energy experiment. He was always encouraging you to stay at his home as well.
*He saw you as something else, and not as a relative.
*You stuck with the couple and did a lot of errands for them on your days off, to show you really did care about them.
*Everything was perfect.
*Until the fateful day where you saw your second parental figure's life be taken from that accident.
*Rosie shoved you away from the explosion, and you had left the scene with minor injuries, only a few cuts on your body.
*That night at home, you were mourning over the loss of the people you worked for.
*Gone forever.
Now that you were completely alone, you had more (uncomfortably) long free time, and made you look really lonely from a perspective, which made it easy for people to approach you and ask you out. One lucky guy was Brian Oliver. A man who asked you out a few days after the accident. You, someone who needed to fill that empty hole in your heart. Which brings you to today, about a week from the accident. "(Y/n), what's wrong? You've barely touched your Pudding."
You were having a date with him at a cafe. You looked down at the dessert and looked out the window, the warm scent of the small place waft down through the corridors. "I don't know. I have this weird lingering feeling that I've been trying to get rid of ever since..." You said and traced off, nervously twirling your hair.
You never really found Brian as a lover, just a friend who supported you, and you really wanted to tell him, but you wanted him to stick around with you for some time. Maybe you'll force out your feelings one way or another.
But then, you heard a strange sound.
"What's that noise?" You told him and he stopped to try to hear what you heard before suddenly, a car was tossed in the Cafe, and you flattened yourself on the wall behind you, trying to avoid it. You were grabbed by Brian and you held him as well in fear, as you confusingly looked out the hole where the car came from. "What the hell?" Brian asked, and you shrugged. "I don't know-" You said before you heard loud thumps and you backed away, as you saw a strange figure approach the both of you.
"Hello, (Y/n)~"
You shook under the man's figure. "Who are you? How do you know my name?" You said and he stood up, four enormous arms holding him up. "Well, your memory seems a bit foggy, doesn't it?" He said, grinning malevolently. "Don't you remember me? The man said, and you shook your head as he scowled and tugged his glasses off, and you took a closer look. "Oh my god."
"Doctor Octavius?" You whispered, before he smiled again. "Looks like you remember, my girl." He praised you, before turning to your date. "And you must be the boyfriend." He said, immediately frowning. "N-NO! I mean, I'm just a friend." He said, grinning awkwardly, turning to you for defense. "Yeah, he is." You said, and Otto grabbed your face with one of his gloved hands. "Then I bet you wouldn't mind if I-" He said before kissing you. Your eyes opened wide. "You're coming with me, sweetie." He said, carrying you away from the ruined cafe, Brian watching in horror.
Olivia
*This lady had already built up some sort of notoriety
*She always thought of you as cute, but you didn't really notice.
*You just thought of her as a teacher but everytime she saw you, burning feelings ran through her mind.
*But oh boy once the Kingpin got her to work for him a lot changed.
Coming home from another day at work was a breather after a lot of cramming towards more projects for Alchemax, and it did do something to you. You let out a small giggle, perhaps your mom was right, and you should have seen that chiropractor she booked you in. Perhaps Saturday.
You laid on the couch, looking at the TV, and watching something interesting, occasionally rubbing your back. That is, until the phone rang. You groggily stood up to answer it. "Hello?" You answered.
"HI, (Y/n), it's Olivia. I was wondering if you want to go out with me for dinner later today?" She said, and you looked at the time displayed on the clock, and you saw you had quite some time on your hands. "Uh...sure." You said. "Great. Then I'll see you then." She said and hung up. You rubbed your back again and told yourself at least a nice dinner would be easing some pain.
That night was very pleasant. You were having an interesting conversation with her about how the multiverse works, listening to everything she said as if your life meant it, until she had to go the bathroom.
Then, some men approached you and leaned down next to you. "Hey, lady. Do you perhaps work for Alchemax?" They asked. "Yes. I'm Doctor Octavius' assistant." You said, taking a bite of your food. "Well look, we're gonna try to keep it simple." They said and pulled out large guns and pointed it at you, and your eyes widened. "Hey- what are you doing..." You asked and their eyes darted towards the door. "Listen. We're going to kindly escort you out and you're not gonna tell anyone about us. We're gonna let you leave as soon as you tell us about everything you have about the collider." One said.
"I don't actually know." You stuttered, trying to convince them you were oblivious. "Well, if you don't want a hole in your pretty face, you better tell us now." The man repeated. "Never." You said and then they pointed their guns directly at your head. "Have it your way."
Suddenly, one of the men were slammed forward against the other man and their guns were dropped and dragged away. The men were looking around confused before something landed right behind you. "What-?" You said before a voice whispered in your ear. "Hold on." Was all they said. It sounded feminine.
You saw the men look at the person behind you in shock as they were quickly pulled away and slammed far into the corners by tendrils as you were being carried out of the restaurant where everyone watched, shocked.
"Wow, thank you." You said to your savior, turning around to see...Olivia in some strange get up? "Olivia? Is that you?" You said, and she shushed you with a kiss. "Actually, I'm Doc Ock. But only my enemies call me that. For you though, it's just Liv." She said. "We can talk about the rest tomorrow, but how about we go take you home, and get you a nice back massage as well as a bonus treat~?" She hummed in a tone that made you red faced.
You happily agreed.
PS4
*Being one of Otto's assistants was surprisingly engaging.
*His place had some good atmosphere and perfect for helping with him.
*Not to mention how kind he was around you. He was indeed a gentleman, even at his age.
*And also how he soon gained feelings for you. Feelings he was too afraid to tell you.
*However, as days progressed, he began to drive into some sort of strange obsession with a project he was working on, where you helped him in almost every way.
*And you grew pretty worried for him. You found out he had also created some other things without you or Peter's help.
*You tried to convince him to take some breaks and spend some time outside but he seemed to reject your suggestions almost painfully, him cringing whenever he declined.
*You eventually gave up and only watched in concern as he almost gleefully told you he gave you and Peter some days off as he was going to do his own work.
*You worridely stayed home, growing concerned with your supervisor's actions.
*Until you got the call.
That night, you arrived soon as possible, concerned for the older man. "Hello?" You said, looking around the insides of the laboratory you once considered one of your safe spaces.
"Oh! (Y/n)! Dear, you've arrived. Come quick, I need to show you something." You heard his enthusiastic voice ring out, you jumping in surprise. "I didn't see you there Doctor..." You said, following him as he was wearing that strange suit that he constructed for something or someone. "Look at this." He said, and you saw as enormous tendrils sprouted from his back, catching you off guard as he toward above you. "Come, I need to show you something." He said as he began to excitedly crawl up to the building where you followed suit.
After some struggle, you finally reached the top."What is this?" You said, looking at something glowing brightly at the top of the building. You approached it to find a table and some chairs, the table adorned with some candles and a sort of steak meal. "Doctor...did you make this?" You asked him, and he nodded. "Of course I did." He said, and used one of his arms to pull in one of the chairs in for you. "It's okay though. It was all a big secret I was planning for you!" He said.
You tried to look relieved, but those metal arms...this was all an elaborate attempt to get you to date him? Surely, you could have assisted him with preparations but-
How could you refuse this sort of date?
"Th-Thank you, Doctor..." You said, and he laughed. "Of course, of course. But please, call me Otto." He said, and pulled a chair over for you. "Take a seat. And let's enjoy this moment and watch over the city." He said.
"You know I'd love nothing more."
Tssm
*Alright This guy Is already very sweet already.
*He of course desires to be having a blossoming relationship with you.
*However, he is too shy to even speak a word to you, let alone face you about something as intimate as that.
*Something that he valued as well is how often you defended him from Norman whenever he was too harsh on him.
*Unlike his mother during his awful childhood.
*He resorted to doing some things such as following you home or on days off. Just so he can focus on asking you out.
*But oh, you were so...pretty...to even form coherent sentences to you on your days out were difficult for him.
*He always overhead some conversations you had with some friends, and when you described him as cute, his face was a bright red for the rest of the day.
*He made sure to listen in on conversations you had with friends, making sure you don't spot him when you follow him.
*So eventually he decided to make you a confession letter for you, writing countless drafts, each disappointing him.
*Finally, he had his finished version, and was ready to confess.
*Unfortunately, that day was the same his life was changed forever.
*And unfortunately, yours as well.
That night during the accident, Norman Osborn had informed you that Otto had told you to take the rest of the day off while he had to test out the reactor. You didn't believe him at first, but he assured you that he had, as he believed it would be too much for you, and he was fine alone.
Strange.
You left to go home. You did always care about the scientist. He was very kind and gentle with you, so you wished for him to be okay, and turned on the television, where everything was normal.
Until you clicked on the News channel, where you were shocked with the news report on screen. In Oscorp, A malfunction happened, where out of all scientists, only one disappeared. Otto.
Oh no...Doctor, what happened??" You said and quickly called in his phone. Once, twice, three times, five. None. "Please be okay..." You prayed silently, before you grabbed your jacket and rushing out. You didn't want Otto hurt, and you needed to find him somewhere near the lab, safe and sound when suddenly, you heard some strange scratching noises.
"What was that?" You asked yourself and stopped. You noticed you were still somewhat far from Oscorp. You could leave now, but you weren't sure if you could possibly arrive at the building. You looked around and noticed the city was pretty empty. Not a lot of cars or anyone around. You couldn't really tell as you walked backwards, until you accidentally bumped into someone.
You stopped and turned, apology already spilling out. "I'm so sorry, my back was turned I-" You stopped as you saw a man wearing a trenchcoat and had goggles looked at you, his face a brief scowl before his expression then blossomed into one of surprise, a deep blush spreading through his face. "Are you...my (Y/n)?" He whispered, before you took off running.
You felt cold at the sight of him, your stomach felt gray, dead. You saw him approach towards you with threating-looking metal arms, his fingers crossed between each other. "Now then, little assistant. No need to perceive me as a malleable threat. I mean no harm towards you." He said, grinning.
You ran away, not knowing what he was referring to, and you having some strange thoughts bubbling inside your mind, as if you knew him...
You spotted an empty trash bin not too far off and quietly climbed in, shutting the lid. "Come out now. You remind me of a frightened kitten. Perhaps you are in a sense." His voice now a lot softer as he began to disappear and trail away. You stepped out of the trash can and gazed around, safe from the mysterious man.
Patting yourself clean, you prepared to make a quick run to the back, as you ran, your face quickly slammed into something metallic and hard. You stopped to look up at the man. "Ah, (Y/n)~" He hummed out, practically elated. "Come to me, my dear." He said, picking you up with a metallic arm, where you struggled. "What's going on?" You asked fearfully.
"My love, why can't you recognize me? Silly little pet. It's me, Doctor Octavius. Though not anymore. I gave up that old and weak lifestyle." He bitterly said, before he perked up, letting a shaky breath. "But now that I've changed, I can be the better man for you. Strong, Powerful, and everything else perfect in a man. Doesn't that make you love me as much as I do???" He said, his goggled eyes obscuring the hearts blooming inside.
"No, if anything...Doctor, why didn't you tell me you loved me earlier? Either way I could have accepted you, and not by turning yourself into some sort of monster!!!" You said at him, and he stopped before his expression grew sharp. "Dear. I think you misheard me." He said and closed in on your ear.
"I never said you had a choice."
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ladyinwriting18 · 1 year
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I'll Be Here (Otto Octavius x Reader)
Summary: Hard days happen. Dealing with old wounds happen. Facing abandonment issues happen. But your boyfriend Otto Octavius being there to make things better is a godsend.
Words: 2062
Warnings: Depressive episode/anxiety attack, Negative self talk, Other than that nothing but fluff & comfort.
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The pillow beneath your head is damp from your tears. You’ve been crying for some time now. There would be no hiding the water marks. But after the emotional day you’ve had you can’t muster the strength to care. 
You’re tired of feeling expendable to people. Tired of feeling like you’re a second thought. Especially to those who say they love you.  The merry-go-round of people who have come into your life only to leave it grows larger. You aren’t one who handles abandonment well since it’s all you’ve ever known.
Friends. Family. Lovers. Eventually they all grow tired of your antics.
What they start off calling passion, humor, fun, excitement shifts. The words morph and take on new meanings. “You’re too emotional.” “You’re too loud.” “Too much of a burden.”“Too sad.” “Too chaotic.” “Too up and down.”“Too different.” “Too much.” And yeah, maybe your past experiences have hurt you enough that you carry them around like chains shackled to your ankles. It’s something you’ve been working to heal from in therapy but that didn’t make losing people any easier.  You mourn the losses like deaths. Each loved one who up and leaves cuts deeper than the last. After awhile….it’s difficult to not blame yourself. Your therapist tells you that people who love openly and selflessly sometimes give too much of themselves to the wrong people. Your therapist also tells you that you have a tendency to put others first. And while that’s true…you find yourself frequently struggling to believe that your wants, needs and emotions are more important than those around you. You aren’t sure where this belief stems from. What you do know is putting yourself first is not something that comes easy to you. But how could you after a lifetime of continuously being shown that you aren’t worthy enough to be put first? How could you even begin to express your needs when those always ended up being a burden to others. 
Perhaps your therapist is wrong. 
Maybe, just maybe.…you’re the problem. You cry harder, to the point that your shoulders shudder with every shaky inhale. This thought pattern is not a healthy one. It’s a path your brain has taken many times before. Each step is a different stone that represents a distorted belief about yourself. The coping mechanisms you’ve learned specifically for times like these seem impossible to comprehend. You need to shake this off, but how can you when your limbs feel weighed down? If the couch cushions suddenly opened up and swallowed you whole would you even care? The sounds of your sobs surround you—making it near impossible to hear. 
How your ears pick up the click of the lock on the front door or its opening is nothing short of a miracle. You quickly cover your mouth with your hand, feebly trying to muffle your cries. How had you allowed yourself to lose such track of time? You hadn’t even started dinner! Even if you managed to hide your tears that alone would alert him to the fact that something is wrong. Do you lie? Pretend you fell asleep on the couch? Maybe you had a nightmare and that’s the cause of your tears? Or should you be honest? Otto Octavius is a busy man. Bothering him with your worthless emotions seems wrong. But….if you couldn’t be honest with your boyfriend then who could you be honest with? “Sweetheart? I’m home.” The deep timbre of his voice snaps your thoughts back to the present. You feverishly wipe your tears away with the backs of your hands. Your brain screams at you to hide the evidence although you don’t fully understand what crime you’ve committed. You sit up and try smoothing down your hair. Dare you chance making a run to the bathroom to splash some water on your face? “Ah! There you are.” Too late for that now. You turn your head toward him, your eyes locking as he takes in the scene before him. His smile falls and his brows knit together in concern. Fresh tears form and start to roll down your cheeks. You sink back down onto the couch just as the first sob bleeds from your throat. You curl in on yourself, trying hard to disappear. Otto is by your side in an instant. You feel his hands on you, one on your back and the other touching the top of your head. He always moves with such grace for one so tall and large. Your giant scientist. He deserves better than a sniveling, teary eyed partner.  The thought has you sobbing harder. You want to tell him to leave so you can push him away to save him from the mess of dealing with you. “Sunbeam, what’s going on?” His voice is laced with worry as his thick fingers try to run through your hair and brush it back from your face. You shake your head, denying him. “Don’t hide from me.” His tone is stern, father-like.
Otto Octavius isn’t fond of miscalculations. In fact, he despises them. And you not letting him see your face definitely counted as one. You still your movements and his face comes into view now that he’s moved your hair away. He’s kneeling before you beside the couch. You’re certain you look like a drowned rat but Otto simply smiles at you. One of his metal claws plucks his dark sunglasses from his face. His brown eyes are warm and filled with their usual affection that is reserved solely for you. It’s then that you have a moment of clarity. Otto almost always took the actuators off before returning home. They were his extra set of hands while working in his lab. He only ever kept them on if he planned to continue working at home. You lift your head with a sniffle and use your hand to clear the tears from your eyes. “I’m fine, really I am. I didn’t mean to keep you from your work. I’m sorry.” He gives you a confused look while tilting his head in question. Silently you answer by pointing to the nearest mechanical arm. He understands without you needing to explain further. “Oh, I was simply in a rush and forgot to leave them at the lab.” Now it was your turn to be confused. “Why were you in a rush?” The same claw that you had just pointed at grips your wrist to tug you closer. Your faces are now only a few inches apart. “I wanted to hurry and get home to you.” His breath caresses your face, the smell of cigars and black coffee. You can’t help but lean in further. The familiarity of him is more comforting than anything else. “I bet you regret that now that you’ve come home to this.” His demeanor changes. The sternness from earlier returns as quickly as it had left. “If you’re implying that you being upset makes me want to stay away then you are sorely mistaken.” You could argue but you find yourself too overcome to even speak. Instead you choke back another round of tears. “Oh sweet girl,” His hand strokes your back again. Even his claws seem antsy to touch and provide comfort. “Tell me what’s happened?” “T-Today was really really hard. It feels like it’s all f-falling apart.” You stumble over your words, struggling to explain the course of your day. He stays quiet, nodding encouragingly for you to continue. You’re thankful for the extra time to gather your thoughts, but the more you piece them together, the closer to the edge you feel. 
“I keep losing people! Everyone leaves like some big revolving door. I can’t take it anymore!” “Losing people is sometimes a sign of growth.” He’s being logical. Like he always is. But that’s not what you need at the moment. What you need is to feel your emotions at their raw core. “Can you NOT be rational right now? I don’t care about fucking growth! All I know is that it hurts!” You know you’re shouting….nastily shouting at him. You wish you could take the words back the second they leave your mouth. He doesn’t deserve to be snapped at. He’s only trying to help. Otto clearly does not appreciate your tone. He sets his jaw and his nostrils flare. Your heart sinks. Were you about to lose him too? Could you survive such a thing? You open your mouth to apologize but he speaks first. “Well then I suggest you get up off the couch and into my arms so I can comfort you.” You stare at him wide eyed in shock. 
Wordlessly he opens his arms to you. It breaks you. Fresh tears roll down your cheeks. You had expected more heartache but instead you are greeted with love. 
You scramble forward, practically throwing yourself against him. Surly any other man would have toppled over from the force, but not your Otto. 
He’s sturdy and strong—like stone. Like the walls of a castle his arms and actuators come around you to offer protection. They pull you down where he kneels on the floor and hold you close to his chest.  You melt into him—safe within the sanctity of his embrace. Your mouth opens to speak or maybe apologize for snapping but you choke on sobs. He nuzzles his nose into your hair and shushes you while his hand soothingly strokes your back. When he speaks again his words are like velvet—soothing and warm like the bourbon he enjoys drinking. “I know that you have experienced great loss in your life. It is something that drew me to you because you understood that gaping emptiness that our loved ones leave behind before we’re ready to let them go. Our scars helped bond us together. We do our best to let those scars continue to heal over, but sometimes they still manage to open up and bleed.” You nod in agreement and tuck your chin so you can push your face past the opening in his leather coat. You find yourself wanting to claw at his shirt and rip open the buttons so you could feel his skin against you. Otto takes a breath and cups the back of your head so you could get as close as you needed. “Is that what happened to my Little Sunbeam today? Have your old wounds opened back up?” Your arms circle around him as you cry, nodding aggressively. “Shhhh, alright. It’s all going to be alright. I’m right here.” Like the good boyfriend he is, he means to comfort you but you’re too emotionally drained to see things clearly. “But what will happen when you leave too? They all leave!” You harshly suck air into your lungs as your sobs steadily increase. “You will too and then I’ll be all alone!” The hand that was cupping your head moves and snatches your chin. He jerks it upwards so you’ll look him in the eye. The seriousness in his expression steals your breath away. “I will be here even when no one else is. No matter who comes and goes from your life I will still be here. Do you hear me?” You shudder, nodding. “Y-Yes but—” His thumb drags across your bottom lip stopping you from continuing. “No buts, my love.” His tone is softer now, “When have I ever been like any of the others?” You bite your bottom lip, tears crinkling the corners of your eyes. You couldn’t think of a single time he had ever made you feel less than his top priority. Even with how important his work is—nothing came before your relationship. You lean up until your noses touch and you can rest your forehead against his. “Not once. Not once have you been like the others.” Your eyes search his—pleading for something that you can’t put into words. But Otto knows. Somehow he always does. He takes ahold of your face. The light of his life in the palms of his hands. He closes what little distance there is between the two of you and kisses you softly. So softly that it makes you feel irreplaceable. “Thank you for being here.” You mumble against his mouth. To which he just grins and huskily whispers– “You couldn’t chase me away even if you tried, Little Sunbeam.”
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The Professor Octavius has confiscated your diary and he knows your secret. What will you do?
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auroracalisto · 1 year
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runs in the family
dad!otto octavius x gn!offspring!reader, 1.5k words tw: gn!reader, reader grows up thinking they don't have a dad, cussing, au!! doc has his arms and has his accident, but everyone lived and spiderman saved him because i said so. unnamed mother character. reader is said to be around 18. a/n: i am not a scientist. i literally took a cooking biology class in college so i have no idea what a lot of the scientific terminology is, unless i try to remember from my high school sciences. please bear with me. LMAO. this was requested by @loreoflemons—sorry it took me so long to get it done, but i hope it lives up to your expectations! also, thanks to @yn-ymn-yln for being my first reader <33
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A father.
You had an actual father, and as much as your mother inadvertently tried to keep that hidden, it had come to light. Or rather, you found evidence, and then you made an effort to actually prove it.
The birth certificate you clutched in hand was enough to make your mother panic as she searched for the right thing to say, but you understood her well enough. As much as you wanted to be angry, you knew that she kept it secret to keep you safe, especially in recent years.
"I want to meet him," you said, staring her down as she stood there, gaping at you.
She hesitantly nodded, and you couldn't help your smile. She understood.
The day had finally come in which her worst fears would be recognized—but you were taking this far better than she had imagined, and she was grateful for it.
You had always known you had a father, but never did you think it would be someone like him.
Your mother almost hated that it was him.
He was an intimidating man, with his degrees and lumbering stature. The mechanical arms protruding from his back did little to douse the overwhelming feeling that your father was indeed none other than Doc Ock.
His accident had set him back years on his revolutionary work, but he bounced back from it with the help of his wife and those who had worked with him. Had Spider-Man not been there in his time of need, it's possible that he could have turned for the worse.
But despite his injuries, he didn't stop. He had a world to help, and the addition of these arms only proved to be beneficial.
That was nearly two weeks ago.
You stood in front of the laboratory door, paper with directions scribbled on them clutched in hand.
This was it. You were going to meet him.
What would he even say? It's not like you even knew if he would be in today. Your mother didn't have his number—it was a one-night stand, as she so kindly put it. They never exchanged emails, or addresses, or anything else you might have thought to mention. You only knew where he worked because of the mass number of newspapers that acknowledged his wondrous achievements.
You took in a deep breath and knocked rapidly on the door, eyes squeezing shut as you waited for an answer.
A short, "It's open!" was shouted, and you immediately walked in. Your eyes darted from each lab station. They each laid empty, save for the very last one where he sat, peering into a microscope.
The man pulled back, eyes settling on you. Confusion became him as he tilted his head, sitting his pen down as he did so.
"May I help you?"
His voice was far kinder than you had envisioned.
"Yeah," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. The thought of that being too brash ran through your mind. Quickly, you uncrossed your arms, awkwardly standing in the middle of the laboratory like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. "I, uh, you're Doc Ock, right?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Doctor Octavius, but yes. I do suppose my reputation precedes me, hm?"
"Yeah, it does," you said, clearing your throat. You hesitantly pulled on a smile, realizing that this was far more intimidating than you had wanted it to be.
Your mother had warned you that this wouldn't be easy. Maybe you should have just brought her along and let the doctor put two and two together?
That would have been so fucking awkward. You would have rather died on the spot.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked, genuinely concerned. The young teenager standing in the middle of his laboratory had managed to bypass all the other lab techs and doctors who roamed the hallways. Why were you even here? Were you friends with Peter? You couldn't have been older than twenty if even that.
"No, I just..." You paused. You just needed to tell him. He would understand. It wasn't rocket science—you were his kid. You had the proof in your bag if you needed it. "Doctor Octavius, you're my dad."
His lips parted as he went to speak, but no sound came out. His eyebrows furrowed and he stood up from his seat, mechanical arms frozen behind him.
"What?"
"Yeah... you know, eighteen years ago, you had a fling with my mom. She disappeared afterward, and then she had me less than a year later."
"And you believe I'm your father?"
"She put you on my birth certificate," you said, rummaging around in your bag for it. You told him your mother's name, and as you pulled out the piece of official documentation, realization struck him where he stood.
"You're her kid?" he began, a smile beginning to form. "You're my kid?"
You held out the birth certificate to him, but made no move to walk closer to him. He came over to look, his smile only growing.
"You really—you really are!"
He had always dreamed about having a child with his dear Rosie, even if she were unable to bear her own—she would be in for an earful when he went home that night. He hoped she'd take the news well (though he knew that she would; she was the love of his life, after all).
"You—we must talk," he began. "I'm sure I have so much to catch up on."
Your features softened and you began to smile yourself. This had gone far smoother than you believed it would.
"A hell of a lot, Doc."
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You found yourself in the laboratory once more, staying out of the way of the lab techs who ran around, trying to finish up for the day. In the past month or so, you'd been in there at least twice a week, catching up with your father. You had years to talk about, after all.
Otto had planned on leaving far sooner that evening, and yet, he sat at his desk, clear glass vials sitting in front of him. Most had been filled, each with a combination of chemicals that just wasn't working for what he needed.
You leaned back in your chair, foot kicking the edge of the table you were near. A bag of jelly beans sat beside of a can of your favorite drink. Had you known you would have been here for this long, you would've just picked something up for you and Otto. At least then he wouldn't have had to worry about anything.
Takeout was starting to sound really good at this point.
"I'm sorry, dear," Otto said, looking up from the glassware with a frown. "I'm almost done, I promise."
He picked up his pencil once more, crossing through a formula on his notepad. Scribbling ensued as he worked through yet another, frustration marking each symbol written in soft graphite. While this should have been far simpler, he seemed to only be making it more difficult.
Your shoes scuffed against the tile flooring, forcing your chair into a little spin. You closed your eyes, head tilting back to face the fluorescents that smiled down at you.
"Have you tried cadmium sulfide?"
Otto's scribbling stopped. He slowly looked up at you, a sluggish blink following suit.
You stopped your spinning abruptly, leaning forward and grabbing a handful of your jellybeans. You looked up at him when you realized that he was staring. You held out your hand with a smile.
"Want one?"
"No," he began, quickly finding his voice. "That's... a good idea, Y/n," he said, confusion evident in his features. He said nothing more, immediately grabbing the substance and using it in his chemical solution. It seemed to do the trick as Otto's face melted into that of one that showed victory—he could wrap this up sooner than later, now.
You popped the handful of jelly beans into your mouth, continuing the spinning once more.
"Since when...?" Otto started, looking up from his desk once more.
"You never asked," you said. You stopped your spinning once more and grabbed your drink, grinning.
"I just... assumed that you wouldn't have an interest in science," he confessed, scratching the back of his head as he spoke.
"I've liked it since I was a kid. Mom put me in camps and shit," you said, fingertips tapping against the aluminum of your can. "You know you can go to forensic camps when you turn twelve?"
"You like forensics?"
"Nah," you said. "Well, toxicology. But I took what I could get. And the forensic camps were free for Brooklyn kids."
He smiled a bit and returned to write something else down on his notepad before he spoke.
"Glad to know it runs in the family."
You couldn't help but smile at the phrase—it did, indeed, run in the family.
You leaned back against your seat, nursing your can with a grin. Your father was one of a kind.
So were you—the world just didn't know it, yet.
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(gif made by me!!!)
Otto Octavius/Doc Ock x f!reader
Word count: 6.9k Warnings: 18+, good ol' smut A/N: I've only written smut like once before and that was years ago so bear with me Summary/tags: NSFW; classic enemies to lovers; oh no we were in the middle of a fight and one of us initiated a kiss?? oh we're fucking now; lots of pent up tension; degrading; teasing; dom!Otto; actuators put into good use
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April fools, bitch 😎😎😎
this is so dumb i'm sorry
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[A different kind of hero]
Warnings: electrocution, hospitals, mention of spiders.
info: This is a repost & update for chapter 1 as I had taken the time to rewrite about 85% of the entire chapter. It is very long, however, but it's worth it. It's no longer rushed and clunky, and I hope this is easier and better to read.
Chapters: [2] [3]
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[Chapter 1]: The Domino Effect
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Spiders.
You've always hated spiders ever since you were young.
It was an irrational fear, one that could never be rationalized and 'cured', but while they may have been one of your least favorite animals, there was one that you adored above all else. The sloth. They were cute and friendly in appearance, so much so you had a small collection of plush toys of them growing since you were a teen, now an adult and still seeking out any sloth plush you could find and afford.
Alas, you hardly had the money to spend like that. Using the pay you received from your work to feed and clothe you, on top of paying your rent. The plush toys were unfortunately not a necessity, but still, they did make for a nice treat after saving up enough to get one.
With money being an issue you took advantage of any sales and discounts, and especially anything that was free. So when you saw that word on a flier for the Connors Animal Research and Rehabilitation Center, well.. You made sure you showed up on time. Animals were always a great motivator, and you needed the excuse to get out of your apartment again anyway. Staying cooped up.. You weren’t exactly one to willingly place yourself in social situations, but the thought of sitting indoors for too long was unpleasant. You could feel your sanity deteriorating at times.
Much to your dismay, although not a surprise, they handled spiders as well. You stuck toward the back of the tour for your comfort, avoiding the arachnid presentation like the plague. The heads of the facility, Doctors Curt and Martha Connors lead the tour, enthusiastically speaking about the animals they work with. Martha, however, from what you could see from the back wall, had to step away after looking at the cases that held the spiders in question. Curious.. You continued the tour with no further oddities and headed home.
That’s when it all really began.
You took to putting your things away, then emptying out your bag.. but something hurt as you reached in and within an instant you recoiled, grabbed the bag, and chucked it across the room.. It was perhaps best to keep that there for later. There was a small whitish mark on the back of your hand when you checked. You assumed it was nothing more than a scratch or poke from a book or pencil in your bag and went to wash your hands and head to bed.
The next day, however, is when things got a little weird. Never would you have expected a childhood fantasy to walk on walls would come true, but there you were, fully stuck to your apartment wall after noticing things were sticking to your hands. Safe to say, you wasted no time in calling up a close and trusted friend of yours after figuring out how to unstick and told them everything with excitement.
Despite the gift of wall crawling, you never really used your abilities, wall-crawling and all those you discovered after. You had the spirit of a fighter, but not the nature nor body and mind of one. No skills in self-defense or fighting, you had always been rather physically weak in that regard.
It took a few small instances for you to sort of set yourself in motion. From a late night grab and go at the corner store that turned into an attempted robber getting humiliated and you fleeing, to you seeing this as an opportunity to try to get out a little more. Scouring the city in little areas, picking off the select few small fights you felt more comfortable and confident you could win with no harm.
It had only really been a month since you got your powers now. Since then, you had scoured your room for something to wear to hide yourself and chose a onesie of a sloth you had gotten a few years back for your birthday. It was cute, friendly, and easy enough to slip on quickly over your usual clothes. A pair of matching slippers, a simple jacket vest, and a bag to carry it all in. to top it all off, you invested in a cheap party mask to conceal your face. It was a ridiculous getup, and although you had done cosplay before-- albeit temporarily-- you felt so dumb for wearing it. Hence why you felt more comfortable to stay out of sight if possible.
Your time was a little busy between juggling your work with occasionally getting out to climb and jump around the buildings. Some nights were more hectic than others. Hardly you had any time to take a break. It was a rare treat for yourself when things were slow.
Such as tonight.
Crawling and jumping from building to building you paused on a rooftop to have a look around. A scenic break from all the running about you did. It was nice, though you wished you could see the stars in the sky as you looked up. That was something you missed from back home down south. Closing your eyes you took in a relaxing breath and listened to the ambient city sounds.
For once.. everything was quiet.
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A lone scientist worked late into the night, well past his designated time to clock out. He paced around the lab rooms as he checked the devices a few more times, wrote down reports on the new tech in development, and jotted down notes on the few animals brought in for studies.
He had an affinity for one such animal. An octopus. A veined octopus to be exact, though also known as a coconut octopus. Oh how he had grown so fond of the little creature despite his boss's orders. He couldn't help himself, it was much too cute to resist. It was one of very few things about this job that kept him from spiraling mentally. Giving it a secret name and using it as his muse for creating a remarkable device to aid him in his overbearing work. Truly a marvel of his ingenuity and technological skills.
A long, sleek, black mechanical limb stretched across the empty lab, tentacle-like 'fingers' twisted and opened up like a flower before carefully wrapping around a bottle of frozen shrimp that had been left out to thaw near a heating element. The limb retracted back to the scientist then relaxed down behind him when the bottle was taken. He popped the bottle open and shook some bits out into the tank his favorite octopus was living in. The creature lit up with color as it reached its arms out to wrap around the shrimp, bringing the pieces down under its webbing to feast. The scientist smiled, watching the octopus feed for a bit, humming to himself and jotting down some more notes. He was none the-wiser to the elevator down the hall being activated. Unaware of his soon to be company.
Music played in the lab, softly in the background from a lone laptop left open, the scientist hummed along. It was cozy, peaceful within that lab. Everything was going smoothly, the workload was still immense, but it was more tolerable. He felt he had little to fear, he was beginning to get comfortable.
The sound of a door near the entrance of the lab jostled the scientist from his thoughts.
The janitor? No.. it is too early in the night for them to have gotten this far up the building. Curious.. It couldn’t be his boss, he should be at home with his family at this hour--
A chill ran down his spine as a familiar voice suddenly spoke up, following footsteps that were now audible. Coming closer and closer to his location within the lab--
"Doctor Octavius."
Ah. His boss, Norman Osborn.. What was he doing here? He hardly ever came down into the labs himself.. He sounded eerily calm compared to his usual bitter tone. That was.. not a good sign, to say the least. This put Otto on edge in an instant. Especially so as he was still wearing the arms, he began to panic, trying to find a place to hide to remove them, but there was no place in sight to run as Norman came into view. Otto jumped as soon as he saw his boss behind him.
"Oh no.. M-Mr.Osborn..? H-Hello, ah.. What, uhm, Wh-What brings you here? I-I thought.."
"As smart as you are, you hardly do think at all," Norman spoke, tired, stern eyes drop from the scientist's face to his twiddling hands, "A smart mind, you have, Otto. Although clever you are not if you think me stupid to not notice."
"..N-Not notice what?"
"Don't play dumb with me, doctor." the man turned his attention back to Otto, stepping closer and causing the other to shuffle back, “You must know why I’m here, surely.” He watched him, eying the way he trembled, eyes darting around behind thick, square frames as his mind raced to register what the man was referring. It was clear what it was even before he said it aloud, reaching a hand down and around to grip and raise one of the objects in question.
“Those funny little arms, Otto.”
Otto was sweating now, heart racing, although not nearly as fast as his mind. Didn't plan for this. He didn't think Norman would ever come down like this.. and find the actuators he did so well to hide every time he was done working. He was caught off guard, trapped in a checkmate.
“Th... S-Sir-- I--” Otto sputtered, bringing his hands up defensively as he backed up, heart racing as he rounded the table, all the while his boss had followed with that unchanging tense expression, the actuator limb in his hand. Otto's eyes darting from Norman to the actuator and back a few times, a clear desperate panic in his voice and face, “O-Oh dear.. L-Listen I-- I-I couldn’t have done all this work without them! You-- Y-You must understand! Th-There was too much for one person-- I-I needed those to--!”
“You need them?” Otto was cut off, bumping into a sizable computing device. Parts that hung from it rattled in response, one falling off as Norman continued, Otto being forced to press into the console of the machine, “Need? Really? I beg to differ, Doctor.” stepping closer now, "I don't believe you ever needed them--”
Norman swiped another actuator, on the opposite side this time, yanking as hard as he could on them to get Otto up off the machine. He caught the scientist with his foot slamming harsh into the harness around his gut. Otto groaned and Norman leered down above him, hissing out his final words before releasing the arms and kicking Otto back into the machine with all the force he could muster.
“--and I don’t believe you’ll ever need them again."
Otto fell back, crashing into the machine, damaging the screens and more. The collision caused the console to explode in a terrifying display of light and smoke. Overpowering the servers of nearby appliances, activating the actuators, and electrifying anything within reach.. or within contact.
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A static shift in the air shaking you from your moment of peace.
You had nearly dozed off on the roof you rested on, lifting up from where you lay you looked around. A spark in the breeze alerting your senses of the direction to head. That was all you needed as you wasted no time lifting up and darting from one building to the next. Making your way as fast as you could, occasionally hopping from vehicle to vehicle to get there quicker.
A sense of anxiety creeping in anticipation of your destination.
Oscorp.
There was always something about this corporation that gave you a sense of unease. Standing at the entrance now only made that feeling worse, but there was no time to dwell on that. Taking in a breath to calm down and adjusting your worn out sloth slippers, you darted to the side of the building and took to the wall. Climbing up and up and up, clinging tightly and humming to distract from the thought of looking down.
You climbed until your senses were going haywire, spotting a shattered window with a strong scent of smoke and static wafting from it in the breeze. Fear washed over you, but you shook your head and clenched your jaw, crawling over and peering inside. It was dark, too dark, par from the stray sparks from some broken machinery tossed about. Scuttling inside you removed your party mask to try and see better, letting your eyes adjust a moment. Dread began to settle as you got a better look around.
Odd machinery and devices were littered about both neatly and scattered and shattered as though something had been thrashing around.. Almost poetically the sparks lit up again at that moment, drawing your eyes over to the source.. and the source of what had done the thrashing that destroyed part of the lab.
A breath hitched in your throat as you prayed the man on the floor was still alive, shuffling ever so cautiously over for a better look. Your eyes trained on the body, focusing hard and hoping to see a breath.
Nothing.
Nothing..
Nothing...
Noth-- Ohh my gosh.
The sound of relief that left you as you saw the man's body shift ever so lightly had left you teary eyed and trembling. So thankful he was still alive. You hurried closer, falling to your knees to check him, being careful of the static still present as you rolled him over. His back was bleeding and soaking slowly through his undershirt, staining the white a deep red. The sight causing your heart to tighten and fall.
You struggled a bit with the initial lifting of him off the ground and onto your back, but you managed well enough. Slipping your mask back on after balancing the man on your shoulders. You turned your focus now to figuring your way out, you decided to walk further inside, carrying the injured man firmly.
An elevator was soon found and quickly called, taking it down to the first level. It seemed the far safer option than recklessly scrambling out the window again. The ride down was nerve-wracking, not knowing how much time you had. Shifting the man's weight on your shoulders a time or two before finally the elevator dinged. As you rushed out into the lobby and towards the exit to seek help, you hadn't noticed the metal arms quiver behind you.
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The feeling of tiny hands holding firm and protectively upon his arm and leg had stirred Otto awake for but a mere moment. Cracking his weary eyes open and only catching a glimpse of what was holding his arm before he passed out once more from the pain and exhaustion.
Barely able to make out what he had seen.. Had he seen that right..? The hands that held him.. they were..
..Claws..?
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yandereaffections · 2 years
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Hi! Could you do general headcanons for a parental/platonic yandere doc ock? Thank you!
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Even with the machinery attached to him, Otto is rather a dedicated caretaker. Don't mind the destruction and mayhem that lies in all his paths, you are what he holds dear and for the first time in awhile he's focused on the growth and progress of another project
He'd never call you a project to your face but that's essentially what he thinks in his mind. There's laid out notes on you, from your favorite topics, food preferences and activities, Doctor octavius is devoted to ensuring this time his 'project' goes right, that you're safe loved and cherished in his care
Otto can be awkward at times, running out of activities to take out on or conversations that he hasn't already had with you, it's mainly the showing of affection that he hopes you notice, that he's besides you 100% of the way as support and someone to rely on
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sour-patch-simp · 6 months
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That one scene at the end of sm2 but it's a self insert instead of mj
Bonus 👇
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plush4bunny · 1 month
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⚠️: version of Comic!Otto Octavius with his actuators for the same Doc Ock x reader fanfic that @chrism02 wrote called "Wish list"
scene from the fic: "His hand stops midair as he was bringing his glass of whiskey to his pink lips. He puts it back down and tilts his head, enough so his eyes can go up and down your figure. You flush because his gaze seems to linger as he roams over you, paying special attention to your face.
He turns properly and gives you a charming smile that makes you pause. You never saw your enemy smile like this."
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eupheme · 1 year
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Day 27: Date Night In
moodboard + 5(ish) sentence fic
otto octavius x gn!reader
tags: fluff, established relationship
A sweet attempt to soothe some cabin fever
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It’s beautiful on the rooftop - a view of the wharf from one side, with the gentle ebb and flow of crashing waves - the other side facing the twinkling city.
Inky indigo bleeds into the pinks and purples of the sunset, dark enough now for you to light the candles, pulling your coat a little tighter as you arrange the little table, laden with takeout.
The minutes ticking by until he finds you, a search aided by the note you left for when he retired from his lab - his arrival noted by the whir of his actuators as they bring him to the roof. Brows raising as he asks, “What’s all this, darling?”
“I know you must miss going out,” You smile as you find his hand, leading him to the seat across from yours, “So I tried to bring out to you.”
“On the contrary, my dear.” An actuator loops around you, tugging until you’re settling on his lap - his voice a low murmur in your ear, “Everything I need is right here.”
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[dilfcember masterlist]
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b1ueoff1ine · 11 months
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I noticed you were wanting requests so I decided to send you one! Maybe a smutty camping trip with Otto? Like things get steamy when you have an argument or smth? Idk it doesn't have to be smut! Just an idea :) sending love your way!
Camping
Otto Octavius x Reader
Summary: You get into an argument with your husband when things get surprisingly steamy.
Warnings: implied smut. curse words. (Let me know if I missed any!)
A/N: another Otto argument fic! yay! also sorry its short!
WC: 538
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"I think we're here- yes, there we are. The campsite." Otto's tone was slightly off, as if something was bothering him.
"You alright, honey?" You asked your husband, genuinely concerned.
"Fine, fine." He nearly snapped. Then he sighed. "Sorry. I'm just not myself today."
"Can you tell me what's wrong?" Your voice was full of curiosity and concern.
He shook his head, parked the car, and got out.
Well he's in a bad mood today. You thought, then shook your head, getting out and helping unpack.
You were camping in the middle of nowhere, and the nearest campsite was a few acres away. No one would be able to hear the argument that was sure to ensue.
You had been drunk out of your mind the day before, and your husband had found you making out with some bafoon. The bafoon you had been making out with was not good looking at all.
You were still a little hungover, and you felt terrible about what you did. You were considering the possibility that Otto hated you- you would hate yourself too.
And you did. You hated yourself for it. It left a bad taste in your mouth, making your guts queasy.
Is this what is going to happen everytime I go to that bar? You asked yourself.
You shook your head. I know he's my husband- but he cant provide for me in every way. I feel as if I'm missing something.
"Tent's set up." Otto said. He must have used his actuators to set it up.
It was a relatively large tent, in order to fit said actuators.
You wondered if Otto would make you sleep on a different blow up mattress than him- he often did that after a bad argument.
Everything was going smoothly. No argument yet. You set up the rest of your camp, Otto doing most of the work for you.
But the smoothness did not last.
"Are you going to fucking help, or no?" He snapped.
"I was trying, okay?" You replied.
"I bet you were just thinking about that fool you were kissing." Otto sneered.
"Relax! I was DRUNK. Not sober. And he looked an aweful lot like you- how was my drunk ass supposed to know?" You turned to your husband, your voice raised to form a question.
"You know what happens every time I find you kissing some bafoon."
"Yeah, so?" You asked.
Suddenly you were pinned to the car, Otto biting and sucking on your skin, leaving marks on your neck and collarbone.
"You... are... mine..." Otto spoke between bites.
Then he stopped and began to kiss you passionately.
He snaked his hands up the back of your shirt, unclasping your bra. You let him remove it, then he started kneading your breasts with his hands. He ran his fingers over the sensitive nipples, making you moan his name through the kiss..
"That's right." Otto broke the kiss to speak. "Who's your daddy- what's his name?"
"You are, Otto, you are!" You moaned, close to screaming for him to fuck you. You wanted his shaft to be burried inside of you. But it would have been loud enough for the campsites near you to hear it.
So you decided to save the fucking for when it was dark.
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Yandere Doc Ocks being told by a n oblivious s/o they will never leave. 
Raimi He gazed at your lovely form the minute you said those words. "Oh, really?" 
"Of course!!" You said. "I mean it with a hundred percent, with a thousand perce-" You stopped before being hugged by the large man. "Ooooh~ you're so cute!!!" He said, and your face was red. "Well, no need to get so huggy. I'll never leave you." 
"I promise." 
Tssm
"R-Really?" He stammered, and you nodded. "B-but, you have the choice to leave me and I-I-I mean..." He starts, but you quieted him with a small kiss. "Sh. Don't think that, your amazing, perfect for me." You said, and a bright blush appeared on his face, and a small smiled appeared on his face. "Thank you...then, can we stay here, forever?" He said, and you let a small giggle. "Maybe we can buy a new house, and we can start a family or be alone. We can do whatever you want. It'll be great!!" You said, and he began to quiver. "R-Really?" He said. "You know it." 
"Oh...(Y/n)!!!! He cried out and then embraced you suddenly. "I'd do that for you, you know. Because I love you." 
But little that you knew about all the atrocities that he committed for the same reasoning.
USM  "Do you mean it? Actually?" He asked warily. "You know it." You said, laying on one of his gigantic tentacles. "Ah, little rabbit..." He said, and the tentacle you were sitting on suddenly wrapped around you, dangling you upside down slightly. Something that you didn't really mind, but you didn't like it when he put you upside down, as it made you fear the possibility of him dropping you. "So, you really do want to stay with me, and possibly never see the outside ever again?" He said, and you kept optimistic. "Yeah! Because if we're together, we can do just about anything." You said, and he gently bought down, and smiled. "Good to hear that, my precious little bunny." He said, kissing you, still wrapped in his tentacle. 
PS4 "Honey dear? Are you serious? Even after...all that's going to happen to me in the future?" He asked, and you smiled. "Of course, Otto. You know I could never leave you. You and I, we're meant to be together. Always and forever." You said, and his aged face smiled. "Dear, I...you're far too good for me. You're so...loyal and kind. And overall...wonderful." He said, and you knew why this moved him so much. He was betrayed by a lot of people, family, friends, and even his body. You understood far too well how used to being let down, and the reason why he was a little possessive of you was probably because of that, but you assured him that you would never leave him, and that's a fact. You would be the one to repeat the cycle of heartbreak. 
He hugged you and you reciprocated and hugged him back gently. "You know I'll never leave you. Please, just keep that in mind, always." You told him, and he glanced over at the wall. "I know dear, I know. You've already proven yourself." He agreed silently. 
It's been about 6 months since you've disappeared. 
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