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charliedawn · 1 year

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Hi! I liked your fic with Ultron, I was glad to know that you are writing for him. If everything is fine, may I request a continuation of "How would they react if you were to marry someone else?", but with Ultron?

I decided to add Venom, Otto and Norman because...I love villains. 😂

"So...You chose him ?", Ultron asked before giving a disdainful glance at your partner.

He was unworthy of you. A fleshing. A nothing. You had been created for him. And yet, you had chosen an Earthling as your spouse. How shameful...And how wrong of you.

"You will come to regret your decision...", he warned you—but you shrugged.

"You never even tried to love me. He does."

He restrained a mocking laugh at your claim before his red eyes stared at you and you gritted your teeth at his mocking expression.

"And you do ?"

A shiver ran down your spine and you tried to appear confident as you took a step forward, red eyes meeting red eyes.

"I will marry him. And there's nothing you can do to stop me.", you told him with a serious expression. But, Ultron wasn't convinced. He huffed a laugh before taking another step forward, so you had to crane your neck up to even see his expression.

"Don't. Test me.", he said in a low and threatening voice and you knew he would kill everyone in the room if you kept pushing. You hadn't even invited him. He had decided to stride in and ruin everything—like always. He had made so much ruckus that you hadn't even succeeded in uttering the two important words to seal the marriage.

You wanted to escape fate. But, Ultron wasn't going to let you go so easily. You knew that. And yet...You wanted to try. You turned back towards the priest and opened your mouth.

"I..." Before you could even say I Do, he had covered your mouth to muffle any other sound you might be willing to make. He then took your soon-to-be husband by the throat and grinned at the terror in your eyes.

"The only one who you will ever be able to say 'I do' to, will be me...Understood ?"

Your eyes watered and you nodded begrudgingly. You had no choice. Maybe Ultron had been relieved of any ounce of humanity he ever had, but you hadn't. He smirked and released your husband's windpipe, only to use a metallic claw to pin the priest to his altar.

"Now...I want us to make it official. Come on, darling...", he leaned forward and chuckled darkly in your ear. "~Say yes."

"EDDIE ! Y/N IS GETTING MARRIED !"

Eddie ignored Venom. He didn't have the energy to talk right now. He just wanted to go and crawl to die in a hole. He wanted to drown his sorrow in chocolate sirup and burgers. But, Venom wouldn't let him.

Venom appeared into view and threw the bag of nachos he had in hand to the floor.

"EDDIE !"

Eddie finally raised his eyes to look at the gooey creature before him with an emotionless expression, and even Venom was surprised by the lack of reaction of his vessel.

"What ?", he asked with an unreadable expression and Venom knew at that moment that Eddie was in no playing mood.

"...Are you...Are you really going to let it happen ?", the entity asked with a little hesitancy before staring at his human vessel with something akin to worry.

Venom had never sounded or looked so small...His head peaked from underneath his coat and Eddie's jaw twitched. It seemed that even Venom could feel the storm brewing within him. He had never felt Eddie so upset, and it worried him.

You used to always be there to keep his emotions in check, but Eddie had pushed you away by hiding his feelings from you.

And now ? He had no idea what to do. One side of him was telling him to leave you alone. The other was screaming to be let out and stop what was about to happen before it was too late.

"What are we going to do, Eddie ?", Venom insisted and for the first time, it was Eddie who summoned him—covering his body and leaning into his strength as he all but growled out.

"Bring back our happiness..."

Eddie then jumped out the window and ran with the invitation he had received that very morning in his hand. He wouldn't pass out on another opportunity to be happy. Not this time.

"...Y/N ?"

You looked at the aisle and was surprised to find your ex-husband standing there—shocked. You stared at each other for a few seconds before you had the strength to utter the name you had spent years trying to forget.

"...Norman ?", you replied—dumbfounded.

He had died 5 years ago...What was he doing here ? He looked at you and one of his old coworkers who was now holding your hand before an upset frown appeared on his face.

"You...You're marrying him ?"

"It's been five years, Norman...Five years of lonely nights. Five years of emptiness. Five years of nothing but coldness.", you tried to explain and let go of your soon-to-be husband.

Norman's eyes softened a bit as he took a step forward, but realized then that you weren't alone and everyone in the church was shocked to see him there. He had heard of the ceremony as he was walking by and thought that seeing him would change your mind. But, no. He now realized he was the one who had abandoned you. He was the one who had left you and there was things he couldn't take back.

He smiled and nodded before taking a seat and gesturing for the priest to go on.

"I won't say anything more. Proceed."

Norman stared fixedly at you and knew...He knew you still loved him by the way your fingers tightened around the bouquet in your hands and how your eyes watered underneath the veil. It was his sadistic side that made him wait, made him challenge you by his sole presence.

'Come on, Y/N. You can fool yourself. But, not me.', he thought before counting the seconds until the bouquet of flowers fell to the floor and you embraced him.

It was weakness. You knew as such. But, you couldn't stay away from Norman.

"Do you have anything to say ?", you asked after Otto entered your bedroom the night before your wedding. You looked mindlessly at the city beneath you and did your best not to look at him.

"No. I understand.", he said while shaking his head and you sighed.

"Wrong answer, Otto."

Your eyes were watery and you wondered if Otto had ever not been selfish in his life ? He had went on his silly revenge quest, leaving you behind as if it meant nothing. You were supposed to marry. And he had the audacity to show up the night before and try to tell you that he supported your decision ? He shouldn't have to. He should have been here when you needed him.

Five years.

Five years of waiting, only for him to return and dare pretend to know what it felt like.

You gritted your teeth and threw the nearest glass at his face, a glass he easily caught and set aside with a sorrowful expression.

"YOU LEFT ME, COWARD !"

He didn't even flinch as you started punching his chest and screaming. He was gone. You had mourned him. All that for nothing...You finally rested your forehead against his chest and whimpered.

"I love you...And you left me."

Otto's arms wrapped around you as a shushed you softly.

"I know. I know...But, I promise. It won't happen again."

You let out a shaky breath and shook your head. The man you loved had come back, but at what price ? He wanted you to trust him. But, was it really worth it ?

You looked up and couldn't help but smile up at Otto and he smiled back before leaning forward to kiss you softly. And you let him.

Because no matter how much you wanted to hate him, your heart still belonged to him...

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holewithinahole · 10 months

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Brown and Green | Olivia Octavius x Reader

Summary: After the accident with the collider, you end up on Earth 1610 in the Alchemax building. Dr Olivia Octavius is here to greet you. You can't help but notice all the resemblances with your own Octavius.

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Warnings: shameless smut, no genitalia specified, no pronouns specified (reader), tentacle sex, restraints, orgasm denial, overstimulation, fantasising, non-native writer

I hesitated posting it here, but we don't post non-beta'd shit to be a coward. I wrote this in a few hours and took three days to resign myself and just post it. But after seeing Across the Spider-Verse, I had to re-watch the first one and I was, once again, hit in the face by my bisexuality and my obsession towards Dr Octavius. Tell me I'm not the only one...

Oh, reader is part of the Spider-Verse, I wrote with no gender nor genitalia in mind, I hope everyone can enjoy it!

Ok. Let’s do this one more time, shall we?

My name? Not really important because for the last few years, I’ve been the one and only Spiderman. You all know the story by now: being bitten by a radioactive spider which suddenly allows you to skip workout, the loss of a loved one... The usual Spidey-stuff.

I shoot my webs; I swing from Brooklyn to Queens to the Bronx to stop supervillains, rescue cats stuck in trees and help your grandma cross the road.

One day as I was doing my super-work, something weird happened: a flash of light and boom, I was in New York. But not my New York, a new New York. As for where I crashed, well–

“You seem tensed, Spiderman.”

You can feel your bones crack as those weirdly smooth, plastic-y tentacles wrap tighter and tighter around you.

“You, ow–” you hiss, out of breath. “You could say that.”

A shimmering laugh answers you and it’s just so weird. But after all, what could you expect from a parallel universe? You still have a hard time wrapping your head around the whole concept of dimension warping… and alternate versions of your enemies.

“What did you say your name was?”

“Dr Olivia Octavius.” She draws closer, that ridiculously hot smirk at the corner of her lips.

Fuck, can you concentrate for once?

“It sounds like you already knew the answer,” she says. With her free hands, she pulls her curly hair up, rebellious strands framing her face. Is amazing hair a multi-universal law for all Doc Ocks?

“‘Can’t say that I did–” you pause as long gloved fingers slide under the edge of your mask. “Hey! That’s a no-no, lady!”

She snaps the mask right off your face, an interested glimmer in her eyes. You feel like a mouse spread apart for dissection and she sure looks ready to whip out a scalpel. Was she really hiding a complete latex suit underneath her clothes? Not to be the one to pat supervillains on their shoulders to congratulate them on a job well done, but she really mastered the inconspicuous chemistry teacher cosplay.

Focus.

“It is quite fortunate that your portal opened here,” Octavius says conversationally as she readjusts her gloves. “I would have hated to run after you everywhere in the city.”

“Oh, you know me.” Your shrug looks like an uncontrolled twitch of your shoulder. “Always glad to help.”

“Indeed,” she chuckles. She grabs your face, inspecting it from every angle, ignoring your string of offended words. At the corner of your eye, an actuator reaches for a– ah, there is the scalpel. “Now…”

Oh hell no…

“Hey! Hey lady–“ Struggling is pointless and the more you try, the more she grins. “Olivia– can I call you Liv’?”

Octavius laughs. “Only my friends call me Liv.”

“We can be friends I’m sure.” You make sure to put on your best smolder. It looks painfully ineffective. “Or, you know, we can come to an arrangement.”

She raises an eyebrow at that but doesn’t answer. She’s not considering it, is she? That’d be a lucky day for the smolder – not that it doesn’t usually work of course (It doesn’t.) You keep smiling but her slow approach makes all your senses – spider and regular, tingle. It takes all of your brain power to tame your fight-or-flight response and not recoil as much as you can.

Are you seriously sweating right now?

“Oh, that’s rich.” Her smile is predatory. “Is it a usual Spiderman tactic to try to seduce their enemies?”

The actuators tighten even more around your torso. The discreet cough you let out widens her smile.

Toothy.

“Perhaps not in your universe.”

You’re relieved when the scalpel is dropped carelessly on the table behind her. Even more relieved when the tentacles lessen their grip around you. Your relief is soon replaced by surprise as one of them curls slowly around your left leg. It’s definitely better than being cut open, right?

“Alright, little spider.” Octavius stares down at you. “I’ll entertain the idea.”

Right?

In a blur, she steps in between your legs, helped by the arm holding your limb hostage. “And to answer your question…” Her hand comes to rest in the dip of your hip, feeling up muscles under her fingertips. Somehow it’s this simple gesture that sends a strong shiver through your nervous system.

“You can call me ‘Doctor’ from now on.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Liv.” The actuator tightens around your throat. “Doctor!”

A low laugh answers you. And that’s just not fair. Octavius has you in the most vulnerable state you’ve ever been in. Except perhaps that time when you had to face Captain Stacy, near the corpse of your bestfrie— oops, no, wrong mind folder. The most physically vulnerable you’ve ever been then.

“You never stop talking, do you?”

Earlier, Octavius had taken all the time in the world to push your arms out of your suit, her actuators handling you like a puppet, until your torso was bare for her to enjoy. You did try to yank at the tentacles keeping both your arms secured behind your back but thanks to whatever kind of sick machinery she put in them, they just wouldn’t budge. You were genuinely impressed at the technology allowing those arms to both be flexible and unbreakable. Even your Octavius had to favor titanium steel when he built his own.

The actuator that isn’t wrapped around your throat – a menacing yet tantalizing statement, or holding your limbs down, creeps from the top of your thigh to your chest, not unlike a viper chasing for its food.

Ah yes, the situation at hand.

“To be fair,” you huff. “You love to hear yourself talk as well.”

“You seem to know a lot about me, little spider.” Her hand travels from your hip to the underside of your right thigh. “Altercations with my alter-self then?”

You chuckle, a breathy fucking embarrassing thing. “Oh, plenty.”

Your suit pools uncomfortably at the bottom of your stomach, the sleeves flapping underneath you. It must be so practical to have strong mechanical arms capable of holding your enemy one meter above the ground without even breaking a sweat. But you feel way too warm. Isn’t it hot right now? Isn’t she hot?

Oh, she definitely is, submit your traitorous mind.

“I’m sure we must have been tormenting you intensely.” She giggles, examining a large scar running from your pectoral to your lower belly. With a finger, she traces it like words on paper.

“That’s from you, actually.”

Your Octavius had looked so smug when it happened.

She looks up, smirking. “His actuators are way more pointy than yours,” you explain.

The double-entendre doesn’t go unnoticed, but she doesn’t comment. “Actuators, uh? I haven’t heard this denomination in a while, since my research paper on radioactivity in fact.”

“Yeah, I did my homework.”

You exhale shortly when the teasing actuator wrapped itself around your middle section allowing the others to tug at your suit. Octavius stopped her reverential petting to observe the spandex clinging to your skin, slowly displaying your legs and your underwear-clad pelvis like an exhibit. A free one at that, with free food and everything.

“So,” Octavius asks after discarding the suit to a corner of the room. “What’s the name of my counterpart?”

Both her hands come resting on your legs again. “Otto,” you mutter through clenched teeth.

“Funny,” she says, taking her sweet time feeling your backside muscles. She likes to grope, doesn’t she? “That’s the name of my father.”

Your nose wrinkles. “Ew, what a way to kill the mood, lady.”

Strangely, she doesn’t mention your slip, simply laughing while resting her palm on your– nether regions. The mood is far from being killed however judging by the humiliating wetness spreading through your underwear. She presses her palm down a little forcefully, and you moan loudly. Raising an eyebrow, it’s with a certain – perhaps misplaced – curiosity that she alternates between stroking up and down and toying with the tips of her fingers any potentially sensitive region. And you can’t contain the noise.

To be fair, you’ve never really been ashamed of anything.

There’s a daze settling in your mind, a fog behind your eyes as you only focus on the diffuse pleasure settling down there. You’re pulsating, every blood vessel tight, engorged as a blush spreads on your skin. You’re drifting, fuck– you’re so–

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

You don’t have time to reflect on the fact that you obeyed so eagerly because her touch's gone and it's the only thing you can focus on at the moment. She knows that too because her smugness is plastered all over her face – some things never change, and you want to cum all over her arrogant little smile.

“That’s–” you struggle to catch your breath. “So uncool.”

“The arrangement is you get out of here alive and I,” Octavius smirks. “get to do what I want with you.”

The shiver that travels through you speaks volumes. So the key to the ultimate fuck was ‘travel to a parallel universe’ all along? Talk about a joke.

“Now.” She straightens up, towering over you. “Tell me a little more about your Otto.”

The tentacles raise you higher in the air, pushing your hips at almost eye-level to Octavius.

“Self-centered much?” You joke, trying to ignore the actuator crawling along your leg.

“Curious,” she replies, enjoying the show. “You didn’t go around flexing those beautiful muscles in front of his face, did you?”

“What–” You try not to blush but fuck– it’s hard to concentrate when there’s the equivalent of an alien tentacle nuzzling you through your underwear. “Hey! I’m a very respectable – ah!, person ok?”

She laughs loudly at that. “It’s not a no, is it?”

“It’s part of the job!” You huff, avoiding eye contact. “Nothing ever happened with Otto. I care about my life, you know.”

“But not enough to avoid trying your ridiculous seduction tactics on me?”

You wonder if there’s a sliver of internalized misogyny reprimanded somewhere but, in your defense, the smooth head of the actuator now slowly creeping towards your opening is hard not to focus on.

“Worth a shot?” you pant.

You let out a surprised groan as the rough feeling of your underwear breaches your entrance, pushed inside by the blunt head of the mechanical arm. Not nearly enough to truly be inside but the movement is a warning at worst, a promise at best.

For fuck’s sake, listen to yourself.

As the actuator keeps pushing against your hole, you’re assaulted by the wet sound your garment does as it moves. It’s reminiscent of your evenings alone in your shitty apartment when you have enough time to tease the shit out of you. And as Octavius’ hand is back on your crotch, sensations and recollections drive you mad, spilling moans and gasps from your open mouth. Are you going to cum just like this? Groped through your pants and your hole teased like a fucking teenager? You’re too old for that.

Octavius hums to herself, observing you and cataloguing all your reactions as she would do for her research. Her undivided attention on you is exhilarating, and you watch her through half-lidded eyes wishing you could see the curious glint in those wide brown pupils.

What the fuck?

“You seem out of it, Spiderman.” She chuckles. “Drifting away?”

You gulp. “You could say that.”

It’s like she can see right through you. “Fuck– I’m–”

She suddenly disengages, leaving you once again panting, muscles tensed under smooth plastic. “Oops,” she giggles. “Butterfingers.”

You can only stare, heart skipping a beat. She couldn’t possibly have–

“Let me help you with that.”

In seconds, she discards you of any remaining pieces of clothing, holding you upright in all your naked glory. Still dizzy from everything, the touches, the words, you don’t say anything.

“Well then.” She tilts her head to the side. “Spider got your tongue?”

As latex-clad fingers dip inside your mouth before you can even muster a clever answer, you let out a moan, obsessed with the slick feeling of spit on her gloves. Lost in thought, a smooth arm soon takes its rightful place on your groin, pocking, rubbing and your sex glistens, sticky and sensitive to the air. Octavius keeps pressing her fingers down your tongue, sampling every single strand of your DNA when she pulls them away. Now that she’s so close, you can see her green eyes through her goggles. Wait, green?

“Have I finally broken you, little spider?”

Her laugh is supposed to be taunting but it just releases another spike of arousal through your whole body as if she somehow managed to alter your genes, confuse every nerve. Your entire self had changed with a single bite from a radioactive spider, who said you couldn’t go through the same process all over again?

“Not by a long shot,” you chuckle breathlessly.

“If I’d known it’d be this easy…” Her wet fingers graze against a hard nipple and you bite your tongue to not release another embarrassing noise. “Perhaps your Otto should take lessons.”

You let out a breathy moan, weak against the surge of all those sensory attacks and perhaps from the superposition of brown and green, tiptoeing the leyline linking her universe to yours. Unlike him, she seems to see right through you, deciphering the codex of your fantasies with a single look.

“You should describe him to me.”

“What?” you sutter. “What for–”

The twist sears through you, making your knees shake, pleasure distorting pain. The actuator against your throat tightens imperceptibly, just enough to make you remember its presence.

“Come on,” she whispers. “Are we alike?”

You scoff. “Not at all. He’s…”

A pain in the ass. Always in the way, always stealing money, always speaking about grand schemes and higher purposes. Completely mad, a total whacko, undeniably intelligent, brilliant–

“Tall.”

It makes her laugh. The touch of the actuators against your feverish skin is almost enough to cool it down. “And?”

“Uh, large?” you mutter. “He’s like a mountain or– something…”

One hand keeps playing with your nipples as the other traces random figures along your stomach which, you realize, aren’t random at all but just the complex network of your battle marks. When she runs a finger along the scar adorning your torso, you gasp softly and her gaze is all-knowing. Octavius drives you insane, and you’ll soon be complete putty in her hands, using your body as she pleases while you’re assaulted with visions of large hands and uncovered skin.

“He has uh…”

Get a fucking grip.

“Uh, he has short brown hair.”

You realize that her spit-covered fingers have travelled all the way down when she uncaringly presses a digit inside. Breath knocked out of your chest, you still hiss at the dry and unpleasant sensation but the lone actuator is quick to distract you again. When you think you had enough time to gather all your unholy thoughts and the remnants of your oxygen, her finger is joined by another, spreading you open.

“What else?” she asks, focused on her task.

You sigh, annoyed. “He has brown eyes–”

The actuator’s head suddenly splits open, revealing four small appendages and the opening of the tube that controls it. It stares at you, almost mocking, and you can’t take your eyes off it before it starts to dip down.

“Wait, wait, what do you think you’re doing–”

The echo of Octavius’ laugh is registered far at the back of your mind as the arm traps the entirety of your sex like the mouth of a carnivorous plant on a powerless bug. You feel it suck, making you throb, sputtering everywhere. The rippling of the plastic membrane makes it look alive as if it was waiting to swallow everything your body has to offer.

“Whe– where they even– fuck!, designed for th–ah!”

Octavius retreats her fingers, laughing again before getting rid of her right glove with her teeth. You try not to dwell on how filthy it is.

Fuck, it’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever seen.

The suction on your crotch increases and now you can only pant, gasp and droll everywhere. It's a sensation like no other, making you ignore everything else. Nails dip in your cheeks as Octavius grabs your chin to look at you, pride of your current state written all over her face.

“His eyes, you said?”

You want to kill her. “His– eyes?”

“Yes.” She giggles. “I don’t think you finished your sentence.”

You want to kiss her.

The actuator around your throat releases you, leaving you gasping for air. But your relief is brief as it soon slides against your loosened hole, slowly but surely pressing in.

‘They’re– they’re,” you stutter, arching towards her, brain devoid of any coherence. “Brown?”

She grips your face more forcefully and every sensation suddenly comes to a stop. “Have your brain already melted through your ears?”

You whine. “Ok, ok– they’re big, too gentle even–”

She smiles, a predatory thing. Aren’t spiders supposed to be predators? One good, strong suction on your crotch has you moaning so loudly you’re afraid all Achemax will come running in. “Beautiful– he’s–”

The actuator pushes inside smoothly, leaving you a shaking mess, split apart by the chaos of sensations running underneath your skin. No casual sexual encounter could have ever brought you to such a delightful, painfully aroused state. Your senses are attacked, assaulted from every direction as you’re watched, dissected under the gaze of an enemy. Octavius takes immense pleasure watching you completely surrender to her, and you can’t not picture the smug crooked smile of her counterpart in the wrinkles at the corner of her lips. There’s a lot that you could question about yourself if you hadn’t left your higher brain functions under the hands – and the tentacles, of a magnificent opponent.

“I think you have some self-reflection to do, little spider.”

You register the press of her lips late. Still holding your chin in a death grip, she kisses you like a snake strikes its prey. Eyes rolling back as she sinks her teeth into your lower lip, you arch strongly towards her, arms hurting for being held down for so long, legs spasming and chest heaving. Her tongue plunges into your mouth and she sucks at your lips not unlike how her actuators pump in and out of you, suck you dry, drive you insane…

Suddenly, she draws back, exhaling harshly against your reddened lips and you can feel her body moving forward. You only have the time to register that her hips are trusting against the actuator stuck to your crotch before she grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls harshly.

“Come on,” she pants in the crook of your neck. “Break down, sweetheart.”

You come like this, lightning travelling up your spine as you release on the mouth of the actuator, overstimulated by the trusts inside of you and the feeling of Octavius’ teeth on your skin. You spasm like an insect trapped in a web, a mouse constricted by the body of a python, arching, trusting your hips up over and over as the arm milks your orgasm out of you. Your throat is raw, your tongue is heavy and all your muscles scream from overuse but you just can’t stop coming, wetness spreading against your groin. When the actuators finally move away, you drip all over the floor, as your sex pulses, crimson red and spent.

Breathing air like it’s the first time, you try your best to calm your beating heart as you’re finally free from the arms’ grip, lowered on a nearby chair. Octavius lets out a sigh, tugging a rebellious strand of hair behind her ear.

“Oh well.” She smiles. “Good, very good.”

She throws your suit at your face. “You better run, little spider.”

“Uh?” You put it back, ignoring the uncomfortable stickiness between your thighs.

“This is my gift to you,” she says, putting on a clean glove. “You have five minutes before I hunt you down and use your body for my experiments.”

You laugh awkwardly, voice rough as you limp through the room. “I’ll be gone then. See ya, Doc!”

The giggle she lets out is hunting. As you swing away to central New York, the traces of her abuse all over your body, you think about your Octavius.

Perhaps you’ll try a new technique next time you meet.

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chrism02 · 3 months

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b1ueoff1ine · 1 year

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Savior

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 :)

"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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val-made-a-mistake · 1 year

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❝THE PUNISHMENT.❞

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summary: doctor octavius, your nuclear physics professor, catches you smoking on campus. instead of reporting you to security, he takes the opportunity to bring you back to his class and punish you his own way instead.

warnings: smut, teacher!au, age gap, oral sex m receiving, spanking, hair-pulling, embarrassment, mentions of orgasm control but no real orgasm control, sliiiight dubcon at first because reader is kept in the dark on how she’s gonna be punished, totally not originally written as a guilty pleasure fic for my irl english prof

word count: 2.4k

a/n: come on. did you really think i stopped being horny for this man?

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As soon as the lecture had ended, you’d made what you hoped wasn’t an overly obvious beeline out of your classroom. You couldn’t help it: you hadn’t had a hit this morning, and now the rhythm that you’d previously established was totally off and you were embarrassingly, wildly desperate, driven half-insane by the seventy-five minutes it had taken to get through a complicated explanation of nuclear physics from Dr Octavius without the hazy contentment from your vape.

You almost sighed in relief as you caught sight of the gender-neutral bathroom down the hall: you shuffled inside in a hurry, already shrugging your bag off your shoulders so you could unzip and search for what you needed so badly—

Pressing your bag to the wall, your eager hand rifled past binders and papers and textbooks, diving deep into the bag until you found it.

Freshly filled and beautiful. Holy shit.

You stuck the vape into your mouth and inhaled greedily, filling your lungs for a moment before exhaling an enormous, satisfying puff of grape-scented vapour all around you. Like always, the aftertaste burned your throat in the best way.

As you waved away the residue clouds that hung in the air, the nicotine washed over you like a peaceful, calming wave, and you found yourself smiling in spite of yourself.

The bathroom was deserted, but you turned into the corner and sucked on the vape again, quickly pulling off as the taste of artificial grape burned in your throat—

“Y/N, you forgot your book in class,” Otto Octavius said, rounding the corner of the bathroom at exactly the wrong moment: it was impossible to hide, you choked on vapour and sent half of it prematurely pummeling down your throat, and half of it into the air.

Fuck!

You coughed violently and tried to hide the vape behind your back, embarrassment and panic rising in you all at once, but of course he’d already seen.

Otto’s face was impossible to read: his eyebrows had jumped up and his eyes had widened, you weren’t sure if he was surprised or…angry.

He definitely sounded disappointed, though. “Y/N, you know I have to bring you to security.”

Your mouth fell open but no words came out: with no other options, tears streaming down your bright red cheeks because of choking, you dropped the vape into his hand and awkwardly stared at him as he pocketed it.

You couldn’t help it: you crumpled under his stare.

“Pl-please don’t take me to security,” you blurted out.

(Not exactly the attempt at gaslighting him you had hoped for, but you tried your best.)

“You’re not going there yet, you’re coming with me to my room,” Otto inserted firmly. “You still need to get your book.”

You gulped and nodded rapidly. “Okay.”

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The awkward walk back to his room was silent. You were trying not to cry out of panic, and at the thought of punishment, your blood had run so cold it felt like your heart had ceased to beat altogether.

Otto let you in first, and you couldn’t help but gulp again as the door smartly shut closed with a loud SNAP!

Hating not knowing what to do with yourself, you awkwardly sidestepped to your seat and put the book you’d left in your bag. Your panic was subsiding slightly into anger— anger at him or anger at yourself, you didn’t even know.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

God, I hate myself.

The silence continued as Otto tossed your vape onto his desk and paused for a moment.

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to say something just yet, so you didn’t say anything. He broke the silence calmly.

“I won’t take you to security, but that doesn’t mean I won’t punish you.”

Your eyebrows quirked in confusion; you opened your mouth to speak. “Sir, I—“

“Did I not make myself clear?” Otto snarled, making you cower slightly. “Come here. Bend over my desk. Pull up that little skirt for me, too.”

Incredulous, your heartbeat speeding out of control from sheer embarrassment, you hurried over and complied, wondering what the hell he was going to do with you.

An uncomfortable shudder crawled up your spine. Your stomach was buzzing with all sorts of uncomfortable feelings, but you couldn’t ignore the excitement within the fear.

You tried to keep your face straight as Otto lifted your skirt up to your hips, but for a few long seconds, nothing happened. Skin that you weren’t at all accustomed to showing was exposed in the rush of room-temperature air, and he was just…staring.

“Are you…just going to look?” you wondered aloud.

“No, I’m punishing you,” he told you.

You felt his hands on your butt first, fingertips slipping under your underwear delicately only to roughly tear it off.

You squealed slightly at that, biting your lip to keep it down, but he heard you and of course he laughed as his hand connected to your ass in a sharp SLAP!

Oh, god.

Another spank made you wince and lurch forward, but a pang of heat hit between your legs, too— you hadn’t expected to enjoy this so much, but after all the anticipation, you just needed him to get it over with.

“Ow,” you mumbled weakly.

You curled your hands into fists and shut your eyes, preparing for the next hard smack— you could already feel your stinging skin beginning to bloom pink— but instead of spanking you again, Otto lowered his hand to let his fingers slide over your pussy.

You managed to swallow your gasp but your legs were already quivering at his touch, betraying you: he was focusing on your clit, rubbing it gently, and you found your back arching of its own accord.

“What…I don’t…” you mumbled something incoherent, trying to keep yourself from squirming as you approached the edge of…something, but at first you didn’t know what it was.

Then it hit you.

Oh, no.

But before you could feel the telltale pleasure of heat pooling low in your abdomen, Otto withdrew his hand quickly and spanked you harsher than ever, making you cry out.

“J-just a little more, sir, please,” you begged.

“I’ll give you more, don’t worry,” he promised cryptically, and you felt his fingers dance across your pussy again.

You swore under your breath as he pushed a finger inside of you, just barely to the second knuckle, and did your best not to squirm.

Otto paused. “Just that makes you struggle?”

Your embarrassment felt electric in your stomach, but you shook your head rapidly, needing more, more, more, all of him that you could get.

“I need you,” you whispered.

There was a long moment of silence, and for a second you thought he was going to spank you again, but instead he withdrew his finger and said, “Get on your knees.”

Excitement hit you like a bolt of lightning and you got on the ground as fast as you could, craning your neck to look up at him.

You opened your mouth obediently as his thumb brushed your bottom lip. Sucking on his thumb gently almost distracted you from his other hand unzipping his fly, but you kept eye contact with him, needing to prove to him how obediently you could take this punishment.

“Close your eyes,” Otto murmured, and you closed your eyes softly, anticipation and need bubbling in your stomach all at once, needing this more than the vape he’d caught you with.

You couldn’t see anything with your eyes closed, but you felt him wrap your hand around his cock, so much warmer than the rest of him and growing harder in your palm.

You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning. He felt…big.

“Just like that, baby,” Otto murmured as you experimentally slid your hand up his length, then slid it down. “Just like that.”

Another stroke, an electrifying beat, then you leaned forward and took the tip of him in your mouth.

You felt his salty precum smear on your tongue and it gave you courage to stroke him again, gently and tentatively— God, you really hoped you were doing this right.

You must’ve been, because suddenly there were two hands on the sides of your head, then Otto was pushing your mouth all the way down on his cock, making you gag as the tip of his cock barged into the very back of your throat.

Your eyes flew open and tears threatened to fill them, but he kept the hands on your head as firm as ever, forcing you to bob your head, making you choke and splutter around him as you tried to take it all.

You needed to come so bad, but first of all you needed to breathe.

Apparently sensing this, Otto pulled out of your throat and let you gasp for air for a moment, smirking as you blinked the tears out of your eyes.

“That’s how deep my cum will be when I’m done,” he told you, and he gestured over to the desk again. “Get up.”

You complied weakly, bending over the desk before he could tell you to, and unsurprisingly, his hand connected to your ass in a loud SMACK once again, but he shoved two fingers inside of you before you could even process it, effectively alleviating the sting that came two seconds later.

As his fingers delved in and out of you, he laughed quietly, making you glance behind you in confusion.

“That’s wet,” you heard him say from above you, jutting his fingers inside of you a little further. “You getting turned on by this, honey?”

You gasped incoherently in response, squealing a little when Otto made you arch your back by tugging on your hair, then forced his fingers inside of your mouth, making you taste how sweet you were.

“Sweet little thing,” he muttered, releasing you and shoving his fingers inside of your pussy again.

You inhaled sharply at the stab of heat in your abdomen, but when you glanced back at him, he was tasting your sweetness himself.

He caught you looking and smirked.

“I’m more than twice your age, sweetie,” he reminded you. “You shouldn’t be wet because of me.”

“Oh god,” you spluttered, “Please don’t say that.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” he responded. “Makes your little pussy clench.”

You knew he was right, but you still shivered. “God, please…”

“Bratty fucking girl,” Otto spat from above you. “I catch you vaping in the bathroom, I punish you, but you just want more, huh?”

“Yes,” you panted.

“What, you need to be fucked?”

You nodded as his fingers went deep inside of you, trying not to moan out loud as embarrassment burned in your veins.

“Need to be fucked raw?”

You spluttered, words failing you, but you arched your back and put your stinging pink ass on full display for him, a wordless confirmation of how badly you needed this, and holyfuckingshit you felt his fingers withdraw from you.

“Could watch this puffy little pussy drip all day,” he told you, but you were barely listening as you felt something incredibly warm breach your entrance: hard, big, and thick, and you felt your gut twist and the shame rise in you as he continued to push further, untill…

Your professor’s cock was inside of you.

“Fuck,” you whispered, your heart plummeting.

It took a few moments, but once he found his rhythm inside of you, his cock delved in and out of your pussy, it was mind-numbing heaven.

Oh. My. God.

You almost wondered how no one had caught you yet, looking around at the rows and rows of empty seats all around you, but nothing mattered as the sound of skin on skin filled the wide, empty room.

“Fuck, my whole class is gonna smell like you, honey,” Otto laughed breathlessly, and you clenched your eyes shut, trying not to moan so loud the whole of Empire State University heard you.

You were whining and gasping, clinging onto the edge of the desk he’d bent you over. “Please sir, please let me come!”

“Yeah, come for me, sweetheart,” you heard him say, and you whined as heat crashed through you, giving you what must’ve been the actual sweet release you’d been looking for ever since the lecture had ended, and you had to grin at the irony as euphoria raced through your brain.

You heard a gasped laugh from above you. “Consider that a treat.”

Your body was shaking, a live wire of this electric pleasure running through you, and for a moment your mind drifted away from the university entirely as Otto reached down to rub your clit, nice and firm to couple with the rhythm of his cock inside of you.

This was so wrong, but so good, and holy shit, you were already needing a next time.

Your head was spinning and you didn’t even want to think about the bare feeling of his cock inside you with absolutely nothing in the way, allowing you to feel absolutely everything, but it didn’t matter, you felt a hand in your hair and suddenly he was yanking you upward.

“Sweet little cunt,” he got out in a grunt, “Wish I could feel you squeezing me all day…”

To your dismay, Otto was already withdrawing from you— you were both running short on time, you realized.

“On your knees,” he said, and with your head spinning and your legs aching, you complied a little slower this time.

You knelt before him and took him into your throat, noticing his cock was significantly sweeter now that you’d had it in you, but you bobbed your head around him, leaning into it until you felt your gag reflex kick in. You didn’t even care, you gagged around him, sucking him to the best of your ability as filthy noises spilled from your throat and tears materialized in your eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” Otto choked, grabbing the crown of your head to push you down, and his cock pulsed in your mouth as the first shot of come went into your throat.

It was bitter, but you gulped it down eagerly. Knowing you were doing something right, you wrapped your hand around his cock as more drops shot onto your tongue, jerking him off to keep getting more and more from him, milking him for all he was worth—

Otto had to stop you by grabbing your hair and hand at once, laughing as he guided you off of him.

"That's all of it, sweetheart, you got it all— fuck…"

#doc ock #doctor octopus #doc oct #alfred molina #spider man no way home #no way home #doc ock x reader #doc ock x self insert #doc ock smut #doc ock x reader smut #doctor octopus x reader #otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius smut #otto octavius x reader smut #dr octopus #dr ock

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albijulen · 2 years

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#doctor otto octavius #otto octavius #otto x reader #alfred molina #smoke #Spiderman #spiderman 2 #doctor octavius #doc ock #doctor octopus #alfredo molina #alfredo #dr octavius #Octavius

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plush4bunny · 2 months

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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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nebel-ist-fur-alle-da · 1 year

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"Can you hear me say your name forever"

Doctor Octavius x Reader

Summary: you've been kidnapped by doc ock to be his new assistant. You had a crush on him, when he was a professor and married, but then life happened, for both of you; today, you are not sure he is the same man you once knew... or is he?

Genre: angst, past trauma

The third chapter is here, my dudes and dudettes!!

It's been a rough month: I started my first job, I am finally graduating after years of studying and suffering and struggling. I might have found a road that I want to pursue. I don't think it will be my only path, I like to keep my options open, but I finally love what I have started (even though it can be hard) for the first time.

But now, lets get down to business! PART 2: Here

Update, a year later:

So, it's been a year! I landed my first job, I graduated AND I managed to finally live in the city! Am I living the dream my 16ish year old had? Maybe.

I definitely am more happy and somehow my life is coming out as something worth experiencing and living, and I really can say, for maybe the first time ever, that I am content.

But enough about me, finally the third chapter is here, written while I was technically working but when the inspiration knoks, you have to answer.

Enjoy ❤

You woken up to the sound of broken glass and forniture smashing. Your sleep was usually bad, but you barely slept in two days and this could no longer go on.

Feeling already your lower back protesting, you slowly approached the door, mentally planning how to address this situation. Knowing that the doctor is sometimes a bit unstable, you really want to risk your face for a tantrum? What if there was spiderman behind that door? She wanted to be free, didn't she?

Your hands trembled on the doorknob, pondering. Then, suddenly, all the noise stopped. After the longest count to ten ever existed, you open the door, fear and curiosity mixing in a strange way, making your body shiver even thought it wasn't could outside. You pulled the door and a galaxy of little glass pieces was waiting for your feet. The room was a mess, chairs everywhere with broken lab instruments and stuff. You put on your boots, preparing yourself to enter this mess, knowing that you could've just closed the door, none of it was your problem. Behind a table you saw the professor laying on the floor, his metal arms lying still at his side, and blood covering his hands.

"Doc" you carefully touch his shoulder, feeling the warm skin underneath. 'So he is warm after all'.

Suddenly, you hear him snoring. That's the most human thing he has done in days. Feeling a bit of tension fading away, you burst into a laugh, unable to stop. Otto slowly opens his eyes, but you find yourself unable to stop, and your soft laugh becomes hysterical, your vision blurred from tears.

"What's going on?" His imposing voice full the room.

"I-" You try to answer, but you can't stop laughing, and you can't tell if it's because you are amused by this insane situation.

Probably not.

A pot of emotions was slowly cooking for days, and somehow they found a way out.

"Why are you crying?" His voice was demanding, but a hint of apprehension was there.

"Really, I don't know" 'liar' you instantly think. You were scared to death by this situation, but you would gladly die instead of saying this in front of him, out loud. You had realized, before opening that door, that you were concerned and scared for him, but also because of him. You were falling, really was that simple but also terrifying. You know he doesn't believe you, but he slowly put his hands on your arms, almost scared you would run away.

"I did all this, didn't I?"

You nod.

"Usually, I wait for this episodes with joy, because my arms stay asleep for hours. I missed this silence in my head".

He briefly looked at his metal arms, permanently fused with his body. Your eyes linger on his chest, his scars, his hands stroking slowly your arms.

"I'm sorry" he whispers, his voice breaking.

You don't know how to respond.

"I'll take you back home" his hands grabbing your arms "now, before they wake up"

Your eyes goes back up, widening.

You want to speak, but he is already putting you on your feet.

"Doc" you try to speak, at least say something.

"What was I thinking? So much of a genius, and I take these decisions"

All you can think was that when a villain doesn't want you. Nobody wants you.

You already knew this, but every time someone reminds you of this, you die a little bit more inside.

Also, you were so sleep deprived that something breaks and you start crying, again.

Could this situation be more pathetic?

"You can't say here. It's not safe and it's not right for you" Otto kept saying while you were crying. The fact is that in your sad pathetic life this was the most terrifying and exciting thing that happened to you in a while. How sad your life must be?

You tried to keep it all inside.

"Doc I have literally nowhere to go. You saw my life and I suspect you choose me specifically for this. No one would come looking for me".

As much as those words hurt, they were true. Despite all his good intentions, he couldn't replicate to that logic. He could've be your best option to turn your life around, even thought he's one of the most dangerous man alive.

He stayed silent for a very long time, thinking about possible answers to yous situation. Eventually, he was defeated.

"As much as it pains me to admit this... you are right, and I am so sorry" you looked him in the eyes, and you could tell he was sincere. Not having a cacophony of voices in your head makes his face much more softer, and you could tell. But that moment soon vanished, and a new, heavy thought entered his synapses.

"I should be more careful with my children, they could be quite persuasive on a feeble mind. I must not hurt you, ever again" he took your hands, and you noticed for the first time that yours vanished inside his palms.

"Please, don't let me hurt you. Run instead if I can't no longer control myself"

You nodded, feeling a strange feeling in your gut. Something hot slowly pooling inside you. Just one simple touch of his hands, the intimate situation just passed... your mind started racing the second he looked you in the eyes, but you never dared to even master a thought like that.

And now, just like that, your body betrays you.

He was still looking in your eyes, hands hot on yours, his digits slowly brushing your skin. You looked down.

"I promise you that if things go our of hands, I will try to run. It might help me to have spider man number, you know?"

Your old weapon works again: in the blink of a eye you manage to shift the doctors attention from you to that spiderman dude, flying around and making a mess.

"Why would you want his number?" His eyes dark and illegible.

"You know, if things got out of hand... that's all, I promise" you chuckle, trying to keep the moment light.

He gave you a tiny smile, scoffing. "I really don't know what your generation is up to these days" he let go of your hands, trying to stood up.

"Well, If you want to stay here, the first thing you could do is tide up this mess"

"Excuse me?!"

"You know, my arms are stuck like this, they will wake up tonight" he raised his palms in apology.

"So your saying that on top of being an old scientist who is always complaining about younger generations, you are also useless?" You teased him.

His eyes darkened, his smile became a smirk.

"Watch your mouth, young lady. I may be temporary useless, but my mind works just fine"

You mutter an apology and start to clean up while he tried to balance his steel weight on a chair.

The morning flew like this, you trying to not cut yourself with all that glass from lab equipment and him gently reminding you that you missed a spot.

By 12,30 you were ready to kill him.

"Listen up doc, I am tired and hungry, so if you want to clean so badly that spot, YOU SHOULD DO IT YOURSELF" the last bit was just a scream, but he laughed.

"I strained you, didn't I? Let's make something to eat"

You rolled your eyes.

"You mean that I should make something to eat, because you are just a big tin of metal arms stuck in place"

"Hey, there is no need to be rude" he replied, and you could tell he was slightly offended and hurt by the situation. You, on the other hand, was not.

"Hope you fancy some curry with chickpeas, because that's the best thing I can make like this"

He smiled politely. "I will not eat that disgusting thing even if you make me"

"I beg your pardon? The master has requests, I presume" you bowed.

You were looking at the floor for two seconds, but for him it was enough. When you come up, his face was inch from yours, sporting a

mischievous grin. His eyes looked more dark and sharp, and you froze right there.

"Did you have fun joking about me this morning?" He asked, his voice deep and low.

You tried to speak, but your throat was suddenly dry. You just shook your head.

"OH darling, I think you did" his smile widened. "You see, my arms are made from a perfect material, resistant but weights like a feather" he gently brushed your cheek, his eyes lingering over your face and neck.

You felt all your blood rushing to your face but you were unable to even think about a clever response.

"Do you still trust me?" He asks.

You gathered all your energies in that answer.

"Yes"

"Then you are a fool" his hand reached your neck, gently squeezing. "I could simply decide you are nothing, and break you. In my endless research of perfection, I could hurt you. Is this the type of man you would like to assist?"

During this few words, his grip tightened. You could only master the breath to say 'yes' one more time.

He lets you go and air returns in your lungs. You take big gulps of air, still looking him in his eyes. You know that if you stop, this moment will never return and will be simply forgotten as part of this mad day.

"For a person this smart, this is a pretty bad decision" he lowered his sight. "Just... stay out of my arms reach, ok?"

You mentally ask yourself how long is in fact his arms reach, but you stay silent. You just nod.

He gives you a sad smile.

"Now, lets fix you something to eat that doesn't have strange spices in it, shall we?"

#doc ock x reader #doc ock #doctor octavius #doctor octopus #otto octavius x reader #dr. otto octavius #otto octavius #spiderman #spider verse #i promise that somehow even spiderman will come in handy #i fear that this will turn out as a domestic everyone lives happly fic but i decided that i want to write what i like #alfred molina

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fluffcakeproductions · 2 years

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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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