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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.
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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dear reader - chapter 7
summary: Miguel took the reader’s love and friendship for granted. Something he learns reading her column, when it’s too late…Or is it?
ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader // matt murdock x reader
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Chapter 7
“Tell me about this friend of yours”, said doctor Octavius.
Ultimately, Miguel decided to follow Lyla’s advice. He was getting to a point where he would try anything to make the heaviness in his chest go away. Not that he would ever admit that to the people in his life.
Doctor Otto Octavius wouldn’t let that slide though. He was so traditional that the only option his patients had if they wanted to book a new session or communicate with him was by calling his secretary. No emails, texts or any online contact.
Miguel chose him because he was one of the best. Doctor Octavius used to be the head of the psychiatry department at Miguel’s alma mater and was highly respected in his field. The man refused to retire, opting to have fewer consultations per week. It was very exclusive. Lyla had to negotiate a very generous sum for him to see Miguel.
It was Miguel’s second session with the doctor. Miguel was seated on a dark mustard couch, holding a cream colored cushion on his lap, facing the psychiatrist, who was set on a dark brown leather chair. At first, the room annoyed Miguel, who felt it was pretentious — although he was incapable of explaining why when Lyla asked. But it grew on him. It was relaxing to be seated comfortably in peace, no notifications, calls or exterior world to worry about. It was a nice change from his insane routine.
“You’ve mentioned her a few times so far. Are you close?”
Miguel didn’t know what he was expecting from doctor Octavius, but the psychiatrist’s calm demeanor and soft voice surprised him.
“We used to be.”
“What changed?”
“I was a jerk and disappointed her…You see, she is great, really great, but I never paid a lot of attention to that, I just enjoyed spending time with her. And there was this one day when she really needed me and I wasn’t there for her.”
“What do you mean when you say you didn’t pay attention? To her, her gestures?”
“Both”, Miguel pinched his nose remembering the column about his birthday and the book you made for him. His heart sank when he thought about the gift. Miguel regretted a lot of things, but if he could go back in time, that was the day he would go back to. You were sweet and considerate and he threw the book somewhere — he had turned his place upside down, but never found it.
“She…has always been there for me, more than our other friends. She would do nice things for me and be supportive and I…I liked it”, Miguel analyzed the cushion on his lap, embarrassed to look back at the doctor. “I guess I never thought about what it meant for her or that I should reciprocate. I’ve never fully learned what friendships entail.”
“How about your other friends?”
“It’s not the same thing. I’ll meet Pav, Gwen and Hobie, hell, now even Peter, at the bar, we drink a lot and have some fun and then we all go home. We don’t exactly get into the deep stuff.”
“Would you be open to that if you had the chance?”
Miguel scratched his head.
“Discussing my feelings in public isn’t very…”
“Very what?”
“Manly.”
“We’re discussing your feelings right now. How does it feel?”
Miguel reached for the glass of water on top of the coffee table. During his first appointment with doctor Octavius, he had been so uncomfortable it made him irritable. There were times Miguel would stay silent instead of answering the psychiatrist’s questions. The doctor didn’t pry, though, and just waited. Afterwards, he felt so relaxed it made him sleepy. He hadn’t had a good night of sleep in years, but that day he did.
“It’s hard”, that was all he was able to say.
“And do you feel less of a man because of it?”, asked the doctor, crossing his legs and tilting his head.
Miguel was silent.
“Well, our time is up. We will return to this on your next appointment.”
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You were the first in your group to arrive at the bar. You went straight to the counter and found Foggy cleaning his station. When he saw you, a smile and a funny look took over his face.
“What?”, you asked, laughing.
“I heard you went on a date so good you are about to go out with him again this weekend.”
“Oh, did you?”, you knew you were blushing, but you just felt so happy. “What else did you hear?”
“Well, I’m Switzerland, so there isn’t much more I can reveal…”
“Come on, now”, you rolled your eyes.
“What I will say is that you’re not the only one with a dumb smile. And I supposed it’s okay for me to reveal that the words ‘enchanting’ and ‘dream woman’ might have been mentioned…”
You covered your face, laughing. One date. You had only gone on one date with Matt. But it was indeed a fantastic night.
After dinner and dessert, he walked you back to your home. They said chivalry was dead, but apparently Matt Murdock didn’t get the memo. Before saying your goodbyes, he said:
“I really want to kiss you right now. Can I?”
He got closer to you, his hands on your hips, his nose almost meeting yours. You were about to melt when you came to your senses and turned your face, giving him a kiss on his cheek.
“Kisses are for the second date”, you whispered in his ear and separated from him and walked towards the stairs of your apartment building.
“In that case, when are you free?”
“Saturday night.”
“It’s a date”, he said, with a grin on his face.
“Yeah, well…I just wanted to thank you for setting us up”, you put your hands on the court to steady yourself, still recovering from your fit of laughter. “Regardless of what happens, I had fun. And God knows I needed fun.”
“The pleasure is all mine, I’m glad it worked out.”
You nodded.
“Okay, then, what is your order?”
“A dry martini and fries.”
“Fancy. Go sit, I’ll bring it to you.”
Thanking Foggy again, you went to your usual table. It was still empty, except for a leather jacket that you knew all too well on one of the chairs. Miguel was there. And you’d be alone with him. There was no way you were allowing that to happen. You were about to get up when you heard:
“Hi, cariño, arrived early today.”
[cariño: darling]
You felt chills with his voice. And the nickname that he used when he wanted something from you. You fell for it everytime.
“Hey”, you tried to control yourself as you sit again, brushing your hair from your face.
He sat next to you.
“Have you ordered yet?”, Miguel sounded cautious. Like he didn’t know where he stood with you.
It was better that way, you thought. Dealing with his confident and cocky self demanded a lot from you and you didn’t have the energy for that at that moment.
“Yes.”
“What did you get?”
Was he for real? Did he forget how to talk to people? That had never been a problem before, especially with women. Except Miguel never saw you in the same way he saw them. You had done your best the past few months to not dwell on your memories of him. At some point, it stopped hurting as much, which made you almost feel like you were over him. But being so close to him and remembering all the times he left you in the cold unveiled the seams of your wounds.
“The same as always”, you answered, knowing he wouldn’t know what you meant.
“Fries and a dry martini, then?”
Well, that was unexpected. However, your friend group has been coming to this bar for years, you ordered the same thing a million times. Maybe you were just so used to having to explain yourself over and over to Miguel that it surprised he had paid attention. Even a little bit of it.
You saw Foggy walking towards your table holding a tray with the drink and the fries. Never before have you been so grateful for an interruption.
“There you go, miss enchanting”, he teased, as he put your order in front of you. “Oh, hey, Miguel, how have you been?”
“Can’t complain.”
You closed your eyes for a moment. Why couldn't he just act like a normal person?
Foggy raised his eyebrows and his eyes found yours. You tilted your head with an apologetic look.
“Okay, then. Let me know if you need anything.”
Frowning, Miguel asked you:
“What is up with the miss enchanting thing? It’s that your new nickname?”
Before you could answer, Foggy, who was still in earshot from you, stepped in.
“It’s how one of her suitors reviewed a date with her”, said the owner of the bar, going back to the counter.
Miguel was silent, which, somehow, was even worse than him talking nonsense. He was focused on a napkin he was shedding. You pushed the bowl with the fries in his direction.
“I won’t be able to eat all of that alone.”
“Gracias.”
[gracias: thank you]
“De nada. Pendejo”, you mutter the last word. Your spanish was limited, but Miguel always throwed that word around whenever he was ranting about the executives at Alchemax.
[de nada: you’re welcome/pendejo: idiot]
“Don’t think I didn’t hear that, cariño.”
Miguel then winked at you. That did things to you, more specifically to your body. You wouldn’t fall for that, though, you couldn’t. You can’t go back to your pattern of holding on to every crumble of affection he gave you.
“Oh, shut up, just eat it!”
He chuckled.
“Where is everybody? We’ve been here for a while now."
Miguel got his phone from his jeans’ pocket and, tapping a few times, let out a “humpf”.
“They won’t come”, he said, using a shred of napkin to clean his phone’s screen.
“What?”
“There was a malfunction in the subway, they are operating with limitations, so the stations are full and the traffic is insane.” Looking at his phone, he adds: “Also, there might be a storm coming our way”.
“Ugh, great.”
You probably wouldn’t be able to get back to your place in time to avoid the storm. The only thing left to do was stay at the bar long enough for the storm to go away so you could get home.
“If we leave now and walk fast, we can get to my place before the rain starts”, Miguel got up, reaching for his wallet in his pocket.
“Migs, I think I’ll just wait here and then go home.”
“Cariño, the weather forecast is showing that the storm is going to last a while”, he put a few bills on top of the table. “Come on, get up, we have to go.”
“I’ll be fine here…”
“Cabezota, escuchame. You’ll be safer at my place, there's plenty to eat and if it comes to it, you can sleep there. Lyla picked a really comfortable bed for my guest bedroom.”
[cabezota, escuchame: listen to me, stubborn]
The idea of going back to his apartment, a place where every single wall and wooden floor said something about Miguel, was too much. He did have a nice guest bedroom, though. What concerned you was all the time leading up to that. The night had barely started. Being so close to him for so long wasn’t the best idea. But it was the only sensible one.
Everything happened so fast it took you a few moments to realize you and Miguel were running, his hand holding yours tightly. His other hand held your purse — you had completely forgotten about it.
You weren’t the only ones in a hurry: people were seeking places to escape the storm. Their movement got faster as a loud lightning appeared in the sky. The cars stuck in traffic were loud, taxi drivers screaming to other drivers, no one quite understanding why it was taking so long to get out of there.
When you were a couple blocks from Miguel’s house, a pack of dogs started running in your direction, just as desperate as you and him. They seemed to be led by a golden retriever that had a purple bandana around his neck. You looked at Miguel and both of you started laughing, running, holding hands, panting and laughing more and more, probably because of the adrenaline, but also because those dogs had a lot of personality.
A few drops of rain fell on your forehead. They quickly multiplied and yet another bolt of lightning struck. Miguel pushed your hand, forcing you to run as fast as he was, until you got to the building. Once inside, you were so light headed that you had to press your head against a wall as you waited for Miguel to unlock the door.
Thankfully, you were able to escape unscathed from the rain, so you took your shoes — that were definitely not made for running — and threw yourself on the couch. You were thankful to your past self that convinced Miguel to buy a comfortable couch for his home. His office, however, ended up with the most pretentious couch in the world — at the time, Miguel didn’t like what you said, but you remembered it made Lyla laugh a lot.
Miguel came back to the living room after going to the kitchen. He sat on the floor next to you, extending his arm offering you a water bottle.
“Mi casa es su casa, pero ya sabes de eso”, he mumbled.
[my home is your home, but you already know that]
“Thanks”, you grabbed it and raised your head just enough to drink. “Can we stay in silence for a little bit? We just had a sensory overload.”
“Uhm. I’d like that.”
The only noise you heard then was of the rain falling outside. The world was ending, but you found shelter nonetheless.
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Dear reader,
What is the worst dating tip you’ve ever received? I start: every single one written in teen magazines. I distinctly remember subscribing to one that had a session where they asked boys what they thought about certain trends, what girls wear, etc. There is a specific one that was so silly that even my 15 old self thought “I’m too old for this shit”. The question had to do with nail polish and the colors they like or not on a girl. They destroyed pretty much all options except for french nails. As you probably already noticed, reader, I’m very passionate about the nail polish question. Especially because I read that in the very beginning of my life long obsession with black nail polish. It’s dark and, yes, maybe a little basic, but aren’t we all? It’s reliable, chic if you need to, casual if you want it to be.
Those boys were obviously clueless. But my point is we won’t get anywhere pretending to be someone we’re not. It’s cheesy in a Disney Channel movie type of way, but my best advice is: be yourself. Doing otherwise will only lead us towards frustration and heartbreak. Because you might be able to hide important parts of you for a long time, but not forever. Our true nature always finds a way to come out.
Sure, wear that cute pink top you bought online, do your hair and your make up if you feel like it, you can even wear heels if you want to. As long as you know that you don’t have to. In my experience, no one is going to like you more or less because of your black nail polish. And if they do, it means that they don’t deserve you.
Before I go, I do have another very important dating tip that can also serve a life tip in general: if you and your date go to eat hamburgers, hot dogs or any other type of sandwich, take two napkins and open them up. Fold them in half and then put them under the sandwich in a cross formation — one unfolded horizontally and the other, vertically. That way you reduce your odds of spilling any type of dressings on your outfit.
You're very welcome.
As always, never take advice from someone who’s falling apart.
Love,
The writer
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#5
See You Again***
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Doc Ock X F!Reader
word count: f knows it’s long probably like 5-6k sorry lmao
You’re visited one night at work by Doc Ock himself and every memory you once had of him came swarming back; as did the untold feelings you shared for him.
warnings: 18+ so minors shoo. Ock being a bit creepy to reader, slight manhandling but nothing sinister. Nsfw, Smut, praise, dirty talk, p in v sex, restraints used by tentacles, bit angsty and a bit of fluff, cream pie, swearing, not properly proofread. One off shot, won’t do a part 2 ❤️
A/N gif by me. Request for my beautiful @itsjml - Happy belated birthday 👑 and this is my first Doc Ock fic! So I hope you enjoy you doc ock fuckers 🐙
Italics is flashback
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When the news struck about Otto Octavius robbing banks, destroying buildings and becoming the new villain of New York, you couldn’t believe it.
This was Otto, your Otto. Well, he never was but you had once or twice imagined in your silly thoughts that he could be. Funny, right? The only man to pay you any mind, only one to actually talk with you about everything and anything. And now he is gone; replaced by a villain that terrorizes the city.
When you met Otto, it was your second week into the job at Oscorp. It was Harry who initially hired you as the two of you had been friends in college and when he heard you were looking for something just to help pay rent at your small apartment, he just had a new position open up; a receptionist.
It wasn’t the glamorous job you always thought you’d have as a young, naive kid but the pay was decent. It was just a tad boring, answering emails and phone calls on a phone that you had to hold the cord in a certain place to hear the customer properly all day long.
But, you found yourself enjoying it more when you met Otto. You had seen him a few times and low-key admired the tall, slightly heavy set man from afar but it wasn’t until one storming morning you first spoke to each other.
Running towards the building in the blistering winds and heavy downfall of rain as black clouds wrapped around the city sky, you didn’t realise that in your mad sprint you had dropped the fob onto the floor.
As you went to let yourself in, you cursed as the fob wasn’t anywhere on your person.
By now, your hair was drenched, strands clinging onto your damp face and your white shirt did you the injustice of becoming transparent and showing off your dark navy bra. You didn’t even bring a coat because the forecast was supposed to be bright and sunny all week - not torrential rain.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over you and a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders and brought you close to their side. Since you were always told to be wary about foes in the city, you were about to make a swipe at them and tell them off for randomly grabbing you but as you looked at them the side profile of the Doctor you had been admiring stood at your side with an umbrella sheltering you both.
“Drop your fob, ma’am?” He questions, not taking a look at you as he pulled out his own entry device and swipes it against the door as the two of you piled into the warmth of the building.
“Uh, yeah. Looks that way.” You shudder once his arm leaves you and you turn to see him shake out the rain from his umbrella before he looks up at you and smiles. And what a charming smile he had.
You weren't sure, but you would hazard a guess that this man was trying his damn hardest not to tear his eyes away from your face to gaze at your slight state of exposure but, being the gentleman he seemed to be, he didn’t. “You’re Harry’s friend.” He says more of a statement than a question.
Stupidly looking at him all awestruck like, it was when he cleared his throat that you snapped out of your gaze and thanked your red cheeks on the cold weather rather than the embarrassment of staring at him. “Yeah, that’s me.”
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Touch Starved with Tech
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Tech X GN!Reader
word count: 3.4k
The fifth and final instalment of the Touch Starved Series with the gorgeous Tech.
warnings: none, touch starved Tech, fluff, a little suggestive if you squint. Enjoy 🤍 SCHEDULED POST.
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Affection was not something Tech had any particular interest in when growing up nor was it something he was ever on the receiving thing of. It didn’t bother him, no. In fact, he never felt as though he needed to hug someone or shake someone’s hand to show comfort or gratitude. Why would he when his mind was racing with a thousand different ways to show these types of feelings?
That all changed however when you came into his life.
You had met him and the rest of the batch on Kamino, working under Master Jedi Shaaki Ti as one of the medical team. It was her who had signed you up to work with Clone Force 99 and although you all seemed reluctant, it was the best thing to ever happen.
There was no mistaking that Tech had found you attractive, every one of his brothers did and it didn’t help that you were also incredibly kind-hearted and funny. You were patient but brutally honest when you had to be and most of all? You listened to him.
It was a calm day for the Batch, relaxing on the sands of Tatooine and waiting for the next set of missions to come fire their way and Tech was doing his typical daily repairs. However, he ran into a small problem with one of the compartments under the control panel that controls the reflector shields and needed an assistant.
You just so happened to be walking past and glance in his way to see the harsh concentration grace his sharp features. “Everything alright, Tech?”
Glancing up from under the panel upon hearing the sound of the voice, an idea popped into his mind. “Ah! I don’t suppose you could spare a minute or two and assist me with some general repairs?”
“Are you sure? I’m not exactly good at that kind of stuff.” It’s not that you did not want to help but the thought of possibly accidentally breaking something triggered in your mind. It wasn’t until Tech said that you only had to hold some wires and maybe pass him some tools that finally convinced you to help.
“Well, okay then. Let me just take my jacket off and I’ll come under.”
“Not a problem, I can wait.” Tech confirmed by pulling himself back under the panel, laying on the flat piece of his armour on his back and awaited your return.
When you did, the top half of your body only sported a vest top since the ship was hotter than usual (obviously because of the planet and obviously because Wrecker had accidentally broken the cooling system… another task for another day) and got on your knees beside him.
“Alright I’m ready! Can I come under?”
Tech made a noise of what could only be a grunt of approval, slightly shifting more to his left to give you some room as you lay on your back and shimmied your way up beside him. “Okay sir, what would you like me to do?”
Your formal address to him made him chuckle in amusement. “Please, you do not need to call me such formalities as I am nothing more than your teammate. But, I would like you to hold onto this yellow wire whilst I calibrate the circuit board just here.”
Subtly, you rolled your eyes at Tech’s correction to the nickname you gave him but nonetheless took the yellow between your fingers and watched him tinker away.
As you watched him, your eyes traveled down to spot the side of his face, small beads of sweat trickling down from his temple. His face remained set in concentration, jaw clenching and slightly gritting his teeth.
Safe to say that if you were wearing something with a collar, you'd be hot underneath it.
Out of all the members of the Batch, you were probably closest to Tech and but that has unfortunately led to you feeling some kind of way around him. You tried to brush it off as a little crush but the more he taught you, spoke to you… it was definitely more than a little crush.
You tore your eyes away once he asked for the wire back and as you passed the wire towards him, his gloved fingers wrapped around your index finger accidentally causing Tech to gasp and pull back quickly.
Eyes widening a little at his reaction, the first thought that came to mind was that he had an electric shock of some kind.
“Tech, what was that? You okay?” You asked quickly, shifting a little on your side to look at him better as he inspected his fingers closely after dropping his spanner onto his chest.
“I am not too sure what it was but I can assure you that I am alright and you should not be alarmed.” He said simply but on the inside, his blood was boiling and his heart was racing.
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I feel like none of this would’ve happened if Plo Koon didn’t die
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Touch Starved with Echo
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Echo X GN!Reader
word count: 2.6k
The fourth instalment of the Touch Starved Series and this time it’s with the handsome Echo who feels as though he’s not worthy of any comfort.
warnings: This ones a little angsty as Echo is super insecure about his relatively new ‘modifications’. Reader comforts Echo so fluff will be expected too.
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Echo being touch starved was not a surprise to anyone. Echo knew he was and so did you and so did his vod to be honest.
The only problem was that he did not like to be touched. At all. The only contact he had recently was with Tech who makes adjustments to his newly modified body and the thought of anyone else touching him made him feel sick.
Sick because he no longer felt like a human and sick at the thought of someone being disgusted by him.
When he met you however, he saw no signs of disgust on your face when you first met in that hangar. However, he stayed way back from you whenever it came to physical contact.
In fact, you thought that you had insulted him when you stuck out your hand to shake his but as he went to put his hand towards you he winced silently and just nodded instead.
But, the two of you got along and that’s all that mattered.
It was a quiet day for the squad, drifting through space as Hunter and Crosshair took control of the cockpit, Wrecker was snoozing in his bunk meanwhile Echo and Tech were tinkering away in the main hull of the ship.
Echo was calibrating something for Tech, the use of his scomp being a valuable asset to the task but Echo noticed that it began to malfunction. He pulled it out of the socket and gave it an experimental twirl but sighed as it got jammed. This wasn’t the first time either, it had been happening at least three times a week and it happening in the middle of working wasn’t great.
“Hey Tech,” he called over to the goggled clone who was head down in his datapad and scanning through the ships files, “my scomp is jammed again.”
He looked up and frowned. “I’m afraid I can’t assist you at the moment.” Then, you walked in and a lightbulb ignited in his brain. “Y/N can help you.”
“Help you with what?” You question, surprised at the sudden task being put on you as soon as you entered.
Echo felt a little nauseous. “Oh, er- it’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing when we need your help with repairs on my ship. Now let them help.” Tech said almost dismissively as he stood and went to speak with Hunter about whatever which just left you two alone.
You immediately sensed his slight hostility about you helping but you were now adamant to tend to whatever he needed and so sat on the swivel chair next to his and smiled. “Is it your scomp?” You nod towards his arm and he arches a brow.
“How did you know?”
“Heard you were having trouble with it a few days ago is all.” You tell him, grabbing some of Tech’s tools that he left on the side by his workbench. “I probably won’t get it working perfectly but I could have a nosey at it.”
Echo chewed on the inside of his cheek, tossing the proposition of you helping him up in his mind until he sighed and nodded. “That’ll be helpful.”
“Not a problem, just place your arm up on here.” You pat the workbench and Echo does as he is told, begrudgingly laying his arm or what was left of it on top and watches as you inspect it before grabbing a small scalpel.
“I’m just gonna see if it’s jammed with dirt first.” You figured telling him what you were about to do with his body was the best step to take, not wanting to do something that might make him snap at you which if you were being honest, didn’t think would ever happen. Echo was always so kind to you and made you caf in the mornings but you soon began to realise you didn’t know much about him. You knew he was a ‘reg’ but you were not told the whole story of how he joined the squad in the first place.
You only joined a month or two after he did as a medic who also knew their way around a power converter and repairing engines so Echo knew he was in somewhat good hands.
You scraped the scalpel alongside the socket, gently tugging at any dirt or oil residue that may have slipped in and cleaned it on some tissue before putting it back in.
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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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The scent on your coat PT3
Summary: Emotions run rampant as confessions are made and said. Though, Life and Karma always find a way to have the last laugh.
Otto Octavius x F!Reader
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: Smut, NS/FW, AFAB body parts, yearning, jealousy, heartache and pain.
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The ravenous torrent of emotions inside the Scientist laid bare before you, the man’s body language and expression all too telling. The sight of the hulking Doctor Octavius dropping to his knees pulled a yelp out of you, only for the noise to be replaced with a shuddering gasp as he shucked his glasses and gloves off, hands ghosting over your lifted ankles as he moved closer to you.
“It has been so long since I’ve last seen you Y/N… Never would I have dreamt for our reunion to be like this..” Otto groaned between breaths, forehead pressed against your ankle, his words making your heart clench as you looked at him.
“You know.. Before everything… Every time I’d touch you, I feared you would find out just how utterly infatuated I was with you.” He whispered, closing his amazing brown eyes, breathing in the sweet scent of your awaiting core as his hands continued up, massaging your calves softly.
“I laid awake in bed countless nights wondering if you thought of me the same way I thought of you.” He leaned forward and licked up your inner thigh, a searing lighting bolt coursing through you. Your hands flew to the two metal appendages that caressed your upper legs, holding onto them as Otto watched your reaction, shivers climbing his spine at how utterly beautiful you looked under his attentions.
The Doctor’s words made you dizzy, words you had only ever dreamed of hearing in dream, now resonating into the open air around the both of you.
“Do you know how many times I had to remind myself that I couldn’t drag you to my desk, pin you down infront of everyone and remind you who your boss truly was?” Rough hands touching with such a reverent touch, as if memorizing the feel of your thighs against his fingertips. Another tentacle moved up and pressed against the side of your clothed breasts as if timidly, and immediately you moved to push your bra and shirt up, rewarded with a groan of his own against your wet thigh.
“Please… Do it Otto, remind me, please. Make me yours.” You begged, loving the way his laugh bounced off the walls of the lab like it once did in the past. Barely finished, you yelped out as his strong hands grabbed your hips, pulling you to the edge of the chair and into his awaiting tongue.
“Certainly my darling. My assistant needs to be reminded just who she belongs to.” He moaned between kisses and licks, watching you with rapt attention as you flushed brightly.
Dr Octavius wasted no time, tongue and lips devouring you with purpose and need, warm hands and tentacles holding you in place, kneading your skin with insatiable desire. The sounds that escaped you resembled a heavenly chant to Otto’s ears, groans equally escaping him.
You were already so close, teetering along the edge of oblivion at the sheer hunger he displayed for you. It almost felt like a dream, watching the famed and dangerous Doctor Octopus between your opened thighs, muttering sweet nothings into your soaked core. Hands rose away from the tentacles and held onto his hair, needing to feel him, to know this was really happening, to know he was really here. It was the right choice you thought, feeling him shiver in delight under your hold.
“Tell me darling, do you remember when that rich little asshole came up here and intruded on our work and hugged you oh so tightly infront of everyone?” Otto asked, withdrawing for but a moment to retract a hand from your hip and touch your core, waiting until you nodded to enter you slowly, kisses planted along the side of your thigh as you inhaled sharply.
You moaned in response as he picked up the pace softly, finger pumping in and out of you, smirking as he watched you nod enthusiastically as he added a second one.
“Oh how I dreamt it were me touching you instead. Though… Here I am now, fingers deep inside you and whose name is on your lips?” Otto whispered, eyes taking in every divine reaction as you approached your second orgasm, his own heart palpitating at the sounds you made for him and only him.
“Yours, only yours!” You mewled out, and just as Otto’s inner dam had crumbled, so too did yours, knowing deep within your stuttering heart that it would always be the ONLY name on your lips, no matter what.
“Repeat that for me, love?” He teased, the smirk he wore could be heard even as he occupied his mouth once more between your legs. You tried to answer, really tried to but couldn’t, heart hammering in your ears as you took in the sight him and knew he would be your end, cheeks flushing at how desperate he looked up at you.
Seeing him like this, panting between your thighs and watching you with eyes far too expressive made your heart ache with adoration. Just how deeply did his desire for you run? Was it like yours, unyielding and steadfast even after all these months, coursing through your heart and brain like a disease, staining everything, anything, and anyone you tried to replace it with?
“Don’t be shy, who’s lab coat are you wearing while fingering yourself Y/N? Say it, say it for me sweetheart.” Otto Octavius’ ragged voice asked you, begged, waiting. Brown eyes sparkled up at you, tongue against your core as his fingers crooked inside you and brought you beyond the edge.
“Otto!” You choked out, the hold on his hair turning too tight but he didn’t care, groaning in delight as you tensed under his tongue and came, his name the only thing you could whisper.
Moments in silence passed as you tried to catch your breath, shaking hands stroking Otto’s hair as he leaned his face against your thigh and laid sweet kisses on it, fingers retracting from you slowly.
His face of momentary shyness made your heart flutter as his claws handed him a box of tissues and held them out to you, looking away as you replaced your ruined panties over your soaked core.
It reminded you that despite everything, the bank robberies and attacks and all that had happened during your time apart, he was still himself, the same sweet Otto Octavius, hands rubbing soft patterns against your skin to help you come down from your high softly.
A sound echoed throughout the forgotten halls of the Oscorp building, making the man against you tense briefly. As if knowing it in advance, Otto bent forward, kissing your all too eager lips softly before standing to his full height, tentacles retracting slowly from your skin as if reluctantly, wanting to feel you longer.
“Hide yourself darling, wouldn’t want anyone else seeing you like this, now would we?” Dr Octavius winked, relishing in the way you listened and tried to make yourself as presentable as possible. Your eyes roved over his form one last time before he departed, certainly not missing the outline of his hard-on through his bottoms. He must have seen your wandering eyes, his perfect smile wide as he chuckled.
“Next time.” Otto whispered, exiting out the farthest door faster than you thought possible.
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Silence reigned in the lab once more, your mind steady yet chaotic. You yearned to know why, of all times, had he finally come to see you now? Why, after nearly a full year, had he shown up now, beautiful smile and all?
Otto Octavius had once again come into your life by surprise, and had left the same way as before: without knowing just how much you were in love with him.
Though this time, it was different. There would never be a ‘Next time.’
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The sound of soft footsteps rang out after a moment, leaving you with a feeling of dread within your stomach.
“Y/N?” Stuttered a man, frozen at the entrance to the lab, twin coffees in hand.
You hadn’t even noticed that you had started to cry, tears rolling down your cheeks effortlessly and heavily, the last hour replaying in your mind.
In Otto’s absence, the whole encounter felt like the last meeting between destined lovers, one last reunion before parting forever, never to see one another again. He, destined to forever crave only you against his tongue, and you, destined to silently forever crave only him within your heart.
“Sorry.. Give me a minute.” You asked, never turning in Dr Octavius’ chair to look back at the man.
You didn’t need to know what expression the man behind you would be wearing, concern practically radiating off of him through the air around you.
“You still… love him, don’t you?” Condolence was clear in his voice, and ever the gentleman, Peter Parker waited, never moving an inch further into the room.
“I…” You tried, throat tight as you turned the chair around, seated at Otto Octavius’ desk, and looked down at your hand.
Your engagement ring shined in the moonlight that filtered in the lab, eyes landing on your patient fiancé.
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GUESS WHO?
☆.｡.:* as an idol, you have a myriad of responsibilities. among these are maintaining a good image and pleasing the fans, having a stan twt acc? maybe not so much. not that you and sunoo are admitting to anything. then again, you don’t exactly expect to find each other as fan accs undercover and you equally don’t expect to start catching feelings.
pairing: kim sunoo x f!reader
tags: idol!au, fluff
warnings: out of pocket jokes, me being unfunny
status: COMPLETED
taglist: open! (send an ask to be added)
featuring: gp999 contestants, tbh a variety of idols
INTRODUCTIONS: profile 1 / profile 2 / profile 3
01 — mamapiyaya
02 — dm me asap baby
03 — bean sprout eater
04 — like from the boyz?!
05 — LET ME IN!!!!
06 — student life, right? 😆😆😆
07 — sunwoo first loss
08 — what about sunsun
09 — naevis im coming up
10 — jungwon the human
11 — pack it up dr otto octavius
12 — ask greg for more details
13 — YN SAVE ME !!!!!
14 — i don’t fuck w demons
15 — who’s gonna tell him 🧍
16 — stayc girls it’s going down
17 — that’s enough promotion
18 — dear sputnik
19 — cray cray crazy in love
20 — best of both worlds
21 — OH OKAY… OH OK
22 — dont let sunghoon near ur phone
23 — pathological liar activated
24 — wrong number? damn fr? 1.4k words
25 — i am thinking … but i am delusional
26 — soft hours????
27 — channeling my inner riki
28 — the “oh” moment
29 — prepare the salt
30 — expensive siblings my ass
31 — ta~da, music bank!
32 — you look like a titan 1.2k words
33 — where’s the electric chair
34 — our lovesick boy
35 — soft hours again
36 — run away with me
37 — avengers infinity war crossover
38 — stop ignoring me
39 — the moon is beautiful, isn’t it? 0.6k words
40 — mr bubbles
41 — breaking news!
42 — hello kim sunoo
43 — little pogchamp?
44 — that spider-man meme
45 — if 9 is nine
46 — WAIT WRONG ACC
special chapter — gossip within the idol community
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Burning Desire
Summary: When Doctor Octavius finds out how silly your crush on him can get as he discover some scribbling on your paperwork, he can't help but be a tease.
Warnings: dom!Otto x sub!reader, age gap, mentions spanking, oral sex (giving), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie
Pairing: Otto Octavius x f!reader
Requested by Anonymous featuring prompt 26 "Focus only on me".
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Your hands were on my hips, your name is on my lips
Over over again, like my only prayer
━━ BURNING DESIRE (Lana Del Rey)
You couldn't exactly remember the point where your rigorously professional relationship with doctor Octavius crossed not one, but too many lines.
The late nights working in the lab together surely was a great help to bring the two of you together. And things were quick to get heated… shame is on you who had poor control over your own desperate desires.
But who could blame you at all?
In your defense, it was hard to not treasure doctor Octavius. He was a wise, respectful scientist with an admirable passion for his work, and such a courteous and experienced man… of course you had developed a goddamn crush on him. How could you not?
At first, you thought of it as a mere childish platonic passion, those where you got yourself thinking how his surname would look on you… Y/N Octavius. Damn. It was too great to ignore. You had even scribbled it a few times on the edges of your paperwork, violently erasing the words whenever Otto came dangerously closer. Of course, you’d blame a miscalculation if questions were asked, and he was gentle enough to reassure you. Little did he know…
Surprisingly, you realized he seemed to fancy you as well. Octavius was the one who always brought you morning coffee, let his hand brush in yours longer than expected when you handed him something, or even made sweet commentaries on how beautiful you were, leaving you flushed and stuttering to reply a simple thank you. And if you still have any doubts despite his clear preference for you among his other assistants, well… they were extirpated the very day you fucked him on his desk.
Having sex with your boss and mentor wasn’t precisely ethical of you, so the relationship you developed, if you could call the thing going on between you two like that, had to be kept a secret. You love the stolen kisses, the nasty touches under the table, especially if someone's around which implies you have to keep quiet no matter how good it feels. And also those lovely small gifts Octavius would leave on your table, signing the notes attached to them as a secret admirer. His handwriting was unmistakable, and he'd always come up to you afterwards, asking if you appreciated the present with a cocky smirk that left no doubts he already knew the answer.
And speaking of the devil…
Octavius had just required your presence in his private study, which could be he wanting to lecture you over some mistake or have sex. Or both, actually. You happily followed him along trotting like a puppy on their owner’s trail, standing patiently in the middle of the room while Doc closed the door behind you, waiting for him to offer you a seat. Such as the obedient pet you were.
He chuckles lightly when he passes by you, fingers brushing on your shoulder as a gentle caress, “I was reading your reports… excellent, I must say. But something caught my eye,” Octavius proceeds to move away, sitting behind his desk. The ghost of his touch was still lingering on your skin when he grabbed a handful of papers, examining them with a smirk. “Just remind me of something… since when has your last name become Octavius?”
“Oh… fuck,” you whisper, biting on your lower lip.
In fact, a million times fuck.
Your dumb-ass must have forgotten to erase some of your silly scribbling. And Octavius, the bastard… of course he wouldn’t miss it and be so damn amused. And of course you were blushing madly, your face boiling hot as the reddish blush covered them, running down to your neck til the tip of your ears. Not that you already aren't pretty obvious about your crush, but… this was way too childish, too embarrassing.
“Well…” you swallow, frozen where you're standing. A cornered prey staring right into the eyes of their predator. You needed to recover something of your dignity, if it still had something to recover by this point. But thankfully, you knew just how to handle this matter flawlessly. “In my defense, I… I… plead guilty, sir.”
Octavius’ eyes darken when you called him sir, but you didn't avoid his lustful stare. Instead, you let his piercing gaze reach for the deepest part of your soul, even if he already knew where you’re trying to get. Of course you knew this single, yet powerful, word would snap something inside of him. And hopefully it would be enough to erase your dumb scribbles out of his mind.
You managed to keep yourself still besides Octavius' hungry look, strong enough to leave shivers of expectation running down your spine. Despite having all your clothes on, you somehow felt naked… exposed. Like his gaze alone could tear your clothes apart. And it only left you more aroused for what was about to come. Which meant your plan was going all too well.
Batting your eyes with an innocence that surely didn’t match your thoughts, you wait for him to say something, no matter how much you’d love to state he was even hotter whenever his dominant side was brought up between four walls. Pity he probably wouldn’t spank you for daydreaming about him. No… he was way too fond of your passion, to not say cocky, to punish you for it.
“What a cute little one you are…” he exhales, eyes now wandering over your form from head to toe. “Come here, kitten” doctor Octavius taps his lap, finally inviting you to have a seat, and it’s your turn to smirk shamelessly as you pleasantly obey. “Now tell me… what were you thinking when you wrote these?” He points to the writings of Y/N Octavius all over the paper’s edges, making the blush on your cheeks persist and your smile fade. At least those weren’t followed by a couple of hearts.
Oh damn… as it seemed, he wasn’t giving up. Plan B was lying, but you surely were far from being a good liar, and Otto wouldn’t be happy to notice you’re trying to fool him, especially since he was being a fucking stubborn one as if he couldn’t already read you like a book.
Plan C was smarter and safer, so you followed along.
“I was thinking about you… about us,” you bit on your lip again, letting your fingers trace the lines of your handwriting smoothly. One of Octavius’ arms surrounds your hips, bringing your body close to his chest. He was warm… his scent had this strong accent that smelled like smoke and coffee. And, mostly, he was beginning to get hard. “I am sorry. I should have erased this before handing you my report. It’s… ridiculous. I am sorry, sir.”
“Is it?” with his chin resting on your shoulder, Octavius’ breath was dangerously close to your neck. It felt so pleasurable against your skin… you shiver, swallowing the whimper you’re about to vocalize. Your restraining didn’t seem to please the doctor as he noticed, so he moves the hand on your waist to cup your breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, and you can’t hold back your moan despite how much you’ve tried to suppress it. At least, it wasn’t loud enough to betray what you’re doing behind closed doors. “I don’t think so. Why don’t you just tell me all about these thoughts of yours about us? I can bet they are not as pure as the look you have on your pretty face.”
Octavius leans to kiss your blushed cheek, his wet mouth proceeding to peck the tip of your nose, and then moving down to your already parted lips, waiting for his tongue to come in. You close your eyes as his face gets closer and closer, feeling your heart pound against your ribs. Arousal, shame, desire... the whole trinity burning on your lower stomach.
Doc’s warmish breath tickles the sensitive skin of your mouth, though he didn’t move to actually kiss you as you expected him to. He avoids your awaiting lips, reaching lower to pick at the skin of your chin not so gently. Teeth gripping at it until it leaves a wet, red mark on your face.
"Doctor Octavius…” you sob, your sly tone of voice almost reaching a plea. “Why won’t you kiss me? Do you wish me to beg?”
“Oh dear, you’re such a good girl… but I am afraid I can’t proceed until you answer my question. Maybe I should repeat it for you?” Octavius brings his hand to stroke your cheek, sometimes lowering his caress to smooth the bruise on your chin, and you lean to his touch.
Pouting, you try to bring your thoughts together as you take a deep breath to recompose yourself… and in the silence which follows, you can hear your co-workers gossiping behind the door as they pass by, and you can’t help but let your focus deflect to their conversation. Kinda impossible to not do so, since you’re the subject.
“I bet Y/N is screwed again. It's the fifth time in a row she's called to Doctor Octavius’ office this week.”
Cocking a brow, your lips bend over to display a bold smile as you mewl your question, “Did you hear that? Are you going to screw me, Doc?”
“Darling… focus only on me,” the caress on your cheek gets rougher when his thumb and index fingers press each side of your face, holding it and keeping your eyes on him, and him only. “Are we going through that rebellious phase of yours again? If that’s the case, maybe I should put you in line before proceeding with this conversation.”
You shook your head, lowered your eyes to the papers and tapped your index finger on top of your writing. Alright! Focus. Plan C was still running, “I… I have a better idea. Why don’t you let me show you just what I was imagining while I scribbled this all over my paperwork, Doc? I am sure this is going to put my mouth into better use.”
Because saying exactly what you’re dreaming of out loud would point an end to your thing with Otto, you were sure it would. Your relationship was made to be kept between four walls, to be a stroke to the ego and a carnal pleasure. It was not meant for those lovely poetry shit and such declarations as... the way you thought about him while you wrote his last name as yours.
In your daydreams you’d picture him as your partner. Officially. But it would be too much to ask of Doctor Octavius. Your boss, your lover... the first man you had ever loved, keeping the truth of your feelings as secret as your relationship with him. For now, you’d have only what you could have. Greed is dangerous, so you choose to drown in lust instead.
He let go of his hold on your face, smirking. “Fair enough. Show me, then.”
Kneeling before Octavius, you push his chair enough to give you some space between his legs. The bulge in his pants was still there, making your mouth water with the glorious sight of his covered length. Your hands caress his inner thighs from the top to the bottom, slowly reaching for his pant’s buttons. Octavius groans, and his fingers find their way through your locks, intertwining them as one.
A delightful sigh escapes from your lips, which you wet with the tip of your tongue, “You know something I can’t get out of my mind?” you purred, your eyes meeting his as you finally unbuttoned the trousers, lowering them with his underpants. His free cock had precum already leaking from its red tip, and it’s Octavius’ turn to sigh, the grip on your hair getting harder. “Your moans. It feels so good when I earn them,” you chuckle, rolling your tongue around his glans, tasting the salty precum dripping on your mouth.
Octavius’ head fell back, and he squeezed his lips shut to avoid a whine, which echoes on his chest. “Oh, of course… it’s a shame we can’t be loud,” you head motions to the door. Behind it, the other assistants kept their work, concentrated in their calculations and shit, and too oblivious to care for how long you were staying in the boss’ private study. “But I do think about it a lot…how intense they get when you’re fucking my mouth. Damn… you’re making me wet already.”
“I knew there’s nothing good coming from this dirty head of yours,” he muttered under his breath, the fingers gripping on the strands of your hair now too close to your scalp. Hurts so good it burns, and it indubitably makes you horny.
“Oh… I am no good when it comes to you” and without another word, you take his full length down your throat, until his tip reaches its depths. It’s a bold move that almost makes you choke, but the way Octavius' breath sharpens and he groans weakly… it’s worth it.
He pulls the strands of your hair so hard that you can feel tears forming in your eyes, yet you take the pleasurable pain as a hint to don’t stop moving. You suck on Doc’s cock, wet mouth wrapped around his throbbing length as he bucks his hips to move further inside of you. His cock filled your mouth entirely, muffling your helpless cries with every thrust of Octavius’ hips. You let him settle the pace, digging your fingernails on his bare thighs to steady yourself.
Octavius’ free hand then moves to your chest, where he slides it under your blouse to find your breasts, no bra obstructing the way to your hard nipples. The doctor’s eyes widen, and he pinches your nipples between his thumb and his index finger. “You little minx,” his accusatory tone nearly makes you laugh, but you just sucked him harder, twirling your tongue around his cock until his chair was creaking with restless movements and he was mumbling sweet nothing, his grasps on your hair and skin loosening and then unexpectedly tightening again.
“Oh darling, you have no idea of how much I’d love to fuck you for this entire lab to hear” Doctor Octavius grunts, pulling your hair backwards until his cock slips out of your mouth. You grumble at the absence of his manhood, but have no more complaints when his lips capture yours in such a heated, passionate kiss which makes your knees weaken. “But I’ll fuck you nonetheless. Let me just… make sure you’ll keep quiet.”
His big hand now comes up to cover your mouth. Almost half of your face to be honest, considering the man is huge. By any means, the pressure is enough to suppress any sound you could vocalize, as you figured out when you try calling out his name while Octavius helped you to get on your feet. “Hm? What is it, darling? I can’t understand you like that, you know?” he giggles, moving the hand obstructing your mouth away when he tenderly lays you on your back on top of his table, moving away the sweaty strands of hair stuck on your face. “Say it, pet.”
“Since you’re going to keep me quiet… cum inside of me, would you? Please.”
He clicks his tongue, an amused grin in display “It would be my pleasure,” Octavius gives you a gentle peck before covering your mouth again. “Now open your legs for me, pet.” Obeying his command, you spread your legs, supporting your upper body on your elbows so your face is still close enough to his when leans to you, your breath tickling the palm of the Doc’s hand which was still pressed firmly against your face. Octavius’ eyes are dark with lust, the blow pupils obscuring the sweet chocolate iris. “Good girl.”
With a single hand, he manages to get rid of your clothes, slowly but surely leaving you naked from head to toe. Octavius had kissed and teased your body with each removed garment, leaving dark hickeys covering yourself from between your breasts to down your pelvis. Your hard nipples were still wet from his saliva, the burning pain of the loving bites traveling along his kisses until they’ve reached your lower stomach. There weren’t butterflies there, but flames. They make your body hot in a fever-pitch, dampening your aching chore with the languishing fluids of your desire.
Octavius’ firm hand was still covering your mouth, not moving a single inch since he placed it there. Your hot, thick breath was making its palm sweaty, and the drops of salty sweat were dripping in your parted mouth, from where restless moans came from. Though, the best was to come.
He finally reaches that sweet spot of yours, aching for him to touch it. Octavius’ aquiline nose brushes against your clit before his lips gives it a luscious kiss, which leaves your inner thighs trembling. You buck your hips, a silent plea for him to give you more. Doc chuckles, withdrawing his face from your needy pussy. Your desperate cry is muffled. “Be patient, kitten. I’ve waited too… look what you’ve done to me.”
Clenching his free hand around his cock, Octavius inhales sharply before pressing it against your wet cunt. He slides his cock between your folds, moving it smoothly thanks to your fluids. Its head touches your clit over and over, electric waves running through your veins from each sloppy thrust. Your nails scratch the wooden surface of the table, your watering Bambi eyes staring right into Octavius’. It takes this mere glance for him to know you want him inside.
“My pet is so eager to take me,” he mutters, guiding himself inside of you. Your tense muscles relaxed briefly when his cock got warmed in the embrace of your walls, fulfilling your burning desire. Octavius’ hand around your mouth tightens to hush you, but your relieved moan is still quite soundly. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. You have the sweetest of the cunts. Has anyone told you that?”
His thrusts are painfully slow, but the motion is meant to be kept once the sound of your skins colliding was a bit too indiscreet. You grind your teeth, considering the idea of being fucked to the whole lab to hear dangerously tempting. Whining, you roll your hips to get Octavius’ attention, who gasps with the unexpected friction. “I know, dear… I know,” he sighs, lowering himself to kiss your temple. “Guess I’ve never taken my time to savor you, did I? Sneaking around made us too brief and rough. Shame on me.”
Doc unclasps the grip on your mouth, and you instantaneously gasp for air. Before you can say anything, though, his lips are crushed against yours. Octavius is demanding, his tongue hovers above yours and sets the dominance, twirling inside your mouth and swallowing your moans.You bring your legs to surround his waist, embracing it and bringing him closer to you. His thrusts now are deeper with each move from his hips, settling the pace which he follows with his tongue.
The slow pace goes from excruciating to voluptuous, reaching a sweet spot inside of you. Your moans echo through your chest, reverberating on Octavius' throat. Not only your legs, but now your arms embrace the Doctor’s frame, holding tightly on him as if your life depended on it. He parts the kiss to catch his breath, resting his forehead on top of yours. “Hush, kitten. You are doing so well… I’ll fill you with my cum in no time. ”
You shiver, the expectation bubbling in your stomach sending waves of blazing pleasure all over your body. The flames once licking your lower stomach were now crackling all over your body, announcing how closer you were to your high. You let your head fall back, landing smoothly on the table under you.
Octavius takes it as an advantage to maintain his control over you, keeping you pinned to the table by catching your throat between his fingers. You swallow thick, feeling a knot in your stomach slowly loosen… the overwhelming bliss pokes the deepest part of you, a slight warning it was about to erupt.
“Doctor Octavius…” your voice feels distant when you call for him, finding it hard to keep your eyes open. “I… I think I…”
“Shhh. It’s Otto, darling. I wanna hear you calling me Otto when you cum on my cock.”
You barely have the strength to nod as Doc places his thumb on your clit, rubbing it delicately in circular motions. The calloused skin brushing on your most sensitive nerves is enough to send a last shiver down your spine, which causes a heavy trembling from your head to toe. You hug Otto tightly when your orgasm collapses over you body, whispering his name over and over right in his ear. At first, it’s desperate. Then feverly passionate. It’s a prayer, a plea… your end and your beginning. Your everything.
Numb with pleasure, your mind goes blank as your walls clenched tightly around him. When you went down from your high, a panting and sweaty mess, Otto is digging his fingers on your buttcheeks as he finds the way to his own release. It’s another shot of ecstasy hitting you with no mercy. You squeeze your mouth shut as, satisfying his later promise, he fills you with his cum.
Still buried inside of you, Doctor Octavius kisses all the way to your shoulders through your collarbone. His soothing lips smooch all the dark bruises marked on your skin before they capture your mouth, kissing you with no rush. His fingertips gently caress your scalp, then your back, moving to your chest to cup your breasts. You can feel him smiling through the kiss, really taking his time to savor you...
You’re the one to part, running your thumb over his lower lip slowly to smooth the small bite you just gave it. You raise your eyes to meet his, feeling your heartbeat faster with how tenderly he was looking down at you...
“I love you.”
You blink. Repeatedly. Did you just hear him say…?
“Wait… what?!”
“I love you,” he repeated, smiling from ear to ear. “Dearly. I want to make you mine not only between those walls... I want you to be Y/N Octavius, you silly pretty thing. I love you. Just as much as you love me. And I knew it. All this time… I just wanted to hear you say it. I needed to be sure. Pardon me for…"
“I love you too,” you cut him off, breathlessly. If this was some sort of dream, you wish you’d never wake up.
A/N: my second smut, yay! So, I had this first idea... which I had completely changed so maybe this piece only makes sense in my head? *faints* Feedback is always welcome and PLEASE give feedback I love to talk plus I am the most insecure petite thing you'll ever meet so- feedback. 🐱
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Meant to be part 3 (Otto Octavius x reader)
Word count: 3970
Rating: G (FLUFF FINALLY)
Summary: Things between you and Otto become clear during your stay at Happy’s appartement
(A/n: so this whole series was supposed to be a 2k word one-shot. then this happened. Fluff if you make it to the end ahahahah enjoy this final part!
Unbeknownst to you, Otto pondered over the same questions you had asked yourself in the sanctum while on his way to Happy’s place. Was it really this version of you that was his soulmate? In this universe? And the age-gap… you were so much younger than him and you could get so much better than this tentacled monster. And how about when he had to go back to his universe? Could he declare his love for a woman he maybe would never see again?
Then there was another part of him that just wanted to make the most of his time with you. The selfish part saying he could always take you with him to his universe. A voice in his head saying it all didn’t matter, he just had to chase his happiness.
He let these voices battle it out in his head on the ride over. The consensus of the voices was that he first had to figure out if you were really his soulmate. Should be easy, right? He just had to check your wrist, if you had his name on your wrist you had to be his soulmate. He also kept thinking about you, feeling an undeniable pull in your direction. Whether it be wishful thinking or not, he thought he caught you looking at him a few times as well.
His affection and attraction towards you had grown with the minute after you met. He couldn’t place why, but everything about you intrigued him. The way you keep yourself cool and collected in the most challenging situations, the way you helped your friends no questions asked, the way you accepted all the people in the dungeon as they were without asking intruding questions or weird looks in their direction.
Then he remembered your question from earlier. You asked if he had a family too, back in his universe. Why would you be interested in that? And why were you in such a hurry to cover to a simple tattoo on your wrist? Tattoos were for showing off, right? Unless… His mind kept him occupied until they arrived at the appartement. He was fantasizing about what would happen now. Was his name on your wrist the reason for you covering it up? If so, did you not want him?
But he never became insecure. The voices in his head telling him to find out if it was really you and then just make you his were overpowering his own thoughts. Even with his actuators being restrained by Peters Bluetooth system, the blue light emitted from them showed a glimpse of red now.
The ride was silent, Peter and May rode in the front while Otto, Norman, Curt, Flint and Max rode in the back of the van. No words were exchanged as everyone was weighing their own options, getting ready for whatever would happen next in the apartment.
You heard the lock of the door twist and immediately you stood up, ready to welcome the new guests in the house. Peter walked up front with Norman, Otto, Max and Flint following, Kurt had opted to stay in the car for the time being. When Otto walked in the room you felt your heart flutter. Damnit! Were you really catching feelings for him already? The way his determined gaze looked around the room was mesmerizing, this man knew exactly what he wanted. If only you could figure out what that was.
When he sees you, he stops for a minute. You give a small wave and a ‘hi’, but he just furrows his brows and looks away. Fuck, had you misinterpreted things?
‘I’ll be in the back room with Norman working on the new chip, it shouldn’t take too long!’ Peter called out before heading over to the side room. Max and Flint moved to the living room, Flint sat down as Max started up the tv while they were chatting away.
You stood at the entrance to the back door, listening to Peter explaining to Norman what was going on.
‘So, the inhibitor chip was designed to protect his higher brain functions from the AI but, as you can see, the chip is fried.’
You look in Otto’s direction, he was staring at the tv from a distance, his back turned to you. His coat was still on, but you could see the chip in question peek out above it. It kind of resembled a broken light bulb.
‘So, in stead of him being in control of the arms, the arms are now in control of him. Which explains why he is so miserable all the time…’ Peter continued. You felt pity for the man. So, some horrible accident happened while he was trying to provide a sustainable energy source for the world, then these tentacles were fused to his body AND he didn’t even have full control of his mind all the time? You could only hope Peter and Norman could indeed fix his situation that quickly.
You wanted to help, but there was nothing much that could be done. You were an expert in computers, sure, but not in human anatomy. There was no way you could help Peter and Norman with the chip. Max and Flint were sitting on the couch, drinking soda you had set ready on the table and talking to each other. At first you wanted to join them, but you also did not want to disturb them.
Your eyes moved back to Otto, who was just standing there. Occasionally, he muttered something under his breath. It looked like he was talking to someone, or something. It was probably the AI generated voices in his head. You could only guess what they were talking about. But at the same time, you did want to get to know him a bit better. You tapped the actuator around his waist gently to get his attention. Despite your efforts to make it a gentle movement, it still startled him and he turned around.
‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spook you I just…’ you stopped for a moment to rephrase, his intense gaze caught you off guard. ‘would you want something to drink?’
He looks confused. Like he had not expected such hospitality. The actuators keep convincing him that this new chip would make him weaker. That you were all scheming against him. That you were not his friends. And that, especially if you were his soulmate, you should’ve done something too to try and stop Peter from making this new chip. But you didn’t, that put you on their side. And right now, the actuators were in control.
He looked down at the ground, and you were sure he was just ignoring you. You felt slightly hurt, and you were about to turn around, when he finally responded.
‘Yes, a drink would be nice.’ It came out as a whisper, as if he was ashamed to admit it. You cracked a smile at his nervous behaviour, not thinking much of it.
‘Well, what can I get you?’ You ask while moving back behind the kitchen board.
‘Just some water will be fine, dear.’ He says, the nickname slipping out again without him even noticing it, but you did. Your heart fluttered, but your mind kept telling you it was just a habit of his. He says that to anyone, you’re not special. You turn on the water and fill a glass for him before handing it to him.
His eyes met yours as he said a small ‘thank you’, and for a minute you see his expression softening, and you take it as an invitation to keep talking to him.
‘So, are you excited about finally getting those voices in your head to quiet down?’ your question was blunt, but it was the only thing you could think about at the moment. Peter and Norman were working silently in the room next door, and you were wondering if they may be close to a break through.
‘I can’t even remember what it felt like before.’ He answers honestly, looking down at his glass. His brows furrowed again trying to remember what it was like before, but it felt like a dream you can’t quite remember.
‘So, you don’t have a soulmate mark in this universe? I could have sworn that wasn’t just a tattoo on your wrist.’ Otto throws at you. His question matches the boldness you just expressed, and his expression seemed a bit darker too. He awaited your answer in anticipation, his expression unreadable.
‘Yeah, well, we do. I just…’
‘You were allowed to ask us about our lives, seems only fair you tell us, or at least me, a bit about your lives, right?’
Your eyes widen, you had never expected him to be so blunt about this. You never had the time to think about what to say to this. Otto watches with amusement, quirking up one eyebrow as he watches you struggle to form a sentence.
‘I just never had the time to really commit to the whole soulmate thing.’ You say. It was a lame excuse, trying to hide the fact that you had only just found out it was him. you wanted to tell him, just not now, with everyone around. Maybe later on, if only you could take him apart. This lie also covered the fact that you were too stubborn to admit to yourself that you really wanted to find your soulmate, no matter how much you had told yourself it wasn’t such a big deal.
Otto saw you were lying but didn’t call you out. The voices in his head were getting louder, calling him an idiot for letting your remark just sit there. Telling him to just grab your arm and check your wrist. Or even just bluntly ask you. He tried to fight them off, but they only became more insistent. They were just plain rude. He wanted to brush your words off, but the AI got in the way of his words.
‘Your soulmate isn’t that important to you, then?’ He intended it as a question, but it came out as a snap. Your face hardened, not expecting this jab at all. You were just trying to make some small talk, had you done something wrong? You know the actuators make him grumpy, but you weren’t sure if this too was a side effect of that or not.
You decide it would be best for you to leave. ‘No, it is, I just don’t like it being taken for granted.’ You spat back, then you walked off to the room you were staying in.
‘Shit’. Otto muttered to himself. Why did he say that? You never meant any harm, why would he make such an assumption about you if he barely knew you. The voices in his head were talking back at him, saying you deserved it for not helping him and letting Peter and Norman create the chip. But somewhere in the back of his mind he heard his own voice, telling him he fucked up. Telling him if he didn’t apologize to you, he might have fucked up his ultimate shot at happiness. And for what? For four stupid arms attached to his back who wanted to gain more control.
‘WE GOT IT’ Peter shouted, snatching up the chip from the fabricator and running into the living room.
‘Y/n! A little help please?’
The moment you heard him shout you stopped in your tracks, having almost reached your room. You walked toward the counter again. Peter was already halfway up the stairs.
‘Can you send him up, please?’ Peter asks. You silently tap the screen, watching as the actuators move up so Ottos head is level with Peter, so the latter had the best possible access to doc Ocks’ neck.
But then the tentacles took over again, feeling panicked and attacked, lashing out like a cornered wild animal. You listened to the empty threats coming from Otto, and you were now sure it was the actuators who had made the jab at you, not Otto.
It took some wrestling, but at the end Peter got the chip on. Otto gave everyone a small heart attack when he shut down for about 20 seconds before his body rebooted, the AI system now completely out of him mind. He was back in control. You clicked the screen again, giving him back control of the actuators and watched as he lowered himself down to ground level.
The first person he saw was Norman, his old friend. His face lit up in a smile, and this was the first genuine smile you’d seen from him. It was not like the small smile he’d given any of you earlier. He looked liberated.
Then he turned to Peter to have a moment, and you realized your place. You decide to give them some more privacy by moving to the living room, turning on the tv to relax a bit more. By the time you look away from the screen it had gone dark outside, and the house was quiet. You had some time to think about everything for yourself. How much has changed now without the AI? Does Otto still remember everything you talked about? What is his opinion in relation to you and your possible soulmate-ship? What about the age gap?
You felt tired, looking at the clock you see 1 am staring back at you. You decide to head to bed. When you opened the door leading to the bedrooms you almost got scared to death. Right on the other side was Otto, who looked just as tired as you did but he was heading towards the living room.
‘Otto, jeez. Why are you still up? Something wrong?’ You ask, trying to make some light small talk.
‘No, nothings wrong I just,’ you see something is bothering him, so you take him to the kitchen, pouring him another glass of water and setting it in front of him. ‘without the actuators talking to me all the time I finally had some time to think for myself.’ Otto starts, taking a sip from his glass. ‘I believe what the actuators were saying to you this afternoon was right.’
Oh, this was rich. What a terrible start. You should’ve just gone to bed. But before you could say anything to retaliate or walk away Otto continues.
‘But this is probably because you haven’t met them yet, am I correct?’ he asks. You look at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he really is going where you think he is going with this comment.
‘Yes, that’s right.’ You say, eying him curiously.
‘Well, whoever it is should be a very lucky person, you are very kind, darling.’ He says casually, taking another sip of his drink.
You feel your heart sink. He really is not it, is he? You feel yourself starting to tear up a bit.
‘Thank you. I’m sorry, it’s late, I should head to bed.’ You say as a lame excuse to get out of there, though you were actually getting tired too.
‘Wait up a minute, I want to apologize for earlie-’ Otto grabs you by the wrist as you turn to walk away. You want to hear him out, but you also felt hurt. You turn around when he stops mid sentence, his eyes are focused on something else.
‘What’s the matter?’ you ask, not even bothering to follow his gaze.
You probably should have though.
He holds your wrist up higher, and you stare at the exposed name on it.
‘Did you know?’ he asks, searching your eyes for any indication of you lying.
‘… Yes.’ You say reluctantly, feeling embarrassed. He looks so shocked. Either he hadn’t figured it out yet on his part, or it really isn’t him. Either way this was not how you planned this to go. Not that you had a plan, but this wasn’t it.
The silence that followed hung thickly in the air, neither of you knowing what to say. Your heart dropped, seeing his still shocked expression.
‘I’m sorry, I should go…’ you say. You tried to blink away the tears forming in your eyes, but it was hard. Rejection was hard, especially when it came from the man who you thought to be your soulmate.
‘No, please, I have a question.’ He says. You stop in your tracks, having broken free of his grip just then. You were two steps away from him, you turn to look back at him.
‘What do you want to know?’ The burning in your eyes becomes a bit more bearable, just looking at him. He too looked vulnerable, and it put you at ease. His brows were furrowed in thought, the gears of his brain turning fast to try and make sense of what was happening, if any of this was real. Without the tentacles his mind was much clearer, and the practical part of his brain knew he had to be sure if it really was you or not.
‘How long have you had that name on your wrist?’ He didn’t want to say ‘my name’, not yet. He would feel humiliated if it turns out the corresponding names on your wrists were just a coincidence and he’d made a fool of himself. But your age looked about right to what was on his wrist, and the name was also correct. He had to shoot his shot, no matter what you’d say next.
‘This morning it was still a number.’ You breathe out, your heart is beating out of your chest by now.
‘And what was that number?’ Otto was sure his mind was about to explode, his heartbeat speeding up. Please, he thought, convinced if this checked out, you were actually his soulmate.
You hesitate for a moment, though you’re not sure why. You’ve dreamt of this moment ever since the number showed up on your wrist, even if you were reluctant to admit it due to the age difference. You wanted nothing more than to find them and be with them. Could this really be the person you were looking for?
’43.’ You say at last, your ears ringing with adrenaline. You were nailed to the spot under Ottos’ intense gaze, his brown eyes immobilizing you. His expression doesn’t change, the gears in his head still turning. You are looking in his eyes, trying to make sense of his thoughts.
Then he figures it out. You were really the person he had been looking for.
You were his soulmate.
It snaps in his mind and before you register what is happening, he takes one big step towards you, grabbing you by the arms and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and gentle, not wanting to startle you. You quickly unfreeze and place your hands on his chest. For a moment he thinks you were going to push him away, and he was about to break the kiss and step back. But in stead you grab the lapels of his coat and pull him closer, reciprocating the kiss and putting all your pent up emotions into it.
You both had been looking forward to this for so long. His hands move to your back to hold you closer to him, and your hands move up to his neck, placing one arm to rest on his shoulder while the other scratches his neck softly.
And everything fell into place. this was where you were both meant to be. As the need for air grows you break the kiss, resting your foreheads against one another. For a moment everything was just perfect. You both were sure now that you were each others’ soulmates.
Your head was still in the clouds when Otto pulled back from your embrace, gently lifting your hands from his neck. He was reluctant to let you go, but the doubts in his mind were overshadowing the joy of the moment. You were a bit surprised by this, looking him in his eyes. His brows furrowed again, and he looked a bit… sad?
‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have overstepped like that… it’s not my place.’ he tries to walk away from you while muttering his apology. Now it was your turn to stop him.
‘What do you mean? Otto, we’re soulmates! I tried to find you for some time now. We could at least give this a shot, right?’. He has his head down to avoid your gaze. You were so much younger than him, he felt like you were out of his league by all accounts.
‘Don’t you want to be with someone who is more around your age? You can get so much better than…’ he gestures around to himself and his actuators ‘than this.’
As he says this the actuators start chirping at him. They may have no control over his mind, but they sure had minds of their own, and they were not about to let Otto give up this easily. You chuckle at the way they are poking at him to chirp some sense into him.
As Otto gets distracted arguing with his actuators, you take a step towards him and place your hand on his arm. His turns to look at you, startled you’d even dare come that close with all the actuator up and looming around his head. His brown eyes look down into your eyes, surprise and curiosity visible on his face.
‘I know we just met but, you’re my soulmate, and I really want to give this a try. That is, of course, if you’ll let me in.’ hope sparks in your eyes as he cracks a smile at your words. His hopeful expression warms your heart. You could really see yourself loving this man.
He hesitates a bit too long and his actuators give his back a nudge towards you, his arms instinctively moving forward to steady himself but landing at your waist instead.
‘I think your friends agree with me.’ You smile up at him, and he smiles back. He still is a bit hesitant about making a move, so you grab the hair on the back of hid head and pull him back down for another kiss. This time he fully leans into it, grabbing onto your waist to pull you in as close as possible.
He deepens the kiss, and you let him in without wasting a moment. Everything felt right with this moment. Your hands roam his broad chest, your hands move to shift off his coat, the actuator helping you pull it all the way off. His hands kneed at your waist and hips, the need to be closer becoming more apparent. But it has also been a long day. Both of you were really tired and just satisfied with how things were at the moment.
There was only one loose string for tonight, you could worry about the different universes tomorrow.
‘Uhm, if you want, you could stay in my room tonight? I mean, I have a double bed and I imagine that would be much more comfortable than the spare mattress on the ground, especially with your…’ you motioned at the tentacles on his back. ‘with all respect of course, and if you don’t want to that is fine too! I don’t want to push you to-’ your rambling was cut off when Otto pressed a soft kiss against your lips. Your mind was racing like some school girl in love, it felt weird to have your head spinning like this.
‘I’d like that very much, darling.’ He says. You take his hand in yours as you both head towards your room to get ready for bed. The domesticity of the moment filling you both with joy.
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Jealousy
Evening! I have been trying to post every Sunday (UK time) because that works best for me but I have had this complete since Thursday and after seeing No Way Home for probably the last time at Cinemas today I couldn’t sit on it for much longer so here you go. Hope you enjoy.
This is set after a couple of years after No Way Home in Sam Raimi universe if everything in NWH some how worked and Otto got a second chance. Also he has figured it a way to make the actuators retractable, because sometimes you really don’t need 4 metal arms.
Pairing - Dr Otto Octavius x Y/N (reader)
Warning - 18+ only, Oral F & M receiving, unprotected sex, swearing.
You had been working in the Octavius Industries lab for a couple of years now. Slowly working your way up through the company, you had always devoted your life to your work,that was till you started secretly dating the ever famous Dr Otto Octavia a few months ago. You had been dating in private since, you would have date nights at each other’s place, you would steal kisses and more in the lab at work when no one was there, you wanted more, but the anxiety that came with more held you back.
“Morning Janice” you cheerily smile at Janice, your colleague, and lab-mate (you basically shared a lab with each other) the small brunette woman had been a sort of mentor since you started at Octavius Industries.
“Good morning to you too, little miss sunshine” she smiles back, waiting for you to sit down at your workstation before standing up. “Good weekend?” She asks, walking over to your workstation.
“Yeah pretty good” you reply thinking about your weekend spent at Ottos apartment. “How was yours?”
“Same old. Taxi servicing for the kids, cleaned, tidied and here I am again, oh to be young and single again” she huffs, placing some paperwork on your desk before running off. “Talking of young and single, we have a new starter today”
“And I have his details why?” You ask flicking through the paperwork.
“I thought you could show him around? I am busy today.” She says sitting down at her desk, starting whatever work she had.
“Ok but only because I believe you are busy” You say, sorting a few things on your desk before awaiting the new starter's arrival.
“Good morning ladies” Otto walks into the lab, his office/ lab/ second home being located at the back of the main lab, yours and Janices.
“Morning Otto” Janice lifts her head to acknowledge him then drops her head again to get on with her work.
Trusting that Janice is in fact taken up with her work Otto walks over to your desk.
“Morning Otto” You smirk at him. It had been 30 minutes since you last had his lips on yours and you were desperate for his touch. Him dressed in your favourite outfit of his, his burgundy knitted jumper and jeans, not helping dowse your need to touch him. He simply smiles and touches your arm, that is leant on the table, softly.
“What are you up to this morning my sweet girl?” He whispers against your ears.
“We have a new starter” You simply say. He knows Janice hates new starters and will do whatever she can to get out of it.
“Y/N wouldn’t you rather be sitting in my lab?” He smirks, his hands, slowly grazing down from your arm to your waist.
“Otto, I like my job” You whisper. “We tell people, they say I slept my way to this position, they are in uproar, I am out of a job, you have an angry workforce and then you hate me. I like my job and I like you, I can’t lose either.”
“Oh Y/N, my dear sweet girl, your brain is a magnificent one, but sometimes it betrays you.” He keeps a hold of your waist whilst holding your hands. “I would never hate you, the workforce? Probably wouldn’t even notice, I mean I am pretty sure Janice knows already.”
That grabs Janice's attention. “I know what?” She shouts over.
“Y/N and myself?” Otto says, like it is obvious.
“Well you never hold me like that so I am guessing I do now” she says looking at us both confused for a minute before going back to her work.
“The work force, the public, won’t care. If they do, why should we? My top priority is our happiness, Sunbeam” he looks at you with a sweet smile that always makes your heart melt. You wanted to hug him, You wanted to touch him, but could you?
“I want you Otto, I do, let me think about it? I just need to convince my brain it is not going to end in disaster, is that ok?” You ask, letting his hand go, slipping your arms around his chest, pulling him in for a hug.
“That is perfect, my sweet girl.” He wraps both of his arms around you, enclosing you in a tight embrace between his arms and chest. Placing a light kiss on your forehead. You stay like that for a few moments before he moves away. “Looks like your new starter is here Y/N, have fun!” He winks walking off to his office.
You compose yourself, flattening your red floral knee length dress, before walking over to the lab door, checking on Janice as you walk, her sat there with a shit eating grin on her face, you would be chatting later.
“Hello, you must be James, I’m Y/N I will be showing you around today” you confidently introduce yourself as you open the door to the lab. James, according to his file is 20, is on his second apprenticeship and is fairly driven, which is proven by his tidy short black hair and black suit with a white shirt and black tie.
“Oh I have hit the jackpot today” he replies holding out a hand, you presume to shake hands, instead, he lifts your hand up to his mouth and places a lingering kiss on the back of it, trying to make eye contact with you.
“Well my boyfriend sure thinks he has” you say as confidently as you can, he is a charmer. “Do you want to follow me?” You ask already halfway down the corridor.
After your tour of all the labs and safety procedures. Which was full of him flirting with you, you head back to your lab for him to fill in paperwork.
“Y/N, it says relationship status, what do I put if I have my eye on someone” James asks, with a cocky smirk on his face.
“Single, you put single” you reply with a eye roll.
“Are you really going to break my heart like this?” James pretends to look hurt.
“I bet you have a line of girls to fix it, it will be ok” you wink and giggle going back to what you were doing.
As lunch time approaches you call in a sandwich delivery for the lab, when they arrive Otto comes out of his office for the first time since the morning.
“Otto, this is James he is going to be the lab apprentice” you say cheerfully introducing them to each other.
“Dr Otto Octavius” Otto puts out his hand to shake, which James does.
“Nice to meet you sir” James says with a smile.
“Sure” Otto let’s go of his hand, picks up his lunch and heads back to his lab. He was acting weird, he was never that blunt with anyone and he always ate lunch with you, what was up with him.
“Sorry about that James” You apologise as Ottos lab door closes. “He is never usually like this, he must be having a bad day, I am just going to go and check on him” You look at Janice for guidance as you walk to his lab, she just shrugs her shoulders.
You knock 3 times before opening his door, stepping in and letting the door shut behind you. Nothing seems wrong with him, he is stood up, working on some project or other, sandwich in hand. He doesn’t stop working on your account, acting as though you are not there.
“What is up chuck?” You ask him lightheartedly, hoping to make the atmosphere a little less hostile.
“Shouldn’t you be out there?” He asks coldly.
“What do you mean?” You ask
“Boy wonder out there-“
“Are you honestly jealous of James?” You cut him off. “And you are taking it out on me? He is practically a kid, what interest would I have with him?”
“You are practically a child” Otto shouts, taking you back. The age gap between you both was fairly big, it had never been a huge thing on your mind but you was aware what others saw, him echoing the words that had been made up in your head when you thought of all the terrible things that could happen if you went public solidified why you wanted to keep it under wraps.
“And what interest would you have with me, huh?” You say with no emotion before letting yourself out back into the main lab, he doesn’t make any move to apologise or even stop you. As you sit eating your lunch, chatting with James and Janice you can hear clattering and bangs coming from Ottos office, you know he has unleashed his actuators but you weren't going back in there, you couldn’t.
The rest of the day goes by fairly quick, you keep yourself busy to avoid thinking about Otto, what it meant for you and him. You show James how to do basic tasks in the lab before passing him onto Janice so you can get on with some of your own tasks. Otto didn't come out of his lab all afternoon and you were thankful.
“What do you call a lion with no ears?” James asks you and Janice.
“I dunno” you say back, Janice shaking her head in disbelief that you are entertaining him.
“Anything you like he can’t hear you” he says really impressed. You and Janice both fake a laugh for his benefit. “Alright, what do you call a bear with no ear?”
“Anything you want, they can’t hear you?” You ask.
“Nooo! B!” He shouts. Janice actually laughs this time.
“Ok it is definitely time for me to go” Janice says, starting to pack her things away. “You too wonder boy” she directs to James.
“Oh I will-“ You start to panic, You don’t want to be left alone with him. You can’t.
“No, you need to kiss and make up” Janice says matter of factly. “Just not on my desk”
“I don’t know, I don't think we can” You say sadly.
“His mouth sometimes runs faster than his brain, you know that. Just try” she places a hand over yours and smiles. “I will have a word with wonder boy on our way out about maybe toning down the flirting in the lab”
“Thank you Janice, you are the best lab mate a girl could ask for”
“Well I do try” she smiles, flicking her hair dramatically. “Alright wonder boy, ready?”
“Yep, thanks for the induction Y/N” James says gathering his gear. “See you tomorrow”
“See you tomorrow James, thank you Janice.”
“Good luck” Janice whispers, stopping at the door before leaving. With that you were alone, alone with your thoughts.
Feeling uncomfortable you start cleaning up your desk slowly, giving him enough time to come through before you were the one to make the first move. It feels like you have cleaned every single ledge in the lab when you finally decide to bite the bullet.
You can do this, you can do this, you chant in your head as you approach his lab.
You knock before letting yourself into his lab, as you always do. He is sat at his desk in the corner of the room, his actuators still out, it doesn’t look like he has moved since the noises over lunch, different pieces of equipment and furniture thrown all around the lab.
“Just to let you know, Janice and James left a while ago and I am leaving now, you have the place to yourself” you try and say as professionally as possible, you truly hated it, he was your sun, you gravitated to him, seeing him so upset and not being able to comfort him made it worse.
“Ok” he simply says, not acknowledging you.
“Is that it?” You ask. That’s it? He is not fighting, not saying anything. At this point you don’t even want an apology, you just don’t want this.
He looks up and lifts his arms.
“What do you want from me?” He asks defeated.
“Anything, anything but this. This morning you were convincing me to go public and now I could walk completely out of your life and you wouldn’t care.” That got his attention.
“What did you say?” He finally gets up using the actuators to lift him over the desk and land directly in front of you, toe to toe.
“I could walk completely out of your life and you wouldn’t even care. I told you this morning, I can’t lose either of you, I lose one, I lose both”
“No!” He shouts, stalking you till your back hits the door, his frame eclipsing yours, the actuators surrounding you, making you feel even smaller than you were, you have nowhere to run. “Don’t do this to me”
“What, don’t bring up a weakness and exploit it? Don’t leave you feeling unloved and worthless?” You shout getting angrier. “Don’t do what you have done to me!?!?”
You both stand looking into each other’s eyes, the tension between you both rising, neither of you moving, more like a staring contest than an argument. Suddenly the tension between you got too much.
Your lips connect, rushed and hungered you mold against each other's lips.
His arms weave their way around your waist, pulling you closer, your bodies fitting perfectly together, him towering above you, your arms looped around his neck, on your tip toes trying to pull yourself closer.
Otto taps your bum signalling you to wrap your legs around his waist, which you do.
He moves you both over to his desk, your lips still engrossed with the others. Placing you on the edge of the desk, Otto sweeps everything off the surface, your lips finally breaking their connection.
“I am sorry” he whispers, gently lifting your dress off of you. “Let me make it up to you” he softly pushes you back so you are completely lying on the table before crouching down to take your panties off. “Oh sweetheart, you are so wet for me” he growls before he is head first in your pussy. Lapping up your juices and teasing your clit.
“Ohhh Otto!” You moan, your hands reaching for his curls to pull him closer. But Otto lifts his head, causing you to gasp.
“Uh uh sunbeam. That is not the name” he smirks.
“Sorry Sir” you apologise looking up through your lashes at him.
“Good girl” he praises you before attacking your pussy again, the actuators shoot to hold you in place by your wrist and ankles.
Otto suddenly adds a finger, whilst still teasing your clit with his tongue, he then adds another and another till he has 3 fingers in you, pumping, curling, whilst teasing your clit with his tongue. A series of moans and fucks come out you mouth as you get closer to your release. The knot in your belly getting tighter and tighter till you are on the verge of coming.
“Sir, I’m gonna cum!” You scream.
“Cum for me Sunbeam!”
With that you went to pieces, waves of ecstasy washing over you, Otto helping you ride the aftershocks. He stands up once you have calmed down, you try getting up, the actuators still attached to your wrists and ankles.
“What is wrong, do you want my cock, Sunbeam?” Otto smirks, taking in your naked body laid out in front of him.
“Yes! Yes please, Sir” you say eagerly.
“Only a taste” he warns, disposing of his red knitted jump and dropping his trousers and boxers, as the actuators move you into a kneeling position in front of him.
As soon as you are placed on the floor the actuators free your ankles and wrist allowing you to caress his cock before taking it in your mouth, a little at first, then half, then fully, deep throating him. Otto's head flies back in ecstasy.
“Y/N I can never get enough of you” he smiles, allowing you to carry on for a few more moments before pulling away from you, helping you get on your feet, sat back on the table edge again as his actuators start putting themselves away. He then attacks your lips again, dominating your lips and the rest of you, checking you are still wet enough before thrusting into you hard and quick. The kiss continues, you both moaning against the others lips as he thrusts in and out, slow at first, getting faster.
“He could never make you feel like this” Otto states. One hand firmly on you right hip, the other caressing your breasts.
“No one can make me feel like this Sir.” You scream. Both your hands clamped onto the side of the desk to prevent you from moving as Otto relentlessly pounds into you. You are close to coming again and Otto can tell, starting to caress your clit,
“Shit fuck, Otto!” you scream, now was not the time for sir, he needed to know you were his.
“Yes sunbeam, say my name”
“Otto, fuck, you are so fucking-“ he bites your neck cutting you off.
“Shit I am close!” Otto growls against your neck. “Come with me, let everyone know whose you are Y/N, whose you will always be”
“Otto!!” You scream as your orgasm hits. “ I will always be yours.”
Suddenly You feel Otto coming, “Mine” he pants looking into your eyes.
“Yours” you reply, nuzzling into his chest. You both rest there for a moment, naked, moulded to each other’s bodies. Suddenly a shiver comes over you.
“Are you cold?” Otto asks moving away to pull up his pants and grab your dress from where it had been thrown to on the floor.
“Just a tad chilly” you reply, throwing the dress on, before trying to get off the table to grab your panties. Otto sees what you are doing and grabs them first.
“No, I think these will stay with me, you can have them back later” he winks, stuffing them in his back pocket.
“But”
“Mine” he growls, leading you to his office chair, a big high back brown leather chair, which fits him perfectly, he sits down first then pulls you on top of him. You sit in his lap,your body so much smaller than his large frame, you snuggle up into him, you face slightly lower than his.
“I am sorry” he says sincerely. “I was jealous, and my brain betrays me just as much as yours betrays you”
“It’s ok” you say softly, reaching to caress his cheek.
“No it isn’t, I hurt you and you don’t deserve that.” He places his hand over yours and takes a deep breath. “I worry about what people would say too, a man of my age, being with someone as young and attractive as you, after all the hurt and suffering I have caused too, well I know what they would say, and I also know you could find someone better suited-”
“No.” You sternly say interrupting him. “I want you, you are best suited to me. We can do daft, we can do serious, we have shared interests, we have incredible sex and this, being in your arms? This is the best thing, I have never felt as protected, as carefree, as at home as I do in your arms Otto. I don’t care what the world thinks, I just want to feel like this forever.” He stares at you a moment in shocked silence.
“I love you” he smiles, it is time for you to be shocked.
“I love you too” suddenly comes from your mouth. You crush your lips onto his, the world around you fading, all that matters where you and him. You tongue slipping out to ask permission, which he gives, both of your tongues and lips battling, unable to get enough of each other. Suddenly he breaks the kiss all too soon for you.
“If we start this now I won’t stop, let’s go home?” He asks.
“Home?” You question, he never called his place home.
“Well” he says shyly. “If we are becoming public knowledge I was wondering if you want to move in?”
“Yes! Oh my goodness yes!” You peck his lips, multiple times.
“Okay, okay” he says, picking you up and placing you on the floor, picking up his bag and moving towards the door. “Let’s go, quicker we are home quick we can have round 2,3 and 4, we can deal with the mess tomorrow” he says looking around at the mess he had created before opening the door and pulling you along with him.
“2, 3 and 4?” You question, just managing to grab your bag as he pulls you by your work station. “You sure you can cope with that many old man” you smirk, waiting for him to react. He turns to look at your face, pulling you into a deep sensual kiss.
“Old man huh? For that we can have 5 more rounds” he smiles, leading you out of the lab.
“Hmm, 5? I could never get enough of you Otto”
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Fluff Alphabet w/ Otto Octavius
pairing(s): otto octavius x gn!reader
warnings: none, just a soft otto
A - Attractive (What do they find most attractive in a person and about you?)
Honestly, Otto finds loyalty and passion insanely attractive, he loves it when people ramble about their interests. Otto's favourite thing about you is your laugh and love for your hobbies, he greatly admires your dedication and motivation.
B - Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why Not? How big?)
I can't see him really thinking about children too much at all if im being honest, he probably views his work as his child, but he'd definitely be very eager to have a pet family with you. of course, if you desperately wanted a child he would be perfectly happy to have one with you, he's just not given it too much thought.
C - Cuddle (Do they like to cuddle? How do they like to cuddle most?)
Absolutely adores cuddling with you. his favourite is you cuddled up to his side as he wraps a protective arm around your shoulders and intertwines his free hand with yours, absent mindedly squeezing it every now and then.
D - Date (Ideal date?)
I feel like he'd be a picnic under the stars kinda guy? wine, cheese, sandwiches, the lot all while you lie down on your backs, stargazing, romantic music echoeing in the background, which he will later ask you to dance to.
E - Energetic (How energetic are they?)
Not very energetic at all, he's more of a calm loved
F - Fight (How are they in a fight?)
Pretty relaxed, but he can get a bit fidgety, so it's always a plus when he can hold onto your hand and trace cirlces on the back of it to calm himself
H - Honesty (How honest are they? Do they keep secrets?)
100% honest. absolutely no secrets except suprises for your birthday or anniversary
I - Injury (How do they react if you get injured?)
Super frantic and worried, even if it's a small injuey and somewhere in the back of his mind he knows you'll be fine, he goes out of his way to triple check that you're ok.
J - Jealousy (Are they the jealous type? How do they deal with it?)
Rarely ever jealous, he just isn't bothered by the advances of others because he knows no one could take you away from him, he's definitely protective, but never jealous.
K - Kiss (Their favorite way to kiss you?)
Quick kisses on the forehead and lips
L - Love Confession (How did they confess their love?)
Super nervous ans fidgety, but just told you straight up, took you to the side of the room and straight up confessed his undying, long-term love.
M - Mean (What are they like when they’re mean? Is it common?)
Never. Otto is never mean to you.
N - Nicknames (Do they have nicknames for you? What are their favorites for them?)
Darling, my dear, honey
O - Open (How long did it take for them to open up to you?)
I'd say a few months, he trusts you 100% from day one, he just needs to know that you're both equally comfortable to open up to eachother, hs doesn't want you to feel pressured or obligated to open up to him, just because he's perfectly fine doing it to you
P - Proposal (How would they propose? Would they propose at all?)
Over a candle lit dinner, proposes to you with some kind of cheesy proposal quote from literature. like one minute he's saying it and the next he's on one knee proposing to you, making a speech about how you're the love of his life. definitely would get your opinion on it long before though, if you're not comfortable with marriage or even slightly hesitant he'd never even consider it.
Q - Quiet (What are quiet moments like with them?)
Super peaceful and relaxed, sitting in a comfortable silence as you enjoy eachother's company. most likely reading or just in need of some down time
R - Rainy Day (What are they like in the rain?)
Adores watching the rain with you. think dark academia vibe, he'll sit inside with you cuddled up to him, staring out the window with you at the calm rain. he loves watching it and the sound of it, but isn't a big fam of being caught out in it.
S - Sad (How do they handle their sadness? How do they react to yours?)
Otto rarely gets sad, but if he does it'll be over a failed project at the lab, he tries to hide it, but gives up when he finds out how easy it is for you to notice, plus it feela better talking it through with you anyway. when you're sad he'll go full out, cuddles, constant reassurance and reinforcement that he"# always there for you.
T - Time (How long did it take for you to get together?)
Not too long like a few months, at first he's too engrained in his work to notice his developing feelings for you, but then as you start spending more time with him at the lab he falls harder and refuses to bottle up his feelings anymore .
U - Unique (What’s an interesting thing about them that not a lot of people know about?)
He's really into old texts from loke ancient mythologies, he finds the history fascinating
V - Value (What are some of the things they value most in life? value most about you?)
Values his work and your love most. out of everything about you, your patience, smile and loyalty are by far the things he values most.
W - Wildcard (random fluff headcanon)
He's a really big fan of braiding your hair, like he's practically mastered it, even if you have short hair, he'll gently braid a strand of it amd then pin it back omtonthe side of you head.
X - XO (Are they affectionate with hugs and kisses? If not, are they in other ways?)
Very, very affectionate. big pda advocate, loves to hold your hand, hug and kiss you. he will pepper kisses over your face on the walk home from work, give you a giant bear hug when you come into the lab in the mornin4if he's stayed overnight, etc.
Y - Yearn (How do they deal with yearning?)
He yearns for you all the time, he misses ypu so.much if you're not glued to his side, so to cope with it, he writes poetry. he puts his yearning to use, thr words perfectly representing how much he longs to be in your presence again.
Z - Zen (What makes them calm?)
Stroking your hair, humming his favourite song with you,! you tracing circles on his forearm all calm him down instantly.
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Winter Wonderland Dilfcember Masterlist ❄️
excited to participate in a fun, filthy, and festive dilfcember, created and hosted by the incredible @obiknights! ✨
[series playlist] | [ao3]
— Day 1: Pillow Fort
jim hopper x f!reader | rated g | moodboard + drabble
— Day 3: Baking / Messy Kitchen
obi-wan x gn!reader | moodboard | 5 sentence fic
—Day 5: Lazy Sunday
charlie swan x f!reader | moodboard | 5 sentence fic
— Day 7: Scarf Returned
modern!din djarin x gn!reader | rated g | 1.5k
— Day 9: First Snowstorm of the Season
sdv!harvey x f!reader | rated e | 3.4k
— Day 11: Movie Night
alfred pennyworth x f!reader | rated e | 2.4k
— Day 13: Bonfire
joel miller x f!reader | rated m | 1.9k
— Day 15: Matching Pajamas
alfred pennyworth x reader | rated g | drabble
— Day 17: Cabin
arthur morgan x f!reader | 5 sentence fic
— Day 19: Reading
prof!otto octavius x f!reader | rated e | 1.4k
— Day 21: Wedding
wedding date!obi-wan x f!reader | rated e | 5.1k
— Day 23: Bookstore Date
alfred pennyworth x reader | 5 sentence fic
— Day 27: Date Night In
otto octavius x gn!reader | moodboard | 5 sentence fic
— Day 29: Candles
charlie swan x f!reader x carlisle cullen | rated e | 5k
— Day 31: New Year’s Eve/Midnight Kiss
alfred pennyworth x f!reader | rated t | 2k
Thank you for reading, and hope you enjoy! 💕
#thank you for hosting Theo the prompts were so fun and inspiring!!!!#wwdilfcember#masterlist#jim hopper x reader#alfred pennyworth x reader#otto octavius x reader#obi wan x reader#charlie swan x reader#din djarin x reader#joel miller x reader#sdv harvey x reader
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dear reader - chapter 3
summary: Miguel took the reader’s love and friendship for granted. Something he learns reading her column, when it’s too late…Or is it?
ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader // matt murdock x reader
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Chapter 3
Two weeks passed, but it might as well be an entire lifetime. Edinburgh suited you very well. The cold early mornings that turned into very nice afternoons and ended with you making sure the heater was on for the night. You woke up at the dorms provided by the school, made yourself a nice Earl Grey tea, got ready and walked your way to class.
You picked a different path every day, but there was no denying that walking by Victoria Street in the Grassmarket area was your favorite way to get to university. It was just so charming: bright colored walls, cobblestones and unique shops. You had even read somewhere that it was the inspiration for Diagon Alley in the Harry Potter books. There really was something magical about that city.
A couple of mornings a week, you had a writing workshop titled “The Self and Others: translating feelings into words”, which you couldn’t even believe was a real thing. There were a few familiar faces in the class, but you were drawn to Jessica Drew, the girl you met on your first day, and a younger kid who she took under her wings called Miles Morales. The three of you would always sit next to each other. It was kind of nice.
The workshop was led by professor Otto Octavious, whose passion for writing was infectious. So much so, that your peers affectionately called him “the last romantic” behind his back.
“Today is a beautiful day to increase your word count”, the teacher joked, making the class erupt in laughter. “Usually we start the day with a discussion, but I’d like to do something a little different today.”
“Always keeping us in our toes, huh, professor?”, Miles teased.
“You know it, mr. Morales”, professor Octavious said, a smile on his face. “Most of you have been writing for a long time, so you probably have already learned about one of the biggest challenges a non fiction writer faces: most times, what happens in real life is so unbelievable, it doesn’t translate well to the page.”
The professor gets up from his chair and writes the name “Dani Shapiro” on the chalkboard. “That’s the name of one of the most prolific non fiction writers today. She has a quote about our craft that I always carry near my heart: ‘Writers are outsiders. Even when we seem like insiders, we’re outsiders. We have to be. Our noses pressed to the glass, we notice everything. We mull and interpret. We store away clues, details that may be useful to us later’.”
The room was quiet, except for professor Octavius’ voice. You could tell, even without looking to your classmates, that what he read had resonated with all of them. It was a perfect description of a sentiment you always had, but were never able to describe. You just thought there was something wrong with you. But there wasn’t. And you were not alone.
“Let that sink in for a moment”, the teacher smiled. He knew exactly how the students felt the quote deeply. “Today I’d like for us to do something different. For the next hour, I want you to write about a detail you kept to yourself for a long time. The idea is to describe it and explore the reason you shelved it into your minds for so long. It can be about anything, as long as it is meaningful to you and that you allow yourselves to dive into your own vulnerabilities.”
After the hour passed, you and your peers would share what you wrote with the rest and discuss it.
You opened a new document on your laptop, taking a deep breath. Obviously you had a whole storage of small details inside your head. But you felt uneasy, something you kept shoving to the side slowly creeping back to you. Or rather, someone.
As if reading your mind, a notification appeared in the corner of your screen. A new email from no one other than Miguel O’Hara.
Hey there, how are you? How is Scotland treating you? I hope you are drinking as many pints and visiting as many castles as you can. Congrats about the scholarship, by the way. It’s a big deal and you deserve it. I’m sorry about the whole dinner thing, I really fucked up and haven’t been a good friend to you. I’m sorry about that too. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but if you do, I promise I will do better.
Anyways, enjoy your time there as much as possible — Hobie and Pav have been complaining that you haven’t sent them pictures so far, thought you should know.
Miguel
PS: Do you remember my roommate from college I told you about? Peter B. He’s back in town and just the other day showed me an interview you did with Mary Jane Watson. It turned out really good. You always ask very thoughtful questions.
And just like that, the Miguel area of your heart exploded again.
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Dear reader,
Just the other day I was talking with my girlfriends about the romantic gestures in books, TV and movies that made us create insane expectations about love. The impromptu declarations, the running in the airport, the showing up unannounced — any decent human being knows you have to at least send the other person a text saying you are coming by.
I have always been more drawn to the caring gestures and the acts of service. Maybe because that is my own love language. There is a scene in Say Anything… (1989) where Lloyd is walking Diane, the girl he has loved throughout high school, home after a party. They are talking and he is paying so much attention to what she has to say. All of the sudden, Lloyds stops her. There were pieces of glass in her way on the floor. He kicks them to the side and keeps walking, as if it was nothing, just the way things are supposed to be. It gets me everytime.
I love to bring my friends coffee or even bake them food when they are having really intense weeks at work, helping them out with some errand or impossible shore. Sometimes I feel really silly about it. Especially when it comes to the guy . I know I shouldn’t, but when it comes to him, I feel insane.
I feel insane because I always have his favorite ice cream in my freezer and the drinks he likes in the refrigerator. In my love drunk brain, these can be excuses to ask him to come up to my apartment, to have him stay more, even if it is just for a few minutes. This is not a tip, by the way. If anything, it is a warning: seeing the person you love enjoying their favorite dessert can make you lose your mind. Be aware.
Once I planned a Fast and Furious marathon. But only from the 5th movie on, when things get out of hand and the franchise becomes something else entirely. It was a way to spend a rainy sunday with snacks and drinking games. I spent saturday cleaning the apartment and buying everything the two of us would need. Imagine my face when some of our other friends showed up as well, because he had invited them. And I love all my friends, but only wanted to spend time with him.
There is also another fictional gesture that has been stuck in my head since I was a pre teen. Before the show, the Gossip Girl books were a huge deal, and I read almost all of them. Each chapter was told from a different character's perspective and Blair’s were my favorite. When she is mourning her relationship with Nate, who was in love with Serena, Blair remembers what they had gone through together. Once, wanting to impress him, she sewed a heart pin inside the sleeve of a sweater she gifted him for a special occasion. It was a way to show him that he literally had her heart under sleeve. It was such a simple and meaningful gesture. Except Nate never noticed. Not while they were together, at least. Isn’t that always the way?
Maybe we were supposed to focus some of that energy on ourselves. The hours of disappointment for the retribution that never happens won’t come back to us.
I wish I had a more uplifting message today, but this is all I could manage. I hope you understand.
Meet you here next week. And remember: never take advice from someone who’s falling apart.
Love,
The writer
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Miguel felt anxious about your lack of response to his email. He kept trying to reason it in his mind: you were probably really busy…or you were still mad at him. He was sure the fact it took him so long to write to you didn’t help. But the constant checking of his emails and all social media and waiting for a life sign from you was exhausting. Is that what addiction felt like?
Miguel tried to distract himself by taking more workloads and secretly reading your columns. It was fascinating getting to know that side of you, and he wondered why it was so new to him. You were more reserved, of course, but never failed to be there or show interest in his life. He couldn’t remember the last conversation you had that wasn’t about him and his work. It felt horrible knowing that maybe there was a lot you wanted to talk about and he never gave you space to or asked questions about you. Miguel asked himself when he had become that person, or if he had always been that way. And what he could do to make things better, because an apology didn’t seem like enough.
He took a break from his spreadsheets to check his email inbox and social media. Nothing. So he went back to Bliss ’ archive and read another one of your older columns, the one where you wrote about romantic gestures. That last part had him so confused, he decided to ask for help. Miguel was that desperate.
“Lyla”, he called on his office phone.
“Yes, boss.”
“What is Gossip Girl?”
Lyla remained silent. Miguel was about to call the thing of, saying it was a joke, when she answered, her excited and teasing tone coming through:
“Why do you ask?”
“It’s classified.”
Lyla chuckled. She had noticed her boss had been acting weird lately, but couldn’t quite point her finger at why.
“Is it for an Alchemax project?”, the assistant tried to keep her language professional.
“It’s for…a personal one”, Miguel regretted everything, his eyes closed in embarrassment, even though Lyla was in another room.
“Okay…What exactly do you want to know about Gossip Girl?”
“Who are these people, Blair, Nate and Serena? What’s the story?”
She laughed. He should’ve known his assistant would have too much fun with it.
“Lyla…”, Miguel complained.
“Okay okay, sorry, boss, it’s just these are names I never thought I’d hear you say.”
“Just tell me the story.”
“It’s a big one, actually. The show has six seasons.”
“Does Blair end up with Nate?”
“Hell no”, Lyla scoffed. “She marries Chuck.”
“Who the hell is Chuck?”
“Nate’s best friend who, in his own twisted way, actually gave a shit about her.”
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Doc Ock X F!Reader
word count: f knows it’s long probably like 5-6k sorry lmao
You’re visited one night at work by Doc Ock himself and every memory you once had of him came swarming back; as did the untold feelings you shared for him.
warnings: 18+ so minors shoo. Ock being a bit creepy to reader, slight manhandling but nothing sinister. Nsfw, Smut, praise, dirty talk, p in v sex, restraints used by tentacles, bit angsty and a bit of fluff, cream pie, swearing, not properly proofread. One off shot, won’t do a part 2 ❤️
A/N gif by me. Request for my beautiful @itsjml - Happy belated birthday 👑 and this is my first Doc Ock fic! So I hope you enjoy you doc ock fuckers 🐙
Italics is flashback
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When the news struck about Otto Octavius robbing banks, destroying buildings and becoming the new villain of New York, you couldn’t believe it.
This was Otto, your Otto. Well, he never was but you had once or twice imagined in your silly thoughts that he could be. Funny, right? The only man to pay you any mind, only one to actually talk with you about everything and anything. And now he is gone; replaced by a villain that terrorizes the city.
When you met Otto, it was your second week into the job at Oscorp. It was Harry who initially hired you as the two of you had been friends in college and when he heard you were looking for something just to help pay rent at your small apartment, he just had a new position open up; a receptionist.
It wasn’t the glamorous job you always thought you’d have as a young, naive kid but the pay was decent. It was just a tad boring, answering emails and phone calls on a phone that you had to hold the cord in a certain place to hear the customer properly all day long.
But, you found yourself enjoying it more when you met Otto. You had seen him a few times and low-key admired the tall, slightly heavy set man from afar but it wasn’t until one storming morning you first spoke to each other.
Running towards the building in the blistering winds and heavy downfall of rain as black clouds wrapped around the city sky, you didn’t realise that in your mad sprint you had dropped the fob onto the floor.
As you went to let yourself in, you cursed as the fob wasn’t anywhere on your person.
By now, your hair was drenched, strands clinging onto your damp face and your white shirt did you the injustice of becoming transparent and showing off your dark navy bra. You didn’t even bring a coat because the forecast was supposed to be bright and sunny all week - not torrential rain.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over you and a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders and brought you close to their side. Since you were always told to be wary about foes in the city, you were about to make a swipe at them and tell them off for randomly grabbing you but as you looked at them the side profile of the Doctor you had been admiring stood at your side with an umbrella sheltering you both.
“Drop your fob, ma’am?” He questions, not taking a look at you as he pulled out his own entry device and swipes it against the door as the two of you piled into the warmth of the building.
“Uh, yeah. Looks that way.” You shudder once his arm leaves you and you turn to see him shake out the rain from his umbrella before he looks up at you and smiles. And what a charming smile he had.
You weren't sure, but you would hazard a guess that this man was trying his damn hardest not to tear his eyes away from your face to gaze at your slight state of exposure but, being the gentleman he seemed to be, he didn’t. “You’re Harry’s friend.” He says more of a statement than a question.
Stupidly looking at him all awestruck like, it was when he cleared his throat that you snapped out of your gaze and thanked your red cheeks on the cold weather rather than the embarrassment of staring at him. “Yeah, that’s me.”
“And are you enjoying working here?” He shrugs off a large coat, folding it over his arm as he escorted you over to the elevator and hitting the button.
You blink up at him, wondering why in the first place a man like him was talking to a girl like you. “I- yeah,” you said although the excitement didn’t exactly fill your tone, “it pays the bills so I can’t complain.”
“Although you do complain.” He says pointedly and your breath hitches for a second at his bold statement. He gauges your reaction and a small smirk flits onto his lips. “You must not enjoy the job if you describe it as one that only ‘pays the bills’.”
Damn, he was right.
“Ah, sorry.”
“No need to apologise,” the door slides open and the two of you step to the side to allow other workers to leave the lift before the two of you climbed in,” “what is it you would want to do instead?”
You thought for a moment and embarrassingly shrug. “I’m not sure… trying to figure it out. Although I have always liked science.”
His ears perks up at this. “What kind?”
“Kind of always liked Chemistry.” You reply nonchalantly, finally finding yourself relaxing next to this man despite the fact you were now shivering from the cold but he radiated so much warmth you didn’t even notice.
He hums. “Well, feel free to step into the lab one day. Maybe you could find a interest in Nuclear Fusion.” The elevator pings and he steps out, giving you a quick nod. “It was a pleasure to meet you…?”
You tell him your name to which he repeats, storing it in the back of his mind. “I’m Otto.”
And that was a year ago, six months before the horrible incident of when his experiment went wrong.
You took time off work after that, not being able to face the damage that had been caused to the building, to him… it was all too much. Especially when you heard about the hospital and how those monstrous actuators basically took control over him. You had not seen him since and if you were being honest? Despite the heart wrenching realisation that you did develop feelings for him, you were glad he was gone.
Until he wasn’t.
You came back to work three months later and resumed your position as a receptionist. Despite how close you got to Otto and how you had once been by his side when conducting his science experiment, you couldn’t go back into that lab. Despite everything he taught you, showed you and shared with you… it was not worth the recurring memories of what could have been.
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You didn’t know how long you had been staring gormlessly at your computer monitor but the digital time displayed 02:03AM and you should have been at home four hours ago. You told Harry you had emails to respond to and to catch up with missed data logs which wasn’t entirely a lie but for some reason, something in your gut was telling you to stay a little later than normal.
The reception area was dark, your desk lamp and the flickering light of your monitor being the main source of light. Well, aside from the toenail shaped room and the city lights below you. You stand, stretching your legs and back in the process and glimpse out of the window, taking in the night sky.
You were unsure but you swore you heard a faint thumping from beneath your feet, as if something had just collided into the building below but nothing else followed after that. So, you decided to call it a night.
You packed your things away, grabbed your coat and bag and made your way to the lift and hit the green button and waited patiently for it to hit the 22nd floor.
But then you heard it, the thumping noise again.
Swiftly, you turn and gaze at your desk and the window behind it, your heart beat increasing as the thumps get louder and louder and louder with each second, the glass shaking.
You didn’t know what it was, nor did you want to so you hit the button again repeatedly as if it would bring you to safety even faster but then the noise stopped as soon as the lift pinged open. You stared at the reception for a few more seconds, sucking in a deep inhale and settled that it was just your tired mind playing tricks.
Ring… ring…. ring…
Your heart jumped at the sudden sound of your desk phone ringing. Who would be calling Oscorp at this time of night? You fought down the panic that was rising in you and stepped towards your desk as the droning sound of the phone ringing carried on and on until you were in front of it, watching it shake in its holder.
Taking a deep breath, you grabbed the phone and lifted it to your ear but you didn’t dare speak first. Instead, you heard the sound of wind and laboured breaths. A moment of anxiety later, you took the plunge. “Hello?”
“Hello sweetness… do you want to let me in?” That voice, you knew that fucking voice. It couldn’t be him, if he wanted to come in he would have by now.
“Who’s this? What do you want?” You hiss, trying to sound as threatening as you can but your wavering voice said otherwise.
The man chuckles and says two dreaded words. “Turn around.”
Your back stiffened, eyes tightly shutting but you refused to obey his order. Your eyes landed on the open elevator and then glanced towards the fire exit.
Now, should you run into a concealed box where he could easily just snap the wires or to 22 sets of stairs where he could gain on you in a matter of seconds? Either way, you’re pretty much doomed.
It only took you a matter of seconds to decide your answer as you dropped the phone and made a run for it. Your legs carried you as far as the fire exit door before the sound of smashing glass erupted from behind you and something strong, metallic and large wrapped it’s way around your torso and brought you right back.
The howling of wind filled your ears but you tried to drown it out by the sounds of your screams as you’re hoisted out of the building's window and hanging over the street below.
“Well, I did tell you to let me in.”
Eyes meeting your capturers, your heart pangs at the sight of the villain in front of you; Doc Ock as they now call him.
“Let me go… p-please.” You whimper, your fingers grasping onto the claw that hugged around your body like a trap. But this only earned a sinister chuckle from the man who was hovering in front of you, his other three tentacles holding him up by gripping onto the building.
“You sure you want me to let you go? Right here?”
You look down and quickly shake your head at the realisation. “N-no!”
You couldn’t see his eyes, hidden behind a pair of tinted sunglasses but you could almost imagine the mischief in his eyes. A rare sight when he wasn’t… when he was Otto.
“Shall we have a coffee? We have much to discuss?” It was more of a statement than anything as he already lowered you back into the safety of the building but that safety was soon broken as he followed behind you.
He placed you down, your feet crunching against the shattered glass on the carpeted floor but you didn’t complain except for a small hiss when his claw tightened ever so slightly against you.
He noticed. “Are we hurting you?”
You decided maybe honesty was the best way to go about this horrible situation and nod. “A-a little.” You stammer and to your relief, the claw loosens but still doesn’t let you go. You tried to ignore how he said ‘we’.
“Now, about that coffee.”
He helps guide you towards the small coffee unit, your hands shakily grabbing a cup and placing it under the machine and hitting the button to pour himself one. Black. His favourite.
Once done, you turn but you don’t quite meet his gaze as you hand it towards him, avoiding the burning sensation as the coffee trickles over the rim and onto your fingers as you shake.
He takes it from you with the use of his top-left tentacle and arches a brow your way. “You not having one?”
“Not thirsty.” You mumble your response and instead listen to the sound of him slurping his drink.
“Surprised you remembered how I liked my coffee.” He comments, moving towards your desk and rummaging through the papers as you’re practically dragged his way.
“Surprised you remember who I am.” You bite back bravely but tense as he drops a heavy load of papers back onto your desk, one of the actuators circling around you before snipping in front of your face as if to mock you. You whimper and gaze down at your feet.
Doc Ock moves towards you, pulling his sunglasses away from his face. “How could I forget you? One of my best workers?” He teases, looking you up and down and you swore he licked his lips as he did. “But what are you doing now? Acting as a receptionist again?”
You couldn’t help but be captivated by his eyes. Despite that the warmth, the kindness and the softness of his eyes had gone… they were still his eyes. Still beautiful, still intoxicating and still powerful.
“After what happened… I couldn’t set foot in that lab. It changed me. Was off work for months.” Your reply was a little hoarse - maybe you should have grabbed a drink.
“I noticed.” He says casually. “I never saw you enter the building for a while.”
Your skin trickles with goosebumps and your blood slightly boils. “You’ve been stalking me?”
“Well if you put it that way…” he says with a roll of his tongue, taking a seat behind your desk whilst you were positioned in front of it with your hands bound by your side, still captured.
“Why me? What are you even doing here?” You found your voice more as you stared at the man you once knew, only just now realising he donned a long dark trench coat with no shirt underneath. His skin slightly red from the bitter cold outside but you couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like to touch-
“I need access to the lab. And since I saw that someone was here and it just so happened to be you, I knew you would do me the lovely honours of letting me in.” His hands clasped together, breaking you out of your thoughts about his large chest and your eyes met his, narrowing at his bold eagerness.
“I will do no such thing!” You thrash a little in the claw that kept you captive, “You don’t work here and I’m a respected worker so if I were you, I’d just turn around and hop out that window and go back to living your life as a creepy hermit elsewhere before I call the police!”
That sounded so much better in your head.
Your chest was heaving at your outburst, a sense of dread slowly filling the awful silence in the room as Octavius stared across at you with no emotion on his face. He sighs, leans back on the chair and hoists you up so fast you feel a jolt in your stomach as he brings you close to him, feet hovering over the ground.
“Nice try sweetheart… but I’m going to need the access codes to that lab. And you will give them to me one way or the other.” His voice was dark now, a sinister tone purring down your ear. You could feel the warmth of his breath but you were not weak; not anymore.
“No.”
He was reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigar when you gave your adamant answer. His already hooded eyelids narrow some more and he says nothing for a moment and let’s one of his tentacles strike a match against your desk and lights the cigar for him.
“You should watch that mouth of yours… you’ll get into trouble.” He says before taking a deep inhale of his cigar and for some reason you said the most ridiculous thing you could:
“You should see what else my mouth can do.”
He splutters on his drag and pulls you away from him for a second, almost showing courtesy to not cough in your face.
“What did you just say?” He lowered his voice and sat up on the chair, a lone tentacle coming towards your face and tilting your chin up as you had looked away, embarrassed.
“N-nothing, sorry I just… I want to go home Otto.”
“Doctor.”
“… I want to go home Doctor.”
He pulls you near once more but this time, the claw wrapped around you is removed allowing you to stand by yourself. However, your knees shook violently as the ground is presented to your feet and you almost fall but the infamous Doc Ock was swift in his movements to catch you. Two of his mechanical arms taking a surprisingly gentle hold this time on your forearms and bringing you towards him.
That would have been fine and you almost thanked him but it stunned you as he didn't stop bringing you forwards until you were practically in his lap with your legs draped over his thick thighs. “And I’ll let you go sweetness… after you give me the codes.”
You were too shocked to speak for a moment, just staring at him with wide-eyes as he took a slow inhale of his cigar once more and almost seductively slowly puffed the smoke in your face. You tried your best not to inhale but with something so intoxicating like that? You couldn't stop the sudden heat that hit your core as everything overtook your senses. You awkwardly replied.
“I’ll lose my job. Y-you knew how much I needed this job.” You had to plead to him this time, your eyes shone with worry as you stared straight into him as his soul stared back. It was as if you were trying to jolt his memory back and for him to remember you and how the two of you were close.
“Do you remember Halloween?”
The question shocked you but you remembered; of course you remembered. You had dressed as a devil and he was dressed as a mad scientist, of course, with wild hair but that wasn’t the most memorable thing about that night. After too much to drink, you had both found yourselves alone and close; very close. To the point you almost kissed. But you two got interrupted and you both never spoke of it again to much of your heartache.
“Yes.” You reply timidly, fingers lacing through the string on your coat as if it was the most interesting thing in the room.
“I often…” it was as if it was paining him to speak, as if he was trying to fight back his prolonged anger and malice, “I often wonder what it would have been like to kiss you.”
Subconsciously, you chew on your lower lip and gaze up at him. His face had softened, the claws that were so tense before had fallen a little and he was looking at you like you were art. “I… I didn’t know if you liked me.”
“You were one of the best colleagues I had… of course I liked you.”
“No I mean like… y’know. I didn’t want to tell you how I felt because of rejection.” You whisper, carefully lifting your hand and placing it against his cheek and for a second he froze up, jaw clenching and eyes shining with hate as you did but as your thumb swiped over his rough skin he let out a jagged exhale and closed his eyes.
“Y/N… I would never have rejected you.”
This was wrong. You knew it was but here he was, the man you had longed for for so long. He was different in so many ways; violent and malicious but deep down there was your Otto.
You smile a little and ever so slightly lean closer to him as he slowly raised his cigar, allowing it to be plucked away from his fingers,
“Good - because I hope you don’t reject this.” Your voice became a sweet whisper as your lips fell to his and you waited a moment, an agonizing moment as you tested the waters until you felt the lush sensation of him kissing you back. It didn’t last long until he pulled away for a second, searching your face for any sign of repulsiveness but nothing but longing and adoration came through.
He had waited for this moment just as much as you had and so his lips scorched against yours, large hands claiming your waist as he brought you flush against his chest.
The wind howled violently as the two of you embraced one another, the winter storm picking up but that didn’t stop the kiss getting more heated. Hands roamed through his hair and gently tugged against the soft curls on his head.
“Gods, do you feel what you do to me, pet?” Another nickname added to the list, you moaned into his mouth as the friction of his clothed cock pressed against your dampening pants.
You had managed to shove your coat off your shoulders and onto the ground which allowed the Doctor to manoeuvre a hand up your shirt, teasingly.
“D-Doctor,” you whisper as you lavish in the feeling of his warm hand against your stomach.
You nibble on his lower lip, a grunt erupting from the back of his throat as you manage to slide your tongue in against his own whilst he kept caressing at your skin until he became impatient.
With both hands, he tore your white shirt open, buttons scattering among the floor as he pulled away from your lips to admire your chest. “Fuck… been wondering what you looked like since the first day I saw your dripping wet shirt when we met.”
You blush profusely, gushing at how he remembers your first yet embarrassing meeting. “Does it meet your expectations?” You purr seductively, making the villain glance at your eyes and then back down at your chest, slipping the shirt from your shoulders. His tentacles did him the favour of gently pinching at your bra strap on each side and slides them down your arms whilst a third unclasps it at the back. Beautifully, your bra drops into his lap and Otto had to take a second.
Tongue licking at his lower lip, you couldn't entice him with any more words as he had viciously bent down and attacked your breasts. A throbbing sensation travels down to your cunt as his tongue swirls around one nipple whilst a hand gropes at the other.
"F-Fuck!" You seethe through gritted teeth, head arched back as he assaulted your chest which filled you with so much desire.
He moaned breathlessly against you and your hands found themselves on the the lapels of his coat, gently tugging at it.
Otto moved back and cocks an eyebrow at you. "Are you sure you... want to see me?" There was a hint of something in his tone, insecurity maybe? You offer him a soft smile and nod.
"Yes, I want to see you Otto."
His name rolling off your tongue did something to him. For so long he had just been referred to as 'Doc Ock' or something foul written about him in the Bugle. So, to hear his name properly for the longest time made the racing voices in his mind freeze as all he could think about was you. And you being underneath him.
It was a blur from then on.
You wasn’t sure when or how you were displayed stark naked on the reception desk with a list-driven Otto hovering over you. The bulge in his pants was evident and as he pulled down your pants and undergarments with your pussy glistening just for him, he let out a low chuckle at the sight.
“Look at you… perfect.” He compliments as he palmed himself over his slacks.
Gushing over his compliment, two tentacles reach for your hands and pins them over your head, scratching against the wooden surface meanwhile the other two hold your thighs and spread them wide open so you were in an undignified spread-eagle position for him.
Warm hands trail up the inside of your legs until a lone finger gentle rests between your folds, collecting the sparkling slick on his finger and bringing it up to wards his mouth. “Tastes perfect too.” He moans as he collects it into his mouth and pulls his finger out with a astounding pop.
Speechless, you felt your thighs quiver as he began to pull himself free, length thick in girth and pooling precum at his tip. “See, I would finger the fuck out of you to loosen you up my pet…” Doc lowers himself to you, both hands resting on the table either side of your head, his tip pressing against your entrance. Teasing and agonising you.
“But?” You manage out, gazing into his blown eyes.
“My cock would be better.”
And with a resounding thrust, he pushes into you making you a mewling mess underneath him.
Your back arches as your sex alters around his length, allowing one of his arms to snake under you and keep you flush against his chest. The metallic device wrapped around his waist dug into your stomach but it was nothing quite like the protruding cock that was wedged inside you.
You wanted to close your legs to clamp yourself around him but his tentacles had other ideas, holding you open even more as he slowly began to rock into you.
“This okay?” He hissed, his softness seeping through for just a moment as he notices the slight discomfort framing your face.
“Yeah.” You reply, breathless but relax into his embrace. You so wish you could cup his cheek and bring his lips down to you but due to the constriction you couldn’t.
It was only seconds later when he began to pound into your, his rhythm relentless as your wanton moans filled the room.
His grunts was like music to your ears, eyes trained on your chest as your breasts heaved up and down with every thrust. “You like this don’t you? Naughty girl.” He cooes sinisterly, a flesh hand holding onto your hip with his nails gently biting into your skin.
“Mhm.” You managed out but this wasn’t good enough for the incredible Doctor.
“Use your words, pet. Let me hear you say it.” He ordered, the hand on your hip now moving up to cup your left breast as he maintained his movement, his cock now soaked from your juices as his fingers pinched the hardening nipple.
Your eyes fluttered closed and you chewed on your lower lip hard. “S-so good. Need more.” Breath ragged as you became a panting mess under him.
“More, huh? Alright.” He slowed his movements and you almost protested that he should stop teasing you and fuck you harder but the hand that was underneath your back moved so his fingers pinched at your swollen clit.
Eyes now wide and blown with sexual desire, you moaned like a whore at the friction as he then began to slam into you at a excruciating pace, tentacles on your thighs tightening their grip as the desk began to squeak at the movement.
You weren’t going to last long and neither was he, you could tell as his hips began to jitter and movements began to slow but that didn’t stop him. “You going to cum for me sweetheart, hm? You want me to cum for you?” He hissed through gritted teeth, eyes dark and peering down on you with your hand above your head still.
“Yes! Fuck yes, please make me cum! I n-need your cum inside me!” You pleaded him, squirming under his hold as his finger against your clit began to throb relentlessly as you felt yourself begin to hit your desirable high.
Then it hit you like a car crashing through a wall; your body convulsed as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, stars blurring your vision as you came all over his cock.
Otto was too stunned to speak, watching you in awe as you twitched before him, your juices mixing with his as he pooled himself inside you. Sweat dripped down the side of his head, chest rising as he tried to capture his breath.
“Easy, now.” He utters as the tentacles that once pinned your hands set you free and you shakily bring them to your face and wince at the red indent marks they caused.
“Did we hurt you?” He asked to which you shake your head, still slightly cock dumb because it did hurt.
“No,” you said softly, catching your breath back as you watched the filthy motion of him backing up and his now softened cock leaking out of you and creating a mess on the table. You hid your embarrassment and glanced away but Otto already saw and tsked.
“Nothing to be shy about… you did well for me.” He purred as he kindly offered you a tissue that a tentacle retrieved from the floor after your fuck sesh since everything you owned ended up down there.
His hold on your thighs also vanished as he began to dress himself and you swiftly did too, cheeks burning red.
You couldn’t believe that just happened and by the slight tinted redness on the tips of his ears, neither could he.
Once you were suitably dressed, hair still a little mad and messy, Otto turns to you and folds his arms over his chest and let out a sigh. “Now, the codes.”
Your heart sunk a little. “W-wait, what?” Had you really let your guard down that bad? Had it really just been a ploy for him to soften you up a bit in the hopes you’d crumble and just give them to him? You felt fucking sick.
Otto placed his sunglasses back over his eyes, secretly trying to hide the disgust in himself. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
You stared at him in disbelief, eyes becoming a glistening mess as you slowly nodded and accepted defeat. “Right, sure.” You manage to muster as you moved around your mess of a desk and logged into the computer.
Otto waited, watching as you briefly turned away and wiped a stray tear from your eye and that was enough for him.
As you were about to hit print on the codes, a claw slammed against the monitor and sent it flying across the room making you squeak at the sudden impact and stumble back.
“Stop. Just… stop.” He sighed again, running a hand through his hair in frustration before moving towards you. “I don’t want this to appear that I have taken advantage of you. I didn’t come here…” he trailed off, seeing the frightened and confused look in your eye and even then you still looked beautiful, “I didn’t come here to take advantage of you.”
You just stared, words caught in your throat although you weren’t entirely sure what you could reply to him with. “W-what about the codes?” You stutter and he shakes his head.
“I’ll retrieve them a different way. I don’t want to be painted as a worser monster than I already am.” A stride of bitterness shot through him but not at you, at himself.
“You’re not a monster-.”
“Shut up!” He snapped and you flinched back but an tentacle quickly shot round your back and pressed against you as Otto didn’t like how close you were getting to the broken window and so pulled you closer. “Just… shut up Y/N.” He said quietly this time, chills running down his arms as he noticed the soft gaze on your features.
“I’ll come back for the codes when you’re not working.” He let’s you go and moves around you to exit through the window he rudely smashed and came in through.
“Will I see you again?” You asked quickly before he could leave. He looks over his shoulder at you, analysed your face and felt the strange feeling of butterflies churning in his stomach as a look of hope crossed your features.
He turns to you properly and takes a small step towards you and ever so gently leans in and presses his lips to your forehead. “I’ll be back again for you.”
#doc ock X you#nahoney22 writes#otto octavius#otto octavius x f!reader#not sw related#doc ock smut#doc ock one shot#spiderman 2
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Could you write an Otto Octavius x reader after he switches bodies with Peter Parker? Perhaps the reader was Peter's girlfriend before Otto took his body? I've never seen anyone writing something like this, let alone about the superior octopus
Of course! I've actually thought about writing this dude for some time. I think you might have meant superior Spiderman, as superior octopus is a whole other character. But if you want me to write about him, I will try to >< I LOVE turning big serious baddies into soft loving bois ❤️❤️❤️ this superior Spiderman is not really stated which version it could be, it could be comic version or raimi movies version, you can picture whichever uwu~
Superior Spider-Man (Otto) X Reader
You were laying on your boyfriend’s lap, as he was rubbing circles on top of your head, calming you down after a bad scare. What happened, was that simply put, instead of webbing up criminals for the police to get like he usually did, he had nearly crushed the man’s skull open, before he had to save you from other gang members who trued to assault you. That spider sense of his was really something.
Well, this actually wasn’t your boyfriend. It was the villainous Doctor Octopus, who you knew had came up with several wicked schemes and has kidnapped you plenty of times. Sure, he always treated you well for some strange reason, but seeing him act more kinder and lovingly to you was always considered abnormal. You knew he might have been only pretending, and maybe in his plan to be better than Peter. Truly evil.
“Dear.” You heard the possessed man say. “What would you like to eat today? I’ll make you anything you want today, I’ll make it up to you.” He said. “I know I shouldn’t be this reckless, but the thought of being better than the boy is…thrilling.” He said. “I don’t know.” You told him. “Do whatever you want, but I wanna stay like this a little longer.” You shifted around, and made his hand gently press on your forehead.
“You know, if you wanted to, you could crush my head on the bare ground, and run around and not have to take care of me.” You said to the man. “You don’t have to be so worrisome around me.” He sighed, and picked you up and sat you next to him. “Oh, honey. Don’t say that.” He said before giving your neck a kiss. “I care for you more than you think.” The mad scientist turned hero then stood up to go to the kitchen. You followed him over to the kitchen as you sat on the table, watching him dig around the pantry and the fridge, looking for something to make. “Would you prefer something fancy, homey, or junky?” He said, pulling out frozen steaks. “I don’t know.” You replied. “Hm. Steak and potatoes it is, then.” He said, and he went to go prepare dinner. You felt…odd.
Sure, you loved Peter and he loved you back, but you also had feelings for the doctor as well. He was cruel, sure, but he always was a gentleman around you. You knew that his intentions were tricky to uncover, and his intellectual nature also aided in covering up his intentions. Did he actually love you? Or was all this a ruse? You didn’t know. He treated you less like a hostage and more of an actual partner.
“My princess, your dinner is served.” He said. You looked up from the floor, and you didn’t realize how much time had changed. “Ah. Pete- Otto. Thank you.” You said and he held his hand out for you and guided you down from the table and to your seat. You stared at the man who was eating his own dinner. Sure, he visually looked like Peter, it was him alright, but then again, he was also Otto. You figured it out yourself through research and by his behavior. It was obvious.
“Honey, are you alright? You haven’t touched your dinner yet.” He said. “Oh, I don’t know.” You replied. “I just, kinda surprised that the big mean Doctor Octopus is being so kind to me, even after winning, taking Peter’s body.” You said, picking at your food with the fork. “I can’t really understand it all either.” Otto replied. “I had some…rather clam-like feelings for you as well.” He said. “I thought, only by acting out as Peter would probably fool you, but as it Turns out, you found out, darling.”
“Well…I was originally interested in May, to be honest with you. Going after one of Peter’s most close ones felt good, wasn’t it? She was around my type, but then I found out who Peter Parker loved. It was you. Then, those feelings for May, they started dissipating into something else, for you. I could not live with myself treating you like a simple hostage. I had to show you, I meant no harm to you, and treated you like how Peter treated you. He was so kind to you, so I decide to do the same.” He said. “Eventually, those feelings blossomed Into…love.”
“What do you mean?” You asked, a little in disbelief, before he scooted closer to you on the dinner table.
“It means, I love you, (Y/n). Honestly and truly.”
You smiled shortly after processing these thoughts. “Sorry, if I sounded…rude to you earlier. I just couldn’t comprehend…” You said bashfully, and he put his arm around you. “It is fine, darling. You really didn’t sound like you hated me too much, you sounded neutral, but not really too trusting. I’m glad that such a kind girl could figure me out so fast.” He said. “You could use those skills to really help me out. Now…” He glanced over at your food. “Go ahead and eat. I don’t want my sweet to starve.”
You did so, and after dinner, it was back to the couch, having nice cuddling sessions again. “Oh, Otto…” You said, and he was laying down, holding you with him. “There, there, sweetie. It’ll be fine.” You smiled. “I’m glad. I hope that you stay like this…and maybe get to become a better person, and don’t pull off anything to extreme, okay?” You said to him, and he smiled down at you, kissing your head. “Don’t worry dear. I promise.”
“Protecting you is my top priority”
#spider man#doc ock#doctor octavius#doctor octopus#otto octavius#doc ock x reader#doctor otto octavius#doc ock x you#doctor octopus x reader#superior spider man#peter parker#villains turned into soft bois...#uwu <3#fluff
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The Scent on your coat P4
Summary: You reflect on your life choices, and despite your wants, Life had other plans for you.
Otto Octavius x F!Reader
Words: 2k
Warnings: NS/FW Subjects, No Doc in this Chapter (or is there) but building to the next part, mentions of emotional Reader, heartbreak, yearning for things you can’t have.
Ao3 Fic Link for previous parts, or on my masterlist!
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“I've only ever wanted you.” You repeated into the silence of your apartment, barely listening to the news that played on tv. Images of various villains flittered on the screen, your eyes falling on the one face you couldn’t stop seeing behind your eyelids. You shut the tv off with a huff, eyes watering at the whole mess.
Hands slinging your blanket over your back, you bundled yourself up and sat in bed, pulling your other blanket over your legs and feet. You couldn’t even begin to find the correct words for just how much you had missed Otto.
Even after all this time, Otto remained as handsome as he had been the last time you had seen him all those dreadful months ago. His soft brown hair that shined red in the sunlight, his gorgeous brown eyes that used to always seek you out in a crowd.
You sighed, replaying his words in your mind. Did he mean everything he had said? He had never been a liar, that you knew…
For weeks after his accident, you had thought him dead. For months, you had listened to the radio and new outlets, slandering his work and very career once he had emerged, tentacles and all, turning to a life of crime.
How long had you mourned him, mourned the fragile friendship you had had together, mourned his work but most importantly, mourned your love for him? It had taken weeks, months even, to finally be able to step back into this laboratory and work, and not be pitied by every living soul here.
They had all known of your deep and dark secret, the love you had held so dear for the Scientist, but stayed silent.. all except for one.
Peter Parker. Sweet Peter Parker, always there for you no matter, always asking if you needed help or a shoulder to cry on, always asking how you were holding up with everything.
It had been Peter, of all people, who had saved you from the endless internal darkness that had started to consume you slowly but surely, depression sinking its claws into you and pushing you towards dangerous thoughts.
He, who had asked you if you wanted to go see a movie together. He, who had walked you home every night afterwards, only ever smiling and offering his arm whilst you tried to say it was okay.
He, who had tentatively asked you if you wanted to be his girlfriend that one summer night after a quiet walk, knowing full well how your heart held a part of itself for another.
It was he, who had kissed your lips, reassuring you that he understood what it felt like, having already lost the love of his life too.
And so, telling yourself that maybe this was what you needed to finally forget Octavius, you had given him a chance; slowly taking your time together and learning about one another, becoming closer and closer by the passing day.
Peter’s secret identity hadn't been kept from you long after you noticed Spiderman arriving at your Oscorp to walk you home, just like Peter did. He had practically fallen off a building when you asked out loud if he was done stalking you like a creep, his laugh echoing softly in the noisy New York streets.
“Aren’t you afraid a villain will come and kidnap me Pe- Spiderman?” You had asked him, grinning even though your heart clenched at the idea of *one* villain kidnapping you. Thoughts like those were burned and shooed away, trying to focus on the good and kind man that loved you.
“Don’t worry, Ill always protect you Y/N.” He assured you with a whisper, bowing his head as you stepped inside your shared apartment complex.
You had come to love him too, in a way, over time.
Your first time together was the moment you realized your heart was irreparable; Peter’s hands were on your hips, holding you softly as he fucked you but in that moment, another man’s name found itself on your lips, a name all too familiar to you, trying to make its way out and into the air between you. You hadn’t let it, swallowing both it and your shame down, sorrow coursing through you as Peter called out your name.
A few days later, on an early September day, as you turned away from the amazing view from your apartment window, the wind blowing your hair from your face, you had felt it; Nervous energy in the air, shudders wracking your body.
Peter Parker asked you to marry him on the same balcony moments after.
No amount of preparation would have ever prepared you for the absolute heartbreak you had felt as the man before you wore bruises shaped like claws, deep cuts and barely fading scars, crooked grin smiling up at you with a ring in hand, waiting.
“I know I’m not him, and you aren’t her, but I'd like to love you for the rest of my life.”
You had sobbed under the loud noise of the shower until the water turned cold, and after.
Though now, sitting here alone in your living room, you wondered why life sought to hurt you so.
Soon you would be married to a sweet man who loved you, adored you, and all fantasies of the tall Doctor Octavius would have to be forgotten and erased.
You sighed again, burying your face into your blanketed hands, trying to will yourself to stop feeling this way. Peter deserved someone who loved him with all their heart, not someone who craved another and had let said man eat them out in their previous work place.
A knock sounded at your front door and you frowned, standing, wrapped in your blankets still, to answer.
Would it be possible… that he would come? Would he knock on the door, or simply open it, hands seeking you out and untying your robe, touching what he had already accidentally claimed?
As you turned the handle and opened the door, your inner shame grew, eyes landing on the smiling face of your best friend Allie.
“Thought Id come see how the bride-to-be was feeling! How- Oh my god Y/N what's wrong?” Allie said in a rush as she saw tears form in your beautiful eyes, stepping inside in a hurry to comfort you. You could barely let out a sob, let alone words, arms wrapping around the woman.
“Y/N, babydoll, what's going on? You can talk to me, you know that right? Nothing leaves this room, only between you and me.” Your best friend whispered, holding you tightly.
She pulled away, arms still wrapped around you but just enough to see your face, and you knew she had figured it out, knew she had pieced it together. “Oh, Y/N… It’ll be okay, it’ll go away.”
What Allie failed to know though, was that you didn’t want it to go away, still feeling his soft but firm fingers holding your thighs and ankles, kisses laid against your skin.
You didn’t want your love for Otto Octavius to disappear, just like the words of love and adoration groaned along your thighs and core, expressive brown eyes seeking yours out in desperation. Desperate for what, you still didn’t know, but it made your heart race, thinking that the renowned Doctor Octavius and villain Doctor Octopus wanted to see you reach ecstasy by his hand and his alone, desperate for only his name to find itself on your tongue.
And you felt even more horrible for it.
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Allie held you close, blankets wrapped around the both of you as she flicked through channels on TV.
“Want to talk about it?” She whispered, eyes still trailed on the TV but you knew her attention was solely on you.
What was there to say in a situation like this?
“No.” You croaked out, snuggling closer against her in an effort to forget everything, forget the outside world, forget the fact that the very man you wanted most of all was also somewhere out there. You weren’t surprised when Allie sighed, the sound of the TV shutting off. She laid down beside you, worried eyes gazing back at you.
“You know, it's not…” Allie paused, breath caught in her throat at the sight of you.
“It's not abnormal for marriages to be cancelled.” She continued, her eyes flickering over your face for a sign that you were understanding her meaning. You could barely breathe as she waited, the implication of her words sounding out.
“Allie thats- Peter, he-“ you tried, heart breaking at the idea of telling Peter you could no longer marry him. Allie, the beautiful thing she was, faked a gag and rose up, sitting beside you.
“Y/N, forget Pete for the moment okay? He doesn’t exist right here, right now.” She started, turning back towards your surprised visage with a finger pointed at you.
“I will always be here for you. I know you aren’t happy… I just want you to know that it’s never too late to cancel anything.”
You cried that night, silently into your pillow, never acknowledging the words she had spoken. Allie remained with you for the next few days, never uttering another word of the subject she had begun, helping you instead prepare for your wedding.
That night, you dreamt of large hands pulling you close and whispers of love pressed against your breast, heartbeat steady as he asked the one thing you could never lie about:
“Do you love me, Y/N? Me, and only me?” He whispered, lips moving against your collarbone, heated kisses following his words.
“I've only ever loved you.” You whispered back and watched the Otto before you smile, his hold turning bruising.
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New York, even at night, was never silent. Noises could be heard everywhere and anywhere, people out and about, some heading home and some heading out.
Allie liked the hustle and bustle of the town, always eager to find a new Hole-in-the-wall type of bar or restaurant to get drunk in, and tonight, after saying she wanted to make you feel better with sushi, hadn’t been any different. She hummed under her breath and dutifully followed you back to your apartment, the both of you enjoying each other’s presence.
Convenience store bags in hand, you looked back at Allie as she wobbled, her steps mismatched, a half empty beer can in hand.
“Come on Al, we're almost there!” You laughed, watching her try to Hopscotch along the street. She stopped, eyes wide and smile even wider, throwing the beer can into the air and away from the both of you, making you cringe as it hit the ground.
“Oh my god- Was that a laugh!?” She yelled happily, the smell of beer and sake wafting off of her as she ran up beside you and held you close, arms trapped in her hold. You couldn’t help but smile at your best friend, mouth opening to chastise her for littering but you didn’t have the time; a faint melody met both your ears and Allie beamed, disentangling herself from you. You barely had time to register what song it was before she leaned away, breathing in sharply and letting loose.
“You should have bought her flowers!” She sang out, words echoing in the streets around you. Sang was perhaps too kind of a word though, as she scratchily belted out Bruno Mars lyrics.
“Shh! Oh my god Allie, shhhhhhh! Shut up!” You tried, running after her as she continued back to your apartment complex, uncaring of the people passing you by.
“You should’ve held her hand! Should’ve given her all your hours!” You barely made it in time to her, free hand rising to try and quiet her, heart racing as you imagined someone hearing-
“But now she’s marrying another man!”
Her words felt like a bath of freezing cold water, any remnants of alcohol in your system instantly evaporating.
She was right. You were, and no matter what fantasies and dreams you liked to imagine, you knew that life couldn’t continue like this, childishly hoping and wishing for another man to come sweep you up.
#allie totally not based on a real friend of mine 👀#otto octavius#doc ock#doc ock x reader#otto octavius x reader#jossambird fic#doctor octavius#minors dni#f!reader#the scent on your coat fic
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Spider Studded Reunion 💔 | T.M No Way Home miniseries P.3
Contains major spoilers for Spider-Man NWH
Read part 1, 2 & 4(final) | Marvel Masterlist
Characters & Pairings: Tobey!Peter Parker x Black Cat!reader (past romance), Andrew!Peter Parker (platonic/flirtatious), Tom!Peter Parker (platonic), Otto Octavius, Norman Osborn, Max Dillion, Curt Connors, Flint Marko, May Parker MJ Watson, Ned Leeds, Doctor Strange.
Content warnings: major angst and character death (may), spoilers for SMNWH. Descriptions of major character death. Fighting, blood, graphic depictions of violence, profanity. | female reader (she/her) | this is long-roughly 4k words
Black Cat PS4 theme | Green Goblin NWH theme
Premise: Peter Parker thought he was doing something good when he allowed six multiversal villains in his care to prevent them from dying when they return home. The problem when you try to do something good, there are often consequences. And Peter is not ready for the consequences that comes when the Green Goblin is in control.
Note: this is NOT in association with my tobey!peter x black cat!reader saga. It is a separate work. This is an idea I had while writing the original series where the reader is still the version of Felicia Hardy from tobeys universe & they had history, but unlike how their life ended up in my stories this version of black cat!reader had a different path. Also I’ve never been more excited to write a fight scene than one between Green Goblin & Black Cat. Enjoy my friends. (Also only one more part to go! And that’s where Y/n and Tobey!peter finally come face-to-face!)
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Y/n fiddled with her fingers as she sat on one of the bar stools. Her attention was on young Peter Parker explaining to Max the device he was placing on his chest. The grey arc like cure had several grey squares which turned green whenever the charge was extracted from Max.
A giggle escaped when she saw the look on Max’s face when Peter started to ramble, cutting himself off with, “You don’t need me to explain electricity to you.” There was a slight blush to his cheeks, which made the antihero laugh even more. “I’ll come back and check on that later.”
Peter stood from his seat, turning around to face Y/n—who straightened a bit when he started walking towards her with a hopeful expression. “What you got for me, little spider?” She watched him place a little shiny trinket on the countertop, brows furrowing at the sight. “What’s this supposed to do?”
It looked like a emblem one would see on a necklace. It was small and compact in the shape of a diamond. How fitting, something she used to steal. There was a slight iridescent shine to it and Y/n would’ve mistaken it for some family heirloom if she had to guess. The only thing was it was out of place compared to the necklaces she used to steal with its steel rim and tiny makeshift chain.
“This is a probability necklace,” He held it up in his palm. “You’re ability is a little harder to understand—a-and I didn’t know exactly what could’ve been the cause of it. What I do know is you’re able to alter the probability fields around you. So when you feel stressed or threatened, it causes things to happen to others disadvantage—hence your ‘bad luck charm,’” Y/n couldn’t help but smile when he lifted his fingers in quotes.
The excitement of seeing Peter in his zone while talking about science and technology was nothing new to her. She got to see it a handful of times when she was with her Peter. Part of her felt her heart sink thinking back to those memories. It was a good time in her life. With Peter.
Y/n pushed them away, focusing her attention on the Peter in front of her—this worlds Peter. He had his eyes on the ‘cure’, showing the different sides to her, “I’m still working the details of this and will run a diagnostic, but if it works then you can control the level of alterations you make. It won’t fully cure you I-I should say, but maybe it will help if you ever feel like your bad luck does more harm than you want.”
He handed the necklace to Y/n for her to inspect, seeing her intrigued glint. She let a gloved finger run along its edges, flipping the pendant over every now and then. It was small in size, not even taken up her whole palm. Definitely easy to conceal under her clothing. The woman couldn’t help but sigh though, handing it back to him and noticing his disappointed look at her expression.
“I’m sure it will work, Peter. I have no doubt you’ll find out a way for it to,” Y/n said, tone genuine, “but, Peter,” she leaned toward him so the others couldn’t hear, the teen also leaning his head. “—unlike these dudes, I don’t have some goal of power—or want to see others in pain at my hands. Well take that back, I did want my Peter,” she sighed, “-b-but I’m over that and want to do better.”
Her lips turned upward in a sad smile, the sadness reaching her eyes, “The thing is, kid, I don’t think fixing my bad luck charm is going to cure what lies ahead for me. It didn’t even work in my advantage, which is—was something new,” Her shoulders slump in defeat, not wanting to think about her impending death. “What you’re doing is great—giving us these second chances when you sure as hell don’t have to. We’re not from this world—we don’t belong here, yet you’re taking this risk.” Y/n gives him an apologetic look, “I just don’t want this to fall on you if fate ends up going the way it’s supposed to—especially for me.”
Peter was silent as Y/n talked, letting his mind think about what she was telling him. She had a point. There was no way for them to know they would spare her from death if he gave her this cure. Y/n could still end up on that construction site, fighting Eddie to protect her Peter and loosing her life in the process.
But he had to try. It’s what Spider-Man does, he helps people.
“You’re right,” he finally says with a nod, “—but you deserve a change and that’s the risk I’m willing to take. Are you up for it?”
The Black Cat thought for a moment, glancing at the cure in his hands. Peter thought she would deny him again, but then there was a smirk at the corner of her lips and Peter felt himself starting to smile.
“I’m never one to back away from a challenge, little spider. There’s no way in hell I’m stopping now.”
Time continued to pass with midnight lurking ahead. Peter was joined in the back room with Otto, Norman, and Y/n. Norman was drawing up some calculations with Otto watching from the side, and Y/n read over the blueprints for her necklace as Peter worked on the next step to make it work.
He was nearly done with it, ready to start on Flints when a chill ran up his spine. An all too familiar feeling that had him numb.
The air shifted around Peter. There it was again. The spidey-sense tingling around him, but he was unable to pin point the reason for it. His heart started to race, mind focused on what caused the feeling.
In a apartment full of villains nonetheless.
Peter stood from his chair, drawing the attention of the three in the room. Y/n was eyeing him closely, brows furrowed by the look she was seeing on the teens face. “Peter?” She softly spoke, but it was muffled as it reached his ears. Otto saw her worried look when she received no reply.
“Peter?” The man tried when Peter started to walk out of the room, the three following behind him.
“What’s wrong?” Norman could be heard in the back.
“I don’t know,” Peter finally said, exiting the doorway, “May?” He called for his aunt, seeing the remaining two in the living area.
The older woman came down the stairs, waving an bundle of sage around her. “What is it, Peter?” Now all present in the apartment had gathered around Peter. The teen hadn’t said anything else, and was looking between them with unease.
“What’s happening?” Flint asked from the side, noticing how Peter snapped his head towards him. The teen turned to each member, the sweat beginning to coat at his forehead. Y/n and Otto stood next to each other, the Black Cats eyes closely on Norman when he started to move away from them and toward Dum-E.
Something in her gut told her something bad was about to happen.
May had moved passed the woman, leaning against the wall leading to the back room and the two shared a look before turning their attention back to Peter.
“Why you looking at me like that?” Max said with a suspicious gaze.
Peter looked away from him, connecting his eyes on Y/ns briefly before closing them. He let his instincts talk to him. They were beginning to heighten, starting to feel overwhelming as the seconds ticked by. Everyone stayed silent, the anxiety filling the air slowly until it came to a climax when Peters eyes snapped open and his hand raised.
Normans hand was webbed against Dum-E causing all eyes to turn to him. Y/n felt a chill on her spine, realizing what Peter was sensing. The suspicion was confirmed when Normans usual vulnerable manner had shifted to something more menacing.
“That’s some neat trick, that sense of yours.”
“Norman?” Otto voiced concerned.”
“Norman’s on sabbatical, honeyyy.”
Max was taken aback, “The hell?” He thought the scientist lost his damn mind. Well, he was right on that. Norman did lose his damn mind, because it wasn’t Norman Osborn standing before him.
“The Goblin,” Peter whispered, feeling his stomach drop. This was the first time he was actually face to face with the mad man. The altercation between them on the bridge had been prevented with the help of Strange.
Now there would be no help from the sorcerer. He was on his own.
“Shit,” Y/n mumbled, giving Peter and May a look, who also shared one and Y/n pushed May in the direction of the room away from Normans eyes. This was not about to have a happy ending. And anyone who had been there to witness the Green Goblins mayhem would know that.
“No more darker half?—did you really think that I’d let that happen?” Y/n kept her eye close on May as she backed away into the room. “That I’s let you take away my power just because you’re blind to what true power can bring you?”
“You don’t know me,” Peter glares at him, but the Goblin just smirks—aware he was getting under the teens skin.
“Don’t I? I saw how she trapped you.” Y/n saw May return in the corner of her eye, pillowcase in hand containing the cures. “—fighting her holy moral mission.”
May had fully emerged and was beside Y/n, flinching when the Cat took her arm to gently push her behind so Y/n was standing in front. Norman was glaring, ignoring the challenging look in Y/ns eyes. “We don’t need you to save us. We don’t need to be fixed! These are not curses, they’re gifts.” Now Max and Flint were having second thoughts hearing the Goblin rant. Y/n however, was not on board.
And it was only a matter of time before all hell broke loose.
“You need to get out of here,” she whispered to May, “Now.”
“Norman, don’t—” Otto tried to reason with the scientist but it was to no avail.
“Quiet, lapdog. And you—,” Y/n shivered and turned back to face the man, seeing how his hard glare was now directed at her. “You’re a fool to think this would change anything. You sacrificed yourself to a man who threw you away like dirt—do you really think his opinion will change? You’re gonna go back to a world where a hero like Spider-Man does not care for a criminal like you. A fool you are,” Norman spat with a shake of a head, “Gave up you own life when you could’ve had all the power you wanted.”
Y/n’s face consorted in anger. The Goblin may have thought he was winning her over, but really it was making her want to claw off his face. How dare he bring up her pain to use against her.
But then again, the Goblin always knew where to cut a person where it hurts.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Peter stood his ground despite the overwhelming nerves he was feeling. He glanced at Y/n briefly, worried at how her fist had clenched. Peter felt some relief he at least had her and Otto on his side. But even with them, who’s to stay they would stand a chance against the other three.
“I’ve watched you deep from behind Normans cowardly eyes,” the Goblin spoke with venom. “Struggling, to have everything you want while the world tries to make you chose.” The second to last charge on Max’s cure beeped, and it was then Y/n noticed the look in his eye. This was not about to end well. They were running out of time.
“Gods don’t have to chose. We take.”
It was over after that.
“May. Run.” At Peters word, Y/n gave a push to May and the older woman was speeding out the door in a flash. The device on Max was pulled off at the same time Norman freed himself from Peters web.
In yellow electrical bolts, Max was summoning the arc reactor from the fabricator into his palm. Peter had been distracted by dodging Max’s voltage that Norman was able to fling him up into the stair railing. Peter landed to the floor with a groan, all while Flint slowly dispersed from his sand form.
Adrenaline filled Y/n, and before she knew it she was tackling Norman to the ground—the two falling with a *huff*. The lights had begun to flicker—a result of Max’s energy and Otto looked on horrified. “Oh my god. What have you done?”
A flash of yellow, “I liked you better before.”
Otto was surrounded by yellow bolts, pulling him forward in front of Max before being flung out the apartment—a large hole in its wake.
“OTTO!!’ Y/n screamed before grunting when she was roughly pulled by the hair off the ground. While Max let the energy flow in his veins and Peter was still on the ground catching his breath, Y/n was having the fight of her life against the Green Goblin. All the while Connors broke free from the F.E.A.S.T truck and was now on the lose.
A punch to Y/ns jaw had her head snapping from the impact. Blood spit from her mouth, shaking it off before dodging Normans next one. Flipping around to land a kick to his gut, the two practically danced around the now destroyed apartment. Blood coated her jaw, as did around her temple when Norman slammed her face into the countertop.
Her medical bill was about to be huge.
Still the adrenaline made Y/n not feel any pain and she focused on jumping onto Normans shoulders to flip him onto his back. Glass crunched beneath him and Y/n threw her fist into his cheek repeatedly. She could hear him groan and seconds later she was thrown off to the side. “Peter get out of here!!” She managed to scream before being flung into the wall. More glass shattered when the back of her head met a picture frame. The antihero was sure she’d have a mild concussion when this was over.
If she made it out alive that is.
“Goddammit,” she cursed, pushing herself off just in time to meet Norman in the middle. The two tousled around the area. Anger was boiling through her—already having enough of this showdown with the Goblin. Y/n was careful not to get too close to the shattered windows or hole that would lead to them falling to their death. At one point Norman pinned her to the table, shaking his head in disappointment.
“Such a waste. So blinded by love and hope.”
“You could use a bit of that, you green bastard,” Blood hit Normans face from Y/n spitting at him, causing the man to curse and lift her up before slamming her again to the table. The table shattered beneath her and Y/n had to roll away to dodge the next attack, flipping back to her feet with a huff.
The Cat didn’t even want to think about all the bones currently broken in her body. She knew her jaw suffered a bad blow, as did her ribs. Blood basically covered her vision—not to mention it stained her white hair red. And without the adrenaline she would probably have passed out by now.
“That the best you can do, Osborn?!”
Her strength was no match for the Goblin, but she was giving it all she got. Y/n wondered if this is how she felt when she died at the hands of Eddie. The fear, the pain, the anxiety of wondering if she would live to see the sun rise. It was powerful how one could feel so many emotions at once.
Pain was starting to fill her, making Y/n scared about possibly becoming burnt out. She was barely keeping up with Norman as he pushed her up into the kitchen cabinets. “Fucking hell, Osborn.” A frying pan was in her reach so she grabbed it before landing a hard smack into Normans head. It made him stumbled giving Y/n enough time to reach for her grappling hook.
Extracting the hook away so she had the rope in her hands, Y/n pounced one last time. Her legs went around his head, taking the rope around so when she flipped them down it would wrap around his neck. The maneuvered worked, and Peter saw as he tried to push himself up that Y/n had gotten Norman down.
There was a bit of relief until it was stolen when the man managed to get his hand under the rope and change the position. Instead of Norman about to be choked to death, Y/n fell victim to her own tactic. The air became constricted as Norman pulled harshly on the rope causing Y/n to gag. Stars filled her vision along with the maniacal grin the Goblin was giving as the life was starting to leave her.
She heard Peter scream her name and the Black Cat had to think fast. As quickly as the thought flashed in her mind, Y/n was extracting the sharp claws of her gloves and running them across Normans flesh. “ARRG!!” He pulled away as pain erupted on his face. Blood flowed from the now deep cuts coating his cheeks in thick lines.
A huge intake of air left Y/n as the rope was released from her neck, kicking Norman away as hard as she could. Horrible bruises would be left behind, but she’ll take it if it meant living another day. There was a smirk of victory, seeing the Cat scratches she left on Norman. They were nasty ones too—going from the top of his temple all the way down to his chin. It covered the entire side of his face, making it drenched in bright red blood.
The victory was short lived. A hand came up to her neck, bruising the sensitive area more and pulled her off the ground. On her feet while fighting against his strong grip, Y/n was being dragged to the edge of the apartment where she felt the cool breeze hit the back of her head. “N-norman,” she tried to call him back to sanity, “D-don’t do this. Th-this isn’t you!” He stopped before the balcony, raising his brow at her.
For a moment she thought she had one him over. But the chilling smirk he gave seconds later said otherwise.
Her eyes met Peters panicked ones and both of their stomachs fell when the Goblin replied, “Nighty-night, Kitty-Cat.” A scream tore through Y/n feeling his hand lift her off her ground. With a single push, she was flying out the building. Peter flew to his feet in horror, “Y/n!!!!”
The teen never made it to the edge in time because the Goblin was sending him back. Neither heard a sound indicating Y/n hit the ground, and Peter feared what laid at the bottom of the apartment complex. Dread filled every inch of him—dread at the heartbreaking feeling that he failed her.
After she had just tried to save his life.
Peter didn’t have time to cry at the thought Y/n laid dead on the ground because Norman was on him the second he was on his feet. Punches were thrown, cuts marked his skin, and Peter felt his ribs crack with each slam he endured. “Strong enough to have it all,” Norman mocked, “Too weak to take it!”
As Peter landed punch after punch on Norman, he was horrified when the man began laughing—crazies smile painted on him. Hands went to his thighs, and Peter found himself penetrating the floor of the hallway into the bottom level. Pain was enough to rival that he felt when he was hit by the train in Europe.
With Norman no where in sight, he pushed himself up and limped to the end of the corridor where he shot a web to pull away the window leading out the building. Peter climbed to the side, immediately letting his attention focus on the ground in search of both Otto and Y/n. His eyes squinted at the bright light from the helicopter, and he climbed upward in hopes to avoid it. It didn’t help that Jameson fella from the Daily Bugle was down below filming the whole ordeal.
The feeling of dread filled even more when he failed to locate the two villains. He didn’t know whether to be relieved he couldn’t see them splattered to death on the pavement or worried about where they went. He was sure Y/n would be dead. Her broken body being the only evidence of her once again tragic end.
But there was no body, and Y/n was not where she surely would’ve landed. That had to be some good sign. The only problem now was where could she have gone in her state.
And the fact she had left him behind.
As his eyes met the smug ones of Jameson, Peter had no time to react when Connors attacked him from above. “I told you there’d be consequences!!” Peter was tossed back into the complex through the seventh story window, just in time for Osborn to be there waiting.
Without hesitation, Norman threw Peter into the ceiling only to catch him and flip him downward so the force would send them both through the floors of the building. Peters back was on fire by each impact, the rubble caving around him. He couldn’t find Norman off in their position—he had to surrender while his body was being broken with ease.
May had just entered the lower level, pushing the door and entering the lobby as the two fell from the ceiling. She was reaching into the bag, searching for the cure indicated for Osborn and firing it up.
Meanwhile Norman was choking the life out of Peter, the boy gasping under his grip while looking into his crazies eyes. “Your weakness, Peter, is morality. It’s choking you! Can you feel it?” May ran up behind Norman, sticking the cure into his skin making the man yelp and push off her nephew.
“I didn’t work,” He glared, removing the device, “Norman was right—he got it from you! That pathetic sickness.” Peter grunted when a foot met his back before he was pulled up by the hair. Norman pushed his face so his vision was on May—the woman grabbing a sharp piece of metal, ready to defend herself and Peter.
Norman spoke low into Peters ears, his eyes cutting through May like knives. “You tried to fix me—.”
“May, go please.”
“—Now I’m going to fix you.”
Peter saw the glider approach from behind the glass of the lobby. In a weakened state he pleaded once more, “May, please.” But the woman would not leave him. Her hand gripped the object and she straightened her posture. Peter could only helplessly watch as the glider charged forward, knocking May to the ground. “MAY!!” Normans grip left the teen, making him fall forward.
The man hopped onto his glider, spinning around with a wicked grin. “Peter, Peter, Peter,” he taunted, “No good deed goes unpunished. You can thank me later.” A pumpkin bomb in his hand, Norman gave one last glance to the bloody woman laying on the ground. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he met Peters eye and sent the bomb in the direction of May.
“NO!!” Peter was in the air, hitting the orange ball away but it didn’t give enough time before the explosion erupted in his face. The teen was flown back by the impact, firing encasing the building as more rubble fell as a result. As Norman flew away, more pumpkin bombs were unleashed to the tv crew parked outside. Fire and chaos all around.
What started off as a night full of hope and opportunity for six lost villains, ended in ultimate tragedy. All because a boy thought he could change the fate of the future.
Connors was right, there were consequences for the risks one takes in life.
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