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sour-patch-simp · 6 months
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Aggressively shoves this art at u
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randomwriter28 · 5 months
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Help From A Flower
Otto Octavius x Female Reader
Warnings: fluffy smut, sex pollen, aphrodisiac
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You stared into the microscope, examining the unique building of the flower you had discovered during one of your regular hikes. You looked in every book there was about plants and this flower was nowhere. Not in any of your floriography books, not in your personal flora book, nor your plantarum books. It was like this flower had just appeared out of thin air overnight. Your eyes were drawn up for a moment upon hearing the sound clink of a mug being set down on your table. You smiled at your fellow scientist and lover, Otto.
“Found anything?” he asked, pulling up a chair and sitting beside you while you returned your attention to the microscope. 
“Only that this flower doesn’t appear in any of my books or journals. It’s like it was created overnight.” You explained, sighing softly and sitting back away from the microscope before rubbing your eyes. You got up from your chair and walked over to one of your many bookcases that held all sorts of books about plants and biology. “It doesn’t seem to react to anything I’ve tried. I can’t figure out what it is.” you said, the frustration you were feeling began to leak into your voice so you paused and took a deep breath. When you turned around, you looked at Otto, watching him move over to the full plant that you had placed in a pot with fresh soil. 
“What have you tried?” Otto asked, looking the plant over before looking at you with a curious gleam in his eyes.
“Everything a normal plant would react to.” You frowned and crossed your arms over your chest, your eyes moving to look at the floor for a little while. Your ears picked up on the sound of a chair rolling over to you and a gasp of surprise slipped through your lips when Otto pulled you into his lap, wrapping his strong arms around you comfortingly. You welcomed the distraction, leaning back into Otto and resting your head against his shoulder while he adjusted your position so your legs were draped across his lap. He slid the chair back over to the flower and you lifted your head, looking at it with a discouraged and defeated look on your face. That was, until it twitched a little. The slight movement caught your attention and made you perk up, your eyes staring at the flower intensely to confirm if it was your mind playing tricks on you or if the flower really did move. 
Before you could realize it, the flower had sprayed some sort of dust into your face, making you draw back from it and cough while waving the remaining dust away from your face. “Gah, well, there’s a defense mechanism.” You said, coughing a few more times before looking at the plant and huffing in annoyance. “Stupid flower. Deciding to finally do something when you come to bring my coffee.” You muttered, shaking your head and crossing your arms over your chest. 
“Well, maybe now, you’ll be able to figure out what it is.” Otto said, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking at you with his puppy brown eyes. You smiled and kissed his nose before he released his grasp on you so you could get up and get back to work. 
As the hours started to pass again, you began feeling a burning under your skin and your mind had become foggy of any of the research you had been doing for the past few hours. You proceeded to feel out of breath and your clothes felt like they were suffocating you, suddenly feeling too tight against your heated skin. You dropped into your chair and tried to catch your breath before sipping your drink. Your head fell back to rest against the top of your chair, eyes staring up at the ceiling while your heart raced in your chest. 
Despite your condition at the time, you took a deep breath and pushed yourself onto your feet, proceeding with your work and research. Among your state of fogginess, you didn’t hear the knock on the doorframe to your lab until you heard the voice of Otto speaking to you, faintly. Your hearing made it sound like you were under water. As you turned to face him, your legs gave out from underneath you and you were about to collapse but Otto was quick to grab you. His face showed the evidence of his worry as he lifted you up into his arms and carried you over to your desk.
The feel of his hands against your skin drew a small whine from your throat, your eyes coming to his face. In that moment, Otto noticed that your pupils were blown wide, only leaving a sliver of the color left but it was hard to see. “Darling?” his voice was soft towards you and you couldn’t help it anymore. Your hands came to his lab coat and pulled him closer until your lips crashed onto his, your hands holding his coat firmly while you and Otto started to make out in your lab. Thankfully, everyone else had gone home so you had the entire floor to yourselves. Otto finally pulled back, gasping for breath and looking at you in bewilderment. “Y/n, what’s gotten into you?” He asked, the concern in his eyes more evident at this point.
“I-I don’t know. After the flower spit that dust at me, I-I just feel so hot and my clothes feel unusually tight against my skin. I was trying to ignore it so I could finish my work but it’s just become unbearable at this point. I don’t know what’s going with me.” You breathed out quickly, gently tugging at your shirt when you talked about your clothes feeling tight. Your head was lifted by your chin and your eyes met Otto’s eyes and by the way his eyes were examining you, you could only assume that he was doing a surface level examination of you to narrow down the possibilities. When Otto looked into your eyes once again, he stood up straight and turned off your computer. 
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“Let’s get you home.” He said, grabbing your things before helping you down onto your feet. You could hardly stand at this point, so Otto had you sit in your chair while he went and closed up his lab before returning and helping you out to the car. The entire drive home, you noticed how Otto’s fingers tapped the steering wheel anxiously and he would glance at you every once in a while, until you finally reached your small home. For others, this house would be too small for them but for you and Otto, it was perfect, and the mortgage was paid off so you and he could renovate if you ever wanted to. 
Otto was silent as he parked and shut off the car before climbing out and scooping you up into his arms; carrying you into the house and kicking the door shut. Before you could say anything, Otto had set you down but his arms wrapped around you and pulled you into him, his lips meeting yours in another, more passionate and heated kiss. In the middle of your makeout session, you drew back a little for air and to speak but Otto beat you to it.
“The dust that the flower sprayed out is acting like an aphrodisiac. I didn’t get hit with much which would explain why I’m not as affected as you are.” Otto breathed out, removing his lab coat and dropping it to the side. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat at this news but you were snapped out of your anxiety when you felt Otto’s lips against your again. Otto lifted you up by your thighs, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips while he carried you to the bedroom. You cradled his face in your hands while kissing Otto until he removed his lips from yours and proceeded to kiss down your neck and onto your shoulder. 
“O-Otto, we don’t have to do this.” You panted, letting your head fall back while he decorated your neck with small love bites that you knew would later turn into bruises.
“We do if we want these effects to go away and…I want to.” You were shocked at his confession. Your eyes locked and the look in Otto’s eyes reassured you that he did want this. 
It was no secret that during your relationship, you and Otto were a little hesitant about sex since you had no experience and he hadn’t sex in years so to hear Otto tell you that he wanted to proceed with solving the predicament that you were in was a complete shock; but there was no delaying this progression in your relationship with your loving scientist any longer. You finally nodded and smiled a little, letting out a heavy breath of bliss when Otto continued his attack on your skin before taking you over to the bed where he sat you on the edge of the bed. He helped you remove your lab coat and blouse, his cheeks flushing a deep red and when you went to remove his sweater, you stopped when he gently grabbed your wrist. You looked at him, knowing he was self-conscious about his looks and it didn’t take much from you for him to release your hand and allow you to pull his sweater off. 
With the both of you topless now, Otto leaned over you and stared into your eyes, both of you out of breath and hesitant to make the next move. Your eyes followed him while Otto came back to peck your lips and guided you to lie down on the bed before he maneuvered down your neck, between your breasts and along your stomach until he reached the waistband of your dress pants. Your own cheeks burned while you gazed down at Otto, who was now settled between your legs and looking up at you with eyes that silently asked for permission to continue. With a subtle nod from you, Otto proceeded to open your pants and drag them down your legs, pressing featherlight kisses along your thighs while flinging your pants to somewhere in the room to be forgotten about.
Your breaths accelerated, head falling back into the bed while Otto caressed your skin and nudged your legs further apart; and his eyes stayed on your face and your reactions to what he was doing. When he saw no sign of you wanting to stop, Otto hooked his fingers under the band of your panties, watching as you looked at him and then at his hands when he crept the piece of clothing down your legs to join your pants somewhere in the room. “Otto.” you whined softly, his eyes coming up to your eyes and you watched the phenomena of his pupils dilating in response to you whining with impatience.
The ache in your core was becoming too much and Otto realized that when your gaze towards him became one that begged for him to stop the teasing and foreplay. So without another hesitation in his mind, Otto stripped out of the rest of his own clothes while you scooted further up on the bed so that you were lying down with your head on the pillows for more comfort on your neck. Otto climbed on top of you, kissing you with vim and vigor; and your hands came up to hold his face again. You gasped and a squeal caught in your throat when Otto’s cock sunk into your aching pussy, your eyes rolling back at the foreign feeling while you gripped at the sheets beneath you. Jolts of mixed pleasure and pain shot through your nerves, sending you so many signals that you couldn’t focus. One of Otto’s hands grasped one of yours, locking your hands together and giving your hand a gentle squeeze. The two of you stayed like that for a little while until you finally felt the pain subside and you were able to open your eyes. Otto began gentle thrusts into you to test the waters and make sure you weren’t feeling the pain you had been feeling moments before. A soft moan was pulled from your lips as you relaxed into the bed, making Otto feel a little more confident in his control of the moment.
While proceeding to buck into your dripping cunt, Otto leaned down and captured your lips with his; and his free hand held your thigh up to allow him a deeper angle into you. Your moans rang into the room and fed the fire that was building in Otto while he listened to the evidence of the pleasure he was providing you. Your pussy clenched around Otto when you felt a tension building behind your navel, forcing you to close your eyes tightly while you were pushed closer and closer to the edge.
“F-fuck~” you groaned out, your grip on Otto’s hand tightening in unison with the tension in your core. Otto’s eyes widened a little upon hearing you curse but he found that it turned him on to hear such foreign words on your tongue. The small of your back arched off the bed when the tight string in your core snapped, your lips falling open in a silent scream of pleasure as your orgasm washed you in pure ecstasy and bliss. Otto followed not far behind, the warmth of his cum spreading in your walls and pulling another moan from your lips at the feeling. You could feel the effects of the aphrodisiac starting to dissipate while you came down from the pleasure induced high that you experienced. 
After your vision cleared of the little stars you were seeing, you focused on Otto and felt a smile form on your lips before you pulled him down and pressed your lips to his in a loving kiss. You separated the kiss and leaned your forehead against his, staring into his eyes. “I love you so much Otto.” you said softly, still slightly out of breath. Otto’s eyes widened with adoration at you upon hearing the words that he yearned to hear for so long. A smile spread on his face and Otto pecked your lips again and again.
“I love you more, Y/n.”
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angelofthenight · 1 year
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You: Did you know you can't breathe in when you smile
Doc Ock: That can’t be right *smiles*
You: It’s not, I just wanted to make you smile
Doc Ock:
Doc Ock, tearing up, voice cracking: I don’t like this place
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wycroftie · 14 days
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Artists drawing their favourite fictional characters (I’m artists)
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verysmolnerd · 10 days
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Dating Pre!Accident Otto Hcs
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When this man says he got lucky with love, he MEANS it.
He grew up in an environment that wasn't entirely supportive of him, so to have someone at his beck and call is a completely new experience for him. It takes a bit for him to come out of his shell.
Don't be mistaken by him being flustered, he normally oozes out confidence, but love is a whole different ball park for him. That being, you get to see a whole new side of him.
He's extremely professional at work, but behind closed doors anything goes (wink wonk)
Hugging at work? *gasp* How scandalous!
Regardless, his colleagues and assistants know about you. They're glad that you drag him from his office when he starts to work at the ungodly hours of the night and morning.
That does go both ways too, he's hoisted you over his shoulder when you glued yourself to your desk.
He's a sucker for physical contact, the second you sit on the couch he's already got you in his trap. He's already put on an awful movie on screen and you're trapped in his arms for and indefinite embrace.
On the rare days where you both don't have to work, he's taking you on walks all throughout Central Park or some museum's special exhibit.
He LOVES museums. One time he dragged you to Washington DC to visit all the Smithsonian's. Even with sore legs, he was so interested that it might as well been overwhelming. You had to sit down on a bench for awhile, but you were an active listener to his entire experience.
He may be a man of science, but he's known to have interests of other kinds. If he finds intrigue in a subject that you know quite well, it makes it all the more better.
He loves a good info dump, any subject that you have recently hopped on; you won't be the only one on board.
Turns out, he's also quite the fan of mystery novels.
The bookshelf in his loft over the lab is full of physics textbooks he's had since college, books written by colleagues, and an impressive collection of Agatha Christie novels.
He leaves the novels all over the place, dog-eared on the kitchen island or buried under mail. Sometimes he's a bit helpless, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
When he starts to work on his lifelong project, his magnum opus, you are there every step of the way.
He shows you the progress every single day; and you're astounded every single time. Any progress made, big or small, meant the same to you. He is amazing.
You got lucky with love.
You are his, always. As you watch him put on his metal harness, watching him get ready to show off a manmade sun off to the world.
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holewithinahole · 9 months
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Brown and Green | Olivia Octavius x Reader
Summary: After the accident with the collider, you end up on Earth 1610 in the Alchemax building. Dr Olivia Octavius is here to greet you. You can't help but notice all the resemblances with your own Octavius.
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Warnings: shameless smut, no genitalia specified, no pronouns specified (reader), tentacle sex, restraints, orgasm denial, overstimulation, fantasising, non-native writer
I hesitated posting it here, but we don't post non-beta'd shit to be a coward. I wrote this in a few hours and took three days to resign myself and just post it. But after seeing Across the Spider-Verse, I had to re-watch the first one and I was, once again, hit in the face by my bisexuality and my obsession towards Dr Octavius. Tell me I'm not the only one...
Oh, reader is part of the Spider-Verse, I wrote with no gender nor genitalia in mind, I hope everyone can enjoy it!
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Ok. Let’s do this one more time, shall we?
My name? Not really important because for the last few years, I’ve been the one and only Spiderman. You all know the story by now: being bitten by a radioactive spider which suddenly allows you to skip workout, the loss of a loved one... The usual Spidey-stuff.
I shoot my webs; I swing from Brooklyn to Queens to the Bronx to stop supervillains, rescue cats stuck in trees and help your grandma cross the road.
One day as I was doing my super-work, something weird happened: a flash of light and boom, I was in New York. But not my New York, a new New York. As for where I crashed, well–
“You seem tensed, Spiderman.”
You can feel your bones crack as those weirdly smooth, plastic-y tentacles wrap tighter and tighter around you.
“You, ow–” you hiss, out of breath. “You could say that.”
A shimmering laugh answers you and it’s just so weird. But after all, what could you expect from a parallel universe? You still have a hard time wrapping your head around the whole concept of dimension warping… and alternate versions of your enemies.
“What did you say your name was?”
“Dr Olivia Octavius.” She draws closer, that ridiculously hot smirk at the corner of her lips.
Fuck, can you concentrate for once?
“It sounds like you already knew the answer,” she says. With her free hands, she pulls her curly hair up, rebellious strands framing her face. Is amazing hair a multi-universal law for all Doc Ocks?
“‘Can’t say that I did–” you pause as long gloved fingers slide under the edge of your mask. “Hey! That’s a no-no, lady!”
She snaps the mask right off your face, an interested glimmer in her eyes. You feel like a mouse spread apart for dissection and she sure looks ready to whip out a scalpel. Was she really hiding a complete latex suit underneath her clothes? Not to be the one to pat supervillains on their shoulders to congratulate them on a job well done, but she really mastered the inconspicuous chemistry teacher cosplay.
Focus.
“It is quite fortunate that your portal opened here,” Octavius says conversationally as she readjusts her gloves. “I would have hated to run after you everywhere in the city.”
“Oh, you know me.” Your shrug looks like an uncontrolled twitch of your shoulder. “Always glad to help.”
“Indeed,” she chuckles. She grabs your face, inspecting it from every angle, ignoring your string of offended words. At the corner of your eye, an actuator reaches for a– ah, there is the scalpel. “Now…”
Oh hell no…
“Hey! Hey lady–“ Struggling is pointless and the more you try, the more she grins. “Olivia– can I call you Liv’?”
Octavius laughs. “Only my friends call me Liv.”
“We can be friends I’m sure.” You make sure to put on your best smolder. It looks painfully ineffective. “Or, you know, we can come to an arrangement.”
She raises an eyebrow at that but doesn’t answer. She’s not considering it, is she? That’d be a lucky day for the smolder – not that it doesn’t usually work of course (It doesn’t.) You keep smiling but her slow approach makes all your senses – spider and regular, tingle. It takes all of your brain power to tame your fight-or-flight response and not recoil as much as you can.
Are you seriously sweating right now?
“Oh, that’s rich.” Her smile is predatory. “Is it a usual Spiderman tactic to try to seduce their enemies?”
The actuators tighten even more around your torso. The discreet cough you let out widens her smile.
Toothy.
“Perhaps not in your universe.”
You’re relieved when the scalpel is dropped carelessly on the table behind her. Even more relieved when the tentacles lessen their grip around you. Your relief is soon replaced by surprise as one of them curls slowly around your left leg. It’s definitely better than being cut open, right?
“Alright, little spider.” Octavius stares down at you. “I’ll entertain the idea.”
Right?
In a blur, she steps in between your legs, helped by the arm holding your limb hostage. “And to answer your question…” Her hand comes to rest in the dip of your hip, feeling up muscles under her fingertips. Somehow it’s this simple gesture that sends a strong shiver through your nervous system.
“You can call me ‘Doctor’ from now on.”
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“Liv.” The actuator tightens around your throat. “Doctor!”
A low laugh answers you. And that’s just not fair. Octavius has you in the most vulnerable state you’ve ever been in. Except perhaps that time when you had to face Captain Stacy, near the corpse of your bestfrie— oops, no, wrong mind folder. The most physically vulnerable you’ve ever been then.
“You never stop talking, do you?”
Earlier, Octavius had taken all the time in the world to push your arms out of your suit, her actuators handling you like a puppet, until your torso was bare for her to enjoy. You did try to yank at the tentacles keeping both your arms secured behind your back but thanks to whatever kind of sick machinery she put in them, they just wouldn’t budge. You were genuinely impressed at the technology allowing those arms to both be flexible and unbreakable. Even your Octavius had to favor titanium steel when he built his own.
The actuator that isn’t wrapped around your throat – a menacing yet tantalizing statement, or holding your limbs down, creeps from the top of your thigh to your chest, not unlike a viper chasing for its food.
Ah yes, the situation at hand.
“To be fair,” you huff. “You love to hear yourself talk as well.”
“You seem to know a lot about me, little spider.” Her hand travels from your hip to the underside of your right thigh. “Altercations with my alter-self then?”
You chuckle, a breathy fucking embarrassing thing. “Oh, plenty.”
Your suit pools uncomfortably at the bottom of your stomach, the sleeves flapping underneath you. It must be so practical to have strong mechanical arms capable of holding your enemy one meter above the ground without even breaking a sweat. But you feel way too warm. Isn’t it hot right now? Isn’t she hot?
Oh, she definitely is, submit your traitorous mind.
“I’m sure we must have been tormenting you intensely.” She giggles, examining a large scar running from your pectoral to your lower belly. With a finger, she traces it like words on paper.
“That’s from you, actually.”
Your Octavius had looked so smug when it happened.
She looks up, smirking. “His actuators are way more pointy than yours,” you explain.
The double-entendre doesn’t go unnoticed, but she doesn’t comment. “Actuators, uh? I haven’t heard this denomination in a while, since my research paper on radioactivity in fact.”
“Yeah, I did my homework.”
You exhale shortly when the teasing actuator wrapped itself around your middle section allowing the others to tug at your suit. Octavius stopped her reverential petting to observe the spandex clinging to your skin, slowly displaying your legs and your underwear-clad pelvis like an exhibit. A free one at that, with free food and everything.
“So,” Octavius asks after discarding the suit to a corner of the room. “What’s the name of my counterpart?”
Both her hands come resting on your legs again. “Otto,” you mutter through clenched teeth.
“Funny,” she says, taking her sweet time feeling your backside muscles. She likes to grope, doesn’t she? “That’s the name of my father.”
Your nose wrinkles. “Ew, what a way to kill the mood, lady.”
Strangely, she doesn’t mention your slip, simply laughing while resting her palm on your– nether regions. The mood is far from being killed however judging by the humiliating wetness spreading through your underwear. She presses her palm down a little forcefully, and you moan loudly. Raising an eyebrow, it’s with a certain – perhaps misplaced – curiosity that she alternates between stroking up and down and toying with the tips of her fingers any potentially sensitive region. And you can’t contain the noise.
To be fair, you’ve never really been ashamed of anything.
There’s a daze settling in your mind, a fog behind your eyes as you only focus on the diffuse pleasure settling down there. You’re pulsating, every blood vessel tight, engorged as a blush spreads on your skin. You’re drifting, fuck– you’re so–
“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”
You don’t have time to reflect on the fact that you obeyed so eagerly because her touch's gone and it's the only thing you can focus on at the moment. She knows that too because her smugness is plastered all over her face – some things never change, and you want to cum all over her arrogant little smile.
“That’s–” you struggle to catch your breath. “So uncool.”
“The arrangement is you get out of here alive and I,” Octavius smirks. “get to do what I want with you.”
The shiver that travels through you speaks volumes. So the key to the ultimate fuck was ‘travel to a parallel universe’ all along? Talk about a joke.
“Now.” She straightens up, towering over you. “Tell me a little more about your Otto.”
The tentacles raise you higher in the air, pushing your hips at almost eye-level to Octavius.
“Self-centered much?” You joke, trying to ignore the actuator crawling along your leg.
“Curious,” she replies, enjoying the show. “You didn’t go around flexing those beautiful muscles in front of his face, did you?”
“What–” You try not to blush but fuck– it’s hard to concentrate when there’s the equivalent of an alien tentacle nuzzling you through your underwear. “Hey! I’m a very respectable – ah!, person ok?”
She laughs loudly at that. “It’s not a no, is it?”
“It’s part of the job!” You huff, avoiding eye contact. “Nothing ever happened with Otto. I care about my life, you know.”
“But not enough to avoid trying your ridiculous seduction tactics on me?”
You wonder if there’s a sliver of internalized misogyny reprimanded somewhere but, in your defense, the smooth head of the actuator now slowly creeping towards your opening is hard not to focus on.
“Worth a shot?” you pant.
You let out a surprised groan as the rough feeling of your underwear breaches your entrance, pushed inside by the blunt head of the mechanical arm. Not nearly enough to truly be inside but the movement is a warning at worst, a promise at best.
For fuck’s sake, listen to yourself.
As the actuator keeps pushing against your hole, you’re assaulted by the wet sound your garment does as it moves. It’s reminiscent of your evenings alone in your shitty apartment when you have enough time to tease the shit out of you. And as Octavius’ hand is back on your crotch, sensations and recollections drive you mad, spilling moans and gasps from your open mouth. Are you going to cum just like this? Groped through your pants and your hole teased like a fucking teenager? You’re too old for that.
Octavius hums to herself, observing you and cataloguing all your reactions as she would do for her research. Her undivided attention on you is exhilarating, and you watch her through half-lidded eyes wishing you could see the curious glint in those wide brown pupils.
What the fuck?
“You seem out of it, Spiderman.” She chuckles. “Drifting away?”
You gulp. “You could say that.”
It’s like she can see right through you. “Fuck– I’m–”
She suddenly disengages, leaving you once again panting, muscles tensed under smooth plastic. “Oops,” she giggles. “Butterfingers.”
You can only stare, heart skipping a beat. She couldn’t possibly have–
“Let me help you with that.”
In seconds, she discards you of any remaining pieces of clothing, holding you upright in all your naked glory. Still dizzy from everything, the touches, the words, you don’t say anything.
“Well then.” She tilts her head to the side. “Spider got your tongue?”
As latex-clad fingers dip inside your mouth before you can even muster a clever answer, you let out a moan, obsessed with the slick feeling of spit on her gloves. Lost in thought, a smooth arm soon takes its rightful place on your groin, pocking, rubbing and your sex glistens, sticky and sensitive to the air. Octavius keeps pressing her fingers down your tongue, sampling every single strand of your DNA when she pulls them away. Now that she’s so close, you can see her green eyes through her goggles. Wait, green?
“Have I finally broken you, little spider?”
Her laugh is supposed to be taunting but it just releases another spike of arousal through your whole body as if she somehow managed to alter your genes, confuse every nerve. Your entire self had changed with a single bite from a radioactive spider, who said you couldn’t go through the same process all over again?
“Not by a long shot,” you chuckle breathlessly.
“If I’d known it’d be this easy…” Her wet fingers graze against a hard nipple and you bite your tongue to not release another embarrassing noise. “Perhaps your Otto should take lessons.”
You let out a breathy moan, weak against the surge of all those sensory attacks and perhaps from the superposition of brown and green, tiptoeing the leyline linking her universe to yours. Unlike him, she seems to see right through you, deciphering the codex of your fantasies with a single look.
“You should describe him to me.”
“What?” you sutter. “What for–”
The twist sears through you, making your knees shake, pleasure distorting pain. The actuator against your throat tightens imperceptibly, just enough to make you remember its presence.
“Come on,” she whispers. “Are we alike?”
You scoff. “Not at all. He’s…”
A pain in the ass. Always in the way, always stealing money, always speaking about grand schemes and higher purposes. Completely mad, a total whacko, undeniably intelligent, brilliant–
“Tall.”
It makes her laugh. The touch of the actuators against your feverish skin is almost enough to cool it down. “And?”
“Uh, large?” you mutter. “He’s like a mountain or– something…”
One hand keeps playing with your nipples as the other traces random figures along your stomach which, you realize, aren’t random at all but just the complex network of your battle marks. When she runs a finger along the scar adorning your torso, you gasp softly and her gaze is all-knowing. Octavius drives you insane, and you’ll soon be complete putty in her hands, using your body as she pleases while you’re assaulted with visions of large hands and uncovered skin.
“He has uh…”
Get a fucking grip.
“Uh, he has short brown hair.”
You realize that her spit-covered fingers have travelled all the way down when she uncaringly presses a digit inside. Breath knocked out of your chest, you still hiss at the dry and unpleasant sensation but the lone actuator is quick to distract you again. When you think you had enough time to gather all your unholy thoughts and the remnants of your oxygen, her finger is joined by another, spreading you open.
“What else?” she asks, focused on her task.
You sigh, annoyed. “He has brown eyes–”
The actuator’s head suddenly splits open, revealing four small appendages and the opening of the tube that controls it. It stares at you, almost mocking, and you can’t take your eyes off it before it starts to dip down.
“Wait, wait, what do you think you’re doing–”
The echo of Octavius’ laugh is registered far at the back of your mind as the arm traps the entirety of your sex like the mouth of a carnivorous plant on a powerless bug. You feel it suck, making you throb, sputtering everywhere. The rippling of the plastic membrane makes it look alive as if it was waiting to swallow everything your body has to offer.
“Whe– where they even– fuck!, designed for th–ah!”
Octavius retreats her fingers, laughing again before getting rid of her right glove with her teeth. You try not to dwell on how filthy it is.
Fuck, it’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever seen.
The suction on your crotch increases and now you can only pant, gasp and droll everywhere. It's a sensation like no other, making you ignore everything else. Nails dip in your cheeks as Octavius grabs your chin to look at you, pride of your current state written all over her face.
“His eyes, you said?”
You want to kill her. “His– eyes?”
“Yes.” She giggles. “I don’t think you finished your sentence.”
You want to kiss her.
The actuator around your throat releases you, leaving you gasping for air. But your relief is brief as it soon slides against your loosened hole, slowly but surely pressing in.
‘They’re– they’re,” you stutter, arching towards her, brain devoid of any coherence. “Brown?”
She grips your face more forcefully and every sensation suddenly comes to a stop. “Have your brain already melted through your ears?”
You whine. “Ok, ok– they’re big, too gentle even–”
She smiles, a predatory thing. Aren’t spiders supposed to be predators? One good, strong suction on your crotch has you moaning so loudly you’re afraid all Achemax will come running in. “Beautiful– he’s–”
The actuator pushes inside smoothly, leaving you a shaking mess, split apart by the chaos of sensations running underneath your skin. No casual sexual encounter could have ever brought you to such a delightful, painfully aroused state. Your senses are attacked, assaulted from every direction as you’re watched, dissected under the gaze of an enemy. Octavius takes immense pleasure watching you completely surrender to her, and you can’t not picture the smug crooked smile of her counterpart in the wrinkles at the corner of her lips. There’s a lot that you could question about yourself if you hadn’t left your higher brain functions under the hands – and the tentacles, of a magnificent opponent.
“I think you have some self-reflection to do, little spider.”
You register the press of her lips late. Still holding your chin in a death grip, she kisses you like a snake strikes its prey. Eyes rolling back as she sinks her teeth into your lower lip, you arch strongly towards her, arms hurting for being held down for so long, legs spasming and chest heaving. Her tongue plunges into your mouth and she sucks at your lips not unlike how her actuators pump in and out of you, suck you dry, drive you insane…
Suddenly, she draws back, exhaling harshly against your reddened lips and you can feel her body moving forward. You only have the time to register that her hips are trusting against the actuator stuck to your crotch before she grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls harshly.
“Come on,” she pants in the crook of your neck. “Break down, sweetheart.”
You come like this, lightning travelling up your spine as you release on the mouth of the actuator, overstimulated by the trusts inside of you and the feeling of Octavius’ teeth on your skin. You spasm like an insect trapped in a web, a mouse constricted by the body of a python, arching, trusting your hips up over and over as the arm milks your orgasm out of you. Your throat is raw, your tongue is heavy and all your muscles scream from overuse but you just can’t stop coming, wetness spreading against your groin. When the actuators finally move away, you drip all over the floor, as your sex pulses, crimson red and spent.
Breathing air like it’s the first time, you try your best to calm your beating heart as you’re finally free from the arms’ grip, lowered on a nearby chair. Octavius lets out a sigh, tugging a rebellious strand of hair behind her ear.
“Oh well.” She smiles. “Good, very good.”
She throws your suit at your face. “You better run, little spider.”
“Uh?” You put it back, ignoring the uncomfortable stickiness between your thighs.
“This is my gift to you,” she says, putting on a clean glove. “You have five minutes before I hunt you down and use your body for my experiments.”
You laugh awkwardly, voice rough as you limp through the room. “I’ll be gone then. See ya, Doc!”
The giggle she lets out is hunting. As you swing away to central New York, the traces of her abuse all over your body, you think about your Octavius.
Perhaps you’ll try a new technique next time you meet.
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plush4bunny · 1 month
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"His hand stops midair as he was bringing his glass of whiskey to his pink lips. He puts it back down and tilts his head, enough so his eyes can go up and down your figure. You flush because his gaze seems to linger as he roams over you, paying special attention to your face.
He turns properly and gives you a charming smile that makes you pause. You never saw your enemy smile like this."
- scene from @chrism02's 1st chapter for their cheeky Comic!Otto Octavius x reader fanfic called "Wish list"
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myveryownfanfiction · 3 months
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @illiana-mystery (thanks for the idea), @cassieuncaged, @freddiefredfive, @writingkitten, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @verysmolnerd, @ghostlypie
warnings: menstruation, swearing
I woke with a groan. I tried rolling onto my stomach, pressing my hips into the mattress to try to alleviate the pain. I groaned as I was ripped from the last visages of sleep. Otto appeared in the doorway and the actuators moved towards me.
“what wrong?” Otto asked, concern dripping from his voice. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah.” I groaned. “Just my period trying to kill me.” Otto came over and sat down next to me. Gently brushing away my hair, Otto leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I don’t have anything here for you except for some painkillers.” Otto murmured. I nodded.
“I can go home.” I offered. “Might be better anyway. First day is always the worst.”
“it’s fine.” Otto tried to assure me. “I can go shopping. It’s no big deal. Let me take care of you darling.” I nodded and Otto got up to grab the painkillers for me. I sat up slowly before taking them. Otto helped me lay back down once I was done and kissed me softly.
“still hurts like a son of a bitch.” I groaned as I maneuvered into a slightly more comfortable position.
“I’m sure it does sweetheart.” Otto said, brushing my hair back again. “I’ll be back before you know it.” Otto kissed my head again and stood up. “Love you.”
“love you too.” I said before he left the apartment. I drifted in and out of sleep while waiting for him to come back. Before I knew it, Otto was climbing back into bed with me. The actuators wrapped around me gently as Otto kissed my shoulder. “Hey.”
“hi.” He murmured. “I got pads for you. And a heating pad. The actuators kept giving me suggestions so there’s a lot of candy in there too. And a couple plushies. And a blanket.” Otto listed off. I laughed and went to turn around in his arms with flos help. “And a new travel mug I thought you would like. And some more plushies.” I kissed him and cupped his cheek.
“you’re really sweet you know that Otto?” I asked. Otto blushed. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” I snuggled into Otto’s side. He held me and whispered sweet nothings to me as I slowly drifted off again.
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heythere525 · 8 months
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TSSM Otto Octavius
Being a bottom in bed? (Post accident and after the accident)
THANK YOU FOR THE ASK BECAUSE OH MY GOD THIS SWEET BOI BEING A BOTTOM LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE EVERY SINGLE DAY! I THINK OF THIS LIKE 24/7! BUCKLE UP KIDDIES CAUSE HERE WE GO
TSSM Otto Octavius X Reader
Otto Being A Bottom
Summary: SMUT
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Before Accident
This is where MOST of the fun happens
He is SUPER shy
He hates asking if you both can do any sexual activities cause it seems weird and demanding
When it's his first time he is super nervous so you help him out a lot even if you have or don't have expereince, this sweet boy is to shy to touch you without you guiding his hands onto you
He is very noisy, and LOUD
Otto can never hold back on his sounds because it feels so good to him he shuts off his brain
He absolutly loses his mind everytime you both have sex, it always feels better and better
He does get used to asking though in the most nicest and sometimes most awkward way and will turn so bright red
"l-love?" "hm?" "i...can we...m-maybe later...if you want...ugh...", "....Otto Octavius are you asking if i wanna have sex?" *nods shamefully*
PRAISE HIM
Praise this sweet little man and his heart and dick will explode, tell him you love him and how great he is doing
If you tell Otto he is making you feel good he ends up feeling great about himself because he always wants to please you and so scared of making you feel uncomfortable
Totally scared he isn't good enough in bed
So just fuck that thought out of him
"oh fuck Otto you feel so good darling", "Ah! love please!" "i can never get enough of you darling, i love you so much", "AH Y/N!"
Cums pretty fast in bed, and during oral
He really tries his hardest to last long but it just feels so good he can't stop, so you usually start fucking him once your pretty close if not once you feel like your gonna be close
Squirms a LOT, wheter your fucking him or sucking him off Otto always squirms and shakes
BEGS
He loves begging for you, to him its a way to show how much he absolutly loves you that he needs you so badly
"Oh my darling, please? i-mh, i w-wanna cum my love please"
On days that he is stressed or tried is when he REALLY begs
"Oh fuck darling please! i need you love, i need you! ah! y/n please i need to cum inside-oh shit-darling please i'll do anything i just n-need you to fuck me so bad darling"
He gets over stimulated a lot which always makes things fun and you love to see him laugh and squirm
LOSES HIS SHIT WHEN RECIVING ORAL
This sweet little man can't handle reciving oral, he alwyas has to be sitting or laying down because when he stands while reciving oral his legs give out, you've both learned the hard way
SCREAMS AND WHINES AT ORAL
He also makes cute little faces when he recives oral, he tries to cover his face a lot but you don't let him
Likes toys a LOT, use them on him in public and it's so fun
SIT ON HIS FACE, HIS FACE IS YOUR THROWN AND HE LOVES IT
Also loves being called a good boy, he likes knowing that he is doing well
"Otto your doing so well, what a good boy Otto" "mhhh thank you", "who's my good boy", "ah, i'm yo-your good boy"
He loves giving oral so much he loves being on his knees for you, just say the word and he drops down fast
PEG HIM PLEASE
It takes a while before he warms up to the idea but oh boy does he love it
"y-y/n please...", "please what darling? use your words", "h-harder"
After Accident
Please after a hard day take care of him it's all he really wants
PRAISE HIM, he very much gets off on praise alone because he loves knowing he is the best
Only begs when desperate, he really tries to hide it and keep it in but sometimes he can't
"don't stop", "what did you say darling i couldn't hear?" *turns face away* "please don't stop y/n....it...it feels so good"
Makes less noise unless VERY horny
He is not scared to ask for sex anymore he WILL straight up ask
"y/n please my love, i need you to fuck me, i want you to make me feel so good" of course you can't refuse
He dirty talks now because he want's you to know that he loves what your doing and craves more
"Oh fuck love that feels so good, i love it when you-ah-fuck me like this, oh darling keep going, mh, don't stop. Do you like fucking me like this darling? ohh, i bet you love this darling don't you"
Is bratty because of course he has his little remarks
Your able to fuck/suck the bratty out of him though
Tease him he likes it a lot
"Otto, darling your getting very worked up over this aren't you?" "I...im not", "then what happens if i do this?" "AH!"
He still loves being called a good boy but now gets shy over it
"Were you a good boy today Otto?" "....yes"
He LOVES fucking in his little secret lab it feels so good and he feels his stress melt away
Play with his aculators and he whines from feeling all your light touches
He loves feeling your hands all over him due to feeling self conscious about how his body changed
Otto will stop working and go and find you if he's too horny and beg you to fuck him
"Oh love please? I can't take it anymore"
Continues to love being pegged....never stop pegging him
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acapelladitty · 2 months
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Just revisited your Doc Ock/Reader fic and I just want to tell you it's still my fav. If you're up for it maybe a doc ock x reader 5 sentence drabble? "Hostage"? But I'm so thirsty I'd literally take anything.
Oh fuck yeah 💖💖
You can imagine how it looks.
You, breathless and obviously flushed with a outfit in utter disarray, being swung limply in the air by Doc Ock, noted supervillian with a tenuous view on morality and acceptable actions.
"Help me, he's holding me hostage!" You cry out, beating clenched fists against the metallic arms as your vision blurs with unshed tears.
"What are you doing?" Otto asks as he watches your antics; lips barely moving as he speaks quietly from the very corner of his mouth with vague amusement.
"Well, I can hardly tell them we're fucking!" You hiss back, covering the retort by dropping your head into your hands in a show of faux-distress.
Send me a prompt and I'll write a five sentence fic for it.
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crabonfire · 9 months
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Can we please get a TSSM Otto X Reader where both are extremely touch starved and Otto has no idea how to react at first because reader just wants to touch him any way possible like hand holding, cuddling, hugs, knee touching, all kinds of physical affection😂 In the end of course he is gonna love it💚
TSSM Otto x Touch starved reader!
AWWWJAHHAHA this is cute! I'm pretty touch starved myself so I can relate :)
character: tssm pre octofication! otto octavius
note: this one's silly, a little cute, maybe even a little goofy
warning: none :)!
♡Otto Octavius♡
• Honestly, I like to think he's also pretty touch starved. He never got much luck in love as a teen and throughout his life, he felt jealous when he'd see people hugging or kissing. He wished that was him.
So when you two start to date and he realizes how much you hug, kiss, cling on to him...he feels a bit honored.
• First of all, happy. Of course. Second of all, he's nervous as hell! Nobodies ever shown this much love to him at all.
• One of the first times you show him this affection is during some of your very first dates.
"Otto! It's nice to see you again."
"Ah, yes. I-its nice to see-"
He stops himself when he feels you hug him tightly. He feels like he's gonna burst. That was so sudden!
• You'd always hold his hand, or lock your arm with his, and when you do he'd always have such a shy expression on his face. Anytime people walk by they'd comment on how much of a cute couple you are, even before you guys made it official.
• His favorite thing that you'd do tho is when it's late and he finally comes home after hours and hours of work. He sees you asleep, and if he ever accidentally wakes you up, you'd simply smile at him and kiss him, pulling him in and holding him, going back to sleep like nothing happened.
He finds it the cutest thing to wake up to your arms wrapped around his chest in the morning, snoring on his shoulder with the tightest grip so that you can't let him go.
• Honestly this trait of yours has made him less shy over time, and feeling how honest you are about it he's quite honest about his own touch starved nature. He loves when you cup his cheeks or kiss him all over, or blow onto his hand while it's cold...he's become a romantic just for you 😭
• For a long time, he'll be a blushing stuttering mess with your antics, but after that, honestly, he lives for your affection. He loves how touch starved you are. It's cute.
♡♡♡
I think this is kind of boring IM SORRY IF IT WAS I just woke up after a nap and I saw a new short request I could do HAHA anyway YAYYYY otto ☆(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*
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sour-patch-simp · 7 months
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Anyone up for a lil doc ock and y/n action?
O//w//O
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randomwriter28 · 2 months
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My Enemy's Blood
Doc Ock x Hero!Female Reader H/n: Hero Name Warnings: blood, death, violence Taglist: @sgt-petter A/N: This is the result of the series of polls that I did on my profile.
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Your vision spun as you scrawled on the floor, your blood soaking into your suit while one of your hands came up and gripped the wound in your stomach to try and slow the bleeding. You had managed to get to the first place you could think of and now that you were here, you were starting to wonder if he would help you at all since he was a villain and you were supposed to be the hero. Upon approaching a partly open door, you lifted your hand and pushed the door open as hard as you could before collapsing to the ground and listening to the door slam back against the wall it was attached to. 
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Otto’s head jerked to the side a little when the sound of something hitting a wall reached his ears. ‘Odd, there was no wind today.’ he thought, standing up from his chair and abandoning his project to investigate the cause of the noise. Flo started to talk to Otto, telling him that it must be a threat, that someone had found the lab to kill him. What Otto and the actuators didn’t expect was to see H/N on the floor, badly injured and bleeding out. 
‘Who did this to them?’ Flo whispered in Otto’s mind, her head turning to face Otto. Without another thought in his mind, Otto scooped H/n into his arms and carried them over to a couch. A sudden rush of anxiety hit Otto when he realized he would have to undress the hero to help them, he was not sure if this was some sort of trick or ploy to get him to drop his guard. With a determined huff, Otto accepted the pair of shears from Moe and carefully cut the fabric of H/n’s suit, making it easier to access the wound in their stomach. Otto raised a brow and tilted his head to the side a little upon seeing such a slim build in the stomach area. Still, he quickly shook it off and proceeded to gingerly clean up and stitch up the wound, placing gauze and some bandaging over it to keep it from getting infected or worse. 
When Otto looked at his hands, he felt a pain in his chest upon seeing the hero’s blood on his hands and it was then that he decided he would never hurt the hero enough to make them bleed profusely like they were. Otto made quick work of cleaning up the bloody rag and tools he used to patch the hero up, making sure to wash his hands as well. He stood at the sink, scrubbing his hands raw with a rag and soap because of the fear of killing the hero. He didn’t know why he cared so much about the hero bleeding but he did and it frightened him. 
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You felt an ache in your body as you came to, eyes fluttering open and catching sight of a ceiling as you woke up. Your hand came to your side, remembering that Volture had ambushed you but when you looked at your hand and saw no blood, you immediately brought your eyes to your side and saw that it was patched up with gauze and bandaging over it to protect it. That’s when you looked around and realized that you were in Doc Ock’s lab, your body alerting you and making you stand up abruptly. Instant regret filled you when your vision spun and your legs gave out from underneath you but instead of feeling the impact of the floor, you felt a pair of arms catch your fall. “You shouldn’t be standing so soon, H/n. Especially with such a large wound.” 
The sound of Otto’s voice filled your ears and you lifted your head, your eyes meeting the pair of green-tinted glasses that sat on Otto’s nose. “Y-you helped me?” you asked, raising a brow at him while he sat you down on the couch and turned away from you.
“Don’t mention it,” Otto said, glancing over his shoulder to look at you before moving over to a long table that had scraps and metal pieces scattered on it. “You’re the one who came to me,” he added, focusing on his project whatever that was while you looked down at your bandaged side and felt your cheeks heat up a little. You were silent for a little while before lifting your head and looking at the scientist again.
“I didn’t know where else to go after Dr. Connors attacked me,” you explained to him, frowning a little under your mask as you took a deep breath. You watched as Otto’s shoulders tensed up when you mentioned who had attacked you and caused the gash on your side. 
“Dr. Connors did that?” Otto asked, glancing over his shoulder at you again with his lips in a firmly pressed line. You swallowed hard and nodded a little before looking out one of the windows in the ceiling, noticing that the sun was up and high in the sky. 
“Uh, yeah, but um, I should probably go,” you said, standing up from the couch and watching as Otto looked back towards his project and said nothing while you swung out of the building. You returned home and pulled your mask off after closing your blinds, taking a deep breath before looking at yourself in the mirror and examining the patchwork that Otto did for you. Your heart raced softly in your chest as you smiled a little but you were quick to shake your head and push away the thought.
The weeks went by and you were fighting against Dr. Connors once again, dodging and swinging to stay out of the way of his claws and teeth. Suddenly, in a moment of surprise, you were knocked back by Connors’ tail after he ripped the mask off your head. You stared at the sky, trying to catch your breath so you could continue fighting but Connors had another idea. His claws grabbed at your body and threw you again, your body hitting a metal support beam and you could feel the bones shattering in your body with every point of impact. Connors was about to grab you again but a familiar claw reached out and knocked the lizard away, the mechanical whirring filling your ears as you slid to the ground and collapsed onto your side. 
You don’t know how much time passed before the fighting seised and silence filled your ears. “You’re a dumbass, you know that?” the voice of Otto grew closer followed by footsteps as he approached you.
You let out a struggled chuckle, lifting your gaze to look at Otto. “As long as I have you.” you smiled weakly as you let your head rest on the ground. You winced and held back a scream of pain when you were scooped up into Otto’s arms and taken away, back to his hidden lab.
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Otto looked down at H/n when he felt their body go limp in his arms, finally noticing that their mask had been torn off of their head. ‘She’s so young.’ Otto felt his heart clench in his chest upon the realization that he had been fighting against a young woman this entire time. He sighed heavily as he entered the lab and placed H/n down on a medical bed, proceeding to insert an IV into her arm and attach other wires and devices to her to monitor her condition. ‘Surely she has some broken bones but I’ll check that once she wakes.’ Otto thought, frowning a little when he looked at the young woman and thought back to what she had said before he picked her up.
“As long as I have you.”
His cheeks became tinted with a soft pink color at her words while he turned to grab a couple of things to begin patching up the small wounds on the hero.
A couple of hours went by and Otto was working on a few upgrades for the arms that would allow them to become easier to have on him all the time. There was a soft groan from behind him and his head turned to glance over his shoulder, his eyes landing on H/n as she started to wake up. “It’s good to see that you’re awake,” Otto said, returning his attention to his current project. 
“Oh please, I’m too dashingly gorgeous to die.” Hearing the hero chuckle at her own remark, Otto turned around in his chair to face her without denying the remark that was made. H/n’s smile faded off of her lips when she noticed the seriousness on Otto’s face. “You good, doc? You look like you’re going to spill your evil plans to me.” H/n joked, shifting uncomfortably as Otto stood from his chair and approached her while she remained on the medical bed.
“I suspect that you have quite a few broken bones from your encounter with Connors,” Otto said, putting his hands in his pockets while his eyes remained on H/n’s face. 
“That’s enough. Stop pretending like you care, Dr. Octavius.” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked to the side, denial obvious on her face. 
“Then stop making me love you, idiot,” Otto said calmly, not moving from his spot while his eyes noted the tension that appeared in H/n’s body after he spoke. There was silence for what felt like an eternity before H/n finally looked at Otto, her eyes wide and glossed over. 
“Don’t. Don’t say that,” She said, standing up from the bed and trying to move away from Otto. 
“Why? Why shouldn’t I say that I love you?” Otto gently grabbed H/n’s wrist and pulled her back towards him.
“Don’t make me regret not dying,” She muttered but Otto wanted an answer and he wasn’t going to let her go until he got one. 
“Tell me why I shouldn’t have told you that.” Otto urged, watching as the hero tried to wriggle her way out of his arms but with a few broken ribs, she was in no state to move too much.
“Because you’re too good for me! Because anything good that happens to me or comes into my life always ends up leaving or dying or disappearing! And I just can’t let that happen to you,” H/n finally stopped fighting against Otto’s hold on her, accepting her fate to be stuck in his grasp until she spoke. The tears that rolled down her cheeks made Otto’s heartache in sadness and pain that she had gone through so much trying to live a double life. To know that he had added onto it when he became a villain hurt him even more.
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You stared at the floor after confessing why Otto couldn’t love you and shouldn’t. Your heart raced in your chest rapidly as you closed your eyes tightly and allowed the tears to drip from your cheeks and onto the floor below your feet. Otto’s arms were carefully wrapped around your fragile body, keeping you from running off and you had given up on trying to fight against him because you knew he would win. “That’s okay,” Otto said from behind you, letting you fall into his chest while your vision blurred from pain and tears. “I’m okay with dying or disappearing if it means that I get to love you unconditionally until then.” Otto’s voice was soft and comforting, allowing you to further lean into him. You proceeded to shake your head softly, trying to get Otto to stop before you caved but he wasn’t letting up on his feelings or yours. 
“I-I can’t let you do that,” you muttered, your body starting to feel weak. Otto’s grip on you tightened a little before he lifted you back onto the bed and laid you down. That’s when he noticed that your stitches hadn’t completely healed from before and were torn open, body soaking your suit again while the beeping on the monitor started to slow down to a dangerous pace. 
“No, H/n. stay awake for me. Come on.” Otto said, starting to panic as he snatched a towel and put pressure on the reopened wound, attempting to slow the bleeding.
Your partially opened eyes looked over at the scientist, a small smile gracing your lips while one of your hands came up and took the hand he had putting pressure on your wound away. “It’s okay.” You told him, letting your eyes flutter closed while your hand dropped to the bed and the monitor flatlined.
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angelofthenight · 3 months
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Doc Ock: There isn't anything you can say to stop me!
You: Oh yeah? What if I said ... blargen fediddle no-hip?
Doc Ock:
Doc Ock: Well I gotta admit, that slowed me down
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vvaspoppie · 8 months
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Otto: If you want my advice-
Electro: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times.
Otto: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me.
(Y/N): It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.
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horneewithpurpose · 2 years
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FUUUUUUCK- honestly, give me a villain ridden with guilt whos good at heart but can’t get out of villainy due to the voices in his head/his family/his motives and I’ll suck his dick SO FAST
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