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eupheme · 1 year

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Somewhere In Between | Day 19: Reading

professor!otto octavius x f!reader

Rated E | 1.4k

Tags: age gap, bossy!otto, fingering, edging, actuators as light restraints, praise kink, cockwarming, implied PiV

Poem referenced is Leves Amores

When you find yourself with writers block, you turn to your lover for help. However, you’re not expecting his approach to be quite so hands-on.

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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fluffcakeproductions · 2 years

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S/o who is the assistant of Different Octavius’ are finally asked out after her superiors become Doc Ock

90’s

*This man was a scientist just starting his business, ridiculed and shamed by others.

*However you stuck through no matter what, and the man developed a somewhat obvious crush on you.

*He would always take you out to dinner after working at his lab and took you out on dates...well, he never told you they were.

*However one day, you were asked to go shopping for a few lab supplies at a store that was pretty far from his current lab, obviously Ms. Hardy gave you some money, but not enough for the proper supplies, so you would have to use your own money. (Something Otto really couldn't stand)

*And when you came back, the lab was in shambles.

*You of course did everything to find your superior in the rubble but unfortunately found nobody.

*However, somebody was watching...

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident and you were in a large mansion with Felicia Hardy, now working full time for Ms. Hardy as a simple housemaid. You were helping her with some laundry. You still though about Doctor Octavius and what happened to him. He was a kind man to you as you really did like him. Maybe in that way, you didn't know. Now that he was dead, or missing, you couldn't really sort out your own feelings.

"(Y/n)? Could you please get me my bathrobe? I'm going to be bathing soon." Felicia's voice rung out, and you turned to her voice. "Yes, ma'am." You said and tossed the rest of the clothes in the washing machine and shut it. You grabbed a clean bathrobe from the warm stack of clothes on the drying machine. You passed over the robe to her as you turned on the washing machine as suddenly, the doorbell rung.

"(Y/n), could you get that for me? I'll be there In a second." She said and you walked downstairs, as the bell rung once more, where you opened the door.

"Greetings Madam, I was wondering if you could bring Ms. Hardy to me?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!"

You let out a scream as an enormous man- machine- you didn't know, barged in the house, enormous metallic arms from his behind easily breaking through the door as you backed away, running for Felicia's room as you had to warn her. Her mother wasn't home and you must have been the only maid home at the time, but surely some other butlers were home-

The door split open as the man stormed in, and Felicia opened the door to the bathroom and she noted the mysterious man and she pulled you in. She was in shock at the strange man. "Who is that?" She asked fearfully, and you looked to her as you suddenly got some strange feeling of remembrance of the man. You didn't know where you might have seen him before, but still...

The door to the bathroom split open as well, as metal claws tore open the door, and you stood in front of Felicia, only in a bathrobe as you tried to protect her. "Just end me already- if I can see my family, friends, and possibly Former Superior, I mean what's the use a against fighting a man like you?" You said, and the huge man stopped before looking at you. "(Y/n)... is that you?" His voice said, as he looked down at you, squinting down. "Huh?" You said, and he took off his glasses to look at your small form. "It is you...(Y/n), it's me! Well, not anymore, but it's me, Doctor Octavius." He said, and you suddenly realized it was him. "Doctor Octavius, it is you! But...what happened to you?" You said, and he stopped to pick you up with a tendril, lifting the both of you off the ground as you shook. "Oh, of course. I'll tell you. Ever since the accident, I found out with my arms that I can no longer wait to get impossible things when I can just take them myself now as Doctor Octopus. Now, nobody else will-" He said, and he stopped himself midsentance, as he slowly turned to you and licked his lips before grinning. "And now that I can just take what I want, I think that revenge can wait for now. I need to take back my beloved kleiner Assistent~" He said as he stormed away with you wrapped in an arm, probably screaming or enjoying the ride, depending on what your drift is.

Raimi

*As an assistant to the Octavius' You were treated well by both, despite being a lot younger than both, so you were sometimes mistakened as a niece or a daughter.

*You However told them you were simply an assistant but did somewhat understand why they thought that as sometimes you were taken in for dinner or they offered to take care of you. They were very sweet to you.

*The wife Rosalie, who let you called her Rosie was a kind woman who often cared for you on certain days, always making you lunch and let you relax in her home, often giving you some books as you left, and slipping in the occasional comic book you really wanted. She saw you as a daughter she could never have.

*The husband, Otto was still kind as well as you directly worked for him, and you helped him with his energy experiment. He was always encouraging you to stay at his home as well.

*He saw you as something else, and not as a relative.

*You stuck with the couple and did a lot of errands for them on your days off, to show you really did care about them.

*Everything was perfect.

*Until the fateful day where you saw your second parental figure's life be taken from that accident.

*Rosie shoved you away from the explosion, and you had left the scene with minor injuries, only a few cuts on your body.

*That night at home, you were mourning over the loss of the people you worked for.

*Gone forever.

Now that you were completely alone, you had more (uncomfortably) long free time, and made you look really lonely from a perspective, which made it easy for people to approach you and ask you out. One lucky guy was Brian Oliver. A man who asked you out a few days after the accident. You, someone who needed to fill that empty hole in your heart. Which brings you to today, about a week from the accident. "(Y/n), what's wrong? You've barely touched your Pudding."

You were having a date with him at a cafe. You looked down at the dessert and looked out the window, the warm scent of the small place waft down through the corridors. "I don't know. I have this weird lingering feeling that I've been trying to get rid of ever since..." You said and traced off, nervously twirling your hair.

You never really found Brian as a lover, just a friend who supported you, and you really wanted to tell him, but you wanted him to stick around with you for some time. Maybe you'll force out your feelings one way or another.

But then, you heard a strange sound.

"What's that noise?" You told him and he stopped to try to hear what you heard before suddenly, a car was tossed in the Cafe, and you flattened yourself on the wall behind you, trying to avoid it. You were grabbed by Brian and you held him as well in fear, as you confusingly looked out the hole where the car came from. "What the hell?" Brian asked, and you shrugged. "I don't know-" You said before you heard loud thumps and you backed away, as you saw a strange figure approach the both of you.

"Hello, (Y/n)~"

You shook under the man's figure. "Who are you? How do you know my name?" You said and he stood up, four enormous arms holding him up. "Well, your memory seems a bit foggy, doesn't it?" He said, grinning malevolently. "Don't you remember me? The man said, and you shook your head as he scowled and tugged his glasses off, and you took a closer look. "Oh my god."

"Doctor Octavius?" You whispered, before he smiled again. "Looks like you remember, my girl." He praised you, before turning to your date. "And you must be the boyfriend." He said, immediately frowning. "N-NO! I mean, I'm just a friend." He said, grinning awkwardly, turning to you for defense. "Yeah, he is." You said, and Otto grabbed your face with one of his gloved hands. "Then I bet you wouldn't mind if I-" He said before kissing you. Your eyes opened wide. "You're coming with me, sweetie." He said, carrying you away from the ruined cafe, Brian watching in horror.

Olivia

*This lady had already built up some sort of notoriety

*She always thought of you as cute, but you didn't really notice.

*You just thought of her as a teacher but everytime she saw you, burning feelings ran through her mind.

*But oh boy once the Kingpin got her to work for him a lot changed.

Coming home from another day at work was a breather after a lot of cramming towards more projects for Alchemax, and it did do something to you. You let out a small giggle, perhaps your mom was right, and you should have seen that chiropractor she booked you in. Perhaps Saturday.

You laid on the couch, looking at the TV, and watching something interesting, occasionally rubbing your back. That is, until the phone rang. You groggily stood up to answer it. "Hello?" You answered.

"HI, (Y/n), it's Olivia. I was wondering if you want to go out with me for dinner later today?" She said, and you looked at the time displayed on the clock, and you saw you had quite some time on your hands. "Uh...sure." You said. "Great. Then I'll see you then." She said and hung up. You rubbed your back again and told yourself at least a nice dinner would be easing some pain.

That night was very pleasant. You were having an interesting conversation with her about how the multiverse works, listening to everything she said as if your life meant it, until she had to go the bathroom.

Then, some men approached you and leaned down next to you. "Hey, lady. Do you perhaps work for Alchemax?" They asked. "Yes. I'm Doctor Octavius' assistant." You said, taking a bite of your food. "Well look, we're gonna try to keep it simple." They said and pulled out large guns and pointed it at you, and your eyes widened. "Hey- what are you doing..." You asked and their eyes darted towards the door. "Listen. We're going to kindly escort you out and you're not gonna tell anyone about us. We're gonna let you leave as soon as you tell us about everything you have about the collider." One said.

"I don't actually know." You stuttered, trying to convince them you were oblivious. "Well, if you don't want a hole in your pretty face, you better tell us now." The man repeated. "Never." You said and then they pointed their guns directly at your head. "Have it your way."

Suddenly, one of the men were slammed forward against the other man and their guns were dropped and dragged away. The men were looking around confused before something landed right behind you. "What-?" You said before a voice whispered in your ear. "Hold on." Was all they said. It sounded feminine.

You saw the men look at the person behind you in shock as they were quickly pulled away and slammed far into the corners by tendrils as you were being carried out of the restaurant where everyone watched, shocked.

"Wow, thank you." You said to your savior, turning around to see...Olivia in some strange get up? "Olivia? Is that you?" You said, and she shushed you with a kiss. "Actually, I'm Doc Ock. But only my enemies call me that. For you though, it's just Liv." She said. "We can talk about the rest tomorrow, but how about we go take you home, and get you a nice back massage as well as a bonus treat~?" She hummed in a tone that made you red faced.

You happily agreed.

PS4

*Being one of Otto's assistants was surprisingly engaging.

*His place had some good atmosphere and perfect for helping with him.

*Not to mention how kind he was around you. He was indeed a gentleman, even at his age.

*And also how he soon gained feelings for you. Feelings he was too afraid to tell you.

*However, as days progressed, he began to drive into some sort of strange obsession with a project he was working on, where you helped him in almost every way.

*And you grew pretty worried for him. You found out he had also created some other things without you or Peter's help.

*You tried to convince him to take some breaks and spend some time outside but he seemed to reject your suggestions almost painfully, him cringing whenever he declined.

*You eventually gave up and only watched in concern as he almost gleefully told you he gave you and Peter some days off as he was going to do his own work.

*You worridely stayed home, growing concerned with your supervisor's actions.

*Until you got the call.

That night, you arrived soon as possible, concerned for the older man. "Hello?" You said, looking around the insides of the laboratory you once considered one of your safe spaces.

"Oh! (Y/n)! Dear, you've arrived. Come quick, I need to show you something." You heard his enthusiastic voice ring out, you jumping in surprise. "I didn't see you there Doctor..." You said, following him as he was wearing that strange suit that he constructed for something or someone. "Look at this." He said, and you saw as enormous tendrils sprouted from his back, catching you off guard as he toward above you. "Come, I need to show you something." He said as he began to excitedly crawl up to the building where you followed suit.

After some struggle, you finally reached the top."What is this?" You said, looking at something glowing brightly at the top of the building. You approached it to find a table and some chairs, the table adorned with some candles and a sort of steak meal. "Doctor...did you make this?" You asked him, and he nodded. "Of course I did." He said, and used one of his arms to pull in one of the chairs in for you. "It's okay though. It was all a big secret I was planning for you!" He said.

You tried to look relieved, but those metal arms...this was all an elaborate attempt to get you to date him? Surely, you could have assisted him with preparations but-

How could you refuse this sort of date?

"Th-Thank you, Doctor..." You said, and he laughed. "Of course, of course. But please, call me Otto." He said, and pulled a chair over for you. "Take a seat. And let's enjoy this moment and watch over the city." He said.

"You know I'd love nothing more."

Tssm

*Alright This guy Is already very sweet already.

*He of course desires to be having a blossoming relationship with you.

*However, he is too shy to even speak a word to you, let alone face you about something as intimate as that.

*Something that he valued as well is how often you defended him from Norman whenever he was too harsh on him.

*Unlike his mother during his awful childhood.

*He resorted to doing some things such as following you home or on days off. Just so he can focus on asking you out.

*But oh, you were so...pretty...to even form coherent sentences to you on your days out were difficult for him.

*He always overhead some conversations you had with some friends, and when you described him as cute, his face was a bright red for the rest of the day.

*He made sure to listen in on conversations you had with friends, making sure you don't spot him when you follow him.

*So eventually he decided to make you a confession letter for you, writing countless drafts, each disappointing him.

*Finally, he had his finished version, and was ready to confess.

*Unfortunately, that day was the same his life was changed forever.

*And unfortunately, yours as well.

That night during the accident, Norman Osborn had informed you that Otto had told you to take the rest of the day off while he had to test out the reactor. You didn't believe him at first, but he assured you that he had, as he believed it would be too much for you, and he was fine alone.

Strange.

You left to go home. You did always care about the scientist. He was very kind and gentle with you, so you wished for him to be okay, and turned on the television, where everything was normal.

Until you clicked on the News channel, where you were shocked with the news report on screen. In Oscorp, A malfunction happened, where out of all scientists, only one disappeared. Otto.

Oh no...Doctor, what happened??" You said and quickly called in his phone. Once, twice, three times, five. None. "Please be okay..." You prayed silently, before you grabbed your jacket and rushing out. You didn't want Otto hurt, and you needed to find him somewhere near the lab, safe and sound when suddenly, you heard some strange scratching noises.

"What was that?" You asked yourself and stopped. You noticed you were still somewhat far from Oscorp. You could leave now, but you weren't sure if you could possibly arrive at the building. You looked around and noticed the city was pretty empty. Not a lot of cars or anyone around. You couldn't really tell as you walked backwards, until you accidentally bumped into someone.

You stopped and turned, apology already spilling out. "I'm so sorry, my back was turned I-" You stopped as you saw a man wearing a trenchcoat and had goggles looked at you, his face a brief scowl before his expression then blossomed into one of surprise, a deep blush spreading through his face. "Are you...my (Y/n)?" He whispered, before you took off running.

You felt cold at the sight of him, your stomach felt gray, dead. You saw him approach towards you with threating-looking metal arms, his fingers crossed between each other. "Now then, little assistant. No need to perceive me as a malleable threat. I mean no harm towards you." He said, grinning.

You ran away, not knowing what he was referring to, and you having some strange thoughts bubbling inside your mind, as if you knew him...

You spotted an empty trash bin not too far off and quietly climbed in, shutting the lid. "Come out now. You remind me of a frightened kitten. Perhaps you are in a sense." His voice now a lot softer as he began to disappear and trail away. You stepped out of the trash can and gazed around, safe from the mysterious man.

Patting yourself clean, you prepared to make a quick run to the back, as you ran, your face quickly slammed into something metallic and hard. You stopped to look up at the man. "Ah, (Y/n)~" He hummed out, practically elated. "Come to me, my dear." He said, picking you up with a metallic arm, where you struggled. "What's going on?" You asked fearfully.

"My love, why can't you recognize me? Silly little pet. It's me, Doctor Octavius. Though not anymore. I gave up that old and weak lifestyle." He bitterly said, before he perked up, letting a shaky breath. "But now that I've changed, I can be the better man for you. Strong, Powerful, and everything else perfect in a man. Doesn't that make you love me as much as I do???" He said, his goggled eyes obscuring the hearts blooming inside.

"No, if anything...Doctor, why didn't you tell me you loved me earlier? Either way I could have accepted you, and not by turning yourself into some sort of monster!!!" You said at him, and he stopped before his expression grew sharp. "Dear. I think you misheard me." He said and closed in on your ear.

"I never said you had a choice."

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expectos-writings · 2 years

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doc ock x fic prompt : “I fucking hate you” (maybe enemies to lovers?)

Oh yesss, Otto. This got out of hand once again but when does it not ahahahah oops. Anyways here we go:

Distractions (Otto Octavius x reader)

Word count: 2167

Rating: M

Summary: you distract Otto during one of his heists, you got more than you asked for.

You had been at it for hours now, fighting the same man you’d fought ten times in the last week. First at the bank, which he managed to rob. Then at some clock tower. And now in your best friends appartement. You were just hanging out with Harry when he showed up again. You knew about Otto Octavius’ work before the accident, now everyone knew. You hadn’t expected him to show up at Harry’s place at this hour though.

When Doc Ock arrived at Harry’s place, you hid, not wanting to cause a scene after all the fights you’d had before. But when he pushed Harry aside to grab the tritium and turned around to leave, he must have caught a glimpse of you. You could see him smirk before the actuators made a move. Shooting out into your hiding place to grab you.

Luckily you always had your suit with you, and right when Ock had entered the building you had put it on, just in case.

Your intuition was right.

You duck before the actuators have the chance to close around you. Harry protests at Otto, but he was no watch for either of you, so you ignore him.

‘Can’t just let your little project go, can you now?’ you ask him, jumping on top of a beam overhead.

‘Don’t pretend like you aren’t happy to see me, darling.’ He grins, you return the smirk.

All your meetings had gone like this. And who could blame you when the villain was looking like that. The tension between you two was clear in the air.

‘Bet you just wanted to me again, that’s why you didn’t do all your raids in one go, is that right?’ you retort. He grins and makes a lash at you, you pushed just the right buttons. You want to take him away from the Osborn mansion, not willing to risk Harrys life if one of your flirts hit a wrong button.

You shoot a web and jump outside. The cool air brushing through your suit. The lights from the streets and nightlife below illuminating your figures as you swing away through the city, Otto not far behind you. You can hear the crashing of bricks every time he jumps from building to building. You take a glance back, looking at your pursuer who seems to be slowing down and getting further and further away from you as you swing on.

You drop down onto a rooftop, waiting for him to catch up. Honestly, you wanted him to catch you. Or at least, wanted him not to lose you. As strange as it may be, you loved the interactions you had.

At last Doc Ock dropped down onto the rooftop too, completely out of breath. His breath heaving and his hands on his knees. You could have easily swung away, get to safe grounds, but you were too drawn to him to leave.

‘Hey old man, what’s this?’ you say moving closer, but just out of reach for the actuators.

‘Hey I’ve been working all week with minimum sleep, besides it is goddamned warm with al the metal welding going on in there.’ He says, looking up at you over his glasses.

‘Oh, so that is why the city is getting so warm. Or is it just your presence.’ You say with a wink, pretending to wipe some sweat of your brow.

The tight spandex suit you wore was practical but left little to the imagination. The material clinging tightly to your corves showing off the merchandize. When you see the Doc take a minute to catch his breath, not able to make a retort yet, you take it as an opportunity to distract him. You open the zipper on the front of your suit a bit, just enough so your breasts are barely showing. You fan your self pretending it was warm, but you both knew it was nearly freezing outside.

‘You’re doing that on purpose.’

‘Doing what on purpose?’

‘That…’ he fumbles for words, one hand leaving his knee to gesture in your general direction. No sentence forms and he puts his hand back on his knees, genuinely exhausted. ‘It’s almost freezing out here.’ He says

‘Maybe all the hotness is coming from you then.’ He says with a wink. He stands up with a sigh.

‘I fucking hate you.’ He spats.

‘Do you? The way your eyes are wandering tells me otherwise.’ You retort and his eyes snap back up to meet your grinning face. He hadn’t even noticed his eyes wandering. It could have been the actuators controlling him, but damn that suit did look good on you.

You got him right where you want him.

His face slightly red, partly from exhaustion and partly from embarrassment. His patience was down to zero after your jabs, flirty remarks and the fight. Unbeknownst to you he was also riled up from the times you and him made contact during the fights. He was surprised someone so soft and small in comparison to him had so much power, and it only drew him in further.

He growls at your responds and lunges forward, this time giving you no time to jump away from the actuators. They push you back quickly until your back crashes against the air vent system on the roof. You let out a shriek at the contact, the metal cold against your back making you arch forward just as Otto came to stand in front of you.

‘So excited already? You could have just dropped by if you wanted me so bad.’ He smirks. You press your lips to his to shut him up. He isn’t surprised when you do, immediately returning the kiss with just as much passion. The both of you knew that this was secretly what both of you had been aiming at last week. You grab his brown trench coat to pull him closer, his glasses gracing your cheeks as he kisses you like a starved man.

His hand almost immediately moves to kneed your breast. You just know your plan worked. He quickly pulls the zipper down further, so the front falls open and hangs loosely on your shoulders. You shrug of both of his coats before he steps back, taking in the sight. Your chest heaving, nipples erect in the cold air of the night. You mind was completely fogged over.

‘Please.’ Is all you can say, and it makes him chuckle.

‘Where has that confidence gone, darling? Or was that just show.’ He says stepping back in front of you and brushing some hair behind your ear.

‘We’re on the top of a flat in the middle of the night and I’m half naked already. Just fuck me.’ You shoot back. He growls again and kisses you, once again pushing you back against the vents. Your hand shoots down to cup his clothed erection. His mouth opens and you take the chance to push your tongue in, brushing against his in a rough manner. You feel the actuators remove the rest of your suit and his clothing in a surprisingly gentle manner. When his pants are removed you wrap your hand around his shaft, pumping up and down in a slow and teasing manner.

You give a yelp when he moves to pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your hands move from his cock to his shoulders for leverage, scratching his skin so red marks appear. He bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder when he guides his cock into you, feeling your juices already dripping down your thigh and immediately engulfing his member, lube-ing it up in the process. Some of it actually drips down onto his fingers.

He moves his head back once he is fully inside you so you can adjust to him. you whine when he slowly moves one of his now wet fingers into his mouth to lick it clean.

‘So sweet, all for me…’ then he pushes his other two wet fingers in your mouth. ‘Suck.’ He demands. You don’t need to be told twice, obeying instantly. You feel his cock twitch inside you at your movements, so you decide to keep going, pretending his fingers are actually his dick.

He grunts at your actions and starts moving, one of his hands holding you up. His thrusts are deep and quick, not that you had expected him to fuck any other way. He was holding you there like you were his personal fuck toy, drooling around his fingers while he was pounding away. Your vision quickly becomes blurry, his brutal pace pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust.

‘Touch yourself.’ He says. His eyes meeting yours. The actuators had removed his glassed and you stare into his brown, lust filled eyes. Your face heats up in embarrassment when one of your hands reaches down between your bodies to rub your clit, adding to the pleasure.

‘Fuck, Otto, its too much.’ You say feeling incredible please move through your body and your orgasm approaching at an incredible speed and size.

‘It’s alright,’ he says reassuringly ‘let go for me.’. And that was all the persuasion you needed. You allow the coil in your belly to snap, waves of pleasure crashing though your body. You back arches and your head falls back against the vent, your toes curling in pleasure. He rides out your orgasm and pulls out of you before he finishes. He takes his cock in his own hands and gives it slow strokes until you have recovered from your high. The he gives your shoulders a gentle push so you are on your knees inn front of him.

He doesn’t say anything. When you glance up at his he stares back at you expectantly, and you are more than willing to oblige. One of your hands moves to steady yourself on his upper leg. You replace his hand with yours, fingers wrapping around his shaft and keeping the slow pace he had set at first. When you hear him start panting from holding back, just when he was about to protest you wrap your lips around his tip, knocking the breath out of him. Otto lunges forward to plant his hand above your head on the vent, his other hand moving down to thread through your hair.

You hum at the contact, and he lets you set your own pace for a while. Then his grip on your head tightens and he takes control of your movements. You fight your gag reflex when he hits the back of your throat, tears in your eyes. Your eyes meet his, he is looking down at you, pupil dilated. The moan you let out around his cock pushes him over the edge. He stills your head, his cock buried deep in you when he cums. The warm fluids drip down your throat and you struggle to swallow. Then he lets go of you, and you gasp for air. He lets you catch your breath for a minute and then the actuators pull you to your feet. You expect him to just dress up and leave, but instead the actuators drape his brown trench coat around your shoulders to keep you warm. His forehead resting against yours in an intimate moment of reflection.

‘Run away with me.’ He speaks, breaking the silence. You open your eyes to look at him.

‘What?’

‘I’m a wanted man… I can’t stay here… but we could go somewhere else, somewhere remote, and I could keep working on my stuff and you could be by my side.’ He says, big eyes showing his sincereness and hope. You give a sad chuckle.

‘Otto, you know I can’t just leave.’ You say, part of you willing to just leave everything behind this very second, but another part of you saying it would be wrong. You look away, not wanting him to know how much it affected you that he had to leave. Then in a second he is gone. You look around but with your blurry vision there is no way you could spot him in the dark of night.

You hug the coat tighter around your shoulders, smelling Otto’s cologne linger on the fabric he had left you with. You stay for a moment looking up at the night sky, enjoying a moment alone to gather your thoughts and process what had just happened. As you were about to walk down the stairs on the side of the building you feel something in the pocket on the left side of the coat.

You pull it out to look at it, tilting it so the lights from the street hit the surface.

‘If you change your mind.’ It simply reads, underneath it a remote address. Maybe when Otto starts staling again for his project you could check the place out. Someone had to try to stop him, and who better to distract him than you.

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mysticstrawberryphantom · 2 years

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Hi!!! First of all your an incredible writer and I loved that Otto story you did that you tagged me in cause it was just amazing and one of my favourite Otto fics!!

Also would I be able to request for Otto?

The reader is cold and so they wear one of ottos turtlenecks/something warm of his and when he sees the reader he gets heart eyes and can’t stop smiling.

You’re awesome and lots of love 💕

A/N: Can I just say that the request I wanted to hurry to most for was yours?? Your kindness really makes my day 😭😭😭 I'm so sorry it took so long!!

Also, please send me as many requests as you'd like 💖💖 I am so down to write as much Otto as I can lol This was such a cute idea too!!

Warnings: None. Lots of Fluff.

Winter in New York was the pits for someone like you who had grown up in the south. Winter clothing was also a sort of mystery to you. If it was cold all you needed was a warm jacket because the inside of buildings was usually scorching. It wasn’t the case here. Everyone dressed in layers that could be easily taken off if necessary and if not? You stayed warm.

Such was your luck right now. You were visiting your long distance boyfriend of three years.

It was April. You had thought that by now it wouldn’t be so cold.

Tough luck, it snowed the very next day you showed up to visit.

So now you were at your beloved’s apartment shivering while trying to prepare him some lunch. Your nose was so cold that your lips would inadvertently move upwards and shield the tip of it. It sort of helped a little.

Not really.

DING DING DING

The dryer alarm sounded loudly from the laundry room nearby. After thinking for a moment, you dashed in there and grabbed the first warm, thick garment you could lay your hands on. A large dark brown turtleneck.

Not bothering to switch shirts, you slid the obviously bigger sweater over your head.

It was pure bliss. Its warmth was like a cat’s belly on a warm summer’s day.

Its smell? Just like your sweet Otto’s. You could practically imagine him hugging your entire frame from just the fragrance.

After a few moments of enjoying the sweater, perhaps a little too much, you went back into the kitchen and continued to prep.

Coincidentally, you hadn’t been the only one that had heard the dryer’s alarm. Dr. Octavius’ head slowly sprung upwards, the noise having brought him back to reality from the work he was so immersed in. He stretched on his chair after placing his digital pen on the desk next to his tablet. His eyes trailed a path on the wall until they hit the digital clock he was looking at.

12:30pm it read.

And as if on cue, his stomach rumbled.

Leaving his seat with an eagerness to see you and possibly a warm meal too, to calm his stomach, he left the study and began walking down the small hall. As Otto got closer, soft jazz serenades overpowered the sound of his steps. Smiling, he slowed down and crept the rest of the way, hoping to catch you dancing.

And he got more than that.

It had never occurred to him that seeing you donning one of his old turtlenecks could entice so much tenderness inside.

Instinctively, his right hand reached for his heart, clutching his own turtleneck. The other hand covered his mouth, he couldn’t risk any sound coming out of there. This moment was too precious.

How your frame swayed around the small kitchen and his clothes followed so obediently, clinging to you how he loved to do himself. Otto loved how you had folded three times his sleeves only for them to still overpower your hands. Not to mention that your knees barely peaked underneath the sweater.

A siren’s call wasn’t as mesmerizing as you were at this moment for him.

Not being able to resist any longer, your boyfriend let himself get closer.

-" Aaah. And what do we have here." A voice cooed as it entered the kitchen. -" An imposter? A clone? .. .. Nooo~ A thief!" Arms grasped you from behind and pulled you into a swaying embrace that went with the music's tempo.

A little embarrassed, not sure from what, you blushed and jokingly asked. -"Are you going to call the cops?" Your voice carried into Otto's ears softly, as it petitioned for freedom.

Before answering, he turned you around and affectionately scanned how the sweater looked on your smaller frame. -"Hmmm no." Otto smirked. -" You're too cute for jail. Not to mention, I wouldn't be able to leave you there for long, so I'd pay bail to have you by my side as quickly as possible. I'd lose money."

-" Smart choice." You giggled. -" Villainy has once again triumphed. Guess I'm free to steal as many turtlenecks as I can."

-" As many as you like, dear." He tenderly kissed your lips as he leaned down.

Otto then chuckled.

-” What?” You asked indignantly.

-” Your nose is cold.”

tags: @thatdepressedgorl

#otto octavius x reader #otto octavius #doctor otto octavious #doc ock x reader #doc ock #doc ock x y/n #otto octavius x you #doctor otto octavius #doctor octavius

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b1ueoff1ine · 1 year

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day 6 long prompt 6? with otto?

Healing - Part 1

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Otto Octavius FanFiction

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

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

Word count: 627

A/N: another otto fic for day 6 WOO WOO also flashbacks are in italics and D/N is daughter's name and y/n is his personal assistant instead of secretary

Full 14 Days Of Valentine's Collection

Your husband left you not too long ago for another woman. While your over him now, every time you looked at your four year old daughter you couldn't help but remember him.

It brought tears to your eyes to even think about the way he left, so you didn't do it often.

Your previous job had fired you only that morning, and you started job hunting in frustration.

You had found a job as a personal assistant for Octavius Industries, and you applied. You read the email awaiting you and cried out in joy.

"D/N, I got the job! Are you as excited as I am?"

"Yeah, of course, mama!" Your daughter exclaimed. "Do we get to have a celebratory meal for it?" She asked.

"Of course, my little princess. Only for you." You smiled. But looking at her brought flash backs. You looked back at your phone so she wouldn't see the blank expression you had on.

Your brain played flashbacks of the times when you were happiest- when you were with your ex.

You smiled as you watched Henry eat his icecream, being done with your own. "Is it good?" You asked him.

"Delicious." He smiled back.

You turned of your phone and put your phone on the counter. You needed to forget him. But it was hard being a single parent, knowing he should have been there for his daughter when you weren't.

You made dinner, tucked D/N in bed, then hopped in your own bed and went to sleep.

The next morning, you got ready for work. It was your first day, and didn't want to mess up. But of course, something had to go wrong. As you entered at the front entrance to the Octavius Industries building, someone bumped into you and spilled their coffee all over your blouse.

"Shoot! I am so sorry. Let me go grab you a shirt." They said.

"No, no, it's fine. I brought an extra pair of clothes." Thank goodness you did. The coffee scent was still going to bother you all day, though.

"If you're sure."

"Oh, it's fine. I always come prepared." You smiled at them.

The returned your smile and continued out the door, steering clear of the coffee splatter on the floor.

You checked in with the secretary, then headed up the stairs towards Dr. Octavius's office.

You had to pass through the labs in order to get there, and saw you all sorts of projects. But you didnt pay attention to them, and kept walking.

When you reached Dr. Octavius's office, you knocked and waited.

Moments later, the door opened and Dr. Octavius stepped out.

"Morning, miss. You must be Ms. L/N, my new assistant."

"Yes, sir. I am." You offered your hand.

Dr. Octavius took your hand and shook it. Only then did you notice the actuators on his back.

But you payed no attention to them and asked, "What should I do first?"

"Eager to get to work, are you?" Dr. Octavius laughed.

You nodded.

"Well, just get to know everyone today. It's your first day, we dont want you to over work yourself on things you dont know yet." Dr. Octavius dismissed you.

The rest of the day was a breeze. You met and shook hands with every person you could, asking what they were working on and you told them your thoughts on it. You were honest with everyone, a trait that was rare to see these days.

But you were glad when you got off the bus near your apartment complex. You entered your apartment and went to the kitchen.

You heated leftovers and ate, then tucked D/N in again and went to sleep, hoping to actually do something the next day.

Imma make another part, anyone up for being tagged?

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profeyandere · 2 years

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𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎 𝐎. ─── ☾ 𝟏𝟎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒

Masterlist || Marvel Masterlist || Wattpad

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Otto Octavius x Platonic!Reader

Warning: Spoilers from Spider-Man PS4, angst, death mentions

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

Your little hands, numb from the cold inside the dark and feared building you had entered, kept making your icy fingers, especially because of the great change in temperature at their tips, play with each other and they moved in different ways to calm the small anxiety and the great state of nervousness in which you found yourself because, after more than half a year, you had finally managed to get the mayor of the city to give you the go-ahead to be able to visit a certain prisoner whom you liked enough to care about him and at least be able to visit him one last time; You wouldn't even know what your meeting would be like and, depending on the words he used with you and how the conversation navigated, you would make the final decision to continue maintaining some contact with him or simply break it off forever.

You had waited too long for this meeting and, in truth, you had been anxious to see again the man who was your mentor as soon as you were out of high school, the one who had taken on the figure of a father after yours had seen each other, quite reluctant about the idea you had of not continuing your studies at the university, and he was the only person who believed in you when no one else did but, now that you were waiting for his arrival in the individual visiting room, you were starting to regret it of the choice you had made because, going back to the same thing, you wouldn't know what would happen. You had imagined a lot of situations where that man would speak sweetly to you, as he had always done, and everything could be solved with some kind of therapy, but the moment always came to remember what he had done in New York, remember that pain he had suffered provoked so many inhabitants, the innumerable deaths that he had left behind as Doctor Octopus and the pain that he had caused you and Peter; they were things that, although you tried to minimize, it was too much to let go.

You could never forgive those acts of vandalism that Octavius did and, honestly, although you tried to think that this was not him and that it was that faulty neural network that had caused that psychotic side of him, you were aware of the deep hatred he had towards Norman Osborn and that the reason all this had happened was because of the radicalization of his feelings for that poorly finished invention that he refused to let go.

His dream was to help people, but how many lives did he have to sacrifice for his invention?

Suddenly, the sound of the loud and heavy metal door of the room made you come out of your reverie and caused your heart to pound against your chest due to the state of nervousness that you had reached in a short time with just a miserable noise, but that was the one who told you that Dr. Otto Octavius was willing to meet you, otherwise, they would have spoken to you through the megaphones to inform you of his denial.

"It's you."

That voice, scratchy and cheerful, made you slowly raise your head, which you had kept down since you had entered the building, meeting the hopeful and bright eyes of the older man who at any other time would have made you smile, but now it wasn't like that. Octavius no longer gave you the feeling of being at home, but you saw a monster and the only thing you wanted right now was to leave La Raft and tell Peter what a coward you had been, but it was too late and there was no turning back.

You should at least talk to him, just say hello and ask how he was.

"Yes, there are many people who are called like me in New York, but I think I'm the only one who wants to talk to you," you spoke, noticing how your voice betrayed you and was barely understandable because of the speed used and how low it had sounded.

That was noticed by the man in front of you and you knew it when he saw his frown in confusion.

Before he could even answer you, or tell you some nonsense of his own to loosen the atmosphere, the two security guards who accompanied him took it upon themselves to sit him in the chair in front of you and handcuff his hands on the metal table that separated you under the threat that he would not do anything suspicious or else the meeting would end and he would be put in an isolation cell for a week; his body would have its faults, it was obvious, but his mind was still as brilliant as ever and, therefore, he was aware of what he should or should not do.

"I guess they won't bother us for the next ten minutes," Otto commented, making you look back at him instead of at the guard who had closed the door once he had left the small room. "What did you mean by that? The thing about you being the only person who wants to talk to me, is Peter not coming?"

What he had said seemed almost implausible to you, leaving you speechless at how confused he seemed to know that the boy who had been your partner in Octavius' company would never appear through that door behind the doctor. How could Peter see the man in front of you if he had taken one of the people he loved most in the world from him?

"Are you asking me that stupid thing? You're supposed to be smart, how are you able to think something like that?" You questioned, showing yourself defensive and frowning just like Otto did not fully understand the meaning of your words. "After everything that's happened, do you think he's going to come? In whose head does that fit?"

Although you had wanted to start the conversation on the right foot, deep down you wanted it, your scathing and hurt words did not take long to appear and that made Octavius surprised because he had never seen you that way except with the people who had truly made you hurt like your old high school classmates or college freshmen could have been, even once he had caught you speaking rudely to your parents on the phone once you left home, but he would never have expected that same tone serious and unjoking towards him at some point in his life, although you couldn't blame him either, he wasn't aware of the damage he had caused you.

"Pardon?"

His confusion made you angry, you got pissed off when you noticed how little shame the man had. As much as you tried to excuse him, did he not know what he had caused in New York City or was he just kidding you? Maybe the faulty chip had fried his brain and you were being too hard on him, but you were just far off the mark.

"You've done too much damage to New York, but even more to Peter," you pointed out. "Because of the Devil's Breath, you caused many citizens to get sick and die by not finding the cure fast enough because of your damn little games with Spider-Man and the other villains that were loose in the city. You don't know the damage that it has caused to the entire city and not only at the health level."

Your confession wasn't something he didn't know. He was aware of everything he had done to New York. He did not justify it by mentioning that it had been an act of revenge against Norman, he somehow saw it as a means to an end; he wanted to finish off Osborn, but at what cost? Thousands of people had lost their loved ones because of their ineptitude, because of their thirst for revenge, while others had lost their lives when attacked by the various criminals on the loose from La Balsa or had seen their life's work destroyed along with their dreams.

Otto had taken the lives of many people in different ways. You were no exception.

"If Osborn had stopped that experiment, this would never have happened," Octavius pointed out. "You know exactly why we stopped working together and you know why I've done this. He took all my projects away from me and prosthetics weren't the only thing, dear."

You closed your eyes, accompanied by a sigh to try to calm the nerves that you also had on the surface.

You knew where that rivalry came from, that hatred, between the two scientists. You never saw fair that due to a failed experiment a person lost his family, you never saw fair that Octavius was taken away all his ideas for future experiments and projects that were later successful, you never saw fair that Otto lived up to date with his household bills because of the lack of budget that there was and much less did you see that fate would pay him so badly that he would develop an illness that would make the rest of his life almost impossible.

The prosthetics project was a way to make his body, in the future, not useless, but everything got so out of control that it got to a point where even you would rather see him in a wheelchair if you had known with certainty. You knew what his anger and ideas of revenge could do to everyone around you, but you suffered from the idea of seeing him so badly in the short term. You had done a little research on the disorder he suffered from and, although it was true that you had asked to be allowed to accompany him to medical appointments, he simply refused to try not to worry, but it was seeing him day after day that in the end ended up killing you with grief and pain.

"We could have waited a little longer to perfect the neural interface, but you were and are so stubborn that you refused to wait because of your illness," you pointed out. "You wanted to do everything as quickly as possible so you wouldn't have to watch your body wear down as the days went by, and that's why you created those tentacles so sporadically."

"It was to help people," he defended himself, feeling a slight annoyance at your sudden accusation of selfishness towards him. "People need those prosthetics and I was going to give them to them."

"Without the grant money they would have taken everything from you, you would have kicked me and Peter out to find a job that could pay us and you wouldn't have created your tentacles," you commented. "You created those prostheses as quickly as possible so that you could work because you know perfectly well, as I do, that it was a matter of time before you needed crutches, a wheelchair or even had to be bedridden due to your illness," you continued. "Understandably, you did, you just should have waited a little longer to let Peter fix the chip problems, but you refused and let your mind swallow you whole and the thirst for revenge take over."

Octavius went almost blank once he heard your words and looked at your wounded face because of the internal pain you were suffering from just remembering the events that had brought you to this point.

"You ruined everything, Otto," you murmured, on the verge of tears. "Your tentacles would have helped you move, of course, but I would have helped you survive in this world without hurting anyone."

The doctor saw how small drops came out of your eyes, which rolled slowly down your cheeks until they accumulated for a short time on your chin before falling on the icy surface of the table that separated you, surprising him in the process to see how you were hurt by everything that had happened, but he knew there must be something more behind those tears. You had gone to visit him. He supposed at first it was due to a sweet and innocent encounter, but he did not expect everything to change once you saw him appear at the door because, to be honest, he had seen the change of emotion on your face once you got up head and made direct contact.

"If Norman had been aware of what we were doing, maybe-"

"Norman has nothing to do here!" You yelled, hitting the table hard and causing him to jump in his seat in surprise and the scare you had given him. "You've killed a lot of people because you hate the mayor, you killed Peter's aunt and that's why he's never going to want to see you again!" You continued. "You've taken away everything we loved and that's why even I've been slow to come because I wanted to take time to be aware that I was going to see you," you murmured. "I've lost everything, Otto, except Peter, there's nothing left for me."

Octavius didn't know what to say to you, much less listen to your sobs and the tears you had wrapped yourself in when remembering everything that had happened half a year ago with him and with your family.

"You killed my parents," you murmured, stifling a moan deep in your throat. "They inhaled the Devil's Breath and died because they didn't get the cure in time, May also died because of the damn powder you dropped and because Spider-Man decided that the serum should be used for everyone instead of being selfish and only giving it to one person."

Otto didn't have anything to say because just by seeing how you were consuming yourself in pain he knew he wasn't the one to say anything to you.

"You could never have helped me and you know it," he murmured, looking down so he could see your hands fisted on the table. "The arms were perfect, the chip failed and that's it. I didn't want you to take care of an old man."

"You know perfectly well that my parents didn't want me with them after I didn't want to finish my college career," you began. "You offered me a job and you were my boss and mentor, but I saw you as a father and loved you as if you were one,” you continued. "You picked me up off the street, gave me a chance to make my life worthwhile by finding something that could truly fulfil me, and cared for me like I was your daughter," you mentioned. "When you told me about your illness it hurt like hell, but I knew at that moment that I had to give you back everything you had done for me and I started preparing my flat to be able to welcome you and take care of you when you needed it."

Octavius was surprised to hear you say that last, but it was as true as there were twenty-four hours in a day.

Your life had not been the easiest, having strict parents who always controlled everything you did, always saying that they wanted the best for you, but when you left your university career you saw yourself on the street and that was when you met Otto, who was looking for helpers for his company. Indeed, you didn't have much idea of the projects he had, the mechanical functions he needed or the technology he wanted to use, but with a little study and effort he ended up giving you the necessary knowledge to be able to defend yourself and thus make some small projects that he had a man in mind; just a short time later Peter arrived and you became a happy family.

Otto was the father figure that you both somehow lost and he treated you like his own children by giving you the vacations you needed, support when you needed it and scolding you when you did something wrong, and for that reason, you spent much more time with the doctor to learn more about him and to have an almost father-daughter relationship that you were looking for so much. You called each other every day, you texted almost every hour and you worried about each other, especially when he discovered his illness and he told you about it.

You had prepared your little apartment for Otto to arrive as soon as he couldn't take care of himself, needed to use crutches, use a wheelchair, or have organ failure big enough to worry anyone, but just happened the New York disaster and everything changed for the worse; you couldn't do anything for him, much less now that he was in The Raft, possibly locked up for life.

"I wouldn't have let you take me with you," he murmured, reaching out as far as he could to try and take yours, but he felt a slight tug on his wrist from the cuffs and slowly retracted his arm.

Suddenly, to the surprise of both, the door of the room opened and, behind the doctor's back, you could see one of the guards who had accompanied you, in this case making a gesture with his hand to make you understand that you should leave the room at that precise moment; your ten minutes were up.

You let out a shaky breath and slowly got up from your seat, looking at the man in front of you and noticing how he didn't seem to make out with you. You assumed then that it would be too painful for him to say goodbye to you, perhaps forever.

"Take care, please," you asked in a whisper, slowly circling the table and staying by his side for a moment, placing your hand on top of yours and forming a gentle grip to try to calm him down.

Otto expected some more word from you, but just seeing your small hand on his was enough for him; he couldn't help but smile at that moment but, when he realized it, he was alone again and would wait his whole life if it meant seeing you again.

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sour-patch-simp · 7 months

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Aggressively shoves this art at u

#its otto but between ur legs #lowkey i feel like i cant get his face right but at least i tried #fuck i love him sm you dont understand #doc ock #otto octavius #doctor octopus #alfred molina #doc ock x you #doctor otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius x y/n #spiderman #my art

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periprose · 6 months

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Ps5 Peter Parker x reader inspired by this?

It's one of my favorite MerDer moments on Grey's anatomy 🙈😭

Peter explains something about physics or an idea for a gagdet...

🤣 this image really cracked me up lol thanks for the ask!! I've set the fic to take place in the first game, Peter and Reader are Otto's assistants at Octavius Industries. Please ignore the science mumbo jumbo in this fic.

Otto's lab was really cold this time of year. He barely had the funds to make rent in Manhattan, let alone provide optimal heating and other luxuries.

Still, you shiver, searching through your locker for your comfy, oversized jumper. You're just pulling it on when Peter pops up from behind you.

"Hey."

"Jesus!" You flinch and then rub your eyes. "Hey, Peter. How do you get behind me so fast? That's the third time this month I didn't even see you come in."

"Uh... I just have good reflexes, I think." Peter's mouth twists a little, as he tries not to laugh at your jumper. "Are you sure that's up to lab standards? Where's your lab coat?"

"Ah, Otto doesn't mind. He knows I'm cold." You explain, and Peter sighs.

"Well, he never gives me special treatment."

"Probably because you're not as cute as I am." You joke, but Peter nods and you feel a callous level of attraction towards him for being so nonchalant in terms of flirting.

You never really know where you stand with the guy. He's a naturally witty person and you refuse to read into anything any deeper, just for self preservation.

"Hey, I can't disagree with that." Peter laughs that quiet, soft laugh that makes you smile on your own. "Here, I got you a cup of coffee. That should help warm you up."

You look down and see, sure enough, Peter's holding a coffee cup tray, loaded with three cups, surely your usual orders- for you, extra black espresso to stay awake, for Peter, usually some kind of healthy tea hybrid, and for Otto, a large, creamy Italian coffee blend that's particularly expensive (Peter always jokes that Otto wastes funding on things like this).

"Oh, I'll pay you back." You reach back into your locker for your wallet, but Peter stops you with a raise of his hand.

"It's free of charge. No worries." He hands you the cup gently, and your hand skirts across his. You think for a moment.

"Nothing is ever really 'free of charge', Peter." You give him a side glance. In the last couple of months you've known this guy, you've figured out when he has an ulterior motive.

"... Alright, alright. You got me." Peter starts pulling you along by the hand, towards one of Otto's offices filled with white-boards and desks and equipment. You take a sip of your coffee and notice that it's still quite hot- Peter must've been really fast to make it so.

Not that you're complaining, and now that you're warmer you do feel more inclined to listen to him.

"Okay. You know how Otto's neural interface for the experimental arms have been glitching out?" Peter's got a firm look on his face, as you sit and listen.

"Yeah. It's a poor prototype, I think he asked us to leave it alone? He said he'd deal with it." You shrug. "I've moved on to his requests for a tighter, stronger arm. You know I deal with hardware."

"Yes, but even so, the neural interface problem still persists. Otto's lying." Peter looks at the whiteboard, and sees that half of it is covered all over with erratically drawn diagrams and equations. It's fine, he knows he can write what he needs in that space.

"Okay, look." Peter begins drawing a diagram of the neural interface's circuitry. "See how the voltage is really high?"

"Yeah- but isn't that what Doc wanted?" You grimace. "Last time I brought up the voltage issue, he told me to mind my business and continue with soldering. He wants so much power for some reason."

"Right, that's what I'm talking about. Notice how Otto keeps having those outbursts?" Peter sighs, a deeply upsetting look overtaking him. "He's getting a bit aggressive as of late, and I think it's because he can't figure this out."

"You're telling me. Just yesterday he chewed me out for clocking in a bit late." You sniff. "Okay, I was fifteen minutes late, but still."

"I've been there, you don't even have to justify it." Peter laughs, and begins drawing squiggly lines. You can't help but notice how his strangely muscular arms are tense and visible through his lab coat as he scrawls, and you take a sip of your coffee, savoring the view. Looking isn't illegal, you try to rationalize, but you quickly banish these thoughts as Peter looks back with a sly glance, to make sure you're paying attention.

"This is the electricity flow... and it should be heading this way, but the neural interface is made incorrectly and the flow of energy is heading back this way... towards the-"

"The battery of the arms, not the interface." You suddenly realize, and take a scrap piece of paper off the desk, scribbling down notes. "Hmm... maybe the wiring used for the arms is absorbing too much energy? Or the batteries are too big?"

"Maybe, but neural interfaces are tricky business." Peter winces as Otto yells at something in the background of the lab. "I told Otto not to get too involved with it- it's far too easy to accidentally mess with your brain, and then suddenly you've got anger issues or worse-"

"Dementia." You finish his sentence with an equally grim expression. "Okay. I hear you, but how are we supposed to fix it, exactly? I can only think of using different, smaller wires, or a less cost heavy battery- but then it won't move at the speed Otto wants it to."

"Yeah." Peter's shoulders slump a little, and you feel bad. He's always just one dude trying to take on the entire world's problems.

"Peter, it's not your problem, really. You can only do so much- the man has made up his mind, he's going to have to take the brunt of the problem." You try to console him, but Peter has that determined Parker Pride you've seen far too often, and you know he's not going to let it go.

"Wait, wait. Okay..." Peter starts frantically drawing on the board, and seeing that he's running out of space, without missing a beat, begins to draw on the wall.

"Peter! You're drawing on the wall!" You admonish him, and to your shock and utter horror, but not to your surprise, he keeps going. "Now you've completely lost it- it'll take two seconds to erase the board-"

But Peter isn't listening, in that overly stubborn, inventor way that you know you've done before. He's too lost in his own thoughts, and you know that spark will disappear if he takes a moment to stop drawing.

"I'll clean it. It's fine. We got to get a move on." Peter points to the new diagram on the wall. "Look at this."

Peter's drawn a rudimentary depiction of the robotic arm prototypes you've built for Otto, but the battery pack has been split up into several, smaller batteries that extend over the course of the arms. Something about the way the arms move in Peter's drawings look a lot more... smooth, silky, like a cephalopod.

An octopus.

But you are amazed at Peter's capabilities, either way. "Using multiple different batteries, so the energy isn't drawn away from the neural interface in a great capacity?" You blink, a bit amused at Peter's eager expression. "It would work, I think, but only if Otto is willing for a slight decrease in power."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong. We don't need to sacrifice power at all." Peter draws a set of gears, interlocking through the squiddy looking arm, and you clap your hands, clambering up out of your seat, finally enthused by his idea.

"Peter Parker, you genius!" You shake his arm excitedly, and he turns a bit pinker as he watches you, grinning. "Otto wanted the arm to be almost entirely synthetic material- but if it has rotating gears, the less it will jerk around. It'll be faster, smoother-"

"Thus requiring less power anyways, and less power will be redirected into his neural interface. And, hypothetically, no more angry Otto." Peter grins, and you smile up at him. "I mean, it'll still take some tinkering to figure out, but incremental improvements are still improvements, right?"

"Definitely. Plus we can always try to convince him about solar power again." You joke as Peter snickers.

Peter opens his mouth, about to say something to you, but he stares for a moment too long and hesitates, especially because in the nerdy excitement, he had gotten so close to you, and he was a liar if he said he had never checked out his cute co-worker. Any second now, you should be teasing as you usually do- but your eyes are wide and Peter gets the sense you've been swept up in this too.

He's never been so... close. He can make out individual eyelashes, tiny scars, imperceptible to normal people, but not to him.

And his phone buzzes with some kind of alert. He looks it over with bright, concerned eyes, while you take a moment to step back, much to Peter's mild irritation.

"Ah... must be MJ?" You ask, trying so very hard not to sound like a jealous girlfriend, just a curious colleague. You have nothing against MJ- you just feel that she and Peter are so meant for each other, and this is exactly why you've been trying to protect yourself.

Who are you kidding? You and Peter are both so busy- you'd never have time to be his doting, adoring girlfriend. You just have to remember him as a friend.

Already you feel the walls coming into place, your expression turning neutral, your heart becoming steely, when Peter looks at you again, surprised.

He can tell you're holding yourself back- and he doesn't like that. He wants you to come back to him, to be close with him again, and it drives him nuts that it has to be your choice, but he respects that.

"Not MJ. We broke up a while ago." Peter swallows, hoping he's saying the right things. "Uh... I don't think we're going to get back together. She's dating someone else now."

"Oh." You squeeze Peter's shoulder as comfortingly as you can. "Peter, I'm sorry. I would've been less of an ass if I'd known."

"No, don't be." Peter fixes a firm, kindhearted glance at you, taking your hands, the warmth of his own making you feel especially treasured. "You're great."

There's a teeny bit of hope working it's way into you, into your silly, girly heart despite all the steel around it, and Peter has a soft smile reserved just for you- you know that smile, you've seen it before when he comforts you when an experiment goes poorly, or when you've had a Eureka moment.

He rubs your hands. "Jeez, you're cold! I know women are usually freezing in the workplace- different body temperatures on average and all that- but I'm going to have to talk to Otto about making it warmer in here."

"Lest I die of hypothermia, right." You snort, and Peter snickers, but he still stays close, as if he's using this as an excuse. "Well, at least I have your hands."

Peter's phone buzzes again, another alert, which he apologetically takes a moment to read after letting go of you. Something about Fisk's thugs making their way through Grand Central Station- he shouldn't leave right now, but he can see your curiosity is piqued.

"Just a news alert. Nothing big." Peter lies, and you don't quite buy it, but you don't want to pry at this moment after he's complimented you and been so nice to warm up your hands.

Otto bursts through the entrance of the room, sighing.

"Will you two lovebirds stop canoodling with each other and test out the circuitry? You know, like I'm paying you to do so with very limited funds?" He barks, and then inhales. "Sorry. Just... try to stay on task. And I know you're young and all... but stop drawing on the walls!"

He leaves, grumbling about youth being too romantic and wishing they would understand sensibility.

You're about to refute whatever Otto said, so Peter doesn't feel uncomfortable, when he speaks first.

"I take it he isn't a romantic." Peter jokes as he grabs some paper towels, and you laugh, feeling that Peter's flirting was more genuine than you thought.

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charliedawn · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And you do ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"EDDIE ! Y/N IS GETTING MARRIED !"

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

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

"EDDIE !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bring back our happiness..."

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

"...Y/N ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wrong answer, Otto."

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

Five years.

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

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

"YOU LEFT ME, COWARD !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #ultron x reader #norman osborn x reader #otto x you #dr otto octavius #venom x reader #eddie brock x reader #marvel

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