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profeyandere · 2 years

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𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎 𝐎. ─── ☾ 𝟏𝟎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒

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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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angelofthenight · 4 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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charliedawn · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And you do ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"EDDIE ! Y/N IS GETTING MARRIED !"

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

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

"EDDIE !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bring back our happiness..."

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

"...Y/N ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wrong answer, Otto."

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

Five years.

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

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

"YOU LEFT ME, COWARD !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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holewithinahole · 10 months

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Brown and Green | Olivia Octavius x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You seem tensed, Spiderman.”

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

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

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

“What did you say your name was?”

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

Fuck, can you concentrate for once?

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

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

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

Focus.

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

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

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

Oh hell no…

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

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

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

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

Are you seriously sweating right now?

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

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

Toothy.

“Perhaps not in your universe.”

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

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

Right?

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

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

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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.

#olivia octavius x reader #dr octavius x reader #otto octavius x reader #olivia octavius #into the spiderverse #spiderverse imagine #spiderman imagine

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bloodonmysqueegee · 10 months

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Some little doodles from my "Superior lives in earth 1048 now" au/fic thing

I like to think that it's more obvious that e-1048 is very videogame-y to people that aren't originally from it (hence doc finding it weird that Peter can change his suit in one nanosecond)

Most of these doodles are based on a fic I'm writing right here, please go read it (ch. 4 should be out soon)

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knullanon · 1 year

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could we get some more platonic yandere doc ock?

sure! I love writing about this guy, even if it sometimes comes out bad lol

words: 1183

warnings: drugging, arguing, fighting, kidnapping, lmk if I missed any!

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won't really let you out anywhere. to be fair, there would probably be a lot of things he would give you to entertain yourself with, but if your an extrovert you might as well just shrivel up and die because there will be no talking to anyone until you are either able to escape or if there's a guest.

speaking of giving gifts, it's one of his favorite forms of talking to you when he first takes you. since you're either giving him the silent treatment, or are just not in a good state at all, he would just slide them over or try to present them to you when you weren't screaming, crying etc.

it would be anything he believed you liked. if he saw you mentioned something about a certain clothing brand or style, he would get you different outfits based on that. if he knew you liked video games, he would pick out a few that he thought you would like. or even if you liked doing certain activities, like playing an instrument or making art.

he likes getting you gifts you can use or interact with, as it gives him an opportunity to talk to you about something other than you just begging to go home. he likes just talking to you about different things or even letting you ramble about your interests.

however, sometimes he would give you gifts based on his own interests. for example, he'll give you books that he has read or books he enjoys rather than what you might like. or if he's working on a certain project, he might get books on how the actual project works. maybe he'll even give you blueprints for it.

sometimes, when there's nothing for him to finish or do, he'll order something he knows you'll like and set up a table and just have the both of you eat and talk. while it may be awkward at the beginning, he is also very persistent and will try anything and everything to make you talk, even if it's some rant about something you are very strong about.

he likes watching you talk about different things and how you react more on certain topics than others. he likes making mental notes in his head and writing them down later. do you like this show more than others? do you argue more over certain people? he keeps it in a secret little file he has stored in his computer.

actually, sometimes if you're unavailable for whatever reason, usually if you're asleep and he doesn't want to bother you, he'll look through your old messages, videos, and pictures, usually from your phone, to see how you were. what you liked.

this also comes in handy when he knows who you remember the most. your parents? your friends? if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend, he would most definitely kill them. wouldn't even hesitate. to him, they're unnecessary and a waste of time.

wants to be someone you care about, who you look up to. he tries his best to make himself appear more friendly, or almost better, just to try and connect with you.

you can't really escape that well. even if you do, he probably has you somewhere where either there are guards around every corner, or there are other villains (usually people who he works with frequently) who have no problem ratting you out, or dragging you back.

even if you were able to somehow avoid both, it would be a miracle if you were able to find a place to hide. even spiderman couldn't help you at that point. otto has money, power, and a bunch of people who are experts in finding missing people. unless you have the equivalent or better connections than he does, you will be out of the lair for at most a month. probably not even two.

he gets protective easily. very easily. since you never have anyone to talk to, if you talk to someone who is just visiting, he pushes them away (literally) and then tells them to basically mind their business. you would then be locked out of whatever room they were in until the visitor leaves, and then he would just sulk or pout for the rest of the night.

however, he can also lose his shit if you piss him off too much. depending on how you did it, though, can lead to different reactions. if you aren't paying enough attention in his eyes, he'll force the both of you to hang out, or he'll just hold you in his arms. if you pissed him off by hitting him, yelling at him, crying, he would just straight up drug you. nothing to make you fall asleep, more like to make you out of it, like weed.

he might even get you used to it on a certain day or time, just so that he can have his time with you. of course, this is only if you continue to act out. he won't tell you that he gave you anything, but if you confront him about it, he basically shuts down anything that makes him sound wrong. he won't deny it, but he will point the blame in your direction. that you don't know what you want in life, that everything he does for you is either because you need it or you deserve it, and that he gives you everything you could ever want and you still fight with him.

if you piss him off way too much, he will just start arguing with you. it's not going to be some equal kind of argument, either. he will make you feel like crap for saying anything in the first place. he will tell you that no one outside even cares about you. he will even bring up things that happened before he took you, that he just wants the best for you. he might even start yelling at you if you try to interject.

basically, he scares you into submission. even if you try to tell him you understand, he won't care. he'll continue to argue with you until he feels like his point has been made, that you won't argue or complain again. he won't ask you for permission for anything, he if wants something from you, he will take it. he won't give you any affection or praise, he will just stare and talk without any emotion. it might even be several days before he goes back to his normal old self.

of course, this is only if you make him too mad. he kind of regrets it afterward, as he feels like it was too harsh, but the actuators just tell him that even if it was a mistake, what was done is done. there is no way to change what had happened.

overall, otto is not that bad so long as you don't make him mad. he'll give you anything you ask for, anything to make you happy, and he gets very possessive very quickly if for some reason anyone is around you.

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I hope you guys like it 💗 sorry if it seems rushed, I'm kinda sad rn and not feeling well mentally :(

#yandere otto octavius #yandere otto octavius platonic #yandere otto octavius x reader #yandere doctor octavious x reader #yandere doctor octopus platonic #yandere doctor octopus imagine #yandere doctor octopus #yandere doctor octopus x reader #yandere doctor octavious platonic #yandere marvel #yandere marvel imagine #yandere marvel x reader #yandere marvel comics #yandere marvel platonic

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myveryownfanfiction · 4 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.

#otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius fanfic #Otto Octavius fanfiction #Otto octavius imagine #Alfred molina #alfred Molina x reader #Alfred Molina fanfic #alfred Molina fanfiction #alfred Molina imagine #monthly series

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gemstone-roses · 5 months

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I will be closing CHRISTMAS requests on Friday.

If you want anything written for your fav that is Christmas themed then time is running out!! So far I have

Hannibal: 1

Patrick Jane: 1

Bucky barnes: 1

Reminder of the original post that I would write TWO fics per character that’s Christmas themed and this does not affect ordinary requests and you can still request non Christmas themed fics as well.

Characters:

Eddie Munson

Sam Wilson

Bucky barnes

Thor

Loki

Bruce banner

Hannibal

Patrick Jane

Geralt of rivia

Olivia benson

Aaron Hotchner

Rafael barba

Otto Octavius

#marvel imagine #the witcher imagine #eddie munson x reader #hannibal x reader #patrick jane x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #rafael barba x reader #olivia benson x reader #aaron hotchner x reader smut #otto octavius x reader #bruce banner imagine

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iluvpicrews · 11 months

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Yeah well my husband is better than your husband because he commits OSHA violations daily so checkmate

#f/o -> harry osborn #f/o -> otto octavius #f/o -> Norman Osborn #self ship #self shipping #f/o #fictional other #f/o post #f/o imagines #luvs f/o #luv.text #villainous f/o #villain f/o #evil f/o

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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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