#Otto Octavius oneshot

[vvaspoppie]

Otto Octavius: Instinctive

→ Summary: After an incident, Otto finds out that Y/N is a mutant. → Author’s Note: Idk what this is probably the result of my Doc Ock obsession and watching some of the X-Men + Wolverine movies. Not evil Otto for this one. Pretend Norman allows them lunch breaks. →⚠ Warnings ⚠: Insecurities(?) → Fandom: Spectacular Spider-Man → Genre: Oneshot → Word Count: 1.2k → Pronouns: They/Them

You had no idea what Otto would think if he found out. You had been working at OsCorp for a good few years and in that time you’d come to consider him a friend. He seemed nice, but then again most people did when they didn’t know you were a mutant. It’s why you choose to keep it completely under wraps. The only people that knew were in your family. 

You worked in the genetics department. It seemed cliché, the person with a genetic mutation studying genetics, but that’s just how life works sometimes. You don’t remember how you met, and you didn’t really need to. You both took lunch at the same time and had been doing so since your first month at the company. 

It was lunch right then, not that you would have known that. You were too engrossed to notice the passage of time or your colleagues leaving the room or even Otto hesitantly approaching your hunched-over form. He softly called out to you but to your unprepared mind, it registered as a threat. On instinct, you disappeared. At least that’s what it must have looked like to Otto. You looked down at your arms and saw nothing. You saw the shock spread across his face as you silently stared. He turned around the room in search of you, mouth slightly agape. It was a better reaction than your last boyfriend. 

You’d turned semi-invisible in your sleep (meaning only your clothes were visible) and when he saw you he thought there was a ghost in your apartment. (Which was somehow more acceptable to him than the real reason). 

He softly whispered your name, which was when you reappeared. He jumped back in shock. “H-how did you do that?” He kept his voice low, likely not wanting to attract any attention from the people walking the halls outside.

Oh God, it was happening. You couldn’t tell if the look on his face was the ‘what-the-hell-did-you-do’ kind of shock or the ‘what-the-hell-are-you’ kind of shock. It was usually the second kind, but you didn’t believe Otto was like that. Didn’t want to believe he was like that.

Your heart was beating a mile a minute and your ears were burning hot as coal. This was it. You took in a deep breath and decided it would be quicker and easier to rip the bandaid off immediately. “I’m a mutant.” Then there was silence. His face reminded you of someone who had just figured out a complicated math equation, just more excited. 

It seemed as if the words went directly from brain to mouth. “Do you know how it works?” The realisation seemed to hit him quickly as he fumbled a bit with his next words. “Of course you know how they work,” he mumbled it like an apology, “D-do you know how it works on a cellular level, I mean.” With each passing word his voice became softer. You simply stared at him. You knew he was a scientist but his attitude still surprised you. Not afraid of the unfamiliar and instead interested - captivated by it - even. “No,” that was the word that opened the floodgates, “but I am doing independent study using my own blood. Oh, I also did my thesis on the genetic differences in human and mutant DNA.”

A small smile made its way onto his face. The air of the room was far less tense than a few moments before. “I suppose that’s why you never mentioned your thesis before.” Your face fell somewhat. “I can talk about it more if you want, just - don’t tell anyone else. Please.” It bruised your ego a bit to be pleading with someone like you're a school child asking someone not to tell anyone about your crush, but what else could you do. 

“Yes, of course,” he cleared his throat, though it sounded more than a little forced, “should we get to lunch now?”

You whipped your head in the direction of the clock on the wall. Your lunch break started a whole five minutes ago.

“Sure, sure. My bad.”

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At most lunches, you were both too drained to speak about much, preferring to enjoy each other's company in silence. Otto was more talkative than before for obvious reasons.

“You could commit crimes very easily with your abilities,” he spoke softly.

“I suppose so,” you didn’t quite enjoy what he was implying, but you didn’t want to assume deeper meaning where there might not have been.

“Have you?” Once again, brain directly to mouth. “Thought of it I mean- I know you’d never do something like that.”

“A few times,” it was tempting, even the best people’s minds would wander if they had your abilities, “I never acted on it. I doubt OsCorp would hire someone with a criminal record.” Nark sons of-

“Of course they wouldn’t, it would be horrible for publicity.” He cleared his throat and gulped down his water.

“Sure.” The conversation ended there and left a one-sided awkward air between the two of you. You wondered if it was a felony or a misdemeanour that caused the sudden uptick in his nerves. 

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It was the end of the workday and the lunchtime incident was almost completely absent from your mind. You packed your lab equipment away and wiped down almost every surface that you could. You weren’t sure if Otto was still in the building, but knowing him you ventured to guess he was. When you reached his lab, you could clearly hear what sounded almost like an argument. Almost because it was just someone else berating him. You knocked on the door and called out his name. The room went quiet and not a minute later Mr Osborn stormed out of the room. He shot you an irritated glance, but said nothing.

You hesitantly poked your head into the doorway. The lab was clean and Otto looked to be unharmed. (physically at least)

“Are you in trouble?” You asked, stepping into the room.

“No, no trouble. Mr Osborn is just … like that.” He was trying to keep the mask up, but it was plainly obvious that he was upset. Maybe now wasn’t the best moment to ask, but then again- “Do you want to go get dinner with me? I could pay if you want.”

“Yes.” His answer was quick, but his backtracking was just as fast. “I-I would love to…” He trailed off.

“But?”

“But I have more work still to do.” He sounded as disappointed as you felt.

“I thought they weren’t allowing overtime for this month?” HR did a crappy job of explaining why, but you got the basic idea down.

You could practically hear the way his heartbeat spiked by the look on his face. “It’s a special occasion.” You decided it was best not to question the way higher-ups thought.

“Do you know when you’ll be free?” This conversation was a verbal trainwreck.

“I believe I’ll be available next Thursday.” He had that awkward smile on his face again, it looked almost like the one he had when a hypothesis was proven wrong.

“That works.” The little confidence you had when you first walked into the room was nowhere to be found at this point in the conversation. He extended his hand, and you shook it. “It’s a date.”

He had to have been the most awkward yet cute person you’d ever known. And you had a date with him next Thursday.

Tagging: @sargensliza

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[edith-hyde]

I saw ur post about the x readers! I love both Norman and otto, they my boys. Is there anyway you could possibly do a lil story where the reader has a god awful migraine, I’ve been dealing with one for the past 4 days, and I’m dying rn. Like what do you think he’d do when his S/O gets a bad migraine? If you don’t wanna write it it’s okay! I still love u and ur stories nonetheless! 🤍

I am sorry to hear about the migraine :( I know your pain all too well. I hope these little shorts bring you some comfort. Get some rest and drink plenty of water!

NORMAN OSBORN

Norman entered the room and flipped on the light. You instantly groaned, rolling away from the glaring torture that was the lamp. Norman scowled, staying rooted by the door.

“Y/N? What’s the matter?”

“Turn it off,” you wined, “I’ve got a migraine.”

The light disappeared, plunging you back into the blessed darkness. You sighed with slight relief, though the pain still seared through your head. You honestly wanted to throw up because it hurt so bad. There was very little that was likely to bring you comfort, but Norman still tried.

Approaching the bed with purpose, Norman sat next to you and pulled you into his lap. He pet your hair which strangely soothed the pain within your skull. 

“Would you like me to get you anything?” he whispered, “We’ve been working on some new painkillers at work…”

“I’m not really in the mood to take experimental drugs,” you moaned. 

“Fair enough. Just… tell me what I can do.”

“Just hold me. It’ll pass in a few hours.”

Norman readjusted himself so that he was braced against the headboard. He continued to stroke your hair until you finally fell asleep. Your last thoughts were of Norman. You were so thankful to have him.

OTTO OCTAVIUS

The searing pain of a migraine was the last thing you wanted. Curling up into a ball, you begged God for mercy. 

And that mercy came in the form of Otto.

He stuck his head into your room, pausing when he saw that the light was off. Just looking at you once told him exactly what was wrong. He left only to return with a bottle of water and an icepack. Without a word, he sat on the edge of the bed and placed the ice against your temple. Relief spread through your cranium and you sighed. Rolling over to look at Otto, he smiled at you in the darkness. His actuators swirled in the air, grabbing your covers to pull them up to your shoulders. Grabbing Otto’s massive hand with both of yours, you forced a smile.

“Thank you,” you whispered, “You always know what I need.”

“Of course. Be sure to drink some water. They say it helps.”

You accepted the water bottle and took a swig. Otto went to leave but you groaned in protest. 

“Stay with me for a while? Till I fall asleep?”

“If that’s what you want.”

You scooched over to allow Otto some more space on the bed. He awkwardly sat against the headboard, his metallic tentacles draping themselves wherever they could fit. You crawled into his lap, resting your head on his leg. Hesitantly, he placed his hand on your shoulder. You gave a happy hum and closed your eyes. 

“Thanks Otto… you’re the best.”

“If you say so.”

#request #ask #answer #oneshot #fanfiction #norman osborn #norman osborn x reader #otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #sam raimi spider man #spider man: no way home

[galaxypaintersblog]

Day 16: Wounded

My little entry for the Octogoblinoctober

@octogoblinoctober

Norman could feel every muscle in his body when the Goblin stopped clouding his mind. He blinked absolutely confused and when he saw straight again, he say Peter. The other universe's Peter. "Peter...?" he asked and looked around himself. What happened? How did he end up here? In a very wide distance he saw Otto, who was busied with this Electro guy and a man, he didn't recognize. To Norman's left he finally saw the Peter from his own universe but he looked hurt. There was a stabbing wound. A stale taste was on the lost man's tongue.

Helplessly he looked up, in a pair of eyes that was full of hatred. "W-what have I done...?" he asked lost but never got an answer.

Golden light engulfed him and brought him back in his own universe.

Norman was actually surprised to wake up alive, in the old ruin he once died in. Weakly he tried to stand up. Everything hurt and felt sore. The poor man still wondered what had happened because as he tried to stand up, he broke down again. The pain had become stronger with his try and as he looked down he saw that some parts of the glider suit were broken down, sticking out of his flesh. Norman whimpered and sat down. Did he have internal bleedings? Would he die here again, alone, no one caring for him? The thought alone made him feel sick.

Most significantly one of the knifes of the glider suit stuck out of one wound. The former CEO played with the thought of pulling it out, ending his pathetic life but somehow he couldn't. What was going to happen with Otto then? Oh god, Otto.... Where was he? Norman whimpered again and tried to stand up. Otto had died at Hudson River, which wasn't far from that ruin.

Would Norman make the way? He had to try and so he did. One hand firmly holding his abdomen to force his body to move. It was excruciating, every step felt like stepping on knifes.

He didn't know how much he had walked, civilization of the town that never slept, ignoring him, as if he wasn't even there, walking through several side streets with serious wounds. Norman could already see the pier when his legs gave in. Without being able to control it, he fell to his knees, desperately crawling but it was to no avail. He pulled a serious blood trail after him when he stopped moving. His vision blurred harder and harder but before he passed out he believed to see some known boots in front of him.

When he woke up he laid on something like a bed. He blinked and took a deep, painful breath. "Hello...?" Someone entered the room. "It's fine, Norman. You are safe." a very calm, very known voice said. Norman was awake in no time and wanted to jump up but huge, comforting hands pushed him down. "You have to stay in bed. Your injuries are worse." the voice said and it's owner took one of his hands. "Otto..." "Yes. It's fine now... We are home." said man whispered calmly and carressed his wounded knuckles. "I-I never had the courage to tell you, Otto... and after our fight, I, I was afraid you would just hate me even more... I.. love you, Otto... Always did, since college..." The man moved his face in Norman's vision and smiled that beautiful, wholesome smile. "I know, Norman. I love you too. I guess we are just like Romeo and Juliet but now, finally without the parents who wouldn't accept our love." Otto answered poetically and kissed him on the forehead.

"But enough of the romance now, Dear, let me take care of your wounds now." he suddenly added with a bright smile. Norman almost had to laugh but thought twice and just grinned. "Thank you, Honey. Will I live?" Otto pulled the blanket back and revealed several bandaged. Few of them were stained. "Yes, I'm positive you will." he said matter-of-factly and changed the bandages, cleaning the bits of pus out of them and put ointment on the deep cuts.

Then he wrapped fresh gauze around his lover's body. "Thanks, Otto... Uhm... Could you... er... lay next to me... I'd like to... cuddle... I know that's nothing a CEO-" "Shush, Dear. It's fine, I'd love to cuddle with you, careful, though." Otto interrupted him and laid next to him, just to pull him in a very careful hug. Norman closed his eyes and nuzzled into the taller man's shoulder before slowly drifting off into a restful slumber.

#octogoblin #oneshot #octogoblinoctober #norman osborn #otto octavius #ottoborn

[villainworshiper]

hi everyone! Since I came back here to tumblr after a long time I wanna left my Ao3 user, goldenheart_00 I will be taking requests for one shots here, it could be pairings between characters or reader inserts

My current topics are

Moon Knight

Spiderman (Raimi trilogy and Nwh related)

Good Omens

And im open for sensitive content (angst, violence) etc if you want something specific we can talk in my dms or just send me an anon, have a nice day/night!

#moon knight #marvel #oneshot #requests open #just dont be shy I wanna write something #im nice i swear #just akward #writing #ineffable husbands #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #otto octavius

[discordsmuse]

Discordsmuse Masterlist

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Hello friends! Finally putting together a masterlist to make it easier for you guys to find all my fanfics here since I only post to AO3!

These will be organized by fandom and character.

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Baldur's Gate 3

Halsin

dance me to the end of love, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav and Halsin admit to their feelings post-Moonrise and fuck on a balcony.

Silence, NSFW/18+ : Fem!Tav and Halsin fuck in a closet

Do Unto Others, NSFW/18+ : Fem!Tav wants to give Halsin some attention and convinces him to let her be the giver for once.

Enver Gortash

body more than just a flesh, you can sell it for success, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav is invited to dinner with the Archduke and things get a little heated.

i will give you all that you need, NSFW/18+: Sequel to the above, Fem!Tav and Gortash bathe together before Enver gets a little handsy.

gracious men are those who suffer, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav and Enver w/ a free use kink.

legacy with no memory, NSFW/18+: Fem!Durge and Enver Gortash w/a pregnancy kink

I wanna know my god, At least enough to fear Her, NSFW/18+: Fem!Durge and Gortash have a lil bit of hate sex

Gale Dekarios

be my nightfire, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav catches Gale mid-alone time. Feelings and sex ensue.

Abdirak

sanctify you bedsheets with the sweat along your hips, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav is fascinated by Abdirak and nervously asks him to teach her about Loviatar.

Raphael

delightful little detour, NSFW/18+: Canon rewrite for what happens when Fem!Tav tells Raphael he's bad at sex.

Let the Dream Begin, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav/Raphael Phantom of the Opera AU, slowburn

Office Hours, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav/Raphael College AU

Rolan

i wanna have a home, i wanna share it, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav and Rolan get together post-saving the tieflings from moonrise.

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Pirates of the Caribbean

Hector Barbossa

The Pirate Lord, NSFW/18+: Barbossa/Reader post-Elizabeth being kinged.

All That Glitters, NSFW/18+: Longform Barbossa/Reader canon rewrite pre-CotBP

Liar's Bet, NSFW/18+: Longform Barbossa/Reader canon rewrite during CotBP and DMC

feel the edges start to burn, NSFW/18+: Barbossa/Reader where reader is friends w/Carina

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Harry Potter

Severus Snape

isn't it lovely (all alone), NSFW/18+: Snape/Reader closet sex

no death in rebirth, NSFW/18+: Snape/Reader longform amnesia oneshot

Brought to Life, NSFW/18+: Snape/Reader marauder's era classmates to lovers lol

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Dead by Daylight

Canon/Canon

Contention, NSFW/18+: Ace/Meg against a tree hatesex

Breaking Point, NSFW/18+: Megmillan first time

It's Alright, Teen/16+: The survivors and killers recover post-entity

Anna/The Huntress

Not so much taming as growing accustomed, Mature/16+, Huntress/Reader friendship to lovers

Herman Carter/The Doctor

Untethered, NSFW/18+, The Doctor/Reader where reader annoying him but in the fun, bratty way

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Resident Evil Village

Karl Heisenberg

Business Partners with Benefits, NSFW/18+: Heisenberg/Reader where reader is Moreau's niece

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Spider Man

Dr. Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

Working Overtime, NSFW/18+: Otto/Reader where reader is his lab assistant

Bedside Manner, NSFW/18+: Otto/Reader where reader is Doc Ock's lover

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Labyrinth

Jareth the Goblin King

Midsummer, NSFW/18+: Jareth/Reader at the midsummer fae ball

don't leave me lonely, NSFW/18+: Jareth/Reader sequel to Midsummer

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The band Ghost

Papa Emeritus IV/Cardinal Copia

Better Than, NSFW/18+: Copia/Reader where he's a little insecure about Terzo being better than him

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Dracula

Dracula (lol)

Nice Costume, NSFW/18+: Dracula/Reader in a modern setting at a party

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Our Flag Means Death

Israel Hands

we do get desperate, now and again, Mature/16+: Fem!Reader/Izzy hurt/comfort unrequited love.

i wanna be yours, Mature/18+: Fem!Reader/Izzy first time together

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The Quarry (2022)

Travis Hackett/Laura Kearney

• fell in love with the fever, Explicit/18+: Travis and Laura are forced to spend some time together 6 months after the incident.

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This list will grow/change as I write more :D Thanks for reading!

#hector barbossa #pirates of the carribean #labyrinth #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #raphael #gortash #harry potter #snape #fanfiction #author #discordsmuse #masterlist #smut #otto octavius #dracula #ghost #writing #izzy hands #izzy hands x reader #the quarry #travis hackett #laura kearney

[dainty-fingertips]

I looove your work about Otto! Would you maybe consider doing something where the reader works for him as a practice for university or something and is severely touch starved and lonely? And whenever someone touches her, she jumps and Otto thinks it's because she doesn't want to be touched but in reality she just feels worse afterwards and doesn't want people to know? And one evening she sees someone get hugged by him (maybe an old friend or something) and just breaks down because she's in love with him but can't imagine him returning her feelings? With a happy ending, please?

Okay, so that's a bit much and I totally get when you don't want to do that..

Thank you anyways so much for providing great content to us! Have a wonderful week! :)

see little openers and closers like that make me tear up :,) this ended up being like three times as long as any of my other oneshots so I hope you enjoy it, friend!!

Patience as a Virtue ||otto octavius x fem.touch-starved.reader

word count: 3464

summary: Two lucky students from MIT are selected for in-person training with renowned Oscorp scientist, Dr. Otto Octavius. Peter Parker, and Yn Ln. Yn is a woman who is rather selective in her affections and often doesn't show her love in physical ways, which has caused her to be a bit of a loner her entire life. Working with doctor Octavius seems to have opened up something she never knew was inside of her before, however...

trigger warnings: crying, but with comfort

“Yep, thanks.” She gave Gwen a soft pat on the shoulder, but the blonde didn’t catch the discomfort in her words. Gwen took her arms from around her and waved softly as she walked away. “See you next week!” She called, jogging out of the foyer of MIT. An uneasy sigh slipped past Yn’s lips and she slipped her binder into her bookbag. Gwen Stacy had been tutoring her on calculus for the past month or so, and the two had become relatively close. Gwen was a hugger; Yn was not. Zipping the bag and sliding it over her shoulder, she nodded at the janitor who had begun to mop the floors. The gesture was returned and followed by a slightly hoarse “Safe travels.”, To which she replied “As always.” No clue how it happened, but at some point, her and the lanky old janitor had become buddies, too. Apparently he had overheard her conversation with Dr Connors about assisting Otto Octavius in his lab for credits, and he came to her after she left mentioning how he used to work for him.

The janitor worked for Otto about 10 years ago as an assistant scientist before he retired and began doing simple janitorial work at the school. He told her that Otto was a wonderful employer in a variety of ways, including his kindness. He cared fully about his assistants and was the best in his field, so she should have no trouble with him. Oh, how right he’d been. She had never looked forward to something quite as much as she looked forward to going to his lab on the weekends. In fact, she even had her own Oscorp ID badge that she carried around thanks to him. It wasn’t a very long walk from MIT to the Oscorp tower, only a couple of blocks following the flow of pedestrians. It bordered on being stormy, with a rumbling sky overcast and monochrome; but she felt anything but dreary. Her heart pumped excitedly at the thought of the doctor. How would he greet her today? Would he make her coffee like last week? Coffee from him tasted better than any café in Manhattan.

 Entering the elevator inside Oscorp tower, she began her slow journey to the fourth floor to go see Otto. She turned and looked at herself in the reflective walls inside the elevator, using her fingers to thumb her hair into the best possible position. Her outfit was unwrinkled, and with her hair in place, she was able to make sure that she looked her best upon entering the lab. The doors opened and she stepped out onto the white tile, turning left to approach the double doors to Octavius’s lab. She pushed them open and noticed the usual bustling of technicians and murmur of the mathematicians, and the humble figure of doctor Octavius hunched over his desk with a paper cup half full of a Jamaican blend. Cream and sugar, she’d learned he liked. She weaved through the other scientists and approached the doctor, setting her bag down at her feet. He seemed to hear her before she even said a word, because he quickly smiled up at her and stood up.

“You should have sent me a text! I could have met you outside with an umbrella!” Were his immediate words. He pulled her hand into a warm shake. “You aren’t cold, are you?” He asked. She shook her head assuringly and grabbed his hand in response. Handshakes were something she didn’t quite mind so much, especially not the doctor’s. He never prolonged them for more than a couple of seconds. “I’m just fine, doctor. And it isn’t raining yet.” She laughed softly. Otto looked at her strangely and turned his head to the window. It had begun to drizzle when she had entered the elevator, apparently. “Well, it wasn’t when I was outside.” She corrected, shrugging lightly. “I’m just glad you aren’t wet. You can get quite sick in the rain.” He sighed, motioning for her to follow him. “Did you have Connors today?” He asked her, fetching her lab coat for her. She shook her head, taking off her school-branded sweatshirt, leaving her in a t shirt. “No, I don’t have him on Fridays.” Otto tutted disappointedly and swiftly approached the resident laboratory Keurig to brew her a cup.

“What a shame. How’s he doing?” He inquired. She leaned against the counter, buttoning her coat. “He seems to be doing just fine. Says Parker and I are his best students.” Though the statement was made passively and nonchalant, Otto couldn’t help but grin at her and bring attention to it. “Out of your class, or just that period? Makes sense, since the two of you were selected.” He asked her, tilting his head forward slightly. “Oh, ah… I’m not sure. He didn’t specify,” She replied back, slightly embarrassed. “I’m not surprised Parker was grouped with you. He’s a brilliant boy. I just wish he had your work ethic.” He chuckled, quickly adding a “Don’t tell him I said that.” before he got himself in trouble.

She smiled softly, a blush biting at her cheeks. “It’s our secret, and thank you for the compliment.” 

The two of them chatted aimlessly at anything and everything, but nothing all the same. It was very domestic conversation for a relationship like theirs. Otto discussed simple home-life things as well as what progress they’d made that week, and she talked about her classes and friends. It surprised her how invested he always seemed in such mundane things, like her hobbies; however simple or complex they may be, Otto was a nuclear physicist. His lab work was infinitely more interesting than her simple college-life interests. But this, she had considered, was probably one of the reasons she found herself so attracted to him. A man with his status and schedule always made sure to take time to talk shop with her before they began their work? That fact alone will do wonders for anyone’s self esteem. 

Otto’s kindness had touched her on more than one occasion, and as a result, she found herself gaining an affection for the doctor like she’d never had with anyone else. He handed her the cup he’d brewed for her and they walked back to his desk as their conversation dwindled down to a comfortable close, and from the grave rose a new one. One about work and science, chemistry and physics; their specialized fields. Peter quickly walked in the door, definitely wet but not quite soaked. He had probably ran here. Otto and Yn waved at him, and the doctor excused himself for a moment to go greet him. While he and Peter were chatting, grabbing coats, and brewing coffee, Yn began to set up the evenings tests they had agreed on the week before.

The night came quickly, faster than either she or Otto would have liked. Peter’s aunt was waiting for him at home, and so he never could stay for very long; tonight, though, he decided to stay back and help clean up. Those two were always the last in the lab with Octavius, and most of the time it was only Yn; the doctor was always accompanied during closing, either way. She and the doctor were making the smallest of adjustments as Peter pushed in chairs and organized papers. “Thank you for staying late tonight, my boy.” Otto said, standing upright and turning to face him. “Don’t you know it’s impolite to leave a busy lady to do all the work?” He continued teasingly, earning a comically unamused look from her and a bashful stutter from Peter.

“I-I’m sorry, doc. It’s just, my aunt May, you know…” Otto chuckled softly and approached him with Yn when they finished. “I’m only teasing, my boy. Yn here is more than capable.” His simple praises made her heart grow a bit lighter each time. He smiled down at her before looking back at Peter, and then back at her, and then back at Peter. He seemed conflicted. “...You know what? I think the two of you should get together for a nice dinner some time.” The two students panicked and she and Peter both frantically refuted the suggestion. “We’re just friends! Acquaintances! We only met because of this lab deal!” And again the doctor only grinned, patting Peter on the shoulder. He almost seemed... excited. If Yn’s head could explode, it probably would have. She so badly wanted to say something clever, something witty to get back at him; but she only stood and covered her eyes with one of her hands. She wanted to go out for a nice dinner with Otto, not Peter!

“Alright, alright. Let’s go, you two.” He said, motioning to the door, shoving aside his sudden bout of joy at the news she didn’t feel that way about Peter. The lab had since emptied out and so Peter and Yn had ease walking to the coat lockers without worrying about bumping shoulders with an ornery technician. “Sorry about that…” Peter mumbled quietly to her. She only shook her head with an awkward grin. “It’s not your fault, don’t worry.” He laughed dryly and licked his lips, looking down at the floor. “Ah, if you… if you would, uh, if you WOULD like to go out to dinner with me some time,” her throat tightened. “I’m sorry, Peter.” She responded, hanging her lab coat up. He sighed and nodded, dropping the topic. “Thanks for the offer, though.” She offered a sympathetic smile and the two of them made their way back to Otto, who had already hung his coat up before them. He noticed Peter’s dejected expression, and looked at him with eyes that read sympathy.

The three of them left the building and got in the elevator, slowly descending the lower part of the tower before exiting into the foyer. The all stepped into the luxuriously decorated lobby of the Oscorp tower, illuminated by a glass chandelier and several warm lights overhead. She and Otto And Peter (the doctor acting unknowingly as a buffer between them to prevent awkward contact) walked to the door, when suddenly a thought struck Yn; she had left her sweatshirt in the lab. “Oh, shoot. Hey, doctor Octavius?” She quickly said, stopping. He turned to look at her curiously. “Yes?” He inquired. “I left my sweatshirt in the lab. Can I go and grab it?” She asked him, relishing the gorgeously curious wide eyes of the doctor. “Of course. One moment, I’ll go with you.” He stated, turning to Peter.

Their conversation quieted down, and she took that as a silent ask for her to go wait by the elevator. She turned and made her way to the leftmost elevator, the one they’d come from, and she watched the interaction play out. Otto in his soft maroon turtleneck talking to Peter, who looked just as lost as you were. In the glimmering light from the chandelier, his dark hair caught a light that almost made it seem like he were glowing. She finally was able to admire him from a distance without him noticing, and he truly was the most handsome man she had ever had the pleasure of being around. And she got to work for him, how lucky was she? She noticed his arm reach into his back pocket and grab an envelope that he handed to Peter.

At first, Peter tried to decline it, but Otto insisted. He took Peter’s hand and placed the envelope in it himself. Whatever the doctor was saying seemed to really surprise Peter. Surprise him enough to take it and stare at the envelope in disbelief. Otto smiled softly at him, said something she couldn’t hear, and Peter replied with something she couldn’t hear either. But from reading his lips, it looked like a “Thank you.”, and she watched as Peter received a hug from him. Peter hugged back, tightly grasping the envelope in his hand. She then realized in that moment that the envelope probably contained money. Rent, maybe? She also realized something else, then, too. That she was very much touch-starved and she was very much in love with Otto Octavius. 

The more she watched them, the lonelier she felt. She felt chills travel up from her feet through her legs and torso and all the way to her face, and she began to breath a bit heavier. She quickly pressed the button on the elevator and she went to the lab herself to grab her sweatshirt. She saw herself in the reflection of the elevator mirror and covered her mouth and she felt hot tears begin to fall. Never in her life had she wanted to be hugged before. Never had she had a desire to be touched. But now, she didn’t know what to think. She passed the second floor. A hug from the doctor would be so fulfilling. It would be so warm and so assuring, she knew she could sit in his embrace for hours if given the chance. She wiped her eyes, but the tears didn’t stop. She passed the third floor. It wouldn’t be forced or uncomfortable, too long or too short, and maybe they’d even kiss. She reached the fourth floor. A kiss from doctor Octavius…

She opened the lab and stumbled inside, bleary-eyed and trying her best to breath. There  was no way, she concluded, that the doctor could love her, too. She was 20, he had at least 30 years on her. That didn’t bother her, but it might bother him. She wanted to love him. She wanted to hold him in her arms and have him smile down at her like he always did and tuck her hair behind her ears while he told her how much he loved her, too. Her sweatshirt was folded on the counter by the coat locker. She grabbed it, but she couldn’t bring herself to put it on. She tucked it into her chest with one arm and she covered her mouth with the other and continued to sob into her hand. God, how badly could one person desire to be held?

It wasn’t selfish. It couldn’t have been. She had barely ever been hugged because she pushed it away. But now she wanted it! She needed to be in somebodies arms, and it needed to be the doctor’s. And if this was selfish, than by God, she would let herself be selfish. 

The door opened.

“Yn?” Otto called to her. She quickly sniffled and wiped her face. It was dark, so hopefully he wouldn’t be able to tell. “Hey, doctor. I went ahead a-and… and I came and got it.” She said, straining her voice to try and sound as normal as she could. “Yn, are you crying?” He asked frantically, turning on the front lights by the lockers. She was walking toward him with puffy eyes. “N-Nah, no I’m fine.” She strained an uneasy chuckle into the air. Otto quickly met her where she stood, placing a concerned hand on her shoulder. “Dear, what’s happened?” He insisted. He caught how she shivered into his touch, and so he quickly removed his hand; he’d forgotten she didn’t like physical contact.

However, he also caught her lingering gaze on his hand before tears began to fall again. “D-Doctor, this is going to b-be really weird,” she sniffed again, dropping her sweatshirt from her shaking fingers. “B-But can you give me a hug?” He realized then. He and Peter hugging must have triggered this. He picked up her sweatshirt from the floor of his lab, looked at her with sad eyes and a tight, pitying smile, and slowly pulled her into an embrace. She gripped the fabric of his sweater and began sobbing all over again. He was so big and warm, he felt like a blanket with arms and body heat and fingers that softly rubbed her back and a voice that whispered soft nothings to her that told her she was alright. He was more than a blanket. He was more than a pillow she would hold close at night. He was a person, and she was finally able to hug him. She was finally able to be held in someone’s arms without discomfort. 

“Doc…Doctor, I-I’m so sorry--” She choked out, pulling her face from being buried in his sweater; but Otto put a finger to her lips and told her no. “Don’t apologize, my dear.” He said, moving his arms to hold both her shoulders. “What caused the sudden change?” He asked, just to be sure he wasn’t assuming things. She sniffled again, bringing her hand to her face to wipe her eyes again. “I think… I think seeing you and Peter being such good friends for so long. A-And I think tonight, when you both hugged, it just… I realized how lonely I was. Not just physically. Romantically and emotionally.” She swallowed thickly. “You and Peter and… and Gwen sort-of and the janitor, Mr… God, I can’t even remember his name.” She laughed weakly. “You four are the only people I can say I’m friends with. I wish… I wish I could have had this epiphany in high school, so I could've maybe had a boyfriend. I know, I’m a sad excuse for someone my age.” 

Otto shook his head again and pulled her into another embrace, this one without her crying as much. She was mostly just recovering, now. “You’re only 20, my dear. You’re no excuse for anything. I have to say, I’m honored I was able to help you.” He said, placing a firm hand on her upper back and the other on her lower.  She wrapped her arms around his neck. “If only you knew.” She mumbled, closing her eyes tightly before opening them again and blinking away the last of her tears. “Knew what?” He asked. “How much you’ve actually helped me.” She cleared her throat, not moving an inch. “If it wasn’t weird, I’d say that…” she caught her tongue, but it was already too late. Otto waited a moment, and pressed on though he was a victim of what he was sure was wishful thinking. “Say that what, dear?” He asked. She couldn’t see it, but he was smiling softly. He had a hopeful glimmer in his deep brown eyes.

“...”

“You aren’t going to scare me away if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“... I’d say that I liked you.”

To save face she downplayed her true feelings slightly. She knew very well the answer she was going to get, but tonight already hadn’t gone according to plan. Why not go ahead and get this one out of the-  “Oh, thank God.” He breathed shakily, holding her a bit tighter. “...What?” She asked, looking over at his head. He pulled away from her , holding her shoulders again with amber cheeks and a relieved smile on his lips. “I do too.” He crowed, looking down at his feet in embarrassment. “Y-You do?” She repeated, voice near inaudible. “I didn’t want to be weird.” He laughed. “Doctor, I…” She couldn’t think of words to say to convey the somersaults her heart was doing. Her chest tightened and her eyes flickered back and forth between his. 

“You look like you don’t believe me.” He mused, looking back up at her with a small embarrassed grin. “I-I… I mean, part of me does.” She responded, looking away in near-complete disbelief. “...Doctor, do you… mean that?” She insisted. He moved his hand to gently tug her chin back to face him, leading her to look back into his slightly lidded eyes. “Do you want me to prove it to you?” Her words got caught in her throat. She couldn’t formulate a response as her cheeks nearly caught fire. Instead, she decided to be brave. She leaned up to him slowly, hesitantly, cautiously. This was uncharted territory. The doctor smiled down at her and leaned her to meet her in the middle, their lips pressing together with the tenderness of tulips. 

First kiss at 20… better late than never, right? 

Otto kept his hands on her shoulders the entire time. The kiss didn’t last but only for a mere 3 or 4 seconds, but the poor girl looked like she was going to pass out. A kiss from doctor Octavius… it still seemed so outlandish, so unreal. “Are you okay?” He asked her, raising one hand to cup her warm cheek. “I’m… I’m great, doctor.” Otto smiled in relief, carefully placing another kiss to her forehead. “You may call me Otto, dear.” He told her in sappy confidence. Maybe, just maybe, a nice dinner with the doctor wouldn’t be too outlandish of a request, after all. She smiled up at him a real, genuine smile. One that only Otto could bring out. “I thought my luck had peaked when I got selected for this program.” She laughed, sniffling one last time. “Fate holds hidden luck for us all. We must simply be patient enough to receive it.” He sighed, happily stroking her cheek with his thumb and fighting back tears of his own.

“Patience has always been a virtue of mine.” She mentioned with a grin.

“I think you’ve taught me how to make it one of mine, as well.” He replied, smiling equally as wide.

#doctor octopus x reader #doc ock x reader #x reader #doctor octopus #marvel x reader #otto octavius #alfred molina #doc ock #otto octavius x reader #raimi spider man #god i love dilfs #alfred molina x reader #alfred molina marry me #my red flag is proofreading my work after i upload it #I JUST REALIZED ITS 3:12 AM OMFG BYE GOOD NIGHT

[2braincellslz]

⚠️Request are not guaranteed⚠️

Request junk:

So heres what is will and wont write:

Will:

Fluff

Angst

Oneshots

Long storys

Aus

Headcanons

Y/n

Ships

Will nots:

Smut (for now atlest)

Really just smut

Fandoms:

Ace Attorney:

Pheonix wright

Miles edgeworth

Dick Gumshoe

Maya fey

Franziska Von Karma

Slashers:

Michael Myers

Jason Vorhees*

Brahms heelshire

Billy lenz

Bubba *

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Stranger things:

Steve Harrington

Eddie munson

Hopper (as a father figure)

The kids (no shipping tho)

Billy hargove

Lexi*

Marvel:

Captain America

Bucky barns

Iron man

Peter parker

Dr. Strange

Thor

Widowmaker

Quick sliver (age of Ultron)

Wanda *

Peaky blinders:

Thomas Shelby

Arther Shelby

Finn shelby

Ada shelby

(I can't remember the rest of the names lmao)

The sandman:

The Corinthian (gay only)

Morpheus

Satan

Death

Spiderman:

Spider man

Harry Osbourne

Otto octavius

Norman Osborne

MJ

The breakfast club:

John Bender (the criminal)

Claire (the queen)

Andrew (the jock)

Brian (the brian)

Allison (the basket case)

Game of thrones:

Robb stark

Theon Greyjoy

Jon snow

Little finger

The other guys lmao

Witcher:

Jaskier

Geralt

Yennifer

Others and such

Other-

Characters from Nightmare Before Christmas

Characters from Corpse Bride

Jack sparrow

Also i can write fanfic with your oc.

If there is a character you want (from a completely different fandom or one of the ones listed) then dont be afraid to ask!

When you send in a ask, do be sure to specify if you want male, female, or GN. (And for the dsmp characters tell me if you wan c! Or cc!)

*I dont really know all that much about them

#billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove #billy lenz #slasher x reader #slasher x male reader #stranger thing x reader #stranger things x male reader #requests #stranger things ships #marvel #the breakfast club fanfic #the sandman #thw sandman fanfic #the breakfast club #Spiderman #got fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #ace attorney #the witcher

[dearlawdimasimp]

Alfred Molina/Willem Dafoe Masterlist

Legend:

♠ - oneshot ♣ - prompts

🥰 - comfort 🤪 - crack

💞 - fluff

Otto Octavius

` Dear boy - 💞♠

Pairnings: Otto Octavius x currently masc presenting!reader

Warnings: language(cussing), grammar, no use of y/n, implied that reader's pronouns change and that only at this point of time where the story takes place they use he/him pronouns while being in a workplace and in a relationship with Dr. Octavius(idk if this is a warning but if you guys think it isn't i'll gladly edit this out), possibly ooc Otto, not beta'd or whatevs and a self-indulgent mess (let me know if there are anything else i missed!!)

Summary: A small look into the life of a queer reader who is in a relationship with the Dr. Otto Octavius.

` Doc Green..Ock?? - 🤪♠

Pairings: Otto Octavius x gn!reader x Norman Osborn

Warnings: few cusses, grammar, use of "dude" once but mostly gender neutral, no use of y/n..i think

Summary: A small spark of creativity could make a flame of..interesting events..

` Our Darling - 🥰♠

Pairings: Otto Octavius x gn!reader x Norman Osborn

Warnings: i think..none? but uhm..this does talk about depressing stuff- OH and there might be grammar errors, english isn't my first language lmao😭 AND this was not edited, beta'd whatever so im literally just posting this blindly kahdhs 💀

Summary: It was one of those days, where the bed was much more comfortable than anything else and you just feel numb and the two scientists, Norman and Otto, helps you feel better

Alfred Molina

` MCU Actor!Reader - 🤪♣

imagine: short!silk!actor!reader x Alfred Molina(platonic or romantic..idk)

Maxim Horvath

` MCU Sorcerer/Magician!Reader - 🤪♣

random thought: MCU!sorcerer/magician!Reader x Maxim Horvath 👀

#G•writes #G's•masterlist #G's•Alfred Molina masterlist #otto octavius x reader #maxim horvath x reader #alfred molina x reader #doc ock x reader #otto octavious x oc x norman osborn #otto octavious x reader x norman osborn #doc ock x oc x green goblin #doc ock x reader x green goblin #mcu x reader #mcu actor!reader #sorceror/magician!reader

[lovemoone]

༻✦; w e l c o m e ✦;༺

ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢs! ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴʏ. ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪsᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴏɴ! ɪ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀsᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʀᴜʟᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ. ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴀɴᴅsᴏᴍᴇʟʏ.

✧༺✦✮✦༻∞ 𓃠𓃠𓃠𓃠 ∞༺✦✮✦༻✧

All characters requested must be 18+ I will not write anything that isn’t platonic with minors, even if you yourself are a minor.

No noncon/dubcon or any other triggering material like that, please.

I do not wish to write or interact with anything along the interests of pro-shippers. I ask that this boundary be respected.

NSFW is allowed! If requesting smut, please make that clear in your message. You can add a lemon emoji if you’d like, I will find it funny.

All x readers are gender neutral and of unspecified sexuality by default unless requested otherwise. That being said, in smut works please say if afab, amab, intersex or if no specific genitals should be used for your comfort. As an afab, I usually write with afab bodies in mind.

I will write for ocs! I just need as much relevant information as possible so that I may characterize them correctly.

It should be obvious but no requests will be accepted if containing hateful or bigoted content.

I do lead quite the busy life, so if you do not wish to wait long for your request to be finished I am always open to discuss payment to boost your priority. I cannot promise when free works will be finished, but if you pay we can work out completion dates.

Representation matters! If you would like to see a certain demographic of ‘reader’ please don’t be shy to ask. I will do my very best to make an accurate portrayal.

I really hate the use of “y/n.” I feel like it breaks the immersion of the work, so most likely y/n will not be used.

If you would like to request anonymously for any reason, please DM me what you would like, otherwise anon is disabled in the ask box so that you get a notification when I’m finished.

I mainly write oneshots but I am open to continuing any of my works, so please don’t be afraid to ask.

I reserve the right to decline any requests I do not like or personally find uncomfortable.

❥; ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴀʏ↶

♡Currently writing for♡

Marvel

Doc Ock/Otto Octavius(TSSM/USM/Raimi) + Olivia Octavius

Baldur’s Gate 3

Lae’zel

Shadowheart

Astarion

Gale

Wyll

Karlach

Halsin

#lovemoone #information post

[friday-the-400th]

HELLO!!

AYOOO HI GUYSSSS :0 im Caleb!

19!! yrs old :)

he/they pronouns

check here for my most latest and popular posts!

i do hcs and oneshots mostly, but i can do stories and such.

i like slasher, horror ,dsaf, dialtown, fnaf :3 i use tonetags and gifs mostly >.im just a silly :) i like memes and i do art sometimes XD

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what i’ll write for:

-dsaf (any characters)

-error 143 (✨micah yujin✨)

-TWILIGHT SAGA CHARACTERS (CULLENS ONLY)

-diary of a Wimpy Kid movies (any characters)

-ash williams (i simp for that badass)

-supernatural (any characters)

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-slasher/horror characters (any characters)

such as:

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-Rusty Nail

-The Sinclair Brothers

-Micheal Myers

-Jason Voorhees

-Billy Loomis + Stu Macher (poly or not)

-Thomas Hewitt

-Brahms Heelshire

-Billy Lenz

-Asa Emory

-Hannibal Lecter

-Harry Warden

Candyman/Daniel Robitaille

-Jack Torrence

-Norman Bates

-Kurt Kunkle

-Carrie White

-Tiffany Valentine

-Jennifer Check -whatever one you want, bro

-☆☆☆AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY AND GOOD OMENS CHARACTERS!!!!!

_-------------------------------------------------_ new! -mike schmidt -scott pilgrim (any characters) -john wick -stranger things -saw (any of them excluding the new movie, because i haven't seen it yet.) -otto octavius! -spider man characters! (any) -marvel!

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PLEASE PUT THEM IN THE ASK BOX IF YOU HAVE ANY <3

(male readers only usually and gn (im not good at writing for women)

-male

-gn!

-hc reader (soft!, shy!, ect

PLEASE ASK FOR MICHEAL MYERS STUFF PLEASEE

this is my Twitter btw https://twitter.com/aziraphalesbff

#diary of a wimpy kid #fnaf #blueycapsules #not my rodrick #dsaf old sport #dsaf #jeremy fitzgerald #jason vorhees x you #jason voorhes x reader #chucky x reader #carrie white #micheal myers #micheal myers x reader #bubba saywer x reader #error 143 #slasher x reader #donnie darko x reader #donnie darko

[ao3feed-sambucky]

you hold the future inside you

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/46884478

by pinkpilot

Compilation of 500 word oneshots for this year's mayterinity bingo card!

Very self indulgent fics, all set vaguely in the mcu. There is no rhyme or reason behind them. I'm just obsessed with these characters and want to stick them into these situations.

Enjoy!

Words: 500, Chapters: 1/16, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Peter Quill, Namor of Talokan (Marvel), Sylvie (Loki TV), Otto Octavius, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Lang, Stephen Strange, Karl Mordo, Eddie Brock, Venom Symbiote (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel), Peter Quill/Thor, Otto Octavius/Rosalie Octavius, Loki/Peter Quill, Loki/Sylvie (Loki TV), James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Loki/Stephen Strange, Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote, Karl Mordo/Stephen Strange

Additional Tags: Mpreg, Mayternity 2023, Breeding Kink, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Pregnant Sex

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/46884478

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

[edith-hyde]

Characters I want to write for:

Peter Hale (Teen Wolf)

Chris Argent (Teen Wolf)

Slade Wilson (Arrow)

Floyd Lawton (Arrow)

Nathan Stark (Eureka)

Otto Octavius (NWH)

John Druitt (Sanctuary)

Anybody interested in an x reader Oneshot or even a series for any of these guys?

I’m still working on the next part of my Norman Fic of course and that should be posted in the next couple of days. Thank you for your patience.

#x reader #Peter hale #chris argent #slade Wilson #arrow #arrowverse #Nathan stark #eureka #otto octavius #spider man no way home #john druitt #sanctuary #fanfiction #teen wolf #floyd lawton #deadshot #deathstroke

[cbkeats]

·̩̩̥͙✩•̩ * ˚ Sending in a Request?

I'm currently looking to write just about Anything for c!'s Dream, Wilbur, Sapnap, Quackity, Schlatt, but am willing to try my hand at c!'s like Karl, Sam, George, Niki, Philza, and the Benchtrio (most of which will likely remain platonic in accordance with cc! boundaries or my own <3).

I'm also so badly brain rotting over RK-800 Connor, with previous fixations on Paul Atreides (Dune '21), Five Hargreeves (TUA), Star Wats hotshots like Kylo, Poe, and Mando, and a "classic" Marvel lineup of Bucky Barnes, Otto Octavius, Cap'n 'Murica, Goblin, Stark, and good ol' P. Parker (tom). Send in a request or bully me in my asks lmao let's make something happen <3.

⚘᠂ I write nsfw!

⚘᠂ I have the right to refuse any request I am uncomfortable or unqualified to write!!

⚘᠂ I also will be keeping any reader pov as gender neutral (for sake of audience applicability and my mental stability).

⚘᠂ I have limited energy/time but will write whatever sparks my imagination, so interest and specificity is helpful!

⚘᠂ Specifics such as:

᠂ relationship: romantic | platonic

᠂ theme: nsfw | fluff | angst | etc (any? all? a missing one?)

᠂ character/s (I will consider cc!'s if in accordance with boundaries ! <3)

᠂ type: headcanon, blurb, oneshot, scenario, etc

#request guide

[imagine-a-dream]

Don't blame me

Otto Octavius x female!reader

summary: You are a superhero that takes the job of protecting citizens after the sudden disappearance of Spider-Man. Things do not always go according to plan, but sometimes they turn out even better than you imagined.warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, vaginal fingering, dry humping. requested by none other than my thirstword count: 3235AN: You can read it on AO3 as well and there's version in Russian here (idk just in case). Part 2 'Bruises' (flashbacks)

Your back hits the wall with a loud thud, the force of it knocks the air out of your lungs and the world goes dark for just a moment. But you don’t have time to recover; two metal claws immediately dig into your shoulders, tearing the fabric of the superhero suit and the delicate skin under with the ease of a red-hot knife through butter. The cuts are shallow, barely bleeding, and it hurts your pride more than brings you any real damage. The lack of oxygen burns your lungs and you take a deep breath, greedily swallowing the cool evening air.

You snap your head up, and the silhouette of the master and creator of the mechanisms pinning your body, is stepping out of the dark. His regal figure approaches you slowly, if not reluctantly, and his shadow swallows all the light around you hiding you from the whole world. It seems like the darkness comes from within himself.

Octavius stops right in front of you and only by a slight tilt of his head, you realize that he's looking you over.

“Here you are, birdie.” His voice is steady, simply stating the fact. Here you are, indeed.

You can’t see his eyes behind the dark lenses of his glasses, but you just know that they have the same malicious excitement of an animal finally catching his prize after many days of chasing. For some reason, this comparison amuses you. Between the two of you, it’s debatable who is the real prize here.

To be completely honest, you had no desire to break out of the three-fingered paws on your shoulders. Not, when you had their owner right when you wanted him after many weeks of seemingly fruitless flirting. You did wiggle a little, even if just for a show, but other than that you did not make a move to free yourself, arms hanging loosely at your sides. If it weren't for the sunglasses hiding his eyes, you could swear you'd be able to see a reflection of your own, almost sadistical, enjoyment of the current situation.

The light from a passing car illuminates his face just for a few moments, and in the darkness of the alley where this madman lured you in, or more like thrown you down from the top of the near building, your eyes manage to catch a crooked smirk with a slight touch of pride. You want to wipe it off his face with either a sandpaper or your own lips, you're fine with either.

He opens his plump lips, no doubt to throw some witty and clever remark you way, that you will replay in your head for the next few days in the loneliness of your apartment, but this game of cat-and-mouse turned you on so much already, that the next words came out of your mouth before you can even think of it, bypassing any stopping points in your feverishly excited brain:

“Easy, tiger! I do like it rough, you got me here, but maybe buy me dinner first, eh?”

He stops dead in the tracks with his mouth agape, and you don't even try to stop your mouth from speaking your thoughts anymore: “Though we can skip the dinner. With you looking like a damn five-course meal and a dessert… I bet I'll be full enough for the evening.”

You watch the change of expression on his broad face with almost childish excitement. The poor man seems to be so taken aback by this ridiculous and out of place comments that don’t even notice his metal devices unclenching, releasing your rather stiff shoulders from their grip.

If you were a ‘real’ heroine, like the notorious Avengers or X-Men, so almighty and full of honor and dignity, this small interaction would be a part of a distraction plan that would offer you some time to escape or strike another blow to the villain, taking advantage of his confusion… But you were not like them.

You believed that lying to yourself was a bad and useless habit, so you were always willing to admit even the darkest of your desires. And at the very top of this not very long wish-list for the past few weeks was him.

You shoot Otto a playful wink and leant forward, raising a hand as if to cup his face, but the supervillain recoils and takes a step back, almost stumbling over one of his appendages. You find his reaction almost comical and can’t help but laugh out loud. He clearly w as not expecting such a turn of events and the furrowed brows tell you that he’s quite angry with your amusement. He opens his mouth again, but you happily interrupt him once more:

“Aw, don’t pout, Doctor, I am serious! Don’t blame me, though, when it’s all your fault. I mean just look at you, such a tall, strong man and a genius at that. And these tentacles…” With each word, you took a step forward until your palm finds its place on the lapel of his inner coat, barely grazing over the only exposed area of skin. “I can only imagine how useful they can be.”

You grin broadly, noting with pride how even in the darkness of the street you still can clearly see the blush coloring his face and spread further down his neck. It’s even adorable, you think, if you forget about his failed attempt to rob a jewelry store not that many hours ago. That poor security guard must be in great pain with this many broken bones.

Despite the obvious lewd subtext behind your words, the man stands still, only titling his head slightly, and don't make another move. You were foolishly hoping that maybe this way he finally catches on your true intentions, but it seems like the luck isn’t on your side today. You're almost disappointed.

“Shame. Judging by our previous encounter, I thought you would be… braver.”

You click your tongue on the roof of your mouth disappointedly and give his body a dirty look over. Your gaze lingers on his broad chest, slightly glistening in the dim light of street lamps with tiny beads of perspiration all over it. You stare for a few moments longer than the situation requires. And definitely much longer than any norms of decency allows.

You let your covered thumb connect with his skin finally, giving it a gentle whisper of a caress, and breath out dreamily.

“But what a sight…”

“Oh, you little minx.” A barely audible whisper reaches your ears and you find yourself pressed against the nearest wall for the umpteenth time of the evening. You cry out in surprise, digging your fingers into the soft flesh of his chest in an attempt to stabilize yourself. One of his prosthetics quickly snakes his way around your arms, connecting them tightly behind your back, and the other wraps around your legs, completely depriving you of the chance to move and escape their death grip. The devices raise you slightly to Otto’s face level.

With a quick movement of his gloved hand he takes off the glasses, finally revealing to you his beautiful chocolate eyes framed by thick black eyelashes. He narrows his gaze, locking your eyes, and you almost choke on your breath of the intensity of it, feeling more vulnerable than ever. Despite the life-threatening situation, you can't help but notice his pupils dilating wildly and consuming the soft brown, leaving only blackness.

He pulls himself closer, completely covering your body with his own. His chest is pressing against yours so hard that you can feel how each of his breaths pushes you deeper into the wall; the uneven surface of the bricks scratches your back, but it only turns you on more. Your faces are dangerously close to each other, so close that his breath burn your lips, and the tip of his long, slightly hooked nose touches the short hairs on the end of your nose, tickling it.

You take a deep breath through your nose and the bitter and distinct smell of cooling asphalt and gasoline hits your nostrils; somewhere in the back you can hear barely audible-expensive Cologne with a light touch of sweat and metal. The wild mixture of aromas is suffocating, it settles on the insides of your throat like a sticky veil, and your head starts to spin with intoxication. Or is it from the feeling of his hot body pressing yours into the cooling hardness of the bricks? The contrast of temperatures makes the feeling of sweet anticipation spread through the body like wildfire and you shiver against him which doesn’t go unnoticed.

Otto chuckles darkly and tilts his head just so that his lips are barely grazing over the corner of yours now; his nose pokes your cheek right under the edge of the mask that hides the upper half of your face, protecting your identity. You gulp, unable to move from the sudden intimacy of his movements. He ghosts his lips over your face, moving agonizingly slow, until he rises to the very lobe of your ear; to this moment every inch of your skin feels like it’s melting under his touch.

Your eyes screw shut when Octavius presses his lips on the inner shell of your ear. His deep rumbling voice flows into your ear like liquid lava and your body responds with a strong, almost painful, spasm in your lower abdomen.

“You really think you’re ready for me to be brave, huh?”

You find the strength to exhale a stubborn “Surprise me, Doctor.”

His dark chuckle sends a wave of electricity through your whole body. You can feel it traveling from the very tips of your fingers to stop in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh, damn you, calling me Doctor like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it.”

Your brain is so far away that you can’t come up with any sort of at least somewhat believable lie. You just nod, admitting the truth behind his words. And it earns you a very pleased “Bad girl.”

The next moment he sink his teeth into the flesh under your earlobe without any warning and you already feel a bruise forming on the delicate skin. A gasp escapes your lips and his wet, thick tongue slides like a snake over the burning skin, apologizing for the caused pain. Your lower lips are throbbing with desire, walls clenching with only one wish; of him inside, stretching you to the hilt. And you feel almost ashamed, but you push these feelings away, focusing on other, more important sensations.

Otto leaves a trail of wet kisses all the way down to the collarbones and stops only when his lips reach the collar of your supersuit. Soft breeze pleasantly cools your now wet neck and the soft sound of your moan seems so foreign that at first you don’t realize that it comes from your own throat.

“Won’t you look at yourself, birdie. So quiet, so… submissive. I like it.”

He’s cheeky, knowing exactly what en effect he has on you, and you can hear it in his voice, but it doesn’t matter anymore. The tentacles tighten their grip around your wrists and ankles and you hiss at the tug.

"Easy, boys. We don't want to break her yet."

You feel the tips of his fingers wandering around your chest, grazing over it tentatively. They wander over the surface of the suit, drawing obscure patterns on it. The touch is so light it nearly drives you mad and you arch your back to feel him, but he pulls his hand back just in time so you don’t have much-needed attention. You whine pathetically and he shakes his head, disapproving of your impatience.

He then raises his hand as if to cup your cheek but stops halfway and changes the trajectory. You’re about to ask him what is that he’s doing, but the question is stuck in your throat when you see his teeth ever so gently bite into the hem of leather glove on his middle finger.

Enchanted, you watch his hand slip oh so smoothly out of the piece of clothing and it hang empty, captured by his teeth. You let out a choked moan and his small smirk turns into a wide grin. That bastard is clearly enjoying your reactions. He quickly pulls the glove off his other hand and puts them both in his pocket. Not wasting another moment, his hot palms land on your breasts and he squeeze it gently. You groan simultaneously.

The heat of his hands warms your insides more and the flames of desire spread through your body, quickly turning into a wildfire, burning out the last remains of any other feelings but lust. Doctor massages your breasts and lets out a hoarse moan. You lick your lips at the sound, your walls flattering in need of attention. One hand travels carefully from your chest to your stomac; his palm glides down over your body gently, stroking every curve on the way, and stops right above the belt.

He turns his palm so that his fingers face your womanhood, the movement of his fingers tickle your soft stomach and the muscles contract; it gives Otto enough space to snake his hand under the belt inside your pants. He stops abruptly and looks up at you, questioning. But he doesn't need to ask, because at this point you’d willingly do any damn thing to feel him inside of you. Only after your affirmative nod he allows his hand to travel further in your underwear. The other hand moves to the waist, fingers diggint into your love handles.

He reach your pubis and hover over the labia, teasing the swollen lips with a whisper of a touch. You whine, and try to lower yourself in a pathetic attempt to get at least some satisfaction, but Octavius just clicks his tongue and continues the sweet torture.

You can’t take it anymore and despite your better judgment whisper feverishly: “Please… please, please...”

His voice is dripping with smugness when he asks. “Please what, darling?”

“Please!” You raise your voice in despair. “Please… touch me.”

He hums satisfied. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Suddenly his middle finger roughly press on the head of your pulsating bud and your whole body jolts in shock. You groan loudly, voice hoarse and shaky. He exhales loudly and mumbles under his nose, you only hear something along the lines of ‘already’ and ‘wet’, but you don't even think of asking him about it. By this point, you don't care about anything in this world but this man.

His strokes are gentle and slow and it makes your hips thrust on their own accord. Skillful fingers working on you with care for a few more minutes, and in any other circumstances this kind of attention would be a pleasant start, but right now it's too slow for your liking. Your heavy head falls on his shoulder, you whine and writhe under his touch like a bitch in the heat. You feel the pressure building inside of you slowly, but it’s not enough, and in a pathetic attempt to reach your peak faster you squeeze your thighs to press his hand closer to your core.

You feel his body rumble with soft breathy laugh and his chest vibrates under you, stimulating sensitive nipples and making you shudder. Mercifully, he dips index finger fist, and then the middle finger right into your slick opening, thumb taking their place now, rubbing your bundle of nerves. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust to the stretch of his thick fingers and start to move them inside of you. Your breath increases and comes out in short whimpers when he fastens his pace and you hide your face at the base of his neck breathing in his scent.

Even, through the pampering blood in your ears and street noise around you hiding spot you can hear wet sounds of his digits pushing in and out of you in a rapid pace. You think that your moans and heavy breathing can be heard from miles away, but all of the thoughts in your head disappear when Otto angles his palm and insert a third finger and the pressure of his digit on your throbbing bud increases; the pace of his pumping and the force of his hand are so perfect that it makes you see stars.

Your thighs shake from how good he makes you feel. Your leg twitches involuntarily and your knee ends up captured right between his legs and under his crotch. His bulge pokes in your upper thigh, and you feel his huge excitement. The connection makes him groan loudly and his hips thrusts in your leg.

His fingers on your waist tighten harder and you’re almost sure that he’ll leave his fingerprints there for you to remember. You strain your thigh a little and he nearly chokes on his gasp. He pulls into you even closer, squeezing you with his weight as if he wants to merge with you. He rolls his hips once, twice, and it’s not long before he’s humping your leg without a care in the world. He’s pleasuring himself with your body, hips rubbing his member in sync with his fingers thrusting into you, massaging your walls so deliciously.

His low almost animalistic growls pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You're close, so close...

And then the world explodes, your walls clenching violently around him and body convulsing in the world-shattering orgasm; your mouth opens widely in a soundless scream. To prevent the shouting of his name in bliss for every soul to hear, you clench your jaws and your teeth dig into his neck, leaving a dark mark for him to remember. Octavius groans and increases his speed, helping you ride out your last waves of pleasure and chasing his own release.

Your body goes limp on him with a final sob; he makes a few more sharp thrusts and stiffen at last, shaking. His breathy moan gets lost somewhere in the crown of your hair. You stand there for several minutes, breathing heavily. After some time, when your breath is steady and heart is calm, he carefully removes his hand, covered with your fluids, and wipes it on the inner fabric of his coat. He takes a step back and the restraints on your arms and legs loosens, and you almost fall to the ground, legs weak and boneless, but he catch you just in time.

He gives you a few more minutes to recover, hugging your smaller form almost lovingly, until pulling away completely.

“Well, I must admit it was a pleasant turn of today’s events, even if a bit unexpected.”

His upper claw returns his hat, that fell off his head in a fit of passion, to its rightful place. Otto adjusts it to his liking, looks over your ruined suit, and bows in a mocking manner, holding the brim of his hat with two fingers.

“Until next time, Y/n.”

He all but purr and your legs nearly give up from the sinful tone of his voice.

It’s only when his figure disappears in the night streets you realize that he called you by your name. You real one.

“Wait, what the f…”

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Something Good {Otto Octavius x Reader One Shot}

Requested by: @thehoneybeast​ Wordcount: 1965 Summary: With a mentor like Otto, there’s no way that you’re ever giving up, on anyone or anything.

It was hard being a gifted child. Okay, maybe it was a strange thing to complain about, getting good grades and compliments all of the time. The scholarship to any university of your choosing hadn’t exactly been a bad thing either. But it was the fact that now that you were furthering your education, now that you were in classes with people who were at least as intelligent as you, probably even more so, it was killing your confidence. Everything that you came up with seemed to have already been done by your peers. Even though you had the support of your teacher, mentor, friendly figure Otto Octavius, it didn’t feel like you were enough. It didn’t feel like you belonged here. Maybe you should have stuck with some drivel program that you would have been ahead in just to feel ... normal.

“Science is about pushing through borders, of what we already know,” He would often say to you. “Going beyond what is possible. How are you going to do that if you don’t keep up with your thinking? Don’t focus on what other people are doing. Do what you want to do. It’s your passion that brought you here in the first place.”

Easy for him to say, of course. He was absolutely brilliant. He was the only reason why you hadn’t actually dropped out of the program. He never gave up on you. That meant something. And it went beyond him wanting the tuition money, no, he gave you extra attention, even invited you out to dinner with him and some of his co-workers for passionate and intricate scientific conversations. That’s how you met Peter Parker, who became a good friend of yours. He was just as big a fan of Otto as you were.

You had gone to Otto’s demonstration with the intention of being inspired. You stood beside Peter, watching with wide-eyed interest as Otto was strapped into his device. Even if his wife was there, you couldn’t help but notice the strength in his body. Clad in a tank top rather than the lab coat. A wince from everyone else as needles injected themselves into the back of his neck, all up his spine but you watched as he bore it. Focus was all that could be seen in his dark brown eyes.

The prostheses started to move. Those octopus like appendages. All with the power of his mind. This alone was a scientific breakthrough. You and Peter both shared a look of awe as he started to explain what he was doing. But you had to admit - they were intimidating. Good god, you couldn’t even pay attention to what the reporters were asking. You were caught up in the magnificence of it all.

But then things started to go wrong. Things started to fly around the room as the light started to grow brighter between those metal snappers. Otto trying to convince everyone, including himself, that it was only a spike and it would soon stabilize. But even you could see that it was far, far, FAR from stable.

He looked over his shoulder at you first, his goggles now covering his eyes so you could not make out what he might have been thinking. Whatever fear he had was hidden. But you could feel that he was looking at you. And then he looked over at his wife. And then back in your direction to look at Peter.

“We should evacuate,” You said, reading between the lines. Things could get very bad. Very, very bad.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please clear the room!” A female voice overpowered all else. A hot wind went through the room, from the light. Alarms going off everywhere. Metal plates coming off of the walls and all. “There’s been a containment breach,” One of the other scientists alerted.

People were yelling. The energy source - it was going crazy. Even Harry was yelling at Otto. You were by the door, helping people to get out. Trying to keep them in a steady line. But your eyes were on the scientist the entire time. He was still under the illusion that he could get it under control.

But something else took your attention. Spiderman. Spiderman? He grabbed Harry, saved him from a rolling cart. You couldn’t stay much longer. Everything was getting crazy. But you had to make sure that Otto was okay. You were so reluctant to tear yourself away from the doorway.

“What are you doing?” Otto asked.

“Pulling the plug!” Spiderman announced. But one of those tentacles, whether it was in Otto’s control or not, shoved him out of the way. You gasped, seeing the superhero hurt on the ground. Glass shattered. Otto’s wife screamed. It was your turn to be shoved this time, Harry taking your arm and pulling you through the door.

“But Otto-” You said, using the professor’s first name.

“He’ll be fine, we gotta go!” Harry said. You didn’t know him as well as you knew Peter but you allowed him to guide you out. Something that you regretted as you later saw the news of what had happened.

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He was in your kitchen.

You got back from classes, weary. A depression had been set upon you since the events of the big experiment, the demonstration. Mrs. Octavius was dead, Otto was - who knows where. People were looking for him. His body hadn’t been found so he didn’t die in the lab.

Clearly not.

For he was in your kitchen.

Eating a sandwich.

“Otto?” You asked, unsure if he was real or not. You were tired, you hadn’t been sleeping well since the event. The worry, the anxiety. It was keeping you up to late hours, tossing and turning in your bed. You couldn’t believe that he was just - out there, on his own.

“Y/N,” He said, the metal tentacles still behind him. They were going through your things. Opening drawers. And cupboards. One gently took a hold of a glass and pulled it down to the table. The other stuck a sharp pin into a cork on a bottle of wine and pulled it out. You blinked at all of it. This was hardly what you were expecting. “I thought out of everyone - you wouldn’t mind.”

“Mind what? You going through my kitchen?” You asked, watching as wine was poured into a glass. And then a second was taken. “I suppose not - I’m just happy to see you’re okay."

“Does this - look like I’m okay?" He asked. For the first time, you noticed that he had a very defeated look to him. His eyes. They were more puppy dog like than usual. Very kicked while already down. He had lost his wife. He lost control of his experiment. He was losing everything. Your statement did feel very foolish now.

“No, I suppose not. Sorry,” You said, setting down your things and sat down at your small two-person dining room table. It was a miracle you even had an apartment, given your strict student budget but Otto here had helped you with scholarships and grants. Still, your furniture was all fourth or fifth hand, or picked up from the street. This table, these chairs included. But Otto was looking beyond that as he sat down as well, handing you a glass of wine. You took it. You sipped at it. You weren’t much of a connoisseur but it didn’t taste like the watered down stuff you were used to at parties so it was lovely. “What are you doing here, Otto? Everyone has been looking for you. And what you did at the bank, I -”

“I don’t want to talk about that. Not while I’ve got these few moments of clarity,” Otto said, brushing that all away. “That wasn’t me. I know that you of all people would understand. The neural transmitter - it broke during the explosion. I’ve figured out how to work with it, to be myself for a couple of minutes at a time but - Doc Ock, as they call me, will be back. And he’s going to keep hurting people. I need your help.”

“Anything,” You said, earnestly. “Whatever you need. A place to lie low? Or - or maybe I can get some things from your lab?”

Otto chuckled from his seat, and there was nothing sinister about it this time, not like what you had heard on the news. “No, you just continue on with your work. Just keep supporting me. Just keep knowing that I’m here, and don’t forget that. If just one person knows...” He stayed quiet for a moment, gazing off into space somewhere. “I have to go.”

“No, please,” You said, reaching for his large hands. He jumped at the contact, not expecting it. “I’ve been trying to figure out a way to fix the transmitter. I’m getting close. I know I’m not the best student in your class but - I think I can get it.”

“This is science, and as you can see, even the best make mistakes,” Otto said, solemnly. He squeezed your hand to your surprise. “Do not put yourself down - it is the different perspectives that make this field interesting."

You looked at your hand, and then you looked up at him, that face, it was just so Otto and not at all Doc Oc, but it was starting to turn in front of your eyes. He let go of you as soon as he possibly could. As if your hand was on fire. He was retreating. He was heading towards the door.

“Don’t go,” You said, eyes wide, reaching for him, but he took himself out of your grasp. A smile spread across his face, and there he was. The man that you had seen on television. The man that was not at all the Otto Octavius that you knew and that you adored. This was not the teacher that you had aspired to be.

“Thanks for the sandwich, y/n,” He said, shoving the last of it into his mouth, one of his claws opening the door as he backed himself up. Two of them were open towards you, showing the sharpness inside. They could grab you so easily. “You should hope that you don’t see me again.”

“I can’t do that,” You admitted to him. “I’ll see you again Otto, once I find a way to fix your transmitter.”

Even Doc Ock looked surprised by your words. They had come so close to getting stuck in your throat but they came out smoothly. Because you had meant them. And truth - truth should not be suppressed. But then he smiled again, and the door closed as he left.

You could hear him going down the hall, the claws aiding him along, the railing ripping - you could imagine it as the racket hit your ears.

There was nothing about Doc Ock on the news that night. You had curled up on your couch watching it. Waiting for any sort of breaking news that he had robbed a bank or was trying to bait out Spiderman. But there was nothing. The city was holding it’s breath, just waiting. You hoped that it had something to do with you. That maybe you had reached Otto and he was regaining control of himself. He had been lucid for that little while. God, you just hoped, hoped, hoped.

And until then, you’d just keep working, the tingling feeling lasting in your hand long after he had let go of it. You remembered the squeeze. The earnestness that he had shone. That was your inspiration. That was your motivation. That and his words, his appraisal, his belief. There were so many students that he could have gone to but he had come to you.

How could you ever feel insecure after that?

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Otto Octavius x Reader

WARNING: NSFW; Sex Pollen; SMUT 🔥🔥

Summary: When Otto experiments with a brand new substance, it doesn't go well. Y/N sees the big bad doctor in a whole new light.

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IT WAS A NORMAL DAY IN THE STARK INDUSTRIES LAB, Y/N was looking at documents Fury wants her to look at as she sat down at her desk in the lab.

"Hey Doctor Octavius, here's the file the Fury had with the stuff you've been dealing with." Y/N said and turned to the man as him and his tentacles were studying the substance.

"Thank you Miss L/N." Otto said to her and Y/N gave him a smile and he gave a nod. "Norman and Curtis took the day off, so I'll be working late tonight."

"Of course, I probably will as well with all these files Fury wants me to look at." Y/N said with a sigh. "I'm gonna need coffee."

Y/N got up from her chair and went over to the coffee machine, glancing every so often at the physicist.

Ever since Peter had accidentally brought men from other dimensions they had all begun trying to get their lives a little bit normal.

Norman, Otto, Max, and Curtis all worked at Stark Labs with Y/N as they were all interested in the advance technology and investing in their own research.

Flint actually had begun a flower shop with Clint, after hitting it off with Clint and his family and becoming an uncle of sorts.

Of course Strange was trying to figure out how to get them all home but in the meantime, all of them had a good life after being fixed and helped by Peter and Peter and Peter.

Y/N was introduced to all of them when Peter had given them a tour of the lab. Y/N was one of the top alchemists in Stark Labs, being friends along side Bruce Banner.

Peter had been able to get Pepper to allow the men to work in the labs as long as Y/N was there. Y/N agreed as she could see the men's talents and they were all happy that she agreed.

Though Y/N got along with all of them, Otto was the one that normally kept to himself.

He would indulge in the occasional conversation or two, but when he was focused on work, he would only be focused on that.

Y/N understood though she felt sometimes that it was personal, every time she would invite him to lunch or grab coffee he would always decline. Even if the others would come, Otto always declines.

Norman, Curtis, and Max all assured Y/N that he didn't hate her, it was just Otto being a grump. Y/N tried to believe it but she still felt a doubt in the back of her mind.

"So Doctor Octavius, do you know exactly what this substance is?" Y/N asked.

"I have no idea, but by the looks of it, it's not toxic." Otto explained, looking at bright blue powder.

On the last mission with Peter and Sam, they had gone into a hydra base and when they had gone into one of the rooms, there were rows and rows of a bright blue powder substance.

Peter and Sam got a couple of samples before they had to escape from Hydra agents. Bucky had seen it before but never knew what it did and this Fury put Peter's friends to the case and Otto was stuck doing the beginning of the work.

"I wonder why Hydra had so many?" Y/N asked and as she came in closer to look.

As Y/N came closer, Otto didn't notice her standing so close and when he turned, he accidentally drop the vial and it spilled everywhere.

"Dammit!" Otto yelled and Otto and Y/N stepped back as the powder blew up. Y/N moved to the other side of the room but it was too late, they both inhaled the sweet and sickly scent. "You should of watched where your going!"

"I'm sorry, there wasn't a distance printed on your back!" Y/N yelled back, holding her shirt up, covering her nose. "Dammit now we have to quarantine."

"What?" Otto asked, looking at her in anger.

"We don't know what this stuff is! We can't just walk out and assume it isn't a plague." Y/N said and looked up. "F.R.I.D.A.Y set up quarantine and let Fury know that we are in lockdown in Lab A."

"Of course, Miss L/N." F.R.I.D.A.Y said and suddenly all the doors looked and the windows were then laced in an electric shield. As Otto watched as they were put in lockdown Otto looked back at Y/N and glared.

"Listen we will be fine, there's always a protocol for this, why do you think there's a bedroom and bathroom in this lab?" Y/N asked.

"Incase you overwork or you decided to spend the night?" Otto asked.

"Okay that or incase you are exposed to a dangerous chemical." Y/N explained. "You'd be surprised how many times Bruce has dropped something on himself."

"So what? We just sit here?" Otto asked and Y/N shrugged.

"We can figure out what this is, the sooner the better." Y/N said and as she tried to approach Otto stopped her.

"You've done enough, thank you." Otto snapped and Y/N looked at him a bit hurt and went over to her desk as she saw Fury pop up in a video call.

Y/N sighed, already having enough anger toward her for the day. She sadly answered the call and an annoyed Fury showed up.

"What happened?" Fury asked as Y/N looked at him with a deadpan.

"The chemical Doctor Octavius was inspecting broke, I told F.R.I.D.A.Y to quarantine cause we don't know what we are dealing with." Y/N said. "We'll be fine, once we figure out what this is."

"No need cause we sent it to a couple of other people and Carol found out what it was." Fury said and Otto turned his head toward Y/N's computer. "Carol said it's an aphrodisiac, she remembered encountering it a long ago and had tried stopping a couple of smugglers getting it on Earth."

"Well somebody smuggled it in." Y/N said and Fury nodded.

"Yes but it's not as dangerous, Carol said it was used in different cultures and couples that wanted to be- to be-" Fury was trying to explain but Y/N could tell he was holding back.

"To be what Fury?" Y/N asked and Fury sighed.

"That wanted to be sexually active, it causes them to go into a sexual drive that you can't stop unless you do it." He said and Y/N's eyes widened and looked over at Otto and they both realized what was going to happen.

"You mean that Otto and I-" Y/N was cut off by Fury.

"Are gonna be in bed like dogs? Yes." He said. "Now we don't know how long it's gonna take for it to kick in, but just stay in there and- and you know what just do whatever- goodbye."

Fury ended the call and Y/N and Otto both looked at each other.

"Great! This is definitely how I wanted my evening to go." Otto seethed, his face full of anger and let out an angry huff. "Stuck in here with you."

Y/N felt her heart crack, the sound of venom in his voice and she looked down, and away from him. Her fists clenched and she tried not to breakdown.

"Am I really that bad?" Y/N asked and Otto looked at her, his anger fell immediately. "Am I really that awful?"

He looked at her as she had glossy eyes, she fought off the tears, not wanting him to see her cry.

"Y/N-"

"Don't Doctor Octavius." She said, using his professional name and opened the door to the bedroom in the lab. She shut the door harshly and a tear fell from her cheek.

She locked the door, not wanting Otto to come into the bedroom. She wanted him to suffer, of course she felt bad but it wasn't like she planned on getting them both exposed to a sex pollen.

She decided if she was going to be in the lab, she might as well get out of her professional clothes and grab the spares.

When she opened the drawer she found a couple of Stark T-shirts and they were big thankfully, and there were a few pairs of sweatpants.

But as she began to take off her clothes, she begins to feel hotter as she takes her clothes off. Letting the cool air hit her body and her nipples hardening from the cool.

"Fury wasn't kidding when he said the effects would kick in." She said and decided to strip, leaving her in only her underwear.

She didn't feel too bad as she laid on the bed, letting herself feel the cold air. But as she continued to stay in bed she could feel herself grow more and more sexually aroused.

She didn't know why but she just couldn't help it as she began to touch herself.

She immediately took her panties off and began to play with herself, the slickness coaxed her fingers. Hearing herself moan as she dove her fingers into her pussy.

She began to pump in and out of herself, the sound of gushing and moans filled the room as she felt pleasure in maturbating.

"Fuck." She moaned as she continued until she felt the familiar feeling in her stomach, her walls clamped on her fingers and her juices coaxed her fingers.

But as her orgasm began to fade, the heat came right back and even stronger.

"Oh god." She cried out and she heard the door handle jiggle.

"Dammit, Y/N please let me in." Otto urged, and she could hear he was struggling as well.

No matter how much she wanted to be fucked, she was too prideful.

"No, fuck yourself, literally fuck yourself." She said angrily, and began to masturbate again. She dove her fingers right in again, and Otto could hear it through the door.

"Don't make me fucking break down the door, we both can tell masturbation doesn't work." Otto seethed. "Its either you let me in, or I'm gonna break down the door and make you beg."

When Y/N heard that, she couldn't help but feel turned on and she didn't know if it was because of the pollen or if it was her own thoughts.

Y/N moaned loudly as she felt her orgasm coming, and as Otto heard her loud moans, he did as he said he would and ripped the door open.

His tentacles tore the door hinges off and as Y/N came, Otto held a hungry look in eyes when he laid eyes on Y/N.

She was spread over the bed, fully naked and he could see the cum on her fingers and thighs. She was wet and ready, and his cock was rock hard and throbbing with need as he stared at her.

She couldn't help but feel more arousal when she saw Otto in all his glory. He was naked and his cock was hard, dripping with precum, just waiting to be put in her.

Her mouth watered when seeing his cock, it was average length but he had such girth. She was surprised that it was that big and he smirked as he watched her look at him.

"Now, now, no need to be shy." He said and walked over to her and got into the bed. He looked over on top of her and she quivered in arousal and a bit of fear. "Your fucking mine now, dear."

He went down and began to devour her breast, sucking and nipping. Making Y/N hiss in pleasure, making her wetter if possible.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this." He said as he began to kiss down her chest. "How I've always dreamed to taste this pussy."

Her eyes widened at his confession, but said nothing as her mind was racing as she watched this man.

He kissed down her stomach, and onto her thighs, smiling as his face went down to her pussy. He inhaled her sweet scent and immediately came close to her pussy and began to lick, he did so gently, so teasingly that it made her whine.

His tentacles suddenly came forward and grabbed her wrists and ankles and made her spread out. Completely helpless as this man began to eat her out.

He flicked her clit with his tongue and she moaned out, and he smirked as he saw the affect he had on her.

"You seem all nice and wet for me, you told me to fuck myself but seems I just needed a fuck toy to help me." He said, and got on his knees and began to tease her with his cock. "I just need to fuck my cum into you, so you can remember who fucked you good."

He covered his cock with her slick and she cried out as she felt so empty.

"Please, please- I need this." Y/N pleaded, fight the tentacles restraints and bucking her hips.

"I need to hear you beg, my dear." Otto said. "You need to learn that my cock is better than your fingers."

"Please Otto, god, I want you- I need you to fuck me." Y/N begged. "I'll be good, I'll your good- ahhh!"

As Y/an begged suddenly Otto went fully in and thrusted into her pussy. They both moaned loudly at the feeling of being full and tight.

"So good." Y/N slurred. "Better than my dreams."

Otto raised an eyebrow as he heard her confession as well and he bent down and kissed her.

Her eyes widened and she melted into the kiss, his tentacles let go of her wrists, and her hands immediately went around his neck.

She kissed him back with lust and passion, moaning as she bucked her hips up. Otto pulled away and groaned, letting out a deep chuckle.

"You are driving me mad." He said and kissed her again, pulling his hips back and slamming into her.

She screamed out in pleasure as she felt him do it again, and again, and again.

"Oh god yes." She said as he began to thrust into her nonstop, one of her hands went down to her clit and began to rub circles.

She gripped his cock tight, feeling herself coming closer to her high.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum Otto." She whined and he laced his hand around her throat and gentle squeezed.

"Your gonna wait for me, your gonna cum with me because your a good girl, and a good girl would grip my cock and let me fill her up." He said and Y/N nodded, he other hand gripping his arm that was around her throat.

"Please, I want to cum, cum with me Doctor." She said and Otto felt more turned on when she called him that, he began to speed up.

The sound of skin slapping and the bed creaking roared in the room, but neither of them cared. They only focused on each other, and Otto could feel her click on his thighs as he pounded into her.

"I'm gonna cum, dear." He grunted. "Cum with me."

Y/N didn't need to be asked twice and with a jolt, screamed and felt the wave of pleasure wash over her. She shook and used both hands to grab Otto's face and smash her lips onto him.

He kissed her back and felt his ropes of cum coat her walls, he felt his dick cum and thrusted a few times to get it deep inside her.

They pulled apart and both of them were panting, the feeling of the sex pollen was cooling down.

Otto's tentacles let go off her ankles and he immediately pulled out and laid beside her. He draped an arm over her.

"So better than your dreams, huh?" Otto asked with a smirk, Y/N blushed and slapped his arm.

"Same could go for you." Y/N said and now it was Otto's turn to blush and she laughed. "Is that why you were-"

"Ever since Rosie- I- I thought I wasn't good enough, I didn't think you wanted a guy like me- so I kept my distance and waited for these feelings to- to-" Otto was cut off by Y/N kissing him softly.

"It's alright, this probably isn't how we both wanted to start out, coffee would of been nice." She said with a laugh and Otto pulled her close to his chest.

"I think this is way better than coffee." Otto said and she snuggled into him.

As they cuddled, the could feel the pollen's warmth coming back again. They both groaned as their embrace made it better.

"Maybe your right." Y/N said and got up on Otto quickly and stared down at him. "Maybe this is better than coffee."

Otto chuckled darkly and grabbed her hips and sunk his cock into her.

"Darling, you have no idea." He said and she moaned out.

Both of them cried out and were happy that they had the whole night of nothing but pure and ravishing sex.

Y/N was mostly happy that she knocked over that vial, because without it, she surely would of missed out.

Hope you liked this! If you want to give me prompts or suggestions for another preference or one shot let me know! I do Marvel, Star Wars, Doctor Who, and Harry Potter! ✨✨

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