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eloisyw8 · 11 days
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sour-patch-simp · 7 months
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Aggressively shoves this art at u
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verysmolnerd · 1 month
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Dating Pre!Accident Otto Hcs
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When this man says he got lucky with love, he MEANS it.
He grew up in an environment that wasn't entirely supportive of him, so to have someone at his beck and call is a completely new experience for him. It takes a bit for him to come out of his shell.
Don't be mistaken by him being flustered, he normally oozes out confidence, but love is a whole different ball park for him. That being, you get to see a whole new side of him.
He's extremely professional at work, but behind closed doors anything goes (wink wonk)
Hugging at work? *gasp* How scandalous!
Regardless, his colleagues and assistants know about you. They're glad that you drag him from his office when he starts to work at the ungodly hours of the night and morning.
That does go both ways too, he's hoisted you over his shoulder when you glued yourself to your desk.
He's a sucker for physical contact, the second you sit on the couch he's already got you in his trap. He's already put on an awful movie on screen and you're trapped in his arms for and indefinite embrace.
On the rare days where you both don't have to work, he's taking you on walks all throughout Central Park or some museum's special exhibit.
He LOVES museums. One time he dragged you to Washington DC to visit all the Smithsonian's. Even with sore legs, he was so interested that it might as well been overwhelming. You had to sit down on a bench for awhile, but you were an active listener to his entire experience.
He may be a man of science, but he's known to have interests of other kinds. If he finds intrigue in a subject that you know quite well, it makes it all the more better.
He loves a good info dump, any subject that you have recently hopped on; you won't be the only one on board.
Turns out, he's also quite the fan of mystery novels.
The bookshelf in his loft over the lab is full of physics textbooks he's had since college, books written by colleagues, and an impressive collection of Agatha Christie novels.
He leaves the novels all over the place, dog-eared on the kitchen island or buried under mail. Sometimes he's a bit helpless, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
When he starts to work on his lifelong project, his magnum opus, you are there every step of the way.
He shows you the progress every single day; and you're astounded every single time. Any progress made, big or small, meant the same to you. He is amazing.
You got lucky with love.
You are his, always. As you watch him put on his metal harness, watching him get ready to show off a manmade sun off to the world.
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wycroftie · 25 days
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Some fan art for an absolutely GOATED fanfic by the lovely @rancid-zinnia-onthepatio <3 (You tentacle my fancy)
I am frothing at the mouth I can’t wait until more chapters come out :33333
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plush4bunny · 2 months
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⚠️: version of Comic!Otto Octavius with his actuators for the same Doc Ock x reader fanfic that @chrism02 wrote called "Wish list"
scene from the fic: "His hand stops midair as he was bringing his glass of whiskey to his pink lips. He puts it back down and tilts his head, enough so his eyes can go up and down your figure. You flush because his gaze seems to linger as he roams over you, paying special attention to your face.
He turns properly and gives you a charming smile that makes you pause. You never saw your enemy smile like this."
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cissa-calls · 2 months
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Countdown to Agatha: Darkhold Diaries: Day 721
Wanda: “You want to explain THIS?” *shows a clip from the news of Agatha slinging webs through the streets* “Since when are you our friendly neighborhood Spider-woman?”
Agatha: “Oh cool! Haven’t seen her in a while - glad she’s doing well!”
Wanda: “What-? Who?! HOW!?”
Agatha: “My Spiderverse counterpart, you have one too of course, haven’t heard from her in a couple decades!”
Wanda: “Well you better go rescue Y/N then, they dashed out the door searching for you when they saw the video”
Agatha: “Damn it, that wench is gonna try and steal them!”
Wanda: “How do you know that?”
Agatha: “Because I know me! She is me! My greed is multiversal!”
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crabonfire · 10 months
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Can we please get a TSSM Otto X Reader where both are extremely touch starved and Otto has no idea how to react at first because reader just wants to touch him any way possible like hand holding, cuddling, hugs, knee touching, all kinds of physical affection😂 In the end of course he is gonna love it💚
TSSM Otto x Touch starved reader!
AWWWJAHHAHA this is cute! I'm pretty touch starved myself so I can relate :)
character: tssm pre octofication! otto octavius
note: this one's silly, a little cute, maybe even a little goofy
warning: none :)!
♡Otto Octavius♡
• Honestly, I like to think he's also pretty touch starved. He never got much luck in love as a teen and throughout his life, he felt jealous when he'd see people hugging or kissing. He wished that was him.
So when you two start to date and he realizes how much you hug, kiss, cling on to him...he feels a bit honored.
• First of all, happy. Of course. Second of all, he's nervous as hell! Nobodies ever shown this much love to him at all.
• One of the first times you show him this affection is during some of your very first dates.
"Otto! It's nice to see you again."
"Ah, yes. I-its nice to see-"
He stops himself when he feels you hug him tightly. He feels like he's gonna burst. That was so sudden!
• You'd always hold his hand, or lock your arm with his, and when you do he'd always have such a shy expression on his face. Anytime people walk by they'd comment on how much of a cute couple you are, even before you guys made it official.
• His favorite thing that you'd do tho is when it's late and he finally comes home after hours and hours of work. He sees you asleep, and if he ever accidentally wakes you up, you'd simply smile at him and kiss him, pulling him in and holding him, going back to sleep like nothing happened.
He finds it the cutest thing to wake up to your arms wrapped around his chest in the morning, snoring on his shoulder with the tightest grip so that you can't let him go.
• Honestly this trait of yours has made him less shy over time, and feeling how honest you are about it he's quite honest about his own touch starved nature. He loves when you cup his cheeks or kiss him all over, or blow onto his hand while it's cold...he's become a romantic just for you 😭
• For a long time, he'll be a blushing stuttering mess with your antics, but after that, honestly, he lives for your affection. He loves how touch starved you are. It's cute.
♡♡♡
I think this is kind of boring IM SORRY IF IT WAS I just woke up after a nap and I saw a new short request I could do HAHA anyway YAYYYY otto ☆(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*
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acapelladitty · 3 months
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Just revisited your Doc Ock/Reader fic and I just want to tell you it's still my fav. If you're up for it maybe a doc ock x reader 5 sentence drabble? "Hostage"? But I'm so thirsty I'd literally take anything.
Oh fuck yeah 💖💖
You can imagine how it looks.
You, breathless and obviously flushed with a outfit in utter disarray, being swung limply in the air by Doc Ock, noted supervillian with a tenuous view on morality and acceptable actions.
"Help me, he's holding me hostage!" You cry out, beating clenched fists against the metallic arms as your vision blurs with unshed tears.
"What are you doing?" Otto asks as he watches your antics; lips barely moving as he speaks quietly from the very corner of his mouth with vague amusement.
"Well, I can hardly tell them we're fucking!" You hiss back, covering the retort by dropping your head into your hands in a show of faux-distress.
Send me a prompt and I'll write a five sentence fic for it.
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vvaspoppie · 6 months
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Doc Ock x Symbiote!Reader
→ Author’s Note: Requested this from another writer (that’s also really cool), and decided to also write my own version. No specified version of Ock, pre and post evil versions are mentioned.
→⚠ Warnings ⚠: unethical science,
→ Fandom: Unspecified
→ Genre: Headcanons
→  Pronouns: They/Them
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The Backstory:
You were a scientist who worked on studying the organic matter samples Colonel Jameson had brought to earth. Unfortunately, one of those samples was capable of a lot more movement than originally believed.
Long story short: Some of it bonded with you, you quit soon after due to not wanting anyone to get suspicious then started working at Oscorp.
Pre Tentacles:
He, and almost every other co-worker, is a little bit curious about the fact that you quit your last job to work at Oscorp but drops the subject after the mention of an NDA (which wasn’t true)
Notices you talking to yourself a lot, but doesn’t question it much. Most of the scientists he works with have an odd habit or two.
You totally slip up and call yourself 'we' in a conversation, which he does bring up
"There's a perfectly reasonable explanation if you give me enough time to think of a lie."
On to the actual dating
You guys keep it on the down low and by that I mean absolutely nobody knows. He likes privacy
His love language is talking about his experiments and asking you about yours (and physical touch but that takes a while)
The symbiote makes the relationship difficult, especially because he doesn't know about it
You don’t ever tell him about the symbiote, the symbiote speaks for itself (literally, and to a disastrous extent)
He takes a while to process it, but once he does he shares his work on his tentacles
He tries not to think of the moral implications of the whole situation because he loves you and knows you wouldn't do harm intentionally (he is wrong)
Post Tentacles:
Ok so in most versions Otto goes missing for a brief time after the accident™
So what happens in this brief time?
Chaos. Pure chaos and fear
Not only are you distraught and angry but your symbiote also formed an emotional attachment
Absolutely no one gets a break. Criminals, civilians, co workers, Norman even Spider-Man
The streets are filled with nothing but fear and it stays like that until you get your Otto back
At which point:
Yay, evil power-couple time!
I mean what did you expect, you’re the host to a symbiote that eats people to survive and likes to commit crimes; there is almost nothing he could do that you either 1) haven’t already done or 2) had to literally fight yourself not to do
He changed after the accident, and it reminds you of when you first bonded with your symbiote. You try and be patient, knowing that he's still the same person, just with a different attitude and outlook on life.
With some communication skills being flexed, the relationship works out well
He also gains a new thing to be mad at the world about (Tabloids keep calling him a monsterfucker and so does your Symbiote)
It's that whole Roger and Jessica Rabbit thing except no one knows who's Roger or Jessica at any given moment.
You keep working at Oscorp to keep suspicions low and provide insider information
Yes, the suit makes you look very good - now do you want to be part of the Insidious Sinister Six or not?
You don’t want to fight Spider-Man head-on most of the time (much to the Symbiote's chagrin) so you agree to work with them, but not be on the team.
Anyway you end up kicking ass and now half the team is scared of you (Much to the Symbiote’s delight) (remember that episode in the 90s show were Venom Spider-Man almost kills Rhino and Shocker? Yeah you do something like that)
His ego may be nearing the size of the sun, but even then he’s slightly scared of what would happen if your symbiote gained full control. (Your symbiote likes him so his nerves are good, but still makes sure nothing happens that affects your memories)
Speaking of which he wants to do some - totally not evil because he loves you- experiments revolving around the Symbiote
Overall, the relationship is wholesome, if not unconventional.
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zafirosreverie · 1 year
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Smells like danger (Teacher!Olivia x Student!F!Reader)
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You slung the bag over your shoulder as you plodded on down the cold hallway that seemed to grow longer and darker with each step. You hated being there, not the hallway, but the school itself. You hadn't wanted to move from the small town you grew up in, but that damn scholarship had turned your whole world upside down.
You were supposed to be grateful for the opportunity, and you were! But having to leave everything you knew behind, the safety of your small group of friends, your family, everything that kept you going, was too overwhelming.
Add to that that no one at school seemed to really accept you and you were in for hell. You didn't really know what you'd done to everyone besides, well, exist, but your classmates seemed to run away from you like the plague (although if you were being honest, it wasn't like you were trying to get too close to them either).
The only ones who seemed to respect you a little were the professors, and that was only because of the scientific reports they had read when they accepted you into the university. Well, everyone except Octavius. It seemed that nothing you did could be moderately acceptable to the woman, her class was the only one you had failed and if you didn't improve soon, you would lose the scholarship. 
So you were going straight to the Kraken's lair, hoping you could do something about your grades, maybe some extra work or something, even though you knew the woman wasn't known for giving second chances and you doubted she'd make an exception for you.
"Well, here goes nothing" you thought
You timidly knocked on the door and inwardly cursed at the way your knees were shaking and the suffocating feeling you had, you could almost tell you wanted to cry but you forced yourself to keep a neutral face as the woman called you from inside.
"Good afternoon, Doctor Octavius" you said as soon as you entered
The office somehow seemed creepier and colder than the hallway and your insides churned with the desire to run out of there. You were aware that your voice was barely a whisper, but you couldn't do anything about it, there was something about the woman that always made you nervous.
"Can I help you, Miss Y/L/N?"
"I-" you stammered "Mrs. Parker sent me"
Olivia raised an eyebrow. What was May up to now? It wasn't strange that the other woman sent students to her office, with a note asking her to be nicer to them or to correct a note, but she had been clear that her criteria would be maintained, there were no places for second chances. She didn't understand why her colleague kept trying.
"I guess she gave you a note" she said, not looking impressed.
"Y-yes" you said, swallowing a bit as you took a piece of paper out of your pocket and handed it to her.
Liv couldn't help but notice how much your hand was shaking. Actually, everything in you seemed to want to run out of there, as if you were having difficulty breathing, and your eyes looked more and more glassy.
"Are you okay?" she asked without thinking
"Y-yes!" you lied "I-I'm fine"
She didn't seem to believe you, but at least she had the decency not to press the matter. She simply pointed you to the chair across from her desk before reading the note. You tried not to make too much noise as you moved it to sit down, wishing you would just disappear.
Liv, I know you hate it when I ask you to be more permissive with the students, but this is a special case. Y/L/N is here for a scholarship, which, I must remind you, is more oriented to your subject than any other, and yet your class is the only one she has failed. This leads me to think that either you have something against her personally (which I really hope isn't the case), or something is going on with her. I am not asking you to modify the note, just to help her find out what is happening because otherwise, she will lose her scholarship.
-May
Liv resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Of course, May would find even the slightest reason to accuse her of something, but this was too much. What could she have against you specifically? You were one more student that failed in her class, nothing new with that.
It wasn't the first time she'd run into teary-eyed people trying to appeal to her softer side, and that never worked. Although for some reason, she really doubted that you were trying to pull that trick on her, there was something in your eyes, in the way you kept shaking, that told her that instead, you seemed to want to keep the tears from coming.
That was new.
"It seems that my colleague is worried about your performance in my class, Miss Y/L/N" she said after a few seconds of observing you "is it true that it is the only subject in which you have had a low grade?"
"Y-yes ma'am" you answered, without lifting your eyes from the ground
God, you sounded so fragile. Like a child listening to her parents say that her effort was not enough. And for some reason, that felt like an inexcusable thing to her. She didn't know what was going on with her, but from one moment to the next, she felt the need to comfort you, and help you as much as possible. Weird.
"And do you have any idea why?" she asked, staring at you
You just shook your head. Again, you were lying...sort of. You had a pretty seared memory in your mind of your first class with her. The Dr. had asked you something and you had been too intimidated by her gaze that you hadn't even heard the question properly.
You managed to get it right once she repeated it, but since then you haven't been able to fully focus on her class. In your defense, she seemed to always be watching you, because every time you looked up, her eyes were on you, making you feel too small. But you couldn't tell her that, you couldn't just admit that you were afraid of her.
"Well, you'd better find out" she said "Miss Y/L/N, your scholarship is on the line here, and there's no reason you should be failing the class you came here for in the first place."
"I-I know" you whispered "I-I'm sorry ma'am, I...I-I'll try to improve, I promise"
She thought she was being firm, but not cruel. She wasn't talking to you any different than how she would talk to any other student, but the moment she looked into your eyes and could see the tears welling up in them, her stomach turned.
She had no idea why she was reacting to you like this, why the thought of making you cry hurt so much even though many students had tearfully walked out of her office before. What kind of power did you have over her? She didn't know it, but she was sure that there was something in you.
Liv sighed and stood up, walking around her desk so she could stand next to you. There really wasn't much of a height difference between you, not that she would have noticed it when she saw you in the halls, but right now you looked so small and broken, and for the first time in all her years as a teacher, she decided to help a student a little more. If only to make you feel better.
"Look, I've read your essays, the ones you submitted for the scholarship" she said "they're brilliant, and I can understand why you're here. You have a bright future, Y/N, and I don't know what's going on, but we have to fix this, I would hate to lose a student as bright as you."
Your eyes widened slightly, but you didn't look up. You could feel your cheeks flush furiously and you were sure you looked ridiculous, but your mind was too busy to worry about it. Olivia Octavius just called you brilliant.
Coming from a renowned scientist like her, that was a huge compliment! One of the greatest privileges you would ever have. And for some reason, more than comforting you, it made the urge to cry even more unbearable. It's not that you weren't grateful, but knowing that she thought that way about you only made you feel more pressure, and you didn't know how much more you could take before you broke.
Liv seemed to realize this, or at least sense that you were too close to the edge, because she put a hand on your shoulder, caressing you gently in an attempt to comfort you a little, and her voice was softer when she spoke again.
"I'm serious, Y/N" she said "you have an extraordinary mind, don't lose this. This scholarship is a great opportunity for you"
"I don't even know if I care to keep it anymore" you muttered without thinking
The older woman was surprised and she felt you tense under her touch as you realized what you had said. You quickly tried to apologize for your rudeness or ungratefulness, but she wasn't paying attention to your rambles.
Her mind was racing, trying to understand how anyone could think such a thing of a great opportunity like the one you had, and more importantly, why did she care? Why did the idea of you leaving weigh so heavily on her?
"You want to leave?" she asked, stopping your tirade
You swallowed a bit and concentrated on your hands, not knowing how you could look at her after saying that. Surely she was already thinking that you were sabotaging your own school performance to get back home.
"Y/N, do you want to leave?" Liv asked again, a little firmer but not raising her voice.
"No" you said quickly "I just…I miss home…my friends…I miss not being alone" you confessed
You had no idea why you were telling that to the teacher that scared you the most, but a part of you felt better saying it out loud, to share with someone the burden you had been carrying for months, even if that someone was Dr. Octavius.
"You came to the city alone right?" she asked softly.
You just nodded, and even though you tried not to, you couldn't hold back your tears anymore. You felt pathetic for crying in front of her, but you couldn't help it. You felt so bad, so alone. Olivia didn't know what to do with you at that moment. Sure, she'd seen your tears and knew it was a matter of time before you finally broke down, but she hadn't expected you to do it in front of her, she thought maybe you'd wait until you were out of her office to break down.
What should she do now? She was never good at comforting anyone, especially a student, that was always May's job, but she couldn't just send you to her, she didn't want you to think she didn't care about you. But why did she do? This was all new to her, the idea of wanting to protect someone other than herself was strange and she had no idea how to proceed. She just knew that she didn't want to see you like that.
Acting on instinct (one that was rusty to her, if she was being honest), she squatted down next to you, wrapping one arm around you in an awkward but well-intentioned half-hug. She didn't want to think about the way her pulse quickened a little when you pressed lightly against her.
Silently, she took a handkerchief from the pocket of her robe and offered it to you without saying anything, watching you fight to stop what would surely be intense crying if you weren't with her. Her hand acted on its own and she began to play with your hair, thankful that the gesture seemed to calm you down a bit.
"I'll tell you what" she said after a moment "I'll help you"
You sniffed a bit and looked at her out of the corner of your eye. The older woman internally cursed you for looking so adorable, and she had to get up to put distance between you because she didn't want to get lost in your intoxicating scent, then she berated herself for thinking like that of a student. She could already feel that this was a bad idea, but she couldn't back down.
"Come to my office every day after class" she continued "we'll go over everything and make sure you don't lose that scholarship. I know it can be hard being alone in a new city, Miss Y/L/N, but we can't pass up the opportunities that are presented to us just because we are afraid, can we?"
You thought about it for a moment and finally felt brave enough to look at her. Her face was the same as always, serious and expressionless, but her green eyes seemed warmer. For some reason, that did make you feel better. You didn't know how well you could do, but it wouldn't hurt to try, right?
"I-I would really appreciate it, Dr. Octavius" you said quietly "...thank you"
The woman simply nodded and returned to her chair, taking May's note and shoving it carelessly into a drawer. She was struggling to appear professional and not let you see how much she wanted to hold you close to her again. You seemed to take that as your cue to leave and got up awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.
"Rest for the weekend, Miss Y/L/N" she said, not really wanting you to leave "we start Monday"
You nodded and wiped away the few tears that were still falling down your cheeks before walking towards the door.
"Thank you Dr. Octavius" you said again "see you later"
Liv looked at you as you opened the door and she was glad to be sitting down because her knees went weak at the small, coy smile you gave her and she felt her cheeks warm. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
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sour-patch-simp · 8 months
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Anyone up for a lil doc ock and y/n action?
O//w//O
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verysmolnerd · 30 days
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Being the spouse of a Supervillain
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You're the only person who he won't hurt. Why would he? You've been at his beck and call since he couldn't remember when.
However, you feel that you're walking on eggshells at times when the actuators have control of his psyche.
He keeps urging you to move on, that there was no place for you here; in the rickety old building you've shared since he bought the place. He honestly doesn't want to see you have a close encounter with the reaper again.
That being, you stay put, that the man you married is still in there. The shadows of his smile is hidden behind that snarky smirk. Some of the -rarest- most quiet nights, are spent on the torn up couch. It's almost like nothing changed at all.
You put your life on pause for a moment, you didn't go into work at all for weeks. You knew there would be questions, there always would be.
When you do come into work, you were given reduced hours because your boss wanted you to mourn the man you once knew, you refrained from answering any of those prying your personal life for issues. You normally report them within a few days, and then they're working in a whole different complex.
Even if the actuators are permanently a part of him, it's still Otto. His habits are still there, no matter what he tries to tell you.
You've also noticed that the arms still respect their creator to some extent, they never lay a finger on you. If they grab you, they are slow and patient never brutal.
One time you had gotten bruised from the pressure that the arms gave when they placed you away from the project. They soon fell limp while Otto had the nastiest look on his face. He never looked at you when he was like this.
He is always a gentleman to you, through layers of frowning.
The actuators only want his project done, therefore your Otto is just their puppet. However, they see you as a distraction until the beings of machine realize that Otto is human.
So, there isn't long lunch breaks together as you're used to before this mess. However, he eats in silence; in fear of the actuators lashing out on you for just seemingly wanting shreds of your life with him before.
You don't comment on his encounters with Spider-Man, you know all too well that the superhero gets bad press on the regular. Not to mention, Otto- sorry, you end up correcting yourself when the actuators are in control- Ock isn't entirely fond of him.
You knew exactly when Otto was too tired to fight the AI influence, because there have been consecutive all nighters the closer the reactor gets to being completed.
The times when the actuators keep him glued to the desk are when you try to get him clothing and alter them to accommodate the four tentacles protruding from his lower back.
There was one night that you consider was very special within the past few months that his magnum opus welded themselves to his back.
He had found some of his old outfits that weren't destroyed, and pressed down any urges from the arms.
"May this broken man take you out on a date?" You were near tears as you accepted.
He brought you to the top of a building with a makeshift table. It reminded you of your first dinner with him back in college.
He tells you that he's going to find a way to remove the arms and start anew. He wanted you to buy an apartment and to bring him to it on a specific day.
Considering that he's fighting for his life to look like the man you knew and loved -although you've reassured him multiple times that you still love him- you agree in a heartbeat. Happy that you'll both have a semblance of what life was before this.
The day to pick him up from the docks comes and you find no sight of him or the shambles of your house. It's all deep in the river below.
You can't recall how long you stayed there, but you had to live on. Live, that's what he always wanted you to do.
It's very hard at first, but life goes on.
One night -you can't quite remember what day it was specifically- you got a knock on the door.
You open it a little and it's Otto, with a small smile, holding a bunch of flowers.
Tears are brought to your eyes as he walks in, "I had a feeling that you'd buy the one we got back then." Any snakiness left him when he realized that you thought he was dead.
He promises to explain everything, but tonight he holds you as long as you needed it.... you ended up holding him hostage in your bedroom until the next morning. Even then, you don't let him out of your sight for a while.
He then explains in terms that you both can understand -because he finds himself not believing anything of it even after he's here. He was brought to another world just like this one where he was given a new component that prevented the arms from taking him over.
So, he starts the rejuvenation process, and does the community work to get back into society. He's stayed off nuclear fusion snd stuck strictly to advanced robotics.
However, you both still stayed at that apartment you first owned with him years ago. Never wanting to live on the water again.
There was one day where he brought you all over town, he brought you to so many places you visited together in your past. He had to be careful of the press patrolling for him since he returned. A former supervillain and a scientific powerhouse? That get's the press moving all over the place.
He then brought you where it all started, and proposed to you again. "I stand before you as a changed man, I love you so much. Will you marry me one more time?"
How could you say no?
It seems that you still have to alter his new clothes, but you don't mind considering how much more appreciative since he doesn't go around shirtless anymore.
He's cautious when using the actuators, only having them clean up and not touch you. Until you reassure him multiple times that you are fine with it... a few months later he's using them to trap you in his embrace.
You have him back, a second chance, and neither of you are going to screw it up.
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wycroftie · 1 month
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Artists drawing their favourite fictional characters (I’m artists)
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plush4bunny · 2 months
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"His hand stops midair as he was bringing his glass of whiskey to his pink lips. He puts it back down and tilts his head, enough so his eyes can go up and down your figure. You flush because his gaze seems to linger as he roams over you, paying special attention to your face.
He turns properly and gives you a charming smile that makes you pause. You never saw your enemy smile like this."
- scene from @chrism02's 1st chapter for their cheeky Comic!Otto Octavius x reader fanfic called "Wish list"
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noforkingclue · 7 months
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I GOT A DOC OCK REQUEST!! So Otto is smitten of Hero!Reader, how he watches her save people and fights against those low-life villains. But it aches him just how much she put her life on the line for the citizens, many who doesn’t appreciate her. They don’t deserve her, she doesn’t deserve to go home all bruised and broken. If only she would allow him to take care of her. So the best way for her to stop is to ‘cure’ of her powers, then sweep her up and take her away, either she wants it or not.
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Title: Gratitude
Warnings: dark fic
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It was a shame how someone as captivating as you should endure so much hardship.
Otto steepled his fingers as he leant back in his chair, his eyes fixed to the television. The cameraman did an admittedly good job of keeping the camera fixed on you, however the reporter left much do be desired.
Constant remarks about how apparently ineffective you were against the rising New York crime rate. How you and Spiderman did nothing but increase the amount of criminals instead of trying to stop it. It made his blood boil. The city didn’t deserve you. An ungrateful population that did appreciate you and everything you do for them.
He winced as you were thrown against a building but due to your powers you quickly got back up again. Any normal person would’ve been in hospital for months after an attack like that but you brushed it off like it was nothing. If only you were as vulnerable as everyone else.
If only…
A terrible, sickening thought slowly crept into Otto’s mind. Yes, that’s what he’ll do. Powerless you’d be forced to take a step away from hero life. You were too reliant on your powers to help you. He could look after you. He wanted to look after you. This life you were so desperate to lead wasn’t the one you deserved.
Of course you were going to be angry when you’d find out what he’d done but you’d be powerless against him. You already had trouble going up against him when you’re at full power. It was almost as though you were hesitant to fight against him. Seemingly remembering the man he used to be rather then who he currently was.
How would you feel in his arms? Would you submit once you realised that this was for the best? He hoped that you would. The last thing that Otto wanted to do was to hurt you. He wanted to protect you. To keep you safe when he failed to keep so many other people safe. To shower you with the affection you deserved and the city so cruelly didn’t provide to you.
But deep down, he knew that this wouldn’t happen. He knew just how angry you’d be when he takes away your powers. You would certainly fight again him but you’d be helpless against it. You were so much smaller and weaker than he was so he’d easily overpower you. Otto closed his eyes and shuddered, picturing what you’d look like under him. The look of angry slowly melting away into one of acceptance and you’d come to realise that you would never escape him.
Otto stood up and marched over to his worktable. He was going to have a lot of work ahead of him in order to perfect the serum he’d need in order to remove your power. In the end though, to have you by his side, it was going to be worth it. You’d never feel rejection ever again.
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